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Chapel Melodies:
A COLLECTION OF
CHOICE HYMNS AND TUNES,
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PEAYER AND SOCIAL MEETINGS
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Containing, in aiidition to New lusic, Selections from llie most Popular Compositions of the
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This Book is intended to contribute, in some humble measure, to the
spiritual profit of the worshiper in the service of sacred song. It offers, with-
in conrenient limits, a choice collection of Christian Melodies, "both old and
new.'' It affords material for the praise spirit of the conference meeting, and
the less formal exercises of the home circle. It touches the various phases of
spiritual experience, and leads the mind to contemplate truth and duty. It
seeks to avoid sterile trivialities, and does not descend to anything that is
objectionable. Without overloading its pages with the dead weight of mere
typography, it presents a well chosen compilation which, even in protracted
use, will not exhaust. While it does not hold in its contracted compass every-
thing that Christians love to sing, it contains no old song that has not won
for itself a lodgment among the Lord's people. Its long tested favorites will
find a ready welcome, while the new candidates for favor wiU prove them-
selves worthy of their companionship. The blessing of the Head of the
Church is invoked on this effort to aid the people in their offerings of praise.
Both to those who would " siug unto the Lord a new song," and those who
"teach and admonish one another in psalms and hjTnns and spiritual songs,"
this little book is commended. >^ -^ -
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1. Come, my sonl, thy snit pre -pare; Je - sns lores to ans-wer prayer;
2. Lord, I come to thee for rest; Take pos- ses-sion of my breast;
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Let thy love my spirit cheer;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
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4 Show me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith, —
Let me die thy people's death.
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Words and Music by Rev. R. LOWRT.
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2. Work - inor will not save me — Pur- est deeds that I can do.
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Let me trust thy weeping Son,
Trust the work that he has done
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Faith in Christ \Ndll save me.
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3 1. I have lieard of a place o - ver there, Where Jesus, my Saviour doth
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3 There are angels that sing over there —
How pleasant their singing must be ;^
There are crowns for the faithful to wear.
And I trust there's a bright one for me.
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4 There are mansions, for all over there
For the poor and the homeless below;
There is room for the world ^ver there.
And my Saviour invites all to go. C/w.
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1 AM THIISKING OF HOME.
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" In MT Fathee's house are many mansions." —John xiv. 2.
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And my spirit doth long to be [now.
In the far better land, where the saints ever
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of the lov'd ones Of the love of Christ, their Eedeemer and
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And of mercy so costly, so free.
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May we all in that home unite
With the white-covered throng, and exult-
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To the triune God, sweetest anthems of
praise,
Singing glorj^ and honor, and might.
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Bid every doubt depart,
Fully possess my heart,
Mine be that better part.
In Thee to hide.
Thus shall I sweetly prove,
While here below,
Thy tender dying love,
• Thee truly know.
And when my work is done,
. When I the race have run,
May glory's crown be won,
Sweet rest with Thee.
THE FUTURE REST.
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We shall see and be like Jesus.
By-and-by, by-and-by:
He a crowu of life will give us,
By-and-by, by-and-by.
And the angels who fulfil
All the mandates of his will,
Shall attend and love us still,
By-and-by, by-and-by.
We shall meet, &c.
4 When with robes of snowy whiteness,
By-and-by, by-and-by;
And -^ath crowns of dazzling brightness,
By-and-by, by-and-by.
There our storms and perils passed.
And with glory ours at last.
We'll possess the kingdom vast,
By-and-by, by-and-by.
We shall meet, &c.
SAYE ME.
Prostrate, dear Je - sus, at thy feet A guil-ty re - bel lies
And up - ward to the mer-cy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes.
If tears of sor-row would suffice To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless tor - rents flow.
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No blood, but thou hast spilt. Chorus.
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Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive!
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live. Chorus.
lO MY HOME IS THERE.
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3 Away from sorrow, doubt and pain,
Away from worldly loss and gain.
From all temptation, tears and care ;
My home is there, my home is there.
4 Beyond the bright and pearly gates,
Where Jesus, loving Saviour waits,
Where all is peaceful, bright, and fair;
My home is there, my home is there.
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Till faith to sight imijrove ;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.
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WELCOME HOME.
Rev. R. LOWRY.
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For some will slight his grace,
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Mercy's free ! IVIercy's free !
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Unto me. Unto me.
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While thro' this wilderness I rove,
All may enjoy the Saviour's love,
Mercy's free ! Mercy's free !
Long as I live, I'll still be crying,
" Mercy's free ! Mercy's free !"
And this shall be my theme when dying,
" Mercy's free ! Mercy's free !"
And when the vale of death I've pass'd,
When lodged above the stormy blast,
I'll sing, while endless ages last,
"Mercy's free ! Mercy's free !"
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There with friends hand in hand, I shall walk on the strand. In that beautiful land,«S:c.
In that beau - ti - ful land I'll be. From earth and its cares set free ; My
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In that beautiful land on high. Cho.
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5 There's a beautiful land on higli,
Where I never shall weep or sigh ;
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In that beautiful land on high. Cho.
6 There's a beautiful land on high,
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Where the righteous shall sing, and their
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Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it ;
Mount of thy redeeming love. Cho.
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God ;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood. Cho.
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Daily I'm constrained to be !
Let thy goodness like a fetter.
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee :Cho,
5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it —
Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it ;
Seal it for thy courts above. Cho.
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Of this weary vale of tears,
There the tide of bliss is sweeping
Thro' the bright and changeless years ;
O ! I long to be with Jesus,
In the mansions of the blest,
' 'Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary be at rest."
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From the calm and quiet shore.
And they soon will bear my spirit
Where the weary sigh no more ;
For the tide is swiftly flowing.
And I long to greet the blest,
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And the weaiy be at rest."
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As most tenderly they're clinging,
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Heavenly home ! heavenly home !
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Welcome, worship, serve him Now?
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Be thy guilt ho-wever great.
Now bo saved — 'tis not too late ;
Yet beware ! for mercy's day
Soon, ah, soon -will pass a-way.
Time -will bear thee swiftly o'er
Life's receding, fading shore ;
Now secure the promised rest,
Le in Christ forever blest.
lO. SELF-DISTEUST.
1 'Tis a point I long to know, —
Oft it causes anxious thought, —
Do I love the Lord, or no ?
Am I Its, or *m I not ?
If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull and lifeless frame ?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse.
Who have never heard his name.
2 K I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mixed with all I do ;
You that love the Lord indeed.
Tell me, is it thus with you ?
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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 ?
Lord, decide the doubtful case;
Thou, who art thy people's sun,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
K I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.
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Lay we every burden down ;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. — Clio.
At the smiling of the river,
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Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. — C'/io.
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We shall dwell in sweet repose.
After warfare, rest is pleasant:
O how sweet the prospect is !
Though we toil and strive at present,
Let us not repine at this;
|i:Toil, and pain, and conflict past,
All endear repose at last.
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0 that hope; how bright, how glorious !
'Tis his people's blest reward;
In the Saviour's strength victorious,
They at length behold their Lord :
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In his love be fully blest.
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Music by HENRY TUCKER.
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Why should I give way to grief,
Or heart-consuming care ?
Are not all things in his hand ?
And has he not his promise passed ?
Will he then regardless stand,
And let me sink at last ?
2 While I know his providence
Disposes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to discontent ?
Sparrows if he kindly feed,
And verdure, clothe in rich arraj',
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eyes away ?
3 When his name was quite unknown.
And sin my life employed;
Then he watched me as his own.
Or I had been destroyed;
Now his mercy-seat I know.
And now, by grace, am reconciled;
Would he spare me while a foe.
To leave me when a child ?
4 If he shed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold.
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will withhold ?
Vain the tempter's dark device !
For here my hope rests well assured,
In that great redemption price
I see the whole secured.
^S. Humility and Contrition.
1 Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep ;
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restored;
On me be all long suffering shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart.
Give me, through thy dying love.
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown;';
Turn, and look upon me. Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow;
If thy bowels now are stin-'d,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
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2. But now I am a soldier.
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And bids me not give o'er;
And, if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he'll give,
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And fly to my home in that land ?
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Pass me not, 0 God, my Father,
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather,
Let thy mercy light on me, —
Even me.
Pass me not, O gracious Saviour,
Let me live and cling to thee;
Fain I'm longing for thy favor;
Whilst thou'rt calling, call for me —
Even me.
Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,
Thou can'st make the blind to see :
Witnesses of Jesus' merit.
Speak the word of power to me —
Even me.
5 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich and free;
Grace of God, so rich and boundless,
Magnify it all in me, —
Even me.
6 Pass me not, thy lost one bringing;
Bind my heart, 0 Lord, to thee;
Whilst the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, oh, bless me, —
Even me.
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WAITING AT THE DOOR.
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The friends that started with me have en-tered long a - go, For
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Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend,
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Up to My eternal home;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
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Blessed are the sons of God;
They are bought with Jesus' blood;
They are ransomed from the grave ;-
Life eternal they shall have:
With them numbered may wo be,
Here and iu eternity.
2 Thej' 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.
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Holy, blameless, undefiled :
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One with God, with Jesus one ;
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All thy crimes on him were laid :
See upon his blameless head
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Due to my offence and yours ;
Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On the atoning sacrifice.
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1 Now, O God, thine own I am !
Now I give thee back thine own :
Freedom, friends, and health, and fame,
Consecrate to thee alone :
Thine I live, thrice happy I !
Happier still if thine I die.
2 Take me, Lord, and all my powers ;
Take my mind, and heart, and will;
All my goods, and all my hours,
3 Cast thy guilty soul on him.
Find him mighty to redeem ;
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and fears away ;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
Consecration to the Trinity.
All I know, and all I feel.
All I think, or speak, or do —
Take my soul and make it new !
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One in Three, and Thiee in One,
As by the celestial host,
Let thy will on earth be done ;
Praise by all to thee be given.
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven !
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Our distant home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let ever}^ lamp be burning.
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3 Should coming days be dark and cold,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest.
Where golden harps are ringing.
For oh ! &c.
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;
Our King says, Come and there's our home,
For ever, oh ! for ever !
For oh ! &c.
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1 There is no name so sweet on earth,
No name so sweet in heaven,
The name before his wondrous birth
To Christ, the Saviour, given.
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We love to sing of Christ, our King,
And hail him blessed Jesus;
For there's no word ear ever heard,
So dear, so sweet, as Jesus.
2 His human name they did i^roclaim,
When Abram's son they seal'd him;
The name that still by God's good will,
Deliverer revealed him.
We love to sing, &c.
3 And when he hung upon the tree,
They wrote his name above him ;
That all might see the reason we
For evermore must love him.
We love to sing, &c.
4 So now upon his Father's throne,
Almighty to release us
From sin and pains, he gladly reigns,
The Prince and Saviour, Jesus.
We love to sing, &c.
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We meet j^on here, our comrades dear,
With ne'er a shade of sorrov/;
The okl year gone, the new comes on,
With many a glad To-morrow.
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But when we stand on Canaan's land,
And glory shines before us.
To God well bring, and ever sing
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A joyous welcome singing;
With prayer and praise our hearts we raise,
With all the joy bells ringing.
But, when we stand, &c.
3 We meet you here, old dying year,
Thy solemn voice comes o'er us ;
But from thy dust, we humbly trust,
A better year's before us.
But when we stand, &c. r. l.
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Come, come to Jesus !
4 Co>ie, come to Jesus !
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O blind ! a vision free;
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Sinners ruin'd by the fall ;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows for every thirsty soul,
In a full perpetual tide,
Open'd when the Saviour died.
Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind ;
Here the guilty, free remission.
Here the lost, a refuge find.
Health, this fountain will restore ;
He that drinlis need thirst no more.
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'Tis a soul-reviving flood ;
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Sign'd when our Redeemer died ;
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4 In my Saviour's intercession,
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Restore, my dear Saviour, the light of Thy
Thy soul-cheering favor impart; [face,
And let Thy sweet tokens of pardoning
Bring joy to my desolate heart, [grace
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Jesus my all, Jesus my all.
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The throne of grace I dare address ;
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AgpJnst me earth and hell combine,
But on my side is power divine;
Jasus is all, and he is mine —
Jesus my all, Jesus my all.
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To the j:)ilgrims home above.
Glory, glorj^ &c.
I shall yet behold my Saviour,
When the day of life is o'er ;
I shall cast my crown before Hiia,
I shall praise Him evermore.
Glory, glory, &c.
4a WE SHALL NOT FORGET THE STORY.
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"Delay not, delay not, 0 sinner, draw near,
The waters of life are now flowing for
thee ;
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here,
Redemption i.s purchased, salvation is
free.
2.
T>elay not, delay not, why longer abuse
The love and compassion of -Jesus thyGod?
A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse
To wash and be cleaned in his pardoning
blood?
3.
Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace,
Long giieved and resisted may take its
sad flight,
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy
race,
To sink in the gloom of eternity's night.
4^ AVordsbyJ.P.ELLIS. AT THE WELL.
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AT THE WELL. Coucluded.
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'2 The homes of the needy, afflicted and
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And the laden once sinking with care,
Are fountains where kindness may look
and discern,
That a Sa\dour is sitting there. Cho.
3 The bed of the sick, and the dying and
dead,
And the hovels of want and despair.
Uncover the well, and the yearning may
prove
That a Saviour is sitting there. Cho.
4 The prison, though dark, may be darker
in men,
And its comforts be barren and bare;
But he that can cherish the fallen will
find
That a Saviour is sitting there. Cho
5 He drinks who will give to the thirsty a
drink;
And he gains who a kindness will spare ;
The heart is refreshed that diffuses its
love,
For a Saviour is sitting there. Cho.
6 The deserts of life may be gardens of
peace,
And their jewels be precious and rare,
For angels are waiting approaches to
tell
That a Saviour is sitting there. Cho
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Come all the vrorld ! come, sinner, thou !
All things in Christ are ready now. Cho.
3 Come, ail ye souls by sin oppressed.
Ye restless wanderers after rest;
Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind,
in Christ a hearty welcome find. Cho.
4 My message as from God receive ;
Ye all may come to Christ and live:
O let his love your hearts constrain.
Nor suffer him to die in vain. Oio.
5 See him set forth before your eyes,
That precious bleeding sacrifice;
His offered benefits embrace.
And freely now be saved by grace. Cho.
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IN A FEW DAYS MORE.
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And the day will be long in the realms of
light ;
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night ;
We'll sing a new song on the silvery strand.
That borders the plains of our own better
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earth - ly chains, Thro' grace we'll soon be there.
Je - sus comes, And then [Omit ] be gathered home.
2 Rejoice in hope, 0 trembling soul,
Lift up thy tearful eyes,
And in the strength of Christ, the Lord,
Press onward to the prize.
A crown of gold, a robe of white.
A victor palm of glory bright.
Are waiting in that world of light,
Thro' grace we'll soon be there. Cho.
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3 O may the fruits of joy and peace
Within our souls abound,
And in the vineyard of the Lord
His children still be found;
Then safely on the other shore.
Our trials past our journey o'er,
We'll sing with dear ones gone before,
Praise God ! we're home at last. CI
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We'll fight until we conquer,
By faith and humble prayer.
3 Our Captain 's gone before us.
He bids us all to come;
High up in endless glorj'-.
He's fitted up our home. Cho.
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And Jesus will be with us,
E'en to our journey's end;
In every sore afiiiction
His "present help" to lend. Cho.
Then glory be to Jesus,
Who bought us with his blood,
And glory be to Jesus,
Y/ho gives us every good. Cho.
^^ CONQUER AND REST.
Words by Rev. G. LANSING TAYLOR
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1. Why not learn to conquer sorrow ? Why not learn to smile at pain ?
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All about us, all above,
Hid from mortal sense or seeing
Save the nameless sense of love.
Not the love that dies like roses,
When the frost-fire scathes the sod,
But the eternal rest that closes
Hound the soul that dwells in God.
Into this great habitation
Never tear or sorrow came,
Oh ! it is the new creation,
God its light, his love its flame.
Up, 0 soul i and dwell forever,
On this hidden, glorious shore;
Chilled by cloud-shade never, never,
Up and dwell forevermore.
LET ME DIE WITH JESUS NEAR ME
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Let the angels hover round me,
On bright pinions let them come,
When the shadows close around me,
Let them bear my spirit home:
Bear me safe beyond the river,
To the heavenly land so fair,
There to dwell with Christ forever,
His eternal rest to share.
There, with all the shining legions,
Bright amid the radiant throng,
Banging o'er the blissful regions.
There I'll raise my highest song.
To the Lamb whose blood redeem'd me.
Let the strain of rapture swell,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
For He doeth all things well.
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NO NIGHT IN HEAVEN.
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There is no want in heaven ;
The Lamb of God supplies
Life's tree of twelve-fold fruitage still,
Life's spring which never dries.
No night, &c.
4.
There is no sin in heaven ;
Behold that blessed throng !
All holy is their spotless robes,
All holy is their song.
No night, &c.
There is no death in heaven;
For they who gain the shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.
No night, &c.
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There is no death in heaven ;
But when the christian dies,
The angels wait his parted soul,
And waft it to the skies !
No night, &c.
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But though so late He lingers yet;
No earthly friend would tarry so.
If once denied he'd quickly go.
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But Jesus is a friend indeed.
Yes, sinner, just the friend j'ou need;
So patient and so kind is He,
That man of grief from Calvary.
Rise, sinner, open wide the door.
Nor grieve His gentle spirit more ;
Expel the foul usuper sin.
And bid the Prince of life come in.
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He'll sup with thee and thou shalt prove
The fullness of His djaug love ;
The Father too, shall be thy guest,
And freed from sin, thy soul shall rest.
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PRECIOUS JESUS,
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Trials may come, and cares oppress me,
Still to the Saviour's cross I'll flee —
Sheltered by him in every danger,
Jesus the Lord who died for me. Cho.
Grant me thy blessing, 0 my Father,
Closer to thee, my soul unite,
Soon I shall pass the vale of sorrow —
Soon will my faith be lost in siglit. CAr^
KOBE AND PALM
1. These are the crowns that we shall wear When all thy saints are crowned;
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These are the robes, unsoiled and white
Which we shall then put on,
When, foremost 'mong the sons of light.
We sit on yonder throne.
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That is the city of the saints,
Where we so soon shall stand,
When we shall strike these desert-tents,
And quit this desert-land.
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Then welcome toil and care and pain !
And welcome sorrow too !
All toil is rest, all grief is gain.
With such a prize in view. Bonab.
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Give now thy wand'rings o'er,
And never, never, never
Grieve His spirit more.
Put far away vile unbelief,
From guilty passions sever.
And though thou art of sinners chief.
He'll give thee joy forever.
3 Come weary, heavy laden.
He will thy burden bear,
Cheer all thy lonely pathway.
And all thy sorrows share.
He'll take thee at life's parting breath.
When earthly friendships sever.
He'll make thee conqueror over death,
And crown thee His forever.
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Lovingly, tenderly falls on thy ear,
Eest thee, 0 weary one, Jesus is near.
Life is a morning dream, passing away,
Come to the Lamb of God, wiiy, why delay,
Come to the precious fold, watched by his
care.
Rest thee, 0 weary one, Jesus is there.
Life is a desert wild mantled in v/oe.
Earth has no joy for thee, v.'here wilt thou
go?
Lift up thy drooping heart, banish thy fear,
Rest thee, 0 weary one, Jesus is near.
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When darkness seems to veil his face,
I rest on his unchanging grace ;
In every high and stormy gale, _
My anchor holds within the vail :
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
His oath, his Covenant, and blood,
Support me in the whelming flood :
AVhere all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay :
On Christ, the sohd rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking saud.
I COME TO THEE.
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1. I come to thee, I come to thee! Thou precious Lamb who died for me,
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WHAT SMALL I DO WITH JESUS ?
Words by S. D. PHELPS, D. D. Rev. R. LOAVRY.
" "What shall i do then with Jesus which is called Christ ? ''—Matt, xxvii. 22.
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What shall I do with Jesns,
The precious Lamb of God ?
I cast my soul upon him —
He bathes it in his blood;
I'll gratefully confess him
Before the vile and just ;
My ransomed powers shall bless him.
My sure and only trust.
"What shall I do with Jesus ?
For him the cross I'll take ;
All earthly losses suffer,
Ere I the Lord forsake.
In scenes of joy and sighing
His love siiall be the same;
While living and in dying
I'll glory in his name.
What now I do with Jesus,
When this bidef life is past,
With me vrill be remembered
Before his bar at last.
He will not then disown me
With those who hate and scoff;
At his right hand he'll crown me
He will not cast me off.
THINE, LOUD, FOKEYER!
Words by W. BEXNETT.
HUBERT P. MAIN.
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1. Thine, Lord, for
2. Thine, Lord, for
3. Thine, Lord, for
ev - er, Pur-chas'd by blood divine, Res - cued and
ev - er, Thro' storm and tempest wild, Trust-ing con-
ev - er, Cheered by Thy precious word. Thro' dark-ness,
saved by Thee, Lord, I am Thine.
fi - ding-ly, I am Thy child.
doubts and fears ; Thine, thine, 0 Lord.
4.
Thine, Lord, forever,
Tho' death shall lay me low,
E'en in that dreadfiil hour
Thine, Lord, I know.
5.
Thine, Lord, forever.
When safe before Thy throne
I stand, forevermore
Thine, thine alone.
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ANGEL'S WELCOME.
Rev. R. LOTVRY.
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I am his child.
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FRIENDS BEYOND THE RIYER
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Far beyond each mortal care.
There we'll chant salvation's storj'.
Safe from everj' sinful snare.
0 the prospect ! — 'tis so cheering.
How it thrills our hearts with love,
Whilst nnr heavenly home we're ncaring.
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He who died our souls to win,
Died from bondage to release us,
Died to set us free from sin:
There we'll see Him, and be like Him,
'Mid the shining hosts above,
There we'll worship and adore Him,
Seated on His throne of love. Clio.
IS THERE ONE FOR ME?
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Harps of joyful sound above,
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Is there, Lord, a hai-p for me 1 Cho,
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ty - rant no long-er ex - erts his dread sway ; His dark reign is
cending fills earth with his brightness, 'Tis Je - siis, the Mighty, to save,
end- ed, his seep - ter is bro - ken. Henceforth all his subjects are free.
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And sing all ye ransomed from death's Will anthems of rapture uncoasiugly rise,
dismal thrall, While angels and saints reunited for ever,
In triumph ascend to the mansions of glory, Shall chant the glad chorus of praise.
For ever restored from the fall. C'Ao. | Cho.
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FAREWELL, 0 FLEETING WORLD,
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Since Jesus calls me I must go,
I go to seek that happier life.
Which none but true believers know
Hinder me not, I may not stay.
Amid the cares and ills of time.
My Sa^dour calls, I must away,
My home is in a purer clime.
3 O who will go my rest to share,
That bliss immortal souls shall prove
To taste the pleasures flowing there.
From fountains of exhaustless love;
My longing heart leaps at the thought
Of joys that wait-me on that shore,
That treasure which my Saviour bought,
It shall be mine forevermore.
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While we mingle thought and feeling
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Prayer, the lamp, the star of pleasure
To the Christian here below.
Prayer the key of endless treasure
In the home to which we go. C/w.
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By our precious Saviour given
Here with him to hold communion
Seems an antepast of Heaven.
Let the parting word be spoken
If our faith in God be strong.
Though our dearest ties are broken
We can saj^, 'tv/ill not be long. Clio.
BEATITUDE,
S. J. VAIL.
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Calm in the hour of buoyant health.
Calm in the hour of pain.
Calm in my poverty or v\realth.
Calm in my loss or gain, —
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Calm in the sufiferance of wrong.
Like Him who bore my shame.
Calm'mid the threatning, taunting throng.
Who hate thy Holy name.
Calm me, my Saviour, keep me calm,
Keclining on thy breast;
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.
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In friendships that form
In Calm and in storm.
The angels are singing to me.
The angels, &c.
6 I hear them when lowly in prayer,
When o'er the dark valley I see :
Then comes a small voice
That tells me rejoice.
For angels are singing to me.
The angels, &c.
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Died to set the captive free;
Thou didst triumph o'er the gra\
Lord, abide with me.
Fill me vath Thy love divine.
Consecrate my life to thee ;
Bend my stubborn will to thine,
Lord, abide with me.
When the shades of death prevail.
Father, let me cling to thee;
When I pass the gloomy vail.
Lord, abide with me.
Then, oh, then, my raptured soul
Heaven's eternal rest shall see;
There, while endless ages roll,
Live and reign with me.
1 AM WEARY.
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I am weary of the trifles,
Senseless thin^^s that fill my days ;
I am weary of this longinp;,
Seeking" human love and i:>raise ;
I am weary of the passions,
Ever turning unto earth.
And my spirit pants for freedom,
From its idle joy and mirth.
I have seen the flowers wither,
I have seen the loved ones die;
I have seen the clouds of sorrow
Overcast youth's summer sky;
I am pining, I am pining
For my home among the blost,
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And the weary are at rest. "
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In this mine hour of woe,
If Thine eye will not pity,
0, whither shall I go ?
Once, Thou, in deepest anguish,
Did'st mourn Thy Father's face
By clouds and darkness hidden;
0, grant me now Thy grace.
Care for me, O, my Saviour, —
In Thee may I be strong.
Beset by fierce temptation,
Help me aga,inst the wrong;
Then shall this weak one praise Thee,
Praise Thee, the weak one's friend,
And give Thee thanks rejoicing.
With songs that ne'er shall end.
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Framing sweetest words of cheer.
Cast your care, &c.
" Cast on me your heavy burdens.
Cast on me your load of care,
I invite you, I entreat you.
All your burdens I will bear.
Cast your care," «S:c.
THERE IS JOY FOR YOU. T^Q
Words by Mrs. M. A. KIDDER. S. J. VAIL.
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1. Oh! let not your hearts be troubled, Nei-ther let them be a - fraid,
2. Let me drink sweet draughts of mer-cy From the fountain fiow-ing free,
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Tell me not ye weary laden,
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For the Lord hath sent his angels
And his chosen need not fear.
Keep your lamps well trimmed and burning
And the wedding garments on,
For there's none that know the moment k
Of the coming of the Sou.
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It is not ^Yith the multitude,
I hear the still, small voice,
Which whispers messages of love,
And bids my heart rejoice ;
Oh, no; 'tis when withdrawn from earth,
And every earth-bound tie,
I hear Thy kind ]3arental voice,
And ' ' Abba, Father, " cry. Cho.
It is not with the multitude,
My sweetest joys arise ;
Nor even with the saints on earth,
Tho' bound by sacred ties ;
The fellowship of saints is sweet,
But sweeter, better far,
Is fellowship with Christ, my Lord,
The bright and Morning Star. Cho.
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Rev. R. LOWRY.
There is no dark
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Then let the storm be wild and Ion
Jesus loves; Jesus loves;
And this shall be my daily song,
Jesus loves; Jesus loves;
He loves, he loves; I know, I feel.
Young as I am, he loves me still ;
Oh, may I do his blessed will ;
Jesus loves; Jesus loves.
And then at home I soon shall be,
Far away, far away ;
From care and pain shall soon be free,
Far awa3% far away ;
For tears of grief are never known
In that bright world I call my own ;
And swiftly I am passing on,
Far av/ay, far away.
^2 JESUS IS CALLING US HOME. wm. b. bradbury.
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calling his children home.
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2 He died from the biirden of sin to relieve us,
And now He is waiting vrith. joy to receive lis,
How Idlest are the words of the pure and the holy,
Come hither and learn of the meek and the lowly.
C/io.
3 The llride and the Spirit, our souls are inviting,
The angels in glory their songs are uniting;
O drink of its waters, that beautiful river,
That flows at the feet of the Saviour forever. Clio.
BLESSED REFUGE,
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Words by FANNY CROSBY.
A. VAN ALSTYNE.
Earthly friendship's may deceive me,
Human hearts are weak and frail,
But my Saviour will not leave me.
Love like thine can never fail.
Patient will I bear affliction
If thy tender voice I hear,
Grief will make a brighter sunshine,
Kaia is bliss, if Thou art near. Cho
Thou wilt soothe my dying pillow,
When these fleeting scenes are past,
Thou my hope in everj'^ trial
Be my comfort in the last.
On celestial pinions wafted.
Shall my raptured spirit soar.
Shouting with the saints in glory.
Where the weary sigh no more. Cho.
Q4. I SHALL KNOW THEE IN THE MORNING. Rev r lowry.
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I shall know thee in the morning. When the righteous all a - rise.
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I shall see thee in the morning
Of the heavens' eternal light,
Where the saints of every nation
Gather robed in changeless white;
With the Saviour and His angels,
All the glad hosts of the skies,
I shall see thee in the morning,
When the ransomed saints arise.
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I shall know thee in the morning,
With the waking sainted dead,
Gladdened by the shining presence
Of the Lord, our living Head ;
When, arrayed in robes of brightness,
All the sons of God arise,
I shall know thee in the morning.
With the saints above the skies.
Words by C. E. POND, HELP AND RELIEYE. HUBERT p. MAIN".
Dark clouds shut out the sky; \ Trembling to Thee I fly: Com - fort and cave !
n ^ Hark to the tempest's roar ! >
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O God ! temptation's nigh;
Sin clouds the azure sky;
To thee for aid I fly :
Help and relieve !
4.
Hear, Father ! hear my cry;
And if I live or die.
Saviour, be ever nigh :
Help and relieve.
so Words by W. H. McNAMEE. BRIGHT ZION.
Rev. R, LOWRY.
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dark river.
And evermore darken the light of thy
home
weary,
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gloom ;
For all things are ready: no longer, then,
tarry.
While Jesus is waiting, poor wanderer,
come.
Words by FANNY CROSBY.
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Je - sus help me I am wea- ry, Let me hold thy hand in niine,
i For the stream of liv - ing wa - ter, In a thirsty land I pine, \
D. c . Fold me in Thy arms of mer- cy, Keep me from the tempter's power.
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2 Jesus help me, I am fainting,
'Neath the deserts burning sky.
Lead to pastures cool and fragrant,
There my every want supply ;
Shade me with thy wings eternal,
Let me feel Thee ever near.
Thou canst whisper words of comfort,
Thou canst dry the falling tear.
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3 Jesus help me, I am sinking
In the cold and chilly wave.
Give me strength, my faith increasing,
Thou alone hast power to save.
Let my soul be filled with rapture.
Let my hope be stayed in Thee,
Let me bear my cross with patience,
Till I sleep and wake with Thee.
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I WILL SING FOE JESUS. p.philups.
From '-Singing Pilgrim," by permission.
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I will sing for Jesus !
His name alone prevailing,
Shall be my sweetest music,
Wlien heart and flesh are failing:.
Cho,
\ 4 Still I'll sing for Jesus !
O ! how I will adore him,
Among the cloud of witnesses,
Who cast their crowns before him. Cho.
SWEET HOUR OE PHAIEK.
WM. B. BRADBURY
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1. Sweet hour of prayer ! Sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care, And
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prayer
Thy wings shall my petition bear,
To Him whose truth and faithfulness,
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since he bids me seek his face,
!Believe his word, and trust his grace,
: I'll cast on him my every care.
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. :|
3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of
prayer !
]\Iay I thy consolation share;
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize ;
II : And shout, while passing thro' the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. :||
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OUR HOME ABOYE.
Words by FANXY CROSBY.
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Like the echo of the wildwood,
Or the carol of a bird ;
With the rosy light of morning
On the calm and fragrant air,
Still it murmurs, softly murmurs.
There will be no parting there.
We are going, &c.
parting there.
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We are going, we are going,
When the day of life is o'er —
To that pure and happy region
Where our friends have gone before;
They are singing with the angels
In that land so bright and fair;
We shall dwell with them forever,
There will be no parting there.
We are going, &c.
WHAT SHALL I DO?
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WM. B. BRADBURY.
O;^. 1. 0! what shall I do to be saved From the sor-rows that bur-den my
2. 0! what shall I do to be saved, When the pleasures of youth are all
3. 0! what shall I do to be saved, When sickness my strength shall sub-
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do ? what shall I do ?
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Lord look in mercy on me,
Come, O come and speak i^eace to my soul;
Unto whom shall I flee.
Dearest Lord, but to thee,
be saved?
be saved?
be saved? Thou canst make my poor broken heart whole.
j^ §--^ That will I do ! that will I do !
ZJJ To Jesus I'll go and be saved.
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THOU HAST HIED FOR ME.
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Can rest securely there,
And feel at peace in every storm,
Beneath thy watchful care;
A sinner lost, but saved by grace
Be this my only plea:
Thy precious blood, O djang Lamb
Eedeems and makes me what I am.
For thou hast died for me.
0 when I leave this mortal scene.
And rise to worlds of light;
Then shall I see thee as thou art
Arrayed in glory bright:
There by the living stream divine.
My raptured song shall be;
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Eodeems and makes me what I am,
For thou hast died for me.
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2 Go and tell Jesus, when your sins arise [3 Go and tell Jesus, he'll dispel thy fears,
Like mountains of deep guilt before
your eyes
His blood was spilt, His precious life
He gave
have. Qho.
Will calm thy doubts, and wipe away thy
tears :
He'll take thee in His arm, and on His
breast
That mercy, peace, and pardon you might Thou mayst be happy, and for ever
rest, Cho.
Q4r WHITE ROBES. wm. b. bradbury.
" And lo a ereat multitude, which no man could number, of all nations and kindreds, and
peo^l? and to^ngues stooS before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes,
and palms in their hands."— Rev, vii. 9.
1. Who are these
2. These thro' fie
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Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand,
Thro' their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand. Cho
4.
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears, Cho.
HE LEABETH ME,
WM. B. BRADBURY.
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" The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pas-
tures ; he leadeth me beside the still waters."
1. He lead-eth me ! 0, blessed tho't O, words with heavenly comfort fraught,
2. Sometimes'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
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Still 'tis his hand that lead -eth me !
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Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,^
Nor ever miarmur nor repine —
Content whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. Clio.
And when my task on earth is done.
When, by thy grace the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me. Cho.
Words by Rev. L. HARTSOUGH
LET ME GO.
From " Pilgrim Songs," by permission of WM. B. BRADBURY.
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2 Let me go where none are weary,
Where is raised no wail of woe.
Let me go and bathe my spirit,
In the ra])tures angels know.
Let me go, for bliss eternal.
Lures' my soul away, away.
And the victor's song triumphant.
Thrills my heart, I cannot stay.
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Let me go, why should I tarry ?
What has earth to bind me here?
What but cares and toils and sorrows ?
What but death and pain and fear ?
Let me go, for hopes most cherished.
Blasted round me often lie.
O ! I 've gathered brightest flowers,
But to see them fade and die.
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2 I know I'm nearing the holy ranks.
Of friends and kindred dear.
For I brush the dews on Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near. — Oio.
3 I've almost gained my heavenly home,
My spirit loudly sings ;
The holy ones, behold, they come !
I hear the noise of wings. — Cko.
4 0, bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory. — Cho.
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BRIGHT A^D BEAUTIFUL LAND,
Words by W. BENNETT
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Yes, we'll gain that happy place,
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When onr pilgrim work is done,
There, with Saints and Angels bright,
Round the great white throne we'll stand.
Basking in th'effnlgent light.
Of that pure celestial land.
Who will go along with me?
Who will seek that blest abode ?
There the Saviour's face to see.
There to taste the love of God ?
Come, poor sinner, haste away.
Leave the world and all behind,
Ca-^t your sins and follies by.
Peace and consolation fiind.
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2. Mvist I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ;While others fought to win the
3. Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to
4SinceI must fight if Iwould reign, Increase my courage, Lord, I'll bear the toil, endure the
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They see the triumph from afar, —
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6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies.
The glory shall be thine. Cho.
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^ Only waiting till the reapers
Have the last sheaf gather'd home;
For the summer-time is faded,
And the autumn winds have come.
Quickly, reapers ! gather quickly,
All the ripe hours of my heart;
For the bloom of life is wither'd,
And I hasten to depart. Cho.
3 Only waiting till the angels
Open wide the mystic gate.
At whose feet I long have lingered,
Weary, poor, and desolate;
Even now I hear the footsteps.
And their voices far away ;
If they call me, I am waiting.
Only waiting to obey.
Only waiting till the shadows
Arc a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day's last beam is flown;
Then from out the gathering darkness,
Holy, deathless stars shall rise,
By whose light my soul shall gladly
Tread its pathway to the skies. Cho.
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No home like this for me !
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Beside that cross I see ;
I here cast off my weariness,
No rest like this for me !
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SHALL WE KNOW EACH OTHER?
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Shall we know each oth - er there ?
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Yes, my earth- worn soul rejoices,
And my weary heart grows light,
For the thrilling angel voices,
And the angel faces bright,
That shall welcome us in heaven.
Are the lov'd of long ago,
And to them 'tis kindly given
Thus their mortal friends to know,
Shall we know, &c.
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Oh ! ye wearj?-, sad, and toss'd ones,
Droop not, faint not, by the way;
Ye shall join the loved and just ones
In the land of perfect day !
Harp-strings touched by angel fingers,
Murmured in my raptured ear,
Evermore their sweet song lingers,
' ' We shall know each other there !
We shall know, &c.
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1. In sea -sons of grief to my God I'll re-pair, When my heart is o'er-
2. When Sa - tan, the tempter, comes in like a flood, To drive my poor
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And sheds its fragrance there, —
The noblest balm of all my wounds,
The cordial of my care.
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2 Dark the shadows in the vale,
Fierce the howling of the gale.
But the shining ones are near our door :
With our robes as bright as they,
We will tread the starry way,
With the shadow and the storm no more.
We'll meet, &c.
3 Flood the heart with parting tears.
Frost the head wath passing years,
Mingle want and woe together here,—
But the Lord ^all lift the cloud
That enwraps the shining shroud.
And we'll never know a sorrow there.
We'll meet, &c.
FANNY CROSBY.
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In a beautiful land by the Eiver of Life,
A garden of fadeless flowers.
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WE'LL WAIT TILL JESUS COMES.
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No more my steps shall roam;
With him I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And reach my heavenly home.
WE'LL WAIT TILL JESUS COMES. Concluded. lOQ
1 Come let us join our friends above,
That have obtained the prize
And on the eagle wings of love,
To joys celestial rise. — Clio.
Let all the saints terrestial sing,
With those to glory gone ;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven are one. — Cho.
One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death. — CAo.
One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
Part of his host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now. — Cho.
His militant embodied host.
With wishful looks we stand.
And long to see that happy coast.
And reach the heavenly land. — Cho.
JACOB'S PRAYER.
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Jesus at Thy cross I lie
All the night till break of day,
Do not spurn my humble cry,
Saviour cast me not awa3\
Till thou bless and make me Thine,
Till Thy pard'ning love I know,
Till the light of mercy shine,
"Lord, I will not let Thee go ! "
Now Thy gentle words I hear,
" Go in peace " thy sins forgiven.
Thou hast dried the mourners tear.
Help me follow Thee to heaven.
Jesus, I Thy goodness bless,
Still with wondering love, adore ;
Let me never love Thee less.
Let me love Thee more and more.
SUFFICIENT IS THY GRACE,
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Is not each passing hour
A living witness to my heart
O f thy protecting power ?
If thus afflictions weigh me down,
To thee my soul would fly ;
Tho' lone: delayed the boon I ask,
'Tis but my faith to try.
I M^ould not doubt thy goodness Lord,
O give me strength divine,
Now help me consecrate to thee,
My life, and all that's mine;
Thus eliecrful will I journey on
Till all my trials past,
I reach the pearly gates of light,
And dwell with thee at last.
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Hark the words of our Master, be faithful,
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Press on where joys eternal flow;
Let us journey together along the shining
way,
And sing rejoicing as we go. — Cho.
3.
We are pilgrims to Ziou, though trials we
must bear,
We'll count them blessings in disguise;
Though the cross may be heavy, the crown
we soon shall wear,
In heaven, where pleasure never dies. Cho.
4.
When we walk thro' the valley and shadow
of the tomb.
Dear Sa^dour thou wilt be our guide ;
Thy smile like a sunbeam shall light be-
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And keep the ransomed at thy side. Cho.
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We are thiue, do thou befriend us
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep thy tlock, from sin defend us,
Seek lis when we go astray.
Blessed Jesus,
Hear, 0 hear us, when we pray.
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,
Blessed Jesus,
We will early turn to thee.
Early let us seek thy favor,
Early let lis do thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
"With thy love our bosoms filL
Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.
H08ANNA TO OUR GLORIOUS KINO ! 113
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Let every tongue proclaim :
Hosanna to our glorious King,
Hosauna to His name.
Ye souls redeemed from sin and death,
Ye bright celestial band
That shout and praise Him day and night
As 'round His throne ye stand,
With you we'll strike our golden harpy
In heaven we'll soon proclaim :
Hosanna to our glorious King
Hosanna to His name.
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Till we're called our rest to take. Cho.
Welcome, welcome, joyful, joyful welcome,
When we reach the shining shore;
Christ himself will bid his children welcome
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How long nnwise will ye pursue your woeiThe sun is falling and the night is nigh,
Here from the throne sweet waters ever go
Here the white lilies shine like stars above,
Here in the red rose burns the face of Love.
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Btill by the gate I stand as on ye stray,
Turn your steps hither, am not I the way ?
Why will ye wander ? Wherefore will ye die V
Look on my hands and side for I am He,
None to the Father cometh but by me.
For you I died, once more I call you home,
I live again for you — my children come !
NONE LIKE JESUS.
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2. Cast your sin on Jesus ; He will take it, Now forsake it-There is none like Jesus.
3. Cast your heart on Jesus ; Do not grieve him, Just believe him-There is none like Jesus,
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Oil ! stop, thoughtless soul, and consider
who spake,
Such words of sweet promise, to those who
will take;
"The Water of Life," he so freely will
give,
Then drink it poor sinner, 0 drink it and
live.. — Cho.
How pure is the fountain from Jesus, that
flows,
Its life-giving waters will heal all thy
woes,
Then come heavy-laden now sighing for
rest,
The Saviour invites thee, come, drink and
be blest. — Cho.
LIGHT BEYOND.
Words by FANNY CROSBY
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2 Lo, the Saviour walks before us,
He our never changing friend;
Bids us when the tempest rages.
Lift our eyes, there's light beyond. Cho
3 Tho' He chasten, 'tis in mercy
To his rod in meekness bend,
Tho' the night may close around us,
Blessed hope, there's light beyond. Cho.
•4 Onward, let us never weary,
They who now our path attend,
Soon will bear our spirit's upward,
Thank's to God, there's light beyond.
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"U'ords by Rev. SIDNEY DYER. R. LOTVRY.
•' Let us labor therefore to enter into that rest." — Heb. iv. 11.
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Press on, the goal is nigh;
The prize is straight before thee,
There's resting by and by.
3 Nor ask when overburdened,
You long for friendly aid,
"Why idle stands my brother,
No yoke upon him laid ?
The Master bids him tarry;
And dare you ask him why.
' ' Go labor in my vineyard, "
There's resting by and by.
4 Wan reaper in the harvest,
Let this thy strength sustain,
Each sheaf that fills the garner
Brings you eternal gain;
Then bear the cross with patience,
To fields of duty hie;
'Tis sweet to work for Jesus —
There's resting by and by.
OITE THYSELF TO ME,
GEO. LEACH,
1. Melt the cold- ness from my heart; Je-sus help me, I be - lieve:
2. All my fol - lies I re - sign; From my ev - il self I flee.
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Friends depart and foes betray;
Jesus lead my trembling hand, —
Thou Life and Truth and Way.
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WE'RE NEARER H03IE.
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2 Thongh dark our path, and lonely,
And clouds onr sky o'ercast,
Let us remember only,
That it will soon be past.
Nearer home, &c.
3 Whate'er of gloom or anguish
Life to our hearts may bring,
In doubt we will not languish.
But cheerful!}^ we'll sing.
Nearer home, &c.
COMFORT ME.
Music by W. H. PETTIBONE.
1. Weak and sin - ful, O my Fa-ther, Hop - ing, trust - ing, on - ly thee,
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Thou my life, my only treasure.
Let me give myself to thee,
Let me drink the healing fountain,
There is comfort still for me. Cho.
4.
Thou hast rolled away the burden,
Praise forever, praise to thee ;
Blessed pardon, now I feel it,
Thou hast spoken, Lord, to me, Cho.
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OUR LOVED ONES IN HEAVEN.
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Pressing toward the swelling tide;
Jesus will bear us safely over,
We shall anchor on the other side.
Saved by grace to his kingdom exalted,
When the billows of Jordan are j)ass'd,
We shall sing with the friends we have
cherished,
Glory, glory, we're home, home at last.
Would you sit, &c.
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2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
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 new lustre to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified,
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
1S4 HERE IS NOT MY REST.
Words by FAXNY CROSBY. A. VAN ALSTYNE.
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1. Here is not my rest, Je - sus kuoweth best The path of life for me :
2. Here is not my home, Yet con-tent I roam This de-sert wild be- low;
With my faith sec-ure I can all en- dure If still His hand I see.
'Tis my Fa-ther's voice, Bids my heart rejoice And tells me where to go.
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Chill the brightest hour,
I lift my soul above.
With my Saviour near
What have I to fear
Protected by his love.
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Where endless joys are given;
Lord, at home with thee
Sweet my rest will be.
Eternal rest in Heaven.
OJNE DAY NEARER HOME.
From J. M. EVANS.
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2 0 may I faithful prove,
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3 Jesus be thou my guide.
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Be thou my friend.
Be thou my shield and sun,
My Saviour and my guard,
And when my work is done,
My great reward.
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For Thou art there.
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Arr. by R. L.
1. When I can read my ti - tie clear, To mansions in the skies,
2. Should earth a -gainst my soul en - gage, And hellish darts be hurled;
CHORUS. O, the place, the hap - py place! The place where Je - sus reigns;
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Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall ;
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
O, the place, &c.
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There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenlj' rest ;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
0, the place, &c.
BELIEYER. CM.
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1. How sweet the name of
2. It makes the wounded
3. Dear Name, the rock on
Je - sus sounds In a be - liev - er'a ear ;
spir - it whole. And calms the troubled breast ;
which I build. My shield and hid - ing place ;
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Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
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I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath ;
So shall the music of thy name
Befresh my soul in death.
lORD, REMEMBER ME.
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When trials sore abstract my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day,
0, Lord, remember me. C/jo.
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When in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree.
Be this the prayer of my last breath,
0, Lord, Bememberme. Clio.
JESUS IS MINE. T. E. PERKINS, by permission.
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1. Fade, fade each earthly joy, Je - sus is mine! Break every ten-der tie, . .
D. S. Je - BUS a - lone can bless.
Je - sns is mine ! Dark is the wil-der-ness, Earth has no rest-ing place,
Je - sus is mine !
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2 Tempt not my soul away
Jesus is mine !
Here would I ever stay,
Jesus is mine !
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine !
Farewell, ye dreams of night,
Jesus is mine !
Lost in this dawning light,
Jesus is mine !
All that my soul has tried.
Left but a dismal void,
Jesus has satisfied,
Jesus is mine !
Farewell, mortality,
Jesus is mine !
Welcome, eternity,
Jesus is mine !
Welcome, O loved and blest.
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest.
Welcome, my Saviour's breast.
Jesus is mine !
NEARER TO THEE.
NEARER TO THEE. Concluded.
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Though like a wanderer.
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in ray dreams I 'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !
3.
There let my 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 !
4,
Then with mj^ waking thoughts
Bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
THE PILGRIM'S HOME.
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Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !
5.
And when on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky.
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly ;
Still all my sona' shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee !
Nearer to thee !
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While here I roam,
O'er my dark path to shine,
Heaven is my home.
O my sad heart be still.
Patient in every ill.
Thine be a father's will,
Heaven is my home;
3 There shall I see his face,
No more to roam,
Clasped in his dear embrace,
Heaven is my home;
Soon shall my spirit rise.
Joyful with glad surprise,
Up to its native skies,
Heaven is my home.
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3 "When our days of toil shall cease,
Waiting still for sweet release.
Nothing left but heaven and jDrayer,
Wond'ring if our names were there;
Wading deep the dismal flood.
Pleading nought but Jesus' blood;
Whisper softly, wanderer, come !
Follow me, I'll guide thee home !
1 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 ?
Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ?
God, your Saviour, asks you why ?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that you might live.
Will ye let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again ?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die ?
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Other refuge have I none ;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee :
Leave, O leave me not alone ;
Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on thee is stay'd ;
And my help from thee I bring ;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want :
More than all in thee I find :
Kaise the fallen, cheer the faint.
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name ;
I am all unrighteousness ;
False, and full of sin I am ;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found, -
Grace to cover 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 ;
Kise to all eternity.
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1 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 our way a thousand snares
Lie to take us unawares ;
Satan with malicious art.
Watches each unguarded heart ;
But from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon in glory be ;
Soon the joyful news shall come,
"Child, 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 sj^oil your peace,
Christ shall also conquer these ;
Then the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, come home."
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3 Oh, what a blessed hope is ours !
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers.
And antedate that day. Cho.
4 We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed.
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthern vessels filled. Cho.
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And let the vessels bi'eak ;
And let our ransomed spirits go.
To grasp the God we seek? Cho.
6 In rapturous awe on him to gaze,
AVho bought the sight for me.
And shout the wonder at his grace
Through all eternity. Cho. C. Wesley.
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Dr. HASTINGS.
1 O love divine, how sweet thou art !
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee ?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love, —
The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell ;
Its riches are unsearchable ;
The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see ;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, the height.
3 God only knows the love of God ;
0 that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart :
For this I sigh, for this I pine ;
This only portion. Lord, be mine ;
Be mine this better part.
4 0 that I could forever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet !
Be this my happy choice ;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
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1 O 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 Thy almighty arms !
3 Could we but kneel, and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God,
Then rise with lightened cheer —
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,
Will hear, in that we fear !
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1 Jesus I my cross have takeu,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shall be :
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or kno-^Ti;
Yet how rich is my condition !
God and heaven are still my ovna.
2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue:
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me :
Show thy face and all is bright.
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.
i Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Else o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
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And shall pass thy pilgrim days ;
Hope shall change to glad fruition.
Faith to sight, and j)rayer to praise.
1 " Mercy, O Thou Son of David !"
Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed,
" Others by the word are saved;
Now to me afford thine aid."
Many, for his crying, chid him,
But he cried the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him :
Come, and ask me what you will.
2 Money was not what he wanted.
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted.
Alms which none but He could give.
"Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day !"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
3 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around:
"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found !
0 that all the blind but knew Him,
And would be advised by me !
Surely they would hasten to Him,
He would cause them all to see."
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To the bound of the creation :
Shout the praise of Judah's Lion,
The Almighty Prince of Zion. Cho.
2 See the royal banner fl.^^ng.
Hear the heralds loudly crying,
"Eebel sinners, royal favor
Now is offered by the Saviour: "
3 "Here is wine, and milk and honey,
Come and purchase without money;
Mercy flowing from the fountain,
Streaming from the holy mountain. "
5 Shout, ye saints, make joyful mention,
Christ hath purchased our redemption;
Angels, shout the pleasing story.
Through the brighter worlds Qf glory. Cho.
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I'm happy, I'm happy,
0 wondrous account !
My joys are immortal;
1 stand on the mount !
I gaze on my treasure.
And long to be there.
With Jesus and angels,
My kindred so dear.
O Jesus, mv Saviour,
With thee I am blest !
My life and salvation.
My joy and my rest !
Thy name be my theme,
And thy love be my song,
Thy grace shall inspire
Both my heart and my tongue.
O, who 's like my Saviour ?
He 's Salem's bright king;
He smiles, and ho loves me,
He helps me to sing;
I'll praise him, I'll praise him,
With notes loud and shrill,
While rivers of pleasure
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1 My God, I am thine;
What a comfort divine.
What a blessing, to know
That my Jesus is mine !
In the heavenly Lamb
Thrice happy I am;
And my heart doth rejoice
At the sound of his name.
2 True pleasures abound
In the rapturous sound.
And whoever has found it,
Hath paradise found;
My Redeemer to knovv^.
To feel his blood flow.
This is life everlasting —
'Tis heaven below.
3 Yet onward I haste
To the heavenly feast;
That indeed is the fullness,
But this is the taste;
And this I shall prove,
Till with joy I remove
To the heaven of heavens
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The souls that believe, in paradise live,
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Mj'- soul, don't delay, he calls me away,
Kise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad
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"No mortal doth know what He can bestow,
What light, strength, and comfort — go after
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Xio, onward I move to a city above.
None guesses how wond'rous my journey
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Great spoils 1 shall win from death, hell,
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x\nd when I 'm to die, receive me, I '11 cry,
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These blessings: to seek them will none of
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In bondage, 0 why, and death will you lie,
When one here assures you free grace is so
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1 Happy Saviour, 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.
ROCK OF AGES. Concluded.
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Trust Thee as the only light,
In the darkest hour of night ;
Trust in sickness, trust in health.
Trust in povertj'- and wealth ;
Trust in joy, and trust in grief,
Trust Thy promise for relief.
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.
CHRISTMAS.
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1 A glory glids the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun :
It gives a light to every age;
it gives, but sxDrrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat :
Its truths upon the nations rise ;
They rise, but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be thine.
For such a bright display,
As makes a word of darkness shine
AVith beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love.
Till glorj' breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
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1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on ;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high ;
'Tis he whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey ;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy v/ay.
4 Blest Saviour ! introduced by thee.
Our race have we begun ;
And crown'd with vicfry at thy feet,
"We'll lay our trophies down.
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1 jlll hail the power of Jesus' name !
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
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And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe.
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 0 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 for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim, —
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy Name.
Jesus!— the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease ;
'Tis music in the sinners ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean ;
His blood availed for me.
He speaks, — and, list'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive ;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.
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For whose courts we're sighing,
Soon our Lord will bid us come
To our Father's kingdom.
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1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee ;
No other help I know ;
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah, whither shall I go ?
CHO. — I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me ;
And through his blood, his precious
I shall from sin be free. [blood,
2 What did thine only Son endure
Before I di-ew my breath !
What jjain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death. Cho.
3 Author of faith to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes ;
O, may I now receive that gift ;
My soul without it dies. Cho.
4 Surely thou canst not let me die;
0 speak, and I shall live ;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give. Cho.
5 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face ;
Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy jDard'ning grace. Cho.
CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. C. M.
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1 There is a fountain filled 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 Thou dying Lamb ! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
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Are saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supplj^
Kedeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save.
When this poor, lisping, stammering
Lies silent in the grave. [tongue,
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But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise.
And dwell on earth no more. — Cho.
3 No cloud those regions know —
Realms ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there. — Cho.
4 0 may the prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love.
Till wings of faith and strong desire,
Bear every thought above. — Cho.
1 And may I still get there ?
Still reach the heavenly shore ?
The land forever bright and fixir,
Where sorrow reigns no more ?
Cno. — I'm glad salvation's free,
I'm glad salvation's free,
Salvation's free for you and me,
I'm glad salvation's free.
2 Shall I, unworthy I,
To fear and doubt be given,
Mount up at last, and happy fly
On angel's wings to heaven. — Cho.
3 Hail, love divine and pure,
Hail, mercy from the skies !
My hopes are bright, and now secure,
Upborne by faith I rise. — Cho.
4 I j)art with earth and sin.
And shout the danger's past.
My Saviour takes me fully in.
And I am his at last. — Cho.
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1 0, sing to me of heaven,
When I am called to die.
Sing songs of holy ecstacy.
To waft my soul on high.
2 When the last moment comes,
O, watch my dying face.
To catch the bright seraphic gleam,
Which o'er my features plays.
3 Then to my raptured soul,
Let one sweet song be given.
Let music cheer me last on earth,
And greet me first in heaven.
4 Then round my senseless clay,
Assemble those I love.
And sing of heaven, delightful heaven,
My glorious home above.
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Long as they live should Christians pray ;
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If cares distract, or fears dismay;
If guilt deject; if sin distress;
l-a HV-i-ry case, still watch and pray.
'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak:
Though thought be broken, language lame,
Pray, if tho;i canst or canst not speak;
But pray with faith in Jesus' name.
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Depend on him; thou canst not fail;
Make all thy wants and wishes known;
Fear not; his merits must prevail:
Ask but in faith, it shall be done.
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A place than all besides more sweet. —
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene, where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend:
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet,
Around one common mercy-seat.
4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat.
Had suff 'ring saints no mercy-seat ?
5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet.
While glory crowns the mercy-seat.
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Dr. T. HASTINGS.
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^Vhen I 've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave.
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
i Till then — nor is my boasting vain-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ;
And, O, may this my glory be —
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
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REST ON THE BEAUTIFUL SHORE.
Words by W. BENNETT. HUBERT P, MAIN.
"There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God."
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There we'll rest with our Lord whilst the ages
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And bask in the light of the beautiful shore. C7«o.
3 But the joy of that home no mortal doth know,
For between us and it, a dark river doth flow.
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Then be faithful, my soul, a few Aveary years.
In thy wilderness journey of sorrow and tears,
Till the Master shall say : Thy warfare is o'er,
Then away to thy rest on the beautiful shore.
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Its walls decked with jewels most rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold ;
But what must it be to be there !
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From sorrow, temptation, and care.
From trials without and within —
But what must it be to be there !
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The robes which the glorified wear,
The church of the first-born above —
But what must it be to be there !
5 O Lord, in the valley of wo,
Our spirits for heaven prepare.
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there !
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Our duty pursuing, j_ No longer delaying.
Nor drown with rejoicing the wailing of
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Our path will be brighter.
The nearer our Master's own foot-prints we .
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The crown is just o'er us,
And working for Jesus brings precious re-
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May 5th, 1859.
LONELY TRAYELER.
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Welcome sorrow, grief, and i^ain,
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Up ward's my way;
Yonder is my rest and lot,
I can not stay.
Farewell, earthly pleasures all,
Pilgi-im I'll roam;
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Yonder's ray home.
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2. He sought me in the wil - derness And found me there in deep distress,
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His promises my mind console;
When earth and hell my soul assail.
His grace and mercy never fail. Clio.
When death shall steal upon my
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To damp and quench the vital flame,
I'll turn me to my Saviour's breast.
And then recline and sweetly rest.
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JESUS, BLESSED JESUS,
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Keep me near tby side;
Lest the world's allurements
Cause my feet to slide.
On the rock of ages.
Firmly let me stand,
Yielding strict obedience.
To my Lord's command.
3 Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thus through life's dark maze.
May I seek thy glory,
May I live thy praise.
Looking for that mansion
Of the pure and blest,
"WTaere the meek and lowly
Enter into rest.
1v^4. 1 Purer yet and purer
I would be in mind,
Dearer yet and dearer
Every duty find.
Hoping still and trasting
God without a fear,
Patiently believing
He will make all clear.
2 Calmer yet, and calmer
Trial bear and pain.
Surer yet and surer
Peace at last to gain.
Suffering still and doing.
To His will resigned.
And to God subduing
Heart, and will, aud mind.
3 Higher yet and higher
Out of clouds and night,
Nearer yet and nearer
Rising to the light — ■
Light, serene and holy,
Where my soul maj^ rest,
Purified and lowly,
Sanctified and blest.
4 Quicker yet and quicker
Ever onward press.
Firmer yet and firmer
Step as I progress :
Oft these earnest longings
Swell within my breast;
Yet their inner meaning
Ne'er can be expressed.
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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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1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of Thee ;
No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O may we ever hear Thy voice,
In mercy to us speak ;
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Saviour shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decaj'.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all the favored throng.
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.
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3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out strong cries and tears,
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What every member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame ;
II : The bruised reed he never breaks, :||
Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 The let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power ;
II : We shall obtain deliv'ring grace :||
In every trying hour.
1 O for a faith that will not shrink,
Though press'd by every foe.
That will not tremble on the brink
Of anj'' earthly woe ;
2 That will not murmur or complain.
Beneath the chast'ning rod,
But, in the hour of grief and pain.
Will lean upon its God ;
' A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without ;
That when in danger knows no fear.
In darkness feels no doubt ;
t That bears, unmoved, the world's dread
Nor heeds its scornful smile ; [frown,
That seas of trouble cannot drown,
Or Satan's arts beguile;
5 A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Illumes a dying bed.
6 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste e'en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
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Where beautj' smiles eternally, And pleasure[0?nt^ ] nev-er dies :
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With fear on every side, —
When fiercely howls the gathering storm.
And foams the angry tide, —
Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom.
Breaks forth the light of morn,
Bright beaming from my Father's house,
To cheer the soul forlorn.
3 Yes, even at that fearful hour.
When death shall seize its prey.
And from the place that knows us now.
Shall hurry us away, —
The vision of that heavenlj'- home
Shall cheer the parting soul.
And o'er it mounting to the skies,
A tide of rapture roll.
4 In that pure home of tearless joy
Earth's parted friends shall meet,
With smiles of love that never fade,
And blessedness comiDlete;
There, there adieus are sounds unknown;
Death frowns not on that scene.
But life, and glorious beauty, shine,
Untroubled and serene.
1 There is an hour of hallowed peace,
For those with cares oppressed.
When sighs and sorrowing shall cease,
And all be hushed to rest: —
'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts which here annoy;
Then they, who oft have sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.
2 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows.
On that celestial shore:
There, purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;
There, they, who oft have sown in tears.
Shall reap again in jo}'.
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2 Its pleasures can no longer j)lease,
Nor happiness afford:
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.
3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice;
I bid them all depart :
His name, his love, his gracious voice.
Have fix'd my roving heart.
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1 We meet upon this lonely shore,
Those whom we dearly love:
When shall we meet to part no more,
When shall we meet above ?
3 We meet to bid the sad farewell;
To love, to sigh, to part;
Alas, how soon the sweetest spell
Is driven from the heart !
3 The fairest flowers we fondly love.
How soon their beauty dies !
But purer they will bloom above.
In bowers of paradise.
4 In that bright, happy land afar
We '11 find, the loved, the lost;
And nought our happiness can mar.
When life's rough sea is crossed.
5 There love, so pure, so rich, so deep
Fills every heart with joy;
Faith shall its full fruition reap.
For doubt can ne'er alloy.
6 We '11 meet again when storms are o'er,
The ills of life are past;
When partings rend the heart no more,
We'll meet, we '11 meet at last.
1 0, 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 '11 adore;
And when my frame dissolves in death
My soul shall love thee more.
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2. Was it for crimes that I liad done He groaned up - on the tree?
3. Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,
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'Tis all that I can do. Cho.
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1 O what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found !
Suited to every sinner's case.
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here ;
Salvation, like a river, rolls.
Abundant, free, and clear.
3 Come, then, with all your wants and
Your every burden bring ; [wounds;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds, —
A deep, celestial spring.
4 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace ;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.
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Search, Lord, for thou canst tell
If aught can raise my passions thus,
Or please my soul so well. Cho.
2 Not softest strains can charm my
Like thy beloved name; fears,
Nor ought beneath the skies inspire
My heart with equal flame. Cho.
3 Where'er I look, my wondering
Unnumbered blessing see; [eyes
But what is life, with all its bliss,
If once compared with thee. Cho.
5 No : thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joj^ :
Forever let thy boundless grace
My sweetest thoughts employ. Cho.
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And never with'ring flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours. Cho.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood.
While Jordan rolled between. Cho.
4 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscajDe o'er, [flood
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold
Should fright us from the shore. Cho.
1 O Mother, dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee ?
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When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see ? Cho.
O happy harbor of God's saints !
0 sweet and pleasant soil !
In thee no sorrows can be found.
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. Cho.
No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines like the sun,
For God himself gives light. Cho.
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Thj' bulwarks diamond square,
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0 God ! if I were there. Cho. F. Qdarles,
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2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight !
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.
3 There generous fruits that never fail.
On trees immortal grow,
There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale.
With milk and honey flow.
4 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns.
And scatters night away.
5 No chilling wind, or pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.
6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face.
And in his bosom rest ?
7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay :
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.
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1 How pleasant thus to dwell below,
In fellowship of love !
And, though we part, 'tis bliss to know
The good shall meet above.
Cho. The good, &c.
2 Yes, happy thought ! when we are free
From earthl}' grief and pain ;
In heaven we shall each other see
And never part again.
Cho. And never part, &c.
Then let us each, in strength divine.
Still walk in wisdom's ways.
That we with those we love may join
In never-ending praise.
Clio. In never-ending, &c.
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Free salvation is the song. Cho.
4 When we all are safely anchored,
We will shout — our trials o'er;
We will walk about the city,
And we'll sing for evermore. Cho.
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Jesus, dear, I cling to thee;
When my heart is sad.
Thou wilt kindly speak to me.
Thou wilt make me glad.
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Jesus, dear, I trust in thee,
Trust thy tender love.
There's a happy home for me,
With thy saints above;
Jesus, I would come to thee,
Thou hast said I may,
Tell me what my life should be,
Take my sins away.
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I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home !
Sweet, sweet home !
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I shall be soon :
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond the pulse's fever beating,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home !
Sweet, sweet home !
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4 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever,
I shall be soon :
Beyond the rock waste and the river,
Beyond the ever and the never,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home !
Sweet, sweet home !
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O, dear Jesus, &c.
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Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.
Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear;
Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear
Kings with the harmony heaven's high
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Joyfull}-, joyfully haste to thy home.
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Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn.
Death shall be banished, his scepter be
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Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
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He lives to bless me with. His love,
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to help in time of need.
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He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, all glory to His name !
He lives, my Jesus, still the same,
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Eedeemer lives !
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While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
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If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pineV
And why are my winters so long ?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky ;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me to thee, up on high.
Where \\'inter and clouds are no more.
LOOK TO JESUS.
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3 Look to Jesus ! aged traveler
On life's long and changeful road :
See'st thou not? 'tis almost ended,
Soon thoult be at home with God :
Lean upon Him as you go,
Age and weakness stronger grow. Cho.
•i Look to Jesus ! steadfast ever
Let us on his glory gaze;
Though revealed here but dimly,
Brightly on our souls 'twill blaze.
If by looking here below,
Like to Him our spirits grow. Chor
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1 Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thj' blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidst me come to thee,
O, Lamb of God, I come, I come !
2 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in thee to find,
O, Lamb of God, I come, I come !
3 Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardoja, cleanse, relieve !
Because thy promise I believe,
O, Lamb of God, I come, I come !
4 Just as I am — thy love unknown,
Has broken every barrier down ;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O, Lamb of God, I come, I come !
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1 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above ;
Be thou our guardian, Thou our guide.
O'er every thought and step preside.
2 The light of truth to us display.
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart.
That we IVom 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.
In His enjoyment to be bless'd ;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss.
Where pleasure in perfection is.
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1 Why will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spares.
While in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot ?
2 Shall God invite you from above ?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love ?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain ?
And all these pleas unite in vain ?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
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 on each heart ;
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.
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1 Jesus, I fain would walk in thee —
From nature's every path retreat ;
Thou art my Vv'ay,— my Leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.
Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall ;
O reach me out thy gracious hand :
Only on thee for help I call, —
Only by laith in thee I stand.
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1 Eeturn, O, wand'rer, now return,
And seek an injured Father's face ;
Those warm desires that in thee bum,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Eeturn, 0, wand'rer, now return.
And seek a Father's melting heart ;
His pitjdng eyes thy grief discern.
His hand shall heal thine inward smart.
3 Eeturn, 0, wand'rer, now return,
And wipe away the falling tear ;
"lis God who says, "No longer mourn,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
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1 Behold a Stranger at the door !
He gently knocks, has knocked before ;
Has waited long — is waiting still ;
You treat no other friend so ill.
2 Oh ! lovely attitude — He stands
With melting heart, and loaded hands :
Oh ! matchless kindness — and He shows
This matchless kindness to his foes !
3 But will He i^rove a friend indeed ?
He will — the very Friend you need ;
The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Else, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out His enemy and thine.
That soul-destrojnng monster, sin, —
And let the heavenlj'^ Stranger in.
5 Admit Him, ere His anger burn, —
His feet, departed, ne'er return ;
Admit Him, — or the hour's at hand,
You'll at His door rejected stand.
1 God calling yet !— 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 slumbers lie ?
2 God calling yet ! — shall I not rise ?
Can I his loving voice despise,
And baselj' his kind care repay ?
He calls me still : can I delay ?
3 God calling yet ! — and shall he knock,
And I my heart the closer lock ?
He still is waiting to receive.
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ?
4 God calling yet ! — 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 !
God calleth yet ! — I cannot stay ;
My heart I yield without delay :
Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part ;
The voice of God bath reached my heart !
Gently.
ZEPHYR, L. M.
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Mercy is found, and peace is given ;
But soon, ah, soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2 "S^Tiile God invites, how blest the day !
How sweet the gospel's charming sound
Come, sinner, haste, O haste awaj^
While yet a pard'uing God is found.
3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to- the grave,—
Before his bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.
4 In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, —
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.
5 Now God invites ; how blest the day !
How sweet the gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinner, haste, O haste away.
While yet a x^ard'ning God is found.
1 When T survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that 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.
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 ?
■i Were the whole realm of nature mine.
That were a j)resent far too small ;
Love, so amazing, so divine.
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood ;
To dwell within thy wounds ; then j)aiu
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
Take my poor heart, and let it be
Forever closed to all but thee ;
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That f)ledge of love forever there.
How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side !
Who thence their life and strength derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.
4 How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring ;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown ?
5 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow
Our words are lost, nor will we know,
Nor will w-e think of aught beside, —
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.
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To take this stubborn heart away ;
And thaw, with beams of love divine.
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake
The seas can roar ; the mountains shake :
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
0 Lord, an adamant would melt :
But I can read each moving line.
And nothing moves this heart of mine.
4 But power divine can do the deed ;
And, Lord, that power I greatly need :
Thy Spirit can from dross refine.
And melt and change this heart of mine.
1 O that my load of sin were gone ;
0 that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down —
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Best for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
•Give me thy meek and lowly mind.
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set mj spirit free ;
E cannot rest till pure within, —
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ;
Thy light and easy burden prove ;
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labor of thy dying love.
I would, but thou must give the power ;
My heart from every sin release ;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour.
And fill me with thy perfect peace,
1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine ,
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sov'reign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace ;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood.
Thine would I live — thine would I die ;
Be thine through all eternity ;
The vow is past beyond repeal.
And now I set the solemn seal.
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.
Do thou assist a feeble worm
The great engagement to pevforni ;
Thy grace can full assistance lend,
And on that grace I dare dex^end.
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Thus far the Lord hath led me on ;
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
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Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, are near my home ;
But he forgives my follies past,
He gives me strength for days to come
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I lay my body down to sleep ;
Peace is the pillow for my head ;
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While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
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Thus, when the night of death shall come
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
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Come, weary souls ! with sins distress'd,
Come, and accept the promised rest ;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2.
Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace, —
How rich the gift, how free the grace !
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Dear Saviour ! let Thy powerfvil love
Confirm our faith, — our fears remove ;
Oh ! sweetly reign in every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.
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Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not thy mercies large and free ?
May not a sinner trust in thee ?
!My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So lot thy pard'ning love be found.
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0 wasli my soul from every sin,'
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
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My lips with shame my sins confess.
Against thy la^y, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
1 am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
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Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
"Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
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Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
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Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And shaken off my guilty fears.
And vex'd, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years:
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Though I have most unfaithful been.
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen.
Ten thousand' times thy goodness grieved:
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Yet, 0 ! the chief of sinners spare.
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To' exclude me from thy j)eople's rest.
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We thank thee, Lord, that we were born
Beneath the light of truth,
We thank thee, Lord, for christian friends.
To guide us in our youth.
O wash us in thy cleansing blood,
Our sinful thoughts remove;
Dear Shepherd, lead thy tender lambs,
And keep us in thy love.
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1 Glory to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light :
KeejD me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath the shadow of thy 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 slee^), at peace may l3e.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed ;
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Teach me to die, that so I may
Kise glorious at the judgment-day.
4 0 let my soul on thee repose.
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ;
Sleep, which shall me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 Lord, let my soul forever share
The bliss of thy paternal care :
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love.
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1 JesuR, my all, to heaven is gone, —
He, whom I fix my hopes upon ;
His track I see, and I'll iDursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2 The way the holj'- 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 have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not ;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.
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'I felt its weight and guilt the more ;
Till late I heard my Saviour say, — •
Come hither, soul, I am the way.
5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shall take me to thee, as I am :
Nothing but sin have I to give, —
Nothing but love shall I receive.
6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found ;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood.
And say, — Behold the way to God.
ROCKINGHAM.
Dr. LOWELL MASON.
1 Jesus, our best beloved friend.
Draw out our souls in sweet desire
Jesus, in love to us descend, —
Baptize us with thy Spirit's fire.
2 Our souls and bodies we resign,
To fear and follow thy commands ;
O take our hearts, our hearts are thine ;
Accept the service of our hands.
3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer,
Our Master's voice we will obey ;
Toil in the vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of the day.
4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place,
In hea\en, at thy right hand, prepare ;
ind till we see thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there.
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1 Bless, O, my soul, the living God ;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O, my soul, the God of grace ;
His favors claim thy highest praise ;
Let not the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot.
3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Sou
To die for crimes which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
•i Let every land his power confess ;
Let all the earth adore his grace:
My heart and tongue, with rapture join
In work and worship so divine.
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4 0 shine on this benighted heart,
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And let thy healing voice imj^art
A taste of joys divine.
1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve.
Come, with your guilt and fearoppress'd,
And make this last resolve :—
2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close ;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess ;
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
Without his sov'reign grace.
•i Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer ;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
0 I can but perish if I go —
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For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.
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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.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath.
The Christian's native air;
The watchword at the gates of death, —
He enters heaven with prayer.
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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1 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 ;
O, let thy kind, thy gracious word
Sustain my trembling heart !
4 O, never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat !
Still let me trust thy power and love.
And dwell beneath thy feet.
1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'niug jaowers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys ;
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,—
In vain we strive to rise ;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Father, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate;
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great ?
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers ;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shaU kindle ours.
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1 And can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away
For Jesus to receive ?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield;
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compell'd,
And own thee conqueror.
3 Though late, I all forsake ;
My friends, my all, resign :
Gracious Kedeemer, take, 0 take,
And seal me ever thine.
4 Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove ;
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul
With all thy weight of love.
5 My one desire be this, —
Thy only love to know ;
To seek and taste no other bliss, —
No other good below.
6 My life, my portion thou ;
Thou all-sufficient art :
My hope, my heavenly treasure, now
Enter, and keep my heart.
1 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis called to-day ;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.
2 Soon will the harvest close,
The summer soon be o'er ;
And soon your injured, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.
3 Then while 'tis called to-day,
O, hear the gospel's sound !
Come, sinners, haste, O, haste away,
While pardon may be found !
1 0 where shall rest be found, —
Kest for the weary soul ?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh ;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above.
Unmeasured by the flight of years ;
And all that life is love.
■i There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath :
0 what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Thou God of truth and grace !
Teach us that death to shun ;
Lest we be banish'd from thy face,
For evermore undone
1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears
The wond'ring angels see ;
Be thou astonish'd, 0 my soul ;
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we may weep ;
Each sin demands a tear :
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
GOLDEN HILL. S. M.
1 The praying spirit breathe !
The watching power impart ;
From all entanglements beneath,
Call off my peaceful heart ;
2 My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts oppress'd ;
Appear, and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.
3 Swift to my rescue come,
Thine own this moment seize ;
Gather my wand'ring spirit home.
And keep in perfect peace :
4 Suffer'd no more to rove
O'er all the earth abroad.
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.
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1 Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways into His hands, —
To his sure trust and tender care
Who earth and heaven commands
2 "Who points the clouds their course,
"Whom winds and seas obey :
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, —
He shall prepare thy way.
3 Thou on the Lord rely,
So, safe, shalt thou go on ;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.
4 No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care ;
To him commend thy cause, — his ear
Attends the softest prayer.
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1 O Lord, thy work revive,
In Zion's gloomy hour,
And let our dying graces live
By thy restoring power.
2 O let thy chosen few
Awake to earnest prayer :
Their covenant again renew.
And walk in filial fear.
3 Thy Spirit then will speak
Through lips of humble clay,
Till hearts of adamant shall break, — •
Till rebels shall obey.
4 Now lend thy gracious ear ;
Now listen to our cry :
0 come, and bring salvation near ;
Our souls on thee rely.
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1 A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify ;
A never-djing soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill, —
0 may it all my powers engage,
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live ;
And 0, 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 forever die.
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The heart of everj'' saint,
Invites us all our griefs to tell,
To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear,
We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.
3 Jesus, the Lord will hear
His chosen when they cry;
Yes, though he may awhile forbear,
He'll help them from on high.
4 Then let us earnest cry,
And never faint in prayer;
He sees, he hears, and from on high
Will make our cause his care.
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1 Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismay'd;
God hears thy sighs and counts thj' 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.
Still hea^';^^ is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down ?
Cast off the weight, — let fear depart,
And every care be gone.
4 Leave to his sov'reign sway
To choose and to command:
So shalt thou, wond'ring, own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand !
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1 Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Before our Father's throne.
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, ■
Our comforts and our cares.
We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part.
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil and pain.
And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
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I love thy kingdom, Lord,—
The house of thine abode.
The Church our blest Eedeemer saved
"With his own precious blood.
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I love thy Church, O God !
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3.
For her my tears shall fall ;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
4.
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
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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To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall forever be.
S3T^. 1.
How tender is thy hand,
O thou most gracious Lord !
Afflictions came at thy command,
And left us at thy word.
2.
How gentle was the rod
That chasten'd us for sin !
How soon we found a smiling God
Where deep distress had been !
3.
A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's love we knew:
'Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his promise true.
4.
Now will we bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide:
Jehovah ever be adored,
There is no God beside.
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My soul, repeat his praise.
Whose mercies are so great.
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2.
BQs power subdues our sins.
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
3.
High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
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1 They who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place ;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present eveiy where.
2 In our sickness and our health,
In our want, in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present every where.
3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
'Tis the time for earnest prayer ;
God is present every where.
4 Then, my soul in every strait,
To Thy Father come, and wait ;
He will answer every prayer :
God is present every where.
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1 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
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Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep ;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ;
Kaise thy spirit, dark and dead ;
Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep ; arise from death
See the bright and living path ;
Watchful, tread that path ; be wise ;
Leave thy folly ; seek the skies.
3'Leave thy folly ; cease from crime ;
From this hour redeem thy time ;
Life secure without delay ;
Evil is thy mortal day.
4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep ;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ,
Jesus calls from death and night ;
Jesus waits to shed his light.
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1 "With joy we lift onr 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,
"S\^ith 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.
1 And is there, Lord, a rest
For weary souls designed,
"Where not a care shall stir the breast
Or sorrow entrance find ?
2 Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet.
And live, and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat ?
3 Forever blessed they,
Whose joj^ul feet shall stand,
While endless ages waste away.
Amid that glorious land !
4 My soul would thither tend,
While toilsome years are given ;
Then let me, gracious God ascend
To sweet repose in heaven.
SILTER STREET.
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1 Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing ;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 Come, worship at his throne ;
Come, bow before the Lord ;
We are his work, and not our own ;
He formed us by his word.
3 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod ;
Come, like the jDeoi^le of his choice,
And ov/n your gracious God.
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1 Come, peace divine — celestial Dove !
And make the notes of sacred love :
Now let our earthly cares depart,
And Jesus dwell in every heart.
2 Come ! Blessed Hope — Eternal Spring !
Whence all our purest joys we bring ;
Here may thy tranquil waters flow
Till every soul with rapture glow.
3 Come ! Faith in God! with mighty pow'r
And crown with light this hallow'd hour;
Eemove the clouds that veil our skies
And bid the sun of glory rise !
1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee .*
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth.
And thus debase my heavenly birth ?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go ?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense :
One sovereign word can di-aw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone :
In secret silence of the mind.
My heaven, and there my God I find.
1 How blest the sacred tie that binds
In sweet communion kindred minds ;
How swift the heavenly course they run,
"Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes
are one !
2 To each the soul of each how dear !
What tender love, what holy fear;
How does the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!
3 Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and human woe !
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire.
When dimly burns fair nature's fire ;
Then shall they meet in realms above—
A heaven of joy — a heaven of love.
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The gladly solemn sound ;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come ;
Keturn, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made :
Ye weaiy spirits, rest ;
Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Eeturn, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,—
The all-atoning Lamb ;
Eedemption in his blood
Throughout the world jDroclaim :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Eetum, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell.
- som'd sin - ners, home.
And blest in Jesus live :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Eeturn, ye ransomed sinners, home.
5 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unb ought,
The gift of Jesus' love :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Eeturn, ye ransomed sinners, home.
6 The gospel trumpet hear, —
The news of heavenly grace ,
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Eetum, ye ransomed sinners, home.
1 Arise, my soul, arise ;
Shake off thy guilty fears ;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears :
Before the throne my surety stands,
:My name is wiitten 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 Five bleeding M'ounds he bears,
Received on Calvary ;
They pour eflectual prayers.
They strongly plead for me :
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.
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4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear anointed One :
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son :
His spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
5 My God is reconciled :
His pard'ning voice I hear :
He owns me for his child ;
I can no longer fear :
With confidence I now draw nigh.
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
MELODY. CM,
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My God, the spring of all my joys.
The life of my delights.
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights : —
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star
And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine
"With beams of sacred bliss,
If Jesus shows his mercy mine.
And whispers I am his.
4l My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Hun up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe ;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqu'ror through.
1 In mercy, Lord, remember me.
Through all the hours of night.
And grant to me most graciously
The safeguard of thy might.
2 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes.
Since thou wilt not remove :
0, in the morning let me rise
Kejoicing in thy love.
3 Or, if this night should prove my last,
And end my transient days ;
Lord, take me to thy promised rest,
Where I may sing thy praise.
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Before Jehovali's awful throne,
Ye nations 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'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs.
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
4.
"Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love :
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand.
When rolling years shall cease to move.
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Be thou, O God, exalted high ;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
2.
O God, my heart is fixed; 'tis bent
Its thankful tribute to present
And, with my heart, my voice I '11 raise,
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
3.
Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4.
Be thou, 0 God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed.
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
2^:3, 1.
Come, sacred Spirit, from above.
And fill the coldest heart with love;
Soften to flesh the flinty stone.
And let thy God-like power be known.
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O, let a holy flock await
In crowds around thy temple gate;
Each pressing on, with zeal, to be
A living sacrifice to thee.
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Praise God, from Avhom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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ABOVE tho waves of earthly strife, 10
Accept Him to-day, 116
A Chariro to keep I have, 179
A Crown of Glory bright, 124
Adorinr? Saints lift up your heads, 113
A Glory gilds the sacred page, 130
A HAPPY noME, 30
Ah ! this heart so void and chill, 1 11
Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, . . .156
Aletta, 37
All hail the power of Jesus name, 140
All night long till break of day, 109
Always with us, 27
Am I a SoLDiEK, 09
And can I yet delay 178
And is there, Lord, a rest, 184
And may I still get there, 143
Angels in the air, 106
Angels' welcome, 66
Arise, my Soul, arise, 186
At the Well, 48
Avon, 176
Awake ! awake the Morning dawns, ... 52
Awake! my Soul, stretch every nerve, .139
BALERMA, 176
Bartimeus 123
Beautiful Land on High, 14
Beatitude, 73
Before Jehovah's awful Throne, 188
Behold a Stranger at the door, 160
Behold the Saviour at thy door, 57
Believer, 126
Be stIll, my Heart, 21
Be thou, 0 God, exalted high, 188
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, .162
BiGLOW, 185
Bless, 0 my Soul, the living God, 175
Blessed are the sons of God, 36
Blessed Refuge, 83
Blest be the tie that binds, 180
Blest Jesus when my soaring thoughts, 157
Blow ye the Trumpet, blow, 186
boylston, 178
Bremen, 133
Brethren, while we sojourn here, 131
Bright and Beautiful Land, 98
Bright Zion, 86
Buckley, 101
By faith I view my Saviour dying, .... 13
CARE for me, 0, my Saviour, 77
Carlton, 155
Cast your care on Jesus, 115
Children op the Heavenly King, .. .183
Christians, I am on my journey, 45
Christ in his Heavenly Garden, 115
Christmas, 139
Christ within, 137
Cleansing Fountain, 142
Clouds and darkness round about thee, 40
Come, COME TO Jesus, 89
Come Gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, .168
Come, Holy Spirit heavenly Dove, 177
Come, Humble Sinner in whose breast, 176
Come, let us join our friends above, . . , 109
Come, my Soul thy suit prepare, 3
Come, peace divine, celestial Dove, . . . 185
Come, Pilgrims don't grow weary, 53
Com.e, Sacred Spirit from above, 188
Come, Sinners to the Gospel feast, 49
Come, sound His praise abroad, 184
Come thou Fount, 15
Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 40
Come, weary Souls, with sins distres'd_172
Commit thou all thy griefs, 179
Comfort Me, ^ 121
Conquer and Rest, 54
Coronation, 140
Cross and Crown, 35
DARK is many a day below, 32
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat, ..177
De Fleury, 166
Delay not, delay not, 0 sinner draw near, 47
Dennis, 180
Depth of Mercy, can there be, 182
Diadem, 140
Did Christ o'er Sinners weep, 178
Duane Street, 174
EVENING Hymn, 174
Evening Shadows, 100
Even Me, 33
FADE, fade, each earthly joy, 128
Faraway, 81
Far beyond this mortal shore, 98
Farewell, 0 fleeting World, 71
Far from these scenes of night, 143
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, . . 142
Father, the Storm is high, 85
Fly swiftly round, 163
. Forever here my rest shall be, 11
Friends beyond the River, 68
From every stormy wind that blows. . . 145
From highest Heav'u where God resides, 163
From the Cross uplifted high, 36
GENTLE Saviour, yes I love Thee, . , 83
' Give Thyself to Me, 119
Give to the Winds thy Fears, • 180
Glory to Thee, my God this night, .... 17-4
Go AND TELL Jesus, 93
God calling yet ! — shall I not hear 1 . . . 169
God HATH SAID IT, 41
Golden Hill, 179
Golden Shore, 160
Guide, 130
HAMBURG, 169
Happy Child op Grace, 132
Happy Saviour, would I be, 138
Hear the Royal Proclamation, 135
HSAVEN 125
Heavenly Home, 18
Hebron, 172
He Leadeth Me, 95
He Lives, 165
Help and Relieve, 85
Here is not my Rest, 124
Heston, 49
Higher than I, 104
Hinton, 47
Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide, 130
Hosanna to our Glorious King, 113
How blest the Sacred tie that binds, . . 185
How happy every child of grace, . 132
How pleasant thus to dwell below, 159
HoAV sweetly the voice of the Saviour,. 82
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, .126
How tedious and tasteless the hours,. .106
How tender is thy hand, 181
I'M a lonely Traveler here, 149
I'm a Pilgrim going home, 45
I'm bound for the land of the living, . . 30
I'm kneeling at the threshold, 34
I AM Thinking OF Home, 6
I AM WAITING BY THE RiVER, 16
I AM Weary, 76
I come to Thee, 63
1 DO Believe, 142
If to Jesus for Relief, 25
I have heard of a place over there, 5
I know that my Redeemer lives, 105
I LOVE TlIEE 136
I love Thy Kingdom, Lord 181
I love to think of the heavenly land, . . 29
In a FEW days MORE, 50
In mercy, Lord, remember me, 187
In seasonsof grief to my God I'll repair, 104
In the cross of Christ I glory, 123
I SHALL KNOW ThEE IN THE MORNING, . 84
Is THERE ONE FOR ME, 69
It is not with the multitude, 80
I thirst Thou wounded lamb of God, . .170
I will not be afraid at night, 67
I WILL SING FOR JeSUS, 88
I'll SING OF Jesus, 150
TACOB'S Prayer, 109
^' Jesus, and shall it ever be, 145
Jesus, Blessed Jesus, 151
Jesus cares for me, 77
Jesus, dear I come to Thee, 161
Jesus, help me, 87
Jesus, I fain would walk in Thee, 168
Jesus, I long for Thee, 129
Jesus, I love thy charming name, 105
Jesus, I my cross have taken, 134
Jesus is calling us Home, 82
Jesus is mine, 128
Jesus is near, 61
Jesus, let thy pitying eye, 25
Jesus, lover of my Soul, 131
Jesus loves me, 103
Josus, my all to Heaven is gone, 175
Jesus, our best beloved friend, 175
Jesus paid it all, 31
Jesus, Saviour hear my call, 75
Jesus who knows full well, 180
Jordan's Ford, 32
Joyful away to Pisgah's mountain, 122
Joyfully, 164
Just as I am. without one plea, 168
LENOX, 186
Let me be Thine, 7
Let me die with Jesus near me, 55
Let me go, 96
Let the Shadows round me gather, 103
Let worldly minds the world pursue,. .155
Light Beyond, 117
Lonely Traveler, 149
Looking Home, 141
Look to Jesus, 167 J
Lord, abide with ME, 75 I
Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 171 '
Lord, I hear of Showers of blessings, . . 33
Lord, keep me Calm, 73
Lord, remember me, 127
Lulu, 184
MANSIONS are prepared above, 69
Martyn, 131
Mear, 177
Melody, 187
Melt tho coldness from my heart, 119
Mercy's Free, 13
Mercy, 0 thou son of David, 134
'Mid Christians' hosannas, 148
Mighty to save, 70
Morris, 3
Must Jesus bear the Cross alone, 35
My days are gliding swiftly by, 38
My Father's House, 154
My God, I am Thine, 136
My God, permit mo not to be, 185
My God, the Spring of all my joys, 187
My Home is in Heaven, my rest, 66
My Home is There, 10
My Hope is built on nothing less, 62
My latest Sun is sinking fast, 97
My Mansion in the Sky, 24
My Soul repeat His praise, 181
IVTE ARER my God, to Thee, 128
^ None BUT Jesus, 4
None like Jesus 115
No Night in Heaven, 56
No Sorrow There, ....143
Nothing either great or small, 31
Not avith the Multitude, 80
Now, 0 God, Thine own I am, 37
NUREMBURG, 182
0 COME to bright Zion, 86
0 could T find from day to day, . , .155
0 for a Faith that will not shrink, 153
0 for a glance of Heavenly day, 171
0 for a thousand tongues to sing 141
Often weary and worn, in the battle, , . 146
Oh ! how sweet when we mingle, Ill
Oh ! lei not your hearts be troubled, . . 79
0 ! HOW I LOVE Jesus, 157
Oh! where do you journey my brother, 19
Oh ! Jesus, precious, bleeding Lamb, . . 24
0 land of rest for thee I sigh, 108
Old Hundred, 188
0 Lord how happy should we be, 133
0 Lord, Thy work revive, 179
0 Love, divine, how sweet thou art,. . .133
0 Mother dear, Jerusalem, 158
One day nearer Home, 124
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,. . . . 159
Only waiting till the shadows, 100
On the other shore, 17
Onward, let us never weary, 117
Opprest with noon days, scorching heatlOl
0 sing to me of Heaven, 143
0 tell me no more of this world's, 137
0 that my load of sin were gone, 171
0 Thou from wliom all goodness flows, 127
0 Thou in whose presence my soul, ... 42
0 Thou whose tender mercy hears, . . 176
0 to be there, where never tears, 125
Our Home Above, 90
Our loved ones gone before, Ill
Our Saviour when weary, 116
Over there, 5
0 what amazing words of grace, 156
0 what shall I do to be saved, 91
0 vv'hen shall I see Jesus, 28
0 where shall rest be found, 178
0 who's like Jesus, 105
0 WORK while 'tis day, 148
PENITENCE, 25
Pisgah's Mountain, 122
Pleyel's Hymn, 182
Praise God from whom all blessings, . . 188
Prayer is appointed to convey, 144
Prayer is the Soul's sincere desire, . . .177
Precious Jesus, 58
Precious to me the name of Jesus, 58
Prostrate dear J esus at Thy feet, 9
Purer yet and Purer, 151
pEFUGE, 138
i-^ Resting By and By, 118
Rest on the Beautiful Shore, 146
Retreat, 145
Return, 0 Wanderer, now return, 169
Robe and Palm, 59
Rockingham, 175
Rock of ages cleft for me, 138
Roll THE Clouds AWAY, 42
OAVE BIe, 9
^ Saviour like a Shepherd lead us, . .112
Scotland, 159
Shall we gather at the River, 22
Shall we know each other 1 102
Shepherd, 112
Shining Shore, 38
Show pity, Lord, 0 Lord forgive, 172
Silver Street, 184
Sinful Wanderer, • 20
Singing, ever Singing, ,114
Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep, .... 182
Sinners turn, why will ye die, 130
Soon be There, 52
Spencer, 173
Stay thou insulted Spirit, stay, 173
Stephens, 11
St. Thomas, 1<S1
Sufficient is Thy Grace, 110
sunshixe, 28
Sure Rest, 107
Sweet Hour of Prayer, 89
Sweet Rest IN Heave^', 53
I^HE Angels are singing to me, 74
• The (Christians security, 40
The Cross, 36
The Dear Ones all at Home, 162
The Farther Shore, 23
The Future Rest, 8
The Great Reward, 44
The Happy Place, 126
The Heavenly Land, 27
The Heavenly Visitant, 67
The Land of Beulah, 97
The Lord of the house has made a feast, 26
The Lovely Land, 158
The Mercy Seat, 145
The People of the Lord, 44
The Pilgrim's Home, 129
The praying spirit breathe, 179
The Realms of the Blest, 147
There is a fountain filled with blood,. .142
There is a homo where all is bright, . . 81
There is a land of pure delight, 158
There is a place of sacred rest, 154
There is a realm where Jesus reigns, . . 12
There is an Hour, 152
There is an hour of hallowed peace, . .154
There is joy for You, 79
There is light in the valley, 70
There is no friend like Jesus. 60
There is no name so sweet on earth, . . 38
There is rest for our pilgrim feet, 107
There's AN easier WAY, ..■ 78
The Royal Proclamat»dn, 135
These are the Crowns that we, 59
The Solid Rock, 62
The True Friend, 60
The Well is a flow from a life giving, . . 48
The Worth of Prayer, 144
They Avho seek the throne of grace, . . . 182
Thine Lord FOREVER 05
Thine Lord, 0 may I be, 7
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, . . . 152
TlIOU HAST DIED FOR ME, 92
Thus far the Lord hath led me on, 172
'Tis a point 1 long to know, 21
To God, the Father, Son, 181
TOPLADY, 138
Trusting, 67
Turn thee, 0 wanderer, 61
117AITIXG AT THE Door, 34
M Ware, 171
Weak and sinful, 0 my Father, 121
We are going, we are going, 90
We are out on the Ocean sailing, 160
Wedding Garment, 26
Weeping Soul, no longer mourn, 37
Weeping will not save me, 4
Yv^e gather in Thy Temple, Lord, 173
We have friends beyond the river, 68
We know not what s before us, 120
Welcome Home, 12
We'll w^ait till Jesus Comes, 108
We meet upon this lonely shore, 155
We meet you here, our comrades dear, 39
We're Nearer Home, 120
Wo shall meet no more to sever, 8
We shall meet on the shore, 50
We shall not forget tub story, 46
We shall part, but not forever, ... 72
We speak of the realms of the blest, . . 147
What shall I do, 91
What shall I do with Jesus, 64
What various hindrances we meet, 144
When Clouds hang darkly o'er my way, 92
When faint and weary toihng, 118
When I can read my title clear, 126
When I survey the wondrous cross, . . , 170
When life's labor-song is sung, 106
When we hear the music ringing, 102
When we pass through yonder river, . , 23
Where do you journey 1 19
While life prolongs its precious light . . 170
While we wave the palm of glory, 46
White Robes, 94
Who are these in bright array, 94
Why not learn to conquer sorrow, 54
Why should I doubt thy promise, Lord, 110
Why should I fear, 43
Why will ye waste on trifling cares,. . .168
Windham, 172
AV ith joy we lift our eyes, 184
With joy we meditate the grace, 153
Woodland, 153
Wood worth, 168
YES, since God himself has said it, . . 41
Ye Sinners, fear the Lord, 178
VEPIIYR, 170
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