FROM THE LIBRARY OF
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D.
BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO
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PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY
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CHRISTIAN LYRE;
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A COLLECTION
OF
HYMNS AND TUNES
ADAPTED FOR SOCIAL WORSHIP, TRAYER MEET-
INGS, AND REVIVALS OF RELIGION.
THE WORK COMPLETE, TWO VOLUMES IN ONE,
WITH A SUPPLEMENT.
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BY JOSHUA LEAVITT.
SIXTEENTH EDITION, REVISED.
Each Edition contains 2000 copies.
NEW-YORK:
PUBLISHED BY JONATHAN LEAVITT,
182, Broadway.
BOSTON: CROCKER AND BREWSTER,
47, Washington Street.
1833.
Southern District of New York, ss.
BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the sixteenth day of October.
A. D. 1830, in the fifty-fifth year of the Independence of the United
States of America, Joshua Leavitt, of the said Distiict, has deposited
in tnis office, the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author,
in the words following, to wit:
" The Christian Lyre. By Joshua Leavitt."
In conformity to the Act of Congress of the United States, entitled,
■An >ct for the encouragement of learning, oy securing the copies
Of Maps, Charts U"d Books, to the Luthors and proprietors of cue h
copies, during t 'e time therein mentioned." And also to an Act, en-
titled " An A'U. supplementary to an Act, entitled an Act for the en-
couragement ot Learning, by seeming tne copies of Maps, Charts,
and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the
times theicin mentioned, and extending the benefits thereof to the
arid of de&iguiug, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."
FRED. J. BETTrf,
Clerk of the Southern District of New York.
PREFACE.
Every person conversant with revivals must have observed, tbf
whenever meetings for prayer and conference assume a special in-
terest, there is a desire to use hymns and music of a different charac-
ter from those ordinarily heard in the church. Nettleron's Village
Hymns iti a good decree meets the first want. Joeelyn's Zion's Harp
partially supplies the other. But both are felt to be incomplete, as
they are wanting in many pieces, which have proved of great use in
revivals.
The usefulness also of many excellent hymns in all our modera
collections, has been prevented by the inability of singers to find tunes
adapted to the various subjects and metres. The " Christian Lyre"
is undertaken with a view to meet both these deficiencies. It is in-
tended to contain a collection of such pieces as are specially adapted
to evening meetings and social Worship, and chiefly such as are not
found in our common collections of sacred music.
As the work is not designed to please scientific musicians, so much
as to profit plain christians, reference will be had, chiefly, to the
known popularity and good influence of what is selected. And it is
intended to embrace the music that is most current among different
denominations of christians.
As the number of parts is apt to distract the attention of an audience,
or to occupy them with the music instead of the sentiment, the tunes
here printed will generally be accompanied with only a simple bass,
and sometimes not even with that. In a vast multitude of cases the
religious effect of a hymn is heightened by having ail sing the air only.
Possessing no musical skill hpvpnd that of ordinary plain singers.
I send out my work, without pretensions. If it aids the progress of
Christ's cause, I shall be rewarded. If not, I shall be accepted accord-
ing to what I had, and not according to what L had not. And it will
prepare the way for some other person to do it better.
OBSERVE,
In the treble the lines and spaces, beginning at the space beneath
the lower line, are calleo, D, E, F, G, A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Iu the
bass they are F, G, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, A, B.
The natural place of Mi is in B.
If B be flat, Mi is in E.
If B and E be flat, Mi is in A.
If B, E, and A be flat, Mi is in D.
If B, E, A, and D be flat, Mi is in G.
If B, E, A, D, and G be flat, Mi is in C
If F be sharp, Mi i.5 in F.
If F and C be sharp, Mi is in C.
If F, C and G bo sharp, Mi is in G.
If F, C, G and D be sharp, Mi is in D.
If F, C, G, D and A be sharp, Mi is in A.
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1. THE NEW YEAR.
1 WHILE with ceaseless course
the sun
Hasted through the former
year.
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here;
Fix'ii in an eternal state,
They have done with all be-
low,
We a little longer wait,
But how little, none can know.
2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find ;
As the lightning from the skiefl
Darts, and leaves no trace be-
hind ;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid
stream ;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past re-
ceive,
Pardon of our sins renew:
Teach us henceforth how to
Jive,
With eternity in view :
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Savior's love;
And when life's short tale is
told,
May we dwell with thee
above.
2. TURN, WHY WILL
YE DIE.
1 Sinner's, turn, why will ye
die?
God, your Maker, asks you
why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
A?ks the work ofhisown hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures,
why
Will ye cross his love, and die ?
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Christ your Savior, asks you
why?
Hp who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself that ye might iive.
Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again ?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and
die?
3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?
God, the Spirit, asks you why ?
He who all your lives hath
strove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love:
Will ye not his grace receive 1
Will ye still refuse to live ?
Why, ye long sought sinners
why
Will you grieve your God, anA
die?
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HEARTS of stone, relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
See his body, mangled — rent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood,
Sinful soul, what hast thou done!
Murder'd God's eternal Son.
Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fix'd him there
Crowu'd with thorns his sacred head,
Pierced him with a soldier's spear;
Made his soul a sacrifice,
For a sinful world he dies.
Will you let him die in vain,
Still to death pursue your Lord ;
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood ?
No ! with all my sins I'll part,
Savior, take my broken heart.
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4. Bariimeus.
1 * MERCY, O thou son of David !"
Thus the blind Bartimeus pray'd ;
" Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."
2 Many for his crying chid him,
"But he call'd the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bid him,
" Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted
Alms which none but he could give.
4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day !"
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.
5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around ;
" Friends, is not my case amazing ?
What a Savior I have found !
6 " Oh ! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me !
Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."
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5. GENTLY, LORD.
1 Gently, Lord, oh ! gently lead
us
Through this lowly vale of
tears,
And, oh Lord, in mercy give us
Thy rich grace in all our fears.
Oh! refresh us —
Oh ! refresh us with thy grace.
2 Though ten thousand ills beset
us,
From without and from with-
in,
Jesus says he'll ne'er forget us,
But will save from every sin.
Therefore praise him —
Praise the great Redeemer's
name.
3 Though distresses now attend
thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny
road ;
His ri<:ln hand shall still defend
thee ;
Soon he'll bring thee home
to God !
Therefore praise him —
Praise the great Redeemer's
name.
4 Oh, that I could now adore him,
Like the heavenly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!
When shall I your chorus join ?
6. ONE THERE IS.
1 One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of
Friend ;
His is love, beyond a brother's,
Co6tly,free,and knows no end.
Which of all our friends to save
us,
Could or would have shed his
blood 1
But this Savior died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.
2 When he lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was hia
name ;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same
Oh, for grace our hearts to soft-
en !
Teach us, Lord, at length to
love ;
We, alas ! forget too often,
What a friend we have above.
7. OXCE, O LORD.
1 Once, O Lord, thy garden flou-
rish'd,
Every part look'd gay and
green ;
Then thy word our spirits nou-
rish'd,
Happy seasons we haveseen !
But a drought has since suc-
ceeded,
And a sad decline we see ;
Lord, thy help isgreatly needed,
Help can only come from thee.
2 Some, in whom we once de-
lighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas ! we fear are blight-
ed,—
Scarce a single leaf they
show.
Dearest Savior, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom
again ;
Oh, permit them not to wither
Let not all our hopes be vain !
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8. LIFE'S BILLOWS.
a LIGHT OF THOSE.
1 Toss'd upon life's raging bil-
low,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know ;
Thou didst press a sailor's pillow,
And canst feel a sailor's wo.
Never slumbering, never sleep-
ing,
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drear,
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ing,
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cheer.
2 And though loud the wind is
howling,
Fierce though flash the light-
nings red ;
Darkly, though the storm-clcud's
scowling
O'er the sailor's anxious head ;
Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still,
Hush the tempest's wild commo-
tion,
At the bidding of thy will.
3 Thus my heart the hope will
cherish.
While to thee I lift mine eye ;
Thou wilt save me ere I perish,
Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry.
And though mast and sail be
riven,
Life's short voyage will soon
be o'er ;
Safely moor d in heaven's wide
haven,
Storm and tempest vex no more.
1 Light of those whose dreary
dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by thy love's reveal-
ing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath :
The new heaven and earth's Cre-
ator,
Tn our deepest darkness rise,
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eye-sight on our eyes.
2 Still we wait for thine appear-
ing ;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheer-
ing
Every poor, benighted heart :
Come, ami manifest the favor
Thou hast for the rausom'd
race ;
Come, thou glorious God and Sa-
vior,
Come, and bring thy gospel
grace.
3 Save us, in thy great compas
sion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince !
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins ;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burden'd soul release J
Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.
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10. 'TIS A POINT.
t 'Tis a point T Ion? to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought:
Do I love the Lord, or no ?
Am [ his or am I not 1
2 If I love, whv am I thus?
Why this dull, this lifeless
frame ?
Hard'y,sure. can theybe worse,
Who have never heard his
name.
3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden
prove —
Every trifle give me pain —
If I knew a Savior's love ?
4 When [ turn mine eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and
wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin —
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
You who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me — is it thus with you 1
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a gief arid thrall ;
Should I brieve lor what I feel,
If I did not love at all !
7 Lord decide the doubtful case :
Thou who art thy people's
sun:
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
8 Let me love thee more and
more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.
11. IIASTEX. SINNER.
1 Hastkn, sinner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's
sun
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's
sun ;
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere tii is evening's stage be
run.
3 Hasten, sinnnor, to return ;
Stay not for the morrow's
sun ;
Lest thy lamp should cease to
burn,
Ere salvation's work is done
4 Hapten sinner, to be blest:
Stay not for the morrow's
sun ;
Lest uerdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
12. SEEK MY SOUL.
1 Seek, my soul, the narrow
gate,
Enter, ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer prayer.
2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bai the skies:
Then, though sinners cry with-
out,
He will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim —
Lord ! we have profess'd thy
name ;
We have ate with thee, and
heard
Heavenly teaching in thy word
4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity ;
Sad their everlasting lot —
Christ will say u I know you
not."
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O WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above;
And from that flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesu>,
Drink endless pleasures Li?
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And bid me not give o'er ;
And since he has proved faithful,
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
Through grace, I am determined
To conquer, though I die ;
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On wings of love, I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
1 bid you all adieu;
Then O my friends prove faithful;
And on your way pursue.
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And trials on your way,
O cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love ;
Then, when the combat's ended.
He'll carry you above.
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1 BRETHREX, while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a Friend,
One that loves us to the end :
Forward, then, with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below ;
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** Child, your Father calls, Come home."
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Samts shall soon in glory be;
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M Child, your Father calls, Come home."
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None so oft mislead our feet,
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Like the foes that dwell within :
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"Child, your Father calls. Come home."
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15. Sinners *citt you. 8. 7. 4.
1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message,
iSent in mercy from above?
Every sentence — O, how tender!
Every line is full of love ;
Listen to it —
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel,
News from Zion's king proclaim,
To each rebel sinner — *■ Pardon,
44 Free forgiveness in his name?
How important !
Free forgiveness in his name !
3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears :
Tender heralds —
Chase away the falling tears.
4 Who hath our report believed ?
Who received the joyful word ?
Who embraced the news of pardon,
Oifer'd to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it —
Oifer'd to you by the Lord !
5 O, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
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1 AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays,
Ami sing the'great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, O, how free!
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His loving-kindness, O, how free '
2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
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He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, O, how great
3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, O, how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy clor. J,
Has gathered thick, and thuuder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, O, how good !
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Jesns to depart ;
But though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
7 Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day,
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving- kindness in the skies.
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17. Missionary Hymn.
1. FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand ;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand ;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They rail us to deliver
Their land from error's chain,
2. What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile ;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation .
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4. Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
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Oh, how he loves !
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Oh, how he loves !
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Oh, how he loves !
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Oh, how he loves !
Neither trial, nor temptation,
Doubt, nor fear, nor tribulation,
Can bereave us of salvation ;
Oh, how he loves !
6 Let us still this love be view-
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Oh, how he loves !
He will strengthen each endeavor,
And when pass'd o'er Jordan'!
river,
This shall be our song for ever,
Oh, how he loves !
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19. Awaked by SinaVs.
1. AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound.
My soul in bouds of guilt I found,
And knew not where to go ;
Eternal truth did loud proclaim,
" The sinner must be born again,
Or sink to endless wo."
2. When to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
I no relief could find ;
This fearful truth increased my pain,
" The sinner must be born again,"
And whelm 'd my tortured mind.
3. Again did Sinai's thunders roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast, oppressive load :
Alas, I read, and saw it plain,
"The sinner must be born again,
Or drink the wrath of God,"
4. The saints 1 heard with rapture tell,
How Jesus conquer'd Death and Hell,
And broke the fowler's snare ;
Yet, when I found this truth remain,
"The sinner must be born again,"
I sunk in deep despair.
5. But while I thus in anguish lay,
The gracious Savior pass'd this way,
And felt his pity move ;
The sinner, by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.
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20. Though troubles assail.
1. THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,
Vet one thing secures us, whatever betide —
The scripture assures us, the Lord will provide.
2. The birds without barn or store-house are fed,
From them let us learn to trust in our Head ;
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written the Lord will provide.
3. We may, like the ships, by tempests be tost
On perilous deeps, but need not be lost ;
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages, the Lord will provide.
4. Plis call we obey, like Abraham of old ;
Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold :
For though we are strangers, we have a good guide
And trust, in all dangers, the Lord will provide.
5. When Satan appears to stop up the path,
And fills us with fears, we'll triumph by faith,
He cannot take from us. (though oft he has tried,)
The heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide.
6. No strength of our own, or goodness we claim ;
Yet since we have known the Savior's great name,
In this our strong tower for safety we hide,
The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide,
7. When life sinks apace, and death is in view,
This word of his grace shall comfort us through :
No fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting, "tile Lord will peo-
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21. JOY IN HOPE.
1 Children of the heavenly Kinji,
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Glorious in his works and ways;
2 We are travelling home to God,
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4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
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Jesus Christ, your Father's son,
Bids you, undisuiay'd, go on.
5 Lord ! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below ;
Only thou our leader be,
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REDEEMING LOVE.
1 Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name ;
Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove,
i Triumph in redeeming love.
'2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Savior's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
, Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your
tears"
Banis'i all your guilty fears ;
See your »uilt and ciirse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
4 Ye. alas ! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin !
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd-
Welcome to his sacred rest ;
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing — but redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string ;
Mortals, join the hosts above —
Join to praise redeeming love.
FULL REDEMPTION.
1 When, my Savior, shall I be,
Perfectly resign'd to thee ?
Poor and vile in my own eyes,
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2 Only thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below 1
Only guided by thy light,
Only mighty in thy might.
3 Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness ;
Sweely let my spirit prove,
All the depths of humble love.
PERFECT LOVE.
1 Jesus comes with all his grace,
Comes to save a fallen race ;
Object of our glorious hope,
Jesus conies to lift us up I
2 He hath our salvation wrought ;
lie our captive souls hath bought:
He hath reconciled to God :
He hath wash'd us in his blood.
3 We are now his lawful right;
Walk as children of the light ;
We shall soon obtain the grace,
Pure in heart to see his face.
4 We shall gain our calling's
prize ;
After God we all shall rise,
Fill'd with joy, and love, and
peace,
Perfected in holiness.
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22. FREE GRACE.
1. Tiib voice of free grace
Cries, escape to the mountain,
For Adam's lost race,
Christ has opened a fountain,
For sin and transgression
And every pollution,
The hJood it flows freely
In streams of salvation.
Hallelujah to the L-amb,
Who purchased our pardon,
We'll praise him again,
Whenwcpass over Jordan.
2. This fountain so clear,
In which all may find pardon,
From Jesus' side flows
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Though your sins they were
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The blood it flows freely
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Hallelujah, S,-c.
3. O Jesus ! ride on,
Thy kingdom is glorious,
Over sin. death and hell
Thou wilt make us victorious,
Thy name shall be praised
In the great congregation,
And saints shall delight
Ascribing salvation.
Hallelujah, <$c
4. When on Zion we stand,
Having gain'd the blest shore,
With our harps in our hands
We will praise him evermore,
We will range the blest fields
On the banks of the river,
And sing hallelujahs
For ev^r end ever.
Hallelujah, be.
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1. Wake, Isles of the South !
Your redemption is near,
No longer repose
In the borders of gloom ;
The strength of his chosen,
In love will appear,
And light shali arise
On the verge of the tomb.
2. The billows that girt ye,
The wild waves that roar,
The zephyrs that play
Where the ocean storms cease,
Shall bear the rich freight
To your desolate shore,
Shall waft the glad tidings
Of pardon and peace.
3. On the islands that sit
In the regions of night,
The lands of despair,
To oblivion a prey,
The morning will open
With healing and light;
The young Star of Bethlehem
Will ripen to-day.
4. The altar and idol,
In dust overthrown,
The incense forbade
That was hallowed with blood ,
The Priest of Melchiaedec,
There shall atone,
And the shrines of Atooi
Be sacred to Go*.
5. The heathen will hasten
To welcome the time,
The day-spring, the prophet
In vision once saw,
When the beams of Messiah
Will 'lumine each clime,
And the isles of the ocean
Shall wait for his law.
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I'll take my start' and travel on,
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2. Farewell, my frienis, time rolls along,
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It grieves my heart to leave you here
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O turn, and find salvatiou near
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And angels are wailing to welcome you home.
2 ITow vain the delusion, that while you delay,
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1. ALAS ! and did my Savior bleed ?
And did my Sovereign die ?
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O, the Lamb, the loving Lamb,
The Lamb on Calvary ;
The Lamb that ivas slain,
That liveth again,
To intercede for me.
2. Was it for crimes, that I have done-
He groan'd upon the tree ? —
Amazing pity ! grace unknown !
A^a love heyoiul degree !
O, the Lamb, fyc.
3. Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.
O, thp Lamb, fyc,
4. Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve, my heart in thankfulness,
And meh, my eyes, in tears.
(), the Lamb, ^c.
5. But drops of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe ;
Here, Lord, I give myself away—
!Tis all that I can do.
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1. LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee,
For the bliss th\ lo\e bestows;
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it Hows:
Help, O Lord, my weak endeavor,
This dull soul to rapture raise :
Thou must light the tlame, or never
Can my love be warm'd to praise.
2. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee
Wretched wanderer, far r*stra) ;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away :
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear.
3. Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless:
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise i
And since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.
28. Far from mortal.
1. FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2. Who may share this great salvation ?
Every pure and humble mini ;
Every kindred, tongue, wnd nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
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Aiid make the dead revive.
2 This makes the dry and barren
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And fruitful soil become;
The desert blossoms like the rose,
When .lesus conquers all his foes,
And makes his people one.
3 The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is m.W begun,
My soul a witness is ;
Come, taste and see the pardon
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To all mankind, as well as ne ;
vVno come to Christ may live.
4 The worst of sinners here may
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A Savior pitiful and kind,
Who will them all relieve :
None are too late if they repent ;
Out of one sinner legions went,
Jesus did him receive.
5 Come, brethren, you that love
the Lord,
Who taste the sweetness of his
word,
Tn Jesus' ways go on ;
Our trouble and our trials here,
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive al home.
6 We feel that heaven is now be-
gun,
It issues from the shining throne,
From Jesus' throne on high ;
It conies like floods, we can't con-
tain,
We drink, and drink, and drink
again,
And yet we still are dry.
7 But when we come to reign
above,
And all surround the throne of
love,
We'll drink a full supply;
Jesus will lead his armies through,
To living fountains where they
flow,
That never will run dry.
8 There we shall reign, and shout
and sing,
And make the upper regions ring,
When all the saints get home ;
Come on, come on, my brethren
dear,
Soon we shall meet together there
For Jesus bids us come.
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1. LETthy kingdom, blessed Sa-
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cease ;
Come, oh come ! and reign for
ever,
God of love and Prince of
peace ;
Visit now poor bteeding Zion,
Hear thy people mourn and
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Day and night thy lambs are
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Come, good Shepherd, feed
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Some for Cephas — none
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Help us, Lord, to follow thee ;
Then we'll rush through what
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4. Come, good Lord, with cou-
rage arm us,
Persecution rages here —
Nothing, Lord, we know can
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While our Shepherd is so
near.
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He both comforts us and frees
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Saying, " Fear not, little
flock ;
I, myself, am your Foundation,
You are built upon this
Rock :
Shun the paths of vice and
folly,
Scale the mount, although
it's steep ;
Look to me, and be ye holy ;
1 delight to feed my sheep."
3. Lord, in us there is no merit,
We'vt been sinners from our
youth ;
Guide us, Lord, by thy good
Spirit,
Which shall teach us all the
truth.
On thy gospel word we'll ven-
ture,
Till in death's cold arms we
Bleep,
Love our Lord, and Christ our
Savior,
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sheep. 5
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saves us,
TLught by him, we'll own
his name ;
Sweetest of all names is Je-
sus !
How it doth our souls in-
flame !
Glory, glory, glory, g?ory,
Give him glory, he will keep,
He will clear our way before
us,
The good Shepnerd feeds his
sheep.
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1 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land,
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Yet ho." insensible ;
A point of time, a moment's
space,
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Awake to righteousness.
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here
With serious industry and fear
To make my calling sure :
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And surfer all thv righteous
will,
And to the end endure.
32. THE PILGRIM'S LOT.
1. How happy is the pilgrim's lot;
How fret; from every anxious
thought,
From worldly hope and fear !
Confined to neither court nor
cell,
His soul disdains on earth to
dwell.
He only sojourns here.
2. This happiness in part ismine,
Already saved from low design,
From every creature love !
Blest with the scorn of finite
good,
M\ soul is lighten'd of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3. The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those, that basely pant
For things by nature felt and
seen :
Their honors, wealth, and plea-
sures mean,
I neither have nor want.
4. Nothing on earth I call my
own ;
A stranger to the world, un-
known,
I all their goods despise ;
I trample on their whole de-
light,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in tne skies.
5. There is my house and portion
fair,
My treasure and my heart are
there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,.
And Jesus bids me come !
6. 1 come, thy servant, Lord, re
plies,
I come to meet thee in the
skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey
end,
Now, O my Savior, Brother*
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His rich and distinguishing grace.
2. His love from eternity fixed upon you, —
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1. VAIN delusive world adieu,
'With all of creature good,
Only Jesus I'll pursue,
Who bought me with his blood ;
All thy pleasure I'll forego,
I'll trample on thy wealth and pride ;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified !
2. Other knowledge I disdain,
'Tis all but vanity ;
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He lasted death for me !
Me to save from endless wo,
The sin atoning victim died ;
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,
And ever in his love abide ;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified !
4. O that T could all invite,
This saving truth to prove;
Show the length, and breadth, and heigln.
And depth of Jesus' love,-
Fain I would to sinners show,
This blood alone by faith applied;
Only Jesus will I know,
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Through all the world the echo bounds,
And Jesus, with redeeming blood
Js bringing sinners home to God,
And guides them safely by his word
To endless day.
2. Hail, all victorious conquering Lord,
By all the heavenly hosts adored ;
Who undertook for fallen man,
And brought salvation through thy name,
That we with thee might live and reign
In endless day.
•3. Fight on ye conquering saints, fight on,
And when the conquest you have won,
Then palms of victory you shall bear,
And ill his kingdom have a share,
And crowns of glory you shall wear,
In endless day.
4. Thy blood, dear Jesus, once was spilt,
To save our souls from sin and guilt ;
An ! sinners now may come to God,
And find salvation through his word,
And sail by faith upon that flood
To endless day.
5. There we shall in sweet chorus join,
And saints and angels all combine,
To sing of his redeeming love,
When rolling years shall cease to move ;
And that shall be the theme above,
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1 O for a closer walk with God,
A calm aiui heavt n!y frame ;
A liclit to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb !
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord I
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I then en-
joy'd !
How sweet their memory still !
Put they have left an aching void
The world can never till."
4 Return, O Holy Dove ! return,
Sweet messenger of rest !
I hale the sins that made thee
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5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
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So purer light shall mark ihe road
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tians me»*t.
To pray, and rend thy word;
And I would go with cheenul
feet.
To learn thy will, O Lord.
4. I'll quit the world, to read and
pray,
And so prepare for heaven ;
O ! may 1 love this nlessed day
The best of all the seven.
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1. Sle Israel's gentle Shepherd
stand
With all engaging charms ;
Hark, how he calls the tender
Lambs,
And folds them in his arms
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he cries,
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name ;
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as these,
" The Lord of angels came.''
3. We bring them, Lord, in thank-
ful hands,
And yield them up to thee ;
Joyful that we ourselves are
thine,
Thine let our offspring be.
4. If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust ;
That care shall heal our bleed-
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Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
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And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory
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All the vast generations of man are come forth!
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met !
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1 Sovcreio* grace has power
alone
To subdue a heart of ?tone :
And the moment trace is fVIt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.
2 When the Lord was crucified,
Two transgressors wi:Ji him died ;
One, with vile blaspheming
tongue,
ScofTd at Jesus as he hung.
3 Thus he spent his wicked
breath,
In the very jaws of death ;
Pmsh'd, as too many do.
With the Savior in his view.
4 But the othe/, touch'd with
grace,
Saw the danger of his case,
Faith received to own the Lord.
Whom the scribes and priests
abhor'd.
5 " Lord," he pray'd, M remember
me.
When in glory thou shalt be:"
"Soon with me," the Lord re-
plies,
" Thou shalt rest in paradise."
6 This was wondrous grace in-
deed,
Grace besiow'd in time of need !
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name,
You slsall and him still the same.
Sinner ! rouse thee.
1 St5KKR ! rouse thee from thy
sleep,
Wake, ai;d o'er thy folly weep ;
RaUe thy spirit dark and dead,
J asm wain ait light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep, arise from
death,
Foe the bright n.nd living path :
Watchful tread that path ; be
wise,
Leave thy folly, seek the skies
3 Leave thy folly, cease from
crime,
From this hour redeem thy time ;
Life secure without delay,
Evil is the mortal dav.
4 Be not blind and foolish still,
Call'd of Jesu*, learn his will :
Jesus calls from death and nighti
Jesus waits to shed his Light.
Sing, my soul.
1 Sing, my soul, his wondrous
love,
Who, from yon bright throne
above.
Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grata
2 Heaven and earth by him were
made,
All is by his sceptre rway'd ;
What are we that he should
show
So much love to us below 1
3 God, the merciful and good.
Bought us with the Sav*or*l
blood ;
And, to make our safety sure,
Guides us by his Spirit pure*
4 Sing, my soul— adore his nam*
Let his glory be thy theme:
Prahie him 'All he calls thee I
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Like the cloud" the wind, the
wave ;
Where you dwell shall be my
home,
Where you die shall be my
grave ;
Mine, the God whom you adore;
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can till my soul no more,
Every idol i resign.
3. Tell me not of gain and loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp and
power ;
Welcome poverty and cross,
Shame, reproacn, affliction's
power !
•• Follow me 1" I know thy
voice ;
Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see :
Now 1 take ihy yoke by choice,
Light's thy burden now to
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43. CHRIST A REFUGE.
1. Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to tf-y bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is
hijh ;
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life be past ;
Safe in'o the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last !
2. Other refuge have I none,
Lo ! I, helpless, nang on thee :
Leave, Oh leave me not alone,
Lest I b.isely shrink and flee :
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All mv help from thee I
bring ;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ;
Boundless love in thee I find ;
Raise the feeble, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the
blind.
Just and holy is thy name ;
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am ;
Thou art lull of truth and
grace.
4. Plenteous grace with thee Is
found,
Grace to pardon all my sin ;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure with-
in.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely lot me take of thee :
Reign, O Lord, within my hixl,
Reign to all eternity.
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«4 O THAT MY LOAD.
1. O that my load of sin were
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesus' feel to lay ine down !
To lay my .soul at Jesus' feet !
2. Rest for my soul I long to find :
Savior of all, if mine tfiou
art,
Give me thy meek and lowly
mind,
And stamp thine image on
my heart.
o. Break off the yoke of inbred
sin,
And fuily set my spirit free ;
I cannot rest till pure within,
Till i am wholly lost in thee.
4. Fain would I learn of thee, my
God,
Thy ligut and easy burden
prove,
The cross all stain'd with hal-
low'd blood,
The labor of thy dying love.
5 T would : but thou must give
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lease ;
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ful hour,
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peace.
6. Come, Lord, the drooping sin-
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My God, my Savior, come
away !
45. MY HOPE.
1. My hope, my all, my Savior
tllOII,
To thee, my soul I humbly bow;
I feel tin- bli*s thy wounds im-
part,
I find thee. Savior, in my heart.
2. Be thou my strength, be thou
my way,
Protect me through my life's
short day :
In all my acts by wisdom
guide,
And keep me, Savior, near thy
side.
3. Correct, reprove, and comfort
me !
As! have need, my Savior be :
And if I would from thee de-
part,
Then clasp me, Savior, to thy
heart.
4. In fierce temptation's darkest
hour,
Save me from sin and Satan's
power ;
Tear every idol from thy throne,
And reign, my Savior, reign
alone.
5. My suffering time shall soon be
o'er,
Then shali I sigh and weep no
more ;
My ransom'd s^ul shall soar
away,
To sing thy praise in endle*
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me tell
The ponders of Immanuel,
Who saved me from a burning
ben.
And brought my soul with him
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And gave me heavenly union.
42 When Jesus saw me from on
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But still 1 had no union.'
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7 Oh come backsliders, come
away,
And learn to do as well as say,
And learn to watch as well as
pray,
And bear your cross from day
to day ;
And then you'll feel this
union.
8 We soon shall leave all things
below,
And quit these climes of pain
and wo,
And then we'll all to glory go,
And then well see, and hear,
and know,
And feel a perfect union.
9 Come, heaven and earth, uni'e
your lays,
And give to Jesus endless
praise ;
And oh my soul, look on and
gaze !
He bleeds, he dies, your debt he
pays.
To give you heavenly union.
10 Oh could I, like an angel, sound
Salvation through the earth
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1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
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Thy joys when shall 1 see ?
2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold ;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks,
My study long have been ;
Such dazzling views by human sight,
Have never yet been seen.
4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence ?
What folly's this, that I should dread
To die and %o from hence !
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace;
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end.
6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see ;
And all my brethren here below,
Will soon come after me.
7 My friends, I bid you all adieu,
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And if I never more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.
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1 JESUS, I love thv charming name;
'Tis music to mine ear;
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That earth and heaven should hear
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
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Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee most richly meet :
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last laboring breath ;
Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.
50. Daily Mercies.
1 O God, thy gifts of tender love
Are every evening new ;
And morning mercies from above
Distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night
To guard our sleeping hours ;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And wakes our drowsy powers.
3 We yield ourselves to thy command,
To thee devote our days;
For constant blessings from thy hand
Demand our constant praise.
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1 THOUGH hard the winds are blowing,
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Full swiftly we are going,
To our dear native shore.
2 The billows breaking o'er us,
The storms that round us swell,
Are aiding to restore us,
To all we loved so well.
3 So sorrow often presses,
Life's mariner along ;
Afflictions and distresses,
Are gales and billows strong.
4 The sharper and severer
The storms of life we meet,
The sooner and the nearer
Is Heaven's eternal seat.
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Sharp sickness pierce my breast ;
You only bear the weary
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To heal a sin-sick soul;
To wash the filthy white as snow,
And make the wounded whole.
3 The dumb break forth in praise,
The blind their sight receive;
The cripple run in wisdom's ways,
The dead revive and live.
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These waters always move ;
Sinners, in every age and clime,
Tneir vital influence prove.
5 Yet numbers near them lie,
Who meet with no relief;
With life in view they pine and die,
In hopeless unbelief.
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While love of sin bears rule.
7 Their conscience sin has seal'd,
And stupified their thought ;
For were they willing to be heal'd,
The cure would soon be wrought.
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Their stubborn will constrain ;
Or else to them the waters flow,
And grace is preach'd in vain.
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'Tis thy Savior, hear his word.
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee :
"Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?"
2 " I deliver'd thee when bound,
And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound ,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 "Can a mother's tender care
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Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
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Partner of my throne shalt be :
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?'
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O for grace to love thee more .'
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1 Meet and ri^ht it is to sinjr.
In every time and plp.ee,
Glory to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace.
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2 Thee, the first-born sons of light,
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Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease ;
Angels and archangels, all
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O'erwhelm'd before thy thione !
3 Vieing with that heavenly choir,
Who chant thy praise above;
We on eagles' wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love;
Thee, they sing, with glory crown'd ;
We extol the slau^hter'd Lamb:
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.
4 Father, God, thy love we praise,
Wnich gave thy Sou to die ;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify:
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turn'd to heaven.
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55 The glory of Christ.
1 O'l i. on in whose preseace my sou! takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.
2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3 O why should I wander an alien from thee;
Or cry in the desert for bread ?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
4 Ye daughters of Zion. declare, have you seen,
The Star that on Israel shone :
Say, if in your tent? my Beloved has been,
And where with his "flock he has gone 1
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When autumn with plenty is crown'd.
6 His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadow of deatn,
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with his breath.
7 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
To water the gardens of grace;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know
And bask in the smiles of his face.
8 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word ;
lie speaks, and eternity fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
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56. Judgment Hymn.
1 O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning,
O there will he mourning, at the judgment sent of Christ
Parents and children there will part,
Parents ami children there will part,
Parents and children there will part,
Will part to meet no more.
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Wives and husbands there will part,
Wives and husbands there will part,
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Friends and neighbors there will part,
Friends and neighbors there will part,
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Pastors and people there will part,
Pastors and people there will part,
Will part to meet no more.
6 O there will be mourning, &c.
Devils and sinners mere will meet,
Devils and sinners there will meet,
DevWs and sinners there will meet,
Will meet to part no more.
7. O there will be shouting, &c.
Saints and angels there will meet,
Saints and angels the.e will meet,
Saints and angels there- will meet,
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58. Vain world, adieu.
1 When for eternal worlds we
steer,
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And distant hills of Caiman
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The soul for joy then claps her
winus,
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Vain world, adieu.
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explore
Each landmark on the distant
shore ;
The trees of life, the pastures
green,
The golden streets, the crystal
stream ;
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wings, near,
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" Tliy will be done."
2 As bearing up to gain the port,
A blood stain'd cross and
heaven in view,
A Savior's wounds my harbor —
fort—
The beacon — to my vessel
true ;
Again my faith her soundings
tries,
And to my soul's sure Pilot
cries,
" A blessed Hope."
Savior dear,
And Jong with joy to see hfs
face.
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her ground,
And thus re-echoes back the
sound,
" Christ is my rock."
3 The nearer still she draws to
land,
More eager all her powers ex-
pand :
With steady helm, and free
bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the
vail :
Again for joy she claps her 4 When to her birth my bark
draws nigh,
And I have done with sails
and tide,
'; Strong is my cable," then I'll
cry.
My Anchor's sure — I safely
ride.
No more my soul need try her
ground,
Safe at her moorings she is
wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
Glory to God !
59. Soundings.
1 To Heaven I'm bound with
prosperous gales,
My bark by grace doth safely
steer,
And going under gospel sail?,
found,
And "all is well.' *
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GO. How happy are they.
1 How happy are they,
Who the Savior obey,
And have laid up their "treasure
above !
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love !
2 That comfort was mine,
When the favor el i vine
I first found in the blood of the
L^mb ;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received.
*What a heaven in Jesus's
name !
3 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know.
The* ansels could do nothing
Than fall down at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song:
O that all his salvation might
see !
He hath loved me, T cried,
He hath suffered and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love,
I was carried above
All sin, and temptation. and pain;
And I could not believe
That J ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.
G I rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his scat :
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In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my
feet.
7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which J felt in the life-giving
blood !
Of my Savior possest,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fulness of
God.
8 Ah ! where am I now !
When was it. or how,
That I fell from my heaven of
grace?
I am brought into thrall ;
I am stript of my all ;
I am banished from Jesus's
face !
9 Hardly yet do I knew,
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside ;
When the tempter came in,
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with
pride.
10 But I felt it too soon,
That my Savior was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my
sight ;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it wa3 turned into
night.
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61. I am not ashamed.
1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
Jesus, my God ! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
2 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
62. Am I a soldier.
1 Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb ?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name ?
Are there no foes for me to face 1
Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this dark world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God ?
2 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
Fll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer enough they die ;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
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63 DEPTH OF .MERCY.
1 Dfkth of merry! cant!,
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S I have |ong withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his
Would not hearken to his calls,
Grieved him by a thousand Talis.
3 Kindled his reientings are.
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, '; How shall I give thee
up !"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Savior stands,
Shows his wounds, and spreads
his hands !
God is love ! I know, I feel ;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
5 Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all thy nature love 1
Wilt thou not the wrong forget ?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet !
C Xow incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament !
Xow my soul's revolt deplore !
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
61. LORD, HOW LARGE.
1 Lord, how large thy bounties
are,
Tender, gracious, sinner's
friend !
What a feast dost thou prepare,
And what invitations send!
2 Now fulfil thy great design,
Who didst first the message
bring :
Every heart to thee incline ; —
Now compel them to come in.
3 Rushing on the downward road,
Sinners no compulsion need,
Heaven to forsake, and God ,
they run with rapid speed!
4 Draw them back by love divine,
With thy grace their spirits
win ;
!• art to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.
.> Thus their willing souls compel,
Thus their happy minds con-
strain,
From the wavs of death and
hell,
Home to God, and grace again.
6 Stretch that conquering arm of
thine,
Once stretched out to bleed for
sin :
Every heart to thee incline,
Xow compel them to come in.
65. COME YE WEARY.
1 Come, ye weary souJs opprest,
Find in Christ the promised rest;
On him all your burdens roll,
He can wound, and he make
whole.
3 Ye that dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus blood :
To the son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by.
3 Xaked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All you want in Jesus find :
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept" the proffer'd bliss.
4 Debtors, who have nought to
pay,
Come to Jesus, haste away;
All your sins on him were laid,
All "your debts the Surety paid
5 " It is finish'd," lo ! he cries,
Ere on yonder cross he dies ;
O believe the record true,
Jesus died for such as you.
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66. Hail the blest morn.
I Hail the blest morn ! see the great Mediator,
Down from the regions of glory descend !
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,
Lo, for his guard, the bright angels attend.
Brightest and best of the so?is of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning ,
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
2 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining:
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining,
Wise men and shepherds before him do fall.
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3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Eden, and offerings divine,
Gems from the mountains, and pearls from the
ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ?
Brightest and best, fyc.
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold we his favor secure ;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration ;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best, fyc
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67. If life's pleasures charm thee.
1 If life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy
heart,
Lest the gift ensnare thee, from thy God to part ;
His favor seek, his praises speak,
Fix here thy hope's foundation;
Serve him, and he will ever he
The Rock of thy salvation.
2 If distress befal thee, painful though it be,
Let not grief appal thee; to thy Savior flee:
He ever near, thy prayer will hear
And calm thy perturbation :
The waves of 'wo shall ne'er o'erflovv
The Rock of thy salvation.
3 When earth's prospects fail thee, let it not distress,
Better comforts wait thee ; Christ will freely bless ;
To Jesus flee, thy prop he'll be,
Thy heavenly consolation :
For griefs bejow cannot o'ei'throw
The Rock of thy salvation.
4 Dangers may approach thee, let them not alarm,
Christ will ever watch thee, and protect from harm,
He near thee stands with mighty hands,
To ward off each temptation :
To Jesus fly, he's ever nigh,
The Rock of thy salvation.
5 Let not death alarm thee, shrink not from his blor
For thy God shall arm thee, and victory bestor
For death shall bring to thee no sting,
The grave no desolation :
*Tis gain to die, with Jesus nigh,
The Rock of thy salvation.
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1 TnK day of death 's a doleful
day;
To those who know not Cod ;
Fly. sinner, Hy ! nn more delay,
Till wash'd in Jesus' blood.
2 How wretched is the sinner's
state,
Who sleeps to wake no more !
He knecks, alas: he knocks too
late,
When death hath shut the door.
3 But now, O Lord, 'tis not too late
To hear thy people pray ;
For tho' thy justice locks the gate,
Thy viercij keeps the key.
69. Thro" sorrow's night.
1 Thro' sorrow's night and dan-
cer's path,
Amid the deepening sloom,
Wc, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.
2 There, when the turmoil is no
more,
And all our powers decav,
Our cold remains, in solitude,
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Oui labors 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 Iittledust,
Oui Father's care shah keep,
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.
5 Then love's soft dew o'er every
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And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.
70. Hoping, yet trembling.
1 Mx soul would fain indulge a
hope
To reach the heavenly shore ;
And when I drop this dying flesh,
Then I shall sin no mote*.
2 I hope to hear, and join the song,
That saints and angels raise ;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.
3 But oh— this dreadful heart of
sin !
It may deceive me still ;
And while 1 look for joys above.
May plunge me down to helL
4 The scene must then forever
close,
Probation at an end ;
No gospel grace can reach mo
tiiere,
No pardon there descend.
5 Come then, O blessed Jesui,
come,
To me thy Spirit give ;
Shine thro' a dark, benign, ted SOUl,
And uid a sinner live.
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To Ziou's gladsome strains.
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And dry these tears so sad :
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72. Light in darkness.
1 O thou who driest the mourn-
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How dark this world' would be,
If, pierced by sins and sorrows
here,
We could not fly to thee !
2 The friends, who in our sun-
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When winter comes, are flown ;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.
3 Oh ! who could bear life's
stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
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4 Then sorrow touch'd by thee,
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And I must lanch thro1 boundh
And I must lanch thro" boundless deeps Where endless ages roll.
2 The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between!
And whisper as they fly—
Unthinking man, remember this,
Thou, midst thy sublunary bliss,
Must groan, and gasp, and die !
3 My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall,
And thou must take thy flight,
Beyond the vast ethereal blue,
To love and sing as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
4 Long ere the sun lias run its round,
I may be buried under ground,
And there in silence rot:
Alas! one hour may close the scene,
And ere twelve months shall intervene
My name be quite forgot.
5 But shall my soul be then extinct,
And cease to be, or cease to think?
It cannot, cannot be :
Thou ! my immortal, cannot die,
What wilt thou do, or whither fly,"
When death shall set thee free ?
6 Will mercy then, its arms extend ?
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend ?
And heaven thy dwelling-place?
Or shall insulting fiends appear,
To drag thee down to black despair,
Beyond the reach of grace 1
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And m;ulness all combined;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
3 From men great skill professing,
I sought a cure to gain ;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuse fa i I'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.
4 At length this great Physician
(How matchless is his grace)
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case :
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin mine eyes had seal'd ;
Then bade me look unto him;
I look'd — and I was heaPd.
5 A dying, risen Jesus, ■
Seen by an eye of faith,
At onee from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death :
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
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1 I'll try to prove faithful,
111 try to prove faithful,
I'll try to prove faithful, faithful, faithful,
Till we all shall meet ahove.
2 O, let us prove faithful;
O, let us prove faithful,
O, let us prove faithful, faithful, faithful,
Till we all shall meet above.
3 We mean to be faithful,
We mean to he faithful,
We mean to be faithful, faithful, faithful,
Till we all shall meet above.
4 There'll be no more sinning,
Ti»ere'll be no more shining,
There'll be no more sinning, si lining, sinning,
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5 There'll be no more sorrow,
There'll be no more sorrow,
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When we all shall meet above.
6 There we shall see Jesus,
There we shall see Jesus,
There we shall see Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
When we all shall meet above.
7 There we shall sing praises,
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There we shall sing praises, praises, praises,
When we all shall meet above.
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76. The Alarm.
1 Stop, poor sinner, stop and
think,
Before you farther no —
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo 1
CHORUS.
Be entreated now to stop !
I »Uss yuu learning take,
Ere you are aware you'll drop
Into the burning lake !
2 Hell beneath is gaping wide !
And waits the dread command,
Soon to stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd.
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And drag you to the bar ;
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will rill you with despair.
4 All your sins will round you
crowd,
Of bloody crimson die.
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply ?
5 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose ?
Fear you not his iron rod,
With which lie breaks ids foes?
C Can you stand in thatsreat day.
When judgment is prociaim'd,
When tiie earth shail melt away,
Like wax before the flame ?
7 Though your heart were made
of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass,
God at length will make you t'etl,
He will not let you pass.
8 Sinners then in vain will call,
Who now despise his grace,
1 Rocks and mountains on us faK
And hide us from his face.'
9 But as yet there is a hope,
That you may mercy know;
Though his arm is lilted up,
He still forbears the blow.
10 'Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners be calls to come ,
None who come shall be denied,
He says, " There yet is room.'
77. Striving of the Spirit.
Written for the Lyre.
1 Sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whisper'd to thy soul,
Bid thee leave the ways of sin,
And yield to God's control 7
2 Hath it met thee in the path,
Of earthly vanity,
Fointed to the coming wrath.
And warn'd thee now to flee 1
3 Sinner, 'twas a heavenly voict
Spirit's gracious call,
Bade thee make a better choice,
A iid seek in Christ thine all.
4 Hear the call to life and light ;
Regard the warning kind :
If that call thou always slight,
Thou mercy ne'er shalt And.
5 Soon thy season will be o'er,
The Spirit cease to strive ;
Thy slumbers he will break no
more ;
His love then do not grieve.
6 Sinner, should this very day
Thy last of mercy be !
Shouid'st thou grieve him now
away,
Hope ne'er may beam on thee
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78. Father, 1 long.
1 F Ki riFR, T Inn?. I faint to see
The place ol thine abode :
I'd leave thine earthly courts, and
Up to thy seat, my God !
2 Here I behold thy distant fac^v,
And 'tis a pleasing sight ;
But In abide in thine embrace,
Is infinite de'igl.t.
3 There all the heavenly hosts are
seen,
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immoral vi_ror in,
With wonder and with love.
4 Then at thy feet with awful fear
TIT adoring armies fall ;
Willi joy they shrink to nothing
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Before ih' eternal All.
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Thus wh.le I sink, my joys shall
rise
Unmc.'isurably high.
79. TJie Scriptures.
1 Fattter of mcr-ies, in thy word
Wha: endless glory shines!
For ever be thy na^ne adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Ilerr, the Redeemer's welcome
Spreads heavenly pecce around,
And life, and everlasting joyi
Attend the blissful sound.
3 Oh, may these heavenly pages be
u delight ;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light !
4 Divine instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near,
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Savior there.
80. Brotherly Love.
1 Bt.tsT be the dear, uniting love,
That will not let us part ;
Oar bodies may far off' remove—
ill are one in heart.
! in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we'll go ;
I in Jesus' foorsteps fead,
And show his praise below.
3 Partakers of the Savior's grace,
The same in mind and heart,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor
place,
Nor life, nor death can part.
4 But let ns hasten to the day,
•_h shall our flesh restore ;
When death shall all be dene
away.
And christians part no more !
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81. The voice of conscience.
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1 Sinner, is thy heart a*
Is thy bosom void of fear 1
Art thou not by guili op| •
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Can it chase away thy g
Flattering, false, and vain it is: —
Tremble at the worldling's doom.
3 Long the gospel thou hast
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Long delay'd to seek thy God ;
Stifled conscience, nor hast turn'd
Woo'd though, by a Savior's
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4 Think, O sinner, on t*w end ;
See the judgment duy appear !
Thither must tliy spirit wend ;
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hear.
5 Wretched, ruin'd, helpless soul,
To a Savior's blood apply ;
He alone can make thee whole ;
Fly to Jesus, — sinner, fly !
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82. Sinner, prepare.
1 Sinner, art thou still secure ?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray 1
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day 1
2 See, his mighty arm is bared '.
Awful terrors clothe his brow !
For his judgment stand prepared,
Thou must either break or bow.
3 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth allYL to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
it will then become of thee1
. his advent may abide ?
You your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,
world is wrapt in
flame ?
5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace !
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
C Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice ;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended
joys.
83. The Narrow Gate.
1 Seek, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter, ere it be too late ;
Many ask to enter there,
When too late to ofl'er prayer.
3 God from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bar the skies :
Then, though sinners cry without,
lit will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim —
1 Lord ! we have profess'd thy
name ;
We have ate with thee, and heard
Heavenly teaching in thy word.'
4 Vain, alas ! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity ;
Sad their everlasting lot —
Christ will say, 'I know you
not.'
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1 From whence doth this union arise,
That hatred is conquer'd by love !
Jt fastens our souls in such ties,
As distance and time can't remove.
2 It cannot in Eden be found,
Nor yet in a Paradise lost :
It grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus' dear blood it did cost.
3 My friends are so dear unto me,
Our hearts all united in love :
"Where Jesus has gone, we shall be,
In yonder bright mansions above.
4 O why then so loth now to part ?
Since we shall ere long meet again;
Engraved on Immanuel's heart,
At distance we cannot remain.
5 And when we shall see that bright day,
And join with the angels above,
And leaving these bodies of clay,
Unite with our Jesus in love,
6 With Jesus we ever shall reign ;
Wc all his bright glory shall see,
And sing, ' Hallelujah, Amen :'
Amen, even so let it be.
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85. The Happy Land.
1 There is a land of pure delight,
Win-re saints immortal reign ;
Infinite nay 'xcludes (lie I
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers ;
Dentil, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swell-
in? flood,
Stand dress'd in living green ;
So hi the Jews old Canaan stood,
Whiie Jordan roll'd between.
4 But timorous mortals start and
shrink,
To cross this narrow sea ;
And li'i^er, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 Oh ! could we make our doubts
remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
An<! see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes !
6 Could we but climb where Mo-
, sps stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's
cold flood,
Could fright us from the shore.
86. The Soul. ,
1 What is the thing of greatest
price,
The whole creation round ?—
That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found :
2 The soul of man — Jehovah's
breath—
That keeps two worlds in strife ;
Hell moves beneath to work its
death,
Heaver, noops to give it life.
3 God, to redeem It, did not spare
His well beloved Son ;
to save it, d« i«n'd to bear
The sins of all — in one.
4 And is this treasure borne be-
low,
In parthen vessels frail ?
Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail ?
5 Then let us gather round the
cross,
That knowledge to obtain ;
Not hy the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.
87. htdecming Lore.
1 Yn saints, assist me in my song--
Let all your passions move ;
To Jesus all the notes bpJong—
I sing redeeming love.
2 Opposing spirits 'gainst hiscrosa,
Their force united prove ;
Butquit t lie field with mighty loss,
Crush'd by redeeming love.
3 Around the circle of his friends
His tender passions move ;
And while he lived, his constant
theme
Was still redeeming love.
4 Gently he raised his sacred
hands,
Before his last remove ■
And the last whispers of his
> tongue,
Sigh'd forth redeming love.
5 Thro' life's wide waste, with
weary feet,
In darkness I may rove ;
But never can my heart forget
Redeeming, dying love.
6 Oh, that before his sacred
throne,
I all its sweets may prove ;
Still as my pleasures rise, my song
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1 Awake, ami sing the song
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tongue.
To praise the Savior's name.
2 Sinn of his dying leve :
Sing of his rising power !
Si ii2, how he intercedes ahove,
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sin?, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues :
Sin?, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
4 Sing on your heavenly way —
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing!
Sinn on. rejoicing every day,
In Christ, the exalted King.
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u Ye blessed children, come :"'
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.
6 Soon shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim ;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
And every promise in his word,
Declares ll there yet is room."
4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with th> love:—
Then will the angels clap their
wings,
And bear the news above.
5.Assembled round his throne,
They shall his face behold :
And sing of all his dying pains,
Whose love can ne'er be told.
89. The Accepted Tunc.
1 Now is the accepted time —
Now is the day of grace : —
Now. sinners, come without delay
And seek the Savior's face.
2 Now is the accepted time,
The Savior cals to-day ; —
Pardon and peace he freely uives;
Then why should you delay]
3 Now is the accepted time,
The gospel bids you come ;
90. TJie Love of Jesus.
TV^itten for the Lyre.
1 My Jesus, thou hast taught
This heart to love bet. thee ;
The sweetest joys below are
fraught
With emptiness to ni3.
2 If sorrow shades my eyes,
It is when thou art fled ;
Deep in the dust my spirit lies,
And mourns its comforts dead.
3 The world has lost its power
To sooihe this inward pain ;
To me it is a faded flower,
That cannot bloom again.
4 Rut when thy smile appears,
To chase my gloom away,
How bursts my song ! how sink
my fears ;
My night is turn'd to day.
5 Then, Lord, no more permit
This heart from thee to rovo
0 that 1 might for ever sit
At thy dear feet, and love.
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1 HolyGhost, dispel oursadnes*,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night:
Come, thou source of sweetest
gladness,
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light! "
Loving Spirit, God of peace,
Great distributor of grace,
Rest upon this congregation !
Hear, O hear our supplication.
2 From that height which knows
no measure,
As a gracious shower descend :
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
O thou Glory, shilling down
From the Father and the Son,
Grant us thy illumination !
Rest upon this congregation.
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Author of the new creation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.
4 Manifest thy love for ever,
Fence us in on every side,
In distress be our reliever ;
Guard and teach, support and
guide. •
Lot thy kind, effectual grace
Turn our feet from evil ways;
Show thyself our new Creator,
And conform us to thy nature.
5 Re our friend, on each occasion ;
God, omnipotent to save !
When we die, be our salvation J
When we're buried, be our
grave :
And, when from the grave we rise,
Take us up above the skies ;
Seat us with thy saints in glory,
There for ever to adore Thee.
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92. The Wheat and Tares.
1 Though in the outward church below,
The wheat and tares together grow;
Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.
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For soon the reaping- time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
How much they heard, how much they knew,
How much among the wheat they grew ?
3 No! this will aggravate their case,
They perish'd under means of grace;
To them the word of lite and faith
Became an instrument of death.
4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all were wheat;
But to the Lord's ail-searching eyes,
Each heart appears without disguise.
5 The tares are spared for various ends,
Some for the sake of praying friends :
Others the Lord, against their will,
Employs his counsels to fulfil.
6 But though they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest, when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.
7 Oh ! awful thought, and is it so ?
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Is every man a wheat or tare ?
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1 Somen h\ surprises
The Christian while lie sings;
It is the Lord who ri
With healing on his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the sonl again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new :
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing,
But he will bear us through ; —
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too :
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed ;
And he who feeds the ravens,
Will give his children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there ;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice ;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
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1 I would not live alway : I ask not to stay,
Wliere storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer
2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin ;
Temptation without, and corruption within :
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.
3 I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus 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.
4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure (low o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethr3n, transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul !
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1 When* tliou, my righteous judge, shalt come
To call thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand ?
2 I love to meet amon? them now,
Before tliy gracious feet to bow,
Tho' vilest of them all ;
But can I bear the piercing thought ?
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!
3 Prevent it, Lord, by thy rich grace;
Be thou my soul's sure hiding place,
In this the accepted day :
Thy pardoning voice, O iet me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
IVor let "me fall, I pray.
4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
And see thy milling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
Whiie heaven's resounding mansions ring
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95, The Saint's Siveet Home.
1 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is conun union with saints'
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.
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Home, home, siccet, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home*
2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace !
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease 1
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee, in glory at home.
3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;
Thougli now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.
4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace,
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.
6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine,
And in thy dear image, arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise thee, at Home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Receive me, dear Savior, in glory, my home.
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96. Sweet Home.
1 A.v alien from God, and n Btranger to grace,
I wandered through earth, its gay pleasures to trace
In the pathway of sin I continued to roam,
Unmindful, alas! that it led me from home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O Savior! direct me to heaven, my home.
2 The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade away,
They bloom for a season, but soon they decay,
But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are given,
Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
The saints in those mansions are ever at home.
3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms '
The savior invites me, I'll go to his arms;
At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room,
0 there may I feast with his children at home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home
4 Farewell, vain amusements, my follies, adieu,
While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view;
1 feast on the pleasures that (low from his throne,
The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O when shall I share the fruition of home !
5 The days of'my exile are passing away,
The time is approaching, when Jesus will say,
1 Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,
And dwell in my presence forever at home.'
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O there I shall rest with the Savior at home.
C Afflictien, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er,
The saints shall unite to be parted no more;
There loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
They dwell with the Savior for ever at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Thev dwell with the Savior for ever at home.
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1 Lono have I tried tern
But litre can find no
Far from it- vanity ami i.
•• To be will) Const is b< -
2 Fair is the Siren's painted face,
Ami sin looks gaily drest
To cheat me; but I fly the em-
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Betray the unguarded breast :
Safe from the poison of each dart,
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foes
Do all the road infest ; '
The danger of the journey's short,
'• To be with Christ is best."
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He spreads a heavenly feast ;
Such dainties crown his royal
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M To be with Christ is best."
6 By this I fly the desert through,
And feel my soul refresh'd ;
What can obstruct me, when I
know
" To be with Christ is best."
7 There an eternity with thee,
I'll think myself well blest ;
I see thee here : but oh ! to be,
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And icek on high my rest:
Sit in boom heavenly erove and
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"To be with Christ is best.'
98. Longing for Heaven.
1 Like Paul I would desire to die,
I lori2 for death's arrest ;
If any ask the reason why. —
" To be with Christ is best."
2 My unbelief, that bosom foe,
Which lurks wuhin rny breast,
So often seeks my overthrow, —
" To be with Christ is best."
3 Should friends and kindred on
me frown,
And leave my soul opprest ;
Should evils crush my comforta
down,
" To be with Christ is best."
4 Had I a voice so loud and strong,
To sound from east to west ;
I'd Ml the honor-seeking"throng,
" To be with Christ is best."
5 O come, sweet Jesus, quickly
come,
And cheer my fainting breast ;
1 /onir to reach my heavenly home,
" To be with Christ is best."
G Pinion'd with love, I'd take the
wing,
And p.y to thee, my rest :
There with the church triumphant
sing,
" To be with Christ is best"
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1 From every earthly pleasure,
From every transient joy,
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That soon will fade and die ;
No longer these desiring,
Upwards our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that never end.
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On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending,
In infinite delight.
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And sojourners below;
And countless snares and dan-
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Though painful and distressing
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And onward still we're prew
To reach that land of love
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100. Lord ! remember me.
1 Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend,
As such I look to thee ;
Now in the bowels of thy love,
Oh, Lord ! remember me.
2 Remember thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary :
Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.
3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God !
I yield myself to thee :
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Oh Lord ! remember me.
4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
Yet thy salvation's free ;
Then, in thy all abounding grace,
Oh Lord ! remember me.
5 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd,
Howe'er oppress'd I be,
Howe'er afflicted here o?i earth,
Do thou remember me.
6 And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature helps ah flee,
Then, oh my great Redeemer, God !
I pray, remember me.
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101. Resignation.
1 Not from the dust affliction
Nor troubles rise by chai
Yei we are born to cares and
A i«d inheritance !
sparks break out from burn-
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And still are upwards borne ;
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn :
3 Yet with my God I leave my
cause,
And trust his promised grace ;
He rules me by his well known
laws,
Of love and righteousness.
4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore,
Shall spoil my future peace,
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
102. Contrition's £ijh.
1 O thou, whose tender mercy
hears
Contrition's humble sigh ; .
Whose hand indulgent wipes the
tears
From sorrow's weeping eye.
2 See, low before thy throne of
grace.
A wretched wanderer mourn :
Hast thou not bid me seek thy
face !
Hast tbou not said— Return 7
3 And shall my guilty fears pre-
vail
To drive me from thy feet ?
O ! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my
Light!
Without one cheering my:
Through da - and
gloomy night,
How .!■ solate my way !
5 Oh! shine on this benighted
heart,
"Wit Ji h< ams of mercy shine !
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste oi joys divine.
103. The Backslider.
1 O why did I my Savior leave,
So soon unfaithful prove :
How could 1 thy good Spirit
grieve,
And sin against thy love 1
2 I forced thee first to disappear,
I turn'd thy face aside ;
Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been
here,
Thy servant had not died.
3 But O, how soon thy wrath is
o'er,
And pardoning love takes place !
As-ist me. Savior, to adore
The riches of thy grace.
4 O could I lose myself in thee ;
Thy depth of mercy prove ;
Thou vast, unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love !
5 My humble soul, when thou art
near,
In dust and ashes lies :
How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes 1
6 I loathe myself, when God I see,
And into nothing fall ;
Content, if thou exalted be,
And Christ be Ml in All.
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104. Faith.
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Let bm bide myself in thee ;
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Save from wrath, aiut make me
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2 Should my tears forever 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 While Idrawthisfleetinn breath,
VVhen mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne, —
Rock of nges ! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee !
105. Sp i rit of A dopt io n .
1 Since the Son hath made me
free,
Let me taste my liberty !
Thee behold with open face,
Triumph in thy saving grace !
Thy great will delight to prove,
Glory in thy perfect love.
2 Abba, Father, hear thy child,
Late in Jesus reconciled ;
Hear, and all the graces shower,
All the joy, and peace, and power ;
All my Savior asks above,
All the life and heaven of love,
3 Lord, I will not let tbee go,
Till the blessing thou bestow ;
Hear my Advocate divine !
Lo ! to his my suit I join :
Join'd to his, it cannot fail :
Bless me ; for I icill prevail.
4 Heavenly Father, Life divine,
Change my tine into thine !
Move, and spread throughout my
soul.
Actuate, and fill the whole !
I no longer now
Living in the flesh, but thou.
5 Holy Ghost, no more delay!
■ ind in thy temple stay !
line inward witness bear,
and permanent, and clean
Spring of Life, thyself impart;
Rise eternal in my heart !
106. Praise lo our King.
1 Come and let uspraise our King,
He is worthy to be praised ;
Should his saints refuse to sing,
How would angels stand amazed !
0 exalt the sinner's friend !
Let his praises never end.
2 There he dwells whom angels
sinn ;
Once he bore the cross below ;
Jesus, heaven's eternal King,
Lived on earth a man of wo :
Now be reigns, and reigns above,
Jesus reigns the God of love.
3 Hail, immortal King of heaven !
Endless praise surround thy
throne ;
Lanib of God, for sinners given,
" Thou art worthy," thou alone :
Thee we serve, and thee we sing ;
Jesus, hail, eternal King.
107. Our Common Lord.
1 Jesus is our common Lord,
He our loving Savior is ;
By his death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss :
Bliss to carnal minds unknown,
Only to believers shown.
2 Christ, our Brother and our
Friend,
Shows us his eternal love :
Never shall our triumphs end,
Till we take our seats above :
Let us for that day prepare,
For our glorious meeting there:
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Will you //trust him from your arms ?
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Now he calls you to his arms.
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Endless joy, or dreadful anguish,
Turn upon the events of life.
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Now he stands and looks on thee ;
See, what kindness, love and pity,
Shine around on you and me.
Sinners, can you hate, \c.
6 Open now your hearts before him,
Bid the Savior welcome in ;
Now receive. — and O adore him,
Take a full discharge from sin.
Sinners, can you hate, SfC,
7 Come, for all things now are ready,
Yet there's room for many more.'
O ye blind, ye lame and needy,
Come to wisdom's boundless store.
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All I want for life or j leasure,
Food and medicine, Bhieid and sword.
Let the world account n
Having this, I want no more.
2 Food to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills, it never cloys :
On a dying Christ I {ced,
He is meat and drink indeed!
3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when .Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive rne quickly,
Heafing medicine here 1 find ;
To the promises I flee,
Each affords a remedy.
4 In the hour of dark temptation
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield :
While the Scripture truths are sure
From liis malice I'm secure.
5 Vain hi* threats to overcome me,
When I lake the Spirit's Bword:
Then with ease I drive him from me,
Satan trembles at the word:
'Tis a sword for conquest ma !e,
Keen the edge, and strong the blade.
6 Shall I envy then the miser,
Doating on his golden store ?
Sure I am, or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor.
Jesus gives me, in his word,
Food and medicine, shield and sword.
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110. The Atonement.
1 Saw ye my Savior — Saw yc my Savioi;
Saw ye my Savior and God ?
O! he died on Calvary,
To atone for yon and me,
And to purchase our pardon with ulood.
2 He was extended — He was extended,
Painfully nail'd to the cross;
Here he bow'd his head and died,
Thus my Lord was crucified,
To atone for a world tiiat was '.ost.
3 Jesus baqg bleeding — Jesus hung bleeding,
Three dreadful hours Hi pain,
And the solid rocks were rent,
Through creation's vast extent,
When the Jews crucified the God-man.
4 Darkness prevailed — Darkness prevailed,
Darkness prevailed o'er the land,
And the sun refused to shine,
When his majesty divine,
Was derided, insulted and slain.
5 When it was flnisii'd — When it was finish'd,
And the atonement was made,
He was taken by the great,
And embalm'd with spices sweet,
And was in a new sepulchre laid.
6 Hail, mighty Savior — Hail, mighty Savior,
Prince, and the author of peace ;
O! he burst the bars of death,
And, triumphant from the earth,
He ascended to mansions of bliss.
7 There interceding — There interceding,
Pleading that sinners may live,
Crying, " Father, I have died,
O, behold my hands aud side,
O, forgive them, I pray thee, forgive."
8 " I will forgive them — I will forgive them
When they repent and b?lieve,
Let them now return to thee,
And be reconciled to me,
And salvation thev all shall receive."
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1 Hail, sovereign love, that first began
Thr - le fallen man ;
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding-place !
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I fought with hands uplifted high :
wed the mansions of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding-place.
3 En wrapt in dark Egyptian night.
And fond of darkness more than light
Madly I ran the sinful race.
Secure without a hiding-place !
4 But lo ! the eternal counsel rant
1 Almighty love arrest the man-,'
I felt the arrows of disti
And. found I had no hiding-place.
5 Vindictive justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount 1 flew ;
But justice cried, with frowuiug face,
This mouutain is no hiding-place.
6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard,
And mercy's angel soon appear'd ;
Who led me on a pleasing pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding-place.
7 On him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a wo;ld to hell
He bore it for his chosen race,
And thus became their hiding-place.
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And never, never Taint :
With the word a power convey,
To utter our complaint !
Quiet shalt thou never know,
Till we from sin are freed :
O, avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head !
2 We have now besrun to cry,
And we will never end,
Till we rind salvation nigh,
And crasp the sinner's Friend :
Day and night we'll speak our wo,
Importunately plead ;
O, avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head!
3 Speak the word, and we shall be
From all our bands released;
Only thou canst set us free,
By satan loiin oppi
Now thy power almighty show,
Arise, thou conc,ue wig Seed !
O, avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head !
4 To destroy his work of sin,
Thyself in us revtal ;
Manifest thyself within
Our flesh, and fully dwell :
Enter with us here below,
... ke us free indeed :
O, afc ->" ,s of our foe,
And oruise the serpent' t head .
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Cast him out, by en ering now,
And keep our ransom'd soul.
Satan's kingdom overtnrow,
On powers of darkness tread ;
O, avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head!
6 To the never-ceasing cries
Of thine elect, attend ;
Send deliverance from the skies,
Thy mighty Spirit send :
Thoush to man thou seemestslow,
And not our cries to heed ;
O, avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head !
7 Come, O come, all glorious Lord!
No lor.zer now delay,
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Bare thine arm, and give the blow,
Root out the hellish seed :
O, avenge us of our foe,
Aud bruise the serpent's head !
is, hear thy Spirit's call,
Thy Bride, who bids thee come
Come, thou righteous Judge of all,
Pronounce the tempter's doom ;
Doom him to eternal wo,
For-!! hi? steels made;
^nge us of our foe,
• er braise his head !
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1 Why sleep Ave, my brethren ? come, let us arise,
O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize 1
Salvation is nearer, our clays are far spent,
O, let us be active; awake ! and repent.
2 O, how can we slumber ! the Master is come,
And calling on sinners to seek them a home;
The Spirit and Bride wow in concert unite,
The weary they welcome, the careless invite.
3 O, how can we slumber! our foes are awake ;
To ruin poor souls every effort they make ;
To accomplish their object no means are untried,
The careless they comfort, the wakeful misguide.
4 O, how can we slumber! when so much was done,
To purchase salvation by Jesus the Son!
Now mercy is proffer'd, and justice display'd,
Now God can be honor'd, and sinners be saved.
5 O, how can we slumber! when death is so near,
And sinners are sinking to endless despair;
Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize,
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.
6 O, how can ye slumber! ye sinners, look round,
Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound;
O, fly to the Savior, he calls you to-day ;
While mercy is waiting, O make no delay.
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1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound !
Let all tiie nations know
To earth's remotest bound :
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Through all the lands proclaim :
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive ;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live :
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, nome.
4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Savior's face :
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
5 Jesus, our great I igh Priest,
Has full atonement made :
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad !
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
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1 To-day, if you will hear his voice,
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will you be for ever blest,
And with the glorious Jesus rest?
2 Will you be saved from fjuilt and pain ?
Will you with Christ for ever reign ?
Say, will you to mount Zion go ?
Say, will you have this Christ or no ?
3 Come, bloominsr youth, for ruin bound,
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4 Behold, he's waiting at your door !
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Say, will you have this Christ or no ?
5 Your sport?, and all your flittering toys,
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6 Why rush in carnal pleasures on ?
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Say, will you have this Christ or no ?
7 O, must we bid you all farewell ;
We bound to heaven, and you to bell ?
Still God may hear us while we pray,
And change you, ere that burning day.
8 Once more we ask you in his name,
We know his love remains the same;
Say, will you to mount Zion go ?
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116. The Star of Bethlehem. 117. The Ransomed Spirit.
1 When marshall'd on the nightly
plain,
The grlitterinjz host bestud tho sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering
eye :
Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus
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From every host, from every pern ;
But one alone the Savior speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
2 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night
was dark,
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely
blow'd
The wind that toss'd my found-
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Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to
stem :
When suddenly a Star arose,
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
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all,
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And through the sLorni and dan-
ger's thrall,
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Now safely moor'd — my perils
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For ever and forevermore,
The Star— the Star of Bethlehem.
BY W. B. TAPPAS.
1 The ransom'd spirit to her home,
The clime of cloudless beauty flies;
No mora on stormy seas to roam,
She hails her haven in the skies :
But cheerless are those heavenly
fields,
That cloudless clime no pleasure
yields,
There is no bliss In bowers above,
U thou art absent, Holy Love !
2 The cherub near the viewless
throne,
Hath smote the harp with trem-
bling hand ;
And one with incense-fire hath
flown,
To touch with flame the angel
band ;
But tuneless is the quivering
string,
No melody can Gabriel bring,
Mute are its arches, when above
The harps of heaven wake not to
Love !
3 Earth, sea and sky one lan-
guage speak.
Tn harmony that soothes the soul ;
'Tis heard when scarce the
zephyrs wake,
And when on thunders thunders
roll:
That voice is heard, and tumults
cease,
It whispers to the bosom peace ;
Speak, thou Inspirer, from above,
And cheer our hearts, celestial
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The fellowship of kindred minds,
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
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Our fears, our hopes, our aims aie one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes
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4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain ;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way ;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free ;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
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Tho1 poor, and blind, and lamf1 :
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room.
3 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls, draw neat ;
Christ calls you from above —
His charming accents hear !
Let whosoever will, now come ;
In mprcy's arms there still is room.
120. Pastoral Cares.
1 Who can describe the pain,
Which faithful preachers feel,
Constraint to preach in vain,
To hearts as hard as steel !
Or who can tell the pleasures felt,
When stubborn hearts besin to
melt?
2 The Savior's dying love,
The soul's amazing worth,
Their warm affections move,
And draw their efforts forth :
They pray and strive — their rest
departs,
Till Christ be form'd in sinner's
hearts.
8 If some small hope appear,
They still are not content ;
But with a jealous fear,
They watch for the event :
Too oft they find their hopes de-
ceived ;
Then how their inmost souls are
grieved.
4 But when their pains succeed,
And from the tender blade,
The ripening * an proceed,
Ttif ir toils are overpaid :
No harvest jovs can equal theirs,
To find the fruit of all their care9
5 On what lias now been sown,
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow ;
Tii.- power is thine alone,
To make it spriim and grow:
on the gracious harvest
And thou alone shall have the
praise.
121. Doxology.
1 We £iive immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above :
He sent his own Eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.
2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who saved us by his blood,
From everlasting wo :
And now he lives', and now he
r< iens,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit, praise
n worship give,
new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live :
His work completes the great de-
sign,
And fills the soul with joy divine
4 Almighty God ! to thee
Be endless honors done ;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one :
Where reason fails with all he/
powers,
There faith prevails, and Jove
adores.
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122. P anting for Heaven.
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So happy, so noble, so good ;
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And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace and his giory display,
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H*» match'd you from hell and the grave-
He ransom rd from death and despair:
For you he was mighty to save,
Almighty to bring you safe there
3 Oh, when will the period appear,
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,
And I to your Savior belong!
I'm fetter'd and chain'd up in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free ;
I long to be soaring away,
My God and my Savior to see !
4 I want to put on rr.y attire,
Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb,*
I want to be one of your choir.
And tune my sweet harp to his name;
I want — Oh, I wanl to be there,
Where "sorrow and sin bid adieu —
Your joy and your friendship to share-
To wonder, and worship with you !
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123. Longing for Christ.
1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see ;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me :
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
2 His name yields tne richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice ;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice :
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear ;
No mortal so happy as 1,
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd ;
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind :
While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear ;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my son?,
Say, why do I languish and pine ?
And why are my winters so long ?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore :
Or take me to thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
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1 O'er the gloomy hills of (lark-
Look, my soul, be still an<!
All the promise* do travail,
With a glorious day of grace :
Bleated Jubih e,
Let thy glorious morning dawn!
2 Let the Indian, let the Negro,
Let the rude Barbarian Bee
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary ;
Let the gospel
Soon resound from pole to pole,
3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in
darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious
light;
And from eastern coast to west-
ern,
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night ;
And redemption,
Freely purchased) win the day.
4 May the glorious day approach-
ing,
Thine eternal love proclaim,
And the everlasting gospel,
"Spread abroad thy holy name,
O'er the borders,
Oi '.he great Immanuers land.
5 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel,
Win and conquer, never cease ;
Ma\ dry lasting wide dominions,
Multiply, and still increase ;
Sway thy sceptre,
Savior^ all the world around.
125. On the Mountains.
1 O.v the mountain's top appear-
ing,
Lo, the sacred herald stands ;
We.come news to Zicn bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,
Geo himself will loose thy bands.
2 Has thy nieht been long and
mournful,
All thy friends unfaithful
proved ?
Have thy foes been proud and
itlll,
By thy sizhs and tears un-
moved !
Cease thy mourning,
Zion still is well beloved.
3 God, thy God, will now restore
thee !
He himself appears thy friend :
A.'i thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here their boasts and triumphs
end .
Great deliverance,
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend
thee,
All thy warfare now is past,
God, thy Savior, shall defend thee,
Peace and joy are •'orae at las:;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.
126. Men of God.
1 Men of God, go take your sta-
tions,
Darkness reigns throughout the
earth ;
Go, proclaim among the nations,
Joyful news of heavenly birth ;
Rear the tidimrs
Of the Savior's matchless worth.
2 What tho' earth and hell united,
Should opposethe Savior'splan?
Plead his cause, nor be affrighted :
Fear ye not the face of man :
Vain their tumult,
Stop his work they never can.
3 When exposed to fearful dan
gers,
Jesus will his own defend :
Borne afar 'midst foes and stran
gers,
Jesus will appear your friend :
And his presence
Shall be with you to the (ilJ .
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1 Once I thought my mountain
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Firmly hx'd, no more to move ;
Then my Savior was my sons.
Then "my soul was filTd with
love ;
Those were happy, golden days,
y spent ia prayer and
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Liule (bought of Satan's power;
Now I feel my sii.s anew ;
Now I feel the stormy hour !
Sin has put ray joys to ffig
Sin lias turn'd my day to night.
3 Savior, shine and cheer my soul,
Bid my dying hope? revive r
Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away the tempter drive ;
Speak the word and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.
]*2S. Faith Encouraged.
1 Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Savior says ;
Every word should joy impart.
Change thy mourning into praise.
Fearful soul, attend and >ce ;
Yes, he speaks, and speaks to
thee.
2 " Fear thou not, n >r be ashamed,
All thy sorrows -*->n shall end ;
I, who heaven and earth have
framed,
Am thy husband and thy friend :
I, the High and Holy One,
As thy Savior will be known.
3 "For a moment I withdrew,
And thy heart was tiii'd with pain;
But thy mercies I'll renew.
Thou shalt soon rejoice asain :
'J' hough I seem to hide my face,
*Tis but for a moment's space
4 "When my peaceful bow ap-
pears.
Fainted on the watery ;loud,
'Tis to dissipate thy fears.
Lest the earth should be o'er-
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Very soon my wrath shall cease.
5 "Though afflicted, tempest
toss'd,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Faithful souls shall ne er be lost ;
I have graved them on m\ heart
Look to me, and prove "anew,
What a God of love can do."
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1 Met. O God, to ask thy presence,
Join our souls to seek thy grace;
Oh. deny us not, nor spurn us,
Guilty rebels from thy face.
2 All is sin, we own, our Father,
All our lives are mark'd with
guilt ;
Nought we plead, our sins to
cover,
Save^he blood that Jesus spilt.
3 We have wander'd — long have
wander'd,
Much we need thy chastening
rod ;
But we come to own our folly:
Heal and pardon, O our God !
4 May thy people wake from
slumber,
Ere their lamps shall fail and
die :
Bridegroom of the Church, awake
them !
Rouse them by the " midnight
cry."
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less,
Through their souls thine ar-
rows dart ;
Let thy truth, so long rejected,
Break and melt the flinty heart.
C Oh, t'^ou kind, forciving Spirit,
Comforter, on thee we call !
Cheer the saint— alarm the sinner,
Qh. ie\r «a revive us all.
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1 Jehus stands, oh, how amazing,
Stands and knocks at every
door ;
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ings,
Profler'd to the wretched poor.
2 See me bleeding, dying, rising,
To prepare yon heavenly rest ;
Listen, while I kindly call you,
Hear — and be for ever blest.
3 Will you spurn my richest mer-
cy,
Spurn— and sink to endless pain ;
Or to realms of bliss and glory
Rise, and with me ever reign ?
4 Now I have not come to judg-
ment,
To condemn your wretched
race ;
But to ransom ruin'd sinners,
And display unbounded grace.
5 Will you plunge in endless
darkness,
There to bear eternal pain ;
Or to realms of glorious bright-
ness
Rise — and with me ever reign ?
6 Will you hear my invitation,
That your sins may be forgiven ;
Or now make the guilty pre-
ference,
Which shall bar your souls from
heaven ?
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1 God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains 1 feel ;
But I am dumb before thy throne.
Nor dare dispute thy will.
2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command ;
I'll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.
3 Yet I may plead, with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes :
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.
4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust ;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand
And all our beauty's lost.
5 I'm but a stranger here below,
As all my fathers were ;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear !
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Before my last remove ;
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.
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132. Soldiers of the Cross.
Written for the Lyre.
1 Soldiers of the cross, arise !
Lo ! your leader from the skies
Waves before you dory's prize,
The prize of victory.
Seize your armor — gird it on ;
TlR' battle's yours, it will be won ;
Though fierce the strife 'twill soon
be done ;
Then struggle manfully.
2 Jesus conquer'd when lie fell,
Met and vanquish'd earth and
hell;
Now he leads you on, to swell
The triumphs of his cross.
Though all earth and hel! appear,
Who will doubt or who can fear ?
M God our strength and shield" is
near ;
We cannot lose our cause.
3 Onward, then, ye hosts of God!
Jesus points the victor's rod ;
Follow where your Leader trod ;
You soon shall see his face.
Boon, your enemies all slain,
The crown of glory you shall
gain ;
And walk among that glorious
train,
Who shout their Savior's
praise.
J. B. W.
Christian Warrior.
Written fur the Lyre.
1 Servants of the living God,
When the paths of sin ye trod,
Grace restrain'd the angry rod ;
Bless Messiah's name.
Satan's bondmen once ye were,
Willing captives in his snare,
Till with mighty arm made bare,
Christ your rescue came.
2 Now the fight of faith begin ;
Be no more the slaves of sin ;
Strive the victor's palm to win,
Trusting in the Lord.
Gird ye on the armor bright,
Warriors of the King of light,
Never yield, nor lose by flight
Your divine reward.
3 Fear not, though a feeble band,
Marching through a hostile land ;
Guided by a mighty hand,
Ye shall win the day.
Faithful to your banner be,
Ever fighting manfully ;
Laurels shall be won by thee,
Fading not away.
4 Sinners, long estratiged from God,
Path>< of sorrow ve have trod,
Oft have felt the avenging rod ;
Peace have never known.
Give to Christ the glory due,
Be his soldieis faithful, true ;
Then he will award to you,
An immortal crown.
W. M.
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133. Tlic Day is spent.
1 The day is far spent,
The felling is aich,
When n .m si lay down
The body ami die :
Great God ! wc surrendei
Our dust to thy care,
But, oh : tor the summons
Our spirit prepare.
2 The hours that remain,
Oh, with us abide,
And in the dark vale
Of death, be our guide: ;
Through life's weary journey,
Thou still hast been near ;
And in our last moments,
Lord, for us appear.
3 We die to obtain
A sent with the blest,
A freedom from pain,
A mansion of rest ;
We see, not regretting,
The shadows arise,
The sun of life setting
And night on the skies.
4 Though rayless the night.
Thousrh starless the skies,
Extinguish'd all tight,
And death on our
An unclouded morning
Shall rise on the tomb,
Before whose bright dawning
Shall vanish its doom.
5 O, day ions foretold !
When wilt thou appear ?
Thy approach we 1" bold
With hope and with fear !
O, righteous .Indue, spare us,
From sin set us free,
And daily prepare us
To staud bciure thee !
134. A Brother is dead.
1 Nark ! what is that note,
So mournful and slow,
That s- mis on the- winds
The tidinus of wo ]
I- - undfl like the knell
Of a spirit that's fled ;
It tells us, alas !
~i brother is dead.
2 Yes, gone to the grave
whom we loved ;
And lift-less that form,
That so manfully moved;
The clods of the valley
Encompass his b ad,
The marble reminds us,
.i brother is dead.
3 But marble and urns !
They never can tell
The spot where the soul
Is destine d to dwell.
Ye spirits of air.
That surrounded his bed,
O. speak ye, and tell
Where the spirit hasfied
4 O say. have ye heard,
In the heavenly throng,
That vow e, once with ours
CoraruingMl in song 1
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N i voice from the sky,
Discloses the deeds
That are doing on high :
It need not : Jehovah
Hath said in his word,
That "Blessed are they,
Who die in the Lord.'*
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I Savior, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracioos rain ;
All will come to desolation,
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CHORTS.
Turn to the Lord, and seek re-
demption,
Soujid the praise of his dear
name ;
Glory, honor, and salvation !
Christ the Lord is come to reign.
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Shine upon us from on high ;
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Help can only come from thee.
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truth ?
Old professors, tall as cedars,
Uriiiht examples for our youth !
Chorus — Turn to the Lord, &c.
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lighted,
We shall meet no more below ;
Some, alas ! we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show.
Chorus — Turn to the Lord, &x.
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pleasant !
Cover'd thick with blossoms
stood ;
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Frosts have nipp'd them in the
bud.
Chorus — Turn to the Lord, «Scc.
8 Dearest Savior, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom
again ;
Oh, permit them not to wither ;
Let not all our hopes be vnin !
Chorus — Turn to the Lord, &.c.
9 Let our mutual love be fervent.
Make us prevalent in prayer> ;
Let each one esteem'd thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching
snares.
Chorus — Turn to the Lord, &c.
10 Rreakthetempter'sfata! power,
Turn the stony heart to desh ;
And begin from this good hour
To revive thy work afresh.
Chorus— Turn to the Lord, &c
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'Tis I deserve thy place,
Look on me with thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me thy grace !
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My Shepherd, make me thine ;
Of every good the fountain,
Thou art the spring of mine.
Thy lips with love distilling,
And milk of truth sincere,
With heaven's blin are filling
The soul that trembles lure.
5 The joy can ne'er be spoken
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When in thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to thee.
6 What language shall I borrow,
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end !
O make me thine for ever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to thee.
7 If I, a wretch, should leave
thee,
O Jesus, leave not me ;
In faith may I receive thee,
When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort lan-
guish.
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By thine own wounded heart.
8 Be near when 1 am dying,
O, show thy cross to me !
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move ;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely — through thy love.
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137. Sacrament.
1 Ah, tell us no more,
The spirit and power
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2 Did Jesus ordain
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And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.
2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head '
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed!
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And follow'd their Master with solemn delight.
3 O garden of Olivet, thou dear honor'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 hosannahs unceasing arise,
And join die full chorus, that gladdens the skies.
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Among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from
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And the weary are at rest.
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Whom thou now hast left be-
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May we, untainted by the world,
As sure a welcome find ;
May each, like thee, depart in
peace,
To be a g'orious, happy guest,
Where the wicked cease from
troubling,
And the weary are at rest
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140. The Voice of Warning.
1 Ah, guilty sinner, ruin'd by transgression,
What shall thy doom be, when array'd in terror,
God shall command thee, eover'd with pollution,
Up to the judgment?
2 Wilt tliou escape from his omniscient notice,
Flv to the caverns, court annihilation ?
Vain thy presumption, justice still shall triumph
In thy destruction.
3 Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder,
Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance,
Hurl from his presence thine affrighted spirit,
Swift to perdition.
4 Oft has he called thee, but thou wouldst not hear him,
Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted;
Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded,
Waits to embrace thee.
5 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment,
Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted,
Come to the fountain open for uncleanness;
Jesus invites you.
6 But, if you trifle with his gracious message,
Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures,
Mercy, grown wean-, shall in righteous judgment,
Quit you for ever.
7 Then you shall call, but he will not regard you,
Seek lor his favor, yet shall never find it,
Cry to the rocks to lude you from his presence,
Deep in their caverns.
8 Where the worm dies not, and the fire eternal,
Fills the lost soul with anguish and with terror,
There shall the sinner spend a long for ever,
Dying unpardoned.
9 Oh ! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning ;
Fly to the Savior, and embrace his pardon ;
Bo shall your spirit meet, with joy triumphant,
Death and the judgment !
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341. Escape for thy Life.
Written for the Lyre.
1 See Sodom wrapt in fire!
And hark, what piercing shrieks!
Those daring retx la now expire,
For God in justice speaks.
2 O sinner, mark thy fate !
Soon will the Judge appear;
And then thy cries will come too
late ;
Too late for God to hear.
3 Thy day of mercy gone,
The Spirit grieved away.
Thy cup, long filling, now o'er-
flown,
Demands the vengeful day.
4 Thy God, insulted, seems
To draw his glitterinz sword ;
And o'er thy guilty head it gleams,
To vindicate his word.
5 One only hope T see ;
Oh, Binner, seize it now. —
The blood that Jesus shed for
thee !
No other hope hast thou.
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14*2. Invitation.
1 Sinners, the call obey,
The latest call of grace:
The day is come, the vengeful
day
Of a devoted race.
2 Enter into the Rock.
Ye trembling slaves of sin,
The Rock of your salvation, struck
And cleft to take you in.
3 Jesus, to thee we fly
From the devouring sword ;
Our city of defence is nigh ; ,
Our help is in the Lord.
4 Our life with thee we hide
Above the furious blast,
And shelter'd in thy wounds abide
Till all the storms are past.
143. Justification.
1 flow can a sinner know
His sins on earth forgiven ?
How can my gracious Savior
show
My name inscribed in heaven ?
2 We who in Christ believe
That he for us hath died,
We all his unknown peace receive,
And feel his blood applied.
3 Exults our rising soul,
Disburthen'd of her load,
And swells unutterably full
Of glory and of God.
4 His love, surpassinz far
The love of all beneath,
We find within our hearts, and
dare
The pointless darts of death.
5 We by his Spirit prove,
And know the things of God,
The things which freely of his
love
He hath on us beslow'd.
6 His Spirit to us he gave,
And dwells in us we know ;
The witness in ourselves we have
And all its fruits we show.
7 Whate'er our pardoning Lord
Commands, we gladly do ;
And guided by hie sacred word,
We all his steps pursue.
8 His g'ory our design,
We live our God to please ;
And rise with filial fear divine,
To perfect holiness.
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145. Repentance.
1 Stay, thou insulted Spiri:, stay,
Though I have done thee such
despite ;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have most unfaithful
been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received !
Ten thousand times thy goodness
seen ;
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spare,
In honor of my great Tlish Priest :
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
I shall not see thy people's rest.
4 This only wo I deprecate ;
This only plague I pray remove ;
Nor leave me in my lost estate,
Nor curse me with this want of
love.
5 Now, Lord, my weary soul re-
lease,
And raise me with thy gracious
hand ;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised
land.
146. Prayer for Zeal.
1 O thou who all things canst
control,
Chase tins dead slumber from my
soul,
With joy and fear, with love and
awe.
Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 O mav one beam of thy blest
light,
Pierce through, dispel the shade
of night ;
Touch my cold breast with hea-
venly fire,
With holy, conquering zeal in-
spire.
3 With out-stretch'd hands, and
streaming eyes,
Oft I begin to grasp the prize ;
I groan, I st:ive, I watch, I pray;
But, ah ! how soon it dies away 1
4 The deadly slumber soon I feel,
Afresh upon my spirit seal ;
Rise, Lord ; stir up thy quickening
power,
And wake me that I sleep no more
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From the chains that have bound thee, my grace shall te-
lease,
And thy stains I will wash, and thy sorrows shall cease.
2 Too long, guilty wanderer — too long hast tlwu been
In the broad road of rain, in bondage to sin ;
Thee the world has allured, and enslaved, and deceived,
While my counsel thou'st spurn'd, and my Spirit hast grieved.
3 Though countless thy sins, and though crimson thy guilt,
Yet for crimes such as thine was my blood freely spilt;
Come, sinner, and prove me; come, mourner, and see
The wounds that I bore, when I suffer'd for thee.
4 Thou doubt'st not my power— deny not my will ;
Come, needy — come, helpless, thy soul T will fill;
My mercy is boundless; no sinner shall say,
That he sued at my feet— but was; driven away,
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1 When shall we all meet again ?
When shall Ave all meet again ?
Oft shall glowing hope aspire,
Oft shall wearied love retire,
Oft shall death and sorrow reign,
Ere we all shall meet again.
2 Though in distant lands we sigh,
Parch'd beneath the hostile sky ;
Though the deep between us rolls,
Friendship shall unite our souls ;
And in fancy's wide domain,
There shall we all meet again.
When the dreams of life are fled,
When its wasted lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid ;
Where immortal spirits reign,
There may we all meet again. •
INDEX OF TUNES IN VOLUME I.
Accomack, L. M. - - - - 208
Anticipation, C. P. M. - - 140
Atonement ------160
Bartimeus, 8 & 7. - - - - 8
Benevento, 7s. - - - - - 4
BunKer Hill, 11. 5. - - - - 204
Calcutta, 8. 7. 4. - - - - 181
Carmarthen, H. M. - - - 176
Cecil, 7s. 154
Chase, 7s. - .... - 14
Cneerful hope, 7. 6. - - - 80
Christian Soldier, 7. 6. - - 16
Come and welcome, - - - 73
Complaint, 7s. - - - - - 184
Confidence, 10. 11. - - - - 30
Egypt, S. M. - 206
Expostulation, lis. - - - - 40
De Fleury, 8s. 178
Douglass, 8. 7. 132
Fairfax, 7s. 124
Farewell, - - - - 106
Favoring gale, 8. 4. - - - 94
Foiest, L. M. 68
Funeral thought, CM.- - 110
Ganges, C: P. M. - - - - 28
Garden hymn, C. P. M. - - 46
Good Physician, 7. 6. - - - 116
Good Shepherd, 8. 7. - - - 48
Gospel trumpet, 8. 4. - - 56
Greenville, 8. 7. 4. - - - - 10
Happiness, 5. 6. 0. - - - - 96
Harvest home n. P. M. - - 134
Haven, 7s. 66
Heavenlv ,iome, 7s. - - - 18
Heaven y love, CM.- - - 122
Heave jy union, 8. 7. - - - 74
Hiding place, L. M. - - - 162
Hofwyl, 7. 6. ----- 196
Home, lis. 142
Hopkins, lis. ----- 166
Invitation^ CM.---- 62
Jerusalem, CM.---- 76
Jubilee, H. M. 168
Judgment, ------ 90
Light, 7. 6. 136
Lisbon, S. M. - - - - 174
Littleton, 8. 7. 4. - - - - 20
Lovest thou me, 7s. - - - 84
Loving kindness, L. M. - - 22
Marseilles, 7. 9. 70
Melody, CM. 128
Mendon, 7. 6. 8. • - - - 54
Middleton, 8. 7. - - - • 12
Missionary hymn, 7. 6. - - 24
Moravian hymn, CM.- - 98
Mount Calvary, 7s. - - - 6
Mulilenburgh, lis. - - - - 138
New Grafton, L. M. - - - 170
Nineveh, 10. 11. - - - - 192
Parsons, 8. 7. 202
Parting friends, 7s. - - - 212
Pilgrim's farewell, L. M. - 37
Pisgah, CM. 150
Pleading Savior, 8. 7. - - 156
Poland, CM. 188
Providence, 4. 6. 8. - - - 92
Reflection, CM. - - - - 114
Resignation, CM. - - - 152
Rest, lis. 210
Rock of our salvation, - - 107
Romaine, 7. 6. - - - - - 148
Sacrament, 5. 11. - - - - 198
Scotland, 12s. 34
Sincerity, 7s. ----- 102
Srlicitude, 11. 8. - - - - 83
Sovereign grace, 7s. - - - 64
Spring, CM. - - - - 78
Star in the east, 10. 11. - - 104
Star of Bethlehem, L. M. - 1V2
St. Denis, lis. 200
Suffering Savior, C M. - - 42
The captive's song, C M. - 112
The closing scene, C M. - 1*0
The gospel pool, S. M. - • ^2
The resolve, 1j8
The trumpet, 12s. - - - - 60
Thorncliff, 7. 6. 86
Treasure, 8. 7. 158
Union hymn, 8s. - - - - 126
Vesper hymn, 8. 7. - - - 44
Visitation, 8. 7. 194
Walbridge, S. M. • - - - 130
Wallace, 7. 5. ----- 190
Warning voice, 7s. - - - 120
Warren, 7s. 32
Waterbury, 8. 7. - - - - 186
Welsh Melody, 8. 4. - - - 26
Whiting, CM. 146
Who's like Jesus, 7. 6. - - 164
Willovvby, C. P. M. - - - 50
Woodstock, CM.---- 58
Zion's Pilgrim, 11. 8. - - - 52
INDEX TO THE HYMNS IN VOLUME I.
Ah, guilty sinner - - - -
\h ! tell us no more - - -
Alas! ami did my Savior
Am I a Midler
An alien from Cod - - -
Aitend, ye saints - - - -
Awake ami Ring - - - -
Awaked by Sinai's - - -
Awake, my soul - - -
Blest be the dear - - - -
Blest be the tie
Blow ye the trumpet - -
Brethren, while we - - -
Brother, thou art gone - -
Children of the heavenly
Come, and let us - - - -
Come ard welcome - - -
Come, ye weary souls • -
Depth of mercy ...
Farewell, dear friends - -
Far from mortal cares - -
Father, I Ions I faint to see
Father of mercies - - - -
From every earthly - - -
From Greenland's icy - -
From whence doth - - -
Gently, Lord, O gently - -
God of my life - - - -
Hail, sovereign love - - -
Hail, the blest morn - - -
Hark, how the gospel - -
Hark, my soul
Hark! what is that note
Hasten, sinner, to be wise -
Hearts of stone - - - -
Here at this pool - - - -
Holy Ghost dLpel - - -
How can a sinner know
How happy are tliey - - -
How happy is the pilgrim's -
How lost was my condition
How peaceful is the closing
How tedious and tasteless -
If life's pleasures charm thee
I'll try to prove faithful - -
I'm not ashamed to own
In songs of sublime adoration
I would not live alway - -
JerusaJem, my happy home
Jesus comes with all - - -
Jesus, I love thy charming -
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145 Jesus, thou hast bid us pray
75 Lei thy kingdom, blessed -
131 Light of those whose dreary
lie Paul I would desire
23 Long have I tried terrestrial
123 Lo! on a narrow neck - -
175 Lord, how large thy bounties
169 Lord, with glowing heart
19 Meet and right it is to sing -
203 Men of God, go - - - -
33 Mercy, O thou son of David
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37 Mid scenes of confusion
103 My days, my weeks - - -
103 My friends, I bid you all -
36 My hope, my all, my Savior
4.") My Jesus, thou hast taught
123 My soul would fain - - -
123 Not from the dust - - - -
149 Now begin the heavenly
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127 Now the Savior stands - -
U O'er the gloomy hills - -
I fly, mourning sinner - -
163 o for a closer walk - - -
105 0 God, thy gifts of tender love
57 Oh no, we cannot sing - -
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193 Once, O Lord, thy garden -
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82 O sirred Bead, now - - -
133 O that my load of sin - -
207 p, there will be mourning -
97 p thou in whose presence -
51 O thou, who all things can
117 O thou, who driest - - -
100 O thou, whose tender - -
180O turn ye, O turn ye - -
109 O, when shall I see Jesus -
1190, why did I my Savior
99' Pensive, doubling
People of the living God
Precious Bible - - - - -
Rock of ages ! cleft for me
Savior, visit thy plantation
Saw ye my Savior - -
155
67
187
151
165
49
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147
147
51
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45
87
183
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144
115
109
69
131
111
153
33
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157
183
211
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113
185
11
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197
69
91
89
209
113
153
41
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185
66
159
155
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INDEX TO THE HYMNS IN VOLUME 1.
See Israel's gentle Shepherd 59
Seek, my soul, the narrow 15, 125
See Sodom wrapt in fire - 207
Servants of the living God - 191
Since the Son hath made me 155
Sing, my sou!, thy wondrous 65
Sinner, art thou still - - - 125
Sinner, hath a voice within 121
Sinner, is thy heart at rest - 125
Sinner, rouse thee from thy 65
Sinners, the call ohey - - 207
Sinners, turn, why will ye die 5
Sinners, will you scorn - - 21
Soldiers of the cross, arise - 191
Sometimes a light surprises 137
Sovereign grace has power - 65
Stay, thou insulted Spirit - 209
Stop, poor sinner, stop and - 121
The chariot ! the chariot - 61
The day is far spent - - - 193
The day of death's a doleful 111
The host of heaven - - - 70
The Lord into his garden - 47
The ransom'd spirit to her - 173
There is a land of pure delight 129
There's a friend above - - 26
The voice of free grace - - 36
This is the day, when Christ 59
Though hard the winds - - 81
Though in the outward - - 135
Thou sweet gliding Kedron 201
Though troubles assail - - 31
Through sorrow's night - - 111
Time flies, man dies - - - 92
'Tis a point I long to know 15
To-day, if you will hear - 171
To heaven I'm bound - - 95
Toss'd upon life's raging - 13
Vain, delusive world, adieu 55
Wake, isles of the south - 36
We give immortal praise - 177
What is the thing of greatest 129
When for eternal worlds - 94
When marshall'd on - - - 173
When, O my Savior - - - 209
When, my Savior, shall I be 33
When shall we all meet - - 213
When thou, my righteous - 141
While with ceaseless course 5
Who can describe the pain - 177
Why sleep we, my brethren 167
Ye angels who stand round 179
Ye dying sons of men - - 177
Ye saints, assist me in my - 129
Ye wretched, hungry - - 63
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I. Nothing true but Heaven.
1 Tmi world \<n\\ a fleettngahow,
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joy, the learn of wo,
ill shine, deceitful fl >W ;
's nothiugtrue but Im aven!
;!ie light on glory's
ling hues of even ;
And l-.ve, and Dope, and beauty's
bloom,
Arc bkkeonifl gather'd for tlio
tomb ;
re's nothing bright but
heaven !
3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're
driven ;
And fancy's flash, and reason's
l.!> ,
Serve but to light the troubled
Why :
Tbere*i nothing calm but
heaven !
2. Heaven on earth.
1 Tin? world's not " all a fleeting
show,
For man's illuninn niven :"
He thai hath soothed a widow's
wo.
Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth
know
There's something here of
beaten.
2 And lie chat walks life's thorny
way,
With feelings calm and even ;
Whose pat ii \r lit from day to day
By virtue's bright and steady ray ;
Jlatii something felt of heaven.
3 He, that the Christian's course
bat run,
And all his foes forciven ;
Who measures out life's little
In love Ui God, and love to man,
On earth has tasted heaven.
3. The Heavenly Rest.
1 There is an hour of peaceful
rest,
To m mrnimr wanderers given ;
There is a joy i*or souls distreas'd,
A balm tor every wounded breast—
Tis found above — in heaven.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis lair as breath of even ;
A rmirh tor weary mortals sprp°d,
Where thev may rest the aching
head!
And find repose — in heaven.
3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven ;
When tnss'd on life's tempestuous
shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean
ro"s,
And all is drear — but heaven.
4 There, faith lifts up her cheerful
eye,
To brighter prospects civen ;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And jl! serene — in heaven.
5 Thpre, fragrant flow era immor-
tal bloom,
And joys supreme are given :
There j ys divine disperse the
gloom : —
Beyond the conrir.es of the tomb>
Appears the dawn of heaven
4. Creation.
1 Begin, my sou), the exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's
name ;
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas
and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell the inspiring theme.
2 Ye fields of light, celesdal
plains,
Where gay transporting beauty
reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair ;
Your Maker's wondrous power
proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining
frame,
And breathed the fluid air.
3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling
sound ;
While all the adoring thrones
around,
His boundless mercy sing :
Let every listening ear above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal
choir ;
Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid ;
Soon as gray evening gilds the
plain,
Thou, moon, protract the melting
strain,
And praise him in the shade.
5 Whate'er a blooming world
contains,
That, wings the air, that skims
the plains,
United praise bestow :
Ye dragons, sound his awful
name,
To heaven aloud ; and roar ac-
claim.
Ye swelling deeps below.
6 Let man, by nobler passlonj
sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging
head,
Tn heavenly praise employ ;
Spread his tremendous name
around,
Till heaven's broad arch rings
back the sound,
The general burst of joy.
5. Perfect Lore,
1 O oloriotts hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to thinus above ;
It Lears on eagle's wrings ;
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me tor some moments
feast
With Jesus' priests and kings.
2 Rejoicin? now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountain
top
See all the land below :
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of Paradise,
In endless pienty grow.
3 A land of corn, and wine, and
oil,
Favor'd with God's peculiar
smile
With every blessing blest ;
There dwells the Lord our
Righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect
peace,
And everlasting rest.
4 O that I might at once go up !
No more on this side Jordan stop,
Bu: now the land possess !
This moment end my legal years;
Sorrows and sins, and doubis and
fears,
A howling wilderness.
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1 Although the vine its fruit deny,
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No oil the olive yield ;
Vet will I trust me in my (Sod,
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And by his grace be lieai'd.
2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,
Or parch'd by scorching beam;
Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though his frown is just,
liis mercy is supreme.
3 Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though heids lie famish'd o'er the lea,
And round the empty stall ;
My sot.i above the wreck shall rise,
lis better joys are in. the skies;
There, God is ad in all.
4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
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1 I have fought the good fight — I have finish'd my race,
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They may torture this body — my spirit is tree,
And the billows of death shall but waft it to thee.
2 Let thy strength, Lord, but gird me — thy smile be hut mine,
A\\i\ my soul on thy faithfulness, firmly recline ;
The dungeon — 'be sword, or the s'ake, I can dare,
And in transports e\pirc, — if my Jesus be there.
3 Did my Lord feel the scourge ? Did the thorns pierce hrsbrow?
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All this didst thou puffer, my Savior, for me?
Then welcome the fe'ters, that link, me to thee.
4 United in sufferings — the promise is clear,
I shall with niv Jesus in glory appear;
Oat of great tribulation in triumph I go,
"With my robe uasli'd in blood, and made whiter than snow.
5 T go to my Savior — I go to my God,
I tread the same path my Redeemer once trod:
L'nworthy. my Jesus, unworthy am I,
E*en to fall in. thy cause — for thy truth e'en to die.
6 Lo ! on my clear vision, the sear? of the Mess'd
Seem calmly to shine, and invi'e me to /est;
Then unshaken my soul on the promise relies;
"Though I die, 1 shall live — though 1 iali, I shall ri-e."
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The port <>t endless rest ;
My sou!, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.
Oh, may I reach the heavenly
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5 Whene'er becahn'd T lie.
And storms and winds subside ;
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dread,
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blow
A prosperrms gale of srrace,
To waft me from below,
To heaven, my destined place:
Then in full sail, my port I'll lind,
And leave the world, and sin be-
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9. The way to glory.
1 Tnsoron tribulation deep
The way to *.'!ory is ;
This stormy course I keep,
On these tempestuous seas:
By wa es and winds I'm toss'd
am! i\t iven ;
Freighted with jirace, and bound
lor heaven.
2 Sometimes temptations blow
A dreadful huricane,
And high the waters flow,
And o'er my sides break in :
But still my little ship out -In aves
The blustering winds, and surging
waves.
3 When T, in my distress,
My anchor, Hop*, can cast
Within thy promises,
It holds my vessel fast :
Safely she then nt anchor rides,
'Midst stormy winds attd swelling
tides.
4 T'ne Bible is my chart,
By it the seas I know ;
I cannot with ii part,
It rocks and sands doth -how.
Tt is a chart and compass loo,
Whose needle points forever true.
5 My vessel would be lost,
Jn spite of all my care,
Did nor the Holy Ghost
Himself vouchsafe to steer :
And I through ail my voyages
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6 When through this jrulf T ?et,
(Though rough it is but short)
The Pilot angels meet,
And brief me into jrort :
And wliciil land on that blest
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I shall be safe forevermore.
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Hear or, are humbly pray,
And '.vlure the Gospel day
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2 Thou, who didst come lo bring,
On tiiv redeeming wing,
Healing and eight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Bight 10 the inly Minn,
O now, to al! mankind
41 Let there be light."
3 Jpirit of truth and love,
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Glmioi.s Trinity,
VVisdnm, Love, Might,
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,
Thro' the world, far and wide,
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11. Lofty Praise.
1 Sing, smut his lofty praise,
Wiioin angels < annoi raise,
But whom I hey sins ;
Jesus, who rtfgtis above,
Object of angels' love.
Jesus, whose grace we prove,
Jesus, our King.
2 Jesus the curse susliin'd,
Bi-'ter the cup he di jin'd,
Happy for us :
Angel* were fi!Pd v\'h awe,
When their own K. ig they saw
Honor nis holy law,
Honor it thus.
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Boor is the pioise we hi ing,
Not as we ought :
But when we see his face,
In yonder nlorious place,
Thru we shall sine his grace,
£ing without fault.
4 Yet we will sine of him,
Jesus our lofty theme,
Jesus Wr-'ll siiiL' :
Glory and power are his,
His too the kingdom is ;
Triumphs, ye saints, in this,
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3 Arm me with jealous care,
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Ami O, thy servant, Lord, pre-
pare,
A strict account to give !
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,
Assured it' I my trust betray,
1 shall for ever die.
13. God all sufficient.
1 U'iif.s earthly comfort's die,
And thorns o'erspread the road,
Wiii Vr. O whither sliaU I fly !
But unto lliee, my Ciod !
2 When anxious thoaghta ar'se,
And sorrows ccHUpasp round,
Ami. Is; ten th<Mi>;ind enemies,
In thee my help is found.
3 Thm at thy feel I'll bnw,
Ami in thy mercy in..i :
It I ;ini s;i\e(i. h w ennd art Sboc,
And if I perish, just .'
4 Perish ' — It cannot be,
Since Jesus slnd his blond ;
The promise L both rii,h and Iree^
And he will muke it good.
14. Vie penitent Backslider.
Written fo~ Vie T.yre.
1 On * let me sen thy light
Mild beaming from above ;
Tbt llghl that gilds the mercy-
mt, —
Thy countenance of love.
2 These clouds so dark and cold—
These gloomy clouds remove ;
And let my longing eye> behold
Thy countenance of love.
3 The joys I wont to feel,
Alas ! no more F prove :
Why, O my Uod : dost thou con-
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Thy countenance of love.
4 This fickle, faithless heart
lias dared froni thee to rove :
1 need no: ask what should avert
Thy countenance of love.
5 How oft did 1 r.bel,
Wiien thy pood Spirit strove:
And could I hope to meet thy
smile. —
Thy countenance of love.
6 Ardiamed. abased, I fall
Before thee, Holy Dove \
Oh ! turn on this sad, contrite
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Thy countenance of love.
7 Oh ! let me see thy litfht
Mild beaming from above;
The light that giids the mercy-
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Thv countenance of love.
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The Lamb that once did die :
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W;io is my glorious head.
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Their love is ever n»w :
Then. O nv soul, no longer cease
To love jrid pra'se him :oo,
For I, nf all the nee that fell,
Or all the heavenly Imsr,
Have greatest caus,j,wi h hunibler
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To love and praise bim most.
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To he a -aus-un. and redeem
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The blood of Christ to me,
Torleanse my guilty soul from sin,
And set my spirit free ?
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Who ;im of all the race,
The chiefesl sinner, ami deserve,
li\ hell, the hottest place,
5 Xo longer then will I lie here,
Rut rise ami praise and pray !
And join to Slug, while l enjoy
A glimpse of heavenly day.
Lord, cive me strength to die to
sin,
To run the Christian race ;
To live to God. and glorify
The riches of his grace.
6 If meditation all divine,
At midui.lit fill my soul ;
Sleep shall no longer ail my
powers
And faculties control.
My lovely Jesus, while on earth,
Did rise before 'twas day,
Am! to a solitary place
Departed, there to pray.
7 I'll do as did my blessed Lord,
His foot-steps I will trace :
I'll iro to meet him in the irrove,
And view his smiling face.
A lid when my soul hath found
my love.
Whom all my powers adore,
I'll bring him to my Father's
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1 Ro to dark Getbsemane,
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T\ir<\ not from his <rriefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment hall.
View thp Lord of life arrai«rn*d ;
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O the pauir< his soul snstain'd !
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Lea/u of hiw to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain
climb ;
There adoring at his feet,
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(iod's own sacrifice ro.nplete:
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4 Burly hasten to the tomb,
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All is solitude and doom,
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17. The Child.
] Qtikt. Lord, my fro ward heart,
Make me reachable ami mild,
Uptight, simple, tree iVom art,
Make me as a weaned child;
From distrust and envy free,
Fieased with all that pleases thee.
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arise,
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Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, guard, and guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's
wiles,
Sate tVoin dai.rers, free from
fears,
Majr 1 live upon thy smiles.
Till 'he promised hour appears,
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Savior, teach us so to rise. All tU-ir Father's boundless love.
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All enraptured with thy love.
20. Miracle of Grace.
1 Hah.! my ever-blessed Jesus,
Only thee, I Wbill to Mim ;
T.» my soul, thy name is precious,
Thou my prophet, pnest, and
king :
O! whai merry flows from heaven,
O! what joy and happiness!
Love I Dutch 1 — I've much for-
given,
I'm a miracle of grace.
2 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
I'nconcern'd in sin I lay ;
Swift destruction siiil pursuing,
Till my Savior pass*d that way :
Witness, all ye host of heaven!
My Redeemer's tenderness:
Love i much 1 — I've much for-
given,
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir.
Praise the Lamb, enthroned
above :
Whilst astonish'd, I admire
God's t'v^e grace and boundless
love.
That blest moment I received him,
Fill'd my soul with joy and
peace ;
Love I mr h ? — I've much for-
given,
I'm a miracle of grace.
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At the great rising day.
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3 If hatred frown, with fearful
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Approacli ! its niiuht declare :
lire and its dwelling place
Are but the poison'd air.
4 With many a thorn our pilgrim
path
Adversity may sow: —
Is there no hand to check its
wrath,
And mitigate its wo ?
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days :—
Heaven can their sway con-
trol,—
Ere to destructive folly's ways
They lure the cheaied soui.
6 There's fear in death ? No, not
to those,
Who reel it break their chain,
And bear them high, o'er all their
woes,
From weeping, change, and
pain. H.
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1 On, what amazing words of
grace
Are in the j-ospel found !
Suited to every sinner s case.
Who knows the joyful sound
2 Come, then, with all your wants
ami wounds.
Your every burden bring ;
Here love, eternal love abounds,
A deep celettial spring,
3 This spring with living water
flows,
And living joy imparts ;
Come, tlorsty souls, your wants
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1 ' v ponti arise,
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Before the throne my Surety
My nam • is written on his hands.
2 II eveV lives above,
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I!is all-redeem ins love,
His precious blood to plead :
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grace.
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His d I ( me :
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Tin- presence of his Son :
Hi< Spiril a: - blood,
I am born of God.
5 vv God is reconciled,
I; is pardon;;;- voice I heat :
He ou ns me for his child,
I can no looser Tear :
Willi confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
25. Christmas Hymn.
1 Hark: what celestial notes,
What nielody we hear ;
Sou on the morn it Hoars,
And li!l< the ra -ish'd ear.
The tumfa' shell, the golden lyre,
And vocal choir the concert tvveil.
2 The angeMc hosts descend,
With harmony divine :
See how from heaven they bend,
And in fiiil chorus join.
Fear uof. sav they; great jov we
bri lfg:
j our King, is born to day.
3 FTe comes from error's night,
Your wandering feet to save;
To realms of bliss and liir'it,
l>e lifts you from the grave.
Tiiis glorious morn, (let a:l at-
tend »1
Your matchless friend, your Sa-
vior's born.
4 Glory to God on hiuh !
Ye mortals, spread the sound,
A]ui let your raptures fly
To earth's remotest bound :
For peace on earth, from God in
heaven.
To man is given, at Jesus' birth.
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27. Repentance.
1 Savior. Prince of Israel's race,
tne ! — fmm thy lofty throne;
Gi\,' the (sweet r«"!<- 1 1 1 : m: grace,
Boften this obdurate stone !
Plone to flesh, O God, convert :
Cast a look, and break my heart !
2 Bv thy spirit, Loid. reprove;
All mine i . al ;
Sins against thy light and love,
Lei me see, and let me feel ;
Pins that crucified myGod,
Spilt again thy precious bi'x>d.
3 Jesus dr-rinu sheep,
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Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly aa Peter mourn :
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4 Might T in thy sicrht appear
\< the publican disti ->t ;
Stand, not daring t<> draw r>ear ;
te on my unworthy breast J
Groan the sinner's onlj
11 God, b.: merciful to me :*'
5 o remember me for good,
si l' ihro' tin1 mortal vale:
Si"W me the atoning blood
When my Btrengtb and spirit
fail ;
Give my gasping soul to see
Jesus crucified for me.
23. God is Lore.
1 Earth, with iier ten thousand
Mowers,
Air, with all its beams and
show -
Ocean's infinite expanse,
11 aveu's resplendant counte-
nance :
All around, and all above,
Hail) this record — God is love.
ds anions the vales and
hills.
Tn the woods, and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird.
By the gentle murmur s irr d :
All anove,
Have one burden — God is love.
3 Ail the fcopes and fears that
start
From the fountain of the heart;
All the quiet buss that lies,
In our human sympathies;
These are voces l-om above,
Sweetly whispering — God is
love.
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1 Light of those whose dreary
dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by thy love's reveal-
Dissipate the clouds beneath.
2 The new heaven and earth's
Creator
In our dee; est darkness rise,
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eye sight on our eyes.
3 Still we wait for thine appear-
ing ;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all oui fears, and cheer-
in?
Every poor, benighted heart.
4 Cnmp, a.id manifest the favor
Thou hast lor the ransom'd
i ace ;
Come, thou glorious God and Sa-
vior,
Come, and bring the gospel
grace.
5 Save us, in thy great compas-
sion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince !
Give i he knowledge of salvation,
Give the paidon of our sins.
6 By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burden'd sou! release;
Eve y weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.
30. Great Redeemer.
Great Redeemer, friend of sin-
ners,
Thou hast wondrous power to
save :
Grant me grace, and still protect
me,
Over life's tempestuous wave.
2 May my soul, with sacred trans-
port,
View the dawn while yet afar;
And until the sun arises,
Lead me by the morning star.
3 Oh, what madness ! oh, what
folly !
That my heart should go astray
After vain and foolish trifles —
Trifles only of a day.
4 This vain world, with all its
pleasures,
Very soon will be no more :
There's no object worth admiring,
But the God whom we adore.
5 See the hanpy spirits waiting,
On the banks beyond the
stream :
Sweet responses still repeating,
Jesus, Jesus is their theme.
6 Hark ! they whisper ; lo ! they
call me,
Sister spirit, come awav :
Lo ! I come ; earth can't contain
me, —
Hail the realms of endless day.
7 Swiftly roll, ye lingering hours,
Seraphs, lend your glittering
wins: ;
Love absorbs my ransom'd
powers,
Heavenly sounds around me
ring:
8 Worlds of light and crowns of
glory,
Far above yon azure sky !
T hough by faith I now behold
you,
I'll enjoy you soon on high.
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His cure and protection his flack will surround.
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What danger can frighten us while he is near ?
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Ol" the shadow of death, shall our hearts ever fail.
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Thy rod and thy stuff be our comfoit and sfav :
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To a fountain of life it will bring us at last.
4 The Lord is become our salvation am] son?.
His blessings have toll >w\| us all our life lon<j;
His name will we praise while we have any biealh;
Be cheerful iu life, and be happy in death.
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Let thy jwaee be my bliss,
Till thou hence remove uie
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1 Otr souls, by love together
knit.
Cemented, mix'd in one,
One hope, one heart, one mind,
one voice ;
'Tis heaven on earth begun :
Our hearts have often burn'd
within.
And glow'd with sacred fire,
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and
blesB'd,
And rili'd the enlarged desire.
" A Savior :" let creation sinsr,
11 A Savior !" let the heavens line ;
'Tis God with us, we feel him
ours,
His fulness in our souls he pours :
'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er ;
We'll join with those who've gone
before,
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shore,
Where we shall meet, to part no
more.
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God,
Let trembling cowards fly ;
We'll stand unshaken, firm and
fix'd,
With Christ to live and die.
Let devils rage, and hell assail,
We'll fight our passage through;
Let foe's unit'', and friends desert,
We'll seize the crown in view.
Chorus
1 A Savior !" &c.
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The heavens are big with rain ;
We wait to catch the teeming
shower,
And all its moisture drain ;
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows,
But pour a mighty flood ,
O sweep the nations, shake the
earth,
Till all proclaim thee God.
Chorus — "A Savior!" &c.
4 And when thou makest thy
je\v»!s up,
And set's: thy starry crown,
When all thy sparkling gems shall
shine,
Proclaim'd by thee thine own ;
May we. a little hand of love.
We, sinners, saved by grace,
From glory unto glory changed,
Behold thee face to face
Chorus — " A Savior I" &c.
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2 The Cod of Abraham praise,
npreme command
From earth I risi — and seek tho
At his riulit hand :
I all on earth forsake,
. fame, and power,
And Dim my only portion make,
My siii^u and tower.
3 The God of Abraham praise,
• grace
Shall guide me all my happy day?,
In all hia ways :
Be calb a worm his friend !
He calls himself my Clod !
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesus' blood.
4 Tie by Himself bath sworn,
I on his oath depend,
I shall on eagles1 wings up-borne
To Heaven ascend :
I shall behold his face,
I shall his power adore.
And sing the wonders of his grace
Forevermore.
PART SECOND.
5 Tho' nature's strength decay,
And earth and bell withstand.
To Canaan's bounds I urge my
way.
At his command :
The watery deep I pn-s.
With Jesus in my view ;
And thro' the howling wilderness,
My way pursue.
C The goodly land I see,
With pi ice and plenty bless' d ;
A land of sacred liberty,
And endless
There milk and ho?iev fl
And oil and wine abound :
And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crown'd.
7 There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our risjhteousn
Triumphant o'er the world and
sin,
The Prince of Peace ;
On Finn's sacred height
1 1 * — i kingdom still maintains;
And glorious, with his saints in
light,
For evi-r reigns.
8 He keeps his own secure,
H>- guards them by his side,
Arrays in garments white and
pure.
His spotless bride ;
With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of paradise,
He still supplies.
0 IV-forc the Three in One,
They all exulting stand ,
And tell the wonders he hath done,
Through all their land.
-The listening spheres attend,
And BWell the crowing fame,
And sin;:. in songs which neverend
The wondrous Name.
PART THIRD.
10 The God who reigns on high,
The great arch-angels sins:,
And " Holy, Holy, Holy," cry,
" Almighty Kins !
Who was. and is the same,
And evermore shall be :
Jehovah — Father — Great I Am !
We worship thee."
11 Before the Savior's face
The ransnm'd nations bow:
Overwhelmed at his Almighty
grace,
For ever new :
Be shows his prints of love,
They kindle to a flame,
And Bound, through all the world
above,
The slaughter'd Lamb.
1Q The whole triumphant host;
Give thanks to God on hisih
Hail. Father. Son. and Holy Ghost,
They ever cry ;
Bail, Abraham's God and mine,
I join the heavenly lays ;
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.
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1 GlUBAT God, what do I see and hear '
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory scaled :
The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before :
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding
No gloomy fears their souls dismay
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing.
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing :
The day of ^race is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet him.
4 Great God, what do T see and hear!
The end of things created !
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds o( glory seated :
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away
And thus prepare to meet him.
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1 Yot k harps, ye trembling saints,
Dow u from the willows take :
Loud to toe praise of love divine]
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home ;
And nearer to out house above,
We every moment come.
3 His mace will to the end,
Stronger and brighter shine ;
Nor present tilings, nor tilings to
come,
Shall quench the love divine.
4 Fasten'd within the veil,
Hope be our anchor strong ;
His loving Spirit the sweet gate,
That wafts you smooth along.
5 The people of his choice,
He will not cast aw ay ;
Yet do not always here expect,
On Tabor's mount to stay.
G When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his name.
7 Wait till the shadows flee ;
Wait thy appointed hour ;
Wait till the bridegroom of thy
soul,
Reveals his love with power.
8 The time of love will come,
Then we shall clearly see
Not. only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say, " >or me."
40. Sacrifice.
1 Nor all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience
pence.
Or Wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away ;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay hor hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 Believing, we rejoice
To bee the curse remove ;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful
voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
41. Walking icith God.
1 That we may walk with God,
He forms our hearts anew ;
Takes us, "like Ephraim, by the
hand,
And teaches us to go.
2 He by his Spirit leads,
In paths before unknown ;
Tiie work to be perform'd is ours,
The strength is all his own.
3 Assisted by his grace,
We still pursue our way ;
And hope at last to reach the prize,
Secure in endless day.
4 'Tis He that works to will,
'Tis He that works to do ;
His is the power by which we act,
His be the glory" too.
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1 Soft be the gently breathing
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So soft, .o your Almighty Friend,
Be every sigh your bosom pours.
3 Pure as the sun's enlivening ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad ;
Pure as the lucid car of day,
That wide proclaims its Maker,
God.
4 True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be —
So true let all your sorrows roll,
To Him who bled upon the tree.
43. To ichom shall ice go ?
1 Thou only Sovereign of my
-heart,
My refuse, my almighty friend —
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah ! whither shall T
go—
A wretched wanderer from my
Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and
wo.
One glimpse of happiness afford ?
3 Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my feinting spirit lives ;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my
heart.
Than all the round cf nature
gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys com-
bine ;
While thou art near, in vain they
eall:
One smile, one blissful smile of
thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them
all.
name my inmost powers
Thou art my lite, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee ; — 'tis death —
'tis more!
'Tis endless ruin ! deep despair !
6 Low at thy feet my soul would
lb',
Here safety dwells and peace di-
vine ;
Still let me live beneath thine
eye,
For life, eternal life, is thine !
44. Peace of conscience.
1 Sweet peace of conscience,
heavenly guest !
Come, fix thy mansion in my
breast ;
Dispel my doubts, my fears control,
And heal the anguish of my soul.
2 Come, smiling hope, and joy
sincere,
Come, make your constant dwell-
ing here ;
Still let your presence cheer my
heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.
3 Thou God of hope, and peace
divine,
O, make these sacred pleasures
mine !
Fonrive my sins, my fears remove,
And send the tokeus of thy love.
4 Then should mine eyes, with-
out a tear,
See death, with all his terrors,
near ;
My heart should then in death re-
joiee,
And raptures tune my falter. ng
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46. Our Captain.
1 0;-r Captain leads us on,
Re beckons from the skies,
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And bids us take the prize.
2 " F»e faithful unfo death,
Partake my victory,
Aad thou shall wear this glorious
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And thou shalt reign with me."
3.'Tis thus the righteous Lord
To every soldier saith ;
Eternal life is the reward
Of all-victorious faith.
4 Who conquer in his might
The victor's meed receive ;
They claim a kingdom in his
right,
Which God shall freely give.
1 Gl?I to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and he undismay'd ;
Gpd bears thy sighs, and counts
thy tears ;
He shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and
storms.
He gently clears thy way ;
Wail thou his time, so shall this
night
Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down 1
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And every care begone.
4 What though thou rules, nor,
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell,
Proclaim God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
5 Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command :
So shait thou, wondering, own
his way
How wise, how strong his hand !
G Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear.
When fully he the work hath
wrought
That caused thy needless fear.
7 Thou seest our weakness. Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee :
O, lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee !
8 Let us, in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare ;
And publish with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.
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Fecurcly laugh'd alone the road,
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strife ;
Perhaps 1 sink to endless pain,
Nor hear the voice of joy again.
50. Suhmission.
plains,
Behold the Cod of love unfold
The glories of his dying pains,
For ever telling, yet untold.
40. Reflection.
1 Ai,\s, alas, how Mind I've been,
How little of myself I've s?vn \
S|>ortive I sail'd the sensual tide,
Thoughtless of God whom I de-
ified.
1 Weary of struggling with my
2 t heard of heaven, I heard of pain,
hell, Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,
Where bliss and wo eternn! dwell ; At length I give the contest o'er,
But mock'd the threats of truth And seek to free myself no more.
divine,
And scorn'd the place where an- 2 From my own works at last I
gels shine. cease —
God that creates must seal my
3 My angry heart ref.ised the peace ;
blood Fruitless my toil, and vain my
Of a descending, suffering God ; care,
And guilty passion boldly broke Unless thv sovereign grace I share.
The holy law which heaven had
spoke. 3 'Tis thine, a heart of flesh to
give,
4 The alluring world conxroll'd my Thy gifts I onlv can receive :
choice, Here then to thee I all resign ;
When conscience spake, I hush'd To draw, reAwiu, «uu seal is
its voice, thine.
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1 All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh ;
To you is it nothing that Jesus
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Our ransom and peace,
Our surety he is ;
Come, see if there ever was sor-
row like this.
The Lord, in the day
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Our sins on the Lamb, and he
bore thf-m away :
He dies to atone
For sins not his own.
The Father hath punish'd for us
his dear Son.
3 For sinners, like me,
He died on the tree ;
His death is accepted, the sinner
is free ;
My pardon I claim,
A sinner 1 am,
A sinner believing in Jesus's name.
4 Love moved him to die,
On this I rely,
My Savior hath loved me, I can-
not tell why ;
Rut this I can rind,
We two are so join'd,
He'll not be in glory, and leave
me behind !
5 With joy we approve,
The plan of his love ;
A wonder to all, both below and
above !
When time is no more,
We still shall adore
That ocean of love, without bot-
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1 O THOU, from whom a!l goodness llows,
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In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
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Thy pardon gnBil, new peace impart ;
Good Lord, remember me.
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And ills I cannot tlee,
O let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me.
If, for thy sake, upon my name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame!
Good Lord, remember me.
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This feeble body sec :
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me.
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1 Yk glittering loyi of earth,
adieu :
A nobler choice be mine :
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.
2 Begone, unworthy of my rares,
Vt specious baits of sense ;
Inestimable worth appears,
The pearl of price immense I
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet !
Jtsns, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet
4 Should both the Indies at my
call,
Their boasted stores resinn ;
With joy I would renounce them
all,
F ->r leave to call thee mine.
5 Should earth's vain treasures all
depart,
Of this dear gift pose
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And think myself most bless'd.
6 Dear sovereign of my soul's de-
sires,
Thy love is bliss divine ;
Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.
54. TJic Downward Road.
1 Sinners, behold that downward
road
Which lead* to endless wo ;
What multitudes of thoughtless
souls
The road to ruin go !
2 But yonder see that narrow
way
Which leads to endless bliss ;
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There see a happy chosen few
Iledeem'd by sovereign grace.
3 They from destruction's city
came,
To Zion upward tend :
The bible is their precious guide,
And God himself their friend.
4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim
be—
Guide thou my feet aright ;
I would not (for ten thousand
worlds)
Be bauish'd from thy sight.
55. Down to the Tomb.
Funeral Hymn for a Sunday Scholar,
to be sung by the children.
Written for the Lyre.
1 Down to the tomb our brother
noes,
In its cold arms to rest,
As, smit by sudden storms, the
rose
Sinks on the garden's breast.
2 No more with us his tuneful
voice
The hymn of praise shall swell ;
No more his gentle heart re-
joice,
To hear the Sabbath bell.
3 But if, in yon celestial sphere,
Amid the glorious throng,
He warbles to his Maker's ear,
The everlasting song
4 No more we'll mourn our bu-
ried friend ;
But lift the ardent prayer,
And every tnought and effort
bend,
To rise and join him there.
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To ee ebrate hia fame :
Tell all above,
And all below,
The debi of love
To him you owe.
57. The Monthly Concert.
1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above,
And I-or 1 of all below,
Thy faithfulness and love,
Thy power and mercy show :
* Fulfil thy word ;
Thy snirit give ;
Let heathens live
And praise the Lord.
2 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside.' :
On wings of love came down,
And wept^ and bleu, and died :
What he endured,
Oh, who can tell ?
To save our souls
From death and hell.
2 On lands that lie beneath
Foul superstition's sway,
Whose horrid shades of death
Admit no heavenly ray,
Blest Spirit ! shine.
Their hearts illume ;
Dispel the gloom
With light divine.
S From the dark crave he rose,
The mansion of the dead ;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led :
l'p through the sky
The conqueror rode,
And reigns on high,
The Savior God.
3 Father, who to thy Son
Thy steadfast word hast given,
That through the earth shall run
The news of peace with heaven ;
Extend his fame ;
Thy grace diffuse,
And let the news
The world reclaim.
4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay
The debt we owe thy love ;
Yet tell us how we may
Our gratitude approve :
Our hearts — our all
To thee wo give:
The gift, though small,
Do thou receive.
4 Few be the years that roll,
Ere all shall worship thee ;
The travail of his soul,
Soon let the Savior see ;
O God of grace !
Thy power employ,
Fill earth with joy,
And heaven with praise.
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1 VVanpkri\g pilgrims, mourning
Christians,
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1 Father of eternal grace,
Glorify thyself in me,
Meetly beaming In my face,
May the world thine image see.
2 Happy only in thy love,
r lr, unfriended, or unknown,
Fi\ my thoughts on things above,
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3 Humble, holy, all resign'd,
To thy will, — thy will be done ■
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind,
Of thy well beloved Son.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path he trod,
Die with Jesus on tho cravs,
Rise with him to thee, my God.
CO. Jf'cary Sinners.
1 Come, ye weary sinners, come,
All, who feel your heavy load ;
Jesus calls the wanderers home ;
Hasten to your pardoning God.
2 Come, ye guilty souls, opprest,
Answer to the Savior's call :
" Come, and 1 will give you rest ;
Come, and I will save you all."
3 Jesus, — full of truth and love,
We thy kindest call obey,
Faithful let thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away :
4 Weary of this war within,
Weary of this endless strife,
Weary of ourselves and sin,
Weary Dfa wretched life;
r> Burden'dwith a world of grief,
Rurden'd with our sinful load,
Burden'd with this unbelief,
Burden'd with the wrath of God:
6 Lo, we come to thee for ease,
True and gracious as thou art ;
Now our weary souls release,
Write forgiveness on our heart
61. Christian Felloicship.
1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree ;
Show thyself the Prince of Peace
Bid our jars for ever cease.
2 By thy reconciling love,
Every stumbling- block remove ;
Each to each unite, endear ;
Come, and spread thy banner here.
3 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind :
Lowly, meek in thought and
word,
Altogether like our Lord.
4 Let us for each other cr.re,
Each the other's burden bear:
To thy church the pattern give;
Show how true believers live,
f> Fre<* from an»er and from pride*
Let us thus in God abide ;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.
6 Let us then with joy remove
To the family above ;
On the wings of ausels fly;
Show how true believers die.
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Lord of lords, shall soon appear :
Mark tin- tokens
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toe stars from heaven fall-
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Hark, on earth the doleful cry!
Men oo rockfl and mountains call-
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claim _
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3 Close behind the tribulation
Of the last trf-rnendous days,
S<-e the flaming Revelation !
See the universal blaze :
Earth and heaven
Melt before the Judge's face.
4 Sun and moon are both con-
founded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When with ansel-hosts surround-
ed,
In his Father's Lr!ory bright,
Bean.- tin- Savior,
Shines the everlasting light.
7 "Lo ! 'tis He ! our hearts* de-
Come for his espoused below ;
Cume to join us with the choir,
Come to make our jovs o'er-
fl-.w :
Palnifl of victory,
Crowns of glory to bestow.*'
the prize shall sure be
given ;
We bis open face shall see:
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love our full reward shall be,
Love shall crown us
Kings uirough all eternity I
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The day of liberty draws near !
Jesus, who on tli«- serpent treads,
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The Lord will to his temple come;
Prepare your hearts to make him
room.
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word
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thee kind,
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prove :
Surely we shall thy mercy find ;
Who ask, shall all receive th/
love :
Nor canst thou it to me deny ;
I ask, the chief of sinners I !
4 O ye of fearful hearts, b6
strong !
Your downcast eyes and hands
lift up !
Ye shall not be forgotten long :
Hope to the end, in Jesu3
hope I
Tell him, ye wait his grace to
prove ;
And cannot fail if God is love I
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5 Prisoners of hope, be strong, be In spirit join'd to thee, the Son,
bold ; As thou art with thy Father one.
Cast off your doubts, disdain to
fear !
Dare to believe ! en Christ lay 64. JVorthl the Lamb.
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Wrestle with Christ in mighty Written for the Lyre,
prayer: by rev. d. r. thomasox.
Tell him, " We will not let thee
go, 1 Worthy the Lamb of bouni-
Till we thy name, thy nature less sway,
know." In earth and" heaven the Lord
of all;
. 6 Hast thou not died to purge our Ye princes, rulers, powers obey,
sin, And low before his footstool
And rose, thy death for us to fall :
plead 1 Let earth rejoice ; the Lamb was
To write thy lav/ of love within slain,
Our hearts, and make us free He rose ; he lives ; he lives to
indeed 1 reign.
That we our Eden misht ronain,
Thou diedst, and could'st not die 2 Riches and all that decks the
in vain. great
From worlds unnumbcr'd hither
7 Lord, we believe, and wait the bring ;
hour, The tribute pour before his seat,
Which all thy great salvation And hail the triumphs of our
brings ; King.
The Spirit of love, and health, and Wisdom and strength are his
power, alone,
Shall come, and make us priests Honor has built his lofty throne,
and kings :
Thou wilt perform thy faithful 3 From heaven, from earth loud
word, bursts of praise
"The servant shall be as his The mighty blessings shall pro-
Lord." claim,
Blessings that earth to glory raise ,
e The promise stands for ever Creation's voice shall hymn the
sure, fame;
And we shall in thine image Higher ! still higher swell the
shine, strain,
Partakers of a nature pure. The Lamb shall ever, ever reign.
Holy, angelical, divine ;
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1 Grkat High Priest, we view
thee stooping,
Willi our names upon tliy
breast ;
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrow
Weeping angels stood confound-
ed.
To behold their Maker thai :
And can are remafn unwounded,
\\*ht*ii are know 'twas all lor
us?
2 On the cross thy body broken,
Cancels every penal tie ;
Tempted souls produce this token,
All demands to satisfy.
All is finished ; do not doubt it,
Hut believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it,
Only take him at his word.
3 Lord, we fain would trust thee
solely,
Twaa fir us thy blood was
spilt ;
Gracious Savior, take us wholly,
Take and make us what thou
wilt.
Grant us now thy heavenly bless-
ing,
Let thy love our sonns employ ;
Thus we'll rind, thy peace pus-
sring,
In thy service all our joy.
66. Source of Pleasure.
1 Savior, richest source of plea-
sure,
Fountain whence our comfort
flows,
More to be desired than treasure,
Treasure which this world be-
■towi :
Dearesl source of consolation,
:'<■ Id the poor di>trr>-'d,
Thou canst calm our perturba-
tion.
Thou canst give the weary rest.
2 Bid the billows, loudly raging,
Calmly at thy voice suhside ;
Bid the clouds, that storms pre-
saiziiur,
Soon to distant quarters glide.
As the evening sun declining,
Sheds around a softer ray,
May thy milder radiance shining,
Calmly gild our closing day.
3 As the soul, released from trou-
ble,
Views with joy its sorrows past,
Views them as an empty bubble
On the billowy ocean cast:
Oh : how sweet in retrospection,
Pains and sorrows well en-
dured ;
'Twas through suffering — sweet
reflection,
ChrL>t our brightest hopes pro-
cured.
4 Let us, then, on him reclining,
For his sake our patience prove ;
Sure we oft. without repining,
Suffer much for those we love
Soon this path, so dark and
dreary,
Shall in fairer scenes expand ;
Soon the traveller, faint and
weary,
Shall behold the promised land.
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67. Supplication
1 Father of our dying Lord,
Remember us tor good ;
0 fulfil his faithful word.
And hear his speaking blood !
Give us that for which he prays ,
Father, glorify thy Son :
Show his truth, and power, and
jrrace.
And send the promise down.
2 True and faithful Witness thou,
O Christ, thy Spirit give !
Hast thou not received him now,
That we might now receive !
'Art thou not our living Head 1
Life to all thy limbs impart ;
Shed thy love, thy Spirit shed,
In every waiting heart.
3 Foly Ghost, the Comforter,
The gift of Jesus, come ;
Glows our heart to rind thee near,
And swells to make thee room ;
Present with us thee we feel,
Come, O come, and in us be !
With us. in us, live and dwell
To all eternity.
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1 Now, e'en now, I yield. I yield.
With all my sins to part :*
Jesus, speak my pardon seal'd,
And purify my heart !
Punre the love of sin away,
Then I into nothing tail ;
Then I see the perfect day,
And Christ is all in all."
2 Jesus, now our hearts inspire
With that pure love of thine ;
Kindle now the heavenly fire,
To briiihten and rerin." :
Purify our faith like gold ;
All the dross of sin remove ;
Melt our spirits down, and mould
t Into thy perfect love.
69. Backslider's Return.
1 I will hearken what the Lord
Will say concerning me ;
Hast thou not a gracious word
For one who waits on tnee 7
Speak it to my soul, that 1
May in thee have peace and
power ;
Never from my Savior fly,
And never grieve thee more
2 How have T thy Spirit grieved,
Since first with me he strove !
Obstinately disbelieved.
And trampled on thy love !
['have sinn'd against the light ;
I have broke from thy embrace:
No. I would not. win a I might
Be freely saved by grace.
3 After all that I have done
To drive thee from my heart,
Still thou wilt not leave thine
own.
Thou wilt not yet depart ;
Wilt not cive the sinner o'er ;
Ready art thou now to save ;
Bhist me come as heretofore,
That I thy life may have.
4 <"> thou meek and e^nfle Lamb,
Fury is not in t
Thoucontinuest still the sarre,
And sti 1 thy grace is free ;
StHI thine arms are open wide,
Wretched sinners to receive ;
Thou hast once for sinners died,
That all may turn and live.
5 Lo ! I take thee at thy word,
My foolishness I mourn ;
Unto thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late. I turn :
\e\d\ I yield at last,
Listen to thy speaking blood*
Me. with all my sins. 1 cast
On my atoning God.
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1 Ha.il, thou happy morn so glo-
rious !
Come, ye saints, your griefs
give o'er :
Sins, how Jesus rose victorious,
By h's own almighty power :
'Hallelujah,
To the glorious Son of God.
2 Tell ns, Seraph.--, ye that wan-
der,
When ye saw the Lord arise,
When ye saw him soaring yonder,
Wnat were then your heavenly
joys ?
Then 'twas " Glory
To the conquering King of
kings."
3 Countless bands of angels glo-
rious,
Clothed in bright ethereal blue ;
Straight the sound of Christ vic-
torious,
From their silver trumpets flew.
Christ triumphant
Rises conqueror o'er the tomb.
3 See, my friends, is that the Sa-
vior,
Who was erown'd with cruel
thorns 1
Glorious majesty and power^
Now his sacred head adorns.
Hallelujah ;
That dear head no more shall
bleed.
4 Is that he, who died on Calvary,
Who was pierced with many a
spear ?
Clad with countless suns of glory,
See, he rises through the air.
Hallelujah;
Ziou's mourner, now rejoice.
5 Was the person, then, so glo-
rious,
Which the Jews so marr'd and
BpoiTd !
Yes, ye saints, we own his God-
head,
Though by some he is reviled ;
All crear ion
Soon shall own him Lord of all.
6 Tremble, ye who him rejected,
Lo ! he hreaks through yonder
cloud ;
Rise, ye saints, and shout tri-
umphant,
Victory ! through Jesus' blood.
Hark ! the trumpet
Sounds the resurrection morn.
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1 Km wilt thou yet be found,
And may 1 trill <Ii:i\v near ?
Thru listen to the plaintive >.>und
Ot" a poor sinner's prater.
2 Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art,
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord!
Lift up a helpless heart.
3 Thou seest my troubled breast,
The struggles of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.
4 The daily death I prove,
Savior, to thee is known ;
'Tis worse thau death my God to
love,
And not my God alone.
5 O my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace,
I know thou canst ; pronounce
the word.
And bid the tempest cease !
6 T lone to see thy face,
Thy Spirit I implore,
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.
72. Looking to God.
1 When shall thy love constrain,
And force me to thy breast ?
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest ?
2 Ah ! what avails my strife,
My wandering to and fro ?
Thou hast the words of endless
Ah ! whither should I go ?
3 Thy condescending grace
To 'me did freely move ;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall,
\\ noid now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
5 To rescue me from wo,
Thou didst with all things
parr ;
Didst lead a suffering life below,
To gain my worthless heart.
6 My worthless heart to gain,
The God of all that breathe
Was found in fashion as a man,
And died a cursed dea.h.
7 And can I yet delay,
My little all to sive ?
To tear my soul from earth away,
My Jesus to receive ?
8 Nay, but I yield, I yield !
I can hold out no more :
I sink by dying love compell'd,
And own Thee conqueror !
9 Though late, I all forsake,
My friends, my all resign ;
Gracious Redeemer, take, 0 take,
And seal me ever thine !
10 Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove :
Settle and fix my wavering soul
With all thy weight of love.
11 My one desire be this —
Thy only love to know ;
To seek and taste no other bliss,
No other good below.
12 My life, my portion thou,
Thou all-sufficient art :
My hope, my heavenly treasure,
now.
Enter and keep my heart.
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1 Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come
down !
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
Ail thy faithful mercies crown ;
Jesus ! thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art ;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thv loving
Spirir,
Into every troubled breast !
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promised rest :
Take away the iove of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy fife receive !
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temple leave !
Thee we would be always bless-
"ing,
Serve thee as thine hosts above ;
Pray, arid praise thee without
ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.
4 Finish then thy new creation,
Happy, holy may we be :
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by thee 1
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our
place ;
Till we cast our crowns before
thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.
74. The Penitent.
1 Savior, canst thou love a trai-
tor?
Canst thou love a child of wrath?
Can a hell-deserving creature
Be the purchase of thy death?
Is thy blood so efficacious,
As to make my nature clean ?
Is thy sacrifice so precious,
As to free me from my sin ?
2 Sill on every side surrounds me;
No acquittance can I hear;
Pangs of unbelief confound me,
Help me, Lord, my grief to bear.
Here, then, is my resolution,
At thy dearest feet to fall :
Here I'll meet my condemnation,
Or a freedom from my thrall.
3 Now denv thy grace and mercy,
If thou canst, to wretched me;
Lay aside thy love and pity,
If thou canst, and let me die!
If I meet with condemnation,
Justly I deserve the same;
If I meet with free salvation,
I will magnify thy name.
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1 All hail, the power of Jesus'
name!
Let angels prostrate fall ;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him* Lord of all.
2 Let high-born seraphs tune the
lyre,
And as they tune it fall
Before his face, who tunes their
choir,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Crown him, ye morning stars of
light,
Who fix'd this floating ball ;
Now hail the strength of Israel's
misfit,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Crown him, ye martyrs of our
God,
Who from his altar call ;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of ail.
5 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall ;
Hail him, who saves you by his
grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
6 Hail him, ye heirs of David's
line,
Whom David, Lord, did call ;
The God incarnate ! Alan divine!
And crown him Lord of all.
7 Sinners, whose love can ne'er
forcpt
The wormwood and the gall :
Go, spread your trophies at his
feet.
And crown him Lord of all.
8 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
9 O that with yonder sacred
throng,
We at his feet may fall ;
We'll join the everlasting song
And crown him Lord of all
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1 My soul's full of c)r,ry. inspiring my tongue,
Could I meet with angels, I'd sing them a song,
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Ami . [ &r me to bis loving amis.
2 Methinki they're descending to hear while I sine:,
Well pleased to hear mortals praising their king ;
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3 Oil, Jesus : oh, Jesus ! thou halm of my soul,
- • iiuu. my dear Jesus, that made my heart whole ;
Oli, bring me to view thee, thou precious sweet King,
In oceans of glory thy praises to sing.
4 Sweet Ipirit ! attend me, till Jesus shall romp,
Protect and defend mo until I'm call'd home ;
Though worms my poor body may claim as their prey,
Twill outshine when rising, the sun at noonday.
5 The sun shall he darken'd, the moon turn'd to blood,
The mountains all melt at the presence of God ;
Kul lightnings may flash, and lo»'d thunders may roar,
All this cannot dam*, me on Canaan's hiest shore.
■'.ipsp of b-izht glory surprises my soul,
I sink in sweet visions to view the bright goal ;
My soul, while I'm - i n ^ i ; i Lr , is leaping to go,
This moment lor heaven I'd leave all below.
7 Farewell, my dear brethren. — my Lord bids me come ;
Farewell, my dear sisters, — I'm now sioing home ;
Bright ange - ig so sweet in my ear, —
Away to my savior my spirit they'll bear.
8 I'm goin?, — T'm going ; — but what do I see I
!Tis .' - unto rue ;
I'm going, — I'm going, — I'm going, — I'm gone ! —
Oh, gloiy : oh. glory ! — 'tis done, — it is done.
9 To the regions of plory the spirit is fled,
And left this poor hody inactive and dead;
With angelic armies l<»r ever to
On Jesus s beauties lur ever to gaze.
10 When the six seals shall open, the trumpet shall sound,
To awake God's dear children," that sleep under ground;
Their souls and their bodies shall then join in one,
And each from their Savior receive a bright crown.
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1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee ;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my nil shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own !
2 Let the world despise and leave me;
Tiiey have left my Savior too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me —
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And whilst thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ;
Show thy tace, and all is bright,
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3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain,
In thy service pain k pleasure,
With thy favor k)ss is gain.
I have calTd thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may how], and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven vsill bring me sweeter rest.
Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left -to me ;
* Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with thee.
5 Soul, then know thy full salvation ;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and caie;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee ;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee ;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine ?
6 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Ann'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer,
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall ejnMe x!.»ie there.
Soon shall close thy eanhlv mission,
Soon shaii pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
EDEN OF LOVE.
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WRITTEN BY W. C. TILI.OU.
1 How sweet to reflect on the se joys that await me,
Ii: yon blissful region, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded,
My happiness perfect, my mind's sky unclouded,
I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of Love.
2 While angelic legions, with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise,
The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise :
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
My soul will respond, To Immanuel be given
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love.
3 Then hail, blessed state ! Hail, ye songsters of glory I
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above !
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
11 Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus's love :"
Though 'prison'd in earth, yet by anticipation,
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation,
Of joys that await me, when freed from probation :
My heart's now in Heaven, the Eden of Love.
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Written for the I^yre.
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^pel trumpet sound.
2 In golden armor blazing
They press ftieir on wa ii way,
And high in air upraising,
Tlie glorious i
Away 'heir weapons hurling,
The warring nai
And hail with
The bcinneret or peace.
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ing,
Wharf Death the tyrant
Tlie heaven';
In road
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ken.
And clothed with fle>h, arise, —
They bid the dead awaken
To glory in the ikies.
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Pour forth their dread array!
Look up! — angelic legions
i your way.
March on teaven,
This iise sing —
"The heathen shall be given
Tu Christ our glorious Kins."
D. D.
Tht Love of God.
1 To thee, in each bright morning,
. we pray ;
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iiur,
Lead oti tlie ri-in? day ;
in life's last even,
W< "I tune our feebler breath;
I our >i r:s forgiven,
And - .i death
2 When from .death's sleep we
'waken,
II us surprise ;
ily tilings forsaken,
What joys shall meet our eyes!
With raptures then increasing,
For ever we'll rejoice ;
And praises never-ceasing,
Shall wake each tuneful voice.
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And nothing move this heart of
1 Broad is the road that leads to mine.
death,
And thousands walk together 4 Thy judgments, too, unmoved I
hear,
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Which hypocrites could ne'er at- t. . ace' /-,.,.,
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recal,
1 Oh ! for a glance of heavenly Thy steps retrace, nor dare delay,
day. Lest, ere thou turn, God's anger
To take this stubborn stone away, fall,
And thaw with beams of love di- And hope for ever flee away.
vine,
This heart, this frozen heart of "3 Is there no hope ? Yes, sinner,
mine. yrs —
2 The rocks can rend ; the earth *^"?u ,and, to.Ihe Savi™ fly :
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Of feeling all things show some 4 Return !-the bow ot promise
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But this unVeeling heart of mine. Above where Death's dark billoW3
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3 To hear the sorrows thou hast For, soon, when sinks thy fragile
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Dear Lord, an adamant would 'Twiil shine upon thy soul no
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1 Jesus, the Name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky !
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils tear and tly.
2 Jesns. the Name to sinners dear,
The Name to sinners given !
It scatters all their g'lilt ami fear ;
It turns their he!', to heaven.
3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters
breaks,
And bruises Satan's head ;
Power into strengthless souls it
speaks.
And life into the dead.
4 O that the world might taste
and see
The riches of his grace ;
The arms of love that compass
me.
Would all mankind embrace.
5 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim :
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry, il Behold the Lamb:"
6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp Mis Name !
Preach him to all, and cry in
death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"
85. Zions Prosperity.
1 Shine, mighty God, on Zion
shine,
With beams of heavenly grace ;
Reveal thy power through all our
coasts,
And show thy smiling face.
2 When shall thy name, from
shore to shore,
Sound all the earth abroad :
And distant nations know and
love
Their Savior and their God ?
3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant
lands.
Sins loud with solemn voice ;
Let every tongue Hall his praise,
And every heait rejoice.
4 Earth shall obey his high com-
mand.
And vied a full increase :
Our God wiil ciown his chosen
land
With fruitfulness and peace.
5 God, the Redeemer, scatters
round
Lis choicest favors here,
While the creation's utmost
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ShaJl see, adore, and fear.
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1 And can it bo that I should cain
An interest in the Savior's blood ?
Died he for me, who caused his pain ?
For me. who him to death pursued 1
Amazinn love ! how can it be.
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me !
2 'Ti= mystery all ! The Immortal dies !
WIhi ran explore his strand design !
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine !
'Tis mercy all ! let earth adore :
Let angel-minds inquire no more.
3 He left his Father's throne above ;
(So free, so infinite his crace !)
Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race :
'Tis mercy all. immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me !
4 Lone my imprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in si:i and nature's niuht:
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray :
I woke ; the dungeon flamed with light !
nin< fell off, my heart was free,
. went forth, and foliow'd thee.
5 No condemnation now I drpad,
- and all in him, is mine !
Alive in him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And clumi the crown, through Cnrist, my own.
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1 And am T only born to die 1
And must I suddenly comply
With nature's stern decree?
What after death for me remains 1
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity •
4 No matter which my thoughts
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A moment's misery or joy ;
But oh ! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined
place ?
Shnll I my everlasting days
With fiends, or angels, spend 1
2 How then ought I on earth to
live.
While God prolongs the kind re-
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And props the house of clay:
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch and tremble, and pre-
pare
Against that fatal day !
5 Nothing is worth a thought be-
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That never, never dies !
How make my own election
sure ;
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cure
A mansion in the skies.
3 Xo room for mirth or trifling
here,
For worldly hope or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone :
If now the judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand be-
fore
The inexorable throne !
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Es thou my guide, be thou, my
way
To glorious happinpss !
Ah ! write the pardon on my
heart .'
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace !
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1 To the haven of thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly !
Be my refuge and my rest,
For, O ! the storm is high !
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And screen my naked head.
3 In the time of my 6
Thou hast my succor been,
In my utter helplessness
Restraining me from sin ;
O how swiftly didst thou move
To save me in the trying hour !
Still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy power.
4 First and last in me perform
The work thou hast begun :
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun :
Weary, parcli'd with thirst, and
faint,
Till thou the abiding Spirit
breathe.
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.
0 Never shall T want it lesg,
Wbpn thou the sift hast given,
Fill'd me with thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven ;
1 shall hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory see ;
Till the sprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee.
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1 Come, thou fount of every bless-
in?,
Tune my heart to sing thy
grace ;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for sonjrs of loudest praise :
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above :
Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon
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love.
2 Here T'll raise my Ebenezer ;
Hither by thy he'p I'm come ;
And I hope, by tny good plea-
sure,
Safely to arrive at home.
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Hymns continued.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of
God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 O ! to grace, how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constraint to be '.
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to
thee !
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love —
Here's my heart, O ! take and
seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.
90. Christian Comfort.
1 Tempted, tossed, troubled spi-
rit,
Dost thou groan beneath thy
load?
Fearing thou shalt not inherit
In the kingdom of thy God 1
"View thy Savior oti the mountain,
In temptation's painful hour ;
Though of grace himself the foun-
tain,
And the Lord of boundless
power.
2 Do thy blooming prospects Ian
guish ?
Say'st thou still. " I'm not his
child?"
View thy Savior's dreadful an-
guish,
Famish'd in the gloomy wild.
Not a step in all thy journey,
Through this gloomy vale of
tears,
But thy Lord hath trod before
thee,
And thy way to glory clears.
3 Though through seas of tribu-
lation
Jesus calis thee here to go,
He hath wrought thy great salva-
tion
In far deeper seas of wo.
Jesus, though by God anointed,
Christ, the co-eternal Son,
As by love divine appointed,
Treads the wine-prgss all alone.
4 Sinks thy soul in waves of sor-
row ?
Pass o'er Kedron's rolling flood
Witness there the doleful horror
Of the suffering Son of God.
There the victim groaning, weep-
ing,
Bears the wrath of God alone,
While his senseless followers
sleeping,
Scarce regard a single groan.
5 On the chilly ground extended,
Lo, he takes the bitter cup !
With Almighty vengeance blend-
ed,
Drinks the dreadful contents
up;
Now the avenging sword pursues
him
Up to Calvavy's rugged brow :
There the wrath of God doth
bruise him,
But my soul escapes the blow.
6 Glory, honor, power, and bless-
ing,
Be unto the Father given :
Sin? his praises without ceasing,
Sons of earth, and hosts of
heaven.
Glory be to Christ the Savior,
Who hath bought us with his
blood ;
Glory to the blessed "Spirit,
Glory to the mighty God.
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1 Comk, let ns ascend,
My companion am! friend,
To a taste of the banquet above !
If thy heart be as mine,
If for .lesus it pine,
Come up into the chariot of love.
V Who in .lesus confide.
We are bold to owtrme
The storms of affliction beneath '
Wiih the prophet we soar
To the heavenly shore,
And outrly all the arrows of death.
3 By faith we are come
To our permanent home,
By hope we the rapture improve;
By love we still rise,
And look down on the skies,
For the heaven of heavens is love.
4 Who on earth can conceive
How happy we live
In the palace of God the great
King!
What a concert of praise,
When our Jesus's grace,
The whole heavenly company
sing !
5 What a rapturous sons,
When the glorified throng
In the spirit of harmony join;
Join all the glad choirs,
Hearts, voices, aud lyres,
And the burden is mercy divine.
6 Hallelujah, they cry,
Tn the Kin<r of the sky,
To the great everlasting I AM;
To the Lamb that was slain,
And that liveth again, .
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb.
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7 Our fbrebeadi proclaim
His ineffable name ;
Our b<><: . s«play ;
A day m ithou
W u it ;
And eternity seems as a day.
92. Hfir of Saltation,
1 Away w if'u our ;
The silad morning appears,
When an heir of salvation was
born !
From Jehovah I came,
For his glory I .am.
And to hi in 1 with singing return.
2 Thee, Jesus, a'.orip,
The Fountain I own,
Of my life and felicity here :
And cheerfully si is
My Redeemer and Kinir,
Till his si^ii in the heavens ap-
pear.
3 Willi thanks I rejoice
In thy faiherly choice
Of my state and condition below :
If of parents I tame,
Who lionor'd thy name,
'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so.
4 T sin? of thy jirace,
From my earliest days.
Ever near to allure and defend;
Hitherto hast thou been
My Preserver from sin,
And I trust thou wilt save tc the
end.
5 O the infinite cares,
And temptations and snares,
Thy hand hath conducted me
through !
O the blessings bestow'd
By a bountiful God.
And the mercies eiernahy new.
6 What a mercy is this ;
What a heaven of blkis,
How unspeakably happy am I!
■[■(] into thy told,
With thy people enroled,
ly pi ople to live and to die!
ro<Wtncss of nod,
In employing a clod,
Uis ti ih ' _' ' y to raise ;
II is standard to bear,
And wi h triumph declare,
His unspeakable riches of grace!
8 O the fathomless love,
That has deigti'd to approve,
And prosper the workol my hands!
With my pastoral crook
I went over the brook,
And behold 1 am spread into
bands !
9 Who, I risk in amaze,
Ha h begotten me these ?
A::d inquire from what quarter
they came ;
My full heart it replies,
Tin y are born from the skies,
And gives glory to God and the
Lamb.
10 All honor and praise
To the Father of grace,
To the Spirit and Son, I return!
The business pursue
He hath made me to do,
And rejoice that i ever was born
11 Tn a rapture of joy,
My life 1 employ,
Tiie God of my life to proclaim ;
'Tis worth living for this,
To administer blisr
And salvation in Jesus's name.
12 My remnant of days
I spend in his praise,
Who died the whole world to re-
deem :
Re they many or few,
My days are his due,
And they all are devoted to him
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1 O Ziom ! afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save;
With darkness surrounder1 by terrors dismay'd,
In toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd.
2 Loud roaring, the billows now nigh overwhelm
But ski ful 's the pilot, who sits at the helm ;
His wisdom conducts thee, his power thee defends,
In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends.
3 "O fearful! O faithless!" in mercy he cries;
uMy promise, my truth, are they light in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand,
Through tempest and tossing, I'll bring thee to land.
4 "ForgRl tliec, I will not, T cannot ,'^-thy name
Engraved oi\ my heart doth for ever .emain !
The pahns of my hands while I look on, I see
The wounds 1 received, when suffering fui- thee.
5 "1 feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans,
For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bouefj
In all thy distresses thy head feels the pain;
Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain.
6 " Then trust me, and fear not; thy life is secure,
My wi* bin is perfect, supreme is my power;
In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine,
To make thee at length in my likeuess to skine."
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1 If ail. The day that saw him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes ;
Clirist, awhile to mortals {riven,
Heascends his native heaven ;
There the pompous triumph
wails;
11 Lift your heads, eternal gates !
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in !"
2 Him though highest heaven re-
ceives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his thrctie,
Sfi:i he calls mankind his own :
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads ;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Master, imay we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee:
Grant, though parted from our
sight,
H'urh above yon azure height, —
Grant our souls may thither rise —
Following thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love ;
Looking when our Lord shall
come—
Looking for a happier home :
There we shall with thee re-
main,
Pnrrners of thy endless reign ;
Then thy face unclouded jee —
Find a heaven of heavtns in
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1 Sintk I've known I Snvior's
name,
And sin's strong tetters broke,
Careful without rare I am,
Nor feel my easy yoke ;
Joyful now my faith to show,
I fi'id his service my reward ;
All the work I do below
Is light, for such a Lord.
2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly rly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Xor fear its enmity :
Here I find an house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern' d in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
3 O that all the world might know
Of living, Lord, to thee.
Find their heaven begun below,
And here thy poodueas see :
Walk in all the works prepared
By thee to exercise their grace,
Ti!J they gain tfieir full reward,
And see thee lace to face.
98. Saved by Grace.
1 Let the world their virtue
boast,
Their works of righteousness !
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace ;
Other title I disclaim ;
This, only this, is all my plea :
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for iue.
2 Happy they whose joys abound,
Like Jordan's swelling stream :
Mir heaven in Christ have
found,
And -ive tlm praise to him ;
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
Jlis steps I at a distance see '
I the chief of sinners am,
But Je?us died for me.
3 I, like Gideon's fleece am
found,
Unwater'd still and dry;
While the dew on all around,
Falls plenteous from the skv ;
Yet my Lord I cannot b ame,
The Savior's grace for all is
free :
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me
4 Surely he will lift me up,
For I of hirti have need ;
I cannot give up my hope,
Tnough I am cold and dead ;
To bring fire on earth he came ;
O that it now might kindled be I
I the chief of sinnera am,
But Jesus died for me.
5 Jesus, thou for me hast died,
And thou i ri me wilt live ;
I shall feel thy death appiied
I shall thy life receive :
Yet when melted in the flame
Of love, this shall be all my
plea, —
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
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97. Affliction Sweetened.
1 Wire* languor and disease in-
vade
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'Tis sweet to look beyond my
pains,
And long to fly away.
2 Bweel to lonk inward, and attend
The whispers of his love :
Sweet to look upward, to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my
name
In life's lair book set down ;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.
4 Sweet lo reflect how urace divine
My sins on .Jesus laid ;
Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suffering paid.
5 Sweet in his righteousness to
stand.
Which saves from second death ;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
11 is Spirit's quickening breath.
6 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end ;
Sweet on his covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.
7 Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decreet! ;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no wiil but his.
8 If such the sweetness of the
streams,
What mu&i the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw
their b'Lss
Immediately from thee !
93. A Litcly Hope.
1 Swekt to rejoice in lively hope
That when my change shall
come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spit it home.
2 There shall my disembodied
soul
View Jesus and adore ;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more.
3 Shall see him wear that very
flesh
On which-my guilt was lain ;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.
4 Soon too my slumbering dust
shall hear
The t rum pet's quickening sound,
And by my Savior's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.
5 If such the views which grace
unfolds,
Weak as it is below ;
What raptures must the church
above
In Jesus' presence know!
6 O may the unction of the?e
truths,
For H\er with me stay ;
Till from her sinful cage dis-
missal,
My spirit tlies away.
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99. Morning Hymn.
1 Awake, my ?oul, and with the sun
Thy nnil\ | rim ;
tN.uke oJfdull »k>th, and early rise
To pay liiy morning sac: dice.
2 Pedeem thy mispent time that's
past ;
Live tins day, as if 'twere thy 'ast :
To improve ihy lalentp take due care ;
'Gainst tiie great duy th> sell prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere.
Thy conscience as the noonday clear:
Think how the all-seeing God, thy
ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And wiih the angels bear thy part ;
Who all night long unwearied aiug,
Gloiy to thee, eternal King.
5 I wake, T wake, ye heavenly choir ;
May your devotion me inspire :
That 1 like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight-,
Perform like you my Maker's will :
0 ! may I never more do ill.
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refiesh'd me while I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shad
wake,
1 may of endless life partake.
8 Lord, I my vow? to thee renew ;
Scatter my sins as morning d\
Guard my first spring of thought and
will,
And witii thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, snsgest this day,
All I design, or do, of
That all my powers, wiin all their
might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
10 Praise God. from whom all bless-
ings flow,
Praise him, ail creatures here below :
Praise him above, ye angelic host ;
) Father Son. and Holy Ghost.
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1 Arise, my soul ! with npfwe rise !
. !ove and fear, adore
• I'ul SoNereign of the pkie*,
• uds me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Power!
.Not id y pans, nor Iruilk ii
Rut may each swiftly flying hour
Sull uearer brmg my soul to Thee !
3 Hut can it be? that Power divine
J> throned m light's unfunded blaze;
Am\ countless worlds and angels join
To SWell the glorious song ot praise :
4 And will he dei?n to lend an ear.
When I. poor abject mortal, pray 1
Yes, boundless goodness ! he will bear,
.Nor cast the meanest wretch away
5 Then let me serve ihee all my days,
And may my zeal with years in-
crease :
For pleasant. Lord, are all thy ways,
And all thy patlis are paths of peace.
101. Morning.
1 Tn sleep's serene oblivion laid,
1 safely pass'd the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
1 drink, again die morning light.
orn, 1 bless the waking hoar,
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
rings, my guardian God, to
thee !
3 O guide me through the various
maze,
My doubiful feet aredoom'd to tread ;
And spread thy shield's protecting
biaze
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defwnd,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave mine
eyes;
Thy light 6hall give eternal day—
Thy love, the rapture of tiie skies '
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102. Evening Hymn.
1 G o r to tlw, my God. t lis night,
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T'.e grave a?; Ii:tle as my led ;
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J'riumphing n>e at the last day.
4 O mny my soul on thee repose,
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close:
Sleep, that may me more vigorous
makp,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 When m the night I sleepless lie,
My tfoul with heavenly thoughts sup-
ply:
Let no ill dreamed sturb my res',
No powers ofdirfcikil me niuleat.
fi Let my blest Guardian, while I
■Seep,
N<s watchful station n^ar m» keep ;
My Ivarl with love celestial fill,
And guard me from the uppruach of
ill.
7 Mny he celestial joys rehears",
And thousht to thought with me con-
verge.
Or. in my s'ead, all ihe night long,
Sirg to my God a grateful song.
8 fjord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care:
'Tis heaven on earih, 'lis heaven
above.
To see i by face, to sing thy love.
P O when shall 1, in endkss day,
For ever chase <!ur;< sleep away,
And hymn.> divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal Kin? I
10 Praise God, from whom all bless-
ings flow,
Praise him, ail creatures here below •
Praise him above, ye angelic host ;
l'ruise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
103. Evening.
1 Great God! to thee my evening
Snug
With humMe gratitude I raise:
C) \>i thy merry tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And every onward rolling hour.
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to ihy love and power.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched
heart,
Too ofi regardless of thy love,
Unatare/ul, can from ihee depart.
And ftom the path of duty rove.
4 S>al my forgiveness in the blood
Of Christ, my Lord . his name alone
1 plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 With hope in him mine eyelids
close.
With sleep refresh my feeble frame ;
Safe in thy care may I repose ^
And wake with piaises to thy Narao
104. Night.
1 When restless on my b^d T lie.
Still courting sleep, which still will
fly.
Then shall reflection's brighter power
Illume the lone and midiught hour.
2 If huslfd the breeze, and calm the
tide.
Soft will the stream of memory glide,
A nd all the past, a gentle train,
Waked by remembrauce, live again.
3 If loud the wind, the tempest
And darkness wraps the sullen sky,
I muse on life's tempestuous sea.
And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee.
4 Toss'd on the deep and swelling
wave,
O mark my trembling soul, and save !
C've to my view that harbor near.
Where thou wilt cha*e each ghat
and ftvar !
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1 How pleasant 'tis to see
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And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
2 'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divi lely sweet:
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Ran throusrh his rubes, end blest
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3 Like frni'fn! shower? of rain,
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Descending from the neighboring
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Si tIi streams of pl< asure ro'l
Through every friendly soul,
Where love like heavenly dew
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106. Public Worship.
] How plra^pd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-
day :"
Yes. with a chr-prful zeal,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors
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Adorn'd wkh wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace
thee round !
In thee our turn's appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound
3 There David's greater Son
Has rix'd his royal throne;
He >its lor grace and judgment
there :
He bids the saint be glad,
He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with
fear.
4 May peace attend thy sate,
And joy w illlin thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest:
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him
rest !
5 My tonsrue repeats her vows,
'• Peace to this sacred house !
For here my friends and kindied
dwell':"
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
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107. Jesus1 Love.
1 Glory to Jesus for his love,
Flo wins to every nation,
Bowels ol sweet compassion move,
Offering free salva'.ion.
Here may the poor, the lame, the blind,
Every needed blessing find :
Justice and mercy here combine,
Offering free salvation.
2 Sinners, repair to Jesus' arms,
Why will you slight his favor ?
Now he invites you to his charms,
Willing to be your Savior.
O that you would on him believe,
All your transgressions he'll forgive;
Comfort and peace shall you receive,
Flowing from Christ for ever.
3 Now i.i the time, no more delay,
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So shall you soon in glory reign,
Praising your great Creator.
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108. Precious Promises.
1 How firm a foundation, ye mint! of the Lord,
Is laid lor your faith in his excellent word;
What more ran he say thai) to you he hath said?
You, w ho unto Jesus, h»r refuge have fled.
2 In every condition — in sickness, in health,
In poverty's \ale, or abounding ill wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be.
3 M Fear not, I am with thee ; O he not dismnvM !
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ;
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Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent band.
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The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o'erflow ;
For I will he with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
5 "When through firry trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ;
The flame shall not hurt thee; 1 only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
6 " E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
Aixl then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like Jambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7 "The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose,
I will not, I cannot desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake !"
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109. Jesus' Death and Glory.
1 See the Lord of plory dying,
See him pasping, hear him crying,
See his burtnen'd bosom heave ;
Lock, ye sinners, ye that hung
him,
Look, how deep your sins have
stum' him ;
Dying binnefS, look and live.
2 See the rocks and mountains
snaking,
Earth unto her centre quaking,
Nature'sjiroans awake ilinli -ad ;
Look on Phoebus, struck with
wonder,
While the peals of legal thunder
Smite the blest Redeemer's
head :
3 Heaven's bright melodious le-
gions,
Chanting to the tuneful region.*,
Cease to trill the quivering
string :
Songs seraphic all suspended,
Till the mighty war is ended
By the all- victorious King :
4 Hell, and all the powers infer-
nal,
Vanquish'd by the Kins Pternal,
When he pour'd the vital flood !
By his groans, which shook crea-
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Lo ! we lound the proclamation,
'Peace and pardon through his
blood.'
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tion ;
Fill with songs the wide creation,
Since he's risen from the grave:
Shout with joy and acclamation,
To the rock of your salvation,
Who alone hath power to save.
G Rear with patience tribulation,
Overcoming all temptation,
"fill the glorious jubilee ;
Soon he'll come, with bursts of
thunder,
Then shall we adore and wonder,
Singing on the highest key.
7 See the blissful scene before us ;
Join the universal chorus;
Bid the flowing numbers rise !
Songs immortal sweetly *ou tiding.
Notes angelic loud rebounding,
Trembling round the vocal skies.
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110. Pleading for Pardon.
1 Show pity, L«>rH, O I,ord, forgive,
Let a reptNHMM rebel live ;
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May nol a sinner trust in thee ?
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Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy paidoning love be found.
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clean ;
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And past oifences pam my eyes.
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And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
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\\ hose hone, still hovering round thy
word,
Would light on some sweet promise
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Some sure support against despair.
4 Father of mercy, drop thy frown,
A'. I give me shelter in thy Son ;
And with my broken heart comply,
O give me Jesus, or 1 uie.
5 O Lord, deny me what fhou wilt.
If thou wilt eat-e me of my uuilt ;
GixhI Lord, in mercy hear me cry,
0 have me, Jesus, or 1 die.
112. A Dying Savior
1 Slrctch'd on the cross, the Savior
dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise :
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.
2 Put life attends thedeathful sound,
And ilows from every bleeding
wound ;
The vita! stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes.
3 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling griel" and wonder
How,
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain 1
4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace im-
part,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart!
Till all its powers and pnssions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.
113. Frailty of Man.
111. Mourning for Sin
1 Oh ! give me,
mourn.
My sins winch have thy body torn ;
Give me, with broken heart to see
Thy last tremendous agony.
2 Oh, could I gain the mountain's
height,
And gaze upnn the wondro'is s;ght :
O that with Salem's ilauL'iiters, I
Could stand and see my Savior die.
3 I'd hang around his feet and cry,
Lord, save a soul condemn'd tw die ;
Aud let a wretch come near thy
throne,
To plead the merit* of thy Son.
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Teach me the measure of my days!
Teach me to Know how frail 1 am,
Lord, my sins to And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My day9 are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears ;
How frail at best is dyins man '
How vain are all his hopes and fears,
3 Vain his ambition, noise and show !
Vain are the cares which rack his
mind !
He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo.
And dies and leaves them all behind.
4 Oh, be a nobler portion mine ;
My God, 1 bow before thy throne,
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hopes on thee alone-
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Your Master provlaim,
Aim! ptililiuli aluoad,
His wond -ifi'l ntiiiif ;
The name all victorious
Ot Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save ;
And still lie is nigh,
His presence we have :
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascrihing salvation,
To Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God,
Who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud,
And h«un>r ihe Son ;
Our Jesiis's praises
The aaiiels proclaim,
Fall down on their laces,
And worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore,
And give him his right ;
All ulory and power,
And wisdom and might ;
All honor and blessing,
With a'Kjels above,
And thanks never-ceasing,
And infinite love.
] 15. Blessedness of a Believer.
1 O what shall I do,
My Savior to praise,
So faithful and true,
So plenteous in grace ;
So strong to deliver,
So good to redeem
The weak. -st believer
Thai hangs upou hiui.
2 flow happy the man
\Vho*e heart is net free,
The people that can
He joyful in thee ;
Tlnir joy is to walk in
The light of thy face,
And still they are talking
Of Jesus's grace.
3 Their daily delight
Shall be in thy name,
They shall as their richt
Thy i ighteousness claim :
Thy righteousness wearing,
And cleans'd by thy blood,
Bold shall they appear in
The presence of God.
4 For thou art their boast,
Their glory and power,
And I also trust
To see the glad hour,
My soul's; new creation,
A lite from the dead,
The day of salvation
That lifts up my head.
5 For Jesus, my Lord,
Is now my defence ;
I trust in his word,
None plucks me from thence ;
Since I have found favor
He all things will do ;
My King and my Savior
Shall make me anew.
6 Yes, Lord, T shall see
The bliss of thine own ;
Thy secret to me
Shall soon be made known;
For sorrow ami sadness
I joy shall receive,
And share in the gladness
Of all that believe.
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With t^t-st anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.
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Through torrent* of temptation,
Nor will we .'ear, while thou a»t
near,
The tire of tribulation ;
The world, wi h sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes ;
By thee we shall break through
Hum all,
And sing tue song of Moses.
4 fly faith we see the glory,
To which thou shall restore us ;
The cro~s despise, lor that high
prize,
Which thou hast set before us;
And if thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee staud at God'i
right hand,
To take us up to heaven.
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1 Comb, ye sinners, poor and
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Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love.
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Not the righteous,
Sinners. Jesus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo : your Maker prostrate lies !
On the bloody tree behold liim !
Hear him try before he di^,
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\ ire on him, venture freely;
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but Jesu3
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in con-
cert,
Sins the praises of the Lamb,
•:ie Wistful s<ats of heaven
Sweetly echo with hid name:
Hallelujah !
Sinners here may sing the same.
IIS. Idolatry Falling.
1 S:e. how many lately bowing
To their idols, wood and stone,
blessed change avowing,
Bow be ore ibe Savior's throne,
And with gladness
Praise the Savior's name alone.
2 This is cause of joy and won-
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God has set the captives free,
He has burst their bond* asunder,
Happy they and glorious he ,
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Who can be compared to thee ?
3 When thou workest, who shall
stay thee ?
Who /hall stay tlie work be-
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Lord, go on, thy people pray thee,
Till the glorious day is won ;
And the propel
Takes i^s circuit like Jie sun.
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1 Come, let us arise,
And aim at the prize,
The hope of our calling, on this
side the skies.
2 By works let us show,
That Jesus we know,
While steadily on to perfection
we go.
4 Then lot us not s*op,
But continue in hope,
Rejoicing, till all ia his linage
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5 His purity share,
His character bear,
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promise declare.
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We shall be restored To our brethren above,
To his linage, the servant shall be And ily up to heaven in a chariot
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Still direct my devious way !
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Teach ine pleasures,
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fane,
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When he calls religion vain,
Mighty Victor ! he my aid !
Send the Spirit,
Bid me conflict undismay'd.
4 When my unbelieving fear
Makes me think myself too vile,
When the legal curse I hear,
Cheer me with a gospel smile,
Or if hiding,
Hide thee only tor a while.
5 When I sit beneath thy word,
At tliy table cold and dead,
When I cannot see my l.oid,
All my little day-light rled,
Sun of glory,
Beam again around my head.
6 When thy statutes I forsake,
When my traces dimly shine,
When the covenant I break,
Jesus, then remember thine '
Check my wanderings
By a look of love divine.
7 Then, if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
While I sit on Zinn's hill,
Temper joy with holy fear;
Keep me watchful.
Safe alone when thou art near.
8 When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow Mows,
When thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on thy love repose;
Stay i by rough wind,
When thy chilling eastern blows.
12l« Support in Death.
1 When the vale of death ap-
pears,
(Faint and cold this mortal clay,)
Kind Forerunner, sooth my tears,
Light me through the darksome
way :
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
2 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire,
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell tor ever,
Dwell ou each immortal wire.
3 From the sparkling turrets there,
O t I'll trace my pilgrim way,
Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night, and cloud by day,
While my triumphs
At my Leader's feet I lay.
4 And when mighty trumpet*
blown,
Shall the judgment dawn pro-
claim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,
With the ransotn'd,
Judge and Savior, own niy name !
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To the honor and glory of God. Let no man now tarry at home.
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And cry out, " It is he !"
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123. IhlptotheLord.
4 For thy glory we are,
Created to share
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vine :
Created again,
That our souls may remain
In time and eternity thine.
5 With thanks we approve
The design of thy love,
Which hath join'd lis in Jesus's
name ;
So united in heart,
That we never can part,
Till we meet at the feast of the
Lamb.
6 There, there at his feet,
W< shall suddenly meet,
And be parted in body no more!
We shall sing to our lyres,
With the heavenly choirs,
And our Savior in glory adore.
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The work will be done
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His standard to join ;
Our slackness will meet its re-
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A wo they will find,
"Who tarry behind,
Nor go to the help of the Lord.
4 Then cast off delay,
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When o'er the <iark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish,
We fly to our Maker — " Save, Lord ! or we perish !"
8 Oh, Jesus ! once to*s'd on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shrink of despair from thy pillow,
Now, sealed in glory, the mariner cherish,
Wio cries in his danger — " Save. Lord ! or we perish !"
3 And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is racing,
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Bebuke the destrover — " Save, Lord : cr we perish !'*
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1 Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way ;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting iu his courts to-day:
Day of all the week the best ;
Emblem of eternal rest —
Day of all the week the best ;
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek suppliesof grace,
Thro' the dear Redeemer's name ;
Show thy reconciling fact1 —
Take away our sin and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee —
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.
3 Here we come thy name to
praise,
Let us tecl thy presence near;
May thy plory meet our ey*rs.
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us. Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast —
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound,
Conquer sinners, comfort sairus ;
Make the fruits of grace abound
Bring relief from all complaints.
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above —
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above,
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1 Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,
To Bethlehem haste, the Prince of life to meet;
To you, this day, is born a Prince and Savior:
O come, let us worship at his feet.
2 Jesus, our Savior, for such condescension,
Our praise and our reverence are an offering meet;
Now is the word made flesh, and dwells among us:
O come, let us worship at his ieet.
3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
And let the celestial courts his praise repeat;
Give to our Savior glory in the highest:
O come, let us worship at his feet.
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Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see,
No longer in misery now.
No longer a sinner like me.
3 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, nor shaken with
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And never shall vex him again :
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4 This languishing head is at rest,
Its thinking and aching are o'er ;
This quiet, immoveable breast
Is heaved by affliction no more :
This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain ;
Tt ceases to flutter and beat,
It never shall flutter again.
5 The lids lie so seldom could
close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
N ' a aid in their mortal repose,
Have strangely forgotten to weep!
These fountains can yield no sup-
plies :
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free :
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eyes,
And evil they never shall see.
6 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I
breathe,
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And press to the issues of death ;
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My spirit created anew,
My flesh be consign'd to the tomb,
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1 TnRo' all the changing scenes
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In trouble atH in joy,
TIih praises of my Und shall still
My lit-art and tongue employ.
-' Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are d is t rest
From my example comfort take,
Ami charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hos's of God encamp
around
The dwellings of the jusr :
Deliverance he affords to all,
Who on his succor trust.
4 C mak but trial of his love, —
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How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
5 Fear him, ye saints ; and you
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Have nothing else to fear:
Make vo his service vour de-
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130. O'er mountain tops.
1 O'er mountain tops the mount
of God
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the w mderiug eyes.
2 To this the joyful i ntions round,
All tribes and tong.jes shall
flow;
Up to ihe mount of God, they'll
say,
And to his house we'll go.
3 The beams that shine from
/ion's hill,
Shall lighten every 'and ;
The King who reigns in Salem>
towers,
Shall all the world command.
4 Anions »he nati.ms he shall
j n dre,
His judgments truth shall guide,
His >cepne shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
5 For peaceful implements shall
men
Exchange their swords and
spears ;
Nor shall they study war again
Throughout those happy years.
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob .
come,
To worship at his shrine ;
And. walking in the light of Cod,
Willi holy giacw suiae.
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To them that believe.
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Glad news to proclaim,
Your sins to subdue :
To you. O distressed,
Afflicted, forlorn,
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And cannot be borne.
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4 Then only believe,
And trust in his name ;
He will not receive,
Nor put you to shame ;
But fully supply you
With all things in stor: ;
Nor will he deny you
Because you are poor.
132. Following Christ.
1 Appointed by thee
We meet in thy name,
And meekly agree
To follow the Lamb ;
To trace thine1 example,
The world to disdain,
And constantly trample
On pleasure and pain.
2 O what shall we do
Our Savior to love ;
T- make us anew,
irom above:
The fruit of thy passion,
Thy holiness give !
us the salvation
Of all that believe !
3 O Jesus, appear,
No longer delay
Td sanctify here,
And bear us away:
The end of our meeting
th let us see;
Triumphantly sitting
ry with thee !
133. Tlie Fattier s Lore.
1 My Father, my God!
I long tor thy love
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Send CJrist f-om above !
art ever fainting,
He only can cheer :
And all things are wanting,
Till Jesus is here.
2 O wl tongue
Pd with thy praise !
WhL'e all the any long
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ii<nior and glory
.ners forth shew,
Till sinners adore thee,
And own thou art true.
2 Thy strength and thy power,
I now can proclaim ;
Preserved every hour
Through Jesus's name:
For thou art still by me,
And holdest my hand ;
No ill can come nigh me,
By faith while I stand.
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1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel :
Here bring your wounded hearts, — here tell your anguish.
Earth hath no Borrow that Heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, f:ght of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
"Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cauuut cure."
13G. The Dawn of Day.
1 Father of mercies, when the day is dawning,
Then will I pay my vows to thee;
Like incense wafted on the breath of morning,
My heartfelt praise to thee shall be.
S Yes — thou art near me, sleeping or waking,
Still doth thy love unchanged remain;
Where'er I wander, thy ways forsaking,
O lead me gently back again.
166
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The * o'.ce of peace sa - lutes mine ear,
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Cense lit) c plaint, suppress thy groan,
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Behold, llie precious ha I ill is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
3 Co.ne, freely come, by sin opprest,
rnbnrfhen here ihe weighty loud ;
Here find thy refuse AnA thy its:,
Safe <>u the Im>s»ui «»f thy G«»4:
Thy (io I's ihy Savior, glorious .voni,
That »heai.h» the avenger's g.tiL*rin" .sword
4 As spring the winter. — lav, the night,
Pence, sorrow'd glo • . 1 1 hi It chased away,
And smiliuii j >v, a seraph bright,
Slia I ten i I In steps an I ir;ir thee stay;
\\"iile gh»ry weaves the i m mortal crown,
Aiid wails to claim thee for her own.
168
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1 Come, thou long expected Je-
sus,
Born to set thy people free ;
From our fears and sins release
us,
Let us find our re?t in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art ;
Dear desire i#f every narion,
Joy of every longing heart.
2 Born thy people to deliver ;
Born a child, and yet a King ;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom
brins.
By thine own eternal Spirit,
rule in all our hearts alone ;
By thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Jb9. Universal Praise.
1 Praise to God, the great Crea
tor,
Bounteous source of all our joy
He whose hand upholds all na
ture,
He whose nod can all destroy-
Saints, with pious zeal attending,
Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs to heaven ascend-
ing,
Join the universal praise.
2 Round his awful footstool
kneeling,
Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here, his milder grace revealing,
Here, his wrath no thunder
rolls :
Lo. the eternal page before us,
Bears the covenant of his love;
Full of mercy to restore us,
Mercy beaming from above.
3 Every secret fault confessing,
Deeds unrighteous, tnoughts of
sin ;
Seize, O seize the proffer'd bless-
ing,
Grace from God, and peace
within :
Heart and voice with rapture
swelling
Still the song of glory raise ;
On the theme immortal dwelling
Join the universal praise.
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740. The livrden nf Sin.
1 \b ! whi her thou Id I go,
Hurden'd, ami ~irk. and ainf !
To •rlioiii BhouM I my trouble*
show.
And pour out my complaint ?
S Mj Savior bids me come,
Ah ' why no I de ay '
Be mils 'he nreary sinner home,
And yet from him I May !
3 What is it keeps mp hack
FrOfH which I cannot part ?
Which will not let the Savior
take
Possession of my heart 1
4 Some cursed Thine unknown,
Must rii rely lurk wtthi i ;
Some idol winch I will not own,
Some seciet bosom-sin.
5 .I"sus, the hinderance show,
Which I have fear'd to cee :
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me hack from thee.
6 Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy Frying power display ;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.
7 I now believe in thee
Compaction reigns alone ;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done !
3 In me is all the bar,
Which thou wouldst fain re-
move :
Remov» it. and I shad declare
That God is only love.
141. Uncertainty nf Life.
1 To-morrow, Lord, is thine,
Lodged in thy sovereign hand ;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It ■bines by thy command.
2 The present moment nVs,
A ml hear* our li*'e ,u\ ny ;
0 make thy servants truly wise,
That they may iive to-day.
■n this winced hour
Eternity h hung.
Waken by thine almighty power
The aged and the young.
4 One thins demands our care ;
Oh, be it still pursued —
Lest, Plighted once, the season
lair,
Should never be renew'd
5 To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light.
Lest life's young golden beam
should die
In sudden, endless night.
14*2. The Stream nf lAfe.
1 Hn.v swift the torrent rolls,
That hastens to the sea ;
How strung the tide that bean
our souls
On — to eternity !
2 Our faMiers, where are thev ?
Wi,!, all they call'd their own;
Their joys and griefs, and hope*
and cares
And wealth and honor, gone!
3 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell ;
Nor n her heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.
4 (Tod of our fathers, hear.
Thou everlas ing Friend !
While we, on iife's extrt^ea
verge,
Our souls to thee commend.
5 Or all the pious dead
Mav we the -not steps trace,
Till with them in the land of ligt '.
We dwell beiore thy face.
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(place, But strangers and pilgrims our-selves we con - fess.
2 At Jesus's call
We give up our all,
And still we forego
For Jesus' sake, our enjoyments
below ;
No longing we find
For the country behind ;
But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a coun-
try above.
3 A country of joy,
Without any alioy ;
We thither repair :
Our hearts and our treasure al-
ready are there:
We march hand in hand
To Immanuers land ;
No matter what cheer
We meet with on earth, for eter-
nity's near !
4 The rougher the way,
The shorter our stay ;
The tempests that rise,
Shall gloriously hurry our souls
to the skies :
The fiercer the blast,
The sooner 'tis past ;
The troubles thai come,
ShaJ come to our rescue, and
hasten us home.
144. The New Year.
1 Come, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round "with the year,
And never stand still till the Mas-
ter appear !
H^ adorable will
Let us gladly fulfil,
And our talent* improve,
By the patience of hope and the
labor ot' love.
2 Our life as a dream,
Our time as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses
to stay ;
The arrow is flown,
The moment is cone :
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eter
nity's here !
3 O that each in the day
Of his coming may say
" 1 have fought my way thro',
I havt fiuish'd the work ihou didst
give me to do '"
O that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
" Well and faithfully don* '
Enter inr< my joy, and sit down
on my throne.'
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1 Whevce those sounds sym-
phonious ?
Solemn, sweet, and rare,
Music most harmonious,
Filling all the air :
Hark ! 'tis angels singing,
Singing here on earth :
Joyful tidings bringing
Of the Savior's birth.
2 In that region yonder,
Where the angels sing,
Bursts of" joy ami wonder
Make the air to ring :
"Praise and adoration
Be to God above :
And to man, salvation,
Object of his love."
3 Now ye heavens, sing ye ;
Earth, break forth and cry ;
O ye mountains, ring ye
With the sound of joy ;
For the Lord has done it:
His the victory,
His own arm has won it :
Israel shall be free.
146. The Fall of Idols.
1 Hark ! the sounds of gladness
From a distant shore j
Like relief from sadness,
Sadness, now no more :
'Tis the Lord has done it,
He has won the day,
His own arm has won it,
Joyful let us say.
2 Idols lately bow'd to,
Lie by all abhorr'd ;
And the people crowd to
Tempted of the Lord :
What a change ! how glorioUi!
Lord, thine arm is strong,
Thou hast proved victorious,
Though the fight was long.
3 Long the foe resisted,
Loth to yield his prey ;
Every power enlisted,
And maintain'd the day:
But his arm is shatter'd,
And the slaves are free ;
All his force is scatter'd ;
Glory, Lord, to thee.
4 Hence those sounds of gladness
From a distant shore ;
Then away with sadness,
And despond no more:
Ye who mourn with Zion,
And her welfare seek,
Think of Judah's lion,
Never faint nor weak.
5 When he wakes from slumber,
And puts on his might,
What is force or number
Match'd with him in fight?
When his foes assemble,
Hoping to prevail,
Soon the valiant tremble,
And the mighty fail.
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stood,
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conflict past.
Thy potent arm has held me fast,
And thou wilt save me to the last,
My Savior !
9 And when I reach the happy
shore,
T hope to rest, but not before,
And never to offend thee more,
My Savior!
143. TJie Sacred Season.
1 IIait., sacred season ! peaceful
day !
Bv God himself ordain'd and
bless'd ;
A foretaste in a weary way,
Of endless rest.
2 Spirit of heavenly grace, de-
scend,
Breathe on this sinful heart of
mine ;
And as 1 trust thee for my friend,
Give life divine.
3 De%-oted day of calm repose,
Close of creation, sweetly bless'd,
A pause to labor,— balm of woes—
An hour of rest.
4 Great Spirit, who ordain'd and
bletU'd,
Shed on this heart its tranquil
powers ;
And teach my bosom how to rest
In sacred hours.
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3 Lord, rise in thy all-conquering
grace,
Thy mighty power display :
One b»'am of glory from thy
lace,
Can drive my foes away.
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ft :
Dear Savior, enter in
And guard the passage to my
heart,
And keep out every sin.
151. Pleasures Unseen.
1 Oh, could our thoughts and
wishes fly,
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond
tl.e sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !
There joys, unseen by mortal
eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever b.ooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.
2 Lord, send a beam of light di-
vine,
To guide our upward aim !
With one nviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
Then shall, on faith's sublimest
wing,
Our ardent wishes rise
To those bright scenes, where
pleasures spring,
Immortal in the skies _
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158. Faith fainting.
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Attend to my sorrows and eries —
My groaniugs that cannot be
told.
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My hold of thy promise to keep,
The billows more fiercely return,
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deep :
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sight,
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roar, —
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quite ;
Thy God will be gracious no
more."
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s'uzn'd
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah ! tell me how is it 1 rind
Some pleasure in wailing for
thee !
Almighty to rescue thou art :
Thy grace is my shield and my
tower :
Come, succor and gladden my
heart, —
Let this be the day of thy power.
153. Faith conquering.
1 Tun moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucified God,
Ills pardon at once he receives, —
Redemption in lull through his
blood:
Though thousands and thousands
Of IOCS
Against lilrti in malice unite,
Their rage he through Christ can
oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
2 The faith, that unites to the
Lamb,
And brings such Salvation as
tliis,
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The work of God's Spirit it is ;
A principle, active and young,
That lives under pressure and
load ;
That makes out of weakness more
strong,
And draws the soul upward to
God.
3 It treads on the world and on
hell ;
It vanquishes death and despair;
And oh ! let us wonder to tell,
It overcomes heaven by prayer;
Permits a vile worm of the dust,
With God to commune as a
friend :
To hope ins forgiveness as just,
And look for his love to the end
4 It says to the mountains, l De-
part,"
That stand betwixt God and
the soul ;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded con
sciences whole ;
Bids sins of a crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as
white ;
And raises the sinner on high,
To dwell with the angels of light.
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154. .4 Revival.
1 Hark! hear the sound,
On earth 'tis found ;
My soul delights to hear
Of dying love,
And pardon bought so dear.
2 God's minister?.
Like flaming ilres.
Are passing through the land ;
The voice I hear,
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Kin? Jesus is at hand."
3 God's people shine,
With grace divine,
They're .sanctified by truth ;
The saints, in prayer.
Cry. ;- Lord, draw near ;
Have mercy on our youth."
4 Convinced of sin,
Men now begin
To call upon the Lord ;
Trembling they pray,
And mourn tlw daj .
In which they scoru'd nis word.
5 Young converts sing,
And praise tlieir King,
And bless God's holy name;
While older saints,
True penitents,
Rejoice to join the theme.
6 God grant a shower
Of his great power,
On every barden'd heart;
Who earnestly
Do mourn and" cry,
That they may have a part.
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Evert thy power,
To melt each" stubborn heart;
In those that bleed,
Let love succeed,
And holy joys impart.
8 Come, lovely yorth,
Embrace the truth.
And pray with one accord ;
faints, raise your songs,
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2 There is a place where Jesus 2 While streams which on that
sheds tide depend,
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A place than all besides more away ;
sweet — And on this desert world descend,
It is the blood bought Mercy Seat. Over our barren land to stray.
3 There is a scene where spirits 3 The pilgrim faint, and near to
blend, sink,
Where friend holds fellowship Beneath his load of earthly wo,
with friend: Refreshed beneath its verdant
Tho' sunder'd far— by faith they • brink,
Rejoices in its gentle flow.
Around one common Mercy Seat.
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4 Ah ! whither could we flee for
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When tempted, desolate, dis- spring;
niay'd — To drink the crystal wave ; and
Or how the host of hell defeat, there,
Had Buffering saints no Morcy To lave thy wounded, weary
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5 There ! there, on eagle wing we 5 It may be, that the waft of love
soar, Some leaves on that pure tide
And sin and sense seem all no bath driven ;
more, Which passing from the chores
And heaven conies down our souls above,
to greet, Have floated down to us from
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat. heaven.
6 Oh, let niv hand forget her 6 So shall thy wants and woes be
skill, " heal'd.
My tongue be silent, cold and still, By the blest influence they bring ;
This bounding heart forget to So thy parcii'd lips shail be un-
heal, fceal'd,
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With love to all our race ;
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155. Our Great High Priest,
A Jloraviun Mjmn.
Go up, with shouts of praise !
Go up, High Priest, to heaven !
Who hast the ransom'd race
Upon thy heart engraven :
Though seated on thy throne,
Tboudeign'st to hear our prayer;
Nor art ashamed to own,
That we thy brethren are.
159. BouglU with Blood.
JMoratian.
1 We. sinners, void of good,
Denied by sin, and slahTd,
Vet bought With .lesjs' blood,
Who our salvation gain'd,
As helpless, vile and poor,
Appear before his lace,
And humbly him adore,
For our blest lot of grace.
2 When we thy mercy weigh,
By nails and scourges torn,
Our debt immense !o pay. —
With tears we bow and mourn:
Thy pain, thy Stripes and wounds.
Thy death, thou slaughter'd
Lamb,
Whence all our bliss redounds,
Oar gratelul praises claim.
3 Ftcrnal thanks be thine,
Author of all our joys !
Thou didst our hearts incline
To hear thy gracious voice :
We are thy property ;
O may we thine abide ;
This is our only plea,
That thou for us hast died.
160. Trusting in Grace.
1 Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure trust and care,
Who earth and heaven com~
mauds ;
Who points the clouds their
course,
Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
2 Thou on the Lord rely,
Bo safe shall thou go on ;
Fix on his work thine eye,
c>o shall thy work be done :
No profit canst thou gain,
By self-consuming care ;
To him commend thy cause,
He hears the softest prayer.
3 Thine everlasting truth,
Father, thy ceaseless love,
Sees all our warns, and knows
What best for each will prove;
And w hatso'er thou wiil'st,
Thou dost, O King of kings !
Whate'er thy wisdom choose,
Thy power to being bring>.
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1 Skk, what a living Stone
The budders did refllM '.
Yet <;<.<! ii.uli built Jiis church
thereon,
In spite of envious Jews-
2 The Scribe and angry P.ijst
Reject *hiue only Sou :
Yel on this Iv<u :k *ha i Zior, rest,
As the chief corner stum.
3 The work. O Lord, is time,
And wondrous in our eyos ;
This day declares k all divine ;
This day did Jesus rise.
4 This is the glorious day,
That our Redeemer made :
Let us rejoice, and sine, and pray;
Let ad the church be glad.
5 flosanna to the King
Of David's royal Mood :
Bless him. ye mints; He comes
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Salvation from your God.
6 We bless thine holy word,
Which all this grace displays ;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.
They rather choose the way that's
wide,
And strive to think it best.
4 EncOfnpm*d by a throng,
On numbers they depend ;
They >a\ , so many can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end.
5 Rut hear the Savior's word, —
• S rive for the heavenly gate,
Many will call upon the Lord,
And find their cries too late."
6 Obey the gospel call,
And enter while you may:
The dock of Christ is always
small.
And none are safe but they.
7 Lord, open sinner's eyes,
Their awful state to see ;
And make them, ere the storm
arise,
To thee for safety flee.
16'2. Self Denial.
1 Pestiuction's dangerous road
What multitudes pursue !
While that which leads the soul
u> God,
Is known or sought by few.
2 Heliovers find the way
Through Christ, the living gate;
But those who hate this holy way
Complain it is too strait.
3 Tf self must be denied,
And sin no more caress'd,
163. A Thankful Song.
1 Prepare a thankful sons
To the Redeemer's name ;
Let his high praise employ our
tongue,
And every heart inflame.
2 He laid his dory by,
And bitter ptius endured ;
That rebels such as you and T,
From wrath might be secured.
3 The Holy Ghost he sends,
Our stubborn souls to move :
To make his enemies his friends,
And conquer them by love.
4 Assured that Christ our King
Will put. our foes to flight ;
Wf on the field of battle sing,
And triumph while we tight.
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1 Think earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
we love ;
Hut there's a noMer rest above :
To thai our longing souls a-pire,
Willi ardent pangs of strong de-
sire.
2 No more fatigue, no more dis-
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Nor sin nor hell shall reach the
pace ;
No groans to mingle with the
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3 No rude alarms of railing foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded
sun,
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world
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J 65. Thy Kingdom Come.
1 Ascend thy throne, Almighty
King,
And spread thy glories all abroad ;
Let thy own arm salvation hri :iir.
And be thou known, the gracious
God.
2 Let millions bow before thy
seat ;
Let humble mourners seek thy
face ;
166. The Departing Moment.
1 Absent from flesh! O blissful
thought !
What unknown joys this moment
brings !
Freed from the mischief sin hath
wrought.
From pains and tears and all their
springs.
2 Absent from flesh ! illustrious
day !
Surprising scene ! triumphant
stroke !
That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my letters broke.
3 Absent from flesh ! then rise,
ray boul !
Where feet or wings could never
climb,
Beyond the heavens where pla
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Measuring the cares and joys of
time.
4 T go where God and elory shine :
His presence makes eternal day:
My a I that's mortal I resign,
For Jesus waits and points the
way.
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1 Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song ;
Ye pilgrims, In Jehovah's ways,
With music pa-a along.
2 How straight the path appears,
How open and bow fair :
No lurking pins to entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.
3 Hut flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring ;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions cing.
4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise ;
And brighter crowns than mortals
wear,
Which sparkle thro' the skies.
5 All honor to his name,
Who marks the shining wav !
To him who leads the wanderers
on
To realms of endless day !
1G8. Autumn.
1 Sweet sabhath of the year !
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps met hi nke I hear
Steal from the world away !
2 Amid thy silent bowers,
"Pis sad, but sweet to dwell;
Where Hilling haves and droop-
i 1 1 lt flowers
Around me breathe— Farewell.
3 Alonir thy sunset skies,
Their glories melt in shade;
And like the things we fondly
prize,
Seem lovelier as they fade.
4 A deep and crimson streak
Thy dying leaves disclose ;
As on consumption's waning
cheek,
Mid ruin, blooms the rose.
5 Thy scene each vision brings
Of beamy in decay ;
Of fair and early-faded things,
Too exquisite to stay.
6 Of joys that come no more ;
Of flowers whose bloom is fled;
Of farewells wept upon the shore;
Of friends estranged or dead,
7 Of all that now may seem
To memory's tearful eye,
The vanished beauty of a" dream,
O'er which wo gaze and sigh.
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1 A debtor to mercy alone, —
Of eov< riant mercy 1 sing :
Nor fear, with thy righteousness
on.
Mv person and offering to
bring:
The terrors of law and of God
With me can have nothing to
- do;
Ify Savior's obedience and blood
MideaM my transgression*; from
2- The wo k which his goodness
began,
The arm of his strength will
complete :
His promise is Vea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet :
Things future, nor tilings that are
n«>w. —
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Can make him his purpose foreso,
Or sever my soul from his love.
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In mark- of indelible £rra~e :
Y - : I to the end shall endure,
' - e ire as the earnest is given :
More happy, but not more secure,
The glorified spirits in heaven.
170. JVorship.
Tnts God is the God we adore.
Our faithful, unchangeable
frieud ;
Whose love is as large as his
power.
And neither knows measure
nor end :
'Tis Jesus, trie rirst and the last,
Wliose Spirit shall guide us
; me ;
We'll praise him for all that is
past.
And trust him for all thai'? to
come.
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171. Longing for Rest.
1 Wretched, helpless, and dis-
trest.
Ail ! whither sliail T fly ?
Ever gasping after lest,
I cannot rind it nidi :
Naked. >ick. aiiti poor, and blind,
Last bound in sin and misery;
Friend of sinners, let me rind
My help, my all in thee !
2 1 am a!! unclean, unclean,
Thy purity I want ;
My w hole heart is sick of sin,
And ray whole head is faint:
Full of putrefy ins sores,
Of bruises and of wounds, my
sou!
Looks to Jesus, help implores,
And gasps to be made whole.
3 Tn the wilderness T s'ray,
My foolish heart is blind •.
Nothing do I know ; the way
Of p.aco I cannot find :
Jons. Lord, restore my siubt,
And ' the v. il away,
Turn my darkness into light ;
My midnight into day.
4 Naked of thine imnne, Lord,
Forsaken, and alone :
Unreiien'd aim unrestored,
1 have not thee put oa :
Over me thy mantle spread,
Send down thy likeness from
above ;
Let thy goodness be display'd,
And wrap me in thy love !
5 Toor. alas! thou know'st T am,
And would be poorer Mill :
See my wretchedness and shame,
Ami all my vileness feel.
No Lrood thins in me resides,
My soul is all an aching void,
Til! thy Spirit here abides,
And L am rill'd wilh God.
6 Jesus, full of truth ana grace,
In thee is all I want ;
Be tlie wanderer's resting-place,
A cordial to the faint :
Blake me rich, tor I am poor;
In tin e may ! r\v Eden rind ;
To tiie dying, health restore,
And eye-sight to the blind.
7 CSthe me with thy holiness,
Thy meek humility ;
Put on me thy glorious dress,
Endue my soul with thee:
Let thine image he restored,
Thy Name and Nature let rae
With thy fulness fill me, Lord,
And perfect me in love.
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2 But oh, what emtio term*,
What coudi seendiruj w ays,
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3 Array'.! in mortal flesh,
He liki inda ;
And rjoMs I
And pardons in bis hands :
Commission1
Hi> Father's throne,
To make ilis g
To mortals known.
4 Great Prophet of my God,
My tqnguc would bless thy
name ;
By thee the joyful news
Of our sah ation came •
The joyful news
Of sins forgiven,
Of heil subdued,
And peace with heaven.
5 Be thou my Cuu7i.*rlior,
My Piitt r* and m. i
And. through this desert land,
Still keep me near thy side :
O let my feet
Ne'er run astray,
IS'or rove, nor n i k
The crooked way !
€ I love my Shepherd's voice ;
Iiis watchful eyes shall keep
Mj wauderiug soul, among
The thousands of (i -
He feeds his flock,
He cmIIs their names ;
His bosom bears
The tender lambs
7 To this dear Surety's hand
Will 1 commit m> . .
JJe answers and fulfils
iiis Father's broken laws ;
Behold my soul
At ir- • d
M) v paid
The dreadful debt.
8 Jesus, my preal High Prirst,
I his blood aud di«d;
My fEutlty conscience seeks
.V i s>ide:
s .-i fill h.ood
Did M.it-c atone,
And now it pleads
Before the tin one.
y My A drocatr appears
Fur my defence, on hiL'h ;
The Father bows h a
And .ays his thunder by:
Not all that hell
Or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart,
His love, away.
10 >.y d«'ar, Almighty Lord,
My Cult i j meror and my King
Thy sceptre aud thy sword, —
Thy reigning grace, 1 ting
Thine is the power ;
! .; I sit,
In u illing bonds,
BeneaLh thy feeL
11 Now let my soul arise,
And tread the Ti nipterdown;
My Captain leads me torth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint
win the day,
I igh d^aih and hell
Obstruct the way.
12 Should all the hosts of death
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most rir< adful tnrms
Or ra»e and mischief on ;
I shall be sa.e—
For C
Superior power,
And guardian grace.
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1 Hirk! the voire of love and mercy,
Sod (!s aloud from Calvary !
Bee : n reodi the rocks asunder,
Bhakei tilt* ear l>, and veth the sky!
" It is Rrnah'd !" —
the dying Savior cry !
2 " Ii m fuiish'd :"— O what ptaeeure
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FinitihM ;tii thai Gud bad pro • -
Death and hell mo more shall aweaj
" It is finuh'ri ." —
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draw.
4 Happy souls, approach the laofe,
Nr'hing** half to sweet and pleasant
As i' - 9 ' - ; and blood >
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Christ has borne the heavy load.
5 Tune fow harps anew, re seraphs,
Join • - - lini me ;
An oji earth, aril ail ia baarno,
J .in
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Giofj ki the hlofidini Lamb
J?4. TJie Judgment.
1 Pee the eternal Judge descending,
Sealed on hu Pall ***% throne :
Now, poor turner, Christ shall .-how
thee
Ho is the etei
Trumpets call thee !
Come, io bear thy awful doom .
2 Hear the sinner thlM lamenting,
Al the thought! of future pain ;
C.i's and lean lie now is venting.
But he crief and weepa in vain:
Greatly moumiug
That lie ne'er was. born again.
3 "Yonder aland* the glorious Savior,
With tin* rnarki of dying love;
Oh. that I had imuaht his favor,
vf \ felt his Spirit move !
Doomed j' -
Fur I liave ugaiufl bim strove.
4 "All Ira vramhura T have slisrhted,
Wh - . soul;
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How oeglected did they rod '.
5 "Yondei tiand my godly neighbors,
tYho wete once li.spisud by me;
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6 " Bpirit*, hail : who dwell in dark-
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Christ Iiiis dow denounced our nea-
fei.i'f.
We in Kt dwell in endless pains:
Awfu judgment '
Hope will ne'er return again."
7 Vow, deepiasra, look and wonder!
Hope ind einnera hero must part;
L"i!.ier than a pea! of thunder,
!i«ar the dreadful sound, 'Depart!*
i.ost, for ever!
llow it quails the sinner's heart I
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1 Happy sou!, thy days am ended,
All thy mourning days Mow ;
Go. hy an«el guards attended,
To i lie sight of Jesus go.
Hallelujah. Jcc.
2 \V. in<i to receive thy spirit,
Ln ! tlic Savior stands above ;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Beaches out the crown of love.
3 Stni22lo through thy latest pas-
sion.
To th; iirrat Redeemers breast ;
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting re.>i.
4 For the joy ho sets before thee,
B**ar a momentary pain ;
Din to live a life of plory :
SulFer, with iliy Loid lo reign.
175. Ho^inna to Christ.
1 Hail! thou once despised Jr-sus,
Hail, thou everlasting Ki;>£:!
Thou didst suffer to redeem us ;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
2 Hail, thou agonizing Savior,
Bearer or' our sin and shame ;
By thy merits we rind favor :
Life is given through thy name.
3 Paschal Lamb, bv God appoint
ed,
All our sins on time were laid:
By almighty love anointed,
Then hast full atonement made
4. .A II thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of thy hlood,
Opened is tiie pale of heaven ;
Peace is made 'twi.U man and
G< d.
-. hail 1 enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide !
All the heavemy host adore thee,
Seated at thy Fathers :?ide :
6 There for sinners thou art
pleading,
There »Jm»u dost our place pre-
pare :
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
7 Worship, honor, power, and
blessi ..
Thou art worthy to receive ;
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
S Help, ye bright anaelic spirits,
Brinii vour sweetest, noblest
lays :
Help to sing our Savior's merits ;
Help to chant lmmanu J's
praise.
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177. Sickness and Recover*, 178. View of the Cross.
1 Firm w a< my health, my day 1 Wnwn I the blest R(
WRK ' mv,
And I (iMMuu-d 'twould ne'er be All Meedinp on the accursed tree;
"iL'lit : Batan and sin no more can move,
Fondly 1 raid within my heart, Tor J ai.. all traasfonn'd to love.
11 Pleasure and peace shall ne'er
part."
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strung, in every proan I bear a part ;
Which ii ad.- my mountain stand J view his wounds w itn streaming
eyes,
Srion as i iy lace began to hide, But see ! he bows his head and
My health was pone, toy comforts dies !
died.
3 I cried aloud to dree, my God, 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb
UWJMM canst thou profit by my of God,
bh> d ? Wounded and dead, and bathed
Deep in the dust, can I declare in blood !
Thy truth, or sing thy goodness Behold his side, and venture near,
there ? The spring of endless life is here.
4 "Hear me, O God of grace, "I
said, 4 Here I forget my cares and
u And bring me from among the pains:
dead " Idrink,yet still my thirst remains;
Thy wo: d rebuked the pains 1 felt, Only the fountain-ln-ad above,
Thy pardoning love removed my Can satisfy the thirst of love.
guilt.
5 My gmans, and tears, and forms 5 Oh, that I thus could always
of wo feel '.
Are turn'd to joy and praises now; Lord, more and more thy love re-
1 throw my sackcloih on the veal !
ground, Then my glad tongue shall loud
.And ease and gladness gird me proclaim
round. The grace and glory of ihy name.
6 My tnnpue, the glory of my
frame! G Thy name dispels my guilt and
Shall ne'er be heedless of thy fear,
name ; Revives my heart, and charms
Thy praise shall sound through my ear :
earth and heaven, Affords a balm for every wound,
For sickness heal'd, and sins for- Then I with love thy praise re-
given, sound.
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170. Social Worship.
1 How lovely the place where \hn Savior appears,
To those who believe in his word ;
Bis preset e disperses my iorrowt and fears,
And bids me rejoice in my Lord.
2 A day in his courts, than a thousand beside,
Is better and lovelier far —
My >oul hi '• here the wicked reside,
And ail their delights I abhor.
3 Lord ! <rive me a place with the humblest of saints,
For low at thy feel I would lie ;
I know that thou Dearest my feeble complaints ;
Thou Dearest the young raven's cry.
4 Give strength to the souls that now wait upon thee,
O 1 come, in thy chariot of love ;
From earth's vain enchantments, O ! help us to flee,
And to set our alTections above.
180. Contrition.
1 O God of salvation, in mercy attend
The voice of contrition and wo ;
While a suppliant knee at thy footstool we bend,
Thy pardon and favor bestow.
2 And may we, kind Father, stiil hope in thy grace?
And may we stil! seek t;iee in prayer ?
With the heirs of thy love wilt thou give us a place,
And grant us thy presence to share ?
3 Unworthy, unholy, and sinful we are;
Forgetful of mercies received :
From the paths of thy children we've wander'd afar,
And often thy spirit have grieved.
4 O jrrant us repentance for every misdeed,
And help us our ways to amend ;
With the erace of thy Spirit supply us in need ;
In every temptation defend.
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1 THE fields are all white, the harvest is near,
The reapers now with their sharp sickles appear,
To reap down the wheat and gather in barns,
While wild plants of nature are suffcrM to burn,
2 Come, then, O my soul, meditate on that day,
When all things in nature shall cease and decay;
When the trumpet shall sound, and the angels appear,
To reap down the earth, both the wheat and the tare.
3 But hear the sad cry that ascendsto the sky,
Of those in distress and have no where to fly;
But will call on the rocks and the mountains to fall
On their naked souls, to conceal them withall.
4 But 'twill be in vain, for the mountains must flee,
The rocks fly like hailstones and shall no more be;
The earth too shall quake, and the seas shall retire,
And this solid world shall then be on fire.
5 Then, O wretched mortals, look up and espy,
The glorious Redeemer descend from the sky,
On a chariot of fire to the earth lie is bound,
With a guard of bright angels attending around.
6 " Come hither, ye nations, your sentence receive,
No more shall my spirit now strive and be grieved;
My judgment is right, and my sentence is just,
Come hither, ye bless'd; but depart all ye cursed!"
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Wandering through tin- glooflly vale ?
Knrtw'st thou not 'i is lull of danger,
And will not iliy emirate fail ?
Nn : I'm !»ouimI tor the kingdom ;
Will you g* to »lory with Btel
Hallelujah ! Praise ye the Lord.
2 Pilerim thou dost justly tail me,
Travelling through this lonely void ;
Bui no iil shall e'er befall me.
While I'm l>lc>r with such a aim*.
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Hence for thee my fears arise ;
If some guardian power defend thee,
'Tis unseen by mortal eyes :
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4 Yes, unseen ; but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attend ;
He'll in every strait relieve me,
He will guide me to the end :
For I am bound for the kingdom, Ice
5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee,
Darkly rolling through the vale ;
Should its boisterous waves roll o'er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail ?
No ! I'm bound for the kingdom, fee
6 No : that stream has nothing frightful,
To its brink my step* I'll bend ;
Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful;
There my pilgrimage will end.
For I'm bound for the kingdom, &.C.
7 While T gazed, with speed surprising,
Down the vale she plunged from sight
Gazing still, 1 saw her rising,
Like an aniiel clothed in light !
Oh, she's gone to the kingdom, —
Will you follow her to glory?
Hallelujah ! Praise ye the Lon?.
INDEX TO THE TUNES IN VOLUME II.
Alma, 7s.
Amherst, H. M. - - -
Asylum, 7, 6 & 8. - - -
Athens, C. M. D. - - -
Averno, L. M. - - - -
Baltimore, S. M. - - -
Bethel, II & 8. - - - -
Brookrield, L. M. - - -
Calvary, 8, 7 & 4. - - -
Chapel, 8 & 7. - - - -
Cheshunt, 5 & 6. - - -
Chester, L. M. - - - -
China, C. M. - - - -
Chris: ian Mariner, II. M.
ColesbiJI, C. M. - - -
Come, ye Disconsolate, -
Compassion, L. M. D. -
Coronation, C. M. - -
Corydon, 8s. - - - -
Creation, 6 & 4. - - -
Devonshire, 5 & 6. - -
Dirge, 10s.
Disciple, 8 & 7. - - -
Doxolojiy, C. M. - - •
Dying Christian, lis.
Eden of Love, - - - -
Evening, -
Evening Hvmn, L. M. -
Female Pilgrim, 8 & 7. -
Friendship, 8 & 7. - -
Gethsemane, 8 & 7. - -
Gospel Call, 8, 7 & 4- -
Grareful Memory, C. M. -
Hamilton, lis. - - - -
Hampton, 7s. - - - -
Harvest, Us. - - - -
Harwich, 5 & 6. - - -
Haweis, CM.- - - -
Haydn's, 8 & 7. D. - -
Hermit, 12s. - - - -
Highgate, 5 & 11. - - *
Hinton, Us. ... -
Huntley, 6s. ....
Kelly, 6 & 5. - - - -
Kent, C. P. M.
Kentucky, S. M. - - -
Kershaw, 8, 7 & 4. - -
Kingswood, 7, fi & 8.
Laight Street, 8s. - - -
Lambeth, 8s. - - - -
Lena, 8 & 7, - - - -
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■ 132
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Leoni, 6, 8 & 4. - - -
Liberty, L. M. D. - - -
Livingston, S. M. D. - -
Lonsdale, S. P. M. - -
Love Divine, 8 & 7. - -
Luther's Hymn, 8 & 7.
Mas-viand, S. M. ■ - -
Mi(ll!!rt«1wn, 7s. - - -
Mil-rrove, 7. G & 8. - -
Missionary, C. M. - -
Montgomery, 8 & 3. - -
Monthly Concert, 7 &. 6.
Mornimr Hymn, L. M. -
Mount Vernon, 7 £c 0.
Mount Zion, 88, - -
Newton, L. M. - -
N.'.v Years Day, 5& 11.
Night thought, C. M.
Nothing true but Heaven,
Ocean, 8 & 7. - - - -
0;,1 German, 5 & 11. - -
Ohniitz, S. M. - - - -
Uundell, 8 6c 7. - - -
Paradise, C. M. - - -
Portuguese Ilvmn, - -
Uueeusborough, 8 & 7. D.
Itaptu/e, C. P. M. - - -
... Rome, ft&7. D. - - -
12G Sabbath Morning, 8, 7 &, 4.
7:? Sacred Hours, 8 So 7.
Saturday N i ^r 1 1 1 , 7s. - -
Save, Lord, or we perish,
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Supplication, 7 &z. G. - -
Tabor, 5, 6 & 9. - -
50 The D.-aih pnmi, 12s.
58 Triumph. 7 &&' - - -
168 True Penitent, 4 & G. -
154 Voice of Peace, - - -
140 Waisaw. II. M. - - -
Washington, U. M. - -
1— Wli! [.'field, ». M. - - -
174 Wicklow, 7 & 4. - - -
102 Wiltshire, C. M. - - -
i< WiurhestiT, lis. - - -
68 Windham. L. M. - - -
198 Woburn, L. M. - - -
145 World, adieu, 7s. - - -
181 Zephyr, L. M. - - - -
130,
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- 44
- 70
- 194
- 124
- 82
- 4G
- 170
- Ii4
- 116
- 98
- 176
- 94
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- 180
- 196
- 186
- 172
- 18
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- 37
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- 204
- 118
- 152
- 106
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- 78
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- 190
- 76
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INDEX TO THE MYNMS IN VOLUME II.
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Ahs'-m fri.m flesh ! O blissful IW
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A debtor to mercy i
A\\ '. lovely ;i|)|i< ;;i at
Ah : w hithei Klin ild I no
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All plory and p
An hail il.e pou er of Jesus'
All ye lhaf | »; i — by
Almighty Maker of my frame IX
Although the \ iue its fruit 6
And am I only born to die 10:
And < ;m it be tliat I should
I. nid thus
And \\ ill tli. .11 y,-, Ue found
Appointed by tliee, we sieet
Arise, my soi;l, arise
An-.-, inv >..iil, with rapture 121
Ascend ihy Uin ue, Almighty IDS
Awake, my soul, a-..d with 121
A wny with oui 111
Begin, my soul, the exalted lay 6
I tire the *onf of peace 53
Blest Comforter divine 189
Broad is the road tliat leads '.)"
Qnme aw ay t<> the >!\ies Ml
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1 let us anew
( (hi m , lei us anew
Cum. li i m anse
Ctmie, l<t us ascend.
( Some, si;iuii>. attend
Come, thou fount of every
Come, Uioii long expected
( '■•me, > e disconsolate
Qnme, ye Burners, poor and
(.'•Miie, ye weary sinners, come
Commit thou ,-i!i thy "fiefs
Pesi ruction's diiu-ii'iuiis road
Down :o the tomb mir brother
Draw n i _i 1 1 to us. Jehovah
F.mompnss'd with clouds
Earth, with her ten thousand
Ere I sleep, lor every favor
Father of eternal giace
Father of our dying I.^rd
Father of mercies, w en
Fear ve, beiieatli tin: torturing 2.
Few aie our days, those, lew IH2
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to the winds thy fears 53
Glory to Jesus for bis love 1*27
to thee, my Cod, this 123
Go to dark Gethseirtane 21
Go up with shouts of praise IK)
(.'real Cod, to th< B my evening 123
Greal God, what do I 4?
Greal High Priest, we view 75
(Iieat K< ileemer, friend of 31
Hail, my ever blessed Jesus 23
Mail, Bacred >« asou, peaceful 177
Hail the day that saw him 115
.Hail, thou happy morn 79
176 Hail, thou puce despised Jesus 205
81 1 Happy soul, thy days are 205
Hark ! hear the sound 185
Hark, the sounds of gladness 175
Hark! the voice of love 203
Hark ! what celestial notes 27
Head of the church 137
Hither, ye faithful, haste 153
How can I sleep while angels li)
How firm a foundation 129
How lovely the place where 209
How pleasant 'tis to see 125
How pleased and biest was T 125
How sweet to reflect on tiiose 93
How swiU the torrent lolls 171
173 i have fought the rood fight
140 In loim I loug had how'd
] J'1 In sleep's s< rene oblivion
jfjl l> there no hope, 0 sinner
107 I will In-arken what the Lord
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](,."; Jesus, lull of all compassion
13 Jesus, I my cross have* taken
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Jesus, the name Jii^li over all
Jesus, thy love shall we forget
Join all the glorious names 200
Let the wor.d their virtue 117
Lift your heads, ye friends G9
Light of those whose dreamy 31
Love divine, all love excelling 83
My Father, my God, 161
My soul's ;ull of glory 87
Not all the blood of beasts 49
Now. e'en now, I yield 77
Now let our voices join 195
Firm was my health, my day 207'O'er mountain tops the mount 159
From every stormy wind " 1870 could our thoughts 179
INDEX TO THE HYMNS IN VOLUME II.
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O for a glance of heavenly day 97
O give me, Lord, my sins 133
O glorious hope of perfect love 6
O God of salvation, in mercy 209
O let me see thy light 17
One there is above all others 39
On Thibet's snow-capt 93
O thou from whom all 59
Our Captain leads us on 53
Our souls by love together 43
O what amazing words 25
O what shall I do 135
O Zion, afflicted with wave 113
Praise to God, the great J 69
Prepare a thankful song 191
Prisoners of hope, lift up 71
Quiet, L«rd. my froward 21
Safely through another week 151
Savior, canst thou love 83
Savior, Prince of Israel's race 29
Savior, richest source 75
See, how many lately bowing 139
See the eternal Judge 2U3
See the Lord of glory dying 131
See what a living stone 191
Shine, mighw God, on Zion 99
Show pity, Lord, O Lord 133
Since I've known a Savior's 11
Sing, sing his lofty praise 15
Sinner, O why so thoughtless 55
Sinners, behold that downward (51
Soft be the gently breathing 51
Sovereign of worlds above 63
Stretch d on the cross, 133
Sweet as the shepherd's 166
Sweet peace of conscience 51
Sweet sabbath of the year 195
Sweet the moments, rich 23
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope 119
Tempted, tossed, troubled 108
That we may walk with God 49
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The fields are all white, 211
The God of Abraham praise 44
The Lord is our Shepherd, 35
The moment a sinner believes IfQ
There is an hour of peaceful 5
There is a pure and peaceful 187
Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord 193
This God is ihe C«»d we adore 197
This world is all a fleeting 5
This world's not all a Meeting 5
Thou art gone to the grave 154
Thou only sovereign 51
Thou who dkdst for Peter's 143
Thou, whose almighty word 15
Thro' all the changing scenes 159
Thro' tribulation deep 13
To Father, Son, and Holy 144
To-morrow, Lord, is thine 171
To thee, in each bright 95
To the haven of thy breast 195
Wandering pilgrin is, mourning 65
Weary of struggling with 55
We, sinners, void of good 189
When earthly comforts die 17
Whence those sounds 175
When I the blest Redeemer 207
When languor and disease 119
When restless on my bed I lie 123
When shall thy love constrain 81
When the vale of death 143
When through the torn sail J49
Whither goest thou, pi'sriin 213
Why do we mourn departing 25
World, adieu, thou real cheat 29
Worthy the Lamb of boundless 72
Wretched, helpless, and 199
Ye glittering toys of earth 61
Ye people, away 147
Ye servants of God 135
Your harps, ye trembling 49
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35
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39
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67
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61
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73
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75
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