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SELECTED WITH ALTERATIONS,
BY JOHN BUTLER.
BOSTON:
Press of J. Howe, No. 39, Merchants Row.
1839.
I
I
REVIVAL HYMNS,
BACKSLIDING.
1. C. M.
1 DEAR Jesus, let thy pitying" eye
Call back a wandering1 sheep ;
False to my vows, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep.
2 Now let me be by grace restoredr
To me thy mercy shown ;
O, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 Behold me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die ;
For life, and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye.
4 Speak but the reconciling word j
Let mercy melt me down :
O, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
4 BACKSLIDING.
2. C. M.
1 O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame ;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ;
Where is the soul-refreshing view,
Of Jesus, and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still !
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest !
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
3. C. M.
1 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed !
And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree ?
Amazing pity, grace unknown !
And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
BACKSLIDING.
When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus I might hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay,
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away ;
'Tis all that 1 can do.
4. C. M.
Backsliding lamented.
1 O THAT I were as heretofore,
When, warm in my first love,
1 only lived my God t' adore,
And seek the things above.
2 Upon my head his candle shone,
And, lavish of his grace,
With cords of love he drew me on,
And half unveil'd his face.
3 Far, far above all earthly things
Triumphantly I rode ;
I soared to heaven on eagle's wings,
And found and talked with God.
4 Where am I now ? from what a height
Of happiness cast down !
The glory swallowed up in night,
And faded is the crown.
6 BACKSLIDING.
5 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain ;
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden now regain ?
0. H. M.
1 COME, heavenly peace of mind,
I sigh for thy return ;
I seek, but cannot find
The joys for which I mourn :
Ah ! where's the Saviour now,
Whose smiles I once possessed?
Till he return, I bow,
By heaviest grief oppressed ;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 I tried each earthly charm —
In pleasure's haunts 1 strayed —
I sought its s'oothing balm —
I asked the world its aid ;
But ah ! no balm it had
To heal a wounded breast ;
And I, forlorn and sad,
Must seek another rest ;
My days of happiness are gone,
And 1 am left to weep alone.
3 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah ! who can soothe his wo,
And give him sweet relief?
BACKSLIDING. 7
Thou, Jesus, canst impart,
By thy long-wished return,
Ease to this wounded heart,
And bid me cease to mourn ;
Then shall this night of sorrow flee,
And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee.
6. L. M.
1 O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight.;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
3 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford :
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
And plead the merits of thy Son.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise,
A broken heart for sacrifice.
7. L. M.
1 NOW let our faith grow strong, and rise,.
And view our Lord in all his love ;
Look back to hear his dying cries,
Then mount and see his throne abov-a.
8 BACKSLIDING.
2 See where he languish'd on the cross ;
Beneath our sins he groan'd and died ;
See where he sits to plead our cause,
By his Almighty Father's side.
3 If we behold his bleeding heart,
There love in floods of sorrow reigns ;
He triumphs o'er the killing smart,
And seals our pleasure with his pains.
4 Or if we climb the eternal hills,
Where the blest Conqueror sits enthron'dj
Still in his heart compassion dwells,
.Near the memorials of his wound.
5 How shall vile pardon *d rebels show
How much they love their dying Lord ?
In deep repentance, Lord, we bow,
We hate the sins that cost thy blood.
8. C. M.
1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood
Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd
His praises tun'd my tongue ;
And when the evening shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm ;
I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,
And lean'd upon his arm.
4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And- saw his glory shine ;
BACKSLIDING. <
And when I read his holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.
5 Now, when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
9. S. M.
Apostasy.
1 YE, who in former days,
Were found at Zion's gate ;
Who seem'd to walk in wisdom's ways,
And told your happy state ;
2 But now to sin draw back,
And love again to stray,
The narrow path of life forsake,
And choose the beaten way ;
3 Think not your names above
Are written with the saints ;
The promise of unchanging love
Is his who never faints.
4 Your transient joy and peace,
Your deeper doom have seal'd,
Unless you wake to righteousness,
Ere judgment is reveal'd.
10. lis.
JVhy sleep we ?
1 WHY sleep we, my brethren ? come, let us arise :
O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize f
10 BACKSLIDING.
Salvation is nearer ; our days are far spent s
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 j
The Spirit and Hride now in concert unite,
The weary they welcome, the careless invite.
3 O, how can we slumber ! when so much was done,
To purchase salvation, by Jesus, the Son !
Now merey is proffered, and justice displayed ;
Now God can be honored, and sinners be saved.
4 O, how can we slumber ! when death is so near,
And sinners are sinking in endless despair !
Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize,
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.
5 O, how can we slumber ! ye sinners, look round,
Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound ;
O, fly to the Saviour ; he calls you to-day,
While mercy is waiting, O, make no delay.
11. S. M.
Compassion of Christ,
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep !
And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see !
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee-
3 He wept that we might weep —
Each sin demands a tear ;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there-
UJNAWAKENED SINNERS. 11
fNAWAKENED SINNERS.
19. L. M.
One thing needful,
1 WHY will ye waste on trifling cares
The lives divine compassion spares,
While in the various range of thought
The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Shall God invite you from above,
Shall Jesus urge his dying love,
Shall troubled conscience give you pain,
And all these pleas unite in vain ?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
The objects which you now pursue ;
Not so eternity appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God ! thine aid impart
To fix conviction on the heart ;
Thou canst illume the darkest eyes,
And make the proudest scorner wise.
IS. L. M.
Tlie night comeih.
1 AWAKE, awake, my sluggish soul;
Awake, and view the setting sun ;
See how the shades of d&ath advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.
2 Death ! 'tis an awful, solemn sound;
Oh7 let it wake the slumbering ear!
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes.
With all his pale companions near.
12 UNA WAKENED SINNERS.
3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be closed, —
These friendly warnings heard no more;
Soon will the mighty Judge approach j
E'en now he stands before the door.
4 To-day attend his gracious voice ;
This is the summons that he sends—
" Awake, — for on this transient hour
Thy long eternity depends."
14. L. M.
1 HEAR, O ye careless sinners, hear!
This life is short, and death is near ;
Soon will you leave this mortal shore,
And all your gods will be no more.
2 In vain you hope in earth to find
Pleasures to satisfy the mind ;
For surely all the joys of earth
Will leave you at the hour of death.
3 O leave the world's delusive road,
And seek the favor of your God ;
He bids you welcome to a feast ;
Come, taste, and be forever blest.
15. S. M.
The suffering and glory of Christ.
1 COME, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring ;
'Tis Christ, the everlasting God,
And Christ, the man, we sing.
2 Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side ;
UNAWAKEJNED SIJNNERS. 13
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dy'd.
3 The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er his bosom roll ;
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.
4 Down to the shades of death
He bow'd his awful head ;
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.
5 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more ;
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heavens adore.
6 There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless his saints' and angels' eyes,
To everlasting days.
16. C. M.
Let the wicked forsake his way.
1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard,
'Tis mercy speaks to-day ;.
He calls you by his sovereign word
From sin's destructive way.
2 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travel all your days,
To reap immortal wo !
14 UNAWAKENED SINNERS.
3 But he that turns to God, shall live.
Through his abounding- grace :
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.
4 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin ;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.
5 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ;
He pardons like a God ;
He will forgive your numerous faults,
Through a Redeemer's blood.
17. 8. 7. 4.
1 HEAR, O sinner! mercy hails you,
Now with sweetest voice she calls ;
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls ;
Trust in Jesus,
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2 Haste ! O sinner ! to the Saviour,
Seek his mercy while you may ;
Soon the day of grace is over ;
Soon your life will pass away !
Haste to Jesus,
You must perish if you stay.
18. 8. 7. 4.
1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above !
UNA WAKENED SINJNERS. 15
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 repenting sinners — " Pardon,.
Free forgiveness in his name."
How refreshing!
Free forgiveness in his name.
19. L. M.
2 WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given ;
But soon, ah soon ! approaching night
Shall blot out ev'ry hope of freav'n.
2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave,
Before his bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear, or save,
3 In that lone land of deep despair.
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ;
No God regard your bitter prayer,
Nor Saviour call you to the skies.
4 While God invites, how blest the day I
How sweet the gospel's charming sound,
"Come, sinners, haste, Oh, haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God he's found,"
16 UNA WAKENED SINNERS.
20. P. M.
Expostulation.
1 NOW the Saviour stands a pleading",
At the sinner's hardened heart ;
Now in heaven he's interceding-,
Undertaking sinners part.
2 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour,
Hear his gracious voice to-day ;
Turn from all your vain behaviour,
O repent, return and pray.
3 Now he's waiting to be gracious;
Now he stands and looks on thee ;
See what kindness, love and pity,
Shines around on you and me !
4 Open now your hearts before him,
Bid the Saviour welcome in ;
Now receive, and O, adore him,
Take a full discharge from sin.
5 Sinners, can you hate this Saviour ?
Will you thrust him from your arms ?
Once he died for your behaviour,
Now he calls you to his charms.
21. 7. 5.
1 ROUSE ye at the Saviour's call !
Sinners, rouse ye, one and all !
Wake ! or soon your souls shall fall,
Fall in deep despair.
2 Wo to him who turns away,
Jesus kindly calls to-day,
UNA WAKENED SINNERS. 17
Come, O sinner, while you may,
Raise your soul in prayer.
3 Heard ye not the Saviour cry ?
"Turn, O turn, why will ye die !"
And in keenest agony,
Mourn too late your doom !
4 Haste, for time is rushing on !
Soon the fleeting hour is gone ;
The lifted arrow flies anon,
To sink you in the tomb.
5 By the Saviour's bleeding love,
By the joys of heaven above,
Let these words your spirits move,
Quick to Jesus fly !
3 Come, and save your souls from death,
Haste ! escape Jehovah's wrath ;
Fly! for life's a fleeting breath,
Soon, O soon, you'll die.
22. L. M.
To-day.
L HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow's sun ;
The longer Wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
I Oh, hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy season should be o'er,
Before this evening's course be run.
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18 UN AWAKENED SINJNERS.
3 Hasten, O sinner, to return,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn,
Before the needful work is done.
4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun.
S3. C. M.
1 AMAZING sight! the Saviour stands
And knocks at every door !
Ten thousand blessings in his hands
To satisfy the poor.
2 "Behold," he saith, "I bleed and die
To bring you to my rest :
Hear, sinners, while I'm passing by,
And be forever blest.
3 "Will you despise my bleeding love,
And choose the way to hell ?
Or in the glorious realms above,
With mo forever dwell ?
4 "Not to condemn your guilty race,
Have I in judgment come ;
But to display unbounded grace,
And bring lost sinners home.
5 "Will you go down to endless night,
And bear eternal pain ?
Or, in the glorious realms of light,
With me forever reign ?
UNAWAKENED SINNERS. 19
" Say, will you hear my gracious voice.
And have your sins forgiven ?
Or will you make that wretched choice,
And bar yourselves from heaven ?"
34. S. M.
The accepted time.
NOW is the accepted time,
Now is the day of grace ;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
Now is the accepted time ;
The Saviour calls to-day ;
To-morrow it may be too late —
Then why should you delay.
Now is the accepted time ;
The gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word
Declares, there yet is room.
2ff. S. M.
Grieve not the Spirit.
AND canst thou, sinner, slight
The call of love divine ?
Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine ?
Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins oppressed ?
20 UJNAWAKENED SINNERS.
3 To-day a pardoning God
Will hear the suppliant pray ;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood,
Will wash thy guilt away.
26. L. M.
My Spirit shall not always strive.
I SAY, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul :
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And leave thy heart to God's control ?
% Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointed to the coming wrath,
And warned thee from that wrath to flee ?
3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice ;
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
4 Spurn not the call to life and light,
Regard in time the warning kind j
That call thou mayst not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.
5 God's Spirit will not always strive,
With hardened, self-destroying man j
Ye who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner, perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be ;
Oh, shouldst thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.
UNAWAKENED SINNERS. 21
37. 1 Is.
1 O TURN ye, lost sinners, for why will you die,
When God* in great mercy, is coming so nigh?
Now Jesus invites, and the Spirit says, come,
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay,
Your hearts may grow hetter by staying away !
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you he,
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,
O, how can you question, if you will believe ?
If sin is your burden, why will you not come ?
'Tis you he bids welcome ; he bids you come home.
4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain
To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain ?
To bear up your spirit, when summoned to die,
Or waft you to mansions of glory on high ?
5 Why will you be starving or feeding on air?
There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;
If still you are doubting, make trial and see,
And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
6 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart,
And, trusting in Heaven, we never shall part;
O, how can we leave you? why will you not come ?
We'll journey together, and soon be at home,
28. C. M.
Prepare for Death.
1 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear :
Repent ! thy end is nigh !
Death, at the farthest, can't be far,
Oh, think before you die !
2 Reflect — thou hast a soul to save :
Thy sins — how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave ?
How stands that dread account ?
22 UNAWAKENED SINNERS.
3 Death enters — and there's no defence —
His time there's none can tell :
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven — or to hell !
4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall greedy worms consume ;
But, ah ! destruction stops not there —
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
5 To-day, the gospel calls ; to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you ;
Let ev'ry one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue.
29. S. M.
1 SINNER ! awake, to think
On what may be thy doom ;
Awake! and tremble, ere thou sink
Into the silent tomb.
2 Sure there is nought in earth
Has half the Saviour's charms ;
And wilt thou, then, with scornful mirth,
Repel him from thy arms ?
3 See how he interpos'd
Between the curse and thee ;
What wondrous words of grace compos'd
To set thy spirit free.
4 How bitter was the pain,
What heart can ere conceive ?
And wilt thou see him die in vain,
And not his mercy crave ?
THE PENITENT CONFESSING: 23
30. S. M.
NOW is the day of grace ;
Now is the Saviour come ;
The Lord is calling, Seek my face,
And I will guide you home.
Home to that bright abode
Where Jesus reigns supreme ;
Home to those joys prepar'd by God,
Home of your sweetest dream.
Home, where each sigh is still'd,
Where tears are never shed, / * •
But love*and joy have fill'd c4*s1S*^\J
Withmowers the path we tread.
A father bids you speed —
Oh, wherefore then delay ?
He calls in love — he sees your need —
He bids you come to-day.
To-day the prize is won,
The promise is to save ;
Then, O be wise ! — to-morrow's sun
May shine upon your grave.
THE PENITENT CONFESSING.
31. C. M.
1 AH ! what can I, a sinner, do,
With all my guilt oppressed ?
I feel the hardness of my heart,
And conscience knows no rest.
24 THE PENITENT
2 Great God, thy good and perfect law,
Does all my life condemn ;
The secret evils of my soul
Fill me with grief and shame.
3 How many precious Sabbaths gone
I never can recall ! >
And oh, what cause have I to mourn,
Who misimproved them all.
4 How long, how often have I heard
Of Jesus, and of heaven ;
Yet scarcely listened to his word,
Or prayed to be forgiven.
5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn tdythee,
And grant renewing grace ;
For thou this flinty heart canst break,
And thine shall be the praise.
33. L. M.
Pleading for Pardon.
1 SHEW pity. Lord ; O Lord, forgive j
Lei a repenting rebel live j
Are not thy mercies large and free ?
May not a sinner trust in thee ?
2 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean j
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.
3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace :
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd. but thou art clear.
CONFESSING. 25
4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
33, C. M.
1 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow ;
Then show me, gracious God! is mine
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel ;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
3 1 sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could ;
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
34. C. M.
1 LONG have I walked this dreary road,
Beset with darkness round ;
Nor seen, nor heard, a smiling God,
Nor one bright moment found.
2 Others, who once did join my speech,
And mourned in painful lay,
Now, mounting up with rapture, stretch
To seize a heavenly day.
26 THE PENITENT
3 Far left behind to feel my wo,
With hardened heart to groan,
Each prayer, each struggle sinks me low,
Each breath repeats my moan.
4 The lengthened day, the gloomy night,
Draw fast the bands of grief:
Sometimes despair o'erclouds my sight,
And says, " There's no relief."
• 3&. S. M.
1 OH, am I born to die,
With an immortal soul ?
And hurried to eternity,
As swift as time can roll ?
2 I just begin to see ;
Ah, Lord, what shall I do ?
How shall a wretched sinner flee
From everlasting wo ?
3 I dare no longer stay
So nigh the gates of hell ;
Yet how to go, or find the way
To Christ, I cannot tell.
4 O Lord, though I am vile,
Receive me as I am ;
Let heaven's immortal goodness smile
On me, through Christ the Lamb.
CONFESSING. 27
36. C. M.
Hardness of Heart.
1 THE voice that bids us all repent
I hear with terror oft :
But never will this heart relent,
Till Jesus make it soft.
2 The charming voice of bleeding love
I hear from lips divine ;
Yet melting strains can never move
A soul so base as mine.
3 Almighty God, do thou renew
This sinful heart of stone ;
Sweetly my stubborn will subdue,
Conform it to thy own.
37. S. M.
1 O LORD, how vile ami,
Unholy and unclean!
How can I dare to venture nigh
With such a load of sin !
2 Is this polluted heart
A dwelling fit for thee ?
Swarming, alas ! in every part,
What evils do I see !
3 If I attempt to pray,
And raise my soul on high,
My thoughts are hurried fast away,
For sin is ever nigh.
28 THE PENITENT
4 If in thy word I look,
Such darkness fills my mind,
I only read a sealed book,
But no relief can find.
5 Thy gospel oft 1 hear,
But hear it still in vain ;
Without desire, or love, or fear,
Hardened I still remain.
6 And must I, then, indeed
Sink in despair and die ?
Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I.
38. L. M.
Sorrow for Sin.
1 O THAT my load of sin were gone !
0 that I could at last submit !
At Jesus' feet to lay me down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
1 cannot rest till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
3 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ;
Appear, in my poor heart, appear ;
My God, my Saviour, come away.
CONFESSING. 29
39. S. M.
1 AH ! whither shall 1 go,
Burdened, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out rny complaint ?
My Saviour bids me come ;
Ah ! why do I delay ?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay !
2 What is it keeps me back
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
Jesus, the hindrance show,
Which I have feared to see ;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
40. S. M.
1 BENEATH sin's poisonous dart
A ruin'd soul I fell ;
How narrowly my feet escaped
The snares of death and hell !
2 Darkness, and shame, and grief
Oppressed my gloomy mind ;
1 looked around me for relief,
But no relief could find.
3 At length to God I cried ;
He heard my plaintive sigh ;
He heard, and instantly he sent
Salvation from on high.
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4 Oh, may I ne'er forget
The mercy of my God !
Nor ever want a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.
41. C. M.
Pleading for Mercy.
1 JESUS, have mercy on my soul !
Oh ! listen to my cry !
Cleanse me from sin, Lord, make me whole,
Save me, or else I die.
2 Whither, my Saviour, shall I fly,
Oh ! where for mercy flee ;
Low at thy sovereign feet I lie,
My only hope in thee.
3 One word of grace, one look of love,
Would melt this stony heart;
One hope of pity from above
Would bid my fears depart.
42. 7s.
The Resolve.
1 IF I perish, I will go
Trembling to the Saviour's feet,
Yet his favor he'll bestow,
Yet 1 may forgiveness meet.
2 If I perish, I will go:
He perhaps may pity me ;
Unbelief still answers — no,
He will not, a wretch like thee.
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If I perish, I must own
God is just to banish me ;
But I'll venture near his throne,
For his pardons all are free.
If 1 perish, I will go,
Though distress'd I can but try;
Should he mercy never show,
Begging I will live and die.
Dearest Saviour, let me live,
Stretch thy sceptre out to me ;
All my sins, though great, forgive :
Speak the word, and set me free.
43. 8.7.
Conviction.
JESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ;
Let me know thy great salvation,
See, I languish, faint and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,
Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief!
Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to Him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to Him who ever lives.
32 THE PENITENT, &c.
44. C. M.
Prayer for Repentance.
1 O FOR that tenderness of heart,
That bows before the Lord !
That owns how just and good thou art,
And trembles at thy word !
2 O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow !
That sense of guilt, which, trembling, fears
The long suspended blow.
3 Saviour, to me in pity give
For sin the deep distress ;
The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace.
4 O, fill my soul with faith and love,
And strength to do thy will ;
Raise my desires and hopes above-;
Thyself to me reveal.
4o. L. M.
1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, star,
Though I have done thee such despite ;
.Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Psor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears ;
And vexed, and nrged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years j
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received ;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ;
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4- Yet,kO ! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
JNnr in thy righteous anger swear
To exclude me from thy people's rest.
THE PENITEST INVITED.
46. C. M.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast !
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.
2 See. Jesus stands with open arms :
He calls, he bids you come :
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms :
But see, there yet is room.
3 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love ;
While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come :
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.
4T. L. M.
J HO, every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
'Tis God invites the fallen race ;
3
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Mercy and free salvation buy ;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace,
2 Come to the living waters, come ;
Sinners, obey your Maker's call ;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find my grace reach'd out to all.
3 See from the Rock a fountain rise !
For you in healing streams it rolls :
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye laboring, burden'd, sin-sick souls.
4 Ye nothing in exchange shall give ;
Leave all you have and are behind ;
Frankly the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
48. L. M.
1 COME, weary souls, with sins distrest,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad 3
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your wroes j
Pardon and life, and endless peace 5
How rich the gift, how free the grace !
4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart :
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
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49. 8. 7. 4.
1 COME, ye weary, heavy laden.
Lost and ruined by the fall ;
If you tarry till you 're better,
You will never come at all ;
Not the righteous —
Sinners Jesus came to call.
2 Let not conscience, make you linger;
2S or of fitness fondly dream ;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him :
This he gives you —
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies !
On the bloody tree behold him ;
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished :"
Sinners, will not this suffice ?
4 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood ;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude :
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
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50. 8. 7.
1 COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruin'd by the fall ;
Here, a pure and healing fountain
Flows to purify the soul,
In a full perpetual tide, —
Open'd when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind ;
Here, the guilty, free remission —
Here, the troubled, peace may find :
Health this fountain will restore ;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
51. C. M.
1 THE Saviour calls — let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound ;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear ;
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow ;
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.
3 Ye sinners, come — 'tis mercy's voice ;
That gracious voice obey ;
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys —
And can you yet delay ?
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4 Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts ;
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink — and never die.
52. C. M.
JfTioever ivill, let him come.
1 O WHAT amazing words of grace,
Are in the gospel found,
Suited to every sinner's case
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Lost, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here :
Salvation, like a river, rolls
Abundant, free, and clear.
3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring ;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,
A deep celestial spring !
4 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace :
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.
53. C. M.
Resolve.
1 COME, anxious sinner, in whose breast,
A thousand thoughts revolve ;
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve :
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2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose ;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess,
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sov'reign grace.
4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer ;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 " 1 can but perish if 1 go ;
I am resolv'd to try ;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."
54. 8. 7.
1 COME, lost sinner, come to Jesus,
Weary, heavy laden, weak ;
None but Jesus Christ can ease us,
Come ye all, his mercy seek.
2 Do ye fear your own unfitness,
Burdened as you are with sin ?
'Tis the Holy Spirit's witness ;
Christ invites you ; — enter in.
3 Do your sins, and your distresses,
'Gainst this sacred record plead ?
Know that Christ most kindly blesses
Those who feel the most their need.
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4 Hear his words, so true and cheering,
Fitted well for all distressed ;
Dwell upon the sound endearing :
"Mourners, 1 will give you rest."
5 Stay not pondering on your sorrow ;
Turn from your own self away ;
Dare not linger till to-morrow ;
Come to Christ without delay.
55. L. M.
The Wanderer.
1 RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injur'd Father's face !
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Fathers melting heart !
His pitying eyes thy grief discern ;
His hand shall heal thine inward smart.
3 Return, O wanderer, return !
He heard thy deep, repentant sigh ;
He heard thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear was nigh.
4 Return, O wanderer, return !
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn,
How freely Jesus can forgive.
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56. L. M.
1 SINNERS, obey the gospel word ;
Haste to the mercy of your Lord ;
Be wise to know your gracious day ;
All things are ready, come away.
2 Ready the Father is to own
And welcome his returning son ;
Ready the gracious Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit from above,
To fill the broken heart with love,
T' apply and witness Jesus' blood,
And wash and seal you sons of God.
4 Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate ;
Tuning their harps by which they praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
S?. H. M.
1 YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and wo,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you :
Ye perishing and guilty, come ;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay ;
No vain excuses frame ;
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame :
invited: 4i
All things are ready, sinners, come ;
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls, draw near ;
Christ calls you from above — -
His charming accents hear !
Let whosoever will, now come ;
In mercy's arms there still is room.
58. 8. 7.
The -promised Rest.
1 SINNERS, hear the mighty Saviour !
Love and pity fill his breast ;
Now, in accents sweet, he calls you,
Come, and taste the promis'd rest.
2 Though in sorrow now ye labor,
Weary souls with sin opprest,
Jesus bids you come and welcome —
Come, and taste the promis'd rest.
3 Though your sins be red like crimson,
And ten thousand foes infest,
He is mighty to deliver ;
Come, and taste the promis'd rest.
4 His dear arms are now extended !
Come, and be forever blest ;
Dying sinners, come to Jesus —
Come, and taste the promis'd rest.
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THE PENITENT CHOOSING CHRIST.
[The following Hymn \va3 written by a young lady of
wealth and fashion, who, on being converted, was
banished from home by her irreligious father.]
50. 8. 7.
Forsaking all to follow Christ.
1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee ;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all 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 —
They have left my Saviour 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 face, and all is bright.
3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ;
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ;
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee ;
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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 will 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 unmixed with thee.
5 Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee ;
Think what Father's smiles are thine ;
Think that Jesus died to win thee :
Child of heaven, canst thou repine ?
6 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
©O. C. M.
] VAIN world, vain world, I bid adieu
To your deceitful joys ;
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I will not sell my soul for you,
Nor longer seek your toys.
2 You flatter with a vain applause,
And promise future joy,
When all your treasures are but dross,
Your bliss an empty toy.
3 Blest be the Lord, who taught my soul
How near the gulf I stood !
And now, while mortal moments roll,
I'll seek substantial good.
61. L. M.
1 I SEND the joys of earth away ;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And while I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, 1 adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss ;
That drew me from tho?e treacherous seas.
And bade me seek superior bliss.
©9. C. AI.
1 TO whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
If I depart from thee ?
My guide through all this vale of wo,
And more than all to me.
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2 The world reject thy gentle reign,
And pay thy death with scorn ;
Oh ! they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen every thorn.
3 But I have felt thy dying love
Breathe gently through my heart,
To whisper hope of joys ahove —
And can we ever part ?
4 Ah, no ! with thee I'll walk below
My journey to the grave :
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
When only thou canst save ?
68. L. M.
1 ASHAMED of Jesus !— sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star ;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! — that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
No ! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may —
When I've no sins to wash away ;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
4 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain !
And, O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me !
46 THE PENITENT, &c.
©4. C. M.
Self-denial.
1 AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee ?
It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
3 Yes, let it go — one look from thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair !
4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.
60. 10s.
1 CHEER up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat,
Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers prayer ;
Go, humbly cast thyself beneath his feet,
For never needy sinner perish'd there.
2 Lord, I am come, thy promise is my plea;
Without thy word I dare not venture nigh ;
But thou hast call'd the burden'd soul to thee,
A weary, burden'd soul, O Lord, am I !
3 Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of sin,
By satan's fierce temptations sorely prest;
Beset without, and full of fears within,
Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest.
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4 Be thoa my refuge, Lord, my hiding place,
I know no force can tear me from thy side j
Unmov'd I there may all accusers face,
And answer ev'ry charge with, ;- Jesus died."
5 Yes ! thou did'st weep, and bleed, and groan, and die !
Well hast thou known what fierce temptation means ;
Such was thy love ! and now enthron'd on high,
The same compassion in thy bosom reigns.
6 Lord, give me faith. He hears I what grace is this I
Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve ;
He shows me who he is, and what he did ;
I must, I will, I can, I do believe.
REJOICIXG.
60. B. 7.
1 HAIL, my ever-blessed Jesus,
Only thee 1 wish to sing ;
To my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Oh, what mercy flows from heaven !
Oh, what joy and happiness !
Love I much ? — I 've much forgiven —
I 'm a miracle of grace.
3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcerned, in sin I lay ;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour passed that way.
4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness !
Love I much ? — I 've much forgiven —
I 'm a miracle of grace.
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5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir ;
Praise the Lamb enthroned above ;
While, astonished, I admire
God's free grace, and boundless love.
6 That blest moment 1 received him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace ;
Love 1 much ? — 1 've much forgiven —
I 'm a miracle of grace.
67. C. M.
Old things passed away.
1 LET worldly minds the world pursue ;
It has no charms for me ;
Once I admired its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.
2 Its fading charms no longer please,
No more content afford ;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now 1 have seen the Lord.
3 As, by the light of opening day,
The stars are all concealed,
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is revealed.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice —
1 bid them all depart ;
His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fixed my roving heart.
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08. L. M.
Praise for Converting Grace.
1 TO God, my Saviour and my King,
Fain would my soul her tribute bring ;
Join me, ye saints, in songs of praise,
For ye have known and felt his grace.
2 Wretched and helpless once I lay,
Just breathing all my life away ;
He saw me weltering in my blood,
And felt the pity of a God.
3 With speed he flew to my relief,
Bound up my wounds, and sooth'd my grief ;
Poured joy divine into my heart,
And bade each anxious fear depart.
4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord,
Deep in my breast I will record ;
The life which I from thee receive,
To thee, behold, I freely give.
5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise
Through the remainder of my days ;
And, when I join the powers above,
My soul shall better sing thy love.
69. L. M.
] JESUS, our best beloved Friend,
©n thy redeeming name we call ;
Jesus, in love to us, descend,
Pardon and sanctifv us all.
4
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2 Our souls and bodies we resign,
To fear and follow thy commands ;
O take our hearts — our hearts are thine —
Accept the service of our hands.
3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer,
Our Master's voice will we obey ;
And, toiling in his vineyard, bear
The heat and burden of our day.
4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting place,
In heaven, at thy right hand, prepare ;
And, till we see thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there.
7®. C. M.
1 HOW happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven !
This earth, he cries, is not my place ;
1 seek my place in heaven :
A country far from mortal sight —
By faith I gladly see
The land of rest, the saints' delight,
The heaven prepared for me.
2 O what a blessed hope is ours !
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day :
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here,
Our earthen vessels filled.
REJOICING.
3 O, would he more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessels break ;
And let our ransomed spirits go,
To grasp the God we seek !.
In rapturous awe on him we gaze
Who bought the sight for me ;
And shout and wonder at his grace,
In vast eternity.
71. 8. 7. 4.
1 O THOU God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin !
Moved by thy divine compassion,
Who hast died my heart to win,
I will praise thee :
Where shall I thy praise begin ?
2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour ;
He hath brought salvation near ;
Manifests his pardoning favor ;
And when Jesus doth appear,
Soul and body
Shall his glorious image bear.
3 While the angel choirs are crying,
" Glory to the great I AM !"
I with them will still be vieing :
Glory, glory, to the Lamb !
O how precious
Is the sound of Jesus' name !
A Angels now are hovering round us ;
Unperceived, they mix the throng,
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Wondering at the love that crowned us,
Glad to join the holy song;
Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong.
72. CM.
Conversion.
1 O, HOW divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And, with an humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns !
2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.
3 Well pleas'd, the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan ;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire ;
"The sinner lost is found," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
73. S. M.
Pardon.
1 O BLESSED souls are they,
Whose sins are cover'd o'er !
Divinely blest, to whom the Losd
Imputes their guilt no more.
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2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care ;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound,
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.
4 Let sinners learn to pray,
Let saints keep near the throne :
Our help, in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.
74. C. P. M.
Revival Blessings.
1 THE Lord into his garden comes :
The spices yield their rich perfumes ;
The lilies grow and thrive ;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine,
And make the dead revive.
2 This makes the dry and barren ground
In springs of water to abound,
And fruitful soil become ;
The desert blossoms like the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his foes,
And makes his people one.
3 The glorious time is rolling on ;
The gracious work is now begun ;
My soul a witness is.
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Come, taste and see the pardon- free,
To all mankind, as well as me.
Who come to Christ, may hv.\
75. L. M.
1 REJOICE, for Christ, the Savior, reigns
He spreads his triumphs all abroad ;
And sinners, freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their God.
2 His sons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ;
Those who were dead in sin before,
By sov'reign grace are made alive.
3 O, may his conquests still increase,
And ev'ry foe his power subdue,
While angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories show.
4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below, from all above ;
In lofty songs exalt his name —
In songs as lofty as his love.
7®. lis.
Jesus precious.
1 O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit ;
With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet ;
In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh and blood ;
Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God.
2 All human expressions are empty and vain,
They cannot give voice to this heav'nly flame.
I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine
I could not this mystery completely define
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3 I'm happy, my Saviour — and that past account !
My joys are immortal — I stand on the mount;
I iraze on my treasure, and long to he there,
With Jesus and angels, iny kindred so dear.
4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee 1 am bleat, —
My life and salvation, my joy and my rest !
Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song —
Thy grace shall inspire my glad heart and my tongue.
5 O, who's like my Saviour ? he's Salem's bright king '.
He smiles, and he loves me, and learns me to sing.
I'll praise him, I'll praise Mm with notes loud and shrill,
While rivers of pleasure my spirits shall fill.
77. 8. 7. 4.
1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome to this heart of mine.
Lord! I make a full surrender —
Every power and thought be thine.
Thine entirely —
In eternal ages thine.
78. P. M.
The happy Convert.
1 O, HOW happy are they
Who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love !
2 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know ;
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
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And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore,
3 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song :
O, that all his salvation might see !
He hath lov'd me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died
To redeem such a rebel as me !
4 O, the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood !
Of my Saviour possest,
I Avas perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fullness of God.
79. 7s.
Praise to Jesus.
1 YE that fear the Lord attend,
While with gratitude I tell
How his interposing hand .
Sav'd me from the lowest hell.
2 When my sins appear'd in view,
Numberless and infinite ;
All my works and duties, too,
Filthy in Jehovah's sight ;
3 Then, O then, the Saviour came —
Stood between the law and me —
Satisfy'd its highest claim,
And sustain'd its penalty.
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/4 0, what bliss divine I felt
When my ransom I could see,
Bearing all my sin and guilt
In his body on the tree !
5 Bless the Saviour, all above !
Swell the chorus, ye below,
Who enjoy his sov'reign love,
And his tender mercies know.
80. L. M,
Revival commenced.
1 HARK ! don't you hear the turtle dove ?
The token of redeeming love ;
From hill to hill, we hear the sound,
The neighboring valleys echo round.
O Zion, hear the turtle dove,
The token of your Saviour's love ;
He comes, the barren land to cheer,
And welcome in the Jubile year.
2 The winter's past, the rain is o'er,
We feel the chilling winds no more ;
The Spring is come, and Summer too>
All things appear divinely new.
On Zion's mount the watchmen cry,
The resurrection 's drawing nigh :
Behold the nations from abroad,
Are flocking to the mount of God.
3 The trumpet sounds both far and nigh ;
O, sinners, turn ! why will you die ?
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How can you slight the gospel charms ?
O sinner, haste to Jesus' arms.
These are the days that were foretold,
In ancient times, by prophets old ;
They long'd to see this glorious light,
But all have died without the sight.
81, 8. 7.
Praise to Jesus.
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace !
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God ;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.
3 O ! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be !
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
83. C. M.
Jesus precious.
1 JESUS, I love thy charming name,
'Tis music to my ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul !
My transport and my trust :
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Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last lab 'ring breath ;
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms —
The antidote of death.
83. C. M.
1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise !
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace !
2 Jesus, the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease ;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 He breaks the power of reigning sin,
He sets the prisoner free ;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.
84. P. M.
1 HOW lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole !
There is but one Physician
Can cure the sin-sick soul !
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At death's dark door he found me,
And snatch' d me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous pow'r to save.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light, compar'd to sin ;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.
'Tis palsy, plague and fever,
And madness, all combin'd ;
And none, but a believer,
The least relief can find.
3 *From men, great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain ;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost ;
Thus ev'ry refuge fail'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 ;
He gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had seal'd ;
Then bade me look unto him ;
I look'd, and I was heal'd.
5 A risen, living Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
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At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give ;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only look and live.
85. 7s.
Affecting Reflections. The little Cloud.
1 Kings, xviii. 44.
1 SAW ye not the cloud arise,
Little as the human hand ?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land.
2 Lo, the promise of a shower
Drops already from above ;
But the Lord will shortly pour
All the blessings of his love.
3 When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day ;
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its widening way.
4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ;
He the door hath opened wide ;
He hath given the word of grace ;
Jesus' word is glorified.
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§6. 8. 7. 4.
Revival commenced.
1 ON the mountain's top appearing,
Lo, the sacred herald stands ;
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands :
Mourning captive,
God himself will loose thy bands.
2 Has thy night been long and mournful,
All thy friends unfaithful proved ?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved ?
Cease thy mourning,
Zion still is well beloved.
3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ;
He himself appears thy friend :
All thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here their boasts and triumphs end :
Great deliverance
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee,
All thy warfare now is past ;
God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee ;
Peace and joy are come at last ;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest
THE DISCONSOLATE, &c. 61
THE DISCONSOLATE ENCOURAGED.
87. 8. 7. 4.
1 0 MY soul, what means this sadness ?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down ?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness ;
Bid thy restless fears begone ;
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.
2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee day by day ;
And thy sinful inclinations
Often fill thee with dismay ?
Thou shalt conquer —
Through the Lamb's redeeming blood.
3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within ;
Jesus saith, he '11 ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin :
He is faithful
To perform his gracious word.
1 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny road,
His right hand shall still defend thee ;
Soon he '11 bring thee home to God :
Therefore praise him —
Praise the great Redeemer's name.
) Oh, that I could now adore him,
Like the heavenly host above,
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Who forever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love !
Happy songsters !
When shall I your choru3 join ?
SS. C. M.
1 MY soul would fain indulge a hope
To reach the heavenly shore ;
And when I drop this dying flesh,
That I shall sin no more.
2 1 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 I 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 me there,
No pardon there descend.
5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come ;
To me thy Spirit give ;
Shine through a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.
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In Darkness.
1 ONCE I thought my mountain strong,
Firmly fix'd no more to move ;
Then my Saviour was my song,
Then my soul was fill'd with love.
Those were happy, golden days,
Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.
2 Little then myself I knew —
Little thought of Satan's pow'r ;
Now I feel my sins anew ;
Now I fee! the stormy hou*
Sin has put my joys to flight,
Sin has turn'd my day to night.
3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul ;
Bid my dying hopes revive ;
Make my wounded spirit whole ;
Far away the tempter drive ;
Speak the word and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.
90. 7s.
Distressed with Doubts.
1 'TIS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought:
Do 1 love the Lord, or no ?
Am I his, or am 1 not ?
2 If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame ?
5
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Hardly, sure, can they be worse
Who have never known his name.
3 Could ray heart so hard remain —
Prayer a task and burden prove —
Ev'ry trifle give me pain —
If I knew a Saviour's love ?
4 When I 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 ?
f> Yet I mourn rrfy stubborn will —
Find my sin a grief and thrall ;
Should I grieve for what 1 feel,
If I did not love at all ?
7 Let me love thee more and more,
If t love at all, I pray ;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.
91. S. M.
1 GIVE to the winds thy fears-
Hope, and be undismay'd ;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;
He shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way ;
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Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.
Thou seest our weakness, Lord —
Our hearts are known to thee ;
O, lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee.
93. S. M.
Trembling Saints.
YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take ;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake..
Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home ;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine ;.
Nor present things, nor thing to come,
Shall quench the love divine.
The time of love will come:
Then we shall clearly see,
Not only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say, " for me."
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93. L. M.
We have an Advocate.
1 WHERE is my God ? does he retire
Beyond the reach of humble sighs ?
Are these weak breathings of desire
Too languid to ascend the skies ?
2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye,
See where the great Redeemer stands,
The glorious Advocate on high,
With precious incense in his hands !
3 He sweetens every humble groan,
He recommends each broken prayer ;
The softest call before his throne
May rise and find acceptance there.
4. Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord,
With stronger faith to call thee mine ;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,
My Father, God, with joy divine.
94. L. M.
1 HOW sweetly flow'd the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace ;
When list'ning thousands gath'ringround,
The voice of Jesus fill'd the place !
2 Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
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95. C. M.
Doubting.
1 O THAT I knew it were the case
My soul was born of God,
And find myself among that race
Wash'd in a Saviour's blood !
2 The time has been 1 thought I knew
The bless'd Redeemer's voice ;
1 thought I lost my burden too,
And felt my heart rejoice.
3 1 thought my will was then resign'd
To the Redeemer's ways,
And felt my inmost soul inclin'd
To tell the world his grace.
4 But O ! too soon the scene was turn'd ;
I lost the pleasing view ;
I lost that sweetness once I found —
Lost earthly pleasures too.
5 O Jesus, wilt thou now appear
With thine almighty arm ;
These clouds expel, my standing clear,
And show me what I am.
©6. L. M.
1 WHERE shall I go but to thy feet,
My Saviour, my almighty Friend ?
Dear names, beyond expression sweet!
On these my hopes of bliss depend.
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2 Where shall I rest, but on thy grace,
Thy boundless grace divinely free ?
On earth I find no resting place ;
Dear Saviour, bid me come to thee !
3 Though sin detains me from my Lord
I long, I languish to be blest:
O speak one soul-reviving word,
And bid me come to thee, my rest.
4 When I this wretched heart explore,
Here no kind source of hope appears ;
But O, my soul, that grace adore,
Free grace, which triumphs o'er my fears.
5 Jesus, from thy atoning blood,
My only consolation flows ;
Hope beams from thee, my Saviour God,
My soul no other refuge knows.
DEVOTION.
97. L. M.
FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone ;
Let my religious hours alone :
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee !
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire :
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
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3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare !
How sweet thy entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming- grace, and dying love-
4. Hail ! great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine :
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known !
98. L. M.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word ;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels ! how divine !
3 Then I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
4 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ;
My inward foes shall ail be slain,
IS or Satan break my peace again.
5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desir'd or wish'd below ;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
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99. L. M.
Love to Christ.
1 WHEN, O my Saviour, shall this heart
Si feel the influence of" thy grace,
That from thy cross 'twill ne'er depart,
But live around that hallowed place.
2 The brightest scenes of earth are dim,
If Jesus be not with me there ;
All earthly joys, compar'd with him,
Seem vain as fleeting shadows are.
3 O, could I live beneath his smile,
And lean upon his sacred breast,
No fond allurement should beguile
A heart so privileged, so blest.
4 Come then, my Saviour, and constrain
This wayward soul, nor let it rove ;
Recall me to thine arms aoain,
And bind me there with cords of love.
l®&. C. P. M.
1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransom'd people home,
Shall f among; them stand ?
Shall such a Worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand ?
2 1 love to meet among them now.
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all :
But can I bear the piercing thought !
What if rnv nunc should be left <>uf.
When thou for them shalt call !
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3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace !
Be thou, O Lord, my hiding place,
In this, th' accepted day :
Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear j
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face ;
Then, loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
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1 T WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'e'r the way ;
I would not live alway: no — welcome the tomb;
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom.
2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,.
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ?
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reign> ;
3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul.
H>9. L. M.
Earth unsatisfying.
1 COME, blessed Jesus, quickly come,
And mark the bright, celestial way ;
Within my breast erect thy throne,
Nor let me faint through long delay.
2 I'm weary of these earthly toys, —
The world, and all its flattering charms;
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My heart aspires to purer joys,
And Christ alone my bosoms warms.
3 Unmov'd by all their charms, I view
These vain, these transitory scenes ;
Since grace has form'd my heart anew,
And waked me from delusive dreams.
4 My hope, my treasure, and my rest,
My heart, my all is flx'd above ;
The kingdoms of the world possess'd
Are vain without my Saviour's love.
103. C. M.
Christ all in all.
1 DEAR centre of my best desires,
And sovereign of my heart!
What sweet delight thy name inspires,
What bliss thy smiles impart !
2 Too oft, alas ! my passions rove
In search of meaner charms ;
Trifles, unworthy of my love,
Divide me from thine arms.
3 Ye tempting vanities, depart ;
I seek my gracious Lord :
No balm to heal my aching heart
Can all your joys afford.
4 Come, dearest Lord, with power divine,
And drive thy foes away ;
O ! make my heart, my passions thine,
Nor ever let me stray.
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S04. C. M.
Lovely Saviour.
1 COME, heavenly love, inspire my song
With thine immortal flame ;
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue,
The Saviour's lovely name.
2 The Saviour ! O, what endless charms
Dwell in that blissful sound !
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads delight around.
3 Here, pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich profusion flow,
For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doom'd to endless wo.
4 O, the rich depths of love divine !
Of bliss, a boundless store !
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, —
I cannot wish for more !
5 On thee alone my hope relies ;
Beneath thy cross I fall ;
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all!
105. 8. 7.
Praise to Jesus.
1 HARK, ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above !
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices:
Jesus reigns, the God of love ;
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See, he sits on yonder throne ;
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Sing how Jesus came from heaven,
How he bore the cross below ;
How all power to him is given ;
How he reigns in glory now :
'Tis a great and endless theme,
O 'tis sweet to sing of him !
3 Kin J of glory, reign forever,
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing from thy love shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own !
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.
106. L. M.
IAS when the weary tra viler gains
The height of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if, cross the plains.
He sees his home, though distant still ;
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith, his mansions in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 'Tis there, he says, 1 am to dwell
With Jesus, in the realms of day ;
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he will wipe my tears away.
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107. L. M.
1 'TIS hard, when we are sick and poor,
And they who lov'd us, love no more —
When riches, friends, and health are gone,
To say, 'JO Lord ! thy will be done."
2 'Tis hard, when they in death are laid
O'er whom we watch'd, and wept, and pray'd :
The wife — the parent — sister — son,
To say, " O Lord ! thy will be done."
3 'Tis hard, when in our soul's distress,
All. all around is wilderness,
And herb and quick'ning stream are none,
To say, "O Lord ! thy will be done."
4 And yet how light such sorrows be
To his, in dark Gethsemane,
Who drank the cup with stifled groan,
And said, "O Lord ! thy will be done \"
108. L. M.
Desire to be with Christ
1 JESUS, great Sovereign of the skies,
Whose precious blood for man was spilt,
Who bore death's pains and agonies,
Atoning for a world in guilt —
2 When shall I burst these abject chains
That bind my soul to scenes of wo,
And flee where Christ the Saviour reigns,
Where streams of healing richness flow ?
3 O, how my spirit pants to soar,
And win the Christian's holy race !
To be where sorrows sting no more,
And view my Maker face to face !
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4 Yes, fain my soul would wing- its way
To realms beyond the eagles's sight,
'Mid scenes of an eternal day,
Unknown to time's resistless flight.
109. C. M.
Nearness to God.
1 O COULD 1 find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.
2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.
3 O Jesus, come aud rule my heart,
And I'll be wholly thine ;
And never, never more depart,
For thou art wholly mine.
4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And when my flesh dissolves in death
My soul shall love thee more.
110. CM.
1 WHEN 1 can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies ;
1 bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
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2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
Let storms of sorrow fall ;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
3 There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest ;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
111. CM.
1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumbering- care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom 1 adore.'*
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And leadto endles's day.
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112. CM.
1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares ;
Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all my cares.
2 It takes away the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred tire
Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.
S The wounded conscience knows its power,
The healing- balm to give :
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign ;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain.
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1 TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part,
And go from ray It**fthome, afflicts not ray heart
Like the thought of absenting myself for a day
From that blest retreat where 1'^e chosen to pray.
2 Dear bower, where the pine and the poplar have spread,
And woven their branches a roof o'er my head ;
How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,
And poured out my soul to my Saviour in prayer.
3 The early shrill notes of the lov'd nightingale
That dwelt in the bower 1 observed as ray bell ;
To call me to duty — while birds in the air
Sung anthem* of praise as I went fiMkfa to prayer.
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4 How sweet were the breezes perfumed by the pine,
The ivy, the balsam, uiul wild eglantine !
Bat sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were
The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer.
5 Dear bower, I must leave you, and bid you adieu,
And pay my devotions in parts that are new ;
I know my dear Saviour resides every where,
And can, in all places, give answer to prayer.
114. C. M.
1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed ;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh ;
The falling of a tear ;
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of spec.
That any lips can try ;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reac ]
The Majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gate of death —
He enters heav'n with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice.
And S3y, "Behold, he prays.'5
6
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115. S. M.
1 THE Spirit in our hearts,
Is whispering, " Sinners, come ;"
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims,
To all her children — " Come !"
2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, " Come !"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come !
3 Yes, whosoever will,
Oh, let hirn freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life ;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come:"
Lord, even so ! we wait thy hour,
O blest Redeemer,Mcome !
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1 WOULD you win a soul to God ?
Tell him of the Saviour's blood:
Say, how Jesus' bowels move :
Tell him of redeeming love.
2 Tell him how the streams did glide
From his hands, his feet, his side ;
How his head with thorns was crown'd,
And his heart in sorrow drown'd.
3 Tell him how he suffer'd death,
Freely yielded up his breath,
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Died, and rose to intercede,
As our advocate, and head.
4 Tell him it was sovereign grace
Wrought on you to seek his face ;
Made you choose the better part —
Brought salvation to your heart.
5 Tell him of that liberty,
Wherewith Jesus makes us free ;
Sweetly speak of sins forgiven —
Earnest of the joys of heaven.
117. C. M.
1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
2 O, the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises on my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day ;
There God the Sun forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore ;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.
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5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest ?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?
118. L. M.
1 SURE the blest Comforter is nigh ;
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ;
Else would my hope forever die,
And every cheering ray depart.
2 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine,
With ardent wish my heart aspires;
Can it be less than power divine,
Which animates these strong desires ?
3 What less than thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,
My life, my treasure, and my trust ?
4 And when my cheerful hope can say,
I love my God, and trust his grace,
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?
5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart
Forever dwell, O God of love,
And light and heavenly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
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119. lis.
Precious Promises.
1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word !
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ?
2 Fear not, I am with thee, O he not dismayed ;
J, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
3 When through the deep waters, 1 call thee to go,
Therivers of trouble shall not thee overflow ;
For I will be with thee, thy sorrows to bless,
And sanctify to theeHhy deepest distress.
4 When through fiery trials thy path-way shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ;
The flames shall not hurt theo ; 1 only design,
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
5 Even down to old age, all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
6 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose,
I will not desert or give up to his foes,
That soul, tho' arch fiends should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.
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Grace.
1 AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me !
I once was lost, but now am found —
Was blind, but now I see.
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved ;
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How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come ;
'Tis grace that brought me safe, thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease ;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
131. L. M.
1 JESUS, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring ;
Accept the well-deserv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
2 Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee ;
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
3 The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay ;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
4 O ! let each minute, as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys ;
Till we are rais'd to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.
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122. L. M.
WHAT sinners value, I resign ;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ;
J shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
This life's a dream, an empty show,
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall 1 wake and find me there.
0 glorious hour ! O blest abode !
1 shall be near and like my God !
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM.
123. C. M.
The Young Convert's Meditation.
1 AND canst thou then believe, my soul,
That Jesus is thy friend ?
That he his love hath fix'd on thee, —
That love which cannot end ?
2 If thou in truth his pow'r hast known,
And felt his changing grace,
Thy duty 'tis his church to join,
And give him all the praise.
3 He says to each regen'rate soul,
" Confess thy Saviour, God :"
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His great command I will obey ;
I love his holy word.
-t will the saints, the sons of God,
Believe that I, so vile,
Have felt thy sovereign love, my Lord,
And seen thy gracious smile ?
what shall I do if they refuse,
\nd say, I know thee not?
far Saviour, wilt thou smile on me
If this should be my lot?
: rase I humbly leave with thee,
Duty alone is mine !
duty's pleasant path I shall
Behold thy glory shine.
124. P. M.
.\ YE blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners,
Highly favor'd of the Lord,
Now ye prove your love to Jesus
By regarding thus his word.
Rise and follow, rise and follow,
Rise and follow Christ your Lord.
U S.?e his wat'ry tomb before you ;
Hear him echo, " Follow me ;"
For, beneath the streams of Jordan,
" Christ, your great Redeemer, lay.
Rise and follow, rise and follow,
Rise and follow Christ to-day.
3 Yes, beneath those honor'd waters
Great Immanuel was baptized ;
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Out of which he then ascended,
And the Father was well pleas'd.
Let us follow, let us follow,
Let us follow Christ our Lord.
4 Love constrains you all to follow
Jesus to his liquid grave ;
Now look up ; expect his presence,
Which he promis'd you to have
While you follow, while you follow
Jesus to his liquid grave.
5 Jesus, come ! thine approbation
May we gladly see and feel ;
Cause, O cause, the heavens to open,
And thy wondrous love reveal ;
And we'll follow, and we'll follow,
And we'll follow thee, our all.
125. P. M.
Welcome to the Church.
1 COME, ye converts, come and welcome ;
All the saints are saying, come ;
Joyfully we now receive you,
To the Church, your future home.
Come and welcome, come and welcome,
In our hearts there yet is room.
2 Stay no longer, stay no longer,
From your blessed Saviour's fold ;
Come, dear youth, ye lambs of Jesus,
He himself has bid you come.
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With his people, with his people,
Join yourselves, and be at home.
3 Now accept the pledge we give you,
While our hands with yours we join ;
Let our hearts unite together,
In the bonds of love divine.
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
May we all henceforth be thine.
4 Now the vows of God are on you ;
Be the slaves of sin no more ;
O be humble, holy, faithful,
Till the toils of life are o'er.
Then, dear brethren, then, dear sisters,
May we meet on Canaan's shore.
126. S. M.
The Example of Christ.
1 SAVIOUR, thy law we love—
Thy pure example bless,
And, with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in thy footsteps press.
2 Not to the fiery pains
By which the martyrs bled —
Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,
Our favor'd feet are led :
3 But, at this peaceful tide,
Assembled in thy fear,
The homage of obedient hearts
We humbly offer here.
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127. 8. 7. 4.
Joy in Obedience.
1 JESUS, thou hast freely saved us ;
Cleansed us in thy precious blood ;
And the sins that once enslaved us,
Thou hast, by thy might, subdued ;
From our rovings
Thou hast brought us home to God.
2 Saviour, thy commands fulfilling,
Yielding all that once we prized;
Lo ! we come, with joyful feeling,
Like our Lord, to be baptized ;
Round our Jordan
Let thy grace be exercised.
3 Sacred Spirit, breathing o'er us,
Thy sweet influence may we know ;
Open paths of light before us,
And thy peace on us bestow.
By thee guided,
Up to glory may we go.
128. 8. 7.
The pleasure of following Christ.
1 LORD, in humble, sweet submission,
Here we meet to follow thee ;
Trusting in thy great salvation,
Which alone can make us free.
2 Nought have we to claim as merit ;
All the duties we can do
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Can no crown of life inherit :
All the praise to Thee is due.
3 Yet we come in Christian duty,
Down beneath the wave to go ;
O the bliss ! the heavenly beauty !
Christ the Lord was buried so !
4 Come, ye children of the kingdom,
Follow him beneath the wave ;
Rise, and show his resurrection,
And proclaim his power to save.
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The Baptism of Christ.
1 DOWN to the sacred wave
The Lord of life was led ;
And He, who came our souls to save,
In Jordan bovv'd his head.
2 He taught the solemn way,
He fix'd the holy rite ;
He bade his ransom'd ones obey,
And keep the path of light.
3 The Holy Ghost came down,
The baptism to approve, —
The ordinance of Christ to crown,
And stamp it with his love.
4 Dear Saviour, we will tread
In thy appointed way ;
Let glory o'er these scenes be shed,
And smile on us to-day.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
HYMN
Ah! what can I, a sinner do, 31
Ah ! whither shall I go, 39
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, 3
Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound, 120
Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands, 23
And canst ihou, sinner slight, 25
And canst thou then believe, my soul, 123
And must I part with all I have 1 64
Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far, 63
As when the weary trav'ller gains, 106
Awake, awake, my slugglish soul, 13
Beneath sin's poisonous dart, 40
Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy seat, . . 65
Come, heavenly peace of mind, 5
Come, all harmonious tongues, 15
Come, weary souls, with sins distrest, 48
Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 49
Come 1o Calvary's holy mountain, 50
Come, anxious sinner, in whose breast, .... 83
Come, lost sinner, come to Jesus, 54
Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 81
Come, blessed Jesus, quickly come, 102
Come, heavenly love, inspire my song, ..... 104
Come, ye converts, come and welcome, .... 125
Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye, 1
Did Christ o'er sinners weep ! 11
Dear centre of my best desires, 103
Down to the sacred wave 129
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Farfrom my thoughts, vain world, begone, . 97
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, .... 112
Give to the winds thy fears, 91
Hear, O ye careless sinners, hear, 14
Hear, O sinner ! mercy hails you, 17
Hasten, O sinner, to be wise, 22
Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh, 47
Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, 66
How happy every child of grace, 70
Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove, 80
How lost was my condition, 84
H ow sweetly flow'd the gospel sound, 94
Hark, ten thousand harps and voices, 105
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 119
If I perish, I will go, 42
I send the joys of earth away, 61
I would not live alway, I ask not to stay, . .. 101
I love to steal awhile away, Ill
Jesus, have mercy on my soul, 41
Jesus, full pf all compassion, 43
Jesus, I my cross have taken, 59
Jesus, our best beloved friend, 63
Jesus, I love thy charming name, 82
Jesus, great Sovereign of the skies, 108
Jesus, thou everlasting King, 121
Jesus, thou hast freely saved us, 127
Long have I walked this dreary road, 34
Let worldly minds the world pursue, 67
Lord in humble, meek submission, 128
My soul would fain indulge a hope, 88
Now let our faith grow strong, and rise .... 7
Now is the accepted time, 24
Now the Saviour stands a pleading, 20
Now is the day of grace,, 30
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O for a closer walk with God, 2
O that I were as heretofore, 4
O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, 6
O that I knew it were the case, 95
O turn ye, lost sinners, for why will you die, 27
Oh, am I born to die, 35
O Lord how vile am I, 37
O that my load of sin were gone, 33
O for thai tenderness of heart, 44
O what amazing words of grace, 52
O thou God of my salvation, 71
O, how divine, how sweet the joy, 72
O blessed souls are they, 73
O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, 76
O how happy are they, 78
O. for a thousand tongues to sing, 83
On the mountain's top appearing 86
O, my soul, what means this sadness ? 87
Once" I thought my mountain strong, 89
O that 1 knew it were the case, 95
O could I find, from day to day, 109
On Jordan's stormy ba-iks 1 stand, 117
O ye blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners, 124,
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 114
Rouse ye at the Saviour's call, 21
Rejoice, for Christ, the Saviour reigns, .... 75
Return, O wanderer, return, 55
Sweet was the time, when first I felt, 8
Sinners, the voice of God regard, 16
Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 26
Sinner, awake, to think, 29
Show pity. Lord; O Lord, forgive, 32
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 45
Sinners, obey the gospel word, 56
Sinners will you scorn the message. ....... 18
96 INDEX.
Sinners, hear the mighty Saviour, 58
Saw ye not the cloud arise, 85
Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 98
Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 118
Saviour, thy law we love, 126
The Lord will happiness divine, 33
The voice that bids us all repent, 36
The Saviour calls, let everv ear, 51
To whom, my Saviour, shall 1 go, 62
To God, my Saviour, and my King, 68
The Lord into his garden comes, 74-
'Tis a point I long to know, 90
'Tis haid, when we are sick and poor, 107
To leave dear friends, 113
The Spirit in our hearts, 115
Vain man. thy fond pursuits forbear, 28
Vain world, vain world, I bid adieu, 60
Why sleep ye, my brethren ? 10
Why will ye waste on trifling cares, J2
While life prolongs its precious light, 19
Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 77
Where is my God ? does he retire, 93
When, O my Saviour, shall this heart, 99
When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come, ICO
When I can read my title clear, 110
Would you win a soul to God, 116
What sinners value, 1 resign 152
Where shall 1 go, but to thy feet, 96
Ye, who in former days, 9
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 46
Ye dying sons of men/ 57
Ye that fear the Lord, attend 79
Your harps ye trembling saints,
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