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FOR USE IN SOCIAL MEETINGS.
SELECTED AND ARRANGED BY
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SCRIBNER & CO., NEW-YORK.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1878, by
SCRIBNER & Co.,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
Copyright, 1879, by Scribner & Co.
MUSIC IN SOCIAL MEETINGS.
One reason why the music in many prayer-meetings gives so
little assistance, is found in the worn-out familiarity of the hymns
and tunes employed. There is no growth in the exercise. What
is wanted is a wider range and a fresher adaptation. But there is
no adequate chance for increase, unless the experience of the
Sabbath successes can be taken into the week-day monotony.
Then, on the other hand, one reason why the music on the
Lord's Day often has so feeble a force, is found in its exclusiveness
as a thing of high art. It remains too far out of reach of the
people. What is wanted is that the tunes should be learned, and
the hymns should be rendered usable by frequent repetition.
Both of these ends will best be secured by the employment of
the same Manual for all the services. Then the skill of the choir
will tell on the social meetings; and the education of the people
Will react powerfully upon the singing in the great congregation.
The advantage to each from the other can hardly be overestimated.
A delightful surprise will be noticed when a piece, which gave
unmistakable satisfaction on the Sabbath, is suddenly attempted in
the social circle. And when the choir try the same thing over
again, a like pleasurable surprise will be noticed; for the people
are always actually welcomed by the real artists if they do their
own part well.
Spiritual Songs, in its larger form for the church and choir,
and in this, its smaller form for the social meetings of the congre-
gation, is designed to furnish just this sort of help. It has been
hoped that a wholesome influence may be exerted by it in elevating
the style of music in the prayer-meetings, and in keeping the range
of songs used in the Sabbath services within reach.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
HYMNS.
WORSHIP i-«o
THE HOUSE OF PRAYER 61-77
THE SACRIFICE OF PRAISE 78-iii
THE CLOSE OF SERVICE 112-139
THE INSPIRED SCRIPTURES 140-149
GOD: THE ALMIGHTY FATHER.. 150-170
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.
Incarnation and Birth 171—173
Life and Character 174— I8I
Sufferings and Death 182—189
eesurrection axd reign 190—193
Exaltation and Offices 194— 19G
THE HOLY SPIRIT 197-205
THE GOSPEL OF GRACE.
Man's lost State 20G— 215
The ATONEiMEST 21C— 232
Invitations 233—250
Bepentance unto Life 251—256
HYMNS.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
Conflict with Sin 257—274
courage and cheek 275— 319
Communion with Christ 320—353
EXl'ERIENCE and GRACES 354—375
Privileges of Believers 376—383
Discipline and Sorrow 384—398
THE CHURCH.
institutions 399—402
Benevolent Work 403-^23
sunday-school 424—432
Ordinances 433—448
MISSIONS AND Growth 449—475
DEATH AND RESURRECTION 476-495
TH^ GENERAL JUDGMENT 496-500
THE REST OF HEAVEN 501-636
MISCELLANEOUS 537-^53
INDEX OF TUNES 229
INDEX OF SUBJECTS 230
INDEX OF FIRST LINES 232
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How PLEASED and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day I"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion — thrice happy place — 4 My tongue repeats her vows,
Adorned with wondrous grace, "Peace to this sacred house 1"
While walls of strength embrace thee round: For here my friends and kindred dwell;
In thee our tribes appear, And since my glorious God
To pray, and praise, and hear Makes thee his blest abode,
The sacred gospel's joyful sound. My soul shall ever love thee well.
WORSHIP.
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At thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh, do not our suit disdain 1
Shall we seek thee. Lord, in vain?
2 Lord, on thee our souls depend,
In compassion now descend ;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee ; here we stay ;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
4 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return ;
Those that are cast down lift up ;
Make them strong in faith and hope.
5 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind ;
Heal the sick ; the captive free ;
Let us all rejoice in thee.
CHAPEL. 73,
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To THY temple we repair —
Lord, we love to worship there.
When within the vail we meet
Thee upon the mercy-seat.
2 While thy glorious name is sung,
Tune our lips — unloose our tongue ;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Thee, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While to thee our prayers ascend,
Let thine ear in love attend ;
Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads —
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 While thy word is heard with awe.
While we tremble at thy law.
Let thy gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.
5 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn ;
That at evening we may say —
"We have walked with God to-day."
GERMAN CHORAL.
1. To thy temple Te re-pair — Lord, we love to worship there, When witliin the vail we moot Thee up-on the mercy -scat.
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With the early morning rays
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And dispel with purest light
All our night, — all our night.
2 Like the sun's reviving ray.
May thy love, with tender glow,
All our coldness melt away,
Warm and cheer us forth to go;
Gladly serve thee and obey,
All the day,— all the day.
3 Thou, our only Life and Guide,
Never leave us nor forsake;
In thy light may we abide
Till the eternal morning break;
Moving on to Zion's hill.
Homeward still, — homeward still.
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Lord, at thy mercy-seat,
Humbly I fail ;
Pleading thy promise sweet,
Lord, hear my call ;
Now let thy work begm,
Oh, make me pure within.
Cleanse me from every sin,
Jesus, my all.
2 Hark ! how the words of love
Tenderly fall.
Ere to the realms above.
Heard is my call;
Now every doubt has flown.
Broken my heart of stone,
Lord, I am thine alone,
Jesus, my all.
3 Still at thy mercy-seat
Humbly I fall;
Pleading thy promise sweet.
Heard is my call.
Paith wings my soul to thee;
This all my hope shall be,
Jesus has died for me,
Jesus, my all.
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Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown:
Jesus 1 thou art all compassion.
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast 1
Let us all in thee inherit.
Let us find the promised rest:
Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive I
Speedily return, and never.
Never more thy temples leave 1
3 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure, unspotted may we be:
Let us see our whole salvation
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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.
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Who will all our sorrows share?
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Take it to the Lord in prayer.
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The Pilgrim.
Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us,
Through this lonely vale of tears ;
Through the changes thou'st decreed us.
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray.
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish.
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suifer not our souls to fear.
And when mortal life is ended.
Bid us in thine arms to rest,
Till by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.
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God's lVe!co7>ie.
There 's a wideness in God's mercy.
Like the wideness of the sea:
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.
There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in his blood.
2 For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man's mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
If our love were but more simple.
We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
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Didst love them to the end; When those who love the Lord
Oh, still from thy celestial throne, In one another's peace delight,
Let gifts of love descend. And so fullill his word !
2 The love the Father bears to thee,
His own eternal Son,
Fill all thy saints, till all shall be
In pure afiection one.
3 As thou for us didst stoop so low,
Warmed by love's holy flame,
So let our deeds of kindness flow
To all that bear thy name.
4 One blessed fellowship of love.
Thy living church should stand,
Till, faultless, she at last above
Shall shine at thy right hand.
5 Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride,
With her dear Lord appears !
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She shall forget her tears 1
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In every action glow.
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The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heaven who finds
Hi^ bosom glow with love.
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We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading, vealing
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Ancient of Days !
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Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend;
Come, and thy people bless.
And give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness !
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I seek thee. Lord;
My spirit pants for thee,
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To me — to me —
As thou didst bless the bread
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Then shall all bondage cease.
All fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace.
My All-in- All !
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1 love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
2 Lord, turn to thee my soul;
Bring thy salvation near:
When will thy hand release my feet
From sin's destructive snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame !
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
5 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again ;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said.
He sought the Lord in vain.
A i Psalm 6o. T. KELLY.
Arise, ye saints, arise !
The Lord our Leader is;
The foe before his banner flies.
And victory is his.
2 We follow thee, our Guide,
Our Saviour, and our King !
We follow thee, through grace supplied
From heaven's eternal spring.
3 We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
4 This hope supports us here;
It makes our burdens light;
'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight.
5 Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more;
And ever with our Leader rest,
On yonder peaceful shore.
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My spirit on thy care.
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art love divine.
2 In thee I place my trust;
On thee I calmly rest:
I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count tliy choice the best.
3 Whate'er events betide,
Thy will they all perform;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.
4 Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me, —
Secure of having thee in all,
Of having all in thee.
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Brethren, 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;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls — come home!"
2 In the way a thousand snares
Lie, to take us unawares;
Satan, with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded part:
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But, from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon victorious be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Chik, your Father calls — come home !"
3 But of all the foes we meet,
None so oft mislead our feet,
None betray us into sin,
Like the foes that dwell within;
Yet let nothing spoil our peace,
Christ shall also conquer these;
Soon the joyful news will come,
" Child, your Father calls — come home 1"
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Gladly will I journey on,
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1. Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise. Glorious in his works and wayj.
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Children of the heavenly King,
As ye jom'ney, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are traveling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happmess shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest !
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
5 Lord, submissive make us go.
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
Rcdecmittg Love.
M. MADAM.
Kow begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove.
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace
Beammg in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move.
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears;
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and cm'se remove.
Canceled by redeeming love.
4 Welcome, all by sin opprest,
Welcome to his sacred rest;
Nothing brought him from above,
Kothiug but redeeming love.
5 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals, join the host above.
Join to praise redeeming love.
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PEINCE. L. M.
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With Ught and comfort from above:
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide
O'er every thought and step preside.
ZEPHYE. L, M.
2 To us the light of truth display,
Aud make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.
3 Lead us to holiness — the road
That we must take to dwell with God ;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his precepts stray.
4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
To be with him for ever blest;
Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share —
Fullness of joy for ever there I
W. B. BRADBURY.
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The Spirit near. A. Steele.
Sure the blest Comforter is nigh,
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hopes for ever 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.
That animates these strong desires?
3 And, when my cheerful hope can say,—
I love my God and taste his grace, —
Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray,
That brings this dawn of sacred peace ?
4 Let thy good Spirit in my heart
For ever dwell, O God of love I
And light and heavenly peace impart, —
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
M O Giver of Rest. Stewart.
Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind,
And fit mc to approach my God;
Remove each vain, each worldly thought,
And lead me to thy blest abode.
2 Hast thou imparted to my soul
A living spark of holy fire ?
"Oh, kindle now the sacred flame;
Make me to burn with pure desire.
3 A brighter faith and hope impart,
And let me now my Saviour see;
Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart,
And bid my spirit rest in thee.
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My soul, how lovely is the place,
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'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays ;
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickening rays.
3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place;
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will ;
And still we seek thy mercy there.
And sing thy praises still.
PETERBORO'. 0. M,
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Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here on earth I rove;
Speak to my heart, and let me feel
The kindling of thy love.
2 With thee conversing, I forget
All time and toil and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.
3 Thou callest me to seek thy face;
Thy face, 0 God, I seek, —
Attend the whispers of thy grace,
And hear thee inly speak.
4 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see,
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in thee.
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ST. THOMAS. S. M.
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How CHARMING is the place
Where my Redeemer, God,
Unvails the beauty of his face,
And sheds his love abroad !
2 Not the fair palaces.
To which the great resort,
Are once to be compared with this,
Where Jesus holds his court.
3 Here on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crowned.
Our joyful eyes behold him sit
And smile on all around.
4 Give me, 0 Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.
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My God ! permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy doth implore;
Not travelers, in desert lands,
Can pant for water more.
3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this, —
To serve and please the Ijord.
4 111 wakeful hours at night,
I call my God to mind;
I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.
5 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And, on thy watchful providence.
My cheerful hope relies.
6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
1 follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.
0\3 Psalm 84. I. WA1
Welcome, sweet day of rest.
That saw the Lord arise !
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes I
2 The King himself comes near.
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here may we sit and see him here.
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day, amid the place
Where my dear Lord hath been.
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Within the tents of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this.
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
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GLOET. S. M.
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Come, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly Eang
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound.
And every tear be dry;
We 're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
LISBON. S, M.
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Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb ;
Wake, every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Smg of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing, how he intercedes above
For those whose sms he bore.
3 Ye pilgrims I on the road
To Zion's city, sing !
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God, —
In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say, —
" Ye blessed children ! come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.
5 There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
DANIEL READ.
1. Welcome, sffeet day of rest, That saw the Lord a- rise, Welcome to this re - riTing breast, And these rejoic - ing eyes.
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PACKINGTON. S. M.
1. With joy we lift onr eyes To those bright realms aboTe, That glorions temple in the skies, Where dwells e - ternal lore.
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Hymn of praise.
With joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before thy throne we bow,
0 thou almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 While in thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear.
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.
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Now LET our voices join
To raise a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims ! in Jehovah's ways, -
With music pass along.
2 See — flowers of paradise.
In rich profusion, spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
3 See — Salem's golden spires.
In beauteous prospect, rise;
And brighter crowns thau mortals wear.
Which sparkle through the skies.
4 All honor to his name,
Who marks the shining way, — ■
To him who leads the pilgrims on
To realms of endless day.
STATE STREET. S. M.
J. C. WOODMAN.
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1 LOVE thy kingdom. Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy Church, O God !
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thine hand.
3 For her my tears shall fall.
For her my prayers ascend;
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Till toils and cares shall end.
4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vow9,
Her hymns of love and praise.
5 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
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Day is dying in the AVest;
Heaven is touching earth with rest:
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps ahght
Through all the sky.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts !
Heaven and earth are full of thee !
Heaven and earth are praising thee,
O Lord most high !
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2 Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the Universe, thy home,
Gather us who seek thy face
To the fold of thy embrace,
For thou art nigh.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts !
Heaven and earth are full of thee !
Heaven and earth are praising thee,
O Lord most high !
BUljlTUJJii, VS. I H» , L. T. DOWNES.
1. Je- sus, Je-8us!?is-it me: How my soiillongs after thee! When, my best, my dearest Friend!
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Jesus, Jesus ! visit me ;
How my soul longs after thee !
When, my best, my dearest Friend !
Shall our separation end ?
2 Lord ! my longings never cease;
Without tnee I find no peace;
'T is my constant cry to thee, —
Jesus, Jesus ! visit me.
3 Mean the joys of earth appear,
All below is dark and drear;
Naught but thy beloved voice
Can my wretched heart rejoice.
4 Thou alone, ray gracious Lord !
Art iny shield and great reward;
All my hope, my Saviour thou, —
To thy sovereign will I bow.
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ROLLAND. L. M.
W. B. BRADBURY.
1. How pleasant, how di - vinely fair, O Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are I With long desire my
spir - it faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
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How PLEASANT, liow divinely fair,
0 Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are I
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God ! my King ! why should I be
So far from all my joys, and thee ?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays.
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength.
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
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God is our shield, he guards our way
From all the assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory, too ;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power.
Till all on earth thy name adori; 1
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0 Christ ! with each returning morn
Thine image to our hearts be borne;
And may we ever clearly see
Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee !
2 All hallowed be our walk this day;
May meekness form our early ray,
And faithful love our noontide light,
And hope our «unset, calm and bright.
3 May grace each idle thought control,
And sanctify our wayward soul;
May guile depart, and malice cease,
And all within be joy and peace.
4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless;
Make plain the way of holiness:
From sudden falls our feet defend.
And cheer at last our journey's end.
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Great God ! attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs ;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace !
Nor tents of ease, nor tlirones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
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SAMUEL WEBBE.
1. Bless, 0 my soul ! the living God, Call homo thy tiiouglits that rove abroa(l;Iet all the powers, withiu me,joiii In workand worship so divine.
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Bless, 0 my soul ! the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ;
Let all the powers, Avithin me, join
In work and worship so diviue.
2 Bless, 0 my soul ! the God of grace ;
His favors claim thy highest praise :
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in sUence and forgot?
3 'Tis he, my soul ! who sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
4 Let the whole earth his power confess,
Let the whole earth adore his y-race :
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
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Praise ye the Lord; exalt his name,
While in his earthly courts ye wait,
Ye saints, that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ:
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
3 Bless ye the Lord who taste hia love.
People and priests exalt his name;
Among his saints he ever dwells;
His chm'ch is his Jerusalem.
MIGDOL. L. M.
LOWELL MASON.
1. S^weet is the work, my God, my King,To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To showthy loveby morning
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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 trutii at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
JS^o mortal care shall seize my breast;
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Like David's harp of solemn sound I
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine i
How deep thy counsels ! how divine 1
4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.
5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.
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1. Come, let us join ourcheerfulsoDgsflithaagelsround the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all theirjoys are oie.
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Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus!"
"Worthy the Lamb!" our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine!
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high.
And speak thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb!
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Come, let us lift our joyful eyes.
Up to the courts above.
And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.
2 Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord:
No fiery cherub guards his seat.
Nor double flaming sword.
3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach the almighty throne.
4 To thee ten thousfind thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high,
And glory to the eternal King,
Who lays his anger by.
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Come, let us join our songs of praise
To our ascended Priest;
He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.
2 Below he washed our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;
Now he appears before the throne,
* And pleads our cause with God.
3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame.
And how to shield us from the foes
Which he himself o'ercame.
4 Nor time, nor distance, e 'er shall quench
The fervor of his love;
For us he died in kindness here.
For us he lives above.
5 Ohl may we ne'er forget his grace,
Nor blush to bear his name;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith —
Our lips his praise proclaim.
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The head that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory noV;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords,
Is his by sovereign right;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright; —
3 The joy of all who dwell above^
The joy of all below.
To whom he manifests his love.
And grants his name to know.
4 To them the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name — an everlasting name.
Their joy — the joy of heaven.
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Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is Hke to that above.
2 Before oi^r Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one.
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizin.ii: tear.
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4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way:
While each iu 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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1. Je - sns, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim; Thon in the- midst of ns shalt be, As - sembled in thy name.
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Thy promised presence claun;
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in thy name.
2 Not in the name of pride
Or selfishness we meet;
From nature's paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget.
3 We meet the grace to take,
"Vyhich thou hast freely given;
We meet on earth for thy dear sake,
That we may meet in heaven.
4 Present we know thou art,i
But, oh, thyself reveal 1
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
Thy mighty comfort feel
B. BEDDOMS.
5 Oh, may thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice,
In hope of perfect love.
*'" Christian Union.
Let party names no more
The Christian world o'erspread;
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ their head.
2 Among the saints on earth.
Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crowned.
3 Thus will the church below
Resemble that above;
Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And every heart is love.
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WORSHIP.
O 1 spiritual Songs, p. 30. w. w. walford.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
Aud bids me, at my Father's throne.
Make all my wauts aud wishes known:
1 u seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief.
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
^y thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
Aud, since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I '11 cast on him my every care.
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
9 m spiritual Songs, ^. 2^^. anon.
My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation,
1 catch the sweet, though far-oflf, hymn
That hails a new creation;
Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul —
How can I keep from singing?
2 What though my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Saviour hveth;
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth ;
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
3 I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it;
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am his —
How can I keep from singing?
"** Spiritual Songs, i>. iTi. E. codnrr.
Lord, I hear of si lowers of blessing
Thou art scattering full and free;
Showers the thirsty soul refreshing;
Let some dropings fall on me!
Ref. — Even me, even me —
Let thy blessing fall on me.
2 I'ass me not, 0 gracious Father I
Lost and sinful though I be ;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy Hght on me. — Ref.
3 Have I long in sin been sleeping, —
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping? —
Oh, forgive and rescue me! — Ref.
4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Testify of Jesus' merit.
Speak the word of peace to me. — Ref.
tl^ spiritual Songs, p. 54. A. warner.
One more day's Avork for Jesus,
One less of life for me!
But heaven is nearer. And Christ is dearer,
Than yesterday, to me;
His love and light
Fill all my soul to-night.
Ref. — One more day's work for Jesus,
One more day's work for Jesus,
One more day's work for Jesus,
One less of life for me.
2 One more day's work for Jesus!
How sweet the work has been,
To tell the story, To show the glory.
Where Christ's flock enter in!
How did it shine
In this poor heart of mine! — Ref.
3 Oh, blessed work for Jesus!
Oh, rest at Jesus' feet!
There toil seems pleasure. My wants are
And pain for him is sweet, [treasure,
Lord, if I may,
I'll serve another day! — Ref.
00 spiritual Songs, -p. 26$. H. mote.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
1 dare not trust the sweetest frame.
But wholly lean on Jesus' name:
Ref. — On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness seems to vail his face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every higli and stormy gale.
My anchor holds within the vail: — Ref.
3 His oath, his covenant, and blood.
Support me in the whelming flood:
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay: — Ref.
WORSHIP.
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XAVIER SCHNYDER VON WARTENSER.
1. Earth has nothing sweetor fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But be -fore ray eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Sonrce of Spring,
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Earth has nothing sweet or fah",
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
2 When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Saviour's form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.
3 When the star-beams pierce the night.
Oft I think on Jesus' light ;
Think how bright that hght will be,
Shining through eternity.
t' ' '■^ Who first loved -us." anon.
Saviour! teach me, day by day,
Love's sweet lesson to obey;
Sweeter lesson cannot be, —
Loving him who first loved me.
2 With a childlike heart of love,
At thy bidding may I move;
Prompt to serve and follow thee.
Loving him who first loved me.
3 Teach me all thy steps to trace.
Strong to follow in thy grace;
Learning how to love from thee,
Loving him who first loved me.
^ ^ Hymti at Parting. anon.
Thou, from whom we never part.
Thou, whose love is everywhere,
Thou, who seest every heart.
Listen to our evening prayer.
2 Father, fill our hearts with love.
Love unfailing, full and free;
Love that no alarm can move.
Love that ever rests on thee.
3 Heavenly Father! through the night
Keep us safe from every ill;
Cheerful as tlie morning light.
May we wake to do thy will.
VAN ALSTVNE.
"t' spiritual Songs, 1(1. 176.
Jesus, keep me near the Cross,
There a precious fountain,
Free to all — a healing stream.
Flows from Calvary's mountain.
Ref. — In the Cross, in the Cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me:
There the bright and morning star
Shed its beams around me. — Ref.
3 Near the Cross, 0 Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o'er me.— Ref.
"" spiritual Songs, p. 170. F. c. van alstvne.
Pass me not, 0 gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others thou art smiling.
Do not pass me by.
Ref. —
Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry!
While on others thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
2 Let me at thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition.
Help my unbelief. — Ref.
3 Trusting only in thy merit.
Would I seek thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit.
Save me by thy grace. — Ref.
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DALLAS, 7s.
FROM M. L. CHEROBINI.
A Prayer in Need. J. newton
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer ;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 With my burden I begin: —
Lord ! remove this load of sin ;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt.
Set my conscience free from guilt.
3 Lord 1 I come to thee for rest;
Take possession of my breast:
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There, thy blood-bought right maintain,
And, without a rival, reign.
4 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer ;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
5 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a Ufe of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.
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Lord ! I cannot let thee go.
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face.
Mine's an urgent, pressing case,
2 Once a sinner, near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer;
Mercy heard and set him free —
Lord ! that mercy came to me.
3 Many days have passed since then.
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but thou?
4 Thou hast helped in every need-
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past.
Canst thou let me sink at last?
5 No — I must maintain my hold;
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take.
Since I plead for Jesus' sake.
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WTLLIAM HENRV MOKK, atT.
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As WITH gladness men of old
Did the guiding star behold,
As ■with joy they hailed its light,
Leading onward, beaming bright;
So, most gracious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to thee.
2 As with joyful steps they sped,
Saviour, to thy manger bed.
There to bend the knee before
Thee whom heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek the mercy-seat.
3 As they offered gifts most rare
At thy cradle rude and bare,
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin's alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to thee our heavenly King.
4 Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds thy glory hide.
A. J. F. HEROLn.
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Thet who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.
2 In our sickness and our health,
In our want, or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere'.
3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the foes of life prevail,
'Tis the time for earnest prayer;
God is present everywhere.
4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer:
God is present everywhere.
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Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
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And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er.
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
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1. Hail, tranquil hoar of closing day ! Begone, disturbing eare ! And look, ray soul, from earth away, To him who heareth prayer.
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Hail, tranquil hour of closing day !
Begone, disturbing care 1
And look, my soul, fi-om earth away,
To him who heareth prayer.
2 How sweet the tear of penitence,
Before his throne of grace,
While, to the contrite spirit's sense.
He shows his smiling face.
And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and
To trust his love for all. [fears,
4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope,
Beyond this fading sky.
And hear him call his children up
To his fair home on high.
5 Calmly tlie day forsakes our heaven
To dawn beyond the west;
3 How sweet, thro' long remembered years, So let my soul, in life's last even,
His mercies to recall; Retire to glorious rest.
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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
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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 speech
That infant lips can try ;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air:
His watchword at the gates of death —
He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry — "Behold he prays !"
6 O thou, by whom we come to God-
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ;
Lord ! teach us how to pray.
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B. BEDDOME.
Prayer is the breath of God in man,
Returning whence it came;
Love is the sacred fire within.
And prayer the rising flame.
2 It gives the burdened spirit ease,
And soothes the troubled breast;
Yields comfort to the mourning soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 When God inclines the heart to pray,
He hath an ear to hear;
To him there's music in a sigh,
And beauty in a tear.
4 The humble suppliant cannot fail
To have his wants supplied,
Since He for sinners intercedes.
Who once for sinners died.
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Jesus, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
luvites us all our grief to tell,
To pray and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear, — •
We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.
SHIELAND.
3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear
His chosen when they cry;
Yes, though he may a while forbear,
He'll help them from on high.
4 Then let us earnest cry.
And never faint in prayer;
He sees, he hears, and, fi-om on high,
Will make our cause his care.
S. STANLEY.
" God pities.'" v. uoudridge.
Our heavenly Father calls.
And Christ invites us near;
With both, our friendship shall be sweet
And our communion dear.
2 God pities all our griefs:
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way,
3 How large his bounties are !
What various stores of good.
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchased Avith his blood !
4 Jesus, our living Head,
We bless thy faithful care;
Our Advocate before the throne,
And our Forerunner there.
5 Here fix, my roving heart !
Here wait, my warmest love !
1^11 the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.
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Behold the throne of grace
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 That rich atoning blood.
Which sprinkled round I see,
I'rovides for those who come to God
An all-prevailing plea.
3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold:
Shice his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold ?
4 Thine image. Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
5 Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to thine:
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
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It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar.
And sense and sin molest no more.
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
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The oil of gladness, on our heads, —
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There they behold tliy mercy-seat;
"Where'er they seek thee thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where tliey come,
And going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.
4 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengtlien faith and sweeten care,
To teach our faint d<r>sires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
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Oh, be thy boundless love revealed
In all its height and breadth and length
4 Grant these requests — I ask no more,
But to thy care the rest resign :
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All shall be well, if thou art mine.
• • Prayers hindered. w. cowper.
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy -seat I
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer
But wishes to be often there ?
2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with-
draw ;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words ? ah ! think again ;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in suj^plication sent,
Our cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord hath done for me 1"
# tF " The evil hour." m. bruce.
Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears, —
The Guardian of mankind appears.
2 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name.
He knows the frailty of our frame.
3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, his agonies, and cries.
4 In every pang that rends the heart.
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.
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AxD dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?"
Lord, I would seize the golden hour:
1 pray to be released from guilt,
And freed from sin and Satan's power.
2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ;
More of thine image let me bear :
Erect thy throne within my heart.
And reign without a rival there.
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OLD HUNDEED. L. M.
GUILLAUME FRANC.
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Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations I bow with sacred joy :
Know that the Lord is God alone :
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care, —
Our souls, and all our mortal frame :
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker 1 to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs.
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity, thy love ;
Firm as a rock tliy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
§U Psalm TOO. W. KETHE.
All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with mirth, his praise fortli tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.
2 Know that the Lord is God indeed ;
Without our aid he did us make :
We are his flock, he dotli us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.
3 Oh, enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto :
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why ? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure ;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age eudure.
oU Doxology. T. KBM.
Praise God, from whom all blessing flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below ;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Ol. Doxology. I- WATTS.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all ou earth, and all in heaven.
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From all that dwell below the skies.
Let the Creator's praise arise :
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every laud, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies. Lord 1
Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise aud set no more.
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Now TO the Lord a noble song !
Awake, my soul I awake, my tongue !
Hosauna to the eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, —
The brightest image of his grace !
God, iu the person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace ! — 't is a sweet, a charming theme :
-My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound:
Ye heavens I reflect it to the ground.
4 Oh, may I reach that happy place,
Where he unvails his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
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High in the heavens, eternal God I
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That vails and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep :
Wise are tlie wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 My God, how excellent thy grace !
Whence all our hope and comfort springs ;
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
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Lord God of Hosts, by all adored ,
Thy name we praise with one accord;
The earth and heavens are full of thee,
Thy light, thy love, thy majesty,
2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name
Angels and seraphim proclaim;
Eternal praise to thee is given
By all the powers and thrones in heaven.
3 The apostles join the glorious throng,
The prophets aid to swell the song.
The noble and triumphant host
Of martyrs make of thee their boast.
4 The holy church in every place
Throughout the world exalts thy praise;
Both heaven and earth do worship thee,
Thou Father of eternity !
5 From day to day, O Lord, do we
Highly exalt and honor thee;
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end for evermore.
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Holy Spirit, come thou nigh:
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Father, save me from my sin;
Saviour, I thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
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2 Father, let me taste thy love;
Saviour, fill my soul with peace ;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Sou, and Spirit, bless I
Father, Son, and Spirit — thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God !
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Holy, holy, holy Lord
God of Hosts! when heaven and earth,
Out of darkness, at thy word
Issued into glorious l)irth.
All thy works before thee stood.
And thiue eye beheld them good.
While they sung with sweet accord.
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
2 Holy, holy, holy ! thoe,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit ! we.
Dust and ashes, would adore:
Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by thee redeemed,
Sing we here with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord 1
3 Holy, holy, holy ! all
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing,
While the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices, swell one hymn,
Blending in sublime accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord 1
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Lord of earth ! thy forming hand
AVell this beauteous frame hath planned ;
Woods that> wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power:
Yet, amid this scene so fair.
Should I cease thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have 1 on earth but thee?
2 liord of heaven 1 beyond our sight
Shines a world of purer light;
There in love's unclouded reign
Parted hands shall meet again:
Oh, that world is passing fair !
Yet, if thou wert absent there,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
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To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry: —
3 0 holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey.
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway 1
4 The apostles' glorious company.
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the mai'tyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
*J" Eternity. i. WATTS.
Gkeat God ! how infinite art thou 1
What worthless worms are we !
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears —
Great God ! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn.
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
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Lord of men, as well as angels !
Thou art every creature's theme:
Lord of every land and nation !
Ancient of eternal days !
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and awful praise.
2 For the grandeur of thy nature, —
Grand, beyond a seraph's thought;
For the wonders of creation,
Works with skill and kindness wrought
For thy providence, that governs
Through thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;
Blessed be thy gentle reign.
3 For thy rich, thy free redemption,
Bright, though vailed in darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father's glory !
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue 1 such guilty silence.
Sing the Lord who came to die: —
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To the cross of deepest woe.
Came to ransom guilty captives ! —
Flow, my praise ! for ever flow:
Re-ascend, immortal Saviour !
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return and reign for ever; —
Be the kingdom all thine own !
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Crown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father's name.
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.
Hail, ye saints, who know his favor.
Who within his gates are found;
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' Let his courts with praise resound.
2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;
Thee our Saviour ! thee our God 1
From his throne his beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
In his word his light arises,
Brightest beams of truth and grace;
Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices.
In his courts your offerings place.
3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing.
Rise eternal round thy throne;
Now, ye saints, his power confessing.
In your grateful strains adore;
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Jehovah is the sovereign God,
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He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord :
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Sing to the Lord, our Might,
With holy fervor sing;
Let hearts and instruments unite
To praise our heavenly King.
2 The Sabbath to our sires
In mercy first was given;
The Church her Sabbaths still requires
To speed her on to heaven.
3 We still, like them of old.
Are in the wilderness;
And God is still as near his fold,
To pity and to bless.
4 Then let us open wide
Our hearts for him to fill;
And he, that Israel then supplied.
Will help his Israel still.
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All hail tbe power of Jesus' name I
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Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall;
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball.
To him all majesty ascribe.
And crown him Lord of all.
6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
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0 Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee,
Clothed with all majesty divine,
Eternal power and glory be !
Eternal praise, of right, is thine.
2 Reign, Prince of life ! that once thy brow
Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ;
Reign, throned beside the Father now,
Adored the Son of God first-born.
3 From angel hosts that round thee stand.
With forms more pure than spotless snow,
From the bright burning seraph band,
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow.
4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs,
Born of deep fervent love, shall rise;
All honor to thy name belongs.
Our lips would sound it to the skies.
5 " Jesus ! " — all earth shall speak the word ;
"Jesus !" — all heaven resound it still;
Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord !
Thy praise the universe shall fill,
V I Psalm 45. I. WATTS.
Now BE my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King, —
Jesus the Lord ; how heavenly fair
His form ! how bright his beauties are !
2 O'er all the sons of human race ,
He shines with a superior grace:
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy deUght.
4 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head ;
And with his Sacred Spirit blessed
His first-born Sou above the rest.
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0 Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord I
Saviour of all who trust thy word 1
To them who seek thee ever near,
Now to our praises bend thine ear.
2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, —
It flows from every streaming wound, —
Whose power our inbred shi controls,
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.
3 Thou didst create the stars of night;
Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light,
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear
A mortal's painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree.
The quaking earth acknowledged thee;
When thou didst there yield up thy breath,
The world grew dark as shades of death,
5 Now in the Father's glory high,
Great Conqueror I never more to die,
Us by thy mighty power defend,
And reign through ages without end.
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NICHOLAUS HERMANN.
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The Lord, our God, is full of might,
The winds obey his will ;
He speaks, — and, in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatning aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ;
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies ;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God. *
ST. ANN'S. C. M.
A\'" Providence. I. WATTS.
Keep silence, all created things !
And wait your Maker's nod;
My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God.
2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,
Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave to be.
3 His providence unfolds the book.
And makes his counsels shine;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke.
Fulfills some deep design.
4 My God ! I would not long to see
My fate, with curious eyes —
What gloomy lines are writ for me.
Or what bright scenes may rise.
5 In thy fair book of life and grace,
Oh, may I find my name
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.
WM. CROFT.
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God eternal. Lord of all !
Lowly at thy feet we fall:
All the world doth worship thee;
We amidst the throng would be.
All the holy angels cry,
Hail, thrice-holy, God most high !
Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Be the same loud anthem ours.
2 Glorified apostles raise,
Night and day, continual praise ;
Hast thou not a mission too
For thy children here to do ?
With the prophets' goodly line
We in mystic bond combine ;
For thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.
3 Martyrs, in a noble host,
Of thy cross are heard to boast ;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
We with them thy cross would bear.
All thy church, in heaven and earth,
Jesus ! hail thy spotless birth ; —
Seated on the judgment-throne,
Number us among thine own 1
C. WESLEY.
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Glory be to God on high, —
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven, —
Man, the well-beloved of heaven.
Sovereign Father, Heavenly King 1
Thee we now presume to sing;
Glad thine attributes confess,
Glorious all, and numberless.
2 Hail, by all thy works adored I
Hail, the everlasting Lord !
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,-
God of power, and God of love !
Christ our Lord and God we own, —
Christ the Father's only Son;
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending man.
3 Jesus ! in thy name we pray.
Take, oh, take our sins away 1
Powerful Advocate with God !
Justify us by thy blood.
Hear, for thou, 0 Christ 1 alone,
Art with thy great Father one;
One the Holy Ghost with thee; —
One supreme eternal Three.
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Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh — his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing.
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud and honor the Son ;
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the
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A""i '^ Worship the King." R.GRANT.
Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Tavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the
plain.
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end !
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend.
LOWBH. MASON.
1. Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire, let us thine influence proTC ; Source of the old prophetic Gre ! Fountain of life and love !
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Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire,
Let us thine influence prove;
Source of the old i)rophctic fire !
Fountain of life and love !
2 Water with heavenly dew thy word.
In this appointed hour;
Attend it with thy presence. Lord,
And bid it come with power.
3 Open the hearts of them that hear,
To make the Saviour room ;
Now let us find redemption near;
Let faith by hearing come.
lUO ^^ Come, Lord!" A. STEELE.
Come, thou Desire of all thy saints !
Our humble strains attend,
While with our praises and complaints,
liow at thy feet we bend.
2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise !
How should our souls, on wings of love.
Mount upward to tlie skies !
3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.
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ARMENIA. C. M.
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Do NOT I love thee, 0 my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn the dearest idol out
That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?
4 Thou knowest that I love thee. Lord;
But, oh, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys.
And learn to love thee more.
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Lord ! when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour.
Oh, may we feel the sins we own.
And hate what we deplore.
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart:
And let a healing ray from thee
Beam hope on every heart.
3 Let faith each meek petition fill.
And waft it to the skies;
And teach our hearts 't is goodness still
That grants it or denies.
■'■"*' The Mercy-Seat. a. Steele.
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat
My soul for shelter flies:
'Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
2 My cheerful hope can never die.
If thou, my God, art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high.
And banish every fear.
3 My great Protector, and my Lord !
Thy constant aid impart;
Oh, let thy kind, thy gracious word
Sustain my trembling heart.
A A" '■' Hearts to Pray." j. NEWTON.
Agaix our earthly cares we leave,
Aud to thy courts repair;
Again with joyful feet we come,
To meet our Saviour here.
2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear !
Thy presence now display;
We bow within thy house of prayer;
Oh, give us hearts to pray !
3 Show us some token of thy love.
Our fainting hopes to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above.
To aid our feeble praise.
'■-'-•■- Retirement. w. COWPER.
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee.
From strife aud tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul.
And grace her mean abode.
Oil, with what peace, and joy, and love.
She then communes with God.
4 Author and Guardian of my life !
Sweet source of light divine.
And — all harmonious names in one —
My Saviour — thou art mine !
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HTJESLEY. L. M.
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Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes 1
2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought — how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast 1
EVENING HYMN. L. M.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
4 Be near to bless me when I wake,
Ere through the world my way I take;
Abide with me till in thy love
I lose myself in heaven above.
11 tS Evening song. t. ke
Glory to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings !
Beneath thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the judgment-day.
4 Oh, let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close i
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous mat«>..
To serve my God when I awake.
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OVERBERG. L. M,
J. C. H. KINK.
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Great God ! to thee my evening soug
With humble gratitude I raise;
Oh, let thy mercy tuue my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gentle, rolling hour.
Are monuments of wondrous grace.
And witness to thy love and power.
3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus; his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God !
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
Benediction.
J. NEWTON.
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The peace which God alone reveals,
And by his word of grace imparts,
Which only the believer feels,
Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts !
2 And may the holy Three in One,
The Father, Word, and Comforter,
Pour an abundant blessing down
On every soul assembled here !
3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise hrni, all creatm-es here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host !
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
HEBRON. L. M.
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Thus far the Lord has led me on;
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall .make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste.
And I, perhaps, am near my home.
But he forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come,
3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
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4 Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to break my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
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Dismiss us with thy blessing. Lord 1
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss, forgive.
And let thy truth within us Uve.
2 Though we are guilty, thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every burdened soul release.
And bid us all depart in peace.
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DENNIS. S. M.
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The swift decliDing day,
How fast its momeuts fly !
While eveuing's broad and gloomy shade
Gains on the western sky.
2 Ye mortals, mark its pace.
And use the hours of light;
And know, its Maker can command
At once eternal night.
3 Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the whirling sphere;
Submissive at his footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.
4 Then shall new lustre break
Through death's impending gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light,
In your celestial home.
1 A tf "Abide with us." j. M. nealk.
The day, O Lord, is spent;
Abide with us, and rest;
Our hearts' desires are fully bent
On making thee our guest.
2 We have not reached that land,
That happy laud, as yet,
Where holy angels round thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.
3 Our sun is sinking now,
Our day is almost o'er;
O Sun of Righteousness, do thou
Shine on us evermore I
1/wU " Still -with ihec" j. n. burns.
Still, still with tliee, my God,
I would desire to be:
Vi"^ day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with thee.
2 With thee when dawn comes in.
And calls me back to care,
Eacli day returning to begin
AVith thee my God in prayer.
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3 With thee when day is done,
And evening calms the mind;
The setting, as the I'ising, sun
With thee my heart would find.
4 With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee.
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To God the only wise.
Who keeps us by his word.
Be glory now and evermore,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
2 Hosanna to the Word,
Who from the Father came;
Ascribe salvation to the Lord,
And ever bless his name.
3 The grace of Christ our Lord,
The Father's boundless love,
The Spirit's blest communion, too,
Be with us from above.
W. J. BLEW.
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•LUi^ The final rest.
The day is past and gone,
Great God, we bow to thee;
Again, as shades of night steal on.
Unto thy side we flee.
2 Oh, when shall that day come,
Ne'er sinking in the west.
That country and that happy home,
Where none shall break our rest; —
3 Where all things shall be peace,
And pleasure without end,
And golden harps, that never cease,
With joyous liymns .shall blend; —
4 Where we, preserved beneath
The shelter of thy wing.
For evermore thy praise shall breathe.
And of thy mercy smg.
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EVENINa. S. M.
1. Tho day is past and gone, The erening shades appear; Oh, may we all re - member well The night of death draws near.
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The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh, may we all remember well
The night of death draws near!
2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possessed.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
4 And when we early rise.
And view the unwearied sun.
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
5 And when our days are past.
And we from time remove.
Oh, may we in thy bosom rest.
The bosom of thy love !
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Lord, at this closing hour,
Establish every heart
Upon thy word of truth and power,
To keep us when we part.
2 Peace to our brethren give;
Fill all our hearts with love;
In faith and patience may we live,
And seek our rest above.
3 Through changes, bright or drear.
We would thy will pursue;
And toil to spread thy kingdom here.
Till we its glory view.
4 To God, the only wise.
In every age adored.
Let glory fi'om the church arise
Throug^h Jesus Christ our Lord !
Sabbath ended.
A. STEELE.
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The day of praise is done ;
The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun.
True Light that lightenest all !
2 Around thy throne on high,
Where night can never be.
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to thee.
3 Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire ;
But oh, the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir !
4 Yet, Lord ! to thy dear will
If thou attune the heart,
We in thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.
5 Shine thou within us, then,
A day that knows no end.
Till songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
X ^ V» At Dismission. j. HART.
Once more, before we part,
Oh, bless the Saviour's name !
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.
2 Lord, in thy grace we came,
That blessing still impart;
We met in Jesus' sacred name,
In Jesus' name we part.
3 Still on thy holy word
Help us to feed, and grow,
Still to go on to know the Lord,
And practice what we know.
4 Now, Lord, before we part.
Help us to bless thy name:
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.
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EVENTIDE. 10s.
WM. H. MONK.
1. A-bide with me ! Fast fallsthe ev - en - tide, The darkness deepens — Lord, with me a - bide !
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When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, ^^ro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me 1
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ! 4 Hold thou thy cro.ss before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; the skies;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain
Change and decay in all around I see; shadows tiec !
0 thou, who changest not, abide with me 1 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me 1
PAX DEI. 10s.
J. B. DVKES.
1. Saviour, a -gain to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise;
We rise to blessthee ere our worship cease
And now, de - parting, wait thy word of peace.
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Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise
With one accord our parting hymn of praise ;
We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease.
And now, departing, wait thy word of peace,
2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward
way;
With thee began, with thee shall end the day ;
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts
from shame,
That in this house have called upon thy name.
3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the
coming night;
Turn thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to thee.
4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly
life,
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife;
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict
cease.
Call us, O Lord, to thiuc eternal peace.
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HOLLET. 7s.
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Softly now the light of day-
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast kuown
All of man's infirmity;
Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
^*J" ^'■Foretastes." J. MONTGOMERY.
For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth and King of heaven 1
2 Cold our services have been,
Mingled every prayer with sin:
But thou canst and wilt forgive;
By thy grace alone we live.
3 While this thorny path we tread,
May thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past.
May we rest with thee at last.
4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joys above;
While their steps thy children bend
To the rest which knows no end.
SEYMOUR. 7b.
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EMMELAE.
J. BARNBY.
1. Nowthe day is o - ver, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
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Day is over. s. baking-GOULD.
Now THE day is over,
Niglit is drawing nigh,
Shadows of tlie eveniug
Steal across the sky.
2 Jesus, give the weary
Cahu and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May our eyeUds close.
3 Grant to little children
Visions bricrht of thee ;
A LITTLE WHILE, lis, 10s.
Guard the sailor tossing
On the deep blue sea.
4 Through the long night-watches,
^lay thine angel.s spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
5 When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise,
Pure and fresh and sinless
In thy holy eyes.
F. L. BBNJAMIN.
1. Oh, for the peace which floweth like a riv - er, Making life's desert places bloom and smile !
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Oh, for the peace which floweth like a river,
Making life's desert places bloom and
smile!
Oh, for the faith to grasp heaven's bright
"for ever,"
Amid the shadows of earth's "little
while!"
2 A little while for patient vigil-keeping.
To face the storm, to battle with the
strong ;
A little while to sow the seed with weeping.
Then bind tlie sheaves and sing the har-
vest song!
3 A little while to keep the oil from f\xiling,
A little while faith's llickering lamp to
trim;
And then, the Bridegroom's coming foot-
ste})s hailing,
I'o haste to meet him with the bridal
hymn !
4 And He who is himself the gift and
giver,—
The future glory and the present smile, —
With the bright promise of the glad "for
ever"
Will light the shadows of the "little
while!"
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LAST BEAM. P. M.
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HUNTINGTON.
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Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining,
Father in heaven, the day is declining;
Safety and innocence fly with the light,
Temptation and danger walk forth with the night:
From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime,
Shield me from danger, save me from crime! — Ref.
2 Father in heaven, oh, hear when we call!
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all;
Feeble and fainting, Ave trust in thy might;
In doubting and darkness, thy love be our light ;
Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns,
Wake in thine arms when morninar returns. — Ref.
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SEGUR, 83, 7s, 4s
J. p. HOLBROOK.
1 Gruide me O thou great Jeho-vah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty ;
Hold me with thy powerful band ; Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me tjU I want no more.
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Guide rae, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land ;
1 am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open thou the crystal fountain
Whence the heaUng streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through;
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death ! and hell's Destruction I
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
OLIPHANT. 88, 7s, 4a.
^*i*y " Lead us f j. edmeston.
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us
O'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,
For we have no help but thee;
Yet possessing Every blessing.
If our God our Father be.
2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us;
All our weakness thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us;
Thou didst feel its keenest woe;
Lone and dreary, Faint and weary,
Through the desert thou didst go.
3 Spirit of our God, descending.
Fill our hearts Avith heavenly joy;
Love with every passion blending,
Pleasure that can never cloy;
Thus provided. Pardoned, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.
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GKEENVILLE, 83, 7s, 4s
J. J. ROUSSEAU.
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1. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing.Filloiir hearts with joy and pcaoo; \ Let us each thy love pos - sess-ing, )
p. c. Oh, re - fresh us, Oh, re ■ fresh us. Traveling through this wilderaess. j Iri-umph in re -deeming (07>u7) \ grace;
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Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
Oh, refresh us,
Traveling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound.
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
May thy presence
With us evermore be found.
3 So, whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away ;
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay,
May we, ready,
Rise and reign in endless day.
A O I '^ Keep us safe." T. kelly.
God of our salvation ! hear us;
Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go;
When we join the world, be near us,
Lest we cold and careless grow.
Saviour ! keep us ;
Keep us safe from every foe.
2 As our steps are drawing nearer
To our everlasting home.
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come;
STOOKWELL, 8s, Ts.
And, when dying,
May thy presence cheer the gloom.
-■•"^ Benediction. j. NEWTON.
May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us fi'om above !
2 Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord;
And possess in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.
A O v Evening blessing. j. edmeston.
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.
2 Though desti'uction walk around us,
Though the arrow near us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us,
We are safe if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary.
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watcheth where thy people be.
4 Should swift death this night o'ertakeus,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
D. E. JONES.
1. Savioor, breathe an evening blessing. Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want wecomeconfes8ing;Thoacan8t8aTe,andthonc4nst heal.
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THE SCRIPTURES.
LOWELL MASON.
1. The heaTens declare thy glory, Lord! In every star thy wisdom shiaes; But, whenoarcyes behold thy word, Wercadthynameiufaircr lines.
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The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 1
lu every star thy wisdom shines;
But, when our eyes behold thy word.
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The rolling sun, the changing light,'
And nights and days thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So, when thy truth began its race.
It touched and glanced on every land.
4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest.
Till through the world thy truth has run,
Till Christ has all the nations blessed.
That see the light, or feel the sun.
5 Great Sun of righteousness! arise;
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view.
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven:
Lord ! cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.
AtcJ- Inspiration. i. watts.
'TwAS by an order from the Lord
The ancient prophets spoke his word !
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire.
2 The works and wonders which they wrought
Confirmed the messages they brought:
The prophet's ]ien succeeds his breath,
To save the holy words from death.
3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.
B. BEDDOMB.
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God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known:
Where love in all its glory shines.
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners, of an humble frame.
May taste his grace, and learn his name;
May read, in characters of blood.
The wisdom, power, and grace of God.
3 The prisoner here may break his chains;
The weary rest from all his pains;
The captive feel his bondage cease;
The mourner find the way of peace.
4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies;
Here shines the light which guides our way
From earth to realms of endless day.
5 Oh, grant us grace. Almighty Lord,
To read and mark thy holy word ;
Its truth with meekness to receive.
And by its holy precepts live.
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The starry firmament on high,
And all the glories of the sky.
Yet shine not to thy praise, O Lord,
So brightly as thy written word.
2 The hopes that holy word supplies,
Its truths divine and precepts wise,
In each a heavenly beam I see,
And every beam conducts to thee.
3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky; —
4 But fixed for everlasting years,
trnmovcd, amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
THE SCRIPTURES.
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O Light of our dark sky !
We praise thee for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
Shines on from age to age.
2 The Church from her dear Master
Received the gift divine,
And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored,
It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of Christ the living Word.
3 Oh, make thy Church, dear Saviour,
A lamp of burnished gold,
To bear before the nations ■
Thy true light as of old;
Oh, teach thy wandering pilgrims
By this their path to trace.
Till, clouds and darkness ended,
Thev see thee face to face.
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The heavens declare his glory.
Their Maker's skill the skies;
Each day repeats the story.
And night to night replies.
Their silent proclamation
Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation.
The page of nature's word.
2 So pure, so soul-restoring.
Is truth's diviner ray ;
A brighter radiance pouring
Than all the pomp of day :
The wanderer surely guiding,
It makes the simple wise;
And, evermore abiding.
Unfailing joy supplies.
3 Thy word is richer treasure
Than lurks within the mine ;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
Yields than this food divine.
How wise each kind monition !
Led by thy counsels, Lord,
How safe the saints' condition,
How great is their reward !
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HAVEN. C. M.
THOS. HASTINGS.
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Christ in the U-'ord. A. Steele.
Thou lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I uuseeu adore !
Unvail thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
2 Thy glory o'er creation shiues; —
But in thy sacred word,
I read, in fairer, brighter lines.
My bleeding, dying Lord.
3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,
Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.
4 But ah 1 too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between.
And I again complain.
5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light I
Oh, come with l)llssful ray ;
Break radiant through the shades of night. Till we behold the clearer light
And chase my fears away. Of an eternal day.
may love thee more.
6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.
A jt I Fsalm 119. J. FAWCKTT
How PRECIOUS is the book divine.
By inspiration given !
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
2 O'er all the strait and narrow way
Its radiant beams are cast;
A light whose never weary ray
Grows brightest at the last.
3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
4 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way.
KNOX. CM.
TEMPLE MRLODIBS.
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And guard their Hves from sin ?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.
2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad;
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.
3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day;
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.
4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ;
I hate the sinner's road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love thy law, my Grod !
5 Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is every page !
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.
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Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his statutes still:
Oh, that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will.
2 Oh, send thy Spirit down, to write
Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Or act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes ;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise
Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord !
But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands —
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands.
Offend against my God.
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While thee I seek, protecting Power 1
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled;
Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my Ufe has flowed;
That mercy 1 adore.
2 In each event of life how clear
Thy ruling hand I see !
Each blessing to my soul more dear
Because conferred by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise
Or seek relief in prayer.
3 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.
AtlJ. Psalm 116. 1. WATTS.
What shall I render to my God,
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house,
My offering shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight.
Thou ever blessed God !
How dear thy servants in thy sight 1
How precious is their blood !
4 How happy all thy servants are I
How great thy grace to me !
My life, which thou hast made thy care.
Lord, I devote to thee.
ATTRIBUTES.
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When all thy mercies, O my God !
My rising soul sm'veys,
Transported with the view, I 'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts, to my soul.
Thy tender care bestowed.
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When, in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps, I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
JEEUSALEM. C. M. D.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life.
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:
For, oh, eternity 's too short
To utter all thy praise !
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TRUEO. L. M.
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Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me thro' ;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak.
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find thy halid;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great !
What large extent ! what lofty height I
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
FOREST. L. M.
JLOjC Faithfulness. 1. watts.
Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith
To credit what the Almighty saith !
To embrace the message of his Son !
And call the joys of heaven our own 1
2 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break,
Our steady souls should fear no mere
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
JL O O Unsearchableness. E. scott.
What finite power, with ceaseless toil.
Can fathom the eternal Mind?
Or who the almighty Three in One
By searching, to perfection find?
2 Angels and men in vain may raise,
Harmonious their adoring songs;
The laboring thought sinks down, opprest,
And praises die upon their tongues.
3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice
A portion of his ways to sing;
And mingling with his meanest works,
My humble, grateful tribute bring.
1. What finite power, with ceaseless toil, Can latliora the eiemal Mind ? Or who the almighty Three in One By scarcliing, to perfection find ?
ATTRIBUTES.
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Lord of all being; throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near 1
2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine 1
4 Lord of all life, below, above.
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no lustre of our own.
5 Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for thee.
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame !
A tf # Providence. A. Steele.
Lord, how mysterious are thy ways I
How blind are we, how mean our praise I
Thy steps no mortal eyes explore;
'Tis ours to wonder and adore.
2 Great God ! I do not ask to see
What in futurity shall be;
Let light and bliss attend my days,
And then my future hours be praise.
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Give me to trust thy guardian care;
Enough for me, if love divine
At length through every cloud shall shine.
4 Yet this my soul desires to know,
Be this my only wish below;
That Christ is mine ! — this great request,
Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest.
RAY PALMER.
A tF O Sovereignty.
Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb
To search the starry vault profound;
In vain would wing her flight sublime.
To find creation's outmost bound.
2 But weaker yet that thought must prove
To search thy great eternal plan, —
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love
Long ages ere the world began.
3 When my dim reason would demand
Why that, or this, thou dost ordain,
By some vast deep I seem to stand.
Whose secrets I must ask in vain.
4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
And all is dark as night to me,
Here, as on solid rock, I rest;
That so it seemeth good to thee.
5 Be this my joy, that evermore
Thou rulest all things at thy will:
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,
And calmly, sweetly, trust thee stilL
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GOD:— THE FATHER.
DOWNS. CM.
LOWELL MASON.
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Come, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above:
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that "God is love."
2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears.
To show that " God is love."
3 Behold his patience, bearing long
With those who from him rove;
Till mighty grace their hearts subdues.
To teach them — "God is love."
4 Oh, may we all, while here below,
This best of blessings prove;
Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,
Proclaim that "God is love."
1 O" Omnipresence. — Ps. \y^. i. watts
In all my vast concerns with thee.
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence. Lord ! or flee
The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And, ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.
4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high,
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Enclosed on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still.
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill.
Secured by sovereign love.
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There is a book that all may read.
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need.
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
2 The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,
Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.
3 The glorious sky, embracing all.
Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.
4 The dew of heaven is like thy grace,
It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favored place
By richest fruits is known.
5 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see.
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee.
And read thee everywhere.
Omniscience. — Ps. 139.
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Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire,
Forgotten and unknown ?
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire —
In heaven thy glorious throne.
2 If, winged with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west.
Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.
3 If, o'er my sins, I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law,
Would turn the shades to light.
4 Tlie beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee:
Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power,
From which I cannot flee.
ATTRIBUTES.
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BIANOAH. CM.
FROM G. ROSSINI.
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Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works or mightier name
Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
3 His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along,
Speaks all the promises.
4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, "Thou art mine !"
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes ahnost divine.
Providence.
W. COWPER.
164
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failmg skill,
He treasures up his bright designs.
And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take 1
The clouds ye so much dread,
.A.re big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast.
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 BUnd unbehef is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
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Holy and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King,
Thrice holy Lord 1 the angels cry;
Thrice holy ! let us sing.
2 The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, 0 my soul 1 to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.
3 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.
4 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls
From all pollution free;
The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.
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GOD: — THE FATHER.
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Of Grod's eternal love.
2 Dearer than any lovings,
The truest friends bestow;
Stronger than all the yearnings,
A mother's heart can know;
Deeper than earth's foundation's,
And far above all thought;
Broader tlian heaven's high arches —
The love that Christ has brought.
3 Richer than all earth's treasure,
The* wealth my soul receives;
Brighter than royal jewels,
The crown that Jesus gives;
Wondrous the condescension,
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Who evermore hast been.
What time the tempest rages,
Our dwelUng-place serene:
Before thy first creations,
0 Lord, the same as now.
To endless generations,
The Everlasting thou !
2 Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hilLs that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die:
A sleep, a dream, a story,
By strangers quickly told.
An unremaining glory
Of things that soon are old.
3 0 thou who canst not slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail I
On us thy mercy hghten,
On us thy goodness rest,
And let thy Spirit brighten
The hearts thyself hast blessed !
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On mountains and in valleys
Where'er we go is God;
The cottage and the palace.
Alike are his abode.
DUTCH HYMN.
With watchful eye abiding
Upon us with delight;
Our souls, in him confiding,
He keeps both day and night.
2 Above me and beside me.
My God is ever near,
To watch, protect, and guide me.
Whatever ills appear.
Though other friends may fail me;
In sorrow's dark abode.
Though death itself assail me,
I'm ever safe with God.
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'Tis NOT that I did choose thee,
For, Lord ! that could not be;
This heart would still refuse thee;
But thou hast chosen me; —
Hast, from the sin that stained me,
Washed me and set me free,
And to this end ordained me,
That I should live to thee.
2 'T was sovereign mercy called me.
And taught my opening mind ;
The world had else enthralled me, .
To heavenly glories blind.
My heart owns none above thee;
For thy rich grace I thirst;
This knowing, — if I love thee,
Thou must have loveH. me first.
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Glad, receive whom Gud appointed,
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5 " Hasten, mortals I to adore him,
Learn his name and taste his joy;
Till in heaven you sing before him, —
Glory be to God most high I"
' 6 Let us Jearn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth,
Spread the brightness of his glory,
Till it cover all the earth.
" Those holy Voices." j. cawood.
Hark ! what mean those holy voices.
Sweetly warbling in the skies?
Sure, the angelic host rejoices —
Loudest hallelujahs rise.
2 Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy; —
"Glory in the highest, glory;
Glory be to God most high !
3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven; —
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
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, (Hark! hark, my soul; an - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and
\How sweet the truth those bless- ed strains are {Omit).
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Hark ! liark, my soul ; angelic sougs are
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How sweet the truth those blessed strains
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Of that new life when sin shall be no
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2 Onward we go, for still we hear them sing-
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you
come : "
And, through the dark its echoes sweetly
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The music of the gospel leads us home. —
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3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing.
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er laud and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly steal-
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4 Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches
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Sing us sweetfragmentsof thesougs above,
Till morning's joy shall end the night of
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And life's long shadows break in cloud-
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I. WATTS.
1 • O c. M. Psalm 98.
Joy to the world, — the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth, — the Saviour reigns;
Let men theh' songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and
Repeat the sounding joy. [plams.
3 No more let sin, and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground.
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
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OETONVILLE, C, M,
THOS. HASTINGS.
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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
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His head Avith radiant glories crowned,
His hps with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
, Fairer is he than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief ;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give.
Lord 1 they should all be tiiine.
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Oh, see how Jesus trusts himself
Unto our childish love !
As though by his free ways with us
Our earnestness to prove.
W. FABER.
2 His sacred name a common word
On earth he loves to hear;
There is no majesty in him
Which love may not come near.
3 The light of love is round his feet,
His paths are never dim;
And he comes nigh to us when we
Dare not come nigh to him.
4 Let us be simple with him then,
jVot backward, stiff, nor cold.
As though our Bethlehem could be
What Sinai was of old.
3. t\3 xhe na»tc " yesus." A. steelb.
The Saviour I oh, what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound !
Its influence every fear disarms.
And spreads sweet comfort round.
2 The almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes
And hailed the incarnate God.
3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine I
Of ))liss a boundless store !
Dear Saviour, let me call .thee mine;
1 cannot wish for more.
4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All !
LIFE AND CHARACTER.
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Thou art the Way: to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
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3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know;
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
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Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee.
And pray to be forgiven,
So let thy life our pattern loe,
And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear;
Like thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brother's griefs to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthhness refine;
And kindness in our bosoms dwell
As free and true as thine.
4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,
"Father, thy will be done!"
5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,
Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven !
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Jesus ! thy love shall we forget,
And never bring to mind
The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find ?
2 Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer ;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?
3 Gethsemane can we forget —
Thy struggling agony
When night lay dark on Olivet,
And none to watch with thee?
4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On thee, alone on thee;
Thy precious blood our ransom paid —
Thine all the glory be 1
5 Life's brightest joys we may forget—
Our kindred cease to love;
But he who paid our hopeless debt,
Our cofistancj shall prove.
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EOOKIN&HAM. L. M.
LOWELL MASON.
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But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
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Such deference to thy Fatlier's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midniglit air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy t('m})tations knew.
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the follov/ers of the Lamb.
GERMANY. L. M.
LUDWIG VON BEETHOVEN.
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How SHALL I follow him I serve?
How shall I copy him I love?
Kor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to his seat above ?
2 Lord, should my path through suffering lie,
Forbid it I should e'er repine;
Still let me turn to Calvary,
Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine.
3 Oh, let me think how thou didst leave
Untasted every pure delight,
To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve.
The toilsome day, the homeless night: —
4 To faint, to grieve, to die for me 1
Thou camesli not thyself to please:
And, dear as earthly comforts be.
Shall I not love thee more than these?
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH.
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LOWELL MASON, arr.
1. Whea I SDrrey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I connt bnt loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
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When I survey the woudrous cross,
Oil which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine.
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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Jesus, whom angel hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me ;
In love, though rich, becoming poor,
That I through him enriched might be.
2 Though Lord of all, above, below.
He went to Olivet for me:
There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemaue.
3 The ever-blessed Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me;
There paid my debt, there bore ray load^
In his own body on the tree.
4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.
5 'Tis finished all: the vail is rent.
The welcome sure, the access free: —
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee !
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AVON, 0. M.
HUGH WILSON.
1. A-las! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would he derote that sacred head For such a worm as 1 ?
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Alas 1 and did iny Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would lie devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree ?
Amazing pity ! grace unknown !
And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the great Creator, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide ray blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness.
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe ;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'T is all that I can do.
AOtf Suffered for sin. 1. WATTS.
Oh, if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs !
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree.
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul ! for thee.
3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine
That crucified my Lord;
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood I
4 Yes, my Redeemer — they shall die;
My heart has so decreed ;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My umrdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
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1 SAW One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;
Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.
2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, —
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain !
4 A second look he gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live."
5 Thus while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue.
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too 1
J-O f "-^ He remembers Calvary.'" I. WATTS.
How CONDESCENDING and how kind
Was God's eternal Son !
Our misery reached his heavenly mind.
And pity brought him down.
2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a grpan.
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That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.
loo " o Christ of God!" ray palmkr.
0 Jesus, sweet the tears I shed.
While at thy cross I kneel,
Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,
And all thy sorrows feel.
2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed;.
This heart so hard before;
1 hear thee for the guilty plead.
And grief o'erflows the more.
3 I know this cleansing blood of thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me:
For me, for all, — oh, grace divine ! —
Who look by faith on thee.
4 0 Christ of God, 0 spotless Lamb,
By love my soul is drawn ;
Henceforth, for ever, thine I am;
Here life and peace are born.
5 In patient hope, the cross I'll bear.
Thine arm shall be my stay;
And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare,.
On thy great judgment-day.
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THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.
J. P. HOLBltoOK.
1. 0 sacred Head, now wounded, Witn grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine on-lj crown;
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O SACRED Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was thine !
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What thou, my Lord, hast sufiered
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain;
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour !
'Tis I deserved thy place;
Look on me with thy favor.
Vouchsafe to me thy grace.
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3 What language shall I borrow,
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow.
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove:
Oh, let me never, never.
Abuse such dying love.
4 Be near when I am dying.
Oh, show thy cross to me I
And for my succor flying.
Come, Lord, and set me free 1
These eyes, new faith receiving.
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing.
Dies safely — through thy love.
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\ Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; Jesus reigns, the God of love : 3
See, he sitson yonder throne;
See, he sits
Jesus rules the world alone. Hal-le- lu
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Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 King of glory 1 reign for ever —
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine o wn ;-
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.
3 Saviour ! hasten thine appearing;
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day,
When,tlie awful summons hearing.
Heaven and earth shall pass away ; —
Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing, —
" Glory, glory to our King ! "
We live in Him. c. Wordsworth.
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See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph !
See the King in royal state,
Riding on the clouds, his chariot.
To his heavenly palace gate !
Hark ! the choirs of angel voices
Joyful hallelujahs sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heavenly King.
2 Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies.
He has gained the victory;
He, who on the cross did suffer,
He, who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
He by death has spoiled his foes.
3 Thou hast raised our human nature.
On the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places.
There with thee in glory stand;
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord ! in thine ascension.
We by faith behold our own.
4 Lift us up from earth to heaven,
Give us wings of faith and love,
Gales of holy aspirations.
Wafting us to realms above;
That, with hearts and minds uplifted.
We with Christ our Lord may dwell,
Where he sits enthroned in glory,
In the heavenly citadel.
5 So at last, when he appeareth,
We from out our graves may spring.
With our youth renewed like eagles'.
Flocking round our heavenly King,
Caught up on the clouds of heaven.
And may meet him in the air —
Rise to realms where he is reigning,
And may reign for ever there.
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In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wreclcs of time;
All the light of sacred story-
Gathers rouud its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
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Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way.
From the cross the radiance, streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers rouud its head sublime.
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To thee. Death, by death defeated,
Triumph high and glory gave.
2 Thou art gone where now is given
What no mortal might could gain.
On the eternal throne of heaven.
In thy Father's power to reign.
3 We, 0 Lord ! with hearts adoring,
Follow thee above the sky:
Hear our prayers thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to thee on high.
4 So when thou again in glory
On the clouds of heaven shall shine,
We thy flock shall stand before thee,
Owned for evermore as thine.
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What joy the blest assurance gives !
And no^v, before his Father, God,
Pleads the full merits of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.
3 In every dark, distressful hour.
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart.
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend I
On him our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail.
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
M.Utf "BtholdtheWay!" j. cennick.
Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
His track I see, and I '11 pursue
The narrow way till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long had sought.
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief, my burden, long had been
Because I could not cease from sin.
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4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinned and stumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the Way !"
5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, dear Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am.
Nothing but sin I thee can give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
6 Then will I tell, to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God !"
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Now TO the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honors given ;
He saves from hell, — we bless his name, —
He guides our wandering feet to heaven,
2 'T was his own purpose that began
To rescue rebels doomed to die:
He gave us grace in Christ, his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
3 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past.
And brings immortal blessings down.
4 He dies; and in that dreadful night
Doth all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brings our heaven to light,
And takes possession of the joy.
THE HOLY SPIRIT.
STEPHENS. C, M.
WM. JONES.
1. Come, HoljSpirit.heavenlyDoTe! With all tby quickening powers, DadleaQameof sa-cred love la these cold hearts of ours.
Come, Holy Spii'it, heavenly Dove 1
"With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a tlame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look ! how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys I
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs ;
In vain we strive to rise ;
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Hosannas languish ou our tongues.
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate —
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thme to us so great ?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove !
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
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2 O Spirit of the living God,
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3 "Where should our feebleness find strength.
Our helplessness a stay,
Didst thou not bring ns hope and help,
And comfort, day by day ?
4 Great are thy consolations, Lord.
And mighty is thy power,
In sickness and in solitude,
In sorrow's darkest hour.
5 Oh, if the souls that now despise
And grieve thee, heavenly Dove,
Would seek thee, and would welcome thee,
How would they prize thy love 1
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Chase the shades of night away,
Turn my darkness into day.
2 Holy Ghost ! with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long hath sin, without control,
Held dominion o'er my soul.
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3 Holy Ghost ! with joy divine,
Cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.
4 Holy Spirit 1 all-divine,
Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol-throne,
Reign supreme — and reign alone.
W. B. BRADBURY.
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Gracious Spirit, Love divine 1
Let thy light within me shine;
AH my guilty fears remove,
Fill me with thy heavenly love.
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God;
Wash me in his precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart.
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe thyself into my breast, —
Earnest of immortal rest.
4 Let me never from thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine.
Keep me, Lord 1 for ever thine.
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Come, Holy Spirit, come!
Lee thy bright bearus arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.
2 Convince us of our sin ;
Then lead to Jesus' blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The mercies of our God.
3 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
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Of never-dying love.
4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify tlie soul,
To pour fresh life in every part.
And new-create the whole.
5 Come, Holy Spirit, come;
Our minds from bondage free;
Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The Father, Son, and thee.
MOKNINQTON. S. M.
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Whose rays of heavenly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And point our souls above; —
2 Thou, who with " still small voice,"
Dost stop the siimer's way.
And bid the mourning saint rejoice.
Though earthly joys decay; —
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Can make the cloud of care.
And ev'n the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear ; —
4 Thou, who dost fill the heart
With love to all our race; —
Blest Comforter, to us impart
The blessings of thy grace.
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EDWARD MILLER.
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Come, Holy Spirit, come,
With euergy diviue;
And on this poor benighted soul,
With beams of mercy shine.
2 Oh, melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome.
And form me all anew.
3 Mine will the profit be.
But thine shall be the praise;
And unto thee will I devote
The remnant of my days.
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Come, Spirit, source of light,
Thy grace is unconfined;
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The darkness of the mind.
2 Now to our eyes display
The truth thy words reveal;
Cause us to run the heavenly way,
Delighting in thy will.
OLNEY. S. M.
3 Thy teachings make us know
The mysteries of thy love,
The vanity of things below,
The joy of things above.
4 While through this maze we stray,
Oh, spread thy beams abroad;
Disclose the dangers of the way,
And guide our steps to God.
'•"*' ITe works in us. j. Montgomery.
Tis God the Spirit leads
In paths before unknown;
The work to be performed is ours,
The strength is all his own.
2 Supported by his grace
We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize.
Secure in endless day.
3 '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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SHiWMUT. S. M.
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Oh, where shall rest be fouud —
Rest for the weary soul ?
'T were vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh:
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
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And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death 1
5 Lord God of truth and grace !
Teach us that death to shun ;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.
GOETON. S. M.
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Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb
Takes all our sins away,
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer V)lood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
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While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear.
When hanging on the cursdd tree.
And hopes her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless tlie Laml) with cheerful voice,
And sing his dying love.
MAN'S LOST CONDITION.
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S. CHANDLER.
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Awaked by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found.
And knew not where to go;
One solemn truth increased my pain,
"The sinner must be born again,"
Or sink to endless woe.
2 I heard the law its thunders roll,
While guilt lay heavy on my soul —
A vast oppressive load;
All creature-aid I saw was vain;
"The sinner must be born again,"
Or drink the wrath of God.
3 But while I thus in anguish lay,
The bleeding Saviour passed that way,
My bondage to remove.
The sinner, once by justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again.
And sings redeeming love.
MEEIBAH. 0. P. M.
C. WESLBY.
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Lo ! ON a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand,
Secure I insensible !
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heavenly place.
Or shuts me up in hell.
2 0 God ! my inmost soul convert.
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.
3 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me. Lord 1 shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom 1
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2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," —
Is the Redeemer's great command:
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
REPENTANCE. L. M.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks tlie ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint.
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain:
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
' Which false apostates never knew.
THKO. E. PERKINS.
I could from all things part - ed
But nev - er, nev - er. Lord, from thee.
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Jesus, engrave it on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art;
1 could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee.
2 Needful is thy most precious blood,
To reconcile iny soul to God;
Needful is thy indulgent care;
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer.
3 Needful art thou, my guide, my stay,
Througli all life's dark and weary way;
Nor less in death tliou'lt needful be,
To bring my spirit home to thee.
4 Then needful still, my God, my King,
Thy name eternally I'll sing 1
Glory and praise be ever his, —
The one thing needful Jesus is I
MAN'S LOST CONDITION.
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LEONARD MARSHALL.
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Can sinners hope for heaven,
Who love this world so well ?
Or dream of future happiness,
While on the road to hell ?
2 Shall they hosannas sing,
With an unhallowed tongue?
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand
Which does its neighbor wrong ?
3 Thy grace, O God, alone.
Good hope can e'er afford !
The pardoned and the pure shall see
The glory of the Lord.
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Like sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God —
Each wandering in a different way.
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wanderings laid.
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head !
,IOWA, S, M.
3 How glorious was the grace.
When Christ sustained the stroke I
His hfe and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 But God shall raise his head.
O'er all the sons of men.
And make him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.
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Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul:
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
2 Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears.
Can bear my awful load.
3 Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
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A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify,
A never-dying soul to save,
And lit it for the sky.
2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill ;
Oh, may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.
C, WHSLEY.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And oh, thy servant. Lord, prepare
A strict account to give.
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
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COWPEB. 0. M,
LOWELL MASON.
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Oh, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found.
Suited to every sinner's case
Who hears the joyful sound !
2 Come, then, with all your wants and
Your every burden bring; [wounds;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds, —
A deep celestial spring,
3 This spring with living water flows.
And heavenly joy imparts:
Come, thirsty souls ! your wants disclose
And drink, with thankful hearts.
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There is a fountain tilled with blood.
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood.
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has-been my theme.
And shall be, till I die.
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That saved a wretch like me !
1 once was lost, but now am found —
Was blind, but now I see.
2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first beheved !
3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4 Yea — when this flesh and heart shall fail.
And mortal life shall cease,
1 shall possess, within the vail,
A life of joy and peace,
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5 Tlie earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below.
Will be for ever mine.
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Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound !
'T is pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay ; —
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
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For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened the fountain.
a fountain; Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.
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He calls you in mercy, 'tis infinite favor; Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.
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There were uiuety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold,
But one was out on the hills away.
Far off from the gates of gold —
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd's care.
3 But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Is or how dark was the night that the Lord
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Ere he found his sheep that was lost;
Out in the desert he heard its cry —
'Twas helpless and sick, and ready to die.
2 "Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine: 4 But all through the mountains, thunder-
Are they not enough for thee?" And up from the rocky steep, [riven,
But the Shepherd made answer: "This of There rose a cry to the gate of heaven,
Has wandered away from me: [mine "Rejoice 1 I have found my sheep !"
And although the road be rough and steep And the angels echoed around the throne,
I go to the desert to find my sheep." "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own !'
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Awake, my soul, to joyful lays.
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me:
His loving-kindness, oh, how free !
2 He saw me ruined in the fall.
Yet loved me, notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate :
His loving-kindness, oh, 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, oh, how strong I
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud.
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood:
His loving-kindness, oh, how good !
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Arise, my soul, arise !
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
111 my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands:
My name is written on his hands.
2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race.
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child;
I can no longer fear;
With confidence 1 now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
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Blow ye the trumpet, blow; —
The gladly solemu sound; —
Let all the nations know.
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home,
3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood
Througiiout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
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He makes his graces shine.
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Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the hfe of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.
'Tis he adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.
2 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought.
And cast it all around.
How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear !
These ornaments, how bright they shine 1
How white the garments are !
3 Tlie Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope and every grace;
But Jesus .spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.
Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed,
By the great sacred Three;
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.
"yesus died for me."
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Great God, when I approach thy throne.
And all thy glory see;
This is my stay, and this alone,
That Jesus died for me.
2 How can a soul condemned to die,
Escape the just decree?
Helpless, and full of sin am I,
But Jesus died for me.
3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,
Oh, how can I get free ?
No peace can all my efforts gain.
But Jesus died for me.
4 And Lord, when I behold thy face,
This must be all my plea;
Save me by thy almighty grace,
For Jesus died for me.
Divine compassio7t.
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Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky,
To bear our griefs and woes ?
And didst thou bleed, and groan and die,
For thy rebellious foes i*
2 Well might the heavens with wonder view
A love so strange as thine !
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine 1
3 Is there a heart that will not bend
To thy divine control ?
Descend, 0 sovereign love, descend,
And melt that stubborn soul.
4 Oh ! may our willing hearts confess
Thy sweet, thy gentle sway;
Glad captives of thy matchless grace.
Thy righteous rule obey.
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ALL TO CHEIST. P. M.
T. T. GEAFB.
Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness,watch and pray,
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I HEAR the Saviour say,
Thy strength iudeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me thine all in all.
Cho. — Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow,
2 Lord, now indeed J find
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
SPANISH HYMN. 7s, 61.
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3 For nothing good have I
Whereby thy grace to claim —
I'll wash my garment white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. — Cho.
4 When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then "Jesus paid it all"
Shall rend the vaulted skies. — Cho.
5 And when before the throne
I stand in him ^complete,
I'll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet. — Cho.
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1 HEAR thy welcome voice.
That calls me, Lord, to thee,
For cleansing in thy precious blood,
That flowed on Calvary.
Cho. — I am coming, Lord !
Coming now to thee;
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary 1
2 Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all, and pure. — Cho.
3 'Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above. — Cho.
4 All hail ! atoning blood I
All hail ! redeeming grace I
All hail ! the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our Strength and Righteousness. — Cho.
T. HA WEI S.
M dU 7s, 6 1. "Come and welcome."
From the cross uplifted high,
"Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear ! —
"Love's redeeming work is done —
Come and welcome, sinner, come !
2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne-
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my piercdd body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid —
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son —
Come and welcome, sinner, come I
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See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Thou shalt be a child confessed.
Never from his house to roam ;
Come and welcome, sinner, come I
4 " Soon the days of life shall end —
Lo, I come — your Saviour, Friend I
Safe your spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day.
Up to my eternal home —
Come and welcome, sinner, come I "
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I SAW the cross of Jesus,
When burdened with my sin;
I sought the cross of Jesus,
To give me peace within ;
1 brought my soul to Jesus,
He cleansed it in his blood;
And in the cross of Jesus
I found my peace with God.
Cho. — No righteousness, no merit,
No beauty can I plead;
Yet in the cross I glory,
My title there I read.
2 Sweet is the cross of Jesus !
There let my weary heart
Still rest in peace unshaken,
Till with him, ne'er to part;
And then in strains of glory
I '11 sing his wondrous power,
Where sin can never enter.
And death is known no more.
Cho. — I love the cross of Jesus,
It tells me what I am;
A vile and guilty creature,
Saved only through the Lamb
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I LOVE to tell the story
K. HANKEV.
Of unseen things above.
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love.
1 love to tell the story.
Because I know 'tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do. — Cho.
2 I love to tell the story:
'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story:
For some have never heard
The message of salvation,
From God's own holy word. — Cho.
3 I love to tell the story;
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the New, New Song,
'Twill be the Old, Old Story
That I have loved so long. — Cho.
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RETURN. 0. M.
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Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
Thy Father calls for thee:
No longer now an exile roam
In guilt and misery.
2 Return, 0 wanderer, to thy home.
Thy Saviour calls for thee:
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3 Return, 0 wanderer, to thy home,
'Tis madness to delay:
There are no pardons in the tomb;
And brief is mercy's day !
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Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed.
And make this last resolve; —
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I '11 enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll he before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I '11 tell him I 'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign 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 "I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die,"
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And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of penitential grief
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2 The Son of God in tears
Angels with wonder see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul 1
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 thei'e.
DETROIT. S, M.
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(^tf\y The call of love. a. B. hydb.
And canst thou, sinner ! slight
The call of love divine?
Shall God, with tenderness, invite,
And gahi no thought of thine ?
2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins oppressed?
3 To-diiy, a pardoning God
Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.
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Kow IS the accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
O sinners I come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is the accepted time.
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late;-
Then why should you delay ?
J. DOBELL.
3 Now is the accepted time.
The gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with thy love;
Then will tlie angels spread their wings,
And bear the news above.
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Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, away.
And angels are waitmg to welcome you home. 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace,
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To bear up your spirit when summoned to . ,
(Jig 4 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand,
Or waft you to mansions of glory on The earth shall dissolve and the heavens
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The dead, small and great, in the judgment
3 And now Christ is ready your souls to re- shall stand ;
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Oh, how can you question, if you will believe ? thee its aid !
If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? a trv
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home. Acquaint thyself quickly, 0 sinner, with God,
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on
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™'"^ " I made haste. T. HASTINGS. a j i-i xi j n i n /• n
And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on
Delay not, delay not, 0 sinner, draw near, thy head.
The waters of Ufe are now flowmg for And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
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For Mercy still lingers and calls thee to- path;
day: Thy Joy in the valley and shadow of death.
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BEM. L. M.
J. E. OOtTLD.
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"A i the door?' j. GRIGG.
Behold a Stranfj^er at tlie door !
He gently kuocks, has knocked before,
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
2 Oh, lovely attitude 1 he stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
Oh, matchless kindness I and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will, the very friend you need —
The Friend of sinners; yes, 'tis he,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster sin,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
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LOWELL MASON.
I.God call - ing yet! shall I not hear? Earth's pleasures shaU I still hold dear?
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God calling yet 1 shall I not hear ?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slum))er lie ?
2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise?
Can I his loving voice despise,
And basely his kind care repay?
He calls me still ; can I delay ?
3 God calling yet 1 and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live ?
I wait, but he does not forsake;
He calls me still; my heart, awake !
4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay;
Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart,
THE GOSPEL: — INVITATIONS.
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ASHWELL. L. M.
LOWELL MASON.
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Why will ye waste ou trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spares,
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot ?
WHY NOT TO-NIGHT ? L, M.
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
Those objects which you now pursue;
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God! thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction ou each heart:
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.
WM. F. SHERWIN.
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Poor sinner, harden not thy heart:
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ?
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To bless thy "long-deluded sight;
This is the time; oh, then be wise!-
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ?
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And wilt thou thus his love requite ?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will ;
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night?
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4 Our blessed Lord refuses none
Who would to him their souls unite;
Then be the work of grace begun:
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night ?
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Sinners, ruined by the fall !
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all, —
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when our Saviour died.
2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind !
Here the guilty, free remission,
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Here the troubled, peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore,
He that drinks shall thirst no more —
3 He that drinks shall live for ever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood:
God is faithful ; God will never
Break his covenant in blood.
Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when he was glorified.
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Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you.
Full of pity, love and power.
He is able.
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Ho, ye needy; come, and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify !
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
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Sinners, will you scorn the message,
Coming from the courts above ?
Mercy beams in every passage ;
Every line is full of love;
Oh ! believe it,
Every hne is full of love.
2 Now the heralds of salvation
Joyful news from heaven proclaim !
Sinners freed from condemnation,
Through the all-atoning Lamb I
Life receiving
Through the all-atoning Lamb I
3 O ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way;
Haste ye to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
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Sinners, 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,
Asks the work of his own hands, —
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die ?
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you — Why?
He who did your your souls retrieve,
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Why, ye ransomed 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,
Urged you to embrace his love:
Will ye not his grace receive ?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners 1 why,
Will ye grieve your God, and die?
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Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
1 will guide you to your home.
Weary pilgrim, hither come !
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorD,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pam,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn.
In remorse for guilt who mourn; —
4 Hither come ! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure.
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE.
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With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembhng sinner, Lord, I cry:
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
0 God, be merciful to me 1
WOODWOETH. L. M.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
Christ and his cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me !
3 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
0 God, be merciful to me !
4 And when, redeemed from sm and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God hath been merciful to me !
W. B. BRADBURY.
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Just as I am , without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
Aiid that thou bid'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come !
2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid ray soul of one dark l)lot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come 1
3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come 1
4 Just as I am — thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
0 Lamb of God, I come !
5 Just as I am — thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
0 Lamb of God, I come 1
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LAeDICEA, P. M.
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Lead thou my way;
Day to my filmed eye is dark —
Even night is only darker day;
Oh ! I am blind,
Dear Saviour, I am blind I
2 0 Saviour, I am deaf !
Unstop my ear:
My heart would turn to thy dear voice,
The voice thy sheep alone will hear;
Oh ! I am deaf.
Dear Saviour, I am deaf!
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3 0 Snviour, I am poor !
Give me to eat:
My hungered heart loathes earthly food,
And heavenly manna craves for meat;
Oh ! I fim poor,
Dear Saviour, I am poor 1
4 0 Saviour, I believe,
Blind, deaf and poor 1
Sight give mc; hearing; heavenly food;
Thou hast them in thy blessdd store.
Now I believe,
0 Saviour, I believe I
S. S. WESLEY.
1. I lay my sinson Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bearsthem all, and frees us From the accursed load;
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I LAY my sins on Jesus,
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De bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load;
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in his blood most precious,
Till not a stain remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fullness dwells in him;
He healeth my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem:
H. BONAR.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from tliem all releases.
He all my sorrows shares,
3 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy child:
I long to be with Jesus
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with snints his praises,
And learu the angels' song.
REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE.
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1. Take me,Om7Famer,takeme!Takemo,saveme, thro' thy Son; Thatwhichthou wouldsthaveme,makeine,
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Take me to thy love, my G-od.
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Take me, O my Father, take me !
Take me, save me, through thy Son;
That which thouwouldst have me, make me,
Let thy will iu me be done.
Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying —
Take me to thy love, my God 1
2 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, 0 Father, falling,
To thy household take me in.
DEPENDENCE. P.M.
Freely now to thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine ;
Freely life and soul I offer —
Gift imworthy love like thine.
3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying,
Bare our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,
Now I look in hope to thee;
Father, take me ! all forgiving,
Fold me to thy loving breast;
Tn thy love for ever living,
I must be for ever blest 1
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1 need thy cleansing blood
To save me every hour. — Cho.
2 I need thy Spirit, Lord,
My comfort day by day,
To guide my stops aright,
And warn me when I stray. — Cho.
3 I need the sheltering Rock,
Where, from the noon-tide heat,
My soul may rest awhile
Beneath its calm retreat. — Cho.
Oh, come, and bless me now!
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I NEED thee, O my God,
Thy all-sustaiuhig power;
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CHRISTIAN CONFLICT.
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Lord, before thy throue we bend;
Now to thee our prayers ascend:
Servants to our Master true,
Lo ! we yield thee homage due:
Children, to thy throne we fly,
Abba, Father, hear our cry !
2 Low before thee, Lord I we bow;
We are weak — but mighty thou:
Sore distressed, yet suppliant still,
Here we wait thy holy will;
Bound to earth, and rooted here,
Till our Saviour God appear.
3 Leave us not l)eneath the power
Of temptation's darkest hour:
NUREMBURG. 7s. 61.
Swift to seal their captives' doom,
See our foes exulting come !
Jesus, Saviour ! yet be nigh,
Lord of life and victory.
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Once I thought my mountain strong.
Firmly fixed no more to move;
Then my Saviour was my song,
Then my soul was filled with love;
Those were happy, golden days.
Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.
2 Little then myself I knew,
Little thought of Satan's power;
Now I feel my sins anew;
Now I feel the stormy hour 1
Sin has put my joys to flight;
Sin has turned 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.
J. R. AHLE.
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Contritiou's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye; —
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2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said — "Return?"
3 And shall ray guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat I
4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
The sense of joy divine.
WM. F. SHERWIK.
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Hark ! the Spirit whispers low,
"Come, sinner, come;
To the Saviour humbly bow,
Come, sinner, come."
Lo! the Bride invites to-day.
Come, sinner, come;
And let him that heareth say,
Come, sinner, come
I Haste, oh, haste! make no delay 1
Come, sinner, come;
Christ can wash thy sins away.
Come, sinner, come.
To that fountain full and free,
Come, sinner, come ;
Flowing still for thee, for thee I
Come, sinner, come.
3 Jesus waits, he lingers still;
Come, sinner, come;
Only yield to him thy will.
Come, sinner, come.
Will you not on him believe?
Come, sinner, come;
Oh! do not the Spirit grieve;
Come, sinner, come.
108
CHRISTIAN CONFLICT.
BETHANY,
LOW-ELL MASON.
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■ } E»'n tliou^li it be a cross (Omit) S That raiscth me;
D. c.-Jiear-er, mj God, to thee, (Omit) Near-er to thee.
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Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee 1
Ev'n though it be a cross
That raiseth me !
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee 1
2 Though, like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I 'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee 1
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3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou sendest me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee.
Nearer to thee 1
4 Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with thy praise.
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee.
Nearer to thee I
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More love to thee, O Christ !
More love to thee 1
Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea, —
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee 1
2 Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek,
Give what is best:
This all my prayer shall be, —
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee 1
3 Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise, —
This still its prayer shall be,—
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee 1
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT:— FEARS WITHIN.
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D.c.-On - ly to meet thy will ( Oinit. ) My will shall be.
wUO "A tuay they knew not." c. s. robinson.
Saviour ! 1 follow on,
Guided by thee,
Seeing not yet the hand
That leadeth me;
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no further ill;
Only to meet thy will
My will shall be.
2 Riven the rock for me
Thirst to relieve.
Manna from heaven falls
Fresh every eve;
Never a want severe
Causeth my eye a tear,
But thou dost whisper near,
"Only believe I"
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3 Often to Marah's brink
Have I been brought;
Shrinking the cup to drink,
Help I have sought;
And with the prayer's ascent,
Jesus the branch hath rent —
Quickly rehef hath sent,
Sweetening the draught.
4 Saviour ! I long to walk
Closer with thee ;
Led by thy guiding hand.
Ever to be ;
Constantly near thy side.
Quickened and purified,
Living for him who died
Freely for me 1
\VM. F. SHERWIN.
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Be this my purpose high, To serve theetiU
I die. Whether my path shaU lie 'Mid thorns or flow'rs,
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Saviour, who died for me,
1 give myself to thee;
Thy love, so full — so free,
Claims all ray powers ;
Be this my purpose high.
To serve thee till I die,
Whether my path shall lie
'Mid thorns or flowers.
2 May it be joy for me
To follqw only thee; —
Thy faithful servant be,
M. J. MASON.
Thine to the end.
For thee, I'll do and dare;
For thee the cross I'll bear;
To thee direct my prayer.
On thee depend.
3 Saviour, with me abide;
Be ever near my side.
Support, defend and guide;
I look to thee.
I lay my hand in thine,
And fleeting joys resign,
If I may call thee mine
Eternally.
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EEEMON. C, M.
LOWELL MASON.
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Oh, for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame, —
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb !
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !
How sweet their memory still !
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, 0 holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest !
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ;
So purer light shall mark the I'oad
That leads me to the Lamb.
^OO " IV fiat hourly dan^^ers/" A. Steele.
Alas 1 what hom'ly dangers rise !
What snares beset my way !
To heaven, oh, let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears I
My weak resistance, ah, how vain I
How strong my foes and fears !
3 0 gracious God I in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid ;
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up.
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Oh, keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee I
And let rae never, never stray
From happiness and thee.
(W \J I ''Search me, O God.
Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase
All thoughts that should not be.
And in its deep recesses trace
My gratitude to thee !
2 Hearer of prayer ! oh, guide aright
Each word and deed of mine;
Life's battle teach me how to fight,
And be the victory thine.
3 Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost 1
Thou glorious Three in One !
Thou knowest best what I need most,
And lot thy will be done.
G. p. MORRIS.
FIGHTINGS WITHOUT:— FEARS WITHIN.
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Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue •
And, when the evening shade prevailed.
His love was all my song.
3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine ;
And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
4 Now, when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
5 Rise, Saviour ! help me to prevail.
And make my soul thy care;
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1 know thy mercy cannot fail.
Let me that mercy share.
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Oh, could I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,
Then would my hours glide sweet away
While leaning on his 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 Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.
4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And when my frame dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.
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1. 1 am comin<r to the rross; lam poor, and weak, and blind; I am conntingall bntdro8s;I shall fall sal-Ta-tion find.
EEF.-l am trusting, Lurd, in thee, Dear Lamb of Cal-va - ry ; Humbly at thy cross I bow; Save me, Je-sus, save me now.
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1 AM coming to the cross;
I am poor and weak and blind;
1 am counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.
Ref- -I am trusting, Lord, in t-hee,
Dear Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at thy cross I bow;
Save me, Jesus, save me now.
2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;
Long has evil dwelt within ;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me,
I will cleanse you from all sin. — Ref.
3 Here I give my all to thee, —
Friends and time and earthly store;
Soul and body thine to be —
Wholly thine for evermore. — Ref.
4 In the promises I trust;
Now I feel the blood applied ;
1 am prostrate in the dust;
I with Christ am crucified. — Ref.
Mix. Spiritual Softgs, p. 192. c. wksley.
Depth of mercy ! — can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, how shall I give thee up? —
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands I
God is love I I know, 1 feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
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'^ Lovest thou Me."
'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am 1 his, or am I not?
2 Could my heart so hard remain.
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Every trifle give me pain.
If I knew a Saviour's love?
3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all ?
4 Could I joy with saints to meet.
Choose the ways I once abhorred.
Find at times the promise sweet.
If I did not love the Lord ?
5 Lord, decide the doubtful case.
Thou who art thy people's Sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
F. C. VAN ALSTVNK.
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Saviour, more than life to me,
1 am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
Ref. — Every day, every hour.
Let me feel thy cleansing power:
May thy tender love to me,
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
2 Througli tliis changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way, — Ref.
3 Let me love thee more and more.
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter,brighter world above. — Ref.
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While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last !
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee
Leave, ah 1 leave me not alone.
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my lielp from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
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More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint.
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Yile and full of sin I am.
Thou art full 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 within;
Thou of life the fountain art.
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
S. B. MARSH.
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All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be !
Perish, every fond amljition.
All I 've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own 1
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 ;
Oh, while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me,
Show thy face, and all is bright.
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3 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.
4 Go then, earthly fame and treasure !
Come disaster, scorn, and pain 1
In thy service pain is i)leasure.
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee — Abba, Father !
I have stayed my heart on thee 1
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
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Rise o'er sin, and fear.and care; Something still to door b«ar.
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Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ;
Joy, to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
2 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 ?
3 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer I
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there:
4 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;
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Call Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath the Almighty's shade;
In his secret habitation
Dwell, and never be dismayed:
There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
2 From the sword, at noon-day wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight, blasting,
Grod shall be thy sure defence:
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Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
When a thousand feel the blow;
Mercy shall thy soul deliver.
Though ten thousand be laid low.
3 Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection,
He will shield thee from above;
Thou shalt call on him in trouble,
He will hearken, he will save;
Here, for grief reward thee double.
Crown with life beyond the grave,
WM. F. SHERWIN.
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Those faithful words of valediction,
" Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref.
2 What things shall happen on the morrow 4 0 thou who art our life and meetness !
Thou kindly hidest from our gaze; Not death shall daunt us or amaze,
But tellest us, in joy or sorrow, Hearing those words of power and sweetness,
" Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref. " Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref.
3 When round our head the tempest rages,
And sink our feet in miry ways.
Thy voice comes floating down the ages —
" Lo ! I am with you all the days." — Ref.
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Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross.
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on, —
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace.
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
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Awake, our souls ! away, our fears !
Let every trembling thought be gone ;
Awake, and run the heavenly race.
And put a cheerful courage on 1
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road.
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint —
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
In evei' T?ew n.nd ovci >oung,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road !
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PAEKSTEEET. L. M.
F. M. A. VENUA.
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Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free,
What need I, that is not in thee?
Full pardon, strength to meet the day,
And peace which none can take away.
2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear,
'Tis sweet to know that thou art near;
Am I with dread of justice tried,
'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.
3 In life, thy promises of aid
Forbid my heart to be afraid;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes, —
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.
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When sins and fears, prevailing, rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
To thee, 0 Lord, I lift my eyes;
To thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die ?
'Tis fixed on thine almighty word —
That word which built the earth and sky.
3 If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here may I Imild and rest secure.
4 Here, 0 my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself — that last of foes — ■
Shall break a union so divine.
^*^ ''^Complete in Him." g. w. hinsdale.
My soul complete in Jesus stands 1
It fears no more the law's demands;
The smile of God is sweet within,
Where all before was guilt and sin.
2 My soul at rest in Jesus lives;
Accepts the peace his pardon gives;
Receives the grace his death secured,
And pleads the anguish he endured.
3 My soul its every foe defies,
And cries— 'Tis God that justifies !
Who charges God's elect with sin?
Shall Christ, who died their peace to win?
4 A song of praise my soul shall sing,
To our eternal, glorious King !
Shall worship humbly at his feet.
In whom alone it stands complete.
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Let me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day;"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things — or can bear
All suffering, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While he my sinking head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me 5
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
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Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and bi'ighter shine;
Kor present things, nor things to come.
Shall quench the spark divine.
4 When we in (Jarkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame.
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his uame.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, 0 God,
Who stays himself on thee;
Who waits for thy salvation. Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.
^^^ " Be of good courage." j. Wesley, /r.
Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;
God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms.
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time ; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
3 What tnough thou rulest not I
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
4 Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work has wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.
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In time of fear, when trouble 's near,
I look to thine abode;
Though helpers fail, and foes prevail,
I '11 put my trust in God*
2 And what is life, 'mid toil and strife?
"What terror has the grave?
Thine arm of power, in peril's hour,
The trembling soul will save.
3 In darkest skies, though storms arise,
I will not be dismayed:
O God of light, and boundless might.
My soul on thee is stayed 1
"^^"^ ^^ I shall be with Him." r. Baxter.
Lord, it belongs not to my care
"Whether I die or live;
To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.
2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day ?
3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before ;
Ko one into his kingdom comes,
But through his opened door.
4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me
Thy blessed face to see; [meet,
For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be ?
5 Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,
And join with all triumphant saints
Who sing Jehovah's praise.
6 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.
F. W. FABER,
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God's glory is a wondrous thing.
Most strange in all its ways,
And of all things on earth, least like
What men agree to praise.
2 Oh, blest is he to whom is given.
The instinct that can tell
That God is on the field, when he
Is most invisible!
3 And blest is he who can divine
Where real right doth lie.
And dares to take the side that seems
Wrong to man's blindfold eye!
4 Oh, learn to scorn the praise of men I
Oh, learn to lose with God!
For Jesus won the world through shame.
And beckons thee his road.
5 And. right is right, since God is God;
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin!
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CHEISTM4S, C. M.
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And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high,
'T is his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.
<W«/1 The Warfare. I. WATTS.
Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of case ?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
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4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord I
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view tlie trium])h from afar.
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise.
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies.
The glory shall be thine.
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I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word.
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, ray God I — I know his name —
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame.
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands.
And he can well secure
What I 've committed to his hands.
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face.
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
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Your great Deliverer sing;
Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound,
Be joyful in your King.
2 His hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your gracious God.
MAITLAND. 0. M.
3 Bright garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.
4 March on in your Redeemer's strength j
Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye
While laboring up the hill.
G. N. ALLEW.
1, Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No. there's a cross for ev'ry one, And there's a cross for me.
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2 How happy are the saints above.
Who once went sorrowing here !
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.
3 The consecrated cross I'll bear.
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
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5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring,
Beneath heaven's arches high ;
The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die.
6 Oh, precious cross I oh, glorious crown 1
Oh, resurrection day !
Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away.
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The people of the Lord
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There they obtain their great reward ;
The prize will there be given.
2 'Tis conflict here below;
'Tis triumph there, and peace:
On earth we wrestle with the foe;
In heaven our conflicts cease.
3 'Tis gloom and darkness here;
'Tis light and joy above;
There all is pure, and all is clear;
There all is peace and love.
4 There rest shall follow toil,
And ease succeed to care:
The victors there divide the spoil;
They sing and triumph there.
5 Then let us joyful sing:
The conflict is not long:
We hope in heaven to praise our King
In one eternal song.
LABAN, S, M.
f^vXJ " Jehovah yireh." J. swain.
1 STAND on Zion's mount,
And view my starry crown;
No power on earth my hope can shake,
Kor hell can thrust me down.
2 The lofty hills and towers,
Tliat lift tlieir heads on high,
Shall all be leveled low in dust —
Their very names shall die.
3 The vaulted heavens shall fall,
Built by Jehovah's hands;
But firmer than the heavens, the Rock
Of my salvation stands I
« tf I " Goeth/orih weeping." G. BURGESS.
The harvest dawn is near.
The year delays not long;
And he who sows with many a tear,
Shall reap with many a song.
2 Sad to his toil he goes.
His seed with weeping leaves;
But he shall come, at twilight's close,
And bring his "rolden sheaves.
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My soul, be on thy guard.
Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray 1
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day.
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down ;
Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4 Figlit on, my soul, till death
Siiall bring thee to thy God !
He'll take thee at thy parting breath.
Up to his blest abode.
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CLAPTON. S. M,
WILLIAM JONKS.
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My soul, weigh not thy life
Against thy heavenly crown;
Isor sufier Satan's deadliest strife
To beat thy courage down.
2 With prayer and crying strong,
Hold on the fearful fight,
And let the breaking day prolong
The wrestling of the night.
DENNIS. S, M.
3 The battle soon will yield,
If thou thy part fulfill;
For strong as is the hostile shield,
Thy sword is stronger still.
4 Thine armor is divine,
Thy feet with victory shod;
And on thy head shall quickly shine
The diadem of God.
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Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.
4 His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
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How GENTLE God's commauds !
How kind his precepts are !
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
2 Beneath his watchful eye
His saints securely dwell ;
That hand which bears creation np
Shall guard his children well.
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Sometimes a light surprises
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It is the Lord who rises
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When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul 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 bring 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 should bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks, nor herds be there;
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His praise shall tune my voice.
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
OU/W Perfect peace. A. E. waring.
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here:
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid.
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed ?
2 Wherever he may guide me.
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me.
And nothing can I lack:
His wisdom ever wakcth,
His sight is never dim:
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.
3 Green pastures arc before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me.
Where darkest clouds have been?
My hope I cannot measure;
My path to life is free;
My Saviour has my treasure.
And he will walk with me.
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Ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high his royal banner,
It must not suffer loss:
From victory unto victory
His army shall he lead,
Till every foe is vanquished.
And Christ is Lord indeed.
2 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus !
The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict.
In this his glorious day:
"Ye that are men, now serve him,"
Against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.
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3 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus !
Stand iu his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you —
Ye dare not trust your own:
Put on the gospel armor,
And, watchmg unto prayer,
"Where duty calls, or danger,
Be never wanting there.
4 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus I
The strife will not be long;
This day, the noise of battle,
The next, the victor's song:
To him that overcometh,
A crown of life shall be;
He with the King of glory
Shall reign eternally !
1. In heavenly love a -bid-ing, No change my heart can fear; And safe is such con -fid - ing,
1). s. — But God is round a - bout me,
For nothing changes here.
And can I be dismayed ?
The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid,
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Who still your bodies feel:
Awhile forget your griefs and fears.
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.
2 Beyond the bounds of time and space.
Look forward to that heavenly place.
The saints' secure abode;
On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.
3 Who suffer with our Master here.
We shall before his face appear,
And by his side sit down ;
To patient faith the prize is sure;
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.
OyJO " Complete in him." anon.
Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice,
Alone in Jesus to rejoice.
And worship at his feet;
Come, take his praises on your tongues,
And raise to him your thankful songs,
"In him ye are complete I"
2 In him, who all our praise excels,
The fullness of the Godhead dwells.
And all perfections meet:
The head of all celestial powers.
Divinely theirs, divinely ours; —
"In him ye are complete 1 "
3 Still onward urge your heavenly way,
Dependent on him day by day,
His presence still entreat;
His precious name for ever bless.
Your glory, strength, and righteousness, —
" In him ye are complete I "
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BEEMEN. C. P. M.
THOS. HASTINGS.
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So shall thy saints and martyrs raise
What tho' your courage sometimes faints, A mighty chorus to thy praise,
His seeming triumph o 'er God's samts
Lasts but a little hour.
2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs
To him who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave it to him, our Lord!
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,
He sees the Gideon that shall rise
To save us, and his word.
3 As true as God's own word is true,
Not earth nor hell with all their crew
Against us shall prevail;
A jest and by -word are they grown;
God is with us, we are his own,
Our victory cannot fail!
World without end: Amen!
fJ\J % ^^ Casting all care on God." j. anstice.
0 Lord! how happy should we be,
If we could cast our care on thee,
If we from self could rest;
And feel, at heart, that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best!
2 How far from this our daily life.
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden, wild alarms!
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On thine almighty arms!
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Jesus still lead on,
Till our rest be won;
And although the way be cheerless.
We will follow, calm and fearless;
Guide us by thy hand
To our Fatherland.
2 If the way be drear,
If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us.
Let not faith and hope forsake us;
For, through many a foe.
To our home we go.
ZINZENDORF.
3 When we seek relief
From a long-felt grief,
When temptations come, alluring,
Make us patient and enduring;
Show us that bright shore
Where we weep no more.
4 Jesus, still lead on,
Till our rest be won;
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand
In our Fatherland.
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How FIRM a foundation, ye saints of the shall lie,
Lord ! My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
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The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; That soul — though all hell should endeavor
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He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems
when oppressed.
2 Through the valley and shadow of death
though I stray.
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ;
Noharmcau befall, withmy Comforter near.
3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ;
With blessings unmeasured my cup run-
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With perfume and oil thou anointest my head ;
Oh, what shall I ask of thy providence
more?
4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God !
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
Through the land of their sojourn, thy
kingdom of love.
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Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ;
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay;
Tho' suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near,
TheLordisourRefuge,andwhomcanwefear?
2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint ;
The weak, and oppressed — he will hear
their complaint;
The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
But how can we falter ? — our help is in God I
3 And to his green pastures our footsteps
he leads;
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds I
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears.
And brings back the wanderers all safe from
the snares.
4 Though clouds may surround us, our God
is our light;
Though storms rage around us, our God is
our might;
So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we come ;
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our
home!
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STEPHANOS. P.M.
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Art thou sore distressed?
"Come to me," saith One, " and coming,
Be at rest."
2 Hath he marks to lead me to him,
If he be my Guide? —
" In his feet and hands are wound-prints,
And his side."
3 Is there diadem, as Monarch,
That his brow adorns? —
"Yea, a crown, in very surety;
But of thorns."
4 If I find him, if I follow.
What his guerdon here? —
"Many a sorrow, many a labor.
Many a tear."
5 If I still hold closely to him,
What hath he at last? —
"Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
Jordan passed."
6 If I ask him to receive me,
Will he say me nay ? —
"Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away."
7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling.
Is he sure to bless? —
"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs,
Answer, Yes."
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To die is endless gain;
For him I gladly bear the cross,
And welcome grief and pain.
2 A pilgrimage my lot.
My home is in the skies;
I nightly pitch my tent below,
And daily higher rise.
3 I fare with Christ my Lord;
His path the path I choose;
They joy who suffer most with him —
They win who with him lose.
4 The dawn on distant hills
Shines o'er the vales below;
The shadows of this world are lost
In light to which I go.
5 My journey soon will end.
My scrip and staff laid down:
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I go to wear a crown.
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Thrice welcome home, beloved child,
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Unshaken as the sacred hill,
And fixed as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
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2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,
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That every saint surround.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ, their Lord, is gone.
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Along the mountain track of life,
Along the weary lea,
In rocks, in storms, in joy, in strife.
Let this my heart-cry be, —
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee."
2 This pilgrim-path by thee was trod,
Jesus, — my King, by thee,
Traced by thy tears, thy feet, thy blood.
In love, in death, for me:
Oh, bring my soul nearer to thee.
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Sweet memories bear of thee;
Aud hear the soul thy love hath bought,
Whose every cry shall be —
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee.''
4 Thou wilt 1 thou dost 1 — a still small voice
Whispers of faith in thee,
Of hope that might in grief rejoice,
If still the way-cry be, —
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee."
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CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER.
LEAD ME ON. P, M,
C. C. CONVERSE.
1. Traf'ling to the bet-terland, O'erthedesert'sscorcliingsand, Fatherlletmegraspthj hand;Leadmeoii, lead mo on!
O 1 U " LeaJ me an. " ANOl
Traveling to the bettor land,
O'er the desert's scorching sand,
Father ! let me grasp thy hand;
Lead mc on, lead me on !
2 "When at Marah, parched with heat,
I the sparkling fountain greet,
Make the bitter water sweet;
Lead me on !
3 AYhen the wilderness is drear,
Show me Elun's palm-grove near,
And her wells, as crystal clear:
Lead me on !
4 Through the water, through the fire,
Never let me fall or tire,
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Every step brings Canaan nigher:
Lead me on 1
5 Bid me stand on Nebo's height.
Gaze upon the land of light,
Then, transported with the sight.
Lead me on !
6 When I stand on Jordan's brink,
Never let me fear or shrink;
Hold me. Father, lest I sink:'
Lead me on !
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And eternal life begun,
Up to glory lead me on !
Lead me on, lead me on I
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Though troubles assail, and dangers af-
fright.
Though friends should all fail, and foes all
unite.
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide.
The promise assures us, "The Lord will
provide."
2 The birds, without barn or store-house,
are fed;
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The word of his grace shall comfort us
through:
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our
side.
We hope to die shouting, "The Lord will
provide."
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STAE OF BETHLEHEM. L. M, D.
SCOTCH MELODY.
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When, marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem ;
But one alone the Saviour 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 yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
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!
3 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease,
And through the storm and danger's thrall
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore.
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem !
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He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought.
Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Refrain.
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be.
For by his hand he leadeth me!
2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom.
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, —
Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me! — Ref.
3 Lord! I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content whatever lot I see.
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. — Ref.
4 And when my task on earth is done.
When by thy grace the victory 's won,
Ev'n death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. —
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One there is, above all others.
Well deserves the name of Friend ;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.
2 Which of all our friends, to save us.
Could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.
3 When he lived on earth abasdd.
Friend of sinners was his name ;
Now above all glory raisdd,
He rejoices in the same.
4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften !
Teach us, Lord, at length, to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a friend we have above.
Owl "Jesus only." e. NASON.
Jesus only, when the morning
Beams upon the path I tread;
Jesus only, when the darkness
Gathers round my weary head.
2 Jesus only, when the billows
Cold and sullen o'er me roll;
Jesus only, when the trumpet
Rends the tomb and wakes the soul.
3 Jesus only, when, adoring.
Saints their crowns before him bring;
Jesus only, I will, joyous,
Through eternal ages sing.
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None but Christ: his merit hides me,
He was faultless — I am fair:
None but Christ, his wisdom guides me,.
He was out-cast — I'm his care.
2 None but Christ: his Spirit seals me.
Gives me freedom with control;
None but Christ, his bruising heals me.
And his sorrow soothes my soul.
3 None but Christ: his life sustains me.
Strength and song to me he is;
None but Christ, his love constrains me,
He is mine and I am his.
OfwO "IFi'th you always.'' E. H. NEVIN.
Always with us, always with us —
Words of cheer and words of love;
Thus the risen Saviour whispers.
From his dwelling-place above.
2 With us when we toil in sadness,
Sowing much and reaping none;
Telling us that in the future
Golden harvests shall be won.
3 With us when the storm is sweeping-
O'er our pathway dark and drear;
Waking hope within our l^osoms,
Stilling every anxious fear.
4 With us in the lonely valley,
When we cross the chilHng stream —
Lighting up the steps to glory
With salvation's radiant beam.
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Since Jesus is my friend,
And I to him belong,
It matters not what foes intend,
However fierce and strong.
2 He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer,
How they who seek in God their rest
Shall ever find him near; —
3 How God hath built above
A city fair and new,
Where eye and heart shall see and prove
What faith has counted true.
4 My heart for gladness springs;
It cannot more be sad;
For very joy it smiles and sings, —
Sees naught but sunshine glad.
5 The sun that lights mine eyes
Is Christ, the Lord I love;
1 sing for joy of that which Ues
Stored up for me above.
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The Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supphed;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And fidl salvation fiows.
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He doth my soul reclaun;
And guide me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade.
My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my future days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
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Not with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name;
And love him in his word.
2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face ;
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.
3 And when we taste thy love.
Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
Aaid heaven begins below.
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Jesus 1 and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee ?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
AVhose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus 1 that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend I
No; when I blush, be this ray shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain —
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain 1
And, oh, may this my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me !
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Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life I thou Light of men !
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to thee again.
2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on thee call;
To them that seek thee thou art good,
To them that find thee, All in All.
3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon thee still;
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill I
4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.
5 O Jesus, ever with us stay;
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o'er the world thy holy light I
S. F. SMITH.
d(it7 '■'Not your own."
Oh, not my own these verdant hills,
And fruits, and flowers, and stream, and
wood;
But his who all with glory fills,
Who bought me with his precious blood.
2 Oh, not my own this wondrous frame,
Its curious work, its living soul;
But his who for my ransom came;
Slain for my sake, he claims the whole.
3 Oh, not my own the grace that keeps
! My feet from fierce temptations free;
Oh, not my own the thought that leaps,
Adoring, blessdd Lord, to thee.
4 Oh, not my own; I'll soar and sing,
When life, with all its toils, is o'er,
And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring
Safe home, to wander nevermore.
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Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, —
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For ever doth for sinners plead, —
For me, ev'n for my soul, was shed.
3 When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies —
Ev'n then, this shall be all my plea:
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.
4 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.
5 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice:
Bid, Lord, thy mourning ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.
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Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above,
When angel's touch the quivering string,
And wake, to chant Immanuel's love,
Such strains as angel-lips can sing !
2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays ;
When pardoned souls their raptures tell.
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise.
3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore;
We own the bond that makes us thine;
And carnal joys that charmed before,
For thy dear sake we now resign.
4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued.
Accept thine offered grace to-day;
Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed,
We bow, and give ourselves away.
5 In thee we trust, — on thee rely ;
Though we are feeble, thou art strong;
Oh, keep us till our spirits fly
To join the bright, immortal throng !
GEACE CHURCH. L. M,
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J38 LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST.
LIGHT OF THE WORLD. P. M.
p. p. BLISS.
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The Light of the world is Jesus; The Light of the world is Jesus. — Ref.
dOO spiritual Songs, p. 187. s. D. fhelps.
Saviour, thy dying love
Thou gavest me:
Nor should I aught withhold,
Dear Lord, from thee:
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfill its vow.
Some offering bring thee now,
Something for thee.
2 At the blest mercy-seat.
Pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up,
Jesus, to thee:
Help me the cross to bear.
Thy wondrous love declare,
Some song to raise, or prayer,
Something for thee.
3 Give me a faithful heart —
Likeness to thee.
That each departing day
Henceforth may see
Some work of love begun.
Some deed of kindness done.
Some wanderer sought and won,
Something for thee.
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LOWELL MASON.
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Take all my guilt away,
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly thiue 1
2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart j
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire 1
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all my guilt away, j Oh, let me from this day Be wholly thine!
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll.
Blest Saviour ! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul !
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Jesus, thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord I
Oh, thou art all to me !
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,
Jesus, my Lord I
2 Thou, blessed Son of God,
Hast bought me with thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord I
Oh, how great is thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord !
3 When unto thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord 1
What need I now to fear?
What earthly grief or care,
Since thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord I
4 Soon thou wilt come again !
1 shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord !
Then thine own face I'll see,
Then I shall like thee be,
Then evermore with thee,
Jesus, my Lord !
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LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST.
DEDHAM. C. M,
WM. GARDINER.
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Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise I
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace 1
2 My gracious Master and my God !
Assist me to proclaim.
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus — the name that calms my fears,
That bids my sorrows cease;
'T is music to my ravished ears ;
'T is life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make tlie foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
5 Let us obey, we then shall know,
Shall feel our sins forgiven;
Anticipate our heaven below.
And own that love is heaven.
0»3 I "Remember me." T. haweis.
0 THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, couflicts, woes,
0 Lord, remember me !
2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Thus, Lord, rememljer me 1
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee.
Oh, let my strength be as my day^ —
Dear Lord, remember me !
4 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait thy just decree.
Be this the i)rayer of my last breath:
Now, Lord, remember me !
^^^ ^^ A clean heart." c. WESLEY.
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free ;
A heart that always feels thy blood
So fi'eely shed for me !
2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's tlirone;
Wliere only Christ is heard to speak,
AVhere Jesus reigns alone I
3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart.
Believing, true, and clean I
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.
4 A licart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good;
An image. Lord ! of thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart, —
Thy new, best name of Love.
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SOUTHPORT, CM.
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1. JesDs, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thine ! The vail of sense hangs daric between Thy blessed face and mine !
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Jesus, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of thine 1
The vail of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine !
2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with thee.
"^" Strength, Fortress, Refuge. A. steelb.
Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll.
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief.
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
3 Like some bright dream that comes un- 3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,
When slumbers o'er me roll, [sought, I fear to call thee mine;
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.
4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;
I love thee, dearest Lord I — and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.
The springs of comfort seem to fail.
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.
5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
And still this throbbing heart, Here let my soul retreat.
The rending vail shall thee reveal, With humble hope attend thy will,
All glorious as thou art 1 And wait beneath thy feet.
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PENIEL, C, M,
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The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
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My dawning is begun:
He is my soul's sweet morning star,
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With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whisi)ers, I am his !
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way.
To embrace my dearest Lord 1
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Jesus, who on his glorious throne
Rules heaven, and earth, and sea.
Is pleased to claim me for his own
And give himself to me.
2 His person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
And while he pleads for me above,
His arm preserves me here.
3 His word of promise is my food.
His Spirit is my guide;
Thus daily is my strength renewed.
And all my wants supplied.
4 For him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace for liim renown;
Well may I glory iu my cross,
While he prepares my crowa
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1. Jesns ! I love thy charming name, T is music to mine ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and hcaren should hear.
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Jesus ! I love thy charming name,
'Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sonud it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should hear.
2 Yes ! — thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
HEBEE. CM.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;
Not 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.
GEO. KINGSLEY.
1. How sweet the name of Jesns sounds In a be-liev-er's ear! Itsoothes his sorrows.healshi8wonnds,And drives away his fear.
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How SWEET the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear !
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds.
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
4 Weak is the effort of my heart.
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I '11 praise thee as I ought.
5 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.
«>4:0 " Jesjis only." e. caswall, tr.
Jesus, the very thought of thee.
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see
And in thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind !
3 0 Hope of every contrite heart !
O Joy of all the meek !
To those who fall, how kind thou art I
How good to those who seek 1
4 But what to those who find ? Ah I this,
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is.
None but his loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now.
And through eternity.
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Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all his glories known.
4 Well — the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I '11 spend.
Triumphant in his grace.
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Jesus, Master, whose I am,
Purchased thine alone to be,
By thy blood, 0 spotless Lamb,
Shed so willingly for me;
Let my heart be all thine own.
Let me live to thee alone.
2 Other lords have long held sway;
Now thy name alone to bear.
Thy dear voice alone obey,
Is my daily, hourly prayer.
Whom have I in heaven but thee ?
Nothing else my joy can be.
3 Jesus, Master, I am thine;
Keep me faithful, keep me near;
Let thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer.
Jesus, at thy feet I fall,
Oh, be thou my All in all.
S. MEDLEY.
t*^ • "He is precious."
Oh, could I speak the matchless worth.
Oh, could I sound the glories forth.
Which in my Saviour shine !
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings.
And vie with Gabriel while, he sings
In notes almost divine.
2 I 'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt.
Of sin and wrath divine !
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
^'^^ 7s, 61. " Only thee." G. duffield.
Blessed Saviour ! thee I love,
All my other joys above;
All my hopes in thee abide.
Thou my hope, and naught beside:
Ever let my glory be.
Only, only, only thee.
2 Once again beside the cross, •
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away, —
Clouds they are that hide my day:
Hence, vain shadows ! let me see
Jesus, crucified for me.
3 Blessdd Saviour, thine am I,
Thine to live, and thine to die ;
Height, or depth, or earthly power.
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more:
Ever shall my glory be
Only, only, only thee !
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"Lookhig unto yesus."
I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God; 0 eyes that are weary, and hearts that
1 knew not my danger, and felt not my load ; are sore !
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more I
on the tree, The light of his countenance shineth so
Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. bright,
That here, as in heaven, there need be no
night.
2 When free grace awoke me by light from
on hio-h 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can-
Then legal fears shook me : I trembled to die : ^'^^ fear ;
No refuge, no safety, in self could I see: I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;
Jehovah, thou only my Saviour must be 1 I know that his presence my safeguard
will be,
For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith
3 My ten-ors all vanished before his sweet unto me.
name; «
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I 3 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found,
came When Jordan's dark waters encompass me
To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : round :
Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. They bear me away in his presence to be:
I see him still nearer whom always I see.
4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty
boast; and grace
Jehovah, my Saviour, I ne'er can be lost; OfJesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;
In thee I shall conquer, by flood and by Shall know how his love went before me
field, each day,
Jehovah my anchor, Jehovah my shield 1 And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
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Come , Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me ; died
Come, gladden my spu-it that waiteth for Made clean in the fountain that gushed
thee; from thy side.
Thy smile every shadow shall chase from my I shall see thy full glory, thy face shall be-
heart, hold.
And soothe every sorrow though keen be And praise thee with raptures for ever un-
the smart. told !
2 Without thee but weakness, with thee I ^ >,
am strong; 3o3 ^' Distresses /or Ckrhfs sake." c. fry.
By day thou shalt lead me,by night be my For what shall I praise thee, my God and
song ; my King,
Though dangers surround me, I still every For what blessings the tribute of gratitude
foar, bring ?
Since thou, the Most Mighty, my Helper, Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health,
•art near. or for ease,
3 Thy love, oh, how faithful ! so tender, so For the sunshine of youth, for the garden
pure I of peace ?
Thy promise, faith's anchor, how steadfast 2 For this I should praise; but if only for
and sure I this.
That love, like sweet sunshme, my cold I should leave half untold the donation of
heart can warm, Ijjigg ]
That promise make steady my soul in the I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow and
storm. care,
4 Breathe, breathe on my spirit, oft ruffled. For the thorns I have gathered, tie anguish
thy peace: I bear; —
From restless, vam wishes, bid thou my 3 For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears
heart cease; A present of pain, a prospective of fears- '
In thee all its longings henceforward shall I praise thee, I bless thee, my Lord and mv
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Blessed are the sons of God,
They are bought with Christ's own blood ;
They are ransomed from the grave;
Life eternal they shall have:
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
2 They are justified by grace,
They enjoy the Saviour's peace;
All their sins are washed away;
They shall stand in God's great day:
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
3 They are lights upon the earth,
Children of a heavenly birth, —
One with God, with Jesus one:
Glory is in them begun:
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
^"tt Chanty. LANGE.
Though I speak with angel tongues
Bravest words of strength -and fire.
They are but as idle songs.
If no love my heart inspire;
All the eloquence shall pass
As the noise of sounding brass,
2 Though I lavish all I have
On the poor in charity,
Though I shrink not from the grave,
Or unmoved the stake can see, —
Till by love the work be crowned.
All shall profitless be found.
3 Come, thou Spirit of pure love.
Who didst forth from God proceed,
Never from my heart remove;
Let me all thy impulse heed;
Let my heart henceforward be
Moved, controlled, inspired by thee.
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Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
"What to-morrow may betide.
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone ; —
Let me thus with thee abide.
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
E. H. NEVIN.
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Saviour, happy would I be.
If I could but trust in thee ;
Trust thy wisdom me to guide;
Trust thy goodness to provide;
Trust thy saving love and power;
Trust thee every day and hour: —
2 Trust thee as the only light
In the darkest hour of night ;
Trust in sickness, trust in health;
Trust in poverty and wealth ;
Trust in joy and trust in grief;
Ti'ust thy promise for relief: —
3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul;
Trust thy grace to make me whole;
Trust thee living, dying too;
Trust thee all my journey through;
Trust thee till my feet shall be
Planted on the crystal sea.
Abba, Father, hear thy child. Late in Je - sus re- conciled; \
Hear, and all the graces shower, Ail the joy, and peace, and power; J All my Sanourasks abore, All the life and heaven of love.
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Abba, Father, hear thy child,
Late in Jesus reconciled;
Hear, and all the graces shower,
All the joy, and peace, and power;
All my Saviour asks above.
All the hfe and heaven of love.
2 Holy Ghost, no more delay;
Come, and in thy temple stay:
Now, thine inward witness bear.
Strong, and permanent, and clear:
Spring of life, thyself impart;
Rise eternal iu my heart.
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MOUNT AUBUEN. C. M.
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Lord, I believe; thy power I own;
Thy word I would obey;
1 wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy trutl; I stray.
2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
1 look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
3 Lord, I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak:
My weakness strengthen, and bestow
The confidence I seek.
4 Yes! I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief:
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow;
"Help thou mine unbelief!"
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Lord ! when I all things would possess,
I crave but to be thine;
Oh, lowly is the loftiness
Of these desires divine.
2 Each gift but helps my soul to learn
How boundless is thy store;
I go from strength to strength, and yearn
For thee, my Helper, more.
3 How can my soul divinely soar,
How keep the shining way,
And not more tremblingly adore.
And not more humbly pray !
4 The more I triumph in thy gifts,
Tlie more I wait on thee;
The grace that mightily uplifts
Most sweetly humbleth me.
5 The heaven where I would stand complete
My lowly love shall see,
And stronger grow the yearning sweet.
My holy One ! for thee.
OOl- Calmness. H. bonar.
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm;
Let thine outstretched wing
Be like the shade of Elim's palm,
Beside her desert spring.
2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
The sounds my ear that greet, —
Calm in the closet's solitude,
Calm in the bustling street, —
3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in my hour of pain,
Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain, —
4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like him who bore my shame,
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng,
Who hate thy holy name.
5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on thy breast;
Soothe me with lioly hymn and psalm.
And bid my spirit rest.
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Thy majesty how bright I
How glorious is thy mercy seat, .
In depths of burning light !
2 Yet I may love thee too, 0 Lorji,
Almighty as thou art;
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
NAOMI. C, M. -
3 No earthly father loves like thee,
No motlier half so mild
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.
4 My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thou everlasting Friend !
On thee I stay my trusting heart,
Till faith in vision end.
LOWELL MASON.
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Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies.
Accepted at thy throne of grace.
Let this petition Mse: —
2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine:
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."
dO'i Growth in ^ace. A. nettleton.
Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire;
This one great gift impart —
What most I need, and most desire,
An humble, holy heart.
2 Bear witness I am born again.
My many sins forgiven:
Nor let a gloomy doubt remain
To cloud my hope of heaven.
3 More of myself grant I may know,
From sin's deceit be free;
In all the Christian graces grow.
And live alone to thee.
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GEATITUDE, L. M.
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Thy gifts are every evening new
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2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 2 To us remains nor place nor time
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Our country is in every clime:
Thy sovereign word restores the light
<iO < Contentment. w. COWPER, tr,
O Lord, how full of sweet content
Our years of pilgrimage are spent !
Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
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Br faith in Christ I walk with God,
With heaven, my journey's end, in view; Secure of finding God in all
We can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
3 While place we seek, or place we shun.
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with our God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
4 Could we be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote we call,
Supported by his staff and rod.
My road is safe and pleasant too.
2 Though snares and dangers throng my
path,
And earth and hell my course withstand,
I triumph over all by faith.
Guarded by his almighty hand.
3 The wilderness affords no food,
But God for my support prepares,
Provides me every needful good,
And frees my soul from wants and cares.
4 With him sweet converse I maintain ;
Great as he is, I dare be free;
I tell him all ray grief and pain,
And he reveals his love to me.
GREEK HYMH.
dOo Voiceless Prayer.
0 BLKssED God, to thcc I raise
My voice in thankful hymns of praise;
And when my voice shall silent be,
My silence shall be praise to thee.
2 For voice and silence doth impart
The filial homage of my heart;
And both alike are understood
By thee, thou Parent of all good —
3 Whose grace is all unsearchable.
Whose care for me no tongue can tell.
Who loves my loudest praise to hear,
And loves to bless my voiceless prayer.
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'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
2 The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
d / " Self-denial. j. keble.
If on our daily course our mind
Be set, to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.
3 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask ; —
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above ;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.
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" * -■- Love. I. WATTS
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tiukhng brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell —
Or could my faith the world remove.
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame.
To gain a martyr's glorious name: —
4 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal.
The work of love can e'er fulfill.
tf § n^ Consistency. i. watts.
So LET our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine.
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When his salvation reigns within.
And grace subdues the power of sin,
3 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope, —
The bright appearance of the Lord:
And faith stands leaning on his word.
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Oh, gift of gifts ! oli, grace of faith !
My God ! how can it be
That thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?
2 How many hearts thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine 1
How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of thine 1
3 Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come,
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.
4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,
Seem trifles less than light —
Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.
5 Oh, happy, happy that I am I
If thou canst be, 0 Faith,
The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death 1
O I i Godly sincerity. darton.
Walk in the liglit ! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love,
His Spirit only can bestow.
Who reigns in light above,
2 Walk in the light 1 and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly his.
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
In whom no darkness is.
3 Walk in the light ! and ev'n the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquered there.
4 Walk in the light I and thou shalt see
Thy path, though thorny, bright.
For God by grace shall dwell in thee,
And God hknself is light.
Faith.
D. TURNER.
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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 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer;
And make the dying live.
3 Wide it unvails celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there.
Nor bids me seek in vain.
4 It shows the precious promise sealed
With the Redeemer's blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.
5 There — there unshaken would I rest,
Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise.
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Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit too,
And glory all divine.
2 If he is mine, then from his love
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss his rod attends.
3 If he is mine, let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honor flee:
Sure he who giveth me himself
Is more than these to me.
4 Oh, tell me. Lord, that thou art mine;
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.
** • * Perseverance. i. watts.
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;
If I am found in Jesus' hands,
My soul can ne'er lie lost.
2 His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of his sheep ;
All, whom his heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.
3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove
His favorites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.
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I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home.
My God, my heaven, my all ! —
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
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THOS. HASTINGS.
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Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
OOU God o»r Father, c. wink WORTH, ^r.
Here I can firmly rest;
I dare to boast of this,
That God, the highest and the best,
My Friend and Father is.
2 Naught have I of my own,
Naught in the life I lead;
What Christ hath given, that alone
I dare in faith to plead.
3 I rest upon the ground
Of Jesus and his blood;
It is through him that I have found
My soul's eternal good.
4 At cost of all I have.
At cost of life and limb,
1 cling to God who yet shall save;
I will not turn from him.
5 His Spirit in me dwells,
O'er all my mind he reigns;
My care and sadness he dispels,
And soothes away my pains.
6 He prospers day by day
His work within my heart.
Till I have strength and faith to say,
"Thou, God, my Father art!"
OOl. "It is well." J. KENT.
What cheering words are these;
Their sweetness who can tell ?
In time, and to eternal days,
'"Tis with the righteous well 1"
2 Well when they see his face,
Or sink amidst the flood;
Well in affliction's thorny maze.
Or on the mount with God.
3 'T is well when joys arise,
'Tis well when sorrows flow,
'Tis well when darkness vails the skies,
And strong temptations grow.
4 'Tis well when Jesus calls, —
" From earth and sin arise.
To join the hosts of ransomed souls.
Made to salvation wise I "
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1. B^hoidwhat wondrous grace The Fa-ther has be-stowed On sin-ners of a mor - tal race, To call them sons of God!
OOii Adoption. I. WATTS.
Behold ! what Avondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
Ou sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God 1
2 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
3 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
4 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove.
To rest upon my heart.
5 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry.
And thou the kindred own.
THATCHER. S. M.
dod Peace. C. wesleY.
Thou very present Aid
In suffering and distress.
The mind which still on thee is stayed,
Is kept in perfect peace.
2 The soul by faith reclined
On the Redeemer's breast,
'Mid raging storms, exults to find
An everlasting rest.
3 Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.
4 Jesus, to whom I fly,
Doth all my wishes fill;
What though created streams are dry ?
I have the fountain still.
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5 Stripped of each earthly friend,
I find them all in One,
And peace and joy which never end,
And heaven, in Christ, alone.
FROM G. F. HANDEL.
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My Jesus, as tliou wilt!
Oh, may thy will be mine;
Into thy hand of lofe
I wonld my all resign;
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, thy will be donel
2 My Jesus, as thou wilt!
Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope
Grow dim or disappear;
Since thou on earth hast wept,
And sorrowed oft alone.
If I must weep with thee,
My Lord, thy will be donel
3 My Jesus, as thou wilt!
All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust with thee:
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on.
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, thy will be done!
doO " He knoweth the way." H. BONi
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by thiue own hand;
Choose out my path for me.
1 dare not choose my lot:
I would not, if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God.
So shall 1 walk aright.
2 The kingdom that I seek
Is thine: so let the way
That leads to it be thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill.
As best to thee may seem ;
Choose thou my good and ill.
3 Choose thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health ;
Choose thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be thou my Guide, my Strength,
My Wisdom and my All.
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In the dark and cloudy day,
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me !
2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon, —
Desolate, bereft, alone.
Saviour, comfort me !
3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried.
In the darkness crucified.
Bid me in thy love confide;
Saviour, comfort me I
4 Comfort me; I am cast down:
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
1 deserve it all, I own:
Saviour, comfort me !
5 So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,
If thou wilt but tenderly.
Saviour, comfort me I
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Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon his word;
Thou wilt soon have cause to bless
His unchanging faithfulness.
2 He sustains thee by his hand,
He enables thee to stand;
Those, whom Jesus once hath loved,
From his grace are never moved.
3 Heaven and earth may pass away,
God's free grace shall not decay;
He hath promised to fulfill
All the pleasure of his will.
4 Jesus I guardian of thy flock,
Be thyself our constant rock;
Make us by thy powerful hand.
Firm as Zion's mountain stand.
W. COWPKK.
*i^^ Love seen in trials.
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know.
Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all, —
This is happiness to me.
3 God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain and toil ;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil
4 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway ?
5 Trials make the promise sweet;
Ti'ials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
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OO" Comfort.
Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain and death, and night and anguish
Enter not the world above.
3 Light and peace a^ once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall nevei'j never die.
2 "While our silent steps are straying 4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
Lonely through night's deepening shade. O'er the grave of those you love;
Glory's brightest beams are playing Far removed from pain and anguish,
Round the happy Christian's head. They are chanting hymns above.
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Holy Father, thou hast taught me
I should live to thee alone;
Year by year thy hand hath brought me
On through dangers oft unknowu.
When I wandered, thou hast found me;
When I doubted, sent me light;
Still thine arm has been around me,
All my paths were in thy sight.
2 In the world will foes assail me,
Craftier, stronger far than I ;
And the strife may never fail me.
Well I know, before I die.
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Therefore, Lord, I come believing
Thou canst give the power I need;
Through the prayer of faith receiving
Strength — the Spirit's strength, indeed.
3 I would trust in thy protection.
Wholly rest upon thine arm;
Follow wholly thy direction.
Thou, mine only guard from harm I
Keep ine from mine own undoing,
Help me turn to thee when tried,
Still my footsteps. Father, viewing,
Keep me ever at thy side.
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trtfM. ^^ Thy ■will be done." T. Hastings.
Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say, — thy will be done.
2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord, — thy will be done.
3 Though to-day we 're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing — thy will be done.
4 Bj thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
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0 Holy Saviour! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bid 'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
2 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to thee.
3 Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life's dreary waste, with thorns o 'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Still whispers, "Cling to me!"
4 Though faith and hope are often tried,
1 ask not, need not, aught beside ;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied.
The soul that clings to thee!
*^ "^ A iviU resigned. j. c. whittier.
1 ASK not now for gold to gild.
With mocking shine, an aching frame;
The yearning of the mind is stilled —
I ask not now for fame,
2 But, bowed in lowliness of mind,
I make my humble wishes knoAvn;
I only ask a will resigned,
0 Father, to thine own.
3 In vain I task my aching brain,
In vain the sage's thoughts I scan;
I only feel how w^eak I am,
How poor and blind is man.
4 And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see;
And, like a weary child, would come,
0 Father, unto thee.
THY WILL BE DONE. Chant.
LOWELL MASON.
395
"Thy will be,
The hurrying stream of | life may | run
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
"Thy will be I done."
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2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o 'cr us shine Is ours: — to breathe, while we adore, |
A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, |1 "Thy will be | done."
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THOS. HASTINGS.
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0 THOU, whose bounty fills my cup
With every blessing meet !
1 give thee thanks for every clroji —
The bitter and the sweet.
2 I praise thee for the desert road,
And for the river-side;
For all thy goodness hath bestowed.
And all thy grace denied.
3 I thank thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;
1 praise thee for the future crown,
And for the present cross.
4 I thank thee for the wing of love,
Which stirred my worldly nest;
And for the stormy clouds which drove
The flutterer to thy breast.
5 I bless thee for the glad increase.
And for the waning joy;
And for this strange, this settled peace.
Which nothing can destroy,
O tf • " I Jirmly trust." j. MONTGOMERY.
One prayer I have — all prayers in one —
When I am wholly thine;
Thy will, my God, thy will be done.
And let that will be mine.
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back, in gratitude, from me
May all thy bounties flow.
4 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."
5 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed;
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
OtfcJ '^Sweet to lie passive." A. m. toplady.
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain,
And long to fly away; —
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above; —
3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend; —
4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.
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STOUGHTOU. 83, 73. D.
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He, whose word can - not be brok - en, Formed thee for his own a - bode :
D. S. — With sal - va - tion's wall sur - round - ed, Thou may' st smile at all thy foes.
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Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God !
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded.
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See 1 the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sous and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage? —
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.
3 Round each hal)itation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a covering.
Showing that the Lord is near !
Thus deriving from their banner.
Light by night, and shade by day.
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which he gives them when they pray.
T/ii covenatit.
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Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken;
0 my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, atllictcd, broken.
Fair abodes I build for you ;
Scenes of heartfelt tril^ulatiou
Shall no more perplex your ways;
You shall name your walls "Salvation,"
And your gates shall all be "Praise."
2 There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow ;
For the Lord, your faith rewai'ding.
All his bounty shall bestow.
Still in undisturbed possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feci oppression.
Hear the voice of war again.
3 Yo, no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see,
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me.
God shall rise, and sliining o'er you.
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your Glory,
God, your everlasting Light.
THE CHURCH:— INSTITUTIONS.
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(Rise on us, thy love re-veal-ing, Dis - si-pate the clouds be-neath:) Thou, of heaven and
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Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death !
Rise on us, thy love revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
Thou, of heaven and earth Creator,
lu our deepest darkness rise, —
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.
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2 Still we wait for thine appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart:
Come, and manifest thy favor
To the ransomed, helpless race;
Come, thou glorious God and Saviour!
Come, and bring the gospel grace.
3 Save us, in thy great compassion,
0 thou mild, pacific Prince 1
Give the knowledge of salvation.
Give the pardon of our sins;
By thine all-sufficient merit.
Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.
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2 Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art:
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
3 Born, thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King I
Born to reign in us for ever.
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit.
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
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This was our Saviour's rule;
With docile minds let us obey,
As learners in his school.
2 Lord Christ, we humbly ask
Of thee the power and will,
With fear and meekness, every task
Of duty to fulfill.
3 At home, by word and deed.
Adorn redeeming grace;
And sow abroad the precious seed
Of truth in every place: —
4 That thus the wilderness
May blossom like tlie rose.
And trees spring up of righteousness,
Where'er life's river flows.
5 For thee our all to spend,
Still may we watch and pray,
And, persevering to the end,
Work while it is to-day.
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We give thee but thine own,
Whate'er the gift may be:
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, 0 Lord, from thee.
2 May we thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive.
And gladly, as thou blessest us,
To thee our first-fruits give.
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3 To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angel's work below.
4 The captive to release.
To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace —
It is a Christ-like thing.
5 And we believe thy word.
Though dim our faith may be ;
Whate'er for thine we do, 0 Lord,
We do it unto thee.
*"*' Reform. ANON,
Mourn for the thousands slain,
The youthful and the strong;
Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign,
And the deluded throng.
2 Mourn for the ruined soul, —
Eternal life and light
Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl.
And turned to hopeless night.
3 Mourn for the lost, — but call.
Call to the strong, the free;
Rouse them to shun the dreadful fall,
And to the refuge flee.
4 Mourn for the lost, — but pray,
Pray to our God above.
To break the fell destroyer's sway,
And show his saving love.
CHURCH WORK.
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Sow IN the mora thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broad-cast it o'er the land.
2 And duly shall appear
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
3 Thou canst not toil in vain ;
Cold, heat, the moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the graia
For garners in the sky.
4 Then, when the glorious end,
The day of God shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven sing "Harvest home I '^
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Work, for the night is coming;
Work, through the morning hours;
Work, while the dew is sparkling;
Work, 'mid springing flowers;
Work, when the day grows brighter.
Work, in the glowing sun ;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.
2 Work, for the night is coming.
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute
Something to keep in store:
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.
3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing.
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.
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Hark I the voice of Jesus calling, —
Who will go and work to-day ?
Fields are white, the harvest waiting, —
"Who will bear the sheaves away?
Loud and long the Master calleth,
Rich reward he offers free;
Who will answer, gladly saying,
"Here am I, 0 Lord, send me"
2 If you cannot cross the ocean
And the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer,
You can help them at your door;
If you cannot speak like angels,
if you cannot preach like Paul,
You can teU the love of Jesus,
You can say he died for all.
3 While the souls of men are dying,
And the Master calls for you,
Let none hear you idly saying,
"There is nothing I can do I"
Gladly take the task he gives you,
Let his work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when he calleth,
•Here am I, 0 Lord, send me."
TCVfV ;. lyy^it thy hand firuUtk." E. H. GATES.
If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet,
You can stand among the sailors.
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boat away.
2 If vou are too weak to journey
Up the mountain steep and high,
You can stand within the valley,
While the multitude go by;
You can chant in happy measure,
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.
3 If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready to command;
If vou cannot toward the needy
Reach an ever open hand,
You can visit the afflicted,
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.
4 If you cannot in the harvest
Garner up the richest sheaf,
Many a grain both ripe and golden
Will the careless reapers leave;
Go and glean among the briers.
Growing rank against the wall.
For it may be that the shadow
Hides the heaviest wheat of all.
CHURCH WORK.
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^M.\j gg^ 7g Christian Union. T. w. aveung.
Hail ! thou God of grace aud glory !
Who thy name hast magnified,
By redemption's wondrous story,
By the Saviour crucified;
Thanks to thee for every blessing,
Flowing from the Foimt of love;
Thanks for present good unceasing.
And for hopes of bliss above.
2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly,
Xear thy bright and burning throne;
We invoke thee, God most holy!
Through thy well-beloved Son;
Send the baptism of thy Spirit,
Shed the jjentecostal fire;
Let us all thy grace inherit,
Waken, crown each good desire.
3 Bmd thy people, Lord ! in union.
With the sevenfold cord of love;
Breathe a spirit of communion
With the glorious hosts above;
Let thy work be seen progressing;
Bow each heart, and bend each knee;
Till the world, thy truth possessing,
Celebrates its jubilee.
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We are watching, we are waiting,
For the bright prophetic day:
When the shadows, weary shadows,
From the world shall roll away. — Ceo.
2 We are watching, we are waiting,
For the star that brings the day:
When the night of sin shall vanish,
And the shadows melt away. — Cho.
3 We are watching, we are waiting,
For the Ijeauteous King of day:
For the Chiefest of ten-thousand,
For the Light, the Truth, the Wav. —
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1. On - ward, Chris - tian, though the re - gion Where thou art be drear and lone;
TcAfW '' Leaving us an example." s. johnson.
Onward, Christian, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone;
Ood has set a guardian legion
Yery near thee; press thou on.
2 By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother;
Jesus trod it; press thou on.
3 Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace ;
While it needs thee, oh, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release.
4 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather,
That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus, "Father,
Not my will, but thine, be done."
4: A t> Courage and Faith, anon.
Father, hear the prayer we offer!
Not for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.
2 Not for ever by still waters
Would we idly quiet stay;
But would smite the living fountains
From the rocks along our way.
3 Be our strength in liours of weakness.
In our wanderings, be our guide;
Through endeavor, failure, danger.
Father, be thou at our side!
TC A 'x Progress. H. bonar.
Like the eagle, upward, onward.
Let my soul in faith be borne:
Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward.
Let my eye unshrinking turn!
2 Where the cross, God's love revealing,
Sets the fettered spirit free.
Where it sheds its wondrous healing.
There, my -soul, thy rest shall be!
3 Oh, may I no longer, dreaming.
Idly waste my golden day.
But, each precious hour redeeming,
Upward, onward, press my way I
'll.O Psabn\i-j. H. AUBER.
Vainly, through night's weary hours,
Keep we watch, lest foes alarm;
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers.
But for God's protecting arm.
2 Vain were all our toil and labor,
Did not God that labor bless;
Vain, without his grace and favor.
Every talent we possess.
3 Vainer still the hope of heaven,
That on human strength relies;
But to him shall help be given,
Who in humble faith applies,
4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed;
He will grant us peace and rest:
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who thro' Christ his prayer addressed.
CHURCH WORK.
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Thinking not 'tis thrown away;
God himself saith, thou shalt gather
It again some future day.
2 Cast thy bread upon the waters;
Wildly though the billows roll,
They but aid thee as thou toilest
Truth to spread from pole to pole.
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To some distant island lone,
So to human souls benighted,
That thou flingest may be borne.
4 Cast thy bread upon the waters;
Why wilt thou still doubting stand?
Bounteous shall God send the harvest.
If thou sow'st with Uberal hand.
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He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love,
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
2 Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given.
Through an influence all divine.
3 Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary.
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening !
See the rising grain appear;
Look again ! the fields are whitenmg,
For the harvest time is near.
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EEMSEN. C. M.
1. Father of mercies! send thy grace, All powerful from above, To form, in our o-bedient souls, The image of thj love.
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Father of mercies ! send thy grace,
All powerful from above,
To form in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.
2 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts
The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy
And weep for others' woe 1
3 When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel.
And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus looked on dying men,
When throned above the skies;
And mid the embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew.
To raise us from the ground,
And made the richest of his blood
A balm for every wound.
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Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure.
And let love's treasures still be spent,
Like his, upon the poor.
2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress.
Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their crowded loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.
3 For thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And that thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.
4 Mean are all offerings we can make;
Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake.
They lose not their reward.
•Trw" minute Jidclity. anon.
Scorn not the slightest word or deed,
Kor deem it void of power;
There 's fruit in each wind-wafted seed,
That waits its natal hour.
2 A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life;
A look of love Itid sin depart,
And still unholy strife.
3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell
Within it silently.
4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite.
Nor care how small it be;
God is with all that serve the right,
The holy, true, and free.
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Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the su{)[)licating eye
Was never raised in vain : —
2 Whose breast expands with generous
A stranger's woes to feel; [warmth
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.
4 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow:
He views, through meicy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
5 Peace from the bosom of his God,
The Saviour's grace shall give;
And, when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.
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G. BURDER.
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It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper's soug among the sheaves.
2 Yet ours the {grateful service whence
Comes, day by day, the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain, and the noonday shade.
WELTON
3 And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.
4 But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait,in heaven, their harvest day I
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"Take up thy cross," the Saviour said,
" If thou wouldst my disciple be;
Deny thyself, the world forsake.
And humbly follow after me."
2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart and nerve thine arm.
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3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame;
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel ;
Thy Lord for thee the cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.
4 Take up thy cross, and follow Christj
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown.
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INVERNESS, S. M.
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1. Great God, now conde-scend To bless onr ris-ingrace; Soonmaythcirwillingspirits bend, The sub-jecis of thygrace.
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Great God, now condescend
To bless our rising race ;
Soon may their willing spirits bend,
The subjects of thy grace.
2 Oh, what a pure delight
Their happiness to see;
Our warmest wishes all unite
To lead their souls to thee.
3 Now bless, thou God of love,
The word of truth divine;
Send thy good Spirit from above,
And make these children thine.
Tt/w tl "Sufft-r them to come. H. u. onderdonk.
The Saviour kindly calls
Our children to his breast;
He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.
2 "Let them approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heaven are such as these.
For such as these I came."
3 With joy we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee.
Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.
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LOWELL MASON.
1. Shepherd of tender youth, Guiding in love and trulli Thro' dcnons ways- j Christ.ourtriumphantKiog, ] [shout thy praise.
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Shepherd of tender youth.
Guiding in love and truth
Through devious ways —
Christ, our triumphant King,
We come thy name to sing.
And here our children bring,
To shout thy praise.
2 Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife;
Thou didst thyself abase.
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,
And give us life.
3 Ever be tliou our Guide, '
Our Shepherd and our pride.
Our staff and song;
Jesus, thou Christ of God,
By thy perennial word
Lead us where thou hast trod;
Our faith make strong.
4 So now, and till we die,
Sound we thy praises high.
And joyful sing:
Let all the holy throng.
Who to tliy Church belong,
Unite and swell the song
To Christ our King!
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Saviour, like a shepherd lead us:
Much we need thy tender care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use thy fold prepare:
We are thine: do thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way ;
Keep thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray.
2 Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Early let us seek thy favor,
Early help us do thy will;
Holy Lord, our only Saviour 1
With thy grace our bosom fill.
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Saviour King, in hallowed union,
At thy sacred feet we bow;
Heart with heart, in blest communion,
Join to crave thy favor now !
Though celestial choirs adore thee,
Let our prayer as incense rise;
And our praise be set before thee,
Sweet as evening sacrifice.
2 Heavenly Fount, thy streams of blessing,
Oft have cheered us on our way;
By thy power and grace unceasing,
We continue to this day:
Raise we then with glad emotion
Thankful lays: and while we sing,
Vow a pure , a full devotion
To thy work, O Saviour King 1
3 When we tell the wondrous story
Of thy rich, exhaustless love,
Send thy Spirit, Lord of glory,
On the youthful heart to move 1
Oh, that he, the ever-living,
May descend, as fruitful rain;
Till the wilderness, reviving,
Blossoms as the rose again !
'Thes^ little ones." w. a. muhlenberg.
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Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share;
Now, these little ones receiving.
Fold them in thy gracious arm ;
There, we know, thy word believing,
Only there, secure from harm.
2 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all hfe's dangerous way:
Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place,
.Feed in pastures ever vernal.
Drink the rivers of thy grace.
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O God of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed ;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led 1
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace ;
God of our fathers ! be the God
Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us, each day, our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace.
SILOAM. CM.
5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore.
^O L Christ receiving children. P. doddrIDGS.
bEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stands,
With all engaging charms 1
Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms I
2 " Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came."
3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands.
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine, —
Thine let our offspring be.
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By cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows !
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose I
2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod ;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet.
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's mature r age
May shake the soul with sorrow's power
And stormy passion's rage.
5 0 thou, whose infant feet were found
Within thy Father's shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned.
Were all alike divine !
6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath,
We seek thy grace alone
In childhood, manhood, age and death,
To keep us still thine own.
CHURCH FELLOWSHIP.
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For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.
One family — we dwell in him —
One churcli above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death j —
2 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
Ev'n now to their eternal home
^ome happy spirits fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And soon expect to die.
3 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands
^Vith those that went before,
And greet the ransomed, blessed bands
Upon the eternal shore.
Lord Jesus! be our constant guide:
And, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
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Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke; —
But we are come to Zion's hill.
The city of our God;
Where milder words declare his will,
And speak his love abroad.
2 Behold the innnmerable host
Of angels clothed in light;
Behold, the spirits of the just.
Whose faith is turned to sight I
Behold the blest assembly there,
"Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the Judge of all, declare
Their vilest sins forgiven.
3 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake.
In such society as this
My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is.
Must be for ever blest.
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1. Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross Where my Redeemer loved and died ! Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds, and bleeding side.
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Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross
Where my Redeemer loved and died !
Her noblest life my spirit draws
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sovereign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
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3 Thine would I live, thine would I die.
2 I would for ever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown ;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.
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Purchased and saved by blood divine,
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The vow is past beyond repeal ;
And now I set the solemn seal.
4 Here at that cross where flows the blood
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee, my new Master now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all.
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2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love !
Let cheerful anthems fill his house.
While to that sacred shrine I move. — Cna
3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done:
I am my Lord's, and he is mine:
He taught me how to watch and pray, He drew me, and I followed on.
And live rejoicing every day: Charmed to confess the voice divine— Cho.
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Oh, happy day, that fixed ray choice
On thee, my Saviour, and my God !
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Cno. — Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away
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Tuue my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing.
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NAUPORD. P.M.
2 Here I'll raise mme Eben-ezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure.
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger.
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood,
3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I 'm constrained to be !
Let thy goodness, 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; oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.
A. S. SULLIVAN.
1. Bj Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the raem-o - ry a-dored, And showthe death of our dear lord, Ua- til he come.
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By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
We keep the memory adored,
And show the death of our dear Lord,
Until he come.
2 His body broken in our stead
Is here, in this memorial bread;
And so our feeble love is fed,
Until he come.
3 His fearful drops of agony,
His life-blood shed for us we see:
The wme shall tell the mystery,
Until he come.
4 And thus that dark betrayal night,
With the last advent we unite —
The shame, the glory, by this rite,
Until he come.
5 Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word,
The Lord shall come.
6 Oh, blessdd hope 1 with this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait,
tJntil he come 1
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'**A ^' His banner." R. pari
Jesus spreads his banner o'er us,
Cheers our famished souls with food;
He the banquet spreads before us,
Of his mystic flesh and blood.
i'l" "In retnembrance." E. Denny.
"While in sweet communion feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Saviour, may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine.
2 Though unseen, now be thou near us,
With the still small voice of love;
Whispering words of peace to cheer us — May we taste it, kindly given
Every doubt and fear remove. In remembrance, Lord, of thee I
3 Bring before us all the story, 3 In thy trial and rejection ;
Of thy life, and death of woe; In thy sufferings on the tree;
And, with hopes of endless glory, In thy glorious resurrection ;
Wean our hearts from all below. May we. Lord, remember thee I
2 Precious banquet; bread of heaven;
Wine of gladness, flowing free;
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1. Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea ; Day by day his sweet roice soundetb, Sayinj, Christian, Wow me !
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2 Jesus calls us — from the worship
Of the vain world's golden store;
From each idol that would keep us, —
Saying, Christian, love me more 1
3 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, —
Christian, love me more than these 1
4 Jesus calls us ! by thy mercies.
Saviour, may we hear thy call;
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all !
Aid ^'' Take my heart." A
Take my heart, 0 Father 1 take it;
Make and keep it all thine own;
Let thy Spirit melt and break it —
This proud heart of sin and stone.
2 Father, make me pure and lowly,
Fond of peace and far from strife;
Turning from the paths unholy
Of this vain and sinful life.
3 Ever let thy grace surround me,
Strengthen me with power divine,
Till thy cords of love have bound me:
Make me to be wholly thine.
4 May the blood of Jesus heal me,
And my sins be all forgiven;
Iloly Spirit, take and seal me.
Guide me in the path to heaven.
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
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Life, and health, and peace possessing,
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2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie.
While we see divine compassion,
Beaming in his gracious eye.
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4 For thy sorrows we adore thee.
For the pains that wrought our peace,
Gracious Saviour ! we implore thee
In our souls thy love increase.
5 Here we feel our sins forgiven,
While upon the Lamb we gaze;
And our thoughts are all of heaven,
And our lips o'erflow with praise.
6 Still in ceaseless contemplation,
Fix our hearts and eyes on thee,
Till we taste thy full salvation.
And, unvailed, thy glories see.
SICILIAN MELODY.
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From the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread,
May our souls refreshment finding.
Grow in all things like our Head 1
J. ROWE.
Him our Lord and Master calling,
His commands may we revere.
3 Love to God and man displaying,
Walking steadfast in his way,
Joy attend us in believing,
Peace from God, through endless day,
4 Praise and honor to the Father,
Praise and honor to the Son,
Praise and honor to the Spirit,
Ever Three and ever One,
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Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wouuded side that flowed,
Be of sin the perfect cure ;
Save me, Lord 1 and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone.
Thou must save and thou alone:
In my hand no price 1 bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne.
Rock of ages, cleft for me !
Let me hide myself in thee.
^t I " Manifest thyself." R. ma>
Son of God ! to thee I cry:
By the holy mystery
Of thy dwelling here on earth,
. By thy pure and Jioly birth.
Lord, thy presence let mo see,
Manifest thyself to me.
2 Lamb of God I to thee I cry:
By thy bitter agony.
By thy pangs to us unknown.
By thy spirit's parting groan.
Lord, thy presence let me see,
Manifest thyself to me.
3 Prince of Life ! to thee I cry:
By thy glorious majesty,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save.
Lord, thy presence let me see,
Manifest thyself to me.
4 Lord of glory, God most high,
Man exalted to the sky !
With thy love my bosom fill,
Prompt me to perform thy will;
Then thy glory I shall see.
Thou wilt bring me home to thee.
niCKERSTKTH
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"Till He come:" oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the little while between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that — "Till he come."
2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life joy overcast?
Hush, be every nuirmur dumb;
It is only — "Till he come."
3 See, the feast of love is spread.
Drink the wine, and break the bread;
Sweet memorials, — till the Lord
Call us round his heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only — "Till he come."
CHURCH:~MISSIONS AND GROWTH.
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R. HEBER.
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 call 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, oh, salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain.
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign !
B. GOUGH.
40" The day of Jubilee.
How BEAUTEOUS ou the mountains,
The feet of him that brings.
Like streams from living fountains,
Good tidings of good things;
That publisheth salvation.
And jubilee release,
To every tribe and nation,
God's reign of joy and peace !
2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman I
And shout, from Zion's towers,
Thy hallelujah chorus, —
"The victory is ours!"
The Lord. shall build up Zion
In glory and renown.
And Jesus, Judah's Uon,
Shall wear his rightful crown.
3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;
O waste Jerusalem !
Let songs, instead of sadness.
Thy jubilee proclaim ;
The Lord, in strength victorious,
Upon thy foes hath trod;
Behold, 0 earth ! the glorious
Salvation of our God !
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1. Hail to the Lord's anointed, Great David's greater Son ! Hail, in the time ap- pointed,
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Hail to the Lord's anointed,
Great David's greater Son I
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun !
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succor speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to hght,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, and joy, like flowers.
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace the herald go.
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
4 Arabia's desert-ranger
To him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger
■ His glory come to see:
With offerings of devotion,
Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at his feet.
5 Kings shall fall down before him,
And gold and incense bring:
All nations shall adore him;
His praise all people sing;
For he shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore.
Far as the eagle's pinion
Or dove's light wing can soar.
6 For him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
The heavenly dew shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit sliall spread and flourish.
And shake like Lebanon.
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He on his throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blessed.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;
His great, best name of Love!
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The morning light is breaking;
Tlie darkness disappears!
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears;
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above:
While sinners, now confessing.
The gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing —
A nation in a day.
3 Blest river of salvation 1
Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home:
Stay not till all the holy
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Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain !
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and
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Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.
2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad
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Long by the prophets of Israel foretold;
Hail to the millions from Iwndage returning;
Gentile and Jew the blest vision behold.
3 Lol in the desert rich flowers are springing,
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are
ringing,
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in
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4 See, from all lands — from the isles of the
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Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commo-
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Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
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Saviour, visit thy plautation !
Grant us. Lord, a gracious rain:
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.
2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and die.
3 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished;
Every part looked gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourished:
Happy seasons we have seen.
4 But a drought has since succeeded.
And a sad decline we see:
Lord, thy help is greatly needed:
Help can only come from thee.
5 Let our mutual love })e fervent:
Make us prevalent in prayer;
Let each one esteemed thy servant
Shun the world's bewitching snare.
6 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh.
And Itegiu from this good hour
To revive thy work afresh.
TtJtf u Wi,stward." ANON.
Hark I the sound of angel-voices,
Over Bethlehem's star-lit plain;
Hark ! the heavenly host rejoices,
Jesus comes on earth to reitju.
2 See celestial radiance beaming,
Lighting up tlie midnight sky;
'Tis the promised day-star gleaming,
'T is the day-spring from on high.
3 Westward, all along the ages,
Trace its pathway clear and bright;
Star of hope to Eastern sages,
Radiant now with gospel light.
4 Angels from the realms of glory.
Peace on earth delight to sing;
Christian, tell the wondrous story,
Go proclaim the Saviour King 1
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Where the woodman's axe is ringing,
Where the hunter roams alone.
Where the prairie-flowers are springing,
Make the great Redeemer known.
2 While, from California's mountains,
Pure and sweet the anthem swells;
Oregon's dark wilds and fountains
Hail the sound of Sabbath-bells.
3 Like an armdd host with banners,
Terrible in war array,
Zion comes witli glad hosannas,
To prepare her Monarch's way.
4 Unto him all power is given,
All the world liis sway shall own,
And on earth, as now in heaven,
Shall his will be done alone.
MISSIONS AND GROWTH.
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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 shall loose thy bands.
Sun of Righteousness. w. wiluams.
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O'er the gloomy hills of darkness,
Cheered by no celestial ray.
Sun of righteousness ! arising,
Bring the bright, the glorious day;
Send the gospel
To the earth's remotest bound.
2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, —
Have 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 dehverance
Zion's King Avill surely send.
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Grant them, Lord ! the glorious light:
And, from eastern coast to western.
May the morning chase the night;
And redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day.
3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel 1
"\yin and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominions
Multiply and still increase;
iSway thy sceptre.
Saviour 1 all the world around.
LOWELL MASON.
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God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid,
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsions shake the solid world —
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar —
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore.
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through.
And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, thy holy word.
Our grief allays, our fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford.
And give new strength to fainting souls.
WARD. L. M,
6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move.
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
^"^ Psalm -ji. I. WATTS.
Great God ! whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey;
Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace, on fainting souls, distills
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.
3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
4 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dressed in tiie robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
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Triumphant Zion, lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and the dead;
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy various charms he known:
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade.
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruins shall repair;
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.
^"^ Ancient Israel. j. joyce.
Why on the bending willows hung,
4 Nor fear tliy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumphs share:
A heavenly city claims thy song;
A brighter Salem rises there.
5 By foreign streams no longer roam;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood:
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.
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Look ffom thy sphere of endless day,
0 God of mercy and of might 1
In pity look on those who stray,
Benighted in this land of light.
2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea.
How many of the sons of men
Hear not the message sent from thee 1
3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call
Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string?— The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing ?
2 Awake 1 thy sweetest raptures raise ;
Let harp and voice unite their strains:
Thy promised King his sceptre sways:
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns !
3 No taunting foes the song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain ;
But friends provoke the silent lyre.
And brethren ask the holy strain.
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Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.
4 Send them thy mighty word to speak.
Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart.
To awe the bold, to stay the weak,
And bind and heal the broken heart.
5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,
That makes us sadden as we gaze.
Shall grow with living waters green,
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.
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LUTHEE. S, M,
THOS. HASTINGS.
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0 THOU whom we adore !
To bless our earth again,
Assume thine own almighty power,
And o'er the nations reign.
2 The world's Desire and Hope,
All power to thee is given;
Now set the last great empire up,
Eternal Lord of heaven !
3 A gracious Saviour, thou
Wilt all thy creatures bless;
And every knee to thee shall bow,
And every tongue confess.
4 According to thy word.
Now be thy grace revealed;
And with the knowledge of the Lord,
Let all the earth be filled.
DOVER. S. M.
'a"'-' "Thy kingdom come!" H. B. JOHNS.
Come, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love !
Shed peace and hope and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.
2 Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst,
That never pains again.
3 Come, kingdom of our God !
And make the broad earth thine;
Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
4 Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life's glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.
FROM AARON WILLIAMS.
1. Come, kingdom of onr God, SweetreignoflighlandloTo! Shed peace, andhope.andjoy abroad, And vrisdomfrom a - bore.
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Come, Lord, and tarry not I
Bring the long-looked-for day;
Oh, why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay ?
2 Come, for thy saints still wait;
Daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come I
Dost thou not hear the cry?
3 Come, for creation groans.
Impatient of thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.
4 Come, and make all things new,
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded paradise, —
Creation's second birth.
5 Come, and begin thy reign
Of everlasting peace ;
Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
Great King of Righteousness I
Veclenston. — g. w. bsthune.
Oh, for the happy hour
When God will hear our cry.
And send, with a reviving power,
His Spirit from on high.
2 We meet, we sing, we pray.
We listen to the word,
In vain; — we see no cheering ray.
No cheering voice is heard.
3 While many crowd thy house.
How few, around thy board.
Meet to recount their solemn vows,
And bless thee as their Lord 1
4 Thou, thou alone canst give
Thy gospel sure success ;
Canst bid the dying sinner live
Anew in holiness.
5 Come, then, with power divine,
Spirit of life and love !
Then shall this people all be thine,
This church like that above.
^"'-^ "Revive thy luork." p. H. BROWN, alt.
0 Lord, thy work revive,
In Zion's gloomy hour.
And make her dying graces live
By thy restoring power.
2 Awake thy chosen few
To fervent earnest prayer;
Again may they their vows renew.
Thy blessed presence share.
3 Thj Spirit then will speak
Through lips of feeble clay,
And hearts of adamant will break,
And rebels will obey.
4 Lord, lend thy gracious ear;
Oh, listen to our cry;
Oh, come and bring salvation here:
Our hopes on thee rely.
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MISSIONS AND GROWTH.
GEOSTETTE. L, M.
H. W. GREATOREX.
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That all the earth is now the Lord's I
2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be 2 Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall,
Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
And, over land and stream and main, Thy words with pleasure we recall.
Wave thou the sceptre of thy reign 1 And deem that our redemption's nigh.
MRS. VOKE.
^ * A Christ's cotni'fig. w. H. bathurst.
Jesus ! thy church, with longing eyes,
For thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise.
And glory beam from Ziou's gates ?
3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell.
Let host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns !
^ i\9 Missionary Convocation, w. B. collver.
Assembled at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King, we stand;
The voice that marshaled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.
2 We meet, through distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line, to either pole.
The thunder of thy praise to roll.
3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise,
Our hopes revive, our courage raise;
Our counsels aid, to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.
4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come.
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound.
To spread the spacious earth around.
3 Oh, come and reign o'er every land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled;
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,
To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us, by thy grace, to share
The triumphs of thy conquering power.
T ^ /W ^'Ascend thy throne." B. beudome.
Ascend thy throne, almighty King,
And spread thy glories all abroad ;
Let thine own arm salvation bring.
And be thou known the gracious God.
2 Let millions bow before thy seat,
Let lumible mourners seek thy face,
Bring daring rebels to thy feet,
Suljdued by thy victorious grace
3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord 1
Let saints and angels praise thy name.
Be thou through heaven and earth adored.
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1. Jesus shall reign where'er the sun His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Does his successirejourneys run ; Till moons shall wax and wane no moro.
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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from sliore to shore,
Till moous shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning-sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love, with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen 1
Tl'X Conversion 0/ the World. MRS. voke.
Sovereign of worlds 1 display thy power;
Be this thy Zion's favored hour;
Bid the bright morning Star arise,
And point the nations to the skies.
2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, —
On Afric's shore, on India's plains,
On wilds and continents unknown, —
And make the nations all thine own.
3 Speak ! and the world shall hear thy voice ;
Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice;
Scatter the gloom of heathen night.
And bid all nations hail the light.
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0 Sun of righteousness, arise.
With gentle beams on Zion shine;
Dispel the darkness from our eyes,
And souls awake to life divine.
2 On all around, let grace descend.
Like heavenly dew, or copious showers:
That we may call our God our friend;
That we may hail salvation ours.
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1 WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Thou art gone to the grave 1 but vfe will
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er not deplore thee,
the way Though sorrows and darkness encompass
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here the tomb ;
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for The Saviour hath passed through its portals
its cheer. before thee,
2 Iwouldnotlivealway,thusfetteredbysin-And the lamp of his love is thy guide
Temptation without and corruption within: through the gloom.
Ev'n the rapture of pardon is mingled with 2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no
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To hail him in triumph descending the skies. mansion forsaking,
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Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the on thy walung,
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And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? seraphim's song.
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 4 Thou art gone to the grave I but we
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Their Saviour and brethren transported to Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian,
greet; and guide:
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly He gave thee, he took thee, and he will re-
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And the smile of the Lord is the feast of And death has no sting, since the Saviour
the soul. Jiath died.
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Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared a - bove
TC I O T/ie better portion. R. seagrave.
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Toward heaven, thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay ;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run.
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
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Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below.
And earth exchanged for heaven.
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Tit/ "Our earthly house." j. burton.
Time is wingmg us away
To our eternal home:
Life is but a winter's day —
A journey to the tomlo ;
Youth and vigor soon will flee.
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be
Enclosed in death's cold arms.
2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day —
A journey to the tomb ;
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty, soon, above.
Far beyond the world's annoy,
Secure in Jesus' love.
LOWELL MASON.
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\Life is but a winter's day— A journey to the tomb; J Youth and vig-or soon will flee.
Blooming beauty lose its charms; All that's mortal soon shall be Enclosed in death's cold arms.
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THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH.
ZEPHYR, L. M.
W. B DRADBURY.
1. Why should we start, and fear to die ? What timorous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joj, And yet we dread to cater there.
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Why should we start, and fear to die ?
What timorous worms we mortals are I
Death is the gate of endless joy,
Aud yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife
Fright our approaching souls away ;
We still shrink back again to life.
Fond of our prison aud our clay.
ST. EDMUND'S. L. M.
3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet.
My soul shouUl stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there I
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How BLEST the righteous when he dies, —
When sinks a weary soul to rest !
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast 1 When earth and time shall be no more.
2 So fades a summer-cloud away; 3 Death, like an overflowing stream,
4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say, —
"How blest the righteous when he dies 1"
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Through every age, eternal God I
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode;
High was thy throne, ere heaven was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure,
So sinks the gale when storms arc o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day ;
So dies a wave along the shore.
3 A holy quiet reigns around, —
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down, and withered in an hour.
4 Teach us, 0 Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
And naught disturbs that peace profound. Till thine own grace, so rich, so free.
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. Fit us to die and dwell with thee.
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH.
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W. B. BRADBURY.
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From which none ever wake to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.
2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet !
With holy confidence to sing
. That death hath lost its veuomed sting !
PEDERAL STREET. L. M,
3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest !
Whose waking is supremely blest;
"No fear — no woe, shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be:
Securely shall my ashes lie,
And wait the summons from on high.
H. K. OLIVER.
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So FADES the lovely, blooming flower, —
Frail smiling solace of an hour !
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
2 Is there no kind, no lenient art.
To heal the anguish of the heart ?
Spirit of grace ! be ever nigh,
Thy comforts are not made to die.
3 Thy powerful aid supports the soul,
And nature owns thy kind control;
While we peruse the sacred page.
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage.
4 Then gentle patience smiles on pain,
And dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.
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OLMTJTZ. S. M.
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Life from the dead is in that word;
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2 Here, in the body pent,
Absent from thee I roam:
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
3 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul 1 how near.
At times, to faith's aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear !
4 "For ever with the Lord !"
Father, if 'tis thy will,
The promise of thy gracious word
Ev'n here to me fulfill.
5 So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain.
By death 1 shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.
6 Knowing as I am known.
How shall I love that word.
And oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord I"
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Oh, for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord !
Oh, be like theirs my last repose.
Like theirs my last reward 1
2 Their bodies in the ground,
In silent hope may lie.
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound
Shall call them to the sky.
3 Their ransomed spirits soar
On wings of faith and love,
To meet the Saviour they adore.
And reign with him above.
4 With us their names shall live
Through long succeeding years.
Embalmed with all our hearts can give.
Our praises and our tears.
"lO I "I will wait." H. BONAR.
A FEW more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come;
And we shall be with those that rest,
Asleep within the tomb; —
2 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more: —
3 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears.
And we shall weep no more.
4 Then, 0 my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away !
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Than e'er I've been before.
2 Nearer my Father's house,
Where many mansions be;
Nearer to-day the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.
3 Nearer the bound of Ufe,
Where burdens are laid down;
Nearer to leave the heavy cross;
Nearer to gain the crown.
4 But, lying dark between.
Winding down through the night.
There rolls the deep and unknown stream
That leads at last to light.
5 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet
Are slipping on the brink.
And I, to-day, am nearer home, —
Nearer than now I think.
6 Father, perfect my trust 1
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Upon the shore of death.
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W. TANSUR.
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Oh, for an overcoming faith,
To cheer my dying hours ;
To triumph o'er approaching death,
And all his frightful powers 1
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quivering lip should sing, —
"Where is thy boasted victory, grave;
And where, 0 death, thy sting?"
3 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid; —
Who makes us conquerors, while we die,
Through Christ, our living Head !
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Through sorrow's night, and danger's path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, followers of our suffering Lord,
Are marching to the tomb.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more.
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains, in solitude.
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat.
Unheeded o'er our silent dust
The storms of earth shall beat.
4 Yet not thus buried or extinct,
The vital spark shall lie:
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.
5 These ashes, too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep.
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreai'y sleep.
6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent voice awake
With shouts of endless praise.
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When downward to the darksome tomb
1 thoughtful turn my eyes.
Frail nature trembles at the gloom,
And anxious fears arise.
2 Why shrinks my soul ? — in death's embrace
Once Jesus captive slept:
And angels, hovering o'er the place,
His lowly pillow kept.
3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust,
And, as the Saviour rose.
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end my deep repose.
4 My Lord, before to glory gone,
Shall bid me come away;
And calm and bright shall break the dawn
Of heaven's eternal day,
5 Then let my faith each fear dispel.
And gild with light the grave;
To him my loftiest praises swell.
Who died, from death to save.
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH.
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Why do we mourn departiiiii:: friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
2 Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move ?
Kor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
3 "Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb ?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay.
And scattered all the gloom.
4 The graves of all the saints he blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But Avith the dying Head?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high.
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly
At the great rising-day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake! ye nations under ground;
Ye saints! ascend the skies.
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LOWELL MASON.
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How TAix is all beneath the skies 1
How transient every earthly bliss !
IIow slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this !
•12 The evening-cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true, —
The glory of a passing hour.
3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die.
And all beneath the skies is vain,
'There is a land whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
4 Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares and chase our fears:
If God be ours, we 're traveling home.
Though passing through a vale of tears.
MEEIBAH. 0. P. M.
I. WATTS.
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What sinners value I resign;
Lord ! 'tis enough that thou art mine;
1 shall behold thy blissful face.
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream — an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake, and find me there?
3 Oh, glorious hour ! oh, blest abode 1
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise !
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To the Rock that is higher than I. :li Or climbing the mountain way steep,
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When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But, can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
3 0 Lord, prevent it by thy grace ;
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing.
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereicrn grace.
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AUGUSTUS. CM.
WM. F. SHERWIN.
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That awful day will surely come,
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all ray joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart !
How could I bear to hear tliy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"
3 Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon thy breast:
HOWARD. C. M
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Without one gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.
4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands !
Show me some promise in thy book,
AVhere my salvation stands.
5 Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.
S. HOWARD.
'*'''-^ The Test. ]■ addison.
When, rising from tiie bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
1 sec my Maker face to face.
Oh, how shall I appear ?
2 If yet while pardon may be found
And mercy may be sought.
My heart with inward horror shrinks.
And trembles at the thought; —
2 Whenthon, 0 Tjord ! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe.
And sit in judgment on my soul,
Oh, how shall I appear?
THE GENERAL JUDGMENT.
JTTD&MENT HYMN, P, M.
JOSEPH KLUG'S GESANGBUCH.
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Great God, what do I see and hear 1
The end of things created I
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contained before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
2 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, filled with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne.
All unprepared to meet him.
4 Great God 1 what do I see and hear 1
The end of things created !
The Judge of man I see appear.
On clouds of 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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When my last hour is close at hand,
My last sad journey taken,
Do thou, Lord Jesus ! by me stand;
Let me not be forsaken:
0 Lord ! my spirit I resign
Into thy loving hands divine;
'Tis safe within thy keeping,
2 Countless as sands upon the shore,
My sins may then appall me;
Yet, though my conscience vex me sore,
Despair shall not enthrall me;
For as I draw my latest breath,
1 '11 think, Lord Christ ! upon thy death,
And there find consolation.
3 I shall not in the grave remain.
Since thou death's bonds hast severed:
By hope with thee to rise again,
From fear of death delivered,
I'll come to thee, where'er thou art, —
Live with thee, from thee never part;
Therefore I die in rapture.
4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go,
My longing arms extending;
So fall asleep, in slumber deep,
Slumber that knows no ending;
Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Opens the gates of bliss, leads on
To heaven, to life eternal.
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VIGIL. S. M.
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1 HAVE a home a])ove,
From sin and sorrow free;
A mansion which eternal love
Designed and formed for me.
2 My Father's gracious hand
Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was planned —
My dwelling-place with God.
HAVEEHILL. S. M.
3 My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my title sure;
He passed thro' death's dark raging flood
To make my rest secure.
4 The Comforter has come,
The earnest has been given;
He leads me onward to the home
Reserved for me in heaven.
LOWELL MASON.
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And is there, Lord, a rest
For weary souls designed,
Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance lind?
2 Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live, and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat?
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Whose joyful feet shall stand.
While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious laud 1
4 My soul would thither tend,
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious God, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven !
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There is a land of pure delight,
Where sahits immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides.
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly laud from ours.
2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
Aud fear to launch away.
3 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes: —
Could we but climb where Moses stood.
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
"""1 '■'■Holdfast." C.F.ALEXANDER,
The roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away !
Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven !
Oh, for the golden floor !
Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth nevermore I
2 The highest hopes we cherish here,
How soon they tire and faint I
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint I
Oh, for a heart that never sins I
Oh, for a soul washed white I
Oh, for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night 1
3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace.
Beyond our best desire.
Oh, by thy love and anguish, Lord,
And by tiiy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from thy grace.
Nor fail to reach our crown 1
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O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,
AVhen shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 0 happy harbor of God's saints 1
O sweet and pleasant soil I
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun,
For God himself gives light.
4 Thy walls are made of precious stone.
Thy bulwarks diamond-square.
Thy gates are all of orient pearl —
O God ! if I were there !
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Oh, for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe ! —
2 That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod.
But, in the hour of grief or pain.
Will lean upon its God; —
3 A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness, feels no doubt; —
4 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate'er may come.
We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
GEO. F. ROOT.
1. My days are swiftly gliding by, And I, a pilgrim stranger. Would not detain them as they fly,
D. 6. — just before, the Shining Shore
Those hours of tofl and danger. For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friendsarepassingover; And
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Ncame ever dear to me !
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, in thee !
Oh, "when, thou city of ray Grod,
Shall 1 thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end ?
2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats ! thro' rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe I
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there.
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem ! my happy home 1
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
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My days are gliding swiftly by.
And I, a pilgrim stranger.
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.
For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand.
Our friends are passing over;
And just before, the Shining Shore
We may almost discover 1
3 We 'II gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be borniug. — Ref.
3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest naught can molest.
Where golden harps are ringing. — Ref.
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow.
Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says, Come, and there's our home
For ever, oh, for ever I
For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And just before, the Shining Shore
We may almost discover 1
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There is an hour of liallowed peace,
For those with cares oppressed,
When sighs and sorrowing sliall cease.
And all be hushed to rest : —
2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts, Avhich here annoy;
Then they, who oft have sown m tears,
Shall reap again in joy.
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3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Wliere .storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows,
On that celestial shore.
4 There, purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;
There, they, who oft have sown in tears,
Shall reap agaui in joy.
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Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds, beyond the sky.
Which sorrow ne'er invades! —
2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes
Or reason's feeble ray.
In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.
3 Lord ! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Oh, tlum, on faith's sublimcst wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring
Immortal in the skies.
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To mouruing wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast:
'Tis found above — in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven, —
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls.
And all is drear — but heaven.
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3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene — in heaven
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given ;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven !
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Christ is coming 1 let creation
Bid her groans and travail cease:
Let the glorious proclamation
Hope restore and faith increase;
Christ is coming 1
Come, thou blessed Prince of peace 1
2 Earth can now but teU the story
Of thy bitter cross and pain;
She shall yet behold thy glory
When thou comest back to reign;
Christ is coming !
Let each heart repeat the strain
3 Long thy exiles have been pining,
Far from rest, and home, and thee:
But, in heavenly vesture shining,
Soon they shall thy glory see;
Christ is coming !
Haste the joyous jubilee.
4 With that "blcssdd hope" before us,
Let no harp remain unstrung;
Let the mighty advent chorus
Onward roll from tongue to tongue;
Christ is coming !
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.
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1. Who are these in bright array, This in-nu-mer-a - ble throng Round the altar, night and day
D. !>. — Wis-dom, riches, to ob-tain,
Hymning one Iriumph-ant song? — "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honor, glo-ry, power,
New do-min-ion ev - ery hour."
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Who are these iu bright array.
This innumerable throng
Round the altar, night and day
Hymning one triumphant song? —
"Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
Kew dommion every hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great afflictions came:
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with his almighty name,
I 'M A PILGRIM. P. M.
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Laml), amid the throne.
Shall to living fountains lead :
Joy and gladness banish sighs —
Perfect love dispel all fears —
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tears.
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1 can tarry, I can tarry but a night 1
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To where the fountains are ever flowing:
I 'm a pilgrim, etc.
2 There the glory is ever shining 1
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I 'm a pilgrim, etc.
3 There's the city to which I journey;
My Redeemer, my Redeemer, is its light 1
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying j
I'm a pilgrim, etc.
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Now LET our souls, on wiugs sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting vail, and see
The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys.
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Should aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God ?
For strangers into life we come.
And dying is but going home.
4 To dwell with God — to feel his love.
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.
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Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day I
Beyond earth's weariness and pains,
Thou hast a mansion far away,
Where for thine own a rest remains.
2 No sun there climbs the morning sky,
There never falls the wshade of night;
God and the Lamb, for ever nigh.
O'er all shed everlasting light.
3 The bow of mercy spans the throne,
Emblem of love and goodness there;
While notes to mortals all unknown.
Float on the calm celestial ah".
4 Around that throne bright legions stand,
Redeemed by blood from sin and hell;
And shining forms, an angel band.
The mighty chorus join to swell.
5 0 Jesus, bring us to that rest,
Where all the ransomed shall be found,
In thine eternal fullness blest,
While ages roll their cycles round 1
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Thy Father's house ! thine own bright home I
And thou hast there a place for me !
Though yet an exile here I roam.
That distant home by faith I see.
2 I see its domes resplendent glow.
Where beams of God's own glory fall;
And trees of life immortal grow,
Whose fruits o'erhang the sapphire wall,
3 I know that thou, who on the tree
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee.
And waitest to receive me there 1
4 Thy love will there array my soul
In thine own robe of spotless hue;
And I shall gaze, while ages roll.
On thee, with raptures ever new 1
5 Oh, welcome day ! when thou my feet
Shalt bring the shining threshold o'er;
A Father's warm embrace to meet.
And dwell at home for evermore !
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Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake I
Why sleep for sorrow now ?
The hope of glory, Christ, is thine,
A child of glory thou.
Thy spirit, through the lonely night,
From earthly joy apart.
Hath sighed for one that's far away, —
The Bridegroom of thy heart.
2 But see ! the night is waning fast,
The breaking morn is near;
And Jesus comes, with voice of love,
Thy drooping heart to cheer.
Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own.
His crown, his joy divine;
And, sweeter far than all beside,
He, he himself is thine I
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Soox will the heavenly Bridegroom come;
Ye wedding-guests, draw near.
And slumber not in sin, when he,
The Son of God, is here 1
Come, let us haste to meet our Lord,
And hail him with delight;
Who saved hs l)y his precious blood,
And sorrows iutiuite I
2 Beside him all the patriarchs old,
And holy prophets stand;
The glorious apostolic choir.
And noble martyr baud.
As brethren dear they welcome us,
And lead us to the throne.
Where angels bow their vailed heads,
Before the Three in One; —
3 Where we, with all the saints of God,
A white-robed multitude.
Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns
To bear our flesh and blood !
Our lot shall be for aye to share
His reign of peace above:
And drink, with unexhausted joy,
The river of his love.
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Hopb; of our hearts, O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious Star of day !
Shine forth, and cliase the dreary night,
With all our tears, away.
No resting-place we seek on earth,
No lovehuess we see;
Our eye is on the royal crown,
Prepared for us — and thee I
2 But, dearest Lord, however bright,
That crown of joy above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in thy love?
What to the joy, the deeper joy,
Unmingled, pure, and free,
Of union with our living Head,
Of fellowship with thee?
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Lo 1 WHAT a glorious sight appears,
To our believing eyes !
The earth aiid seas are passed away.
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven where God resides-
That holy, happy place, —
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned, with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing, —
"Mortals 1 behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King: —
4 "The God of glory, down to men,
Removes his blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he their loving God:--
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;
And pams, and groans, and griefs, and fears.
And death itself shall die I "
6 How long, dear Saviour ! oh, how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time 1
And bring the welcome day.
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Behold, the mountain of the Lord
Li latter davs shall rise
On mountain tops, above the hills.
And draw the wondering eyes.
2 The beam that shines from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land:
The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.
3 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar the peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
"'^^ "Come, blessed Lord?" E. denny.
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart !
Star of the coming day !
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.
2 Come, blessed Lord I let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name ,
And own thee as their King.
3 Jesus ! thy fair creation groans, —
The air, the earth, the sea, —
In unison with all our hearts.
And calls aloud for thee.
4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine.
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1. We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone ; We shall meet around his throne,
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We are on our journey home,
Where Christ our Lord is gone;
We shall meet around his throne,
When he makes his people one,
In the new Jerusalem.
2 We can see that distant home,
Though clouds rise dark between ;
Faith views the radiant dome.
And a lustre flashes keen
From the new Jerusalem.
EUTHERPORD, P, M.
In the new Je-ru -sa-lem.
3 Oh, holy, heavenly home 1
Oh, rest eternal there 1
When shall the exiles come,
Where they cease from earthly care,
In the new Jerusalem 1
4 Our hearts are breaking now
Those mansions fair to see;
O Lord, thy heavens bow,
And raise us up with thee,
To the new Jerusalem.
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Life has many a pleasant hour,
Many a bright and cloudless day;
Singing bird and smiling flower,
Scatter sunbeams on our way;
But the sweetest blossoms grow
In the land to which we go.
2 Earth has many a cool retreat,
Many a spot to memory dear;
Oft we find our weary feet
Lingering by some fountain clear;
Yet the purest waters flow
In the land to which we go.
3 Like a cloud that floats away,
Lilie the early morning dew,
Here the fairest things decay;
There, are pleasures ever new.
Ouly joy the heart will know
In the land to which we go.
4 'Tis the Christian's promised land;
There is everlasting day;
There a Saviour's loving hand
Wipes the mourner's tears away;
Oh ! the rapture we shall kuow
In the laud to which we go.
p. M. ImmanueV s Land.
A. R. COUSIN.
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The sands of time arc sinking,
Tlie dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn Pve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love;
The streams of earth I 've tasted,
More deep I '11 drink above.
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand.
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
3 The bride eyes not her garment.
But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of Grace —
Not at the crown he gifteth,
But on his piercdd hand; —
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's laud.
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2 In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath passed away.
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along, —
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again !
" The sea of glass." c. Wordsworth.
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Hark ! the sound of holy voices,
Chanting at the crystal sea,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Lord, to thee 1
2 Multitudes, which none can number.
Like the stars in glory stand,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of victory in their hands.
3 They have come from tribulation.
And have washed their robes in blood,
Washed them in the blood of Jesus;
Tried they were and lirm they stood.
4 Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented,
Sawn asunder, slain with sword.
They have conquered death and Satan
By the might of Christ the Lord.
5 Love and peace they taste for ever,
And all truth and knowledge see
In the Beatific Vision
Of the blessdd Trinity.
S. BARING-GOULD.
^''^'^ The City,
Daily, daily sing the praises
Of the City God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation-stones are laid.
2 In the midst of that dear City
Christ is reigning on his seat.
And the angels swing their censers
In a ring about his feet.
3 From the throne a river issues.
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the City
Like a sudden beam of light.
4 There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is lad(!ii with the song
Of tlie soraplis, and the ciders,
And the great redeemed throng.
5 Oh, I would my cars were o))en
Here to catch that happy strain!
Oh, r would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain 1
HEAVEN.
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On Jordan's rugged banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions Ue.
2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green.
And rivers of delight I
3 O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Son, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death.
Are felt and feared no more.
5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest ?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest ?
6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I 'd launch away.
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Behold the glories of the Lamb,
Amid his Father's throne;
Prepare new honors for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around.
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid!
Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on thy head!
4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free ;
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
trUr^ "A builcihigo/God'' l. WATTS.
There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high:
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, 0 my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.
3 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith hves upon his word;
But while the body is our home.
We 're absent from the Lord.
4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see ;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present. Lord, with thee.
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"A City.'
J. M. NEALE, tr.
Jerusalem, the glorious !
The glory of the elect, —
0 dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect 1
Ev'u now by faith I see thee,
Ev'n here thy walls discern;
To thee ray thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn.l
2 The Cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified, thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise; —
Jerusalem ! exulting
On that securest shore,
1 hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore I
3 O sweet and blessed Country 1
Shall I e'er see thy face ?
O sweet and blessed Country !
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
Exult, 0 dust and ashes I
The Lord shall be thy part;
Ills only, his for ever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art 1
O'Jt '^ Lamps trimmed." j. bortiiwick, ^r.
Rejoice, rejoice, believers I
And let your lights appear 1
The shades of eve are thickening,
And darker night is near;
The Bridegroom is advancing;
Each hour he draws more nigh;
Up I watch and pray, nor slumber;
At midnight comes the cry.
2 See that your lamps are burning,
Your vessels filled with oil;
Wait calmly your deliverance
From earthly pain and toil.
The watchers on the mountains
Proclaim the Bridegroom near,
Go, meet him, as he cometh,
With hallelujahs clear.
3 The saints, who here in patience
Their cross and sufferings bore.
With him shall reign for ever,
When sorrow is no more:
Around the throne of glory
The Lamb shall they behold.
Adoring cast before him
Their diadems of gold.
4 Our hope and expectation,
0 Jesus, now apjiear I
Arise, thou Sun so looked-for.
O'er this benighted sphere 1
With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of our redemption.
And ever be with thee.
HEAVEN.
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Jerusalem, the golden,
With milk and honey blest !
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
1 know not, oh, I know not.
What social joys are there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.
2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song.
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them.
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David ;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph.
The shout of them that feast:
And they who, with theu- Leader,
Have conquered in the fight
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
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Brief life is here our portion;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life, that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there:
Oh, happy retribution !
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals, and for sinners,
A mansion with the blest !
2 And there is David's fountain,
And life in fullest glow;
And there the light is golden.
And milk and honey flow;
The light, that hath no evening.
The health, that hath no sore.
The life, that hath no ending,
But lasteth evermore.
3 There Jesus shall embrace us,
There Jesus be embraced, —
That spirit's food and sunsh''ne;
Whence earthly love is chased:
Yes ! God my King and Portion,
In fullness of his grace.
We then shall see for ever,
And worship face to face.
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Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home 1
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin:
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home !
2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield:
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, 0 Harvest-Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be I
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home:
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away:
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast:
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.
4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin:
There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home 1
trtwKj The close of the year. ray palmer.
Thou who roll'st the year around,
Crowned with mercies large and free,
Rich thy gifts to us abound,
Warm our praise shall rise to thee.
Kindly to our Avorship bow.
While our grateful thanks we tell,
Tiiat, sustained by thee, we now
Bid the parting year — farewell !
2 All its numbered days are sped,
All its busy scenes are o'er.
All its joys for ever fled,
All its sorrows felt no more.
Mingled with the eternal past.
Its remembrance shall decay;
Yet to be revived at last
At the solemn judgment-day.
3 All our follies. Lord, forgive I
Cleanse us from each guilty stain;
Let thy grace within us live.
That we spend not years in vain.
Then, when life's last eve shall come,
Happy spirits, may we fly
To our everlasting home,
To our Father's house on high !
MISCELLANEOUS.
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While, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Nevermore to meet us here:
Pixed in an eternal state.
They have done with all below;
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 skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive ;
Pardon of our sins renew ;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view:
Bless thy word to young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above!
tf^Xf Independence Day. n. strong.
Swell the anthem, raise the song;
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.
Blessings from his liberal hand
Plow around this happy land:
Kept by him, no foes annoy ;
Peace and freedom we enjoy.
2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway
May we cheerfully obey;
Never feel oppression's rod,
Ever own and worship God.
Hark ! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the gratefiil notes prolong.
Thanksgiving. a. l. barbauid.
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Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days I
Bounteous Source of every joy.
Let thy praise our tongues employ.
For the blessings of the field.
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the fruits in full supply.
Ripened 'neath the summer sky ; —
2 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores;
These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
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DUKE STEEET. L. M.
J. HATTON.
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O God, beneath thy guiding hand.
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea,
And when they trod the wintry strand.
With prayer and psalm they worshiped
thee.
2 Thou heardst, well pleased, the song, the
prayer —
Thy blessing came; and still its power
Shall onward through all ages bear
The memory of tliat holy hour.
3 What change 1 through pathless wilds
no more
The fierce and naked savage roams:
Sweet praise, along the cultured shore.
Breaks from ten thousand happy homes.
4 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God
Came with those exiles o'er the waves.
And where their pilgrim feet have trod.
The God they trusted guards their graves.
5 And here thy name, 0 God of love.
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal liills remove.
And spring adorns the earth no more.
"^d The New Year. p. doddridge.
Great God 1 we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown.
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
4 In scenes exalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt our songs.
And seal in silence mortal tongues.
Our Helper, God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
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^^^ The New Year.
Our Helper, God 1 we bless thy name,
Whose love forever is the same;
Tlie tokens of thy gracious care
Open, and crown, and close the year.
2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand;
And see, when we review our ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm has led me on;
Thus far we make thy mercy known ;
And while Ave tread this desert land.
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore.
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear in thy bright courts above.
Inscriptions of immortal love.
MISCELLANEOUS.
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WM F. SHERWIN.
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As SHADOWS cast by cloud aud sun,
Flit o'er the summer grass,
So, in thy sight. Almighty One,
Earth's generations pass.
And as the years, an endless host,
Come swiftly pressing on,
The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten and are gone.
2 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed
A lustre pure and sweet;
And still it leads, as once it led,
To the Messiah's feet.
O Father, may that holy star
Grow every year more bright.
And send its glorious beams afar
To fill the world with light.
The Seasons.
546
With songs and honors sounding loud
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spread his cloud,
And waters vail the sky.
His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.
2 He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
Aud bids the spring return.
The changing wind, the flying cloud.
Obey his mighty word;
With songs and honors sounding loud
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
547
God's Mercies.
H. F. LYTE.
The mercies of my God and King
My tongue shall still pursue:
Oh, happy they, who, wliile they sing
Those mercies, share them too !
As bright and lasting as the sun.
As lofty as the sky,
From age to age, thy word shall run,
And chance and change defy.
2 The covenant of the King of kings
Shall stand for ever sure;
Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy saints repose secure.
In earth below, in heaven above,
Who, who is Lord like thee?
Oh, spread the gospel of thy love,
Till all thy glories see 1
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Jesus, Saviour, pilot me,
Over life's tempestuous sea;
"Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal;
Chartand compass came from thee:
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
2 As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey thy will
AND CAN IT BE? L, M, 61.
When thou say'st to them "Be stilll"
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.
3 When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
"Pear not, I will pilot thee!"
OLD MELODY.
FINB.
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D. c— A - maz - ing love! how can it be,
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Saviour's blood?
him to death pur- sued?
Lord, shouldst die for me?
A -maz -ing love! how can it be. That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
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And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood ?
Died he for me, who caused his pain ?
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be,
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
2 He left his Father's throne above;
(So free, so infinite his grace!)
Emptied himself of all but love.
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, 0 my God, it found out me!
3 No condemnation now I dread, —
Jesus, with all in him, is mine;
AUvc iu him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne.
And claim the crown, thro' Christ my own.
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Why is thy faith, O child of God, so small?
Why doth thy heart shrink back at duty's
call?
Art thou obeying this — " Abide in me,"
And doth the Master's word abide in thee?
2 Oh, blest assurance from our risen Lord !
Oh, precious comfort breathing from the
Word!
How great the promise ! could there great-
er be ? [thee ! "
"Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done for
3 "Ask what thou wilt," but, oh, remem-
ber thi^, —
We ask and have not, for we ask amiss
When, weak in faith, we only half believe
That what we ask we really shall receive.
4 Increase our faith, and clear our vision,
Lord;
Help us to take thee at thy simple word,
No more with cold distrust to bring thee
grief;
Lord, we believe! help thou our unbelief.
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My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims' pride !
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring !
2 My native country, thee —
Land of the noble, free —
Thy name I love;
S. F. SMITH.
I love thy rocks and rills.
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-
The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God ! to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might.
Great God, our King I
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CUTTING, 6s, 4s
W. F. SHBRWIN.
1. Christ for the world wr sing ; The world to Christ we bring, With lof ing zeal ; The poor.and them that mourn. The faint and orcrborne,
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Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With loving zeal;
The poor, and them that mourn.
The faint and overborne.
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn,
Whom Christ doth heal.
2 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring.
With fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost.
By restless passions tossed,
Redeemed, at countless cost,
From dark despair.
3 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With one accord;
With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.
4 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With joyful song;
The new-born souls, whose days,
Reclaimed from error's ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.
GEEEN PASTUEES, P, M.
WM. F. SHERWIN.
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1. Tell me. whom mysoul doth love.Where thy flock are feeding; Where the pastures which they rore-Thon their footstfips leading?
S. WOLCOTT.
Tell me, whom my soul doth love,
Where thy .flock are feeding;
Where the pastures which they rove —
Thou their footsteps leading?
2 Tell me, sheltered from the heat.
Where at noon they rest them;
Where at night their safe I'etreat —
Fold, where none molest them?
3 Strong is thy protecting arm;
Richly thou providest;
Feeding, resting — kept from harm —
Blest the flock thou guidest.
4 Noon and night be my defence;
Let no foe ensnare me;
Bring me to the Shepherd's tents —
In thy bosom bear me.
INDEX OF TUNES.
It is to bo understood that most of tlie Music iucluded in this Collection is introduced " by per-
mission," either purchased or given. It must, therefore, not be used in any other, without the consent
of the authors or of those wlio hold the copyi-ight of the Tunes.
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A LITTLE WHILE. lis, 108 50
Alexander S. M 118
All theDass P. M 115
All to Christ P. M 92
America 6s, 43 227
Amsterdam 78,6s 195
AudCanit Be....L. M. 6i 226
Antioch C. M 66
Anvem L. M 189
Appleton L.M 188
Arcadia CM 119
Ariel C.P. M 145
Arlington CM 87
Armenia CM 43
Ashwell L. M 99
Assurance lOs 227
Athens CM. D 91
Augustus C.|M 204
Amelia 7s, 6s,D 104
Austria 8s, 78, D 115
Autumn 8s, 7s, D 36
Avon C M 72,107
Azmou C M 20, 176
BALEBMA C
Baiber S.
Barby C
Bartmieus 8s,
Bavaria Ss,
Baylej' 8s,
Beauteous Day... P.
Bedan S.
Belmont C
Benevento 7s,
Bera L.
Bethany. 6s,
Betterland 78,
Beulah 7s,
Blumenthal 7s,
Boylston S.
Brattle St C.
Bread of Life 6s,
Bremen C.
Bridgman C.
Brown C
Bryant C
Byefleld C
"s, D.
78, D.
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M 21
M. D 58
48 8
P. M 127
M 155
M 155
M. D 225
M 27
95
37
200
134
175
4
169
167
6
223
98
108
217
212
CAXA Us 128
Canaan C M. D 214
Carthage 88, 78 76
Caakey 78,6s, D 124
Chapel 78« 2
Chenies 78,6s, D 55
Chester C. M 78
China C. M 201
Christmas CM 120
Church CM 13
Clapton S. M 123
Colchester CM 27
Come, Sinner 78,4s 107
Come, ye Dis lis, IDs 101
Communion C M 72
Cooling C M Ill
Corinth C M 151
Coronation CM 38
Coventry C M.
Cowper C M.
Cutting 6s, 48.
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DALLAS 73
Dalston S. P. M
Dawn S. M
Dedham C M
Dennis S. M 46,
Dependence P. M
Detroit S. M
Dijon 78
Dix 78, 61
Dormance 8s, 78 160,
Dover S. M
Downs C. M
DiUs;e St L. M 15S,
Dunbar S. M
Dundee CM
EISENACH L. M 193
EUzabethtown ...CM 69
EUesdie 8s,7s,D 114
Emmelar 68,5s 50
Essex 7s 114
Evan C M 6, 111
Evening S. M 47
Evening Hy L. M 44
Evening Praise. . P. M 17
Eventide lOs 48
E wing 78, 6s, D 221
Expostulation ...lis 97
Fatherland P. M 126
Federal St L. M 136, 197
Ferguson S. M 157
Flemming 8s, 6s 162
Forest L. M 60
Fountain CM 86
Frederick lis 194
Fulton 78 79
Ganges C P. M 83
Gaylord 8s, 78, D 105
Geer C. M 141
Geneva (1) C. M 59
Geneva(2) 78, «s, D 195
GerUardt 7s, 68, D 74
Germany L. M 70
Glasgow C. M 90
Gloria Patri Irr 64
Glory S. M 15
God's Love 7s, 68, D 64
Gorton S. M 82
Goshen lis 129
Grace 8s, 7s, 4s 100
Grace Church L. M 137
Gratitude L. M 1.52
Green Pastures ..P. M 228
Green's-ille 83, 78,4s 53
Greenwood S. M 135
Grigg C M 69
Grostette L. M 192
Guide 78,6/ 148
Halle
.78, « 149
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Hamburg L. M 71, 178
Hamden 8s, 7s, 4s 187
Happy Day L. M 178
Hark P. M 67
Harwell 88, 7s, D 75
Haslam L. M 71
Haven CM 56
HaverhUl S. M 206
Haydn S. M 80
Heavenly Fold...C. M. D 177
Heber C M 143
Hebron L. M 45
Hendon 7s 2
Henley lis, 108 7
Hermon C M 110
Herold 78 25
Holley 78 49
Holy Cross C M 143
Horton 78 23, 102
Houghton 10s, Us 132
Howard C M 204
Hursley L. M 44, 137
I AM Coming p. M 93
I'm a Pilgrim P. M 212
Ingham L. M 98
Inverness S. M 174
lola C M 57
Iowa S. M 85
ItalianHy 6s,4s 8
Jerusalem C M. D 59
Jesus, My All 6s, 4s 3
Jewett 6s, D 158
Jordan C M. D 207
Joyful Sound C M. D 209
Judgment Hy.... P. M 205
KNOX C. M.
56
Laban S. M 122
Langton S. M 29
Laoiiicea P. M 104
Last Beam P. M 51
Laud C M 35
Lead Me On P. M 132
Leighton S. M 9, 166
Lenox H. M 90
Life 88,78, 78 100
Light of the W... P. M 138
Linwood L. M , 30
Lisbon S. M 15
Louvan L. M 61
Love Divine 88, 7s, D 4
Loving Kindness. L. M 88
Lowry L. M 213
Luther S. M 156,190
Luton L. M 173
Lutzen CM 40
Lux Benigna lOs, 4s 161
Lyons 10s, Us 42
Lyte 6s, 43 139
Magill lis 147
Maitland C M 121
Mauoah CM 63, 73
230
INDEX OF SUBJECTS
Marlow C.
Martyn "s,
Masuu 68,
Melcombe h.
Melody C.
Mercy 7s.
MeribaU C.
Messiali 7s,
MidiUeton 8s,
Migdol L.
Miles Lane C.
Milwaakie 88,
Miriam 7s,
Mission Sonsr Ss,
Missionary Ch...L.
Missionary Hy. . .7.s,
More Love (is,
Moiuington S.
Mt. Aiiburu C.
Mt. Blanc P.
Pace.
M 42
D 102,113
4s 109
M 19
M 142
79, 159
P. M... 83, 202
D 10
7s, D 165
M 19
M 38
78 161
6S,D....65,220
7S, D 168
M 116,193
US, D 183
4s 108
M 80
M 150
M 216
NAOMI C. M 151
Nauford P. M 179
Naiimann C. M 210
Kettletou 88,7s, D 179
Northlield C. M 215
Nunda L. M.D 202
Nuremburg 78, 6/ 106
OBERLm L. M 31
Old Hundred L. M 32
Oliphaut 88,78, 48 52
Olivet 68,48 139, 174
Olmutz S. M 118, 198
Oluev S. M 81
Onidb 7s, D 41
Ortonville CM 68
Oveibery L. M 45
Owen S. M 96
PaCKINGTON S. M 16
Palestrina O. M 131
Park Street L. M 117
Patnah 78, 6s, D 74
Paulina lis 146
Pax Dei 108 48
Pearl Street 88,7s 181
Peniel C. M 142
Peterboro' C. M 13
Pilot 78, 61 226
Pleyel's Hy 7s 11
Portuguese Hy..L. M 39
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PortufTiiese Hy..lls 128
Prayer S. M 85
Prince L. M 12
R.^THUUN 8S, 7s 76, 186
Ki'den 68, 4s 109
Refuge 78, 1) 113
Kesent Square... 8s, 78 66
Remsen C. M 172
Renovation S. M 122
Repentance L. M 84
Repose 78, 61 149
Rest .L. M 197
Retreat L. M 30
Return CM 95
Rhine C M 208
Rialto S. M 130
Rock of Ages 7s, 61 182
Rockingham L. M 70
Rogers C M 121
Rolland L. M 18
Komberg C M 163
Rosefleld 78, 6/ 148
Rotlnvell L. M 77
Rutherford P. M 216
SCOTLAND 128 88
Segur 88, 7s, 4s 52
Seymour 78 49
ShawTOUt S. M 82
Shepherd 8s, 7s 180
Slilning Shore P. M 208
Shirland S. M 29
Sicily 8s, 7s 181
Siloam C M 176
SilverSt S. M 37
Simpson C M 87
Solitude 78 17
Solney 88, 7s 171
Southport C M 26, 141
Spanish Hy 7s, 6« 92, 144
St. Agnes C M 201
St. Ann's CM 40
St. Bride S. M 191
St. Edmund's L. M 196
St. George 78, D 222
St. Thomas S. M 14
Starof Beth L. M.D 133
Stalest S. M 16
Stephanos P. M 130
Stephens CM 78
Still Water Us, lOs 144
Pace.
Stock well 88, 78 53, 171
Stoughton 88,78, D 164
Tai'I'AN C M 219
Tell the Story 78, 6s, D 94
Tharaw 78, 61 106
Thatcher S. M 167
TheLord'sI'rayer.Irr 28
TheN inety audN . P. M 89
The Rock that.... P. M 203
Theodora 7s 11
Thy Will Chant 162
Topaz P. M 131
Tnste 8s, 78, D 160
Truro L. M 60
Trusting 78 112
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UXBUIDGE L. M...
VaLENTIA CM 154
Varina C M. D 206
Vesper 88, 7s 218
Victory 88, 78, 4s 211
Vienna 7s 10
VigU S.M 206
Ward L. M 188
Ware L. M 33
Warner L. M 103
Webb 78, 68, D. . .125, 184
Wells L. M 84
Weltou L. M 173
Wesley lis, 10s 185
Westminster 83, 7s 170
Whata Friend. ..8s, 7s, I) 5
Whitefield S.M 81
Why not To-ni't.L. M 99
Wilberforce 78, 61 3
Will(mghl)y C P. M...... 126
Wilson 88, 7s 165
Wim borne L. M 116
Wood S. M 21
Woodland C M 211
Woodstock C M 26
Woodworth L. M 103
Work Song P. M 167
Yarmouth 7s, es, D 125
York O. M 67
ZEPHYR L. M 12,196
Zion 8s, 78,48 187
INDEX OF SUBJECTS.
THE FIGURES REFER TO THE HYMNS.
Abide With mo 127,119,112,
352 550
Accepted Time 237, 224, 244,' 2.38
Activity 403-423, 279-319
A doption 380, 382, 354, 362
Advent of Christ :
At Birth 171-173, 63, 318
To Judgment 496-500
To Kingdom... See Millennium.
Advocate See Christ.
AfflicUons 384-398, 3.'-)3, 246
Aged See Old Age.
Almost Christian 210, 234
Alms 404, 416, 4 19
Angels 412, 277, 172, 139, 131
Ashamed of Jesus 292, 327, 192
Asleep in Jesus 483, 480, 48B, 494
Assurance:
E.vpressed 283, 549, 55, 324
I'rayed for 202, 200, 272
U iged 285, 280, 22, 304
Atonement:
Ncces.sary 200-215, 446, 322
Completed 216-232, 213
Autumn 88, 537, 541
Backsliding 106-274
Bapti.sm See Ordinances.
Bibhi 140-149
Brotherly love 48-50, 10, 31, 433
Calmness Sfil, 363, 350
Calvary I8I, 183, 189, 444
Cares. . .300, 288, 324, 301, 307, 317, 654
Charity 371,418,355
(Cheerfulness 324, r)2, 373, 654
Chihlren 424-432, 148, 131
Childlike Spirit 356, 57, 427, 382
Christ:
Advent at Birth 171173, 63, 318
Advocate 46, 194, 223, 549
Ascension 193, 195, 46,91
( 'haracter of 174-181, 83, 6
Crucifixion 182-189
Divinitv 91,92, 97, 170
Example 174-181, 83, 419
INDEX OF SUBJECTS
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Friend 320,344,324
Humanity 75, 171-181
Immanuel 330, 176, 187
King 1113. 47, 92, Wi
LauUt 44, 188, .i07, 214
Life of 174-181
Love 176, 187, 241,189,6
Mediator 46,207,223
Priest 46, 194, 76, 344
Prophet 344, 177,15,27
Resurrection of 190-196
Saviour 178, 176,92
Shepherd 302, 310, 325, 431
SufiferiUKSof 182-189
Way, Truth, and Lif u 177, 195
Wisdom 196,176,187
Christians:
AlHictious 383-398
Conflicts 257 274
Disciplines 383-398
Duties 403-423
Encouraaeiueuts 275-319
Fellowship 48-50, 10, 31, 433
Graces 354-375
Love for Christ 320-353
Privileges 376-383
Church :
lustitutiona of 399-402
Missions of 449-475
Ordinances of 435-448
Revival of.... 454, 467, 468, 475, 401
Triumph of... 461, 399, 400, 451, 453
Unity of 50, 43:i, 434
tJnitlu!^ with See OnUnatiees.
Work of 403-423
Close of Worship 118-139
Coutideuce 223, 280, 301, 55
Couftict with Sin 257-274
Coufonuity to Christ... 174-181, 338
Conscieuce 243, 207, 186
Consecration:
Of Possessions.... 404, 409, 416, 333
Of Self 182, 443, 151,270,264
Consistency ....372, 269, 305, 258, 374
Cousola tions See Afflictions.
Contentment 367, 324, 356
Conversion See jRegeneratiorii
Conviction See Laiv.
Courase 413, 275.319
Creation 78, 84, 93, 99
Cross :
Bearinfr. . .294, 291, 284, 181, 178, 423
Glorviiiir in ...192, 22, 275, 182, 232
Salvation by.. 232, 207, 182, 176, 184
Crucilixiuu See Christ.
Death 476-495
Decrees 155, 158, 163, 170
Delay 233, 237, 239, 244, 247
Dependence :
On Providence. . . .150, 152, 169, 309
On Grace 322, 207, 226, 256,
205, 214
Depravity 206-215
Despondency See Encouragements.
Devotion See Prayer.
Diligence See Activity.
Doubt See Encouragements.
Doxologies 80-82, 121
Eameatuoss See Activity.
Earnest of the Spirit 24, 6, 204
Election See Decrees.
Encouragements 275-319
Energy iie& Activity.
Eternity 479, 485, 168
Evening 65,112-139
Example :
Of Christ 174-181,338
Of Christians 372, 354, 360
Faith 357, 359, 366, 369, 373, 207
Kail of Man Hkm Lost State.
Father, God our See God.
l-'ellowship See Brotherly Love.
Fidelity 292,372,269
Forl)earance :
Divine 151, 9, a42, 239, 271
Christian 178, 361,372
Forgiveness :
Of Sin See Atonement ana
Repentance.
Of Injuries 178,361, 373
Future Punishment 209, 206, 497
God:
Attributes 150-170
Benevolence... 7, 9, 151, 159, 166, 84
Condescension.. 75, 91, 176, 213, 227
Creator 78, 84, 93, 99
Eternity 168, 90, 482
Faithfulness ..163, 154, 152, 278
282, 317
Father 69, 380, 382, 354, 362
Forbearance.... 151, 9, 242, 239, 271
Glory 85,93, 104, 156
Goodness 7, 9, 151, 159, 160, 84
Grace 41,83, 92, 151, 9, 142, 379
Holiness 89,165,87
Infinity 104,158,90
Justice 84,213,499
Love 6, 9, 159,166, 170
Majesty 89, 78, 85, 91, 97
Mercy 9, 176, 547, 152, 218
Mystery 155, 157, 164, 170
Omnipotence 78, 89, 91, 99
Omnipresence 153, 150, 100,
160, 169
Omniscience 153, IGO, 162, 169
Pitv 75, 91, 176, 213, 227
Providence ...317, 150, 152, 301, 164
Sovereignty 155, 158, 163, 170
Supremacy 89, 78, 85, 91, 97
Trinity 14,86, 158
Truth 154, 163, 309, 317, 278
Unchangeableness 20, 168, 314
UnsearchaUleness 155, 157, 164
Wisdom 196, 176, 187, 158
Gospel See Atonement.
Grace 218, 379, 83, 9, 41 , 142
Graces, Christian 354-375
Gratitude.... 41, 365, 150-152, 362, 396
Grieving the Spirit See Holy
Spirit.
Growth in Grace . . .414, 262, 379, 364
Guidance, Divine 134, 263, 8, 308
Happiness See Clieer fulness.
Harvest 546, 537, 541
Hearing the Word 244, 142, 149
Heart :
Change of 203, 201, 208, 443, 228
Deceitfulness of.. 211, 209, 203, 253
Searching of... 267, 199, 364, 23, 272
Surrender of. .438, 540, 256, 251, 264
Heaven 501.536
Hell See Future Punishment.
Heirship with Christ... 376, 354, 382
Holiness:
Of Christians 364, 338, 382, 446
Of God See Ood.
Holy Scriptures See Bible.
Holy Spirit :
Divine 199, 249, 201, 14
Grieved 198, 236, 239, 249
Striving 205, 199, 233, 238, 249
Witnessing 204, 24, 374, 200
Home Hee Family or Heaven.
Home Missions 466, 463, 408, 552
Hope:
In Death 478,483, 491
tinder Afflictions 387, 389, 288
Under Conviction 226, 223, 252
Under Despondency.. 251, 295, 309
Humility 349, 356, 360, 364, 368
Immanuel See Christ.
Iiuportiinity See Prayer.
Incarnation 171-173, 187, 176
Ingratitude 267, 241, 243, 249
Inspiration 141,144, 147, 204
Intercession 46,194, 75, 344
Invitations 230-250
Joining the Church See Ordi-
nances.
Joy See Cheerfulness.
Judgment Day 496-500
, See Ood.
.See Atonement and
Justice
Justification.
Faith.
Kindness See Brotlierly Love.
Kingdom of Christ — See Church.
Labor See Activity.
Lamb of God See CJirist.
Law of God 207, 208, 213
Liberality HeoAlins.
Likeness to Christ See
Conformity.
Little Thiufjs 370, 422, 409
Long-sutfermg. . .See Forbearance.
Lord's Day See Sabbath.
l.,ord's Prayer 69
Lord' s Supper 435-448
Lost State of Man 206-21&
Love:
Of God See Ood.
Of Christ See Christ.
Of Holy Spirit 198, 197
For God 170, 152,8
For the Saviour 320-353
For Saints.. See Brotherly Love.
For Souls 215, 2:i5, 231, 409
For the Church 1, 35, 399, 434
Loving-kindness 222, '285
Majesty of God See Ood.
Man See Lost State.
Mediator See Christ
Mediatorial Reign fie& ChurcJt.
MetUtation 111,65,27,56
Meekness 349, 356, 360, 364, 368
Mercifulness See Forgiveness.
Mercy See God.
Mercy-Seat 5, 73, 74, 77
Millennium 451, 465, 512, 518-523
Ministry 450, 457, 470,408
Missions 449-475,552
Morning 4, 40, 29, 32
Mortality See Death.
Mysteries of Providence... 157,
164, 35a
National 551, 542, .540
Nature See Creation.
NeedfiU, One Thing.... 211, 243, 256
New Year 539,643,644
Old Age 309,476,487,508
Omnipotence See Ood.
Omnipresence See Ood.
Omniscience See Ood.
Opening of Service 1-111
Ordinances 433-448
Orphans 383,404
Pardon See Forgiveness.
Parting 48,58, 126
Pastor See Ministry.
Patience See Forbearance, or
Trust.
Christian 115,383,509, 13
National 540, 522, 551
Perseverance. . . .369, 377, 382, 549, 55
Pilgrim-spirit 514,134, 31, 316, 21
Pity of God See Ood.
Pleasures 210, 206, 242, 494
Poor 404,409,418-421
Praise 78-111
Prayer 61-77
Preaching See Ministry.
Pride See Humility.
Procrastination See Delay.
Prodigal Son 233,255
Progress See Oroivth in Grace.
Pronuses 154, 309, 163, 278
Providence See Ood.
Purity See Holiness.
Race, Christian 280, 290, 295, 304
Redemption See Atonement.
Regeneration See Heart.
Repentance 251-259
Resignation See Afflictions.
232
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS,
Kest. . .See Meditation, or Heaven,
Kesurrectlon :
Of Christ See Christ.
Of Believers.. 281, 470, 48«, 491, 4!)4
Revival 197, 4.54, 4«8, 475, 201
Kock of Agea 44G, 399, 1«8
Sabbath 1, 30, 43, 94, 12.5, 130
SabbatU-School 424-432
Sailors 548, 131
Salvation See A t07ieinent.
Sanctilication See GroivtJi, in
Orace.
Saviour See Christ.
Scriptures See Bible.
Self-deceptiou See Heart.
Self-denial 423, 370, 210
Self-examination Sec Jleart.
Self- righteousness.. 214, 322, 207, 17(i
Shepherd See Christ.
Sickness. . . .353, 398, 394, 388, 385, 151
Sin :
Indwelling See Conflict.
Original See Lost Utate.
Conviction of See Law.
Sinceritj' 372, 374, 355, 108
Soldier, Christian.. 279, 291, 298, 303
Souls, Love for See Love.
Sovereignty See God.
Spring 546,88
Star of Bethlehem 318, 545, 63
Steailfastness ..276, 282, 287, 298, 302
strength, as Days 284,337
Submission 384-398
Sympathy 421, 417, 404, 11
Temperance 405, 372
Thanksgiving 541, 547, 537, 166
Trials See Afflictions.
Trinity See God.
Trust 164, 550, 20, 301, 309, 307
Union of Saints:
To Christ 376, 649
To each other See Brotherly
Love.
Warfare, Christian... See Soldier.
Warnings See Invitations.
Watclifulness 19, 298, 303
Way of Salvation.. See .4 toncwi-ent.
Wisdom See God.
Witness See Holy Spirit.
Word of God See JSible.
Worldliness See Pleasures.
Year, Close of 544,538
Zeal See Activity.
Zion See Church.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS.
HYMN.
A CHARGE to keep I have 215
A few more years shall roll 487
Abba, Father, hear thy child 358
Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide 127
Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner . . . 240
Again our earthly cares we leave 110
Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 184
Alas ! what hourly dangers rise ! 266
All hail the power of Jesus' name. ... 95
All people that on earth do dwell .... 79
Along the mountain track of life 315
Always with us, always with us 323
Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound. 218
Am I a soldier of the cross 291
And can it be that I should gain .... 549
And canst thou, sinner, slight 236
And dost thou say, ' 'Ask what thou wilt" 76
And is there. Lord, a rest 502
Arise, my soul, arise 223
Arise, ye saints, arise 17
Art thou weary, art thou languid. . . . 312
As shadows cast by cloud and sun. . . . 545
As with gladness men of old 63
Ascend thy throne, almighty King. . . 472
Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep 483
Assembled at thy great command .... 470
Awake, and sing the song 32
Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue . . 225
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve . . 290
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 222
Awake, our souls ! away, our fears ! . . 280
Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 208
Hymn.
Before Jehovah's awful throne 78
Begin, my tongue,some heavenly theme 163
Behold a Stranger at the door 241
Behold the glories of the Lamb 531
Behold, the mountain of the Lord. . . 522
Behold the throne of grace 72
Behold ! what wondrous grace 382
Bless, O my soul ! the living God .... 41
Blessed are the sons of God 354
Blessed Saviour ! thee I love 348
Blest be the tie that binds 48
Blest Comforter divine 202
Blest is the man whose softening heart . 421
Blow ye the trumpet, blow 224
Break thou the bread of life 15
Brethren, while we sojourn here 19
Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake. . . . 518
Brief life is here our portion 536
Broad is the road that leads to death . . 210
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored . 439
By cool Siloam's shady rill 432
By faith in Christ I walk with God. . . 366
Call Jehovah thy salvation 277
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 361
Can sinners hope for heaven 212
Cast thy bread upon the waters 416
Cast thy burden on the Lord 387
Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish 389
Children of the heavenly King 21
Christ, above all glory seated 193
Christ for the world we sing 552
INDEX OF FIRST
Hymn.
Christ is coming ! let creation 512
Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 23
Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire. . 364
Come, Holy Ghost! our hearts inspire 105
Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind . . 25
Come, Holy Spirit, come ! Let 201
Come, Holy Spirit, come, With 203
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! . . . 197
Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with 352
Come join, ye saints, with heart and. . 305
Come, kingdom of our God 465
Come, let us join our cheerful songs. . 44
Come, let us join our songs of praise. 46
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 45
Come, Lord, and tarry not 466
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 61
Come on, my partners in distress. . . . 304
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 250
Come, sound his praise abroad 93
Come, Spirit, source of light 204
Come, thou almighty King 14
Come, thou Desire of all thy saints. . 106
Come, thou Fount of every blessing. . 438
Come, thou long-expected Jesus 402
Come to Calvary's holy mountain. . . . 245
Come, trembling sinner, in v/hose breast 234
Come, we who love the Lord 31
Come, \'e disconsolate, where'er ye . . . 246
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched. 247
Come, ye thankful people, come 537
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 159
Crown his head with endless blessing . 92
Daily, daily sing the praises 529
Day is dying in the West 36
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 109
Dear Refuge of my weary soul 340
Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw . . 239
Depth of mercy ! — can there be. . . . 271
Did Christ o'er sinners weep 235
Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! . . 117
Do not I love thee, O my Lord ? 107
Earth has nothing sweet or fair 56
Everlasting arms of love 20
Fading, still fading, the last beam. . . 133
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss . 375
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee. . . Ill
Father, hear the prayer we offer ! . . . . 413
Father of mercies ! send thy grace. . . 418
Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss .... 363
Fear not, O little flock, the foe 306
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands . . 377
" For ever with the Lord ! " 485
For me to live is Christ 313
For the mercies of the day 130
LINES OF HYMNS.
233
Hymn.
For what shall I praise thee, my God . 353
From all that dwell below the skies. . . 82
From every stormy wind that blows. . 73
From Greenland's icy mountains 449
From the cross uplifted high 230
From the table now retiring 445
From thee, begetting sure conviction. 278
Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free . 281
Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us. . . 8
Give to the winds thy fears 286
Glorious things of thee are spoken . . . 399
Glory be to God on high 102
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son . 167
Glory to thee, my God, this night. . . . 113
God calling yet ! shall I not hear?. . . 242
God eternal. Lord of all ! 101
God, in the gospel of his Son 142
God is the refuge of his saints 459
God moves in a mysterious way 164
God of our salvation ! hear us 137
God's glory is a wondrous thing 289
Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 379
Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! 200
Grander than ocean's story 166
Great God ! attend, while Zion sings. 39
Great God ! how infinite art thou ! . . . 90
Great God, now condescend. 424
Great God ! to thee my evening song. 114
Great God ! we sing that mighty hand 543
Great God, what do I see and hear ! . . 499
Great God, when I approach thy throne 226
Great God ! whose universal sway. . . . 460
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah. . . . 134
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 371
Hail ! thou God of grace and glory ! . . 410
Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad . . 453
Hail to the Lord's anointed 451
Hail, tranquil hour of closing day. ... 66
Hark! hark, my soul ; angehc songs are 172
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices. 190
Hark ! the sound of angel-voices .... 455
Hark ! the sound of holy voices 528
Hark ! the Spirit whispers low 260
Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling 408
Hark ! what mean those holy voices . . 171
He leadeth me ! oh, blessed thought. 319
He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! . . 194
He that goeth forth with weeping. . . . 417
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken 400
Here I can firmly rest 380
High in the heavens, eternal God ! . . . 84
Holy and reverend is the name 165
Holy Father, hear my cry 86
Holy Father, thou hast taught me. . . 390
Holy, holy, holy Lord 87
234 INDEX OF FIRST
Hymn.
Holy Ghost ! with light divine 199
Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear. 520
How beauteous on the mountains. . . . 450
How blest the righteous when he dies. 481
How charming is the place 28
How condescending and how kind. . . . 187
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 309
How gentle God's commands ! 300
How pleasant, how divinely fair 38
How pleased and blest was 1 1
How precious is the book divine 147
How shall I follow him I serve 181
How shall the young secure their hearts 148
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight. 11
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds . 344
How vain is all beneath the skies ! . . . . 493
I AM coming to the cross 270
I ask not now for gold to gild 394
I have a home above 501
I hear the Saviour say 228
I hear thy welcome voice 229
I lay my sins on Jesus 254
I love thy kingdom. Lord 35
I love to steal awhile away 65
I love to tell the story 231
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger .... 514
I 'm not ashamed to own my Lord . . . 292
I need thee, O my God 256
I once was a stranger to grace and to. 350
I saw One hanging on a tree 186
I saw the cross of Jesus 232
I stand on Zion's mount 296
I would not live alway; I ask not to. . 476
If God is mine, then present things. . 376
If on our daily course our mind 370
If you cannot on the ocean 409
In all my vast concerns with thee. . . . 160
In heavenly love abiding 302
In the cross of Christ I glory 192
In the dark and cloudy day 386
In time of fear, when trouble's near. . 287
It may not be our lot to wield 422
Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 507
Jerusalem, the glorious ! 533
Jerusalem, the golden 535
Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky. 227
Jesus ! and shall it ever be 327
Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 442
Jesus, engrave it on my heart 211
Jesus ! I love thy charming name. . . . 343
Jesus, I my cross have taken 275
Jesus, Jesus ! visit me 37
Jesus, keep me near the cross 59
Jesus ! lover of my soul 274
Jesus, Master, whose I am 349
LINES OF HYMNS.
Hymn.
esus, my All, to heaven is gone 195
esus only, when the morning 321
esus, Saviour, pilot me 548
esus shall reign where'er the sun .... 473
esus spreads his banner o'er us 441
esus, still lead on 308
esus, Sun of Righteousness 4
esus, the very thought of thee 345
esus, these eyes have never seen. . . . 339
esus, thou Joy of loving hearts 328
esus, thy blood and righteousness. . . 331
esus ! thy church with longing eyes. . 471
esus ! thy love shall we forget 179
esus, thy name I love 335
esus, we look to thee. 49
esus, where'er thy people meet 74
esus, while our hearts are bleeding. . 391
esus, who knows full well 70
esus, who on his glorious throne. . . . 342
esus, whom angel hosts adore 183
oy to the world, — the Lord is come. 173
ust as I am, without one plea 252
Keep silence, all created things ! . . . . 100
Lead, kindly Light! amid the encircling 392
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us . . . 135
Let me but hear my Saviour say 284
Let party names no more 50
Let saints below in concert sing 433
Life has many a pleasant hour 525
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart ! . . 523
Light of those whose dreary dwelhng. 401
Like sheep we went astray 213
Like the eagle, upward, onward 414
Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 209
Lo ! what a glorious sight appears. . . . 521
Look from thy sphere of endless day. 463
Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee. . . . 178
Lord, at this closing hour 124
Lord, at thy mercy-seat 5
Lord, before thy throne we bend 257
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. . . . 136
Lord God of Hosts, by all adored ! . . . 85
Lord, how mysterious are thy ways. . . 157
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 436
Lord, I believe ; thy power I own .... 359
Lord ! I cannot let thee go 62
Lord, I hear of showers of blessing. . . 53
Lord, it belongs not to my care 288
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. . 419
Lord, my weak thought in vain would 158
Lord of all being; throned afar 156
Lord of earth! thy forming hand. ... 88
Lord! thou hast searched and seen me 153
Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own 10
Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day. . 516
INDEX OF FIRST
HVMN.
Lord, we come before thee now 2
Lord ! when I all things would possess 360
Lord! when we bend before thy throne 108
Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire . . 162
Love divine, all love excelling 6
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned.. 174
May the grace of Christ our Saviour. . 138
Mighty God ! while angels bless thee. 91
Mine eyes and my desire 16
More love to thee, O Christ ! 262
Mourn for the thousands slain 405
Must Jesus bear the cross alone 294
My country ! 'tis of thee 551
My days are gliding swiftly by 508
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord. . . . 180
My faith looks up to thee 334
My God, how endless is thy love 365
My God, how wonderful thou art 362
My God ! permit my tongue 29
My God, the Spring of all my joys. . . 341
My hope is built on nothing less 55
My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 384
My life flows on in endless song 52
My soul, be on thy guard 298
My soul complete in Jesus stands ! . . . 283
My soul, how lovely is the place 26
My soul, weigh not thy life 299
My spirit on thy care 18
Nearer, my God, to thee 261
None but Christ : his merit hides me. 322
Not all the blood of beasts 207
Not to the terrors of the Lord 434
Not what these hands have done 214
Not with our mortal eyes 326
Now be my heart inspired to sing. ... 97
Now begin the heavenly theme 22
Now is the accepted time 237
Now let our souls on wings sublime. . 515
Now let our voices join 34
Now the day is over 131
Now to the Lord a noble song 83
Now to the power of God supreme. . . 196
O BLESSED God, to thee I raise 368
O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord!. 98
O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee 96
O Christ ! with each returning morn . . 40
O, could I find from day to day 269
O, could I speak the matchless worth . 347
O, could our thoughts and wishes fly. . 510
O, do not let the word depart 244
O eyes that are weary, and hearts that 351
O, for a closer walk with God 265
O, for a faith that will not shrink 506
O, for a heart to praise my God 338
LINES OF HYMNS. 235
HYMN.
O, for a strong, a lasting faith 154
O, for a thousand tongues to sing. . . . 336
O, for an overcoming faith 489
O, for the death of those 486
O, for the happy hour 467
O, for the peace which floweth like a. . 132
O, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith ! . . . 373
O God, beneath thy guiding hand . . . 542
O God of Bethel, by whose hand .... 430
O God, the Rock of Ages 168
O God ! we praise thee, and confess. . 89
O, happy day, that fixed my choice. . 437
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter 198
O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen 393
O, if my soul were formed for woe . . . 185
O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed 188
O Lord, how full of sweet content . . . 367
O Lord ! how happy should we be . . . 307
O Lord, thy work revive 468
O mother dear, Jerusalem 505
O, not my own these verdant hills . . . 329
O sacred Head, now wounded 189
O Saviour, I am blind ! 253
O, see how Jesus trusts himself 175
O, sometimes the shadows are deep. . 495
O Sun of Righteousness, arise 475
O, sweetly breathe the lyres above . . . 330
O, tell me, thou life and delight of my . 346
O, that the Lord would guide my ways 149
O, the sweet wonders of that cross . . . 435
O thou, from whom all goodness flows 337
O thou whom we adore ! 464
O thou, whose bounty fills my cup . . . 396
O thou, whose tender mercy hears . . . 259
O, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will. . 238
O, what amazing words of grace 217
O, where shall rest be found 206
O word of God incarnate 144
O, worship the Kmg, all-glorious above 104
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness. . . . 458
On Jordan's rugged banks I stand . . . 530
On mountains and in valleys 169
On the mountain's top appearing. . . . 457
Once I thought my mountain strong. . 258
Once more, before we part 126
One more day's work for Jesus 54
One prayer I have — all prayers in one 397
One sweetly solemn thought 488
One there is, above all others 320
Onward, Christian, though the region. 412
Our Father who art in heaven 69
Our heavenly Father calls 71
Our helper, God ! we bless thy name . 544
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour ! 60
Praise God, from whom all blessings. 80
Praise to God, immortal praise 541
236
INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS.
Hymn.
Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name. . 42
Prayer is the breath of God in man. . ()8
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire .... 67
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart 356
Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! 534
Return, O wanderer, to thy home .... 233
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 478
Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! 446
Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound ! . 219
Saviour, again to thy dear name we . . 128
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. 139
Saviour, happy would I be 357
Saviour, I follow on 263
Saviour, in thy mysterious presence. . 13
Saviour, King, in hallowed union. . . . 428
Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 427
Saviour, more than life to me 273
Saviour ! teach me day by day 57
Saviour, thy dying love 333
Saviour, visit thy plantation ! 454
Saviour, who died for me 264
Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding . . . 429
Scorn not the slightest word or deed. . 420
Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase. 267
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. . 431
See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph 191
Shepherd of tender youth 426
Since Jesus is my friend 324
Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord. . . 293
Sing to the Lord, our might 94
Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 249
Sinners, will you scorn the message . . 248
So fades the lovely, blooming flower. . 484
So let our lips and lives express 372
Softly now the light of day 129
Sometimes a light surprises 301
Son of God ! to thee I cry 447
Soon may the last glad song arise. . . . 469
Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom. . . 519
Soul, then know thy full salvation. . . . 276
Sovereign of worlds! display thy power 474
Sow in the morn thy seed 406
Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal. ... 27
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 279
Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 303
Still, still with thee, my God 120
Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear. . 112
Sure the blest Comforter is nigh 24
Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of. . 51
Sweet is the work, my God, my King. 43
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. . 444
Sweet was the time when first I felt . . . 268
Swell the anthem, raise the song 540
HV-MN.
TAKE me, O my Father, take me ! . . . 255
Take my heart, O Father ! take it . . . 443
" Take up thy cross," the Saviour said 423
Tell me, whom my soul doth love. . . . 553
That awful day will surely come. ... 497
The day is past and gone, Great God. 122
The day is past and gone. The evening 123
The day, O Lord, is spent 119
The day of praise is done 125
The harvest dawn is near 297
The head that once was crowned with . 47
The heavens declare his glory 145
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! . 140
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want. . . 310
The Lord my Shepherd is 325
The Lord, our God, is full of might . . 99
The mercies of my God and King . . . 547
The morning light is breaking 452
The peace which God alone reveals. . 115
The people of the Lord 295
The roseate hues of early dawn 504
The sands of time are sinking 526
The Saviour kindly calls 425
The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms 176
The starry firmament on high 143
The swift declining day 118
The voice of free grace cries, Escape . 220
The whole world was lost in the darkness 332
There is a book that all may read .... 161
There is a fountain filled with blood. . 216
There is a house not made with hands 532
There is a land of pure delight 503
There is an hour of hallowed peace. . 509
There is an hour of peaceful rest 511
There were ninety and nine that safely 221
There's a wideness in God's mercy. . . 9
They who seek the throne of grace ... 64
This is not my place of resting 527
Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will 477
Thou art the Way ; to thee alone. . . . 177
Thou, from whom we never part 58
Thou lovely Source of true delight . . . 146
Thou very present Aid 383
Thou who roU'st the year around .... 538
Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on. 311
Though I speak with angel tongues. . 355
Though troubles assail, and dangers. . 317
Through every age, eternal God !. . . . 482
Through sorrow's night, and danger's 490
Thus far the Lord has led me on 116
Thy Father's house ! thine own bright 517
Thy way, not mine, O Lord 385
" Thy will be done ! " in devious way 395
" Till he come: " oh, let the words. . . 448
Time is winging us away 479
'Tis a point I long to know 272
'Tis by the faith of joys to come 369
INDEX OF FIRST
HYMN.
'Tis God the Spirit leads 205
'Tis my happiness below 388
'Tis not that I did choose thee 170
To God the Father, God the Son 81
To God the only wise 121
To thy temple we repair 3
Traveling to the better land 316
Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 461
'Twas by an order from the Lord 141
Unshaken as the sacred hill 314
Vainly, through night's weary hours. 415
Walk, in the light ! so shalt thou know 374
We are on our journey home 524
We are watching, we are waiting. . . . 411
We give thee but thine own 404
We would see Jesus — for the shadows 12
Welcome, sweet day of rest 30
What a Friend we have in Jesus 7
What cheering words are these 381
What finite power, with ceaseless toil. 155
What shall I render to my God 151
What sinners value, I resign 494
What various hindrances we meet ... 77
When all thy mercies, O my God ! . . . 152
LINES OF HYMNS. 237
Hymn.
When downward to the darksome tomb 491
When I can read my title clear 378
When I survey the wondrous cross. . . 182
When languor and disease invade. . . . 398
When, marshaled on the nightly plain 318
When my last hour is close at hand . . 500
When, rising from the bed of death . . 498
When sins and fears, prevailing, rise. . 282
When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 496
Where high the heavenly temple stands 75
Where the woodman's axe is ringing. . 456
While in sweet communion feeding . . 440
While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 150
While, with ceaseless course, the sun . 539
Who are these in bright array 513
Why do we mourn departing friends . . 492
Why is thy faith, O child of God, so . . 550
Why on the bending willows hung . . . 462
Why should we start, and fear to die ? 480
Why will ye waste on trifling cares . . . 243
With broken heart and contrite sigh. . 251
With joy we hft our eyes. . .-, 33
With songs and honors sounding loud 546
Work, for the night is coming 407
Work while it is to-day ! 403
Ye servants of God, your Master. . . . 103
Your harps, ye trembling saints 285
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