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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/16455-8.txt b/16455-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..42006ef --- /dev/null +++ b/16455-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,17797 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Otterbein Hymnal, by Edmund S. Lorenz + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Otterbein Hymnal + For Use in Public and Social Worship + +Author: Edmund S. Lorenz + +Release Date: August 6, 2005 [EBook #16455] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Stephen Hutcheson +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +THE + +OTTERBEIN HYMNAL + +FOR USE IN + +PUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP. + + +PREPARED BY + +EDMUND S. LORENZ. + + +DAYTON, OHIO: + +UNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE, + +1892. + + +The General Conference of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ, +at its session in May, 1886, ordered,-- + +"That a small hymnal, adapted to general church purposes, be published +soon." + +_ADVISORY COMMITTEE_ + +MUSICAL. + +SAMUEL E. KUMLER. +CALVIN H. LYON. +MRS. A.R. SHAUCK. +JUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK + +LITERARY. + +PROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D. + + +COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT. + + + + +Introduction + + +The General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal +that should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance +with these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged +for its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the +Church, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly +competent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined +it in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It +is pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for +every phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity +and stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and +sprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here +for the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail +with delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many +of us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers +sang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social +meetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully +recommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it +will speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every +United Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that +it will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered +members. + + A. WEAVER, + _Senior Bishop._ +DAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +To he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian +life characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of +the United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian +experience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased +it--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its +church activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for +its full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for +revival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church +life, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been +forgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and +songs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it +seeks to express. + +In order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical +culture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by +side with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone +for lack of literary and musical grace. + +Doubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body +of popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to +include everything desirable in so small a volume. + +To the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, who +kindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of the +editor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very +helpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book. +The valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves +most kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable +copyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear, +will accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages. + +That this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands of +the workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the +accomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts +the same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the +editor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L. + +DAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890. +(Otterbein Hymnal.) + + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + +WORSHIP: NOS. + General Praise 1-29 + Sanctuary 30-42 + Sabbath Day 43-51 + Morning and Evening 52-61 +HOLY SCRIPTURES 62-71 +GOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES 72-93 +CHRIST: + Incarnation and Birth 91-103 + Life and Character 104-116 + Suffering and Death 117-140 + Resurrection and Ascension 141-153 + Exaltation and Reign 154-163 +HOLY SPIRIT 164-177 +MAN'S LOST ESTATE: + Man a Sinner 178-185 + Atonement Provided 186-201 + Invitation 202-225 + Warning 226-231 + Repentance 232-241 +THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: + Conversion 242-255 + Consecration 256-285 + Love and Praise to Christ 286-329 + Graces and Privileges 330-354 + Faith and Trust 355-378 + Affliction 379-383 + Prayer 384-399 + Christian Activity 400-422 + Christian Warfare 423-433 +THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH: + Security and Success 434-444 + Missions 445-459 + Ministry 460-465 + Church Fellowship 466-473 + Ordinances 474-483 +THE LIFE BEYOND: + Death 484-505 + Judgment 506-509 + Eternity and Heaven 510-531 +MISCELLANEOUS 532-548 + + + + +THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL. + + +1 Gloria Patri. + +Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the + Holy Ghost, +As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, + world without end. + Amen. + + +2 Gloria Patri. + +Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, +As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. + Amen. + + +3 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Psalm 100._ (1) + +Before Jehovah'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 are his people, we his care-- + Our souls, and all our mortal frame; +What lasting honors shall we rear, + Almighty Maker, to thy name? + +4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, + High as the heavens our voices raise; +And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, + Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. + +5 Wide as the world is thy command; + Vast as eternity thy love; +Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, + When rolling years shall cease to move. + + Isaac Watts. + + +4 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_All Men Invited to Praise God._ (3) + +From all that dwell below the skies +Let the Creator's praise arise; +Let the Redeemer's name be sung, +Through every land, by every tongue. + +2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; +Eternal truth attends thy word; +Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, +Till suns shall rise and set no more. + +3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, +In songs of praise divinely sing: +The great salvation loud proclaim, +And shout for joy the Savior's name. + +4 In every land begin the song; +To every land the strains belong; +In cheerful sounds all voices raise, +And till the world with loudest praise. + + Isaac Watts, 1713. + + +5 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Psalm 103._ (6) + +Awake, my soul, awake my tongue, +My God demands the grateful song; +Let all my inmost powers record +The wondrous mercy of the Lord. + +2 Divinely free his mercy flows, +Forgives my sins, allays my woes, +And bids approaching death remove, +And crowns me with indulgent love. + +3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, +Forever shines, while time decays; +And children's children shall record +The truth and goodness of the Lord. + +4 While all his works his praise proclaim +And men and angels bless his name, +Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue +Attend, and join the blissful song! + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +6 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Doxology._ + +Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; +Praise him, all creatures here below; +Praise him above, ye heavenly host; +Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. + + Thos. Ken. + + +7 Lord of All Being. L.M. + +_Omnipresence._ (17) + +Lord of all being! throned afar, +Thy glory flames from sun and star; +Center and soul of ev'ry sphere, +Yet to each loving heart how near! + +2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray +Sheds on our path the glow of day; +Star of our hope! thy softened light +Cheers the long watches of the night. + +3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; +Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; +Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; +All, save the clouds of sin, are thine. + +4 Grant us thy truth to make us free, +And kindling hearts that burnt for thee, +Till all thy living altars claim +One holy light, one heavenly flame. + + Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848. + + +8 Duke Street. L.M. + +_The Majesty of God._ (7) + +Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, +Attempt thy great Creator's praise; +But oh! what tongue can speak his fame? +What mortal verse can reach the theme? + +2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres, +He glory like a garment wears; +To form a robe of light divine, +Ten thousand suns around him shine. + +3 In all our Master's grand designs, +Omnipotence with wisdom shines; +His works, through all this wondrous frame, +Bear the great impress of his name. + +4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing, +Do thou, my soul! his glories sing; +And let his praise employ thy tongue, +Till listening worlds applaud the song. + + Thomas Blacklock, 1754. + + +9 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Life-long Praise._ (12) + +God of my life! through all my days +My grateful powers shall sound my praise; +The song shall wake with opening light, +And warble to the silent night. + +2 When anxious cares would break my rest, +And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, +Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, +Shall check the murmur and the sigh. + +3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, +And all its powers of language fail, +Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, +And mean the thanks I cannot speak. + +4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, +Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, +And emulate, with joy unknown, +The growing seraphs round thy throne. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +10 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Psalm 106._ (15) + +Oh, render thanks to God above, +The fountain of eternal love; +Whose mercy firm, through ages past, +Hath stood, and shall forever last. + +2 Who can his mighty deeds express, +Not only vast--but numberless? +What mortal eloquence can raise +His tribute of immortal praise? + +3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, +Thou to thy chosen dost afford; +When thou return'st to set them free. +Let thy salvation visit me. + + Tate-Brady. + + +11 Rockingham. L.M. + +_God Revealed in Christ._ (600) + +Now to the Lord, a noble song! +Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue, +Hosanna to th' eternal name, +And all his boundless love proclaim. + +2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,-- +The brightest image of his grace! +God, in the person of his Son, +Has all his mightiest works outdone. + +3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme; +My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: +Ye angels! dwell upon the sound; +Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground. + +4 Oh! may I live to reach the place, +Where he unveils his lovely face, +Where all his beauties you behold, +And sing his name to harps of gold. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +12 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Unceasing Praise._ (13) + +My God! my King! thy various praise +Shall fill the remnant of my days; +Thy grace employ my humble tongue, +Till death and glory raise the song. + +2 The wings of every hour shall bear +Some thankful tribute to thine ear; +And every setting sun shall see +New works of duty, done for thee. + +3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? +Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; +Vast and unsearchable thy ways-- +Vast and immortal be thy praise. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +13 Otterbein. L.M. + +_Psalm 95._ (4) + +Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, +Loud thanks to our Almighty King! +For we our voices high should raise, +When our salvation's Rock we praise. + +2 Into his presence let us haste, +To thank him for his favors past; +To him address, in joyful songs, +The praise that to his name belongs. + +3 Oh, let us to his courts repair, +And bow with adoration there; +Down on our knees, devoutly, all +Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. + + Nahum Tate, 1696. + + +14 Park Street. L.M. + +_Joining in Praise._ (75) + +Sweet is the work, my God! my King! +To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; +To show thy love by morning light, +And talk of all thy truth at night. + +2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; +No mortal care shall seize my breast; +O may my heart in tune be found, +Like David's harp of solemn sound. + +3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, +And bless his works, and bless his word; +Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! +How deep thy counsels! how divine! + + Isaac Watts. + + +15 Harvey's Chant. C. M. + +_The Goodness of God in His Works._ (26) + +Hail! great Creator, wise and good! + To thee our songs we raise; +Nature, through all her various scenes, + Invites us to thy praise. + +2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, + Fresh wonders strike our view; +And, while we gaze, our hearts exult + With transports ever new. + +3 Thy glory beams in every star, + Which gilds the gloom of night; +And decks the smiling face of morn + With rays of cheerful light. + +4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, + Thy varied love we see; +Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led + Through all thy works to thee. + + Anon. 1795. + + +16 Harvey's Chant. C.M. + +_Praise at all Times._ (27) + +My soul shall praise thee, O my God + Through all my mortal days, +And in eternity prolong + Thy vast, thy boundless praise. + +2 In every smiling, happy hour, + Be this my sweet employ; +Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, + And heightens all my joy. + +3 When anxious grief and gloomy care + Afflict my throbbing breast, +My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, + And lull each pain to rest. + +4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim + The honors of my God; +My life, with all its active powers, + Shall spread thy praise abroad. + +5 And when these lips shall cease to move, + When death shall close these eyes, +My soul shall then to nobler heights + Of joy and transport rise. + + O. Heigenbotham. + + +17 Harvey's Chant. C.M. + +_Psalm 66._ (24) + +Lift up to God the voice of praise, + Whose breath our souls inspired; +Loud, and more loud the anthem raise, + With grateful ardor fired. + +2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, + Whose goodness, passing thought, +Loads every minute as it flies, + With benefits unsought. + +3 Lift up to God the voice of praise + From whom salvation flows, +Who sent his Son, our souls to save + From everlasting woes. + +4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, + For hope's transporting ray, +Which lights, through darkest shades of death, + To realms of endless day. + + Ralph Wardlaw, 1803. + + +18 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s. + +_Adoration._ + +Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! + Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; +Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! + God over all and blest eternally. + +2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee, + Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; +Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, + Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be. + +3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee, + Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; +Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee; + Perfect in power, in love, and purity. + +4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! + All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; +Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! + God over all, and blest eternally. + + Reginald Heber--_alt._ + + +19 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s. + +_Psalm 95._ (18) + +Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, + And in his strength rejoice; +When his salvation is our theme, + Exalted be our voice. + +2 With thanks approach his awful sight, + And psalms of honor sing; +The Lord's a God of boundless might-- + The whole creation's King. + +3 Come, and with humble souls adore; + Come, kneel before his face; +Oh, may the creatures of his power + Be children of his grace. + +4 Now is the time--he bends his ear, + And waits for your request; +Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, + "Ye shall not see my rest." + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +20 St. Thomas. S.M. + +_Bless the Lord._ (29) + +Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! + Let all within me join, +And aid my tongue to bless his name, + Whose favors are divine. + +2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, + Nor let his mercies lie +Forgotten in unthankfulness, + And without praises die. + +3 'Tis he forgives thy sins-- + 'Tis he relieves thy pain-- +'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, + And gives thee strength again. + +4 He crowns thy life with love, + When ransomed from the grave; +He who redeemed my soul from hell, + Hath sovereign power to save. + + Isaac Watts. + + +21 Silver Street. S.M. + +_Psalm 103._ (34) + +Come, sound his praise abroad, + And hymns of glory sing; +Jehovah is the sov'reign God, + The universal king. + +2 He formed the deeps unknown; + He gave the seas their bound; +The watery worlds are all his own, + And all the solid ground. + +3 Come, worship at his throne; + Come, bow before the Lord; +We are his works, and not our own; + He formed us by his word. + +4 To-day attend his voice, + Nor dare provoke his rod; +Come, like the people of his choice, + And own your gracious God. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +22 Gates of Praise. + +_Gates of Praise._ + +Lift up the Gates of Praise, + That we may enter in, +And o'er salvation's walls proclaim + That Christ redeems from sin. + +Cho.--The stars may praise the hand + That decks the sky above, + But man alone can tell the pow'r + Of Christ's redeeming love. + +2 God's works reveal his might, + His majesty and grace; +But not the tender Father's love + That saves a dying race. + +3 Then let the voice of praise + To heavenly courts ascend, +Till with the songs the angels sing + Our hallelujahs blend. + +4 To him that hath redeemed + Our souls from sin's dark maze; +The Hope and Savior of mankind, + Be everlasting praise. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +23 Leighton. S.M. + +_Exhortation to Praise._ (32) + +Stand up, and bless the Lord, + Ye people of his choice! +Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,. + With heart, and soul, and voice. + +2 Though high above all praise, + Above all blessing high, +Who would not fear his holy name, + And laud and magnify? + +3 Oh, for the living flame + From his own altar brought, +To touch our lips, our minds inspire, + And wing to heaven our thought! + +4 God is our strength and song, + And his salvation ours; +Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, + With all our ransomed powers. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +24 Wilmot. 8s & 7s. + +_Psalm 148._ (53) + +Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him; + Praise him, angels in the height! +Sun and moon! rejoice before him; + Praise him, all ye stars of light! + +2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; + Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; +Laws, which never shall be broken, + For their guidance he hath made. + +3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; + Never shall his promise fail; +God hath made his saints victorious; + Sin and death shall not prevail. + +4 Praise the God of our salvation, + Hosts on high! his power proclaim +Heaven and earth, and all creation! + Laud and magnify his name. + + John Kempthorne, 1810. + + +25 Horton. 7s. + +_Psalm 107._ (50) + +Thank and praise Jehovah's name; + For his mercies, firm and sure, +From eternity the same + To eternity endure. + +2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, + Gathered out of every land; +As the people of his choice, + Plucked from the destroyer's hand. + +3 Praise him, ye who know his love; + Praise him from the depths beneath; +Praise him in the heights above; + Praise your Maker all that breathe. + +4 For his truth and mercy stand, + Past, and present, and to be, +Like the years of his right hand-- + Like his own eternity. + + James Montgomery, 1822. + + +26 Hallelujah! 8s & 7s. + +_Praise the Lord._ + +Hallelujah! song of gladness; + Song of everlasting joy; +Hallelujah! song the sweetest + That can angel hosts employ. + +Cho.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! + +2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, + Thou mayst lift this joyful strain; +Hallelujah! songs of triumph, + Well befit the ransomed train. + +3 Hallelujah! let our voices + Rise to heav'n with full accord; +Hallelujah! ev'ry moment + Brings us nearer to the Lord. + +4 But our earnest supplication, + Holy God, we raise to thee; +Bring us to thy blissful presence. + Let us all thy glory see. + + Anon. + + +27 Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s. + +_The Universal Song._ + +Praise to thee, thou great Creator! + Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue; +Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, + Join the universal song. + +Cho.--Glory to the Father and the Son, + Glory to the Spirit! three in one! + Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day, + And sing his loving kindness on our way. + +2 Father! source of all compassion! + Pure, unbounded grace is thine; +Hail the Lord of our salvation! + Praise him for his love divine. + +3 For ten thousand blessings given, + For the hope of future joy, +Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, + Sound Jehovah's praise on high. + +4 Praise to God, our great Creator! + Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; +Praise him, ev'ry living creature, + Earth and heav'n's united host. + + J. W. Fawcett, 1767. + + +28 Lyons. 10s & 11s. + +_Praise of Divine Love._ + +O worship the King, all-glorious above, +And gratefully sing his wonderful love; +Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, +Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise. + +2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? +It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; +It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, +And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. + +3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, +In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; +Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end, +Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! + +4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love! +While angels delight to hymn thee above, +The humbler creation, though feeble their lays. +With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. + + Sir Robert Grant, 1839. + + +29 Lyons. 10s & 11s. + +_Salvation to God._ + +Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, +And publish abroad his wonderful name. +The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol; +His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. + +2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; +And still he is nigh, his presence we have; +The great congregation his triumph shall sing, +Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. + +3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne," +Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son; +Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,-- +Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. + + C. Wesley, 1744. + + +30 Gerar. S.M. + +_The Glories of the Sanctuary._ (128) + +How charming is the place + Where my Redeemer God +Unveils the glories of his face, + And sheds his love abroad! + +2 Here, on the mercy seat, + With radiant glory crowned, +Our joyful eyes behold him sit, + And smile on all around. + +3 To him their prayers and cries, + Each contrite soul presents; +And while he hears their humble sighs + He grants them all their wants. + +4 Give me, O Lord, a place + Within thy blest abode; +Among the children of thy grace, + The servants of my God. + + S. Stennett. + + +31 Hendon. 7s. + +_A Blessing Implored._ (134) + +Lord! we come before thee now; +At thy feet we humbly bow; +Oh, do not our suit disdain; +Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? + +2 Send some message from thy word, +That may joy and peace afford; +Let thy Spirit now impart +Full salvation to each heart. + +3 Comfort those who weep and mourn; +Let the time of joy return; +Those that are cast down lift up, +Strong in faith, in love, and hope. + +4 Grant that those who seek may find +Thee, a God sincere and kind; +Heal the sick, the captive free, +Let us all rejoice in thee. + + William Hammond, 1745. + + +32 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Opening of Service._ (137) + +In thy name, O Lord! assembling, + We, thy people, now draw near; +Teach us to rejoice with trembling; + Speak, and let thy servants hear-- + Hear with meekness-- + Hear thy word with godly fear. + +2 While our days on earth are lengthened, + May we give them, Lord, to thee; +Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, + May we run, nor weary be, + Till thy glory + Without clouds in heaven we see. + +3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, + Thee thy people shall adore; +Tasting of enjoyment greater + Far than thought conceived before; + Full enjoyment, + Full, unmixed, and evermore. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +33 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Close of Service._ (141) + +Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, + Fill our hearts with joy and peace; +Let us each, thy love possessing, + Triumph in redeeming grace; + Oh! refresh us, + Traveling through this wilderness. + +2 Thanks we give and adoration, + For thy gospel's joyful sound; +May the fruits of thy salvation + In our hearts and lives abound; + May thy presence + With us, evermore, be found. + +3 So, whene'er the signal's given, + Us from earth to call away, +Borne on angel's wings to heaven, + Glad the summons to obey, + We shall surely + Reign with Christ in endless day. + + Walter Shirley, 1774. + + +34 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Plea for Parting Blessing._ (139) + +God of our salvation! hear us; + Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go; +When we join the world, be near us, + Lest we cold and careless grow. + Savior! keep us; + Keep us safe from every foe. + +2 As our steps are drawing nearer + To our everlasting home, +May our view of heaven grow clearer, + Hope more bright of joys to come; + And, when dying, + May thy presence cheer the gloom. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +35 Mendon. L.M. + +_Psalm 84._ (119) + +Great God! attend while Zion sings +The joy that from thy presence springs; +To spend one day with thee on earth +Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. + +2 Might I enjoy the meanest place +Within thy house, O God of grace! +Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, +Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. + +3 God is our sun, he makes our day; +God is our shield, he guards our way +From all th' assaults of hell and sin, +From foes without and foes within. + +4 All needful grace will God bestow, +And crown that grace with glory too; +He gives us all things, and withholds +No real good from upright souls. + +5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway +The glorious hosts of heaven obey, +And devils at thy presence flee; +Blest is the man that trusts in thee! + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +36 Mendon L.M. + +_The Presence of Christ._ (124) + +How sweet to leave the world awhile, + And seek the presence of our Lord! +Dear Savior! on thy people smile, + And come, according to thy word. + +2 From busy scenes we now retreat, + That we may here converse with thee: +Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;-- + Let this the gate of heaven be. + +3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear, + That we by faith may see thy face; +Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear + And let thy presence fill this place. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +37 Mendon. L.M. + +_Psalm 84._ (127) + +How pleasant, how divinely fair, +O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! +With long desire my spirit faints, +To meet the assemblies of thy saints. + +2 My flesh would rest in thine abode; +My panting heart cries out for God; +My God! my King! why should I be +So far from all my joys and thee? + +3 Blest are the souls who find a place +Within the temple of thy grace; +There they behold thy gentler rays, +And seek thy face and learn thy praise. + +4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set +To find the way to Zion's gate; +God is their strength, and through the road +They lean upon their helper, God. + +5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, +Till all shall meet in heaven at length; +Till all before thy face appear, +And join in nobler worship there. + + Isaac Watts, 1719 + + +38 Ward. L.M. + +_Before Sermon._ (122) + +Thy presence, gracious God! afford: +Prepare us to receive thy word; +Now let thy voice engage our ear, +And faith be mixed with what we hear. + +2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, +And fix our hearts and hopes above; +With food divine may we be fed +And satisfied with living bread. + +3 To us thy sacred word apply, +With sovereign power and energy; +And may we, in thy faith and fear, +Reduce to practice what we hear. + +4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; +Teach us to know and do thy will; +Thy saving power and love display. +And guide us to the realms of day. + + John Fawcett. 1782. + + +39 Migdol. L.M. + +_Acts 2:1._ (792) + +Command thy blessing from above + O God, on all assembled here; +Behold us with a Father's love, + While we look up with filial fear. + +2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! + May we thy true disciples be; +Speak to each heart the mighty word-- + Say to the weakest, follow me. + +3 Command thy blessing in this hour, + Spirit of truth! and till the place +With wounding and with healing power, + With quickening and confirming grace. + +4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide, + One true, eternal God confessed; +Whom thou hast joined none may divide, + None dare to curse whom thou hast blest. + + James Montgomery + + +40 Mear. C.M. + +_God's Presence in Sanctuary_. (111) + +Again our earthly cares we leave, + And in thy courts appear; +Again, with joyful feet, we come + To meet our Savior here. + +2 Within those walls let holy peace. + And love, and concord dwell; +Here give the troubled conscience ease-- + The wounded spirit heal. + +3 The feeling heart, the melting eye. + The humble mind bestow; +And shine upon us from on high, + To make our graces grow. + +4 May we in faith receive thy word, + In faith present our prayers; +And in the presence of our Lord, + Unbosom all our cares. + +5 Shew us some token of thy love, + Our fainting hope to raise; +And pour thy blessing from above, + That we may render praise. + + John Newton, 1779, _a._ + + +41 Mear. C.M. + +_Dedication_. (1175) + +Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands, + Built over earth and sea! +Accept the walls that human hands + Have raised to worship thee. + +2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send, + Within these walls t' abide, +The peace that dwelleth without end + Serenely by thy side! + +3 May erring minds, that worship here, + Be taught the better way; +And they who mourn, and they who fear, + Be strengthened as they pray. + +4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, + And pure devotion rise, +While, round these hallowed walls, the storm + Of earth-born passion dies. + + William C. Bryant, 1835 + + +42 Mear. C.M. + +_Psalm 122._ (106) + +How did my heart rejoice to hear + My friends devoutly say-- +"In Zion let us all appear-- + And keep the solemn day!" + +2 I love her gates, I love the road; + The church, adorned with grace, +Stands like a palace, built for God + To show his milder face. + +3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, + The holy tribes repair; +The Son of David holds his throne, + And sits in judgment there. + +4 He hears our praises and complaints; + And, while his awful voice +Divides the sinners from the saints, + We tremble and rejoice. + +5 Peace be within this sacred place, + And joy a constant guest! +With holy gifts and heavenly grace + By her attendants blest! + +6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, + While life or breath remains; +There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, + There God, my Saviour, reigns. + + Isaac Watts, 1719 + + +43 Lisbon. S.M. + +_The Sabbath Welcomed._ (81) + +Welcome! sweet day of rest, + That saw the Lord arise! +Welcome to this reviving breast, + And these rejoicing eyes! + +2 The King himself comes near, + And feasts his saints to-day; +Here we may sit and see him here, + And love, and praise, and pray. + +3 One day in such a place, + Where thou, my God, art seen, +Is sweeter than ten thousand days + Of pleasurable sin. + +4 My willing soul would stay + In such a frame as this, +And sit and sing herself away + To everlasting bliss. + + Isaac Watts, 1707 + + +44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Sabbath Holy._ + +O day of rest and gladness, + O day of joy and light! +O balm of care and sadness, + Most beautiful, most bright! +On thee, the high and lowly, + Before th' eternal throne, +Sing Holy! Holy! Holy! + To the great Three in One. + +2 On thee, at the creation. + The light first had its birth; +On thee for our salvation, + Christ rose from depths of earth. +On thee, our Lord, victorious, + The Spirit sent from heaven, +And thus on thee, most glorious, + A triple light was given. + +3 New graces ever gaining + From this our day of rest, +We reach the rest remaining + To spirits of the blest; +To Holy Ghost be praises, + To Father and to Son; +The church her voice upraises + To thee, blest Three in One. + + Christopher Wordsworth, 1858. + + +45 Auburn. C.M. + +_Sweet Day of Rest._ (66) + +Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, + On this sweet day of rest; +Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold + Enjoy a heavenly rest. + +2 Welcome, and precious to my soul + Are these sweet days of love; +But what a Sabbath shall I keep + When I shall rest above! + +3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray; + Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace; +Here, in thine own appointed way, + I wait to see thy face. + +4 Those are the sweet and precious days + On which my Lord I've seen; +And oft, when feasting on his word, + In raptures I have been. + +5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears. + In this sweet frame be found, +I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms, + And leave this earthly ground. + + John Mason, 1683. + + +46 Auburn. C.M. + +_Sabbath Morn._ (60) + +How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn + Along the eastern skies! +So, when the night of time hath gone, + Eternity shall rise. + +2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! + How soon the gloom hath fled! +So o'er the new created sight + Celestial bliss is spread. + +3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, + Through all the stilly air! +So calm may we this Sabbath be, + And free from worldly care. + +4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade + Our bosoms all our days; +And let each passing hour be made + A herald of thy praise. + +5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet + It flows from Jesus' breast; +It makes our bliss on earth complete, + It brings eternal rest. + + Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840 + + +47 Auburn. C.M. + +_The Lord's Day Morning._ (65) + +When the worn spirit wants repose, + And sighs her God to seek, +How sweet to hail the evening's close + That ends the weary week! + +2 How sweet to hail the early dawn + That opens on the sight, +When first that soul-reviving morn + Sheds forth new rays of light! + +3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; + Yet, while they gently roll, +Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, + A Sabbath o'er my soul. + +4 When will my pilgrimage be done, + The world's long week be o'er, +That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, + That day which fades no more? + + James Edmeston, 1820. + + +48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines. + +_Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94) + +Safely thro' another week, + God has bro't us on our way; +Let us now a blessing seek, + Waiting in his courts to-day; +Day of all the week the best, +Emblem of eternal rest. + +2 While we seek supplies of grace + Through the dear Redeemer's name, +Show thy reconciling face; + Take away our sin and shame; +From our worldly cares set free; +May we rest, this day, in thee. + +3 May the gospel's joyful sound + Conquer sinners, comfort saints, +Make the fruits of grace abound, + Bring relief from all complaints; +Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, +Till we join the church above. + + John Newton, 1779. _a._ + + +49 Lischer. (German.) H.M. + +_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98) + +Welcome, delightful morn! + Thou day of sacred rest; +I hail thy kind return; + Lord, make these moments blest; +From the low train of mortal toys +I soar to reach immortal joys. + +2 Now may the King descend, + And fill his throne of grace; +Thy scepter, Lord, extend, + While saints address thy face! +Let sinners feel thy quickening word, +And learn to know and fear the Lord. + +3 Descend, celestial Dove, + With all thy quickening powers; +Disclose a Savior's love, + And bless the sacred hours; +Then shall my soul new life obtain, +Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. + + Hayward, 1806. + + +50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8. + +_The Day of Rest._ (91) + +Welcome, sacred day of rest! + Sweet repose from worldly care; +Day above all days the best, + When our souls for heav'n prepare; +Day, when our Redeemer rose, + Victor o'er the hosts of hell; +Thus he vanquished all our foes; + Let our lips his glory tell. + +2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, + When we hear thy holy word; +When we sing thy praise, and pray, + Earth can no such joys afford; +But a better rest remains, + Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days, +Rest from sin, and rest from pains, + Endless joys and endless praise. + + William Brown, 1822. + + +51 Last Hope. 7s. + +_Sabbath Evening._ (93) + +Softly fades the twilight ray +Of the holy Sabbath day; +Gently as life's setting sun, +When the Christian's course is run. + +2 Night her solemn mantle spreads +O'er the earth as daylight fades; +All things tell of calm repose +At the holy Sabbath's close. + +3 Peace is on the world abroad; +'Tis the holy peace of God-- +Symbol of the peace within, +When the spirit rests from sin. + +4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be +Days of peace and joy in thee, +Till in heav'n our souls repose, +Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. + + Samuel F. Smith, 1843. + + +52 Lowry. L.M. + +_Morning Praise._ + +Awake, my soul, and with the sun +Thy daily stage of duty run; +Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise +To pay thy morning sacrifice. + +2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, +And with the angels bear thy part, +Who all night long unwearied sing +High praises to th' eternal King. + +3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, +And hast refreshed me when I slept; +Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, +I may of endless life partake. + +4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; +Scatter my sins as morning dew; +Guard my first springs of thought and will, +And with thyself my spirit fill. + + Bp. Ken, 1709. + + +53 Vigil. S.M. + +_Morning Song._ (1169) + +See how the morning sun +Pursues his shining way; +And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, +With ev'ry bright'ning ray. + +2 Thus would my rising soul +Its heavenly Parent sing, +And to its great Original +The humble tribute bring. + +3 Serene I laid me down, +Beneath his guardian care; +I slept, and I awoke, and found +My kind Preserver near. + +4 My life I would anew +Devote, O Lord, to thee; +And in thy service I would spend +A long eternity. + + T. Scott. + + +54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s. + +_Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171) + +Savior, breathe an evening blessing, + E'er repose our spirits seal; +Sin and want we come confessing, + Thou canst save and thou canst heal. + +2 Though destruction walk around us, + Though the arrows past us fly; +Angel guards from thee surround us, + We are safe if thou art nigh. + +3 Though the night be dark and dreary, + Darkness cannot hide from thee; +Thou art he who, never weary, + Watchest where thy people be. + +4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, + And our couch become our tomb, +May the morn in heaven awake us, + Clad in bright and deathless bloom. + + James Edmeston, 1820. + + +55 Hursley. L.M. + +_Evening Hymn._ (1165) + +Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, + It is not night if thou be near; +Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise + To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. + +2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep + My weary eye-lids gently steep, +Be my last thought, how sweet to rest + Forever on my Savior's breast. + +3 Abide with me from morn till eve, + For without thee I cannot live; +Abide with me when night is nigh, + For without thee I dare not die. + +4 Come near and bless us when we wake, + Ere thro' the world our way we take, +Till in the ocean of thy love + We lose ourselves in heaven above. + + Rev. J. Keble, 1827. + + +56 Eventide. 10s. + +_Evening of the Day._ + +Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; +The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! +When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, +Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! + +2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, +But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, +Familiar, condescending, patient, free, +Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me. + +3 I need thy presence every passing hour; +What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? +Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? +Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! + +4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; +Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away: +Change and decay in all around I see; +O thou, who changest not, abide with me! + + Henry Francis Lyte, 1847. + + +57 Eventide. 10s. + +_Closing Hymn._ + +Savior, again to thy dear name we raise +With one accord our parting hymn of praise; +We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, +And now, departing, wait thy word of peace. + +2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way; +With thee begun, with thee shall end the day; +Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, +That in this house have called upon thy name. + +3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; +Turn thou for us its darkness into light; +From harm and danger keep thy children free, +For dark and light are both alike to thee. + + John Ellerton, 1868. + + +58 Seymour, 7s. + +_Evening Devotion._ + +Softly now the light of day +Fades upon my sight away; +Free from care, from labor free, +Lord, I would commune with thee. + +2 Thou whose all pervading eye +Naught escapes without, within, +Pardon each infirmity, +Open fault, and secret sin. + +3 Soon, for me, the light of day +Shall forever pass away; +Then, from sin and sorrow free, +Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. + +4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known +All of man's infirmity; +Then from thine eternal throne, +Jesus, look with pitying eye. + + G.W. Doane, 1824. + + +59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s. + +_Evening Meditations._ + +Silently the shades of evening +Gather round my lowly door; +Silently they bring before me +Faces I shall see no more. + +2 O the lost, the unforgotten, +Tho' the world be oft forgot! +O the shrouded and the lonely! +In our hearts they perish not. + +3 Living in the silent hours, +Where our spirits only blend-- +They, unlinked with earthly trouble; +We, still hoping for its end. + +4 How such holy memories cluster, +Like the stars when storms are past; +Pointing up to that far heaven +We may hope to gain at last. + + C.C. Cox + + +60 Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain. + +_Evening Prayer_. + +Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining; +Father in heaven, the day is declining; +Safety and innocence flee with the light, +Temptation and danger walk forth with the night. +From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, +Shield us from danger, keep us from crime. + +Ref.--Father, have mercy, + Father, have mercy, + Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. + +2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call; +Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all. +Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might; +In doubting and darkness thy love be our light; +Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, +Wake in thine arms when morning returns. + + Selina Huntingdon + + +61 God Be With You. P.M. + +_Parting Blessing._ + +God be with you till we meet again, +By his counsels guide, uphold you, +With his sheep securely fold you, +God be with you till we meet again + +Cho.--Till we meet, till we meet, + Till we meet at Jesus' feet; + Till we meet, till we meet, + God be with you till we meet again. + +2 God be with you till we meet again, +'Neath his wings securely hide you, +Daily manna still provide you, +God be with you till we meet again. + +3 God be with you till we meet again, +When life's perils thick confound you, +Put his arms unfailing round you, +God be with you till we meet again. + +4 God be with you till we meet again, +Keep love's banner floating o'er you, +Smite death's threat'ning wave before you, +God be with you till we meet again. + + J.E. Rankin D.D. + + +62 Wonderful Words. P.M. + +_Words of Life._ + +Sing them over again to me, + Wonderful words of life, +Let me more of their beauty see, + Wonderful words of life, + Words of life and beauty, + Teach me faith and duty. + +Cho.--Beautiful words, wonderful words, + Wonderful words of life, + Beautiful words, wonderful words, + Wonderful words of life. + +2 Christ the blessed One gives to all + Wonderful words of life; +Sinner, list to the loving call, + Wonderful words of life; + All so freely given, + Wooing us to heaven. + +3 Sweetly echo the gospel call, + Wonderful words of life; +Offer pardon and peace to all, + Wonderful words of life; + Jesus, only Savior, + Sanctify forever. + + P.P. Bliss. + + +63 Give Me the Bible. P.M. + +_The Bible Desired._ + +Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, +To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed; +No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, +Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. + +Cho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining, + Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way. + Precept and promise, law and love combining, + Till night shall vanish in eternal day. + +2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, +When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; +Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, +Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near. + +3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, +Teach me the danger of these realms below; +That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten, +That light alone the path of peace can show. + +4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, +Hold up that splendor by the open grave; +Show me the light from heaven's shining portal, +Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +64 Shirland. S.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (170) + +Behold! the morning sun + Begins his glorious way; +His beams thro' all the nations run, + And life and light convey. + +2 But, where the gospel comes, + It spreads diviner light; +It calls dead sinners from the tombs + And gives the blind their sight. + +3 How perfect is thy word! + And all thy judgments just; +Forever sure thy promise, Lord! + And men securely trust. + +4 My gracious God! how plain + Are thy directions given! +Oh! may I never read in vain, + But find the path to heaven. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +65 Dallas. 7s. + +_Book Divine._ + +Holy Bible, book divine, + Precious treasure, thou art mine; +Mine to tell me whence I came; + Mine to teach me what I am. + +2 Mine to chide me when I rove; + Mine to show a Savior's love; +Mine thou art to guide and guard; + Mine to punish or reward. + +3 Mine to comfort in distress, + Suffering in this wilderness; +Mine to show, by living faith, + Man can triumph over death. + +4 Mine to tell of joys to come, + And the rebel sinner's doom; +O thou holy book divine, + Precious treasure, thou art mine. + + John Burton, 1805. + + +66 Evan. C.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (155) + +Lord! I have made thy word my choice, + My lasting heritage; +There shall my noblest powers rejoice, + My warmest thoughts engage. + +2 I'll read the histories of thy love, + And keep thy laws in sight, +While through the promises I rove, + With ever fresh delight. + +3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown + Where springs of life arise; +Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, + And hidden, glory lies. + +4 The best relief that mourners have-- + It makes our sorrows blest; +Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, + And our eternal rest. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +67 Evan. C.M. + +_The Latter Day._ (1018) + +Lord! send thy word, and let it fly, + Armed with thy Spirit's power; +Ten thousands shall confess its sway, + And bless the saving hour. + +2 Beneath the influence of its grace, + The barren wastes shall rise, +With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,-- + A blooming paradise. + +3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch + Her wings from shore to shore; +No trump shall rouse the rage of war, + Nor murderous cannon roar. + +4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days + Are in thy word foretold; +Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring + This promised age of gold. + +5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's + Unnumbered myriads cry; +Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven's + Unnumbered choirs reply. + + Thomas Gibbons, 1769. + + +68 Evan. C.M. + +_The Incomparable Richness of God's Word._ (150) + +Father of mercies, in thy word + What endless glory shines! +Forever be thy name adored + For these celestial lines. + +2 Here may the wretched sons of want + Exhaustless riches find-- +Riches above what earth can grant, + And lasting as the mind. + +3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, + And yields a free repast; +Sublimer sweets than nature knows + Invite the longing taste. + +4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice + Spreads heavenly peace around; +And life and everlasting joys + Attend the blissful sound. + +5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be + My ever dear delight; +And still new beauties may I see + And still increasing light. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +69 Devizes. C.M. + +_The Bible Our Light._ (149) + +How precious is the book divine, + By inspiration given! +Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, + To guide our souls to heaven. + +2 Its light, descending from above, + Our gloomy world to cheer, +Displays a Savior's boundless love, + And brings his glories near. + +3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, + In this dark vale of tears; +Life, light, and joy it still imparts, + And quells our rising fears. + +4 This lamp, through all the tedious night + Of life, shall guide our way, +Till we behold the clearer light + Of an eternal day. + + John Fawcett, 1782. + + +70 Devizes. C.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (158) + +How shall the young secure their hearts, + And guard their lives from sin? +Thy word the choicest rules imparts + To keep the conscience clean. + +2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, + That guides us all the day; +And, through the dangers of the night, + A lamp to lead our way. + +3 Thy precepts make me truly wise; + I hate the sinners' road; +I hate my own vain thoughts that rise + But love thy law, my God! + +4 Thy word is everlasting truth; + How pure is every page! +That holy book shall guide our youth, + And well support our age. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +71 Devizes. C.M. + +_Perfection of the Law and Testimony._ (154) + +Thy law is perfect, Lord of light; + Thy testimonies sure; +The statutes of thy realm are right, + And thy commandments pure. + +2 Let these, O God, my soul convert, + And make thy servant wise; +Let those be gladness to my ears-- + The dayspring to mine eyes. + +3 By these may I be warned betimes; + Who knows the guile within? +Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes; + Cleanse me from secret sin. + +4 So may the words my lips express-- + The thoughts that throng my mind-- +O Lord, my strength and righteousness, + With thee acceptance find. + + C. Wesley. + + +72 Manoah. C.M. + +_Faithfulness._ + +Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, + And speak some boundless thing; +The mighty works or mightier name + Of our eternal King. + +2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, + And sound his power abroad; +Sing the sweet promise of his grace, + And the performing God. + +3 His very word of grace is strong, + As that which built the skies; +The voice that rolls the stars along, + Speaks all the promises. + +4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue + But whisper, "Thou art mine!" +Those gentle words should raise my song + To notes almost divine. + + Isaac Watts. + + +73 Manoah. C.M. + +_Power_. + +The Lord, our God, is full of might, + The winds obey his will; +He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height, + The rolling sun stands still. + +2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land + With threatening aspect roar; +The Lord uplifts his awful hand, + And chains you to the shore. + +3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; + Without his high behest, +Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, + Disturb the sparrow's nest. + +4 His voice sublime is heard afar, + In distant peals it dies; +He yokes the whirlwind to his car, + And sweeps the howling skies. + +5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend; + Ye monarchs, wait his nod, +And bid the choral song ascend + To celebrate your God. + + H. Kirke White. + + +74 Manoah. C.M. + +_Eternity._ + +Great God! how infinite art thou! + What worthless worms are we! +Let the whole race of creatures bow, + And pay their praise to thee. + +2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, + Ere seas or stars were made: +Thou art the ever-living God, + Were all the nations dead. + +3 Eternity, with all its years, + Stands present in thy view; +To thee there's nothing old appears-- + Great God! there's nothing new. + +4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, + And vexed with trifling cares; +While thine eternal thought moves on + Thine undisturbed affairs. + +5 Great God! how infinite art thou! + What worthless worms are we! +Let the whole race of creatures bow. + And pay their praise to thee. + + Isaac Watts. + + +75 Italy. 6s & 4s. + +_The Trinity Adored._ (394) + +Come, thou Almighty King! +Help us thy name to sing, + Help us to praise; +Father all glorious! +O'er all victorious, +Come and reign over us, + Ancient of days! + +2 Come, thou incarnate Word! +Gird on thy mighty sword; + Our prayer attend: +Come, and thy people bless, +And give thy word success; +Spirit of holiness, + On us descend. + +3 Come, holy Comforter! +Thy sacred witness bear + In this glad hour: +Thou who almighty art, +Now rule in every heart, +And ne'er from us depart, + Spirit of power! + +4 To the great One in Three, +The highest praises be, + Hence, evermore! +His sovereign majesty +May we in glory see, +And to eternity + Love and adore. + + Charles Wesley, 1757. + + +76 All Saints. L.M. + +_Praise to the Trinity_ (391) + +Blest be the Father and his love, + To whose celestial source we owe +Rivers of endless joy above, + And rills of comfort here below. + +2 Glory to thee, great Son of God! + From whose dear, wounded body rolls +A precious stream of vital blood-- + Pardon and life for dying souls + +3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, + Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, +Makes living springs of grace arise, + And into boundless glory flow. + +4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son, + And God, the Spirit, we adore; +That sea of life and love unknown, + Without a bottom or a shore. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +77 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_God Incomprehensible._ (844) + +Thy way, O God! is in the sea, + Thy paths I cannot trace; +Nor comprehend the mystery + Of thine unbounded grace. + +2 'Tis but in part I know thy will; + I bless thee for the sight; +When will thy love the rest reveal, + In glory's clearer light? + +3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense + My captive soul surround; +Mysterious deeps of providence + My wondering thoughts confound. + +4 As through a glass I dimly see + The wonders of thy love; +How little do I know of thee, + Or of the joys above! + +5 With rapture I shall soon survey + Thy providence and grace; +And spend an everlasting day + In wonder, love, and praise. + + John Fawcett, 1782. + + +78 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Eternity of God._ (1071) + +O God! our help in ages past, + Our hope for years to come; +Our shelter from the stormy blast, + And our eternal home. + +2 Under the shadow of thy throne, + Still may we dwell secure; +Sufficient is thine arm alone, + And our defense is sure. + +3 Before the hills in order stood, + Or earth received her frame, +From everlasting thou art God, + To endless years the same. + +4 A thousand ages in thy sight + Are like an evening gone; +Short as the watch that ends the night, + Before the rising sun. + +5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, + With all their cares and fears, +Are carried downward by the flood, + And lost in following years. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +79 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Divine Perfections._ (182) + +I sing th' almighty power of God, + That made the mountains rise, +That spread the flowing seas abroad, + And built the lofty skies. + +2 I sing the wisdom that ordained + The sun to rule the day; +The moon shines full at his command, + And all the stars obey. + +3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, + That filled the earth with food; +He formed the creatures with his word, + And then pronounced them good. + +4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed + Where'er I turn mine eye! +If I survey the ground I tread, + Or gaze upon the sky. + + Isaac Watts. + + +80 Dundee. C.M. + +_Our Heavenly Father._ (21) + +My God how wonderful thou art! + Thy majesty how bright! +How beautiful thy mercy seat, + In depths of burning light. + +2 How dread are thine eternal years, + Oh, everlasting Lord! +By prostrate spirits day and night, + Incessantly adored. + +3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God! + With deepest, tenderest fears, +And worship thee with trembling hope, + And penitential tears. + +4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord! + Almighty as thou art, +For thou hast stooped to ask of me + The love of this poor heart. + +5 No earthly father loves like thee, + No mother, half so mild, +Bears and forbears as thou hast done + With me, thy sinful child. + +6 Father of Jesus! love's reward! + What rapture will it be, +Prostrate before thy throne to lie, + And gaze and gaze on thee. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849. + + +81 Dundee. C.M. + +_God's Ways Not Understood._ (848) + +God moves in a mysterious way, + His wonders to perform; +He plants his footsteps in the sea, + And rides upon the storm. + +2 Deep in unfathomable mines + Of never-failing skill, +He treasures up his bright designs, + And works his sovereign will. + +3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take; + The clouds ye so much dread, +Are big with mercy, and shall break + In blessings on your head. + +4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, + But trust him for his grace; +Behind a frowning providence, + He hides a smiling face. + +5 His purposes will ripen fast, + Unfolding every hour; +The bud may have a bitter taste, + But sweet will be the flower. + +6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, + And scan his work in vain; +God is his own interpreter, + And he will make it plain. + + William Cowper, 1772. + + +82 Dundee. C.M. + +_Majesty. Ps. 18._ + +The Lord descended from above, + And bowed the heavens most high; +And underneath his feet he cast + The darkness of the sky. + +2 On cherub and on cherubim + Full royally he rode; +And on the wings of mighty winds + Came flying all abroad. + +3 He sat serene upon the floods, + Their fury to restrain; +And he, as sovereign Lord and King, + Forevermore shall reign. + + Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549. + + +83 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Goodness of God._ (176) + +Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, +From ocean depths and spreading wood, +Ten thousand voices seem to cry, +"God made us all, and God is good." + +2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, +And downward pours his golden flood, +Night's sparkling hosts all seem to sky, +In accents clear, that God is good. + +3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says, +By God's own hand with speech endued; +And man, in louder notes of praise, +Should sing for joy that God is good. + +4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord; +But chiefly for our heavenly food, +Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word; +These prompt our song that God is good. + + John H. Gurney. + + +84 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Eternity of God._ (179) + +Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, + Or heaven and earth in order stood, +Before the birth of ancient time, + From everlasting thou art God. + +2 A thousand ages in their flight + With thee are as a fleeting day; +Past, present, future, to thy sight + At once their various scenes display. + +3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream-- + A passing thought, that soon is o'er; +That fades with morning's earliest beam, + And fills the musing mind no more. + +4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, + Each passing moment so to spend, +That we at length with thee may live + Where life and bliss shall never end. + + Isaac Watts. + + +85 Triumph. L.M. + +_God Seen in nature._ (178) + +There is a God--all nature speaks, + Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; +See, from the clouds his glory breaks, + When earliest beams of morning rise. + +2 The rising sun, serenely bright, + Throughout the world's extended frame, +Inscribes in characters of light + His mighty Maker's glorious name. + +3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, + And trace creation's wonders o'er, +Confess the footsteps of your God-- + Bow down before him and adore. + + Anne Steele + + +86 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Lord God Omnipotent._ (14) + +The Lord is King; child of the dust! +The Judge of all the earth is just; +Holy and true are all his ways; +Let every creature speak his praise. + +2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, +Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice; +From world to world the joy shall ring-- +The Lord omnipotent is King. + +3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare +Resist his will, distrust his care, +Or murmur at his wise decrees, +Or doubt his royal promises? + +4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, +His might decay, his love forsake, +Then may his children cease to sing-- +The Lord omnipotent is King. + + Josiah Conder. + + +87 Faben. 8s & 7s. D. + +_God is Love._ + +God is love; his mercy brightens + All the path in which we rove; +Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens: + God is wisdom, God is love. +Chance and change are busy ever; + Man decays and ages move; +But his mercy waneth never; + God is wisdom, God is love. + +2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth + Will his changeless goodness prove; +From the gloom his brightness streameth: + God is wisdom, God is love. +He with earthly cares entwineth + Hope and comfort from above; +Everywhere his glory shineth: + God is wisdom, God is love. + + Sir John Bowring, 1825. + + +88 Mannheim. 8s & 7s. + +_The Divine Glory._ (56) + +Lord! thy glory fills the heaven; + Earth is with its fullness stored; +Unto thee be glory given, + Holy, holy, holy Lord. + +2 Heaven is still with glory ringing, + Earth takes up the angels' cry-- +"Holy, holy, holy!" singing, + "Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!" + +3 Ever thus in God's high praises, + Brethren! let our tongues unite; +Chief the heart when duty raises + God-ward at his mystic rite. + + Richard Mant, 1828. + + +89 Azmon. C.M. + +_Creating Wisdom._ (184) + +Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise, + Thee the creation sings; +With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, + And heaven's high palace rings. + +2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! + How glorious to behold! +Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, + And starred with sparkling gold. + +3 Infinite strength and equal skill + Shine through the worlds abroad; +Our souls with vast amazement fill, + And speak the builder--God. + +4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace + Our softer passions move; +Pity divine, in Jesus' face, + We see, adore, and love. + + Isaac Watts, 1705. + + +90 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Trinity._ (388) + +Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord, + Whom One in Three we know; +By all thy heavenly host adored, + By all thy Church below. + +2 One undivided Trinity + With triumph we proclaim; +The universe is full of thee, + And speaks thy glorious name. + +3 Thee, holy Father, we confess; + Thee, holy Son, adore; +And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless, + And worship evermore. + +4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, + Our heavenly song shall be +Supreme, Essential One, adored + In co-eternal Thee! + + C. Wesley, 1767. + + +91 Azmon. C.M. + +_God is Love._ (183) + +Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, + And lift your souls above; +Let every heart and voice accord, + To sing that--God is love. + +2 This precious truth his word declares, + And all his mercies prove; +Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears, + To show that--God is love. + +3 Behold his patience lengthened out + To those who from him rove, +And calls effectual reach their hearts, + To teach them--God is love. + +4 The work begun is carried on + By power from heaven above; +And every step from first to last, + Declares that--God is love. + + George Burder, 1784. + + +92 Azmon. C.M. + +_God's Constant Goodness._ (179) + +Jehovah God! thy gracious power + On every hand we see; +Oh, may the blessings of each hour + Lead all our thoughts to thee. + +2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, + And reaches to the skies; +Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, + Thy goodness never dies. + +3 In all the varying scenes of time, + On thee our hopes depend; +In every age, in every clime, + Our Father and our Friend. + + John Thompson, 1810 + + +93 God is Love. P.M. + +_Praise for God's Love._ + +Come, let us all unite to sing, + God is love; +Let heav'n and earth their praises bring, + God is love; +Let every soul from sin awake, +Each in his heart sweet music make, +And sing with us for Jesus' sake, + For God is love. + +Ref.--God is love, + God is love. + Come, let us all unite to sing + That God is love. + +2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound, + God is love; +In Christ we have redemption found, + God is love; +His blood has washed our sins away, +His Spirit turned our night to day, +And now we can rejoice to say + That God is love. + +3 How happy is our portion here, + God is love; +His promises our spirits cheer, + God is love; +He is our sun and shield by day, +Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay; +He will be with us all the way; + Our God is love. + + Anon. + + +94 Carol. C.M.D. + +_The Angels' Song._ (206) + +It came upon the midnight clear, + That glorious song of old, +From angels bending near the earth, + To touch their harps of gold; +"Peace to the earth, good-will to men, + From heaven's all gracious King:" +The earth in solemn stillness lay, + To hear the angels sing. + +2 Still through the cloven skies they come, + With peaceful wings unfurled; +And still celestial music floats + O'er all the weary world; +Above its sad and lowly plains + They bend on heavenly wing, +And ever o'er its Babel sounds, + The blessed angels sing. + +3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, + Whose forms are bending low, +Who toil along the climbing way, + With painful steps and slow;-- +Look up! for glad and golden hours + Come swiftly on the wing; +Oh, rest beside the weary road, + And hear the angels sing! + +4 For lo! the days are hastening on, + By prophet-bards foretold, +When with the ever-circling years + Comes round the age of gold! +When peace shall over all the earth + Its final splendors fling, +And the whole world send back the song + Which now the angels sing! + + E.H. Sears, 1850. + + +95 Carol. C.M.D. + +_A Light to Lighten the Gentiles._ (203) + +The race that long in darkness pine + Have seen a glorious light; +The people dwell in day who dwelt + In death's surrounding night. +To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, + The gathering nations come, +With joy, as when the reapers bear + The harvest treasures home. + +2 To us a child of hope is born; + To us a Son is given; +And him shall all the earth obey, + And all the hosts of heaven. +His name shall be the Prince of Peace, + Forevermore adored, +The Wonderful, the Counselor, + The great and mighty Lord. + + John Morrison, 1781. + + +96 Christmas. C.M. + +_The Angel's Message_ (208) + +While shepherds watched their flocks by night, + All seated on the ground, +The angel of the Lord came down, + And glory shone around. + +2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread + Had seized their troubled mind,-- +"Glad tidings of great joy I bring + To you and all mankind. + +3 "To you, in David's town, this day, + Is born of David's line, +The Savior, who is Christ, the Lord; + And this shall be the sign: + +4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find + To human view displayed, +All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, + And in a manger laid." + +5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith + Appeared a shining throng +Of angels, praising God, and thus + Addressed their joyful song: + +6 "All glory be to God on high, + And to the earth be peace: +Good-will henceforth from heaven to men + Begin and never cease!" + + Nahum Tate, 1696. + + +97 Zerah. C.M. + +_The Chorus of Angels._ (210) + +Calm on the listening ear of night + Come heaven's melodious strains, +Where wild Judea stretches far + Her silver-mantled plains. + +2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, + Shed sacred glories there, +And angels, with their sparkling lyres, + Make music on the air. + +3 The answering hills of Palestine + Send back the glad reply, +And greet, from all their holy heights, + The day-spring from on high. + +4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies + Loud with their anthems ring-- +"Peace to the earth, good-will to men, + From heaven's eternal King." + + Edmund H. Sears, 1835. + + +98 Antioch. C.M. + +_Psalm 98._ (200) + +Joy to the world! the Lord is come: + Let earth receive her King; +Let every heart prepare him room, + And heaven and nature sing. + +2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns: + Let men their songs employ; +While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, + Repeat the sounding joy. + +3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, + Nor thorns infest the ground; +He comes to make his blessings flow, + Far as the curse is found. + +4 He rules the world with truth and grace, + And makes the nations prove +The glories of his righteousness, + And wonders of his love. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + + +99 Antioch. C.M. + +_Christ's Mission._ (202) + +Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes-- + The Savior promised long; +Let every heart prepare a throne, + And every voice a song. + +2 He comes, the prisoners to release, + In Satan's bondage held; +The gates of brass before him burst, + The iron fetters yield. + +3 He comes, the broken heart to bind, + The bleeding soul to cure; +And, with the treasures of his grace, + T' enrich the humble poor. + +4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, + Thy welcome shall proclaim; +And heaven's eternal arches ring + With thy beloved name. + + Philip Doddridge, 1735. + + +100 Antioch. C.M. + +_Jesus is God._ (195) + +Jesus is God! the glorious bands + Of holy angels sing +Songs of adoring praise to him, + Their Maker and their King. + +2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, + On Calvary's cross, true God; +He who, in heaven, eternal reigned, + In time, on earth abode. + +3 Jesus is God! there never was + A time when he was not; +Boundless, eternal, merciful, + The Word the Sire begot. + +4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch, + Onward through endless bliss; +For there are two eternities, + And both alike are his. + +5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now, + But compass land and sea, +To teach and tell this single truth, + How happy should I be! + +6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice, + I would proclaim so loud, +Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful, + Is everlasting God. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862. + + +101 Herald Angels. 7s D. + + (219) + +Hark! the herald angels sing, +"Glory to the new-born King! +Peace on earth, and mercy mild, +God and sinners reconciled." +Joyful all ye nations, rise; +Join the triumph of the skies! +With the angelic host proclaim, +Christ is born in Bethlehem. + +2 See, he lays his glory by, +Born that man no more may die; +Born to raise the sons of earth, +Born to give them second birth. +Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; +Hail the incarnate Deity. +Pleased as man with men to dwell, +Jesus, our Immanuel. + +3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! +Hail the Sun of Righteousness; +Light and life to all he brings, +Risen with healing in his wings. +Let us, then, with angels sing, +"Glory to the new-born King! +Peace on earth, and mercy mild, +God and sinners reconciled." + + C. Wesley, 1759 + + +102 Herald Angels. 7s D. + +_Glory to God._ (204) + +Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung + At our Redeemer's birth; +Mortals! awake: let every tongue + Proclaim his matchless worth. + +2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, + And sent his only Son +To take a servant's form, and die, + For evils we had done! + +3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race! + Arise, and shout for joy; +He comes, with rich abounding grace + To save and not destroy. + +4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth, + And fill the world with light, +That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, + May know thy saving might. + + William Hurn, 1813. + + +1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s. + +_God's Salvation Morning._ + +What means this glorious radiance + Across Judea's plain? +Those white-winged angels singing + In such exultant strain? + +Cho.--The King of glory cometh, + Earth's broken hearts to bind, + And God's salvation morning + Hath dawned for all mankind. + +2 What means this wondrous story + The holy angels tell? +Of one who reigned in heaven, + And now on earth would dwell? + +3 Why bend these Eastern sages + To one of lowly birth? +What means this heav'nly message + Of love and peace on earth? + +4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness, + On ocean deep and land, +Hail! hail! the joyful tidings, + The morning is at hand. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +104 Invitation. C.M. + +_The Forgiving One._ (232) + +What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone + Around thy steps below! +What patient love was seen in all + Thy life and death of woe! + +2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, + Thy friends unfaithful prove; +Unwearied in forgiveness still, + Thy heart could only love. + +3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee; + Like thee, O Lord! to grieve +Far more for others' sins, than all + The wrongs that we receive. + +4 One with thyself, may every eye, + In us, thy brethren, see +That gentleness and grace that springs + From union, Lord, with thee. + + Edward Denny, 1839. + + +105 Invitation. C.M. + +_The True Test._ + +We may not climb the heavenly steeps + To bring the Lord Christ down; +In vain we search the lowest deeps, + For him no depths can drown. + +2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet + A present help is he; +And faith has yet its Olivet, + And love its Galilee. + +3 The healing of the seamless dress + Is by our beds of pain; +We touch him in life's throng and press, + And we are whole again. + +4 Through him the first fond prayers are said + Our lips of childhood frame; +The last low whispers of our dead + Are burdened with his name. + +5 O Lord and Master of us all, + Whate'er our name or sign, +We own thy sway, we hear thy call, + We test our lives by thine! + + J. G. Whittier. + + +106 Invitation. C.M. + +_Childhood of Jesus._ (228) + +In stature grows the heavenly Child, + With death before his eyes; +A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, + Prepared for sacrifice. + +2 The Son of God his glory hides + With parents mean and poor; +And he who made the heavens abides + In dwelling-place obscure. + +3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky + No earthly toil refuse; +And he who set the stars on high + A humble trade pursues. + +4 He before whom the angels stand. + At whose behest they fly, +Now yields himself to man's command, + And lays his glory by. + +5 The Father's name we loudly raise, + The Son we all adore, +The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, + Both now and evermore. + + Anon. + + +107 Invitation. C.M. + +_A Man of Sorrow._ (229) + +A pilgrim through this lonely world, + The blessed Savior passed; +A mourner all his life was he, + A dying Lamb at last + +2 That tender heart which felt for all, + For us its life-blood gave; +It found on earth no resting-place. + Save only in the grave. + +3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear + The cross with all its scorn? +Or love a faithless, evil world + That wreathed his brow with thorn? + +4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, + Like him obedient still, +We homeward press, through storm or calm, + To Zion's blessed hill. + + H. Bonar. + + +108 Olivet. L.M. + +_The Meekness of Jesus._ (242) + +How beauteous were the marks divine, +That in thy meekness used to shine; +That lit thy lonely pathway, trod +In wondrous love, O Son of God! + +2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright, +Thou God of God, thou Light of Light! +Oh, who, like thee, did ever go +So patient through a world of woe? + +3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore +The scorn, the scoffs of men before? +So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, +So glorious in humility? + +4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, +Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee; +Yet love, through all thy torture glowed, +And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. + +5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go, +Illuming all my way of woe! +And give me ever on the road +To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! + + Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838. + + +109 Olivet. L.M. + +_The Teaching of Jesus._ (243) + +How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound + From lips of gentleness and grace, +When listening thousands gathered round, + And joy and reverence filled the place! + +2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke; + To heaven he led his followers' way; +Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, + Unveiling an immortal day. + +3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; + Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;" +Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, + Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. + + John Bowring, 1823. + + +110 Olivet. L.M. + +_Christ's Example._ (239) + +My dear Redeemer and my Lord, +I read my duty in thy Word; +But in thy life the law appears, +Drawn out in living characters. + +2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, +Such deference to thy Father's will, +Such love and meekness so divine, +I would transcribe and make them mine. + +3 Cold mountains and the midnight air +Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; +The desert thy temptations knew; +Thy conflict and thy victory too. + +4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear +More of thy gracious image here; +Then God, the Judge, shall own my name +Among the followers of the Lamb. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +111 Overberg. L.M. + +_The Miracles of Christ._ (247) + +Behold! the blind their sight receive; +Behold! the dead awake and live; +The dumb speak wonders, and the lame +Leap, like the hart, and bless his name. + +2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own +And seal the mission of the Son; +The Father vindicates his cause, +While he hangs bleeding on the cross. + +3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood; +He rises, the triumphant God! +Behold the Lord ascending high, +No more to bleed, no more to die. + +4 Hence, and forever, from my heart, +I bid my doubts and fears depart; +And to those hands my soul resign, +Which bear credentials so divine. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +113 Overberg. L.M. + +_Entry into Jerusalem._ (248) + +Ride on! ride on in majesty! +Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; +O Savior meek, pursue thy road +With palms and scattered garments strowed. + +2 Bide on! ride on in majesty! +In lowly pomp ride on to die; +O Christ, thy triumphs now begin +O'er captive death and conquered sin. + +3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +The angel armies of the sky +Look down with sad and wondering eyes +To see the approaching sacrifice. + +4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +The last and fiercest strife is nigh; +The Father on his sapphire throne +Awaits his own anointed Son. + +5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +In lowly pomp, ride on to die; +Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, +Then take, O God, thy power and reign. + + Henry Hart Milman, 1827. + + +113 Overberg. L.M. + +_The Transfiguration._ (245) + +Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, +Of glory that the church shall share, +Which Christ upon the mountain shows, +Where brighter than the sun he glows! + +2 From age to age the tale declare, +How with the three disciples there, +Where Moses and Elias meet, +The Lord holds converse high and sweet. + +3 The law and prophets there have place, +Two chosen witnesses of grace; +The Father's voice from out the cloud +Proclaimed his only Son aloud. + +4 With shining face and bright array +Christ deigns to manifest to-day, +What glory shall be theirs above +Who joy in God with perfect love. + + Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851. + + +114 Bavaria. 8s & 7s D. + +_Christ Our Example._ (251) + +Ever would I fain be reading, + In the ancient holy Book, +Of my Savior's gentle pleading, + Truth in ev'ry word and look. +How to all the sick and tearful + Help was ever gladly shown; +How he sought the poor and fearful, + Called them brothers and his own. + +2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him, + And was bidden to depart; +How, with gentle words he taught him, + Took the death from out his heart. +Still I read the ancient story,-- + And my joy is ever new,-- +How for us he left his glory, + How he still is kind and true. + +3 How the flock he gently leadeth, + Whom his Father gave him here; +How his arms he widely spreadeth, + To his heart to draw us near. +Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee, + Let my heart in tears o'erflow, +Melted by thy love adore thee, + Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe. + + Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829. + Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858 + + +115 Heber. C.M. + +_The Example of Christ._ (236) + +Behold where, in the Friend of man, + Appears each grace divine! +The virtues all in Jesus meet, + With mildest radiance shine. + +2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, + To give the mourner joy, +To preach glad tidings to the poor, + Was his divine employ. + +3 In the last hour of deep distress, + Before his Father's throne, +With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, + "Thy will, not mine, be done!" + +4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, + His image may we bear; +Oh, may we tread his sacred steps, + And his bright glories share. + + William Endfield, 1802. + + +116 Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M. + +_Christ's Love._ + +In vain in high and holy lays +My soul her grateful voice would raise; +For who can sing the worthy praise +Of the wonderful love of Jesus? + +Cho.--Wonderful love! wonderful love! + Wonderful love of Jesus! + Wonderful love! wonderful love! + Wonderful love of Jesus! + +2 A joy by day, a peace by night, +In storms a calm, in darkness light; +In pain a balm, in weakness might, +Is the wonderful love of Jesus. + +3 My hope for pardon when I call, +My trust for lifting when I fall; +In life, in death, my all in all, +Is the wonderful love of Jesus. + + E.S. Lorenz. + + +117 Olive's Brow. L.M. + +_Christ in Gethsemane._ (253) + +'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow + The star is dimmed that lately shone; +'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, + The suffering Savior prays alone. + +2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, + The Savior wrestles lone with fears; +E'en that disciple whom he loved + Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. + +3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt + The man of sorrows weeps in blood; +Yet he that hath in anguish knelt + Is not forsaken by his God. + +4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains + Is borne the song that angels know; +Unheard by mortals are the strains + That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe. + + W.B. Tappan, 1822. + + +118 Windham. L.M. + +_"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"_ (256) + +From Calvary a cry was heard-- + A bitter and heart-rending cry; +My Savior! ev'ry mournful word + Bespoke thy soul's deep agony + +2 A horror of great darkness fell + On thee, thou spotless holy One! +And all the eager hosts of hell + Conspired to tempt God's only Son. + +3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, + These thou could'st bear, nor once repine; +But when Jehovah veiled his face, + Unutterable pangs were thine. + +4 Let the dumb world its silence break; + Let pealing anthems rend the sky; +Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! + He died that we might never die. + + John W. Cunningham, 1820. + + +119 Zephyr. L.M. + +_Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261) + +When I 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. + +3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet +Sorrow and love flow mingled down; +Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, +Or thorns compose so rich a crown? + +4 Were all the realms of nature mine, +That were a present far too small; +Love so amazing, so divine. +Demands my soul, my life, my all. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double. + + (300) + +O sacred head, now wounded! +With grief and shame weighed down, +Now scornfully surrounded +With thorns, thine only crown; +O sacred head, what glory, +What bliss, till now, was thine! +Yet tho' despised and gory, +I joy to call thee mine. + +2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered +Was all for sinners' gain; +Mine, mine was the transgression, +But thine the deadly pain; +Lo! here I fall, my Savior! +'Tis I deserve thy place; +Look on me with thy favor; +Vouchsafe to me thy grace. + +3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, +Above all joys beside, +When in thy body broken, +I thus with safety hide; +My Lord of life! desiring +Thy glory now to see, +Beside thy cross expiring, +I'd breathe my soul to thee. + + Paul Gerhardt, 1659. + + +121 Avon. C.M. + +_Before the Cross._ (281) + +Alas! and did my Savior bleed? + And did my Sovereign die? +Would he devote that sacred head + For such a worm as I? + +2 Was it for crimes that I have done + He groaned upon the tree? +Amazing pity! grace unknown! + And love beyond degree! + +3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, + And shut his glories in, +When Christ, the mighty Maker, died + For man, the creature's sin! + +4 Thus might I hide my blushing face + While his dear cross appears; +Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, + And melt mine eyes to tears. + +5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay + The debt of love I owe; +Here, Lord, I give myself away; + 'Tis all that I can do. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + +Cho.--Jesus died for you, + And Jesus died for me, + Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; + Bless God, salvation's free. + +Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own, + And ever faithful be; + And when thou sittest on thy throne. + O Lord, remember me. + + +122 Avon. C.M. + +_Jesus Died for Me._ + +Great God, when I approach thy throne + And all thy glory see; +This is my stay, and this alone, + That Jesus died for me. + +2 How can a soul condemned to die, + Escape the just decree? +Helpless and full of sin am I, + But Jesus died for me. + +3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, + Oh, how can I get free? +No peace can all my efforts gain, + But Jesus died for me. + +4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face, + This must be all my plea; +Save me by thy almighty grace, + For Jesus died for me. + + W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877. + + +123 Cowper. C.M. + +_Contrition at the Cross._ (283) + +O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, + While at thy cross I kneel, +Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, + And all thy sorrows feel. + +2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, + This heart so hard before; +I hear thee for the guilty plead, + And grief o'erflows the more. + +3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die, + And I a sinner stand; +What love speaks from thy dying eye, + And from each pierced hand! + +4 I know this cleansing blood of thine + Was shed, dear Lord, for me; +For me, for all--oh, grace divine!-- + Who look by faith on thee. + + Ray Palmer, 1867. + + +124 Cowper. C.M. + +_Resting Beneath the Cross._ (277) + +Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, + To yonder cross I flee; +Beneath its shelter take my seat: + No shade like this for me! + +2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, + A fountain sparkling free; +And there I quench my desert thirst: + No spring like this for me! + +3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent + Beneath this spreading tree; +Here shall my pilgrim life be spent: + No home like this for me! + +4 For burdened ones a resting-place + Beside that cross I see; +Here I cast off my weariness: + No rest like this for me! + + H. Bonar, 1857. + + +125 The Cross. C.M. + +_The Precious Love._ (530) + +The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross! + The hallowed cross I see; +Reminding me of precious blood + That once was shed for me. + +Cho.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood, + That Jesus shed for me; + Upon the cross, in crimson flood, + Just now by faith I see. + +2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross, + My Savior bore for me; +It bowed him to the earth with grief + On sad Mount Calvary + +3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds; + Oh, they were made for me! +His hands and feet, his holy head, + All pierced and torn I see. + +4 The death, the death, the awful death! + That Jesus died for me; +I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive," + His bleeding side I see. + +5 The love, the love, the matchless love, + That bled upon the tree! +It melts my heart, it wins my love, + It brings me, Lord, to thee. + + J.H. Stockton. + + +126 Gorton. S.M. + +_Our Ransom Paid._ (296) + +Our sins on Christ were laid; + He bore the mighty load; +Our ransom price he fully paid + In groans, and tears, and blood. + +2 To save a world he dies; + Sinners, behold the Lamb! +To him lift up your longing eyes; + Seek mercy in his name. + +3 Pardon and peace abound; + He will your sins forgive; +Salvation in his name is found,-- + He bids the sinner live. + +4 Jesus, we look to thee;-- + Where else can sinners go? +Thy boundless love shall set us free + From wretchedness and woe. + + J. Fawcett, 1760. + + +127 Gorton. S.M. + +_For Me He Died._ (300) + +Are there no wounds for me? + Hast thou received them all? +How can I, Lord, the anguish see, + Beneath which thou didst fall? + +2 'Tis over now, I know,-- + That suffering life of thine; +Thy precious blood has ceased to flow, + Thou wear'st thy crown divine; + +3 But yet, I weeping see + The thorns which pierced thy head; +Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me, + For me to death thou'rt led! + +4 Meekly, with love divine, + Thy holy head is bent, +And streams of blood, for sins of mine, + Flow where thy side is rent. + +5 Beneath this sacred flood + I bow my sinful soul; +Dear Savior, let thy precious blood + Wash me and make me whole. + + Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868. + + +128 Owen. S.M. + +_The Savior's Tears._ (298) + +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 wondering angels see! +Be thou astonished, O my soul! + He shed those tears for thee. + +3 He wept--that we might weep-- + Each sin demands a tear; +In heaven alone no sin is found, + And there's no weeping there. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1787. + + +129 Toplady. 7s, 6. + +_Rock of Ages._ (515) + +Rock of ages, cleft for me! +Let me hide myself in thee: +Let the water and the blood, +From thy side a healing flood, +Be of sin the double cure; +Save from wrath and make me pure. + +2 Should my tears forever flow, +Should my zeal no languor know, +All for sin could not atone; +Thou must save, and thou alone; +In my hand no price I bring; +Simply to thy cross I cling. + +3 While I draw this fleeting breath, +When mine eyelids close in death, +When I rise to worlds unknown, +See thee on thy judgment throne-- +Rock of Ages cleft for me, +Let me hide myself in thee. + + Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. + +Cho.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me, + Let me hide myself in thee, + Let me hide myself in thee. + +130 Salvator Mundi. 7s. D. + +_The Litany._ (513) + +By thy birth, and by thy tears; +By thy human griefs and fears; +By thy conflict in the hour +Of the subtle tempter's power-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +2 By the tenderness that wept +O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept; +By the bitter tears that flow'd +Over Salem's lost abode-- +Savior, look with thy pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; +By the fearful conflict there; +By thy cross and dying cries; +By thy one great sacrifice,-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; +By thy power the lost to save; +By thy high, majestic throne; +By the empire all thine own,-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + + Sir Robert Grant, 1815. + + +131 Rathbun. 8s &7s. + +_Glorying in the Cross._ (979) + +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. + +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 more luster to the day. + +4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure + By the cross are sanctified; +Peace is there, that knows no measure, + Joys that through all time abide. + + Sir John Bowring, 1825. + + +132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. + +_Looking to the Cross._ (980) + +Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, + Which before the cross I spend, +Life, and health, and peace possessing, + From the sinner's dying Friend! + +2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing + Mercy's streams in streams of blood: +Precious drops, my soul bedewing, + Plead, and claim my peace, with God. + +3 Truly blessed is this station, + Low before the cross to lie, +While I see divine compassion + Floating in his languid eye. + +4 Here it is I find my heaven, + While upon the Lamb I gaze; +Love I much?--I've much forgiven,-- + I'm a miracle of grace. + +5 Love and grief my heart dividing, + With my tears his feet I'll bathe; +Constant still in faith abiding,-- + Life deriving from his death. + + James Allen, 1761. + Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176. + + +133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. + +_The Price of Salvation._ + +When I view my Savior bleeding, + For my sins upon the tree; +Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding + Great his love appears to me! + +2 Floods of deep distress and anguish. + To impede his labors, came; +Yet they all could not extinguish + Love's eternal, burning flame. + +3 Now redemption is completed, + Full salvation is procured; +Death and Satan are defeated, + By the sufferings he endured. + +4 Now the gracious Mediator, + Risen to the courts of bliss, +Claims for me, a sinful creature, + Pardon, righteousness, and peace! + +5 Sure, such infinite affection + Lays the highest claims to mine; +All my powers, without exception, + Should in fervent praises join. + +6 Jesus, fit me for thy service; + Form me for thyself alone; +I am thy most costly purchase,-- + Take possession of thine own. + + R. Lee. + + +134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M. + +_Return for Christ's Sufferings._ + +I gave my life for thee, +My precious blood I shed, +That thou mightst ransomed be, +And quickened from the dead; +I gave, I gave my life for thee, +What hast thou given for me? + +2 My Father's house of light, +My glory-circled throne, +I left for earthly night, +For wand'rings sad and lone; +I left, I left it all for thee, +Hast thou left aught for me? + +3 I suffered much for thee, +More than thy tongue can tell, +Of bitterest agony, +To rescue thee from hell; +I've borne, I've borne it all for thee, +What hast thou borne for me? + +4 And I have brought to thee, +Down from my home above, +Salvation full and free, +My pardon and my love; +I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, +What hast thou brought to me? + + Frances R. Havergal. + + +135 Come to the Cross. P.M. + +_Blessing at the Cross._ + +Come to the cross, where the Savior died, +Look to the Lamb that was crucified; +Turn to the mournful and tragic scene, +Gaze on the suffering Nazarene. + +Cho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live! + Look, for eternal life he will give. + Come to the cross, where the Savior died, + Look to the Lamb that was crucified. + +2 Fall at the feet of the dying One, +Trust in the name of the Father's Son; +Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood, +Seek for thy cure in the healing flood. + +3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love, +Cherish the hope of a crown above; +Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven, +Lean on the promise of rest in heaven. + + Rev. J.H. Martin. + + +136 Near the Cross. P.M. + +_Near the Cross._ + +Jesus, keep me near the cross + There a precious fountain +Free to all--a healing stream, + Flows from Calvary's mountain. + +Cho.--In the cross, in the cross, + Be my glory ever, + Till my raptured soul shall find + Rest beyond the river. + +2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, + Love and mercy found me; +There the bright and morning star + Shed its beams around me. + +3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God, + Bring its scenes before me; +Help me walk from day to day, + With its shadows o'er me. + +4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, + Hoping, trusting ever, +Till I reach the golden strand, + Just beyond the river. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M. + +_Christ's Crucifixion._ + +Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, +Saw ye my Savior and God? +Oh! he died on Calvary, +To atone for you and me, +And to purchase our pardon with blood. + +2 He was extended, he was extended, +Painfully nailed to the cross; +Here he bowed his head and died; +Thus my Lord was crucified, +To atone for a world that was lost. + +3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior! +Prince, and the Author of peace! +Oh! he burst the bars of death, +And, triumphant from the earth, +He ascended to mansions of bliss. + +4 There interceding, there interceding, +Pleading that sinners may live; +Crying, "Father, I have died; +Oh, behold my hands and side! +Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!" + +5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them +When they repent and believe; +Let them now return to thee, +And be reconciled to me, +And salvation they all shall receive." + + +138 Baca. L.M. + +_Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._ (264) + +Deep in our hearts let us record +The deeper sorrows of our Lord; +Behold the rising billows roll, +To overwhelm his holy soul. + +2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love +Have made the curse a blessing prove; +Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son +Atoned for sins that we have done. + +3 The pangs of our expiring Lord +The honors of thy law restored; +His sorrows made thy justice known. +And paid for follies not his own. + +4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, +And let the mourning sinner live; +The Lord will hear us in his name, +Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +139 Baca. L.M. + +_Peace and Safety at the Cross._ (265) + +Beneath thy cross I lay me down, +And mourn to see thy bloody crown; +Love drops in blood from every vein; +Love is the spring of all thy pain. + +2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, +And spend my longing hours away; +Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, +And contemplate thy woes again. + +3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest! +Where inward fears are all suppressed; +Here I shall love, and live secure, +And patiently my cross endure. + + Wm. Williams. + + +140 Baca. L.M. + +_Thanks to Jesus for His Love._ (270) + +O love! who gav'st thy life for me, + And won an everlasting good +Through thy sore anguish on the tree, + I ever think upon thy blood! + +2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved + For this cold heart, unworthy thine, +Whom the cold grave and death received, + I thank thee for that grief divine. + +3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die + To win eternal life for me, +To bring salvation from on high: + Oh, draw me up through love to thee! + + From the German. Author unknown. + + +141 Woodstock. C.M. + +_Christ's Triumph over Death._ (309) + +The morning purples all the sky, + The air with praises rings; +Defeated hell stands sullen by, + The world exulting sings. + +2 While he, the King all strong to save, + Rends the dark doors away, +And through the breaches of the grave + Strides forth into the day. + +3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison + Past fettered he has lain; +But he has mastered death, is risen, + And death wears now the chain. + +4 The shining angels cry, "Away + With grief; no spices bring; +Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, + Should greet the rising King!" + + Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867. + + +142 Warwick. C.M. + +_Resurrection and Ascension._ (311) + +Hosanna to the Prince of Light, + Who clothed himself in clay, +Entered the iron gates of death, + And tore the bars away. + +2 Death is no more the king of dread, + Since our Immanuel rose; +He took the tyrant's sting away, + And spoiled our hellish foes. + +3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft + And to his Father flies, +With scars of honor in his flesh, + And triumph in his eyes. + +4 There our exalted Savior reigns, + And scatters blessings down; +Our Jesus fills the middle seat + Of the celestial throne. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +143 Nuremburg. 7s. + +_The Lord is Risen._ (322) + +Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, +Sons of men and angels say: +Raise your joys and triumphs high; +Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. + +2 Love's redeeming work is done; +Fought the fight; the battle won: +Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; +Lo! he sets in blood no more. + +3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-- +Christ hath burst the gates of hell; +Death in vain forbids his rise-- +Christ hath opened paradise. + +4 Lives again our glorious King: +Where, O death, is now thy sting? +Once he died our souls to save: +Where's thy victory, boasting grave? + + Charles Wesley, 1739. + + +144 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s. + +_Resurrection and Ascension._ (325) + +Angel! roll the rock away; +Death! yield up thy mighty prey; +See! he rises from the tomb, +Glowing with immortal bloom. + +2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise +Fame's eternal trump of praise: +Let the world's remotest bound +Hear the joy-inspiring sound. + +3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song, +Let the strains be sweet and strong; +Shout the Son of God, this morn +From his sepulcher new-born. + +4 Heaven displays her portals wide; +Glorious Hero! through them ride! +King of glory! mount the throne-- +Thy great Father's and thine own. + + Thomas Scott, 1772. + + +145 Hudson. S.M. + +_The Lord is Risen._ (313) + +'"The Lord is risen indeed!" + The grave hath lost its prey; +With him shall rise the ransomed seed + To reign in endless day. + +2 "The Lord is risen indeed!" + He lives to die no more; +He lives his people's cause to plead, + Whose curse and shame he bore. + +3 "The Lord is risen indeed!" + Attending angels hear; +Up to the courts of heaven with speed, + The joyful tidings bear. + +4 Then take your golden lyres, + And strike each cheerful chord; +Join all the bright celestial choirs, + To sing our risen Lord. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804. + + +146 Mendon. L.M. + +_Exaltation of Christ._ (318) + +Now for a tune of lofty praise +To great Jehovah's equal Son; +Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, +And tell the wonders he hath done. + +2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, +And those bright robes he wore above; +How swift and joyful was his flight, +On wings of everlasting love. + +3 Among a thousand harps and songs, +Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; +His sacred name fills all their tongues +And echoes through the heavenly plains. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +147 Mendon. L.M. + +_The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319) + +The morning kindles all the sky; +The heavens resound with anthems high; +The shining angels, as they speed, +Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed." + +2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred +While Roman guards kept watch and ward; +Majestic from the spoiled tomb, +In pomp of triumph he has come! + +3 When the amazed disciples heard, +Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; +Their Lord's beloved face to see, +Eager they haste to Galilee. + +4 His pierced hands to them he shows; +His face with love's own radiance glows; +They with the angel's message speed, +And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!" + + Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles. + + +148 Harmony Grove. L.M. + +_Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320) + +Hail! morning known among the blest, + Morning of hope, and joy, and love, +Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, + Pledge of the endless rest above. + +2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, + Who from the dead hath brought his Son; +Hope to the lost was then restored, + And everlasting glory won. + +3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye + When our Immanuel left the dead; +Faith marked his bright ascent on high, + And hope with gladness raised her head. + + E. Wardlaw, 1814. + + +149 Baltzell. L.M. + +_My Redeemer Lives._ + +I know that my Redeemer lives! +What comfort this sweet sentence gives; +He lives, he lives, who once was dead; +He lives, my ever-living Head. + +2 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 bless in time of need; + +3 He lives, to grant me rich supply; +He lives, to guide me with his eye; +He lives, to comfort me when faint; +He lives, to hear my soul's complaint; + +4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend; +He lives, and loves me to the end; +He lives, and while he lives I'll sing; +He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. + +5 He lives, all glory to his name! +He lives, my Savior still the same-- +Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: +I know that my Redeemer lives. + + Samuel Medley, 1789. + + +150 Dort. 6s & 4s. + +_Glorious Conqueror._ (329) + +Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, +Into thy native skies, + Assume thy right; +And where, in many a fold, +The clouds are backward rolled; +Pass thro' these gates of gold, + And reign in light. + +2 Victor o'er death and hell, +Cherubic legions swell + The radiant strain; +Praises all heav'n inspire; +Each angel sweeps his lyre, +And claps his wings of fire; + Thou Lamb, once slain. + +3 Enter, incarnate God! +No feet but thine have trod + The serpent down; +Blow the full trumpets, blow! +Wider your portals throw! +Savior, triumphant, go + And take thy crown. + +4 Lion of Judah, hail! +And let thy name prevail + From age to age; +Lord of the rolling years, +Claim for thine own the spheres, +For thou hast bought with tears + Thine heritage. + + Matthew Bridges, 1848. + + +151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Jesus Reigns._ (354) + +Hark! ten thousand harps and voices + Sound the note of praise above; +Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; + Jesus reigns, the God of love; +See, he sits on yonder throne; +Jesus rules the world alone. + +2 King of glory! reign forever-- + Thine an everlasting crown; +Nothing, from thy love, shall sever + Those whom thou hast made thine own; +Happy objects of thy grace, +Destined to behold thy face. + +3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; + Bring, oh, bring the glorious day +When, the awful summons hearing, + Heaven and earth shall pass away;-- +Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,-- +"Glory to our King!" + + Thomas Kelly, 1806. + + +152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Return to Heaven._ (353) + +Jesus comes, his conflict over,-- + Comes to claim his great reward; +Angels round the Victor hover, + Crowding to behold their Lord; +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + +2 Yonder throne for him erected, + Now becomes the Victor's seat; +Lo, the man on earth rejected! + Angels worship at his feet: +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + +3 Day and night they cry before him,-- + "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" +All the powers of heaven adore him, + All obey his sovereign word; +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804. + + +153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_We Live in Him._ (333) + +See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, + See the King in royal state, +Riding on the clouds, his chariot, + To his heavenly palace gate! +Hark! the choirs of angel voices + Joyful hallelujahs sing, +And the portals high are lifted + To receive their heavenly King. + +2 Who is this that comes in glory, + With the trump of jubilee? +Lord of battles, God of armies, + He has gained the victory; +He, who on the cross did suffer, + He, who from the grave arose, +He has vanquished sin and Satan, + He by death has spoiled his foes. + +3 Thou hast raised our human nature, + On the clouds to God's right hand; +There we sit in heavenly places, + There with thee in glory stand; +Jesus reigns, adored by angels; + Man with God is on the throne; +Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, + We by faith behold our own. + + Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. + + +154 Coronation. C.M. + +_Crown Him Lord of All._ (336) + +All hail the power of Jesus' name, + Let angels prostrate fall; +Bring forth the royal diadem, + And crown him Lord of all. + +2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, + Who fixed this earthly ball; +Now hail the strength of Israel's might, + And crown him Lord of all. + +3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, + Ye ransomed from the fall, +Hail him who saves you by his grace, + And crown him Lord of all. + +4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget + The wormwood and the gall; +Go, spread your trophies at his feet, + And crown him Lord of all. + +5 Let every kindred, every tribe + On this terrestrial ball, +To him all majesty ascribe, + And crown him Lord of all. + +6 O that with yonder sacred throng + We at his feet may fall! +We'll join the everlasting song, + And crown him Lord of all. + + Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780. + + +155 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338) + +Come, let us join in songs of praise + To our ascended Priest; +He entered heaven with all our names + Engraven on his breast. + +2 Below he washed our guilt away, + By his atoning blood; +Now he appears before the throne, + And pleads our cause with God. + +3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows + The weakness of our frame, +And how to shield us from the foes + Which he himself o'ercame. + +4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, + Nor blush to wear his name; +Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, + Our mouths his praise proclaim. + + Anon. 1818. + + +156 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Perfect Through Suffering._ (337) + +The head, that once was crowned with thorns, + Is crowned with glory now; +A royal diadem adorns + The mighty Victor's brow. + +2 The highest place that heaven affords + Is his--is his by right; +"The King of kings, and Lord of lords," + And heaven's eternal Light. + +3 The joy of all who dwell above, + The joy of all below, +To whom he manifests his love, + And grants his name to know. + +4 To them the cross, with all its shame, + With all its grace, is given; +Their name--an everlasting name; + Their joy--the joy of heaven. + +5 They suffer with their Lord below, + They reign with him above; +Their profit and their joy--to know + The mystery of his love. + +6 The cross he bore is life and health-- + Though shame and death to him; +His people's hope, his people's wealth, + Their everlasting theme. + + Thomas Kelly, 1820. + + +157 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Christ's Compassion to the Weak._ (341) + +With joy we meditate the grace + Of our High Priest above; +His heart is made of tenderness, + His bowels melt with love. + +2 Touched with a sympathy within, + He knows our feeble frame; +He knows what sore temptations mean, + For he has felt the same. + +3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, + Poured out his cries and tears; +And, in his measure, feels afresh + What every member bears. + +4 Then let our humble faith address + His mercy and his power; +We shall obtain delivering grace + In the distressing hour. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M. + +_The Lord is at Hand._ + +There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky, + Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year, +And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh, + For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + +Cho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near; + Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near! + Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll, + And the King in his glory shall appear. + +2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared, + And the looking for the Savior to appear, +That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared, + For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + + +3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord, + For the King ere the kingdom must appear; +Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood! + Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + +4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long, + And the hearts of men are failing them for fear; +Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song, + That the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + + D. W. Whittle. + + +159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s. + +_Christ's Coming Desired._ (224) + +Come, thou long-expected Jesus! + Born to set thy people free! +From our fears and sins release us, + Let us find our rest in thee. + +2 Israel's strength and consolation, + Hope of all the earth thou art; +Dear desire of ev'ry nation, + Joy of ev'ry longing heart. + +3 Born, thy people to deliver; + Born a child, and yet a King; +Born to reign in us forever, + Now thy gracious kingdom bring. + +4 By thine own eternal Spirit + Rule in all our hearts alone; +By thine all-sufficient merit + Raise us to thy glorious throne. + + Charles Wesley, 1744. + + + +160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s. + +_The Day of the Lord._ + +Our Lord is now rejected, + And by the world disowned, +By the many still neglected, + And by the few enthroned, +But soon he'll come in glory, + The hour is drawing nigh, + For the crowning day is coming by and by. + +Cho.--Oh, the crowning day is coming, + Is coming by and by, + When our Lord shall come in "power," + And "glory" from on high. + Oh, the glorious sight will gladden, + Each waiting, watchful eye, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +2 The heavens shall glow with splendor, + But brighter far than they +The saints shall shine in glory, + As Christ shall them array, +The beauty of the Savior, + Shall dazzle every eye, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +3 Our pain shall then be over, + We'll sin and sigh no more, +Behind us all of sorrow, + And nought but joy before, +A joy in our Redeemer, + As we to him are nigh, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +4 Let all that look for, hasten + The coming joyful day, +By earnest consecration, + To walk the narrow way. +By gathering in the lost ones, + For whom our Lord did die, + For the crowning day that's coming by and by. + + D.W. Whittle + + +161 Truro. L.M. + +_The Church Longing for Christ._ (907) + +Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes + For thine expected coming waits; +When will the promised light arise, + And glory beam from Zion's gates? + +2 E'en now when tempests round us fall, + And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, +Thy words with pleasure we recall, + And deem that our redemption's nigh. + +3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land; + Let Satan from his throne be hurled, +All nations bow to thy command, + And grace revive a dying world. + +4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, + To wait for the appointed hour; +And fit us by thy grace to share, + The triumphs of thy conquering power. + + William H. Bathurst, 1831. + + +162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D. +_Crown Him Lord of All._ (615) + +Crown his head with endless blessing, +Who, in God the Father's name, +With compassions never ceasing, +Comes salvation to proclaim. +Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, +Who within his gates are found; +Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior, +Let his courts with praise resound. + +2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; +Thee our Savior! thee our God! +From his throne his beams of glory +Shine through all the world abroad. +Jesus, thee our Savior hailing +Thee our God in praise we own; +Highest honors, never failing, +Rise eternal round thy throne. + + William Goode, 1811. + + +163 Abt. 8s & 7s. +_Much Forgiven._ (616) + +Hail! my ever blessed Jesus! + Only thee I wish to sing. +To my soul, thy name is precious, + Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King. + +2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven! + Oh! what joy and happiness! +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + +3 Once with Adam's race in ruin, + Unconcerned in sin I lay; +Swift destruction still pursuing, + Till my Savior passed that way + +4 Witness, all ye host of heaven! + My Redeemer's tenderness; +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + +5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir! + Praise the Lamb enthroned above; +Whilst, astonished, I admire + God's free grace, and boundless love. + +6 That blest moment I received him, + Filled my soul with joy and peace: +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + + John Wingrove, 1806. + + +164 Olivet. 6s & 4s. +_Veni, Sancte Spiritus!_ (386) + +Come, Holy Ghost! in love, +Shed on us, from above, + Thine own bright ray: +Divinely good thou art; +Thy sacred gifts impart, +To gladden each sad heart; + Oh! come to-day! + +2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, +Our most delightful Guest! + With soothing power; +Rest, which the weary know; +Shade, 'mid the noontide glow; +Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; + Cheer us, this hour! + +3 Come, Light serene, and still +Our inmost bosoms fill; + Dwell in each breast: +We know no dawn but thine; +Send forth thy beams divine, +On our dark souls to shine, + And make us blest. + +4 Exalt our low desires; +Extinguish passion's fires; + Heal every wound; +Our stubborn spirits bend; +Our icy coldness end; +Our devious steps attend, + While heavenward bound. + + Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858. + + + +165 Olivet. 6s & 4s. + +_The Spirit of Truth._ (387) + +Thou! whose almighty word +Chaos and darkness heard, + And took their flight, +Hear us, we humbly pray, +And, where the gospel's day +Sheds not its glorious ray, + "Let there be light!" + +2 Thou! who didst come to bring, +On thy redeeming wing, + Healing and sight, +Health to the sick in mind, +Sight to the inly blind;-- +Oh! now to all mankind, + "Let there be light!" + +3 Spirit of truth and love, +Life-giving holy Dove! + Speed forth thy flight: +Move o'er the water's face, +Bearing the lamp of grace, +And, in earth's darkest place, + "Let there be light!" + + John Marriott, 1813. + + +166 Balerma. C.M. + +_Breathing after the Holy Spirit._ (363) + +Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! + With all thy quickening powers,-- +Kindle a flame of sacred love, + In these cold hearts of ours. + +2 Look--how we grovel here below, + Fond of these trifling toys! +Our souls, how heavily they go, + To reach eternal joys. + +3 In vain we tune our formal songs, + In vain we strive to rise; +Hosannas languish on our tongues, + And our devotion dies. + +4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live, + At this poor dying rate? +Our love so faint, so cold to thee, + And thine to us so great? + +5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove + With all thy quickening powers; +Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, + And that shall kindle ours. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +167 Balerma. C.M. + +_The Source of Life and Light._ (364) + +Great Spirit! by whose mighty power + All creatures live and move, +On us thy benediction shower; + Inspire our souls with love. + +2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine; + Darkness and doubt dispel; +Give peace and joy, for we are thine; + In us forever dwell. + +3 From death to life our spirits raise; + Complete redemption bring; +New tongues impart to speak the praise + Of Christ, our God and King. + +4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown + To all the world beside; +Exalting, then, we feel, and own + Our Jesus glorified. + + Thomas Howels, 1792. + + + +168 Arlington. C.M. + +_The Descent of the Spirit._ (369) + +Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, + And make this house thy home; +Descend with all thy gracious powers, + Oh, come, great Spirit! come. + +2 Come as the light; to us reveal + Our emptiness and woe; +And lead us in those paths of life + Where all the righteous go. + +3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts, + Like sacrificial flame; +Let our whole soul an offering be + To our Redeemer's name. + +4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings, + The wings of peaceful love; +And let thy church on earth become + Blessed as the church above. + +5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound + And pentecostal grace; +That all, of woman born, may see + The glory of thy face. + + Andrew Reed, 1841. + + +169 Arlington. C.M. + +_Assurance._ + +Why should the children of a King + Go mourning all their days? +Great Comforter, descend, and bring + Some tokens of thy grace. + +2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, + And seal the heirs of heaven? +When wilt thou banish my complaints, + And show my sins forgiven? + +3 Assure my conscience of her part + In the Redeemer's blood; +And bear thy witness with my heart, + That I am born of God. + +4 Thou art the earnest of his love, + The pledge of joys to come; +And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, + Will safe convey me home. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +170 Arlington. C.M. + +_The Spirit's Work._ (366) + +Eternal Spirit! by whose power + Are burst the bands of death, +On our cold hearts thy blessings shower, + And stir them with thy breath. + +2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way, + Each rising fear control, +And, with a warm, enlivening ray, + To melt the icy soul. + +3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed, + To raise us when we fall; +To calm the doubting, troubled breast, + And aid when sinners call. + +4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word, + And write it on our heart; +There its reviving truths record, + And there its peace impart. + +5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus + Our hearts, and guide our ways; +Pour down thy quickening grace on us, + And tune our lips to praise. + + Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830. + + +171 Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D. + +_The Guide._ + +Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, +Ever near the Christian's side; +Gently lead us by the hand, +Pilgrims in a desert land; +Weary souls fore'er rejoice, +While they hear that sweetest voice +Whisper softly, wanderer come! +Follow me, I'll guide thee home. + +2 Ever present, truest Friend, +Ever near thine aid to lend, +Leave us not to doubt and fear, +Groping on in darkness drear, +When the storms are raging sore, +Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er +Whisper softly, wanderer come! +Follow me, I'll guide thee home. + +3 When our days of toil shall cease, +Waiting still for sweet release, +Nothing left but heaven and prayer, +Wondering 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. + + M.M. Wells. + + +172 Pleyel. 7s. + +_The Holy Spirit in Conversion._ (383) + +Gracious Spirit, love divine, + Let thy light within me shine; +All my guilty fears remove, + Fill me full of heaven and love. + +2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, + Set the burdened sinner free; +Lead me to the Lamb of God, + Wash me in his precious blood. + +3 Life and peace to me impart! + Seal salvation on my heart; +Breathe thyself into my breast, + Earnest of immortal rest. + +4 Let me never from thee stray, + Keep me in the narrow way; +Fill my soul with joy divine, + Keep me, Lord, forever thine. + + John Stocker, 1776. + + +173 Zephyr. L.M. + +_The Descent of the Spirit._ (375) + +Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love, +Who sitt'st enthroned in light above! +Descend, and bear us on thy wings, +Far from these low and fleeting things. + +2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal, +'Tis thine to make the hardened feel; +Thine to give light to blinded eyes, +And bid the groveling spirit rise. + +3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, +When grief or doubt our soul assails, +Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? +Great Comforter! be ever near. + +4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire; +With burning zeal our souls inspire; +Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm, +Our joys refresh, our passions calm. + +5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam; +Come like the cooling, cleansing stream; +With all thy graces present be:-- +Spirit of God! we wait for thee. + + William Lindsay Alexander, 1867. + + +174 Whitefield. S.M. + +_The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence._ (378) + +Come, Holy Spirit, come; + Let thy bright beams arise, +Dispel the sorrow from our minds, + The darkness from our eyes. + +2 Revive our drooping faith, + Our doubts and fears remove, +And kindle in our breasts the flame + Of never dying love. + +3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, + To sanctify the soul, +To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, + And new create the whole. + +4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; + Our minds from bondage free. +Then shall we know, and praise, and love, + The Father, Son, and thee. + + Joseph Hart, 1759. + + +175 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_The Fullness of the Spirit._ + +Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit; + Bathe my trembling heart and brow; +Fill me with thy hallowed presence, + Come, oh, come and fill me now. + +Cho.--Fill me now, fill me now; + Jesus, come, and fill me now; + Fill me with thy hallowed presence, + Come, oh, come, and fill me now. + +2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, + Tho' I cannot tell thee how; +But I need thee, greatly need thee, + Come, oh, come, and fill me now. + +3 I am weakness, full of weakness; + At thy sacred feet I bow; +Blest, divine, eternal Spirit, + Fill with power, and fill me now. + +4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me; + Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow; +Thou art comforting and saving, + Thou art sweetly filling now. + + E.H. Stokes, D.D. + + +176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_Guide and Comforter._ + +Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, + Ever watchful, ever kind, +Thy celestial aid possessing, + Prisoned souls deliverance find. + +2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union, + Source of light, and Flame of love, +Symbol of divine communion, + In the olive-bearing dove. + +3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, + Comforter of minds distressed, +When the billows fill with terror; + Pointing to an ark of rest. + +4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, + Greater than all gifts below, +May our hearts thy grace inherit; + May our lips thy glories show! + + Thomas J. Judkin. + + + +177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_The Source of Consolation._ + +Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; + Pierce the clouds of nature's night; +Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, + Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. + +2 From the height which knows no measure, + As a gracious shower descend, +Bringing down the richest treasure + Man can wish, or God can send. + +3 Author of the new creation, + Come with unction and with power; +Make our hearts thy habitation; + On our souls thy graces shower. + +4 Hear, O hear our supplication, + Blessed Spirit, God of peace! +Rest upon this congregation, + With the fullness of thy grace. + + Paul Gerhardt, 1653. + Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt. + + +178 Kentucky. S.M. + +_Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405) + +Ah! how shall fallen man + Be just before his God? +If he contend in righteousness, + We fall beneath his rod. + +2 If he our ways should mark + With strict inquiring eyes, +Could we for one of thousand faults + A just excuse devise? + +3 All-seeing, powerful God, + Who can with thee contend? +Or who that tries the unequal strife, + Shall prosper in the end? + +4 Ah! how shall guilty man + Contend with such a God? +None, none can meet him and escape, + But through the Savior's blood. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +179 Kentucky. S.M. + +_An Evil Heart._ (406) + +Astonished and distressed, + I turn mine eyes within; +My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, + The source of every sin. + +2 What crowds of evil thoughts, + What vile affections there! +Envy and pride, deceit and guile, + Distrust and slavish fear. + +3 Almighty King of saints! + These tyrant lusts subdue; +Drive the old serpent from his seat, + And all my powers renew. + +4 This done,--my cheerful voice + Shall loud hosannas raise; +My heart shall glow with gratitude, + My lips be filled with praise. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1787. + + +180 Olmutz. S.M. + +_The Reign of Sin._ (407) + +How heavy is the night + That hangs upon our eyes, +Till Christ with his reviving light + Over our souls arise. + +2 Our guilty spirits dread + To meet the wrath of heaven; +But, in his righteousness arrayed, + We see our sins forgiven. + +3 The powers of hell agree + To hold our souls in vain; +He sets the sons of bondage free, + And breaks the cursed chain. + +4 Lord, we adore thy ways + To bring us near to God, +Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, + And thine atoning blood. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +181 Downs. C.M. + +_The Need of Regeneration._ (396) + +How helpless guilty nature lies, + Unconscious of its load! +The heart, unchanged, can never rise + To happiness and God. + +2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, + The stubborn will subdue? +'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine, + To form the heart anew. + +3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, + And upward bid them rise; +To make the scales of error fall, + From reason's darkened eyes. + +4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, + And give them life divine; +Then shall our passions and our powers, + Almighty Lord! be thine. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +182 Downs. C.M. + +_Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._ (397) + +How sad our state by nature is! + Our sin--how deep it stains! +And Satan binds our captive minds, + Fast in his slavish chains. + +2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace + Sounds from the sacred word;-- +"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come + And trust a faithful Lord." + +3 My soul obeys the gracious call + And runs to this relief; +I would believe thy promise, Lord! + Oh! help my unbelief. + +4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, + Incarnate God! I fly; +Here let me wash my spotted soul, + From crimes of deepest dye. + +5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, + On thy kind arms I fall; +Be thou my strength and righteousness + My Jesus, and my all. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +183 Downs. C.M. + +_Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400) + +Sinners, this solemn truth regard, + Hear, all ye sons of men; +For Christ, the Savior, hath declared, + "Ye must be born again." + +2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, + The sinner's boast is vain; +Thus saith the glorious Son of God, + "Ye must be born again." + +3 That which is born of flesh is flesh, + And flesh it will remain: +Then marvel not that Jesus saith, + "Ye must be born again." + +4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, + And breathe on sinners slain: +Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, + That we are born again. + + John Fawcett. + + +184 Rockbridge. L.M. + +_Man's Need of Christ._ (402) + +Buried in shadows of the night +We lie, till Christ restores the light; +Till he descends to heal the blind, +And chase the darkness of the mind. + +2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, +Till his atoning blood appears; +Then we awake from deep distress, +And sing the Lord our righteousness. + +3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, +And binds his slaves in heavy chains; +He sets the prisoners free, and breaks +The iron bondage from our necks. + +4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess +Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness +Thou art our mighty all, and we +Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +185 Melody. C.M. + +_Law and Grace._ (399) + +Vain are the hopes, the sons of men + On their own works have built; +Their hearts by nature all unclean, + And all their actions, guilt. + +2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, + Without a murm'ring word; +And the whole race of Adam stand + Guilty before the Lord. + +3 In vain we ask God's righteous law + To justify us now, +Since to convince, and to condemn, + Is all the law can do. + +4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace! + When in thy name we trust, +Our faith receives a righteousness, + That makes the sinner just. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +186 Glorious Fountain. C.M. + +_Glorious Fountain._ (407) + +There is a fountain filled with blood, + Drawn from Immanuel's veins, +And sinners plunged beneath that flood, + Lose all their guilty stains. + +Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain! + Here will I stay, + And in thee ever + Wash my sins away. + +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, +Till all the ransomed church of God, + Are saved to sin no more. + +4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream + Thy flowing wounds supply, +Redeeming love has been my theme, + And shall be till I die. + +5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue + Lies silent in the grave, +Then in a nobler, sweeter song, + I'll sing thy power to save. + + William Cowper, 1779. + +187 Siloam. C.M. + +_The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488) + +When wounded sore, the stricken soul + Lies bleeding and unbound: +One hand alone, a pierced hand, + Can heal the sinner's wound. + +2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, + And tears of anguish flow, +One heart alone, a broken heart, + Can feel the sinner's woe. + +3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, + His hand, that brings relief; +His heart, that's touched with all our joys, + And feeleth for our grief. + +4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! + Unseal that cleansing tide; +We have no shelter from our sin, + But in thy wounded side. + + Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858. + + +188 Siloam. C.M. + +_Salvation._ + +Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! + What pleasure to our ears; +A sovereign balm for every wound, + A cordial for our fears. + +2 Salvation! let the echo fly + The spacious earth around, +While all the armies of the sky + Conspire to raise the sound. + +3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! + To Thee the praise belongs: +Salvation shall inspire our hearts, + And dwell upon our tongues. + + Isaac Watts. + +189 Dunbar. S.M. + +_All Invited._ (446) + +How, vast, how full, how free, + The mercy of our God! +Proclaim the blessed news around, + And spread it all abroad. + +Cho.--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 How vast! "whoever will" + May drink at mercy's stream, +And know that faith in Jesus brings + Salvation now to him. + +3 How full! it doth remove + The stain of every sin; +And makes the soul as white and pure, + As though no sin had been. + +4 Poor trembling sinner, come! + God waits to comfort thee, +Come, cast thyself upon his love, + So vast, so full, so free. + + Vestry H. & T. Book. + + +190 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Better Sacrifice._ (297) + +Not all the blood of beasts, + On Jewish altars slain, +Could give the guilty conscience peace, + Or wash away the stain. + +2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, + Takes all our sins away; +A sacrifice of nobler name, + And richer blood than they. + +3 My faith would lay her hand + On that dear head of Thine, +While like a penitent I stand, + And there confess my sin. + +4 My soul looks back to see + The burden thou didst bear; +While hanging on the cursed tree, + And knows her guilt was there. + + Isaac Watts + + +191 Jesus Saves. P.M. + +_Atonement for All._ + +We have heard the joyful sound, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Spread the tidings all around, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Bear the news to ev'ry land, + Climb the steeps and cross the waves; +Onward! 'tis our Lord's command; + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +2 Waft it on the rolling tide, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Tell to sinners far and wide, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Sing, ye islands of the sea, + Echo back, ye ocean caves; +Earth shall keep her jubilee; + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +3 Sing above the battle strife, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +By his death and endless life, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Sing it softly thro' the gloom, + When the heart for mercy craves; +Sing in triumph o'er the tomb, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +4 Give the winds a mighty voice, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Let the nations now rejoice, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Shout salvation full and free, + Highest hills and deepest caves; +This our song of victory, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +192 Boylston. S.M. + +_Ark of Salvation._ + +Like Noah's weary dove + That soared the earth around, +But not a resting place above + The cheerless waters found, + +2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, + On restless wing to roam; +All the wide world, to either pole, + Has not for thee a home. + +3 Behold the ark of God, + Behold the open door; +Hasten to gain that dear abode, + And rove, my soul, no more. + +4 There safe thou shalt abide, + There sweet shall be thy rest, +And every longing satisfied, + With full salvation blessed. + + Wm. A. Muhlenberg. + + +193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s. + +_A Joyful Message._ + +Sinners Jesus will receive; + Sound this word of grace to all +Who the heavenly pathway leave, + All who linger, all who fall. + +Ref.--Sing it o'er and o'er again; + Christ receiveth sinful men, + Make the message clear and plain: + Christ receiveth sinful men. + +2 Come, and he will give you rest; + Trust him for his word is plain; +He will take the sinfulest; + Christ receiveth sinful men. + +3 Now my heart condemns me not, + Pure before the law I stand; +He who cleansed me from all spot, + Satisfied its last demand. + +4 Christ receiveth sinful men, + Even me with all my sin; +Purged from every spot and stain, + Heaven with him I'll enter in. + + Arr. from Neumaster, 1671. + + +194 Depth of Mercy. 7s. + +_The Chief of Sinners_ (501) + +Depth of mercy! can there be +Mercy still reserved for me? +Can my God his wrath forbear? +Me, the chief of sinners, spare? + +Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel; + Jesus weeps and loves me still; + Jesus weeps and loves me still. + +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 There for me the Savior stands; +Shows his wounds and spreads his hands; +God is love; I know, I feel; +Jesus weeps, and loves me still. + +4 Now incline me to repent; +Let me now my fall lament; +Now my foul revolt deplore; +Weep, believe, and sin no more. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +195 Lenox. H.M. + +_The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461) + +Blow ye the trumpet, blow! + The gladly solemn sound, +Let all the nations know, + To earth's remotest bound, +The year of jubilee is come, +Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. + +2 Jesus, our great High Priest, + Hath full atonement made: +Ye weary spirits! rest, + Ye mournful souls! be glad; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + +3 Extol the Lamb of God,-- + The all-atoning Lamb; +Redemption in his blood, + Throughout the world, proclaim; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + +4 Ye, who have sold for naught + Your heritage above! +Shall have it back unbought, + The gift of Jesus' love; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + + Charles Wesley, 1755. + + +196 Lenox. H. M. + +_The Sacrifice._ + +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 written on his hands. + +2 He ever lives above, + For me to intercede; +His all-redeeming love, + His precious blood to plead; +His blood atoned for all our race, +And sprinkles now the throne of grace. + +3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, + Received on Calvary; +They pour effectual prayers, + They strongly speak for me; +Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, +Nor let that ransomed sinner die. + +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. + + +197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. + +_Jesus Paid It All._ + +I hear the Savior say, + Thy strength indeed is small; +Child of weakness, watch and pray, + Find in me thine all in all. + +Cho.--Jesus paid it all, + All to him I owe; + Sin had left a crimson stain, + He washed it white as snow. + +2 Lord, now indeed I find + Thy power, and thine alone, +Can change the leper's spots, + And melt the heart of stone. + +3 For nothing good have I + Whereby thy grace to claim-- +I'll wash my garment white + In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. + +4 When from my dying bed + My ransomed soul shall rise, +Then "Jesus paid it all" + Shall rend the vaulted skies. + +5 And when before the throne + I stand in him complete, +I'll lay my trophies down, + All down at Jesus' feet. + + Mrs. Elvina M. Hall. + + +198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. + +_Rev. 22:17._ (479) + +Come to the blood-stained tree; + The Victim bleeding lies; +God sets the sinner free, + Since Christ, a ransom, dies. + +2 The Spirit will apply + His blood to cleanse thy stain; +Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh, + For none can come in vain! + +3 Dark though thy guilt appear, + And deep its crimson stain, +There's boundless mercy here, + Oh, do not still disdain. + +4 Look not within for peace, + Within, there's nought to cheer; +Look up, and find release + From sin, and self, and fear. + + +199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M. + +_A Complete Atonement._ + +Christ has for sin atonement made, + What a wonderful Savior! +We are redeem'd, the price is paid, + What a wonderful Savior! + +Cho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus! + What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord! + +2 I praise him for the cleansing blood, + What a wonderful Savior! +That reconciled my soul to God, + What a wonderful Savior! + +3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin, + What a wonderful Savior! +And now he reigns and rules therein, + What a wonderful Savior! + +4 He walks beside me in the way, + What a wonderful Savior! +And keeps me faithful day by day, + What a wonderful Savior! + +5 He gives me overcoming power, + What a wonderful Savior! +And triumph in each conflict hour, + What a wonderful Savior! + +6 To him I've given all my heart, + What a wonderful Savior! +The world shall never share a part, + What a wonderful Savior! + + E. A. Hoffman. + + +200 Wonderful Grace. P.M. + +_Divine Grace._ + +'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, + This great salvation brings; +The soul, delivered of its load, + In sweetest rapture sings. + +Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace, + Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace, + 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, + Flowing still freely for me. + +2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, + Which saves the soul from sin, +The power of rising evil days, + And reigns supreme within. + +3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace; + Its streams are full and free; +Are flowing now for all the race, + They even flow to me. + + Rev. W. H. Burrell. + + +201 Seeking for Me. P.M. + +_Christ's Atoning Work._ + +Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, +Born in a manger to sorrow and shame; +Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name, + Seeking for me, for me. + +2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree +Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; +Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? + Dying for me, for me. + +3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old, +While I did wander afar from the fold, +Gently and long he hath plead with my soul, + Calling for me, for me. + +4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high; +Sweet is the promise as weary years fly; +Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, + Coming for me, for me. + + E. E. Hasty + + +202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. + +_At the Door._ (429) + +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. + +Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in, + He'll cleanse the heart from sin, + Oh, keep him no more out at the door, + But let the dear Savior come in. + +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 prove a friend indeed? +He will--the very friend you need; +The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he. +With garments died on Calvary. + +4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, +Turn out his enemy and thine; +That soul-destroying monster, sin, +And let the heavenly stranger in. + +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. + + Joseph Grigg, 1765. + + +203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. + +_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430) + +Oh, do not let the word depart, + And close thine eyes against the light; +Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +2 To-morrow's sun may never rise + To bless thy long-deluded sight; +This is the time, oh, then be wise! + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +3 Our God in pity lingers still; + And wilt thou thus his love requite? +Renounce at length thy stubborn will; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +4 The world has nothing left to give, + It has no new, no pure delight; +Oh, try the life which Christians live; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + + +204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Sinners, Turn!_ + +Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God, your Maker, asks you why? +God, who did your being give, +Made you with himself to live; +He the fatal cause demands; +Asks the work of his own hands,-- +Why, ye thankless creatures, why +Will ye cross his love, and die? + +2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God, your Savior, asks you why? +He, who did your souls retrieve, +Died himself, that ye might live. +Will ye let him die in vain? +Crucify your Lord again? +Why, ye ransomed sinners, why +Will ye slight his grace and die? + +3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God; the Spirit, asks you why? +He who all your lives hath strove, +Urged you to embrace his love. +Will ye not his grace receive? +Will ye still refuse to live? +O ye dying sinners, why, +Why will ye forever die? + + Rev. C. Wesley, 1745. + + + +205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Delay._ (454) + +Hasten, sinner! to be wise, + Stay not for the morrow's sun; +Wisdom, if thou still despise, + Harder is she to be won. + +2 Hasten, mercy to implore, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest thy season should be o'er, + Ere this evening's stage be run. + +3 Hasten, sinner! to return, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest thy lamp should fail to burn, + Ere salvation's work is done. + +4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest perdition thee arrest, + Ere the morrow is begun. + + Thomas Scott, 1773. + + +206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_The Voice of Jesus._ (451) + +Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, +Come, and make my paths your choice; +I will guide you to your home; +Weary pilgrim! hither come. + +2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, +Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, +Long hast roamed this barren waste, +Weary pilgrim! hither haste. + +3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, +Seek for ease, but seek in vain! +Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, +In remorse for guilt who mourn!-- + +4 Hither come, for here is found +Balm that flows for every wound, +Peace that ever shall endure, +Rest eternal, sacred, sure. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812. + + +207 Why Do You Wait? P.M. + +_Immediate Decision._ + +Why do you wait, dear brother, + Oh, why do you tarry so long? +Your Savior is waiting to give you + A place in his sanctified throng. + +Cho.--Why not? why not? + Why not come to him now? + Why not? why not? + Why not come to him now? + +2 What do you hope, dear brother, + To gain by a further delay? +There's no one to save you but Jesus, + There's no other way but his way. + +3 Do you not feel, dear brother, + His Spirit now striving within? +Oh, why not accept his salvation, + And throw off thy burden of sin? + +4 Why do you wait, dear brother, + The harvest is passing away, +Your Savior is longing to bless you, + There's danger and death in delay. + + George F. Root. + + +208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Come and Welcome._ (455) + +From the cross uplifted high, +Where the Savior deigns to die, +What melodious sounds we hear, +Bursting on the ravished ear!-- +"Love's redeeming' work is done-- +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- +Why beneath thy burdens groan? +On my pierced body laid, +Justice owns the ransom paid-- +Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-- +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +3 "Spread for thee, the festal board-- +See with richest bounty stored; +To thy Father's bosom pressed, +Thou shalt be a child confessed, +Never from his house to roam; +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +4 "Soon the days of life shall end-- +Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend! +Safe your spirit to convey +To the realms of endless day, +Up to my eternal home +Come and welcome, sinner, come!" + + T. Haweis, 1792. + + +209 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Gospel Feast._ (417) + +Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor! + Behold a royal feast, +Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, + For every humble guest. + +2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms; + He calls,--he bids you come; +Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; + But, see! there yet is room. + +3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart; + There love and pity meet; +Nor will he bid the soul depart, + That trembles at his feet + +4 Oh! come, and with his children taste + The blessings of his love: +While hope attends the sweet repast + Of nobler joys above. + +5 There, with united heart and voice, + Before th' eternal throne, +Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, + In ecstasies unknown. + +6 And yet ten thousand thousand more + Are welcome still to come; +Ye longing souls! the grace adore, + Approach, there yet is room. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +210 Azmon. C.M. + +_Gen. 6:3._ + +There is a line by us unseen, + That crosses every path, +The hidden boundary between + God's patience and his wrath. + +2 To pass that limit is to die, + To die as if by stealth; +It does not quench the beaming eye, + Nor pale the glow of health. + +3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne + By which our path is crossed; +Beyond which God himself hath sworn + That he who goes is lost? + +4 How far may we go on to sin? + How long will God forbear? +Where does hope end, and where begin + The confines of despair? + +5 An answer from the skies is sent,-- + "Ye that from God depart, +While it is called to-day, repent, + And harden not your heart." + + Joseph Addison Alexander. + + +211 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Last Resolve._ (416) + +Come, humble sinner! in whose breast + A thousand thoughts revolve: +Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, + And make this last resolve:-- + +2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my 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 sovereign grace. + +4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea; + Perhaps will hear my prayer; +But, if I perish, I will pray, + And perish only there. + +5 "I can but perish if I go, + I am resolved to try; +For, if I stay away, I know + I must forever die." + + Edmund Jones, 1777. + + +212 Sessions. L.M. + +_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427) + +Say, sinner, hath a voice within + Oft whispered to thy secret soul, +Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, + And yield thy heart to God's control? + +2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-- + It was the Spirit's gracious call; +It bade thee make the better choice, + And haste to seek in Christ thine all. + +3 Spurn not the call for life and light; + Regard in time the warning kind; +That call thou may'st not always slight + And yet the gate of mercy find. + +4 God's Spirit will not always strive + With hardened self-destroying men; +Ye, who persist his love to grieve, + May never hear his voice again. + +5 Sinner! perhaps this very day + Thy last accepted time may be: +Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away + Then hope may never beam on thee. + + Mrs. Ann B. Hyde. + + +213 Just As Thou Art. L.M. + +_Just As Thou Art._ (428) + +Just as thou art--without one trace +Of love, or joy, or inward grace,-- +Or meekness for the heav'nly place,-- + Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come. + +2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree; +The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, +That peace and pardon might be free;-- + Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come. + +3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed? +Trust not the world; it gives no rest; +I bring relief to hearts oppressed;-- + Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come. + +4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, +Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears; +'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;-- + Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come. + +5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!" +Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!" +Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come; + Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come. + + Russell S. Cook, 1850, _a._ + + +214 Jesus is Calling. P.M. + +_The Call of Christ._ + +Jesus is tenderly calling thee home-- + Calling to-day, calling to-day; +Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam + Farther and farther away? + +Ref.--Calling to-day, + Calling to-day. + Jesus is calling, + Is tenderly calling to-day. + +2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest-- + Calling to-day, calling to-day; +Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest; + He will not turn thee away. + +3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now-- + Waiting to-day, waiting to-day; +Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow; + Come, and no longer delay. + +4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice-- + Hear him to-day, hear him to-day; +They who believe on his name shall rejoice; + Quickly arise and away. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +215 Goshen. 11s. + +_All Things Ready._ (469) + +Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, +When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? +Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!" +And angels are waiting to welcome you home. + +2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, +Your hearts may grow better by staying away! +Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, +While streams of salvation are flowing so free. + +3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; +Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? +If sin is your burden, why will you not come? +'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home. + +4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? +There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; +If still you are doubting, make trial and see. +And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. + + Josiah Hopkins, 1830. + + +216 Goshen. 11s. + +_Danger of Delay._ (470) + +Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near; + The waters of life are now flowing for thee; +No price is demanded, the Savior is here, + Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. + +2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse + The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? +A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse + To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? + +3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come, + For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; +Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,-- + Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. + +4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace, + Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight; +And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,-- + To sink in the vale of eternity's night. + + Thomas Hastings, 1831. + + +217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s. + +_Divine Sympathy._ (477) + +There's a wideness in God's mercy, + Like the wideness of the sea; +There's a kindness in his justice, + Which is more than liberty. + +Ref.--He is calling, "Come to me;" + Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee. + +2 There's no place where earthly sorrows + Are more felt than up in heaven; +There's no place where earthly failings + Have such kindly judgment given. + +3 For the love of God is broader + Than the measure of man's mind, +And the heart of the Eternal + Is most wonderfully kind. + +4 But we make his love too narrow, + By false limits of our own; +And we magnify his strictness + With a zeal he will not own. + +5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus; + Come, but come not doubting thus; +Come with faith that trusts more freely + His great tenderness for us. + +6 If our love were but more simple, + We should take him at his word; +And our lives would be all sunshine + In the sweetness of our Lord. + + Frederick Faber, _ab._ + + +218 Come to Jesus. + + (478) + +Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, + Come to Jesus just now, +Just now come to Jesus, + Come to Jesus just now. + +2 He will save you. + +3 Oh, believe him. + +4 He is able. + +5 He is willing. + +6 He'll receive you. + +7 Call upon him. + +8 He will hear you. + +9 Look unto him. + +10 He'll forgive you. + +11 Flee to Jesus. + +12 He will cleanse you. + +13 He will clothe you. + +14 Jesus loves you. + +15 Don't reject him. + +16 Only trust him. + +17 Hallelujah. Amen. + + +219 Who'll Be the Next? P.M. + +_Delay Deplored._ + +Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next the cross to bear? +Someone is ready, someone is waiting; + Who'll be the next a crown to wear? + +Ref.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next? + Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now? + Follow Jesus now? + +2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus-- + Follow his weary, bleeding feet? +Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden + Down at the Father's mercy-seat? + +3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next to praise his name? +Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption-- + Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb? + +4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, + Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide? +Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed, + Singing upon the other side? + + Annie S. Hawks. + + +220 Let Him In. P.M. + +_The Stranger at the Door._ + +There's a stranger at the door, + Let him in, +He has been there oft before, + Let him in; +Let him in ere he is gone, +Let him in, the Holy One, +Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, + Let him in. + +2 Open now to him your heart, + Let him in, +If you wait he will depart, + Let him in; +Let him in, he is your Friend, +He your soul will sure defend, +He will keep you to the end, + Let him in. + +3 Hear you now his loving voice? + Let him in, +Now, oh, now make him your choice + Let him in; +He is standing at the door, +Joy to you he will restore, +And his name you will adore, + Let him in. + +4 Now admit the heavenly Guest, + Let him in, +He will make for you a feast, + Let him in; +He will speak your sins forgiv'n, +And when earth ties all are riven, +He will take you home to heaven, + Let him in. + + Rev. J. B. Atchison. + + +221 Almost Persuaded. P.M. + +_"Almost," but Lost._ (475) + +"Almost persuaded" now to believe; +"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; +Seems now some soul to say, +"Go, Spirit, go thy way; +Some more convenient day + On thee I'll call." + +2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; +"Almost persuaded," turn not away, +Jesus invites you here, +Angels are ling'ring near, +Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear; + Oh, wand'rer, come! + +3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past! +"Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! +"Almost" cannot avail; +"Almost" is but to fail! +Sad, sad that bitter wail,-- + "Almost," but lost! + + P. P. Bliss. + + +222 To-Day. 6s & 4s. + + (476) + +To-day the Savior calls! + Ye wand'rers, come, +Oh, ye benighted souls, + Why longer roam? + +2 To-day the Savior calls! + Oh, hear him now; +Within these sacred walls + To Jesus bow. + +3 Today the Savior calls! + For refuge fly! +The storm of justice falls, + And death is nigh. + +4 The Spirit calls to-day; + Yield to his power; +Oh, grieve him not away, + 'Tis mercy's hour. + + +223 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Invitation Hymn._ (463) + +Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, + Weak and wounded, sick and sore; +Jesus ready stands to save you, + Full of pity, love, and pow'r; + He is able, + He is willing, doubt no more. + +2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome; + God's free bounty glorify; +True belief and true repentance, + Every grace that brings you nigh, + Without money, + Come to Jesus Christ and buy. + +3 Let not conscience make you linger, + Nor of fitness fondly dream; +All the fitness he requireth + Is to feel your need of him; + This he gives you; + 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. + +4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, + Bruised and mangled by the fall; +If you tarry till you're better, + You will never come at all; + Not the righteous,-- + Sinners Jesus came to call. + + Joseph Hart, 1759. + +Cho.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, + Sound the praise of his dear name: + Glory, honor, and salvation, + Christ, the Lord, is come to reign. + +Cho.--I will arise and go to Jesus, + He will embrace me in his arms, + In the arms of my dear Savior, + Oh, there are ten thousand charms! + + +224 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_The Voice of Mercy._ (466) + +Listen, sinner! mercy hails you; + With her sweetest voice she calls; +Bids you hasten to the Savior, + Ere the hand of justice falls: + Listen, sinner! + 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. + +2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering + O'er the path you dare to tread! +Hark! the awful thunders rolling + Loud and louder o'er your head! + Flee, oh, sinner! + Lest the lightnings strike you dead. + +3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior; + Sue his mercy while you may; +Soon the day of grace is over; + Soon your life will pass away, + Hasten sinner! + You must perish, if you stay. + + Andrew Reed, 1817. + + +225 Rhinehart. 7s & 6s. + +_Penitents Encouraged._ (458) + +Dropping souls! no longer mourn, + Jesus still is precious; +If to him you now return, + Heav'n will be propitious; +Jesus now is passing by, + Calling wand'rers near him; +Drooping souls! you need not die, + Go to him and hear him! + +2 He has pardons full and free, + Drooping souls to gladden; +Still he cries--"Come unto me, + Weary, heavy laden!" +Tho' your sins, like mountains high, + Rise, and reach to heaven, +Soon as you on him rely, + All shall be forgiven. + +3 Precious is the Savior's name, + All his saints adore him; +He to save the dying came;-- + Prostrate bow before him! +Wand'ring sinner! now return; + Contrite souls! believe him! +Jesus calls you; cease to mourn; + Worship him; receive him. + + Thomas Hastings. 1831. + + +226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s. + +_Judgment Day._ + +Soon the evening shadows falling + Close the day of mortal life; +Soon the hand of death appalling + Draws thee from its weary strife. + +Cho.--Are you ready? are you ready? + 'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? + Are you ready? are you ready? + Do not linger longer, come to-day. + +2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding + Calls thee to the judgment throne; +Now prepare, for love abounding + Yet has left thee not alone. + +3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger! + Art thou ready--ready now? +Ready should Death's icy finger + Lay its chill upon thy brow? + +4 Priceless love and free salvation + Freely still are offered thee; +Yield no longer to temptation, + But from sin and sorrow flee. + + J. W. Slaughenhaupt. + + +227 Windham. L.M. + +_The Broad Road._ + +Broad is the road that leads to death, + And thousands walk together there; +But wisdom shows a narrow path, + With here and there a traveler. + +2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," + Is the Redeemer's great command; +Nature must count her gold but dross, + If she would gain this heavenly land. + +3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, + And walks the ways of God no more, +Is but esteemed almost a saint. + And makes his own destruction sure. + +4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; + Create my heart entirely new-- +Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, + Which false apostates never knew. + + Isaac Watts. + + +228 Gorton. S.M. + +_The Second Death._ (504) + +Oh, where shall rest be found-- + Rest for the weary soul? +'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, + Or pierce to either pole. + +2 The world can never give + The bliss for which we sigh; +'Tis not the whole of life to live, + Nor all of death to die. + +3 Beyond this vale of tears + There is a life above, +Unmeasured by the flight of years; + And all that life is love. + +4 There is a death, whose pang + Outlasts the fleeting breath; +Oh, what eternal horrors hang + Around the second death! + +5 Lord God of truth and grace, + Teach us that death to shun, +Lest we be banished from thy face, + And evermore undone. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +229 No Room in Heaven. P.M. + +_Shut Out._ + +How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, + All hopeless and unforgiven, +The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, + Should answer, No room in heaven. + +Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be! + No room in heaven for thee! + No room, no room, + No room in heaven for thee! + +2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past, + The bright summer days all over; +To know that the reapers had gathered the grain, + And left thee alone forever. + +3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near, + Remember the love that he gave you; +The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still, + And Jesus now waits to save you. + + W. O. Cushing. + + +230 When the King Comes in. P.M. + +_The Final Test._ + +Called to the feast by the King are we, + Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, +How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, + When the King comes in? + +Ref.--When the King comes in, brother, + When the King comes in! + How will it fare with thee and me + When the King comes in? + +2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, + Glorified he who once died for men, +Splendid the vision before us then, + When the King comes in. + +3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show + Things hidden long from both friend and foe, +Just what we are will each neighbor know, + When the King comes in. + +4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest + Who is in white wedding garments dressed, +Ah, well for us if we stand the test, + When the King comes in. + +5 Endless the separation then, + Bitter the cry of deluded men, +Awful that moment beyond all ken, + When the King comes in. + +6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, + So to await thee each in his place, +That we may fear not to see thy face + When thou comest in. + + J.E. Landor. + + +231 When the Door is Shut. P.M. + +_The Present Invitation._ + +The door of salvation is open wide, + And Jesus invites you to come; +While mercy and pardon await within, + Oh, enter while yet there is room. + +Ref.--When the door once is shut, + To entreat will be vain; + 'Twill never, no, never + Be opened again. + +2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests, + The day and the hour are at hand; +Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near; + Oh, why do you doubtingly stand? + +3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without, + And plead for admittance in vain, +You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice, + And long for this moment again. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +232 Hebron. L.M. + +_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495) + +Oh, that my load of sin were gone; + Oh, that I could at last submit +At Jesus' feet to lay it down-- + To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. + +2 Rest for my soul I long to find; + Savior of all, if mine thou art, +Give me the meek and lowly mind, + And stamp thine image on my heart. + +3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, + And fully set my spirit free; +I cannot rest till pure within-- + Till I am wholly lost in thee. + +4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; + Thy light and easy burden prove; +The cross all stained with hallowed blood, + The labor of thy dying love. + +5 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. + + Charles Wesley, 1742. + + +233 Hebron. L.M. + +_Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493) + +Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; + Let a repenting rebel live; +Are not thy mercies large and free? + May not a sinner trust in thee? + +2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass + The power and glory of thy grace; +Great God, thy nature hath no bound, + So let thy pard'ning love be found. + +3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, + And make my guilty conscience clean; +Here, on my heart, the burden lies + And past offenses pain mine eyes. + +4 My lips with shame my sins confess, + Against thy law, against thy grace; +Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, + I am condemned, but thou art clear. + +5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, + Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, +Would light on some sweet promise there, + Some sure support against despair. + + Charles Wesley, 1742. + + +234 Hebron. L.M. + +_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494) + +Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, + Though I have done thee such despite, +Nor cast the sinner quite away, + Nor take thine everlasting flight. + +2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, + And still shook off my guilty fears; +And vexed and urged, thee to depart, + For many long rebellious years. + +3 Though I have most unfaithful been, + Of all whoe'er thy grace received! +Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; + Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; + +4 This only woe I deprecate; + This only plague I pray remove; +Nor leave me in my lost estate; + Nor curse me with this want of love. + +5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, + Upraise me with thy gracious hand, +And guide into thy perfect peace, + And bring me to the promised land. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + +235 Woodworth. L.M. + +_Coming in Humility._ (489) + +Just as I am, without one plea, +But that thy blood was shed for me, +And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +2 Just as I am, and waiting not +To rid my soul of one dark blot, +To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about +With many a conflict, many a doubt, +Fightings within, and fears without, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +4 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! + +5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive, +Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; +Because thy promise I believe, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +6 Just as I am--thy love unknown +Hath broken every barrier down; +Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + + Charlotte Elliott, 1836. + + +236 Badea. S.M. + +_Decision._ (506) + +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 compelled, + And own thee conqueror. + +3 Tho' late, I all forsake, + My friends, my all resign; +Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, 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. + + Charles Wesley, 1746. + + +237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s. + +_The Call Answered._ + +Do you hear the Savior calling, + By the wooings of his voice? +Do you hear the accents falling? + Will you make the precious choice? + +Ref.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning + Just to hear the accents fall! + I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning + To the Savior's gentle call! + +2 By his Spirit he is wooing, + Softly drawing us to him, +Thro' the day and night pursuing, + With his gentle voice to win. + +3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking + To the wand'ring, erring ones; +List! the voice the stillness breaking! + Hear the sweet and solemn tones! + +4 In his providential dealings, + Even in his stern decrees, +In the loudest thunders pealing, + Or the murm'ring of the breeze. + + W. S. Marshall. + + +238 I Do Believe. C.M. + +_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491) + +Father, I stretch my hand 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 thro' his blood, his precious blood, + I shall from sin be free. + +2 What did thine only Son endure. + Before I drew my breath? +What pain, what labor, to secure + My soul from endless death! + +3 O Jesus, could I this believe, + I now should feel thy power; +And all my wants thou would'st relieve, + In this accepted hour. + +4 Author of faith! to thee I lift + My weary, longing eyes; +Oh, let me now receive that gift-- + My soul without it dies. + +5 Surely thou canst not let me die; + Oh, speak, and I shall live, +And here I will unwearied lie, + Till thou thy Spirit give. + +6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, + Could I but see thy face; +Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, + And taste thy pard'ning grace. + + Charles Wesley + + +239 I Do Believe. C.M. + +_The Friend of Sinners._ (485) + +Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; + As such I look to thee; +Now, in the fullness of thy love, + O Lord! remember me. + +2 Remember thy pure word of grace,-- + Remember Calvary; +Remember all thy dying groans, + And, then, remember me. + +3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! + I yield myself to thee; +While thou art sitting on thy throne, + Dear Lord! remember me. + +4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile, + But thy salvation's free; +Then, in thine all abounding grace, + Dear Lord! remember me. + + Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._ + + +240 Brown. C.M. + +_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482) + +Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, + Where Jesus answers prayer; +There humbly fall before his feet, + For none can perish there. + +2 Thy promise is my only plea, + With this I venture nigh; +Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee, + And such, O Lord, am I. + +3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, + By Satan sorely pressed; +By wars without and fears within, + I come to thee for rest. + +4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die, + To bear the cross and shame; +That guilty sinners, such as I, + Might plead thy gracious name. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +241 Take Me As I Am. P.M. + +_No Hope in Self._ + +Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry; +Unless thou help me, I must die; +Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh + And take me as I am. + +Ref.--Take me as I am, + Take me as I am; + Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, + And take me as I am. + +2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, +But yet for me thy blood was spilt, +And thou canst make me as thou wilt, + But take me as I am. + +3 I thirst, I long to know thy love, +Thy full salvation I would prove; +But since to thee I cannot move + Oh, take me as I am. + +4 If thou hast work for me to do, +Inspire my will, my heart renew, +And work both in and by me, too, + But take me as I am. + +5 And when at last the work is done. +The battle o'er, the victory won, +Still, still my cry shall be alone, + Oh, take me as I am. + + Eliza H. Hamilton. + + +242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M. + +_The Source of Peace._ + +Would you lose your load of sin? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you know God's peace within? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +Cho.--Jesus who on the cross did die, + Jesus who lives and reigns on high, + He alone can justify; + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +2 Would you calmly walk the wave? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you know his pow'r to save? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +3 Would you have your cares grow light? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you songs have in the night? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +4 Grieving, would you comfort know? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Humble be when blessings flow? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +5 Would you strength in weakness have? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +See a light beyond the grave? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + + D. W. Whittle. + + +243 At the Cross. C.M. + +_Rom. 5:2._ (664) + +I stand; but not as once I did, + Beneath my load of guilt; +The blessed Jesus bore it all-- + For me his blood was spilt. + +2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount, + With arms around the cross; +I have been there, and left behind + Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross. + +3 I stand e'en now where he appears, + In union with my Lord; +In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought. + I read it in his word. + +4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone-- + In him we are complete; +We live by faith! but soon in sight + Our coming Christ we'll greet. + + Unknown. + + +244 At the Cross. C.M. + +_Salvation at the Cross._ (492) + +Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, + My Savior, can it be +That thou hast borne the crown of thorns + And suffered death for me? + +Cho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light + And, the burden of my heart rolled away-- + It was there by faith I received my sight, + And now I am happy all the day. + +2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet, + I give myself to thee; +I plead thy merits, thine alone, + For thou hast died for me. + +3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide, + For sinners flowing free, +Then rise, renewed by grace divine, + And shout salvation free. + +4 And when I reach thy place above, + My sweetest notes will be, +Redemption through a Savior's name, + Who bled and died for me. + + Fanny Crosby, 1873. + + +245 Saved by Faith. P.M. + +_Justified by Faith._ + +I have found redemption in the Savior's blood, + I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I am sweetly trusting in the word of God + I am saved by faith in his blood. + +Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, + I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me, + I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, + I am saved by faith in his blood. + +2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I will trust in Jesus while I run my race, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + +3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I will trust his promise, on his strength rely, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + +4 I will keep on singing as I march along, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +In my home in glory this shall be my song, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + + +246 Only Trust Him. C.M. + +_Peace in Believing._ + +Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed, + There's mercy with the Lord; +And he will surely give you rest + By trusting in his word. + +Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him, + Only trust him now; + He will save you, he will save you, + He will save you now. + +2 For Jesus shed his precious blood + Rich blessings to bestow; +Plunge now into the crimson flood + That washes white as snow. + +3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way, + That leads you into rest; +Believe in him without delay, + And you are fully blest. + +4 Come, then, and join this holy band, + And on to glory go, +To dwell in that celestial land, + Where joys immortal flow. + + J. H. Stockton. + + +247 Is My Name Written There? P.M. + +_The Book of Life._ + +Lord, I care not for riches, + Neither silver nor gold; +I would make sure of heaven, + I would enter the fold. +In the book of thy kingdom, + With its pages so fair, +Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, + Is my name written there? + +Cho.--Is my name written there? + On the page white and fair? + In the book of thy kingdom, + Is my name written there? + +2 Lord, my sins, they are many, + Like the sands of the sea, +But thy blood, oh, my Savior, + Is sufficient for me; +For thy promise is written, + In bright letters that glow, +"Tho' your sins be as scarlet, + I will make them like snow." + +3 Oh, that beautiful city, + With its mansions of light, +With its glorified beings, + In pure garments of white; +Where no evil thing cometh + To despoil what is fair; +Where the angels are watching, + Yes, my name's written there. + + Mrs. Mary A. Kidder. + + +248 Convert. P.M. + +_Joy in Christ._ + + Oh, how happy are they + Who their Savior obey, +And have laid up their treasures above; + Tongue cannot express + The sweet comfort and peace +Of a soul in its earliest love. + +2 That sweet comfort was mine, + When the favor divine +I first found in the blood of the Lamb; + When my heart it believed, + What a joy I received, +What a heaven in Jesus' name. + +3 'Twas a heaven below + My Redeemer to know, +And the angels could do nothing more + Than to fall at his feet, + And the story repeat, +And the Lover of sinners adore. + +4 Jesus, all the day long, + Was my joy and my song; +O that all his salvation might see! + He hath loved me, I cried, + He hath suffered and died +To redeem such a rebel as me. + +5 On the wings of his love + I was carried above +All sin and temptation and pain, + And I could not believe + That I ever should grieve-- +That I ever should suffer again. + +6 I then rode on the sky, + Freely justified I, +Nor did envy Elijah his seat; + My soul mounted higher, + In a chariot of tire, +And the moon it was under my feet. + +7 O the rapturous height + Of that holy delight +Which I felt in the life-giving blood, + Of my Savior possessed, + I was perfectly blest, +As if filled with the fullness of God. + +8 Never more will I stray + From my Savior away, +But I'll follow the Lamb till I die; + I will take up my cross, + And count all things but loss, +Till I meet with my Lord in the sky. + + Charles Wesley. + + +249 Hallowed Spot. P.M. + +_The Place of Conversion._ (249) + +There is a spot to me more dear + Than native vale or mountain; +A spot to which affection's tear + Springs grateful from its fountain; +'Tis not where kindred souls abound-- + Tho' that is almost heaven-- +But where I first my Savior found, + And felt my sins forgiven. + +2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore, + Long tossed upon the ocean, +Above me was the thunder's roar, + Beneath, the wave's commotion. +Darkly the pall of night was thrown + Around me, faint with terror; +In that dark hour how did my groans + Ascend for years of error. + +3 Sinking and panting as for breath, + I knew not help was nigh me, +And cried, O save me, Lord, from death-- + Immortal Jesus, hear me. +Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine-- + My Savior stood before me; +I saw his brightness round me shine, + And shouted glory, glory. + +4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot! + Where love divine first found me; +Wherever falls my distant lot, + My heart shall linger round thee: +And as from earth I rise, to soar + Up to my home in heaven, +Down will I cast my eyes once more, + Where I was first forgiven. + + William Hunter, D. D. + + +250 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Need of Conversion_ + +How solemn are the words, + And yet to faith how plain, +Which Jesus uttered while on earth-- + "Ye must be born again!" + +2 "Ye must be born again!" + For so hath God decreed; +No reformation will suffice-- + 'Tis life poor sinners need. + +3 "Ye must be born again!" + And life in Christ must have; +In vain the soul may elsewhere go-- + 'Tis he alone can save. + +4 "Ye must be born again!" + Or never enter heaven; +'Tis only blood-washed ones are there-- + The ransomed and forgiven. + + Anon. + + +251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M. + +_The Soul Redeemed._ + +When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, + When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll; +Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, + It is well, it is well with my soul. + +Cho.--It is well with my soul, + It is well, it is well with my soul. + +2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, + Let this blest assurance control, +That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, + And hath shed his own blood for my soul. + +3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't-- + My sin--not in part but the whole, +Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more, + Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul! + +4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, + The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, +The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, + "Even so"--it is well with my soul. + + H.G. Spafford. + + +252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s. + +_An Accomplished Work._ + +'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give +Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe + +Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done, + I believe on the Son; + I am saved by the blood of the crucified One. + +2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, +Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. + +3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; +They are safe now in glory, and this is their song: + +4 Little children I see standing close by their King, +And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing. + +5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, +And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold, + +6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, +And the theme of our praises forever will be. + + +253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. + +_From Darkness to Light._ (522) + +Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, + Thee thyself I cannot see; +Jesus, Master! pass not by me; + Son of David! pity me. + +2 While I sit in weary blindness, + Longing for the blessed light, +Many taste thy loving kindness; + "Lord! I would receive my sight." + +3 I would see thee and adore thee, + And thy word the power can give; +Hear the sightless soul implore thee; + Let me see thy face and live. + +4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me? + What this burst of strange delight? +Lo! the rapturous vision fills me! + This is Jesus! this is sight! + +5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! + Let me follow in the way; +I will teach the blind to find him + Who can turn their night to day. + + H.D. Ganse. + + +254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. + +_The Blind Man Healed._ (521) + +"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!" + Thus blind Bartimeus prayed; +"Others by thy word are saved, + Now to me afford thine aid." + +2 Many for his crying chid him,-- + But he called the louder still; +Till the gracious Savior bade him,-- + "Come, and ask me what you will." + +3 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. + +4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness, + Let mine eyes behold the day!" +Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, + Followed Jesus in the way. + +5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, + Publishing to all around, +"Friends! is not my case amazing? + What a Savior I have found! + +6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, + And would be advised by me! +Surely would they hasten to him, + He would cause them all to see." + + John Newton, 1779. + + +255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M. + +Oh, the peace that fills my soul, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Cleansed from sin, made free and whole, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +Cho.--This is my abiding place, + Clothed with his abounding grace, + Looking upward to his face, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +2 Christ is mine in storm and calm, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +All my wounds are filled with balm, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +3 Here I rest from toil and strife, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Safe beneath the Tree of Life, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +4 Come ye guilty and be healed, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Freely is God's love revealed, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +256 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649) + +Forever here my rest shall be, + Close to thy bleeding side; +'Tis all my hope and all my plea, + "For me the Savior died." + +2 My dying Savior and my God, + Fountain for guilt and sin, +Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, + And cleanse and keep me clean. + +3 Wash me and make me thus thine own, + Wash me, and mine thou art! +Wash me, but not my feet alone, + My hands, my head, my heart! + +4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply + Till faith to sight improve, +Till hope in full fruition die, + And all my soul be love. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +257 Ortonville. C.M. + +_The Believer's Rest._ (654) + +Lord, I believe a rest remains + To all thy people known; +A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, + And thou art loved alone. + +2 A rest where all our soul's desire + Is fixed on things above; +Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, + Cast out by perfect love. + +3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, + Believe and enter in: +Now, Savior, now the power bestow, + And let me cease from sin. + +4 Remove this hardness from my heart; + This unbelief remove: +To me the rest of faith impart-- + The Sabbath of thy love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +258 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Longing for Christ._ (648) + +Oh! could I find from day to day, + A nearness to my God; +Then should my hours glide sweet away, + And live upon thy word. + +2 Lord! I desire with thee to live. + Anew from day to day, +In joys the world can never give, + Nor ever take away. + +3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart + And I'll be wholly thine; +And never, nevermore depart; + For thou art wholly mine. + +4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, + Thy goodness I'll adore; +And, when my flesh dissolves in death, + My soul shall love thee more. + + Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. + + +259 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Self-Dedication._ (662) + +Welcome, O Savior! to my heart; + Possess thine humble throne; +Bid every rival hence depart, + And claim me for thine own. + +2 The world and Satan I forsake,-- + To thee I all resign; +My longing heart, O Jesus! take, + And make it all divine. + +3 Oh! may I never turn aside, + Nor from thy bosom flee; +Let nothing here my heart divide-- + I give it all to thee. + + Hugh Bourne, 1825. + + +260 Rhine. C.M. + +_Prayer for Entire Sanctification._ (652) + +My God, I know, I feel thee mine, + And will not quit my claim +Till all I have is lost in thine, + And all renewed I am. + +2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, + And will not let thee go, +Till steadfastly by faith I stand + And all thy goodness know. + +3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love + Shed in my heart abroad: +Then shall my feet no longer rove, + Rooted and fixed in God. + +4 Refining fire, go through my heart, + Illuminate my soul; +Scatter thy life through every part, + And sanctify the whole. + + Charles Wesley. + + +261 Bemerton. C.M. + +_Self-Consecration._ (646) + +My God! accept my heart this day, + And make it always thine, +That I from thee no more may stray, + No more from thee decline. + +2 Before the cross of him who died, + Behold I prostrate fall; +Let every sin be crucified; + Let Christ be All in All. + +3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, + My blest atonement prove, +That I, from first to last, may be + The purchase of thy love. + +4 Let every thought, and work, and word, + To thee be ever given; +Then life shall be thy service, Lord! + And death the gate of heaven. + + Matthew Bridges, 1848. + + +262 Uxbridge. L.M. + +_Living to Christ Alone._ (815) + +My gracious Lord! I own thy right +To every service I can pay, +And call it my supreme delight, +To hear thy dictates and obey. + +2 What is my being, but for thee, +Its sure support, its noblest end? +Thine ever-smiling face to see, +And serve the cause of such a Friend. + +3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, +Or to increase my worldly good; +Nor future days or powers employ, +To spread a sounding name abroad. + +4 'Tis to my Savior I would live, +To him, who for my ransom died; +Nor could all worldly honor give +Such bliss as crowns me at his side. + + Philip Doddridge. 1740. + + +263 Gratitude. L.M. + +_God Wills Our Holiness._ (679) + +He wills that I should holy be; +That holiness I long to feel; +That full divine conformity +To all my Savior's righteous will. + +2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul +Accomplished in the change of mine; +And plunge me, every whit made whole, +In all the depths of love divine. + +3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, +And waits to prove thine utmost will; +The promise by thy mercy made, +Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill. + +4 No more I stagger at thy power, +Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; +Hasten the long-expected hour, +And bless me with thy perfect love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +264 Duane Street. L.M.D. + +_The Way to God._ + +Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, +He whom I fixed my hopes upon; +His track I see, and I'll pursue +The narrow way till him I view. +The way the holy prophets went, +The road that leads from banishment; +The King's highway of holiness; +I'll go, for all his paths are peace. + +2 This is the way I long have sought, +And mourned because I found it not; +My grief a burden long has been, +Because I was not saved from sin. +The more I strove against its power, +I felt its weight and guilt the more; +Till late I heard my Savior say, +"Come hither, soul, I am the way." + +3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, +Shalt take me to thee, as I am; +Nothing but sin have I to give; +Nothing but love shall I receive. +Then will I tell to sinners round, +What a dear Savior I have found; +I'll point to thy redeeming blood, +And say, "Behold the way to God." + + John Cennick, 1743 + + +265 Duane Street. L.M.D. + +_Bought with a Price._ + +Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, +Purchased and saved by blood divine, +With full consent thine I would be, +And own thy sovereign right in me. + +2 Grant one poor sinner more a place +Among the children of thy grace; +A wretched sinner, lost to God, +But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. + +3 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. + +4 Here at that cross where flows the blood, +That bought my guilty soul for God, +Thee, my new Master now I call, +And consecrate to thee my all. + + Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._ + + +266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704) + +Jesus, I my cross have taken, + All to leave and follow thee; +Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, + Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! +Perish, every fond ambition, + All I've sought, or hoped, or known, +Yet how rich is my condition, + God and heaven are still my own! + +2 Let the world despise and leave me-- + They have left my Savior 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 disown me, + Show thy face and all is bright. + +3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; + Come, disaster, scorn, and pain! +In thy service pain is pleasure, + With thy favor, loss is gain. +I have called thee, Abba, Father, + I have set my heart on thee; +Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-- + All must work for good to thee. + +4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, + Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; +Heaven's eternal day's before thee, + God's own hand shall guide thee there. +Soon shall close thy earthly mission, + Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; +Hope shall change to glad fruition, + Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. + + Henry Francis Lyte, 1829. + + +267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. + +_Desiring Sanctification._ (701) + +Love divine, all love excelling, + Joy of heaven, to earth come down; +Fix in us thy humble dwelling; + All thy faithful mercies crown; +Jesus, thou art all compassion; + Pure, unbounded love thou art; +Visit us with thy salvation; + Enter every trembling heart. + +2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit + Into every troubled breast, +Let us all thy grace inherit; + Let us find thy promised rest; +Take away the love of sinning; + Take our load of guilt away; +End the work of thy beginning; + Bring us to eternal day. + +3 Carry on thy new creation; + Pure and holy may we be; +Let us see our whole salvation + Perfectly secured by thee: +Change from glory into glory, + Till in heaven we take our place, +Till we cast our crowns before thee, + Lost in wonder, love, and praise. + + Charles Wesley, 1747. + + +268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. + +_Union with Jesus._ (700) + +In thy service will I ever, + Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; +Nothing me from thee shall sever, + Gladly would I go thy way. +Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever + Thine in sorrow and in joy; +Death the union shall not sever, + Nor eternity destroy. + +2 Let thy light on me be shining + When the day is almost gone, +When the evening is declining, + And the night is drawing on: +Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying + Thy hands on my weary head; +"Here thy day is ended," saying, + "Yonder live the faithful dead." + +3 Stay beside me, when the stillness + And the icy touch of death +Fill my trembling soul with chillness, + Like the morning's frosty breath; +As my failing eyes grow dimmer, + Let my spirit grow more bright, +As I see the first faint glimmer + Of the everlasting light. + + P. Spitta, 1833. + + +269 Even Me. 8s & 7s. + +_Pass Me Not._ (523) + +Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, + Thou art scattering, broad and free; +Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; + Let their fullness fall on me. + +Ref.--Even me, even me, + Let their fullness fall on me. + +2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father! + Sinful, though my heart may be; +Thou might'st curse me, but the rather + Let thy mercy fall on me. + +3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior! + Let me love and cling to thee; +I am longing for thy favor; + When thou comest, call for me. + +4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit! + Thou canst make the blind to see; +Witnesser of Jesus' merit, + Speak the word of power to me. + +5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, + Long been slighting, grieving thee? +Has the world my heart been keeping? + Oh! forgive and rescue me. + +6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,-- + Blood of God, so rich and free,-- +Grace of God, so strong and boundless,-- + Magnify them all in me. + + Elizabeth Coduer, 1860. + + +270 Even Me. 8s & 7s. + +_Self-Consecration._ (524) + +Take me, oh, my Father! take me, + Take me, save me, through thy Son; +That which thou would'st have me, make me, + Let thy will in me be done. + +2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, + Thorny proved the way I trod; +Weary come I now, and praying-- + Take me to thy love, my God! + +3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, + Humbly I confess my sin; +At thy feet, O Father! falling, + To thy household take me in. + +4 Freely now to thee I proffer + This relenting heart of mine; +Freely, life and soul I offer-- + Gift unworthy love like thine. + +5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, + Bore our sins upon the tree; +On that sacrifice relying, + Now I look in hope to thee. + +6 Father! take me; all forgiving, + Fold me to thy loving breast; +In thy hope forever living, + I must be forever blest! + + Ray Palmer, 1865. + + +271 Ferguson. S.M. + +_Restore My Peace._ (637) + +O Jesus! full of grace, + To thee I make my moan: +Let me again behold thy face-- + Call home thy banished one. + +2 Again my pardon seal, + Again my soul restore, +And freely my backslidings heal, + And bid me sin no more. + +3 Thine utmost mercy show; + Say to my drooping soul-- +In peace and full assurance go; + Thy faith hath made thee whole. + + Charles Wesley, 1756. + + +272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s. + +_Dependence on Christ._ + +I cannot do without thee, + O Savior of the lost! +Whose precious blood redeemed me + At such tremendous cost. + +Cho.--I cannot, would not, + Dare not, could not, + Will not do without thee. + I have no strength or goodness, + No wisdom of my own. + +2 I cannot do without thee, + I cannot stand alone; +I have no strength or goodness, + No wisdom of my own. + +3 I cannot do without thee, + I do not know the way; +Thou knowest and thou leadest, + And wilt not let me stray. + +4 I cannot do without thee, + For years are fleeting fast, +And soon, in solemn loneliness, + The river must be passed. + + Frances H. Havergal, Alt. + + +273 Ferguson. S.M. + +_Absorbed in Christ._ (635) + +Mine eyes and my desire + Are ever to the Lord; +I love to plead his promises, + And rest upon his word. + +2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; + Bring thy salvation near; +When will thy hand release my feet + From sin's destructive snare? + +3 When shall the sov'reign grace + Of my forgiving God +Restore me from those dangerous ways + My wand'ring feet have trod? + +4 Oh, keep my soul from death, + Nor put my hope to shame; +For I have placed my only trust + In my Redeemer's name. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +274 Trusting. 7s. + +_At the Cross._ (694) + +I am coming to the cross; +I am poor, and weak, and blind; +I am counting all but dross; +I shall thy salvation find. + +Cho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee, + Blest Lamb of Calvary; + Humbly at thy cross I bow; + Save me, Jesus, save me now. + +2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; +Long has evil reigned within; +Jesus sweetly speaks to me-- +I will cleanse you from all sin. + +3 Here I give my all to thee-- +Friends, and time, and earthly store; +Soul and body thine to be-- +Wholly thine--forevermore. + +4 In the promises I trust; +Now I feel the blood applied; +I am prostrate in the dust; +I with Christ am crucified. + +5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul! +Perfected in love I am! +I am ev'ry whit made whole; +Glory! glory to the Lamb! + + Wm. McDonald. + + +275 I'll Live for Him. P.M. + +_Dedication of Self._ + +My life, my love I give to thee, + Thou Lamb of God, who died for me; +Oh, may I ever faithful be + My Savior and my God. + +Cho.--I'll live for him who died for me, + How happy, then, my life shall be! + I'll live for him who died for me, + My Savior and my God. + +2 I now believe thou dost receive, + For thou hast died that I might live; +And now henceforth I'll trust in thee, + My Savior and my God. + +3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary, + To save my soul and make me free, +I consecrate my life to thee, + My Savior and my God. + + +276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M. + +_The Offered Heart._ + +Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it all thine own, +Let thy Holy Spirit +Break this heart of stone, +And make me all thine own. + +Cho.--Take my heart, and let it be + Ev'ry moment more like thee; + At thy feet I bow; + Take my heart just now, + And make me all thine own. + +2 Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it pure and clean; +Let thy blood, still flowing, +Wash away my sin, +And make me pure and clean. + +3 Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it white as snow; +May the cleansing fountain, +May the precious flow, +Still keep me white as snow. + + Baltzell + + +277 Entire Consecration. 7s. + +_Self-Dedication_ + +Take my life, and let it be + Consecrated, Lord, to thee; +Take my hands and let them move + At the impulse of thy love. + +Cho.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, + Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, + Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be + Thine, henceforth, eternally. + +2 Take my feet, and let them be + Swift and beautiful for thee; +Take my voice, and let me sing + Always, only for my King + +3 Take my lips, and let them be + Filled with messages for thee; +Take my silver and my gold-- + Not a mite would I withhold. + +4 Take my moments and my days, + Let them flow in endless praise; +Take my intellect, and use + Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose. + +5 Take my will, and make it thine; + It shall be no longer mine; +Take my heart,--it is thine own,-- + It shall be thy royal throne. + +6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour + At thy feet its treasure-store! +Take myself, and I will be + Ever, only, all for thee! + + Frances Ridley Havergal. + + +278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. + +_Nearness to Christ Desired._ + +Lord, weak and impotent I stand, +As fettered by an unseen hand; +Break thou the strong and subtle band, + And draw me close to thee. + +Cho.--Draw me close to thee, Savior, + Draw me close to thee; + Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, + And draw me close to thee. + +2 In vain I struggle to be free; +I would, but cannot, fly to thee; +Ope thou the prison door for me, + And draw me close to thee. + +3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still, +That thine own peace my soul may fill, +And I may rest in thy sweet will; + Lord, draw me close to thee. + +4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide, +And never wander from thy side; +Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, + And draw me close to thee. + + M.A.W. Cook. + + +279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. + +_Clinging to Christ._ (668) + +O holy Savior! Friend unseen, +Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, +Help me, throughout life's changing scene, + By faith to cling to thee! + +Cho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior, + Help me cling to thee! + Help me, throughout life's changing scene, + By faith to cling to thee! + +2 Without a murmur I dismiss +My former dreams of earthly bliss; +My joy, my recompense be this, + Each hour to cling to thee! + +3 Though faith and hope are often tried, +I ask not, need not, aught beside; +So safe, so calm, so satisfied, + The soul that clings to thee! + + Charlotte Elliott. + + +280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M. + +_Communion with Christ._ + +I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, + And it told thy love to me; +But I long to rise in the arms of faith, + And be closer drawn to thee. + +Ref.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, +To the cross where thou hast died; + Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, + To thy precious, bleeding side. + +2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, + By the pow'r of grace divine; +Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, + And my will be lost in thine. + +3 O the pure delight of a single hour + That before thy throne I spend, +When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God, + I commune as friend with friend. + +4 There are depths of love that I cannot know + Till I cross the narrow sea, +There are heights of joy that I may not reach + Till I rest in peace with thee. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s. + +_Desire for Purity._ + +Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; +I want thee forever to live in my soul; +Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; + Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, +And help me to make a complete sacrifice; +I give up myself and whatever I know-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; +I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, +By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; +Come now, and within me a new heart create; +To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + + James Nicholson. + + +282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M. + +_Resting in Christ's Merits._ + +Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? +Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, + In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? + Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? +Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, + Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? +Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? + And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, + And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; +There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, + Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb. + + E.A. Hoffman. + + +283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M. + +_It Cleanseth Me._ + +Oh, now I see the crimson wave, + The fountain deep and wide; +Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, + Points to his wounded side. + +Cho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see! + I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; + Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, + It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me. + +2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, + Above the world and sin, +With heart made pure, and garments white, + And Christ enthroned within. + +3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below + To feel the blood applied; +And Jesus, only Jesus know, + My Jesus crucified. + + Mrs. Phoebe Palmer + + +284 Beulah Land. L.M. + +_Rest of Faith._ + +I've reached the land of corn and wine. +And all its riches freely mine; +Here shines undimmed one blissful day, +For all my night has passed away. + +Cho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, + As on thy highest mount I stand, + I look away across the sea, + Where mansions are prepared for me, + And view the shining glory shore, + My heaven, my home forevermore. + +2 The Savior comes and walks with me, +And sweet communion here have we; +He gently leads me with his hand, +For this is heaven's border land. + +3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, +Is borne from ever vernal trees, +And flowers that never fading grow +Where streams of life forever flow. + +4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, +Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, +As angels, with the white-robed throng, +Join in the sweet redemption song. + + Edgar Page Stites. + + +285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Beulah Land._ + +I am dwelling on the mountain, + Where the golden sunlight gleams +O'er a land whose wondrous beauty + Far exceeds my fondest dreams; +Where the air is pure ethereal, + Laden with the breath of flow'rs, +They are blooming by the fountain, + 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs. + +Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, + Blessed, blessed land of light? + Where the flowers bloom forever, + And the sun is always bright. + +2 I can see far down the mountains, + Where I wandered weary years, +Often hindered in my journey + By the ghosts of doubts and fears; +Broken vows and disappointments, + Thickly sprinkled all the way, +But the Spirit led unerring, + To the land I hold to-day. + +3 I am drinking at the fountain, + Where I ever would abide; +For I've tasted life's pure river, + And my soul is satisfied; +There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, + Nor adorning, rich and gay, +For I've found a richer treasure. + One that fadeth not away. + +4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, + Nor the burdens hard to bear, +For I've found this great salvation + Makes each burden light appear; +And I love to follow Jesus, + Gladly counting all but dross, +Worldly honors all forsaking + For the glory of the cross. + +5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! + Oft I've proved this to be true; +When I'm in the way so narrow + I can see a pathway thro'; +And how sweetly Jesus whispers: + Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, +For I've tried this way before thee. + And the glory lingers near. + + Rev. Wm. Hunter. + + +286 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Christ Incomparable._ (590) + +Majestic sweetness sits enthroned + Upon the Savior's brow; +His head with radiant glories crowned, + His lips with grace o'erflow. + +2 No mortal can with him compare + Among the sons of men; +Fairer is he, than all the fair + Who fill the heavenly train. + +3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, + And flew to my relief; +For me he bore the shameful cross, + And carried all my grief. + +4 To heaven, the place of his abode, + He brings my weary feet; +Shows me the glories of my God, + And makes my joys complete. + + Samuel Stennett, 1787. + + +287 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591) + +I've found the pearl of greatest price! + My heart doth sing for joy; +And sing I must, for Christ is mine! + Christ shall my song employ. + +2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; + My Prophet full of light, +My great High Priest before the throne, + My King of heavenly might. + +3 Christ is my peace; he died for me, + For me he gave his blood; +And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, + Offered himself to God. + +4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,-- + My Comfort, and my Love; +My Life below, and he shall be + My Joy and Crown above. + + John Mason, 1683. _a._ + + +288 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588) + +Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing + My great Redeemer's praise, +The glories of my God and King + The triumphs of his grace. + +2 My gracious Master, and my God, + Assist me to proclaim-- +To spread, through all the earth abroad, + The honors of thy name. + +3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, + That bids our sorrows cease; +'Tis music in the sinner's ears, + 'Tis life, and health, and peace. + +4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, + He sets the pris'ner free: +His blood can make the foulest clean-- + His blood availed for me. + +5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice + New life the dead receive; +The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, + The humble poor believe. + +6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, + Your loosened tongues employ; +Ye blind, behold your Savior come; + And leap, ye lame, for joy. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + + +289 Henry. C.M. + +_Praise to Christ._ (596) + +Come, let us all unite to praise + The Savior of mankind; +Our thankful hearts in solemn lays + Be with our voices joined. + +2 O Lord! we cannot silent be; + By love we are constrained +To offer our best thanks to thee, + Our Savior, and our Friend. + +3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, + And spread abroad thy fame; +Let every heart with praise o'erflow, + And bless thy sacred name. + +4 Worship and honor, thanks and love, + Be to our Jesus given, +By men below, by hosts above, + By all in earth and heaven. + + Martin Madan (?), 1760. + + +290 Cambridge. C.M. + +_The Incarnation._ (206) + +Awake, awake, the sacred song, + To our incarnate Lord; +Let every heart and every tongue + Adore th' eternal Word. + +2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, + By whom the worlds were made; +Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour-- + Was once in flesh arrayed. + +3 To dwell with misery here below, + The Savior left the skies, +And sunk to wretchedness and woe, + That worthless man might rise. + +4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, + To hail the joyful day; +With rapture, then, let human tongues + Their grateful worship pay. + + Anne Steele, 1760 + + +291 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_Jesus Our Joy._ (548) + +Jesus, the very tho't of thee + With sweetness fills my breast; +But sweeter far thy face to see, + And in thy presence rest. + +2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, + Nor can the mem'ry find +A sweeter sound than thy blest name, + O Savior of mankind! + +3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart! + Oh, joy of all the meek! +To those who fall, how kind thou art! + How good to those who seek. + +4 And those who find thee, find a bliss + Nor tongue nor pen can show; +The love of Jesus, what it is + None but his loved ones know. + +5 Jesus! our only joy be thou, + As thou our prize wilt be; +Jesus! be thou our glory now, + And through eternity. + + Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848. + + +292 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_All-Absorbing Love._ (551) + +O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! + Forgive me, if I say, +For very love, thy sacred name + A thousand times a day. + +2 I love thee so, I know not how + My transports to control; +Thy love is like a burning fire + Within my very soul. + +3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let + So vile a heart as mine +Love thee with such a love as this, + And make so free with thine! + +4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief! + O Heaven begun on earth! +Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who + Can tell what thou art worth? + +5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord! + What art thou not to me? +Each hour brings joys before unknown, + Each day new liberty. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848. + + +293 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_Supreme Love to Christ._ (545) + +Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? + Behold my heart, and see; +And turn each worthless idol out, + That dares to rival thee. + +2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? + Then let me nothing love; +Dead be my heart to every joy, + Which thou dost not approve. + +3 Is not thy name melodious still, + To mine attentive ear? +Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill + My Savior's voice to hear? + +4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord! + But, oh! I long to soar +Far from the sphere of mortal joys, + And learn to love thee more. + + Philip Doddridge, 1750. + + +294 How I Love Jesus. C.M. + +_The Dearest Name._ (537) + +There is a name I love to hear, + I love to sing its worth; +It sounds like music in mine ear, + The sweetest name on earth. + +Cho.--Oh, how I love Jesus, + Oh, how I love Jesus, + Oh, how I love Jesus, + Because he first loved me. + +2 It tells me of a Savior's love, + Who died to set me free; +It tells me of his precious blood, + The sinner's perfect plea. + +3 It tells me what my Father hath + In store for every day, +And, though I tread a darksome path, + Yields sunshine all the way. + +4 It tells of One, whose loving heart + Can feel my deepest woe, +Who in each sorrow bears a part, + That none can bear below. + + Frederick Whitfield, 1859. + + +295 How I Love Jesus. C.M. + +_The Precious Name._ (538) + +How sweet the name of Jesus sounds + In a believer's ear; +It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, + And drives away his fear. + +2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, + And calms the troubled breast; +'Tis manna to the hungry soul, + And to the weary, rest. + +3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, + My shield and hiding-place; +My never-failing treasure, filled + With boundless stores of grace. + +4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, + My Prophet, Priest, and King, +My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, + Accept the praise I bring. + +5 I would thy boundless love proclaim + With every fleeting breath, +So shall the music of thy name + Refresh my soul in death. + + John Newton, 1779 + + +296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Joyful Prospect._ + +Oh, when shall I see Jesus, + And reign with him above? +And drink the flowing fountain + Of everlasting love? +When shall I be delivered + From this vain world of sin? +And with my blessed Jesus + Drink endless pleasures in? + +2 But now I am a soldier, + My Captain's gone before; +He's given me my orders, + And tells me not to fear; +And if I hold out faithful, + A crown of life he'll give, +And all his valiant soldiers + Eternal life shall have. + +3 Through grace I am determined + To conquer, though I die, +And then away to Jesus + On wings of love I'll fly! +Farewell to sin and sorrow, + I bid them all adieu; +And you, my friends, prove faithful, + And on your way pursue. + +4 Oh! do not be discouraged, + For Jesus is your friend; +And if you lack for knowledge, + He'll not forget to lend: +Neither will he upbraid you, + Though often you request; +He'll give you grace to conquer, + And take you home to rest. + + Anon. + + +297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D. + +_Praise to the Savior._ (622) + +To thee, my God and Savior! + My heart exulting sings, +Rejoicing in thy favor, + Almighty King of kings! +I'll celebrate thy glory, + With all thy saints above, +And tell the joyful story + Of thy redeeming love. + +2 Soon as the morn with roses + Bedecks the dewy east, +And when the sun reposes + Upon the ocean's breast; +My voice, in supplication, + Well-pleased thou shalt hear: +Oh! grant me thy salvation, + And to my soul draw near. + +3 By thee, through life supported, + I pass the dangerous road, +With heavenly hosts escorted, + Up to their bright abode; +There, cast my crown before thee.-- + Now, all my conflicts o'er,-- +And day and night adore thee:-- + What can an angel more? + + Thomas Haweis, 1792. + + +298 Heavenly King. 7s. D. + +_Rejoicing on the Way._ (612) + +Children of the heavenly King, +As we journey let us sing; +Sing our Savior's worthy praise, +Glorious in his works and ways. +We are trav'ling home to God, +In the way our fathers trod; +They are happy now, and we +Soon their happiness shall see. + +2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand +On the borders of our land; +Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, +Bids us undismayed go on. +Lord! obediently we'll go, +Gladly leaving all below: +Only thou our Leader be, +And we still will follow thee. + + John Cennick, 1742. + + +299 Atoning Lamb. 7s. + +_Delight in Christ._ (575) + +Earth has nothing sweet or fair, +Lovely forms or beauties rare, +But before my eyes they bring +Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. + +2 When the morning paints the skies, +When the golden sunbeams rise, +Then my Savior's form I find +Brightly imaged on my mind. + +3 When the day-beams pierce the night, +Oft I think on Jesus' light,-- +Think,--how bright that light will be, +Shining through eternity. + +4 When, as moonlight softly steals, +Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, +Then I think;--who made their light +Is a thousand times more bright. + +5 When I see, in spring-tide gay, +Fields their varied tints display, +Wakes the thrilling thought in me, +What must their Creator be? + +6 Lord of all that's fair to see! +Come, reveal thyself to me; +Let me, 'mid thy radiant light, +See thine unveiled glories bright. + + Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657. + Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841. + + +300 Luther. S.M. + +_The Song of the Seraphs._ (349) + +Crown him with many crowns, + The Lamb upon his throne; +Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns + All music but its own! + +2 Awake, my soul! and sing + Of him who died for thee; +And hail him as thy matchless King, + Through all eternity. + +3 Crown him, the Lord of love! + Behold his hands and side, +Rich wounds, yet visible above + In beauty glorified. + +4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! + Whose power a scepter sways, +From pole to pole, that wars may cease, + Absorbed in prayer and praise. + +5 Crown him, the Lord of years! + The Potentate of time; +Creator of the rolling spheres, + Ineffably sublime! + + Matthew Bridges, 1852. + + +301 Luther. S.M. + +_The Song of Moses and the Lamb._ (350) + +Awake, and sing the song + Of Moses and the Lamb; +Wake, every heart, and every tongue! + To praise the Savior's name. + +2 Sing of his dying love; + Sing of his rising power; +Sing how he intercedes above + For those whose sins he bore. + +3 Sing on your heavenly way, + Ye ransomed sinners! sing; +Sing on, rejoicing, every day, + In Christ, th' eternal King. + +4 Soon shall ye hear him say, + "Ye blessed children! come;" +Soon will he call you hence away, + And take his wanderers home. + + William Hammond, 1745. + Altered by Martin Madan, 1760. + + +302 Greenwood. S.M. + +_Living to God._ (562) + +Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord! + That taught us this sweet way, +Only to love thee for thyself, + And for that love obey. + +2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope! + We to thy mercy fly; +Where'er we are, thou canst protect, + Whate'er we need, supply. + +3 Whether we sleep or wake, + To thee we both resign; +By night we see, as well as day, + If thy light on us shine. + +4 Whether we live or die, + Both we submit to thee; +In death we live, as well as life, + If thine in death we be. + + John Austin, 1668. + + +303 Ariel. C.P.M. + +_Christ's Character Appreciated._ (623) + +Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, +Oh! could I sound the glories forth, + Which in my Savior shine! +I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, +And vie with Gabriel while he sings, + In notes almost divine. + +2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, +My ransom from the dreadful guilt, + Of sin and wrath divine; +I'd sing his glorious righteousness, +In which all-perfect heav'nly dress + My soul shall ever shine. + +3 I'd sing the characters he bears, +And all the forms of love he wears, + Exalted on his throne; +In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, +I would to everlasting days, + Make all his glories known. + +4 Well--the delightful day will come, +When he, dear Lord! will bring me home, + And I shall see his face: +There, with my Savior, brother, friend, +A blessed eternity I'll spend, + Triumphant in his grace. + + Samuel Medley, 1789. + + +304 Federal Street. L.M. + +_Ashamed of Me._ + +Jesus! and shall it ever be, +A mortal man ashamed of thee! +Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, +Whose glories shine thro' endless days. + +2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far +Let evening blush to own a star; +He sheds the beams of light divine +O'er this benighted soul of mine. + +3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend +On whom my hopes of heaven depend! +No; when I blush, be this my shame, +That I no more revere his name. + +4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, +When I've no guilt to wash away; +No tear to wipe, no good to crave, +No fears to quell, no soul to save. + +5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- +Till then, I boast a Savior slain! +And, oh, may this my glory be +That Christ is not ashamed of me! + + Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._ + + +305 Federal Street. L.M. + +_All-Engrossing Love._ (509) + +Jesus! my heart within me burns, + To tell thee all its conscious love; +And from earth's low delight it turns, + To taste a joy like that above. + +2 When thou to me dost condescend, + In love divine, thou blessed One, +The moments that with thee I spend, + Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun. + +3 Though oft these lips my love have told, + They still the story would repeat; +To me the rapture ne'er grows old, + That thrills me, bending at thy feet. + +4 I breathe my words into thine ear; + I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; +And sure that thou dost wait to hear, + I dare in faith to call thee mine. + +5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; + My all I yield to thy control; +Oh! let me never from thee part, + Thou best Beloved of my soul! + + Ray Palmer, 1869. + + +306 Federal Street. L.M. + +_The Song of Songs._ (603) + +Come, let us sing the song of songs, + With hearts and voices swell the strain; +The homage which to Christ belongs;-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, + To cleanse from every sinful stain; +And make us kings and priests to God: + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +3 To him who suffered on the tree, + Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, +Blessing, and praise, and glory be!-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high, + Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, +Living to sing, and dying cry,-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + + James Montgomery, 1853. + + +307 New Haven. 6s & 4s. + +_Looking to Jesus._ (587) + +My faith looks up to thee, +Thou Lamb of Calvary; + Savior divine; +Now hear me while I pray; +Take all my guilt away; +O, let me, from this day, + Be wholly thine. + +2 May thy rich grace impart +Strength to my fainting heart; + My zeal inspire; +As thou hast died for me, +Oh! may my love to thee +Pure, warm, and changeless be, + A living fire! + +3 While life's dark maze I tread, +And griefs around me spread, + Be thou my Guide; +Bid darkness turn to day, +Wipe sorrow's tears away, +Nor let me ever stray + From thee aside. + +4 When ends life's transient dream, +When death's cold, sullen stream + Shall o'er me roll, +Blest Savior! then, in love, +Fear and distrust remove; +Oh! bear me safe above, + A ransomed soul! + + Ray Palmer, 1830. + + +308 New Haven. 6s & 4s. + +_Jesus, My Lord._ (586) + +Jesus, thy name I love, +All other names above, + Jesus, my Lord! +Oh, thou art all to me! +Nothing to please I see, +Nothing apart from thee, + Jesus, my Lord! + +2 When unto thee I flee, +Thou wilt my refuge be, + Jesus, my Lord! +What need I now to fear? +What earthly grief or care, +Since thou art ever near, + Jesus, my Lord! + +3 Soon thou wilt come again! +I shall be happy then, + Jesus, my Lord! +Then thine own face I'll see, +Then I shall like thee be, +Then evermore with thee, + Jesus, my Lord! + + J.G. Deck, 1837. + + +309 Every Day and Hour. P.M. + +_Nearness to Christ._ + +Savior, more than life to me, +I am clinging, clinging close to thee; +Let thy precious blood applied, +Keep me ever, ever near thy side. + +Cho.--Every day, every hour, + Let me feel thy cleansing power; + May thy tender love to me; + Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. + +2 Thro' this changing world below, +Lead me gently, gently as I go; +Trusting thee, I cannot stray, +I can never, never lose my way. + +3 Let me love thee more and more, +Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; +Till my soul is lost in love, +In a brighter, brighter world above. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +310 Bethany. 6s & 4s. + +_Love to Christ Desired._ (584) + +More love to thee, O Christ, + More love to thee! +Hear thou the prayer I make + On bended knee: +This is my earnest plea-- +More love, O Christ, to thee! + More love to thee! + +2 Once earthly joy I craved-- + Sought peace and rest; +Now thee alone I seek: + Give what is best. +This all my prayer shall be-- +More love, O Christ, to thee; + More love to thee! + +3 Then shall my latest breath + Whisper thy praise; +This be the parting cry + My heart shall raise-- +This still its prayer shall be, +More love, O Christ, to thee! + More love to thee! + + Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869. + + +311 Bethany. 6s & 4s. + +_Nearer to God._ (709) + +Nearer, my God, to thee, + Nearer to thee; +E'en though it be a cross + That raiseth me. +Still all my song shall be +Nearer, my God, to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +2 Though like the wanderer + The sun gone down, +Darkness be over me, + My rest a stone, +Yet, in my dreams, I'd be +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +3 There let the way appear, + Steps unto heaven; +All that thou send'st to me, + In mercy given; +Angels to beckon me +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +4 Or if, on joyful wing, + Cleaving the sky, +Sun, moon, and stars forgot, + Upward I fly, +Still all my song shall be, +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + + Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841. + + +312 Hope. 6s & 4s. + +_Parting with the World._ (582) + +Fade, fade, each earthly joy, + Jesus is mine: +Break ev'ry mortal tie; + Jesus is mine. +Dark is the wilderness, +Distant the resting-place; +Jesus alone can bless, + Jesus is mine. + +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. + +3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! + Jesus is mine: +Mine is a dawning bright, + Jesus is mine: +All that my soul has tried, +Left but a dismal void; +Jesus has satisfied; + Jesus is mine. + +4 Farewell, mortality! + Jesus is mine: +Welcome, eternity! + Jesus is mine: +Welcome, ye scenes of rest! +Welcome, ye mansions blest! +Welcome a Savior's breast; + Jesus is mine. + + Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845. + + +313 Hendon. 7s. + +_Jesus a Joy._ + +Ask ye what great thing I know +That delights and stirs me so? +What the high reward I win? +Whose the name I glory in? + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +2 What is faith's foundation strong? +What awakes my lips to song? +He who bore my sinful load, +Purchased for me peace with God; + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +3 Who is life in life to me? +Who the death of death will be? +Who will place me on his right +With the countless hosts of light? + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +4 This is that great thing I know; +This delights and stirs me so; +Faith in him who died to save, +Him who triumphed o'er the grave, + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + + Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863. + + +314 Woodworth. L.M. + +_Ecstasy in Christ._ (554) + +Oh, that I could forever dwell + Delighted at the Savior's feet, +Behold the form I love so well, + And all his tender words repeat. + +2 The world shut out from all my soul, + And heaven brought in with all its bliss, +Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole, + One moment to compare with this? + +3 This is the hidden life I prize, + A life of penitential love, +When most my follies I despise, + And raise my highest thoughts above. + +4 When all I am I clearly see, + And freely own with deepest shame; +When the Redeemer's love to me + Kindles within a deathless flame. + +5 Thus would I live till nature fail + And all my former sins forsake; +Then rise to God within the veil, + And of eternal joys partake. + + Andrew Reed, 1841. + + +315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. + +_Praise for Salvation._ (529) + +We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love, +For Jesus who died, and is now gone above. + +Cho.--Hallelujah! thine the glory, + Hallelujah! Amen. + Hallelujah! thine the glory, + Revive us again. + +2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, +Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night. + +3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, +Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain. + +4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, +Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways. + +5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love; +May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. + + Wm. P. Mackay, 1866. + + +316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. + +_Rejoicing in Christ._ + +Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come! +Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb. + +Cho.--Sound his praises, tell the story, + Of him who was slain, + Sound his praises, tell with gladness, + He liveth again. + +2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed; +Redemption is finished, the price has been paid. + +3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain, +O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again. + +4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high; +He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky. + +5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again-- +He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain. + + H. Bonar, 1874. + + +317 Welcome Voice. S.M. + +_Going on to Perfection._ + +I hear thy welcome voice + That calls me, Lord, to thee +For cleansing in thy precious blood + That flowed on Calvary. + +Cho.--I am coming, Lord! + Coming now to thee! + Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood + That flowed on Calvary. + +2 Tho' coming weak and vile, + Thou dost my strength assure; +Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, + Till spotless all and pure. + +3 'Tis Jesus calls me on + To perfect faith and love, +To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, + For earth and heaven above. + +4 'Tis Jesus who confirms + The blessed work within, +By adding grace to welcomed grace, + Where reigned the power of sin. + +6 And he the witness gives + To loyal hearts and free, +That every promise is fulfilled, + If faith but brings the plea. + +6 All hail, atoning blood! + All hail, redeeming grace! +All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, + Our strength and righteousness! + + Rev. L. Hartsough. + + +318 Welcome Voice. S.M. + +_Christ the Guide and Counselor._ (688) + +Jesus, my truth, my way, + My sure, unerring light, +On thee my feeble steps I stay, + Which thou wilt guide aright. + +2 My wisdom and my guide, + My counselor thou art; +Oh, never let me leave thy side, + Or from thy paths depart. + +3 Never will I remove + Out of thy hands my cause; +But rest in thy redeeming love, + And hang upon thy cross. + +4 Oh, make me all like thee, + Before I hence remove; +Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me-- + And build me up in love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +319 Loving Kindness. L.M. + +_Loving Kindness._ (699) + +Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, +And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; +He justly claims a song from me, +His loving kindness, oh, how free! + +2 He saw me ruined in the fall, +Yet loved me notwithstanding all; +He saved me from my lost estate-- +His loving kindness, oh, how great! + +3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes-- +Though earth and hell my way oppose; +He safely leads my soul along-- +His loving kindness, oh, how strong! + +4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, +Has gathered thick and thundered loud, +He near my soul has always stood-- +His loving kindness, oh, how good! + + S. Medley, 1787. + + +320 Loving Kindness. L.M. + +_Love Which Passeth Knowledge._ + +Of him who did salvation bring, +I could forever think and sing; +Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; +Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. + +2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! +Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven; +Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, +Jesus, thy balm will make me whole. + +3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, +I shed my tears, and make my moan! +Where'er I am, where'er I move, +I meet the object of my love. + +4 Insatiate to this spring I fly; +I drink, and yet am ever dry; +Ah! who against thy charms is proof? +Ah, who that loves can love enough? + + Bernard of Clairvaux, + tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712 + + +321 The Solid Rock. L.M. + +_The Sure Foundation._ + +My hope is built on nothing less + Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; +I dare not trust the sweetest frame, + But wholly lean on Jesus' name. + +Cho.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, + All other ground is sinking sand. + +2 When darkness veils his lovely face, + I rest on his unchanging grace; +In every high and stormy gale, + My anchor holds within the vail. + +3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, + Support me in the whelming flood; +When all around my soul gives way, + He then is all my hope and stay. + +4 When he shall come with trumpet sound. + O, may I then in him be found; +Dressed in his righteousness alone, + Faultless to stand before the throne. + + Rev. Edward Mote, 1825. + + +322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s. + +_The Exceeding Love of Christ._ + +So tender, so precious. + My Savior to me; +So true, and so gracious, + I've found him to be. + +Ref.--How can I but love him? + But love him, but love him? + There's no friend above him, + Poor sinner, for thee. + +2 So patient, so kindly + Toward all of my ways; +I blunder so blindly, + He love still repays. + +3 Of all friends the fairest + And truest is he; +His love is the rarest, + That ever can be. + +4 His beauty, tho' bleeding + And circled with thorns, +Is then most exceeding; + For grief him adorns. + + J.E. Rankin, D.D. + + +323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s. + +_My Beloved._ + +O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight, + On whom in affliction I call; +My comfort by day, and my song in the night, + My hope, my salvation, my all. + +2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, + To feed in the pastures of love? +And why in the valley of death should I weep, + Or alone in the wilderness rove? + +3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, + Or cry in the desert for bread? +Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, + And smile at the tears I have shed. + +4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, + And myriads wait for his word; +He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, + Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. + + Jos. Swain, 1792. + + +324 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_The Presence of Christ Desired._ + +How tedious and tasteless the hours + When Jesus no longer I see! +Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers + Have lost all their sweetness to me: +The midsummer sun shines but dim; + The fields strive in vain to look gay; +But when I am happy in him, + December's as pleasant as May. + +2 His name yields the richest perfume, + And sweeter than music his voice; +His presence disperses my gloom, + And makes all within me rejoice: +I should, were he always so nigh, + Have nothing to wish or to fear; +No mortal so happy as I; + My summer would last all the year. + +3 Content with beholding his face, + My all to his pleasure resigned, +No changes of season or place + Would make any change in my mind: +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. + +4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, + If thou art my sun and my song, +Say, why do I languish and pine? + And why are my winters so long? +O, drive these dark clouds from my sky; + Thy soul-cheering presence restore; +Or take me unto thee on high, + Where winter and clouds are no more. + + John Newton. + + +325 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_Phil. 1:23._ (571) + +My Savior, whom absent I love, + Whom, not having seen, I adore +Whose name is exalted above + All glory, dominion, and power,-- +Dissolve thou these bands that detain + My soul from her portion in thee; +Ah! strike off this adamant chain, + And make me eternally free! + +2 When that happy era begins, + When arrayed in thy glories I shine, +Nor grieve any more, by my sins, + The bosom on which I recline, +Oh! then shall the veil be removed, + And round me thy brightness be poured! +I shall meet him, whom absent I loved, + I shall see, whom unseen I adored. + +3 And then, nevermore shall the fears, + The trials, temptations, and woes, +Which darken this valley of tears, + Intrude on my blissful repose; +To Jesus, the crown of my hope, + My soul is in haste to be gone; +Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up, + And waft me away to his throne! + + W. Cowper. + + +326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M. + +_Need of Christ._ + +I need thee ev'ry hour, + Most gracious Lord; +No tender voice like thine + Can peace afford. + +Cho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee, + Ev'ry hour I need thee; + Oh, bless me now, my Savior + I come to thee. + +2 I need thee ev'ry hour; + Stay thou near by; +Temptations lose their power + When thou art nigh. + +3 I need thee ev'ry hour, + In joy or pain; +Come quickly and abide, + Or life is vain. + +4 I need thee ev'ry hour; + Teach me thy will; +And thy rich promises + In me fulfill. + +5 I need thee ev'ry hour, + Most Holy One; +Oh, make me thine indeed, + Thou blessed Son. + + Annie S. Hawks. + + +327 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_Altogether Lovely._ (572) + +My gracious Redeemer I love, + His praises aloud I'll proclaim: +And join with the armies above, + To shout his adorable name. +To gaze on his glories divine + Shall be my eternal employ; +To see them incessantly shine, + My boundless, ineffable joy. + +2 He freely redeemed with his blood + My soul from the confines of hell, +To live on the smiles of my God, + And in his sweet presence to dwell:-- +To shine with the angels in light, + With saints and with seraphs to sing, +To view, with eternal delight, + My Jesus, my Savior, my King! + + B. Francis. + + +328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M. + +_The Abiding Friend._ + +I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; +The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see + All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. +In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, + He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + +2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; + In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; +I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn + From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power. +Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, + Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + +3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, + While I live by faith and do his blessed will; +A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, + With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill. +Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face, + Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + + +329 Glory to His Name. P.M. + +_Praise to Christ._ + +Down at the cross where my Savior died. + Down where for cleansing from sin I cried; +There to my heart was the blood applied; + Glory to his name. + +Cho.--Glory to his name, + Glory to his name, + There to my heart was the blood applied, + Glory to his name. + +2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, + Jesus so sweetly abides within; +There at the cross where he took me in; + Glory to his name. + +3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, + I am so glad, I have entered in; +There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; + Glory to his name. + +4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet, + Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet; +Plunge in to-day and be made complete; + Glory to his name. + + Rev. E.A. Hoffman. + + + +330 Balerma. C.M. + +_Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._ (625) + +Oh, for a closer walk with God! + A calm and heavenly frame! +A light to shine upon the road + That leads me to the Lamb! + +2 Where is the blessedness I knew + When first I saw the Lord? +Where is the soul-refreshing view + Of Jesus and his word? + +3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! + How sweet their memory still! +But now I find an aching void + The world can never fill. + +4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, + Sweet messenger of rest; +I hate the sins that made thee mourn, + And drove thee from, my breast. + +5 The dearest idol I have known, + Whatever that idol be, +Help me to tear it from thy throne, + And worship only thee. + +6 So shall my walk be close with God, + Calm and serene my frame; +So purer light shall mark the road + That leads me to the Lamb. + + W. Cowper, 1772. + + +331 Balerma. C.M. + +_A Perfect Heart._ (645) + +Oh, for a heart to praise my God, + A heart from sin set free-- +A heart that always feels thy blood, + So freely spilt for me;-- + +2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, + My great Redeemer's throne, +Where only Christ is heard to speak, + Where Jesus reigns alone. + +3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, + Believing, true, and clean, +Which neither life nor death can part + From him that dwells within;-- + +4 A heart in every thought renewed, + And full of love divine; +Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, + A copy, Lord, of thine. + +5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; + Come quickly from above; +Write thy new name upon my heart-- + Thy new, best name of Love. + + Charles Wesley. 1742. + + +332 Balerma. C.M. + +_Triumphant Grace._ (847) + +Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, + That saved a wretch like me! +I once was lost, but now am found, + Was blind, but now I see. + +2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, + And grace my fears relieved: +How precious did that grace appear, + The hour I first believed! + +3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares + I have already come; +'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, + And grace will lead me home. + +4 The Lord has promised good to me, + His word my hope secures; +He will my shield and portion be, + As long as life endures. + + +333 Evan. C.M. + +_The Peace of God._ (725) + +We bless thee for thy peace, O God + Deep as the soundless sea, +Which falls like sunshine on the road + Of those who trust in thee. + +2 That peace which suffers and is strong, + Trusts where it cannot see, +Deems not the trial way too long, + But leaves the end with thee;-- + +3 That peace which flows serene and deep, + A river in the soul, +Whose banks a living verdure keep; + God's sunshine o'er the whole. + +4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace, + Whate'er the outward be, +Till all life's discipline shall cease, + And we go home to thee. + + Anon. 1862. + + +334 Varina. C.M. D. + +_The Voice of Jesus._ (666) + +I heard the voice of Jesus say, + "Come unto me and rest; +Lay down, thou weary one, lay down + Thy head upon my breast." + +2 I came to Jesus as I was, + Weary, and worn, and sad; +I found in him a resting-place, + And he has made me glad. + +3 I heard the voice of Jesus say + "Behold! I freely give +The living water; thirsty one! + Stoop down, and drink, and live." + +4 I came to Jesus, and I drank + Of that life-giving stream; +My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, + And now I live in him. + +5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, + "I am this dark world's Light; +Look unto me; thy morn shall rise, + And all thy day be bright." + +6 I looked to Jesus, and I found, + In him my Star, my Sun; +And, in that light of life, I'll walk + Till traveling days are done. + + Horatius Bonar, 1857. + + +335 Dennis. S.M. + +_The Lord's Guardianship._ (855) + +How gentle God's commands! + How kind his precepts are! +Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, + And trust his constant care. + +2 His bounty will provide; + His saints securely dwell; +That hand which bears creation up, + Shall guard his children well. + +3 Why should this anxious load + Press down your weary mind? +Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, + And peace and comfort find. + +4 His Goodness Stands approved, + Unchanged from day to day; +I'll drop my burden at his feet, + And bear a song away. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +336 Dennis. S.M. + +_Grace.--Eph. 2:8._ (744) + +Grace! 'tis a charming sound + Harmonious to the ear! +Heaven with the echo shall resound, + And all the earth shall hear. + +2 Grace first contrived a way + To save rebellious man; +And all the steps that grace display, + Which drew the wondrous plan. + +3 Grace led my roving feet + To tread the heavenly road; +And new supplies each hour I meet + While pressing on to God. + +4 Grace all the work shall crown, + Through everlasting days; +It lays in heaven the topmost stone; + And well deserves the praise. + + Philip Doddridge, 1755. + + +337 Dennis. S.M. + +_Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._ (742) + +Behold what wondrous grace + The Father has bestowed +On sinners of a mortal race, + To call them sons of God! + +2 Nor doth it yet appear + How great we must be made; +But when we see our Savior there, + We shall be like our Head. + +3 A hope so much divine + May trials well endure, +May purge our souls from sense and sin, + As Christ the Lord is pure. + +4 If in my Father's love + I share a filial part, +Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, + To rest upon my heart. + +5 We would no longer lie + Like slaves beneath the throne; +Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry + And thou the kindred own. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s. + +_Memorial of Praise._ (617) + +Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, + Tune my heart to sing thy grace; +Streams of mercy never ceasing, + Call for songs of loudest praise. +Teach me some melodious sonnet, + Sung by flaming tongues above; +Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it, + Mount of thy redeeming love. + +2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, + Hither by thy help I'm come; +And I hope by thy good pleasure, + Safely to arrive at home. +Jesus sought me when a stranger, + Wand'ring from the fold of God, +He, to rescue me from danger, + Interposed his precious blood. + +3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor + Daily I'm constrained to be! +Let thy goodness, like a fetter, + Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. +Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; + Prone to leave the God I love-- +Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it; + Seal it for thy courts above. + + Robert Robinson, 1758. + + +339 Braden. S.M. + +_The Lord's Pity._ (188) + +The pity of the Lord, + To those that fear his name, +Is such as tender parents feel; + He knows our feeble frame. + +2 He knows we are but dust, + Scattered with ev'ry breath; +His anger, like a rising wind, + Can send us swift to death. + +3 Our days are as the grass, + Or like the morning flow'r; +If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, + It withers in an hour. + +4 But thy compassions, Lord, + To endless years endure; +And children's children ever find + Thy words of promise sure. + + Isaac Watts. 1719. + + +340 Refuge. 7s. D. + +_The Only Refuge._ (532) + +Jesus, Lover of my soul, + Let me to thy bosom fly, +While the nearer waters roll, + While the tempest still is high! +Hide me, O my Savior, hide, + Till the storm of life is past; +Safe into the haven guide, + O receive my soul at last! + +2 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 stayed, + All my help from thee I bring; +Cover my defenseless head + With the shadow of thy wing! + +3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; + More than all in thee I find; +Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, + Heal the sick, and lead the blind. +Just and holy is thy name, + I am all unrighteousness: +False and full of sin I am, + Thou art full of truth and grace. + +4 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, + Rise to all eternity. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +341 Pilot. 7s. + +_Savior, Pilot Me._ + +Jesus, Savior, pilot me, +Over life's tempestuous sea; +Unknown waves before me roll, +Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; +Chart and compass come from thee; +Jesus, Savior, pilot me. + +2 As a mother stills her child, +Thou canst hush the ocean wild; +Boist'rous waves obey thy will, +When thou say'st to them "Be still!" +Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea, +Jesus, Savior, pilot me. + +3 When at last I near the shore, +And the fearful breakers roar +'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, +Then, while leaning on thy breast, +May I hear thee say to me, +"Fear not, I will pilot thee!" + + Rev. Edward Hopper + + +342 Fulton. 7s. + + (577) + +Savior! teach me, day by day, +Love's sweet lesson to obey; +Sweeter lesson cannot be, +Loving him who first loved me. + +2 With a child-like heart of love, +At thy bidding may I move; +Prompt to serve and follow thee, +Loving him who first loved me. + +3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, +Strong to follow in thy grace; +Learning how to love from thee, +Loving him who first loved me. + +4 Love in loving finds employ-- +In obedience all her joy; +Ever new that joy will be, +Loving him who first loved me. + + Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842. + + +343 Oriel. L.M. + +_Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._ (730) + +O Lord, how full of sweet content +Our years of pilgrimage are spent! +Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, +In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. + +2 To us remains nor place nor time; +Our country is in every clime: +We can be calm and free from care +On any shore, since God is there. + +3 While place we seek, or place we shun, +The soul finds happiness in none; +But with our God to guide our way, +'Tis equal joy to go or stay. + +4 Could we be cast where thou art not, +That were indeed a dreadful lot; +But regions none remote we call, +Secure of finding God in all. + + Mad. Guyon. + + +344 Newcomer. L.M. + +_Completeness.--Col. 2:10._ (730) + +Complete in thee! no work of mine +May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; +Thy blood has pardon bought for me, +And I am now complete in thee. + +2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin +Thy grace has conquered, reign within; +Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, +And I shall stand complete in thee. + +3 Complete in thee--each want supplied, +And no good thing to me denied, +Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, +I ask no more--complete in thee. + +4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar +All tribes and tongues assembled are. +Among thy chosen may I be +At thy right hand--complete in thee. + + A.R.W. + + +345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Safe in Jesus._ (696) + +In heavenly love abiding, + No change my heart shall fear, +And safe is such confiding, + For nothing changes here, +The storm may roar without me, + My heart may low be laid, +But God is round about me,-- + And can I be dismayed? + +2 Wherever he may guide me, + No want shall turn me back: +My Shepherd is beside me, + And nothing can I lack; +His wisdom ever waketh, + His sight is never dim, +He knows the way he taketh, + And I will walk with him. + +3 Green pastures are before me, + Which yet I have not seen; +Bright skies will soon be o'er me, + Where darkest clouds have been; +My hope I cannot measure, + My path to life is free; +My Savior has my treasure, + And he will walk with me. + + Anna Letitia Waring, 1850. + + +346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Light After Darkness._ + +Sometimes a light surprises + The Christian while he sings: +It is the Lord who rises + With healing on his wings; +When comforts are declining, + He grants the soul again +A season of clear shining, + To cheer it after rain. + +2 In holy contemplation, + We sweetly then pursue +The theme of God's salvation, + And find it ever new: +Set free from present sorrow, + We cheerfully can say, +Let the unknown to-morrow + Bring with it what it may. + + Wm. Cowper. + + +347 Showers of Blessing. P.M. + +_The Promise of Blessing_ + +"There shall be showers of blessing;" + This is the promise of love; +There shall be seasons refreshing, + Sent from the Savior above. + +Cho.--Showers, showers of blessing, + Showers of blessing we need; + Mercy-drops round us are falling, + But for the showers we plead. + +2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"-- + Precious reviving again; +Over the hills and the valleys, + Sound of abundance of rain. + +3 "There shall be showers of blessing;" + Send them upon us, O Lord! +Grant to us now a refreshing, + Come, and now honor thy Word. + +4 "There shall be showers of blessing;" + Oh, that to-day they might fall, +Now as to God we're confessing, + Now as on Jesus we call! + + D.W. Whittle. + + +348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s. + +_The Mighty Love._ (706) + +Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! +I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! +O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, +And point to the print of the nails in his hand. + +Cho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love, + Sing of his mighty love, + Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save. + +2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! +No longer in dread condemnation I pine: +In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, +Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face. + +3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! +No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; +No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; +No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast. + +4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing! +My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; +My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, +And triumph in death in the mighty to save. + + Rev. F. Bottome. + + +349 As Pants the Hart. C.M. + +_Desire for Communion._ (660) + +As pants the hart for cooling streams, + When heated in the chase, +So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee, + And thy refreshing grace. + +Cho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams, + So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee; + As pants the hart for cooling streams, + So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee. + +2 For thee, my God, the living God, + My thirsty soul doth pine; +Oh, when shall I behold thy face, + Thou Majesty divine? + +3 I sigh to think of happier days, + When thou, O Lord, wast nigh, +When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise, + And none more blest than I. + +4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? + Trust God, and thou shalt sing +His praise again, and find him still + Thy health's eternal spring. + + Henry F. Lyte, 1834. + + +350 Hide Thou Me. P.M. + +_Safe in Christ._ + +In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, + Hide thou me; +When the fitful tempest rages, + Hide thou me; +Where no mortal arm can sever +From my heart thy love forever, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + +2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure + Hide thou me; +Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, + Hide thou me; +When the world its power is wielding, +And my heart is almost yielding, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + +3 In the lonely night of sorrow, + Hide thou me; +Till in glory dawns the morrow, + Hide thou me; +In the sight of Jordan's billow, +Let thy bosom be my pillow, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + + Fannie J. Crosby. + + +351 As Pants the Hart. C.M. + +_Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._ (724) + +Walk in the light! so shalt thou know + That fellowship of love, +His Spirit only can bestow, + Who reigns in light above. + +2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find + Thy heart made truly his, +Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, + In whom no darkness is. + +3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb + No fearful shade shall wear; +Glory shall chase away its gloom, + For Christ hath conquered there. + +4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see + Thy path, though thorny, bright, +For God by grace shall dwell in thee, + And God himself is light. + + Bernard Barton. + + +352 The Child of a King. + +_Adoption._ + +My Father is rich in houses and lands. +He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! +Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, +His coffers are full, he has riches untold. + +Cho.--I'm the child of a King, + The child of a King, + With Jesus, my Savior, + I'm the child of a King. + +2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, +Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: +But now he is reigning forever on high, +He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by. + +3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, +A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth! +But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: +An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. + +4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? +They're building a palace for me over there! +Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: +All glory to God, I'm the child of a King. + + Hattie E. Buell. Arr. + + +353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. + +_Divine Care._ + +Amid the trials which I meet, + Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, +One thought remains supremely sweet, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + +Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, + What need I fear when thou art near, + And thinkest, Lord, of me. + +2 The cares of life come thronging fast + Upon my soul their shadow cast; +Their gloom reminds my heart at last, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + +3 Let shadows come, let shadows go, + Let life be bright or dark with woe, +I am content, for this I know, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + + E.S. Lorenz + + +354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. + +_Plead for Me._ (633) + +O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, +Who loving, lov'st them to the end, +On this alone my hopes depend + That thou wilt plead for me. + +Cho.--O Savior, plead for me, + O Savior, plead for me, + On this alone my hopes depend + That thou wilt plead for me. + +2 When weary in the Christian race, +Far off appears my resting place, +And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, + Then, Savior, plead for me. + +3 When I have erred and gone astray, +Afar from thine and wisdom's way, +And see no glimmering, guiding ray, + Still, Savior, plead for me. + +4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, +Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, +Then with thy pitying arms enfold, + And plead, oh, plead for me! + +5 And when my dying hour draws near, +Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, +Then to my fainting sight appear, + Pleading in heaven for me. + + Charlotte Elliott. + + +355 Hamburg. L.M. + +_Heb. 12:6._ (852) + +I cannot always trace the way + Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; +But I can always, always say, + That God is love, that God is love. + +2 When fear her chilling mantle flings + O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, +As to her native home, upsprings, + For God is love, for God is love. + +3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, + I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; +In this my soul sweet comfort hath, + That God is love, that God is love. + +4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this + Can every gloomy thought remove, +And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, + For God is love, for God is love. + + Anon. + + +356 Ward. L.M. + +_Psalm 46._ (849) + +God is the refuge of his saints, + When storms of sharp distress invade. +Ere we can offer our complaints, + Behold him present with his aid. + +2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled + Down to the deep, and buried there; +Convulsions shake the solid world;-- + Our faith shall never yield to fear. + +3 There is a stream whose gentle flow + Supplies the city of our God; +Life, love, and joy still gliding through, + And watering our divine abode:-- + +4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,-- + That all our raging fear controls: +Sweet peace thy promises afford, + And give new strength to fainting souls. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +357 Sessions. L.M. + +_The Offices of Faith._ + +Faith is a living pow'r from heaven +Which grasps the promise God has given; +Securely fixed on Christ alone, +A trust that cannot be o'erthrown. + +2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need +To save and strengthen, guide and feed; +Strong in his grace, it joys to share +His cross, in hope his crown to wear. + +3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, +And bids the mourner's sighing cease; +By faith the children's right we claim, +And call upon our Father's name. + +4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, +And to our prayers thy favor grant; +In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, +Who is our fount of health alone. + + Anon., 1531. + + +358 Elliott. 8s & 4s. + +_Submission to Divine Will._ + +My God, my Father, while I stray +Far from my home, in life's rough way, +Oh, teach me from my heart to say, + "Thy will be done!" + +2 If thou should'st call me to resign +What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- +I only yield thee what was thine-- + "Thy will be done!" + +3 If but my fainting heart be blest +With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, +My God! to thee I leave the rest-- + "Thy will be done!" + +4 Renew my will from day to day; +Blend it with thine, and take away +All that now makes it hard to say, + "Thy will be done!" + +5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more +The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, +I'll sing upon a happier shore, + "Thy will be done!" + + Charlotte Elliott, 1834. + + +359 Lisbon. S.M. + +_The Cross and Crown._ (858) + +Oh! what, if we are Christ's, + Is earthly shame or loss? +Bright shall the crown of glory be + When we have borne the cross. + +2 Keen was the trial once, + Bitter the cup of woe, +When martyred saints, baptized in blood, + Christ's sufferings shared below. + +3 Bright is their glory now, + Boundless their joy above, +Where, on the bosom of their God, + They rest in perfect love. + +4 Lord! may that grace be ours, + Like them, in faith, to bear +All that of sorrow, grief, or pain + May be our portion here. + + Henry W. Baker, 1852. + + +360 Lisbon. S.M. + +_God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859) + +The Lord my Shepherd is; + I shall be well supplied: +Since he is mine, and I am his, + What can I want beside? + +2 He leads me to the place + Where heavenly pasture grows, +Where living waters gently pass, + And full salvation flows. + +3 If e'er I go astray, + He doth my soul reclaim, +And guides me, in his own right way, + For his most holy name. + +4 While he affords his aid, + I cannot yield to fear; +Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, + My Shepherd's with me there. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +361 Lisbon. S.M. + +_Psalm 37:3-7._ (745) + +Here I can firmly rest; + I dare to boast of this, +That God, the highest and the best, + My Friend and Father is. + +2 Naught have I of my own, + Naught in the life I lead; +What Christ hath given, that alone + I dare in faith to plead. + +3 I rest upon the ground + Of Jesus and his blood; +It is through him that I have found + My soul's eternal good. + +4 At cost of all I have, + At cost of life and limb, +I cling to God who yet shall save; + I will not turn from him. + +5 His Spirit in me dwells, + O'er all my mind he reigns; +My care and sadness he dispels, + And soothes away my pains. + +6 He prospers day by day + His work within my heart, +Till I have strength and faith to say, + Thou, God, my Father art! + + Paul Gerhardt, 1650. + Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855. + + +362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Through the Desert._ (807) + +Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, + Pilgrim thro' this barren land; +I am weak, but thou art mighty; + Hold me with thy powerful hand. + Bread of heaven, + Feed me till I want no more. + +2 Open now thy crystal fountain, + Whence the healing streams do flow, +Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, + Lead me all my journey thro'; + Strong deliverer, + Be thou still my strength and shield. + +3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, + Bid my anxious fears subside; +Foe to death and hell's destruction, + Land me safe on Canaan's side; + Songs of praises, + I will ever give to thee. + + William Williams, 1774. + + +363 Lisbon. S.M. + +_Hope Thou in God._ (860) + +Give to the winds thy fears; + Hope, and be undismayed; +God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, + God shall lift up thy head. + +2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, + He gently clears the way; +Wait thou his time; so shall this night + Soon end in joyous day. + +3 What, though thou rulest not? + Yet heaven, and earth, and hell +Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne, + And ruleth all things well. + +4 Leave to his sovereign sway + To choose and to command; +So shalt thou wondering own, his way + How wise, how strong his hand! + + Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739. + + +364 Peterborough. C.M. + +_Unwavering Faith._ (713) + +Oh! for a faith that will not shrink, + Though pressed by every foe; +That will not tremble on the brink + Of any earthly woe!-- + +2 That will not murmur nor complain, + Beneath the chastening rod, +But, in the hour of grief or pain, + Will lean upon its God;-- + +3 A faith that shines more bright and clear + When tempests rage without; +That, when in danger, knows no fear, + In darkness, feels no doubt;-- + +4 A faith that keeps the narrow way + Till life's last hour is fled, +And, with a pure and heavenly ray, + Lights up a dying bed! + +5 Lord! give us such a faith as this; + And then, whate'er may come, +We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss + Of an eternal home. + + William H. Bathurst, 1831. + + +365 Naomi. C.M. + +_Resignation._ (841) + +Father! whate'er of earthly bliss + Thy sovereign hand denies, +Accepted at thy throne of grace, + Let this petition rise:-- + +2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, + From every murmur free; +The blessings of thy grace impart, + And let me live to thee. + +3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine + My path of life attend; +Thy presence through my journey shine, + And bless its happy end." + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +366 Horton. 7s. + +_Eternal Faithfulness._ (861) + +Cast thy burden on the Lord, + Only lean upon his word; +Thou wilt soon have cause to bless + His eternal faithfulness. + +2 He sustains thee by his hand, + He enables thee to stand; +Those whom Jesus once hath loved, + From his grace are never moved. + +3 Heaven and earth may pass away, + God's free grace shall not decay; +He hath promised to fulfill + All the pleasure of his will. + +4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock, + Be thyself our constant Rock; +Make us, by thy powerful hand, + Strong as Zion's mountain stand. + + Rowland Hill, 1783. + + +367 The Lord Will Provide. P.M. + +_Divine Providence._ + +In some way or other + The Lord will provide; +It may not be my way, +It may not be thy way, +And yet in his own way, + The Lord will provide. + +2 At some time or other + The Lord will provide; +It may not be my time, +It may not be thy time, +And yet in his own time, + The Lord will provide. + +3 Despond then no longer, + The Lord will provide; +And this be the token-- +No word he hath spoken, +Was ever yet broken, + The Lord will provide. + +4 March on, then, right boldly + The sea shall divide; +The pathway made glorious +With shoutings victorious, +We'll join in the chorus, + The Lord will provide. + + Mrs. M.A.W. Cook. + + +368 Consolation. 11s. + +_Heb. 12:2._ (866) + +Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! +Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! +The light of his countenance shineth so bright, +That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. + +2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; +I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; +I know that his presence my safeguard will be, +For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me. + +3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, +When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round! +They bear me away in his presence to be; +I see him still nearer whom always I see. + +4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace +Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; +Shall know how his love went before me each day, +And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. + + +369 Foundation. 11s. + +_Precious Promises._ (867) + +How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, +Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: +What more can he say than to you he has said, +You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? + +2 In every condition--in sickness, in health, +In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, +At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea-- +As your days may demand, so your succor shall be. + +3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed; +I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; +I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, +Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. + +4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, +The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow; +For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, +And sanctify to you your deepest distress. + +5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, +My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; +The flame shall not hurt you; I only design +Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine. + +6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove +My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; +And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, +Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. + +7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, +I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; +That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, +I'll never, no never, no never forsake. + + Geo. Keith, 1787. + + +370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M. + +_Hid with Christ._ + +Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe on his gentle breast, +There by his love o'ershaded, + Sweetly my soul shall rest. +Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, + Borne in a song to me, +Over the fields of glory, + Over the jasper sea. + +Cho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe on his gentle breast, + There by his love o'ershaded, + Sweetly my soul shall rest. + +2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe from corroding care, +Safe from the world's temptations + Sin cannot harm me there. +Free from the blight of sorrow, + Free from my doubts and fears; +Only a few more trials, + Only a few more tears! + +3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, + Jesus has died for me; +Firm on the Rock of Ages + Ever my trust shall be. +Here let me wait with patience, + Wait till the night is o'er; +Wait till I see the morning + Break on the golden shore. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +371 He Leadeth Me. L.M. + +_Divine Guidance_ + +He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't, +Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught; +Whate'er I do, where'er I be, +Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. + +Ref.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me! + By his own hand he leadeth me; + His faithful follower I would be, + For by his hand he leadeth me. + +2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, +Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, +By waters still, o'er troubled sea-- +Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. + +3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. +Nor ever murmur or repine-- +Content, whatever lot I see, +Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. + +4 And when my task on earth is done, +When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won, +E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, +Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me. + + Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861. + + +372 Jewett. 6s. D. + +_Mark 14:36._ (864) + +My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + O may thy will be mine! +Into thy hand of love + I would my all resign; +Through sorrow, or through joy, + Conduct me as thine own, +And help me still to say, + My Lord, thy will be done! + +2 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + If needy here and poor, +Give me thy people's bread, + Their portion rich and sure; +The manna of thy word, + Let my soul feed upon, +And, if all else should fail, + My Lord, thy will be done! + +3 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + If among thorns I go, +Still sometimes here and there + Let a few roses blow. +But thou, on earth, along + The thorny path hast gone: +Then lead me after thee; + My Lord, thy will be done! + + Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. + + +373 Trusting in the Promise. P.M. + +_The Promise Secure._ + +I have found repose for my weary soul, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And a harbor safe when the billows roll, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +I will fear no foe in the deadly strife, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +I will bear my lot in the toil of life, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +Ref.--Resting on his mighty arm forever, + Never from his loving heart to sever, + I will rest by grace in his strong embrace, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +2 I will sing my song as the days go by, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And rejoice in hope, while I live or die, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +I can smile at grief and abide in pain, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And the loss of all shall be highest gain, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +Oh, the strength and grace only God can give, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +Whosoever will may be saved to-day, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And begin to walk in the holy way, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + + Rev. H.B. Hartzler. + + +374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s. + +_Consolation Offered._ (868) + +Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; + Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; +Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; + Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal! + +2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, + Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure-- +Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, + Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. + +3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing + Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love; +Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing + Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. + + Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816. + Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings. + + +375 Follow On! P.M. + +_Following Christ._ + +Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, +Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; +Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, +Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won. + +Ref.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! + Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on! + Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! + Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on! + +2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, +Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; +With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, +Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near. + +3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, +Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; +He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, +Up to where they gather on the hills of God. + + W.O. Cushing. + + +376 Trusting Jesus. 7s. + +_Undoubting Trust._ + +Simply trusting ev'ry day, +Trusting thro' a stormy way; +Even when my faith is small, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +Cho.--Trusting as the moments fly, + Trusting as the days go by; + Trusting him whate'er befall, + Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine +Into this poor heart of mine; +While he leads I cannot fall, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +3 Singing if my way is clear; +Praying if the path is drear; +If in danger for him call; +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +4 Trusting him while life shall last, +Trusting him till earth is past; +Till within the jasper wall, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + + E.P. Stites. + + +377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M. + +_Divine Refuge._ + +The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, + A shelter in the time of storm; +Secure whatever ill betide, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +Cho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, + A weary land, a weary land, + Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +2 A shade by day, defense by night, + A shelter in the time of storm; +No foes alarm, no fears affright, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +3 The raging storms may round us beat, + A shelter in the time of storm; +We'll never leave our safe retreat, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, + A shelter in the time of storm; +Be thou our helper, ever near, + A shelter in the time of storm. + + Anon, Arranged. + + +378 Under His Wings. 8s. + +_Psalm 91._ + +In God I have found a retreat, + Where I can securely abide; +No refuge nor rest so complete; + And here I intend to reside. + +Cho.--Oh, what comfort it brings, + As my soul sweetly sings, + I am safe from all danger + While under his wings. + +2 I dread not the terror by night, + No arrow can harm me by day; +His shadow has covered me quite, + My fears he has driven away. + +3 The pestilence walking about, + When darkness has settled abroad, +Can never compel me to doubt + The presence and power of God. + +4 The wasting destruction at noon + No fearful foreboding can bring; +With Jesus my soul doth commune, + His perfect salvation I sing. + +5 A thousand may fall at my side, + And ten thousand at my right hand; +Above me his wings are spread wide, + Beneath them in safety I stand. + + James Nicholson. + + +379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s. + +_Divine Sympathy._ + +He knows the bitter, weary way, +The endless striving day by day, +The souls that weep, the souls that pray-- + He knows it all. + +Ref.--He knows it all, + The bitter, weary way; + O souls that weep, O souls that pray, + He knows it all. + +2 He knows how hard the fight has been, +The clouds that come our lives between, +The wounds the world has never seen-- + He knows it all. + +3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, +How deep the pain, how near the brink +Of dark despair we pause and shrink-- + He knows it all. + +4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss! +For though on earth our joys we miss. +We still can bear it, feeling this-- + He knows it all. + + Unknown. + + +380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord. + +Cast thy burden on the Lord, +And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; +He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; +He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; +Cast thy burden on the Lord! + + +381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s. + +_Lead Thou Me On._ + +Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, + Lead thou me on, +The night is dark, and I am far from home, + Lead thou me on; +Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see +The distant scene; one step enough for me. + +2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou + Shouldst lead me on; +I loved to choose and see my path, but now + Lead thou me on; +I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, +Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. + +3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still + Will lead me on; +O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till + The night is gone; +And with the morn those angel faces smile +Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. + + Cardinal J.H. Newman + + +382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M. + +_Joy After Weeping._ + +Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, + For joy cometh in the morning; +For God, in his own Word, hath said + That joy cometh in the morning. + +Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, + Joy cometh in the morning; + Weeping may endure for a night, + But joy cometh in the morning. + +2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, + For joy cometh in the morning; +Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, + For joy cometh in the morning. + +3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, + For joy cometh in the morning; +And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, + For joy cometh in the morning. + +4 Our God shall wipe all tears away, + For joy cometh in the morning; +Sorrow and sighing flee away, + For joy cometh in the morning. + + M.M. Weinland. + + +383 Landis. S.M. + +_God's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883) + +How tender is thy hand, + Oh, thou beloved Lord! +Afflictions come at thy command, + And leave us at thy word. + +2 How gentle was the rod + That chastened us for sin! +How soon we found a smiling God, + Where deep distress had been! + +3 A Father's hand we felt, + A Father's heart we knew; +With tears of penitence we knelt, + And found his word was true. + +4 We told him all our grief, + We thought of Jesus' love; +A sense of pardon brought relief, + And bade our pains remove. + + Thomas Hastings. + + +384 Retreat. L.M. + +_The Mercy-Seat._ (787) + +From every stormy wind that blows, +From every swelling tide of woes, +There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- +'Tis found before the mercy-seat. + +2 There is a place where Jesus sheds +The oil of gladness on our heads,-- +A place, than all besides, more sweet; +It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. + +3 There is a spot where spirits blend, +Where friend holds fellowship with friend; +Though sundered far, by faith they meet +Around one common mercy-seat. + +4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, +And time, and sense seem all no more; +And heaven comes down our souls to greet, +And glory crowns the mercy-seat! + +5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, +My tongue be silent, cold, and still, +This bounding heart forget to beat, +If I forget the mercy-seat! + + Hugh Stowell, 1827. + + +385 Retreat. L.M. + +_Design of Prayer._ (796) + +Prayer is appointed to convey + The blessings God designs to give: +Long as they live should Christians pray; + They learn to pray when first they live. + +2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; + If cares distract, or fears dismay; +If guilt deject; if sin distress; + In every case, still watch and pray. + +3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, + Tho' thought be broken, language lame, +Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, + But pray with faith in Jesus' name. + +4 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. + + Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768 + + +386 Retreat. L.M. + +_Psalm 104:34._ (794) + +My God, is any hour so sweet + From blush of morn to evening star, +As that which calls me to thy feet, + The calm and holy hour of prayer? + +2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, + And blest the hush of solemn eve, +When on the wings of prayer up-borne, + This fair, but transient, world I leave. + +3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; + Then are my sins by thee forgiven; +Then dost thou cheer my solitude, + With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven. + +4 No words can tell what sweet relief, + There for my every want I find; +What strength for warfare, balm for grief, + What deep and cheerful peace of mind. + +5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, + No privilege so dear shall be, +As thus my inmost soul to pour + In faithful, filial prayer to thee! + + Charlotte Elliott, 1854. + + +387 Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D. + +_Blessedness of Prayer._ (790) + +Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +That calls me from a world of care, +And bids me at my Father's throne +Make all my wants and wishes known: +In seasons of distress and grief, +My soul has often found relief; +And oft escaped the tempter's snare, +By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! + +2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +Thy wings shall my petition bear +To him whose truth and faithfulness +Engage the waiting soul to bless. +And since he bids he seek his face, +Believe his word, and trust his grace, +I'll cast on him my ev'ry care +And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! + +3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +May 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; +And shout, while passing thro' the air, +Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer! + + Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846. + + +388 Brown. C.M. + +_Secret Prayer._ (776) + +I love to steal awhile away + From ev'ry cumb'ring care, +And spend the hours of setting day + In humble, grateful prayer. + +2 I love in solitude to shed + The penitential tear, +And all his promises to plead, + Where none but God can hear. + +3 I love to think on mercies past, + And future good implore, +And all my cares and sorrows cast + On him whom I adore. + +4 I love by faith to take a view + Of brighter scenes in heaven; +The prospect doth my strength renew, + While here by tempests driven. + +5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, + May its departing ray +Be calm as this impressive hour, + And lead to endless day! + + Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825. + + +389 Brown. C.M. + +_Graces Sought in Prayer._ (786) + +Lord! teach us how to pray aright, + With reverence and with fear; +Though dust and ashes in thy sight, + We may, we must draw near. + +2 God of all grace, we come to thee, + With broken, contrite hearts, +Give, what thine eye delights to see, + Truth in the inward parts; + +3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, + Though mercy long delay; +Courage, our fainting souls to keep, + And trust thee though thou slay. + +4 Give these, and then--thy will be done-- + Thus strengthened with all might, +We by the Spirit and thy Son, + Shall pray, and pray aright. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +390 Brown. C.M. + +_Mark 13:33._ (784) + +The Savior bids thee watch and pray + Through life's momentous hour; +And grants the Spirit's quickening ray + To those who seek his power. + +2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, + Maintain a warrior's strife; +Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day; + Obedience is thy life. + +3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, + For soon the hour will come +That calls thee from the earth away + To thy eternal home. + +4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray + Oh, hearken to his voice, +And follow where he leads the way, + To heaven's eternal joys. + + T. Hastings. + + +391 Devizes. C.M. + +_Prayer._ (781) + +Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, + Uttered or unexpressed; +The motion of a hidden fire, + That trembles in the breast. + +2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, + The falling of a tear, +The upward glancing of an eye, + When none but God is near. + +3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, + That infant lips can try; +Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach + The Majesty on high. + +4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, + The Christian's native air: +His watchword at the gates of death; + He enters heaven with prayer. + +5 Oh, 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. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +392 Marlow. C.M. + +_A Throne of Grace._ (778) + +A throne of grace! then let us go + And offer up our prayer; +A gracious God will mercy show + To all that worship there. + +2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne + Our knees have often bent, +And God has showered his blessings down + As often as we went. + +3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints! + That throne is open still; +To God unbosom your complaints, + And then inquire his will. + + Corbin. + + +393 Notting Hill. C.M. + +_Communion in Prayer._ (777) + +Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, + While here o'er earth we rove; +Speak to our hearts, and let us feel + The kindling of thy love. + +2 With thee conversing, we forget + All time, and toil, and care: +Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, + If thou, my God! art here. + +3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, + And bid my heart rejoice: +My bounding heart shall own thy sway, + And echo to thy voice. + +4 Thou callest me to seek thy face-- + 'Tis all I wish to seek; +T' attend the whisperings of thy grace, + And hear thee only speak. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +394 Aletta. 7s. + +_At the Throne._ (804) + +Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; +Jesus loves to answer prayer; +He himself has bid thee pray, +Therefore will not say thee nay. + +2 Thou art coming to a King, +Large petitions with thee bring; +For his grace and power are such, +None can ever ask too much. + +3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, +Take possession of my breast; +There thy blood-bought right maintain, +And without a rival reign. + +4 While I am a pilgrim here, +Let thy love my spirit cheer; +As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, +Lead me to my journey's end. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Privilege of Prayer._ + +What a friend we have in Jesus, + All our sins and griefs to bear; +What a privilege to carry + Ev'rything to God in prayer! +O what peace we often forfeit, + O what needless pain we bear, +All because we do not carry + Ev'rything to God in prayer! + +2 Have we trials and temptations? + Is there trouble anywhere? +We should never be discouraged, + Take it to the Lord in prayer. +Can we find a friend so faithful, + Who will all our sorrows share? +Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, + Take it to the Lord in prayer! + +3 Are we weak and heavy laden, + Cumbered with a load of care?-- +Precious Savior, still our refuge,-- + Take it to the Lord in prayer. +Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? + Take it to the Lord in prayer; +In his firms he'll take and shield thee, + Thou wilt find a solace there. + + Unknown. + + +396 The Lord's Prayer. + +_Chant._ + +Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || +Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven, + +2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || +And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors. + +3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || +For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men. + + +397 Thatcher. S.M. + +_I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168) + +Come at the morning hour, + Come, let us kneel and pray; +Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff + To walk with God all day. + +2 At noon beneath the Rock + Of Ages, rest and pray; +Sweet is that shelter from the sun + In weary heat of day. + +3 At evening, in thy home, + Around its altar, pray; +And finding there the house of God, + With heaven then close the day. + +4 When midnight veils our eyes, + Oh, it is sweet to say, +I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord! + With thee to watch and pray. + + Anon. + + +398 Capello. S.M. + +_The Throne of Grace._ (801) + +Behold the throne of grace! + The promise calls me near; +There Jesus shows a smiling face, + And waits to answer prayer. + +2 That rich atoning blood, + Which sprinkled round I see, +Provides, for those who come to God, + An all-prevailing plea. + +3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; + Thou canst not be too bold; +Since his own blood for thee he spilt, + What else can he withhold? + +4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, + Thy presence and thy love; +I ask to serve thee here below, + And reign with thee above. + +5 Teach me to live by faith; + Conform my will to thine; +Let me victorious be in death, + And then in glory shine. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M. + +_The Sympathizing Friend._ + +Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted? + Tell it to Jesus. +Are you grieving over joys departed? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, + He is a Friend that's well known; + You have no other such a friend or brother! + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? + Tell it to Jesus. +Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow? + Tell it to Jesus. +Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying? + Tell it to Jesus. +For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + + J. E. Rankin, D. D. + + +400 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Cross and the Crown._ (835) + +Must Jesus bear the cross alone, + And all the world go free? +No, there's a cross for every one, + And there's a cross for me. + +2 How happy are the saints above, + Who once went mourning here! +But now they taste unmingled love, + And joy without a tear. + +3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, + Till death shall set me free, +And then go home my crown to wear, + For there's a crown for me. + +4 Upon the crystal pavement, down + At Jesus' pierced feet, +Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, + And his dear name repeat. + +5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring + Beneath heaven's arches high; +The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, + That lives no more to die. + +6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown! + Oh! resurrection day! +Ye angels! from the skies come down, + And bear my soul away. + + V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._ + + +401 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Christian Race._ (783) + +Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve, + And press with vigor on; +A heavenly race demands thy zeal, + A bright, immortal crown. + +2 'Tis God's all-animating voice + That calls thee from on high: +'Tis his own 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 way. + +4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee + Have we our race begun; +And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet + We'll lay our laurels down. + + P. Doddridge, 1740. + + +402 Maitland. C.M. + +_Christian Charity._ (809) + +Blest is the man, whose softening heart + Feels all another's pain; +To whom the supplicating eye + Was never raised in vain;-- + +2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, + A stranger's woes to feel, +And bleeds in pity o'er the wound + He wants the power to heal. + +3 He spreads his kind supporting arms + To every child of grief; +Hie secret bounty largely flows, + And brings unasked relief. + +4 To gentle offices of love, + His feet are never slow; +He views, through mercy's melting eye, + A brother in a foe. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. + + +403 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Christian's Life-Work._ (798) + +A charge to keep I have, + A God to glorify; +A never-dying-soul to save, + And fit it for the sky:--- + +2 To serve the present age, + My calling to fulfill,-- +Oh! may it all my powers engage-- + To do my Master's will. + +3 Arm me with jealous care, + As in thy sight to live; +And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare + A strict account to give. + +4 Help me to watch and pray, + And on thyself rely; +Assured, if I my trust betray, + I shall forever die. + + Charles Wesley, 1762. + + +404 Boylston. S.M. + +_Sowing and Reaping._ (1014) + +Sow in the morn thy seed, + At eve hold not thy hand; +To doubt and fear give thou no heed; + Broad-cast it o'er the land. + +2 And duly shall appear, + In verdure, beauty, strength, +The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, + And the full corn at length. + +3 Thou canst not toil in vain; + Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, +Shall foster and mature the grain, + For garners in the sky. + +4 Thence, when the glorious end, + The day of God, shall come, +The angel-reapers shall descend, + And heaven cry "Harvest-home!" + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +405 Boylston. S.M. + +_Doing Good._ (821) + +We give thee but thine own, + Whate'er the gift may be: +All that we have is thine alone, + A trust, O Lord! from thee. + +2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, + And homes are bare and cold, +And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, + Are straying from the fold. + +3 To comfort and to bless, + To find a balm for woe, +To tend the lone and fatherless + Is angels' work below. + +4 The captive to release, + To God the lost to bring, +To teach the way of life and peace, + It is a Christ-like thing. + +5 And we believe thy word, + Though dim our faith may be: +Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, + We do it unto thee. + + William Walsham How, 1854. + + +406 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Useful Life._ (818) + +Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- +Thy joy to do the Father's will; +It is the way the Master went; +Should not the servant tread it still? + +2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; +Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; +Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, +The Master praises;--what are men? + +3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, +If he shall praise thee, if he deign +Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, +No toil for him shall be in vain. + +4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; +For toil comes rest, for exile home; +Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, +The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!" + + Horatius Bonar, 1857. + + +407 Just As I am. L.M. + +_Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._ (737) + +So let our lips and lives express +The holy gospel we profess; +So let our works and virtues shine +To prove the doctrine all divine. + +2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad +The honors of our Savior God; +When his salvation reigns within, +And grace subdues the power of sin. + +3 Religion bears our spirits up, +While we expect that blessed hope,-- +The bright appearance of the Lord; +And faith stands leaning on his word. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +408 Essex. 8s & 7s. + +_The Responsibilities of the Age._ + +We are living, we are dwelling, + In a grand and awful time, +In an age on ages telling; + To be living is sublime. + +2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your + Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? +Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier; + Worlds are charging to the shock. + +3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding; + Thou hast but an hour to fight; +Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, + On! right onward for the right. + +4 On! let all the soul within you + For the truth's sake go abroad; +Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew + Tell on ages--tell for God. + + Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840. + + +409 Triumph. L.M. + +_Zeal.--John 9:4._ (1009) + +Go, labor on, while it is day; + The world's dark night is hastening on; +Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away! + It is not thus that souls are won. + +2 Men die in darkness at your side, + Without a hope to cheer the tomb; +Take up the torch and wave it wide-- + The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. + +3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray! + Be wise the erring soul to win; +Go forth into the world's highway; + Compel the wanderer to come in. + +4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak; + Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; +Yet falter not; the prize you seek + Is near,--a kingdom and a crown! + + H. Bonar, 1857. + + +410 Triumph. L.M. + +_Psalm 41._ (819) + +Blest is the man whose heart doth move, + And melt with pity to the poor; +Whose soul, by sympathizing love, + Feels what his fellow-saints endure. + +2 His heart contrives, for their relief, + More good than his own hands can do; +He, in the time of general grief, + Shall find the Lord has pity too. + +3 His soul shall live secure on earth, + With secret blessings on his head, +When drought, and pestilence, and dearth + Around him multiply their dead. + +4 Or, if he languish on his couch, + God will pronounce his sins forgiven, +Will save him with a healing touch, + Or take his willing soul to heaven. + + Isaac Watts. 1719. + + +411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M. + +_Seeking the Lost._ + +Rescue the perishing, +Care for the dying, + Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; +Weep o'er the erring one, +Lift up the fallen, + Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. + +Cho.--Rescue the perishing, + Care for the dying; + Jesus is merciful, + Jesus will save. + +2 Tho' they are slighting him, +Still he is waiting, + Waiting the penitent child to receive. +Plead with them earnestly, +Plead with them gently, + He will forgive if they only believe. + +3 Down in the human heart, +Crushed by the tempter, + Feelings lie buried which grace can restore. +Touched by a loving heart, +Wakened by kindness, + Cords that were broken will vibrate once more. + +4 Rescue the perishing, +Duty demands it; + Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide. +Back to the narrow way +Patiently win them; + Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M. + +_Daily Opportunity._ + +There are lonely hearts to cherish, + While the days are going by; +There are weary souls who perish, + While the days are going by; +If a smile we can renew, +As our journey we pursue, +Oh, the good we all may do, + While the days are going by. + +Ref.--Going by, going by, + Going by, going by, + Oh, the good we all may do, + While the days are going by. + +2 There's no time for idle scorning, + While the days are going by; +Let your face be like the morning, + While the days are going by; +Oh, the world is full of sighs, +Full of sad and weeping eyes; +Help your fallen brother rise, + While the days are going by. + +3 All the loving links that bind us, + While the days are going by; +One by one we leave behind us, + While the days are going by; +But the seeds of good we sow +Both in shade and shine will grow, +And will keep our hearts aglow, + While the days are going by. + + George Cooper. + + +413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M. + +_Delight in God's Work._ + +I want to be a worker for the Lord, + I want to love and trust his holy word; +I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day + In the vineyard of the Lord. + +Cho.--I will work, I will pray, + In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord; + I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day + In the vineyard of the Lord. + +2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, + I want to lead the erring in the way +That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, + In the kingdom of the Lord. + +3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, + I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; +All who will truly come, shall find a happy home + In the kingdom of the Lord. + +4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord, + To lead the lost and erring to thy word +That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, + In the kingdom of the Lord. + + Isaiah Baltzell. + + +414 Seeds of Promise. C.M. + +_Seedtime and Harvest._ + +Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, + Along the fertile field, +For grain will grow from what you sow, + And fruitful harvest yield. + +CHO--Then day by day along your way, + The seeds of promise cast, + That ripened grain from hill and plain, + Be gathered home at last. + +2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, + The seed will surely live; +Tho' great the cost it is not lost, + For God will fruitage give. + +3 The harvest home of God will come; + And after toil and care, +With joy untold your sheaves of gold + Will all be garnered there. + + Jessie H. Brown. + + +415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M. + +_The Christian Journey._ + +Come, we that love the Lord, + And let our joys be known, +Join in a song with sweet accord, + And thus surround the throne. + +Cho.--We're marching to Zion, + Beautiful, beautiful Zion, + We're marching upward to Zion, + The beautiful city of God. + +2 Let those refuse to sing + Who never knew our God; +But children of the heavenly King + May speak their joys abroad. + +3 The hill of Zion yields + A thousand sacred sweets, +Before we reach the heavenly fields, + Or walk the golden streets. + +4 Then let our songs abound, + And ev'ry tear be dry; +We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground + To fairer worlds on high. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M. + +_Work While it is Day._ + +Work, for the night is coming, + Work thro' the morning hours; +Work while the dew is sparkling, + Work 'mid springing flowers; +Work, when the day grows brighter, + Work in the glowing sun; +Work, for the night is coming, + When man's work is done. + +2 Work, for the night is coming, + Work thro' the sunny noon; +Fill brightest hours with labor, + Rest comes sure and soon; +Give ev'ry flying minute, + Something to keep in store; +Work, for the night is coming, + When man works no more. + +3 Work, for the night is coming, + Under the sunset skies; +While their bright tints are glowing, + Work, for daylight flies; +Work till the last beam fadeth, + Fadeth to shine no more; +Work while the night is dark'ning, + When man's work is o'er. + + Annie L. Walker. + + +417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M. + +_Spiritual Harvest._ + +Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, + Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; +Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +Cho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; + Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, + Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; +By and by the harvest and the labor ended, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, + Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; +When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome; + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + + Knowles Shaw. + + +418 Crown After Cross. P.M. + +_Tears and Joy._ + +Light after darkness, + Gain after loss, +Strength after weariness, + Crown after cross, +Sweet after bitter, + Song after sigh, +Home after wandering, + Praise after cry. + +Cho.--Now comes the weeping, + Then the glad reaping; + Now comes the labor hard, + Then the reward. + +2 Sheaves after sowing, + Sun after rain, +Sight after mystery, + Peace after pain, +Joy after sorrow, + Calm after blast, +Rest after weariness, + Sweet rest at last. + +3 Near after distant, + Gleam after gloom, +Love after loneliness, + Life after tomb. +After long agony, + Rapture of bliss; +Right was the pathway + Leading to this. + + Frances R. Havergal. + + +419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D. + +_The Old, Old Story._ + +I love to tell the story + Of unseen things above, +Of Jesus and his glory, + Of Jesus and his love! +I love to tell the story, + Because I know it's true; +It satisfies my longings, + As nothing else would do. + +Cho.--I love to tell the story! + 'Twill be my theme in glory, + To tell the old, old story + Of Jesus and his love. + +2 I love to tell the story! + More wonderful it seems, +Than all the golden fancies + Of all our golden dreams. +I love to tell the story! + It did so much for me! +And that is just the reason, + I tell it now to thee. + +3 I love to tell the story! + 'Tis pleasant to repeat +What seems, each time, I tell it, + More wonderfully sweet. +I love to tell the story! + For some have never heard +The message of salvation + From God's own Holy Word. + +4 I love to tell the story! + For those who know it best +Seem hungering and thirsting + To hear it like the rest. +And when, in scenes of glory, + I sing the new, new song, +'Twill be--the old, old story + That I have loved so long. + + Miss Kate Hankey, 1867. + + +420 Only a Word. P.M. + +_Speaking for Christ._ + +Only a word for Jesus, + Spoken in fear with sense of need; +Yet, with the Master's blessing, + Thousands that word may feed. + +Cho.--Give me a word for thee, Master! + Give me a word for thee! + To speak thy praise, + Some soul to raise, + Oh, give me a word for thee. + +2 Only a word for Jesus, + Gentle and low with falt'ring breath; +Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling, + Winning a soul from death. + +3 Only a word for Jesus, + Only a wav'ring soul to hear; +Yet, thro' increasing ages, + Widen its help and cheer. + +4 Only a word for Jesus, + Feeble the love and praise appear: +Angels their songs are ceasing, + Glad this new note to hear. + + E. S. Lorenz. + + +421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M. + +_Waiting His Coming._ + +Are you Christ's light bearer? +Of his joy a sharer? +Is this dark world fairer + For your cheering ray? +Is your beacon lighted, +Guiding souls benighted + To the land of perfect day? + +Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? + Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? + Are you ever waiting + For your Lord's returning? + Are you watching day by day? + +2 Is your heart warm glowing, +With his love o'erflowing, +And his goodness showing + More and more each day? +Are you pressing onward, +With Christ's faithful vanguard, + In the safe and narrow way? + +3 Keep your altars burning, +Wait your Lord's returning, +While your heart's deep yearning + Draws him ever near; +With his radiance splendid +Shall your light be blended + When his glory shall appear? + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M. + +_Faithfulness._ + +When Jesus comes to reward his servants, + Whether it be noon or night, +Faithful to him will he find us watching, + With our lamps all trimmed and bright? + +Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? + Ready for the soul's bright home? + Say, will he find you and me still watching, + Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? + +2 If at the dawn of the early morning, + He shall call us one by one, +When to the Lord we restore our talents, + Will he answer thee--Well done? + +3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? + Do we seek to do our best? +If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, + We shall have a glorious rest. + +4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, + In his glory they shall share; +If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, + Will he find us watching there? + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +423 Laban. S.M. + +_Watchfulness and Prayer._ (763) + +My soul, be on thy guard, + Ten thousand foes arise: +The hosts of sin are pressing hard + To draw thee from the skies. + +2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray; + The battle ne'er give o'er; +Renew it boldly every day, + And help divine implore. + +3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won + Nor lay thine armor down; +Thy arduous work will not be done + Till thou obtain thy crown. + +4 Fight on, my soul, till death + Shall bring thee to thy God; +He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, + To his divine abode. + + George Heath, 1806. + + +424 Laban. S.M. + +_The Panoply of God._ (761) + +Soldiers of Christ! arise, + And put your armor on,-- +Strong, in the strength which God supplies, + Through his eternal Son:-- + +2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts, + And in his mighty power; +Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, + Is more than conqueror. + +3 Stand, then, in his great might, + With all his strength endued; +And take, to arm you for the fight, + The panoply of God:-- + +4 That, having all things done, + And all your conflicts past, +You may o'ercome through Christ alone, + And stand entire at last. + +5 From strength to strength go on; + Wrestle, and fight, and pray; +Tread all the powers of darkness down, + And win the well-fought day. + +6 Still let the Spirit cry, + In all his soldiers, "Come," +Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, + And takes the conquerors home. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + +425 Laban. S.M. + +_Victory is on the Lord's Side._ (765) + +Arise, ye saints, arise! + The Lord our Leader is: +The foe before his banner flies, + And victory is his. + +2 We soon shall see the day + When all our toils shall cease; +When we shall cast our arms away, + And dwell in endless peace. + +3 This hope supports us here; + It makes our burdens light: +'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, + Till faith shall end in sight:-- + +4 Till, of the prize possessed, + We hear of war no more; +And ever with our Leader rest, + On yonder peaceful shore. + + Thomas Kelly, 1803. + + +426 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Sacrifices of Warfare._ (751) + +Am I a soldier of the cross, + A follower of the Lamb? +And shall I fear to own his cause, + Or blush to speak his name? + +2 Must I be carried to the skies + On flow'ry beds of ease, +While others fought to win the prize, + And sailed thro' bloody seas? + +3 Are there no foes for me to face? + Must I not stem the flood? +Is this vile world a friend to grace, + To help me on to God? + +4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; + Increase my courage, Lord; +I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, + Supported by thy word. + +5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, + Shall conquer, though they die; +They see the triumph from afar, + By faith they bring it nigh. + +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. + + Isaac Watts, 1723 + + +427 America. 6s & 4s. + +_Christian Soldiers._ (773) + +Soldiers of Christ are we +Marching to victory, + Marching to heaven; +In his bright armor dressed, +His cross our chosen crest, +And for our food and rest, + His word is given. + +2 Tho' foes our path surround, +Tho' toils and cares abound, + Onward we tread; +We hear our Lord's command; +We grasp each shining brand, +And, like a banner grand, + Hope waves o'erhead. + +3 Soldiers of Christ are we, +Light, Love, and Liberty + Our battle call! +Till truth shall win the day, +Till right shall gain the sway, +Till sin is driven away, + We fight or fall. + + +428 Webb. 7s & 6s. + + (771) + +Stand up, stand up for Jesus, + Ye soldiers of the cross! +Lift high his royal banner, + It must not suffer loss; +From victory unto victory + His army shall he lead, +Till every foe is vanquished. + And Christ is Lord indeed. + +2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus. + The trumpet call obey; +Forth to the mighty conflict, + In this his glorious day; +Ye that are men! now serve him, + Against unnumbered foes; +Your courage rise with danger, + And strength to strength oppose. + +3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, + Stand in his strength alone; +The arm of flesh will fail you; + Ye dare not trust your own; +Put on the gospel armor, + And, watching unto prayer, +Where duty calls, or danger, + Be never wanting there. + +4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus: + The strife will not be long; +This day, the noise of battle,-- + The next, the victor's song; +To him that overcometh, + A crown of life shall be; +He, with the King of glory, + Shall reign eternally! + + George Duffield, 1858. + + +429 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Psalm 27._ (772) + +God is my strong salvation; + What foe have I to fear? +In darkness and temptation, + My Light, my Help is near: +Though hosts encamp around me, + Firm to the fight I stand; +What terror can confound me, + With God at my right hand? + +2 Place on the Lord reliance; + My soul! with courage wait; +His truth be thine affiance, + When faint and desolate; +His might thy heart shall strengthen, + His love thy joy increase; +Mercy thy days shall lengthen; + The Lord will give thee peace. + + James Montgomery, 1822. + + +430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M. + +_Courage._ + +Yield not to temptation, + For yielding is sin; +Each vict'ry will help you + Some other to win. +Fight manfully onward, + Dark passions subdue; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + +Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you, + Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; + He is willing to aid you, + He will carry you through. + +2 Shun evil companions, + Bad language disdain, +God's name hold in rev'rence, + Nor take it in vain; +Be thoughtful and earnest, + Kind-hearted and true; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + +3 To him that o'ercometh, + God giveth a crown; +Through faith we shall conquer, + Though often cast down; +He who is our Savior + Our strength will renew; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + + H.R. Palmer. + + +431 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Founded on a Rock._ (892) + +With stately towers and bulwarks strong, + Unrivaled and alone, +Loved theme of many a sacred song; + God's holy city shone. + +2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, + The glory of all lands; +Yet fairer and in strength complete, + The Christian temple stands. + +3 The faithful of each clime and age + This glorious church compose; +Built on a Rock, with idle rage + The threat'ning tempest blows. + +4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, + Thy God is thy defense; +And weak and powerless every arm + Against Omnipotence. + + Isaac Watts. + + +432 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_The Church Immovable._ (891) + +Oh! where are kings and empires now, + Of old that went and came? +But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, + A thousand years the same. + +2 We mark her goodly battlements, + And her foundations strong; +We hear within the solemn voice + Of her unending song. + +3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, + Thy holy church, O God! +Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, + And tempests are abroad; + +4 Unshaken as eternal hills, + Immovable she stands, +A mountain that shall fill the earth, + A house not made by hands. + + Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._ + + +433 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Returning to Zion._ (894) + +Daughter of Zion, from the dust + Exalt thy fallen head; +Again in thy Redeemer trust-- + He calls thee from the dead. + +2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, + Thy beautiful array; +The day of freedom dawns at length-- + The Lord's appointed day. + +3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, + And send thy heralds forth; +Say to the South, Give up thy charge! + And, Keep not back, O North! + +4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, + Where'er they rest or roam, +Have heard thy voice in distant lands, + And hasten to their home. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +434 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Little Flock._ + +Church of the ever-living God, + The Father's gracious choice, +Amid the voices of this earth + How feeble is thy voice! + +2 Not many rich or noble called, + Not many great or wise: +They whom God makes his kings and priests + Are poor in human eyes. + +3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; + Their feeble days are o'er, +No more a handful in the earth, + A little flock no more. + + H. Bonar, _ab._ + + +435 Laban. S.M. + +_Psalm 137._ (914) + +I love thy kingdom, Lord! + The house of thine abode, +The church our blest Redeemer saved, + With his own precious blood. + +2 I love thy church, O God! + Her walls before thee stand, +Dear as the apple of thine eye, + And graven on 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. + + Timothy Dwight, 1800. + + +436 State Street. S.M. + +_A Revival Sought._ (912) + +Revive thy work, O Lord! + Thy mighty arm make bare; +Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead, + And make thy people hear. + +2 Revive thy work, O Lord! + Disturb this sleep of death; +Quicken the smoldering embers now, + By thine almighty breath. + +3 Revive thy work, O Lord! + Exalt thy precious name; +And, by the Holy Ghost, our love + For thee and thine inflame. + +4 Revive thy work, O Lord! + And give refreshing showers; +The glory shall be all thine own, + The blessing, Lord! be ours. + + Albert Midlane, 1861. + + +437 Ware. L.M. + +_Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._ (895) + +Jesus shall reign where'er the sun +Does his successive journeys run; +His kingdom spread from shore to shore, +Till moons shall wax and wane no more. + +2 From north to south the princes meet, +To pay their homage at his feet; +While western empires own their Lord, +And savage tribes attend his word. + +3 To him shall endless prayer be made, +And endless praises crown his head; +His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, +With every morning sacrifice. + +4 People and realms of every tongue +Dwell on his love with sweetest song, +And infant voices shall proclaim +Their early blessings on his name. + +5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; +The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; +The weary find eternal rest, +And all the sons of want are blest. + +6 Let every creature rise and bring +Peculiar honors to our King; +Angels descend with songs again, +And earth repeat the loud Amen! + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +438 Ware. L.M. + +_The Glory of the Church._ (904) + +Triumphant Zion! lift thy head +From dust, and darkness, and the dead; +Though humbled long, awake at length, +And gird thee with thy Savior's strength. + +2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, +And let thy various charms be known; +The world thy glories shall confess, +Decked in the robes of righteousness. + +3 No more shall foes unclean invade, +And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; +No more shall hell's insulting host +Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. + +4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; +His hand thy ruins shall repair; +Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease +To guard thee in eternal peace. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +439 Ware. L.M. + +_Rev. 11: 15._ (1028) + +Soon may the last glad song arise +Through all the millions of the skies-- +That song of triumph which records +That all the earth is now the Lord's! + +2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be +Obedient, mighty God, to thee! +And, over land and stream and main, +Wave thou the scepter of thy reign! + +3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, +Let host to host the triumph tell, +That not one rebel heart remains, +But over all the Savior reigns! + + Mrs. Voke, 1816. + + +440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Her Enemies Confounded._ (925) + +Zion stands with hills surrounded, + Zion kept by power divine! +All her foes shall be confounded, + Tho' the world in arms combine. + Happy Zion, + What a favored lot is thine! + +2 Ev'ry human tie may perish, + Friend to friend unfaithful prove, +Mothers cease their own to cherish, + Heaven and earth at last remove; + But no changes + Can attend Jehovah's love. + +3 In the furnace God may prove thee, + Thence to bring thee forth more bright, +But can never cease to love thee-- + Thou art precious in his sight: + God is with thee-- + God, thine everlasting light. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804 + + +441 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_The Gospel Herald._ (926) + +On the mountain's top appearing, + Lo! the sacred herald stands, +Welcome news to Zion bearing-- + Zion long in hostile lands: + Mourning captive! + God himself shall loose thy bands. + +2 Has thy night been long and mournful? + Have thy friends unfaithful proved? +Have thy foes been proud and scornful? + By thy sighs and tears unmoved? + Cease thy mourning; + Zion still is well beloved. + +3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; + He himself appears thy Friend; +All thy foes shall flee before thee; + Here their boasts and triumph end; + Great deliverance + Zion's King will surely send. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804 + + +442 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Prayer for a Revival._ (923) + +Savior, visit thy plantation; + Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; +All will come to desolation, + Unless thou return again. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +2 Keep no longer at a distance; + Shine upon us from on high, +Lest, for want of thine assistance, + Every plant should droop and die. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +3 Let our mutual love be fervent! + Make us prevalent in prayers; +Let each one, esteemed thy servant, + Shun the world's bewitching snares. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +4 Break the tempter's fatal power, + Turn the stony heart to flesh, +And begin, from this good hour, + To revive thy work afresh. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + + John Newton, 1779 + + +443 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. + +_The Glory of the Church._ (921) + +Glorious things of thee are spoken, + Zion, city of our God! +He, whose word cannot be broken, + Formed thee for his own abode; +On the Rock of Ages founded, + What can shake thy sure repose? +With salvation's walls surrounded, + Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. + +2 See! the streams of living waters, + Springing from eternal love, +Well supply thy sons and daughters, + And all fear of want remove; +Who can faint, while such a river, + Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?-- +Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, + Never fails from age to age. + +3 Round each habitation hovering, + See the cloud and tire appear, +For a glory and a covering, + Showing that the Lord is near! +Thus deriving from their banner, + Light by night, and shade by day, +Safe they feed upon the manna + Which he gives them when they pray. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +444 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. + +_Isa. 54:10._ + +Zion, dreary and in anguish, + 'Mid the desert hast thou strayed! +Oh, thou weary, cease to languish; + Jesus shall lift up thy head. +Still lamenting and bemoaning, + 'Mid thy follies and thy woes! +Soon repenting and returning, + All thy solitude shall close. + +2 Though benighted and forsaken, + Though afflicted and distressed; +His almighty arm shall waken; + Zion's King shall give thee rest: +Cease thy sadness, unbelieving; + Soon his glory shalt thou see! +Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving, + And the voice of melody! + + Thos. Hastings + + +445 Austria. 8s, 75. D. + +_The Heralds of the Gospel._ (1048) + +Onward, onward, men of heaven + Bear the gospel's banner high; +Rest not, till its light is given, + Star of every pagan sky: +Send it where the pilgrim stranger + Paints beneath the torrid ray; +Bid the red-browed forest-ranger + Hail it, ere he fades away. + +2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature, + Dark in spirit, though they be, +Show that light to every creature-- + Prince or vassal, bond or free: +Lo! they haste to every nation: + Host on host the ranks supply: +Onward! Christ is your salvation, + And your death is victory. + + Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney. + + +446 Baca. L.M. + +_Save the Perishing._ (1021) + +The heathen perish; day by day, +Thousands on thousands pass away! +O Christians, to their rescue fly, +Preach Jesus to them ere they die! + +2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, +Yea, life itself, that they may live, +What hath your Savior done for you? +And what for him will ye not do? + +3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth, +Call in the South, wake up the North, +From every clime, from sun to sun, +Gather God's children into one! + + J. Montgomery + + +447 Baca. L.M. + +_Home Missions._ (1022) + +Look from thy sphere of endless day, + O God of mercy and of might! +In pity look on those who stray, + Benighted, in this land of light. + +2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, + In crowded mart, by stream or sea, +How many of the sons of men + Hear not the message sent from thee! + +3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call + The thoughtless young, the hardened old, +A scattered, homeless flock, till all + Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. + +4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, + Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, +To awe the bold, to stay the weak, + And bind and heal the broken heart. + +5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, + That make us sadden as we gaze, +Shall grow with living waters green, + And lift to heaven the voice of praise. + + William C. Bryant, 1840. + + +448 Baca. L.M. + +_Missionary Charged and Encouraged._ (1024) + +Go, messenger of peace and love, + To people plunged in shades of night, +Like angels sent from fields above, + Be thine to shed celestial light. + +2 Go to the hungry--food impart; + To paths of peace the wand'rer guide, +And lead the thirsty, panting heart, + Where streams of living water glide. + +3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil, + When harvest waits the reaper's hand: +Go, gather in the glorious spoil, + And joyous in his presence stand. + +4 Thy love a rich reward shall find + From him who sits enthroned on high: +For they who turn the erring mind + Shall shine like stars above the sky. + + A. Balfor + + +449 Baca. L.M. + +_Ascend Thy Throne._ + +Ascend thy throne, almighty King, + And spread thy glories all abroad; +Let thine own arm salvation bring, + And be thou known the gracious God. + +2 Let millions bow before thy seat, + Let humble mourners seek thy face, +Bring daring rebels to thy feet, + Subdued by thy victorious grace. + +3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world + Become the kingdoms of the Lord! +Let saints and angels praise thy name, + Be thou through heaven and earth adored. + + Benjamin Beddome. + + +450 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_The Universal Reign of Christ._ (1033) + +Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; +Put on thy strength, the nation shake; +And let the world, adoring, see +Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee. + +2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, +"I am Jehovah--God alone!" +Thy voice their idols shall confound, +And cast their altars to the ground. + +3 No more let human blood be spilt, +Vain sacrifice for human guilt; +But to each conscience be applied +The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side. + +4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim +In every clime, of every name, +Till adverse powers before thee fall, +And crown the Savior--Lord of all. + + William Shrubsole, 1776. + + +451 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_Mission to the Heathen._ (1030) + +Behold, the heathen waits to know +The joy the gospel will bestow; +The exiled captive to receive +The freedom Jesus has to give. + +2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, +In this blest labor share a part; +Our prayers and offerings gladly bring +To aid the triumphs of our King. + +3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, +That we have seen these latter days, +When our Redeemer shall be known +Where Satan long has held his throne. + +4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, +Sweet incense to his name shall rise, +And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, +By sovereign grace be formed anew. + + Voke. + + +452 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_The Gospel Banner._ (1027) + +Fling out the banner! let it float + Skyward and seaward, high and wide, +The sun that lights its shining folds, + The cross on which the Savior died. + +2 Fling out the banner! angels bend + In anxious silence o'er the sign, +And vainly seek to comprehend + The wonder of the love divine. + +3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands + Shall see from far the glorious sight; +And nations, crowding to be born, + Baptize their spirits in its light. + +4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, + That sink and perish in the strife, +Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, + And spring immortal, into life. + +5 Fling out the banner! let it float + Skyward and seaward, high and wide +Our glory, only in the cross, + Our only hope, the Crucified. + +6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, + Seaward and skyward let it shine; +Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; + We conquer only in that sign. + + George W. Doane, 1848. + + +453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s. + +_Hopeful View._ (1042) + +Yes, we trust the day is breaking; + Joyful times are near at hand; +God, the mighty God, is speaking + By his word in ev'ry land; + When he chooses, + Darkness flies at his command. + +2 While the foe becomes more daring, + While he enters like a flood +God, the Savior, is preparing + Means to spread his truth abroad, + Ev'ry language + Soon shall tell the love of God. + +3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving + To our hearts, to hear, each day, +Joyful news, from far arriving, + How the gospel wins its way, + Those enlight'ning + Who in death and darkness lay. + +4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, + Let thy people see thy hand; +Let the gospel be victorious, + Through the world in every land; + Then shall idols + Perish, Lord, at thy command. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +454 Anvern. L.M. + +_The Kingdom of Christ._ + +Great God! whose universal sway +The known and unknown worlds obey; +Now give the kingdom to thy Son; +Extend his power, exalt his throne. + +2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath +The shades of over-spreading death, +Revive at his first dawning light, +And deserts blossom at the sight. + +3 The saints shall flourish in his days, +Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; +Peace, like a river, from his throne, +Shall flow to nations yet unknown. + + Isaac Watts. + + +455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. +_Condition of the Heathen._ (1061) + +From Greenland's icy mountains, + From India's coral strand-- +Where Afric's sunny fountains + Roll down their golden sand-- +From many an ancient river, + From many a palmy plain-- +They call us to deliver + Their land from error's chain. + +2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted + By wisdom from on high, +Shall we to man benighted + The light of life deny? +Salvation! oh, salvation! + The joyful sound proclaim, +Till earth's remotest nation + Has learned Messiah's name. + +3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, + And you, ye waters, roll, +Till like a sea of glory + It spreads from pole to pole, +Till o'er our ransomed nature + The Lamb, for sinners slain, +Redeemer, King, Creator, + In bliss returns to reign. + + Reginald Heber, 1819. + + +456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Home Missions._ (1062) + +Our country's voice is pleading, + Ye men of God, arise! +His providence is leading, + The land before you lies; +Day gleams are o'er it brightening, + And promise clothes the soil; +Wide fields for harvest whitening, + Invite the reaper's toil. + +2 Go where the waves are breaking + On California's shore, +Christ's precious gospel taking, + More rich than golden ore; +On Allegheny's mountains, + Through all the western vale, +Beside Missouri's fountains, + Rehearse the wondrous tale. + +3 The love of Christ unfolding, + Speed on from east to west, +Till all, his cross beholding, + In him are fully blest. +Great Author of salvation, + Haste, haste the glorious day, +When we, a ransomed nation, + Thy scepter shall obey. + + Mrs. G.W. Anderson. + + +457 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Success of the Gospel._ (1057) + +The morning light is breaking, + The darkness disappears: +The sons of earth are waking + To penitential tears. +Each breeze that sweeps the ocean + Brings tidings from afar +Of nations in commotion, + Prepared for Zion's war. + +2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, + In many a gentle shower, +And brighter scenes before us + Are opening every hour; +Each cry, to heaven going, + Abundant answers brings, +And heavenly gales are blowing, + With peace upon their wings. + +3 See heathen nations bending + Before the God we love, +And thousand hearts ascending + In gratitude above; +While sinners, now confessing, + The gospel call obey, +And seek the Savior's blessing,-- + A nation in a day. + +4 Blest river of salvation! + Pursue thine onward way; +Flow thou to every nation, + Nor in thy richness stay:-- +Stay not, till all the lowly + Triumphant reach their home; +Stay not, till all the holy + Proclaim "The Lord is come." + + Samuel F. Smith, 1845. + + +458 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Home Missions._ (1059) + +Go preach the blest salvation + To every sinful race, +And bid each guilty nation + Accept the Savior's grace; +But bear, oh, quickly bear it + Where thronging millions roam, +And bid them freely share it, + Who dwell with us at home. + +2 Where blooms the broad savanna, + Where mighty waters roll, +There let the gospel banner + Beam hope on every soul; +Go where the west is teeming, + And yet behold they come! +The fields all ripe are gleaming + For those who reap at home! + +3 Our children there are dwelling, + Neglected and astray, +Whose hearts are often swelling + To learn of Zion's way. +Bear, bear to them the treasure + And bid the exiles come; +There is no sweeter pleasure, + Than preaching Christ at home. + + Sidney Dyer. + + +459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s. + +_Victory of the Church._ + +See the flag of Jesus + O'er the earth unfurled! +Sabbath-schools are singing, + All around the world; +Sunday-schools in China, + India and Japan, +Training souls for glory, + By the gospel plan. + +Cho.--Lift the cross of Jesus, + Bear the Bible on; + Soon the world will echo, + With the vict'ry won. + See the flag of Jesus, + O'er the earth unfurled! + Sunday-schools are singing, + All around the world. + +2 Little Indian diamonds, + Precious island pearls; +Learning Bible lessons, + Happy boys and girls. +Afric's gold dust scattered, + Neath the feet of wrong, +Rises up in brightness, + From the darkness long. + +3 Sunday-schools are singing, + France and Spain and Rome; +Hear their joyous music, + Songs of heaven and home. +Where the martyrs suffered, + Holy seed is spread; +Gather up these rubies, + Dyed in life-blood red. + +4 Sunday-schools in Chili, + Reaching down the coast; +Mexico is leading, + Gallant little host. +Glad Brazilian children, + Praise to God shall sing; +Far-off Patagonia + Answers Christ is King. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s. + +_The Messenger Welcomed._ (928) + +How beauteous on the mountains, + The feet of him that brings, +Like streams from living fountains, + Good tidings of good things; +That publisheth salvation, + And jubilee release, +To ev'ry tribe and nation, + God's reign of joy and peace. + +2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman! + And shout from Zion's towers, +Thy hallelujah chorus-- + "The victory is ours!" +The Lord shall build up Zion + In glory and renown, +And Jesus, Judah's lion, + Shall wear his rightful crown. + +3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; + Oh, waste Jerusalem! +Let songs, instead of sadness, + Thy jubilee proclaim; +The Lord in strength victorious, + Upon thy foes hath trod; +Behold, oh, earth! the glorious + Salvation of our God. + + Benjamin Gough, 186-. + + +461 Herold. 7s. + +_Christian Ministers._ (1039) + +Soldiers of the cross! arise; + Gird you with your armor bright; +Mighty are your enemies, + Hard the battle ye must fight. + +2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, + Soothe the troubled, banish grief; +With the Spirit's sword arrayed, + Scatter sin and unbelief. + +3 Be the banner still unfurled, + Bear it bravely still abroad, +Till the kingdoms of the world + Are the kingdoms of the Lord. + + William Walsham How, 1854. + + +462 All Hallows. C.M. + +_In the Strength of Jesus._ (983) + +With thine own pity, Savior, see + The thronged and darkening way! +We go to win the lost to thee, + Oh, help us, Lord, we pray! + +2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand + Against hell's marshalled powers; +And heart to heart, and hand to hand, + To make thine honor ours. + +3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak, + Of thy sweet love to tell; +Till they who wander far shall seek + And find and serve thee well. + +4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send, + And make thy goodness known, +Till earth and heaven together blend + Their praises at thy throne. + + Ray Palmer. + + +463 All Hallows. C.M. + +_Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35._ + +Oh! still in accents sweet and strong + Sounds forth the ancient word,-- +"More reapers for white harvest fields, + More laborers for the Lord!" + +2 We hear the call; in dreams no more + In selfish ease we lie, +But girded for our Father's work, + Go forth beneath his sky. + +3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, + And prayers of saints were sown, +We, to their labors entering in, + Would reap where they have strown. + + S. Longfellow. + + +464 Welton. L.M. + +_A Meeting of Ministers._ (1006) + +Pour out thy Spirit from on high; + Lord! thine assembled servants bless; +Graces and gifts to each supply. + And clothe thy priests with righteousness. + +2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, + Firmness with meekness from above, +To bear thy people on our heart, + And love the souls whom thou dost love; + +3 To watch and pray, and never faint; + By day and night, strict guard to keep; +To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, + Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. + +4 Then, when our work is finished here, + In humble hope, our charge resign; +When the chief Shepherd shall appear, + O God! may they and we be thine. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +465 Welton. L.M. + +_An Ordination Service._ (1011) + +The solemn service now is done. +The vow is pledged, the toil begun; +Seal thou, O God! the oath above, +And ratify the pledge of love. + +2 The shepherd of thy people bless; +Gird him with thine own holiness; +In duty may his pleasure be +His glory in his zeal for thee. + +3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, +Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies. +The tear of penitence be shed, +And myriads to the Savior led. + +4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell; +The mists of earth and sin dispel; +Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain: +Supreme in every bosom reign. + + Samuel F. Smith, 1843. + + +466 Happy Day. L.M. + +_Rejoicing in Entire Consecration._ (937) + +Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, + On thee, my Savior and my God! +Well may this glowing heart rejoice, + And tell its raptures all abroad. + +Cho.--Happy day, happy day, + When Jesus washed my sins away; + He taught me how to watch and pray, + And live rejoicing ev'ry day! + +2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows + To him who merits all my love! +Let cheerful anthems fill the house, + While to his altar now I move. + +3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done; + I am my Lord's, and he is mine; +He drew me, and I followed on, + Rejoiced to own the call divine. + +4 Now rest--my long-divided heart-- + Fixed on this blissful center, rest; +Here have I found a nobler part, + Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. + +5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, + That vow renewed shall daily hear, +Till, in life's latest hour, I bow, + And bless in death a bond so dear. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +467 Happy Day. L.M. + +_Converts Welcomed._ (940) + +Come in, thou blessed of the Lord! + Enter in Jesus' precious name; +We welcome thee, with one accord, + And trust the Savior does the same. + +2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford, + We'll seek in fellowship to prove, +Joined in one spirit to our Lord, + Together bound by mutual love. + +3 And, while we pass this vale of tears, + We'll make our joys and sorrows known; +We'll share each other's hopes and fears, + And count a brother's case our own. + +4 Once more, our welcome we repeat; + Receive assurance of our love; +Oh! may we all together meet, + Around the throne of God above. + + Thomas Kelly, 1812. + + +468 Evan. C.M. + +_Brotherly Love._ (983) + +How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, + When those who love the Lord, +In one another's peace delight, + And so fulfill his word!-- + +2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, + And with him bear a part; +When sorrow flows from eye to eye, + And joy from heart to heart; + +3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, + Our wishes all above, +Each can his brother's failings hide, + And show a brother's love: + +4 When love, in one delightful stream, + Through every bosom flows; +When union sweet, and dear esteem, + In every action glows. + +5 Love is the golden chain, that binds + The happy souls above; +And he's an heir of heaven, that finds + His bosom glow with love. + + Joseph Swain. 1791 + + +469 Evan. C.M. + +_Gen. 24:31._ (931) + +Come in, beloved of the Lord, + Stranger nor foe art thou; +We welcome thee with warm accord, + Our friend, our brother, now. + +2 The hand of fellowship, the heart + Of love, we offer thee: +Leaving the world, thou dost but part + From lies and vanity. + +3 Come with us,--we will do thee good, + As God to us hath done; +Stand but in him, as those have stood + Whose faith the victory won. + +4 And when, by turns, we pass away, + And star by star grows dim, +May each, translated into day, + Be lost and found in him. + + James Montgomery. + + +470 Evan. C.M. + +_Covenant Vows._ (933) + +Witness, ye men and angels! now, + Before the Lord we speak; +To him we make our solemn vow, + A vow we dare not break;-- + +2 That, long as life itself shall last, + Ourselves to Christ we yield; +Nor from his cause will we depart, + Or even quit the field. + +3 We trust not in our native strength, + But on his grace rely; +That, with returning wants, the Lord + Will all our need supply. + +4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright, + And keep us in thy ways; +And, while we turn our vows to prayers, + Turn thou our prayers to praise. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1790. + + +471 Dennis. S.M. + +_Love to the Brethren._ (992) + +Blest be the tie that binds + Our hearts in Christian love! +The fellowship of kindred minds + Is like to that above. + +2 Before our Father's throne, + We pour our ardent prayers; +Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, + Our comforts and our cares. + +3 We share our mutual woes; + Our mutual burdens bear; +And often for each other flows + The sympathizing tear. + +4 When we asunder part, + It gives us inward pain; +But we shall still be joined 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. + + John Fawcett, 1772. + + +472 Dennis. S.M. + +_Laborers in the Vineyard._ (995) + +And let our bodies part-- + To diff'rent climes repair; +Inseparably joined in heart + The friends of Jesus are. + +2 Oh, let us still proceed + In Jesus' work below; +And following our triumphant Head, + To further conquests go. + +3 The vineyard of the Lord + Before his laborers lies; +And lo! we see the vast reward + Which waits us in the skies. + +4 Oh, let our heart and mind + Continually ascend, +That haven of repose to find, + Where all our labors end. + + Charles Wesley + + +473 Dennis, S.M. + +_Meeting After Absence._ (996) + +And are we yet alive, + And see each other's face? +Glory and praise to Jesus give, + For his redeeming grace. + +2 Preserved by power divine + To full salvation here, +Again in Jesus' praise we join, + And in his sight appear. + +3 What troubles have we seen! + What conflicts have we passed! +Fightings without, and fears within, + Since we assembled last! + +4 But out of all the Lord + Hath brought us by his love; +And still he doth his help afford, + And hides our life above. + +5 Let us take up the cross, + Till we the crown obtain; +And gladly reckon all things loss + So we may Jesus gain. + + Charles Wesley. + + +474 Rockingham. L.M. + +_The Likeness of His Death._ (974) + +How blest the hour when first we gave + Our guilty souls to thee, O God; +A cheerful sacrifice of love, + Bought with the Savior's precious blood. + +2 How blest the vow we here record! + How blest the grace we now receive! +Buried in baptism with our Lord, + New lives of holiness to live. + +3 How blest the solemn rite that seals + Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;-- +How blest the emblem that reveals + God reconciled and peace with heaven. + +4 Thus through the emblematic grave + The glorious, suffering Savior trod; +Thou art our pattern, through the wave + We follow thee, blest Son of God. + + S.F. Smith. + + +475 Rockingham. L.M. + +_The Feast of Love._ (961) + +My God! and is thy table spread? + And does thy cup with love o'erflow? +Thither be all thy children led, + And let them all its sweetness know. + +2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes! + Rich banquet of his flesh and blood; +Thrice happy he, who here partakes + That sacred stream, that heavenly food! + +3 Oh! let thy table honored be, + And furnished well with joyful guests; +And may each soul salvation see, + That here its sacred pledges tastes. + +4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared; + With hearts inflamed let all attend; +Nor, when we leave our Father's board, + The pleasure or the profit end. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +476 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!_ (963) + +Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! + Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men! +From the best bliss that earth imparts, + We turn unfilled to thee again. + +2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; + Thou savest those that on thee call; +To them that seek thee, thou art good, + To them that find thee,--All in all! + +3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread! + And long to feast upon thee still; +We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, + And thirst our souls from thee to fill. + +4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, + Where'er our changeful lot is cast; +Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, + Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. + +5 O Jesus! ever with us stay; + Make all our moments calm and bright; +Chase the dark night of sin away; + Shed o'er the world thy holy light. + + Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833. + + +477 Aletta. 7s. + +_The Bread of Life._ (973) + +Bread of heaven, on thee we feed +For thy flesh is meat indeed; +Ever let our souls be fed +With this true and living bread. + +2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies +This blest cup of sacrifice; +Lord, thy wounds our healing give; +To thy cross we look and live. + +3 Day by day with strength supplied, +Thro' the life of him who died, +Lord of life, oh, let us be +Rooted, grafted, built on thee. + + Josiah Conder, 1824. + + +478 Windham. L.M. + +_The Lord's Supper Instituted._ (964) + +'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, + When powers of earth and hell arose +Against the Son of God's delight, + And friends betrayed him to his foes. + +2 Before the mournful scene began + He took the bread, and blessed and brake; +What love thro' all his actions ran! + What wondrous words of grace he spake! + +3 "This is my body, broke for sin; + Receive and eat the living food;" +Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: + "'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." + +4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, + In mem'ry of your dying Friend; +Meet at the table, and record + The love of your departed Lord." + +5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate; + We show thy death, we sing thy name +Till thou return, and we shall eat + The marriage supper of the Lamb. + + Isaac Watts. + + +479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s. + +_Viewing the Cross._ (977) + +While, in sweet communion, feeding + On this earthly bread and wine, +Savior, may we see thee bleeding + On the cross, to make us thine. + +2 Now, our eyes forever closing + To this fleeting world below, +On thy gentle breast reposing, + Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know. + +3 Though unseen, be ever near us, + With the still small voice of love, +Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, + Ev'ry doubt and fear remove. + +4 Bring before us all the story + Of thy life, and death of woe; +And, with hopes of endless glory, + Wean our hearts from all below. + + Edward Denny, 1839. + + +480 Arlington. C.M. + +_Remembering Christ._ (958) + +That dreadful night before his death, + The Lamb, for sinners slain, +Did, almost with his dying breath, + This solemn feast ordain. + +2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, + And to remember thee; +Help each poor trembler to repeat-- + For me he died, for me. + +3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign + To our remembrance brings; +We eat the bread and drink the wine, + But think on nobler things. + +4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame + Each heart that pants for thee, +To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, + The Lamb that died for me. + + Joseph Hart, d. 1768 + + +481 Till He Come. 7s. + +_The Coming Joy._ + +"Till he come!" oh, let the words +Linger on the trembling chords, +Let the "little while" between +In their golden light be seen; +Let us think how heav'n and home +Lie beyond that "Till he come!" + +2 When the weary ones we love +Enter on that rest above, +When their words of love and cheer +Fall no longer on our ear, +Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, +It is only "Till he come!" + +3 Clouds and darkness round us press; +Would we have one sorrow less? +All the sharpness of the cross, +All that tells the world is loss, +Death, and darkness, and the tomb +Pain us only "Till he come!" + +4 See, the feast of love is spread, +Drink the wine and eat the bread: +Sweet memorials, till the Lord +Call us round his heavn'ly board; +Some from earth, from glory some, +Severed only "Till he come!" + + E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861. + + +482 Arlington. C.M. + +_Baptized into His Death._ (945) + +We long to move and breathe in thee, + Inspired with thine own breath, +To live thy life, O Lord, and be + Baptized into thy death. + +2 Thy death to sin we die below, + But we shall rise in love; +We here are planted in thy woe, + But we shall bloom above. + +3 Above we shall thy glory share, + As we thy cross have borne; +E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, + When we the thorns have worn. + + +483 Arlington. C.M. + +_Baptism of Children._ (948) + +Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer + We now devote to thee; +Let them thy covenant mercies share, + And thy salvation see. + +2 In early days their hearts secure + From worldly snares, we pray; +And let them to the end endure + In every righteous way. + +3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live + In holy faith and fear; +And then to heaven our souls receive + And bring our children there. + + +484 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_Dying, not Death._ (1088) + +It is not death to die,-- + To leave this weary road, +And, midst the brotherhood on high, + To be at home with God. + +2 It is not death to close + The eye long dimmed by tears, +And wake, in glorious repose + To spend eternal years. + +3 It is not death to fling + Aside this sinful dust, +And rise, on strong exulting wing, + To live among the just. + +4 Jesus, thou Prince of life! + Thy chosen cannot die; +Like thee, they conquer in the strife, + To reign with thee on high. + + George W. Bethune, 1847. + + +485 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_The Crowning Hour._ (1086) + +Servant of God, well done! + Thy glorious warfare's past; +The battle's fought, the race is won, + And thou art crowned at last;-- + +2 Of all thy heart's desire + Triumphantly possessed; +Lodged by the ministerial choir + In thy Redeemer's breast. + +3 In condescending love, + Thy ceaseless prayer he heard, +And bade thee suddenly remove + To thy complete reward. + +4 With saints enthroned on high, + Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, +And still to God salvation cry,-- + Salvation to the Lamb! + + Charles Wesley. + + +486 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_A Little While._ (1089) + +A few more years shall roll, + A few more seasons come, +And we shall be with those that rest + Asleep within the tomb. + +2 A few more suns shall set + O'er these dark hills of time, +And we shall be where suns are not, + A far serener clime. + +3 A few more storms shall beat + On this wild rocky shore, +And we shall be where tempests cease, + And surges swell no more. + +4 A few more struggles here, + A few more partings o'er, +A few more toils, a few more tears, + And we shall weep no more. + +5 'Tis but a little while + And he shall come again, +Who died that we might live, who lives + That we with him may reign. + +6 Then, O my Lord, prepare + My soul for that great day; +Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, + And take my sins away. + + Horatius Bonar, 1856. + + +487 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. + +_Death Inevitable._ + +Days and moments quickly flying + Blend the living with the dead; +Soon shall we who sing be lying, + Each within our narrow bed. + +2 Soon our souls to God who gave them + Will have sped their rapid flight; +Able now by grace to save them, + Oh, that while we can we might. + +3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer, + Maker of this mighty frame, +Teach, oh, teach us to remember + What we are, and whence we came:-- + +4 Whence we came, and whither wending + Soon we must through darkness go, +To inherit bliss unending, + Or eternity of woe. + + Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849. + +As the tree falls so must it lie; +As the man lives so will he die; +As the man dies, such must he be +All through the days of eternity. + Amen. + + +488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. + +_Matthew 6:10._ (1097) + +Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding + O'er the spoils that death has won, +We would at this solemn meeting, + Calmly say,--thy will be done. + +2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; + Though afflicted, not alone; +Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; + Blessed Lord,--thy will be done. + +3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning, + Mercy still is on the throne; +With thy smiles of love returning, + We can sing--thy will be done. + +4 By thy hands the boon was given, + Thou hast taken but thine own: +Lord of earth, and God of heaven, + Evermore,--thy will be done! + + Thomas Hastings. + + +489 Rest. L.M. + +_Sleeping in Jesus._ (1077) + +Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, +From which none ever wakes to weep; +A calm and undisturbed repose, +Unbroken by the dread of foes. + +2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, +Whose waking is supremely blest; +No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, +Which manifests the Savior's power. + +3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me +May such a blissful refuge be; +Securely shall my ashes lie, +And wait the summons from on high. + +4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee +Thy kindred and their graves may be; +But thine is still a blessed sleep, +From whence none ever wake to weep. + + Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832. + + +490 Rest. L.M. + +_The End of that Man is Peace._ (1078) + +How blest the righteous when he dies! + When sinks a weary soul to rest! +How mildly beam the closing eyes! + How gently heaves the expiring breast! + +2 So fades a summer cloud away; + So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; +So gently shuts the eye of day; + So dies a wave along the shore. + +3 A holy quiet reigns around, + A calm which life nor death destroys; +And naught disturbs that peace profound + Which his unfettered soul enjoys. + +4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, + Light from its load the spirit flies, +While heaven and earth combine to say, + How blest the righteous when he dies! + + Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773. + + +491 Rest. L.M. + +_Death and Burial of a Christian._ (1080) + +Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb; + Take this new treasure to thy trust +And give these sacred relics room, + To slumber in the silent dust. + +2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, + Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes +Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, + While angels watch the soft repose. + +3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son + Passed through the grave, and blest the bed; +Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne + The morning break, and pierce the shade. + +4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; + Attend, O earth, his sovereign word; +Restore thy trust; a glorious form + Shall then arise to meet the Lord. + + Isaac Watts, 1734. + + +492 Rest. L.M. + +_The Fading Flower._ (1084) + +So fades the lovely, blooming flower-- +Frail smiling solace of an hour! +So soon our transient comforts fly, +And pleasure only blooms to die. + +2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, +To heal the anguish of the heart? +Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, +Thy comforts are not made to die. + +3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, +Till dying hope shall live again; +Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye +And faith points upward to the sky. + + Anne Steele, 1760 + + +493 China. C.M. + +_We Are Confident._ (1067) + +Why do we mourn departing friends, + Or shake at death's alarms? +'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, + To call them to his arms. + +2 Are we not tending upward, too, + As fast as time can move? +Nor would we wish the hours more slow, + To keep us from our love. + +3 Why should we tremble to convey + Their bodies to the tomb? +There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, + And scattered all the gloom. + +4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, + And softened every bed; +Where should the dying members rest, + But with the dying Head? + +5 Thence he arose, ascending high, + And showed our feet the way; +Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly + At the great rising-day. + +6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, + And bid our kindred rise; +Awake! ye nations under ground; + Ye saints! ascend the skies. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +494 China. C.M. + +_Cheerful Submission to Death._ (1065) + +And let this feeble body fail, + And let it faint or die; +My soul shall quit the mournful vale, + And soar to worlds on high-- + +2 Shall join the disembodied saints, + And find its long-sought rest; +That only bliss for which it pants, + In the Redeemer's breast. + +3 In hope of that immortal crown + I now the cross sustain; +And gladly wander up and down, + And smile at toil and pain. + +4 I suffer on my three-score years, + Till my Deliverer come, +And wipes away his servant's tears, + And takes his exile home. + + Charles Wesley, 1759. + + +495 China. C.M. + +_Mourning with Hope._ (1066) + +Why should our tears in sorrow flow + When God recalls his own, +And bids them leave a world of woe, + For an immortal crown? + +2 Is not e'en death a gain to those + Whose life to God was given? +Gladly to earth their eyes they close + To open them in heaven. + +3 Their toils are past, their work is done, + And they are fully blest! +They fought the fight, the victory won, + And entered into rest. + +4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,-- + God has recalled his own; +But let our hearts, in every woe, + Still say, "Thy will be done!" + + Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829. + + +496 Frederick. 11s. + +_Death Not Fearful._ + +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay +Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; +The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here +Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. + +2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! +Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; +There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, +To hail him in triumph descending the skies. + +3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, +Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, +Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, +And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; + +4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, +Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; +While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, +And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul? + + W.A. Muhlenburg. + + +497 Thy Will Be Done. Chant + +_Mark 14:36._ + +"Thy will be | done!" || In devious way +The hurrying stream of | life may | run; || +Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | + "Thy will be | done." + +2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine +A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, || +This prayer will make it more divine-- | + "Thy will be | done!" + +3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er +Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one || +Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, | + "Thy will be | done." + + Sir. J. Bowring, 1825. + + +498 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. + +_On Jordan's Strand._ (1146) + +My days are gliding swiftly by, + And I a pilgrim stranger, +Would not detain them as they fly, + Those hours of toil and danger. + +Cho.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, + Our friends are passing over; + And, just before, the shining shore + We may almost discover. + +2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear! + Our heav'nly home discerning; +Our absent Lord has left us word,-- + "Let ev'ry lamp be burning." + +3 Should coming days be cold and dark, + We need not cease our singing; +That perfect rest none can molest, + Where golden harps are ringing. + +4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, + Each cord on earth to sever; +Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home, + Forever, oh! forever! + + David Nelson, 1835. + + +499 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. + +_Wayfarers._ (1147) + +Wayfarers in the wilderness, + By morn, and noon, and even, +Day after day, we journey on, + With weary feet toward heaven. + +Cho.--O land above! O land of love! + The glory shineth o'er thee; + O Christ, our King! in mercy bring + Us thither, we implore thee! + +2 By day the cloud before us goes, + By night the cloud of fire, +To guide us o'er the trackless waste, + To Canaan ever nigher. + +3 The sea was riven from our feet, + And so shall be the river; +And, by the King's highway brought home, + We'll praise his name forever: + + Alexander R. Thompson, 1869. + + +500 Nearer Home. 6s. + +_A Solemn Thought._ (1139) + +One sweetly solemn thought + Comes to me o'er and o'er; +I'm nearer home to-day + Than e'er I've been before. + +Cho.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, + Nearer my home to-day; + Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day, + Than ever I've been before. + +2 Nearer my Father's house + Where the blest mansions be; +Nearer the great white throne, + Nearer the crystal sea; + +3 Nearer the bound where we + Must lay our burdens down, +Nearer to leave the cross, + Nearer to gain the crown. + +4 The waves of that deep sea + Roll dark before my sight, +But break, the other side, + Upon a shore of light. + +5 Oh! if my mortal feet + Have almost gained the brink, +If I am nearer home + To-day than e'en I think, + +6 Father! perfect my trust, + That I may rest, in death, +On Christ, my Lord, alone, + And thus resign my breath. + + Phoebe Cary, 1852 _a._ + + +501 Consolation. P.M. + +_The Death of a Child._ + +There is no flock, however watched and tended, + But one dead lamb is there! +There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, + But has one vacant chair! +The air is full of farewells to the dying, + And mournings for the dead; +The heart of Rachel for her children crying + Will not be comforted! + +2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions + Not from the ground arise, +But oftentimes celestial benedictions + Assume this dark disguise. +We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors, + Amid these earthly damps, +What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, + May be heav'ns distant lamps. + +3 She is not dead, the child of our affection, + But gone unto that school +Where she no longer needs our poor protection, + And Christ himself doth rule. +In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, + By guardian angels led, +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, + She lives whom we call dead. + +4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion, + And anguish long suppressed, +The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean + That cannot be at rest: +We will be patient--and assuage the feeling + We cannot wholly stay, +By silence sanctifying, not concealing + The grief that must have way. + + Henry W. Longfellow, 1849. + + +502 Peace, Be Still. P.M. + +_Submission._ + +Peace, be still! + In this night of sorrow bow; + Oh, my heart, contend not thou; +What befalls is God's own will; +Peace, be still! + +2 Hold thee still! + Tho' the Father scourge thee sore, + Cling thou to him all the more; +Let him mercy's work fulfill; +Hold thee still! + +3 Lord, my God! + Give me grace, that I may be + Thy true child, and silently +Own thy scepter and thy rod; +Lord, my God! + +4 Shepherd mine! + From thy fullness give me still + Faith to do and bear thy will +Till the morning light shall shine; +Shepherd mine! + + Schiller. + + +503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s. + +_Death of a Christian._ + +Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, + Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; +Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal, + Fatherland, home of the soul. + +2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast + Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;" +Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above, + Rest in the light of his love. + +3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, + Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; +Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more, + Rest on the beautiful shore. + + Maria Straub. + + +504 As Fade the Stars. P.M. + +_The Life of the Departed._ + +As fade the stars at morn away, +Their glory gone in perfect day, +So pass away the friends we love, +Their presence lost in worlds above, + While we o'er their slumbers are weeping. + +2 As sink the stars when night is o'er, +To rise upon some other shore, +So sink our precious ones from sight, +In other skies to walk in light, + While we sorrow's vigils are keeping. + +3 No more in east, or in the west, +Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; +Fixed firm in that celestial air, +They radiant shine eternal there; + Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping. + + J.E. Rankin, D.D. + + +505 Nettie. 5s & 9s. + +_Consolation._ + +Midst sorrow and care +There's one that is near, +And ever delights to relieve us. + +2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, +On whom we depend +For life and for all its rich blessings. + +3 When trouble assails, +His love never fails; +He meets us with sweet consolation. + + +506 Meribah. C.P.M. + +_Pleading for Acceptance._ (1114) + +When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, +To take thy ransomed people home, + Shall I among them stand? +Shall such a worthless worm as I, +Who sometimes am afraid to die, + Be found at thy right hand? + +2 I love to meet thy people now, +Before thy feet with them to bow, + Though vilest of them all; +But--can I bear the piercing thought?-- +What if my name should be left out, + When thou for them shalt call? + +3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; +Be thou my only hiding-place, + In this th' accepted day; +Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, +To still my unbelieving fear, + Nor let me fall, I pray. + +4 And when the final trump shall sound, +Among thy saints let me be found, + To bow before thy face; +Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, +While heaven's resounding mansions ring + With praise of sovereign grace. + + Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772 + + +507 Meribah. C.P.M. + +_Present and Future Realities._ (1115) + +Lo! on a narrow neck of land, +Between two boundless seas I stand,-- + Yet how insensible! +A point of time--a moment's space-- +Removes me to yon heavenly place, + Or shuts me up in hell! + +2 O God! my inmost soul convert, +And deeply on my thoughtless heart + Eternal things impress; +Give me to feel their solemn weight, +And save me, ere it be too late! + Wake me to righteousness. + +3 Be this my one great business here, +With holy trembling, holy fear, + To make my calling sure; +Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, +To suffer all thy righteous will, + And to the end endure! + +4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, +Transported from the earth, to live + And reign with thee above; +Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, +And hope, in full supreme delight, + And everlasting love. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + + + +508 Marlow. C.M. + +_Certainty of Judgment._ (1103) + +That awful day will surely come, + Th' appointed hour makes haste, +When I must stand before the Judge + And pass the solemn test. + +2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, + Thou Sovereign of my heart, +How could I bear to hear thy voice + Pronounce the sound, "Depart!" + +3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, + To see my God remove, +And fix my dreadful station where + I must not taste his love! + +4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name + Is graven on thy hands; +Show me some promise in thy book + Where my salvation stands. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +509 Judgment. C.M. + +_The Judgment Day._ (1106) + +And must I be to judgment brought, + And answer in that day, +For every vain and idle thought, + And every word I say? + +2 Yes, every secret of my heart + Shall shortly be made known, +And I receive my just desert + For all that I have done. + +3 How careful then I ought to live! + With what religious fear, +Who such a strict account must give + For my behavior here. + +4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, + The watchful power bestow; +So shall I to my ways take heed, + To all I speak or do. + + Charles Wesley. + + +510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The New Jerusalem._ + +Jerusalem, the golden, + With milk and honey blest! +Beneath thy contemplation + Sink heart and voice oppressed: +I know not, oh, I know not, + What social joys are there, +What radiancy of glory, + What light beyond compare. + +2 They stand, those halls of Zion, + All jubilant with song, +And bright with many an angel, + And all the martyr throng; +The Prince is ever in them, + The daylight is serene; +The pastures of the blessed + Are decked in glorious sheen. + +3 There is the throne of David; + And there, from care released, +The song of them that triumph, + The shout of them that feast; +And they who, with their Leader, + Have conquered in the light, +Forever and forever + Are clad in robes of white. + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. + + +511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Paradise of Joy._ + +For thee, O dear, dear country, + Mine eyes their vigils keep; +For very love, beholding + Thy happy name, they weep. +The mention of thy glory + Is unction to the breast, +And medicine in sickness, + And love, and life, and rest. + +2 Oh, sweet and blessed country, + The home of God's elect! +Oh, sweet and blessed country, + That eager hearts expect! +Jesus, in mercy bring us + To that dear land of rest; +Who art, with God the Father, + And Spirit, ever blest. + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. + + +512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. + +_In Immanuel's Land._ + +The sands of time are wasting, + The dawn of heaven breaks; +The summer morn I've sighed for, + The fair, sweet morn awakes. +Oh, dark hath been the midnight, + But day-spring is at hand, +And glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + +2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, + The deep, sweet well of love; +The streams of earth I've tasted, + More deep I'll drink above. +There, to an ocean fullness, + His mercy doth expand, +And glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + +3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, + And my Beloved's mine; +He brings a poor, vile sinner + Into his house divine. +Upon the Rock of Ages + My soul, redeemed, shall stand, +Where glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + + Annie Ross Cousin, 1857. + + +513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Heb. 11: 14._ + +Jerusalem, the glorious! + The glory of th' elect,-- +O dear and future vision + That eager hearts expect! +Ev'n now by faith I see thee, + Ev'n here thy walls discern; +To thee my thoughts are kindled, + And strive, and pant, and yearn! + +2 The cross is all thy splendor, + The Crucified, thy praise; +His laud and benediction + Thy ransomed people raise;-- +Jerusalem! exulting + On that securest shore, +I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, + And love thee evermore! + +3 O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I e'er see thy face? +O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I e'er win thy grace?-- +Exult, O dust and ashes! + The Lord shall be thy part; +His only, his forever, + Thou shalt be, and thou art! + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757 + + +514 Varina. C.M. D. + +_The Heavenly Canaan._ (1116) + +There is a land of pure delight, + Where saints immortal reign; +Infinite day excludes the night, + And pleasures banish pain. +There everlasting spring abides, + And never-withering flowers; +Death, like a narrow sea, divides, + This heavenly land from ours. + +2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood + Stand dressed in living green; +So to the Jews old Canaan stood, + While Jordan rolled between. +But timorous mortals start and shrink + To cross this narrow sea, +And linger, shivering on the brink, + And fear to launch away. + +3 O could we make our doubts remove, + Those gloomy doubts that rise, +And see the Canaan that we love, + With unbeclouded eyes-- +Could we but climb where Moses stood, + And view the landscape o'er, +Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, + Should fright us from the shore. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +515 Varina. C.M.D. + +_Heavenly Rest in Anticipation_ (1118) + +When I can read my title clear + To mansions in the skies, +I'll bid farewell to every fear + And wipe my weeping eyes. +Should earth against my soul engage, + And fiery darts be hurled, +Then I can smile at Satan's rage. + And face a frowning world. + +2 Let cares like a wild deluge come + Let storms of sorrow fall-- +So I but safely reach my home, + My God, my heaven, my all. +There I shall bathe my weary soul + In seas of heavenly rest, +And not a wave of trouble roll + Across my peaceful breast. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +516 Varina. C.M.D. + +_The Society of Heaven._ (1126) + +Jerusalem! my glorious home! + Name ever dear to me! +When shall my labors have an end, + In joy, and peace, and thee? +When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls + And pearly gates behold? +Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, + And streets of shining gold? + +2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, + Shall I thy courts ascend, +Where congregations ne'er break up, + And Sabbaths have no end? +There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, + Nor sin nor sorrow know: +Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes + I onward press to you. + +3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? + Or feel at death dismay? +I've Canaan's goodly land in view, + And realms of endless day. +Jerusalem! my glorious home! + My soul still pants for thee; +Then shall my labors have an end, + When I thy joys shall see. + + Francis Baker (?), 1801. + + +517 Over There. P.M. + +_The Home Over There._ (1141) + +Oh, think of the home over there, + By the side of the river of light, +Where the saints all immortal and fair, + Are robed in their garments of white. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + Oh, think of the home over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + Oh, think of the home over there. + +2 Oh, think of the friends over there, + Who before us the journey have trod, +Of the songs that they breathe on the air. + In their home in the palace of God. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + Oh, think of the friends over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + Oh, think of the friends over there. + +3 My Savior is now over there, + There my kindred and friends are at rest; +Then away from my sorrow and care, + Let me fly to the land of the blest. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + My Savior is now over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + My Savior is now over there. + +4 I'll soon be at home over there, + For the end of my journey I see; +Many dear to my heart, over there, + Are watching and waiting for me. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + I'll soon be at home over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + I'll soon be at home over there. + + Rev. D.W.C. Huntington. + + +518 Sweet By and By. P.M. + +_The Other Side._ (1150) + +There's a land that is fairer than day + And by faith we can see it afar; +For the Father waits over the way, + To prepare us a dwelling-place there. + +Cho.--In the sweet by and by, + We shall meet on that beautiful shore; + In the sweet by and by, + We shall meet on that beautiful shore. + +2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore + The melodious songs of the blest, +And our spirits shall sorrow no more, + Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. + +3 To our bountiful Father above + We will offer the tribute of praise, +For the glorious gift of his love. + And the blessings that hallow our days. + +4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, + In the joys of the saved we shall share; +All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, + And the conqueror's crown we shall wear. + +5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, + In the land where the saved never die; +We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, + Safe at home in the sweet by and by. + + S.F. Bennett. + + +519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. + +_Sweet Fields of Eden._ (1148) + +In the Christian's home in glory, + There remains a land of rest; +There my Savior's gone before me + To fulfill my soul's request. + +Cho.--There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for you. + On the other side of Jordan, + In the sweet fields of Eden, + Where the tree of life is blooming, + There is rest for you. + +2 He is fitting up my mansion, + Which eternally shall stand. +For my stay shall not be transient, + In that holy, happy land. + +3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, + Grief nor woe my lot shall share; +But, in that celestial center, + I a crown of life shall wear. + +4 Death itself shall then be vanquished + And his sting shall be withdrawn; +Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed + Hail with joy the rising morn + +5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory + Shout your triumph as you go; +Zion's gate will open for you, + You shall find an entrance through. + + William Hunter, 1857 + + +520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. + +_Deut. 12:9._ (1149) + +This is not my place of resting,-- + Mine's a city yet to come; +Onward to it I am hasting-- + On to my eternal home. + +2 In it all is light and glory; + O'er it shines a nightless day; +Every trace of sin's sad story, + All the curse hath passed away; + +3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us + By the streams of life along-- +On the freshest pastures feeds us, + Turns our sighing into song. + +4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, + Soon we bid farewell to pain; +Never more are sad or weary, + Never, never sin again! + + H. Bonar. + + +521 Woodland. C.M. + +_Heaven's Joys._ (1121) + +There is an hour of peaceful rest + To mourning wand'rers giv'n; +There is a joy for souls distressed, +A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- + 'Tis found above--in heav'n. + +2 There is a soft, a downy bed, + 'Tis fair as breath of even; +A couch for weary mortals spread, +Where they may rest the aching head, + And find repose--in heav'n. + +3 There is a home for weary souls, + By sin and sorrow driv'n; +When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, +Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, + And all is drear--but heav'n. + +4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, + To brighter prospects giv'n; +And views the tempest passing by, +The evening shadows quickly fly, + And all serene--in heav'n. + + Wm. B. Tappan, 1829. + + +522 Going Home. L.M. + +_Joyful Prospect._ + +My heavenly home is bright and fair; +Nor pain nor death can enter there; +Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; +That heavenly mansion shall be mine. + +Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, + I'm going home to die no more, + To die no more, to die no more, + I'm going home to die no more. + +2 My Father's house is built on high; +Far, far above the starry sky; +When from this earthly prison free, +That heavenly mansion mine shall be. + +3 Let others seek a home below, +Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, +Be mine a happier lot, to own +A heavenly mansion near the throne. + +4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, +And sun and moon refuse to shine +All nature sink and cease to be, +That heavenly mansion stands for me. + + Rev. William Hunter. + + +523 Sweet Home. 11s. + +_The Eternal Home._ (1142) + +'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, +How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; +To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, +And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. + +Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! + Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. + +2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, +And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, +Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, +I long to behold thee in glory at home. + +3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, +Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; +Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, +All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. + +4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, +Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, +In all my afflictions to thee would I come, +Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. + + David Denham, 1826. + + +524 We Shall Meet. P.M. + +_The Joyful Anticipation._ + +We shall meet beyond the river, + By and by, by and by; +And the darkness shall be over, + By and by, by and by; +With the toilsome journey done, + And the glorious battle won, +We shall shine forth as the sun, + By and by, by and by. + +2 We shall strike the harps of glory, + By and by, by and by; +We shall sing redemption's story. + By and by, by and by; +And the strains for evermore + Shall resound in sweetness o'er +Yonder everlasting shore, + By and by, by and by. + +3 We shall see and be like Jesus, + By and by, by and by; +Who a crown of life will give us, + By and by, by and by; +And the angels who fulfill + All the mandates of his will +Shall attend, and love us still, + By and by, by and by. + +4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, + By and by, by and by; +And with sweetest rapture knowing, + By and by, by and by; +All the blest ones who have gone + To the land of life and song,-- +We with shoutings shall rejoin, + By and by, by and by. + + Rev. John Atkinson. + + +525 Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s. + +_The Conquering Pilgrim._ + +I saw a way-worn trav'ler, + In tattered garments clad, +And struggling up the mountain, + It seemed that he was sad; +His back was laden heavy, + His strength was almost gone, +Yet he shouted as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +Ref.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, + Palms of victory I shall wear. + +2 The summer sun was shining, + The sweat was on his brow, +His garments worn and dusty, + His step seemed very slow; +But he kept pressing onward, + For he was wending home; +Still shouting as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +3 The songsters in the arbor + That stood beside the way +Attracted his attention, + Inviting his delay; +His watchword being "Onward," + He stopped his ears and run, +Still shouting as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +4 I saw him in the evening, + The sun was bending low, +He'd overtopped the mountain + And reached the vale below; +He saw the golden city,-- + His everlasting home,-- +And shouted loud, Hosanna, + Deliverance will come! + +5 While gazing on that city, + Just o'er the narrow flood, +A band of holy angels + Came from the throne of God; +They bore him on their pinions + Safe o'er the dashing foam, +And joined him in his triumph,-- + Deliverance has come! + +6 I heard the song of triumph + They sang upon that shore, +Saying, Jesus has redeemed us + To suffer nevermore: +Then, casting his eyes backward + On the race which he had run, +He shouted loud, Hosanna, + Deliverance has come! + + J.B. Matthias. + + +526 Home of the Soul. P.M. + +_The Beautiful Land._ + +I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, + The far away home of the soul; +Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, + While the years of eternity roll. + +2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams + Its bright jasper walls I can see; +Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes + Between the fair city and me. + +3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me, + Where Jesus of Nazareth stands, +The King of all kingdoms forever is he, + And he holdeth our crowns in his hands. + +4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, + So free from all sorrow and pain; +With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, + To meet one another again. + + Mrs. Ellen H. Gates. + + +527 Forever with the Lord. S.M.D. + +_Eternal Blessedness._ (1134) + +"Forever with the Lord!" + Amen, so let it be; +Life from the dead is in that word, + 'Tis immortality. +Here in the body pent, + Absent from him I roam, +Yet nightly pitch my moving tent + A day's march nearer home; +Nearer home, nearer home, + A day's march nearer home. + +2 My Father's house on high, + Home of my soul, how near, +At times, to faith's aspiring eye + Thy golden gates appear. +Ah! then my spirit faints + To reach the land I love; +The bright inheritance of saints-- + Jerusalem above; +Home above, home above, + Jerusalem above. + +3 Yet doubts still intervene, + And all my comfort flies; +Like Noah's dove, I flit between + Rough seas and stormy skies. +Anon the clouds depart, + The wind and waters cease, +While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart + Expands the bow of peace; +Bow of peace, bow of peace, + Expands the bow of peace. + + James Montgomery, 1835. + + +528 On Jordan's Stormy Banks. C.M. + +_The Pleasing Prospect._ (1117) + +On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, + And cast a wishful eye +To Canaan's fair and happy land, + Where my possessions lie. + +Cho.--We will rest in the fair and happy land, + Just across on the evergreen shore, + Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by, + And dwell with Jesus evermore. + +2 O'er all those wide-extended plains + Shines one eternal day; +There God the Son forever reigns + And scatters night away. + +3 When shall I reach that happy place, + And be forever blest? +When shall I see my Father's face, + And in his bosom rest? + +4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul + Would here no longer stay; +Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, + Fearless I'd launch away. + + Samuel Stennett, 1787. + + +529 Shall We Gather. 8s & 7s. + +_The River of Life._ + +Shall we gather at the river + Where bright angel feet have trod; +With its crystal tide forever + Flowing by the throne of God. + +Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, + The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- + Gather with the saints at the river + That flows by the throne of God. + +2 On the margin of the river + Washing up its silver spray, +We will walk and worship ever, + All the happy, golden day. + +3 Ere we reach the shining river + Lay we ev'ry burden down; +Grace our spirits will deliver, + And provide a robe and crown. + +4 At the smiling of the river + Mirror of the Savior's face, +Saints whom death will never sever + Lift their songs of saving grace. + +5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, + Soon our pilgrimage will cease; +Soon our happy hearts will quiver + With the melody of peace. + + Robert Lowry. + + +530 The Future. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Future in God's Hands._ + +Oh, I often sit and ponder, + When the sun is sinking low, +Where shall yonder future find me? + Does but God in heaven know? +Shall I be among the living? + Shall I be among the free? +Wheresoe'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me, + And I know not where I'll be; + But where'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, + Whilst he leads me by the hand, +And to those around be saying, + Come and join this happy band? +Come, for all things now are ready, + Come, his faithful foll'wer be; +Oh, where'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +3 But perhaps my work for Jesus + Soon in future may be done, +All my earthly trials ended, + And my crown in heaven won; +Then forever with the ransomed + Thro' eternity I'd be +Chanting hymns to him who bo't me + With his blood, shed on a tree. + + Miss Jennie Stout. + + +531 Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s. + +_The Aged Christian's Delight._ + +The evening shades are falling, + The sun is sinking fast; +The Holy One is calling, + We're going home at last. + +Cho.--Going home at last; + Going home at last; + The march will soon be over, + We're going home at last. + +2 The road's been long and dreary, + The toils came thick and fast; +In body weak and weary, + Were going home at last. + +3 We now are nearing heaven, + And soon shall be at rest; +Our crowns will soon be given, + We're going home at last. + +4 Oh, praise the Lord forever, + Our sorrows are all past; +We'll part no more, no, never; + We are at home at last. + + Rev. W. Gossett. + + +532 The Sweet Story. P.M. + +_Christ's Delight in Children._ + +I think when I read that sweet story of old, + When Jesus was here among men, +How he called little children as lambs to his fold, + I should like to have been with them then. + +Ref.--I should like to have been with them then; + I should like to have been with them then; + How he called little children as lambs to his fold, + I should like to have been with them then. + +2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, + His arms had been thrown around me, +And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, + "Let the little ones come unto me." + +Ref.--"Let the little ones come unto me," + "Let the little ones come unto me," + And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, + "Let the little ones come unto me." + +3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, + And ask for a share in his love; +And if I now earnestly seek him below, + I shall see him and hear him above. + +Ref.--I shall see him and hear him above, + I shall see him and hear him above, + And if I now earnestly seek him below, + I shall see him and hear him above. + + Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841. + + +533 Siloam. C.M. + +_Childhood Piety._ (1180) + +By cool Siloam's shady rill, + How fair the lily grows! +How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, + Of Sharon's dewy rose! + +2 Lo! such the child whose early feet + The paths of peace have trod, +Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, + Is upward drawn to God. + +3 By cool Siloam's shady rill + The lily must decay; +The rose that blooms beneath the hill + Must shortly fade away. + +4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour + Of man's maturer age +Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r. + And stormy passions rage. + + Reginald Heber, 1812. + + +534 Swanwick. C.M. + +_A New House of Worship._ (1176) + +God of the universe! to thee + This sacred house we rear, +And now, with songs and bended knee, + Invoke thy presence here. + +2 Long may this echoing dome resound + The praises of thy name, +These hallowed walls to all around + The Triune God proclaim. + +3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell; + Thy glory here make known; +Thy people's home, oh! come and fill, + And seal it as thine own. + +4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn + Upon the just shall rise, +May all who own thee here be borne + To mansions in the skies. + + Miss Mary O----, 1841. + + +535 Swanwick. C.M. + +_Church Opening._ + +Arise, O King of grace, arise, + And enter to thy rest; +Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, + Thus to be owned and blest. + +2 Enter with all thy glorious train. + Thy Spirit and thy word; +All that the ark did once contain + Could no such grace afford. + +3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, + Here let thy praise be spread; +Bless the provisions of thy house + And fill thy poor with bread. + +4 Here let the Son of David reign, + Let God's Anointed shine; +Justice and truth his court maintain + With love and power divine. + +5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, + And as his kingdom grows, +Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. + And shame confound his foes. + + Isaac Watts. + + +536 Swanwick. C.M. + +_Temperance Meeting._ (1186) + +'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, + To raise the dead to life, +The lost inebriate to reclaim + From passion's fearful strife. + +2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, + How widely roll its waves! +How many myriads hath it brought + To fill dishonored graves! + +3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still + Are maddened by the bowl, +Led captive at the tyrant's will, + In bondage heart and soul! + +4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King! + And break the galling chain; +Deliverance to the captive bring, + And end th' usurper's reign. + +5 The cause of Temperance is thine own, + Our plans and efforts bless; +We trust, O Lord! in thee alone + To crown them with success. + + Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872. + + +537 Let Us Arise. P.M. + +_Moral Reforms._ + +Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, + While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land? +Do you note his rising pow'r, +Growing bolder ev'ry hour? + Will he not our land devour while you stand? + +Cho.--Let us arise, all unite! + Let us arise in our might! + Let us arise! speak for God and the right. + Tho' our numbers may be few, + God will lead us grandly thro' + And our arms with strength endue by his might. + +2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? + Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r? +Mark you not the mother's sigh? +Hear you not the children's cry? + See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour? + +3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? + Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay. +Thousands perish while you wait, +While you counsel and debate; + Heed you not their awful fate as they stray? + +4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers, + Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might! +Counting cost, no longer wait; +Forward, manhood of the state! + For in God your strength is great for the right. + + E.S. Lorenz. + + +588 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Temperance Banner._ (1192) + +Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner + And fling it to the breeze, +And let the glad hosanna + Sweep over land and seas; +To God be all the glory + For what we now behold-- +Oh, let the cheering story + In every ear be told. + +2 The drunkard shall not perish + In Alcohol's dire chain, +But wife and children cherish + Within his home again; +And sobered men, repenting, + Will bow at Jesus' feet, +Their thankful hearts relenting + Before the mercy-seat. + +3 A new-waked zeal is burning + In this and every land, +And thousands now are turning + To join our temp'rance band; +The light of truth is shining + In many a darkened soul; +Ere long its rays combining + Will blaze from pole to pole. + + +539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Crystal Fountain._ (1193) + +From brightest crystal fountain + That flows in beauty free, +By shady hill and mountain + Fill high the cup for me! +Sing of the sparkling waters, + Sing of the cooling spring-- +Let freedom's sons and daughters + Their joyous tribute bring. + +2 From many a happy dwelling, + Late misery's dark abode, +The joyous peal is swelling-- + The hymn of praise to God, +Glad songs are now ascending + From many a thankful heart, +Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending, + And each their aid impart. + +3 We'll join the tuneful chorus + And raise our song on high! +The cheering view before us + Delights the raptured eye; +The glorious cause is gaining + New strength from day to day, +The drunkard host is waning + Before cold water's sway. + + +540 Hebron. L.M. + +_Corner-Stone Laying._ (1178) + +An earthly temple here we raise, +Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise; +Oh! make thy gracious presence known, +While now we lay its corner-stone. + +2 Within the house thy servants rear, +Deign by thy Spirit to appear; +On all its walls salvation write, +From corner-stone to topmost height. + +3 And when this temple, "made with hands," +Upon its firm foundation stands, +Oh! may we all with loving heart, +In nobler building bear a part, + +4 Where every polished stone shall be +A human soul won back to thee; +All resting upon Christ alone,-- +The chief and precious Corner-Stone. + + Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866. + + +541 Chesterfield. C.M. + +_Prayer for the Nation._ (1217) + +Lord! while for all mankind we pray, + Of ev'ry clime and coast, +Oh! hear us for our native land,-- + The land we love the most. + +2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe, + With peace our borders bless, +With prosperous times our cities crown, + Our fields with plenteousness. + +3 Unite us in the sacred love + Of knowledge, truth, and thee; +And let our hills and valleys shout + The songs of liberty. + +4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee + Our country we commend; +Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, + Her everlasting Friend. + + John Reynell Wreford, 1837. + + +542 America. 6s & 4s. + +_America._ (1226) + +My country! 'tis of thee, +Sweet land of liberty, + Of thee I sing: +Land where my fathers died! +Land of the pilgrim's pride! +From ev'ry mountain side + Let freedom ring! + +2 My native country, thee,-- +Land of the noble, free,-- + Thy name--I love; +I love thy rocks and rills, +Thy woods and templed hills; +My heart with rapture thrills + Like that above. + +3 Let music swell the breeze, +And ring, from all the trees, + Sweet freedom's song; +Let mortal tongues awake; +Let all that breathe partake; +Let rocks their silence break,-- + The sound prolong. + +4 Our fathers' God! to thee, +Author of liberty, + To thee we sing; +Long may our land be bright +With freedom's holy light; +Protect us, by thy might, + Great God, our King! + + Samuel F. Smith, 1832. + + +543 America. 6s & 4s. + +_Our Native Land._ (1227) + +God bless our native land! +Firm may she ever stand, + Through storm and night; +When the wild tempests rave, +Ruler of winds and wave! +Do thou our country save, + By thy great might. + +2 For her our prayer shall rise +To God above the skies; + On him we wait; +Thou, who art ever nigh, +Guardian with watchful eye! +To thee aloud we cry,-- + God save the state! + + John S. Dwight, 1844. + + +544 America. 6s & 4s. + +_The Poor._ + +Lord, from thy blessed throne, +Sorrow look down upon! + God save the poor! +Teach them true liberty, +Make them from tyrants free, +Let their homes happy be! + God save the poor! + +2 The arms of wicked men +Do thou with might restrain-- + God save the poor! +Raise thou their lowliness, +Succor thou their distress, +Thou whom the meanest bless! + God save the poor! + +3 Give them stanch honesty, +Let their pride manly be-- + God save the poor! +Help them to hold the right, +Give them both truth and might, +Lord of all life and light! + God save the poor! + + Nicoll. + + +545 Our Glad Jubilee. P.M. + +_Thanksgiving Anniversary._ + +Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! +Praise for thy care by day and by night, +Praise for the homes by love made so bright; +Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light + Beaming from thy word. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + +2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home! +Lord! by thy mercy hither we come; +Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam, + Keep us in thy fear; +Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine, +Now cause thy face upon us to shine; +Grant that our hearts may be truly thine + All the coming year. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + +3 Yet once again the anthem repeat, +Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet; +Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet, + In his temple now. +Jesus accept the offering we bring, +Blending with song the odors of spring; +Still of thy wondrous love we will sing, + Till in heaven we bow. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + + W.F. Sherwin. + + +546 Laudo. 7s. + +_Thanksgiving._ (1223) + +Praise to God! immortal praise, +For the love that crowns our days; +Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, +Let thy praise our tongues employ. + +2 For the flocks that roam the plain, +Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, +Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, +Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse; + +3 All that spring with bounteous hand, +Scatters o'er the smiling land, +All that lib'ral autumn pours +From her rich o'erflowing stores; + +4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise +Grateful vows and solemn praise; +And when ev'ry blessing's flown, +Love thee for thyself alone. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. + + +547 Seasons. L.M. + +_At Sea._ (1197) + +Rocked in the cradle of the deep, +I lay me down in peace to sleep; +Secure I rest upon the wave, +For thou, O Lord, hast power to save. + +2 I know thou wilt not slight my call, +For thou dost mark the sparrows fall; +And calm and peaceful is my sleep, +Rocked in the cradle of the deep. + +3 And such the trust that still were mine, +Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine; +Or though the tempest's fiery breath +Roused me from sleep to wreck and death. + +4 In ocean cave still safe with thee, +The germ of immortality; +And calm and peaceful is my sleep, +Rocked in the cradle of the deep. + + Mrs. Willard. + + +548 Let Us Anew. P.M. + +_New Year._ + +Come, let us anew +Our journey pursue-- +Roll round with the year, +And never stand still till the Master appear; +His adorable will +Let us gladly fulfill, +And our talents improve +By the patience of hope and the labor of love. + +2 Our life is a dream, +Our time, as a stream, +Glides swiftly away, +And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; +The arrow is flown, +The moment is gone; +The millenial year +Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near. + +3 Oh, that each, in the day +Of his coming, may say, +"I have fought my way through; +I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;" +Oh, that each from his Lord +May receive the glad word, +"Well and faithfully done; +Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne" + + Charles Wesley. 1752. + + + + +INDEX OF FIRST LINES. + + +Abide with me, fast falls the eventide, 56 +A charge to keep I have, 403 +A few more years shall roll, 486 +Again our earthly cares we leave, 40 +Ah! how shall fallen man, 178 +Alas! and did my Savior bleed, 121 +All hail the power of Jesus' name, 154 +"Almost persuaded," now to believe, 221 +Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, 332 +Am I a soldier of the cross, 426 +Amid the trials which I meet, 353 +And are we yet alive, 473 +And can I yet delay, 236 +And let our bodies part, 472 +And let this feeble body fail, 494 +And must I be to judgment brought, 509 +An earthly temple here we raise, 540 +Angel, roll the rock away, 144 +Angels rejoiced and sweetly song, 102 +A pilgrim through this lonely world, 107 +Approach my soul the mercy seat, 240 +Are there no wounds for me, 127 +Are you Christ's light-bearer, 421 +Are you weary, are you heavy hearted, 399 +Arise, my soul, arise, 196 +Arise, O King of grace, arise, 535 +Arise, ye saints, arise, 425 +Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 450 +Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 449 +As fade the stars at morn away, 504 +Ask ye, what great thing I know, 313 +Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, 489 +As pants the hart for cooling stream, 349 +Astonished and distressed, 179 +A throne of grace! then let us go, 392 +Awake and sing the song, 301 +Awake, awake, the sacred song, 290 +Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 52 +Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, 5 +Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 401 +Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 319 + +Before Jehovah's awful throne, 3 +Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 72 +Behold a stranger at the door, 202 +Behold! the blind their sight receive, 111 +Behold the heathen waits to know, 451 +Behold! the morning sun, 64 +Behold the throne of grace, 398 +Behold what wondrous grace, 337 +Behold where, in the Friend of man, 115 +Beneath thy cross I lay me down, 139 +Blessed be thy love, dear Lord, 302 +Blest be the Father and his love, 76 +Blest be the tie that binds, 471 +Blest is the man whose heart doth move, 410 +Blest is the man, whose softening heart, 402 +Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 195 +Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 477 +Broad is the road that leads to death, 227 +Buried in shadows of the night, 184 +By cool Siloam's shady rill, 533 +By thy birth, and by thy tears, 130 + +Called to the feast by the King are we, 230 +Calm on the listening ear of night, 97 +Cast thy burden on the Lord, 380 +Cast thy burden on the Lord, 366 +Children of the heavenly King, 298 +Christ has for sin atonement made, 199 +Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 143 +Church of the ever-living God, 434 +Come at the morning hour, 397 +Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, 45 +Come, every soul, by sin oppressed, 246 +Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 164 +Come, Holy Spirit, come, 174 +Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 166 +Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, 211 +Come in, beloved of the Lord, 469 +Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 467 +Come, let us all unite to praise, 289 +Come, let us all unite to sing, 93 +Come, let us anew, 548 +Come, let us join the songs of praise, 155 +Come, let us sing the song of songs, 306 +Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 394 +Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, 8 +Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, 206 +Come, sound his praise abroad, 21 +Come, thou Almighty King, 75 +Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 338 +Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 159 +Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 218 +Come to the cross where the Savior, 135 +Come to the blood-stained tree, 198 +Come, we that love the Lord, 415 +Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye, 374 +Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 223 +Come ye that know and fear the Lord, 91 +Command thy blessing from above, 39 +Complete in thee! no work of mine, 344 +Crown him with many crowns, 300 +Crown his head with endless blessing, 162 + +Daughter of Zion, from the dust, 433 +Days and moments quickly flying, 487 +Deep in our hearts let us record, 138 +Delay not, delay not; oh sinner, 216 +Depth of mercy! can there be, 194 +Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 128 +Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord, 293 +Do you hear the Savior calling, 237 +Do you slumber in your tent, 537 +Down at the cross where my Savior died, 329 +Down in the valley with my Savior, 375 +Drooping souls! no longer mourn, 225 + +Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 299 +Ere mountains reared their forms, 84 +Eternal Spirit! by whose power, 170 +Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 89 +Ever would I fain be reading, 114 + +Fade, fade, each earthly joy, 312 +Fading, still fading, the last beam, 60 +Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n, 357 +Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 238 +Father of mercies, in thy word, 68 +Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 365 +Fling out the banner! let it float, 452 +Forever here my rest shall be, 256 +Forever with the Lord, 527 +For thee, O dear, dear country, 511 +From all that dwell below the skies, 4 +From brightest crystal fountain, 539 +From Calvary a cry was heard, 118 +From every stormy wind that blows, 384 +From Greenland's icy mountains, 455 +From the cross uplifted high, 208 + +Give me the Bible, star of gladness, 63 +Give to the winds thy fears, 363 +Glorious things of thee are spoken, 443 +Glory be to the Father, 1-2 +God be with you till we meet again, 61 +God bless our native land, 543 +God is love, his mercy brightens, 87 +God is my strong salvation, 429 +God is the refuge of his saints, 356 +God moves in a mysterious way, 81 +God of my life! through all my days, 9 +God of our salvation! hear us, 34 +God of the universe, to thee, 534 +Go, labor on, spend and be spent, 406 +Go, labor on, while it is day, 409 +Go, messenger of peace and love, 448 +Go, preach the blest salvation, 458 +Grace! 'tis a charming sound, 336 +Gracious Spirit, love divine, 172 +Great God! attend while Zion sings, 35 +Great God, how infinite art thou, 74 +Great God, when I approach thy throne, 122 +Great God, whose universal sway, 454 +Great Spirit, by whose mighty pow'r, 167 +Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 362 + +Hail! great Creator, wise and good, 15 +Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, 90 +Hail! morning known among the blest, 148 +Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, 163 +Hallelujah! song of gladness, 26 +Hark! ten thousand harps and voices, 151 +Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes, 99 +Hark, the herald angels sing, 101 +Hasten, sinner! to be wise, 205 +Have you been to Jesus for the, 282 +He knows the bitter, weary way, 379 +He leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't, 371 +Here I can firmly rest, 361 +He wills that I should holy be, 263 +Holy Bible, book divine, 65 +Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness, 177 +Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty, 18 +Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, 171 +Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, 176 +Hosanna to the Prince of light, 142 +Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit, 175 +How beauteous on the mountains, 460 +How blest the hour when first we gave, 474 +How blest the righteous when he dies, 490 +How charming is the place, 30 +How did my heart rejoice to hear, 42 +How firm a foundation, ye saints, 369 +How gentle God's commands, 335 +How beauteous were the marks divine, 108 +How heavy is the night, 180 +How helpless guilty nature lies, 181 +How pleasant, how divinely fair, 37 +How precious is the book divine, 69 +How sad it would be, if when thou, 229 +How sad our state by nature is, 182 +How shall the young secure their hearts, 70 +How solemn are the words, 250 +How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 468 +How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn, 46 +How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 109 +How sweet the name of Jesus, 295 +How sweet to leave the world awhile, 36 +How tedious and tasteless the hours, 324 +How tender is thy hand, 383 +How vast, how full, how free, 189 + +I am coming to the cross, 274 +I am dwelling on the mountain, 285 +I am thine, O Lord, I have heard, 280 +I cannot always trace the way, 355 +I cannot do without thee, 272 +I gave my life for thee, 134 +I have found a friend in Jesus, 328 +I have found redemption, 245 +I have found repose for my weary soul, 373 +I heard the voice of Jesus say, 334 +I hear the Savior say, 197 +I hear thy welcome voice, 317 +I know that my Redeemer lives, 149 +I love to steal awhile away, 388 +I love to tell the story, 419 +I love thy kingdom, Lord, 435 +I need thee every hour, 326 +I saw a way-worn, trav'ler, 525 +I sing th' almighty pow'r of God, 79 +I stand, but not as once I did, 243 +I think when I read that sweet story, 532 +I want to be a worker for the Lord, 413 +I will sing you a song of that beautiful, 526 +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, 496 +In God I have found a retreat, 378 +In heavenly love abiding, 345 +In some way or other, 367 +In stature grows the heavenly child, 106 +In the cross of Christ I glory, 131 +In the Christian's home in glory, 519 +In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, 350 +In thy name, O Lord! assembling, 32 +In thy service will I ever, 268 +In vain in high and holy lays, 116 +It came upon the midnight clear, 94 +It is not death to die, 484 +I've found the pearl of greatest price, 287 +I've reached the land of corn and wine, 284 + +Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r, 92 +Jerusalem, my glorious home, 516 +Jerusalem, the glorious, 513 +Jerusalem, the golden, 510 +Jesus, and shall it ever be, 304 +Jesus comes, his conflict over, 152 +Jesus, I my cross have taken, 266 +Jesus is God! the glorious bands, 100 +Jesus is tenderly calling thee home, 214 +Jesus, keep me near the cross, 136 +Jesus, Lover of my soul, 340 +Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 264 +Jesus, my heart within me burns, 305 +Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry, 241 +Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, 201 +Jesus, my truth, my way, 318 +Jesus, Savior, pilot me, 341 +Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 437 +Jesus, the very thought of thee, 291 +Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend, 239 +Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts, 476 +Jesus, thy church with longing eyes, 161 +Jesus, thy name I love, 308 +Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding, 488 +Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 98 +Just as I am, without one plea, 235 +Just as thou art, without one trace, 213 + +Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling, 381 +Lift up the Gates of Praise, 22 +Lift up to God the voice of praise, 17 +Light after darkness, 418 +Like Noah's weary dove, 192 +Listen, sinner! mercy hails you, 224 +Look from thy sphere of endless day, 447 +Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 507 +Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 33 +Lord, from thy blessed throne, 544 +Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 265 +Lord, I believe a rest remains, 257 +Lord, I care not for riches, 247 +Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 66 +Lord, I hear of showers of blessing, 269 +Lord, I know thy grace is nigh me, 253 +Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole, 281 +Lord of all being! throned afar, 7 +Lord, send thy word, and let it fly, 67 +Lord, teach us how to pray aright, 389 +Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, 88 +Lord, weak and impotent I stand, 278 +Lord, we come before thee now, 31 +Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 541 +Love divine, all love excelling, 267 + +Majestic sweetness sits enthroned, 286 +Mercy, oh, thou Son of David, 254 +Mid scenes of confusion and creature, 523 +Midst sorrow and care, 505 +Mine eyes and my desire, 273 +More love to thee, O Christ, 310 +Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 400 +My country! 'tis of thee, 542 +My days are gliding swiftly by, 498 +My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 110 +My faith looks up to thee, 307 +My Father is rich in houses and lands, 352 +My God! accept my heart this day, 261 +My God and is thy table spread, 475 +My God, how wonderful thou art, 80 +My God, I know, I feel thee mine, 260 +My God, is any hour so sweet, 386 +My God, my Father, while I stray, 358 +My God! my King! thy various praise, 12 +My gracious Lord, I own thy right, 262 +My gracious Redeemer I love, 327 +My heavenly home is bright and fair, 522 +My hope is built on nothing less, 321 +My Jesus, as thou wilt, 372 +My life, my love, I give to thee, 275 +My Savior, whom absent I love, 325 +My soul, be on thy guard, 423 +My soul shall praise thee, O my God, 16 + +Nearer, my God, to thee, 311 +Not all the blood of beasts, 190 +Now for a tune of lofty praise, 146 +Now to the Lord a noble song, 11 + +Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, 20 +Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the, 348 +Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, 13 +Oh! could I find from day to day, 258 +Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 303 +O day of rest and gladness, 44 +Oh, do not let the word depart, 203 +Oh, eyes that are weary and hearts, 368 +Oh, for a closer walk with God, 330 +Oh, for a faith that will not shrink, 364 +Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 331 +Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing, 288 +O God, our help in ages past, 78 +Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, 466 +O Holy Savior, Friend unseen, 279 +Oh, how happy are they, 248 +O, I often sit and ponder, 530 +O Jesus full of grace, 271 +O, Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord, 292 +O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, 123 +O Lord, how full of sweet content, 343 +O Love I who gav'st thy life for me, 140 +Oh, now I see the cleansing wave, 283 +Oh, render thanks to God above, 10 +O, sacred head, now wounded, 120 +Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, 414 +Oh, still in accents sweet, 463 +Oh, that I could forever dwell, 314 +Oh, that my load of sin were gone, 232 +Oh, the peace that fills my soul, 255 +O, think of the home over there, 517 +O thou, in whose presence my soul, 323 +Oh, Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, 354 +Oh thou, whose own vast temple stands, 41 +Oh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why, 215 +Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, 382 +Oh, what if we are Christ's, 359 +O when shall I see Jesus, 296 +On! where are kings and empires, 432 +Oh, where shall rest be found, 228 +Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, 244 +Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, 113 +O worship the King, all-glorious above, 28 +Of him who did salvation bring, 320 +One sweetly solemn thought, 500 +On Jordan's stormy bank I stand, 528 +Only a word for Jesus, 420 +On the mountain's top appearing, 441 +Onward, onward, men of heaven, 445 +Oppressed with noonday's scorching, 124 +Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer, 483 +Our country's voice is pleading, 456 +Our Father who art in heaven, 396 +Our Lord is now rejected, 160 +Our sins on Christ were laid, 126 + +Peace be still! In this night of sorrow, 502 +Pour out thy Spirit from on high, 464 +Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 6 +Praise the Lord; ye heavens adore him, 24 +Praise to God, immortal praise, 546 +Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 27 +Prayer is appointed to convey, 385 +Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 391 + +Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has, 316 +Rescue the perishing, 411 +Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, 503 +Revive thy work, O Lord, 436 +Ride on! ride on in majesty, 112 +Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, 150 +Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 547 +Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 129 + +Safely thro' another week, 48 +Safe in the arms of Jesus, 370 +Salvation! oh, the joyful sound, 188 +Savior, again to thy dear name we raise, 57 +Savior, breathe an evening blessing, 54 +Savior, more than life to me, 309 +Savior! teach me, day by day, 342 +Savior, visit thy plantation, 442 +Saw ye my Savior, 137 +Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 212 +See how the morning sun, 53 +See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, 153 +See the flag of Jesus, 459 +Servant of God, well done, 485 +Shall we gather at the river, 529 +Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, 233 +Silently the shades of evening, 59 +Simply trusting every day, 376 +Sing them over again to me, 62 +Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 19 +Sinners Jesus will receive, 193 +Sinners, this solemn truth regard, 183 +Sinners, turn; why will ye die, 204 +So fades the lovely, blooming flower, 492 +Softly fades the twilight ray, 51 +Softly now the light of day, 58 +Soldiers of Christ are we, 427 +Soldiers of Christ! arise, 424 +Soldiers of the cross! arise, 461 +So let our lips and lives express, 407 +Sometimes a light surprises, 346 +Soon may the last glad song arise, 439 +Soon the evening shadows falling, 226 +So tender, so precious, 322 +Sowing in the morning, 417 +Sow in the morn thy seed, 404 +Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, 168 +Spirit of power, and truth and love, 173 +Stand up, and bless the Lord, 23 +Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 428 +Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 234 +Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, 55 +Sweet hour of prayer, 387 +Sweet is the work, my God! my King, 14 +Sweet the moments rich in blessing, 132 + +Take me, oh, my Father, take me, 270 +Take my heart, dear Jesus, 276 +Take my life and let it be, 277 +Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 393 +Thank and praise Jehovah's name, 25 +That awful day will surely come, 508 +That dreadful night, before his death, 480 +The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross, 125 +The door of salvation is open wide, 231 +The evening shades are falling, 531 +The head, that once was crowned with thorns, 156 +The heathen perish; day by day, 446 +The Lord descended from above, 82 +The Lord is King! child of the dust, 86 +The Lord is now rejected, 160 +The Lord is risen indeed, 145 +The Lord my Shepherd is, 360 +The Lord, our God, is full of might, 73 +The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, 377 +The morning kindles all the sky, 147 +The morning light is breaking, 457 +The morning purples all the sky, 141 +The pity of the Lord, 339 +The race that long in darkness pine, 95 +There are lonely hearts to cherish, 412 +There is a fountain filled with blood, 186 +There is a God--all nature speaks, 85 +There is a land of pure delight, 514 +There is a line by us unseen, 210 +There is a name I love to hear, 294 +There is an hour of peaceful rest, 521 +There is a spot to me more dear, 249 +There is no flock, however watched, 501 +There's a glorious kingdom waiting, 158 +There's a land that is fairer than day, 518 +There's a stranger at the door, 220 +There's a wideness in God's mercy, 217 +There shall be showers of blessing, 347 +The sands of time are wasting, 512 +The Savior bids thee watch and pray, 390 +The solemn service now is done, 465 +This is not my place of resting, 520 +Thou! whose almighty word, 165 +Thy law is perfect, Lord of light, 71 +Thy way, O God, is in the sea, 77 +Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 38 +Thy will be done! In devious way, 497 +Till he come! oh, let the word, 481 +'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, 200 +'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow, 117 +'Tis the promise of God, 252 +'Tis thine alone, almighty name, 536 +To-day the Savior calls, 222 +To thee, my God and Savior, 297 +Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 438 +'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, 478 + +Unfurl the Temperance Banner, 538 +Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 491 + +Vain are the hopes the sons of men, 185 + +Wake, wake the song! our glad, 545 +Walk in the light! so shall thou know, 351 +Wayfarers in the wilderness, 499 +We are living, we are dwelling, 408 +We bless thee for thy peace, O God, 333 +We give thee but thine own, 405 +We have heard the joyful sound, 191 +We long to move and breathe in thee, 482 +We may not climb the heavenly steeps, 105 +We praise thee, O God, for the Son, 315 +We shall meet beyond the river, 524 +Welcome, delightful morn, 49 +Welcome, O Savior! to my heart, 259 +Welcome, sacred day of rest, 50 +Welcome! sweet day of rest, 43 +What a Friend we have in Jesus, 395 +What grace, O Lord, and beauty, shone, 104 +What means this glorious radiance, 103 +When I can read my title clear, 515 +When I view my Savior bleeding, 133 +When I survey the wondrous cross, 119 +When Jesus comes to reward his, 422 +When peace like a river, 251 +When the worn spirit wants repose, 47 +When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt, 506 +When wounded sore, the stricken soul, 187 +While in sweet communion feeding, 479 +While shepherds watched their flocks, 96 +Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, 219 +Why do we mourn departing friends, 493 +Why do you wait, dear brother, 207 +Why should our tears in sorrow flow, 495 +Why should the children of a King, 169 +With joy we mediate the grace, 157 +With stately towers and bulwarks, 431 +With thine own pity Savior, see, 462 +Witness, ye men and angels! now, 470 +Work, for the night is coming, 416 +Would you lose your load of sin, 242 + +Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 29 +Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, 83 +Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 453 +Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 209 +Yield not to temptation, 430 + +Zion, dreary and in anguish, 444 +Zion stands with hills surrounded, 440 + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Otterbein Hymnal, by Edmund S. 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Lorenz + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Otterbein Hymnal + For Use in Public and Social Worship + +Author: Edmund S. Lorenz + +Release Date: August 6, 2005 [EBook #16455] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Stephen Hutcheson +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<!-- script: pg("001") --> + +<h1><small>THE</small> <br />OTTERBEIN HYMNAL</h1> + +<h3><small>FOR USE IN</small> <br />PUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP.</h3> + + +<p class="center"><small>PREPARED BY</small> +<br /><span class="large">EDMUND S. LORENZ.</span></p> + + +<p class="center">DAYTON, OHIO: +<br /><small>UNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE, +<br />1892.</small></p> + +<!-- script: pg("002") --> +<p>The General Conference of the Church of the United +Brethren in Christ, at its session in May, 1886, ordered,--</p> + +<p>"That a small hymnal, adapted to general church +purposes, be published soon."</p> + +<p class="center"><i>ADVISORY COMMITTEE</i></p> + +<p class="center"><small>MUSICAL.</small></p> + +<p class="center">SAMUEL E. KUMLER. +<br />CALVIN H. LYON. +<br />MRS. A.R. SHAUCK. +<br />JUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK.</p> + +<p class="center"><small>LITERARY.</small></p> + +<p class="center">PROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D.</p> + +<hr /> +<p class="center">COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT.</p> +<!-- script: pg("003") --> + + + + +<h3>Introduction</h3> + + +<p>The General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal +that should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance +with these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged +for its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the +Church, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly +competent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined +it in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It +is pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for +every phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity +and stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and +sprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here +for the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail +with delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many +of us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers +sang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social +meetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully +recommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it +will speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every +United Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that +it will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered +members.</p> + +<p class="author">A. WEAVER, +<br /><i>Senior Bishop.</i></p> + +<p>DAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890.</p> +<!-- script: pg("005") --> + + + + +<h3>PREFACE.</h3> + + +<p>To he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian +life characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of +the United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian +experience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased +it--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its +church activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for +its full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for +revival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church +life, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been +forgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and +songs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it +seeks to express.</p> + +<p>In order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical +culture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by side +with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone for +lack of literary and musical grace.</p> + +<p>Doubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body +of popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to +include everything desirable in so small a volume.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("006") --> +<p>To the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, +who kindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of +the editor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very +helpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book. +The valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves +most kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable +copyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear, +will accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages.</p> + +<p>That this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands +of the workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the +accomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts +the same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the +editor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L.</p> + +<p>DAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890.</p> + +<p><small>(Otterbein Hymnal.)</small></p> + +<!-- script: pg("007") --> + + + +<div id="contents"> +<h3>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h3> + +<table> +<tr><td class="tdh">WORSHIP: </td><td class="tr">NOS.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> General Praise </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h1">1-29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Sanctuary </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h30">30-42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Sabbath Day </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h43">43-51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Morning and Evening </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h52">52-61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh">HOLY SCRIPTURES </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h62">62-71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh">GOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h72">72-93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh" colspan="2">CHRIST:</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Incarnation and Birth </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h91">91-103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Life and Character </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h104">104-116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Suffering and Death </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h117">117-140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Resurrection and Ascension </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h141">141-153</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Exaltation and Reign </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h154">154-163</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh">HOLY SPIRIT </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h164">164-177</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh" colspan="2">MAN'S LOST ESTATE:</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Man a Sinner </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h178">178-185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Atonement Provided </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h186">186-201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Invitation </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h202">202-225</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Warning </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h226">226-231</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Repentance </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h232">232-241</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh" colspan="2">THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Conversion </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h242">242-255</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Consecration </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h256">256-285</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Love and Praise to Christ </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h286">286-329</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Graces and Privileges </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h330">330-354</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Faith and Trust </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h355">355-378</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Affliction </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h379">379-383</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Prayer </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h384">384-399</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Christian Activity </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h400">400-422</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Christian Warfare </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h423">423-433</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh" colspan="2">THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH:</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Security and Success </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h434">434-444</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Missions </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h445">445-459</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Ministry </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h460">460-465</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Church Fellowship </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h466">466-473</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Ordinances </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h474">474-483</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh" colspan="2">THE LIFE BEYOND:</td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Death </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h484">484-505</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Judgment </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h506">506-509</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="t"> Eternity and Heaven </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h510">510-531</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdh">MISCELLANEOUS </td><td class="tr"><a href="#h532">532-548</a></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<!-- script: pg("009") --> + + + +<h2>THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<div class="hymn" id="h1"> +<h3><span class="num">1</span> Gloria Patri.</h3> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="tw">Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="tw">As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, world without end.</p> +<p class="tr">Amen.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h2"> +<h3><span class="num">2</span> Gloria Patri.</h3> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="tw">Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,</p> +<p class="tw">As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.</p> +<p class="tr">Amen.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h3"> +<h3><span class="num">3</span> Old Hundred. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1)</span> <i>Psalm 100.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Before Jehovah's awful throne,</p> +<p class="t">Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;</p> +<p class="l">Know that the Lord is God alone;</p> +<p class="t">He can create, and he destroy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 His sovereign power, without our aid,</p> +<p class="t">Made us of clay, and formed us men;</p> +<p class="l">And when like wandering sheep we strayed,</p> +<p class="t">He brought us to his fold again.</p> +<!-- script: pg("010") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We are his people, we his care--</p> +<p class="t">Our souls, and all our mortal frame;</p> +<p class="l">What lasting honors shall we rear,</p> +<p class="t">Almighty Maker, to thy name?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,</p> +<p class="t">High as the heavens our voices raise;</p> +<p class="l">And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,</p> +<p class="t">Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Wide as the world is thy command;</p> +<p class="t">Vast as eternity thy love;</p> +<p class="l">Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,</p> +<p class="t">When rolling years shall cease to move.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h4"> +<h3><span class="num">4</span> Old Hundred. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(3)</span> <i>All Men Invited to Praise God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From all that dwell below the skies</p> +<p class="l">Let the Creator's praise arise;</p> +<p class="l">Let the Redeemer's name be sung,</p> +<p class="l">Through every land, by every tongue.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;</p> +<p class="l">Eternal truth attends thy word;</p> +<p class="l">Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,</p> +<p class="l">Till suns shall rise and set no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,</p> +<p class="l">In songs of praise divinely sing:</p> +<p class="l">The great salvation loud proclaim,</p> +<p class="l">And shout for joy the Savior's name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 In every land begin the song;</p> +<p class="l">To every land the strains belong;</p> +<p class="l">In cheerful sounds all voices raise,</p> +<p class="l">And till the world with loudest praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1713.</p> +<!-- script: pg("011") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h5"> +<h3><span class="num">5</span> Old Hundred. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(6)</span> <i>Psalm 103.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,</p> +<p class="l">My God demands the grateful song;</p> +<p class="l">Let all my inmost powers record</p> +<p class="l">The wondrous mercy of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Divinely free his mercy flows,</p> +<p class="l">Forgives my sins, allays my woes,</p> +<p class="l">And bids approaching death remove,</p> +<p class="l">And crowns me with indulgent love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,</p> +<p class="l">Forever shines, while time decays;</p> +<p class="l">And children's children shall record</p> +<p class="l">The truth and goodness of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 While all his works his praise proclaim</p> +<p class="l">And men and angels bless his name,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue</p> +<p class="l">Attend, and join the blissful song!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h6"> +<h3><span class="num">6</span> Old Hundred. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Doxology.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;</p> +<p class="l">Praise him, all creatures here below;</p> +<p class="l">Praise him above, ye heavenly host;</p> +<p class="l">Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thos. Ken.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h7"> +<h3><span class="num">7</span> Lord of All Being. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(17)</span> <i>Omnipresence.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord of all being! throned afar,</p> +<p class="l">Thy glory flames from sun and star;</p> +<p class="l">Center and soul of ev'ry sphere,</p> +<p class="l">Yet to each loving heart how near!</p> +<!-- script: pg("012") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray</p> +<p class="l">Sheds on our path the glow of day;</p> +<p class="l">Star of our hope! thy softened light</p> +<p class="l">Cheers the long watches of the night.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;</p> +<p class="l">Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;</p> +<p class="l">Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;</p> +<p class="l">All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Grant us thy truth to make us free,</p> +<p class="l">And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,</p> +<p class="l">Till all thy living altars claim</p> +<p class="l">One holy light, one heavenly flame.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h8"> +<h3><span class="num">8</span> Duke Street. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(7)</span> <i>The Majesty of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,</p> +<p class="l">Attempt thy great Creator's praise;</p> +<p class="l">But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?</p> +<p class="l">What mortal verse can reach the theme?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,</p> +<p class="l">He glory like a garment wears;</p> +<p class="l">To form a robe of light divine,</p> +<p class="l">Ten thousand suns around him shine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In all our Master's grand designs,</p> +<p class="l">Omnipotence with wisdom shines;</p> +<p class="l">His works, through all this wondrous frame,</p> +<p class="l">Bear the great impress of his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing,</p> +<p class="l">Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;</p> +<p class="l">And let his praise employ thy tongue,</p> +<p class="l">Till listening worlds applaud the song.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Blacklock, 1754.</p> +<!-- script: pg("013") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h9"> +<h3><span class="num">9</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(12)</span> <i>Life-long Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God of my life! through all my days</p> +<p class="l">My grateful powers shall sound my praise;</p> +<p class="l">The song shall wake with opening light,</p> +<p class="l">And warble to the silent night.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When anxious cares would break my rest,</p> +<p class="l">And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,</p> +<p class="l">Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,</p> +<p class="l">Shall check the murmur and the sigh.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,</p> +<p class="l">And all its powers of language fail,</p> +<p class="l">Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,</p> +<p class="l">And mean the thanks I cannot speak.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,</p> +<p class="l">Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,</p> +<p class="l">And emulate, with joy unknown,</p> +<p class="l">The growing seraphs round thy throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h10"> +<h3><span class="num">10</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(15)</span> <i>Psalm 106.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, render thanks to God above,</p> +<p class="l">The fountain of eternal love;</p> +<p class="l">Whose mercy firm, through ages past,</p> +<p class="l">Hath stood, and shall forever last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Who can his mighty deeds express,</p> +<p class="l">Not only vast--but numberless?</p> +<p class="l">What mortal eloquence can raise</p> +<p class="l">His tribute of immortal praise?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,</p> +<p class="l">Thou to thy chosen dost afford;</p> +<p class="l">When thou return'st to set them free.</p> +<p class="l">Let thy salvation visit me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Tate-Brady.</p> +<!-- script: pg("014") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h11"> +<h3><span class="num">11</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(600)</span> <i>God Revealed in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Now to the Lord, a noble song!</p> +<p class="l">Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,</p> +<p class="l">Hosanna to th' eternal name,</p> +<p class="l">And all his boundless love proclaim.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,--</p> +<p class="l">The brightest image of his grace!</p> +<p class="l">God, in the person of his Son,</p> +<p class="l">Has all his mightiest works outdone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme;</p> +<p class="l">My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:</p> +<p class="l">Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;</p> +<p class="l">Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,</p> +<p class="l">Where he unveils his lovely face,</p> +<p class="l">Where all his beauties you behold,</p> +<p class="l">And sing his name to harps of gold.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h12"> +<h3><span class="num">12</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(13)</span> <i>Unceasing Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God! my King! thy various praise</p> +<p class="l">Shall fill the remnant of my days;</p> +<p class="l">Thy grace employ my humble tongue,</p> +<p class="l">Till death and glory raise the song.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The wings of every hour shall bear</p> +<p class="l">Some thankful tribute to thine ear;</p> +<p class="l">And every setting sun shall see</p> +<p class="l">New works of duty, done for thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?</p> +<p class="l">Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;</p> +<p class="l">Vast and unsearchable thy ways--</p> +<p class="l">Vast and immortal be thy praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +<!-- script: pg("015") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h13"> +<h3><span class="num">13</span> Otterbein. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(4)</span> <i>Psalm 95.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,</p> +<p class="l">Loud thanks to our Almighty King!</p> +<p class="l">For we our voices high should raise,</p> +<p class="l">When our salvation's Rock we praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Into his presence let us haste,</p> +<p class="l">To thank him for his favors past;</p> +<p class="l">To him address, in joyful songs,</p> +<p class="l">The praise that to his name belongs.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, let us to his courts repair,</p> +<p class="l">And bow with adoration there;</p> +<p class="l">Down on our knees, devoutly, all</p> +<p class="l">Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Nahum Tate, 1696.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h14"> +<h3><span class="num">14</span> Park Street. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(75)</span> <i>Joining in Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sweet is the work, my God! my King!</p> +<p class="l">To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;</p> +<p class="l">To show thy love by morning light,</p> +<p class="l">And talk of all thy truth at night.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;</p> +<p class="l">No mortal care shall seize my breast;</p> +<p class="l">O may my heart in tune be found,</p> +<p class="l">Like David's harp of solemn sound.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,</p> +<p class="l">And bless his works, and bless his word;</p> +<p class="l">Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!</p> +<p class="l">How deep thy counsels! how divine!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +<!-- script: pg("016") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h15"> +<h3><span class="num">15</span> Harvey's Chant. C. M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(26)</span> <i>The Goodness of God in His Works.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hail! great Creator, wise and good!</p> +<p class="t">To thee our songs we raise;</p> +<p class="l">Nature, through all her various scenes,</p> +<p class="t">Invites us to thy praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,</p> +<p class="t">Fresh wonders strike our view;</p> +<p class="l">And, while we gaze, our hearts exult</p> +<p class="t">With transports ever new.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thy glory beams in every star,</p> +<p class="t">Which gilds the gloom of night;</p> +<p class="l">And decks the smiling face of morn</p> +<p class="t">With rays of cheerful light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,</p> +<p class="t">Thy varied love we see;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led</p> +<p class="t">Through all thy works to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon. 1795.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h16"> +<h3><span class="num">16</span> Harvey's Chant. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(27)</span> <i>Praise at all Times.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My soul shall praise thee, O my God</p> +<p class="t">Through all my mortal days,</p> +<p class="l">And in eternity prolong</p> +<p class="t">Thy vast, thy boundless praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In every smiling, happy hour,</p> +<p class="t">Be this my sweet employ;</p> +<p class="l">Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,</p> +<p class="t">And heightens all my joy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When anxious grief and gloomy care</p> +<p class="t">Afflict my throbbing breast,</p> +<p class="l">My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,</p> +<p class="t">And lull each pain to rest.</p> +<!-- script: pg("017") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim</p> +<p class="t">The honors of my God;</p> +<p class="l">My life, with all its active powers,</p> +<p class="t">Shall spread thy praise abroad.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And when these lips shall cease to move,</p> +<p class="t">When death shall close these eyes,</p> +<p class="l">My soul shall then to nobler heights</p> +<p class="t">Of joy and transport rise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">O. Heigenbotham.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h17"> +<h3><span class="num">17</span> Harvey's Chant. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(24)</span> <i>Psalm 66.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lift up to God the voice of praise,</p> +<p class="t">Whose breath our souls inspired;</p> +<p class="l">Loud, and more loud the anthem raise,</p> +<p class="t">With grateful ardor fired.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,</p> +<p class="t">Whose goodness, passing thought,</p> +<p class="l">Loads every minute as it flies,</p> +<p class="t">With benefits unsought.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lift up to God the voice of praise</p> +<p class="t">From whom salvation flows,</p> +<p class="l">Who sent his Son, our souls to save</p> +<p class="t">From everlasting woes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,</p> +<p class="t">For hope's transporting ray,</p> +<p class="l">Which lights, through darkest shades of death,</p> +<p class="t">To realms of endless day.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h18"> +<h3><span class="num">18</span> Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Adoration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!</p> +<p class="t">Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!</p> +<p class="t">God over all and blest eternally.</p> +<!-- script: pg("018") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,</p> +<p class="t">Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;</p> +<p class="l">Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,</p> +<p class="t">Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee,</p> +<p class="t">Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;</p> +<p class="l">Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee;</p> +<p class="t">Perfect in power, in love, and purity.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!</p> +<p class="t">All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;</p> +<p class="l">Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!</p> +<p class="t">God over all, and blest eternally.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Reginald Heber--<i>alt.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h19"> +<h3><span class="num">19</span> Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(18)</span> <i>Psalm 95.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,</p> +<p class="t">And in his strength rejoice;</p> +<p class="l">When his salvation is our theme,</p> +<p class="t">Exalted be our voice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 With thanks approach his awful sight,</p> +<p class="t">And psalms of honor sing;</p> +<p class="l">The Lord's a God of boundless might--</p> +<p class="t">The whole creation's King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come, and with humble souls adore;</p> +<p class="t">Come, kneel before his face;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may the creatures of his power</p> +<p class="t">Be children of his grace.</p> +<!-- script: pg("019") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Now is the time--he bends his ear,</p> +<p class="t">And waits for your request;</p> +<p class="l">Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,</p> +<p class="t">"Ye shall not see my rest."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h20"> +<h3><span class="num">20</span> St. Thomas. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(29)</span> <i>Bless the Lord.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!</p> +<p class="t">Let all within me join,</p> +<p class="l">And aid my tongue to bless his name,</p> +<p class="t">Whose favors are divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,</p> +<p class="t">Nor let his mercies lie</p> +<p class="l">Forgotten in unthankfulness,</p> +<p class="t">And without praises die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis he forgives thy sins--</p> +<p class="t">'Tis he relieves thy pain--</p> +<p class="l">'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,</p> +<p class="t">And gives thee strength again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He crowns thy life with love,</p> +<p class="t">When ransomed from the grave;</p> +<p class="l">He who redeemed my soul from hell,</p> +<p class="t">Hath sovereign power to save.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h21"> +<h3><span class="num">21</span> Silver Street. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(34)</span> <i>Psalm 103.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, sound his praise abroad,</p> +<p class="t">And hymns of glory sing;</p> +<p class="l">Jehovah is the sov'reign God,</p> +<p class="t">The universal king.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He formed the deeps unknown;</p> +<p class="t">He gave the seas their bound;</p> +<p class="l">The watery worlds are all his own,</p> +<p class="t">And all the solid ground.</p> +<!-- script: pg("020") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come, worship at his throne;</p> +<p class="t">Come, bow before the Lord;</p> +<p class="l">We are his works, and not our own;</p> +<p class="t">He formed us by his word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To-day attend his voice,</p> +<p class="t">Nor dare provoke his rod;</p> +<p class="l">Come, like the people of his choice,</p> +<p class="t">And own your gracious God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h22"> +<h3><span class="num">22</span> Gates of Praise.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Gates of Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lift up the Gates of Praise,</p> +<p class="t">That we may enter in,</p> +<p class="l">And o'er salvation's walls proclaim</p> +<p class="t">That Christ redeems from sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--The stars may praise the hand</p> +<p class="t4">That decks the sky above,</p> +<p class="t3">But man alone can tell the pow'r</p> +<p class="t4">Of Christ's redeeming love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 God's works reveal his might,</p> +<p class="t">His majesty and grace;</p> +<p class="l">But not the tender Father's love</p> +<p class="t">That saves a dying race.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Then let the voice of praise</p> +<p class="t">To heavenly courts ascend,</p> +<p class="l">Till with the songs the angels sing</p> +<p class="t">Our hallelujahs blend.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To him that hath redeemed</p> +<p class="t">Our souls from sin's dark maze;</p> +<p class="l">The Hope and Savior of mankind,</p> +<p class="t">Be everlasting praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M. E. Servoss.</p> +<!-- script: pg("021") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h23"> +<h3><span class="num">23</span> Leighton. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(32)</span> <i>Exhortation to Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Stand up, and bless the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Ye people of his choice!</p> +<p class="l">Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,</p> +<p class="t">With heart, and soul, and voice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though high above all praise,</p> +<p class="t">Above all blessing high,</p> +<p class="l">Who would not fear his holy name,</p> +<p class="t">And laud and magnify?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, for the living flame</p> +<p class="t">From his own altar brought,</p> +<p class="l">To touch our lips, our minds inspire,</p> +<p class="t">And wing to heaven our thought!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 God is our strength and song,</p> +<p class="t">And his salvation ours;</p> +<p class="l">Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,</p> +<p class="t">With all our ransomed powers.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h24"> +<h3><span class="num">24</span> Wilmot. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(53)</span> <i>Psalm 148.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;</p> +<p class="t">Praise him, angels in the height!</p> +<p class="l">Sun and moon! rejoice before him;</p> +<p class="t">Praise him, all ye stars of light!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;</p> +<p class="t">Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;</p> +<p class="l">Laws, which never shall be broken,</p> +<p class="t">For their guidance he hath made.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;</p> +<p class="t">Never shall his promise fail;</p> +<p class="l">God hath made his saints victorious;</p> +<p class="t">Sin and death shall not prevail.</p> +<!-- script: pg("022") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Praise the God of our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Hosts on high! his power proclaim</p> +<p class="l">Heaven and earth, and all creation!</p> +<p class="t">Laud and magnify his name.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Kempthorne, 1810.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h25"> +<h3><span class="num">25</span> Horton. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(50)</span> <i>Psalm 107.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Thank and praise Jehovah's name;</p> +<p class="t">For his mercies, firm and sure,</p> +<p class="l">From eternity the same</p> +<p class="t">To eternity endure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">Gathered out of every land;</p> +<p class="l">As the people of his choice,</p> +<p class="t">Plucked from the destroyer's hand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Praise him, ye who know his love;</p> +<p class="t">Praise him from the depths beneath;</p> +<p class="l">Praise him in the heights above;</p> +<p class="t">Praise your Maker all that breathe.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 For his truth and mercy stand,</p> +<p class="t">Past, and present, and to be,</p> +<p class="l">Like the years of his right hand--</p> +<p class="t">Like his own eternity.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1822.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h26"> +<h3><span class="num">26</span> Hallelujah! 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Praise the Lord.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hallelujah! song of gladness;</p> +<p class="t">Song of everlasting joy;</p> +<p class="l">Hallelujah! song the sweetest</p> +<p class="t">That can angel hosts employ.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!</p> +<p class="t3">Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!</p> +<p class="t3">Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!</p> +<p class="t3">Praise ye the Lord!</p> +<!-- script: pg("023") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hallelujah! Church victorious,</p> +<p class="t">Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;</p> +<p class="l">Hallelujah! songs of triumph,</p> +<p class="t">Well befit the ransomed train.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Hallelujah! let our voices</p> +<p class="t">Rise to heav'n with full accord;</p> +<p class="l">Hallelujah! ev'ry moment</p> +<p class="t">Brings us nearer to the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 But our earnest supplication,</p> +<p class="t">Holy God, we raise to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Bring us to thy blissful presence.</p> +<p class="t">Let us all thy glory see.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h27"> +<h3><span class="num">27</span> Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Universal Song.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Praise to thee, thou great Creator!</p> +<p class="t">Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue;</p> +<p class="l">Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature,</p> +<p class="t">Join the universal song.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Glory to the Father and the Son,</p> +<p class="t3">Glory to the Spirit! three in one!</p> +<p class="t3">Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,</p> +<p class="t3">And sing his loving kindness on our way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Father! source of all compassion!</p> +<p class="t">Pure, unbounded grace is thine;</p> +<p class="l">Hail the Lord of our salvation!</p> +<p class="t">Praise him for his love divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 For ten thousand blessings given,</p> +<p class="t">For the hope of future joy,</p> +<p class="l">Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven,</p> +<p class="t">Sound Jehovah's praise on high.</p> +<!-- script: pg("024") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Praise to God, our great Creator!</p> +<p class="t">Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;</p> +<p class="l">Praise him, ev'ry living creature,</p> +<p class="t">Earth and heav'n's united host.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. W. Fawcett, 1767.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h28"> +<h3><span class="num">28</span> Lyons. 10s & 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Praise of Divine Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O worship the King, all-glorious above,</p> +<p class="l">And gratefully sing his wonderful love;</p> +<p class="l">Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,</p> +<p class="l">Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?</p> +<p class="l">It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;</p> +<p class="l">It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,</p> +<p class="l">And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,</p> +<p class="l">In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;</p> +<p class="l">Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end,</p> +<p class="l">Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love!</p> +<p class="l">While angels delight to hymn thee above,</p> +<p class="l">The humbler creation, though feeble their lays.</p> +<p class="l">With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sir Robert Grant, 1839.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h29"> +<h3><span class="num">29</span> Lyons. 10s & 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Salvation to God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,</p> +<p class="l">And publish abroad his wonderful name.</p> +<p class="l">The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;</p> +<p class="l">His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;</p> +<p class="l">And still he is nigh, his presence we have;</p> +<p class="l">The great congregation his triumph shall sing,</p> +<p class="l">Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.</p> +<!-- script: pg("025") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,"</p> +<p class="l">Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;</p> +<p class="l">Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,--</p> +<p class="l">Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">C. Wesley, 1744.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h30"> +<h3><span class="num">30</span> Gerar. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(128)</span> <i>The Glories of the Sanctuary.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How charming is the place</p> +<p class="t">Where my Redeemer God</p> +<p class="l">Unveils the glories of his face,</p> +<p class="t">And sheds his love abroad!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Here, on the mercy seat,</p> +<p class="t">With radiant glory crowned,</p> +<p class="l">Our joyful eyes behold him sit,</p> +<p class="t">And smile on all around.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To him their prayers and cries,</p> +<p class="t">Each contrite soul presents;</p> +<p class="l">And while he hears their humble sighs</p> +<p class="t">He grants them all their wants.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Give me, O Lord, a place</p> +<p class="t">Within thy blest abode;</p> +<p class="l">Among the children of thy grace,</p> +<p class="t">The servants of my God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">S. Stennett.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h31"> +<h3><span class="num">31</span> Hendon. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(134)</span> <i>A Blessing Implored.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! we come before thee now;</p> +<p class="l">At thy feet we humbly bow;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, do not our suit disdain;</p> +<p class="l">Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Send some message from thy word,</p> +<p class="l">That may joy and peace afford;</p> +<p class="l">Let thy Spirit now impart</p> +<p class="l">Full salvation to each heart.</p> +<!-- script: pg("026") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Comfort those who weep and mourn;</p> +<p class="l">Let the time of joy return;</p> +<p class="l">Those that are cast down lift up,</p> +<p class="l">Strong in faith, in love, and hope.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Grant that those who seek may find</p> +<p class="l">Thee, a God sincere and kind;</p> +<p class="l">Heal the sick, the captive free,</p> +<p class="l">Let us all rejoice in thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Hammond, 1745.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h32"> +<h3><span class="num">32</span> Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(137)</span> <i>Opening of Service.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In thy name, O Lord! assembling,</p> +<p class="t">We, thy people, now draw near;</p> +<p class="l">Teach us to rejoice with trembling;</p> +<p class="t">Speak, and let thy servants hear--</p> +<p class="t3">Hear with meekness--</p> +<p class="t">Hear thy word with godly fear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While our days on earth are lengthened,</p> +<p class="t">May we give them, Lord, to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened,</p> +<p class="t">May we run, nor weary be,</p> +<p class="t3">Till thy glory</p> +<p class="t">Without clouds in heaven we see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter,</p> +<p class="t">Thee thy people shall adore;</p> +<p class="l">Tasting of enjoyment greater</p> +<p class="t">Far than thought conceived before;</p> +<p class="t3"> Full enjoyment,</p> +<p class="t">Full, unmixed, and evermore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1809.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h33"> +<h3><span class="num">33</span> Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(141)</span> <i>Close of Service.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Fill our hearts with joy and peace;</p> +<p class="l">Let us each, thy love possessing,</p> +<!-- script: pg("027") --> +<p class="t">Triumph in redeeming grace;</p> +<p class="t3"> Oh! refresh us,</p> +<p class="t">Traveling through this wilderness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thanks we give and adoration,</p> +<p class="t">For thy gospel's joyful sound;</p> +<p class="l">May the fruits of thy salvation</p> +<p class="t">In our hearts and lives abound;</p> +<p class="t3"> May thy presence</p> +<p class="t">With us, evermore, be found.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 So, whene'er the signal's given,</p> +<p class="t">Us from earth to call away,</p> +<p class="l">Borne on angel's wings to heaven,</p> +<p class="t">Glad the summons to obey,</p> +<p class="t3"> We shall surely</p> +<p class="t">Reign with Christ in endless day.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Walter Shirley, 1774.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h34"> +<h3><span class="num">34</span> Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(139)</span> <i>Plea for Parting Blessing.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God of our salvation! hear us;</p> +<p class="t">Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go;</p> +<p class="l">When we join the world, be near us,</p> +<p class="t">Lest we cold and careless grow.</p> +<p class="t3"> Savior! keep us;</p> +<p class="t">Keep us safe from every foe.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 As our steps are drawing nearer</p> +<p class="t">To our everlasting home,</p> +<p class="l">May our view of heaven grow clearer,</p> +<p class="t">Hope more bright of joys to come;</p> +<p class="t3"> And, when dying,</p> +<p class="t">May thy presence cheer the gloom.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1809.</p> +<!-- script: pg("028") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h35"> +<h3><span class="num">35</span> Mendon. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(119)</span> <i>Psalm 84.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Great God! attend while Zion sings</p> +<p class="l">The joy that from thy presence springs;</p> +<p class="l">To spend one day with thee on earth</p> +<p class="l">Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Might I enjoy the meanest place</p> +<p class="l">Within thy house, O God of grace!</p> +<p class="l">Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,</p> +<p class="l">Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 God is our sun, he makes our day;</p> +<p class="l">God is our shield, he guards our way</p> +<p class="l">From all th' assaults of hell and sin,</p> +<p class="l">From foes without and foes within.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 All needful grace will God bestow,</p> +<p class="l">And crown that grace with glory too;</p> +<p class="l">He gives us all things, and withholds</p> +<p class="l">No real good from upright souls.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway</p> +<p class="l">The glorious hosts of heaven obey,</p> +<p class="l">And devils at thy presence flee;</p> +<p class="l">Blest is the man that trusts in thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h36"> +<h3><span class="num">36</span> Mendon L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(124)</span> <i>The Presence of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sweet to leave the world awhile,</p> +<p class="t">And seek the presence of our Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Dear Savior! on thy people smile,</p> +<p class="t">And come, according to thy word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From busy scenes we now retreat,</p> +<p class="t">That we may here converse with thee:</p> +<p class="l">Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;--</p> +<p class="t">Let this the gate of heaven be.</p> +<!-- script: pg("029") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear,</p> +<p class="t">That we by faith may see thy face;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear</p> +<p class="t">And let thy presence fill this place.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1809.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h37"> +<h3><span class="num">37</span> Mendon. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(127)</span> <i>Psalm 84.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How pleasant, how divinely fair,</p> +<p class="l">O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!</p> +<p class="l">With long desire my spirit faints,</p> +<p class="l">To meet the assemblies of thy saints.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;</p> +<p class="l">My panting heart cries out for God;</p> +<p class="l">My God! my King! why should I be</p> +<p class="l">So far from all my joys and thee?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Blest are the souls who find a place</p> +<p class="l">Within the temple of thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">There they behold thy gentler rays,</p> +<p class="l">And seek thy face and learn thy praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set</p> +<p class="l">To find the way to Zion's gate;</p> +<p class="l">God is their strength, and through the road</p> +<p class="l">They lean upon their helper, God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,</p> +<p class="l">Till all shall meet in heaven at length;</p> +<p class="l">Till all before thy face appear,</p> +<p class="l">And join in nobler worship there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h38"> +<h3><span class="num">38</span> Ward. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(122)</span> <i>Before Sermon.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Thy presence, gracious God! afford:</p> +<p class="l">Prepare us to receive thy word;</p> +<p class="l">Now let thy voice engage our ear,</p> +<p class="l">And faith be mixed with what we hear.</p> +<!-- script: pg("030") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,</p> +<p class="l">And fix our hearts and hopes above;</p> +<p class="l">With food divine may we be fed</p> +<p class="l">And satisfied with living bread.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To us thy sacred word apply,</p> +<p class="l">With sovereign power and energy;</p> +<p class="l">And may we, in thy faith and fear,</p> +<p class="l">Reduce to practice what we hear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Father, in us thy Son reveal;</p> +<p class="l">Teach us to know and do thy will;</p> +<p class="l">Thy saving power and love display.</p> +<p class="l">And guide us to the realms of day.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Fawcett. 1782.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h39"> +<h3><span class="num">39</span> Migdol. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(792)</span> <i>Acts 2:1.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Command thy blessing from above</p> +<p class="t">O God, on all assembled here;</p> +<p class="l">Behold us with a Father's love,</p> +<p class="t">While we look up with filial fear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">May we thy true disciples be;</p> +<p class="l">Speak to each heart the mighty word--</p> +<p class="t">Say to the weakest, follow me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Command thy blessing in this hour,</p> +<p class="t">Spirit of truth! and till the place</p> +<p class="l">With wounding and with healing power,</p> +<p class="t">With quickening and confirming grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide,</p> +<p class="t">One true, eternal God confessed;</p> +<p class="l">Whom thou hast joined none may divide,</p> +<p class="t">None dare to curse whom thou hast blest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery</p> +<!-- script: pg("031") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h40"> +<h3><span class="num">40</span> Mear. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(111)</span> <i>God's Presence in Sanctuary.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Again our earthly cares we leave,</p> +<p class="t">And in thy courts appear;</p> +<p class="l">Again, with joyful feet, we come</p> +<p class="t">To meet our Savior here.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Within those walls let holy peace.</p> +<p class="t">And love, and concord dwell;</p> +<p class="l">Here give the troubled conscience ease--</p> +<p class="t">The wounded spirit heal.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The feeling heart, the melting eye.</p> +<p class="t">The humble mind bestow;</p> +<p class="l">And shine upon us from on high,</p> +<p class="t">To make our graces grow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 May we in faith receive thy word,</p> +<p class="t">In faith present our prayers;</p> +<p class="l">And in the presence of our Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Unbosom all our cares.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Shew us some token of thy love,</p> +<p class="t">Our fainting hope to raise;</p> +<p class="l">And pour thy blessing from above,</p> +<p class="t">That we may render praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779, <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h41"> +<h3><span class="num">41</span> Mear. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1175)</span> <i>Dedication.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands,</p> +<p class="t">Built over earth and sea!</p> +<p class="l">Accept the walls that human hands</p> +<p class="t">Have raised to worship thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send,</p> +<p class="t">Within these walls t' abide,</p> +<p class="l">The peace that dwelleth without end</p> +<p class="t">Serenely by thy side!</p> +<!-- script: pg("032") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 May erring minds, that worship here,</p> +<p class="t">Be taught the better way;</p> +<p class="l">And they who mourn, and they who fear,</p> +<p class="t">Be strengthened as they pray.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,</p> +<p class="t">And pure devotion rise,</p> +<p class="l">While, round these hallowed walls, the storm</p> +<p class="t">Of earth-born passion dies.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William C. Bryant, 1835</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h42"> +<h3><span class="num">42</span> Mear. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(106)</span> <i>Psalm 122.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How did my heart rejoice to hear</p> +<p class="t">My friends devoutly say--</p> +<p class="l">"In Zion let us all appear--</p> +<p class="t">And keep the solemn day!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love her gates, I love the road;</p> +<p class="t">The church, adorned with grace,</p> +<p class="l">Stands like a palace, built for God</p> +<p class="t">To show his milder face.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,</p> +<p class="t">The holy tribes repair;</p> +<p class="l">The Son of David holds his throne,</p> +<p class="t">And sits in judgment there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He hears our praises and complaints;</p> +<p class="t">And, while his awful voice</p> +<p class="l">Divides the sinners from the saints,</p> +<p class="t">We tremble and rejoice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Peace be within this sacred place,</p> +<p class="t">And joy a constant guest!</p> +<p class="l">With holy gifts and heavenly grace</p> +<p class="t">By her attendants blest!</p> +<!-- script: pg("033") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,</p> +<p class="t">While life or breath remains;</p> +<p class="l">There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,</p> +<p class="t">There God, my Saviour, reigns.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h43"> +<h3><span class="num">43</span> Lisbon. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(81)</span> <i>The Sabbath Welcomed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Welcome! sweet day of rest,</p> +<p class="t">That saw the Lord arise!</p> +<p class="l">Welcome to this reviving breast,</p> +<p class="t">And these rejoicing eyes!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The King himself comes near,</p> +<p class="t">And feasts his saints to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Here we may sit and see him here,</p> +<p class="t">And love, and praise, and pray.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 One day in such a place,</p> +<p class="t">Where thou, my God, art seen,</p> +<p class="l">Is sweeter than ten thousand days</p> +<p class="t">Of pleasurable sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 My willing soul would stay</p> +<p class="t">In such a frame as this,</p> +<p class="l">And sit and sing herself away</p> +<p class="t">To everlasting bliss.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h44"> +<h3><span class="num">44</span> Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum"></span> <i>The Sabbath Holy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O day of rest and gladness,</p> +<p class="t">O day of joy and light!</p> +<p class="l">O balm of care and sadness,</p> +<p class="t">Most beautiful, most bright!</p> +<p class="l">On thee, the high and lowly,</p> +<p class="t">Before th' eternal throne,</p> +<p class="l">Sing Holy! Holy! Holy!</p> +<p class="t">To the great Three in One.</p> +<!-- script: pg("034") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 On thee, at the creation.</p> +<p class="t">The light first had its birth;</p> +<p class="l">On thee for our salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Christ rose from depths of earth.</p> +<p class="l">On thee, our Lord, victorious,</p> +<p class="t">The Spirit sent from heaven,</p> +<p class="l">And thus on thee, most glorious,</p> +<p class="t">A triple light was given.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 New graces ever gaining</p> +<p class="t">From this our day of rest,</p> +<p class="l">We reach the rest remaining</p> +<p class="t">To spirits of the blest;</p> +<p class="l">To Holy Ghost be praises,</p> +<p class="t">To Father and to Son;</p> +<p class="l">The church her voice upraises</p> +<p class="t">To thee, blest Three in One.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Christopher Wordsworth, 1858.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h45"> +<h3><span class="num">45</span> Auburn. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(66)</span> <i>Sweet Day of Rest.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,</p> +<p class="t">On this sweet day of rest;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold</p> +<p class="t">Enjoy a heavenly rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Welcome, and precious to my soul</p> +<p class="t">Are these sweet days of love;</p> +<p class="l">But what a Sabbath shall I keep</p> +<p class="t">When I shall rest above!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;</p> +<p class="t">Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace;</p> +<p class="l">Here, in thine own appointed way,</p> +<p class="t">I wait to see thy face.</p> +<!-- script: pg("035") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Those are the sweet and precious days</p> +<p class="t">On which my Lord I've seen;</p> +<p class="l">And oft, when feasting on his word,</p> +<p class="t">In raptures I have been.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears.</p> +<p class="t">In this sweet frame be found,</p> +<p class="l">I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms,</p> +<p class="t">And leave this earthly ground.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Mason, 1683.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h46"> +<h3><span class="num">46</span> Auburn. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(60)</span> <i>Sabbath Morn.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn</p> +<p class="t">Along the eastern skies!</p> +<p class="l">So, when the night of time hath gone,</p> +<p class="t">Eternity shall rise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light!</p> +<p class="t">How soon the gloom hath fled!</p> +<p class="l">So o'er the new created sight</p> +<p class="t">Celestial bliss is spread.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea,</p> +<p class="t">Through all the stilly air!</p> +<p class="l">So calm may we this Sabbath be,</p> +<p class="t">And free from worldly care.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade</p> +<p class="t">Our bosoms all our days;</p> +<p class="l">And let each passing hour be made</p> +<p class="t">A herald of thy praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet</p> +<p class="t">It flows from Jesus' breast;</p> +<p class="l">It makes our bliss on earth complete,</p> +<p class="t">It brings eternal rest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840</p> +<!-- script: pg("036") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h47"> +<h3><span class="num">47</span> Auburn. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(65)</span> <i>The Lord's Day Morning.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When the worn spirit wants repose,</p> +<p class="t">And sighs her God to seek,</p> +<p class="l">How sweet to hail the evening's close</p> +<p class="t">That ends the weary week!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How sweet to hail the early dawn</p> +<p class="t">That opens on the sight,</p> +<p class="l">When first that soul-reviving morn</p> +<p class="t">Sheds forth new rays of light!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;</p> +<p class="t">Yet, while they gently roll,</p> +<p class="l">Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,</p> +<p class="t">A Sabbath o'er my soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When will my pilgrimage be done,</p> +<p class="t">The world's long week be o'er,</p> +<p class="l">That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,</p> +<p class="t">That day which fades no more?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Edmeston, 1820.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h48"> +<h3><span class="num">48</span> Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(94)</span> <i>Blessing of the Sabbath.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Safely thro' another week,</p> +<p class="t">God has bro't us on our way;</p> +<p class="l">Let us now a blessing seek,</p> +<p class="t">Waiting in his courts to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Day of all the week the best,</p> +<p class="l">Emblem of eternal rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While we seek supplies of grace</p> +<p class="t">Through the dear Redeemer's name,</p> +<p class="l">Show thy reconciling face;</p> +<p class="t">Take away our sin and shame;</p> +<p class="l">From our worldly cares set free;</p> +<p class="l">May we rest, this day, in thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("037") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 May the gospel's joyful sound</p> +<p class="t">Conquer sinners, comfort saints,</p> +<p class="l">Make the fruits of grace abound,</p> +<p class="t">Bring relief from all complaints;</p> +<p class="l">Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,</p> +<p class="l">Till we join the church above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779. <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h49"> +<h3><span class="num">49</span> Lischer. (German.) H.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(98)</span> <i>Rejoicing in the Sabbath.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Welcome, delightful morn!</p> +<p class="t">Thou day of sacred rest;</p> +<p class="l">I hail thy kind return;</p> +<p class="t">Lord, make these moments blest;</p> +<p class="l">From the low train of mortal toys</p> +<p class="l">I soar to reach immortal joys.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Now may the King descend,</p> +<p class="t">And fill his throne of grace;</p> +<p class="l">Thy scepter, Lord, extend,</p> +<p class="t">While saints address thy face!</p> +<p class="l">Let sinners feel thy quickening word,</p> +<p class="l">And learn to know and fear the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Descend, celestial Dove,</p> +<p class="t">With all thy quickening powers;</p> +<p class="l">Disclose a Savior's love,</p> +<p class="t">And bless the sacred hours;</p> +<p class="l">Then shall my soul new life obtain,</p> +<p class="l">Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Hayward, 1806.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h50"> +<h3><span class="num">50</span> Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(91)</span> <i>The Day of Rest.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Welcome, sacred day of rest!</p> +<p class="t">Sweet repose from worldly care;</p> +<p class="l">Day above all days the best,</p> +<p class="t">When our souls for heav'n prepare;</p> +<!-- script: pg("038") --> +<p class="l">Day, when our Redeemer rose,</p> +<p class="t">Victor o'er the hosts of hell;</p> +<p class="l">Thus he vanquished all our foes;</p> +<p class="t">Let our lips his glory tell.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,</p> +<p class="t">When we hear thy holy word;</p> +<p class="l">When we sing thy praise, and pray,</p> +<p class="t">Earth can no such joys afford;</p> +<p class="l">But a better rest remains,</p> +<p class="t">Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days,</p> +<p class="l">Rest from sin, and rest from pains,</p> +<p class="t">Endless joys and endless praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Brown, 1822.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h51"> +<h3><span class="num">51</span> Last Hope. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(93)</span> <i>Sabbath Evening.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Softly fades the twilight ray</p> +<p class="l">Of the holy Sabbath day;</p> +<p class="l">Gently as life's setting sun,</p> +<p class="l">When the Christian's course is run.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Night her solemn mantle spreads</p> +<p class="l">O'er the earth as daylight fades;</p> +<p class="l">All things tell of calm repose</p> +<p class="l">At the holy Sabbath's close.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Peace is on the world abroad;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis the holy peace of God--</p> +<p class="l">Symbol of the peace within,</p> +<p class="l">When the spirit rests from sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be</p> +<p class="l">Days of peace and joy in thee,</p> +<p class="l">Till in heav'n our souls repose,</p> +<p class="l">Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel F. Smith, 1843.</p> +<!-- script: pg("039") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h52"> +<h3><span class="num">52</span> Lowry. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Morning Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, my soul, and with the sun</p> +<p class="l">Thy daily stage of duty run;</p> +<p class="l">Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise</p> +<p class="l">To pay thy morning sacrifice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,</p> +<p class="l">And with the angels bear thy part,</p> +<p class="l">Who all night long unwearied sing</p> +<p class="l">High praises to th' eternal King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,</p> +<p class="l">And hast refreshed me when I slept;</p> +<p class="l">Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,</p> +<p class="l">I may of endless life partake.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;</p> +<p class="l">Scatter my sins as morning dew;</p> +<p class="l">Guard my first springs of thought and will,</p> +<p class="l">And with thyself my spirit fill.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bp. Ken, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h53"> +<h3><span class="num">53</span> Vigil. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1169) </span><i>Morning Song.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">See how the morning sun</p> +<p class="l">Pursues his shining way;</p> +<p class="l">And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,</p> +<p class="l">With ev'ry bright'ning ray.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thus would my rising soul</p> +<p class="l">Its heavenly Parent sing,</p> +<p class="l">And to its great Original</p> +<p class="l">The humble tribute bring.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Serene I laid me down,</p> +<p class="l">Beneath his guardian care;</p> +<p class="l">I slept, and I awoke, and found</p> +<p class="l">My kind Preserver near.</p> +<!-- script: pg("040") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 My life I would anew</p> +<p class="l">Devote, O Lord, to thee;</p> +<p class="l">And in thy service I would spend</p> +<p class="l">A long eternity.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">T. Scott.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h54"> +<h3><span class="num">54</span> Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1171)</span> <i>Evening Blessing Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Savior, breathe an evening blessing,</p> +<p class="t">E'er repose our spirits seal;</p> +<p class="l">Sin and want we come confessing,</p> +<p class="t">Thou canst save and thou canst heal.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though destruction walk around us,</p> +<p class="t">Though the arrows past us fly;</p> +<p class="l">Angel guards from thee surround us,</p> +<p class="t">We are safe if thou art nigh.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though the night be dark and dreary,</p> +<p class="t">Darkness cannot hide from thee;</p> +<p class="l">Thou art he who, never weary,</p> +<p class="t">Watchest where thy people be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,</p> +<p class="t">And our couch become our tomb,</p> +<p class="l">May the morn in heaven awake us,</p> +<p class="t">Clad in bright and deathless bloom.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Edmeston, 1820.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h55"> +<h3><span class="num">55</span> Hursley. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1165)</span> <i>Evening Hymn.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,</p> +<p class="t">It is not night if thou be near;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise</p> +<p class="t">To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep</p> +<p class="t">My weary eye-lids gently steep,</p> +<p class="l">Be my last thought, how sweet to rest</p> +<p class="t">Forever on my Savior's breast.</p> +<!-- script: pg("041") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Abide with me from morn till eve,</p> +<p class="t">For without thee I cannot live;</p> +<p class="l">Abide with me when night is nigh,</p> +<p class="t">For without thee I dare not die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come near and bless us when we wake,</p> +<p class="t">Ere thro' the world our way we take,</p> +<p class="l">Till in the ocean of thy love</p> +<p class="t">We lose ourselves in heaven above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. J. Keble, 1827.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h56"> +<h3><span class="num">56</span> Eventide. 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Evening of the Day.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;</p> +<p class="l">The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!</p> +<p class="l">When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,</p> +<p class="l">Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,</p> +<p class="l">But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,</p> +<p class="l">Familiar, condescending, patient, free,</p> +<p class="l">Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I need thy presence every passing hour;</p> +<p class="l">What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?</p> +<p class="l">Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?</p> +<p class="l">Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;</p> +<p class="l">Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:</p> +<p class="l">Change and decay in all around I see;</p> +<p class="l">O thou, who changest not, abide with me!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry Francis Lyte, 1847.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h57"> +<h3><span class="num">57</span> Eventide. 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Closing Hymn.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Savior, again to thy dear name we raise</p> +<p class="l">With one accord our parting hymn of praise;</p> +<p class="l">We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease,</p> +<p class="l">And now, departing, wait thy word of peace.</p> +<!-- script: pg("042") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;</p> +<p class="l">With thee begun, with thee shall end the day;</p> +<p class="l">Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,</p> +<p class="l">That in this house have called upon thy name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;</p> +<p class="l">Turn thou for us its darkness into light;</p> +<p class="l">From harm and danger keep thy children free,</p> +<p class="l">For dark and light are both alike to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Ellerton, 1868.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h58"> +<h3><span class="num">58</span> Seymour, 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Evening Devotion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Softly now the light of day</p> +<p class="l">Fades upon my sight away;</p> +<p class="l">Free from care, from labor free,</p> +<p class="l">Lord, I would commune with thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou whose all pervading eye</p> +<p class="l">Naught escapes without, within,</p> +<p class="l">Pardon each infirmity,</p> +<p class="l">Open fault, and secret sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Soon, for me, the light of day</p> +<p class="l">Shall forever pass away;</p> +<p class="l">Then, from sin and sorrow free,</p> +<p class="l">Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known</p> +<p class="l">All of man's infirmity;</p> +<p class="l">Then from thine eternal throne,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, look with pitying eye.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">G.W. Doane, 1824.</p> +<!-- script: pg("043") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h59"> +<h3><span class="num">59</span> Stockwell. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Evening Meditations.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Silently the shades of evening</p> +<p class="l">Gather round my lowly door;</p> +<p class="l">Silently they bring before me</p> +<p class="l">Faces I shall see no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O the lost, the unforgotten,</p> +<p class="l">Tho' the world be oft forgot!</p> +<p class="l">O the shrouded and the lonely!</p> +<p class="l">In our hearts they perish not.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Living in the silent hours,</p> +<p class="l">Where our spirits only blend--</p> +<p class="l">They, unlinked with earthly trouble;</p> +<p class="l">We, still hoping for its end.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 How such holy memories cluster,</p> +<p class="l">Like the stars when storms are past;</p> +<p class="l">Pointing up to that far heaven</p> +<p class="l">We may hope to gain at last.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">C.C. Cox</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h60"> +<h3><span class="num">60</span> Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Evening Prayer</i>.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining;</p> +<p class="l">Father in heaven, the day is declining;</p> +<p class="l">Safety and innocence flee with the light,</p> +<p class="l">Temptation and danger walk forth with the night.</p> +<p class="l">From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime,</p> +<p class="l">Shield us from danger, keep us from crime.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Father, have mercy,</p> +<p class="t3">Father, have mercy,</p> +<p class="t3">Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.</p> +<!-- script: pg("044") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call;</p> +<p class="l">Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all.</p> +<p class="l">Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might;</p> +<p class="l">In doubting and darkness thy love be our light;</p> +<p class="l">Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns,</p> +<p class="l">Wake in thine arms when morning returns.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Selina Huntingdon</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h61"> +<h3><span class="num">61</span> God Be With You. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Parting Blessing.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God be with you till we meet again,</p> +<p class="l">By his counsels guide, uphold you,</p> +<p class="l">With his sheep securely fold you,</p> +<p class="l">God be with you till we meet again</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Till we meet, till we meet,</p> +<p class="t3">Till we meet at Jesus' feet;</p> +<p class="t3">Till we meet, till we meet,</p> +<p class="t3">God be with you till we meet again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 God be with you till we meet again,</p> +<p class="l">'Neath his wings securely hide you,</p> +<p class="l">Daily manna still provide you,</p> +<p class="l">God be with you till we meet again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 God be with you till we meet again,</p> +<p class="l">When life's perils thick confound you,</p> +<p class="l">Put his arms unfailing round you,</p> +<p class="l">God be with you till we meet again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 God be with you till we meet again,</p> +<p class="l">Keep love's banner floating o'er you,</p> +<p class="l">Smite death's threat'ning wave before you,</p> +<p class="l">God be with you till we meet again.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.E. Rankin D.D.</p> +<!-- script: pg("045") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h62"> +<h3><span class="num">62</span> Wonderful Words. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Words of Life.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sing them over again to me,</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life,</p> +<p class="l">Let me more of their beauty see,</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life,</p> +<p class="t2"> Words of life and beauty,</p> +<p class="t2"> Teach me faith and duty.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Beautiful words, wonderful words,</p> +<p class="t4">Wonderful words of life,</p> +<p class="t3">Beautiful words, wonderful words,</p> +<p class="t4">Wonderful words of life.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Christ the blessed One gives to all</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life;</p> +<p class="l">Sinner, list to the loving call,</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life;</p> +<p class="t2"> All so freely given,</p> +<p class="t2"> Wooing us to heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sweetly echo the gospel call,</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life;</p> +<p class="l">Offer pardon and peace to all,</p> +<p class="t">Wonderful words of life;</p> +<p class="t2"> Jesus, only Savior,</p> +<p class="t2"> Sanctify forever.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">P.P. Bliss.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h63"> +<h3><span class="num">63</span> Give Me the Bible. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Bible Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming,</p> +<p class="l">To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed;</p> +<p class="l">No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming,</p> +<p class="l">Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost.</p> +<!-- script: pg("046") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining,</p> +<p class="t4">Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way.</p> +<p class="t3">Precept and promise, law and love combining,</p> +<p class="t4">Till night shall vanish in eternal day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken,</p> +<p class="l">When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear;</p> +<p class="l">Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken,</p> +<p class="l">Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten,</p> +<p class="l">Teach me the danger of these realms below;</p> +<p class="l">That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten,</p> +<p class="l">That light alone the path of peace can show.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal,</p> +<p class="l">Hold up that splendor by the open grave;</p> +<p class="l">Show me the light from heaven's shining portal,</p> +<p class="l">Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Priscilla J. Owens.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h64"> +<h3><span class="num">64</span> Shirland. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(170)</span> <i>Psalm 119.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold! the morning sun</p> +<p class="t">Begins his glorious way;</p> +<p class="l">His beams thro' all the nations run,</p> +<p class="t">And life and light convey.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 But, where the gospel comes,</p> +<p class="t">It spreads diviner light;</p> +<p class="l">It calls dead sinners from the tombs</p> +<p class="t">And gives the blind their sight.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How perfect is thy word!</p> +<p class="t">And all thy judgments just;</p> +<p class="l">Forever sure thy promise, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">And men securely trust.</p> +<!-- script: pg("047") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 My gracious God! how plain</p> +<p class="t">Are thy directions given!</p> +<p class="l">Oh! may I never read in vain,</p> +<p class="t">But find the path to heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h65"> +<h3><span class="num">65</span> Dallas. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Book Divine.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Holy Bible, book divine,</p> +<p class="t">Precious treasure, thou art mine;</p> +<p class="l">Mine to tell me whence I came;</p> +<p class="t">Mine to teach me what I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Mine to chide me when I rove;</p> +<p class="t">Mine to show a Savior's love;</p> +<p class="l">Mine thou art to guide and guard;</p> +<p class="t">Mine to punish or reward.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Mine to comfort in distress,</p> +<p class="t">Suffering in this wilderness;</p> +<p class="l">Mine to show, by living faith,</p> +<p class="t">Man can triumph over death.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Mine to tell of joys to come,</p> +<p class="t">And the rebel sinner's doom;</p> +<p class="l">O thou holy book divine,</p> +<p class="t">Precious treasure, thou art mine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Burton, 1805.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h66"> +<h3><span class="num">66</span> Evan. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(155)</span> <i>Psalm 119.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! I have made thy word my choice,</p> +<p class="t">My lasting heritage;</p> +<p class="l">There shall my noblest powers rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">My warmest thoughts engage.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I'll read the histories of thy love,</p> +<p class="t">And keep thy laws in sight,</p> +<p class="l">While through the promises I rove,</p> +<p class="t">With ever fresh delight.</p> +<!-- script: pg("048") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown</p> +<p class="t">Where springs of life arise;</p> +<p class="l">Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,</p> +<p class="t">And hidden, glory lies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The best relief that mourners have--</p> +<p class="t">It makes our sorrows blest;</p> +<p class="l">Our fairest hope, beyond the grave,</p> +<p class="t">And our eternal rest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h67"> +<h3><span class="num">67</span> Evan. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1018)</span> <i>The Latter Day.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! send thy word, and let it fly,</p> +<p class="t">Armed with thy Spirit's power;</p> +<p class="l">Ten thousands shall confess its sway,</p> +<p class="t">And bless the saving hour.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Beneath the influence of its grace,</p> +<p class="t">The barren wastes shall rise,</p> +<p class="l">With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,--</p> +<p class="t">A blooming paradise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch</p> +<p class="t">Her wings from shore to shore;</p> +<p class="l">No trump shall rouse the rage of war,</p> +<p class="t">Nor murderous cannon roar.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days</p> +<p class="t">Are in thy word foretold;</p> +<p class="l">Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring</p> +<p class="t">This promised age of gold.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's</p> +<p class="t">Unnumbered myriads cry;</p> +<p class="l">Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven's</p> +<p class="t">Unnumbered choirs reply.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Gibbons, 1769.</p> +<!-- script: pg("049") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h68"> +<h3><span class="num">68</span> Evan. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(150)</span> <i>The Incomparable Richness of God's Word.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Father of mercies, in thy word</p> +<p class="t">What endless glory shines!</p> +<p class="l">Forever be thy name adored</p> +<p class="t">For these celestial lines.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Here may the wretched sons of want</p> +<p class="t">Exhaustless riches find--</p> +<p class="l">Riches above what earth can grant,</p> +<p class="t">And lasting as the mind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,</p> +<p class="t">And yields a free repast;</p> +<p class="l">Sublimer sweets than nature knows</p> +<p class="t">Invite the longing taste.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice</p> +<p class="t">Spreads heavenly peace around;</p> +<p class="l">And life and everlasting joys</p> +<p class="t">Attend the blissful sound.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be</p> +<p class="t">My ever dear delight;</p> +<p class="l">And still new beauties may I see</p> +<p class="t">And still increasing light.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h69"> +<h3><span class="num">69</span> Devizes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(149)</span> <i>The Bible Our Light.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How precious is the book divine,</p> +<p class="t">By inspiration given!</p> +<p class="l">Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,</p> +<p class="t">To guide our souls to heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Its light, descending from above,</p> +<p class="t">Our gloomy world to cheer,</p> +<p class="l">Displays a Savior's boundless love,</p> +<p class="t">And brings his glories near.</p> +<!-- script: pg("050") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,</p> +<p class="t">In this dark vale of tears;</p> +<p class="l">Life, light, and joy it still imparts,</p> +<p class="t">And quells our rising fears.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 This lamp, through all the tedious night</p> +<p class="t">Of life, shall guide our way,</p> +<p class="l">Till we behold the clearer light</p> +<p class="t">Of an eternal day.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Fawcett, 1782.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h70"> +<h3><span class="num">70</span> Devizes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(158)</span> <i>Psalm 119.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How shall the young secure their hearts,</p> +<p class="t">And guard their lives from sin?</p> +<p class="l">Thy word the choicest rules imparts</p> +<p class="t">To keep the conscience clean.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,</p> +<p class="t">That guides us all the day;</p> +<p class="l">And, through the dangers of the night,</p> +<p class="t">A lamp to lead our way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thy precepts make me truly wise;</p> +<p class="t">I hate the sinners' road;</p> +<p class="l">I hate my own vain thoughts that rise</p> +<p class="t">But love thy law, my God!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thy word is everlasting truth;</p> +<p class="t">How pure is every page!</p> +<p class="l">That holy book shall guide our youth,</p> +<p class="t">And well support our age.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h71"> +<h3><span class="num">71</span> Devizes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(154)</span> <i>Perfection of the Law and Testimony.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Thy law is perfect, Lord of light;</p> +<p class="t">Thy testimonies sure;</p> +<p class="l">The statutes of thy realm are right,</p> +<p class="t">And thy commandments pure.</p> +<!-- script: pg("051") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let these, O God, my soul convert,</p> +<p class="t">And make thy servant wise;</p> +<p class="l">Let those be gladness to my ears--</p> +<p class="t">The dayspring to mine eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 By these may I be warned betimes;</p> +<p class="t">Who knows the guile within?</p> +<p class="l">Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes;</p> +<p class="t">Cleanse me from secret sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 So may the words my lips express--</p> +<p class="t">The thoughts that throng my mind--</p> +<p class="l">O Lord, my strength and righteousness,</p> +<p class="t">With thee acceptance find.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">C. Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h72"> +<h3><span class="num">72</span> Manoah. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Faithfulness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,</p> +<p class="t">And speak some boundless thing;</p> +<p class="l">The mighty works or mightier name</p> +<p class="t">Of our eternal King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,</p> +<p class="t">And sound his power abroad;</p> +<p class="l">Sing the sweet promise of his grace,</p> +<p class="t">And the performing God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 His very word of grace is strong,</p> +<p class="t">As that which built the skies;</p> +<p class="l">The voice that rolls the stars along,</p> +<p class="t">Speaks all the promises.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue</p> +<p class="t">But whisper, "Thou art mine!"</p> +<p class="l">Those gentle words should raise my song</p> +<p class="t">To notes almost divine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +<!-- script: pg("052") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h73"> +<h3><span class="num">73</span> Manoah. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Power</i>.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Lord, our God, is full of might,</p> +<p class="t">The winds obey his will;</p> +<p class="l">He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height,</p> +<p class="t">The rolling sun stands still.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land</p> +<p class="t">With threatening aspect roar;</p> +<p class="l">The Lord uplifts his awful hand,</p> +<p class="t">And chains you to the shore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;</p> +<p class="t">Without his high behest,</p> +<p class="l">Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,</p> +<p class="t">Disturb the sparrow's nest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 His voice sublime is heard afar,</p> +<p class="t">In distant peals it dies;</p> +<p class="l">He yokes the whirlwind to his car,</p> +<p class="t">And sweeps the howling skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend;</p> +<p class="t">Ye monarchs, wait his nod,</p> +<p class="l">And bid the choral song ascend</p> +<p class="t">To celebrate your God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Kirke White.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h74"> +<h3><span class="num">74</span> Manoah. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Eternity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Great God! how infinite art thou!</p> +<p class="t">What worthless worms are we!</p> +<p class="l">Let the whole race of creatures bow,</p> +<p class="t">And pay their praise to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,</p> +<p class="t">Ere seas or stars were made:</p> +<p class="l">Thou art the ever-living God,</p> +<p class="t">Were all the nations dead.</p> +<!-- script: pg("053") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Eternity, with all its years,</p> +<p class="t">Stands present in thy view;</p> +<p class="l">To thee there's nothing old appears--</p> +<p class="t">Great God! there's nothing new.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,</p> +<p class="t">And vexed with trifling cares;</p> +<p class="l">While thine eternal thought moves on</p> +<p class="t">Thine undisturbed affairs.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Great God! how infinite art thou!</p> +<p class="t">What worthless worms are we!</p> +<p class="l">Let the whole race of creatures bow.</p> +<p class="t">And pay their praise to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h75"> +<h3><span class="num">75</span> Italy. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(394)</span> <i>The Trinity Adored.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, thou Almighty King!</p> +<p class="l">Help us thy name to sing,</p> +<p class="t">Help us to praise;</p> +<p class="l">Father all glorious!</p> +<p class="l">O'er all victorious,</p> +<p class="l">Come and reign over us,</p> +<p class="t">Ancient of days!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Come, thou incarnate Word!</p> +<p class="l">Gird on thy mighty sword;</p> +<p class="t">Our prayer attend:</p> +<p class="l">Come, and thy people bless,</p> +<p class="l">And give thy word success;</p> +<p class="l">Spirit of holiness,</p> +<p class="t">On us descend.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come, holy Comforter!</p> +<p class="l">Thy sacred witness bear</p> +<p class="t">In this glad hour:</p> +<!-- script: pg("054") --> +<p class="l">Thou who almighty art,</p> +<p class="l">Now rule in every heart,</p> +<p class="l">And ne'er from us depart,</p> +<p class="t">Spirit of power!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To the great One in Three,</p> +<p class="l">The highest praises be,</p> +<p class="t">Hence, evermore!</p> +<p class="l">His sovereign majesty</p> +<p class="l">May we in glory see,</p> +<p class="l">And to eternity</p> +<p class="t">Love and adore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1757.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h76"> +<h3><span class="num">76</span> All Saints. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(391)</span> <i>Praise to the Trinity</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Blest be the Father and his love,</p> +<p class="t">To whose celestial source we owe</p> +<p class="l">Rivers of endless joy above,</p> +<p class="t">And rills of comfort here below.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Glory to thee, great Son of God!</p> +<p class="t">From whose dear, wounded body rolls</p> +<p class="l">A precious stream of vital blood--</p> +<p class="t">Pardon and life for dying souls</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,</p> +<p class="t">Who, in our hearts of sin and woe,</p> +<p class="l">Makes living springs of grace arise,</p> +<p class="t">And into boundless glory flow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son,</p> +<p class="t">And God, the Spirit, we adore;</p> +<p class="l">That sea of life and love unknown,</p> +<p class="t">Without a bottom or a shore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +<!-- script: pg("055") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h77"> +<h3><span class="num">77</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(844)</span> <i>God Incomprehensible.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Thy way, O God! is in the sea,</p> +<p class="t">Thy paths I cannot trace;</p> +<p class="l">Nor comprehend the mystery</p> +<p class="t">Of thine unbounded grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis but in part I know thy will;</p> +<p class="t">I bless thee for the sight;</p> +<p class="l">When will thy love the rest reveal,</p> +<p class="t">In glory's clearer light?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense</p> +<p class="t">My captive soul surround;</p> +<p class="l">Mysterious deeps of providence</p> +<p class="t">My wondering thoughts confound.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 As through a glass I dimly see</p> +<p class="t">The wonders of thy love;</p> +<p class="l">How little do I know of thee,</p> +<p class="t">Or of the joys above!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 With rapture I shall soon survey</p> +<p class="t">Thy providence and grace;</p> +<p class="l">And spend an everlasting day</p> +<p class="t">In wonder, love, and praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Fawcett, 1782.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h78"> +<h3><span class="num">78</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1071)</span> <i>Eternity of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O God! our help in ages past,</p> +<p class="t">Our hope for years to come;</p> +<p class="l">Our shelter from the stormy blast,</p> +<p class="t">And our eternal home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Under the shadow of thy throne,</p> +<p class="t">Still may we dwell secure;</p> +<p class="l">Sufficient is thine arm alone,</p> +<p class="t">And our defense is sure.</p> +<!-- script: pg("056") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Before the hills in order stood,</p> +<p class="t">Or earth received her frame,</p> +<p class="l">From everlasting thou art God,</p> +<p class="t">To endless years the same.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 A thousand ages in thy sight</p> +<p class="t">Are like an evening gone;</p> +<p class="l">Short as the watch that ends the night,</p> +<p class="t">Before the rising sun.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,</p> +<p class="t">With all their cares and fears,</p> +<p class="l">Are carried downward by the flood,</p> +<p class="t">And lost in following years.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h79"> +<h3><span class="num">79</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(182)</span> <i>Divine Perfections.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I sing th' almighty power of God,</p> +<p class="t">That made the mountains rise,</p> +<p class="l">That spread the flowing seas abroad,</p> +<p class="t">And built the lofty skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I sing the wisdom that ordained</p> +<p class="t">The sun to rule the day;</p> +<p class="l">The moon shines full at his command,</p> +<p class="t">And all the stars obey.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">That filled the earth with food;</p> +<p class="l">He formed the creatures with his word,</p> +<p class="t">And then pronounced them good.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed</p> +<p class="t">Where'er I turn mine eye!</p> +<p class="l">If I survey the ground I tread,</p> +<p class="t">Or gaze upon the sky.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +<!-- script: pg("057") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h80"> +<h3><span class="num">80</span> Dundee. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(21)</span> <i>Our Heavenly Father.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God how wonderful thou art!</p> +<p class="t">Thy majesty how bright!</p> +<p class="l">How beautiful thy mercy seat,</p> +<p class="t">In depths of burning light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How dread are thine eternal years,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, everlasting Lord!</p> +<p class="l">By prostrate spirits day and night,</p> +<p class="t">Incessantly adored.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God!</p> +<p class="t">With deepest, tenderest fears,</p> +<p class="l">And worship thee with trembling hope,</p> +<p class="t">And penitential tears.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Almighty as thou art,</p> +<p class="l">For thou hast stooped to ask of me</p> +<p class="t">The love of this poor heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 No earthly father loves like thee,</p> +<p class="t">No mother, half so mild,</p> +<p class="l">Bears and forbears as thou hast done</p> +<p class="t">With me, thy sinful child.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Father of Jesus! love's reward!</p> +<p class="t">What rapture will it be,</p> +<p class="l">Prostrate before thy throne to lie,</p> +<p class="t">And gaze and gaze on thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h81"> +<h3><span class="num">81</span> Dundee. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(848)</span> <i>God's Ways Not Understood.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God moves in a mysterious way,</p> +<p class="t">His wonders to perform;</p> +<p class="l">He plants his footsteps in the sea,</p> +<p class="t">And rides upon the storm.</p> +<!-- script: pg("058") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Deep in unfathomable mines</p> +<p class="t">Of never-failing skill,</p> +<p class="l">He treasures up his bright designs,</p> +<p class="t">And works his sovereign will.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;</p> +<p class="t">The clouds ye so much dread,</p> +<p class="l">Are big with mercy, and shall break</p> +<p class="t">In blessings on your head.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,</p> +<p class="t">But trust him for his grace;</p> +<p class="l">Behind a frowning providence,</p> +<p class="t">He hides a smiling face.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 His purposes will ripen fast,</p> +<p class="t">Unfolding every hour;</p> +<p class="l">The bud may have a bitter taste,</p> +<p class="t">But sweet will be the flower.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,</p> +<p class="t">And scan his work in vain;</p> +<p class="l">God is his own interpreter,</p> +<p class="t">And he will make it plain.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Cowper, 1772.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h82"> +<h3><span class="num">82</span> Dundee. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Majesty. Ps. 18.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Lord descended from above,</p> +<p class="t">And bowed the heavens most high;</p> +<p class="l">And underneath his feet he cast</p> +<p class="t">The darkness of the sky.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 On cherub and on cherubim</p> +<p class="t">Full royally he rode;</p> +<p class="l">And on the wings of mighty winds</p> +<p class="t">Came flying all abroad.</p> +<!-- script: pg("059") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He sat serene upon the floods,</p> +<p class="t">Their fury to restrain;</p> +<p class="l">And he, as sovereign Lord and King,</p> +<p class="t">Forevermore shall reign.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h83"> +<h3><span class="num">83</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(176)</span> <i>The Goodness of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,</p> +<p class="l">From ocean depths and spreading wood,</p> +<p class="l">Ten thousand voices seem to cry,</p> +<p class="l">"God made us all, and God is good."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The sun that keeps his trackless way,</p> +<p class="l">And downward pours his golden flood,</p> +<p class="l">Night's sparkling hosts all seem to sky,</p> +<p class="l">In accents clear, that God is good.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,</p> +<p class="l">By God's own hand with speech endued;</p> +<p class="l">And man, in louder notes of praise,</p> +<p class="l">Should sing for joy that God is good.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord;</p> +<p class="l">But chiefly for our heavenly food,</p> +<p class="l">Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word;</p> +<p class="l">These prompt our song that God is good.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John H. Gurney.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h84"> +<h3><span class="num">84</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(179)</span> <i>The Eternity of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,</p> +<p class="t">Or heaven and earth in order stood,</p> +<p class="l">Before the birth of ancient time,</p> +<p class="t">From everlasting thou art God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A thousand ages in their flight</p> +<p class="t">With thee are as a fleeting day;</p> +<p class="l">Past, present, future, to thy sight</p> +<p class="t">At once their various scenes display.</p> +<!-- script: pg("060") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream--</p> +<p class="t">A passing thought, that soon is o'er;</p> +<p class="l">That fades with morning's earliest beam,</p> +<p class="t">And fills the musing mind no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,</p> +<p class="t">Each passing moment so to spend,</p> +<p class="l">That we at length with thee may live</p> +<p class="t">Where life and bliss shall never end.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h85"> +<h3><span class="num">85</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(178)</span> <i>God Seen in nature.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a God--all nature speaks,</p> +<p class="t">Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies;</p> +<p class="l">See, from the clouds his glory breaks,</p> +<p class="t">When earliest beams of morning rise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The rising sun, serenely bright,</p> +<p class="t">Throughout the world's extended frame,</p> +<p class="l">Inscribes in characters of light</p> +<p class="t">His mighty Maker's glorious name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,</p> +<p class="t">And trace creation's wonders o'er,</p> +<p class="l">Confess the footsteps of your God--</p> +<p class="t">Bow down before him and adore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h86"> +<h3><span class="num">86</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(14)</span> <i>The Lord God Omnipotent.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Lord is King; child of the dust!</p> +<p class="l">The Judge of all the earth is just;</p> +<p class="l">Holy and true are all his ways;</p> +<p class="l">Let every creature speak his praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice;</p> +<p class="l">From world to world the joy shall ring--</p> +<p class="l">The Lord omnipotent is King.</p> +<!-- script: pg("061") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare</p> +<p class="l">Resist his will, distrust his care,</p> +<p class="l">Or murmur at his wise decrees,</p> +<p class="l">Or doubt his royal promises?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake,</p> +<p class="l">His might decay, his love forsake,</p> +<p class="l">Then may his children cease to sing--</p> +<p class="l">The Lord omnipotent is King.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Josiah Conder.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h87"> +<h3><span class="num">87</span> Faben. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>God is Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God is love; his mercy brightens</p> +<p class="t">All the path in which we rove;</p> +<p class="l">Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens:</p> +<p class="t">God is wisdom, God is love.</p> +<p class="l">Chance and change are busy ever;</p> +<p class="t">Man decays and ages move;</p> +<p class="l">But his mercy waneth never;</p> +<p class="t">God is wisdom, God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth</p> +<p class="t">Will his changeless goodness prove;</p> +<p class="l">From the gloom his brightness streameth:</p> +<p class="t">God is wisdom, God is love.</p> +<p class="l">He with earthly cares entwineth</p> +<p class="t">Hope and comfort from above;</p> +<p class="l">Everywhere his glory shineth:</p> +<p class="t">God is wisdom, God is love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sir John Bowring, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h88"> +<h3><span class="num">88</span> Mannheim. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(56)</span> <i>The Divine Glory.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! thy glory fills the heaven;</p> +<p class="t">Earth is with its fullness stored;</p> +<p class="l">Unto thee be glory given,</p> +<p class="t">Holy, holy, holy Lord.</p> +<!-- script: pg("062") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Heaven is still with glory ringing,</p> +<p class="t">Earth takes up the angels' cry--</p> +<p class="l">"Holy, holy, holy!" singing,</p> +<p class="t">"Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ever thus in God's high praises,</p> +<p class="t">Brethren! let our tongues unite;</p> +<p class="l">Chief the heart when duty raises</p> +<p class="t">God-ward at his mystic rite.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Richard Mant, 1828.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h89"> +<h3><span class="num">89</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(184)</span> <i>Creating Wisdom.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise,</p> +<p class="t">Thee the creation sings;</p> +<p class="l">With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,</p> +<p class="t">And heaven's high palace rings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!</p> +<p class="t">How glorious to behold!</p> +<p class="l">Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,</p> +<p class="t">And starred with sparkling gold.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Infinite strength and equal skill</p> +<p class="t">Shine through the worlds abroad;</p> +<p class="l">Our souls with vast amazement fill,</p> +<p class="t">And speak the builder--God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace</p> +<p class="t">Our softer passions move;</p> +<p class="l">Pity divine, in Jesus' face,</p> +<p class="t">We see, adore, and love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1705.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h90"> +<h3><span class="num">90</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(388)</span> <i>The Trinity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Whom One in Three we know;</p> +<p class="l">By all thy heavenly host adored,</p> +<p class="t">By all thy Church below.</p> +<!-- script: pg("063") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 One undivided Trinity</p> +<p class="t">With triumph we proclaim;</p> +<p class="l">The universe is full of thee,</p> +<p class="t">And speaks thy glorious name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thee, holy Father, we confess;</p> +<p class="t">Thee, holy Son, adore;</p> +<p class="l">And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless,</p> +<p class="t">And worship evermore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Our heavenly song shall be</p> +<p class="l">Supreme, Essential One, adored</p> +<p class="t">In co-eternal Thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">C. Wesley, 1767.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h91"> +<h3><span class="num">91</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(183)</span> <i>God is Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, ye that know and fear the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">And lift your souls above;</p> +<p class="l">Let every heart and voice accord,</p> +<p class="t">To sing that--God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 This precious truth his word declares,</p> +<p class="t">And all his mercies prove;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears,</p> +<p class="t">To show that--God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Behold his patience lengthened out</p> +<p class="t">To those who from him rove,</p> +<p class="l">And calls effectual reach their hearts,</p> +<p class="t">To teach them--God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The work begun is carried on</p> +<p class="t">By power from heaven above;</p> +<p class="l">And every step from first to last,</p> +<p class="t">Declares that--God is love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George Burder, 1784.</p> +<!-- script: pg("064") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h92"> +<h3><span class="num">92</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(179)</span> <i>God's Constant Goodness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jehovah God! thy gracious power</p> +<p class="t">On every hand we see;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may the blessings of each hour</p> +<p class="t">Lead all our thoughts to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,</p> +<p class="t">And reaches to the skies;</p> +<p class="l">Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,</p> +<p class="t">Thy goodness never dies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In all the varying scenes of time,</p> +<p class="t">On thee our hopes depend;</p> +<p class="l">In every age, in every clime,</p> +<p class="t">Our Father and our Friend.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Thompson, 1810</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h93"> +<h3><span class="num">93</span> God is Love. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Praise for God's Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, let us all unite to sing,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<p class="l">Let heav'n and earth their praises bring,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<p class="l">Let every soul from sin awake,</p> +<p class="l">Each in his heart sweet music make,</p> +<p class="l">And sing with us for Jesus' sake,</p> +<p class="t5">For God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--God is love,</p> +<p class="t3">God is love.</p> +<p class="t3">Come, let us all unite to sing</p> +<p class="t3">That God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<p class="l">In Christ we have redemption found,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<!-- script: pg("065") --> +<p class="l">His blood has washed our sins away,</p> +<p class="l">His Spirit turned our night to day,</p> +<p class="l">And now we can rejoice to say</p> +<p class="t5">That God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How happy is our portion here,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<p class="l">His promises our spirits cheer,</p> +<p class="t5">God is love;</p> +<p class="l">He is our sun and shield by day,</p> +<p class="l">Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay;</p> +<p class="l">He will be with us all the way;</p> +<p class="t5">Our God is love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h94"> +<h3><span class="num">94</span> Carol. C.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(206)</span> <i>The Angels' Song.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">It came upon the midnight clear,</p> +<p class="t">That glorious song of old,</p> +<p class="l">From angels bending near the earth,</p> +<p class="t">To touch their harps of gold;</p> +<p class="l">"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,</p> +<p class="t">From heaven's all gracious King:"</p> +<p class="l">The earth in solemn stillness lay,</p> +<p class="t">To hear the angels sing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Still through the cloven skies they come,</p> +<p class="t">With peaceful wings unfurled;</p> +<p class="l">And still celestial music floats</p> +<p class="t">O'er all the weary world;</p> +<p class="l">Above its sad and lowly plains</p> +<p class="t">They bend on heavenly wing,</p> +<p class="l">And ever o'er its Babel sounds,</p> +<p class="t">The blessed angels sing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load,</p> +<p class="t">Whose forms are bending low,</p> +<p class="l">Who toil along the climbing way,</p> +<p class="t">With painful steps and slow;--</p> +<!-- script: pg("066") --> +<p class="l">Look up! for glad and golden hours</p> +<p class="t">Come swiftly on the wing;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, rest beside the weary road,</p> +<p class="t">And hear the angels sing!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 For lo! the days are hastening on,</p> +<p class="t">By prophet-bards foretold,</p> +<p class="l">When with the ever-circling years</p> +<p class="t">Comes round the age of gold!</p> +<p class="l">When peace shall over all the earth</p> +<p class="t">Its final splendors fling,</p> +<p class="l">And the whole world send back the song</p> +<p class="t">Which now the angels sing!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.H. Sears, 1850.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h95"> +<h3><span class="num">95</span> Carol. C.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(203)</span> <i>A Light to Lighten the Gentiles.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The race that long in darkness pine</p> +<p class="t">Have seen a glorious light;</p> +<p class="l">The people dwell in day who dwelt</p> +<p class="t">In death's surrounding night.</p> +<p class="l">To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,</p> +<p class="t">The gathering nations come,</p> +<p class="l">With joy, as when the reapers bear</p> +<p class="t">The harvest treasures home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To us a child of hope is born;</p> +<p class="t">To us a Son is given;</p> +<p class="l">And him shall all the earth obey,</p> +<p class="t">And all the hosts of heaven.</p> +<p class="l">His name shall be the Prince of Peace,</p> +<p class="t">Forevermore adored,</p> +<p class="l">The Wonderful, the Counselor,</p> +<p class="t">The great and mighty Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Morrison, 1781.</p> +<!-- script: pg("067") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h96"> +<h3><span class="num">96</span> Christmas. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(208)</span> <i>The Angel's Message</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">While shepherds watched their flocks by night,</p> +<p class="t">All seated on the ground,</p> +<p class="l">The angel of the Lord came down,</p> +<p class="t">And glory shone around.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread</p> +<p class="t">Had seized their troubled mind,--</p> +<p class="l">"Glad tidings of great joy I bring</p> +<p class="t">To you and all mankind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "To you, in David's town, this day,</p> +<p class="t">Is born of David's line,</p> +<p class="l">The Savior, who is Christ, the Lord;</p> +<p class="t">And this shall be the sign:</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find</p> +<p class="t">To human view displayed,</p> +<p class="l">All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,</p> +<p class="t">And in a manger laid."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith</p> +<p class="t">Appeared a shining throng</p> +<p class="l">Of angels, praising God, and thus</p> +<p class="t">Addressed their joyful song:</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 "All glory be to God on high,</p> +<p class="t">And to the earth be peace:</p> +<p class="l">Good-will henceforth from heaven to men</p> +<p class="t">Begin and never cease!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Nahum Tate, 1696.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h97"> +<h3><span class="num">97</span> Zerah. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(210)</span> <i>The Chorus of Angels.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Calm on the listening ear of night</p> +<p class="t">Come heaven's melodious strains,</p> +<p class="l">Where wild Judea stretches far</p> +<p class="t">Her silver-mantled plains.</p> +<!-- script: pg("068") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,</p> +<p class="t">Shed sacred glories there,</p> +<p class="l">And angels, with their sparkling lyres,</p> +<p class="t">Make music on the air.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The answering hills of Palestine</p> +<p class="t">Send back the glad reply,</p> +<p class="l">And greet, from all their holy heights,</p> +<p class="t">The day-spring from on high.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies</p> +<p class="t">Loud with their anthems ring--</p> +<p class="l">"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,</p> +<p class="t">From heaven's eternal King."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edmund H. Sears, 1835.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h98"> +<h3><span class="num">98</span> Antioch. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(200)</span> <i>Psalm 98.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Joy to the world! the Lord is come:</p> +<p class="t">Let earth receive her King;</p> +<p class="l">Let every heart prepare him room,</p> +<p class="t">And heaven and nature sing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns:</p> +<p class="t">Let men their songs employ;</p> +<p class="l">While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,</p> +<p class="t">Repeat the sounding joy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,</p> +<p class="t">Nor thorns infest the ground;</p> +<p class="l">He comes to make his blessings flow,</p> +<p class="t">Far as the curse is found.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He rules the world with truth and grace,</p> +<p class="t">And makes the nations prove</p> +<p class="l">The glories of his righteousness,</p> +<p class="t">And wonders of his love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("069") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h99"> +<h3><span class="num">99</span> Antioch. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(202)</span> <i>Christ's Mission.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes--</p> +<p class="t">The Savior promised long;</p> +<p class="l">Let every heart prepare a throne,</p> +<p class="t">And every voice a song.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He comes, the prisoners to release,</p> +<p class="t">In Satan's bondage held;</p> +<p class="l">The gates of brass before him burst,</p> +<p class="t">The iron fetters yield.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He comes, the broken heart to bind,</p> +<p class="t">The bleeding soul to cure;</p> +<p class="l">And, with the treasures of his grace,</p> +<p class="t">T' enrich the humble poor.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,</p> +<p class="t">Thy welcome shall proclaim;</p> +<p class="l">And heaven's eternal arches ring</p> +<p class="t">With thy beloved name.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1735.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h100"> +<h3><span class="num">100</span> Antioch. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(195)</span> <i>Jesus is God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus is God! the glorious bands</p> +<p class="t">Of holy angels sing</p> +<p class="l">Songs of adoring praise to him,</p> +<p class="t">Their Maker and their King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib,</p> +<p class="t">On Calvary's cross, true God;</p> +<p class="l">He who, in heaven, eternal reigned,</p> +<p class="t">In time, on earth abode.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus is God! there never was</p> +<p class="t">A time when he was not;</p> +<p class="l">Boundless, eternal, merciful,</p> +<p class="t">The Word the Sire begot.</p> +<!-- script: pg("070") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch,</p> +<p class="t">Onward through endless bliss;</p> +<p class="l">For there are two eternities,</p> +<p class="t">And both alike are his.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now,</p> +<p class="t">But compass land and sea,</p> +<p class="l">To teach and tell this single truth,</p> +<p class="t">How happy should I be!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice,</p> +<p class="t">I would proclaim so loud,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful,</p> +<p class="t">Is everlasting God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h101"> +<h3><span class="num">101</span> Herald Angels. 7s D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(219)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hark! the herald angels sing,</p> +<p class="l">"Glory to the new-born King!</p> +<p class="l">Peace on earth, and mercy mild,</p> +<p class="l">God and sinners reconciled."</p> +<p class="l">Joyful all ye nations, rise;</p> +<p class="l">Join the triumph of the skies!</p> +<p class="l">With the angelic host proclaim,</p> +<p class="l">Christ is born in Bethlehem.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See, he lays his glory by,</p> +<p class="l">Born that man no more may die;</p> +<p class="l">Born to raise the sons of earth,</p> +<p class="l">Born to give them second birth.</p> +<p class="l">Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;</p> +<p class="l">Hail the incarnate Deity.</p> +<p class="l">Pleased as man with men to dwell,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, our Immanuel.</p> +<!-- script: pg("071") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!</p> +<p class="l">Hail the Sun of Righteousness;</p> +<p class="l">Light and life to all he brings,</p> +<p class="l">Risen with healing in his wings.</p> +<p class="l">Let us, then, with angels sing,</p> +<p class="l">"Glory to the new-born King!</p> +<p class="l">Peace on earth, and mercy mild,</p> +<p class="l">God and sinners reconciled."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">C. Wesley, 1759</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h102"> +<h3><span class="num">102</span> Herald Angels. 7s D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(204)</span> <i>Glory to God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung</p> +<p class="t">At our Redeemer's birth;</p> +<p class="l">Mortals! awake: let every tongue</p> +<p class="t">Proclaim his matchless worth.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Glory to God, who dwells on high,</p> +<p class="t">And sent his only Son</p> +<p class="l">To take a servant's form, and die,</p> +<p class="t">For evils we had done!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race!</p> +<p class="t">Arise, and shout for joy;</p> +<p class="l">He comes, with rich abounding grace</p> +<p class="t">To save and not destroy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth,</p> +<p class="t">And fill the world with light,</p> +<p class="l">That Jew and Gentile, through the earth,</p> +<p class="t">May know thy saving might.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Hurn, 1813.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h103"> +<h3><span class="num">103</span> Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>God's Salvation Morning.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">What means this glorious radiance</p> +<p class="t">Across Judea's plain?</p> +<p class="l">Those white-winged angels singing</p> +<p class="t">In such exultant strain?</p> +<!-- script: pg("072") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--The King of glory cometh,</p> +<p class="t3">Earth's broken hearts to bind,</p> +<p class="t3">And God's salvation morning</p> +<p class="t3">Hath dawned for all mankind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What means this wondrous story</p> +<p class="t">The holy angels tell?</p> +<p class="l">Of one who reigned in heaven,</p> +<p class="t">And now on earth would dwell?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Why bend these Eastern sages</p> +<p class="t">To one of lowly birth?</p> +<p class="l">What means this heav'nly message</p> +<p class="t">Of love and peace on earth?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness,</p> +<p class="t">On ocean deep and land,</p> +<p class="l">Hail! hail! the joyful tidings,</p> +<p class="t">The morning is at hand.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M. E. Servoss.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h104"> +<h3><span class="num">104</span> Invitation. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(232)</span> <i>The Forgiving One.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone</p> +<p class="t">Around thy steps below!</p> +<p class="l">What patient love was seen in all</p> +<p class="t">Thy life and death of woe!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,</p> +<p class="t">Thy friends unfaithful prove;</p> +<p class="l">Unwearied in forgiveness still,</p> +<p class="t">Thy heart could only love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee;</p> +<p class="t">Like thee, O Lord! to grieve</p> +<p class="l">Far more for others' sins, than all</p> +<p class="t">The wrongs that we receive.</p> +<!-- script: pg("073") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 One with thyself, may every eye,</p> +<p class="t">In us, thy brethren, see</p> +<p class="l">That gentleness and grace that springs</p> +<p class="t">From union, Lord, with thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edward Denny, 1839.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h105"> +<h3><span class="num">105</span> Invitation. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The True Test.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We may not climb the heavenly steeps</p> +<p class="t">To bring the Lord Christ down;</p> +<p class="l">In vain we search the lowest deeps,</p> +<p class="t">For him no depths can drown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet</p> +<p class="t">A present help is he;</p> +<p class="l">And faith has yet its Olivet,</p> +<p class="t">And love its Galilee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The healing of the seamless dress</p> +<p class="t">Is by our beds of pain;</p> +<p class="l">We touch him in life's throng and press,</p> +<p class="t">And we are whole again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Through him the first fond prayers are said</p> +<p class="t">Our lips of childhood frame;</p> +<p class="l">The last low whispers of our dead</p> +<p class="t">Are burdened with his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 O Lord and Master of us all,</p> +<p class="t">Whate'er our name or sign,</p> +<p class="l">We own thy sway, we hear thy call,</p> +<p class="t">We test our lives by thine!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. G. Whittier.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h106"> +<h3><span class="num">106</span> Invitation. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(228)</span> <i>Childhood of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In stature grows the heavenly Child,</p> +<p class="t">With death before his eyes;</p> +<p class="l">A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,</p> +<p class="t">Prepared for sacrifice.</p> +<!-- script: pg("074") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Son of God his glory hides</p> +<p class="t">With parents mean and poor;</p> +<p class="l">And he who made the heavens abides</p> +<p class="t">In dwelling-place obscure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky</p> +<p class="t">No earthly toil refuse;</p> +<p class="l">And he who set the stars on high</p> +<p class="t">A humble trade pursues.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He before whom the angels stand.</p> +<p class="t">At whose behest they fly,</p> +<p class="l">Now yields himself to man's command,</p> +<p class="t">And lays his glory by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 The Father's name we loudly raise,</p> +<p class="t">The Son we all adore,</p> +<p class="l">The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise,</p> +<p class="t">Both now and evermore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h107"> +<h3><span class="num">107</span> Invitation. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(229)</span> <i>A Man of Sorrow.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">A pilgrim through this lonely world,</p> +<p class="t">The blessed Savior passed;</p> +<p class="l">A mourner all his life was he,</p> +<p class="t">A dying Lamb at last</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That tender heart which felt for all,</p> +<p class="t">For us its life-blood gave;</p> +<p class="l">It found on earth no resting-place.</p> +<p class="t">Save only in the grave.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear</p> +<p class="t">The cross with all its scorn?</p> +<p class="l">Or love a faithless, evil world</p> +<p class="t">That wreathed his brow with thorn?</p> +<!-- script: pg("075") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,</p> +<p class="t">Like him obedient still,</p> +<p class="l">We homeward press, through storm or calm,</p> +<p class="t">To Zion's blessed hill.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h108"> +<h3><span class="num">108</span> Olivet. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(242)</span> <i>The Meekness of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How beauteous were the marks divine,</p> +<p class="l">That in thy meekness used to shine;</p> +<p class="l">That lit thy lonely pathway, trod</p> +<p class="l">In wondrous love, O Son of God!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright,</p> +<p class="l">Thou God of God, thou Light of Light!</p> +<p class="l">Oh, who, like thee, did ever go</p> +<p class="l">So patient through a world of woe?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore</p> +<p class="l">The scorn, the scoffs of men before?</p> +<p class="l">So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,</p> +<p class="l">So glorious in humility?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,</p> +<p class="l">Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Yet love, through all thy torture glowed,</p> +<p class="l">And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go,</p> +<p class="l">Illuming all my way of woe!</p> +<p class="l">And give me ever on the road</p> +<p class="l">To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h109"> +<h3><span class="num">109</span> Olivet. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(243)</span> <i>The Teaching of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound</p> +<p class="t">From lips of gentleness and grace,</p> +<p class="l">When listening thousands gathered round,</p> +<p class="t">And joy and reverence filled the place!</p> +<!-- script: pg("076") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke;</p> +<p class="t">To heaven he led his followers' way;</p> +<p class="l">Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,</p> +<p class="t">Unveiling an immortal day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;</p> +<p class="t">Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;"</p> +<p class="l">Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,</p> +<p class="t">Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Bowring, 1823.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h110"> +<h3><span class="num">110</span> Olivet. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(239)</span> <i>Christ's Example.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My dear Redeemer and my Lord,</p> +<p class="l">I read my duty in thy Word;</p> +<p class="l">But in thy life the law appears,</p> +<p class="l">Drawn out in living characters.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,</p> +<p class="l">Such deference to thy Father's will,</p> +<p class="l">Such love and meekness so divine,</p> +<p class="l">I would transcribe and make them mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Cold mountains and the midnight air</p> +<p class="l">Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;</p> +<p class="l">The desert thy temptations knew;</p> +<p class="l">Thy conflict and thy victory too.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear</p> +<p class="l">More of thy gracious image here;</p> +<p class="l">Then God, the Judge, shall own my name</p> +<p class="l">Among the followers of the Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h111"> +<h3><span class="num">111</span> Overberg. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(247)</span> <i>The Miracles of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold! the blind their sight receive;</p> +<p class="l">Behold! the dead awake and live;</p> +<p class="l">The dumb speak wonders, and the lame</p> +<p class="l">Leap, like the hart, and bless his name.</p> +<!-- script: pg("077") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own</p> +<p class="l">And seal the mission of the Son;</p> +<p class="l">The Father vindicates his cause,</p> +<p class="l">While he hangs bleeding on the cross.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;</p> +<p class="l">He rises, the triumphant God!</p> +<p class="l">Behold the Lord ascending high,</p> +<p class="l">No more to bleed, no more to die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Hence, and forever, from my heart,</p> +<p class="l">I bid my doubts and fears depart;</p> +<p class="l">And to those hands my soul resign,</p> +<p class="l">Which bear credentials so divine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h112"> +<h3><span class="num">112</span> Overberg. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(248)</span> <i>Entry into Jerusalem.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ride on! ride on in majesty!</p> +<p class="l">Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;</p> +<p class="l">O Savior meek, pursue thy road</p> +<p class="l">With palms and scattered garments strowed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Bide on! ride on in majesty!</p> +<p class="l">In lowly pomp ride on to die;</p> +<p class="l">O Christ, thy triumphs now begin</p> +<p class="l">O'er captive death and conquered sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!</p> +<p class="l">The angel armies of the sky</p> +<p class="l">Look down with sad and wondering eyes</p> +<p class="l">To see the approaching sacrifice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!</p> +<p class="l">The last and fiercest strife is nigh;</p> +<p class="l">The Father on his sapphire throne</p> +<p class="l">Awaits his own anointed Son.</p> +<!-- script: pg("078") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!</p> +<p class="l">In lowly pomp, ride on to die;</p> +<p class="l">Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,</p> +<p class="l">Then take, O God, thy power and reign.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry Hart Milman, 1827.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h113"> +<h3><span class="num">113</span> Overberg. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(245)</span> <i>The Transfiguration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,</p> +<p class="l">Of glory that the church shall share,</p> +<p class="l">Which Christ upon the mountain shows,</p> +<p class="l">Where brighter than the sun he glows!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From age to age the tale declare,</p> +<p class="l">How with the three disciples there,</p> +<p class="l">Where Moses and Elias meet,</p> +<p class="l">The Lord holds converse high and sweet.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The law and prophets there have place,</p> +<p class="l">Two chosen witnesses of grace;</p> +<p class="l">The Father's voice from out the cloud</p> +<p class="l">Proclaimed his only Son aloud.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 With shining face and bright array</p> +<p class="l">Christ deigns to manifest to-day,</p> +<p class="l">What glory shall be theirs above</p> +<p class="l">Who joy in God with perfect love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h114"> +<h3><span class="num">114</span> Bavaria. 8s & 7s D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(251)</span> <i>Christ Our Example.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ever would I fain be reading,</p> +<p class="t">In the ancient holy Book,</p> +<p class="l">Of my Savior's gentle pleading,</p> +<p class="t">Truth in ev'ry word and look.</p> +<p class="l">How to all the sick and tearful</p> +<p class="t">Help was ever gladly shown;</p> +<p class="l">How he sought the poor and fearful,</p> +<p class="t">Called them brothers and his own.</p> +<!-- script: pg("079") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him,</p> +<p class="t">And was bidden to depart;</p> +<p class="l">How, with gentle words he taught him,</p> +<p class="t">Took the death from out his heart.</p> +<p class="l">Still I read the ancient story,--</p> +<p class="t">And my joy is ever new,--</p> +<p class="l">How for us he left his glory,</p> +<p class="t">How he still is kind and true.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How the flock he gently leadeth,</p> +<p class="t">Whom his Father gave him here;</p> +<p class="l">How his arms he widely spreadeth,</p> +<p class="t">To his heart to draw us near.</p> +<p class="l">Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee,</p> +<p class="t">Let my heart in tears o'erflow,</p> +<p class="l">Melted by thy love adore thee,</p> +<p class="t">Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829.</p> +<p class="author">Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h115"> +<h3><span class="num">115</span> Heber. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(236)</span> <i>The Example of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold where, in the Friend of man,</p> +<p class="t">Appears each grace divine!</p> +<p class="l">The virtues all in Jesus meet,</p> +<p class="t">With mildest radiance shine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,</p> +<p class="t">To give the mourner joy,</p> +<p class="l">To preach glad tidings to the poor,</p> +<p class="t">Was his divine employ.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In the last hour of deep distress,</p> +<p class="t">Before his Father's throne,</p> +<p class="l">With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,</p> +<p class="t">"Thy will, not mine, be done!"</p> +<!-- script: pg("080") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,</p> +<p class="t">His image may we bear;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may we tread his sacred steps,</p> +<p class="t">And his bright glories share.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Endfield, 1802.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h116"> +<h3><span class="num">116</span> Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Christ's Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In vain in high and holy lays</p> +<p class="l">My soul her grateful voice would raise;</p> +<p class="l">For who can sing the worthy praise</p> +<p class="l">Of the wonderful love of Jesus?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Wonderful love! wonderful love!</p> +<p class="t4">Wonderful love of Jesus!</p> +<p class="t3">Wonderful love! wonderful love!</p> +<p class="t4">Wonderful love of Jesus!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A joy by day, a peace by night,</p> +<p class="l">In storms a calm, in darkness light;</p> +<p class="l">In pain a balm, in weakness might,</p> +<p class="l">Is the wonderful love of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My hope for pardon when I call,</p> +<p class="l">My trust for lifting when I fall;</p> +<p class="l">In life, in death, my all in all,</p> +<p class="l">Is the wonderful love of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.S. Lorenz.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h117"> +<h3><span class="num">117</span> Olive's Brow. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(253)</span> <i>Christ in Gethsemane.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow</p> +<p class="t">The star is dimmed that lately shone;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,</p> +<p class="t">The suffering Savior prays alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,</p> +<p class="t">The Savior wrestles lone with fears;</p> +<p class="l">E'en that disciple whom he loved</p> +<p class="t">Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.</p> +<!-- script: pg("081") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt</p> +<p class="t">The man of sorrows weeps in blood;</p> +<p class="l">Yet he that hath in anguish knelt</p> +<p class="t">Is not forsaken by his God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains</p> +<p class="t">Is borne the song that angels know;</p> +<p class="l">Unheard by mortals are the strains</p> +<p class="t">That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W.B. Tappan, 1822.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h118"> +<h3><span class="num">118</span> Windham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(256)</span> <i>"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From Calvary a cry was heard--</p> +<p class="t">A bitter and heart-rending cry;</p> +<p class="l">My Savior! ev'ry mournful word</p> +<p class="t">Bespoke thy soul's deep agony</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A horror of great darkness fell</p> +<p class="t">On thee, thou spotless holy One!</p> +<p class="l">And all the eager hosts of hell</p> +<p class="t">Conspired to tempt God's only Son.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,</p> +<p class="t">These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;</p> +<p class="l">But when Jehovah veiled his face,</p> +<p class="t">Unutterable pangs were thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let the dumb world its silence break;</p> +<p class="t">Let pealing anthems rend the sky;</p> +<p class="l">Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!</p> +<p class="t">He died that we might never die.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John W. Cunningham, 1820.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h119"> +<h3><span class="num">119</span> Zephyr. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(261)</span> <i>Consecration in View of the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When I survey the wondrous cross,</p> +<p class="l">On which the Prince of Glory died,</p> +<p class="l">My richest gain I count but loss,</p> +<p class="l">And pour contempt on all my pride.</p> +<!-- script: pg("082") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,</p> +<p class="l">Save in the death of Christ, my God;</p> +<p class="l">All the vain things that charm me most,</p> +<p class="l">I sacrifice them to his blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet</p> +<p class="l">Sorrow and love flow mingled down;</p> +<p class="l">Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,</p> +<p class="l">Or thorns compose so rich a crown?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Were all the realms of nature mine,</p> +<p class="l">That were a present far too small;</p> +<p class="l">Love so amazing, so divine.</p> +<p class="l">Demands my soul, my life, my all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h120"> +<h3><span class="num">120</span> Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(300)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O sacred head, now wounded!</p> +<p class="l">With grief and shame weighed down,</p> +<p class="l">Now scornfully surrounded</p> +<p class="l">With thorns, thine only crown;</p> +<p class="l">O sacred head, what glory,</p> +<p class="l">What bliss, till now, was thine!</p> +<p class="l">Yet tho' despised and gory,</p> +<p class="l">I joy to call thee mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered</p> +<p class="l">Was all for sinners' gain;</p> +<p class="l">Mine, mine was the transgression,</p> +<p class="l">But thine the deadly pain;</p> +<p class="l">Lo! here I fall, my Savior!</p> +<p class="l">'Tis I deserve thy place;</p> +<p class="l">Look on me with thy favor;</p> +<p class="l">Vouchsafe to me thy grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,</p> +<p class="l">Above all joys beside,</p> +<p class="l">When in thy body broken,</p> +<p class="l">I thus with safety hide;</p> +<!-- script: pg("083") --> +<p class="l">My Lord of life! desiring</p> +<p class="l">Thy glory now to see,</p> +<p class="l">Beside thy cross expiring,</p> +<p class="l">I'd breathe my soul to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Paul Gerhardt, 1659.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h121"> +<h3><span class="num">121</span> Avon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(281)</span> <i>Before the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Alas! and did my Savior bleed?</p> +<p class="t">And did my Sovereign die?</p> +<p class="l">Would he devote that sacred head</p> +<p class="t">For such a worm as I?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Was it for crimes that I have done</p> +<p class="t">He groaned upon the tree?</p> +<p class="l">Amazing pity! grace unknown!</p> +<p class="t">And love beyond degree!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,</p> +<p class="t">And shut his glories in,</p> +<p class="l">When Christ, the mighty Maker, died</p> +<p class="t">For man, the creature's sin!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thus might I hide my blushing face</p> +<p class="t">While his dear cross appears;</p> +<p class="l">Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,</p> +<p class="t">And melt mine eyes to tears.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay</p> +<p class="t">The debt of love I owe;</p> +<p class="l">Here, Lord, I give myself away;</p> +<p class="t">'Tis all that I can do.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Jesus died for you,</p> +<p class="t3">And Jesus died for me,</p> +<p class="t3">Yes, Jesus died for all mankind;</p> +<p class="t3">Bless God, salvation's free.</p> +<!-- script: pg("084") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own,</p> +<p class="t4">And ever faithful be;</p> +<p class="t3">And when thou sittest on thy throne.</p> +<p class="t4">O Lord, remember me.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h122"> +<h3><span class="num">122</span> Avon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Jesus Died for Me.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Great God, when I approach thy throne</p> +<p class="t">And all thy glory see;</p> +<p class="l">This is my stay, and this alone,</p> +<p class="t">That Jesus died for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How can a soul condemned to die,</p> +<p class="t">Escape the just decree?</p> +<p class="l">Helpless and full of sin am I,</p> +<p class="t">But Jesus died for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, how can I get free?</p> +<p class="l">No peace can all my efforts gain,</p> +<p class="t">But Jesus died for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,</p> +<p class="t">This must be all my plea;</p> +<p class="l">Save me by thy almighty grace,</p> +<p class="t">For Jesus died for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h123"> +<h3><span class="num">123</span> Cowper. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(283)</span> <i>Contrition at the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,</p> +<p class="t">While at thy cross I kneel,</p> +<p class="l">Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,</p> +<p class="t">And all thy sorrows feel.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,</p> +<p class="t">This heart so hard before;</p> +<p class="l">I hear thee for the guilty plead,</p> +<p class="t">And grief o'erflows the more.</p> +<!-- script: pg("085") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,</p> +<p class="t">And I a sinner stand;</p> +<p class="l">What love speaks from thy dying eye,</p> +<p class="t">And from each pierced hand!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I know this cleansing blood of thine</p> +<p class="t">Was shed, dear Lord, for me;</p> +<p class="l">For me, for all--oh, grace divine!--</p> +<p class="t">Who look by faith on thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ray Palmer, 1867.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h124"> +<h3><span class="num">124</span> Cowper. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(277)</span> <i>Resting Beneath the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat,</p> +<p class="t">To yonder cross I flee;</p> +<p class="l">Beneath its shelter take my seat:</p> +<p class="t">No shade like this for me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst,</p> +<p class="t">A fountain sparkling free;</p> +<p class="l">And there I quench my desert thirst:</p> +<p class="t">No spring like this for me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent</p> +<p class="t">Beneath this spreading tree;</p> +<p class="l">Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:</p> +<p class="t">No home like this for me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 For burdened ones a resting-place</p> +<p class="t">Beside that cross I see;</p> +<p class="l">Here I cast off my weariness:</p> +<p class="t">No rest like this for me!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar, 1857.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h125"> +<h3><span class="num">125</span> The Cross. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(530)</span> <i>The Precious Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross!</p> +<p class="t">The hallowed cross I see;</p> +<p class="l">Reminding me of precious blood</p> +<p class="t">That once was shed for me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("086") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood,</p> +<p class="t4">That Jesus shed for me;</p> +<p class="t3">Upon the cross, in crimson flood,</p> +<p class="t4">Just now by faith I see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross,</p> +<p class="t">My Savior bore for me;</p> +<p class="l">It bowed him to the earth with grief</p> +<p class="t">On sad Mount Calvary</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, they were made for me!</p> +<p class="l">His hands and feet, his holy head,</p> +<p class="t">All pierced and torn I see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The death, the death, the awful death!</p> +<p class="t">That Jesus died for me;</p> +<p class="l">I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive,"</p> +<p class="t">His bleeding side I see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 The love, the love, the matchless love,</p> +<p class="t">That bled upon the tree!</p> +<p class="l">It melts my heart, it wins my love,</p> +<p class="t">It brings me, Lord, to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.H. Stockton.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h126"> +<h3><span class="num">126</span> Gorton. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(296)</span> <i>Our Ransom Paid.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Our sins on Christ were laid;</p> +<p class="t">He bore the mighty load;</p> +<p class="l">Our ransom price he fully paid</p> +<p class="t">In groans, and tears, and blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To save a world he dies;</p> +<p class="t">Sinners, behold the Lamb!</p> +<p class="l">To him lift up your longing eyes;</p> +<p class="t">Seek mercy in his name.</p> +<!-- script: pg("087") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Pardon and peace abound;</p> +<p class="t">He will your sins forgive;</p> +<p class="l">Salvation in his name is found,--</p> +<p class="t">He bids the sinner live.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus, we look to thee;--</p> +<p class="t">Where else can sinners go?</p> +<p class="l">Thy boundless love shall set us free</p> +<p class="t">From wretchedness and woe.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. Fawcett, 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h127"> +<h3><span class="num">127</span> Gorton. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(300)</span> <i>For Me He Died.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Are there no wounds for me?</p> +<p class="t">Hast thou received them all?</p> +<p class="l">How can I, Lord, the anguish see,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath which thou didst fall?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis over now, I know,--</p> +<p class="t">That suffering life of thine;</p> +<p class="l">Thy precious blood has ceased to flow,</p> +<p class="t">Thou wear'st thy crown divine;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But yet, I weeping see</p> +<p class="t">The thorns which pierced thy head;</p> +<p class="l">Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,</p> +<p class="t">For me to death thou'rt led!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Meekly, with love divine,</p> +<p class="t">Thy holy head is bent,</p> +<p class="l">And streams of blood, for sins of mine,</p> +<p class="t">Flow where thy side is rent.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Beneath this sacred flood</p> +<p class="t">I bow my sinful soul;</p> +<p class="l">Dear Savior, let thy precious blood</p> +<p class="t">Wash me and make me whole.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868.</p> +<!-- script: pg("088") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h128"> +<h3><span class="num">128</span> Owen. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(298)</span> <i>The Savior's Tears.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Did Christ o'er sinners weep,</p> +<p class="t">And shall our cheeks be dry?</p> +<p class="l">Let floods of penitential grief</p> +<p class="t">Burst forth from every eye.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Son of God in tears--</p> +<p class="t">The wondering angels see!</p> +<p class="l">Be thou astonished, O my soul!</p> +<p class="t">He shed those tears for thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He wept--that we might weep--</p> +<p class="t">Each sin demands a tear;</p> +<p class="l">In heaven alone no sin is found,</p> +<p class="t">And there's no weeping there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Beddome, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h129"> +<h3><span class="num">129</span> Toplady. 7s, 6.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(515)</span> <i>Rock of Ages.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rock of ages, cleft for me!</p> +<p class="l">Let me hide myself in thee:</p> +<p class="l">Let the water and the blood,</p> +<p class="l">From thy side a healing flood,</p> +<p class="l">Be of sin the double cure;</p> +<p class="l">Save from wrath and make me pure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Should my tears forever flow,</p> +<p class="l">Should my zeal no languor know,</p> +<p class="l">All for sin could not atone;</p> +<p class="l">Thou must save, and thou alone;</p> +<p class="l">In my hand no price I bring;</p> +<p class="l">Simply to thy cross I cling.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 While I draw this fleeting breath,</p> +<p class="l">When mine eyelids close in death,</p> +<p class="l">When I rise to worlds unknown,</p> +<!-- script: pg("089") --> +<p class="l">See thee on thy judgment throne--</p> +<p class="l">Rock of Ages cleft for me,</p> +<p class="l">Let me hide myself in thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me,</p> +<p class="t3">Let me hide myself in thee,</p> +<p class="t3">Let me hide myself in thee.</p> +</div> +</div> + + +<div class="hymn" id="h130"> +<h3><span class="num">130</span> Salvator Mundi. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(513)</span> <i>The Litany.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">By thy birth, and by thy tears;</p> +<p class="l">By thy human griefs and fears;</p> +<p class="l">By thy conflict in the hour</p> +<p class="l">Of the subtle tempter's power--</p> +<p class="l">Savior, look with pitying eye;</p> +<p class="l">Savior, help me, or I die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 By the tenderness that wept</p> +<p class="l">O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;</p> +<p class="l">By the bitter tears that flow'd</p> +<p class="l">Over Salem's lost abode--</p> +<p class="l">Savior, look with thy pitying eye;</p> +<p class="l">Savior, help me, or I die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;</p> +<p class="l">By the fearful conflict there;</p> +<p class="l">By thy cross and dying cries;</p> +<p class="l">By thy one great sacrifice,--</p> +<p class="l">Savior, look with pitying eye;</p> +<p class="l">Savior, help me, or I die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;</p> +<p class="l">By thy power the lost to save;</p> +<p class="l">By thy high, majestic throne;</p> +<p class="l">By the empire all thine own,--</p> +<p class="l">Savior, look with pitying eye;</p> +<p class="l">Savior, help me, or I die.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sir Robert Grant, 1815.</p> +<!-- script: pg("090") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h131"> +<h3><span class="num">131</span> Rathbun. 8s &7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(979)</span> <i>Glorying in the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In the cross of Christ I glory,</p> +<p class="t">Towering o'er the wrecks of time;</p> +<p class="l">All the light of sacred story</p> +<p class="t">Gathers round its head sublime.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,</p> +<p class="t">Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,</p> +<p class="l">Never shall the cross forsake me;</p> +<p class="t">Lo! it glows with peace and joy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When the sun of bliss is beaming</p> +<p class="t">Light and love upon my way,</p> +<p class="l">From the cross the radiance streaming</p> +<p class="t">Adds more luster to the day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure</p> +<p class="t">By the cross are sanctified;</p> +<p class="l">Peace is there, that knows no measure,</p> +<p class="t">Joys that through all time abide.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sir John Bowring, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h132"> +<h3><span class="num">132</span> Rathbun. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(980)</span> <i>Looking to the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Which before the cross I spend,</p> +<p class="l">Life, and health, and peace possessing,</p> +<p class="t">From the sinner's dying Friend!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing</p> +<p class="t">Mercy's streams in streams of blood:</p> +<p class="l">Precious drops, my soul bedewing,</p> +<p class="t">Plead, and claim my peace, with God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Truly blessed is this station,</p> +<p class="t">Low before the cross to lie,</p> +<p class="l">While I see divine compassion</p> +<p class="t">Floating in his languid eye.</p> +<!-- script: pg("091") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Here it is I find my heaven,</p> +<p class="t">While upon the Lamb I gaze;</p> +<p class="l">Love I much?--I've much forgiven,--</p> +<p class="t">I'm a miracle of grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Love and grief my heart dividing,</p> +<p class="t">With my tears his feet I'll bathe;</p> +<p class="l">Constant still in faith abiding,--</p> +<p class="t">Life deriving from his death.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Allen, 1761.</p> +<p class="author">Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h133"> +<h3><span class="num">133</span> Rathbun. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Price of Salvation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When I view my Savior bleeding,</p> +<p class="t">For my sins upon the tree;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding</p> +<p class="t">Great his love appears to me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.</p> +<p class="t">To impede his labors, came;</p> +<p class="l">Yet they all could not extinguish</p> +<p class="t">Love's eternal, burning flame.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Now redemption is completed,</p> +<p class="t">Full salvation is procured;</p> +<p class="l">Death and Satan are defeated,</p> +<p class="t">By the sufferings he endured.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Now the gracious Mediator,</p> +<p class="t">Risen to the courts of bliss,</p> +<p class="l">Claims for me, a sinful creature,</p> +<p class="t">Pardon, righteousness, and peace!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Sure, such infinite affection</p> +<p class="t">Lays the highest claims to mine;</p> +<p class="l">All my powers, without exception,</p> +<p class="t">Should in fervent praises join.</p> +<!-- script: pg("092") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;</p> +<p class="t">Form me for thyself alone;</p> +<p class="l">I am thy most costly purchase,--</p> +<p class="t">Take possession of thine own.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">R. Lee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h134"> +<h3><span class="num">134</span> What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Return for Christ's Sufferings.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I gave my life for thee,</p> +<p class="l">My precious blood I shed,</p> +<p class="l">That thou mightst ransomed be,</p> +<p class="l">And quickened from the dead;</p> +<p class="l">I gave, I gave my life for thee,</p> +<p class="l">What hast thou given for me?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My Father's house of light,</p> +<p class="l">My glory-circled throne,</p> +<p class="l">I left for earthly night,</p> +<p class="l">For wand'rings sad and lone;</p> +<p class="l">I left, I left it all for thee,</p> +<p class="l">Hast thou left aught for me?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I suffered much for thee,</p> +<p class="l">More than thy tongue can tell,</p> +<p class="l">Of bitterest agony,</p> +<p class="l">To rescue thee from hell;</p> +<p class="l">I've borne, I've borne it all for thee,</p> +<p class="l">What hast thou borne for me?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And I have brought to thee,</p> +<p class="l">Down from my home above,</p> +<p class="l">Salvation full and free,</p> +<p class="l">My pardon and my love;</p> +<p class="l">I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee,</p> +<p class="l">What hast thou brought to me?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frances R. Havergal.</p> +<!-- script: pg("093") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h135"> +<h3><span class="num">135</span> Come to the Cross. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Blessing at the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come to the cross, where the Savior died,</p> +<p class="l">Look to the Lamb that was crucified;</p> +<p class="l">Turn to the mournful and tragic scene,</p> +<p class="l">Gaze on the suffering Nazarene.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!</p> +<p class="t3">Look, for eternal life he will give.</p> +<p class="t3">Come to the cross, where the Savior died,</p> +<p class="t3">Look to the Lamb that was crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Fall at the feet of the dying One,</p> +<p class="l">Trust in the name of the Father's Son;</p> +<p class="l">Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood,</p> +<p class="l">Seek for thy cure in the healing flood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love,</p> +<p class="l">Cherish the hope of a crown above;</p> +<p class="l">Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven,</p> +<p class="l">Lean on the promise of rest in heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. J.H. Martin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h136"> +<h3><span class="num">136</span> Near the Cross. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Near the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, keep me near the cross</p> +<p class="t">There a precious fountain</p> +<p class="l">Free to all--a healing stream,</p> +<p class="t">Flows from Calvary's mountain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--In the cross, in the cross,</p> +<p class="t4">Be my glory ever,</p> +<p class="t3">Till my raptured soul shall find</p> +<p class="t4">Rest beyond the river.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Near the cross, a trembling soul,</p> +<p class="t">Love and mercy found me;</p> +<p class="l">There the bright and morning star</p> +<p class="t">Shed its beams around me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("094") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God,</p> +<p class="t">Bring its scenes before me;</p> +<p class="l">Help me walk from day to day,</p> +<p class="t">With its shadows o'er me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait,</p> +<p class="t">Hoping, trusting ever,</p> +<p class="l">Till I reach the golden strand,</p> +<p class="t">Just beyond the river.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h137"> +<h3><span class="num">137</span> Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Christ's Crucifixion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior,</p> +<p class="l">Saw ye my Savior and God?</p> +<p class="l">Oh! he died on Calvary,</p> +<p class="l">To atone for you and me,</p> +<p class="l">And to purchase our pardon with blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He was extended, he was extended,</p> +<p class="l">Painfully nailed to the cross;</p> +<p class="l">Here he bowed his head and died;</p> +<p class="l">Thus my Lord was crucified,</p> +<p class="l">To atone for a world that was lost.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!</p> +<p class="l">Prince, and the Author of peace!</p> +<p class="l">Oh! he burst the bars of death,</p> +<p class="l">And, triumphant from the earth,</p> +<p class="l">He ascended to mansions of bliss.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There interceding, there interceding,</p> +<p class="l">Pleading that sinners may live;</p> +<p class="l">Crying, "Father, I have died;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, behold my hands and side!</p> +<p class="l">Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"</p> +<!-- script: pg("095") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them</p> +<p class="l">When they repent and believe;</p> +<p class="l">Let them now return to thee,</p> +<p class="l">And be reconciled to me,</p> +<p class="l">And salvation they all shall receive."</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h138"> +<h3><span class="num">138</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(264)</span> <i>Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Deep in our hearts let us record</p> +<p class="l">The deeper sorrows of our Lord;</p> +<p class="l">Behold the rising billows roll,</p> +<p class="l">To overwhelm his holy soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love</p> +<p class="l">Have made the curse a blessing prove;</p> +<p class="l">Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son</p> +<p class="l">Atoned for sins that we have done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The pangs of our expiring Lord</p> +<p class="l">The honors of thy law restored;</p> +<p class="l">His sorrows made thy justice known.</p> +<p class="l">And paid for follies not his own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive,</p> +<p class="l">And let the mourning sinner live;</p> +<p class="l">The Lord will hear us in his name,</p> +<p class="l">Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h139"> +<h3><span class="num">139</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(265)</span> <i>Peace and Safety at the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Beneath thy cross I lay me down,</p> +<p class="l">And mourn to see thy bloody crown;</p> +<p class="l">Love drops in blood from every vein;</p> +<p class="l">Love is the spring of all thy pain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay,</p> +<p class="l">And spend my longing hours away;</p> +<p class="l">Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain,</p> +<p class="l">And contemplate thy woes again.</p> +<!-- script: pg("096") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!</p> +<p class="l">Where inward fears are all suppressed;</p> +<p class="l">Here I shall love, and live secure,</p> +<p class="l">And patiently my cross endure.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. Williams.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h140"> +<h3><span class="num">140</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(270)</span> <i>Thanks to Jesus for His Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O love! who gav'st thy life for me,</p> +<p class="t">And won an everlasting good</p> +<p class="l">Through thy sore anguish on the tree,</p> +<p class="t">I ever think upon thy blood!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved</p> +<p class="t">For this cold heart, unworthy thine,</p> +<p class="l">Whom the cold grave and death received,</p> +<p class="t">I thank thee for that grief divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die</p> +<p class="t">To win eternal life for me,</p> +<p class="l">To bring salvation from on high:</p> +<p class="t">Oh, draw me up through love to thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">From the German. Author unknown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h141"> +<h3><span class="num">141</span> Woodstock. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(309)</span> <i>Christ's Triumph over Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The morning purples all the sky,</p> +<p class="t">The air with praises rings;</p> +<p class="l">Defeated hell stands sullen by,</p> +<p class="t">The world exulting sings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While he, the King all strong to save,</p> +<p class="t">Rends the dark doors away,</p> +<p class="l">And through the breaches of the grave</p> +<p class="t">Strides forth into the day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison</p> +<p class="t">Past fettered he has lain;</p> +<p class="l">But he has mastered death, is risen,</p> +<p class="t">And death wears now the chain.</p> +<!-- script: pg("097") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The shining angels cry, "Away</p> +<p class="t">With grief; no spices bring;</p> +<p class="l">Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,</p> +<p class="t">Should greet the rising King!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h142"> +<h3><span class="num">142</span> Warwick. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(311)</span> <i>Resurrection and Ascension.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hosanna to the Prince of Light,</p> +<p class="t">Who clothed himself in clay,</p> +<p class="l">Entered the iron gates of death,</p> +<p class="t">And tore the bars away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Death is no more the king of dread,</p> +<p class="t">Since our Immanuel rose;</p> +<p class="l">He took the tyrant's sting away,</p> +<p class="t">And spoiled our hellish foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft</p> +<p class="t">And to his Father flies,</p> +<p class="l">With scars of honor in his flesh,</p> +<p class="t">And triumph in his eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There our exalted Savior reigns,</p> +<p class="t">And scatters blessings down;</p> +<p class="l">Our Jesus fills the middle seat</p> +<p class="t">Of the celestial throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h143"> +<h3><span class="num">143</span> Nuremburg. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(322)</span> <i>The Lord is Risen.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,</p> +<p class="l">Sons of men and angels say:</p> +<p class="l">Raise your joys and triumphs high;</p> +<p class="l">Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Love's redeeming work is done;</p> +<p class="l">Fought the fight; the battle won:</p> +<p class="l">Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;</p> +<p class="l">Lo! he sets in blood no more.</p> +<!-- script: pg("098") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--</p> +<p class="l">Christ hath burst the gates of hell;</p> +<p class="l">Death in vain forbids his rise--</p> +<p class="l">Christ hath opened paradise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lives again our glorious King:</p> +<p class="l">Where, O death, is now thy sting?</p> +<p class="l">Once he died our souls to save:</p> +<p class="l">Where's thy victory, boasting grave?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1739.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h144"> +<h3><span class="num">144</span> Pleyel's Hymn. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(325)</span> <i>Resurrection and Ascension.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Angel! roll the rock away;</p> +<p class="l">Death! yield up thy mighty prey;</p> +<p class="l">See! he rises from the tomb,</p> +<p class="l">Glowing with immortal bloom.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise</p> +<p class="l">Fame's eternal trump of praise:</p> +<p class="l">Let the world's remotest bound</p> +<p class="l">Hear the joy-inspiring sound.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,</p> +<p class="l">Let the strains be sweet and strong;</p> +<p class="l">Shout the Son of God, this morn</p> +<p class="l">From his sepulcher new-born.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Heaven displays her portals wide;</p> +<p class="l">Glorious Hero! through them ride!</p> +<p class="l">King of glory! mount the throne--</p> +<p class="l">Thy great Father's and thine own.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Scott, 1772.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h145"> +<h3><span class="num">145</span> Hudson. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(313)</span> <i>The Lord is Risen.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'"The Lord is risen indeed!"</p> +<p class="t">The grave hath lost its prey;</p> +<p class="l">With him shall rise the ransomed seed</p> +<p class="t">To reign in endless day.</p> +<!-- script: pg("099") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "The Lord is risen indeed!"</p> +<p class="t">He lives to die no more;</p> +<p class="l">He lives his people's cause to plead,</p> +<p class="t">Whose curse and shame he bore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "The Lord is risen indeed!"</p> +<p class="t">Attending angels hear;</p> +<p class="l">Up to the courts of heaven with speed,</p> +<p class="t">The joyful tidings bear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then take your golden lyres,</p> +<p class="t">And strike each cheerful chord;</p> +<p class="l">Join all the bright celestial choirs,</p> +<p class="t">To sing our risen Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1804.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h146"> +<h3><span class="num">146</span> Mendon. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(318)</span> <i>Exaltation of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Now for a tune of lofty praise</p> +<p class="l">To great Jehovah's equal Son;</p> +<p class="l">Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,</p> +<p class="l">And tell the wonders he hath done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,</p> +<p class="l">And those bright robes he wore above;</p> +<p class="l">How swift and joyful was his flight,</p> +<p class="l">On wings of everlasting love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Among a thousand harps and songs,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;</p> +<p class="l">His sacred name fills all their tongues</p> +<p class="l">And echoes through the heavenly plains.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h147"> +<h3><span class="num">147</span> Mendon. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(319)</span> <i>The Lord is Risen Indeed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The morning kindles all the sky;</p> +<p class="l">The heavens resound with anthems high;</p> +<p class="l">The shining angels, as they speed,</p> +<p class="l">Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed."</p> +<!-- script: pg("100") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred</p> +<p class="l">While Roman guards kept watch and ward;</p> +<p class="l">Majestic from the spoiled tomb,</p> +<p class="l">In pomp of triumph he has come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When the amazed disciples heard,</p> +<p class="l">Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;</p> +<p class="l">Their Lord's beloved face to see,</p> +<p class="l">Eager they haste to Galilee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 His pierced hands to them he shows;</p> +<p class="l">His face with love's own radiance glows;</p> +<p class="l">They with the angel's message speed,</p> +<p class="l">And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h148"> +<h3><span class="num">148</span> Harmony Grove. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(320)</span> <i>Christ the Unsetting Sun.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hail! morning known among the blest,</p> +<p class="t">Morning of hope, and joy, and love,</p> +<p class="l">Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,</p> +<p class="t">Pledge of the endless rest above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Who from the dead hath brought his Son;</p> +<p class="l">Hope to the lost was then restored,</p> +<p class="t">And everlasting glory won.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye</p> +<p class="t">When our Immanuel left the dead;</p> +<p class="l">Faith marked his bright ascent on high,</p> +<p class="t">And hope with gladness raised her head.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E. Wardlaw, 1814.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h149"> +<h3><span class="num">149</span> Baltzell. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>My Redeemer Lives.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I know that my Redeemer lives!</p> +<p class="l">What comfort this sweet sentence gives;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, he lives, who once was dead;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, my ever-living Head.</p> +<!-- script: pg("101") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He lives, to bless me with his love;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, to plead for me above;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, my hungry soul to feed;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, to bless in time of need;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He lives, to grant me rich supply;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, to guide me with his eye;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, to comfort me when faint;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, to hear my soul's complaint;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, and loves me to the end;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, and while he lives I'll sing;</p> +<p class="l">He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 He lives, all glory to his name!</p> +<p class="l">He lives, my Savior still the same--</p> +<p class="l">Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:</p> +<p class="l">I know that my Redeemer lives.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel Medley, 1789.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h150"> +<h3><span class="num">150</span> Dort. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(329)</span> <i>Glorious Conqueror.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,</p> +<p class="l">Into thy native skies,</p> +<p class="t">Assume thy right;</p> +<p class="l">And where, in many a fold,</p> +<p class="l">The clouds are backward rolled;</p> +<p class="l">Pass thro' these gates of gold,</p> +<p class="t">And reign in light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Victor o'er death and hell,</p> +<p class="l">Cherubic legions swell</p> +<p class="t">The radiant strain;</p> +<p class="l">Praises all heav'n inspire;</p> +<p class="l">Each angel sweeps his lyre,</p> +<p class="l">And claps his wings of fire;</p> +<p class="t">Thou Lamb, once slain.</p> +<!-- script: pg("102") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Enter, incarnate God!</p> +<p class="l">No feet but thine have trod</p> +<p class="t">The serpent down;</p> +<p class="l">Blow the full trumpets, blow!</p> +<p class="l">Wider your portals throw!</p> +<p class="l">Savior, triumphant, go</p> +<p class="t">And take thy crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lion of Judah, hail!</p> +<p class="l">And let thy name prevail</p> +<p class="t">From age to age;</p> +<p class="l">Lord of the rolling years,</p> +<p class="l">Claim for thine own the spheres,</p> +<p class="l">For thou hast bought with tears</p> +<p class="t">Thine heritage.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Matthew Bridges, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h151"> +<h3><span class="num">151</span> Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(354)</span> <i>Jesus Reigns.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hark! ten thousand harps and voices</p> +<p class="t">Sound the note of praise above;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;</p> +<p class="t">Jesus reigns, the God of love;</p> +<p class="l">See, he sits on yonder throne;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus rules the world alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 King of glory! reign forever--</p> +<p class="t">Thine an everlasting crown;</p> +<p class="l">Nothing, from thy love, shall sever</p> +<p class="t">Those whom thou hast made thine own;</p> +<p class="l">Happy objects of thy grace,</p> +<p class="l">Destined to behold thy face.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Savior! hasten thine appearing;</p> +<p class="t">Bring, oh, bring the glorious day</p> +<p class="l">When, the awful summons hearing,</p> +<p class="t">Heaven and earth shall pass away;--</p> +<p class="l">Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,--</p> +<p class="l">"Glory to our King!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1806.</p> +<!-- script: pg("103") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h152"> +<h3><span class="num">152</span> Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(353)</span> <i>The Return to Heaven.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus comes, his conflict over,--</p> +<p class="t">Comes to claim his great reward;</p> +<p class="l">Angels round the Victor hover,</p> +<p class="t">Crowding to behold their Lord;</p> +<p class="l">Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,</p> +<p class="l">Crown him, everlasting King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Yonder throne for him erected,</p> +<p class="t">Now becomes the Victor's seat;</p> +<p class="l">Lo, the man on earth rejected!</p> +<p class="t">Angels worship at his feet:</p> +<p class="l">Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,</p> +<p class="l">Crown him, everlasting King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Day and night they cry before him,--</p> +<p class="t">"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!"</p> +<p class="l">All the powers of heaven adore him,</p> +<p class="t">All obey his sovereign word;</p> +<p class="l">Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,</p> +<p class="l">Crown him, everlasting King.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1804.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h153"> +<h3><span class="num">153</span> Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(333)</span> <i>We Live in Him.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,</p> +<p class="t">See the King in royal state,</p> +<p class="l">Riding on the clouds, his chariot,</p> +<p class="t">To his heavenly palace gate!</p> +<p class="l">Hark! the choirs of angel voices</p> +<p class="t">Joyful hallelujahs sing,</p> +<p class="l">And the portals high are lifted</p> +<p class="t">To receive their heavenly King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Who is this that comes in glory,</p> +<p class="t">With the trump of jubilee?</p> +<p class="l">Lord of battles, God of armies,</p> +<p class="t">He has gained the victory;</p> +<!-- script: pg("104") --> +<p class="l">He, who on the cross did suffer,</p> +<p class="t">He, who from the grave arose,</p> +<p class="l">He has vanquished sin and Satan,</p> +<p class="t">He by death has spoiled his foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thou hast raised our human nature,</p> +<p class="t">On the clouds to God's right hand;</p> +<p class="l">There we sit in heavenly places,</p> +<p class="t">There with thee in glory stand;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus reigns, adored by angels;</p> +<p class="t">Man with God is on the throne;</p> +<p class="l">Mighty Lord! in thine ascension,</p> +<p class="t">We by faith behold our own.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h154"> +<h3><span class="num">154</span> Coronation. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(336)</span> <i>Crown Him Lord of All.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">All hail the power of Jesus' name,</p> +<p class="t">Let angels prostrate fall;</p> +<p class="l">Bring forth the royal diadem,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,</p> +<p class="t">Who fixed this earthly ball;</p> +<p class="l">Now hail the strength of Israel's might,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,</p> +<p class="t">Ye ransomed from the fall,</p> +<p class="l">Hail him who saves you by his grace,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget</p> +<p class="t">The wormwood and the gall;</p> +<p class="l">Go, spread your trophies at his feet,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +<!-- script: pg("105") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Let every kindred, every tribe</p> +<p class="t">On this terrestrial ball,</p> +<p class="l">To him all majesty ascribe,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 O that with yonder sacred throng</p> +<p class="t">We at his feet may fall!</p> +<p class="l">We'll join the everlasting song,</p> +<p class="t">And crown him Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edward Perronet, <i>alt.</i> 1780.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h155"> +<h3><span class="num">155</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(338)</span> <i>The Sympathy of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, let us join in songs of praise</p> +<p class="t">To our ascended Priest;</p> +<p class="l">He entered heaven with all our names</p> +<p class="t">Engraven on his breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Below he washed our guilt away,</p> +<p class="t">By his atoning blood;</p> +<p class="l">Now he appears before the throne,</p> +<p class="t">And pleads our cause with God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows</p> +<p class="t">The weakness of our frame,</p> +<p class="l">And how to shield us from the foes</p> +<p class="t">Which he himself o'ercame.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,</p> +<p class="t">Nor blush to wear his name;</p> +<p class="l">Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,</p> +<p class="t">Our mouths his praise proclaim.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon. 1818.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h156"> +<h3><span class="num">156</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(337)</span> <i>Perfect Through Suffering.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The head, that once was crowned with thorns,</p> +<p class="t">Is crowned with glory now;</p> +<p class="l">A royal diadem adorns</p> +<p class="t">The mighty Victor's brow.</p> +<!-- script: pg("106") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The highest place that heaven affords</p> +<p class="t">Is his--is his by right;</p> +<p class="l">"The King of kings, and Lord of lords,"</p> +<p class="t">And heaven's eternal Light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The joy of all who dwell above,</p> +<p class="t">The joy of all below,</p> +<p class="l">To whom he manifests his love,</p> +<p class="t">And grants his name to know.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To them the cross, with all its shame,</p> +<p class="t">With all its grace, is given;</p> +<p class="l">Their name--an everlasting name;</p> +<p class="t">Their joy--the joy of heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 They suffer with their Lord below,</p> +<p class="t">They reign with him above;</p> +<p class="l">Their profit and their joy--to know</p> +<p class="t">The mystery of his love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 The cross he bore is life and health--</p> +<p class="t">Though shame and death to him;</p> +<p class="l">His people's hope, his people's wealth,</p> +<p class="t">Their everlasting theme.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1820.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h157"> +<h3><span class="num">157</span> Elizabethtown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(341)</span> <i>Christ's Compassion to the Weak.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">With joy we meditate the grace</p> +<p class="t">Of our High Priest above;</p> +<p class="l">His heart is made of tenderness,</p> +<p class="t">His bowels melt with love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Touched with a sympathy within,</p> +<p class="t">He knows our feeble frame;</p> +<p class="l">He knows what sore temptations mean,</p> +<p class="t">For he has felt the same.</p> +<!-- script: pg("107") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,</p> +<p class="t">Poured out his cries and tears;</p> +<p class="l">And, in his measure, feels afresh</p> +<p class="t">What every member bears.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then let our humble faith address</p> +<p class="t">His mercy and his power;</p> +<p class="l">We shall obtain delivering grace</p> +<p class="t">In the distressing hour.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h158"> +<h3><span class="num">158</span>The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Lord is at Hand.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky,</p> +<p class="t">Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year,</p> +<p class="l">And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh,</p> +<p class="t">For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near;</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!</p> +<p class="t3">Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll,</p> +<p class="t3">And the King in his glory shall appear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared,</p> +<p class="t">And the looking for the Savior to appear,</p> +<p class="l">That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared,</p> +<p class="t">For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.</p> +</div> + +<!-- script: pg("108") --> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord,</p> +<p class="t">For the King ere the kingdom must appear;</p> +<p class="l">Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!</p> +<p class="t">Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long,</p> +<p class="t">And the hearts of men are failing them for fear;</p> +<p class="l">Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song,</p> +<p class="t">That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">D. W. Whittle.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h159"> +<h3><span class="num">159</span> Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(224)</span> <i>Christ's Coming Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, thou long-expected Jesus!</p> +<p class="t">Born to set thy people free!</p> +<p class="l">From our fears and sins release us,</p> +<p class="t">Let us find our rest in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Israel's strength and consolation,</p> +<p class="t">Hope of all the earth thou art;</p> +<p class="l">Dear desire of ev'ry nation,</p> +<p class="t">Joy of ev'ry longing heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Born, thy people to deliver;</p> +<p class="t">Born a child, and yet a King;</p> +<p class="l">Born to reign in us forever,</p> +<p class="t">Now thy gracious kingdom bring.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 By thine own eternal Spirit</p> +<p class="t">Rule in all our hearts alone;</p> +<p class="l">By thine all-sufficient merit</p> +<p class="t">Raise us to thy glorious throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1744.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("109") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h160"> +<h3><span class="num">160</span> The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Day of the Lord.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Our Lord is now rejected,</p> +<p class="t">And by the world disowned,</p> +<p class="l">By the many still neglected,</p> +<p class="t">And by the few enthroned,</p> +<p class="l">But soon he'll come in glory,</p> +<p class="t">The hour is drawing nigh,</p> +<p class="t">For the crowning day is coming by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, the crowning day is coming,</p> +<p class="t4">Is coming by and by,</p> +<p class="t3">When our Lord shall come in "power,"</p> +<p class="t4">And "glory" from on high.</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,</p> +<p class="t4">Each waiting, watchful eye,</p> +<p class="t4">In the crowning day that's coming by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The heavens shall glow with splendor,</p> +<p class="t">But brighter far than they</p> +<p class="l">The saints shall shine in glory,</p> +<p class="t">As Christ shall them array,</p> +<p class="l">The beauty of the Savior,</p> +<p class="t">Shall dazzle every eye,</p> +<p class="t">In the crowning day that's coming by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our pain shall then be over,</p> +<p class="t">We'll sin and sigh no more,</p> +<p class="l">Behind us all of sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">And nought but joy before,</p> +<p class="l">A joy in our Redeemer,</p> +<p class="t">As we to him are nigh,</p> +<p class="t">In the crowning day that's coming by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let all that look for, hasten</p> +<p class="t">The coming joyful day,</p> +<p class="l">By earnest consecration,</p> +<p class="t">To walk the narrow way.</p> +<!-- script: pg("110") --> +<p class="l">By gathering in the lost ones,</p> +<p class="t">For whom our Lord did die,</p> +<p class="t">For the crowning day that's coming by and by.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">D.W. Whittle</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h161"> +<h3><span class="num">161</span> Truro. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(907)</span> <i>The Church Longing for Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes</p> +<p class="t">For thine expected coming waits;</p> +<p class="l">When will the promised light arise,</p> +<p class="t">And glory beam from Zion's gates?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,</p> +<p class="t">And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,</p> +<p class="l">Thy words with pleasure we recall,</p> +<p class="t">And deem that our redemption's nigh.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land;</p> +<p class="t">Let Satan from his throne be hurled,</p> +<p class="l">All nations bow to thy command,</p> +<p class="t">And grace revive a dying world.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,</p> +<p class="t">To wait for the appointed hour;</p> +<p class="l">And fit us by thy grace to share,</p> +<p class="t">The triumphs of thy conquering power.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William H. Bathurst, 1831.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h162"> +<h3><span class="num">162</span> Middletown. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(615)</span> <i>Crown Him Lord of All.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Crown his head with endless blessing,</p> +<p class="l">Who, in God the Father's name,</p> +<p class="l">With compassions never ceasing,</p> +<p class="l">Comes salvation to proclaim.</p> +<p class="l">Hail, ye saints, who know his favor,</p> +<p class="l">Who within his gates are found;</p> +<p class="l">Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior,</p> +<p class="l">Let his courts with praise resound.</p> +<!-- script: pg("111") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;</p> +<p class="l">Thee our Savior! thee our God!</p> +<p class="l">From his throne his beams of glory</p> +<p class="l">Shine through all the world abroad.</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, thee our Savior hailing</p> +<p class="l">Thee our God in praise we own;</p> +<p class="l">Highest honors, never failing,</p> +<p class="l">Rise eternal round thy throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Goode, 1811.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h163"> +<h3><span class="num">163</span> Abt. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(616)</span> <i>Much Forgiven.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!</p> +<p class="t">Only thee I wish to sing.</p> +<p class="l">To my soul, thy name is precious,</p> +<p class="t">Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!</p> +<p class="t">Oh! what joy and happiness!</p> +<p class="l">Love I much? I've much forgiven;</p> +<p class="t">I'm a miracle of grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,</p> +<p class="t">Unconcerned in sin I lay;</p> +<p class="l">Swift destruction still pursuing,</p> +<p class="t">Till my Savior passed that way</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Witness, all ye host of heaven!</p> +<p class="t">My Redeemer's tenderness;</p> +<p class="l">Love I much? I've much forgiven;</p> +<p class="t">I'm a miracle of grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir!</p> +<p class="t">Praise the Lamb enthroned above;</p> +<p class="l">Whilst, astonished, I admire</p> +<p class="t">God's free grace, and boundless love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("112") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 That blest moment I received him,</p> +<p class="t">Filled my soul with joy and peace:</p> +<p class="l">Love I much? I've much forgiven;</p> +<p class="t">I'm a miracle of grace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Wingrove, 1806.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h164"> +<h3><span class="num">164</span> Olivet. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(386)</span> <i>Veni, Sancte Spiritus!</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, Holy Ghost! in love,</p> +<p class="l">Shed on us, from above,</p> +<p class="t">Thine own bright ray:</p> +<p class="l">Divinely good thou art;</p> +<p class="l">Thy sacred gifts impart,</p> +<p class="l">To gladden each sad heart;</p> +<p class="t">Oh! come to-day!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,</p> +<p class="l">Our most delightful Guest!</p> +<p class="t">With soothing power;</p> +<p class="l">Rest, which the weary know;</p> +<p class="l">Shade, 'mid the noontide glow;</p> +<p class="l">Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow;</p> +<p class="t">Cheer us, this hour!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come, Light serene, and still</p> +<p class="l">Our inmost bosoms fill;</p> +<p class="t">Dwell in each breast:</p> +<p class="l">We know no dawn but thine;</p> +<p class="l">Send forth thy beams divine,</p> +<p class="l">On our dark souls to shine,</p> +<p class="t">And make us blest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Exalt our low desires;</p> +<p class="l">Extinguish passion's fires;</p> +<p class="t">Heal every wound;</p> +<p class="l">Our stubborn spirits bend;</p> +<p class="l">Our icy coldness end;</p> +<p class="l">Our devious steps attend,</p> +<p class="t">While heavenward bound.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("113") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h165"> +<h3><span class="num">165</span> Olivet. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(387)</span> <i>The Spirit of Truth.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Thou! whose almighty word</p> +<p class="l">Chaos and darkness heard,</p> +<p class="t">And took their flight,</p> +<p class="l">Hear us, we humbly pray,</p> +<p class="l">And, where the gospel's day</p> +<p class="l">Sheds not its glorious ray,</p> +<p class="t">"Let there be light!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou! who didst come to bring,</p> +<p class="l">On thy redeeming wing,</p> +<p class="t">Healing and sight,</p> +<p class="l">Health to the sick in mind,</p> +<p class="l">Sight to the inly blind;--</p> +<p class="l">Oh! now to all mankind,</p> +<p class="t">"Let there be light!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Spirit of truth and love,</p> +<p class="l">Life-giving holy Dove!</p> +<p class="t">Speed forth thy flight:</p> +<p class="l">Move o'er the water's face,</p> +<p class="l">Bearing the lamp of grace,</p> +<p class="l">And, in earth's darkest place,</p> +<p class="t">"Let there be light!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Marriott, 1813.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h166"> +<h3><span class="num">166</span> Balerma. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(363)</span> <i>Breathing after the Holy Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!</p> +<p class="t">With all thy quickening powers,--</p> +<p class="l">Kindle a flame of sacred love,</p> +<p class="t">In these cold hearts of ours.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Look--how we grovel here below,</p> +<p class="t">Fond of these trifling toys!</p> +<p class="l">Our souls, how heavily they go,</p> +<p class="t">To reach eternal joys.</p> +<!-- script: pg("114") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In vain we tune our formal songs,</p> +<p class="t">In vain we strive to rise;</p> +<p class="l">Hosannas languish on our tongues,</p> +<p class="t">And our devotion dies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,</p> +<p class="t">At this poor dying rate?</p> +<p class="l">Our love so faint, so cold to thee,</p> +<p class="t">And thine to us so great?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove</p> +<p class="t">With all thy quickening powers;</p> +<p class="l">Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,</p> +<p class="t">And that shall kindle ours.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h167"> +<h3><span class="num">167</span> Balerma. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(364)</span> <i>The Source of Life and Light.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Great Spirit! by whose mighty power</p> +<p class="t">All creatures live and move,</p> +<p class="l">On us thy benediction shower;</p> +<p class="t">Inspire our souls with love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;</p> +<p class="t">Darkness and doubt dispel;</p> +<p class="l">Give peace and joy, for we are thine;</p> +<p class="t">In us forever dwell.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 From death to life our spirits raise;</p> +<p class="t">Complete redemption bring;</p> +<p class="l">New tongues impart to speak the praise</p> +<p class="t">Of Christ, our God and King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown</p> +<p class="t">To all the world beside;</p> +<p class="l">Exalting, then, we feel, and own</p> +<p class="t">Our Jesus glorified.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Howels, 1792.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("115") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h168"> +<h3><span class="num">168</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(369)</span> <i>The Descent of the Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Spirit Divine! attend our prayers,</p> +<p class="t">And make this house thy home;</p> +<p class="l">Descend with all thy gracious powers,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, come, great Spirit! come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Come as the light; to us reveal</p> +<p class="t">Our emptiness and woe;</p> +<p class="l">And lead us in those paths of life</p> +<p class="t">Where all the righteous go.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts,</p> +<p class="t">Like sacrificial flame;</p> +<p class="l">Let our whole soul an offering be</p> +<p class="t">To our Redeemer's name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings,</p> +<p class="t">The wings of peaceful love;</p> +<p class="l">And let thy church on earth become</p> +<p class="t">Blessed as the church above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound</p> +<p class="t">And pentecostal grace;</p> +<p class="l">That all, of woman born, may see</p> +<p class="t">The glory of thy face.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Andrew Reed, 1841.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h169"> +<h3><span class="num">169</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Assurance.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Why should the children of a King</p> +<p class="t">Go mourning all their days?</p> +<p class="l">Great Comforter, descend, and bring</p> +<p class="t">Some tokens of thy grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,</p> +<p class="t">And seal the heirs of heaven?</p> +<p class="l">When wilt thou banish my complaints,</p> +<p class="t">And show my sins forgiven?</p> +<!-- script: pg("116") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Assure my conscience of her part</p> +<p class="t">In the Redeemer's blood;</p> +<p class="l">And bear thy witness with my heart,</p> +<p class="t">That I am born of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thou art the earnest of his love,</p> +<p class="t">The pledge of joys to come;</p> +<p class="l">And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,</p> +<p class="t">Will safe convey me home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h170"> +<h3><span class="num">170</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(366)</span> <i>The Spirit's Work.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Eternal Spirit! by whose power</p> +<p class="t">Are burst the bands of death,</p> +<p class="l">On our cold hearts thy blessings shower,</p> +<p class="t">And stir them with thy breath.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way,</p> +<p class="t">Each rising fear control,</p> +<p class="l">And, with a warm, enlivening ray,</p> +<p class="t">To melt the icy soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed,</p> +<p class="t">To raise us when we fall;</p> +<p class="l">To calm the doubting, troubled breast,</p> +<p class="t">And aid when sinners call.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word,</p> +<p class="t">And write it on our heart;</p> +<p class="l">There its reviving truths record,</p> +<p class="t">And there its peace impart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus</p> +<p class="t">Our hearts, and guide our ways;</p> +<p class="l">Pour down thy quickening grace on us,</p> +<p class="t">And tune our lips to praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830.</p> +<!-- script: pg("117") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h171"> +<h3><span class="num">171</span> Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Guide.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Holy Spirit, faithful Guide,</p> +<p class="l">Ever near the Christian's side;</p> +<p class="l">Gently lead us by the hand,</p> +<p class="l">Pilgrims in a desert land;</p> +<p class="l">Weary souls fore'er rejoice,</p> +<p class="l">While they hear that sweetest voice</p> +<p class="l">Whisper softly, wanderer come!</p> +<p class="l">Follow me, I'll guide thee home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Ever present, truest Friend,</p> +<p class="l">Ever near thine aid to lend,</p> +<p class="l">Leave us not to doubt and fear,</p> +<p class="l">Groping on in darkness drear,</p> +<p class="l">When the storms are raging sore,</p> +<p class="l">Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er</p> +<p class="l">Whisper softly, wanderer come!</p> +<p class="l">Follow me, I'll guide thee home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When our days of toil shall cease,</p> +<p class="l">Waiting still for sweet release,</p> +<p class="l">Nothing left but heaven and prayer,</p> +<p class="l">Wondering if our names were there;</p> +<p class="l">Wading deep the dismal flood,</p> +<p class="l">Pleading nought but Jesus' blood,</p> +<p class="l">Whisper softly, wanderer come!</p> +<p class="l">Follow me, I'll guide thee home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M.M. Wells.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h172"> +<h3><span class="num">172</span> Pleyel. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(383)</span> <i>The Holy Spirit in Conversion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Gracious Spirit, love divine,</p> +<p class="t">Let thy light within me shine;</p> +<p class="l">All my guilty fears remove,</p> +<p class="t">Fill me full of heaven and love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("118") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,</p> +<p class="t">Set the burdened sinner free;</p> +<p class="l">Lead me to the Lamb of God,</p> +<p class="t">Wash me in his precious blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Life and peace to me impart!</p> +<p class="t">Seal salvation on my heart;</p> +<p class="l">Breathe thyself into my breast,</p> +<p class="t">Earnest of immortal rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let me never from thee stray,</p> +<p class="t">Keep me in the narrow way;</p> +<p class="l">Fill my soul with joy divine,</p> +<p class="t">Keep me, Lord, forever thine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Stocker, 1776.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h173"> +<h3><span class="num">173</span> Zephyr. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(375)</span> <i>The Descent of the Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love,</p> +<p class="l">Who sitt'st enthroned in light above!</p> +<p class="l">Descend, and bear us on thy wings,</p> +<p class="l">Far from these low and fleeting things.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal,</p> +<p class="l">'Tis thine to make the hardened feel;</p> +<p class="l">Thine to give light to blinded eyes,</p> +<p class="l">And bid the groveling spirit rise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When faith is weak, and courage fails,</p> +<p class="l">When grief or doubt our soul assails,</p> +<p class="l">Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer?</p> +<p class="l">Great Comforter! be ever near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire;</p> +<p class="l">With burning zeal our souls inspire;</p> +<p class="l">Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm,</p> +<p class="l">Our joys refresh, our passions calm.</p> +<!-- script: pg("119") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam;</p> +<p class="l">Come like the cooling, cleansing stream;</p> +<p class="l">With all thy graces present be:--</p> +<p class="l">Spirit of God! we wait for thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Lindsay Alexander, 1867.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h174"> +<h3><span class="num">174</span> Whitefield. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(378)</span> <i>The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, Holy Spirit, come;</p> +<p class="t">Let thy bright beams arise,</p> +<p class="l">Dispel the sorrow from our minds,</p> +<p class="t">The darkness from our eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Revive our drooping faith,</p> +<p class="t">Our doubts and fears remove,</p> +<p class="l">And kindle in our breasts the flame</p> +<p class="t">Of never dying love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,</p> +<p class="t">To sanctify the soul,</p> +<p class="l">To pour fresh life in ev'ry part,</p> +<p class="t">And new create the whole.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts;</p> +<p class="t">Our minds from bondage free.</p> +<p class="l">Then shall we know, and praise, and love,</p> +<p class="t">The Father, Son, and thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Hart, 1759.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h175"> +<h3><span class="num">175</span> Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Fullness of the Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit;</p> +<p class="t">Bathe my trembling heart and brow;</p> +<p class="l">Fill me with thy hallowed presence,</p> +<p class="t">Come, oh, come and fill me now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Fill me now, fill me now;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus, come, and fill me now;</p> +<p class="t3">Fill me with thy hallowed presence,</p> +<p class="t3">Come, oh, come, and fill me now.</p> +<!-- script: pg("120") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit,</p> +<p class="t">Tho' I cannot tell thee how;</p> +<p class="l">But I need thee, greatly need thee,</p> +<p class="t">Come, oh, come, and fill me now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I am weakness, full of weakness;</p> +<p class="t">At thy sacred feet I bow;</p> +<p class="l">Blest, divine, eternal Spirit,</p> +<p class="t">Fill with power, and fill me now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me;</p> +<p class="t">Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow;</p> +<p class="l">Thou art comforting and saving,</p> +<p class="t">Thou art sweetly filling now.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.H. Stokes, D.D.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h176"> +<h3><span class="num">176</span> Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Guide and Comforter.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Ever watchful, ever kind,</p> +<p class="l">Thy celestial aid possessing,</p> +<p class="t">Prisoned souls deliverance find.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union,</p> +<p class="t">Source of light, and Flame of love,</p> +<p class="l">Symbol of divine communion,</p> +<p class="t">In the olive-bearing dove.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error,</p> +<p class="t">Comforter of minds distressed,</p> +<p class="l">When the billows fill with terror;</p> +<p class="t">Pointing to an ark of rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit,</p> +<p class="t">Greater than all gifts below,</p> +<p class="l">May our hearts thy grace inherit;</p> +<p class="t">May our lips thy glories show!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas J. Judkin.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("121") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h177"> +<h3><span class="num">177</span> Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Source of Consolation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness;</p> +<p class="t">Pierce the clouds of nature's night;</p> +<p class="l">Come, thou Source of joy and gladness,</p> +<p class="t">Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From the height which knows no measure,</p> +<p class="t">As a gracious shower descend,</p> +<p class="l">Bringing down the richest treasure</p> +<p class="t">Man can wish, or God can send.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Author of the new creation,</p> +<p class="t">Come with unction and with power;</p> +<p class="l">Make our hearts thy habitation;</p> +<p class="t">On our souls thy graces shower.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Hear, O hear our supplication,</p> +<p class="t">Blessed Spirit, God of peace!</p> +<p class="l">Rest upon this congregation,</p> +<p class="t">With the fullness of thy grace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Paul Gerhardt, 1653.</p> +<p class="author">Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h178"> +<h3><span class="num">178</span> Kentucky. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(405)</span> <i>Guilt and Helplessness of Man.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ah! how shall fallen man</p> +<p class="t">Be just before his God?</p> +<p class="l">If he contend in righteousness,</p> +<p class="t">We fall beneath his rod.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 If he our ways should mark</p> +<p class="t">With strict inquiring eyes,</p> +<p class="l">Could we for one of thousand faults</p> +<p class="t">A just excuse devise?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 All-seeing, powerful God,</p> +<p class="t">Who can with thee contend?</p> +<p class="l">Or who that tries the unequal strife,</p> +<p class="t">Shall prosper in the end?</p> +<!-- script: pg("122") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ah! how shall guilty man</p> +<p class="t">Contend with such a God?</p> +<p class="l">None, none can meet him and escape,</p> +<p class="t">But through the Savior's blood.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h179"> +<h3><span class="num">179</span> Kentucky. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(406)</span> <i>An Evil Heart.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Astonished and distressed,</p> +<p class="t">I turn mine eyes within;</p> +<p class="l">My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,</p> +<p class="t">The source of every sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What crowds of evil thoughts,</p> +<p class="t">What vile affections there!</p> +<p class="l">Envy and pride, deceit and guile,</p> +<p class="t">Distrust and slavish fear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Almighty King of saints!</p> +<p class="t">These tyrant lusts subdue;</p> +<p class="l">Drive the old serpent from his seat,</p> +<p class="t">And all my powers renew.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 This done,--my cheerful voice</p> +<p class="t">Shall loud hosannas raise;</p> +<p class="l">My heart shall glow with gratitude,</p> +<p class="t">My lips be filled with praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Beddome, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h180"> +<h3><span class="num">180</span> Olmutz. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(407)</span> <i>The Reign of Sin.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How heavy is the night</p> +<p class="t">That hangs upon our eyes,</p> +<p class="l">Till Christ with his reviving light</p> +<p class="t">Over our souls arise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Our guilty spirits dread</p> +<p class="t">To meet the wrath of heaven;</p> +<p class="l">But, in his righteousness arrayed,</p> +<p class="t">We see our sins forgiven.</p> +<!-- script: pg("123") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The powers of hell agree</p> +<p class="t">To hold our souls in vain;</p> +<p class="l">He sets the sons of bondage free,</p> +<p class="t">And breaks the cursed chain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord, we adore thy ways</p> +<p class="t">To bring us near to God,</p> +<p class="l">Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,</p> +<p class="t">And thine atoning blood.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h181"> +<h3><span class="num">181</span> Downs. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(396)</span> <i>The Need of Regeneration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How helpless guilty nature lies,</p> +<p class="t">Unconscious of its load!</p> +<p class="l">The heart, unchanged, can never rise</p> +<p class="t">To happiness and God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,</p> +<p class="t">The stubborn will subdue?</p> +<p class="l">'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,</p> +<p class="t">To form the heart anew.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,</p> +<p class="t">And upward bid them rise;</p> +<p class="l">To make the scales of error fall,</p> +<p class="t">From reason's darkened eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,</p> +<p class="t">And give them life divine;</p> +<p class="l">Then shall our passions and our powers,</p> +<p class="t">Almighty Lord! be thine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h182"> +<h3><span class="num">182</span> Downs. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(397)</span> <i>Pardon and Sanctification in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sad our state by nature is!</p> +<p class="t">Our sin--how deep it stains!</p> +<p class="l">And Satan binds our captive minds,</p> +<p class="t">Fast in his slavish chains.</p> +<!-- script: pg("124") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace</p> +<p class="t">Sounds from the sacred word;--</p> +<p class="l">"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come</p> +<p class="t">And trust a faithful Lord."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My soul obeys the gracious call</p> +<p class="t">And runs to this relief;</p> +<p class="l">I would believe thy promise, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Oh! help my unbelief.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,</p> +<p class="t">Incarnate God! I fly;</p> +<p class="l">Here let me wash my spotted soul,</p> +<p class="t">From crimes of deepest dye.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,</p> +<p class="t">On thy kind arms I fall;</p> +<p class="l">Be thou my strength and righteousness</p> +<p class="t">My Jesus, and my all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h183"> +<h3><span class="num">183</span> Downs. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(400)</span> <i>Man's Need of the New Birth.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sinners, this solemn truth regard,</p> +<p class="t">Hear, all ye sons of men;</p> +<p class="l">For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,</p> +<p class="t">"Ye must be born again."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,</p> +<p class="t">The sinner's boast is vain;</p> +<p class="l">Thus saith the glorious Son of God,</p> +<p class="t">"Ye must be born again."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 That which is born of flesh is flesh,</p> +<p class="t">And flesh it will remain:</p> +<p class="l">Then marvel not that Jesus saith,</p> +<p class="t">"Ye must be born again."</p> +<!-- script: pg("125") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,</p> +<p class="t">And breathe on sinners slain:</p> +<p class="l">Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,</p> +<p class="t">That we are born again.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Fawcett.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h184"> +<h3><span class="num">184</span> Rockbridge. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(402)</span> <i>Man's Need of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Buried in shadows of the night</p> +<p class="l">We lie, till Christ restores the light;</p> +<p class="l">Till he descends to heal the blind,</p> +<p class="l">And chase the darkness of the mind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,</p> +<p class="l">Till his atoning blood appears;</p> +<p class="l">Then we awake from deep distress,</p> +<p class="l">And sing the Lord our righteousness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,</p> +<p class="l">And binds his slaves in heavy chains;</p> +<p class="l">He sets the prisoners free, and breaks</p> +<p class="l">The iron bondage from our necks.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess</p> +<p class="l">Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness</p> +<p class="l">Thou art our mighty all, and we</p> +<p class="l">Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h185"> +<h3><span class="num">185</span> Melody. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(399)</span> <i>Law and Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Vain are the hopes, the sons of men</p> +<p class="t">On their own works have built;</p> +<p class="l">Their hearts by nature all unclean,</p> +<p class="t">And all their actions, guilt.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,</p> +<p class="t">Without a murm'ring word;</p> +<p class="l">And the whole race of Adam stand</p> +<p class="t">Guilty before the Lord.</p> +<!-- script: pg("126") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In vain we ask God's righteous law</p> +<p class="t">To justify us now,</p> +<p class="l">Since to convince, and to condemn,</p> +<p class="t">Is all the law can do.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!</p> +<p class="t">When in thy name we trust,</p> +<p class="l">Our faith receives a righteousness,</p> +<p class="t">That makes the sinner just.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h186"> +<h3><span class="num">186</span> Glorious Fountain. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(407)</span> <i>Glorious Fountain.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a fountain filled with blood,</p> +<p class="t">Drawn from Immanuel's veins,</p> +<p class="l">And sinners plunged beneath that flood,</p> +<p class="t">Lose all their guilty stains.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, glorious fountain!</p> +<p class="t4">Here will I stay,</p> +<p class="t3">And in thee ever</p> +<p class="t4">Wash my sins away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,</p> +<p class="t">That fountain in his day,</p> +<p class="l">And there may I, though vile as he,</p> +<p class="t">Wash all my sins away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,</p> +<p class="t">Shall never lose its power,</p> +<p class="l">Till all the ransomed church of God,</p> +<p class="t">Are saved to sin no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream</p> +<p class="t">Thy flowing wounds supply,</p> +<p class="l">Redeeming love has been my theme,</p> +<p class="t">And shall be till I die.</p> +<!-- script: pg("127") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue</p> +<p class="t">Lies silent in the grave,</p> +<p class="l">Then in a nobler, sweeter song,</p> +<p class="t">I'll sing thy power to save.</p> +</div> + +</div><p class="author">William Cowper, 1779.</p> + +<div class="hymn" id="h187"> +<h3><span class="num">187</span> Siloam. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(488)</span> <i>The All-Sufficient Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When wounded sore, the stricken soul</p> +<p class="t">Lies bleeding and unbound:</p> +<p class="l">One hand alone, a pierced hand,</p> +<p class="t">Can heal the sinner's wound.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,</p> +<p class="t">And tears of anguish flow,</p> +<p class="l">One heart alone, a broken heart,</p> +<p class="t">Can feel the sinner's woe.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,</p> +<p class="t">His hand, that brings relief;</p> +<p class="l">His heart, that's touched with all our joys,</p> +<p class="t">And feeleth for our grief.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Unseal that cleansing tide;</p> +<p class="l">We have no shelter from our sin,</p> +<p class="t">But in thy wounded side.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h188"> +<h3><span class="num">188</span> Siloam. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Salvation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!</p> +<p class="t">What pleasure to our ears;</p> +<p class="l">A sovereign balm for every wound,</p> +<p class="t">A cordial for our fears.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Salvation! let the echo fly</p> +<p class="t">The spacious earth around,</p> +<p class="l">While all the armies of the sky</p> +<p class="t">Conspire to raise the sound.</p> +<!-- script: pg("128") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!</p> +<p class="t">To Thee the praise belongs:</p> +<p class="l">Salvation shall inspire our hearts,</p> +<p class="t">And dwell upon our tongues.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h189"> +<h3><span class="num">189</span> Dunbar. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(446)</span> <i>All Invited.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How, vast, how full, how free,</p> +<p class="t">The mercy of our God!</p> +<p class="l">Proclaim the blessed news around,</p> +<p class="t">And spread it all abroad.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I'm glad salvation's free!</p> +<p class="t3">I'm glad salvation's free!</p> +<p class="t3">Salvation's free for you and me,</p> +<p class="t3">I'm glad salvation's free!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How vast! "whoever will"</p> +<p class="t">May drink at mercy's stream,</p> +<p class="l">And know that faith in Jesus brings</p> +<p class="t">Salvation now to him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How full! it doth remove</p> +<p class="t">The stain of every sin;</p> +<p class="l">And makes the soul as white and pure,</p> +<p class="t">As though no sin had been.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Poor trembling sinner, come!</p> +<p class="t">God waits to comfort thee,</p> +<p class="l">Come, cast thyself upon his love,</p> +<p class="t">So vast, so full, so free.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Vestry H. & T. Book.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h190"> +<h3><span class="num">190</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(297)</span> <i>The Better Sacrifice.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Not all the blood of beasts,</p> +<p class="t">On Jewish altars slain,</p> +<p class="l">Could give the guilty conscience peace,</p> +<p class="t">Or wash away the stain.</p> +<!-- script: pg("129") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,</p> +<p class="t">Takes all our sins away;</p> +<p class="l">A sacrifice of nobler name,</p> +<p class="t">And richer blood than they.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My faith would lay her hand</p> +<p class="t">On that dear head of Thine,</p> +<p class="l">While like a penitent I stand,</p> +<p class="t">And there confess my sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 My soul looks back to see</p> +<p class="t">The burden thou didst bear;</p> +<p class="l">While hanging on the cursed tree,</p> +<p class="t">And knows her guilt was there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h191"> +<h3><span class="num">191</span> Jesus Saves. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Atonement for All.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We have heard the joyful sound,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Spread the tidings all around,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Bear the news to ev'ry land,</p> +<p class="t">Climb the steeps and cross the waves;</p> +<p class="l">Onward! 'tis our Lord's command;</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Waft it on the rolling tide,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Tell to sinners far and wide,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Sing, ye islands of the sea,</p> +<p class="t">Echo back, ye ocean caves;</p> +<p class="l">Earth shall keep her jubilee;</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sing above the battle strife,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">By his death and endless life,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<!-- script: pg("130") --> +<p class="l">Sing it softly thro' the gloom,</p> +<p class="t">When the heart for mercy craves;</p> +<p class="l">Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Give the winds a mighty voice,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Let the nations now rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +<p class="l">Shout salvation full and free,</p> +<p class="t">Highest hills and deepest caves;</p> +<p class="l">This our song of victory,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus saves, Jesus saves!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Priscilla J. Owens.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h192"> +<h3><span class="num">192</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Ark of Salvation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Like Noah's weary dove</p> +<p class="t">That soared the earth around,</p> +<p class="l">But not a resting place above</p> +<p class="t">The cheerless waters found,</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,</p> +<p class="t">On restless wing to roam;</p> +<p class="l">All the wide world, to either pole,</p> +<p class="t">Has not for thee a home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Behold the ark of God,</p> +<p class="t">Behold the open door;</p> +<p class="l">Hasten to gain that dear abode,</p> +<p class="t">And rove, my soul, no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There safe thou shalt abide,</p> +<p class="t">There sweet shall be thy rest,</p> +<p class="l">And every longing satisfied,</p> +<p class="t">With full salvation blessed.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. A. Muhlenberg.</p> +<!-- script: pg("131") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h193"> +<h3><span class="num">193</span> Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>A Joyful Message.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sinners Jesus will receive;</p> +<p class="t">Sound this word of grace to all</p> +<p class="l">Who the heavenly pathway leave,</p> +<p class="t">All who linger, all who fall.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;</p> +<p class="t2"> Christ receiveth sinful men,</p> +<p class="t2"> Make the message clear and plain:</p> +<p class="t2"> Christ receiveth sinful men.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Come, and he will give you rest;</p> +<p class="t">Trust him for his word is plain;</p> +<p class="l">He will take the sinfulest;</p> +<p class="t">Christ receiveth sinful men.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Now my heart condemns me not,</p> +<p class="t">Pure before the law I stand;</p> +<p class="l">He who cleansed me from all spot,</p> +<p class="t">Satisfied its last demand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Christ receiveth sinful men,</p> +<p class="t">Even me with all my sin;</p> +<p class="l">Purged from every spot and stain,</p> +<p class="t">Heaven with him I'll enter in.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h194"> +<h3><span class="num">194</span> Depth of Mercy. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(501)</span> <i>The Chief of Sinners</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Depth of mercy! can there be</p> +<p class="l">Mercy still reserved for me?</p> +<p class="l">Can my God his wrath forbear?</p> +<p class="l">Me, the chief of sinners, spare?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--God is love; I know, I feel;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus weeps and loves me still;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus weeps and loves me still.</p> +<!-- script: pg("132") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I have long withstood his grace,</p> +<p class="l">Long provoked him to his face;</p> +<p class="l">Would not hearken to his calls;</p> +<p class="l">Grieved him by a thousand falls.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There for me the Savior stands;</p> +<p class="l">Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;</p> +<p class="l">God is love; I know, I feel;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus weeps, and loves me still.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Now incline me to repent;</p> +<p class="l">Let me now my fall lament;</p> +<p class="l">Now my foul revolt deplore;</p> +<p class="l">Weep, believe, and sin no more.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h195"> +<h3><span class="num">195</span> Lenox. H.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(461)</span> <i>The Jubilee Proclaimed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Blow ye the trumpet, blow!</p> +<p class="t">The gladly solemn sound,</p> +<p class="l">Let all the nations know,</p> +<p class="t">To earth's remotest bound,</p> +<p class="l">The year of jubilee is come,</p> +<p class="l">Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Jesus, our great High Priest,</p> +<p class="t">Hath full atonement made:</p> +<p class="l">Ye weary spirits! rest,</p> +<p class="t">Ye mournful souls! be glad;</p> +<p class="l">The year of jubilee is come;</p> +<p class="l">Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Extol the Lamb of God,--</p> +<p class="t">The all-atoning Lamb;</p> +<p class="l">Redemption in his blood,</p> +<p class="t">Throughout the world, proclaim;</p> +<p class="l">The year of jubilee is come;</p> +<p class="l">Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.</p> +<!-- script: pg("133") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ye, who have sold for naught</p> +<p class="t">Your heritage above!</p> +<p class="l">Shall have it back unbought,</p> +<p class="t">The gift of Jesus' love;</p> +<p class="l">The year of jubilee is come;</p> +<p class="l">Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1755.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h196"> +<h3><span class="num">196</span> Lenox. H. M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Sacrifice.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Arise, my soul, arise,</p> +<p class="t">Shake off thy guilty fears;</p> +<p class="l">The bleeding sacrifice</p> +<p class="t">In my behalf appears;</p> +<p class="l">Before the throne my Surety stands,</p> +<p class="l">My name is written on his hands.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He ever lives above,</p> +<p class="t">For me to intercede;</p> +<p class="l">His all-redeeming love,</p> +<p class="t">His precious blood to plead;</p> +<p class="l">His blood atoned for all our race,</p> +<p class="l">And sprinkles now the throne of grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,</p> +<p class="t">Received on Calvary;</p> +<p class="l">They pour effectual prayers,</p> +<p class="t">They strongly speak for me;</p> +<p class="l">Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,</p> +<p class="l">Nor let that ransomed sinner die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The Father hears him pray,</p> +<p class="t">His dear Anointed One;</p> +<p class="l">He cannot turn away</p> +<p class="t">The presence of his Son;</p> +<p class="l">His Spirit answers to the blood,</p> +<p class="l">And tells me I am born of God.</p> +<!-- script: pg("134") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 My God is reconciled,</p> +<p class="t">His pard'ning voice I hear,</p> +<p class="l">He owns me for his child,</p> +<p class="t">I can no longer fear;</p> +<p class="l">With confidence I now draw nigh,</p> +<p class="l">And Father, Abba, Father, cry.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h197"> +<h3><span class="num">197</span> All to Christ I Owe. 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Jesus Paid It All.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I hear the Savior say,</p> +<p class="t">Thy strength indeed is small;</p> +<p class="l">Child of weakness, watch and pray,</p> +<p class="t">Find in me thine all in all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Jesus paid it all,</p> +<p class="t4">All to him I owe;</p> +<p class="t3">Sin had left a crimson stain,</p> +<p class="t4">He washed it white as snow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord, now indeed I find</p> +<p class="t">Thy power, and thine alone,</p> +<p class="l">Can change the leper's spots,</p> +<p class="t">And melt the heart of stone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 For nothing good have I</p> +<p class="t">Whereby thy grace to claim--</p> +<p class="l">I'll wash my garment white</p> +<p class="t">In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When from my dying bed</p> +<p class="t">My ransomed soul shall rise,</p> +<p class="l">Then "Jesus paid it all"</p> +<p class="t">Shall rend the vaulted skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And when before the throne</p> +<p class="t">I stand in him complete,</p> +<p class="l">I'll lay my trophies down,</p> +<p class="t">All down at Jesus' feet.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.</p> +<!-- script: pg("135") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h198"> +<h3><span class="num">198</span> All to Christ I Owe. 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(479)</span> <i>Rev. 22:17.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come to the blood-stained tree;</p> +<p class="t">The Victim bleeding lies;</p> +<p class="l">God sets the sinner free,</p> +<p class="t">Since Christ, a ransom, dies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Spirit will apply</p> +<p class="t">His blood to cleanse thy stain;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh,</p> +<p class="t">For none can come in vain!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Dark though thy guilt appear,</p> +<p class="t">And deep its crimson stain,</p> +<p class="l">There's boundless mercy here,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, do not still disdain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Look not within for peace,</p> +<p class="t">Within, there's nought to cheer;</p> +<p class="l">Look up, and find release</p> +<p class="t">From sin, and self, and fear.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h199"> +<h3><span class="num">199</span> What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>A Complete Atonement.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Christ has for sin atonement made,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">We are redeem'd, the price is paid,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!</p> +<p class="t3">What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">That reconciled my soul to God,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<!-- script: pg("136") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">And now he reigns and rules therein,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He walks beside me in the way,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">And keeps me faithful day by day,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 He gives me overcoming power,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">And triumph in each conflict hour,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 To him I've given all my heart,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +<p class="l">The world shall never share a part,</p> +<p class="t">What a wonderful Savior!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E. A. Hoffman.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h200"> +<h3><span class="num">200</span> Wonderful Grace. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,</p> +<p class="t">This great salvation brings;</p> +<p class="l">The soul, delivered of its load,</p> +<p class="t">In sweetest rapture sings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,</p> +<p class="t3">Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,</p> +<p class="t3">'Tis grace, 'tis grace,</p> +<p class="t3">Flowing still freely for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,</p> +<p class="t">Which saves the soul from sin,</p> +<p class="l">The power of rising evil days,</p> +<p class="t">And reigns supreme within.</p> +<!-- script: pg("137") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;</p> +<p class="t">Its streams are full and free;</p> +<p class="l">Are flowing now for all the race,</p> +<p class="t">They even flow to me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. W. H. Burrell.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h201"> +<h3><span class="num">201</span> Seeking for Me. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Christ's Atoning Work.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,</p> +<p class="l">Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,</p> +<p class="t4"> Seeking for me, for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree</p> +<p class="l">Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?</p> +<p class="t4"> Dying for me, for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,</p> +<p class="l">While I did wander afar from the fold,</p> +<p class="l">Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,</p> +<p class="t4"> Calling for me, for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;</p> +<p class="l">Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,</p> +<p class="t4"> Coming for me, for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E. E. Hasty</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h202"> +<h3><span class="num">202</span> The Stranger at the Door. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(429)</span> <i>At the Door.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold a stranger at the door,</p> +<p class="l">He gently knocks, has knocked before;</p> +<p class="l">Has waited long, is waiting still;</p> +<p class="l">You treat no other friend so ill.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,</p> +<p class="t3">He'll cleanse the heart from sin,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, keep him no more out at the door,</p> +<p class="t3">But let the dear Savior come in.</p> +<!-- script: pg("138") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands</p> +<p class="l">With melting heart and loaded hands;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows</p> +<p class="l">This matchless kindness to his foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But will he prove a friend indeed?</p> +<p class="l">He will--the very friend you need;</p> +<p class="l">The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.</p> +<p class="l">With garments died on Calvary.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,</p> +<p class="l">Turn out his enemy and thine;</p> +<p class="l">That soul-destroying monster, sin,</p> +<p class="l">And let the heavenly stranger in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--</p> +<p class="l">His feet, departed, ne'er return;</p> +<p class="l">Admit him, or the hour's at hand</p> +<p class="l">You'll at his door rejected stand.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Grigg, 1765.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h203"> +<h3><span class="num">203</span>The Stranger at the Door. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(430)</span> <i>Why Not Be Saved To-Night?</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, do not let the word depart,</p> +<p class="t">And close thine eyes against the light;</p> +<p class="l">Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart;</p> +<p class="t">Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To-morrow's sun may never rise</p> +<p class="t">To bless thy long-deluded sight;</p> +<p class="l">This is the time, oh, then be wise!</p> +<p class="t">Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our God in pity lingers still;</p> +<p class="t">And wilt thou thus his love requite?</p> +<p class="l">Renounce at length thy stubborn will;</p> +<p class="t">Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?</p> +<!-- script: pg("139") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The world has nothing left to give,</p> +<p class="t">It has no new, no pure delight;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, try the life which Christians live;</p> +<p class="t">Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h204"> +<h3><span class="num">204</span> Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Sinners, Turn!</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sinners, turn; why will ye die?</p> +<p class="l">God, your Maker, asks you why?</p> +<p class="l">God, who did your being give,</p> +<p class="l">Made you with himself to live;</p> +<p class="l">He the fatal cause demands;</p> +<p class="l">Asks the work of his own hands,--</p> +<p class="l">Why, ye thankless creatures, why</p> +<p class="l">Will ye cross his love, and die?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?</p> +<p class="l">God, your Savior, asks you why?</p> +<p class="l">He, who did your souls retrieve,</p> +<p class="l">Died himself, that ye might live.</p> +<p class="l">Will ye let him die in vain?</p> +<p class="l">Crucify your Lord again?</p> +<p class="l">Why, ye ransomed sinners, why</p> +<p class="l">Will ye slight his grace and die?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?</p> +<p class="l">God, the Spirit, asks you why?</p> +<p class="l">He who all your lives hath strove,</p> +<p class="l">Urged you to embrace his love.</p> +<p class="l">Will ye not his grace receive?</p> +<p class="l">Will ye still refuse to live?</p> +<p class="l">O ye dying sinners, why,</p> +<p class="l">Why will ye forever die?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("140") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h205"> +<h3><span class="num">205</span> Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(454)</span> <i>Delay.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Hasten, sinner! to be wise,</p> +<p class="t">Stay not for the morrow's sun;</p> +<p class="l">Wisdom, if thou still despise,</p> +<p class="t">Harder is she to be won.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hasten, mercy to implore,</p> +<p class="t">Stay not for the morrow's sun,</p> +<p class="l">Lest thy season should be o'er,</p> +<p class="t">Ere this evening's stage be run.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Hasten, sinner! to return,</p> +<p class="t">Stay not for the morrow's sun,</p> +<p class="l">Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,</p> +<p class="t">Ere salvation's work is done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,</p> +<p class="t">Stay not for the morrow's sun,</p> +<p class="l">Lest perdition thee arrest,</p> +<p class="t">Ere the morrow is begun.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Scott, 1773.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h206"> +<h3><span class="num">206</span> Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(451)</span> <i>The Voice of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, says Jesus' sacred voice,</p> +<p class="l">Come, and make my paths your choice;</p> +<p class="l">I will guide you to your home;</p> +<p class="l">Weary pilgrim! hither come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,</p> +<p class="l">Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,</p> +<p class="l">Long hast roamed this barren waste,</p> +<p class="l">Weary pilgrim! hither haste.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,</p> +<p class="l">Seek for ease, but seek in vain!</p> +<p class="l">Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,</p> +<p class="l">In remorse for guilt who mourn!--</p> +<!-- script: pg("141") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Hither come, for here is found</p> +<p class="l">Balm that flows for every wound,</p> +<p class="l">Peace that ever shall endure,</p> +<p class="l">Rest eternal, sacred, sure.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h207"> +<h3><span class="num">207</span> Why Do You Wait? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Immediate Decision.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Why do you wait, dear brother,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, why do you tarry so long?</p> +<p class="l">Your Savior is waiting to give you</p> +<p class="t">A place in his sanctified throng.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Why not? why not?</p> +<p class="t4">Why not come to him now?</p> +<p class="t3">Why not? why not?</p> +<p class="t4">Why not come to him now?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What do you hope, dear brother,</p> +<p class="t">To gain by a further delay?</p> +<p class="l">There's no one to save you but Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">There's no other way but his way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Do you not feel, dear brother,</p> +<p class="t">His Spirit now striving within?</p> +<p class="l">Oh, why not accept his salvation,</p> +<p class="t">And throw off thy burden of sin?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Why do you wait, dear brother,</p> +<p class="t">The harvest is passing away,</p> +<p class="l">Your Savior is longing to bless you,</p> +<p class="t">There's danger and death in delay.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George F. Root.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h208"> +<h3><span class="num">208</span> Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(455)</span> <i>Come and Welcome.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From the cross uplifted high,</p> +<p class="l">Where the Savior deigns to die,</p> +<p class="l">What melodious sounds we hear,</p> +<!-- script: pg("142") --> +<p class="l">Bursting on the ravished ear!--</p> +<p class="l">"Love's redeeming' work is done--</p> +<p class="l">Come and welcome, sinner, come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne--</p> +<p class="l">Why beneath thy burdens groan?</p> +<p class="l">On my pierced body laid,</p> +<p class="l">Justice owns the ransom paid--</p> +<p class="l">Bow the knee, and kiss the Son--</p> +<p class="l">Come and welcome, sinner, come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Spread for thee, the festal board--</p> +<p class="l">See with richest bounty stored;</p> +<p class="l">To thy Father's bosom pressed,</p> +<p class="l">Thou shalt be a child confessed,</p> +<p class="l">Never from his house to roam;</p> +<p class="l">Come and welcome, sinner, come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Soon the days of life shall end--</p> +<p class="l">Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!</p> +<p class="l">Safe your spirit to convey</p> +<p class="l">To the realms of endless day,</p> +<p class="l">Up to my eternal home</p> +<p class="l">Come and welcome, sinner, come!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">T. Haweis, 1792.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h209"> +<h3><span class="num">209</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(417)</span> <i>The Gospel Feast.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!</p> +<p class="t">Behold a royal feast,</p> +<p class="l">Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,</p> +<p class="t">For every humble guest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms;</p> +<p class="t">He calls,--he bids you come;</p> +<p class="l">Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;</p> +<p class="t">But, see! there yet is room.</p> +<!-- script: pg("143") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart;</p> +<p class="t">There love and pity meet;</p> +<p class="l">Nor will he bid the soul depart,</p> +<p class="t">That trembles at his feet</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! come, and with his children taste</p> +<p class="t">The blessings of his love:</p> +<p class="l">While hope attends the sweet repast</p> +<p class="t">Of nobler joys above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 There, with united heart and voice,</p> +<p class="t">Before th' eternal throne,</p> +<p class="l">Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">In ecstasies unknown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 And yet ten thousand thousand more</p> +<p class="t">Are welcome still to come;</p> +<p class="l">Ye longing souls! the grace adore,</p> +<p class="t">Approach, there yet is room.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h210"> +<h3><span class="num">210</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Gen. 6:3.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a line by us unseen,</p> +<p class="t">That crosses every path,</p> +<p class="l">The hidden boundary between</p> +<p class="t">God's patience and his wrath.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To pass that limit is to die,</p> +<p class="t">To die as if by stealth;</p> +<p class="l">It does not quench the beaming eye,</p> +<p class="t">Nor pale the glow of health.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne</p> +<p class="t">By which our path is crossed;</p> +<p class="l">Beyond which God himself hath sworn</p> +<p class="t">That he who goes is lost?</p> +<!-- script: pg("144") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 How far may we go on to sin?</p> +<p class="t">How long will God forbear?</p> +<p class="l">Where does hope end, and where begin</p> +<p class="t">The confines of despair?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 An answer from the skies is sent,--</p> +<p class="t">"Ye that from God depart,</p> +<p class="l">While it is called to-day, repent,</p> +<p class="t">And harden not your heart."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Addison Alexander.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h211"> +<h3><span class="num">211</span> Azmon. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(416)</span> <i>The Last Resolve.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, humble sinner! in whose breast</p> +<p class="t">A thousand thoughts revolve:</p> +<p class="l">Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,</p> +<p class="t">And make this last resolve:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin</p> +<p class="t">Like mountains round me close;</p> +<p class="l">I know his courts, I'll enter in</p> +<p class="t">Whatever may oppose.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,</p> +<p class="t">And there my guilt confess;</p> +<p class="l">I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,</p> +<p class="t">Without his sovereign grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea;</p> +<p class="t">Perhaps will hear my prayer;</p> +<p class="l">But, if I perish, I will pray,</p> +<p class="t">And perish only there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 "I can but perish if I go,</p> +<p class="t">I am resolved to try;</p> +<p class="l">For, if I stay away, I know</p> +<p class="t">I must forever die."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edmund Jones, 1777.</p> +<!-- script: pg("145") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h212"> +<h3><span class="num">212</span> Sessions. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(427)</span> <i>My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Say, sinner, hath a voice within</p> +<p class="t">Oft whispered to thy secret soul,</p> +<p class="l">Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,</p> +<p class="t">And yield thy heart to God's control?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--</p> +<p class="t">It was the Spirit's gracious call;</p> +<p class="l">It bade thee make the better choice,</p> +<p class="t">And haste to seek in Christ thine all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Spurn not the call for life and light;</p> +<p class="t">Regard in time the warning kind;</p> +<p class="l">That call thou may'st not always slight</p> +<p class="t">And yet the gate of mercy find.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 God's Spirit will not always strive</p> +<p class="t">With hardened self-destroying men;</p> +<p class="l">Ye, who persist his love to grieve,</p> +<p class="t">May never hear his voice again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Sinner! perhaps this very day</p> +<p class="t">Thy last accepted time may be:</p> +<p class="l">Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away</p> +<p class="t">Then hope may never beam on thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h213"> +<h3><span class="num">213</span> Just As Thou Art. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(428)</span> <i>Just As Thou Art.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Just as thou art--without one trace</p> +<p class="l">Of love, or joy, or inward grace,--</p> +<p class="l">Or meekness for the heav'nly place,--</p> +<p class="t">Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree;</p> +<p class="l">The stripes, thy due, were laid on me,</p> +<p class="l">That peace and pardon might be free;--</p> +<p class="t">Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come.</p> +<!-- script: pg("146") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed?</p> +<p class="l">Trust not the world; it gives no rest;</p> +<p class="l">I bring relief to hearts oppressed;--</p> +<p class="t">Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,</p> +<p class="l">Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;--</p> +<p class="t">Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!"</p> +<p class="l">Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!"</p> +<p class="l">Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;</p> +<p class="t">Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Russell S. Cook, 1850, <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h214"> +<h3><span class="num">214</span> Jesus is Calling. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Call of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus is tenderly calling thee home--</p> +<p class="t">Calling to-day, calling to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam</p> +<p class="t">Farther and farther away?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Calling to-day,</p> +<p class="t3">Calling to-day.</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is calling,</p> +<p class="t3">Is tenderly calling to-day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest--</p> +<p class="t">Calling to-day, calling to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest;</p> +<p class="t">He will not turn thee away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now--</p> +<p class="t">Waiting to-day, waiting to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow;</p> +<p class="t">Come, and no longer delay.</p> +<!-- script: pg("147") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice--</p> +<p class="t">Hear him to-day, hear him to-day;</p> +<p class="l">They who believe on his name shall rejoice;</p> +<p class="t">Quickly arise and away.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h215"> +<h3><span class="num">215</span> Goshen. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(469)</span> <i>All Things Ready.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,</p> +<p class="l">When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?</p> +<p class="l">Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!"</p> +<p class="l">And angels are waiting to welcome you home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,</p> +<p class="l">Your hearts may grow better by staying away!</p> +<p class="l">Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,</p> +<p class="l">While streams of salvation are flowing so free.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, how can you question, if you will believe?</p> +<p class="l">If sin is your burden, why will you not come?</p> +<p class="l">'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?</p> +<p class="l">There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;</p> +<p class="l">If still you are doubting, make trial and see.</p> +<p class="l">And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Josiah Hopkins, 1830.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h216"> +<h3><span class="num">216</span> Goshen. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(470)</span> <i>Danger of Delay.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near;</p> +<p class="t">The waters of life are now flowing for thee;</p> +<p class="l">No price is demanded, the Savior is here,</p> +<p class="t">Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.</p> +<!-- script: pg("148") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse</p> +<p class="t">The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God?</p> +<p class="l">A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse</p> +<p class="t">To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come,</p> +<p class="t">For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day;</p> +<p class="l">Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,--</p> +<p class="t">Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,</p> +<p class="t">Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight;</p> +<p class="l">And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,--</p> +<p class="t">To sink in the vale of eternity's night.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Hastings, 1831.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h217"> +<h3><span class="num">217</span> He is Calling. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(477)</span> <i>Divine Sympathy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There's a wideness in God's mercy,</p> +<p class="t">Like the wideness of the sea;</p> +<p class="l">There's a kindness in his justice,</p> +<p class="t">Which is more than liberty.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--He is calling, "Come to me;"</p> +<p class="t3">Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 There's no place where earthly sorrows</p> +<p class="t">Are more felt than up in heaven;</p> +<p class="l">There's no place where earthly failings</p> +<p class="t">Have such kindly judgment given.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 For the love of God is broader</p> +<p class="t">Than the measure of man's mind,</p> +<p class="l">And the heart of the Eternal</p> +<p class="t">Is most wonderfully kind.</p> +<!-- script: pg("149") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 But we make his love too narrow,</p> +<p class="t">By false limits of our own;</p> +<p class="l">And we magnify his strictness</p> +<p class="t">With a zeal he will not own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus;</p> +<p class="t">Come, but come not doubting thus;</p> +<p class="l">Come with faith that trusts more freely</p> +<p class="t">His great tenderness for us.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 If our love were but more simple,</p> +<p class="t">We should take him at his word;</p> +<p class="l">And our lives would be all sunshine</p> +<p class="t">In the sweetness of our Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frederick Faber, <i>ab.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h218"> +<h3><span class="num">218</span> Come to Jesus.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(478)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Come to Jesus just now,</p> +<p class="l">Just now come to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Come to Jesus just now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He will save you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, believe him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He is able.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 He is willing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 He'll receive you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">7 Call upon him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">8 He will hear you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">9 Look unto him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">10 He'll forgive you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">11 Flee to Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">12 He will cleanse you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">13 He will clothe you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">14 Jesus loves you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">15 Don't reject him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">16 Only trust him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">17 Hallelujah. Amen.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h219"> +<h3><span class="num">219</span> Who'll Be the Next? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Delay Deplored.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?</p> +<p class="t">Who'll be the next the cross to bear?</p> +<p class="l">Someone is ready, someone is waiting;</p> +<p class="t">Who'll be the next a crown to wear?</p> +<!-- script: pg("150") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next?</p> +<p class="t3">Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?</p> +<p class="t3">Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now?</p> +<p class="t3">Follow Jesus now?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus--</p> +<p class="t">Follow his weary, bleeding feet?</p> +<p class="l">Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden</p> +<p class="t">Down at the Father's mercy-seat?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?</p> +<p class="t">Who'll be the next to praise his name?</p> +<p class="l">Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption--</p> +<p class="t">Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide?</p> +<p class="l">Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed,</p> +<p class="t">Singing upon the other side?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Annie S. Hawks.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h220"> +<h3><span class="num">220</span> Let Him In. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Stranger at the Door.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There's a stranger at the door,</p> +<p class="t4"> Let him in,</p> +<p class="l">He has been there oft before,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in;</p> +<p class="l">Let him in ere he is gone,</p> +<p class="l">Let him in, the Holy One,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Open now to him your heart,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in,</p> +<p class="l">If you wait he will depart,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in;</p> +<!-- script: pg("151") --> +<p class="l">Let him in, he is your Friend,</p> +<p class="l">He your soul will sure defend,</p> +<p class="l">He will keep you to the end,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Hear you now his loving voice?</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in,</p> +<p class="l">Now, oh, now make him your choice</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in;</p> +<p class="l">He is standing at the door,</p> +<p class="l">Joy to you he will restore,</p> +<p class="l">And his name you will adore,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Now admit the heavenly Guest,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in,</p> +<p class="l">He will make for you a feast,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in;</p> +<p class="l">He will speak your sins forgiv'n,</p> +<p class="l">And when earth ties all are riven,</p> +<p class="l">He will take you home to heaven,</p> +<p class="t4">Let him in.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. J. B. Atchison.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h221"> +<h3><span class="num">221</span> Almost Persuaded. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(475)</span> <i>"Almost," but Lost.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"Almost persuaded" now to believe;</p> +<p class="l">"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive;</p> +<p class="l">Seems now some soul to say,</p> +<p class="l">"Go, Spirit, go thy way;</p> +<p class="l">Some more convenient day</p> +<p class="t">On thee I'll call."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day;</p> +<p class="l">"Almost persuaded," turn not away,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus invites you here,</p> +<p class="l">Angels are ling'ring near,</p> +<p class="l">Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, wand'rer, come!</p> +<!-- script: pg("152") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past!</p> +<p class="l">"Almost persuaded," doom comes at last!</p> +<p class="l">"Almost" cannot avail;</p> +<p class="l">"Almost" is but to fail!</p> +<p class="l">Sad, sad that bitter wail,--</p> +<p class="t">"Almost," but lost!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">P. P. Bliss.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h222"> +<h3><span class="num">222</span> To-Day. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(476)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">To-day the Savior calls!</p> +<p class="t">Ye wand'rers, come,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, ye benighted souls,</p> +<p class="t">Why longer roam?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To-day the Savior calls!</p> +<p class="t">Oh, hear him now;</p> +<p class="l">Within these sacred walls</p> +<p class="t">To Jesus bow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Today the Savior calls!</p> +<p class="t">For refuge fly!</p> +<p class="l">The storm of justice falls,</p> +<p class="t">And death is nigh.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The Spirit calls to-day;</p> +<p class="t">Yield to his power;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, grieve him not away,</p> +<p class="t">'Tis mercy's hour.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h223"> +<h3><span class="num">223</span> Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(463)</span> <i>Invitation Hymn.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,</p> +<p class="t">Weak and wounded, sick and sore;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus ready stands to save you,</p> +<p class="t">Full of pity, love, and pow'r;</p> +<p class="t4">He is able,</p> +<p class="t">He is willing, doubt no more.</p> +<!-- script: pg("153") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;</p> +<p class="t">God's free bounty glorify;</p> +<p class="l">True belief and true repentance,</p> +<p class="t">Every grace that brings you nigh,</p> +<p class="t4">Without money,</p> +<p class="t">Come to Jesus Christ and buy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let not conscience make you linger,</p> +<p class="t">Nor of fitness fondly dream;</p> +<p class="l">All the fitness he requireth</p> +<p class="t">Is to feel your need of him;</p> +<p class="t4">This he gives you;</p> +<p class="t">'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,</p> +<p class="t">Bruised and mangled by the fall;</p> +<p class="l">If you tarry till you're better,</p> +<p class="t">You will never come at all;</p> +<p class="t4">Not the righteous,--</p> +<p class="t">Sinners Jesus came to call.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Hart, 1759.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation,</p> +<p class="t4">Sound the praise of his dear name:</p> +<p class="t3">Glory, honor, and salvation,</p> +<p class="t4">Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I will arise and go to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t4">He will embrace me in his arms,</p> +<p class="t3">In the arms of my dear Savior,</p> +<p class="t4">Oh, there are ten thousand charms!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h224"> +<h3><span class="num">224</span> Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(466)</span> <i>The Voice of Mercy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Listen, sinner! mercy hails you;</p> +<p class="t">With her sweetest voice she calls;</p> +<p class="l">Bids you hasten to the Savior,</p> +<p class="t">Ere the hand of justice falls:</p> +<p class="t4">Listen, sinner!</p> +<p class="t">'Tis the voice of mercy calls.</p> +<!-- script: pg("154") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering</p> +<p class="t">O'er the path you dare to tread!</p> +<p class="l">Hark! the awful thunders rolling</p> +<p class="t">Loud and louder o'er your head!</p> +<p class="t4">Flee, oh, sinner!</p> +<p class="t">Lest the lightnings strike you dead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior;</p> +<p class="t">Sue his mercy while you may;</p> +<p class="l">Soon the day of grace is over;</p> +<p class="t">Soon your life will pass away,</p> +<p class="t4">Hasten sinner!</p> +<p class="t">You must perish, if you stay.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Andrew Reed, 1817.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h225"> +<h3><span class="num">225</span> Rhinehart. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(458)</span> <i>Penitents Encouraged.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Dropping souls! no longer mourn,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus still is precious;</p> +<p class="l">If to him you now return,</p> +<p class="t">Heav'n will be propitious;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus now is passing by,</p> +<p class="t">Calling wand'rers near him;</p> +<p class="l">Drooping souls! you need not die,</p> +<p class="t">Go to him and hear him!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He has pardons full and free,</p> +<p class="t">Drooping souls to gladden;</p> +<p class="l">Still he cries--"Come unto me,</p> +<p class="t">Weary, heavy laden!"</p> +<p class="l">Tho' your sins, like mountains high,</p> +<p class="t">Rise, and reach to heaven,</p> +<p class="l">Soon as you on him rely,</p> +<p class="t">All shall be forgiven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Precious is the Savior's name,</p> +<p class="t">All his saints adore him;</p> +<p class="l">He to save the dying came;--</p> +<p class="t">Prostrate bow before him!</p> +<!-- script: pg("155") --> +<p class="l">Wand'ring sinner! now return;</p> +<p class="t">Contrite souls! believe him!</p> +<p class="l">Jesus calls you; cease to mourn;</p> +<p class="t">Worship him; receive him.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Hastings. 1831.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h226"> +<h3><span class="num">226</span> Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Judgment Day.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Soon the evening shadows falling</p> +<p class="t">Close the day of mortal life;</p> +<p class="l">Soon the hand of death appalling</p> +<p class="t">Draws thee from its weary strife.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Are you ready? are you ready?</p> +<p class="t4">'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?</p> +<p class="t3">Are you ready? are you ready?</p> +<p class="t4">Do not linger longer, come to-day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding</p> +<p class="t">Calls thee to the judgment throne;</p> +<p class="l">Now prepare, for love abounding</p> +<p class="t">Yet has left thee not alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!</p> +<p class="t">Art thou ready--ready now?</p> +<p class="l">Ready should Death's icy finger</p> +<p class="t">Lay its chill upon thy brow?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Priceless love and free salvation</p> +<p class="t">Freely still are offered thee;</p> +<p class="l">Yield no longer to temptation,</p> +<p class="t">But from sin and sorrow flee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. W. Slaughenhaupt.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h227"> +<h3><span class="num">227</span> Windham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Broad Road.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Broad is the road that leads to death,</p> +<p class="t">And thousands walk together there;</p> +<p class="l">But wisdom shows a narrow path,</p> +<p class="t">With here and there a traveler.</p> +<!-- script: pg("156") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"</p> +<p class="t">Is the Redeemer's great command;</p> +<p class="l">Nature must count her gold but dross,</p> +<p class="t">If she would gain this heavenly land.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,</p> +<p class="t">And walks the ways of God no more,</p> +<p class="l">Is but esteemed almost a saint.</p> +<p class="t">And makes his own destruction sure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;</p> +<p class="t">Create my heart entirely new--</p> +<p class="l">Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,</p> +<p class="t">Which false apostates never knew.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h228"> +<h3><span class="num">228</span> Gorton. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(504)</span> <i>The Second Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, where shall rest be found--</p> +<p class="t">Rest for the weary soul?</p> +<p class="l">'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,</p> +<p class="t">Or pierce to either pole.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The world can never give</p> +<p class="t">The bliss for which we sigh;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis not the whole of life to live,</p> +<p class="t">Nor all of death to die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Beyond this vale of tears</p> +<p class="t">There is a life above,</p> +<p class="l">Unmeasured by the flight of years;</p> +<p class="t">And all that life is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There is a death, whose pang</p> +<p class="t">Outlasts the fleeting breath;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, what eternal horrors hang</p> +<p class="t">Around the second death!</p> +<!-- script: pg("157") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Lord God of truth and grace,</p> +<p class="t">Teach us that death to shun,</p> +<p class="l">Lest we be banished from thy face,</p> +<p class="t">And evermore undone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1819.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h229"> +<h3><span class="num">229</span> No Room in Heaven. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Shut Out.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,</p> +<p class="t">All hopeless and unforgiven,</p> +<p class="l">The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,</p> +<p class="t">Should answer, No room in heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!</p> +<p class="t4">No room in heaven for thee!</p> +<p class="t3">No room, no room,</p> +<p class="t4">No room in heaven for thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,</p> +<p class="t">The bright summer days all over;</p> +<p class="l">To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,</p> +<p class="t">And left thee alone forever.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,</p> +<p class="t">Remember the love that he gave you;</p> +<p class="l">The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,</p> +<p class="t">And Jesus now waits to save you.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W. O. Cushing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h230"> +<h3><span class="num">230</span>When the King Comes in. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Final Test.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Called to the feast by the King are we,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,</p> +<p class="l">How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,</p> +<p class="t">When the King comes in?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--When the King comes in, brother,</p> +<p class="t4">When the King comes in!</p> +<p class="t3">How will it fare with thee and me</p> +<p class="t4">When the King comes in?</p> +<!-- script: pg("158") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,</p> +<p class="t">Glorified he who once died for men,</p> +<p class="l">Splendid the vision before us then,</p> +<p class="t">When the King comes in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show</p> +<p class="t">Things hidden long from both friend and foe,</p> +<p class="l">Just what we are will each neighbor know,</p> +<p class="t">When the King comes in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest</p> +<p class="t">Who is in white wedding garments dressed,</p> +<p class="l">Ah, well for us if we stand the test,</p> +<p class="t">When the King comes in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Endless the separation then,</p> +<p class="t">Bitter the cry of deluded men,</p> +<p class="l">Awful that moment beyond all ken,</p> +<p class="t">When the King comes in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,</p> +<p class="t">So to await thee each in his place,</p> +<p class="l">That we may fear not to see thy face</p> +<p class="t">When thou comest in.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.E. Landor.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h231"> +<h3><span class="num">231</span> When the Door is Shut. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Present Invitation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The door of salvation is open wide,</p> +<p class="t">And Jesus invites you to come;</p> +<p class="l">While mercy and pardon await within,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, enter while yet there is room.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--When the door once is shut,</p> +<p class="t4">To entreat will be vain;</p> +<p class="t3">'Twill never, no, never</p> +<p class="t4">Be opened again.</p> +<!-- script: pg("159") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,</p> +<p class="t">The day and the hour are at hand;</p> +<p class="l">Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,</p> +<p class="t">And plead for admittance in vain,</p> +<p class="l">You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,</p> +<p class="t">And long for this moment again.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M. E. Servoss.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h232"> +<h3><span class="num">232</span> Hebron. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(495)</span> <i>My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, that my load of sin were gone;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, that I could at last submit</p> +<p class="l">At Jesus' feet to lay it down--</p> +<p class="t">To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Rest for my soul I long to find;</p> +<p class="t">Savior of all, if mine thou art,</p> +<p class="l">Give me the meek and lowly mind,</p> +<p class="t">And stamp thine image on my heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,</p> +<p class="t">And fully set my spirit free;</p> +<p class="l">I cannot rest till pure within--</p> +<p class="t">Till I am wholly lost in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;</p> +<p class="t">Thy light and easy burden prove;</p> +<p class="l">The cross all stained with hallowed blood,</p> +<p class="t">The labor of thy dying love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 I would, but thou must give the power;</p> +<p class="t">My heart from every sin release;</p> +<p class="l">Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,</p> +<p class="t">And fill me with thy perfect peace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1742.</p> +<!-- script: pg("160") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h233"> +<h3><span class="num">233</span> Hebron. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(493)</span> <i>Pardon Penitently Implored.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;</p> +<p class="t">Let a repenting rebel live;</p> +<p class="l">Are not thy mercies large and free?</p> +<p class="t">May not a sinner trust in thee?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass</p> +<p class="t">The power and glory of thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">Great God, thy nature hath no bound,</p> +<p class="t">So let thy pard'ning love be found.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,</p> +<p class="t">And make my guilty conscience clean;</p> +<p class="l">Here, on my heart, the burden lies</p> +<p class="t">And past offenses pain mine eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 My lips with shame my sins confess,</p> +<p class="t">Against thy law, against thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,</p> +<p class="t">I am condemned, but thou art clear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,</p> +<p class="l">Would light on some sweet promise there,</p> +<p class="t">Some sure support against despair.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1742.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h234"> +<h3><span class="num">234</span> Hebron. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(494)</span> <i>Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,</p> +<p class="t">Though I have done thee such despite,</p> +<p class="l">Nor cast the sinner quite away,</p> +<p class="t">Nor take thine everlasting flight.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,</p> +<p class="t">And still shook off my guilty fears;</p> +<p class="l">And vexed and urged, thee to depart,</p> +<p class="t">For many long rebellious years.</p> +<!-- script: pg("161") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though I have most unfaithful been,</p> +<p class="t">Of all whoe'er thy grace received!</p> +<p class="l">Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;</p> +<p class="t">Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 This only woe I deprecate;</p> +<p class="t">This only plague I pray remove;</p> +<p class="l">Nor leave me in my lost estate;</p> +<p class="t">Nor curse me with this want of love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,</p> +<p class="t">Upraise me with thy gracious hand,</p> +<p class="l">And guide into thy perfect peace,</p> +<p class="t">And bring me to the promised land.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1749.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h235"> +<h3><span class="num">235</span> Woodworth. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(489)</span> <i>Coming in Humility.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Just as I am, without one plea,</p> +<p class="l">But that thy blood was shed for me,</p> +<p class="l">And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Just as I am, and waiting not</p> +<p class="l">To rid my soul of one dark blot,</p> +<p class="l">To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about</p> +<p class="l">With many a conflict, many a doubt,</p> +<p class="l">Fightings within, and fears without,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind;</p> +<p class="l">Sight, riches, healing of the mind,</p> +<p class="l">Yea, all I need, in thee to find,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +<!-- script: pg("162") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive,</p> +<p class="l">Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;</p> +<p class="l">Because thy promise I believe,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Just as I am--thy love unknown</p> +<p class="l">Hath broken every barrier down;</p> +<p class="l">Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,</p> +<p class="t">O Lamb of God, I come! I come!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charlotte Elliott, 1836.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h236"> +<h3><span class="num">236</span> Badea. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(506)</span> <i>Decision.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">And can I yet delay</p> +<p class="t">My little all to give?</p> +<p class="l">To tear my soul from earth away,</p> +<p class="t">For Jesus to receive?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,</p> +<p class="t">I can hold out no more:</p> +<p class="l">I sink, by dying love compelled,</p> +<p class="t">And own thee conqueror.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Tho' late, I all forsake,</p> +<p class="t">My friends, my all resign;</p> +<p class="l">Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,</p> +<p class="t">And seal me ever thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come and possess me whole,</p> +<p class="t">Nor hence again remove;</p> +<p class="l">Settle and fix my wav'ring soul</p> +<p class="t">With all thy weight of love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1746.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h237"> +<h3><span class="num">237</span> I am Listening. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Call Answered.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Do you hear the Savior calling,</p> +<p class="t">By the wooings of his voice?</p> +<p class="l">Do you hear the accents falling?</p> +<p class="t">Will you make the precious choice?</p> +<!-- script: pg("163") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning</p> +<p class="t4">Just to hear the accents fall!</p> +<p class="t3">I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning</p> +<p class="t4">To the Savior's gentle call!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 By his Spirit he is wooing,</p> +<p class="t">Softly drawing us to him,</p> +<p class="l">Thro' the day and night pursuing,</p> +<p class="t">With his gentle voice to win.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking</p> +<p class="t">To the wand'ring, erring ones;</p> +<p class="l">List! the voice the stillness breaking!</p> +<p class="t">Hear the sweet and solemn tones!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 In his providential dealings,</p> +<p class="t">Even in his stern decrees,</p> +<p class="l">In the loudest thunders pealing,</p> +<p class="t">Or the murm'ring of the breeze.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W. S. Marshall.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h238"> +<h3><span class="num">238</span> I Do Believe. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(491)</span> <i>Unwearied Earnestness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Father, I stretch my hand to thee;</p> +<p class="t">No other help I know:</p> +<p class="l">If thou withdraw thyself from me,</p> +<p class="t">Ah! whither shall I go?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I do believe, I now believe</p> +<p class="t4">That Jesus died for me;</p> +<p class="t3">And thro' his blood, his precious blood,</p> +<p class="t4">I shall from sin be free.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What did thine only Son endure.</p> +<p class="t">Before I drew my breath?</p> +<p class="l">What pain, what labor, to secure</p> +<p class="t">My soul from endless death!</p> +<!-- script: pg("164") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O Jesus, could I this believe,</p> +<p class="t">I now should feel thy power;</p> +<p class="l">And all my wants thou would'st relieve,</p> +<p class="t">In this accepted hour.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Author of faith! to thee I lift</p> +<p class="t">My weary, longing eyes;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, let me now receive that gift--</p> +<p class="t">My soul without it dies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Surely thou canst not let me die;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, speak, and I shall live,</p> +<p class="l">And here I will unwearied lie,</p> +<p class="t">Till thou thy Spirit give.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">Could I but see thy face;</p> +<p class="l">Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,</p> +<p class="t">And taste thy pard'ning grace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h239"> +<h3><span class="num">239</span> I Do Believe. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(485)</span> <i>The Friend of Sinners.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;</p> +<p class="t">As such I look to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Now, in the fullness of thy love,</p> +<p class="t">O Lord! remember me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Remember thy pure word of grace,--</p> +<p class="t">Remember Calvary;</p> +<p class="l">Remember all thy dying groans,</p> +<p class="t">And, then, remember me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!</p> +<p class="t">I yield myself to thee;</p> +<p class="l">While thou art sitting on thy throne,</p> +<p class="t">Dear Lord! remember me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("165") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,</p> +<p class="t">But thy salvation's free;</p> +<p class="l">Then, in thine all abounding grace,</p> +<p class="t">Dear Lord! remember me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Richard Burnham, 1783, <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h240"> +<h3><span class="num">240</span> Brown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(482)</span> <i>Approaching the Mercy-Seat.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,</p> +<p class="t">Where Jesus answers prayer;</p> +<p class="l">There humbly fall before his feet,</p> +<p class="t">For none can perish there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy promise is my only plea,</p> +<p class="t">With this I venture nigh;</p> +<p class="l">Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee,</p> +<p class="t">And such, O Lord, am I.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,</p> +<p class="t">By Satan sorely pressed;</p> +<p class="l">By wars without and fears within,</p> +<p class="t">I come to thee for rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,</p> +<p class="t">To bear the cross and shame;</p> +<p class="l">That guilty sinners, such as I,</p> +<p class="t">Might plead thy gracious name.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h241"> +<h3><span class="num">241</span> Take Me As I Am. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>No Hope in Self.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry;</p> +<p class="l">Unless thou help me, I must die;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh</p> +<p class="t">And take me as I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Take me as I am,</p> +<p class="t3">Take me as I am;</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,</p> +<p class="t3">And take me as I am.</p> +<!-- script: pg("166") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt,</p> +<p class="l">But yet for me thy blood was spilt,</p> +<p class="l">And thou canst make me as thou wilt,</p> +<p class="t">But take me as I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I thirst, I long to know thy love,</p> +<p class="l">Thy full salvation I would prove;</p> +<p class="l">But since to thee I cannot move</p> +<p class="t">Oh, take me as I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 If thou hast work for me to do,</p> +<p class="l">Inspire my will, my heart renew,</p> +<p class="l">And work both in and by me, too,</p> +<p class="t">But take me as I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And when at last the work is done.</p> +<p class="l">The battle o'er, the victory won,</p> +<p class="l">Still, still my cry shall be alone,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, take me as I am.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Eliza H. Hamilton.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h242"> +<h3><span class="num">242</span> Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Source of Peace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Would you lose your load of sin?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Would you know God's peace within?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Jesus who on the cross did die,</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus who lives and reigns on high,</p> +<p class="t3">He alone can justify;</p> +<p class="t3">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Would you calmly walk the wave?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Would you know his pow'r to save?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +<!-- script: pg("167") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Would you have your cares grow light?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Would you songs have in the night?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Grieving, would you comfort know?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Humble be when blessings flow?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Would you strength in weakness have?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">See a light beyond the grave?</p> +<p class="t">Fix your eyes upon Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">D. W. Whittle.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h243"> +<h3><span class="num">243</span> At the Cross. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(664)</span> <i>Rom. 5:2.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I stand; but not as once I did,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath my load of guilt;</p> +<p class="l">The blessed Jesus bore it all--</p> +<p class="t">For me his blood was spilt.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,</p> +<p class="t">With arms around the cross;</p> +<p class="l">I have been there, and left behind</p> +<p class="t">Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I stand e'en now where he appears,</p> +<p class="t">In union with my Lord;</p> +<p class="l">In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.</p> +<p class="t">I read it in his word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--</p> +<p class="t">In him we are complete;</p> +<p class="l">We live by faith! but soon in sight</p> +<p class="t">Our coming Christ we'll greet.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Unknown.</p> +<!-- script: pg("168") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h244"> +<h3><span class="num">244</span> At the Cross. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(492)</span> <i>Salvation at the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,</p> +<p class="t">My Savior, can it be</p> +<p class="l">That thou hast borne the crown of thorns</p> +<p class="t">And suffered death for me?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light</p> +<p class="t4">And, the burden of my heart rolled away--</p> +<p class="t3">It was there by faith I received my sight,</p> +<p class="t4">And now I am happy all the day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,</p> +<p class="t">I give myself to thee;</p> +<p class="l">I plead thy merits, thine alone,</p> +<p class="t">For thou hast died for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,</p> +<p class="t">For sinners flowing free,</p> +<p class="l">Then rise, renewed by grace divine,</p> +<p class="t">And shout salvation free.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And when I reach thy place above,</p> +<p class="t">My sweetest notes will be,</p> +<p class="l">Redemption through a Savior's name,</p> +<p class="t">Who bled and died for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny Crosby, 1873.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h245"> +<h3><span class="num">245</span> Saved by Faith. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Justified by Faith.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I have found redemption in the Savior's blood,</p> +<p class="t">I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;</p> +<p class="l">I am sweetly trusting in the word of God</p> +<p class="t">I am saved by faith in his blood.</p> +<!-- script: pg("169") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,</p> +<p class="t3">I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,</p> +<p class="t3">I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,</p> +<p class="t3">I am saved by faith in his blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;</p> +<p class="l">I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;</p> +<p class="l">I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I will keep on singing as I march along,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;</p> +<p class="l">In my home in glory this shall be my song,</p> +<p class="l">I am saved by faith in his blood.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h246"> +<h3><span class="num">246</span> Only Trust Him. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Peace in Believing.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,</p> +<p class="t">There's mercy with the Lord;</p> +<p class="l">And he will surely give you rest</p> +<p class="t">By trusting in his word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Only trust him, only trust him,</p> +<p class="t4">Only trust him now;</p> +<p class="t3">He will save you, he will save you,</p> +<p class="t4">He will save you now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 For Jesus shed his precious blood</p> +<p class="t">Rich blessings to bestow;</p> +<p class="l">Plunge now into the crimson flood</p> +<p class="t">That washes white as snow.</p> +<!-- script: pg("170") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,</p> +<p class="t">That leads you into rest;</p> +<p class="l">Believe in him without delay,</p> +<p class="t">And you are fully blest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, then, and join this holy band,</p> +<p class="t">And on to glory go,</p> +<p class="l">To dwell in that celestial land,</p> +<p class="t">Where joys immortal flow.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. H. Stockton.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h247"> +<h3><span class="num">247</span> Is My Name Written There? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Book of Life.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, I care not for riches,</p> +<p class="t">Neither silver nor gold;</p> +<p class="l">I would make sure of heaven,</p> +<p class="t">I would enter the fold.</p> +<p class="l">In the book of thy kingdom,</p> +<p class="t">With its pages so fair,</p> +<p class="l">Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,</p> +<p class="t">Is my name written there?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Is my name written there?</p> +<p class="t3">On the page white and fair?</p> +<p class="t3">In the book of thy kingdom,</p> +<p class="t3">Is my name written there?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord, my sins, they are many,</p> +<p class="t">Like the sands of the sea,</p> +<p class="l">But thy blood, oh, my Savior,</p> +<p class="t">Is sufficient for me;</p> +<p class="l">For thy promise is written,</p> +<p class="t">In bright letters that glow,</p> +<p class="l">"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,</p> +<p class="t">I will make them like snow."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, that beautiful city,</p> +<p class="t">With its mansions of light,</p> +<p class="l">With its glorified beings,</p> +<p class="t">In pure garments of white;</p> +<!-- script: pg("171") --> +<p class="l">Where no evil thing cometh</p> +<p class="t">To despoil what is fair;</p> +<p class="l">Where the angels are watching,</p> +<p class="t">Yes, my name's written there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h248"> +<h3><span class="num">248</span> Convert. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Joy in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t">Oh, how happy are they</p> +<p class="t">Who their Savior obey,</p> +<p class="l">And have laid up their treasures above;</p> +<p class="t">Tongue cannot express</p> +<p class="t">The sweet comfort and peace</p> +<p class="l">Of a soul in its earliest love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That sweet comfort was mine,</p> +<p class="t">When the favor divine</p> +<p class="l">I first found in the blood of the Lamb;</p> +<p class="t">When my heart it believed,</p> +<p class="t">What a joy I received,</p> +<p class="l">What a heaven in Jesus' name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Twas a heaven below</p> +<p class="t">My Redeemer to know,</p> +<p class="l">And the angels could do nothing more</p> +<p class="t">Than to fall at his feet,</p> +<p class="t">And the story repeat,</p> +<p class="l">And the Lover of sinners adore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus, all the day long,</p> +<p class="t">Was my joy and my song;</p> +<p class="l">O that all his salvation might see!</p> +<p class="t">He hath loved me, I cried,</p> +<p class="t">He hath suffered and died</p> +<p class="l">To redeem such a rebel as me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 On the wings of his love</p> +<p class="t">I was carried above</p> +<p class="l">All sin and temptation and pain,</p> +<!-- script: pg("172") --> +<p class="t">And I could not believe</p> +<p class="t">That I ever should grieve--</p> +<p class="l">That I ever should suffer again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 I then rode on the sky,</p> +<p class="t">Freely justified I,</p> +<p class="l">Nor did envy Elijah his seat;</p> +<p class="t">My soul mounted higher,</p> +<p class="t">In a chariot of tire,</p> +<p class="l">And the moon it was under my feet.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">7 O the rapturous height</p> +<p class="t">Of that holy delight</p> +<p class="l">Which I felt in the life-giving blood,</p> +<p class="t">Of my Savior possessed,</p> +<p class="t">I was perfectly blest,</p> +<p class="l">As if filled with the fullness of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">8 Never more will I stray</p> +<p class="t">From my Savior away,</p> +<p class="l">But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;</p> +<p class="t">I will take up my cross,</p> +<p class="t">And count all things but loss,</p> +<p class="l">Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h249"> +<h3><span class="num">249</span> Hallowed Spot. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(249)</span> <i>The Place of Conversion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a spot to me more dear</p> +<p class="t">Than native vale or mountain;</p> +<p class="l">A spot to which affection's tear</p> +<p class="t">Springs grateful from its fountain;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis not where kindred souls abound--</p> +<p class="t">Tho' that is almost heaven--</p> +<p class="l">But where I first my Savior found,</p> +<p class="t">And felt my sins forgiven.</p> +<!-- script: pg("173") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,</p> +<p class="t">Long tossed upon the ocean,</p> +<p class="l">Above me was the thunder's roar,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath, the wave's commotion.</p> +<p class="l">Darkly the pall of night was thrown</p> +<p class="t">Around me, faint with terror;</p> +<p class="l">In that dark hour how did my groans</p> +<p class="t">Ascend for years of error.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sinking and panting as for breath,</p> +<p class="t">I knew not help was nigh me,</p> +<p class="l">And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--</p> +<p class="t">Immortal Jesus, hear me.</p> +<p class="l">Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--</p> +<p class="t">My Savior stood before me;</p> +<p class="l">I saw his brightness round me shine,</p> +<p class="t">And shouted glory, glory.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!</p> +<p class="t">Where love divine first found me;</p> +<p class="l">Wherever falls my distant lot,</p> +<p class="t">My heart shall linger round thee:</p> +<p class="l">And as from earth I rise, to soar</p> +<p class="t">Up to my home in heaven,</p> +<p class="l">Down will I cast my eyes once more,</p> +<p class="t">Where I was first forgiven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Hunter, D. D.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h250"> +<h3><span class="num">250</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Need of Conversion</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How solemn are the words,</p> +<p class="t">And yet to faith how plain,</p> +<p class="l">Which Jesus uttered while on earth--</p> +<p class="t">"Ye must be born again!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Ye must be born again!"</p> +<p class="t">For so hath God decreed;</p> +<p class="l">No reformation will suffice--</p> +<p class="t">'Tis life poor sinners need.</p> +<!-- script: pg("174") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Ye must be born again!"</p> +<p class="t">And life in Christ must have;</p> +<p class="l">In vain the soul may elsewhere go--</p> +<p class="t">'Tis he alone can save.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Ye must be born again!"</p> +<p class="t">Or never enter heaven;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--</p> +<p class="t">The ransomed and forgiven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h251"> +<h3><span class="num">251</span> It is Well with My Soul. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Soul Redeemed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,</p> +<p class="t">When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;</p> +<p class="l">Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,</p> +<p class="t">It is well, it is well with my soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--It is well with my soul,</p> +<p class="t3">It is well, it is well with my soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,</p> +<p class="t">Let this blest assurance control,</p> +<p class="l">That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,</p> +<p class="t">And hath shed his own blood for my soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--</p> +<p class="t">My sin--not in part but the whole,</p> +<p class="l">Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,</p> +<p class="t">Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,</p> +<p class="t">The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,</p> +<p class="l">The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,</p> +<p class="t">"Even so"--it is well with my soul.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H.G. Spafford.</p> +<!-- script: pg("175") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h252"> +<h3><span class="num">252</span> Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>An Accomplished Work.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give</p> +<p class="l">Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,</p> +<p class="t3">I believe on the Son;</p> +<p class="t3">I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,</p> +<p class="l">Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;</p> +<p class="l">They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Little children I see standing close by their King,</p> +<p class="l">And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,</p> +<p class="l">And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,</p> +<p class="l">And the theme of our praises forever will be.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h253"> +<h3><span class="num">253</span> Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(522)</span> <i>From Darkness to Light.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,</p> +<p class="t">Thee thyself I cannot see;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, Master! pass not by me;</p> +<p class="t">Son of David! pity me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("176") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While I sit in weary blindness,</p> +<p class="t">Longing for the blessed light,</p> +<p class="l">Many taste thy loving kindness;</p> +<p class="t">"Lord! I would receive my sight."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I would see thee and adore thee,</p> +<p class="t">And thy word the power can give;</p> +<p class="l">Hear the sightless soul implore thee;</p> +<p class="t">Let me see thy face and live.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?</p> +<p class="t">What this burst of strange delight?</p> +<p class="l">Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!</p> +<p class="t">This is Jesus! this is sight!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!</p> +<p class="t">Let me follow in the way;</p> +<p class="l">I will teach the blind to find him</p> +<p class="t">Who can turn their night to day.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H.D. Ganse.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h254"> +<h3><span class="num">254</span> Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(521)</span> <i>The Blind Man Healed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"</p> +<p class="t">Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;</p> +<p class="l">"Others by thy word are saved,</p> +<p class="t">Now to me afford thine aid."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Many for his crying chid him,--</p> +<p class="t">But he called the louder still;</p> +<p class="l">Till the gracious Savior bade him,--</p> +<p class="t">"Come, and ask me what you will."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Money was not what he wanted,</p> +<p class="t">Though by begging used to live;</p> +<p class="l">But he asked, and Jesus granted,</p> +<p class="t">Alms which none but he could give.</p> +<!-- script: pg("177") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,</p> +<p class="t">Let mine eyes behold the day!"</p> +<p class="l">Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,</p> +<p class="t">Followed Jesus in the way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,</p> +<p class="t">Publishing to all around,</p> +<p class="l">"Friends! is not my case amazing?</p> +<p class="t">What a Savior I have found!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,</p> +<p class="t">And would be advised by me!</p> +<p class="l">Surely would they hasten to him,</p> +<p class="t">He would cause them all to see."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h255"> +<h3><span class="num">255</span> Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.</h3> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, the peace that fills my soul,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--This is my abiding place,</p> +<p class="t4">Clothed with his abounding grace,</p> +<p class="t3">Looking upward to his face,</p> +<p class="t4">Sitting at the feet of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">All my wounds are filled with balm,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here I rest from toil and strife,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Safe beneath the Tree of Life,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus.</p> +<!-- script: pg("178") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come ye guilty and be healed,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus;</p> +<p class="l">Freely is God's love revealed,</p> +<p class="t">Sitting at the feet of Jesus.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Priscilla J. Owens.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h256"> +<h3><span class="num">256</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(649)</span> <i>Prayer for Entire Purification.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Forever here my rest shall be,</p> +<p class="t">Close to thy bleeding side;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis all my hope and all my plea,</p> +<p class="t">"For me the Savior died."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My dying Savior and my God,</p> +<p class="t">Fountain for guilt and sin,</p> +<p class="l">Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,</p> +<p class="t">And cleanse and keep me clean.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,</p> +<p class="t">Wash me, and mine thou art!</p> +<p class="l">Wash me, but not my feet alone,</p> +<p class="t">My hands, my head, my heart!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply</p> +<p class="t">Till faith to sight improve,</p> +<p class="l">Till hope in full fruition die,</p> +<p class="t">And all my soul be love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h257"> +<h3><span class="num">257</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(654)</span> <i>The Believer's Rest.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, I believe a rest remains</p> +<p class="t">To all thy people known;</p> +<p class="l">A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,</p> +<p class="t">And thou art loved alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A rest where all our soul's desire</p> +<p class="t">Is fixed on things above;</p> +<p class="l">Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,</p> +<p class="t">Cast out by perfect love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("179") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,</p> +<p class="t">Believe and enter in:</p> +<p class="l">Now, Savior, now the power bestow,</p> +<p class="t">And let me cease from sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Remove this hardness from my heart;</p> +<p class="t">This unbelief remove:</p> +<p class="l">To me the rest of faith impart--</p> +<p class="t">The Sabbath of thy love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h258"> +<h3><span class="num">258</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(648)</span> <i>Longing for Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh! could I find from day to day,</p> +<p class="t">A nearness to my God;</p> +<p class="l">Then should my hours glide sweet away,</p> +<p class="t">And live upon thy word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord! I desire with thee to live.</p> +<p class="t">Anew from day to day,</p> +<p class="l">In joys the world can never give,</p> +<p class="t">Nor ever take away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart</p> +<p class="t">And I'll be wholly thine;</p> +<p class="l">And never, nevermore depart;</p> +<p class="t">For thou art wholly mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,</p> +<p class="t">Thy goodness I'll adore;</p> +<p class="l">And, when my flesh dissolves in death,</p> +<p class="t">My soul shall love thee more.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h259"> +<h3><span class="num">259</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(662)</span> <i>Self-Dedication.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Welcome, O Savior! to my heart;</p> +<p class="t">Possess thine humble throne;</p> +<p class="l">Bid every rival hence depart,</p> +<p class="t">And claim me for thine own.</p> +<!-- script: pg("180") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The world and Satan I forsake,--</p> +<p class="t">To thee I all resign;</p> +<p class="l">My longing heart, O Jesus! take,</p> +<p class="t">And make it all divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh! may I never turn aside,</p> +<p class="t">Nor from thy bosom flee;</p> +<p class="l">Let nothing here my heart divide--</p> +<p class="t">I give it all to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Hugh Bourne, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h260"> +<h3><span class="num">260</span> Rhine. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(652)</span> <i>Prayer for Entire Sanctification.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God, I know, I feel thee mine,</p> +<p class="t">And will not quit my claim</p> +<p class="l">Till all I have is lost in thine,</p> +<p class="t">And all renewed I am.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,</p> +<p class="t">And will not let thee go,</p> +<p class="l">Till steadfastly by faith I stand</p> +<p class="t">And all thy goodness know.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love</p> +<p class="t">Shed in my heart abroad:</p> +<p class="l">Then shall my feet no longer rove,</p> +<p class="t">Rooted and fixed in God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Refining fire, go through my heart,</p> +<p class="t">Illuminate my soul;</p> +<p class="l">Scatter thy life through every part,</p> +<p class="t">And sanctify the whole.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h261"> +<h3><span class="num">261</span> Bemerton. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(646)</span> <i>Self-Consecration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God! accept my heart this day,</p> +<p class="t">And make it always thine,</p> +<p class="l">That I from thee no more may stray,</p> +<p class="t">No more from thee decline.</p> +<!-- script: pg("181") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Before the cross of him who died,</p> +<p class="t">Behold I prostrate fall;</p> +<p class="l">Let every sin be crucified;</p> +<p class="t">Let Christ be All in All.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,</p> +<p class="t">My blest atonement prove,</p> +<p class="l">That I, from first to last, may be</p> +<p class="t">The purchase of thy love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let every thought, and work, and word,</p> +<p class="t">To thee be ever given;</p> +<p class="l">Then life shall be thy service, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">And death the gate of heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Matthew Bridges, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h262"> +<h3><span class="num">262</span> Uxbridge. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(815)</span> <i>Living to Christ Alone.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My gracious Lord! I own thy right</p> +<p class="l">To every service I can pay,</p> +<p class="l">And call it my supreme delight,</p> +<p class="l">To hear thy dictates and obey.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What is my being, but for thee,</p> +<p class="l">Its sure support, its noblest end?</p> +<p class="l">Thine ever-smiling face to see,</p> +<p class="l">And serve the cause of such a Friend.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,</p> +<p class="l">Or to increase my worldly good;</p> +<p class="l">Nor future days or powers employ,</p> +<p class="l">To spread a sounding name abroad.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,</p> +<p class="l">To him, who for my ransom died;</p> +<p class="l">Nor could all worldly honor give</p> +<p class="l">Such bliss as crowns me at his side.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge. 1740.</p> +<!-- script: pg("182") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h263"> +<h3><span class="num">263</span> Gratitude. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(679)</span> <i>God Wills Our Holiness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">He wills that I should holy be;</p> +<p class="l">That holiness I long to feel;</p> +<p class="l">That full divine conformity</p> +<p class="l">To all my Savior's righteous will.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul</p> +<p class="l">Accomplished in the change of mine;</p> +<p class="l">And plunge me, every whit made whole,</p> +<p class="l">In all the depths of love divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,</p> +<p class="l">And waits to prove thine utmost will;</p> +<p class="l">The promise by thy mercy made,</p> +<p class="l">Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 No more I stagger at thy power,</p> +<p class="l">Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move;</p> +<p class="l">Hasten the long-expected hour,</p> +<p class="l">And bless me with thy perfect love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h264"> +<h3><span class="num">264</span> Duane Street. L.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Way to God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,</p> +<p class="l">He whom I fixed my hopes upon;</p> +<p class="l">His track I see, and I'll pursue</p> +<p class="l">The narrow way till him I view.</p> +<p class="l">The way the holy prophets went,</p> +<p class="l">The road that leads from banishment;</p> +<p class="l">The King's highway of holiness;</p> +<p class="l">I'll go, for all his paths are peace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 This is the way I long have sought,</p> +<p class="l">And mourned because I found it not;</p> +<p class="l">My grief a burden long has been,</p> +<p class="l">Because I was not saved from sin.</p> +<!-- script: pg("183") --> +<p class="l">The more I strove against its power,</p> +<p class="l">I felt its weight and guilt the more;</p> +<p class="l">Till late I heard my Savior say,</p> +<p class="l">"Come hither, soul, I am the way."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,</p> +<p class="l">Shalt take me to thee, as I am;</p> +<p class="l">Nothing but sin have I to give;</p> +<p class="l">Nothing but love shall I receive.</p> +<p class="l">Then will I tell to sinners round,</p> +<p class="l">What a dear Savior I have found;</p> +<p class="l">I'll point to thy redeeming blood,</p> +<p class="l">And say, "Behold the way to God."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Cennick, 1743</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h265"> +<h3><span class="num">265</span> Duane Street. L.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Bought with a Price.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,</p> +<p class="l">Purchased and saved by blood divine,</p> +<p class="l">With full consent thine I would be,</p> +<p class="l">And own thy sovereign right in me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Grant one poor sinner more a place</p> +<p class="l">Among the children of thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">A wretched sinner, lost to God,</p> +<p class="l">But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thine would I live, thine would I die,</p> +<p class="l">Be thine through all eternity;</p> +<p class="l">The vow is past beyond repeal;</p> +<p class="l">And now I set the solemn seal.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Here at that cross where flows the blood,</p> +<p class="l">That bought my guilty soul for God,</p> +<p class="l">Thee, my new Master now I call,</p> +<p class="l">And consecrate to thee my all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. <i>ab.</i></p> +<!-- script: pg("184") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h266"> +<h3><span class="num">266</span> Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(704)</span> <i>Leaving All to Follow Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, I my cross have taken,</p> +<p class="t">All to leave and follow thee;</p> +<p class="l">Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,</p> +<p class="t">Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!</p> +<p class="l">Perish, every fond ambition,</p> +<p class="t">All I've sought, or hoped, or known,</p> +<p class="l">Yet how rich is my condition,</p> +<p class="t">God and heaven are still my own!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let the world despise and leave me--</p> +<p class="t">They have left my Savior too;</p> +<p class="l">Human hearts and looks deceive me--</p> +<p class="t">Thou art not, like them, untrue.</p> +<p class="l">And while thou shalt smile upon me,</p> +<p class="t">God of wisdom, love, and might,</p> +<p class="l">Foes may hate and friends disown me,</p> +<p class="t">Show thy face and all is bright.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;</p> +<p class="t">Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!</p> +<p class="l">In thy service pain is pleasure,</p> +<p class="t">With thy favor, loss is gain.</p> +<p class="l">I have called thee, Abba, Father,</p> +<p class="t">I have set my heart on thee;</p> +<p class="l">Storms may howl, and clouds may gather--</p> +<p class="t">All must work for good to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,</p> +<p class="t">Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;</p> +<p class="l">Heaven's eternal day's before thee,</p> +<p class="t">God's own hand shall guide thee there.</p> +<p class="l">Soon shall close thy earthly mission,</p> +<p class="t">Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;</p> +<p class="l">Hope shall change to glad fruition,</p> +<p class="t">Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.</p> +<!-- script: pg("185") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h267"> +<h3><span class="num">267</span> Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(701)</span> <i>Desiring Sanctification.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Love divine, all love excelling,</p> +<p class="t">Joy of heaven, to earth come down;</p> +<p class="l">Fix in us thy humble dwelling;</p> +<p class="t">All thy faithful mercies crown;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, thou art all compassion;</p> +<p class="t">Pure, unbounded love thou art;</p> +<p class="l">Visit us with thy salvation;</p> +<p class="t">Enter every trembling heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit</p> +<p class="t">Into every troubled breast,</p> +<p class="l">Let us all thy grace inherit;</p> +<p class="t">Let us find thy promised rest;</p> +<p class="l">Take away the love of sinning;</p> +<p class="t">Take our load of guilt away;</p> +<p class="l">End the work of thy beginning;</p> +<p class="t">Bring us to eternal day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Carry on thy new creation;</p> +<p class="t">Pure and holy may we be;</p> +<p class="l">Let us see our whole salvation</p> +<p class="t">Perfectly secured by thee:</p> +<p class="l">Change from glory into glory,</p> +<p class="t">Till in heaven we take our place,</p> +<p class="l">Till we cast our crowns before thee,</p> +<p class="t">Lost in wonder, love, and praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1747.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h268"> +<h3><span class="num">268</span> Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(700)</span> <i>Union with Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In thy service will I ever,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;</p> +<p class="l">Nothing me from thee shall sever,</p> +<p class="t">Gladly would I go thy way.</p> +<!-- script: pg("186") --> +<p class="l">Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever</p> +<p class="t">Thine in sorrow and in joy;</p> +<p class="l">Death the union shall not sever,</p> +<p class="t">Nor eternity destroy.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let thy light on me be shining</p> +<p class="t">When the day is almost gone,</p> +<p class="l">When the evening is declining,</p> +<p class="t">And the night is drawing on:</p> +<p class="l">Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying</p> +<p class="t">Thy hands on my weary head;</p> +<p class="l">"Here thy day is ended," saying,</p> +<p class="t">"Yonder live the faithful dead."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Stay beside me, when the stillness</p> +<p class="t">And the icy touch of death</p> +<p class="l">Fill my trembling soul with chillness,</p> +<p class="t">Like the morning's frosty breath;</p> +<p class="l">As my failing eyes grow dimmer,</p> +<p class="t">Let my spirit grow more bright,</p> +<p class="l">As I see the first faint glimmer</p> +<p class="t">Of the everlasting light.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">P. Spitta, 1833.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h269"> +<h3><span class="num">269</span> Even Me. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(523)</span> <i>Pass Me Not.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Thou art scattering, broad and free;</p> +<p class="l">Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;</p> +<p class="t">Let their fullness fall on me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Even me, even me,</p> +<p class="t3">Let their fullness fall on me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!</p> +<p class="t">Sinful, though my heart may be;</p> +<p class="l">Thou might'st curse me, but the rather</p> +<p class="t">Let thy mercy fall on me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("187") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!</p> +<p class="t">Let me love and cling to thee;</p> +<p class="l">I am longing for thy favor;</p> +<p class="t">When thou comest, call for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!</p> +<p class="t">Thou canst make the blind to see;</p> +<p class="l">Witnesser of Jesus' merit,</p> +<p class="t">Speak the word of power to me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,</p> +<p class="t">Long been slighting, grieving thee?</p> +<p class="l">Has the world my heart been keeping?</p> +<p class="t">Oh! forgive and rescue me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--</p> +<p class="t">Blood of God, so rich and free,--</p> +<p class="l">Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--</p> +<p class="t">Magnify them all in me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h270"> +<h3><span class="num">270</span> Even Me. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(524)</span> <i>Self-Consecration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Take me, oh, my Father! take me,</p> +<p class="t">Take me, save me, through thy Son;</p> +<p class="l">That which thou would'st have me, make me,</p> +<p class="t">Let thy will in me be done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,</p> +<p class="t">Thorny proved the way I trod;</p> +<p class="l">Weary come I now, and praying--</p> +<p class="t">Take me to thy love, my God!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,</p> +<p class="t">Humbly I confess my sin;</p> +<p class="l">At thy feet, O Father! falling,</p> +<p class="t">To thy household take me in.</p> +<!-- script: pg("188") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Freely now to thee I proffer</p> +<p class="t">This relenting heart of mine;</p> +<p class="l">Freely, life and soul I offer--</p> +<p class="t">Gift unworthy love like thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Once the world's Redeemer dying,</p> +<p class="t">Bore our sins upon the tree;</p> +<p class="l">On that sacrifice relying,</p> +<p class="t">Now I look in hope to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Father! take me; all forgiving,</p> +<p class="t">Fold me to thy loving breast;</p> +<p class="l">In thy hope forever living,</p> +<p class="t">I must be forever blest!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ray Palmer, 1865.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h271"> +<h3><span class="num">271</span> Ferguson. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(637)</span> <i>Restore My Peace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O Jesus! full of grace,</p> +<p class="t">To thee I make my moan:</p> +<p class="l">Let me again behold thy face--</p> +<p class="t">Call home thy banished one.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Again my pardon seal,</p> +<p class="t">Again my soul restore,</p> +<p class="l">And freely my backslidings heal,</p> +<p class="t">And bid me sin no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thine utmost mercy show;</p> +<p class="t">Say to my drooping soul--</p> +<p class="l">In peace and full assurance go;</p> +<p class="t">Thy faith hath made thee whole.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1756.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h272"> +<h3><span class="num">272</span> I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Dependence on Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I cannot do without thee,</p> +<p class="t">O Savior of the lost!</p> +<p class="l">Whose precious blood redeemed me</p> +<p class="t">At such tremendous cost.</p> +<!-- script: pg("189") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I cannot, would not,</p> +<p class="t3">Dare not, could not,</p> +<p class="t3">Will not do without thee.</p> +<p class="t3">I have no strength or goodness,</p> +<p class="t3">No wisdom of my own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I cannot do without thee,</p> +<p class="t">I cannot stand alone;</p> +<p class="l">I have no strength or goodness,</p> +<p class="t">No wisdom of my own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I cannot do without thee,</p> +<p class="t">I do not know the way;</p> +<p class="l">Thou knowest and thou leadest,</p> +<p class="t">And wilt not let me stray.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I cannot do without thee,</p> +<p class="t">For years are fleeting fast,</p> +<p class="l">And soon, in solemn loneliness,</p> +<p class="t">The river must be passed.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frances H. Havergal, Alt.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h273"> +<h3><span class="num">273</span> Ferguson. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(635)</span> <i>Absorbed in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Mine eyes and my desire</p> +<p class="t">Are ever to the Lord;</p> +<p class="l">I love to plead his promises,</p> +<p class="t">And rest upon his word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;</p> +<p class="t">Bring thy salvation near;</p> +<p class="l">When will thy hand release my feet</p> +<p class="t">From sin's destructive snare?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When shall the sov'reign grace</p> +<p class="t">Of my forgiving God</p> +<p class="l">Restore me from those dangerous ways</p> +<p class="t">My wand'ring feet have trod?</p> +<!-- script: pg("190") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, keep my soul from death,</p> +<p class="t">Nor put my hope to shame;</p> +<p class="l">For I have placed my only trust</p> +<p class="t">In my Redeemer's name.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h274"> +<h3><span class="num">274</span> Trusting. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(694)</span> <i>At the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I am coming to the cross;</p> +<p class="l">I am poor, and weak, and blind;</p> +<p class="l">I am counting all but dross;</p> +<p class="l">I shall thy salvation find.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee,</p> +<p class="t3">Blest Lamb of Calvary;</p> +<p class="t3">Humbly at thy cross I bow;</p> +<p class="t3">Save me, Jesus, save me now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;</p> +<p class="l">Long has evil reigned within;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus sweetly speaks to me--</p> +<p class="l">I will cleanse you from all sin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here I give my all to thee--</p> +<p class="l">Friends, and time, and earthly store;</p> +<p class="l">Soul and body thine to be--</p> +<p class="l">Wholly thine--forevermore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 In the promises I trust;</p> +<p class="l">Now I feel the blood applied;</p> +<p class="l">I am prostrate in the dust;</p> +<p class="l">I with Christ am crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul!</p> +<p class="l">Perfected in love I am!</p> +<p class="l">I am ev'ry whit made whole;</p> +<p class="l">Glory! glory to the Lamb!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. McDonald.</p> +<!-- script: pg("191") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h275"> +<h3><span class="num">275</span> I'll Live for Him. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Dedication of Self.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My life, my love I give to thee,</p> +<p class="t">Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, may I ever faithful be</p> +<p class="t">My Savior and my God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I'll live for him who died for me,</p> +<p class="t3">How happy, then, my life shall be!</p> +<p class="t3">I'll live for him who died for me,</p> +<p class="t3">My Savior and my God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I now believe thou dost receive,</p> +<p class="t">For thou hast died that I might live;</p> +<p class="l">And now henceforth I'll trust in thee,</p> +<p class="t">My Savior and my God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary,</p> +<p class="t">To save my soul and make me free,</p> +<p class="l">I consecrate my life to thee,</p> +<p class="t">My Savior and my God.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h276"> +<h3><span class="num">276</span> Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Offered Heart.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Take my heart, dear Jesus,</p> +<p class="l">Make it all thine own,</p> +<p class="l">Let thy Holy Spirit</p> +<p class="l">Break this heart of stone,</p> +<p class="l">And make me all thine own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Take my heart, and let it be</p> +<p class="t3">Ev'ry moment more like thee;</p> +<p class="t3">At thy feet I bow;</p> +<p class="t3">Take my heart just now,</p> +<p class="t3">And make me all thine own.</p> +<!-- script: pg("192") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Take my heart, dear Jesus,</p> +<p class="l">Make it pure and clean;</p> +<p class="l">Let thy blood, still flowing,</p> +<p class="l">Wash away my sin,</p> +<p class="l">And make me pure and clean.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Take my heart, dear Jesus,</p> +<p class="l">Make it white as snow;</p> +<p class="l">May the cleansing fountain,</p> +<p class="l">May the precious flow,</p> +<p class="l">Still keep me white as snow.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Baltzell</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h277"> +<h3><span class="num">277</span> Entire Consecration. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Self-Dedication</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Take my life, and let it be</p> +<p class="t">Consecrated, Lord, to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Take my hands and let them move</p> +<p class="t">At the impulse of thy love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood,</p> +<p class="t3">Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood,</p> +<p class="t3">Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be</p> +<p class="t3">Thine, henceforth, eternally.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Take my feet, and let them be</p> +<p class="t">Swift and beautiful for thee;</p> +<p class="l">Take my voice, and let me sing</p> +<p class="t">Always, only for my King</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Take my lips, and let them be</p> +<p class="t">Filled with messages for thee;</p> +<p class="l">Take my silver and my gold--</p> +<p class="t">Not a mite would I withhold.</p> +<!-- script: pg("193") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Take my moments and my days,</p> +<p class="t">Let them flow in endless praise;</p> +<p class="l">Take my intellect, and use</p> +<p class="t">Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Take my will, and make it thine;</p> +<p class="t">It shall be no longer mine;</p> +<p class="l">Take my heart,--it is thine own,--</p> +<p class="t">It shall be thy royal throne.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour</p> +<p class="t">At thy feet its treasure-store!</p> +<p class="l">Take myself, and I will be</p> +<p class="t">Ever, only, all for thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frances Ridley Havergal.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h278"> +<h3><span class="num">278</span> Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Nearness to Christ Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, weak and impotent I stand,</p> +<p class="l">As fettered by an unseen hand;</p> +<p class="l">Break thou the strong and subtle band,</p> +<p class="t">And draw me close to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Draw me close to thee, Savior,</p> +<p class="t3">Draw me close to thee;</p> +<p class="t3">Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,</p> +<p class="t3">And draw me close to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In vain I struggle to be free;</p> +<p class="l">I would, but cannot, fly to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Ope thou the prison door for me,</p> +<p class="t">And draw me close to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still,</p> +<p class="l">That thine own peace my soul may fill,</p> +<p class="l">And I may rest in thy sweet will;</p> +<p class="t">Lord, draw me close to thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("194") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide,</p> +<p class="l">And never wander from thy side;</p> +<p class="l">Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,</p> +<p class="t">And draw me close to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M.A.W. Cook.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h279"> +<h3><span class="num">279</span> Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(668)</span> <i>Clinging to Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O holy Savior! Friend unseen,</p> +<p class="l">Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean,</p> +<p class="l">Help me, throughout life's changing scene,</p> +<p class="t">By faith to cling to thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Help me cling to thee, Savior,</p> +<p class="t3">Help me cling to thee!</p> +<p class="t3">Help me, throughout life's changing scene,</p> +<p class="t3">By faith to cling to thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Without a murmur I dismiss</p> +<p class="l">My former dreams of earthly bliss;</p> +<p class="l">My joy, my recompense be this,</p> +<p class="t">Each hour to cling to thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though faith and hope are often tried,</p> +<p class="l">I ask not, need not, aught beside;</p> +<p class="l">So safe, so calm, so satisfied,</p> +<p class="t">The soul that clings to thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charlotte Elliott.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h280"> +<h3><span class="num">280</span> Draw Me Nearer. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Communion with Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,</p> +<p class="t">And it told thy love to me;</p> +<p class="l">But I long to rise in the arms of faith,</p> +<p class="t">And be closer drawn to thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("195") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,</p> +<p class="t4">To the cross where thou hast died;</p> +<p class="t3">Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,</p> +<p class="t4">To thy precious, bleeding side.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,</p> +<p class="t">By the pow'r of grace divine;</p> +<p class="l">Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,</p> +<p class="t">And my will be lost in thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O the pure delight of a single hour</p> +<p class="t">That before thy throne I spend,</p> +<p class="l">When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God,</p> +<p class="t">I commune as friend with friend.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There are depths of love that I cannot know</p> +<p class="t">Till I cross the narrow sea,</p> +<p class="l">There are heights of joy that I may not reach</p> +<p class="t">Till I rest in peace with thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h281"> +<h3><span class="num">281</span> Whiter Than Snow. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Desire for Purity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;</p> +<p class="l">I want thee forever to live in my soul;</p> +<p class="l">Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; </p> +<p class="l">Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;</p> +<p class="t3">Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies,</p> +<p class="l">And help me to make a complete sacrifice;</p> +<p class="l">I give up myself and whatever I know--</p> +<p class="l">Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</p> +<!-- script: pg("196") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;</p> +<p class="l">I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet,</p> +<p class="l">By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow--</p> +<p class="l">Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait;</p> +<p class="l">Come now, and within me a new heart create;</p> +<p class="l">To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no--</p> +<p class="l">Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Nicholson.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h282"> +<h3><span class="num">282</span> Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Resting in Christ's Merits.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r?</p> +<p class="t">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +<p class="l">Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour?</p> +<p class="t">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Are you washed in the blood,</p> +<p class="t3">In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?</p> +<p class="t3">Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?</p> +<p class="t3">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?</p> +<p class="t">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +<p class="l">Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?</p> +<p class="t">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white,</p> +<p class="t">Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +<p class="l">Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright?</p> +<p class="t">And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?</p> +<!-- script: pg("197") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,</p> +<p class="t">And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;</p> +<p class="l">There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.A. Hoffman.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h283"> +<h3><span class="num">283</span> The Cleansing Wave. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>It Cleanseth Me.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, now I see the crimson wave,</p> +<p class="t">The fountain deep and wide;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,</p> +<p class="t">Points to his wounded side.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--The cleansing stream I see! I see!</p> +<p class="t3">I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me;</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me,</p> +<p class="t3">It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light,</p> +<p class="t">Above the world and sin,</p> +<p class="l">With heart made pure, and garments white,</p> +<p class="t">And Christ enthroned within.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below</p> +<p class="t">To feel the blood applied;</p> +<p class="l">And Jesus, only Jesus know,</p> +<p class="t">My Jesus crucified.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Phœbe Palmer</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h284"> +<h3><span class="num">284</span> Beulah Land. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Rest of Faith.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I've reached the land of corn and wine.</p> +<p class="l">And all its riches freely mine;</p> +<p class="l">Here shines undimmed one blissful day,</p> +<p class="l">For all my night has passed away.</p> +<!-- script: pg("198") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land,</p> +<p class="t3">As on thy highest mount I stand,</p> +<p class="t3">I look away across the sea,</p> +<p class="t3">Where mansions are prepared for me,</p> +<p class="t3">And view the shining glory shore,</p> +<p class="t3">My heaven, my home forevermore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Savior comes and walks with me,</p> +<p class="l">And sweet communion here have we;</p> +<p class="l">He gently leads me with his hand,</p> +<p class="l">For this is heaven's border land.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze,</p> +<p class="l">Is borne from ever vernal trees,</p> +<p class="l">And flowers that never fading grow</p> +<p class="l">Where streams of life forever flow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The zephyrs seem to float to me,</p> +<p class="l">Sweet sounds of heaven's melody,</p> +<p class="l">As angels, with the white-robed throng,</p> +<p class="l">Join in the sweet redemption song.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edgar Page Stites.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h285"> +<h3><span class="num">285</span> The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Beulah Land.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I am dwelling on the mountain,</p> +<p class="t">Where the golden sunlight gleams</p> +<p class="l">O'er a land whose wondrous beauty</p> +<p class="t">Far exceeds my fondest dreams;</p> +<p class="l">Where the air is pure ethereal,</p> +<p class="t">Laden with the breath of flow'rs,</p> +<p class="l">They are blooming by the fountain,</p> +<p class="t">'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Is not this land of Beulah,</p> +<p class="t4">Blessed, blessed land of light?</p> +<p class="t3">Where the flowers bloom forever,</p> +<p class="t4">And the sun is always bright.</p> +<!-- script: pg("199") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I can see far down the mountains,</p> +<p class="t">Where I wandered weary years,</p> +<p class="l">Often hindered in my journey</p> +<p class="t">By the ghosts of doubts and fears;</p> +<p class="l">Broken vows and disappointments,</p> +<p class="t">Thickly sprinkled all the way,</p> +<p class="l">But the Spirit led unerring,</p> +<p class="t">To the land I hold to-day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I am drinking at the fountain,</p> +<p class="t">Where I ever would abide;</p> +<p class="l">For I've tasted life's pure river,</p> +<p class="t">And my soul is satisfied;</p> +<p class="l">There's no thirsting for life's pleasures,</p> +<p class="t">Nor adorning, rich and gay,</p> +<p class="l">For I've found a richer treasure.</p> +<p class="t">One that fadeth not away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Tell me not of heavy crosses,</p> +<p class="t">Nor the burdens hard to bear,</p> +<p class="l">For I've found this great salvation</p> +<p class="t">Makes each burden light appear;</p> +<p class="l">And I love to follow Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Gladly counting all but dross,</p> +<p class="l">Worldly honors all forsaking</p> +<p class="t">For the glory of the cross.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!</p> +<p class="t">Oft I've proved this to be true;</p> +<p class="l">When I'm in the way so narrow</p> +<p class="t">I can see a pathway thro';</p> +<p class="l">And how sweetly Jesus whispers:</p> +<p class="t">Take the cross, thou need'st not fear,</p> +<p class="l">For I've tried this way before thee.</p> +<p class="t">And the glory lingers near.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Wm. Hunter.</p> +<!-- script: pg("200") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h286"> +<h3><span class="num">286</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(590)</span> <i>Christ Incomparable.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Majestic sweetness sits enthroned</p> +<p class="t">Upon the Savior's brow;</p> +<p class="l">His head with radiant glories crowned,</p> +<p class="t">His lips with grace o'erflow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 No mortal can with him compare</p> +<p class="t">Among the sons of men;</p> +<p class="l">Fairer is he, than all the fair</p> +<p class="t">Who fill the heavenly train.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,</p> +<p class="t">And flew to my relief;</p> +<p class="l">For me he bore the shameful cross,</p> +<p class="t">And carried all my grief.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To heaven, the place of his abode,</p> +<p class="t">He brings my weary feet;</p> +<p class="l">Shows me the glories of my God,</p> +<p class="t">And makes my joys complete.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel Stennett, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h287"> +<h3><span class="num">287</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(591)</span> <i>Christ Jesus, All in All.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I've found the pearl of greatest price!</p> +<p class="t">My heart doth sing for joy;</p> +<p class="l">And sing I must, for Christ is mine!</p> +<p class="t">Christ shall my song employ.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;</p> +<p class="t">My Prophet full of light,</p> +<p class="l">My great High Priest before the throne,</p> +<p class="t">My King of heavenly might.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Christ is my peace; he died for me,</p> +<p class="t">For me he gave his blood;</p> +<p class="l">And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,</p> +<p class="t">Offered himself to God.</p> +<!-- script: pg("201") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,--</p> +<p class="t">My Comfort, and my Love;</p> +<p class="l">My Life below, and he shall be</p> +<p class="t">My Joy and Crown above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Mason, 1683. <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h288"> +<h3><span class="num">288</span> Ortonville. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(588)</span> <i>Invitation to Praise the Redeemer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing</p> +<p class="t">My great Redeemer's praise,</p> +<p class="l">The glories of my God and King</p> +<p class="t">The triumphs of his grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My gracious Master, and my God,</p> +<p class="t">Assist me to proclaim--</p> +<p class="l">To spread, through all the earth abroad,</p> +<p class="t">The honors of thy name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,</p> +<p class="t">That bids our sorrows cease;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis music in the sinner's ears,</p> +<p class="t">'Tis life, and health, and peace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,</p> +<p class="t">He sets the pris'ner free:</p> +<p class="l">His blood can make the foulest clean--</p> +<p class="t">His blood availed for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice</p> +<p class="t">New life the dead receive;</p> +<p class="l">The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">The humble poor believe.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,</p> +<p class="t">Your loosened tongues employ;</p> +<p class="l">Ye blind, behold your Savior come;</p> +<p class="t">And leap, ye lame, for joy.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1740.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("202") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h289"> +<h3><span class="num">289</span> Henry. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(596)</span> <i>Praise to Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, let us all unite to praise</p> +<p class="t">The Savior of mankind;</p> +<p class="l">Our thankful hearts in solemn lays</p> +<p class="t">Be with our voices joined.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O Lord! we cannot silent be;</p> +<p class="t">By love we are constrained</p> +<p class="l">To offer our best thanks to thee,</p> +<p class="t">Our Savior, and our Friend.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let every tongue thy goodness show,</p> +<p class="t">And spread abroad thy fame;</p> +<p class="l">Let every heart with praise o'erflow,</p> +<p class="t">And bless thy sacred name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Worship and honor, thanks and love,</p> +<p class="t">Be to our Jesus given,</p> +<p class="l">By men below, by hosts above,</p> +<p class="t">By all in earth and heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Martin Madan (?), 1760.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h290"> +<h3><span class="num">290</span> Cambridge. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(206)</span> <i>The Incarnation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, awake, the sacred song,</p> +<p class="t">To our incarnate Lord;</p> +<p class="l">Let every heart and every tongue</p> +<p class="t">Adore th' eternal Word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power,</p> +<p class="t">By whom the worlds were made;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--</p> +<p class="t">Was once in flesh arrayed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To dwell with misery here below,</p> +<p class="t">The Savior left the skies,</p> +<p class="l">And sunk to wretchedness and woe,</p> +<p class="t">That worthless man might rise.</p> +<!-- script: pg("203") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,</p> +<p class="t">To hail the joyful day;</p> +<p class="l">With rapture, then, let human tongues</p> +<p class="t">Their grateful worship pay.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h291"> +<h3><span class="num">291</span> St. Agnes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(548)</span> <i>Jesus Our Joy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, the very tho't of thee</p> +<p class="t">With sweetness fills my breast;</p> +<p class="l">But sweeter far thy face to see,</p> +<p class="t">And in thy presence rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,</p> +<p class="t">Nor can the mem'ry find</p> +<p class="l">A sweeter sound than thy blest name,</p> +<p class="t">O Savior of mankind!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart!</p> +<p class="t">Oh, joy of all the meek!</p> +<p class="l">To those who fall, how kind thou art!</p> +<p class="t">How good to those who seek.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And those who find thee, find a bliss</p> +<p class="t">Nor tongue nor pen can show;</p> +<p class="l">The love of Jesus, what it is</p> +<p class="t">None but his loved ones know.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Jesus! our only joy be thou,</p> +<p class="t">As thou our prize wilt be;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus! be thou our glory now,</p> +<p class="t">And through eternity.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h292"> +<h3><span class="num">292</span> St. Agnes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(551)</span> <i>All-Absorbing Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Forgive me, if I say,</p> +<p class="l">For very love, thy sacred name</p> +<p class="t">A thousand times a day.</p> +<!-- script: pg("204") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love thee so, I know not how</p> +<p class="t">My transports to control;</p> +<p class="l">Thy love is like a burning fire</p> +<p class="t">Within my very soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let</p> +<p class="t">So vile a heart as mine</p> +<p class="l">Love thee with such a love as this,</p> +<p class="t">And make so free with thine!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!</p> +<p class="t">O Heaven begun on earth!</p> +<p class="l">Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who</p> +<p class="t">Can tell what thou art worth?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!</p> +<p class="t">What art thou not to me?</p> +<p class="l">Each hour brings joys before unknown,</p> +<p class="t">Each day new liberty.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h293"> +<h3><span class="num">293</span> St. Agnes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(545)</span> <i>Supreme Love to Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?</p> +<p class="t">Behold my heart, and see;</p> +<p class="l">And turn each worthless idol out,</p> +<p class="t">That dares to rival thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?</p> +<p class="t">Then let me nothing love;</p> +<p class="l">Dead be my heart to every joy,</p> +<p class="t">Which thou dost not approve.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Is not thy name melodious still,</p> +<p class="t">To mine attentive ear?</p> +<p class="l">Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill</p> +<p class="t">My Savior's voice to hear?</p> +<!-- script: pg("205") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord!</p> +<p class="t">But, oh! I long to soar</p> +<p class="l">Far from the sphere of mortal joys,</p> +<p class="t">And learn to love thee more.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1750.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h294"> +<h3><span class="num">294</span> How I Love Jesus. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(537)</span> <i>The Dearest Name.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a name I love to hear,</p> +<p class="t">I love to sing its worth;</p> +<p class="l">It sounds like music in mine ear,</p> +<p class="t">The sweetest name on earth.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, how I love Jesus,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, how I love Jesus,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, how I love Jesus,</p> +<p class="t3">Because he first loved me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 It tells me of a Savior's love,</p> +<p class="t">Who died to set me free;</p> +<p class="l">It tells me of his precious blood,</p> +<p class="t">The sinner's perfect plea.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 It tells me what my Father hath</p> +<p class="t">In store for every day,</p> +<p class="l">And, though I tread a darksome path,</p> +<p class="t">Yields sunshine all the way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 It tells of One, whose loving heart</p> +<p class="t">Can feel my deepest woe,</p> +<p class="l">Who in each sorrow bears a part,</p> +<p class="t">That none can bear below.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frederick Whitfield, 1859.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h295"> +<h3><span class="num">295</span> How I Love Jesus. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(538)</span> <i>The Precious Name.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sweet the name of Jesus sounds</p> +<p class="t">In a believer's ear;</p> +<p class="l">It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,</p> +<p class="t">And drives away his fear.</p> +<!-- script: pg("206") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,</p> +<p class="t">And calms the troubled breast;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis manna to the hungry soul,</p> +<p class="t">And to the weary, rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,</p> +<p class="t">My shield and hiding-place;</p> +<p class="l">My never-failing treasure, filled</p> +<p class="t">With boundless stores of grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,</p> +<p class="t">My Prophet, Priest, and King,</p> +<p class="l">My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,</p> +<p class="t">Accept the praise I bring.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 I would thy boundless love proclaim</p> +<p class="t">With every fleeting breath,</p> +<p class="l">So shall the music of thy name</p> +<p class="t">Refresh my soul in death.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h296"> +<h3><span class="num">296</span> Webb. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Joyful Prospect.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, when shall I see Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">And reign with him above?</p> +<p class="l">And drink the flowing fountain</p> +<p class="t">Of everlasting love?</p> +<p class="l">When shall I be delivered</p> +<p class="t">From this vain world of sin?</p> +<p class="l">And with my blessed Jesus</p> +<p class="t">Drink endless pleasures in?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 But now I am a soldier,</p> +<p class="t">My Captain's gone before;</p> +<p class="l">He's given me my orders,</p> +<p class="t">And tells me not to fear;</p> +<p class="l">And if I hold out faithful,</p> +<p class="t">A crown of life he'll give,</p> +<p class="l">And all his valiant soldiers</p> +<p class="t">Eternal life shall have.</p> +<!-- script: pg("207") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Through grace I am determined</p> +<p class="t">To conquer, though I die,</p> +<p class="l">And then away to Jesus</p> +<p class="t">On wings of love I'll fly!</p> +<p class="l">Farewell to sin and sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">I bid them all adieu;</p> +<p class="l">And you, my friends, prove faithful,</p> +<p class="t">And on your way pursue.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! do not be discouraged,</p> +<p class="t">For Jesus is your friend;</p> +<p class="l">And if you lack for knowledge,</p> +<p class="t">He'll not forget to lend:</p> +<p class="l">Neither will he upbraid you,</p> +<p class="t">Though often you request;</p> +<p class="l">He'll give you grace to conquer,</p> +<p class="t">And take you home to rest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h297"> +<h3><span class="num">297</span> Webb. 7s & 6s, D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(622)</span> <i>Praise to the Savior.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">To thee, my God and Savior!</p> +<p class="t">My heart exulting sings,</p> +<p class="l">Rejoicing in thy favor,</p> +<p class="t">Almighty King of kings!</p> +<p class="l">I'll celebrate thy glory,</p> +<p class="t">With all thy saints above,</p> +<p class="l">And tell the joyful story</p> +<p class="t">Of thy redeeming love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Soon as the morn with roses</p> +<p class="t">Bedecks the dewy east,</p> +<p class="l">And when the sun reposes</p> +<p class="t">Upon the ocean's breast;</p> +<p class="l">My voice, in supplication,</p> +<p class="t">Well-pleased thou shalt hear:</p> +<p class="l">Oh! grant me thy salvation,</p> +<p class="t">And to my soul draw near.</p> +<!-- script: pg("208") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 By thee, through life supported,</p> +<p class="t">I pass the dangerous road,</p> +<p class="l">With heavenly hosts escorted,</p> +<p class="t">Up to their bright abode;</p> +<p class="l">There, cast my crown before thee.--</p> +<p class="t">Now, all my conflicts o'er,--</p> +<p class="l">And day and night adore thee:--</p> +<p class="t">What can an angel more?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Haweis, 1792.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h298"> +<h3><span class="num">298</span> Heavenly King. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(612)</span> <i>Rejoicing on the Way.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Children of the heavenly King,</p> +<p class="l">As we journey let us sing;</p> +<p class="l">Sing our Savior's worthy praise,</p> +<p class="l">Glorious in his works and ways.</p> +<p class="l">We are trav'ling home to God,</p> +<p class="l">In the way our fathers trod;</p> +<p class="l">They are happy now, and we</p> +<p class="l">Soon their happiness shall see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand</p> +<p class="l">On the borders of our land;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,</p> +<p class="l">Bids us undismayed go on.</p> +<p class="l">Lord! obediently we'll go,</p> +<p class="l">Gladly leaving all below:</p> +<p class="l">Only thou our Leader be,</p> +<p class="l">And we still will follow thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Cennick, 1742.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h299"> +<h3><span class="num">299</span> Atoning Lamb. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(575)</span> <i>Delight in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Earth has nothing sweet or fair,</p> +<p class="l">Lovely forms or beauties rare,</p> +<p class="l">But before my eyes they bring</p> +<p class="l">Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.</p> +<!-- script: pg("209") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When the morning paints the skies,</p> +<p class="l">When the golden sunbeams rise,</p> +<p class="l">Then my Savior's form I find</p> +<p class="l">Brightly imaged on my mind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When the day-beams pierce the night,</p> +<p class="l">Oft I think on Jesus' light,--</p> +<p class="l">Think,--how bright that light will be,</p> +<p class="l">Shining through eternity.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When, as moonlight softly steals,</p> +<p class="l">Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,</p> +<p class="l">Then I think;--who made their light</p> +<p class="l">Is a thousand times more bright.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,</p> +<p class="l">Fields their varied tints display,</p> +<p class="l">Wakes the thrilling thought in me,</p> +<p class="l">What must their Creator be?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Lord of all that's fair to see!</p> +<p class="l">Come, reveal thyself to me;</p> +<p class="l">Let me, 'mid thy radiant light,</p> +<p class="l">See thine unveiled glories bright.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657.</p> +<p class="author">Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h300"> +<h3><span class="num">300</span> Luther. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(349)</span> <i>The Song of the Seraphs.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Crown him with many crowns,</p> +<p class="t">The Lamb upon his throne;</p> +<p class="l">Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns</p> +<p class="t">All music but its own!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Awake, my soul! and sing</p> +<p class="t">Of him who died for thee;</p> +<p class="l">And hail him as thy matchless King,</p> +<p class="t">Through all eternity.</p> +<!-- script: pg("210") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Crown him, the Lord of love!</p> +<p class="t">Behold his hands and side,</p> +<p class="l">Rich wounds, yet visible above</p> +<p class="t">In beauty glorified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Crown him, the Lord of peace!</p> +<p class="t">Whose power a scepter sways,</p> +<p class="l">From pole to pole, that wars may cease,</p> +<p class="t">Absorbed in prayer and praise.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Crown him, the Lord of years!</p> +<p class="t">The Potentate of time;</p> +<p class="l">Creator of the rolling spheres,</p> +<p class="t">Ineffably sublime!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Matthew Bridges, 1852.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h301"> +<h3><span class="num">301</span> Luther. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(350)</span> <i>The Song of Moses and the Lamb.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, and sing the song</p> +<p class="t">Of Moses and the Lamb;</p> +<p class="l">Wake, every heart, and every tongue!</p> +<p class="t">To praise the Savior's name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sing of his dying love;</p> +<p class="t">Sing of his rising power;</p> +<p class="l">Sing how he intercedes above</p> +<p class="t">For those whose sins he bore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sing on your heavenly way,</p> +<p class="t">Ye ransomed sinners! sing;</p> +<p class="l">Sing on, rejoicing, every day,</p> +<p class="t">In Christ, th' eternal King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Soon shall ye hear him say,</p> +<p class="t">"Ye blessed children! come;"</p> +<p class="l">Soon will he call you hence away,</p> +<p class="t">And take his wanderers home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Hammond, 1745.</p> +<p class="author">Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.</p> +<!-- script: pg("211") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h302"> +<h3><span class="num">302</span> Greenwood. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(562)</span> <i>Living to God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord!</p> +<p class="t">That taught us this sweet way,</p> +<p class="l">Only to love thee for thyself,</p> +<p class="t">And for that love obey.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope!</p> +<p class="t">We to thy mercy fly;</p> +<p class="l">Where'er we are, thou canst protect,</p> +<p class="t">Whate'er we need, supply.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Whether we sleep or wake,</p> +<p class="t">To thee we both resign;</p> +<p class="l">By night we see, as well as day,</p> +<p class="t">If thy light on us shine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Whether we live or die,</p> +<p class="t">Both we submit to thee;</p> +<p class="l">In death we live, as well as life,</p> +<p class="t">If thine in death we be.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Austin, 1668.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h303"> +<h3><span class="num">303</span> Ariel. C.P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(623)</span> <i>Christ's Character Appreciated.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! could I sound the glories forth,</p> +<p class="t">Which in my Savior shine!</p> +<p class="l">I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,</p> +<p class="l">And vie with Gabriel while he sings,</p> +<p class="t">In notes almost divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,</p> +<p class="l">My ransom from the dreadful guilt,</p> +<p class="t">Of sin and wrath divine;</p> +<p class="l">I'd sing his glorious righteousness,</p> +<p class="l">In which all-perfect heav'nly dress</p> +<p class="t">My soul shall ever shine.</p> +<!-- script: pg("212") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I'd sing the characters he bears,</p> +<p class="l">And all the forms of love he wears,</p> +<p class="t">Exalted on his throne;</p> +<p class="l">In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,</p> +<p class="l">I would to everlasting days,</p> +<p class="t">Make all his glories known.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Well--the delightful day will come,</p> +<p class="l">When he, dear Lord! will bring me home,</p> +<p class="t">And I shall see his face:</p> +<p class="l">There, with my Savior, brother, friend,</p> +<p class="l">A blessed eternity I'll spend,</p> +<p class="t">Triumphant in his grace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel Medley, 1789.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h304"> +<h3><span class="num">304</span> Federal Street. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Ashamed of Me.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus! and shall it ever be,</p> +<p class="l">A mortal man ashamed of thee!</p> +<p class="l">Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,</p> +<p class="l">Whose glories shine thro' endless days.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far</p> +<p class="l">Let evening blush to own a star;</p> +<p class="l">He sheds the beams of light divine</p> +<p class="l">O'er this benighted soul of mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend</p> +<p class="l">On whom my hopes of heaven depend!</p> +<p class="l">No; when I blush, be this my shame,</p> +<p class="l">That I no more revere his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,</p> +<p class="l">When I've no guilt to wash away;</p> +<p class="l">No tear to wipe, no good to crave,</p> +<p class="l">No fears to quell, no soul to save.</p> +<!-- script: pg("213") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain--</p> +<p class="l">Till then, I boast a Savior slain!</p> +<p class="l">And, oh, may this my glory be</p> +<p class="l">That Christ is not ashamed of me!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Grigg, 1765. <i>Ab. and alt.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h305"> +<h3><span class="num">305</span> Federal Street. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(509)</span> <i>All-Engrossing Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus! my heart within me burns,</p> +<p class="t">To tell thee all its conscious love;</p> +<p class="l">And from earth's low delight it turns,</p> +<p class="t">To taste a joy like that above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When thou to me dost condescend,</p> +<p class="t">In love divine, thou blessed One,</p> +<p class="l">The moments that with thee I spend,</p> +<p class="t">Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though oft these lips my love have told,</p> +<p class="t">They still the story would repeat;</p> +<p class="l">To me the rapture ne'er grows old,</p> +<p class="t">That thrills me, bending at thy feet.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I breathe my words into thine ear;</p> +<p class="t">I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;</p> +<p class="l">And sure that thou dost wait to hear,</p> +<p class="t">I dare in faith to call thee mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;</p> +<p class="t">My all I yield to thy control;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! let me never from thee part,</p> +<p class="t">Thou best Beloved of my soul!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ray Palmer, 1869.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h306"> +<h3><span class="num">306</span> Federal Street. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(603)</span> <i>The Song of Songs.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, let us sing the song of songs,</p> +<p class="t">With hearts and voices swell the strain;</p> +<p class="l">The homage which to Christ belongs;--</p> +<p class="t">"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"</p> +<!-- script: pg("214") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Slain to redeem us by his blood,</p> +<p class="t">To cleanse from every sinful stain;</p> +<p class="l">And make us kings and priests to God:</p> +<p class="t">"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To him who suffered on the tree,</p> +<p class="t">Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,</p> +<p class="l">Blessing, and praise, and glory be!--</p> +<p class="t">"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,</p> +<p class="t">Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,</p> +<p class="l">Living to sing, and dying cry,--</p> +<p class="t">"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1853.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h307"> +<h3><span class="num">307</span> New Haven. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(587)</span> <i>Looking to Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My faith looks up to thee,</p> +<p class="l">Thou Lamb of Calvary;</p> +<p class="t">Savior divine;</p> +<p class="l">Now hear me while I pray;</p> +<p class="l">Take all my guilt away;</p> +<p class="l">O, let me, from this day,</p> +<p class="t">Be wholly thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 May thy rich grace impart</p> +<p class="l">Strength to my fainting heart;</p> +<p class="t">My zeal inspire;</p> +<p class="l">As thou hast died for me,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! may my love to thee</p> +<p class="l">Pure, warm, and changeless be,</p> +<p class="t">A living fire!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 While life's dark maze I tread,</p> +<p class="l">And griefs around me spread,</p> +<p class="t">Be thou my Guide;</p> +<!-- script: pg("215") --> +<p class="l">Bid darkness turn to day,</p> +<p class="l">Wipe sorrow's tears away,</p> +<p class="l">Nor let me ever stray</p> +<p class="t">From thee aside.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When ends life's transient dream,</p> +<p class="l">When death's cold, sullen stream</p> +<p class="t">Shall o'er me roll,</p> +<p class="l">Blest Savior! then, in love,</p> +<p class="l">Fear and distrust remove;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! bear me safe above,</p> +<p class="t">A ransomed soul!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ray Palmer, 1830.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h308"> +<h3><span class="num">308</span> New Haven. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(586)</span> <i>Jesus, My Lord.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, thy name I love,</p> +<p class="l">All other names above,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Oh, thou art all to me!</p> +<p class="l">Nothing to please I see,</p> +<p class="l">Nothing apart from thee,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When unto thee I flee,</p> +<p class="l">Thou wilt my refuge be,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +<p class="l">What need I now to fear?</p> +<p class="l">What earthly grief or care,</p> +<p class="l">Since thou art ever near,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Soon thou wilt come again!</p> +<p class="l">I shall be happy then,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Then thine own face I'll see,</p> +<p class="l">Then I shall like thee be,</p> +<p class="l">Then evermore with thee,</p> +<p class="t2">Jesus, my Lord!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.G. Deck, 1837.</p> +<!-- script: pg("216") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h309"> +<h3><span class="num">309</span> Every Day and Hour. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Nearness to Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Savior, more than life to me,</p> +<p class="l">I am clinging, clinging close to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Let thy precious blood applied,</p> +<p class="l">Keep me ever, ever near thy side.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Every day, every hour,</p> +<p class="t3">Let me feel thy cleansing power;</p> +<p class="t3">May thy tender love to me;</p> +<p class="t3">Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thro' this changing world below,</p> +<p class="l">Lead me gently, gently as I go;</p> +<p class="l">Trusting thee, I cannot stray,</p> +<p class="l">I can never, never lose my way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let me love thee more and more,</p> +<p class="l">Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;</p> +<p class="l">Till my soul is lost in love,</p> +<p class="l">In a brighter, brighter world above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h310"> +<h3><span class="num">310</span> Bethany. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(584)</span> <i>Love to Christ Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">More love to thee, O Christ,</p> +<p class="t">More love to thee!</p> +<p class="l">Hear thou the prayer I make</p> +<p class="t">On bended knee:</p> +<p class="l">This is my earnest plea--</p> +<p class="l">More love, O Christ, to thee!</p> +<p class="t">More love to thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Once earthly joy I craved--</p> +<p class="t">Sought peace and rest;</p> +<p class="l">Now thee alone I seek:</p> +<p class="t">Give what is best.</p> +<!-- script: pg("217") --> +<p class="l">This all my prayer shall be--</p> +<p class="l">More love, O Christ, to thee;</p> +<p class="t">More love to thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Then shall my latest breath</p> +<p class="t">Whisper thy praise;</p> +<p class="l">This be the parting cry</p> +<p class="t">My heart shall raise--</p> +<p class="l">This still its prayer shall be,</p> +<p class="l">More love, O Christ, to thee!</p> +<p class="t">More love to thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h311"> +<h3><span class="num">311</span> Bethany. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(709)</span> <i>Nearer to God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Nearer, my God, to thee,</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to thee;</p> +<p class="l">E'en though it be a cross</p> +<p class="t">That raiseth me.</p> +<p class="l">Still all my song shall be</p> +<p class="l">Nearer, my God, to thee,--</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though like the wanderer</p> +<p class="t">The sun gone down,</p> +<p class="l">Darkness be over me,</p> +<p class="t">My rest a stone,</p> +<p class="l">Yet, in my dreams, I'd be</p> +<p class="l">Nearer, my God! to thee,--</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There let the way appear,</p> +<p class="t">Steps unto heaven;</p> +<p class="l">All that thou send'st to me,</p> +<p class="t">In mercy given;</p> +<p class="l">Angels to beckon me</p> +<p class="l">Nearer, my God! to thee,--</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("218") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Or if, on joyful wing,</p> +<p class="t">Cleaving the sky,</p> +<p class="l">Sun, moon, and stars forgot,</p> +<p class="t">Upward I fly,</p> +<p class="l">Still all my song shall be,</p> +<p class="l">Nearer, my God! to thee,--</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h312"> +<h3><span class="num">312</span> Hope. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(582)</span> <i>Parting with the World.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Fade, fade, each earthly joy,</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Break ev'ry mortal tie;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine.</p> +<p class="l">Dark is the wilderness,</p> +<p class="l">Distant the resting-place;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus alone can bless,</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tempt not my soul away:</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Here would I ever stay;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Perishing things of clay,</p> +<p class="l">Born but for one brief day!</p> +<p class="l">Pass from my heart away,</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Farewell, ye dreams of night!</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Mine is a dawning bright,</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">All that my soul has tried,</p> +<p class="l">Left but a dismal void;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus has satisfied;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine.</p> +<!-- script: pg("219") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Farewell, mortality!</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Welcome, eternity!</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine:</p> +<p class="l">Welcome, ye scenes of rest!</p> +<p class="l">Welcome, ye mansions blest!</p> +<p class="l">Welcome a Savior's breast;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is mine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h313"> +<h3><span class="num">313</span> Hendon. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Jesus a Joy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ask ye what great thing I know</p> +<p class="l">That delights and stirs me so?</p> +<p class="l">What the high reward I win?</p> +<p class="l">Whose the name I glory in?</p> +<p class="t">Jesus Christ, the crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What is faith's foundation strong?</p> +<p class="l">What awakes my lips to song?</p> +<p class="l">He who bore my sinful load,</p> +<p class="l">Purchased for me peace with God;</p> +<p class="t">Jesus Christ, the crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Who is life in life to me?</p> +<p class="l">Who the death of death will be?</p> +<p class="l">Who will place me on his right</p> +<p class="l">With the countless hosts of light?</p> +<p class="t">Jesus Christ, the crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 This is that great thing I know;</p> +<p class="l">This delights and stirs me so;</p> +<p class="l">Faith in him who died to save,</p> +<p class="l">Him who triumphed o'er the grave,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus Christ, the crucified.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.</p> +<!-- script: pg("220") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h314"> +<h3><span class="num">314</span> Woodworth. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(554)</span> <i>Ecstasy in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, that I could forever dwell</p> +<p class="t">Delighted at the Savior's feet,</p> +<p class="l">Behold the form I love so well,</p> +<p class="t">And all his tender words repeat.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The world shut out from all my soul,</p> +<p class="t">And heaven brought in with all its bliss,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,</p> +<p class="t">One moment to compare with this?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 This is the hidden life I prize,</p> +<p class="t">A life of penitential love,</p> +<p class="l">When most my follies I despise,</p> +<p class="t">And raise my highest thoughts above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When all I am I clearly see,</p> +<p class="t">And freely own with deepest shame;</p> +<p class="l">When the Redeemer's love to me</p> +<p class="t">Kindles within a deathless flame.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thus would I live till nature fail</p> +<p class="t">And all my former sins forsake;</p> +<p class="l">Then rise to God within the veil,</p> +<p class="t">And of eternal joys partake.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Andrew Reed, 1841.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h315"> +<h3><span class="num">315</span> Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(529)</span> <i>Praise for Salvation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,</p> +<p class="l">For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Hallelujah! thine the glory,</p> +<p class="t4">Hallelujah! Amen.</p> +<p class="t3">Hallelujah! thine the glory,</p> +<p class="t4">Revive us again.</p> +<!-- script: pg("221") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,</p> +<p class="l">Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,</p> +<p class="l">Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace,</p> +<p class="l">Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;</p> +<p class="l">May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. P. Mackay, 1866.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h316"> +<h3><span class="num">316</span> Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Rejoicing in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!</p> +<p class="l">Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Sound his praises, tell the story,</p> +<p class="t4">Of him who was slain,</p> +<p class="t3">Sound his praises, tell with gladness,</p> +<p class="t4">He liveth again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;</p> +<p class="l">Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.</p> +<!-- script: pg("222") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,</p> +<p class="l">O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;</p> +<p class="l">He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--</p> +<p class="l">He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar, 1874.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h317"> +<h3><span class="num">317</span> Welcome Voice. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Going on to Perfection.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I hear thy welcome voice</p> +<p class="t">That calls me, Lord, to thee</p> +<p class="l">For cleansing in thy precious blood</p> +<p class="t">That flowed on Calvary.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I am coming, Lord!</p> +<p class="t4">Coming now to thee!</p> +<p class="t3">Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood</p> +<p class="t4">That flowed on Calvary.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' coming weak and vile,</p> +<p class="t">Thou dost my strength assure;</p> +<p class="l">Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,</p> +<p class="t">Till spotless all and pure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis Jesus calls me on</p> +<p class="t">To perfect faith and love,</p> +<p class="l">To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,</p> +<p class="t">For earth and heaven above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 'Tis Jesus who confirms</p> +<p class="t">The blessed work within,</p> +<p class="l">By adding grace to welcomed grace,</p> +<p class="t">Where reigned the power of sin.</p> +<!-- script: pg("223") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 And he the witness gives</p> +<p class="t">To loyal hearts and free,</p> +<p class="l">That every promise is fulfilled,</p> +<p class="t">If faith but brings the plea.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 All hail, atoning blood!</p> +<p class="t">All hail, redeeming grace!</p> +<p class="l">All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Our strength and righteousness!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. L. Hartsough.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h318"> +<h3><span class="num">318</span> Welcome Voice. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(688)</span> <i>Christ the Guide and Counselor.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, my truth, my way,</p> +<p class="t">My sure, unerring light,</p> +<p class="l">On thee my feeble steps I stay,</p> +<p class="t">Which thou wilt guide aright.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My wisdom and my guide,</p> +<p class="t">My counselor thou art;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, never let me leave thy side,</p> +<p class="t">Or from thy paths depart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Never will I remove</p> +<p class="t">Out of thy hands my cause;</p> +<p class="l">But rest in thy redeeming love,</p> +<p class="t">And hang upon thy cross.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, make me all like thee,</p> +<p class="t">Before I hence remove;</p> +<p class="l">Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me--</p> +<p class="t">And build me up in love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h319"> +<h3><span class="num">319</span> Loving Kindness. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(699)</span> <i>Loving Kindness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,</p> +<p class="l">And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;</p> +<p class="l">He justly claims a song from me,</p> +<p class="l">His loving kindness, oh, how free!</p> +<!-- script: pg("224") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He saw me ruined in the fall,</p> +<p class="l">Yet loved me notwithstanding all;</p> +<p class="l">He saved me from my lost estate--</p> +<p class="l">His loving kindness, oh, how great!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--</p> +<p class="l">Though earth and hell my way oppose;</p> +<p class="l">He safely leads my soul along--</p> +<p class="l">His loving kindness, oh, how strong!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,</p> +<p class="l">Has gathered thick and thundered loud,</p> +<p class="l">He near my soul has always stood--</p> +<p class="l">His loving kindness, oh, how good!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">S. Medley, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h320"> +<h3><span class="num">320</span> Loving Kindness. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Love Which Passeth Knowledge.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Of him who did salvation bring,</p> +<p class="l">I could forever think and sing;</p> +<p class="l">Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve;</p> +<p class="l">Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given!</p> +<p class="l">Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;</p> +<p class="l">Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone,</p> +<p class="l">I shed my tears, and make my moan!</p> +<p class="l">Where'er I am, where'er I move,</p> +<p class="l">I meet the object of my love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Insatiate to this spring I fly;</p> +<p class="l">I drink, and yet am ever dry;</p> +<p class="l">Ah! who against thy charms is proof?</p> +<p class="l">Ah, who that loves can love enough?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard of Clairvaux,</p> +<p class="author">tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712</p> +<!-- script: pg("225") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h321"> +<h3><span class="num">321</span> The Solid Rock. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Sure Foundation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My hope is built on nothing less</p> +<p class="t">Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;</p> +<p class="l">I dare not trust the sweetest frame,</p> +<p class="t">But wholly lean on Jesus' name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,</p> +<p class="t3">All other ground is sinking sand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When darkness veils his lovely face,</p> +<p class="t">I rest on his unchanging grace;</p> +<p class="l">In every high and stormy gale,</p> +<p class="t">My anchor holds within the vail.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,</p> +<p class="t">Support me in the whelming flood;</p> +<p class="l">When all around my soul gives way,</p> +<p class="t">He then is all my hope and stay.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When he shall come with trumpet sound.</p> +<p class="t">O, may I then in him be found;</p> +<p class="l">Dressed in his righteousness alone,</p> +<p class="t">Faultless to stand before the throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Edward Mote, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h322"> +<h3><span class="num">322</span> How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Exceeding Love of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">So tender, so precious.</p> +<p class="t">My Savior to me;</p> +<p class="l">So true, and so gracious,</p> +<p class="t">I've found him to be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--How can I but love him?</p> +<p class="t4">But love him, but love him?</p> +<p class="t3">There's no friend above him,</p> +<p class="t4">Poor sinner, for thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("226") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 So patient, so kindly</p> +<p class="t">Toward all of my ways;</p> +<p class="l">I blunder so blindly,</p> +<p class="t">He love still repays.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Of all friends the fairest</p> +<p class="t">And truest is he;</p> +<p class="l">His love is the rarest,</p> +<p class="t">That ever can be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 His beauty, tho' bleeding</p> +<p class="t">And circled with thorns,</p> +<p class="l">Is then most exceeding;</p> +<p class="t">For grief him adorns.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.E. Rankin, D.D.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h323"> +<h3><span class="num">323</span> My Beloved, 11s & 8s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>My Beloved.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,</p> +<p class="t">On whom in affliction I call;</p> +<p class="l">My comfort by day, and my song in the night,</p> +<p class="t">My hope, my salvation, my all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,</p> +<p class="t">To feed in the pastures of love?</p> +<p class="l">And why in the valley of death should I weep,</p> +<p class="t">Or alone in the wilderness rove?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee,</p> +<p class="t">Or cry in the desert for bread?</p> +<p class="l">Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,</p> +<p class="t">And smile at the tears I have shed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">And myriads wait for his word;</p> +<p class="l">He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,</p> +<p class="t">Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Jos. Swain, 1792.</p> +<!-- script: pg("227") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h324"> +<h3><span class="num">324</span> De Fleury. 8s. D</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Presence of Christ Desired.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How tedious and tasteless the hours</p> +<p class="t">When Jesus no longer I see!</p> +<p class="l">Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers</p> +<p class="t">Have lost all their sweetness to me:</p> +<p class="l">The midsummer sun shines but dim;</p> +<p class="t">The fields strive in vain to look gay;</p> +<p class="l">But when I am happy in him,</p> +<p class="t">December's as pleasant as May.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 His name yields the richest perfume,</p> +<p class="t">And sweeter than music his voice;</p> +<p class="l">His presence disperses my gloom,</p> +<p class="t">And makes all within me rejoice:</p> +<p class="l">I should, were he always so nigh,</p> +<p class="t">Have nothing to wish or to fear;</p> +<p class="l">No mortal so happy as I;</p> +<p class="t">My summer would last all the year.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Content with beholding his face,</p> +<p class="t">My all to his pleasure resigned,</p> +<p class="l">No changes of season or place</p> +<p class="t">Would make any change in my mind:</p> +<p class="l">While blest with a sense of his love,</p> +<p class="t">A palace a toy would appear;</p> +<p class="l">And prisons would palaces prove,</p> +<p class="t">If Jesus would dwell with me there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,</p> +<p class="t">If thou art my sun and my song,</p> +<p class="l">Say, why do I languish and pine?</p> +<p class="t">And why are my winters so long?</p> +<p class="l">O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;</p> +<p class="t">Thy soul-cheering presence restore;</p> +<p class="l">Or take me unto thee on high,</p> +<p class="t">Where winter and clouds are no more.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton.</p> +<!-- script: pg("228") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h325"> +<h3><span class="num">325</span> De Fleury. 8s. D</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(571)</span> <i>Phil. 1:23.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My Savior, whom absent I love,</p> +<p class="t">Whom, not having seen, I adore</p> +<p class="l">Whose name is exalted above</p> +<p class="t">All glory, dominion, and power,--</p> +<p class="l">Dissolve thou these bands that detain</p> +<p class="t">My soul from her portion in thee;</p> +<p class="l">Ah! strike off this adamant chain,</p> +<p class="t">And make me eternally free!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When that happy era begins,</p> +<p class="t">When arrayed in thy glories I shine,</p> +<p class="l">Nor grieve any more, by my sins,</p> +<p class="t">The bosom on which I recline,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! then shall the veil be removed,</p> +<p class="t">And round me thy brightness be poured!</p> +<p class="l">I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,</p> +<p class="t">I shall see, whom unseen I adored.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,</p> +<p class="t">The trials, temptations, and woes,</p> +<p class="l">Which darken this valley of tears,</p> +<p class="t">Intrude on my blissful repose;</p> +<p class="l">To Jesus, the crown of my hope,</p> +<p class="t">My soul is in haste to be gone;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,</p> +<p class="t">And waft me away to his throne!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W. Cowper.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h326"> +<h3><span class="num">326</span> I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Need of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I need thee ev'ry hour,</p> +<p class="t">Most gracious Lord;</p> +<p class="l">No tender voice like thine</p> +<p class="t">Can peace afford.</p> +<!-- script: pg("229") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I need thee, oh, I need thee,</p> +<p class="t3">Ev'ry hour I need thee;</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, bless me now, my Savior</p> +<p class="t3">I come to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I need thee ev'ry hour;</p> +<p class="t">Stay thou near by;</p> +<p class="l">Temptations lose their power</p> +<p class="t">When thou art nigh.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I need thee ev'ry hour,</p> +<p class="t">In joy or pain;</p> +<p class="l">Come quickly and abide,</p> +<p class="t">Or life is vain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I need thee ev'ry hour;</p> +<p class="t">Teach me thy will;</p> +<p class="l">And thy rich promises</p> +<p class="t">In me fulfill.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 I need thee ev'ry hour,</p> +<p class="t">Most Holy One;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, make me thine indeed,</p> +<p class="t">Thou blessed Son.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Annie S. Hawks.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h327"> +<h3><span class="num">327</span> De Fleury. 8s. D</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(572)</span> <i>Altogether Lovely.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My gracious Redeemer I love,</p> +<p class="t">His praises aloud I'll proclaim:</p> +<p class="l">And join with the armies above,</p> +<p class="t">To shout his adorable name.</p> +<p class="l">To gaze on his glories divine</p> +<p class="t">Shall be my eternal employ;</p> +<p class="l">To see them incessantly shine,</p> +<p class="t">My boundless, ineffable joy.</p> +<!-- script: pg("230") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He freely redeemed with his blood</p> +<p class="t">My soul from the confines of hell,</p> +<p class="l">To live on the smiles of my God,</p> +<p class="t">And in his sweet presence to dwell:--</p> +<p class="l">To shine with the angels in light,</p> +<p class="t">With saints and with seraphs to sing,</p> +<p class="l">To view, with eternal delight,</p> +<p class="t">My Jesus, my Savior, my King!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">B. Francis.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h328"> +<h3><span class="num">328</span> The Lily of the Valley. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Abiding Friend.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me,</p> +<p class="t">He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;</p> +<p class="l">The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see</p> +<p class="t">All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.</p> +<p class="l">In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay,</p> +<p class="t">He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll.</p> +<p class="l">He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,</p> +<p class="t">He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;</p> +<p class="t">In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower;</p> +<p class="l">I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn</p> +<p class="t">From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.</p> +<p class="l">Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,</p> +<p class="t">Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.</p> +<p class="l">He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,</p> +<p class="t">He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.</p> +<!-- script: pg("231") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,</p> +<p class="t">While I live by faith and do his blessed will;</p> +<p class="l">A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,</p> +<p class="t">With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.</p> +<p class="l">Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,</p> +<p class="t">Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.</p> +<p class="l">He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,</p> +<p class="t">He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h329"> +<h3><span class="num">329</span> Glory to His Name. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Praise to Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Down at the cross where my Savior died.</p> +<p class="t">Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;</p> +<p class="l">There to my heart was the blood applied;</p> +<p class="t">Glory to his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Glory to his name,</p> +<p class="t3">Glory to his name,</p> +<p class="t3">There to my heart was the blood applied,</p> +<p class="t3">Glory to his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I am so wondrously saved from sin,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus so sweetly abides within;</p> +<p class="l">There at the cross where he took me in;</p> +<p class="t">Glory to his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,</p> +<p class="t">I am so glad, I have entered in;</p> +<p class="l">There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;</p> +<p class="t">Glory to his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,</p> +<p class="t">Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet;</p> +<p class="l">Plunge in to-day and be made complete;</p> +<p class="t">Glory to his name.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. E.A. Hoffman.</p> + +<!-- script: pg("232") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h330"> +<h3><span class="num">330</span> Balerma. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(625)</span> <i>Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, for a closer walk with God!</p> +<p class="t">A calm and heavenly frame!</p> +<p class="l">A light to shine upon the road</p> +<p class="t">That leads me to the Lamb!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Where is the blessedness I knew</p> +<p class="t">When first I saw the Lord?</p> +<p class="l">Where is the soul-refreshing view</p> +<p class="t">Of Jesus and his word?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!</p> +<p class="t">How sweet their memory still!</p> +<p class="l">But now I find an aching void</p> +<p class="t">The world can never fill.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return,</p> +<p class="t">Sweet messenger of rest;</p> +<p class="l">I hate the sins that made thee mourn,</p> +<p class="t">And drove thee from, my breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 The dearest idol I have known,</p> +<p class="t">Whatever that idol be,</p> +<p class="l">Help me to tear it from thy throne,</p> +<p class="t">And worship only thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 So shall my walk be close with God,</p> +<p class="t">Calm and serene my frame;</p> +<p class="l">So purer light shall mark the road</p> +<p class="t">That leads me to the Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W. Cowper, 1772.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h331"> +<h3><span class="num">331</span> Balerma. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(645)</span> <i>A Perfect Heart.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, for a heart to praise my God,</p> +<p class="t">A heart from sin set free--</p> +<p class="l">A heart that always feels thy blood,</p> +<p class="t">So freely spilt for me;--</p> +<!-- script: pg("233") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,</p> +<p class="t">My great Redeemer's throne,</p> +<p class="l">Where only Christ is heard to speak,</p> +<p class="t">Where Jesus reigns alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,</p> +<p class="t">Believing, true, and clean,</p> +<p class="l">Which neither life nor death can part</p> +<p class="t">From him that dwells within;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 A heart in every thought renewed,</p> +<p class="t">And full of love divine;</p> +<p class="l">Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,</p> +<p class="t">A copy, Lord, of thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;</p> +<p class="t">Come quickly from above;</p> +<p class="l">Write thy new name upon my heart--</p> +<p class="t">Thy new, best name of Love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley. 1742.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h332"> +<h3><span class="num">332</span> Balerma. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(847)</span> <i>Triumphant Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,</p> +<p class="t">That saved a wretch like me!</p> +<p class="l">I once was lost, but now am found,</p> +<p class="t">Was blind, but now I see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,</p> +<p class="t">And grace my fears relieved:</p> +<p class="l">How precious did that grace appear,</p> +<p class="t">The hour I first believed!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares</p> +<p class="t">I have already come;</p> +<p class="l">'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,</p> +<p class="t">And grace will lead me home.</p> +<!-- script: pg("234") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The Lord has promised good to me,</p> +<p class="t">His word my hope secures;</p> +<p class="l">He will my shield and portion be,</p> +<p class="t">As long as life endures.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h333"> +<h3><span class="num">333</span> Evan. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(725)</span> <i>The Peace of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We bless thee for thy peace, O God</p> +<p class="t">Deep as the soundless sea,</p> +<p class="l">Which falls like sunshine on the road</p> +<p class="t">Of those who trust in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That peace which suffers and is strong,</p> +<p class="t">Trusts where it cannot see,</p> +<p class="l">Deems not the trial way too long,</p> +<p class="t">But leaves the end with thee;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 That peace which flows serene and deep,</p> +<p class="t">A river in the soul,</p> +<p class="l">Whose banks a living verdure keep;</p> +<p class="t">God's sunshine o'er the whole.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,</p> +<p class="t">Whate'er the outward be,</p> +<p class="l">Till all life's discipline shall cease,</p> +<p class="t">And we go home to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon. 1862.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h334"> +<h3><span class="num">334</span> Varina. C.M. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(666)</span> <i>The Voice of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I heard the voice of Jesus say,</p> +<p class="t">"Come unto me and rest;</p> +<p class="l">Lay down, thou weary one, lay down</p> +<p class="t">Thy head upon my breast."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I came to Jesus as I was,</p> +<p class="t">Weary, and worn, and sad;</p> +<p class="l">I found in him a resting-place,</p> +<p class="t">And he has made me glad.</p> +<!-- script: pg("235") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I heard the voice of Jesus say</p> +<p class="t">"Behold! I freely give</p> +<p class="l">The living water; thirsty one!</p> +<p class="t">Stoop down, and drink, and live."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I came to Jesus, and I drank</p> +<p class="t">Of that life-giving stream;</p> +<p class="l">My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,</p> +<p class="t">And now I live in him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 I heard the voice of Jesus say,</p> +<p class="t">"I am this dark world's Light;</p> +<p class="l">Look unto me; thy morn shall rise,</p> +<p class="t">And all thy day be bright."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 I looked to Jesus, and I found,</p> +<p class="t">In him my Star, my Sun;</p> +<p class="l">And, in that light of life, I'll walk</p> +<p class="t">Till traveling days are done.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Horatius Bonar, 1857.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h335"> +<h3><span class="num">335</span> Dennis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(855)</span> <i>The Lord's Guardianship.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How gentle God's commands!</p> +<p class="t">How kind his precepts are!</p> +<p class="l">Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">And trust his constant care.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 His bounty will provide;</p> +<p class="t">His saints securely dwell;</p> +<p class="l">That hand which bears creation up,</p> +<p class="t">Shall guard his children well.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Why should this anxious load</p> +<p class="t">Press down your weary mind?</p> +<p class="l">Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,</p> +<p class="t">And peace and comfort find.</p> +<!-- script: pg("236") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 His Goodness Stands approved,</p> +<p class="t">Unchanged from day to day;</p> +<p class="l">I'll drop my burden at his feet,</p> +<p class="t">And bear a song away.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h336"> +<h3><span class="num">336</span> Dennis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(744)</span> <i>Grace.--Eph. 2:8.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Grace! 'tis a charming sound</p> +<p class="t">Harmonious to the ear!</p> +<p class="l">Heaven with the echo shall resound,</p> +<p class="t">And all the earth shall hear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Grace first contrived a way</p> +<p class="t">To save rebellious man;</p> +<p class="l">And all the steps that grace display,</p> +<p class="t">Which drew the wondrous plan.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Grace led my roving feet</p> +<p class="t">To tread the heavenly road;</p> +<p class="l">And new supplies each hour I meet</p> +<p class="t">While pressing on to God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Grace all the work shall crown,</p> +<p class="t">Through everlasting days;</p> +<p class="l">It lays in heaven the topmost stone;</p> +<p class="t">And well deserves the praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1755.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h337"> +<h3><span class="num">337</span> Dennis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(742)</span> <i>Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold what wondrous grace</p> +<p class="t">The Father has bestowed</p> +<p class="l">On sinners of a mortal race,</p> +<p class="t">To call them sons of God!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Nor doth it yet appear</p> +<p class="t">How great we must be made;</p> +<p class="l">But when we see our Savior there,</p> +<p class="t">We shall be like our Head.</p> +<!-- script: pg("237") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A hope so much divine</p> +<p class="t">May trials well endure,</p> +<p class="l">May purge our souls from sense and sin,</p> +<p class="t">As Christ the Lord is pure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 If in my Father's love</p> +<p class="t">I share a filial part,</p> +<p class="l">Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,</p> +<p class="t">To rest upon my heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 We would no longer lie</p> +<p class="t">Like slaves beneath the throne;</p> +<p class="l">Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry</p> +<p class="t">And thou the kindred own.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h338"> +<h3><span class="num">338</span> Nettleton. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(617)</span> <i>Memorial of Praise.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Tune my heart to sing thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">Streams of mercy never ceasing,</p> +<p class="t">Call for songs of loudest praise.</p> +<p class="l">Teach me some melodious sonnet,</p> +<p class="t">Sung by flaming tongues above;</p> +<p class="l">Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it,</p> +<p class="t">Mount of thy redeeming love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,</p> +<p class="t">Hither by thy help I'm come;</p> +<p class="l">And I hope by thy good pleasure,</p> +<p class="t">Safely to arrive at home.</p> +<p class="l">Jesus sought me when a stranger,</p> +<p class="t">Wand'ring from the fold of God,</p> +<p class="l">He, to rescue me from danger,</p> +<p class="t">Interposed his precious blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor</p> +<p class="t">Daily I'm constrained to be!</p> +<p class="l">Let thy goodness, like a fetter,</p> +<p class="t">Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("238") --> +<p class="l">Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;</p> +<p class="t">Prone to leave the God I love--</p> +<p class="l">Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;</p> +<p class="t">Seal it for thy courts above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Robert Robinson, 1758.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h339"> +<h3><span class="num">339</span> Braden. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(188)</span> <i>The Lord's Pity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The pity of the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">To those that fear his name,</p> +<p class="l">Is such as tender parents feel;</p> +<p class="t">He knows our feeble frame.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He knows we are but dust,</p> +<p class="t">Scattered with ev'ry breath;</p> +<p class="l">His anger, like a rising wind,</p> +<p class="t">Can send us swift to death.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our days are as the grass,</p> +<p class="t">Or like the morning flow'r;</p> +<p class="l">If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,</p> +<p class="t">It withers in an hour.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 But thy compassions, Lord,</p> +<p class="t">To endless years endure;</p> +<p class="l">And children's children ever find</p> +<p class="t">Thy words of promise sure.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts. 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h340"> +<h3><span class="num">340</span> Refuge. 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(532)</span> <i>The Only Refuge.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, Lover of my soul,</p> +<p class="t">Let me to thy bosom fly,</p> +<p class="l">While the nearer waters roll,</p> +<p class="t">While the tempest still is high!</p> +<p class="l">Hide me, O my Savior, hide,</p> +<p class="t">Till the storm of life is past;</p> +<p class="l">Safe into the haven guide,</p> +<p class="t">O receive my soul at last!</p> +<!-- script: pg("239") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Other refuge have I none;</p> +<p class="t">Hangs my helpless soul on thee:</p> +<p class="l">Leave, O, leave me not alone,</p> +<p class="t">Still support and comfort me:</p> +<p class="l">All my trust on thee is stayed,</p> +<p class="t">All my help from thee I bring;</p> +<p class="l">Cover my defenseless head</p> +<p class="t">With the shadow of thy wing!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;</p> +<p class="t">More than all in thee I find;</p> +<p class="l">Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,</p> +<p class="t">Heal the sick, and lead the blind.</p> +<p class="l">Just and holy is thy name,</p> +<p class="t">I am all unrighteousness:</p> +<p class="l">False and full of sin I am,</p> +<p class="t">Thou art full of truth and grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,</p> +<p class="t">Grace to cover all my sin:</p> +<p class="l">Let the healing streams abound:</p> +<p class="t">Make and keep me pure within.</p> +<p class="l">Thou of life the fountain art,</p> +<p class="t">Freely let me take of thee:</p> +<p class="l">Spring thou up within my heart,</p> +<p class="t">Rise to all eternity.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h341"> +<h3><span class="num">341</span> Pilot. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Savior, Pilot Me.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, Savior, pilot me,</p> +<p class="l">Over life's tempestuous sea;</p> +<p class="l">Unknown waves before me roll,</p> +<p class="l">Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal;</p> +<p class="l">Chart and compass come from thee;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, Savior, pilot me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("240") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 As a mother stills her child,</p> +<p class="l">Thou canst hush the ocean wild;</p> +<p class="l">Boist'rous waves obey thy will,</p> +<p class="l">When thou say'st to them "Be still!"</p> +<p class="l">Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, Savior, pilot me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When at last I near the shore,</p> +<p class="l">And the fearful breakers roar</p> +<p class="l">'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,</p> +<p class="l">Then, while leaning on thy breast,</p> +<p class="l">May I hear thee say to me,</p> +<p class="l">"Fear not, I will pilot thee!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Edward Hopper</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h342"> +<h3><span class="num">342</span> Fulton. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(577)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Savior! teach me, day by day,</p> +<p class="l">Love's sweet lesson to obey;</p> +<p class="l">Sweeter lesson cannot be,</p> +<p class="l">Loving him who first loved me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 With a child-like heart of love,</p> +<p class="l">At thy bidding may I move;</p> +<p class="l">Prompt to serve and follow thee,</p> +<p class="l">Loving him who first loved me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Teach me all thy steps to trace,</p> +<p class="l">Strong to follow in thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">Learning how to love from thee,</p> +<p class="l">Loving him who first loved me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Love in loving finds employ--</p> +<p class="l">In obedience all her joy;</p> +<p class="l">Ever new that joy will be,</p> +<p class="l">Loving him who first loved me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.</p> +<!-- script: pg("241") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h343"> +<h3><span class="num">343</span> Oriel. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(730)</span> <i>Contentment.--Phil. 4:11.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O Lord, how full of sweet content</p> +<p class="l">Our years of pilgrimage are spent!</p> +<p class="l">Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,</p> +<p class="l">In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To us remains nor place nor time;</p> +<p class="l">Our country is in every clime:</p> +<p class="l">We can be calm and free from care</p> +<p class="l">On any shore, since God is there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 While place we seek, or place we shun,</p> +<p class="l">The soul finds happiness in none;</p> +<p class="l">But with our God to guide our way,</p> +<p class="l">'Tis equal joy to go or stay.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Could we be cast where thou art not,</p> +<p class="l">That were indeed a dreadful lot;</p> +<p class="l">But regions none remote we call,</p> +<p class="l">Secure of finding God in all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mad. Guyon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h344"> +<h3><span class="num">344</span> Newcomer. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(730)</span> <i>Completeness.--Col. 2:10.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Complete in thee! no work of mine</p> +<p class="l">May take, dear Lord, the place of thine;</p> +<p class="l">Thy blood has pardon bought for me,</p> +<p class="l">And I am now complete in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin</p> +<p class="l">Thy grace has conquered, reign within;</p> +<p class="l">Thy voice will bid the tempter flee,</p> +<p class="l">And I shall stand complete in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Complete in thee--each want supplied,</p> +<p class="l">And no good thing to me denied,</p> +<p class="l">Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,</p> +<p class="l">I ask no more--complete in thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("242") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar</p> +<p class="l">All tribes and tongues assembled are.</p> +<p class="l">Among thy chosen may I be</p> +<p class="l">At thy right hand--complete in thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">A.R.W.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h345"> +<h3><span class="num">345</span> Waring. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(696)</span> <i>Safe in Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In heavenly love abiding,</p> +<p class="t">No change my heart shall fear,</p> +<p class="l">And safe is such confiding,</p> +<p class="t">For nothing changes here,</p> +<p class="l">The storm may roar without me,</p> +<p class="t">My heart may low be laid,</p> +<p class="l">But God is round about me,--</p> +<p class="t">And can I be dismayed?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Wherever he may guide me,</p> +<p class="t">No want shall turn me back:</p> +<p class="l">My Shepherd is beside me,</p> +<p class="t">And nothing can I lack;</p> +<p class="l">His wisdom ever waketh,</p> +<p class="t">His sight is never dim,</p> +<p class="l">He knows the way he taketh,</p> +<p class="t">And I will walk with him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Green pastures are before me,</p> +<p class="t">Which yet I have not seen;</p> +<p class="l">Bright skies will soon be o'er me,</p> +<p class="t">Where darkest clouds have been;</p> +<p class="l">My hope I cannot measure,</p> +<p class="t">My path to life is free;</p> +<p class="l">My Savior has my treasure,</p> +<p class="t">And he will walk with me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.</p> +<!-- script: pg("243") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h346"> +<h3><span class="num">346</span> Waring. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Light After Darkness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sometimes a light surprises</p> +<p class="t">The Christian while he sings:</p> +<p class="l">It is the Lord who rises</p> +<p class="t">With healing on his wings;</p> +<p class="l">When comforts are declining,</p> +<p class="t">He grants the soul again</p> +<p class="l">A season of clear shining,</p> +<p class="t">To cheer it after rain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In holy contemplation,</p> +<p class="t">We sweetly then pursue</p> +<p class="l">The theme of God's salvation,</p> +<p class="t">And find it ever new:</p> +<p class="l">Set free from present sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">We cheerfully can say,</p> +<p class="l">Let the unknown to-morrow</p> +<p class="t">Bring with it what it may.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. Cowper.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h347"> +<h3><span class="num">347</span> Showers of Blessing. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Promise of Blessing</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"There shall be showers of blessing;"</p> +<p class="t">This is the promise of love;</p> +<p class="l">There shall be seasons refreshing,</p> +<p class="t">Sent from the Savior above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Showers, showers of blessing,</p> +<p class="t4">Showers of blessing we need;</p> +<p class="t3">Mercy-drops round us are falling,</p> +<p class="t4">But for the showers we plead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"--</p> +<p class="t">Precious reviving again;</p> +<p class="l">Over the hills and the valleys,</p> +<p class="t">Sound of abundance of rain.</p> +<!-- script: pg("244") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "There shall be showers of blessing;"</p> +<p class="t">Send them upon us, O Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Grant to us now a refreshing,</p> +<p class="t">Come, and now honor thy Word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "There shall be showers of blessing;"</p> +<p class="t">Oh, that to-day they might fall,</p> +<p class="l">Now as to God we're confessing,</p> +<p class="t">Now as on Jesus we call!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">D.W. Whittle.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h348"> +<h3><span class="num">348</span> Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(706)</span> <i>The Mighty Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!</p> +<p class="l">I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!</p> +<p class="l">O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,</p> +<p class="l">And point to the print of the nails in his hand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,</p> +<p class="t3">Sing of his mighty love,</p> +<p class="t3">Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!</p> +<p class="l">No longer in dread condemnation I pine:</p> +<p class="l">In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,</p> +<p class="l">Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!</p> +<p class="l">No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;</p> +<p class="l">No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;</p> +<p class="l">No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!</p> +<p class="l">My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King;</p> +<p class="l">My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave,</p> +<p class="l">And triumph in death in the mighty to save.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. F. Bottome.</p> +<!-- script: pg("245") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h349"> +<h3><span class="num">349</span> As Pants the Hart. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(660)</span> <i>Desire for Communion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">As pants the hart for cooling streams,</p> +<p class="t">When heated in the chase,</p> +<p class="l">So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,</p> +<p class="t">And thy refreshing grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--As pants the hart for cooling streams,</p> +<p class="t4">So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;</p> +<p class="t3">As pants the hart for cooling streams,</p> +<p class="t4">So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 For thee, my God, the living God,</p> +<p class="t">My thirsty soul doth pine;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, when shall I behold thy face,</p> +<p class="t">Thou Majesty divine?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I sigh to think of happier days,</p> +<p class="t">When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,</p> +<p class="l">When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise,</p> +<p class="t">And none more blest than I.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?</p> +<p class="t">Trust God, and thou shalt sing</p> +<p class="l">His praise again, and find him still</p> +<p class="t">Thy health's eternal spring.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry F. Lyte, 1834.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h350"> +<h3><span class="num">350</span> Hide Thou Me. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Safe in Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">When the fitful tempest rages,</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">Where no mortal arm can sever</p> +<p class="l">From my heart thy love forever,</p> +<p class="l">Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,</p> +<p class="t3">Safe in thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("246") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">Thou, my soul's eternal treasure,</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">When the world its power is wielding,</p> +<p class="l">And my heart is almost yielding,</p> +<p class="l">Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,</p> +<p class="t3">Safe in thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In the lonely night of sorrow,</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">Till in glory dawns the morrow,</p> +<p class="t3">Hide thou me;</p> +<p class="l">In the sight of Jordan's billow,</p> +<p class="l">Let thy bosom be my pillow,</p> +<p class="l">Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,</p> +<p class="t3">Safe in thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fannie J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h351"> +<h3><span class="num">351</span> As Pants the Hart. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(724)</span> <i>Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Walk in the light! so shalt thou know</p> +<p class="t">That fellowship of love,</p> +<p class="l">His Spirit only can bestow,</p> +<p class="t">Who reigns in light above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find</p> +<p class="t">Thy heart made truly his,</p> +<p class="l">Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,</p> +<p class="t">In whom no darkness is.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb</p> +<p class="t">No fearful shade shall wear;</p> +<p class="l">Glory shall chase away its gloom,</p> +<p class="t">For Christ hath conquered there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see</p> +<p class="t">Thy path, though thorny, bright,</p> +<p class="l">For God by grace shall dwell in thee,</p> +<p class="t">And God himself is light.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard Barton.</p> +<!-- script: pg("247") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h352"> +<h3><span class="num">352</span> The Child of a King.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Adoption.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My Father is rich in houses and lands.</p> +<p class="l">He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!</p> +<p class="l">Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,</p> +<p class="l">His coffers are full, he has riches untold.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I'm the child of a King,</p> +<p class="t3">The child of a King,</p> +<p class="t3">With Jesus, my Savior,</p> +<p class="t3">I'm the child of a King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair,</p> +<p class="l">Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share:</p> +<p class="l">But now he is reigning forever on high,</p> +<p class="l">He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth,</p> +<p class="l">A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth!</p> +<p class="l">But I've been "adopted," my name's written down:</p> +<p class="l">An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?</p> +<p class="l">They're building a palace for me over there!</p> +<p class="l">Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:</p> +<p class="l">All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Hattie E. Buell. Arr.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h353"> +<h3><span class="num">353</span> Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Care.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Amid the trials which I meet,</p> +<p class="t">Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,</p> +<p class="l">One thought remains supremely sweet,</p> +<p class="t">Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!</p> +<!-- script: pg("248") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,</p> +<p class="t4">Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,</p> +<p class="t3">What need I fear when thou art near,</p> +<p class="t4">And thinkest, Lord, of me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The cares of life come thronging fast</p> +<p class="t">Upon my soul their shadow cast;</p> +<p class="l">Their gloom reminds my heart at last,</p> +<p class="t">Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,</p> +<p class="t">Let life be bright or dark with woe,</p> +<p class="l">I am content, for this I know,</p> +<p class="t">Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.S. Lorenz</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h354"> +<h3><span class="num">354</span> Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(633)</span> <i>Plead for Me.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,</p> +<p class="l">Who loving, lov'st them to the end,</p> +<p class="l">On this alone my hopes depend</p> +<p class="t2">That thou wilt plead for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--O Savior, plead for me,</p> +<p class="t3">O Savior, plead for me,</p> +<p class="t3">On this alone my hopes depend</p> +<p class="t3">That thou wilt plead for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When weary in the Christian race,</p> +<p class="l">Far off appears my resting place,</p> +<p class="l">And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,</p> +<p class="t2">Then, Savior, plead for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When I have erred and gone astray,</p> +<p class="l">Afar from thine and wisdom's way,</p> +<p class="l">And see no glimmering, guiding ray,</p> +<p class="t2">Still, Savior, plead for me.</p> +<!-- script: pg("249") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,</p> +<p class="l">Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,</p> +<p class="l">Then with thy pitying arms enfold,</p> +<p class="t2">And plead, oh, plead for me!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And when my dying hour draws near,</p> +<p class="l">Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,</p> +<p class="l">Then to my fainting sight appear,</p> +<p class="t2">Pleading in heaven for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charlotte Elliott.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h355"> +<h3><span class="num">355</span> Hamburg. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(852)</span> <i>Heb. 12:6.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I cannot always trace the way</p> +<p class="t">Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;</p> +<p class="l">But I can always, always say,</p> +<p class="t">That God is love, that God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When fear her chilling mantle flings</p> +<p class="t">O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,</p> +<p class="l">As to her native home, upsprings,</p> +<p class="t">For God is love, for God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,</p> +<p class="t">I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove;</p> +<p class="l">In this my soul sweet comfort hath,</p> +<p class="t">That God is love, that God is love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this</p> +<p class="t">Can every gloomy thought remove,</p> +<p class="l">And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,</p> +<p class="t">For God is love, for God is love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h356"> +<h3><span class="num">356</span> Ward. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(849)</span> <i>Psalm 46.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God is the refuge of his saints,</p> +<p class="t">When storms of sharp distress invade.</p> +<p class="l">Ere we can offer our complaints,</p> +<p class="t">Behold him present with his aid.</p> +<!-- script: pg("250") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled</p> +<p class="t">Down to the deep, and buried there;</p> +<p class="l">Convulsions shake the solid world;--</p> +<p class="t">Our faith shall never yield to fear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There is a stream whose gentle flow</p> +<p class="t">Supplies the city of our God;</p> +<p class="l">Life, love, and joy still gliding through,</p> +<p class="t">And watering our divine abode:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,--</p> +<p class="t">That all our raging fear controls:</p> +<p class="l">Sweet peace thy promises afford,</p> +<p class="t">And give new strength to fainting souls.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h357"> +<h3><span class="num">357</span> Sessions. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Offices of Faith.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Faith is a living pow'r from heaven</p> +<p class="l">Which grasps the promise God has given;</p> +<p class="l">Securely fixed on Christ alone,</p> +<p class="l">A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need</p> +<p class="l">To save and strengthen, guide and feed;</p> +<p class="l">Strong in his grace, it joys to share</p> +<p class="l">His cross, in hope his crown to wear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace,</p> +<p class="l">And bids the mourner's sighing cease;</p> +<p class="l">By faith the children's right we claim,</p> +<p class="l">And call upon our Father's name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Such faith in us, O God, implant,</p> +<p class="l">And to our prayers thy favor grant;</p> +<p class="l">In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son,</p> +<p class="l">Who is our fount of health alone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon., 1531.</p> +<!-- script: pg("251") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h358"> +<h3><span class="num">358</span> Elliott. 8s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Submission to Divine Will.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God, my Father, while I stray</p> +<p class="l">Far from my home, in life's rough way,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, teach me from my heart to say,</p> +<p class="t2">"Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 If thou should'st call me to resign</p> +<p class="l">What most I prize--it ne'er was mine--</p> +<p class="l">I only yield thee what was thine--</p> +<p class="t2">"Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 If but my fainting heart be blest</p> +<p class="l">With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,</p> +<p class="l">My God! to thee I leave the rest--</p> +<p class="t2">"Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Renew my will from day to day;</p> +<p class="l">Blend it with thine, and take away</p> +<p class="l">All that now makes it hard to say,</p> +<p class="t2">"Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more</p> +<p class="l">The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before,</p> +<p class="l">I'll sing upon a happier shore,</p> +<p class="t2">"Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charlotte Elliott, 1834.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h359"> +<h3><span class="num">359</span> Lisbon. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(858)</span> <i>The Cross and Crown.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh! what, if we are Christ's,</p> +<p class="t">Is earthly shame or loss?</p> +<p class="l">Bright shall the crown of glory be</p> +<p class="t">When we have borne the cross.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Keen was the trial once,</p> +<p class="t">Bitter the cup of woe,</p> +<p class="l">When martyred saints, baptized in blood,</p> +<p class="t">Christ's sufferings shared below.</p> +<!-- script: pg("252") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Bright is their glory now,</p> +<p class="t">Boundless their joy above,</p> +<p class="l">Where, on the bosom of their God,</p> +<p class="t">They rest in perfect love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord! may that grace be ours,</p> +<p class="t">Like them, in faith, to bear</p> +<p class="l">All that of sorrow, grief, or pain</p> +<p class="t">May be our portion here.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry W. Baker, 1852.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h360"> +<h3><span class="num">360</span> Lisbon. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(859)</span> <i>God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Lord my Shepherd is;</p> +<p class="t">I shall be well supplied:</p> +<p class="l">Since he is mine, and I am his,</p> +<p class="t">What can I want beside?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He leads me to the place</p> +<p class="t">Where heavenly pasture grows,</p> +<p class="l">Where living waters gently pass,</p> +<p class="t">And full salvation flows.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 If e'er I go astray,</p> +<p class="t">He doth my soul reclaim,</p> +<p class="l">And guides me, in his own right way,</p> +<p class="t">For his most holy name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 While he affords his aid,</p> +<p class="t">I cannot yield to fear;</p> +<p class="l">Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,</p> +<p class="t">My Shepherd's with me there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h361"> +<h3><span class="num">361</span> Lisbon. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(745)</span> <i>Psalm 37:3-7.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Here I can firmly rest;</p> +<p class="t">I dare to boast of this,</p> +<p class="l">That God, the highest and the best,</p> +<p class="t">My Friend and Father is.</p> +<!-- script: pg("253") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Naught have I of my own,</p> +<p class="t">Naught in the life I lead;</p> +<p class="l">What Christ hath given, that alone</p> +<p class="t">I dare in faith to plead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I rest upon the ground</p> +<p class="t">Of Jesus and his blood;</p> +<p class="l">It is through him that I have found</p> +<p class="t">My soul's eternal good.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 At cost of all I have,</p> +<p class="t">At cost of life and limb,</p> +<p class="l">I cling to God who yet shall save;</p> +<p class="t">I will not turn from him.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 His Spirit in me dwells,</p> +<p class="t">O'er all my mind he reigns;</p> +<p class="l">My care and sadness he dispels,</p> +<p class="t">And soothes away my pains.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 He prospers day by day</p> +<p class="t">His work within my heart,</p> +<p class="l">Till I have strength and faith to say,</p> +<p class="t">Thou, God, my Father art!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Paul Gerhardt, 1650.</p> +<p class="author">Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h362"> +<h3><span class="num">362</span> Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(807)</span> <i>Through the Desert.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah,</p> +<p class="t">Pilgrim thro' this barren land;</p> +<p class="l">I am weak, but thou art mighty;</p> +<p class="t">Hold me with thy powerful hand.</p> +<p class="t3">Bread of heaven,</p> +<p class="t">Feed me till I want no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Open now thy crystal fountain,</p> +<p class="t">Whence the healing streams do flow,</p> +<p class="l">Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,</p> +<!-- script: pg("254") --> +<p class="t">Lead me all my journey thro';</p> +<p class="t3">Strong deliverer,</p> +<p class="t">Be thou still my strength and shield.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,</p> +<p class="t">Bid my anxious fears subside;</p> +<p class="l">Foe to death and hell's destruction,</p> +<p class="t">Land me safe on Canaan's side;</p> +<p class="t3">Songs of praises,</p> +<p class="t">I will ever give to thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Williams, 1774.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h363"> +<h3><span class="num">363</span> Lisbon. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(860)</span> <i>Hope Thou in God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Give to the winds thy fears;</p> +<p class="t">Hope, and be undismayed;</p> +<p class="l">God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,</p> +<p class="t">God shall lift up thy head.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,</p> +<p class="t">He gently clears the way;</p> +<p class="l">Wait thou his time; so shall this night</p> +<p class="t">Soon end in joyous day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 What, though thou rulest not?</p> +<p class="t">Yet heaven, and earth, and hell</p> +<p class="l">Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne,</p> +<p class="t">And ruleth all things well.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Leave to his sovereign sway</p> +<p class="t">To choose and to command;</p> +<p class="l">So shalt thou wondering own, his way</p> +<p class="t">How wise, how strong his hand!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h364"> +<h3><span class="num">364</span> Peterborough. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(713)</span> <i>Unwavering Faith.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh! for a faith that will not shrink,</p> +<p class="t">Though pressed by every foe;</p> +<p class="l">That will not tremble on the brink</p> +<p class="t">Of any earthly woe!--</p> +<!-- script: pg("255") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That will not murmur nor complain,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath the chastening rod,</p> +<p class="l">But, in the hour of grief or pain,</p> +<p class="t">Will lean upon its God;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A faith that shines more bright and clear</p> +<p class="t">When tempests rage without;</p> +<p class="l">That, when in danger, knows no fear,</p> +<p class="t">In darkness, feels no doubt;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 A faith that keeps the narrow way</p> +<p class="t">Till life's last hour is fled,</p> +<p class="l">And, with a pure and heavenly ray,</p> +<p class="t">Lights up a dying bed!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Lord! give us such a faith as this;</p> +<p class="t">And then, whate'er may come,</p> +<p class="l">We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss</p> +<p class="t">Of an eternal home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William H. Bathurst, 1831.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h365"> +<h3><span class="num">365</span> Naomi. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(841)</span> <i>Resignation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Father! whate'er of earthly bliss</p> +<p class="t">Thy sovereign hand denies,</p> +<p class="l">Accepted at thy throne of grace,</p> +<p class="t">Let this petition rise:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,</p> +<p class="t">From every murmur free;</p> +<p class="l">The blessings of thy grace impart,</p> +<p class="t">And let me live to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine</p> +<p class="t">My path of life attend;</p> +<p class="l">Thy presence through my journey shine,</p> +<p class="t">And bless its happy end."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760.</p> +<!-- script: pg("256") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h366"> +<h3><span class="num">366</span> Horton. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(861)</span> <i>Eternal Faithfulness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Cast thy burden on the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Only lean upon his word;</p> +<p class="l">Thou wilt soon have cause to bless</p> +<p class="t">His eternal faithfulness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He sustains thee by his hand,</p> +<p class="t">He enables thee to stand;</p> +<p class="l">Those whom Jesus once hath loved,</p> +<p class="t">From his grace are never moved.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Heaven and earth may pass away, </p> +<p class="t">God's free grace shall not decay;</p> +<p class="l">He hath promised to fulfill</p> +<p class="t">All the pleasure of his will.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock,</p> +<p class="t">Be thyself our constant Rock;</p> +<p class="l">Make us, by thy powerful hand,</p> +<p class="t">Strong as Zion's mountain stand.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rowland Hill, 1783.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h367"> +<h3><span class="num">367</span> The Lord Will Provide. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Providence.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In some way or other</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide;</p> +<p class="l">It may not be my way,</p> +<p class="l">It may not be thy way,</p> +<p class="l">And yet in his own way,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 At some time or other</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide;</p> +<p class="l">It may not be my time,</p> +<p class="l">It may not be thy time,</p> +<p class="l">And yet in his own time,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide.</p> +<!-- script: pg("257") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Despond then no longer,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide;</p> +<p class="l">And this be the token--</p> +<p class="l">No word he hath spoken,</p> +<p class="l">Was ever yet broken,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 March on, then, right boldly</p> +<p class="t">The sea shall divide;</p> +<p class="l">The pathway made glorious</p> +<p class="l">With shoutings victorious,</p> +<p class="l">We'll join in the chorus,</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will provide.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. M.A.W. Cook.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h368"> +<h3><span class="num">368</span> Consolation. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(866)</span> <i>Heb. 12:2.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore!</p> +<p class="l">Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more!</p> +<p class="l">The light of his countenance shineth so bright,</p> +<p class="l">That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear;</p> +<p class="l">I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;</p> +<p class="l">I know that his presence my safeguard will be,</p> +<p class="l">For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,</p> +<p class="l">When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round!</p> +<p class="l">They bear me away in his presence to be;</p> +<p class="l">I see him still nearer whom always I see.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace</p> +<p class="l">Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;</p> +<p class="l">Shall know how his love went before me each day,</p> +<p class="l">And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.</p> +<!-- script: pg("258") --> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h369"> +<h3><span class="num">369</span> Foundation. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(867)</span> <i>Precious Promises.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,</p> +<p class="l">Is laid for your faith in his excellent word:</p> +<p class="l">What more can he say than to you he has said,</p> +<p class="l">You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In every condition--in sickness, in health,</p> +<p class="l">In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,</p> +<p class="l">At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea--</p> +<p class="l">As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed;</p> +<p class="l">I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;</p> +<p class="l">I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,</p> +<p class="l">Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go,</p> +<p class="l">The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow;</p> +<p class="l">For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,</p> +<p class="l">And sanctify to you your deepest distress.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,</p> +<p class="l">My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply;</p> +<p class="l">The flame shall not hurt you; I only design</p> +<p class="l">Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove</p> +<p class="l">My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;</p> +<p class="l">And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,</p> +<p class="l">Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.</p> +<!-- script: pg("259") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,</p> +<p class="l">I will not, I cannot desert to his foes;</p> +<p class="l">That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,</p> +<p class="l">I'll never, no never, no never forsake.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Geo. Keith, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h370"> +<h3><span class="num">370</span> Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Hid with Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Safe in the arms of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Safe on his gentle breast,</p> +<p class="l">There by his love o'ershaded,</p> +<p class="t">Sweetly my soul shall rest.</p> +<p class="l">Hark! 'tis the voice of angels,</p> +<p class="t">Borne in a song to me,</p> +<p class="l">Over the fields of glory,</p> +<p class="t">Over the jasper sea.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Safe in the arms of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t4">Safe on his gentle breast,</p> +<p class="t3">There by his love o'ershaded,</p> +<p class="t4">Sweetly my soul shall rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Safe from corroding care,</p> +<p class="l">Safe from the world's temptations</p> +<p class="t">Sin cannot harm me there.</p> +<p class="l">Free from the blight of sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">Free from my doubts and fears;</p> +<p class="l">Only a few more trials,</p> +<p class="t">Only a few more tears!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,</p> +<p class="t">Jesus has died for me;</p> +<p class="l">Firm on the Rock of Ages</p> +<p class="t">Ever my trust shall be.</p> +<p class="l">Here let me wait with patience,</p> +<p class="t">Wait till the night is o'er;</p> +<p class="l">Wait till I see the morning</p> +<p class="t">Break on the golden shore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +<!-- script: pg("260") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h371"> +<h3><span class="num">371</span> He Leadeth Me. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Guidance</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught;</p> +<p class="l">Whate'er I do, where'er I be,</p> +<p class="l">Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me!</p> +<p class="t3">By his own hand he leadeth me;</p> +<p class="t3">His faithful follower I would be,</p> +<p class="t3">For by his hand he leadeth me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,</p> +<p class="l">Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,</p> +<p class="l">By waters still, o'er troubled sea--</p> +<p class="l">Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.</p> +<p class="l">Nor ever murmur or repine--</p> +<p class="l">Content, whatever lot I see,</p> +<p class="l">Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And when my task on earth is done,</p> +<p class="l">When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won,</p> +<p class="l">E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,</p> +<p class="l">Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h372"> +<h3><span class="num">372</span> Jewett. 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(864)</span> <i>Mark 14:36.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My Jesus, as thou wilt--</p> +<p class="t">O may thy will be mine!</p> +<p class="l">Into thy hand of love</p> +<p class="t">I would my all resign;</p> +<p class="l">Through sorrow, or through joy,</p> +<p class="t">Conduct me as thine own,</p> +<p class="l">And help me still to say,</p> +<p class="t">My Lord, thy will be done!</p> +<!-- script: pg("261") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My Jesus, as thou wilt--</p> +<p class="t">If needy here and poor,</p> +<p class="l">Give me thy people's bread,</p> +<p class="t">Their portion rich and sure;</p> +<p class="l">The manna of thy word,</p> +<p class="t">Let my soul feed upon,</p> +<p class="l">And, if all else should fail,</p> +<p class="t">My Lord, thy will be done!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My Jesus, as thou wilt--</p> +<p class="t">If among thorns I go,</p> +<p class="l">Still sometimes here and there</p> +<p class="t">Let a few roses blow.</p> +<p class="l">But thou, on earth, along</p> +<p class="t">The thorny path hast gone:</p> +<p class="l">Then lead me after thee;</p> +<p class="t">My Lord, thy will be done!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h373"> +<h3><span class="num">373</span> Trusting in the Promise. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Promise Secure.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I have found repose for my weary soul,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">And a harbor safe when the billows roll,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +<p class="l">I will fear no foe in the deadly strife,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">I will bear my lot in the toil of life,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Resting on his mighty arm forever,</p> +<p class="t3">Never from his loving heart to sever,</p> +<p class="t3">I will rest by grace in his strong embrace,</p> +<p class="t3">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I will sing my song as the days go by,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">And rejoice in hope, while I live or die,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +<!-- script: pg("262") --> +<p class="l">I can smile at grief and abide in pain,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">And the loss of all shall be highest gain,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, the strength and grace only God can give,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +<p class="l">Whosoever will may be saved to-day,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior;</p> +<p class="l">And begin to walk in the holy way,</p> +<p class="t">Trusting in the promise of the Savior.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. H.B. Hartzler.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h374"> +<h3><span class="num">374</span> Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(868)</span> <i>Consolation Offered.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;</p> +<p class="t">Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel;</p> +<p class="l">Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;</p> +<p class="t">Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,</p> +<p class="t">Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure--</p> +<p class="l">Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,</p> +<p class="t">Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing</p> +<p class="t">Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;</p> +<p class="l">Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing</p> +<p class="t">Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816.</p> +<p class="author">Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.</p> +<!-- script: pg("263") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h375"> +<h3><span class="num">375</span> Follow On! P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Following Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,</p> +<p class="l">Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;</p> +<p class="l">Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on,</p> +<p class="l">Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!</p> +<p class="t4">Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!</p> +<p class="t3">Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!</p> +<p class="t4">Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,</p> +<p class="l">Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;</p> +<p class="l">With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear,</p> +<p class="l">Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,</p> +<p class="l">Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;</p> +<p class="l">He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod,</p> +<p class="l">Up to where they gather on the hills of God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W.O. Cushing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h376"> +<h3><span class="num">376</span> Trusting Jesus. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Undoubting Trust.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Simply trusting ev'ry day,</p> +<p class="l">Trusting thro' a stormy way;</p> +<p class="l">Even when my faith is small,</p> +<p class="l">Trusting Jesus, that is all.</p> +<!-- script: pg("264") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Trusting as the moments fly,</p> +<p class="t3">Trusting as the days go by;</p> +<p class="t3">Trusting him whate'er befall,</p> +<p class="t3">Trusting Jesus, that is all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine</p> +<p class="l">Into this poor heart of mine;</p> +<p class="l">While he leads I cannot fall,</p> +<p class="l">Trusting Jesus, that is all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Singing if my way is clear;</p> +<p class="l">Praying if the path is drear;</p> +<p class="l">If in danger for him call;</p> +<p class="l">Trusting Jesus, that is all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Trusting him while life shall last,</p> +<p class="l">Trusting him till earth is past;</p> +<p class="l">Till within the jasper wall,</p> +<p class="l">Trusting Jesus, that is all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.P. Stites.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h377"> +<h3><span class="num">377</span> A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Refuge.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm;</p> +<p class="l">Secure whatever ill betide,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,</p> +<p class="t4">A weary land, a weary land,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,</p> +<p class="t4">A shelter in the time of storm.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A shade by day, defense by night,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm;</p> +<p class="l">No foes alarm, no fears affright,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm.</p> +<!-- script: pg("265") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The raging storms may round us beat,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm;</p> +<p class="l">We'll never leave our safe retreat,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm;</p> +<p class="l">Be thou our helper, ever near,</p> +<p class="t">A shelter in the time of storm.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon, Arranged.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h378"> +<h3><span class="num">378</span> Under His Wings. 8s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Psalm 91.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In God I have found a retreat,</p> +<p class="t">Where I can securely abide;</p> +<p class="l">No refuge nor rest so complete;</p> +<p class="t">And here I intend to reside.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, what comfort it brings,</p> +<p class="t4">As my soul sweetly sings,</p> +<p class="t3">I am safe from all danger</p> +<p class="t4">While under his wings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I dread not the terror by night,</p> +<p class="t">No arrow can harm me by day;</p> +<p class="l">His shadow has covered me quite,</p> +<p class="t">My fears he has driven away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The pestilence walking about,</p> +<p class="t">When darkness has settled abroad,</p> +<p class="l">Can never compel me to doubt</p> +<p class="t">The presence and power of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The wasting destruction at noon</p> +<p class="t">No fearful foreboding can bring;</p> +<p class="l">With Jesus my soul doth commune,</p> +<p class="t">His perfect salvation I sing.</p> +<!-- script: pg("266") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 A thousand may fall at my side,</p> +<p class="t">And ten thousand at my right hand;</p> +<p class="l">Above me his wings are spread wide,</p> +<p class="t">Beneath them in safety I stand.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Nicholson.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h379"> +<h3><span class="num">379</span> He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Divine Sympathy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">He knows the bitter, weary way,</p> +<p class="l">The endless striving day by day,</p> +<p class="l">The souls that weep, the souls that pray--</p> +<p class="t5">He knows it all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--He knows it all,</p> +<p class="t4">The bitter, weary way;</p> +<p class="t4">O souls that weep, O souls that pray,</p> +<p class="t3">He knows it all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He knows how hard the fight has been,</p> +<p class="l">The clouds that come our lives between,</p> +<p class="l">The wounds the world has never seen--</p> +<p class="t5">He knows it all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,</p> +<p class="l">How deep the pain, how near the brink</p> +<p class="l">Of dark despair we pause and shrink--</p> +<p class="t5">He knows it all.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!</p> +<p class="l">For though on earth our joys we miss.</p> +<p class="l">We still can bear it, feeling this--</p> +<p class="t5">He knows it all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Unknown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h380"> +<h3><span class="num">380</span> Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.</h3> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Cast thy burden on the Lord,</p> +<p class="l">And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee;</p> +<p class="l">He will sustain thee, and comfort thee;</p> +<p class="l">He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee;</p> +<p class="l">Cast thy burden on the Lord!</p> +<!-- script: pg("267") --> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h381"> +<h3><span class="num">381</span> Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Lead Thou Me On.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,</p> +<p class="t2">Lead thou me on,</p> +<p class="l">The night is dark, and I am far from home,</p> +<p class="t2">Lead thou me on;</p> +<p class="l">Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see</p> +<p class="l">The distant scene; one step enough for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou</p> +<p class="t2">Shouldst lead me on;</p> +<p class="l">I loved to choose and see my path, but now</p> +<p class="t2">Lead thou me on;</p> +<p class="l">I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,</p> +<p class="l">Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still</p> +<p class="t2">Will lead me on;</p> +<p class="l">O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till</p> +<p class="t2">The night is gone;</p> +<p class="l">And with the morn those angel faces smile</p> +<p class="l">Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Cardinal J.H. Newman</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h382"> +<h3><span class="num">382</span> Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Joy After Weeping.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning;</p> +<p class="l">For God, in his own Word, hath said</p> +<p class="t">That joy cometh in the morning.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Joy cometh in the morning,</p> +<p class="t3">Joy cometh in the morning;</p> +<p class="t3">Weeping may endure for a night,</p> +<p class="t3">But joy cometh in the morning.</p> +<!-- script: pg("268") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning;</p> +<p class="l">And ev'ry trembling sinner hope,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our God shall wipe all tears away,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning;</p> +<p class="l">Sorrow and sighing flee away,</p> +<p class="t">For joy cometh in the morning.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">M.M. Weinland.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h383"> +<h3><span class="num">383</span> Landis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(883)</span> <i>God's Tenderness in Our Grief.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How tender is thy hand,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, thou beloved Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Afflictions come at thy command,</p> +<p class="t">And leave us at thy word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How gentle was the rod</p> +<p class="t">That chastened us for sin!</p> +<p class="l">How soon we found a smiling God,</p> +<p class="t">Where deep distress had been!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A Father's hand we felt,</p> +<p class="t">A Father's heart we knew;</p> +<p class="l">With tears of penitence we knelt,</p> +<p class="t">And found his word was true.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 We told him all our grief,</p> +<p class="t">We thought of Jesus' love;</p> +<p class="l">A sense of pardon brought relief,</p> +<p class="t">And bade our pains remove.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Hastings.</p> +<!-- script: pg("269") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h384"> +<h3><span class="num">384</span> Retreat. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(787)</span> <i>The Mercy-Seat.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From every stormy wind that blows,</p> +<p class="l">From every swelling tide of woes,</p> +<p class="l">There is a calm, a sure retreat;--</p> +<p class="l">'Tis found before the mercy-seat.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 There is a place where Jesus sheds</p> +<p class="l">The oil of gladness on our heads,--</p> +<p class="l">A place, than all besides, more sweet;</p> +<p class="l">It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There is a spot where spirits blend,</p> +<p class="l">Where friend holds fellowship with friend;</p> +<p class="l">Though sundered far, by faith they meet</p> +<p class="l">Around one common mercy-seat.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar,</p> +<p class="l">And time, and sense seem all no more;</p> +<p class="l">And heaven comes down our souls to greet,</p> +<p class="l">And glory crowns the mercy-seat!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill,</p> +<p class="l">My tongue be silent, cold, and still,</p> +<p class="l">This bounding heart forget to beat,</p> +<p class="l">If I forget the mercy-seat!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Hugh Stowell, 1827.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h385"> +<h3><span class="num">385</span> Retreat. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(796)</span> <i>Design of Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Prayer is appointed to convey</p> +<p class="t">The blessings God designs to give:</p> +<p class="l">Long as they live should Christians pray;</p> +<p class="t">They learn to pray when first they live.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress;</p> +<p class="t">If cares distract, or fears dismay;</p> +<p class="l">If guilt deject; if sin distress;</p> +<p class="t">In every case, still watch and pray.</p> +<!-- script: pg("270") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,</p> +<p class="t">Tho' thought be broken, language lame,</p> +<p class="l">Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak,</p> +<p class="t">But pray with faith in Jesus' name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail;</p> +<p class="t">Make all thy wants and wishes known;</p> +<p class="l">Fear not, his merits must prevail,</p> +<p class="t">Ask but in faith, it shall be done.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Hart. <i>D.</i> 1768</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h386"> +<h3><span class="num">386</span> Retreat. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(794)</span> <i>Psalm 104:34.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God, is any hour so sweet</p> +<p class="t">From blush of morn to evening star,</p> +<p class="l">As that which calls me to thy feet,</p> +<p class="t">The calm and holy hour of prayer?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn,</p> +<p class="t">And blest the hush of solemn eve,</p> +<p class="l">When on the wings of prayer up-borne,</p> +<p class="t">This fair, but transient, world I leave.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Then is my strength by thee renewed;</p> +<p class="t">Then are my sins by thee forgiven;</p> +<p class="l">Then dost thou cheer my solitude,</p> +<p class="t">With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 No words can tell what sweet relief,</p> +<p class="t">There for my every want I find;</p> +<p class="l">What strength for warfare, balm for grief,</p> +<p class="t">What deep and cheerful peace of mind.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore,</p> +<p class="t">No privilege so dear shall be,</p> +<p class="l">As thus my inmost soul to pour</p> +<p class="t">In faithful, filial prayer to thee!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charlotte Elliott, 1854.</p> +<!-- script: pg("271") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h387"> +<h3><span class="num">387</span>Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(790)</span> <i>Blessedness of Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!</p> +<p class="l">That calls me from a world of care,</p> +<p class="l">And bids me at my Father's throne</p> +<p class="l">Make all my wants and wishes known:</p> +<p class="l">In seasons of distress and grief,</p> +<p class="l">My soul has often found relief;</p> +<p class="l">And oft escaped the tempter's snare,</p> +<p class="l">By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!</p> +<p class="l">Thy wings shall my petition bear</p> +<p class="l">To him whose truth and faithfulness</p> +<p class="l">Engage the waiting soul to bless.</p> +<p class="l">And since he bids he seek his face,</p> +<p class="l">Believe his word, and trust his grace,</p> +<p class="l">I'll cast on him my ev'ry care</p> +<p class="l">And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!</p> +<p class="l">May I thy consolation share,</p> +<p class="l">Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,</p> +<p class="l">I view my home and take my flight:</p> +<p class="l">This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise</p> +<p class="l">To seize the everlasting prize;</p> +<p class="l">And shout, while passing thro' the air,</p> +<p class="l">Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h388"> +<h3><span class="num">388</span> Brown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(776)</span> <i>Secret Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I love to steal awhile away</p> +<p class="t">From ev'ry cumb'ring care,</p> +<p class="l">And spend the hours of setting day</p> +<p class="t">In humble, grateful prayer.</p> +<!-- script: pg("272") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love in solitude to shed</p> +<p class="t">The penitential tear,</p> +<p class="l">And all his promises to plead,</p> +<p class="t">Where none but God can hear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I love to think on mercies past,</p> +<p class="t">And future good implore,</p> +<p class="l">And all my cares and sorrows cast</p> +<p class="t">On him whom I adore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I love by faith to take a view</p> +<p class="t">Of brighter scenes in heaven;</p> +<p class="l">The prospect doth my strength renew,</p> +<p class="t">While here by tempests driven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,</p> +<p class="t">May its departing ray</p> +<p class="l">Be calm as this impressive hour,</p> +<p class="t">And lead to endless day!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h389"> +<h3><span class="num">389</span> Brown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(786)</span> <i>Graces Sought in Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! teach us how to pray aright,</p> +<p class="t">With reverence and with fear;</p> +<p class="l">Though dust and ashes in thy sight,</p> +<p class="t">We may, we must draw near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 God of all grace, we come to thee,</p> +<p class="t">With broken, contrite hearts,</p> +<p class="l">Give, what thine eye delights to see,</p> +<p class="t">Truth in the inward parts;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,</p> +<p class="t">Though mercy long delay;</p> +<p class="l">Courage, our fainting souls to keep,</p> +<p class="t">And trust thee though thou slay.</p> +<!-- script: pg("273") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Give these, and then--thy will be done--</p> +<p class="t">Thus strengthened with all might,</p> +<p class="l">We by the Spirit and thy Son,</p> +<p class="t">Shall pray, and pray aright.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1819.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h390"> +<h3><span class="num">390</span> Brown. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(784)</span> <i>Mark 13:33.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The Savior bids thee watch and pray</p> +<p class="t">Through life's momentous hour;</p> +<p class="l">And grants the Spirit's quickening ray</p> +<p class="t">To those who seek his power.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,</p> +<p class="t">Maintain a warrior's strife;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day;</p> +<p class="t">Obedience is thy life.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,</p> +<p class="t">For soon the hour will come</p> +<p class="l">That calls thee from the earth away</p> +<p class="t">To thy eternal home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray</p> +<p class="t">Oh, hearken to his voice,</p> +<p class="l">And follow where he leads the way,</p> +<p class="t">To heaven's eternal joys.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">T. Hastings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h391"> +<h3><span class="num">391</span> Devizes. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(781)</span> <i>Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,</p> +<p class="t">Uttered or unexpressed;</p> +<p class="l">The motion of a hidden fire,</p> +<p class="t">That trembles in the breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,</p> +<p class="t">The falling of a tear,</p> +<p class="l">The upward glancing of an eye,</p> +<p class="t">When none but God is near.</p> +<!-- script: pg("274") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,</p> +<p class="t">That infant lips can try;</p> +<p class="l">Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach</p> +<p class="t">The Majesty on high.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,</p> +<p class="t">The Christian's native air:</p> +<p class="l">His watchword at the gates of death;</p> +<p class="t">He enters heaven with prayer.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh, Thou, by whom we come to God,--</p> +<p class="t">The Life, the Truth, the Way!</p> +<p class="l">The path of prayer thyself hast trod;</p> +<p class="t">Lord! teach us how to pray.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1819.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h392"> +<h3><span class="num">392</span> Marlow. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(778)</span> <i>A Throne of Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">A throne of grace! then let us go</p> +<p class="t">And offer up our prayer;</p> +<p class="l">A gracious God will mercy show</p> +<p class="t">To all that worship there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne</p> +<p class="t">Our knees have often bent,</p> +<p class="l">And God has showered his blessings down</p> +<p class="t">As often as we went.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints!</p> +<p class="t">That throne is open still;</p> +<p class="l">To God unbosom your complaints,</p> +<p class="t">And then inquire his will.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Corbin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h393"> +<h3><span class="num">393</span> Notting Hill. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(777)</span> <i>Communion in Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,</p> +<p class="t">While here o'er earth we rove;</p> +<p class="l">Speak to our hearts, and let us feel</p> +<p class="t">The kindling of thy love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("275") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 With thee conversing, we forget</p> +<p class="t">All time, and toil, and care:</p> +<p class="l">Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,</p> +<p class="t">If thou, my God! art here.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,</p> +<p class="t">And bid my heart rejoice:</p> +<p class="l">My bounding heart shall own thy sway,</p> +<p class="t">And echo to thy voice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thou callest me to seek thy face--</p> +<p class="t">'Tis all I wish to seek;</p> +<p class="l">T' attend the whisperings of thy grace,</p> +<p class="t">And hear thee only speak.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h394"> +<h3><span class="num">394</span> Aletta. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(804)</span> <i>At the Throne.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, my soul! thy suit prepare;</p> +<p class="l">Jesus loves to answer prayer;</p> +<p class="l">He himself has bid thee pray,</p> +<p class="l">Therefore will not say thee nay.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou art coming to a King,</p> +<p class="l">Large petitions with thee bring;</p> +<p class="l">For his grace and power are such,</p> +<p class="l">None can ever ask too much.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lord! I come to thee for rest,</p> +<p class="l">Take possession of my breast;</p> +<p class="l">There thy blood-bought right maintain,</p> +<p class="l">And without a rival reign.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 While I am a pilgrim here,</p> +<p class="l">Let thy love my spirit cheer;</p> +<p class="l">As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,</p> +<p class="l">Lead me to my journey's end.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779.</p> +<!-- script: pg("276") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h395"> +<h3><span class="num">395</span> What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Privilege of Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">What a friend we have in Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">All our sins and griefs to bear;</p> +<p class="l">What a privilege to carry</p> +<p class="t">Ev'rything to God in prayer!</p> +<p class="l">O what peace we often forfeit,</p> +<p class="t">O what needless pain we bear,</p> +<p class="l">All because we do not carry</p> +<p class="t">Ev'rything to God in prayer!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Have we trials and temptations?</p> +<p class="t">Is there trouble anywhere?</p> +<p class="l">We should never be discouraged,</p> +<p class="t">Take it to the Lord in prayer.</p> +<p class="l">Can we find a friend so faithful,</p> +<p class="t">Who will all our sorrows share?</p> +<p class="l">Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness,</p> +<p class="t">Take it to the Lord in prayer!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Are we weak and heavy laden,</p> +<p class="t">Cumbered with a load of care?--</p> +<p class="l">Precious Savior, still our refuge,--</p> +<p class="t">Take it to the Lord in prayer.</p> +<p class="l">Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?</p> +<p class="t">Take it to the Lord in prayer;</p> +<p class="l">In his firms he'll take and shield thee,</p> +<p class="t">Thou wilt find a solace there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Unknown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h396"> +<h3><span class="num">396</span> The Lord's Prayer.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Chant.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, ||</p> +<p class="l">Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven,</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<!-- script: pg("277") --> +<p class="l">2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, ||</p> +<p class="l">And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; ||</p> +<p class="l">For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h397"> +<h3><span class="num">397</span> Thatcher. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1168)</span> <i>I. Tim. 2:8.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come at the morning hour,</p> +<p class="t">Come, let us kneel and pray;</p> +<p class="l">Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff</p> +<p class="t">To walk with God all day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 At noon beneath the Rock</p> +<p class="t">Of Ages, rest and pray;</p> +<p class="l">Sweet is that shelter from the sun</p> +<p class="t">In weary heat of day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 At evening, in thy home,</p> +<p class="t">Around its altar, pray;</p> +<p class="l">And finding there the house of God,</p> +<p class="t">With heaven then close the day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When midnight veils our eyes,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, it is sweet to say,</p> +<p class="l">I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">With thee to watch and pray.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anon.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h398"> +<h3><span class="num">398</span> Capello. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(801)</span> <i>The Throne of Grace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold the throne of grace!</p> +<p class="t">The promise calls me near;</p> +<p class="l">There Jesus shows a smiling face,</p> +<p class="t">And waits to answer prayer.</p> +<!-- script: pg("278") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That rich atoning blood,</p> +<p class="t">Which sprinkled round I see,</p> +<p class="l">Provides, for those who come to God,</p> +<p class="t">An all-prevailing plea.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My soul! ask what thou wilt;</p> +<p class="t">Thou canst not be too bold;</p> +<p class="l">Since his own blood for thee he spilt,</p> +<p class="t">What else can he withhold?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow,</p> +<p class="t">Thy presence and thy love;</p> +<p class="l">I ask to serve thee here below,</p> +<p class="t">And reign with thee above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Teach me to live by faith;</p> +<p class="t">Conform my will to thine;</p> +<p class="l">Let me victorious be in death,</p> +<p class="t">And then in glory shine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h399"> +<h3><span class="num">399</span> Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Sympathizing Friend.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus.</p> +<p class="l">Are you grieving over joys departed?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t4">He is a Friend that's well known;</p> +<p class="t3">You have no other such a friend or brother!</p> +<p class="t4">Tell it to Jesus alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus.</p> +<p class="l">Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus alone.</p> +<!-- script: pg("279") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus.</p> +<p class="l">Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus alone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus.</p> +<p class="l">For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing?</p> +<p class="t">Tell it to Jesus alone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. E. Rankin, D. D.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h400"> +<h3><span class="num">400</span> Maitland. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(835)</span> <i>The Cross and the Crown.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Must Jesus bear the cross alone,</p> +<p class="t">And all the world go free?</p> +<p class="l">No, there's a cross for every one,</p> +<p class="t">And there's a cross for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How happy are the saints above,</p> +<p class="t">Who once went mourning here!</p> +<p class="l">But now they taste unmingled love,</p> +<p class="t">And joy without a tear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 This consecrated cross I'll bear,</p> +<p class="t">Till death shall set me free,</p> +<p class="l">And then go home my crown to wear,</p> +<p class="t">For there's a crown for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Upon the crystal pavement, down</p> +<p class="t">At Jesus' pierced feet,</p> +<p class="l">Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown,</p> +<p class="t">And his dear name repeat.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring</p> +<p class="t">Beneath heaven's arches high;</p> +<p class="l">The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing,</p> +<p class="t">That lives no more to die.</p> +<!-- script: pg("280") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown!</p> +<p class="t">Oh! resurrection day!</p> +<p class="l">Ye angels! from the skies come down,</p> +<p class="t">And bear my soul away.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h401"> +<h3><span class="num">401</span> Maitland. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(783)</span> <i>The Christian Race.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve,</p> +<p class="t">And press with vigor on;</p> +<p class="l">A heavenly race demands thy zeal,</p> +<p class="t">A bright, immortal crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis God's all-animating voice</p> +<p class="t">That calls thee from on high:</p> +<p class="l">'Tis his own hand presents the prize</p> +<p class="t">To thine aspiring eye.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A cloud of witnesses around,</p> +<p class="t">Hold thee in full survey:</p> +<p class="l">Forget the steps already trod,</p> +<p class="t">And onward urge thy way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee</p> +<p class="t">Have we our race begun;</p> +<p class="l">And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet</p> +<p class="t">We'll lay our laurels down.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">P. Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h402"> +<h3><span class="num">402</span> Maitland. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(809)</span> <i>Christian Charity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Blest is the man, whose softening heart</p> +<p class="t">Feels all another's pain;</p> +<p class="l">To whom the supplicating eye</p> +<p class="t">Was never raised in vain;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,</p> +<p class="t">A stranger's woes to feel,</p> +<p class="l">And bleeds in pity o'er the wound</p> +<p class="t">He wants the power to heal.</p> +<!-- script: pg("281") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 He spreads his kind supporting arms</p> +<p class="t">To every child of grief;</p> +<p class="l">His secret bounty largely flows,</p> +<p class="t">And brings unasked relief.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 To gentle offices of love,</p> +<p class="t">His feet are never slow;</p> +<p class="l">He views, through mercy's melting eye,</p> +<p class="t">A brother in a foe.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h403"> +<h3><span class="num">403</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(798)</span> <i>The Christian's Life-Work.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">A charge to keep I have,</p> +<p class="t">A God to glorify;</p> +<p class="l">A never-dying-soul to save,</p> +<p class="t">And fit it for the sky:---</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To serve the present age,</p> +<p class="t">My calling to fulfill,--</p> +<p class="l">Oh! may it all my powers engage--</p> +<p class="t">To do my Master's will.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Arm me with jealous care,</p> +<p class="t">As in thy sight to live;</p> +<p class="l">And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare</p> +<p class="t">A strict account to give.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Help me to watch and pray,</p> +<p class="t">And on thyself rely;</p> +<p class="l">Assured, if I my trust betray,</p> +<p class="t">I shall forever die.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1762.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h404"> +<h3><span class="num">404</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1014)</span> <i>Sowing and Reaping.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sow in the morn thy seed,</p> +<p class="t">At eve hold not thy hand;</p> +<p class="l">To doubt and fear give thou no heed;</p> +<p class="t">Broad-cast it o'er the land.</p> +<!-- script: pg("282") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 And duly shall appear,</p> +<p class="t">In verdure, beauty, strength,</p> +<p class="l">The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,</p> +<p class="t">And the full corn at length.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thou canst not toil in vain;</p> +<p class="t">Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,</p> +<p class="l">Shall foster and mature the grain,</p> +<p class="t">For garners in the sky.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thence, when the glorious end,</p> +<p class="t">The day of God, shall come,</p> +<p class="l">The angel-reapers shall descend,</p> +<p class="t">And heaven cry "Harvest-home!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h405"> +<h3><span class="num">405</span> Boylston. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(821)</span> <i>Doing Good.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We give thee but thine own,</p> +<p class="t">Whate'er the gift may be:</p> +<p class="l">All that we have is thine alone,</p> +<p class="t">A trust, O Lord! from thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O, hearts are bruised and dead,</p> +<p class="t">And homes are bare and cold,</p> +<p class="l">And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,</p> +<p class="t">Are straying from the fold.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To comfort and to bless,</p> +<p class="t">To find a balm for woe,</p> +<p class="l">To tend the lone and fatherless</p> +<p class="t">Is angels' work below.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The captive to release,</p> +<p class="t">To God the lost to bring,</p> +<p class="l">To teach the way of life and peace,</p> +<p class="t">It is a Christ-like thing.</p> +<!-- script: pg("283") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 And we believe thy word,</p> +<p class="t">Though dim our faith may be:</p> +<p class="l">Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,</p> +<p class="t">We do it unto thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Walsham How, 1854.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h406"> +<h3><span class="num">406</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(818)</span> <i>The Useful Life.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,--</p> +<p class="l">Thy joy to do the Father's will;</p> +<p class="l">It is the way the Master went;</p> +<p class="l">Should not the servant tread it still?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught;</p> +<p class="l">Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;</p> +<p class="l">Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not,</p> +<p class="l">The Master praises;--what are men?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Go, labor on; enough, while here,</p> +<p class="l">If he shall praise thee, if he deign</p> +<p class="l">Thy willing heart to mark and cheer,</p> +<p class="l">No toil for him shall be in vain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;</p> +<p class="l">For toil comes rest, for exile home;</p> +<p class="l">Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,</p> +<p class="l">The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Horatius Bonar, 1857.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h407"> +<h3><span class="num">407</span> Just As I am. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(737)</span> <i>Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">So let our lips and lives express</p> +<p class="l">The holy gospel we profess;</p> +<p class="l">So let our works and virtues shine</p> +<p class="l">To prove the doctrine all divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad</p> +<p class="l">The honors of our Savior God;</p> +<p class="l">When his salvation reigns within,</p> +<p class="l">And grace subdues the power of sin.</p> +<!-- script: pg("284") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Religion bears our spirits up,</p> +<p class="l">While we expect that blessed hope,--</p> +<p class="l">The bright appearance of the Lord;</p> +<p class="l">And faith stands leaning on his word.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h408"> +<h3><span class="num">408</span> Essex. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Responsibilities of the Age.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We are living, we are dwelling,</p> +<p class="t">In a grand and awful time,</p> +<p class="l">In an age on ages telling;</p> +<p class="t">To be living is sublime.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your</p> +<p class="t">Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?</p> +<p class="l">Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier;</p> +<p class="t">Worlds are charging to the shock.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding;</p> +<p class="t">Thou hast but an hour to fight;</p> +<p class="l">Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,</p> +<p class="t">On! right onward for the right.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 On! let all the soul within you</p> +<p class="t">For the truth's sake go abroad;</p> +<p class="l">Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew</p> +<p class="t">Tell on ages--tell for God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h409"> +<h3><span class="num">409</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1009)</span> <i>Zeal.--John 9:4.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Go, labor on, while it is day;</p> +<p class="t">The world's dark night is hastening on;</p> +<p class="l">Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away!</p> +<p class="t">It is not thus that souls are won.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Men die in darkness at your side,</p> +<p class="t">Without a hope to cheer the tomb;</p> +<p class="l">Take up the torch and wave it wide--</p> +<p class="t">The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.</p> +<!-- script: pg("285") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray!</p> +<p class="t">Be wise the erring soul to win;</p> +<p class="l">Go forth into the world's highway;</p> +<p class="t">Compel the wanderer to come in.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak;</p> +<p class="t">Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;</p> +<p class="l">Yet falter not; the prize you seek</p> +<p class="t">Is near,--a kingdom and a crown!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar, 1857.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h410"> +<h3><span class="num">410</span> Triumph. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(819)</span> <i>Psalm 41.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Blest is the man whose heart doth move,</p> +<p class="t">And melt with pity to the poor;</p> +<p class="l">Whose soul, by sympathizing love,</p> +<p class="t">Feels what his fellow-saints endure.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 His heart contrives, for their relief,</p> +<p class="t">More good than his own hands can do;</p> +<p class="l">He, in the time of general grief,</p> +<p class="t">Shall find the Lord has pity too.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 His soul shall live secure on earth,</p> +<p class="t">With secret blessings on his head,</p> +<p class="l">When drought, and pestilence, and dearth</p> +<p class="t">Around him multiply their dead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Or, if he languish on his couch,</p> +<p class="t">God will pronounce his sins forgiven,</p> +<p class="l">Will save him with a healing touch,</p> +<p class="t">Or take his willing soul to heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts. 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h411"> +<h3><span class="num">411</span> Rescue the Perishing. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Seeking the Lost.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rescue the perishing,</p> +<p class="l">Care for the dying,</p> +<p class="t">Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;</p> +<!-- script: pg("286") --> +<p class="l">Weep o'er the erring one,</p> +<p class="l">Lift up the fallen,</p> +<p class="t">Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Rescue the perishing,</p> +<p class="t4">Care for the dying;</p> +<p class="t3">Jesus is merciful,</p> +<p class="t4">Jesus will save.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' they are slighting him,</p> +<p class="l">Still he is waiting,</p> +<p class="t">Waiting the penitent child to receive.</p> +<p class="l">Plead with them earnestly,</p> +<p class="l">Plead with them gently,</p> +<p class="t">He will forgive if they only believe.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Down in the human heart,</p> +<p class="l">Crushed by the tempter,</p> +<p class="t">Feelings lie buried which grace can restore.</p> +<p class="l">Touched by a loving heart,</p> +<p class="l">Wakened by kindness,</p> +<p class="t">Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Rescue the perishing,</p> +<p class="l">Duty demands it;</p> +<p class="t">Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.</p> +<p class="l">Back to the narrow way</p> +<p class="l">Patiently win them;</p> +<p class="t">Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h412"> +<h3><span class="num">412</span> While the Days Are Going By. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Daily Opportunity.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There are lonely hearts to cherish,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<p class="l">There are weary souls who perish,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<!-- script: pg("287") --> +<p class="l">If a smile we can renew,</p> +<p class="l">As our journey we pursue,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, the good we all may do,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Going by, going by,</p> +<p class="t3">Going by, going by,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, the good we all may do,</p> +<p class="t3">While the days are going by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 There's no time for idle scorning,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<p class="l">Let your face be like the morning,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, the world is full of sighs,</p> +<p class="l">Full of sad and weeping eyes;</p> +<p class="l">Help your fallen brother rise,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 All the loving links that bind us,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<p class="l">One by one we leave behind us,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by;</p> +<p class="l">But the seeds of good we sow</p> +<p class="l">Both in shade and shine will grow,</p> +<p class="l">And will keep our hearts aglow,</p> +<p class="t">While the days are going by.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George Cooper.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h413"> +<h3><span class="num">413</span> I Want to Be a Worker. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Delight in God's Work.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I want to be a worker for the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">I want to love and trust his holy word;</p> +<p class="l">I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day</p> +<p class="t">In the vineyard of the Lord.</p> +<!-- script: pg("288") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I will work, I will pray,</p> +<p class="t3">In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord;</p> +<p class="t3">I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day</p> +<p class="t3">In the vineyard of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day,</p> +<p class="t">I want to lead the erring in the way</p> +<p class="l">That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love,</p> +<p class="t">In the kingdom of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I want to be a worker strong and brave,</p> +<p class="t">I want to trust in Jesus' power to save;</p> +<p class="l">All who will truly come, shall find a happy home</p> +<p class="t">In the kingdom of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord,</p> +<p class="t">To lead the lost and erring to thy word</p> +<p class="l">That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die,</p> +<p class="t">In the kingdom of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaiah Baltzell.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h414"> +<h3><span class="num">414</span> Seeds of Promise. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Seedtime and Harvest.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,</p> +<p class="t">Along the fertile field,</p> +<p class="l">For grain will grow from what you sow,</p> +<p class="t">And fruitful harvest yield.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">CHO--Then day by day along your way,</p> +<p class="t3"> The seeds of promise cast,</p> +<p class="t2"> That ripened grain from hill and plain,</p> +<p class="t3"> Be gathered home at last.</p> +<!-- script: pg("289") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years,</p> +<p class="t">The seed will surely live;</p> +<p class="l">Tho' great the cost it is not lost,</p> +<p class="t">For God will fruitage give.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The harvest home of God will come;</p> +<p class="t">And after toil and care,</p> +<p class="l">With joy untold your sheaves of gold</p> +<p class="t">Will all be garnered there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Jessie H. Brown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h415"> +<h3><span class="num">415</span> We're Marching to Zion. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Christian Journey.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, we that love the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">And let our joys be known,</p> +<p class="l">Join in a song with sweet accord,</p> +<p class="t">And thus surround the throne.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--We're marching to Zion,</p> +<p class="t3">Beautiful, beautiful Zion,</p> +<p class="t3">We're marching upward to Zion,</p> +<p class="t3">The beautiful city of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let those refuse to sing</p> +<p class="t">Who never knew our God;</p> +<p class="l">But children of the heavenly King</p> +<p class="t">May speak their joys abroad.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The hill of Zion yields</p> +<p class="t">A thousand sacred sweets,</p> +<p class="l">Before we reach the heavenly fields,</p> +<p class="t">Or walk the golden streets.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then let our songs abound,</p> +<p class="t">And ev'ry tear be dry;</p> +<p class="l">We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground</p> +<p class="t">To fairer worlds on high.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +<!-- script: pg("290") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h416"> +<h3><span class="num">416</span> Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Work While it is Day.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Work, for the night is coming,</p> +<p class="t">Work thro' the morning hours;</p> +<p class="l">Work while the dew is sparkling,</p> +<p class="t">Work 'mid springing flowers;</p> +<p class="l">Work, when the day grows brighter,</p> +<p class="t">Work in the glowing sun;</p> +<p class="l">Work, for the night is coming,</p> +<p class="t">When man's work is done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Work, for the night is coming,</p> +<p class="t">Work thro' the sunny noon;</p> +<p class="l">Fill brightest hours with labor,</p> +<p class="t">Rest comes sure and soon;</p> +<p class="l">Give ev'ry flying minute,</p> +<p class="t">Something to keep in store;</p> +<p class="l">Work, for the night is coming,</p> +<p class="t">When man works no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Work, for the night is coming,</p> +<p class="t">Under the sunset skies;</p> +<p class="l">While their bright tints are glowing,</p> +<p class="t">Work, for daylight flies;</p> +<p class="l">Work till the last beam fadeth,</p> +<p class="t">Fadeth to shine no more;</p> +<p class="l">Work while the night is dark'ning,</p> +<p class="t">When man's work is o'er.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Annie L. Walker.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h417"> +<h3><span class="num">417</span> Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Spiritual Harvest.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,</p> +<p class="t">Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;</p> +<p class="l">Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,</p> +<p class="t">We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.</p> +<!-- script: pg("291") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,</p> +<p class="t3">We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;</p> +<p class="t3">Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,</p> +<p class="t3">We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,</p> +<p class="t">Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze;</p> +<p class="l">By and by the harvest and the labor ended,</p> +<p class="t">We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,</p> +<p class="t">Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;</p> +<p class="l">When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome;</p> +<p class="t">We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Knowles Shaw.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h418"> +<h3><span class="num">418</span> Crown After Cross. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Tears and Joy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Light after darkness,</p> +<p class="t">Gain after loss,</p> +<p class="l">Strength after weariness,</p> +<p class="t">Crown after cross,</p> +<p class="l">Sweet after bitter,</p> +<p class="t">Song after sigh,</p> +<p class="l">Home after wandering,</p> +<p class="t">Praise after cry.</p> +<!-- script: pg("292") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Now comes the weeping,</p> +<p class="t3">Then the glad reaping;</p> +<p class="t3">Now comes the labor hard,</p> +<p class="t3">Then the reward.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sheaves after sowing,</p> +<p class="t">Sun after rain,</p> +<p class="l">Sight after mystery,</p> +<p class="t">Peace after pain,</p> +<p class="l">Joy after sorrow,</p> +<p class="t">Calm after blast,</p> +<p class="l">Rest after weariness,</p> +<p class="t">Sweet rest at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Near after distant,</p> +<p class="t">Gleam after gloom,</p> +<p class="l">Love after loneliness,</p> +<p class="t">Life after tomb.</p> +<p class="l">After long agony,</p> +<p class="t">Rapture of bliss;</p> +<p class="l">Right was the pathway</p> +<p class="t">Leading to this.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Frances R. Havergal.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h419"> +<h3><span class="num">419</span> I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Old, Old Story.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I love to tell the story</p> +<p class="t">Of unseen things above,</p> +<p class="l">Of Jesus and his glory,</p> +<p class="t">Of Jesus and his love!</p> +<p class="l">I love to tell the story,</p> +<p class="t">Because I know it's true;</p> +<p class="l">It satisfies my longings,</p> +<p class="t">As nothing else would do.</p> +<!-- script: pg("293") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t3">'Twill be my theme in glory,</p> +<p class="t3">To tell the old, old story</p> +<p class="t3">Of Jesus and his love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t">More wonderful it seems,</p> +<p class="l">Than all the golden fancies</p> +<p class="t">Of all our golden dreams.</p> +<p class="l">I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t">It did so much for me!</p> +<p class="l">And that is just the reason,</p> +<p class="t">I tell it now to thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t">'Tis pleasant to repeat</p> +<p class="l">What seems, each time, I tell it,</p> +<p class="t">More wonderfully sweet.</p> +<p class="l">I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t">For some have never heard</p> +<p class="l">The message of salvation</p> +<p class="t">From God's own Holy Word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I love to tell the story!</p> +<p class="t">For those who know it best</p> +<p class="l">Seem hungering and thirsting</p> +<p class="t">To hear it like the rest.</p> +<p class="l">And when, in scenes of glory,</p> +<p class="t">I sing the new, new song,</p> +<p class="l">'Twill be--the old, old story</p> +<p class="t">That I have loved so long.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h420"> +<h3><span class="num">420</span> Only a Word. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Speaking for Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Only a word for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Spoken in fear with sense of need;</p> +<p class="l">Yet, with the Master's blessing,</p> +<p class="t">Thousands that word may feed.</p> +<!-- script: pg("294") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Give me a word for thee, Master!</p> +<p class="t3">Give me a word for thee!</p> +<p class="t3">To speak thy praise,</p> +<p class="t3">Some soul to raise,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, give me a word for thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Only a word for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Gentle and low with falt'ring breath;</p> +<p class="l">Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling,</p> +<p class="t">Winning a soul from death.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Only a word for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Only a wav'ring soul to hear;</p> +<p class="l">Yet, thro' increasing ages,</p> +<p class="t">Widen its help and cheer.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Only a word for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Feeble the love and praise appear:</p> +<p class="l">Angels their songs are ceasing,</p> +<p class="t">Glad this new note to hear.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E. S. Lorenz.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h421"> +<h3><span class="num">421</span> Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Waiting His Coming.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Are you Christ's light bearer?</p> +<p class="l">Of his joy a sharer?</p> +<p class="l">Is this dark world fairer</p> +<p class="t">For your cheering ray?</p> +<p class="l">Is your beacon lighted,</p> +<p class="l">Guiding souls benighted</p> +<p class="t">To the land of perfect day?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning?</p> +<p class="t4">Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray?</p> +<p class="t3">Are you ever waiting</p> +<p class="t3">For your Lord's returning?</p> +<p class="t4">Are you watching day by day?</p> +<!-- script: pg("295") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Is your heart warm glowing,</p> +<p class="l">With his love o'erflowing,</p> +<p class="l">And his goodness showing</p> +<p class="t">More and more each day?</p> +<p class="l">Are you pressing onward,</p> +<p class="l">With Christ's faithful vanguard,</p> +<p class="t">In the safe and narrow way?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Keep your altars burning,</p> +<p class="l">Wait your Lord's returning,</p> +<p class="l">While your heart's deep yearning</p> +<p class="t">Draws him ever near;</p> +<p class="l">With his radiance splendid</p> +<p class="l">Shall your light be blended</p> +<p class="t">When his glory shall appear?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Priscilla J. Owens.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h422"> +<h3><span class="num">422</span> Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Faithfulness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When Jesus comes to reward his servants,</p> +<p class="t">Whether it be noon or night,</p> +<p class="l">Faithful to him will he find us watching,</p> +<p class="t">With our lamps all trimmed and bright?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?</p> +<p class="t4">Ready for the soul's bright home?</p> +<p class="t3">Say, will he find you and me still watching,</p> +<p class="t4">Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 If at the dawn of the early morning,</p> +<p class="t">He shall call us one by one,</p> +<p class="l">When to the Lord we restore our talents,</p> +<p class="t">Will he answer thee--Well done?</p> +<!-- script: pg("296") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Have we been true to the trust he left us?</p> +<p class="t">Do we seek to do our best?</p> +<p class="l">If in our hearts there is naught condemns us,</p> +<p class="t">We shall have a glorious rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,</p> +<p class="t">In his glory they shall share;</p> +<p class="l">If he shall come at the dawn or midnight,</p> +<p class="t">Will he find us watching there?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Fanny J. Crosby.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h423"> +<h3><span class="num">423</span> Laban. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(763)</span> <i>Watchfulness and Prayer.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My soul, be on thy guard,</p> +<p class="t">Ten thousand foes arise:</p> +<p class="l">The hosts of sin are pressing hard</p> +<p class="t">To draw thee from the skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;</p> +<p class="t">The battle ne'er give o'er;</p> +<p class="l">Renew it boldly every day,</p> +<p class="t">And help divine implore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won</p> +<p class="t">Nor lay thine armor down;</p> +<p class="l">Thy arduous work will not be done</p> +<p class="t">Till thou obtain thy crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Fight on, my soul, till death</p> +<p class="t">Shall bring thee to thy God;</p> +<p class="l">He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,</p> +<p class="t">To his divine abode.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George Heath, 1806.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h424"> +<h3><span class="num">424</span> Laban. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(761)</span> <i>The Panoply of God.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Soldiers of Christ! arise,</p> +<p class="t">And put your armor on,--</p> +<p class="l">Strong, in the strength which God supplies,</p> +<p class="t">Through his eternal Son:--</p> +<!-- script: pg("297") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts,</p> +<p class="t">And in his mighty power;</p> +<p class="l">Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,</p> +<p class="t">Is more than conqueror.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Stand, then, in his great might,</p> +<p class="t">With all his strength endued;</p> +<p class="l">And take, to arm you for the fight,</p> +<p class="t">The panoply of God:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 That, having all things done,</p> +<p class="t">And all your conflicts past,</p> +<p class="l">You may o'ercome through Christ alone,</p> +<p class="t">And stand entire at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 From strength to strength go on;</p> +<p class="t">Wrestle, and fight, and pray;</p> +<p class="l">Tread all the powers of darkness down,</p> +<p class="t">And win the well-fought day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Still let the Spirit cry,</p> +<p class="t">In all his soldiers, "Come,"</p> +<p class="l">Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,</p> +<p class="t">And takes the conquerors home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1749.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h425"> +<h3><span class="num">425</span> Laban. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(765)</span> <i>Victory is on the Lord's Side.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Arise, ye saints, arise!</p> +<p class="t">The Lord our Leader is:</p> +<p class="l">The foe before his banner flies,</p> +<p class="t">And victory is his.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We soon shall see the day</p> +<p class="t">When all our toils shall cease;</p> +<p class="l">When we shall cast our arms away,</p> +<p class="t">And dwell in endless peace.</p> +<!-- script: pg("298") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 This hope supports us here;</p> +<p class="t">It makes our burdens light:</p> +<p class="l">'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,</p> +<p class="t">Till faith shall end in sight:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Till, of the prize possessed,</p> +<p class="t">We hear of war no more;</p> +<p class="l">And ever with our Leader rest,</p> +<p class="t">On yonder peaceful shore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1803.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h426"> +<h3><span class="num">426</span> Maitland. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(751)</span> <i>The Sacrifices of Warfare.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Am I a soldier of the cross,</p> +<p class="t">A follower of the Lamb?</p> +<p class="l">And shall I fear to own his cause,</p> +<p class="t">Or blush to speak his name?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Must I be carried to the skies</p> +<p class="t">On flow'ry beds of ease,</p> +<p class="l">While others fought to win the prize,</p> +<p class="t">And sailed thro' bloody seas?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Are there no foes for me to face?</p> +<p class="t">Must I not stem the flood?</p> +<p class="l">Is this vile world a friend to grace,</p> +<p class="t">To help me on to God?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;</p> +<p class="t">Increase my courage, Lord;</p> +<p class="l">I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,</p> +<p class="t">Supported by thy word.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,</p> +<p class="t">Shall conquer, though they die;</p> +<p class="l">They see the triumph from afar,</p> +<p class="t">By faith they bring it nigh.</p> +<!-- script: pg("299") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 When that illustrious day shall rise,</p> +<p class="t">And all thy armies shine</p> +<p class="l">In robes of vict'ry through the skies,</p> +<p class="t">The glory shall be thine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1723</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h427"> +<h3><span class="num">427</span> America. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(773)</span> <i>Christian Soldiers.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Soldiers of Christ are we</p> +<p class="l">Marching to victory,</p> +<p class="t">Marching to heaven;</p> +<p class="l">In his bright armor dressed,</p> +<p class="l">His cross our chosen crest,</p> +<p class="l">And for our food and rest,</p> +<p class="t">His word is given.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Tho' foes our path surround,</p> +<p class="l">Tho' toils and cares abound,</p> +<p class="t">Onward we tread;</p> +<p class="l">We hear our Lord's command;</p> +<p class="l">We grasp each shining brand,</p> +<p class="l">And, like a banner grand,</p> +<p class="t">Hope waves o'erhead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Soldiers of Christ are we,</p> +<p class="l">Light, Love, and Liberty</p> +<p class="t">Our battle call!</p> +<p class="l">Till truth shall win the day,</p> +<p class="l">Till right shall gain the sway,</p> +<p class="l">Till sin is driven away,</p> +<p class="t">We fight or fall.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h428"> +<h3><span class="num">428</span> Webb. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(771)</span></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Stand up, stand up for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Ye soldiers of the cross!</p> +<p class="l">Lift high his royal banner,</p> +<p class="t">It must not suffer loss;</p> +<!-- script: pg("300") --> +<p class="l">From victory unto victory</p> +<p class="t">His army shall he lead,</p> +<p class="l">Till every foe is vanquished.</p> +<p class="t">And Christ is Lord indeed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.</p> +<p class="t">The trumpet call obey;</p> +<p class="l">Forth to the mighty conflict,</p> +<p class="t">In this his glorious day;</p> +<p class="l">Ye that are men! now serve him,</p> +<p class="t">Against unnumbered foes;</p> +<p class="l">Your courage rise with danger,</p> +<p class="t">And strength to strength oppose.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Stand in his strength alone;</p> +<p class="l">The arm of flesh will fail you;</p> +<p class="t">Ye dare not trust your own;</p> +<p class="l">Put on the gospel armor,</p> +<p class="t">And, watching unto prayer,</p> +<p class="l">Where duty calls, or danger,</p> +<p class="t">Be never wanting there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:</p> +<p class="t">The strife will not be long;</p> +<p class="l">This day, the noise of battle,--</p> +<p class="t">The next, the victor's song;</p> +<p class="l">To him that overcometh,</p> +<p class="t">A crown of life shall be;</p> +<p class="l">He, with the King of glory,</p> +<p class="t">Shall reign eternally!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George Duffield, 1858.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h429"> +<h3><span class="num">429</span> Webb. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(772)</span> <i>Psalm 27.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God is my strong salvation;</p> +<p class="t">What foe have I to fear?</p> +<p class="l">In darkness and temptation,</p> +<p class="t">My Light, my Help is near:</p> +<!-- script: pg("301") --> +<p class="l">Though hosts encamp around me,</p> +<p class="t">Firm to the fight I stand;</p> +<p class="l">What terror can confound me,</p> +<p class="t">With God at my right hand?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Place on the Lord reliance;</p> +<p class="t">My soul! with courage wait;</p> +<p class="l">His truth be thine affiance,</p> +<p class="t">When faint and desolate;</p> +<p class="l">His might thy heart shall strengthen,</p> +<p class="t">His love thy joy increase;</p> +<p class="l">Mercy thy days shall lengthen;</p> +<p class="t">The Lord will give thee peace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1822.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h430"> +<h3><span class="num">430</span> Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Courage.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Yield not to temptation,</p> +<p class="t">For yielding is sin;</p> +<p class="l">Each vict'ry will help you</p> +<p class="t">Some other to win.</p> +<p class="l">Fight manfully onward,</p> +<p class="t">Dark passions subdue;</p> +<p class="l">Look ever to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">He'll carry you through.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Ask the Savior to help you,</p> +<p class="t3">Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;</p> +<p class="t3">He is willing to aid you,</p> +<p class="t3">He will carry you through.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Shun evil companions,</p> +<p class="t">Bad language disdain,</p> +<p class="l">God's name hold in rev'rence,</p> +<p class="t">Nor take it in vain;</p> +<p class="l">Be thoughtful and earnest,</p> +<p class="t">Kind-hearted and true;</p> +<p class="l">Look ever to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">He'll carry you through.</p> +<!-- script: pg("302") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To him that o'ercometh,</p> +<p class="t">God giveth a crown;</p> +<p class="l">Through faith we shall conquer,</p> +<p class="t">Though often cast down;</p> +<p class="l">He who is our Savior</p> +<p class="t">Our strength will renew;</p> +<p class="l">Look ever to Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">He'll carry you through.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H.R. Palmer.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h431"> +<h3><span class="num">431</span> St. Martin's. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(892)</span> <i>Founded on a Rock.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">With stately towers and bulwarks strong,</p> +<p class="t">Unrivaled and alone,</p> +<p class="l">Loved theme of many a sacred song;</p> +<p class="t">God's holy city shone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,</p> +<p class="t">The glory of all lands;</p> +<p class="l">Yet fairer and in strength complete,</p> +<p class="t">The Christian temple stands.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The faithful of each clime and age</p> +<p class="t">This glorious church compose;</p> +<p class="l">Built on a Rock, with idle rage</p> +<p class="t">The threat'ning tempest blows.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,</p> +<p class="t">Thy God is thy defense;</p> +<p class="l">And weak and powerless every arm</p> +<p class="t">Against Omnipotence.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h432"> +<h3><span class="num">432</span> St. Martin's. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(891)</span> <i>The Church Immovable.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh! where are kings and empires now,</p> +<p class="t">Of old that went and came?</p> +<p class="l">But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,</p> +<p class="t">A thousand years the same.</p> +<!-- script: pg("303") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We mark her goodly battlements,</p> +<p class="t">And her foundations strong;</p> +<p class="l">We hear within the solemn voice</p> +<p class="t">Of her unending song.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,</p> +<p class="t">Thy holy church, O God!</p> +<p class="l">Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,</p> +<p class="t">And tempests are abroad;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Unshaken as eternal hills,</p> +<p class="t">Immovable she stands,</p> +<p class="l">A mountain that shall fill the earth,</p> +<p class="t">A house not made by hands.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h433"> +<h3><span class="num">433</span> St. Martin's. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(894)</span> <i>Returning to Zion.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Daughter of Zion, from the dust</p> +<p class="t">Exalt thy fallen head;</p> +<p class="l">Again in thy Redeemer trust--</p> +<p class="t">He calls thee from the dead.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,</p> +<p class="t">Thy beautiful array;</p> +<p class="l">The day of freedom dawns at length--</p> +<p class="t">The Lord's appointed day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,</p> +<p class="t">And send thy heralds forth;</p> +<p class="l">Say to the South, Give up thy charge!</p> +<p class="t">And, Keep not back, O North!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,</p> +<p class="t">Where'er they rest or roam,</p> +<p class="l">Have heard thy voice in distant lands,</p> +<p class="t">And hasten to their home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1825.</p> +<!-- script: pg("304") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h434"> +<h3><span class="num">434</span> St. Martin's. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Little Flock.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Church of the ever-living God,</p> +<p class="t">The Father's gracious choice,</p> +<p class="l">Amid the voices of this earth</p> +<p class="t">How feeble is thy voice!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Not many rich or noble called,</p> +<p class="t">Not many great or wise:</p> +<p class="l">They whom God makes his kings and priests</p> +<p class="t">Are poor in human eyes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length;</p> +<p class="t">Their feeble days are o'er,</p> +<p class="l">No more a handful in the earth,</p> +<p class="t">A little flock no more.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar, <i>ab.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h435"> +<h3><span class="num">435</span> Laban. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(914)</span> <i>Psalm 137.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I love thy kingdom, Lord!</p> +<p class="t">The house of thine abode,</p> +<p class="l">The church our blest Redeemer saved,</p> +<p class="t">With his own precious blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love thy church, O God!</p> +<p class="t">Her walls before thee stand,</p> +<p class="l">Dear as the apple of thine eye,</p> +<p class="t">And graven on thy hand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 For her my tears shall fall,</p> +<p class="t">For her my prayers ascend;</p> +<p class="l">To her my cares and toils be given,</p> +<p class="t">Till toils and cares shall end.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Beyond my highest joy</p> +<p class="t">I prize her heavenly ways,</p> +<p class="l">Her sweet communion, solemn vows,</p> +<p class="t">Her hymns of love and praise.</p> +<!-- script: pg("305") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Sure as thy truth shall last,</p> +<p class="t">To Zion shall be given</p> +<p class="l">The brightest glories earth can yield,</p> +<p class="t">And brighter bliss of heaven.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Timothy Dwight, 1800.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h436"> +<h3><span class="num">436</span> State Street. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(912)</span> <i>A Revival Sought.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Revive thy work, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Thy mighty arm make bare;</p> +<p class="l">Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead,</p> +<p class="t">And make thy people hear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Revive thy work, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Disturb this sleep of death;</p> +<p class="l">Quicken the smoldering embers now,</p> +<p class="t">By thine almighty breath.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Revive thy work, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Exalt thy precious name;</p> +<p class="l">And, by the Holy Ghost, our love</p> +<p class="t">For thee and thine inflame.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Revive thy work, O Lord!</p> +<p class="t">And give refreshing showers;</p> +<p class="l">The glory shall be all thine own,</p> +<p class="t">The blessing, Lord! be ours.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Albert Midlane, 1861.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h437"> +<h3><span class="num">437</span> Ware. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(895)</span> <i>Christ's Everlasting Kingdom.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus shall reign where'er the sun</p> +<p class="l">Does his successive journeys run;</p> +<p class="l">His kingdom spread from shore to shore,</p> +<p class="l">Till moons shall wax and wane no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From north to south the princes meet,</p> +<p class="l">To pay their homage at his feet;</p> +<p class="l">While western empires own their Lord,</p> +<p class="l">And savage tribes attend his word.</p> +<!-- script: pg("306") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To him shall endless prayer be made,</p> +<p class="l">And endless praises crown his head;</p> +<p class="l">His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise,</p> +<p class="l">With every morning sacrifice.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 People and realms of every tongue</p> +<p class="l">Dwell on his love with sweetest song,</p> +<p class="l">And infant voices shall proclaim</p> +<p class="l">Their early blessings on his name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;</p> +<p class="l">The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;</p> +<p class="l">The weary find eternal rest,</p> +<p class="l">And all the sons of want are blest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Let every creature rise and bring</p> +<p class="l">Peculiar honors to our King;</p> +<p class="l">Angels descend with songs again,</p> +<p class="l">And earth repeat the loud Amen!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1719.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h438"> +<h3><span class="num">438</span> Ware. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(904)</span> <i>The Glory of the Church.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Triumphant Zion! lift thy head</p> +<p class="l">From dust, and darkness, and the dead;</p> +<p class="l">Though humbled long, awake at length,</p> +<p class="l">And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,</p> +<p class="l">And let thy various charms be known;</p> +<p class="l">The world thy glories shall confess,</p> +<p class="l">Decked in the robes of righteousness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 No more shall foes unclean invade,</p> +<p class="l">And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;</p> +<p class="l">No more shall hell's insulting host</p> +<p class="l">Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.</p> +<!-- script: pg("307") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;</p> +<p class="l">His hand thy ruins shall repair;</p> +<p class="l">Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease</p> +<p class="l">To guard thee in eternal peace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h439"> +<h3><span class="num">439</span> Ware. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1028)</span> <i>Rev. 11: 15.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Soon may the last glad song arise</p> +<p class="l">Through all the millions of the skies--</p> +<p class="l">That song of triumph which records</p> +<p class="l">That all the earth is now the Lord's!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be</p> +<p class="l">Obedient, mighty God, to thee!</p> +<p class="l">And, over land and stream and main,</p> +<p class="l">Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell,</p> +<p class="l">Let host to host the triumph tell,</p> +<p class="l">That not one rebel heart remains,</p> +<p class="l">But over all the Savior reigns!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Voke, 1816.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h440"> +<h3><span class="num">440</span> Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(925)</span> <i>Her Enemies Confounded.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Zion stands with hills surrounded,</p> +<p class="t">Zion kept by power divine!</p> +<p class="l">All her foes shall be confounded,</p> +<p class="t">Tho' the world in arms combine.</p> +<p class="t2">Happy Zion,</p> +<p class="t">What a favored lot is thine!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Ev'ry human tie may perish,</p> +<p class="t">Friend to friend unfaithful prove,</p> +<p class="l">Mothers cease their own to cherish,</p> +<p class="t">Heaven and earth at last remove;</p> +<p class="t2">But no changes</p> +<p class="t">Can attend Jehovah's love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("308") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In the furnace God may prove thee,</p> +<p class="t">Thence to bring thee forth more bright,</p> +<p class="l">But can never cease to love thee--</p> +<p class="t">Thou art precious in his sight:</p> +<p class="t2">God is with thee--</p> +<p class="t">God, thine everlasting light.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1804</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h441"> +<h3><span class="num">441</span> Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(926)</span> <i>The Gospel Herald.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">On the mountain's top appearing,</p> +<p class="t">Lo! the sacred herald stands,</p> +<p class="l">Welcome news to Zion bearing--</p> +<p class="t">Zion long in hostile lands:</p> +<p class="t2">Mourning captive!</p> +<p class="t">God himself shall loose thy bands.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Has thy night been long and mournful?</p> +<p class="t">Have thy friends unfaithful proved?</p> +<p class="l">Have thy foes been proud and scornful?</p> +<p class="t">By thy sighs and tears unmoved?</p> +<p class="t2">Cease thy mourning;</p> +<p class="t">Zion still is well beloved.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;</p> +<p class="t">He himself appears thy Friend;</p> +<p class="l">All thy foes shall flee before thee;</p> +<p class="t">Here their boasts and triumph end;</p> +<p class="t2">Great deliverance</p> +<p class="t">Zion's King will surely send.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1804</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h442"> +<h3><span class="num">442</span> Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(923)</span> <i>Prayer for a Revival.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Savior, visit thy plantation;</p> +<p class="t">Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;</p> +<p class="l">All will come to desolation,</p> +<p class="t">Unless thou return again.</p> +<p class="t2">Lord, revive us!</p> +<p class="t">All our help must come from thee.</p> +<!-- script: pg("309") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Keep no longer at a distance;</p> +<p class="t">Shine upon us from on high,</p> +<p class="l">Lest, for want of thine assistance,</p> +<p class="t">Every plant should droop and die.</p> +<p class="t2">Lord, revive us!</p> +<p class="t">All our help must come from thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let our mutual love be fervent!</p> +<p class="t">Make us prevalent in prayers;</p> +<p class="l">Let each one, esteemed thy servant,</p> +<p class="t">Shun the world's bewitching snares.</p> +<p class="t2">Lord, revive us!</p> +<p class="t">All our help must come from thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Break the tempter's fatal power,</p> +<p class="t">Turn the stony heart to flesh,</p> +<p class="l">And begin, from this good hour,</p> +<p class="t">To revive thy work afresh.</p> +<p class="t2">Lord, revive us!</p> +<p class="t">All our help must come from thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h443"> +<h3><span class="num">443</span> Austria. 8s, 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(921)</span> <i>The Glory of the Church.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Glorious things of thee are spoken,</p> +<p class="t">Zion, city of our God!</p> +<p class="l">He, whose word cannot be broken,</p> +<p class="t">Formed thee for his own abode;</p> +<p class="l">On the Rock of Ages founded,</p> +<p class="t">What can shake thy sure repose?</p> +<p class="l">With salvation's walls surrounded,</p> +<p class="t">Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 See! the streams of living waters,</p> +<p class="t">Springing from eternal love,</p> +<p class="l">Well supply thy sons and daughters,</p> +<p class="t">And all fear of want remove;</p> +<!-- script: pg("310") --> +<p class="l">Who can faint, while such a river,</p> +<p class="t">Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?--</p> +<p class="l">Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,</p> +<p class="t">Never fails from age to age.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Round each habitation hovering,</p> +<p class="t">See the cloud and tire appear,</p> +<p class="l">For a glory and a covering,</p> +<p class="t">Showing that the Lord is near!</p> +<p class="l">Thus deriving from their banner,</p> +<p class="t">Light by night, and shade by day,</p> +<p class="l">Safe they feed upon the manna</p> +<p class="t">Which he gives them when they pray.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Newton, 1779.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h444"> +<h3><span class="num">444</span> Austria. 8s, 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Isa. 54:10.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Zion, dreary and in anguish,</p> +<p class="t">'Mid the desert hast thou strayed!</p> +<p class="l">Oh, thou weary, cease to languish;</p> +<p class="t">Jesus shall lift up thy head.</p> +<p class="l">Still lamenting and bemoaning,</p> +<p class="t">'Mid thy follies and thy woes!</p> +<p class="l">Soon repenting and returning,</p> +<p class="t">All thy solitude shall close.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though benighted and forsaken,</p> +<p class="t">Though afflicted and distressed;</p> +<p class="l">His almighty arm shall waken;</p> +<p class="t">Zion's King shall give thee rest:</p> +<p class="l">Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;</p> +<p class="t">Soon his glory shalt thou see!</p> +<p class="l">Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,</p> +<p class="t">And the voice of melody!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thos. Hastings</p> +<!-- script: pg("311") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h445"> +<h3><span class="num">445</span> Austria. 8s, 75. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1048)</span> <i>The Heralds of the Gospel.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Onward, onward, men of heaven</p> +<p class="t">Bear the gospel's banner high;</p> +<p class="l">Rest not, till its light is given,</p> +<p class="t">Star of every pagan sky:</p> +<p class="l">Send it where the pilgrim stranger</p> +<p class="t">Paints beneath the torrid ray;</p> +<p class="l">Bid the red-browed forest-ranger</p> +<p class="t">Hail it, ere he fades away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,</p> +<p class="t">Dark in spirit, though they be,</p> +<p class="l">Show that light to every creature--</p> +<p class="t">Prince or vassal, bond or free:</p> +<p class="l">Lo! they haste to every nation:</p> +<p class="t">Host on host the ranks supply:</p> +<p class="l">Onward! Christ is your salvation,</p> +<p class="t">And your death is victory.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h446"> +<h3><span class="num">446</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1021)</span> <i>Save the Perishing.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The heathen perish; day by day,</p> +<p class="l">Thousands on thousands pass away!</p> +<p class="l">O Christians, to their rescue fly,</p> +<p class="l">Preach Jesus to them ere they die!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give,</p> +<p class="l">Yea, life itself, that they may live,</p> +<p class="l">What hath your Savior done for you?</p> +<p class="l">And what for him will ye not do?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth,</p> +<p class="l">Call in the South, wake up the North,</p> +<p class="l">From every clime, from sun to sun,</p> +<p class="l">Gather God's children into one!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J. Montgomery</p> +<!-- script: pg("312") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h447"> +<h3><span class="num">447</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1022)</span> <i>Home Missions.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Look from thy sphere of endless day,</p> +<p class="t">O God of mercy and of might!</p> +<p class="l">In pity look on those who stray,</p> +<p class="t">Benighted, in this land of light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,</p> +<p class="t">In crowded mart, by stream or sea,</p> +<p class="l">How many of the sons of men</p> +<p class="t">Hear not the message sent from thee!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call</p> +<p class="t">The thoughtless young, the hardened old,</p> +<p class="l">A scattered, homeless flock, till all</p> +<p class="t">Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Send them thy mighty word to speak,</p> +<p class="t">Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart,</p> +<p class="l">To awe the bold, to stay the weak,</p> +<p class="t">And bind and heal the broken heart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,</p> +<p class="t">That make us sadden as we gaze,</p> +<p class="l">Shall grow with living waters green,</p> +<p class="t">And lift to heaven the voice of praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William C. Bryant, 1840.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h448"> +<h3><span class="num">448</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1024)</span> <i>Missionary Charged and Encouraged.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Go, messenger of peace and love,</p> +<p class="t">To people plunged in shades of night,</p> +<p class="l">Like angels sent from fields above,</p> +<p class="t">Be thine to shed celestial light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Go to the hungry--food impart;</p> +<p class="t">To paths of peace the wand'rer guide,</p> +<p class="l">And lead the thirsty, panting heart,</p> +<p class="t">Where streams of living water glide.</p> +<!-- script: pg("313") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil,</p> +<p class="t">When harvest waits the reaper's hand:</p> +<p class="l">Go, gather in the glorious spoil,</p> +<p class="t">And joyous in his presence stand.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thy love a rich reward shall find</p> +<p class="t">From him who sits enthroned on high:</p> +<p class="l">For they who turn the erring mind</p> +<p class="t">Shall shine like stars above the sky.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">A. Balfor</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h449"> +<h3><span class="num">449</span> Baca. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Ascend Thy Throne.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Ascend thy throne, almighty King,</p> +<p class="t">And spread thy glories all abroad;</p> +<p class="l">Let thine own arm salvation bring,</p> +<p class="t">And be thou known the gracious God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let millions bow before thy seat,</p> +<p class="t">Let humble mourners seek thy face,</p> +<p class="l">Bring daring rebels to thy feet,</p> +<p class="t">Subdued by thy victorious grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world</p> +<p class="t">Become the kingdoms of the Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Let saints and angels praise thy name,</p> +<p class="t">Be thou through heaven and earth adored.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Beddome.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h450"> +<h3><span class="num">450</span> Missionary Chant. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1033)</span> <i>The Universal Reign of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Arm of the Lord! awake, awake;</p> +<p class="l">Put on thy strength, the nation shake;</p> +<p class="l">And let the world, adoring, see</p> +<p class="l">Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,</p> +<p class="l">"I am Jehovah--God alone!"</p> +<p class="l">Thy voice their idols shall confound,</p> +<p class="l">And cast their altars to the ground.</p> +<!-- script: pg("314") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 No more let human blood be spilt,</p> +<p class="l">Vain sacrifice for human guilt;</p> +<p class="l">But to each conscience be applied</p> +<p class="l">The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim</p> +<p class="l">In every clime, of every name,</p> +<p class="l">Till adverse powers before thee fall,</p> +<p class="l">And crown the Savior--Lord of all.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Shrubsole, 1776.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h451"> +<h3><span class="num">451</span> Missionary Chant. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1030)</span> <i>Mission to the Heathen.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Behold, the heathen waits to know</p> +<p class="l">The joy the gospel will bestow;</p> +<p class="l">The exiled captive to receive</p> +<p class="l">The freedom Jesus has to give.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,</p> +<p class="l">In this blest labor share a part;</p> +<p class="l">Our prayers and offerings gladly bring</p> +<p class="l">To aid the triumphs of our King.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise,</p> +<p class="l">That we have seen these latter days,</p> +<p class="l">When our Redeemer shall be known</p> +<p class="l">Where Satan long has held his throne.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies,</p> +<p class="l">Sweet incense to his name shall rise,</p> +<p class="l">And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,</p> +<p class="l">By sovereign grace be formed anew.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Voke.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h452"> +<h3><span class="num">452</span> Missionary Chant. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1027)</span> <i>The Gospel Banner.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Fling out the banner! let it float</p> +<p class="t">Skyward and seaward, high and wide,</p> +<p class="l">The sun that lights its shining folds,</p> +<p class="t">The cross on which the Savior died.</p> +<!-- script: pg("315") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Fling out the banner! angels bend</p> +<p class="t">In anxious silence o'er the sign,</p> +<p class="l">And vainly seek to comprehend</p> +<p class="t">The wonder of the love divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands</p> +<p class="t">Shall see from far the glorious sight;</p> +<p class="l">And nations, crowding to be born,</p> +<p class="t">Baptize their spirits in its light.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls,</p> +<p class="t">That sink and perish in the strife,</p> +<p class="l">Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,</p> +<p class="t">And spring immortal, into life.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Fling out the banner! let it float</p> +<p class="t">Skyward and seaward, high and wide</p> +<p class="l">Our glory, only in the cross,</p> +<p class="t">Our only hope, the Crucified.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Fling out the banner! wide and high,</p> +<p class="t">Seaward and skyward let it shine;</p> +<p class="l">Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours;</p> +<p class="t">We conquer only in that sign.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George W. Doane, 1848.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h453"> +<h3><span class="num">453</span> Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1042)</span> <i>Hopeful View.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Yes, we trust the day is breaking;</p> +<p class="t">Joyful times are near at hand;</p> +<p class="l">God, the mighty God, is speaking</p> +<p class="t">By his word in ev'ry land;</p> +<p class="t2">When he chooses,</p> +<p class="t">Darkness flies at his command.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 While the foe becomes more daring,</p> +<p class="t">While he enters like a flood</p> +<p class="l">God, the Savior, is preparing</p> +<!-- script: pg("316") --> +<p class="t">Means to spread his truth abroad,</p> +<p class="t2">Ev'ry language</p> +<p class="t">Soon shall tell the love of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving</p> +<p class="t">To our hearts, to hear, each day,</p> +<p class="l">Joyful news, from far arriving,</p> +<p class="t">How the gospel wins its way,</p> +<p class="t2">Those enlight'ning</p> +<p class="t">Who in death and darkness lay.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,</p> +<p class="t">Let thy people see thy hand;</p> +<p class="l">Let the gospel be victorious,</p> +<p class="t">Through the world in every land;</p> +<p class="t2">Then shall idols</p> +<p class="t">Perish, Lord, at thy command.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1809.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h454"> +<h3><span class="num">454</span> Anvern. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Kingdom of Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Great God! whose universal sway</p> +<p class="l">The known and unknown worlds obey;</p> +<p class="l">Now give the kingdom to thy Son;</p> +<p class="l">Extend his power, exalt his throne.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath</p> +<p class="l">The shades of over-spreading death,</p> +<p class="l">Revive at his first dawning light,</p> +<p class="l">And deserts blossom at the sight.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The saints shall flourish in his days,</p> +<p class="l">Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;</p> +<p class="l">Peace, like a river, from his throne,</p> +<p class="l">Shall flow to nations yet unknown.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +<!-- script: pg("317") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h455"> +<h3><span class="num">455</span> Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1061)</span> <i>Condition of the Heathen.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From Greenland's icy mountains,</p> +<p class="t">From India's coral strand--</p> +<p class="l">Where Afric's sunny fountains</p> +<p class="t">Roll down their golden sand--</p> +<p class="l">From many an ancient river,</p> +<p class="t">From many a palmy plain--</p> +<p class="l">They call us to deliver</p> +<p class="t">Their land from error's chain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted</p> +<p class="t">By wisdom from on high,</p> +<p class="l">Shall we to man benighted</p> +<p class="t">The light of life deny?</p> +<p class="l">Salvation! oh, salvation!</p> +<p class="t">The joyful sound proclaim,</p> +<p class="l">Till earth's remotest nation</p> +<p class="t">Has learned Messiah's name.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,</p> +<p class="t">And you, ye waters, roll,</p> +<p class="l">Till like a sea of glory</p> +<p class="t">It spreads from pole to pole,</p> +<p class="l">Till o'er our ransomed nature</p> +<p class="t">The Lamb, for sinners slain,</p> +<p class="l">Redeemer, King, Creator,</p> +<p class="t">In bliss returns to reign.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Reginald Heber, 1819.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h456"> +<h3><span class="num">456</span>Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1062)</span> <i>Home Missions.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Our country's voice is pleading,</p> +<p class="t">Ye men of God, arise!</p> +<p class="l">His providence is leading,</p> +<p class="t">The land before you lies;</p> +<!-- script: pg("318") --> +<p class="l">Day gleams are o'er it brightening,</p> +<p class="t">And promise clothes the soil;</p> +<p class="l">Wide fields for harvest whitening,</p> +<p class="t">Invite the reaper's toil.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Go where the waves are breaking</p> +<p class="t">On California's shore,</p> +<p class="l">Christ's precious gospel taking,</p> +<p class="t">More rich than golden ore;</p> +<p class="l">On Allegheny's mountains,</p> +<p class="t">Through all the western vale,</p> +<p class="l">Beside Missouri's fountains,</p> +<p class="t">Rehearse the wondrous tale.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The love of Christ unfolding,</p> +<p class="t">Speed on from east to west,</p> +<p class="l">Till all, his cross beholding,</p> +<p class="t">In him are fully blest.</p> +<p class="l">Great Author of salvation,</p> +<p class="t">Haste, haste the glorious day,</p> +<p class="l">When we, a ransomed nation,</p> +<p class="t">Thy scepter shall obey.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. G.W. Anderson.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h457"> +<h3><span class="num">457</span> Webb. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1057)</span> <i>Success of the Gospel.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The morning light is breaking,</p> +<p class="t">The darkness disappears:</p> +<p class="l">The sons of earth are waking</p> +<p class="t">To penitential tears.</p> +<p class="l">Each breeze that sweeps the ocean</p> +<p class="t">Brings tidings from afar</p> +<p class="l">Of nations in commotion,</p> +<p class="t">Prepared for Zion's war.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,</p> +<p class="t">In many a gentle shower,</p> +<p class="l">And brighter scenes before us</p> +<p class="t">Are opening every hour;</p> +<!-- script: pg("319") --> +<p class="l">Each cry, to heaven going,</p> +<p class="t">Abundant answers brings,</p> +<p class="l">And heavenly gales are blowing,</p> +<p class="t">With peace upon their wings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 See heathen nations bending</p> +<p class="t">Before the God we love,</p> +<p class="l">And thousand hearts ascending</p> +<p class="t">In gratitude above;</p> +<p class="l">While sinners, now confessing,</p> +<p class="t">The gospel call obey,</p> +<p class="l">And seek the Savior's blessing,--</p> +<p class="t">A nation in a day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Blest river of salvation!</p> +<p class="t">Pursue thine onward way;</p> +<p class="l">Flow thou to every nation,</p> +<p class="t">Nor in thy richness stay:--</p> +<p class="l">Stay not, till all the lowly</p> +<p class="t">Triumphant reach their home;</p> +<p class="l">Stay not, till all the holy</p> +<p class="t">Proclaim "The Lord is come."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel F. Smith, 1845.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h458"> +<h3><span class="num">458</span> Webb. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1059)</span> <i>Home Missions.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Go preach the blest salvation</p> +<p class="t">To every sinful race,</p> +<p class="l">And bid each guilty nation</p> +<p class="t">Accept the Savior's grace;</p> +<p class="l">But bear, oh, quickly bear it</p> +<p class="t">Where thronging millions roam,</p> +<p class="l">And bid them freely share it,</p> +<p class="t">Who dwell with us at home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Where blooms the broad savanna,</p> +<p class="t">Where mighty waters roll,</p> +<p class="l">There let the gospel banner</p> +<p class="t">Beam hope on every soul;</p> +<!-- script: pg("320") --> +<p class="l">Go where the west is teeming,</p> +<p class="t">And yet behold they come!</p> +<p class="l">The fields all ripe are gleaming</p> +<p class="t">For those who reap at home!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Our children there are dwelling,</p> +<p class="t">Neglected and astray,</p> +<p class="l">Whose hearts are often swelling</p> +<p class="t">To learn of Zion's way.</p> +<p class="l">Bear, bear to them the treasure</p> +<p class="t">And bid the exiles come;</p> +<p class="l">There is no sweeter pleasure,</p> +<p class="t">Than preaching Christ at home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sidney Dyer.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h459"> +<h3><span class="num">459</span> All Around the World. 6s & 5s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Victory of the Church.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">See the flag of Jesus</p> +<p class="t">O'er the earth unfurled!</p> +<p class="l">Sabbath-schools are singing,</p> +<p class="t">All around the world;</p> +<p class="l">Sunday-schools in China,</p> +<p class="t">India and Japan,</p> +<p class="l">Training souls for glory,</p> +<p class="t">By the gospel plan.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Lift the cross of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t4">Bear the Bible on;</p> +<p class="t3">Soon the world will echo,</p> +<p class="t4">With the vict'ry won.</p> +<p class="t3">See the flag of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t4">O'er the earth unfurled!</p> +<p class="t3">Sunday-schools are singing,</p> +<p class="t4">All around the world.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Little Indian diamonds,</p> +<p class="t">Precious island pearls;</p> +<p class="l">Learning Bible lessons,</p> +<p class="t">Happy boys and girls.</p> +<!-- script: pg("321") --> +<p class="l">Afric's gold dust scattered,</p> +<p class="t">Neath the feet of wrong,</p> +<p class="l">Rises up in brightness,</p> +<p class="t">From the darkness long.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Sunday-schools are singing,</p> +<p class="t">France and Spain and Rome;</p> +<p class="l">Hear their joyous music,</p> +<p class="t">Songs of heaven and home.</p> +<p class="l">Where the martyrs suffered,</p> +<p class="t">Holy seed is spread;</p> +<p class="l">Gather up these rubies,</p> +<p class="t">Dyed in life-blood red.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Sunday-schools in Chili,</p> +<p class="t">Reaching down the coast;</p> +<p class="l">Mexico is leading,</p> +<p class="t">Gallant little host.</p> +<p class="l">Glad Brazilian children,</p> +<p class="t">Praise to God shall sing;</p> +<p class="l">Far-off Patagonia</p> +<p class="t">Answers Christ is King.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Priscilla J. Owens.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h460"> +<h3><span class="num">460</span> Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(928)</span> <i>The Messenger Welcomed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How beauteous on the mountains,</p> +<p class="t">The feet of him that brings,</p> +<p class="l">Like streams from living fountains,</p> +<p class="t">Good tidings of good things;</p> +<p class="l">That publisheth salvation,</p> +<p class="t">And jubilee release,</p> +<p class="l">To ev'ry tribe and nation,</p> +<p class="t">God's reign of joy and peace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman!</p> +<p class="t">And shout from Zion's towers,</p> +<p class="l">Thy hallelujah chorus--</p> +<p class="t">"The victory is ours!"</p> +<!-- script: pg("322") --> +<p class="l">The Lord shall build up Zion</p> +<p class="t">In glory and renown,</p> +<p class="l">And Jesus, Judah's lion,</p> +<p class="t">Shall wear his rightful crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, waste Jerusalem!</p> +<p class="l">Let songs, instead of sadness,</p> +<p class="t">Thy jubilee proclaim;</p> +<p class="l">The Lord in strength victorious,</p> +<p class="t">Upon thy foes hath trod;</p> +<p class="l">Behold, oh, earth! the glorious</p> +<p class="t">Salvation of our God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Gough, 186-.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h461"> +<h3><span class="num">461</span> Herold. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1039)</span> <i>Christian Ministers.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Soldiers of the cross! arise;</p> +<p class="t">Gird you with your armor bright;</p> +<p class="l">Mighty are your enemies,</p> +<p class="t">Hard the battle ye must fight.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,</p> +<p class="t">Soothe the troubled, banish grief;</p> +<p class="l">With the Spirit's sword arrayed,</p> +<p class="t">Scatter sin and unbelief.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Be the banner still unfurled,</p> +<p class="t">Bear it bravely still abroad,</p> +<p class="l">Till the kingdoms of the world</p> +<p class="t">Are the kingdoms of the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Walsham How, 1854.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h462"> +<h3><span class="num">462</span> All Hallows. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(983)</span> <i>In the Strength of Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">With thine own pity, Savior, see</p> +<p class="t">The thronged and darkening way!</p> +<p class="l">We go to win the lost to thee,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!</p> +<!-- script: pg("323") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand</p> +<p class="t">Against hell's marshalled powers;</p> +<p class="l">And heart to heart, and hand to hand,</p> +<p class="t">To make thine honor ours.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,</p> +<p class="t">Of thy sweet love to tell;</p> +<p class="l">Till they who wander far shall seek</p> +<p class="t">And find and serve thee well.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send,</p> +<p class="t">And make thy goodness known,</p> +<p class="l">Till earth and heaven together blend</p> +<p class="t">Their praises at thy throne.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Ray Palmer.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h463"> +<h3><span class="num">463</span> All Hallows. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh! still in accents sweet and strong</p> +<p class="t">Sounds forth the ancient word,--</p> +<p class="l">"More reapers for white harvest fields,</p> +<p class="t">More laborers for the Lord!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We hear the call; in dreams no more</p> +<p class="t">In selfish ease we lie,</p> +<p class="l">But girded for our Father's work,</p> +<p class="t">Go forth beneath his sky.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood,</p> +<p class="t">And prayers of saints were sown,</p> +<p class="l">We, to their labors entering in,</p> +<p class="t">Would reap where they have strown.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">S. Longfellow.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h464"> +<h3><span class="num">464</span> Welton. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1006)</span> <i>A Meeting of Ministers.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Pour out thy Spirit from on high;</p> +<p class="t">Lord! thine assembled servants bless;</p> +<p class="l">Graces and gifts to each supply.</p> +<p class="t">And clothe thy priests with righteousness.</p> +<!-- script: pg("324") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,</p> +<p class="t">Firmness with meekness from above,</p> +<p class="l">To bear thy people on our heart,</p> +<p class="t">And love the souls whom thou dost love;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To watch and pray, and never faint;</p> +<p class="t">By day and night, strict guard to keep;</p> +<p class="l">To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,</p> +<p class="t">Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then, when our work is finished here,</p> +<p class="t">In humble hope, our charge resign;</p> +<p class="l">When the chief Shepherd shall appear,</p> +<p class="t">O God! may they and we be thine.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1825.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h465"> +<h3><span class="num">465</span> Welton. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1011)</span> <i>An Ordination Service.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The solemn service now is done.</p> +<p class="l">The vow is pledged, the toil begun;</p> +<p class="l">Seal thou, O God! the oath above,</p> +<p class="l">And ratify the pledge of love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The shepherd of thy people bless;</p> +<p class="l">Gird him with thine own holiness;</p> +<p class="l">In duty may his pleasure be</p> +<p class="l">His glory in his zeal for thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here let the ardent prayer arise,</p> +<p class="l">Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies.</p> +<p class="l">The tear of penitence be shed,</p> +<p class="l">And myriads to the Savior led.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell;</p> +<p class="l">The mists of earth and sin dispel;</p> +<p class="l">Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain:</p> +<p class="l">Supreme in every bosom reign.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel F. Smith, 1843.</p> +<!-- script: pg("325") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h466"> +<h3><span class="num">466</span> Happy Day. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(937)</span> <i>Rejoicing in Entire Consecration.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice,</p> +<p class="t">On thee, my Savior and my God!</p> +<p class="l">Well may this glowing heart rejoice,</p> +<p class="t">And tell its raptures all abroad.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Happy day, happy day,</p> +<p class="t3">When Jesus washed my sins away;</p> +<p class="t3">He taught me how to watch and pray,</p> +<p class="t3">And live rejoicing ev'ry day!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows</p> +<p class="t">To him who merits all my love!</p> +<p class="l">Let cheerful anthems fill the house,</p> +<p class="t">While to his altar now I move.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done;</p> +<p class="t">I am my Lord's, and he is mine;</p> +<p class="l">He drew me, and I followed on,</p> +<p class="t">Rejoiced to own the call divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Now rest--my long-divided heart--</p> +<p class="t">Fixed on this blissful center, rest;</p> +<p class="l">Here have I found a nobler part,</p> +<p class="t">Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,</p> +<p class="t">That vow renewed shall daily hear,</p> +<p class="l">Till, in life's latest hour, I bow,</p> +<p class="t">And bless in death a bond so dear.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h467"> +<h3><span class="num">467</span> Happy Day. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(940)</span> <i>Converts Welcomed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come in, thou blessed of the Lord!</p> +<p class="t">Enter in Jesus' precious name;</p> +<p class="l">We welcome thee, with one accord,</p> +<p class="t">And trust the Savior does the same.</p> +<!-- script: pg("326") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford,</p> +<p class="t">We'll seek in fellowship to prove,</p> +<p class="l">Joined in one spirit to our Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Together bound by mutual love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,</p> +<p class="t">We'll make our joys and sorrows known;</p> +<p class="l">We'll share each other's hopes and fears,</p> +<p class="t">And count a brother's case our own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Once more, our welcome we repeat;</p> +<p class="t">Receive assurance of our love;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! may we all together meet,</p> +<p class="t">Around the throne of God above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Kelly, 1812.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h468"> +<h3><span class="num">468</span> Evan. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(983)</span> <i>Brotherly Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,</p> +<p class="t">When those who love the Lord,</p> +<p class="l">In one another's peace delight,</p> +<p class="t">And so fulfill his word!--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,</p> +<p class="t">And with him bear a part;</p> +<p class="l">When sorrow flows from eye to eye,</p> +<p class="t">And joy from heart to heart;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,</p> +<p class="t">Our wishes all above,</p> +<p class="l">Each can his brother's failings hide,</p> +<p class="t">And show a brother's love:</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When love, in one delightful stream,</p> +<p class="t">Through every bosom flows;</p> +<p class="l">When union sweet, and dear esteem,</p> +<p class="t">In every action glows.</p> +<!-- script: pg("327") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Love is the golden chain, that binds</p> +<p class="t">The happy souls above;</p> +<p class="l">And he's an heir of heaven, that finds</p> +<p class="t">His bosom glow with love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Swain. 1791</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h469"> +<h3><span class="num">469</span> Evan. C.M</h3>. + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(931)</span> <i>Gen. 24:31.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come in, beloved of the Lord,</p> +<p class="t">Stranger nor foe art thou;</p> +<p class="l">We welcome thee with warm accord,</p> +<p class="t">Our friend, our brother, now.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The hand of fellowship, the heart</p> +<p class="t">Of love, we offer thee:</p> +<p class="l">Leaving the world, thou dost but part</p> +<p class="t">From lies and vanity.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Come with us,--we will do thee good,</p> +<p class="t">As God to us hath done;</p> +<p class="l">Stand but in him, as those have stood</p> +<p class="t">Whose faith the victory won.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And when, by turns, we pass away,</p> +<p class="t">And star by star grows dim,</p> +<p class="l">May each, translated into day,</p> +<p class="t">Be lost and found in him.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h470"> +<h3><span class="num">470</span> Evan. C.M</h3>. + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(933)</span> <i>Covenant Vows.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Witness, ye men and angels! now,</p> +<p class="t">Before the Lord we speak;</p> +<p class="l">To him we make our solemn vow,</p> +<p class="t">A vow we dare not break;--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 That, long as life itself shall last,</p> +<p class="t">Ourselves to Christ we yield;</p> +<p class="l">Nor from his cause will we depart,</p> +<p class="t">Or even quit the field.</p> +<!-- script: pg("328") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We trust not in our native strength,</p> +<p class="t">But on his grace rely;</p> +<p class="l">That, with returning wants, the Lord</p> +<p class="t">Will all our need supply.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright,</p> +<p class="t">And keep us in thy ways;</p> +<p class="l">And, while we turn our vows to prayers,</p> +<p class="t">Turn thou our prayers to praise.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Benjamin Beddome, 1790.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h471"> +<h3><span class="num">471</span> Dennis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(992)</span> <i>Love to the Brethren.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Blest be the tie that binds</p> +<p class="t">Our hearts in Christian love!</p> +<p class="l">The fellowship of kindred minds</p> +<p class="t">Is like to that above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Before our Father's throne,</p> +<p class="t">We pour our ardent prayers;</p> +<p class="l">Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,</p> +<p class="t">Our comforts and our cares.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We share our mutual woes;</p> +<p class="t">Our mutual burdens bear;</p> +<p class="l">And often for each other flows</p> +<p class="t">The sympathizing tear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 When we asunder part,</p> +<p class="t">It gives us inward pain;</p> +<p class="l">But we shall still be joined in heart,</p> +<p class="t">And hope to meet again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 This glorious hope revives</p> +<p class="t">Our courage by the way;</p> +<p class="l">While each in expectation lives,</p> +<p class="t">And longs to see the day.</p> +<!-- script: pg("329") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,</p> +<p class="t">And sin we shall be free;</p> +<p class="l">And perfect love and friendship reign</p> +<p class="t">Through all eternity.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Fawcett, 1772.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h472"> +<h3><span class="num">472</span> Dennis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(995)</span> <i>Laborers in the Vineyard.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">And let our bodies part--</p> +<p class="t">To diff'rent climes repair;</p> +<p class="l">Inseparably joined in heart</p> +<p class="t">The friends of Jesus are.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, let us still proceed</p> +<p class="t">In Jesus' work below;</p> +<p class="l">And following our triumphant Head,</p> +<p class="t">To further conquests go.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The vineyard of the Lord</p> +<p class="t">Before his laborers lies;</p> +<p class="l">And lo! we see the vast reward</p> +<p class="t">Which waits us in the skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, let our heart and mind</p> +<p class="t">Continually ascend,</p> +<p class="l">That haven of repose to find,</p> +<p class="t">Where all our labors end.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h473"> +<h3><span class="num">473</span> Dennis, S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(996)</span> <i>Meeting After Absence.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">And are we yet alive,</p> +<p class="t">And see each other's face?</p> +<p class="l">Glory and praise to Jesus give,</p> +<p class="t">For his redeeming grace.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Preserved by power divine</p> +<p class="t">To full salvation here,</p> +<p class="l">Again in Jesus' praise we join,</p> +<p class="t">And in his sight appear.</p> +<!-- script: pg("330") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 What troubles have we seen!</p> +<p class="t">What conflicts have we passed!</p> +<p class="l">Fightings without, and fears within,</p> +<p class="t">Since we assembled last!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 But out of all the Lord</p> +<p class="t">Hath brought us by his love;</p> +<p class="l">And still he doth his help afford,</p> +<p class="t">And hides our life above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Let us take up the cross,</p> +<p class="t">Till we the crown obtain;</p> +<p class="l">And gladly reckon all things loss</p> +<p class="t">So we may Jesus gain.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h474"> +<h3><span class="num">474</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(974)</span> <i>The Likeness of His Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How blest the hour when first we gave</p> +<p class="t">Our guilty souls to thee, O God;</p> +<p class="l">A cheerful sacrifice of love,</p> +<p class="t">Bought with the Savior's precious blood.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 How blest the vow we here record!</p> +<p class="t">How blest the grace we now receive!</p> +<p class="l">Buried in baptism with our Lord,</p> +<p class="t">New lives of holiness to live.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How blest the solemn rite that seals</p> +<p class="t">Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;--</p> +<p class="l">How blest the emblem that reveals</p> +<p class="t">God reconciled and peace with heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thus through the emblematic grave</p> +<p class="t">The glorious, suffering Savior trod;</p> +<p class="l">Thou art our pattern, through the wave</p> +<p class="t">We follow thee, blest Son of God.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">S.F. Smith.</p> +<!-- script: pg("331") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h475"> +<h3><span class="num">475</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(961)</span> <i>The Feast of Love.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My God! and is thy table spread?</p> +<p class="t">And does thy cup with love o'erflow?</p> +<p class="l">Thither be all thy children led,</p> +<p class="t">And let them all its sweetness know.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!</p> +<p class="t">Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;</p> +<p class="l">Thrice happy he, who here partakes</p> +<p class="t">That sacred stream, that heavenly food!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh! let thy table honored be,</p> +<p class="t">And furnished well with joyful guests;</p> +<p class="l">And may each soul salvation see,</p> +<p class="t">That here its sacred pledges tastes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;</p> +<p class="t">With hearts inflamed let all attend;</p> +<p class="l">Nor, when we leave our Father's board,</p> +<p class="t">The pleasure or the profit end.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Philip Doddridge, 1740.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h476"> +<h3><span class="num">476</span> Rockingham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(963)</span> <i>Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!</p> +<p class="t">Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!</p> +<p class="l">From the best bliss that earth imparts,</p> +<p class="t">We turn unfilled to thee again.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;</p> +<p class="t">Thou savest those that on thee call;</p> +<p class="l">To them that seek thee, thou art good,</p> +<p class="t">To them that find thee,--All in all!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread!</p> +<p class="t">And long to feast upon thee still;</p> +<p class="l">We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,</p> +<p class="t">And thirst our souls from thee to fill.</p> +<!-- script: pg("332") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,</p> +<p class="t">Where'er our changeful lot is cast;</p> +<p class="l">Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,</p> +<p class="t">Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 O Jesus! ever with us stay;</p> +<p class="t">Make all our moments calm and bright;</p> +<p class="l">Chase the dark night of sin away;</p> +<p class="t">Shed o'er the world thy holy light.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h477"> +<h3><span class="num">477</span> Aletta. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(973)</span> <i>The Bread of Life.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Bread of heaven, on thee we feed</p> +<p class="l">For thy flesh is meat indeed;</p> +<p class="l">Ever let our souls be fed</p> +<p class="l">With this true and living bread.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies</p> +<p class="l">This blest cup of sacrifice;</p> +<p class="l">Lord, thy wounds our healing give;</p> +<p class="l">To thy cross we look and live.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Day by day with strength supplied,</p> +<p class="l">Thro' the life of him who died,</p> +<p class="l">Lord of life, oh, let us be</p> +<p class="l">Rooted, grafted, built on thee.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Josiah Conder, 1824.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h478"> +<h3><span class="num">478</span> Windham. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(964)</span> <i>The Lord's Supper Instituted.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,</p> +<p class="t">When powers of earth and hell arose</p> +<p class="l">Against the Son of God's delight,</p> +<p class="t">And friends betrayed him to his foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Before the mournful scene began</p> +<p class="t">He took the bread, and blessed and brake;</p> +<p class="l">What love thro' all his actions ran!</p> +<p class="t">What wondrous words of grace he spake!</p> +<!-- script: pg("333") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "This is my body, broke for sin;</p> +<p class="t">Receive and eat the living food;"</p> +<p class="l">Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:</p> +<p class="t">"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,</p> +<p class="t">In mem'ry of your dying Friend;</p> +<p class="l">Meet at the table, and record</p> +<p class="t">The love of your departed Lord."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;</p> +<p class="t">We show thy death, we sing thy name</p> +<p class="l">Till thou return, and we shall eat</p> +<p class="t">The marriage supper of the Lamb.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h479"> +<h3><span class="num">479</span> Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(977)</span> <i>Viewing the Cross.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">While, in sweet communion, feeding</p> +<p class="t">On this earthly bread and wine,</p> +<p class="l">Savior, may we see thee bleeding</p> +<p class="t">On the cross, to make us thine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Now, our eyes forever closing</p> +<p class="t">To this fleeting world below,</p> +<p class="l">On thy gentle breast reposing,</p> +<p class="t">Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though unseen, be ever near us,</p> +<p class="t">With the still small voice of love,</p> +<p class="l">Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,</p> +<p class="t">Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Bring before us all the story</p> +<p class="t">Of thy life, and death of woe;</p> +<p class="l">And, with hopes of endless glory,</p> +<p class="t">Wean our hearts from all below.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edward Denny, 1839.</p> +<!-- script: pg("334") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h480"> +<h3><span class="num">480</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(958)</span> <i>Remembering Christ.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">That dreadful night before his death,</p> +<p class="t">The Lamb, for sinners slain,</p> +<p class="l">Did, almost with his dying breath,</p> +<p class="t">This solemn feast ordain.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,</p> +<p class="t">And to remember thee;</p> +<p class="l">Help each poor trembler to repeat--</p> +<p class="t">For me he died, for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign</p> +<p class="t">To our remembrance brings;</p> +<p class="l">We eat the bread and drink the wine,</p> +<p class="t">But think on nobler things.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame</p> +<p class="t">Each heart that pants for thee,</p> +<p class="l">To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,</p> +<p class="t">The Lamb that died for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Joseph Hart, d. 1768</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h481"> +<h3><span class="num">481</span> Till He Come. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Coming Joy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"Till he come!" oh, let the words</p> +<p class="l">Linger on the trembling chords,</p> +<p class="l">Let the "little while" between</p> +<p class="l">In their golden light be seen;</p> +<p class="l">Let us think how heav'n and home</p> +<p class="l">Lie beyond that "Till he come!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 When the weary ones we love</p> +<p class="l">Enter on that rest above,</p> +<p class="l">When their words of love and cheer</p> +<p class="l">Fall no longer on our ear,</p> +<p class="l">Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb,</p> +<p class="l">It is only "Till he come!"</p> +<!-- script: pg("335") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Clouds and darkness round us press;</p> +<p class="l">Would we have one sorrow less?</p> +<p class="l">All the sharpness of the cross,</p> +<p class="l">All that tells the world is loss,</p> +<p class="l">Death, and darkness, and the tomb</p> +<p class="l">Pain us only "Till he come!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 See, the feast of love is spread,</p> +<p class="l">Drink the wine and eat the bread:</p> +<p class="l">Sweet memorials, till the Lord</p> +<p class="l">Call us round his heavn'ly board;</p> +<p class="l">Some from earth, from glory some,</p> +<p class="l">Severed only "Till he come!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h482"> +<h3><span class="num">482</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(945)</span> <i>Baptized into His Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We long to move and breathe in thee,</p> +<p class="t">Inspired with thine own breath,</p> +<p class="l">To live thy life, O Lord, and be</p> +<p class="t">Baptized into thy death.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thy death to sin we die below,</p> +<p class="t">But we shall rise in love;</p> +<p class="l">We here are planted in thy woe,</p> +<p class="t">But we shall bloom above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Above we shall thy glory share,</p> +<p class="t">As we thy cross have borne;</p> +<p class="l">E'en we shall crowns of honor wear,</p> +<p class="t">When we the thorns have worn.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h483"> +<h3><span class="num">483</span> Arlington. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(948)</span> <i>Baptism of Children.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer</p> +<p class="t">We now devote to thee;</p> +<p class="l">Let them thy covenant mercies share,</p> +<p class="t">And thy salvation see.</p> +<!-- script: pg("336") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In early days their hearts secure</p> +<p class="t">From worldly snares, we pray;</p> +<p class="l">And let them to the end endure</p> +<p class="t">In every righteous way.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live</p> +<p class="t">In holy faith and fear;</p> +<p class="l">And then to heaven our souls receive</p> +<p class="t">And bring our children there.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h484"> +<h3><span class="num">484</span> Thanatopsis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1088)</span> <i>Dying, not Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">It is not death to die,--</p> +<p class="t">To leave this weary road,</p> +<p class="l">And, midst the brotherhood on high,</p> +<p class="t">To be at home with God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 It is not death to close</p> +<p class="t">The eye long dimmed by tears,</p> +<p class="l">And wake, in glorious repose</p> +<p class="t">To spend eternal years.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 It is not death to fling</p> +<p class="t">Aside this sinful dust,</p> +<p class="l">And rise, on strong exulting wing,</p> +<p class="t">To live among the just.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Jesus, thou Prince of life!</p> +<p class="t">Thy chosen cannot die;</p> +<p class="l">Like thee, they conquer in the strife,</p> +<p class="t">To reign with thee on high.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">George W. Bethune, 1847.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h485"> +<h3><span class="num">485</span> Thanatopsis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1086)</span> <i>The Crowning Hour.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Servant of God, well done!</p> +<p class="t">Thy glorious warfare's past;</p> +<p class="l">The battle's fought, the race is won,</p> +<p class="t">And thou art crowned at last;--</p> +<!-- script: pg("337") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Of all thy heart's desire</p> +<p class="t">Triumphantly possessed;</p> +<p class="l">Lodged by the ministerial choir</p> +<p class="t">In thy Redeemer's breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In condescending love,</p> +<p class="t">Thy ceaseless prayer he heard,</p> +<p class="l">And bade thee suddenly remove</p> +<p class="t">To thy complete reward.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 With saints enthroned on high,</p> +<p class="t">Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,</p> +<p class="l">And still to God salvation cry,--</p> +<p class="t">Salvation to the Lamb!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h486"> +<h3><span class="num">486</span> Thanatopsis. S.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1089)</span> <i>A Little While.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">A few more years shall roll,</p> +<p class="t">A few more seasons come,</p> +<p class="l">And we shall be with those that rest</p> +<p class="t">Asleep within the tomb.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 A few more suns shall set</p> +<p class="t">O'er these dark hills of time,</p> +<p class="l">And we shall be where suns are not,</p> +<p class="t">A far serener clime.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A few more storms shall beat</p> +<p class="t">On this wild rocky shore,</p> +<p class="l">And we shall be where tempests cease,</p> +<p class="t">And surges swell no more.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 A few more struggles here,</p> +<p class="t">A few more partings o'er,</p> +<p class="l">A few more toils, a few more tears,</p> +<p class="t">And we shall weep no more.</p> +<!-- script: pg("338") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 'Tis but a little while</p> +<p class="t">And he shall come again,</p> +<p class="l">Who died that we might live, who lives</p> +<p class="t">That we with him may reign.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Then, O my Lord, prepare</p> +<p class="t">My soul for that great day;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,</p> +<p class="t">And take my sins away.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Horatius Bonar, 1856.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h487"> +<h3><span class="num">487</span> St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Death Inevitable.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Days and moments quickly flying</p> +<p class="t">Blend the living with the dead;</p> +<p class="l">Soon shall we who sing be lying,</p> +<p class="t">Each within our narrow bed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Soon our souls to God who gave them</p> +<p class="t">Will have sped their rapid flight;</p> +<p class="l">Able now by grace to save them,</p> +<p class="t">Oh, that while we can we might.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer,</p> +<p class="t">Maker of this mighty frame,</p> +<p class="l">Teach, oh, teach us to remember</p> +<p class="t">What we are, and whence we came:--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Whence we came, and whither wending</p> +<p class="t">Soon we must through darkness go,</p> +<p class="l">To inherit bliss unending,</p> +<p class="t">Or eternity of woe.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849.</p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">As the tree falls so must it lie;</p> +<p class="l">As the man lives so will he die;</p> +<p class="l">As the man dies, such must he be</p> +<p class="l">All through the days of eternity.</p> +<p class="t5">Amen.</p> +</div> + +</div> +<!-- script: pg("339") --> +<div class="hymn" id="h488"> +<h3><span class="num">488</span> St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1097)</span> <i>Matthew 6:10.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding</p> +<p class="t">O'er the spoils that death has won,</p> +<p class="l">We would at this solemn meeting,</p> +<p class="t">Calmly say,--thy will be done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;</p> +<p class="t">Though afflicted, not alone;</p> +<p class="l">Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;</p> +<p class="t">Blessed Lord,--thy will be done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,</p> +<p class="t">Mercy still is on the throne;</p> +<p class="l">With thy smiles of love returning,</p> +<p class="t">We can sing--thy will be done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 By thy hands the boon was given,</p> +<p class="t">Thou hast taken but thine own:</p> +<p class="l">Lord of earth, and God of heaven,</p> +<p class="t">Evermore,--thy will be done!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Thomas Hastings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h489"> +<h3><span class="num">489</span> Rest. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1077)</span> <i>Sleeping in Jesus.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,</p> +<p class="l">From which none ever wakes to weep;</p> +<p class="l">A calm and undisturbed repose,</p> +<p class="l">Unbroken by the dread of foes.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,</p> +<p class="l">Whose waking is supremely blest;</p> +<p class="l">No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour,</p> +<p class="l">Which manifests the Savior's power.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me</p> +<p class="l">May such a blissful refuge be;</p> +<p class="l">Securely shall my ashes lie,</p> +<p class="l">And wait the summons from on high.</p> +<!-- script: pg("340") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee</p> +<p class="l">Thy kindred and their graves may be;</p> +<p class="l">But thine is still a blessed sleep,</p> +<p class="l">From whence none ever wake to weep.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h490"> +<h3><span class="num">490</span> Rest. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1078)</span> <i>The End of that Man is Peace.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">How blest the righteous when he dies!</p> +<p class="t">When sinks a weary soul to rest!</p> +<p class="l">How mildly beam the closing eyes!</p> +<p class="t">How gently heaves the expiring breast!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 So fades a summer cloud away;</p> +<p class="t">So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;</p> +<p class="l">So gently shuts the eye of day;</p> +<p class="t">So dies a wave along the shore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A holy quiet reigns around,</p> +<p class="t">A calm which life nor death destroys;</p> +<p class="l">And naught disturbs that peace profound</p> +<p class="t">Which his unfettered soul enjoys.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,</p> +<p class="t">Light from its load the spirit flies,</p> +<p class="l">While heaven and earth combine to say,</p> +<p class="t">How blest the righteous when he dies!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h491"> +<h3><span class="num">491</span> Rest. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1080)</span> <i>Death and Burial of a Christian.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;</p> +<p class="t">Take this new treasure to thy trust</p> +<p class="l">And give these sacred relics room,</p> +<p class="t">To slumber in the silent dust.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,</p> +<p class="t">Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes</p> +<p class="l">Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,</p> +<p class="t">While angels watch the soft repose.</p> +<!-- script: pg("341") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son</p> +<p class="t">Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;</p> +<p class="l">Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne</p> +<p class="t">The morning break, and pierce the shade.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;</p> +<p class="t">Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;</p> +<p class="l">Restore thy trust; a glorious form</p> +<p class="t">Shall then arise to meet the Lord.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1734.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h492"> +<h3><span class="num">492</span> Rest. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1084)</span> <i>The Fading Flower.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">So fades the lovely, blooming flower--</p> +<p class="l">Frail smiling solace of an hour!</p> +<p class="l">So soon our transient comforts fly,</p> +<p class="l">And pleasure only blooms to die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Is there no kind, no lenient art,</p> +<p class="l">To heal the anguish of the heart?</p> +<p class="l">Spirit of grace! be ever nigh,</p> +<p class="l">Thy comforts are not made to die.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain,</p> +<p class="l">Till dying hope shall live again;</p> +<p class="l">Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye</p> +<p class="l">And faith points upward to the sky.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Anne Steele, 1760</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h493"> +<h3><span class="num">493</span> China. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1067)</span> <i>We Are Confident.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Why do we mourn departing friends,</p> +<p class="t">Or shake at death's alarms?</p> +<p class="l">'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,</p> +<p class="t">To call them to his arms.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Are we not tending upward, too,</p> +<p class="t">As fast as time can move?</p> +<p class="l">Nor would we wish the hours more slow,</p> +<p class="t">To keep us from our love.</p> +<!-- script: pg("342") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Why should we tremble to convey</p> +<p class="t">Their bodies to the tomb?</p> +<p class="l">There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,</p> +<p class="t">And scattered all the gloom.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The graves of all the saints be blessed,</p> +<p class="t">And softened every bed;</p> +<p class="l">Where should the dying members rest,</p> +<p class="t">But with the dying Head?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Thence he arose, ascending high,</p> +<p class="t">And showed our feet the way;</p> +<p class="l">Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly</p> +<p class="t">At the great rising-day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,</p> +<p class="t">And bid our kindred rise;</p> +<p class="l">Awake! ye nations under ground;</p> +<p class="t">Ye saints! ascend the skies.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h494"> +<h3><span class="num">494</span> China. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1065)</span> <i>Cheerful Submission to Death.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">And let this feeble body fail,</p> +<p class="t">And let it faint or die;</p> +<p class="l">My soul shall quit the mournful vale,</p> +<p class="t">And soar to worlds on high--</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Shall join the disembodied saints,</p> +<p class="t">And find its long-sought rest;</p> +<p class="l">That only bliss for which it pants,</p> +<p class="t">In the Redeemer's breast.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 In hope of that immortal crown</p> +<p class="t">I now the cross sustain;</p> +<p class="l">And gladly wander up and down,</p> +<p class="t">And smile at toil and pain.</p> +<!-- script: pg("343") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I suffer on my three-score years,</p> +<p class="t">Till my Deliverer come,</p> +<p class="l">And wipes away his servant's tears,</p> +<p class="t">And takes his exile home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1759.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h495"> +<h3><span class="num">495</span> China. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1066)</span> <i>Mourning with Hope.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Why should our tears in sorrow flow</p> +<p class="t">When God recalls his own,</p> +<p class="l">And bids them leave a world of woe,</p> +<p class="t">For an immortal crown?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Is not e'en death a gain to those</p> +<p class="t">Whose life to God was given?</p> +<p class="l">Gladly to earth their eyes they close</p> +<p class="t">To open them in heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Their toils are past, their work is done,</p> +<p class="t">And they are fully blest!</p> +<p class="l">They fought the fight, the victory won,</p> +<p class="t">And entered into rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,--</p> +<p class="t">God has recalled his own;</p> +<p class="l">But let our hearts, in every woe,</p> +<p class="t">Still say, "Thy will be done!"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h496"> +<h3><span class="num">496</span> Frederick. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Death Not Fearful.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I would not live alway; I ask not to stay</p> +<p class="l">Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;</p> +<p class="l">The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here</p> +<p class="l">Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.</p> +<!-- script: pg("344") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb!</p> +<p class="l">Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom;</p> +<p class="l">There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise,</p> +<p class="l">To hail him in triumph descending the skies.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,</p> +<p class="l">Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,</p> +<p class="l">Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,</p> +<p class="l">And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,</p> +<p class="l">Their Savior and brethren transported to greet;</p> +<p class="l">While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,</p> +<p class="l">And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W.A. Muhlenburg.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h497"> +<h3><span class="num">497</span> Thy Will Be Done. Chant</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Mark 14:36.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"Thy will be | done!" || In devious way</p> +<p class="l">The hurrying stream of | life may | run; ||</p> +<p class="l">Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, |</p> +<p class="t">"Thy will be | done."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine</p> +<p class="l">A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, ||</p> +<p class="l">This prayer will make it more divine-- |</p> +<p class="t">"Thy will be | done!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er</p> +<p class="l">Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one ||</p> +<p class="l">Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, |</p> +<p class="t">"Thy will be | done."</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Sir. J. Bowring, 1825.</p> +<!-- script: pg("345") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h498"> +<h3><span class="num">498</span> Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1146)</span> <i>On Jordan's Strand.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My days are gliding swiftly by,</p> +<p class="t">And I a pilgrim stranger,</p> +<p class="l">Would not detain them as they fly,</p> +<p class="t">Those hours of toil and danger.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,</p> +<p class="t4">Our friends are passing over;</p> +<p class="t3">And, just before, the shining shore</p> +<p class="t4">We may almost discover.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear!</p> +<p class="t">Our heav'nly home discerning;</p> +<p class="l">Our absent Lord has left us word,--</p> +<p class="t">"Let ev'ry lamp be burning."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Should coming days be cold and dark,</p> +<p class="t">We need not cease our singing;</p> +<p class="l">That perfect rest none can molest,</p> +<p class="t">Where golden harps are ringing.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,</p> +<p class="t">Each cord on earth to sever;</p> +<p class="l">Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home,</p> +<p class="t">Forever, oh! forever!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">David Nelson, 1835.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h499"> +<h3><span class="num">499</span> Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1147)</span> <i>Wayfarers.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Wayfarers in the wilderness,</p> +<p class="t">By morn, and noon, and even,</p> +<p class="l">Day after day, we journey on,</p> +<p class="t">With weary feet toward heaven.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--O land above! O land of love!</p> +<p class="t4">The glory shineth o'er thee;</p> +<p class="t3">O Christ, our King! in mercy bring</p> +<p class="t4">Us thither, we implore thee!</p> +<!-- script: pg("346") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 By day the cloud before us goes,</p> +<p class="t">By night the cloud of fire,</p> +<p class="l">To guide us o'er the trackless waste,</p> +<p class="t">To Canaan ever nigher.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The sea was riven from our feet,</p> +<p class="t">And so shall be the river;</p> +<p class="l">And, by the King's highway brought home,</p> +<p class="t">We'll praise his name forever:</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Alexander R. Thompson, 1869.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h500"> +<h3><span class="num">500</span> Nearer Home. 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1139)</span> <i>A Solemn Thought.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">One sweetly solemn thought</p> +<p class="t">Comes to me o'er and o'er;</p> +<p class="l">I'm nearer home to-day</p> +<p class="t">Than e'er I've been before.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,</p> +<p class="t4">Nearer my home to-day;</p> +<p class="t3">Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day,</p> +<p class="t4">Than ever I've been before.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Nearer my Father's house</p> +<p class="t">Where the blest mansions be;</p> +<p class="l">Nearer the great white throne,</p> +<p class="t">Nearer the crystal sea;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Nearer the bound where we</p> +<p class="t">Must lay our burdens down,</p> +<p class="l">Nearer to leave the cross,</p> +<p class="t">Nearer to gain the crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 The waves of that deep sea</p> +<p class="t">Roll dark before my sight,</p> +<p class="l">But break, the other side,</p> +<p class="t">Upon a shore of light.</p> +<!-- script: pg("347") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Oh! if my mortal feet</p> +<p class="t">Have almost gained the brink,</p> +<p class="l">If I am nearer home</p> +<p class="t">To-day than e'en I think,</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 Father! perfect my trust,</p> +<p class="t">That I may rest, in death,</p> +<p class="l">On Christ, my Lord, alone,</p> +<p class="t">And thus resign my breath.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Phœbe Cary, 1852 <i>a.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h501"> +<h3><span class="num">501</span> Consolation. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Death of a Child.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is no flock, however watched and tended,</p> +<p class="t">But one dead lamb is there!</p> +<p class="l">There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,</p> +<p class="t">But has one vacant chair!</p> +<p class="l">The air is full of farewells to the dying,</p> +<p class="t">And mournings for the dead;</p> +<p class="l">The heart of Rachel for her children crying</p> +<p class="t">Will not be comforted!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions</p> +<p class="t">Not from the ground arise,</p> +<p class="l">But oftentimes celestial benedictions</p> +<p class="t">Assume this dark disguise.</p> +<p class="l">We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors,</p> +<p class="t">Amid these earthly damps,</p> +<p class="l">What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,</p> +<p class="t">May be heav'ns distant lamps.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 She is not dead, the child of our affection,</p> +<p class="t">But gone unto that school</p> +<p class="l">Where she no longer needs our poor protection,</p> +<p class="t">And Christ himself doth rule.</p> +<p class="l">In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,</p> +<p class="t">By guardian angels led,</p> +<p class="l">Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,</p> +<p class="t">She lives whom we call dead.</p> +<!-- script: pg("348") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion,</p> +<p class="t">And anguish long suppressed,</p> +<p class="l">The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean</p> +<p class="t">That cannot be at rest:</p> +<p class="l">We will be patient--and assuage the feeling</p> +<p class="t">We cannot wholly stay,</p> +<p class="l">By silence sanctifying, not concealing</p> +<p class="t">The grief that must have way.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Henry W. Longfellow, 1849.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h502"> +<h3><span class="num">502</span> Peace, Be Still. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Submission.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Peace, be still!</p> +<p class="t">In this night of sorrow bow;</p> +<p class="t">Oh, my heart, contend not thou;</p> +<p class="l">What befalls is God's own will;</p> +<p class="l">Peace, be still!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Hold thee still!</p> +<p class="t">Tho' the Father scourge thee sore,</p> +<p class="t">Cling thou to him all the more;</p> +<p class="l">Let him mercy's work fulfill;</p> +<p class="l">Hold thee still!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Lord, my God!</p> +<p class="t">Give me grace, that I may be</p> +<p class="t">Thy true child, and silently</p> +<p class="l">Own thy scepter and thy rod;</p> +<p class="l">Lord, my God!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Shepherd mine!</p> +<p class="t">From thy fullness give me still</p> +<p class="t">Faith to do and bear thy will</p> +<p class="l">Till the morning light shall shine;</p> +<p class="l">Shepherd mine!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Schiller.</p> +<!-- script: pg("349") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h503"> +<h3><span class="num">503</span> Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Death of a Christian.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,</p> +<p class="t">Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;</p> +<p class="l">Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,</p> +<p class="t">Fatherland, home of the soul.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast</p> +<p class="t">Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;"</p> +<p class="l">Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above,</p> +<p class="t">Rest in the light of his love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,</p> +<p class="t">Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;</p> +<p class="l">Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,</p> +<p class="t">Rest on the beautiful shore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Maria Straub.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h504"> +<h3><span class="num">504</span> As Fade the Stars. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Life of the Departed.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">As fade the stars at morn away,</p> +<p class="l">Their glory gone in perfect day,</p> +<p class="l">So pass away the friends we love,</p> +<p class="l">Their presence lost in worlds above,</p> +<p class="t">While we o'er their slumbers are weeping.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 As sink the stars when night is o'er,</p> +<p class="l">To rise upon some other shore,</p> +<p class="l">So sink our precious ones from sight,</p> +<p class="l">In other skies to walk in light,</p> +<p class="t">While we sorrow's vigils are keeping.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 No more in east, or in the west,</p> +<p class="l">Fade they from sight, or sink to rest;</p> +<p class="l">Fixed firm in that celestial air,</p> +<p class="l">They radiant shine eternal there;</p> +<p class="t">Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.E. Rankin, D.D.</p> +<!-- script: pg("350") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h505"> +<h3><span class="num">505</span> Nettie. 5s & 9s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Consolation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Midst sorrow and care</p> +<p class="l">There's one that is near,</p> +<p class="l">And ever delights to relieve us.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend,</p> +<p class="l">On whom we depend</p> +<p class="l">For life and for all its rich blessings.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When trouble assails,</p> +<p class="l">His love never fails;</p> +<p class="l">He meets us with sweet consolation.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h506"> +<h3><span class="num">506</span> Meribah. C.P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1114)</span> <i>Pleading for Acceptance.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,</p> +<p class="l">To take thy ransomed people home,</p> +<p class="t">Shall I among them stand?</p> +<p class="l">Shall such a worthless worm as I,</p> +<p class="l">Who sometimes am afraid to die,</p> +<p class="t">Be found at thy right hand?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I love to meet thy people now,</p> +<p class="l">Before thy feet with them to bow,</p> +<p class="t">Though vilest of them all;</p> +<p class="l">But--can I bear the piercing thought?--</p> +<p class="l">What if my name should be left out,</p> +<p class="t">When thou for them shalt call?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;</p> +<p class="l">Be thou my only hiding-place,</p> +<p class="t">In this th' accepted day;</p> +<p class="l">Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,</p> +<p class="l">To still my unbelieving fear,</p> +<p class="t">Nor let me fall, I pray.</p> +<!-- script: pg("351") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And when the final trump shall sound,</p> +<p class="l">Among thy saints let me be found,</p> +<p class="t">To bow before thy face;</p> +<p class="l">Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,</p> +<p class="l">While heaven's resounding mansions ring</p> +<p class="t">With praise of sovereign grace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h507"> +<h3><span class="num">507</span> Meribah. C.P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1115)</span> <i>Present and Future Realities.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lo! on a narrow neck of land,</p> +<p class="l">Between two boundless seas I stand,--</p> +<p class="t">Yet how insensible!</p> +<p class="l">A point of time--a moment's space--</p> +<p class="l">Removes me to yon heavenly place,</p> +<p class="t">Or shuts me up in hell!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O God! my inmost soul convert,</p> +<p class="l">And deeply on my thoughtless heart</p> +<p class="t">Eternal things impress;</p> +<p class="l">Give me to feel their solemn weight,</p> +<p class="l">And save me, ere it be too late!</p> +<p class="t">Wake me to righteousness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Be this my one great business here,</p> +<p class="l">With holy trembling, holy fear,</p> +<p class="t">To make my calling sure;</p> +<p class="l">Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,</p> +<p class="l">To suffer all thy righteous will,</p> +<p class="t">And to the end endure!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then Savior! then my soul receive,</p> +<p class="l">Transported from the earth, to live</p> +<p class="t">And reign with thee above;</p> +<p class="l">Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,</p> +<p class="l">And hope, in full supreme delight,</p> +<p class="t">And everlasting love.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley, 1749.</p> +<!-- script: pg("352") --> + + +<!-- script: pg("353") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h508"> +<h3><span class="num">508</span> Marlow. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1103)</span> <i>Certainty of Judgment.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">That awful day will surely come,</p> +<p class="t">Th' appointed hour makes haste,</p> +<p class="l">When I must stand before the Judge</p> +<p class="t">And pass the solemn test.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,</p> +<p class="t">Thou Sovereign of my heart,</p> +<p class="l">How could I bear to hear thy voice</p> +<p class="t">Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair,</p> +<p class="t">To see my God remove,</p> +<p class="l">And fix my dreadful station where</p> +<p class="t">I must not taste his love!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name</p> +<p class="t">Is graven on thy hands;</p> +<p class="l">Show me some promise in thy book</p> +<p class="t">Where my salvation stands.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h509"> +<h3><span class="num">509</span> Judgment. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1106)</span> <i>The Judgment Day.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">And must I be to judgment brought,</p> +<p class="t">And answer in that day,</p> +<p class="l">For every vain and idle thought,</p> +<p class="t">And every word I say?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Yes, every secret of my heart</p> +<p class="t">Shall shortly be made known,</p> +<p class="l">And I receive my just desert</p> +<p class="t">For all that I have done.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 How careful then I ought to live!</p> +<p class="t">With what religious fear,</p> +<p class="l">Who such a strict account must give</p> +<p class="t">For my behavior here.</p> +<!-- script: pg("354") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,</p> +<p class="t">The watchful power bestow;</p> +<p class="l">So shall I to my ways take heed,</p> +<p class="t">To all I speak or do.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h510"> +<h3><span class="num">510</span> Ewing. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The New Jerusalem.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jerusalem, the golden,</p> +<p class="t">With milk and honey blest!</p> +<p class="l">Beneath thy contemplation</p> +<p class="t">Sink heart and voice oppressed:</p> +<p class="l">I know not, oh, I know not,</p> +<p class="t">What social joys are there,</p> +<p class="l">What radiancy of glory,</p> +<p class="t">What light beyond compare.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 They stand, those halls of Zion,</p> +<p class="t">All jubilant with song,</p> +<p class="l">And bright with many an angel,</p> +<p class="t">And all the martyr throng;</p> +<p class="l">The Prince is ever in them,</p> +<p class="t">The daylight is serene;</p> +<p class="l">The pastures of the blessed</p> +<p class="t">Are decked in glorious sheen.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There is the throne of David;</p> +<p class="t">And there, from care released,</p> +<p class="l">The song of them that triumph,</p> +<p class="t">The shout of them that feast;</p> +<p class="l">And they who, with their Leader,</p> +<p class="t">Have conquered in the light,</p> +<p class="l">Forever and forever</p> +<p class="t">Are clad in robes of white.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard of Cluny, 1145.</p> +<p class="author">J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h511"> +<h3><span class="num">511</span> Swing. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Paradise of Joy.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">For thee, O dear, dear country,</p> +<p class="t">Mine eyes their vigils keep;</p> +<p class="l">For very love, beholding</p> +<p class="t">Thy happy name, they weep.</p> +<p class="l">The mention of thy glory</p> +<p class="t">Is unction to the breast,</p> +<p class="l">And medicine in sickness,</p> +<p class="t">And love, and life, and rest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, sweet and blessed country,</p> +<p class="t">The home of God's elect!</p> +<p class="l">Oh, sweet and blessed country,</p> +<p class="t">That eager hearts expect!</p> +<p class="l">Jesus, in mercy bring us</p> +<p class="t">To that dear land of rest;</p> +<p class="l">Who art, with God the Father,</p> +<p class="t">And Spirit, ever blest.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard of Cluny, 1145.</p> +<p class="author">J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h512"> +<h3><span class="num">512</span> Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>In Immanuel's Land.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The sands of time are wasting,</p> +<p class="t">The dawn of heaven breaks;</p> +<p class="l">The summer morn I've sighed for,</p> +<p class="t">The fair, sweet morn awakes.</p> +<p class="l">Oh, dark hath been the midnight,</p> +<p class="t">But day-spring is at hand,</p> +<p class="l">And glory, glory dwelleth</p> +<p class="t">In Immanuel's land.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,</p> +<p class="t">The deep, sweet well of love;</p> +<p class="l">The streams of earth I've tasted,</p> +<p class="t">More deep I'll drink above.</p> +<!-- script: pg("355") --> +<p class="l">There, to an ocean fullness,</p> +<p class="t">His mercy doth expand,</p> +<p class="l">And glory, glory dwelleth</p> +<p class="t">In Immanuel's land.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, I am my Beloved's,</p> +<p class="t">And my Beloved's mine;</p> +<p class="l">He brings a poor, vile sinner</p> +<p class="t">Into his house divine.</p> +<p class="l">Upon the Rock of Ages</p> +<p class="t">My soul, redeemed, shall stand,</p> +<p class="l">Where glory, glory dwelleth</p> +<p class="t">In Immanuel's land.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h513"> +<h3><span class="num">513</span> Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Heb. 11: 14.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jerusalem, the glorious!</p> +<p class="t">The glory of th' elect,--</p> +<p class="l">O dear and future vision</p> +<p class="t">That eager hearts expect!</p> +<p class="l">Ev'n now by faith I see thee,</p> +<p class="t">Ev'n here thy walls discern;</p> +<p class="l">To thee my thoughts are kindled,</p> +<p class="t">And strive, and pant, and yearn!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The cross is all thy splendor,</p> +<p class="t">The Crucified, thy praise;</p> +<p class="l">His laud and benediction</p> +<p class="t">Thy ransomed people raise;--</p> +<p class="l">Jerusalem! exulting</p> +<p class="t">On that securest shore,</p> +<p class="l">I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,</p> +<p class="t">And love thee evermore!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O sweet and blessed country!</p> +<p class="t">Shall I e'er see thy face?</p> +<p class="l">O sweet and blessed country!</p> +<p class="t">Shall I e'er win thy grace?--</p> +<!-- script: pg("356") --> +<p class="l">Exult, O dust and ashes!</p> +<p class="t">The Lord shall be thy part;</p> +<p class="l">His only, his forever,</p> +<p class="t">Thou shalt be, and thou art!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Bernard of Cluny, 1145.</p> +<p class="author">J.M. Neale, <i>tr.</i> 1757</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h514"> +<h3><span class="num">514</span> Varina. C.M. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1116)</span> <i>The Heavenly Canaan.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is a land of pure delight,</p> +<p class="t">Where saints immortal reign;</p> +<p class="l">Infinite day excludes the night,</p> +<p class="t">And pleasures banish pain.</p> +<p class="l">There everlasting spring abides,</p> +<p class="t">And never-withering flowers;</p> +<p class="l">Death, like a narrow sea, divides,</p> +<p class="t">This heavenly land from ours.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood</p> +<p class="t">Stand dressed in living green;</p> +<p class="l">So to the Jews old Canaan stood,</p> +<p class="t">While Jordan rolled between.</p> +<p class="l">But timorous mortals start and shrink</p> +<p class="t">To cross this narrow sea,</p> +<p class="l">And linger, shivering on the brink,</p> +<p class="t">And fear to launch away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 O could we make our doubts remove,</p> +<p class="t">Those gloomy doubts that rise,</p> +<p class="l">And see the Canaan that we love,</p> +<p class="t">With unbeclouded eyes--</p> +<p class="l">Could we but climb where Moses stood,</p> +<p class="t">And view the landscape o'er,</p> +<p class="l">Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,</p> +<p class="t">Should fright us from the shore.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1709.</p> +<!-- script: pg("357") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h515"> +<h3><span class="num">515</span> Varina. C.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1118)</span> <i>Heavenly Rest in Anticipation</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">When I can read my title clear</p> +<p class="t">To mansions in the skies,</p> +<p class="l">I'll bid farewell to every fear</p> +<p class="t">And wipe my weeping eyes.</p> +<p class="l">Should earth against my soul engage,</p> +<p class="t">And fiery darts be hurled,</p> +<p class="l">Then I can smile at Satan's rage.</p> +<p class="t">And face a frowning world.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Let cares like a wild deluge come</p> +<p class="t">Let storms of sorrow fall--</p> +<p class="l">So I but safely reach my home,</p> +<p class="t">My God, my heaven, my all.</p> +<p class="l">There I shall bathe my weary soul</p> +<p class="t">In seas of heavenly rest,</p> +<p class="l">And not a wave of trouble roll</p> +<p class="t">Across my peaceful breast.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts, 1707.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h516"> +<h3><span class="num">516</span> Varina. C.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1126)</span> <i>The Society of Heaven.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Jerusalem! my glorious home! </p> +<p class="t">Name ever dear to me!</p> +<p class="l">When shall my labors have an end,</p> +<p class="t">In joy, and peace, and thee?</p> +<p class="l">When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls</p> +<p class="t">And pearly gates behold?</p> +<p class="l">Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,</p> +<p class="t">And streets of shining gold?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,</p> +<p class="t">Shall I thy courts ascend,</p> +<p class="l">Where congregations ne'er break up,</p> +<p class="t">And Sabbaths have no end?</p> +<!-- script: pg("358") --> +<p class="l">There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,</p> +<p class="t">Nor sin nor sorrow know:</p> +<p class="l">Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes</p> +<p class="t">I onward press to you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?</p> +<p class="t">Or feel at death dismay?</p> +<p class="l">I've Canaan's goodly land in view,</p> +<p class="t">And realms of endless day.</p> +<p class="l">Jerusalem! my glorious home!</p> +<p class="t">My soul still pants for thee;</p> +<p class="l">Then shall my labors have an end,</p> +<p class="t">When I thy joys shall see.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Francis Baker (?), 1801.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h517"> +<h3><span class="num">517</span> Over There. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1141)</span> <i>The Home Over There.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, think of the home over there,</p> +<p class="t">By the side of the river of light,</p> +<p class="l">Where the saints all immortal and fair,</p> +<p class="t">Are robed in their garments of white.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, think of the home over there;</p> +<p class="t3">Over there, over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, think of the home over there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, think of the friends over there,</p> +<p class="t">Who before us the journey have trod,</p> +<p class="l">Of the songs that they breathe on the air.</p> +<p class="t">In their home in the palace of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, think of the friends over there;</p> +<p class="t3">Over there, over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">Oh, think of the friends over there.</p> +<!-- script: pg("359") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 My Savior is now over there,</p> +<p class="t">There my kindred and friends are at rest;</p> +<p class="l">Then away from my sorrow and care,</p> +<p class="t">Let me fly to the land of the blest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">My Savior is now over there;</p> +<p class="t3">Over there, over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">My Savior is now over there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I'll soon be at home over there,</p> +<p class="t">For the end of my journey I see;</p> +<p class="l">Many dear to my heart, over there,</p> +<p class="t">Are watching and waiting for me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">I'll soon be at home over there;</p> +<p class="t3">Over there, over there, over there,</p> +<p class="t3">I'll soon be at home over there.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h518"> +<h3><span class="num">518</span> Sweet By and By. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1150)</span> <i>The Other Side.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There's a land that is fairer than day</p> +<p class="t">And by faith we can see it afar;</p> +<p class="l">For the Father waits over the way,</p> +<p class="t">To prepare us a dwelling-place there.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--In the sweet by and by,</p> +<p class="t3">We shall meet on that beautiful shore;</p> +<p class="t3">In the sweet by and by,</p> +<p class="t3">We shall meet on that beautiful shore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore</p> +<p class="t">The melodious songs of the blest,</p> +<p class="l">And our spirits shall sorrow no more,</p> +<p class="t">Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.</p> +<!-- script: pg("360") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 To our bountiful Father above</p> +<p class="t">We will offer the tribute of praise,</p> +<p class="l">For the glorious gift of his love.</p> +<p class="t">And the blessings that hallow our days.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,</p> +<p class="t">In the joys of the saved we shall share;</p> +<p class="l">All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er,</p> +<p class="t">And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign,</p> +<p class="t">In the land where the saved never die;</p> +<p class="l">We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain,</p> +<p class="t">Safe at home in the sweet by and by.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">S.F. Bennett.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h519"> +<h3><span class="num">519</span> Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1148)</span> <i>Sweet Fields of Eden.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">In the Christian's home in glory,</p> +<p class="t">There remains a land of rest;</p> +<p class="l">There my Savior's gone before me</p> +<p class="t">To fulfill my soul's request.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--There is rest for the weary,</p> +<p class="t3">There is rest for the weary,</p> +<p class="t3">There is rest for the weary,</p> +<p class="t3">There is rest for you.</p> +<p class="t3">On the other side of Jordan,</p> +<p class="t3">In the sweet fields of Eden,</p> +<p class="t3">Where the tree of life is blooming,</p> +<p class="t3">There is rest for you.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 He is fitting up my mansion,</p> +<p class="t">Which eternally shall stand.</p> +<p class="l">For my stay shall not be transient,</p> +<p class="t">In that holy, happy land.</p> +<!-- script: pg("361") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,</p> +<p class="t">Grief nor woe my lot shall share;</p> +<p class="l">But, in that celestial center,</p> +<p class="t">I a crown of life shall wear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Death itself shall then be vanquished</p> +<p class="t">And his sting shall be withdrawn;</p> +<p class="l">Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed</p> +<p class="t">Hail with joy the rising morn</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory</p> +<p class="t">Shout your triumph as you go;</p> +<p class="l">Zion's gate will open for you,</p> +<p class="t">You shall find an entrance through.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">William Hunter, 1857</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h520"> +<h3><span class="num">520</span> Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1149)</span> <i>Deut. 12:9.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">This is not my place of resting,--</p> +<p class="t">Mine's a city yet to come;</p> +<p class="l">Onward to it I am hasting--</p> +<p class="t">On to my eternal home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 In it all is light and glory;</p> +<p class="t">O'er it shines a nightless day;</p> +<p class="l">Every trace of sin's sad story,</p> +<p class="t">All the curse hath passed away;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us</p> +<p class="t">By the streams of life along--</p> +<p class="l">On the freshest pastures feeds us,</p> +<p class="t">Turns our sighing into song.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,</p> +<p class="t">Soon we bid farewell to pain;</p> +<p class="l">Never more are sad or weary,</p> +<p class="t">Never, never sin again!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">H. Bonar.</p> +<!-- script: pg("362") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h521"> +<h3><span class="num">521</span> Woodland. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1121)</span> <i>Heaven's Joys.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">There is an hour of peaceful rest</p> +<p class="t">To mourning wand'rers giv'n;</p> +<p class="l">There is a joy for souls distressed,</p> +<p class="l">A balm for ev'ry wounded breast--</p> +<p class="t">'Tis found above--in heav'n.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 There is a soft, a downy bed,</p> +<p class="t">'Tis fair as breath of even;</p> +<p class="l">A couch for weary mortals spread,</p> +<p class="l">Where they may rest the aching head,</p> +<p class="t">And find repose--in heav'n.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 There is a home for weary souls,</p> +<p class="t">By sin and sorrow driv'n;</p> +<p class="l">When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,</p> +<p class="l">Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,</p> +<p class="t">And all is drear--but heav'n.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,</p> +<p class="t">To brighter prospects giv'n;</p> +<p class="l">And views the tempest passing by,</p> +<p class="l">The evening shadows quickly fly,</p> +<p class="t">And all serene--in heav'n.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h522"> +<h3><span class="num">522</span> Going Home. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Joyful Prospect.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My heavenly home is bright and fair;</p> +<p class="l">Nor pain nor death can enter there;</p> +<p class="l">Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine;</p> +<p class="l">That heavenly mansion shall be mine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--I'm going home, I'm going home,</p> +<p class="t3">I'm going home to die no more,</p> +<p class="t3">To die no more, to die no more,</p> +<p class="t3">I'm going home to die no more.</p> +<!-- script: pg("363") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My Father's house is built on high;</p> +<p class="l">Far, far above the starry sky;</p> +<p class="l">When from this earthly prison free,</p> +<p class="l">That heavenly mansion mine shall be.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let others seek a home below,</p> +<p class="l">Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow,</p> +<p class="l">Be mine a happier lot, to own</p> +<p class="l">A heavenly mansion near the throne.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,</p> +<p class="l">And sun and moon refuse to shine</p> +<p class="l">All nature sink and cease to be,</p> +<p class="l">That heavenly mansion stands for me.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. William Hunter.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h523"> +<h3><span class="num">523</span> Sweet Home. 11s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1142)</span> <i>The Eternal Home.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,</p> +<p class="l">How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;</p> +<p class="l">To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,</p> +<p class="l">And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home!</p> +<p class="t3">Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,</p> +<p class="l">And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease,</p> +<p class="l">Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,</p> +<p class="l">I long to behold thee in glory at home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,</p> +<p class="l">Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;</p> +<!-- script: pg("364") --> +<p class="l">Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam,</p> +<p class="l">All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,</p> +<p class="l">Oh, give me submission and strength as my day,</p> +<p class="l">In all my afflictions to thee would I come,</p> +<p class="l">Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">David Denham, 1826.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h524"> +<h3><span class="num">524</span> We Shall Meet. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Joyful Anticipation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">We shall meet beyond the river,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">And the darkness shall be over,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">With the toilsome journey done,</p> +<p class="t">And the glorious battle won,</p> +<p class="l">We shall shine forth as the sun,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 We shall strike the harps of glory,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">We shall sing redemption's story.</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">And the strains for evermore</p> +<p class="t">Shall resound in sweetness o'er</p> +<p class="l">Yonder everlasting shore,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We shall see and be like Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">Who a crown of life will give us,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">And the angels who fulfill</p> +<p class="t">All the mandates of his will</p> +<p class="l">Shall attend, and love us still,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by.</p> +<!-- script: pg("365") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 There our tears shall all cease flowing,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">And with sweetest rapture knowing,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by;</p> +<p class="l">All the blest ones who have gone</p> +<p class="t">To the land of life and song,--</p> +<p class="l">We with shoutings shall rejoin,</p> +<p class="t">By and by, by and by.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. John Atkinson.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h525"> +<h3><span class="num">525</span> Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Conquering Pilgrim.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I saw a way-worn trav'ler,</p> +<p class="t">In tattered garments clad,</p> +<p class="l">And struggling up the mountain,</p> +<p class="t">It seemed that he was sad;</p> +<p class="l">His back was laden heavy,</p> +<p class="t">His strength was almost gone,</p> +<p class="l">Yet he shouted as he journeyed,</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance will come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,</p> +<p class="t3">Palms of victory I shall wear.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The summer sun was shining,</p> +<p class="t">The sweat was on his brow,</p> +<p class="l">His garments worn and dusty,</p> +<p class="t">His step seemed very slow;</p> +<p class="l">But he kept pressing onward,</p> +<p class="t">For he was wending home;</p> +<p class="l">Still shouting as he journeyed,</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance will come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 The songsters in the arbor</p> +<p class="t">That stood beside the way</p> +<p class="l">Attracted his attention,</p> +<p class="t">Inviting his delay;</p> +<!-- script: pg("366") --> +<p class="l">His watchword being "Onward,"</p> +<p class="t">He stopped his ears and run,</p> +<p class="l">Still shouting as he journeyed,</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance will come.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 I saw him in the evening,</p> +<p class="t">The sun was bending low,</p> +<p class="l">He'd overtopped the mountain</p> +<p class="t">And reached the vale below;</p> +<p class="l">He saw the golden city,--</p> +<p class="t">His everlasting home,--</p> +<p class="l">And shouted loud, Hosanna,</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance will come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 While gazing on that city,</p> +<p class="t">Just o'er the narrow flood,</p> +<p class="l">A band of holy angels</p> +<p class="t">Came from the throne of God;</p> +<p class="l">They bore him on their pinions</p> +<p class="t">Safe o'er the dashing foam,</p> +<p class="l">And joined him in his triumph,--</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance has come!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">6 I heard the song of triumph</p> +<p class="t">They sang upon that shore,</p> +<p class="l">Saying, Jesus has redeemed us</p> +<p class="t">To suffer nevermore:</p> +<p class="l">Then, casting his eyes backward</p> +<p class="t">On the race which he had run,</p> +<p class="l">He shouted loud, Hosanna,</p> +<p class="t">Deliverance has come!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">J.B. Matthias.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h526"> +<h3><span class="num">526</span> Home of the Soul. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Beautiful Land.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,</p> +<p class="t">The far away home of the soul;</p> +<p class="l">Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,</p> +<p class="t">While the years of eternity roll.</p> +<!-- script: pg("367") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams</p> +<p class="t">Its bright jasper walls I can see;</p> +<p class="l">Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes</p> +<p class="t">Between the fair city and me.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me,</p> +<p class="t">Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,</p> +<p class="l">The King of all kingdoms forever is he,</p> +<p class="t">And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,</p> +<p class="t">So free from all sorrow and pain;</p> +<p class="l">With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,</p> +<p class="t">To meet one another again.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Ellen H. Gates.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h527"> +<h3><span class="num">527</span> Forever with the Lord. S.M.D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1134)</span> <i>Eternal Blessedness.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">"Forever with the Lord!"</p> +<p class="t">Amen, so let it be;</p> +<p class="l">Life from the dead is in that word,</p> +<p class="t">'Tis immortality.</p> +<p class="l">Here in the body pent,</p> +<p class="t">Absent from him I roam,</p> +<p class="l">Yet nightly pitch my moving tent</p> +<p class="t">A day's march nearer home;</p> +<p class="l">Nearer home, nearer home,</p> +<p class="t">A day's march nearer home.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My Father's house on high,</p> +<p class="t">Home of my soul, how near,</p> +<p class="l">At times, to faith's aspiring eye</p> +<p class="t">Thy golden gates appear.</p> +<!-- script: pg("368") --> +<p class="l">Ah! then my spirit faints</p> +<p class="t">To reach the land I love;</p> +<p class="l">The bright inheritance of saints--</p> +<p class="t">Jerusalem above;</p> +<p class="l">Home above, home above,</p> +<p class="t">Jerusalem above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Yet doubts still intervene,</p> +<p class="t">And all my comfort flies;</p> +<p class="l">Like Noah's dove, I flit between</p> +<p class="t">Rough seas and stormy skies.</p> +<p class="l">Anon the clouds depart,</p> +<p class="t">The wind and waters cease,</p> +<p class="l">While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart</p> +<p class="t">Expands the bow of peace;</p> +<p class="l">Bow of peace, bow of peace,</p> +<p class="t">Expands the bow of peace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">James Montgomery, 1835.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h528"> +<h3><span class="num">528</span> On Jordan's Stormy Banks. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1117)</span> <i>The Pleasing Prospect.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,</p> +<p class="t">And cast a wishful eye</p> +<p class="l">To Canaan's fair and happy land,</p> +<p class="t">Where my possessions lie.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--We will rest in the fair and happy land,</p> +<p class="t4">Just across on the evergreen shore,</p> +<p class="t3">Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,</p> +<p class="t4">And dwell with Jesus evermore.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 O'er all those wide-extended plains</p> +<p class="t">Shines one eternal day;</p> +<p class="l">There God the Son forever reigns</p> +<p class="t">And scatters night away.</p> +<!-- script: pg("369") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 When shall I reach that happy place,</p> +<p class="t">And be forever blest?</p> +<p class="l">When shall I see my Father's face,</p> +<p class="t">And in his bosom rest?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul</p> +<p class="t">Would here no longer stay;</p> +<p class="l">Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,</p> +<p class="t">Fearless I'd launch away.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel Stennett, 1787.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h529"> +<h3><span class="num">529</span> Shall We Gather. 8s & 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The River of Life.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Shall we gather at the river</p> +<p class="t">Where bright angel feet have trod;</p> +<p class="l">With its crystal tide forever</p> +<p class="t">Flowing by the throne of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Yes, we'll gather at the river,</p> +<p class="t3">The beautiful, the beautiful river,--</p> +<p class="t3">Gather with the saints at the river</p> +<p class="t3">That flows by the throne of God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 On the margin of the river</p> +<p class="t">Washing up its silver spray,</p> +<p class="l">We will walk and worship ever,</p> +<p class="t">All the happy, golden day.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Ere we reach the shining river</p> +<p class="t">Lay we ev'ry burden down;</p> +<p class="l">Grace our spirits will deliver,</p> +<p class="t">And provide a robe and crown.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 At the smiling of the river</p> +<p class="t">Mirror of the Savior's face,</p> +<p class="l">Saints whom death will never sever</p> +<p class="t">Lift their songs of saving grace.</p> +<!-- script: pg("370") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,</p> +<p class="t">Soon our pilgrimage will cease;</p> +<p class="l">Soon our happy hearts will quiver</p> +<p class="t">With the melody of peace.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Robert Lowry.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h530"> +<h3><span class="num">530</span> The Future. 8s & 7s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Future in God's Hands.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Oh, I often sit and ponder,</p> +<p class="t">When the sun is sinking low,</p> +<p class="l">Where shall yonder future find me?</p> +<p class="t">Does but God in heaven know?</p> +<p class="l">Shall I be among the living?</p> +<p class="t">Shall I be among the free?</p> +<p class="l">Wheresoe'er my path be leading,</p> +<p class="t">Savior, keep my heart with thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Oh, the future lies before me,</p> +<p class="t3">And I know not where I'll be;</p> +<p class="t3">But where'er my path be leading,</p> +<p class="t3">Savior, keep my heart with thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus,</p> +<p class="t">Whilst he leads me by the hand,</p> +<p class="l">And to those around be saying,</p> +<p class="t">Come and join this happy band?</p> +<p class="l">Come, for all things now are ready,</p> +<p class="t">Come, his faithful foll'wer be;</p> +<p class="l">Oh, where'er my path be leading,</p> +<p class="t">Savior, keep my heart with thee.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 But perhaps my work for Jesus</p> +<p class="t">Soon in future may be done,</p> +<p class="l">All my earthly trials ended,</p> +<p class="t">And my crown in heaven won;</p> +<p class="l">Then forever with the ransomed</p> +<p class="t">Thro' eternity I'd be</p> +<p class="l">Chanting hymns to him who bo't me</p> +<p class="t">With his blood, shed on a tree.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Miss Jennie Stout.</p> +<!-- script: pg("371") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h531"> +<h3><span class="num">531</span> Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Aged Christian's Delight.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">The evening shades are falling,</p> +<p class="t">The sun is sinking fast;</p> +<p class="l">The Holy One is calling,</p> +<p class="t">We're going home at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Going home at last;</p> +<p class="t3">Going home at last;</p> +<p class="t3">The march will soon be over,</p> +<p class="t3">We're going home at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The road's been long and dreary,</p> +<p class="t">The toils came thick and fast;</p> +<p class="l">In body weak and weary,</p> +<p class="t">Were going home at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We now are nearing heaven,</p> +<p class="t">And soon shall be at rest;</p> +<p class="l">Our crowns will soon be given,</p> +<p class="t">We're going home at last.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Oh, praise the Lord forever,</p> +<p class="t">Our sorrows are all past;</p> +<p class="l">We'll part no more, no, never;</p> +<p class="t">We are at home at last.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Rev. W. Gossett.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h532"> +<h3><span class="num">532</span> The Sweet Story. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Christ's Delight in Children.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">I think when I read that sweet story of old,</p> +<p class="t">When Jesus was here among men,</p> +<p class="l">How he called little children as lambs to his fold,</p> +<p class="t">I should like to have been with them then.</p> +<!-- script: pg("372") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--I should like to have been with them then;</p> +<p class="t3">I should like to have been with them then;</p> +<p class="t3">How he called little children as lambs to his fold,</p> +<p class="t3">I should like to have been with them then.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,</p> +<p class="t">His arms had been thrown around me,</p> +<p class="l">And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,</p> +<p class="t">"Let the little ones come unto me."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--"Let the little ones come unto me,"</p> +<p class="t3">"Let the little ones come unto me,"</p> +<p class="t3">And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,</p> +<p class="t3">"Let the little ones come unto me."</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,</p> +<p class="t">And ask for a share in his love;</p> +<p class="l">And if I now earnestly seek him below,</p> +<p class="t">I shall see him and hear him above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">R<small>EF</small>.--I shall see him and hear him above,</p> +<p class="t3">I shall see him and hear him above,</p> +<p class="t3">And if I now earnestly seek him below,</p> +<p class="t3">I shall see him and hear him above.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h533"> +<h3><span class="num">533</span> Siloam. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1180)</span> <i>Childhood Piety.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">By cool Siloam's shady rill,</p> +<p class="t">How fair the lily grows!</p> +<p class="l">How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,</p> +<p class="t">Of Sharon's dewy rose!</p> +<!-- script: pg("373") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Lo! such the child whose early feet</p> +<p class="t">The paths of peace have trod,</p> +<p class="l">Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,</p> +<p class="t">Is upward drawn to God.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 By cool Siloam's shady rill</p> +<p class="t">The lily must decay;</p> +<p class="l">The rose that blooms beneath the hill</p> +<p class="t">Must shortly fade away.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour</p> +<p class="t">Of man's maturer age</p> +<p class="l">Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r.</p> +<p class="t">And stormy passions rage.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Reginald Heber, 1812.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h534"> +<h3><span class="num">534</span> Swanwick. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1176)</span> <i>A New House of Worship.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God of the universe! to thee</p> +<p class="t">This sacred house we rear,</p> +<p class="l">And now, with songs and bended knee,</p> +<p class="t">Invoke thy presence here.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Long may this echoing dome resound</p> +<p class="t">The praises of thy name,</p> +<p class="l">These hallowed walls to all around</p> +<p class="t">The Triune God proclaim.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;</p> +<p class="t">Thy glory here make known;</p> +<p class="l">Thy people's home, oh! come and fill,</p> +<p class="t">And seal it as thine own.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn</p> +<p class="t">Upon the just shall rise,</p> +<p class="l">May all who own thee here be borne</p> +<p class="t">To mansions in the skies.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Miss Mary O----, 1841.</p> +<!-- script: pg("374") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h535"> +<h3><span class="num">535</span> Swanwick. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Church Opening.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Arise, O King of grace, arise,</p> +<p class="t">And enter to thy rest;</p> +<p class="l">Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,</p> +<p class="t">Thus to be owned and blest.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Enter with all thy glorious train.</p> +<p class="t">Thy Spirit and thy word;</p> +<p class="l">All that the ark did once contain</p> +<p class="t">Could no such grace afford.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,</p> +<p class="t">Here let thy praise be spread;</p> +<p class="l">Bless the provisions of thy house</p> +<p class="t">And fill thy poor with bread.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Here let the Son of David reign,</p> +<p class="t">Let God's Anointed shine;</p> +<p class="l">Justice and truth his court maintain</p> +<p class="t">With love and power divine.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,</p> +<p class="t">And as his kingdom grows,</p> +<p class="l">Fresh honors shall adorn his crown.</p> +<p class="t">And shame confound his foes.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Isaac Watts.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h536"> +<h3><span class="num">536</span> Swanwick. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1186)</span> <i>Temperance Meeting.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,</p> +<p class="t">To raise the dead to life,</p> +<p class="l">The lost inebriate to reclaim</p> +<p class="t">From passion's fearful strife.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought,</p> +<p class="t">How widely roll its waves!</p> +<p class="l">How many myriads hath it brought</p> +<p class="t">To fill dishonored graves!</p> +<!-- script: pg("375") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still</p> +<p class="t">Are maddened by the bowl,</p> +<p class="l">Led captive at the tyrant's will,</p> +<p class="t">In bondage heart and soul!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!</p> +<p class="t">And break the galling chain;</p> +<p class="l">Deliverance to the captive bring,</p> +<p class="t">And end th' usurper's reign.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">5 The cause of Temperance is thine own,</p> +<p class="t">Our plans and efforts bless;</p> +<p class="l">We trust, O Lord! in thee alone</p> +<p class="t">To crown them with success.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h537"> +<h3><span class="num">537</span> Let Us Arise. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Moral Reforms.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,</p> +<p class="t">While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?</p> +<p class="l">Do you note his rising pow'r,</p> +<p class="l">Growing bolder ev'ry hour?</p> +<p class="t">Will he not our land devour while you stand?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">C<small>HO</small>.--Let us arise, all unite!</p> +<p class="t3">Let us arise in our might!</p> +<p class="t3">Let us arise! speak for God and the right.</p> +<p class="t4">Tho' our numbers may be few,</p> +<p class="t4">God will lead us grandly thro'</p> +<p class="t3">And our arms with strength endue by his might.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?</p> +<p class="t">Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r?</p> +<p class="l">Mark you not the mother's sigh?</p> +<p class="l">Hear you not the children's cry?</p> +<p class="t">See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?</p> +<!-- script: pg("376") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?</p> +<p class="t">Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.</p> +<p class="l">Thousands perish while you wait,</p> +<p class="l">While you counsel and debate;</p> +<p class="t">Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,</p> +<p class="t">Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!</p> +<p class="l">Counting cost, no longer wait;</p> +<p class="l">Forward, manhood of the state!</p> +<p class="t">For in God your strength is great for the right.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">E.S. Lorenz</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h538"> +<h3><span class="num">538</span> Webb. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1192)</span> <i>The Temperance Banner.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner</p> +<p class="t">And fling it to the breeze,</p> +<p class="l">And let the glad hosanna</p> +<p class="t">Sweep over land and seas;</p> +<p class="l">To God be all the glory</p> +<p class="t">For what we now behold--</p> +<p class="l">Oh, let the cheering story</p> +<p class="t">In every ear be told.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The drunkard shall not perish</p> +<p class="t">In Alcohol's dire chain,</p> +<p class="l">But wife and children cherish</p> +<p class="t">Within his home again;</p> +<p class="l">And sobered men, repenting,</p> +<p class="t">Will bow at Jesus' feet,</p> +<p class="l">Their thankful hearts relenting</p> +<p class="t">Before the mercy-seat.</p> +<!-- script: pg("377") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 A new-waked zeal is burning</p> +<p class="t">In this and every land,</p> +<p class="l">And thousands now are turning</p> +<p class="t">To join our temp'rance band;</p> +<p class="l">The light of truth is shining</p> +<p class="t">In many a darkened soul;</p> +<p class="l">Ere long its rays combining</p> +<p class="t">Will blaze from pole to pole.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h539"> +<h3><span class="num">539</span> Webb. 7s & 6s. D.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1193)</span> <i>The Crystal Fountain.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">From brightest crystal fountain</p> +<p class="t">That flows in beauty free,</p> +<p class="l">By shady hill and mountain</p> +<p class="t">Fill high the cup for me!</p> +<p class="l">Sing of the sparkling waters,</p> +<p class="t">Sing of the cooling spring--</p> +<p class="l">Let freedom's sons and daughters</p> +<p class="t">Their joyous tribute bring.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 From many a happy dwelling,</p> +<p class="t">Late misery's dark abode,</p> +<p class="l">The joyous peal is swelling--</p> +<p class="t">The hymn of praise to God,</p> +<p class="l">Glad songs are now ascending</p> +<p class="t">From many a thankful heart,</p> +<p class="l">Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,</p> +<p class="t">And each their aid impart.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 We'll join the tuneful chorus</p> +<p class="t">And raise our song on high!</p> +<p class="l">The cheering view before us</p> +<p class="t">Delights the raptured eye;</p> +<p class="l">The glorious cause is gaining</p> +<p class="t">New strength from day to day,</p> +<p class="l">The drunkard host is waning</p> +<p class="t">Before cold water's sway.</p> +<!-- script: pg("378") --> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h540"> +<h3><span class="num">540</span> Hebron. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1178)</span> <i>Corner-Stone Laying.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">An earthly temple here we raise,</p> +<p class="l">Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise;</p> +<p class="l">Oh! make thy gracious presence known,</p> +<p class="l">While now we lay its corner-stone.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Within the house thy servants rear,</p> +<p class="l">Deign by thy Spirit to appear;</p> +<p class="l">On all its walls salvation write,</p> +<p class="l">From corner-stone to topmost height.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And when this temple, "made with hands,"</p> +<p class="l">Upon its firm foundation stands,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! may we all with loving heart,</p> +<p class="l">In nobler building bear a part,</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Where every polished stone shall be</p> +<p class="l">A human soul won back to thee;</p> +<p class="l">All resting upon Christ alone,--</p> +<p class="l">The chief and precious Corner-Stone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h541"> +<h3><span class="num">541</span> Chesterfield. C.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1217)</span> <i>Prayer for the Nation.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord! while for all mankind we pray,</p> +<p class="t">Of ev'ry clime and coast,</p> +<p class="l">Oh! hear us for our native land,--</p> +<p class="t">The land we love the most.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe,</p> +<p class="t">With peace our borders bless,</p> +<p class="l">With prosperous times our cities crown,</p> +<p class="t">Our fields with plenteousness.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Unite us in the sacred love</p> +<p class="t">Of knowledge, truth, and thee;</p> +<p class="l">And let our hills and valleys shout</p> +<p class="t">The songs of liberty.</p> +<!-- script: pg("379") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee</p> +<p class="t">Our country we commend;</p> +<p class="l">Be thou her Refuge and her Trust,</p> +<p class="t">Her everlasting Friend.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John Reynell Wreford, 1837.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h542"> +<h3><span class="num">542</span> America. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1226)</span> <i>America.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">My country! 'tis of thee,</p> +<p class="l">Sweet land of liberty,</p> +<p class="t">Of thee I sing:</p> +<p class="l">Land where my fathers died!</p> +<p class="l">Land of the pilgrim's pride!</p> +<p class="l">From ev'ry mountain side</p> +<p class="t">Let freedom ring!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 My native country, thee,--</p> +<p class="l">Land of the noble, free,--</p> +<p class="t">Thy name--I love;</p> +<p class="l">I love thy rocks and rills,</p> +<p class="l">Thy woods and templed hills;</p> +<p class="l">My heart with rapture thrills</p> +<p class="t">Like that above.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Let music swell the breeze,</p> +<p class="l">And ring, from all the trees,</p> +<p class="t">Sweet freedom's song;</p> +<p class="l">Let mortal tongues awake;</p> +<p class="l">Let all that breathe partake;</p> +<p class="l">Let rocks their silence break,--</p> +<p class="t">The sound prolong.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Our fathers' God! to thee,</p> +<p class="l">Author of liberty,</p> +<p class="t">To thee we sing;</p> +<p class="l">Long may our land be bright</p> +<p class="l">With freedom's holy light;</p> +<p class="l">Protect us, by thy might,</p> +<p class="t">Great God, our King!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Samuel F. Smith, 1832.</p> +<!-- script: pg("380") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h543"> +<h3><span class="num">543</span> America. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1227)</span> <i>Our Native Land.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">God bless our native land!</p> +<p class="l">Firm may she ever stand,</p> +<p class="t">Through storm and night;</p> +<p class="l">When the wild tempests rave,</p> +<p class="l">Ruler of winds and wave!</p> +<p class="l">Do thou our country save,</p> +<p class="t">By thy great might.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 For her our prayer shall rise</p> +<p class="l">To God above the skies;</p> +<p class="t">On him we wait;</p> +<p class="l">Thou, who art ever nigh,</p> +<p class="l">Guardian with watchful eye!</p> +<p class="l">To thee aloud we cry,--</p> +<p class="t">God save the state!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">John S. Dwight, 1844.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h544"> +<h3><span class="num">544</span> America. 6s & 4s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>The Poor.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Lord, from thy blessed throne,</p> +<p class="l">Sorrow look down upon!</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +<p class="l">Teach them true liberty,</p> +<p class="l">Make them from tyrants free,</p> +<p class="l">Let their homes happy be!</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 The arms of wicked men</p> +<p class="l">Do thou with might restrain--</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +<p class="l">Raise thou their lowliness,</p> +<p class="l">Succor thou their distress,</p> +<p class="l">Thou whom the meanest bless!</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +<!-- script: pg("381") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Give them stanch honesty,</p> +<p class="l">Let their pride manly be--</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +<p class="l">Help them to hold the right,</p> +<p class="l">Give them both truth and might,</p> +<p class="l">Lord of all life and light!</p> +<p class="t">God save the poor!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Nicoll.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h545"> +<h3><span class="num">545</span> Our Glad Jubilee. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>Thanksgiving Anniversary.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee</p> +<p class="l">Once more we hail with sweet melody,</p> +<p class="l">Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,</p> +<p class="t4"> O most holy Lord!</p> +<p class="l">Praise for thy care by day and by night,</p> +<p class="l">Praise for the homes by love made so bright;</p> +<p class="l">Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light</p> +<p class="t4"> Beaming from thy word.</p> +<p class="l">Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee</p> +<p class="l">Once more we hail with sweet melody,</p> +<p class="l">Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,</p> +<p class="t4"> O most holy Lord!</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home!</p> +<p class="l">Lord! by thy mercy hither we come;</p> +<p class="l">Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam,</p> +<p class="t4"> Keep us in thy fear;</p> +<p class="l">Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine,</p> +<p class="l">Now cause thy face upon us to shine;</p> +<p class="l">Grant that our hearts may be truly thine</p> +<p class="t4"> All the coming year.</p> +<p class="l">Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee</p> +<p class="l">Once more we hail with sweet melody,</p> +<p class="l">Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,</p> +<p class="t4"> O most holy Lord!</p> +<!-- script: pg("382") --> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Yet once again the anthem repeat,</p> +<p class="l">Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet;</p> +<p class="l">Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet,</p> +<p class="t4"> In his temple now.</p> +<p class="l">Jesus accept the offering we bring,</p> +<p class="l">Blending with song the odors of spring;</p> +<p class="l">Still of thy wondrous love we will sing,</p> +<p class="t4"> Till in heaven we bow.</p> +<p class="l">Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee</p> +<p class="l">Once more we hail with sweet melody,</p> +<p class="l">Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,</p> +<p class="t4"> O most holy Lord!</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">W.F. Sherwin.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h546"> +<h3><span class="num">546</span> Laudo. 7s.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1223)</span> <i>Thanksgiving.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Praise to God! immortal praise,</p> +<p class="l">For the love that crowns our days;</p> +<p class="l">Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,</p> +<p class="l">Let thy praise our tongues employ.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 For the flocks that roam the plain,</p> +<p class="l">Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,</p> +<p class="l">Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,</p> +<p class="l">Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 All that spring with bounteous hand,</p> +<p class="l">Scatters o'er the smiling land,</p> +<p class="l">All that lib'ral autumn pours</p> +<p class="l">From her rich o'erflowing stores;</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise</p> +<p class="l">Grateful vows and solemn praise;</p> +<p class="l">And when ev'ry blessing's flown,</p> +<p class="l">Love thee for thyself alone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.</p> +<!-- script: pg("383") --> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h547"> +<h3><span class="num">547</span> Seasons. L.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><span class="xnum">(1197)</span> <i>At Sea.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Rocked in the cradle of the deep,</p> +<p class="l">I lay me down in peace to sleep;</p> +<p class="l">Secure I rest upon the wave,</p> +<p class="l">For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 I know thou wilt not slight my call,</p> +<p class="l">For thou dost mark the sparrows fall;</p> +<p class="l">And calm and peaceful is my sleep,</p> +<p class="l">Rocked in the cradle of the deep.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 And such the trust that still were mine,</p> +<p class="l">Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine;</p> +<p class="l">Or though the tempest's fiery breath</p> +<p class="l">Roused me from sleep to wreck and death.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">4 In ocean cave still safe with thee,</p> +<p class="l">The germ of immortality;</p> +<p class="l">And calm and peaceful is my sleep,</p> +<p class="l">Rocked in the cradle of the deep.</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Mrs. Willard.</p> +</div> + +<div class="hymn" id="h548"> +<h3><span class="num">548</span> Let Us Anew. P.M.</h3> + +<p class="argument"><i>New Year.</i></p> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">Come, let us anew</p> +<p class="l">Our journey pursue--</p> +<p class="l">Roll round with the year,</p> +<p class="l">And never stand still till the Master appear;</p> +<p class="l">His adorable will</p> +<p class="l">Let us gladly fulfill,</p> +<p class="l">And our talents improve</p> +<p class="l">By the patience of hope and the labor of love.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">2 Our life is a dream,</p> +<p class="l">Our time, as a stream,</p> +<p class="l">Glides swiftly away,</p> +<p class="l">And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;</p> +<!-- script: pg("384") --> +<p class="l">The arrow is flown,</p> +<p class="l">The moment is gone;</p> +<p class="l">The millenial year</p> +<p class="l">Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near.</p> +</div> + +<div class="verse"> +<p class="l">3 Oh, that each, in the day</p> +<p class="l">Of his coming, may say,</p> +<p class="l">"I have fought my way through;</p> +<p class="l">I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;"</p> +<p class="l">Oh, that each from his Lord</p> +<p class="l">May receive the glad word,</p> +<p class="l">"Well and faithfully done;</p> +<p class="l">Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne"</p> +</div> + +<p class="author">Charles Wesley. 1752.</p> +</div> +<!-- script: pg("385") --> + + + + +<h3>INDEX OF FIRST LINES.</h3> + +<table> +<tr><td><a href="#h56">Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,</a> </td><td class="tr">56</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h403">A charge to keep I have,</a> </td><td class="tr">403</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h486">A few more years shall roll,</a> </td><td class="tr">486</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h40">Again our earthly cares we leave,</a> </td><td class="tr">40</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h178">Ah! how shall fallen man,</a> </td><td class="tr">178</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h121">Alas! and did my Savior bleed,</a> </td><td class="tr">121</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h154">All hail the power of Jesus' name,</a> </td><td class="tr">154</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h221">"Almost persuaded," now to believe,</a> </td><td class="tr">221</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h332">Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,</a> </td><td class="tr">332</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h426">Am I a soldier of the cross,</a> </td><td class="tr">426</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h353">Amid the trials which I meet,</a> </td><td class="tr">353</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h473">And are we yet alive,</a> </td><td class="tr">473</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h236">And can I yet delay,</a> </td><td class="tr">236</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h472">And let our bodies part,</a> </td><td class="tr">472</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h494">And let this feeble body fail,</a> </td><td class="tr">494</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h509">And must I be to judgment brought,</a> </td><td class="tr">509</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h540">An earthly temple here we raise,</a> </td><td class="tr">540</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h144">Angel, roll the rock away,</a> </td><td class="tr">144</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h102">Angels rejoiced and sweetly song,</a> </td><td class="tr">102</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h107">A pilgrim through this lonely world,</a> </td><td class="tr">107</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h240">Approach my soul the mercy seat,</a> </td><td class="tr">240</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h127">Are there no wounds for me,</a> </td><td class="tr">127</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h421">Are you Christ's light-bearer,</a> </td><td class="tr">421</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h399">Are you weary, are you heavy hearted,</a> </td><td class="tr">399</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h196">Arise, my soul, arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">196</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h535">Arise, O King of grace, arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">535</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h425">Arise, ye saints, arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">425</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h450">Arm of the Lord, awake, awake,</a> </td><td class="tr">450</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h449">Ascend thy throne, almighty King,</a> </td><td class="tr">449</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h504">As fade the stars at morn away,</a> </td><td class="tr">504</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h313">Ask ye, what great thing I know,</a> </td><td class="tr">313</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h489">Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,</a> </td><td class="tr">489</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h349">As pants the hart for cooling stream,</a> </td><td class="tr">349</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h179">Astonished and distressed,</a> </td><td class="tr">179</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h392">A throne of grace! then let us go,</a> </td><td class="tr">392</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h301">Awake and sing the song,</a> </td><td class="tr">301</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h290">Awake, awake, the sacred song,</a> </td><td class="tr">290</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("386") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h52">Awake, my soul, and with the sun,</a> </td><td class="tr">52</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h5">Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue,</a> </td><td class="tr">5</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h401">Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,</a> </td><td class="tr">401</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h319">Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,</a> </td><td class="tr">319</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h3">Before Jehovah's awful throne,</a> </td><td class="tr">3</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h72">Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,</a> </td><td class="tr">72</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h202">Behold a stranger at the door,</a> </td><td class="tr">202</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h111">Behold! the blind their sight receive,</a> </td><td class="tr">111</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h451">Behold the heathen waits to know,</a> </td><td class="tr">451</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h64">Behold! the morning sun,</a> </td><td class="tr">64</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h398">Behold the throne of grace,</a> </td><td class="tr">398</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h337">Behold what wondrous grace,</a> </td><td class="tr">337</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h115">Behold where, in the Friend of man,</a> </td><td class="tr">115</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h139">Beneath thy cross I lay me down,</a> </td><td class="tr">139</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h302">Blessed be thy love, dear Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">302</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h76">Blest be the Father and his love,</a> </td><td class="tr">76</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h471">Blest be the tie that binds,</a> </td><td class="tr">471</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h410">Blest is the man whose heart doth move,</a> </td><td class="tr">410</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h402">Blest is the man, whose softening heart,</a> </td><td class="tr">402</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h195">Blow ye the trumpet, blow,</a> </td><td class="tr">195</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h477">Bread of heaven, on thee we feed,</a> </td><td class="tr">477</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h227">Broad is the road that leads to death,</a> </td><td class="tr">227</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h184">Buried in shadows of the night,</a> </td><td class="tr">184</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h533">By cool Siloam's shady rill,</a> </td><td class="tr">533</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h130">By thy birth, and by thy tears,</a> </td><td class="tr">130</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h230">Called to the feast by the King are we,</a> </td><td class="tr">230</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h97">Calm on the listening ear of night,</a> </td><td class="tr">97</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h380">Cast thy burden on the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">380</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h366">Cast thy burden on the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">366</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h298">Children of the heavenly King,</a> </td><td class="tr">298</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h199">Christ has for sin atonement made,</a> </td><td class="tr">199</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h143">Christ the Lord is risen to-day,</a> </td><td class="tr">143</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h434">Church of the ever-living God,</a> </td><td class="tr">434</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h397">Come at the morning hour,</a> </td><td class="tr">397</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h45">Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,</a> </td><td class="tr">45</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h246">Come, every soul, by sin oppressed,</a> </td><td class="tr">246</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h164">Come, Holy Ghost, in love,</a> </td><td class="tr">164</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h174">Come, Holy Spirit, come,</a> </td><td class="tr">174</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h166">Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,</a> </td><td class="tr">166</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h211">Come, humble sinner, in whose breast,</a> </td><td class="tr">211</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h469">Come in, beloved of the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">469</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h467">Come in, thou blessed of the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">467</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h289">Come, let us all unite to praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">289</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h93">Come, let us all unite to sing,</a> </td><td class="tr">93</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h548">Come, let us anew,</a> </td><td class="tr">548</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h155">Come, let us join the songs of praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">155</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h306">Come, let us sing the song of songs,</a> </td><td class="tr">306</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h394">Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,</a> </td><td class="tr">394</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("387") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h8">Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,</a> </td><td class="tr">8</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h206">Come, says Jesus' sacred voice,</a> </td><td class="tr">206</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h21">Come, sound his praise abroad,</a> </td><td class="tr">21</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h75">Come, thou Almighty King,</a> </td><td class="tr">75</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h338">Come, thou Fount of every blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">338</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h159">Come, thou long-expected Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">159</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h218">Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">218</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h135">Come to the cross where the Savior,</a> </td><td class="tr">135</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h198">Come to the blood-stained tree,</a> </td><td class="tr">198</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h415">Come, we that love the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">415</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h374">Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye,</a> </td><td class="tr">374</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h223">Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,</a> </td><td class="tr">223</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h91">Come ye that know and fear the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">91</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h39">Command thy blessing from above,</a> </td><td class="tr">39</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h344">Complete in thee! no work of mine,</a> </td><td class="tr">344</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h300">Crown him with many crowns,</a> </td><td class="tr">300</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h162">Crown his head with endless blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">162</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h433">Daughter of Zion, from the dust,</a> </td><td class="tr">433</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h487">Days and moments quickly flying,</a> </td><td class="tr">487</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h138">Deep in our hearts let us record,</a> </td><td class="tr">138</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h216">Delay not, delay not; oh sinner,</a> </td><td class="tr">216</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h194">Depth of mercy! can there be,</a> </td><td class="tr">194</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h128">Did Christ o'er sinners weep,</a> </td><td class="tr">128</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h293">Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">293</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h237">Do you hear the Savior calling,</a> </td><td class="tr">237</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h537">Do you slumber in your tent,</a> </td><td class="tr">537</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h329">Down at the cross where my Savior died,</a> </td><td class="tr">329</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h375">Down in the valley with my Savior,</a> </td><td class="tr">375</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h225">Drooping souls! no longer mourn,</a> </td><td class="tr">225</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h299">Earth has nothing sweet or fair,</a> </td><td class="tr">299</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h84">Ere mountains reared their forms,</a> </td><td class="tr">84</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h170">Eternal Spirit! by whose power,</a> </td><td class="tr">170</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h89">Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">89</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h114">Ever would I fain be reading,</a> </td><td class="tr">114</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h312">Fade, fade, each earthly joy,</a> </td><td class="tr">312</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h60">Fading, still fading, the last beam,</a> </td><td class="tr">60</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h357">Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n,</a> </td><td class="tr">357</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h238">Father, I stretch my hands to thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">238</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h68">Father of mercies, in thy word,</a> </td><td class="tr">68</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h365">Father, whate'er of earthly bliss,</a> </td><td class="tr">365</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h452">Fling out the banner! let it float,</a> </td><td class="tr">452</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h256">Forever here my rest shall be,</a> </td><td class="tr">256</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h527">Forever with the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">527</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h511">For thee, O dear, dear country,</a> </td><td class="tr">511</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h4">From all that dwell below the skies,</a> </td><td class="tr">4</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h539">From brightest crystal fountain,</a> </td><td class="tr">539</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h118">From Calvary a cry was heard,</a> </td><td class="tr">118</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h384">From every stormy wind that blows,</a> </td><td class="tr">384</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("388") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h455">From Greenland's icy mountains,</a> </td><td class="tr">455</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h208">From the cross uplifted high,</a> </td><td class="tr">208</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h63">Give me the Bible, star of gladness,</a> </td><td class="tr">63</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h363">Give to the winds thy fears,</a> </td><td class="tr">363</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h443">Glorious things of thee are spoken,</a> </td><td class="tr">443</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h1">Glory be to the Father,</a> </td><td class="tr">1-2</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h61">God be with you till we meet again,</a> </td><td class="tr">61</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h543">God bless our native land,</a> </td><td class="tr">543</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h87">God is love, his mercy brightens,</a> </td><td class="tr">87</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h429">God is my strong salvation,</a> </td><td class="tr">429</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h356">God is the refuge of his saints,</a> </td><td class="tr">356</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h81">God moves in a mysterious way,</a> </td><td class="tr">81</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h9">God of my life! through all my days,</a> </td><td class="tr">9</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h34">God of our salvation! hear us,</a> </td><td class="tr">34</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h534">God of the universe, to thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">534</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h406">Go, labor on, spend and be spent,</a> </td><td class="tr">406</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h409">Go, labor on, while it is day,</a> </td><td class="tr">409</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h448">Go, messenger of peace and love,</a> </td><td class="tr">448</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h458">Go, preach the blest salvation,</a> </td><td class="tr">458</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h336">Grace! 'tis a charming sound,</a> </td><td class="tr">336</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h172">Gracious Spirit, love divine,</a> </td><td class="tr">172</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h35">Great God! attend while Zion sings,</a> </td><td class="tr">35</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h74">Great God, how infinite art thou,</a> </td><td class="tr">74</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h122">Great God, when I approach thy throne,</a> </td><td class="tr">122</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h454">Great God, whose universal sway,</a> </td><td class="tr">454</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h167">Great Spirit, by whose mighty pow'r,</a> </td><td class="tr">167</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h362">Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,</a> </td><td class="tr">362</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h15">Hail! great Creator, wise and good,</a> </td><td class="tr">15</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h90">Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">90</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h148">Hail! morning known among the blest,</a> </td><td class="tr">148</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h163">Hail, my ever blessed Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">163</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h26">Hallelujah! song of gladness,</a> </td><td class="tr">26</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h151">Hark! ten thousand harps and voices,</a> </td><td class="tr">151</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h99">Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes,</a> </td><td class="tr">99</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h101">Hark, the herald angels sing,</a> </td><td class="tr">101</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h205">Hasten, sinner! to be wise,</a> </td><td class="tr">205</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h282">Have you been to Jesus for the,</a> </td><td class="tr">282</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h379">He knows the bitter, weary way,</a> </td><td class="tr">379</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h371">He leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't,</a> </td><td class="tr">371</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h361">Here I can firmly rest,</a> </td><td class="tr">361</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h263">He wills that I should holy be,</a> </td><td class="tr">263</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h65">Holy Bible, book divine,</a> </td><td class="tr">65</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h177">Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness,</a> </td><td class="tr">177</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h18">Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty,</a> </td><td class="tr">18</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h171">Holy Spirit, faithful Guide,</a> </td><td class="tr">171</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h176">Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">176</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h142">Hosanna to the Prince of light,</a> </td><td class="tr">142</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h175">Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit,</a> </td><td class="tr">175</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("389") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h460">How beauteous on the mountains,</a> </td><td class="tr">460</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h474">How blest the hour when first we gave,</a> </td><td class="tr">474</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h490">How blest the righteous when he dies,</a> </td><td class="tr">490</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h30">How charming is the place,</a> </td><td class="tr">30</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h42">How did my heart rejoice to hear,</a> </td><td class="tr">42</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h369">How firm a foundation, ye saints,</a> </td><td class="tr">369</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h335">How gentle God's commands,</a> </td><td class="tr">335</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h108">How beauteous were the marks divine,</a> </td><td class="tr">108</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h180">How heavy is the night,</a> </td><td class="tr">180</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h181">How helpless guilty nature lies,</a> </td><td class="tr">181</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h37">How pleasant, how divinely fair,</a> </td><td class="tr">37</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h69">How precious is the book divine,</a> </td><td class="tr">69</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h229">How sad it would be, if when thou,</a> </td><td class="tr">229</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h182">How sad our state by nature is,</a> </td><td class="tr">182</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h70">How shall the young secure their hearts,</a> </td><td class="tr">70</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h250">How solemn are the words,</a> </td><td class="tr">250</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h468">How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,</a> </td><td class="tr">468</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h46">How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn,</a> </td><td class="tr">46</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h109">How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound,</a> </td><td class="tr">109</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h295">How sweet the name of Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">295</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h36">How sweet to leave the world awhile,</a> </td><td class="tr">36</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h324">How tedious and tasteless the hours,</a> </td><td class="tr">324</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h383">How tender is thy hand,</a> </td><td class="tr">383</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h189">How vast, how full, how free,</a> </td><td class="tr">189</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h274">I am coming to the cross,</a> </td><td class="tr">274</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h285">I am dwelling on the mountain,</a> </td><td class="tr">285</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h280">I am thine, O Lord, I have heard,</a> </td><td class="tr">280</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h355">I cannot always trace the way,</a> </td><td class="tr">355</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h272">I cannot do without thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">272</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h134">I gave my life for thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">134</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h328">I have found a friend in Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">328</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h245">I have found redemption,</a> </td><td class="tr">245</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h373">I have found repose for my weary soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">373</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h334">I heard the voice of Jesus say,</a> </td><td class="tr">334</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h197">I hear the Savior say,</a> </td><td class="tr">197</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h317">I hear thy welcome voice,</a> </td><td class="tr">317</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h149">I know that my Redeemer lives,</a> </td><td class="tr">149</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h388">I love to steal awhile away,</a> </td><td class="tr">388</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h419">I love to tell the story,</a> </td><td class="tr">419</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h435">I love thy kingdom, Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">435</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h326">I need thee every hour,</a> </td><td class="tr">326</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h525">I saw a way-worn, trav'ler,</a> </td><td class="tr">525</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h79">I sing th' almighty pow'r of God,</a> </td><td class="tr">79</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h243">I stand, but not as once I did,</a> </td><td class="tr">243</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h532">I think when I read that sweet story,</a> </td><td class="tr">532</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h413">I want to be a worker for the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">413</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h526">I will sing you a song of that beautiful,</a> </td><td class="tr">526</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h496">I would not live alway; I ask not to stay,</a> </td><td class="tr">496</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("390") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h378">In God I have found a retreat,</a> </td><td class="tr">378</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h345">In heavenly love abiding,</a> </td><td class="tr">345</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h367">In some way or other,</a> </td><td class="tr">367</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h106">In stature grows the heavenly child,</a> </td><td class="tr">106</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h131">In the cross of Christ I glory,</a> </td><td class="tr">131</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h519">In the Christian's home in glory,</a> </td><td class="tr">519</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h350">In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,</a> </td><td class="tr">350</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h32">In thy name, O Lord! assembling,</a> </td><td class="tr">32</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h268">In thy service will I ever,</a> </td><td class="tr">268</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h116">In vain in high and holy lays,</a> </td><td class="tr">116</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h94">It came upon the midnight clear,</a> </td><td class="tr">94</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h484">It is not death to die,</a> </td><td class="tr">484</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h287">I've found the pearl of greatest price,</a> </td><td class="tr">287</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h284">I've reached the land of corn and wine,</a> </td><td class="tr">284</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h92">Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r,</a> </td><td class="tr">92</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h516">Jerusalem, my glorious home,</a> </td><td class="tr">516</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h513">Jerusalem, the glorious,</a> </td><td class="tr">513</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h510">Jerusalem, the golden,</a> </td><td class="tr">510</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h304">Jesus, and shall it ever be,</a> </td><td class="tr">304</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h152">Jesus comes, his conflict over,</a> </td><td class="tr">152</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h266">Jesus, I my cross have taken,</a> </td><td class="tr">266</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h100">Jesus is God! the glorious bands,</a> </td><td class="tr">100</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h214">Jesus is tenderly calling thee home,</a> </td><td class="tr">214</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h136">Jesus, keep me near the cross,</a> </td><td class="tr">136</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h340">Jesus, Lover of my soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">340</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h264">Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,</a> </td><td class="tr">264</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h305">Jesus, my heart within me burns,</a> </td><td class="tr">305</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h241">Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry,</a> </td><td class="tr">241</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h201">Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,</a> </td><td class="tr">201</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h318">Jesus, my truth, my way,</a> </td><td class="tr">318</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h341">Jesus, Savior, pilot me,</a> </td><td class="tr">341</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h437">Jesus shall reign where'er the sun,</a> </td><td class="tr">437</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h291">Jesus, the very thought of thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">291</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h239">Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend,</a> </td><td class="tr">239</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h476">Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts,</a> </td><td class="tr">476</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h161">Jesus, thy church with longing eyes,</a> </td><td class="tr">161</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h308">Jesus, thy name I love,</a> </td><td class="tr">308</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h488">Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding,</a> </td><td class="tr">488</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h98">Joy to the world! the Lord is come,</a> </td><td class="tr">98</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h235">Just as I am, without one plea,</a> </td><td class="tr">235</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h213">Just as thou art, without one trace,</a> </td><td class="tr">213</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h381">Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling,</a> </td><td class="tr">381</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h22">Lift up the Gates of Praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">22</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h17">Lift up to God the voice of praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">17</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h418">Light after darkness,</a> </td><td class="tr">418</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h192">Like Noah's weary dove,</a> </td><td class="tr">192</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h224">Listen, sinner! mercy hails you,</a> </td><td class="tr">224</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h447">Look from thy sphere of endless day,</a> </td><td class="tr">447</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("391") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h507">Lo! on a narrow neck of land,</a> </td><td class="tr">507</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h33">Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">33</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h544">Lord, from thy blessed throne,</a> </td><td class="tr">544</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h265">Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,</a> </td><td class="tr">265</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h257">Lord, I believe a rest remains,</a> </td><td class="tr">257</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h247">Lord, I care not for riches,</a> </td><td class="tr">247</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h66">Lord, I have made thy word my choice,</a> </td><td class="tr">66</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h269">Lord, I hear of showers of blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">269</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h253">Lord, I know thy grace is nigh me,</a> </td><td class="tr">253</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h281">Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,</a> </td><td class="tr">281</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h7">Lord of all being! throned afar,</a> </td><td class="tr">7</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h67">Lord, send thy word, and let it fly,</a> </td><td class="tr">67</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h389">Lord, teach us how to pray aright,</a> </td><td class="tr">389</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h88">Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,</a> </td><td class="tr">88</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h278">Lord, weak and impotent I stand,</a> </td><td class="tr">278</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h31">Lord, we come before thee now,</a> </td><td class="tr">31</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h541">Lord, while for all mankind we pray,</a> </td><td class="tr">541</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h267">Love divine, all love excelling,</a> </td><td class="tr">267</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h286">Majestic sweetness sits enthroned,</a> </td><td class="tr">286</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h254">Mercy, oh, thou Son of David,</a> </td><td class="tr">254</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h523">Mid scenes of confusion and creature,</a> </td><td class="tr">523</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h505">Midst sorrow and care,</a> </td><td class="tr">505</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h273">Mine eyes and my desire,</a> </td><td class="tr">273</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h310">More love to thee, O Christ,</a> </td><td class="tr">310</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h400">Must Jesus bear the cross alone,</a> </td><td class="tr">400</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h542">My country! 'tis of thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">542</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h498">My days are gliding swiftly by,</a> </td><td class="tr">498</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h110">My dear Redeemer and my Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">110</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h307">My faith looks up to thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">307</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h352">My Father is rich in houses and lands,</a> </td><td class="tr">352</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h261">My God! accept my heart this day,</a> </td><td class="tr">261</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h475">My God and is thy table spread,</a> </td><td class="tr">475</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h80">My God, how wonderful thou art,</a> </td><td class="tr">80</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h260">My God, I know, I feel thee mine,</a> </td><td class="tr">260</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h386">My God, is any hour so sweet,</a> </td><td class="tr">386</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h358">My God, my Father, while I stray,</a> </td><td class="tr">358</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h12">My God! my King! thy various praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">12</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h262">My gracious Lord, I own thy right,</a> </td><td class="tr">262</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h327">My gracious Redeemer I love,</a> </td><td class="tr">327</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h522">My heavenly home is bright and fair,</a> </td><td class="tr">522</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h321">My hope is built on nothing less,</a> </td><td class="tr">321</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h372">My Jesus, as thou wilt,</a> </td><td class="tr">372</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h275">My life, my love, I give to thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">275</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h325">My Savior, whom absent I love,</a> </td><td class="tr">325</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h423">My soul, be on thy guard,</a> </td><td class="tr">423</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h16">My soul shall praise thee, O my God,</a> </td><td class="tr">16</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h311">Nearer, my God, to thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">311</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h190">Not all the blood of beasts,</a> </td><td class="tr">190</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("392") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h146">Now for a tune of lofty praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">146</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h11">Now to the Lord a noble song,</a> </td><td class="tr">11</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h20">Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">20</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h348">Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the,</a> </td><td class="tr">348</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h13">Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,</a> </td><td class="tr">13</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h258">Oh! could I find from day to day,</a> </td><td class="tr">258</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h303">Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,</a> </td><td class="tr">303</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h44">O day of rest and gladness,</a> </td><td class="tr">44</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h203">Oh, do not let the word depart,</a> </td><td class="tr">203</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h368">Oh, eyes that are weary and hearts,</a> </td><td class="tr">368</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h330">Oh, for a closer walk with God,</a> </td><td class="tr">330</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h364">Oh, for a faith that will not shrink,</a> </td><td class="tr">364</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h331">Oh, for a heart to praise my God,</a> </td><td class="tr">331</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h288">Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing,</a> </td><td class="tr">288</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h78">O God, our help in ages past,</a> </td><td class="tr">78</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h466">Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice,</a> </td><td class="tr">466</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h279">O Holy Savior, Friend unseen,</a> </td><td class="tr">279</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h248">Oh, how happy are they,</a> </td><td class="tr">248</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h530">O, I often sit and ponder,</a> </td><td class="tr">530</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h271">O Jesus full of grace,</a> </td><td class="tr">271</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h292">O, Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">292</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h123">O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,</a> </td><td class="tr">123</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h343">O Lord, how full of sweet content,</a> </td><td class="tr">343</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h140">O Love I who gav'st thy life for me,</a> </td><td class="tr">140</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h283">Oh, now I see the cleansing wave,</a> </td><td class="tr">283</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h10">Oh, render thanks to God above,</a> </td><td class="tr">10</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h120">O, sacred head, now wounded,</a> </td><td class="tr">120</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h414">Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,</a> </td><td class="tr">414</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h463">Oh, still in accents sweet,</a> </td><td class="tr">463</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h314">Oh, that I could forever dwell,</a> </td><td class="tr">314</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h232">Oh, that my load of sin were gone,</a> </td><td class="tr">232</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h255">Oh, the peace that fills my soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">255</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h517">O, think of the home over there,</a> </td><td class="tr">517</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h323">O thou, in whose presence my soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">323</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h354">Oh, Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,</a> </td><td class="tr">354</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h41">Oh thou, whose own vast temple stands,</a> </td><td class="tr">41</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h215">Oh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why,</a> </td><td class="tr">215</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h382">Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,</a> </td><td class="tr">382</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h359">Oh, what if we are Christ's,</a> </td><td class="tr">359</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h296">O when shall I see Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">296</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h432">On! where are kings and empires,</a> </td><td class="tr">432</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h228">Oh, where shall rest be found,</a> </td><td class="tr">228</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h244">Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,</a> </td><td class="tr">244</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h113">Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,</a> </td><td class="tr">113</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h28">O worship the King, all-glorious above,</a> </td><td class="tr">28</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h320">Of him who did salvation bring,</a> </td><td class="tr">320</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h500">One sweetly solemn thought,</a> </td><td class="tr">500</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h528">On Jordan's stormy bank I stand,</a> </td><td class="tr">528</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("393") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h420">Only a word for Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">420</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h441">On the mountain's top appearing,</a> </td><td class="tr">441</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h445">Onward, onward, men of heaven,</a> </td><td class="tr">445</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h124">Oppressed with noonday's scorching,</a> </td><td class="tr">124</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h483">Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer,</a> </td><td class="tr">483</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h456">Our country's voice is pleading,</a> </td><td class="tr">456</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h396">Our Father who art in heaven,</a> </td><td class="tr">396</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h160">Our Lord is now rejected,</a> </td><td class="tr">160</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h126">Our sins on Christ were laid,</a> </td><td class="tr">126</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h502">Peace be still! In this night of sorrow,</a> </td><td class="tr">502</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h464">Pour out thy Spirit from on high,</a> </td><td class="tr">464</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h6">Praise God from whom all blessings flow,</a> </td><td class="tr">6</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h24">Praise the Lord; ye heavens adore him,</a> </td><td class="tr">24</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h546">Praise to God, immortal praise,</a> </td><td class="tr">546</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h27">Praise to thee, thou great Creator,</a> </td><td class="tr">27</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h385">Prayer is appointed to convey,</a> </td><td class="tr">385</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h391">Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,</a> </td><td class="tr">391</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h316">Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has,</a> </td><td class="tr">316</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h411">Rescue the perishing,</a> </td><td class="tr">411</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h503">Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,</a> </td><td class="tr">503</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h436">Revive thy work, O Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">436</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h112">Ride on! ride on in majesty,</a> </td><td class="tr">112</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h150">Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,</a> </td><td class="tr">150</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h547">Rocked in the cradle of the deep,</a> </td><td class="tr">547</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h129">Rock of Ages, cleft for me,</a> </td><td class="tr">129</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h48">Safely thro' another week,</a> </td><td class="tr">48</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h370">Safe in the arms of Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">370</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h188">Salvation! oh, the joyful sound,</a> </td><td class="tr">188</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h57">Savior, again to thy dear name we raise,</a> </td><td class="tr">57</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h54">Savior, breathe an evening blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">54</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h309">Savior, more than life to me,</a> </td><td class="tr">309</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h342">Savior! teach me, day by day,</a> </td><td class="tr">342</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h442">Savior, visit thy plantation,</a> </td><td class="tr">442</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h137">Saw ye my Savior,</a> </td><td class="tr">137</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h212">Say, sinner, hath a voice within,</a> </td><td class="tr">212</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h53">See how the morning sun,</a> </td><td class="tr">53</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h153">See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,</a> </td><td class="tr">153</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h459">See the flag of Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">459</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h485">Servant of God, well done,</a> </td><td class="tr">485</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h529">Shall we gather at the river,</a> </td><td class="tr">529</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h233">Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,</a> </td><td class="tr">233</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h59">Silently the shades of evening,</a> </td><td class="tr">59</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h376">Simply trusting every day,</a> </td><td class="tr">376</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h62">Sing them over again to me,</a> </td><td class="tr">62</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h19">Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,</a> </td><td class="tr">19</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h193">Sinners Jesus will receive,</a> </td><td class="tr">193</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h183">Sinners, this solemn truth regard,</a> </td><td class="tr">183</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h204">Sinners, turn; why will ye die,</a> </td><td class="tr">204</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("394") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h492">So fades the lovely, blooming flower,</a> </td><td class="tr">492</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h51">Softly fades the twilight ray,</a> </td><td class="tr">51</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h58">Softly now the light of day,</a> </td><td class="tr">58</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h427">Soldiers of Christ are we,</a> </td><td class="tr">427</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h424">Soldiers of Christ! arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">424</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h461">Soldiers of the cross! arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">461</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h407">So let our lips and lives express,</a> </td><td class="tr">407</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h346">Sometimes a light surprises,</a> </td><td class="tr">346</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h439">Soon may the last glad song arise,</a> </td><td class="tr">439</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h226">Soon the evening shadows falling,</a> </td><td class="tr">226</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h322">So tender, so precious,</a> </td><td class="tr">322</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h417">Sowing in the morning,</a> </td><td class="tr">417</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h404">Sow in the morn thy seed,</a> </td><td class="tr">404</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h168">Spirit Divine! attend our prayers,</a> </td><td class="tr">168</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h173">Spirit of power, and truth and love,</a> </td><td class="tr">173</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h23">Stand up, and bless the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">23</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h428">Stand up, stand up for Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">428</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h234">Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,</a> </td><td class="tr">234</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h55">Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,</a> </td><td class="tr">55</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h387">Sweet hour of prayer,</a> </td><td class="tr">387</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h14">Sweet is the work, my God! my King,</a> </td><td class="tr">14</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h132">Sweet the moments rich in blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">132</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h270">Take me, oh, my Father, take me,</a> </td><td class="tr">270</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h276">Take my heart, dear Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">276</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h277">Take my life and let it be,</a> </td><td class="tr">277</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h393">Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,</a> </td><td class="tr">393</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h25">Thank and praise Jehovah's name,</a> </td><td class="tr">25</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h508">That awful day will surely come,</a> </td><td class="tr">508</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h480">That dreadful night, before his death,</a> </td><td class="tr">480</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h125">The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross,</a> </td><td class="tr">125</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h231">The door of salvation is open wide,</a> </td><td class="tr">231</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h531">The evening shades are falling,</a> </td><td class="tr">531</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h156">The head, that once was crowned with thorns,</a> </td><td class="tr">156</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h446">The heathen perish; day by day,</a> </td><td class="tr">446</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h82">The Lord descended from above,</a> </td><td class="tr">82</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h86">The Lord is King! child of the dust,</a> </td><td class="tr">86</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h160">The Lord is now rejected,</a> </td><td class="tr">160</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h145">The Lord is risen indeed,</a> </td><td class="tr">145</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h360">The Lord my Shepherd is,</a> </td><td class="tr">360</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h73">The Lord, our God, is full of might,</a> </td><td class="tr">73</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h377">The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,</a> </td><td class="tr">377</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h147">The morning kindles all the sky,</a> </td><td class="tr">147</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h457">The morning light is breaking,</a> </td><td class="tr">457</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h141">The morning purples all the sky,</a> </td><td class="tr">141</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h339">The pity of the Lord,</a> </td><td class="tr">339</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h95">The race that long in darkness pine,</a> </td><td class="tr">95</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h412">There are lonely hearts to cherish,</a> </td><td class="tr">412</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h186">There is a fountain filled with blood,</a> </td><td class="tr">186</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("395") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h85">There is a God--all nature speaks,</a> </td><td class="tr">85</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h514">There is a land of pure delight,</a> </td><td class="tr">514</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h210">There is a line by us unseen,</a> </td><td class="tr">210</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h294">There is a name I love to hear,</a> </td><td class="tr">294</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h521">There is an hour of peaceful rest,</a> </td><td class="tr">521</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h249">There is a spot to me more dear,</a> </td><td class="tr">249</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h501">There is no flock, however watched,</a> </td><td class="tr">501</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h158">There's a glorious kingdom waiting,</a> </td><td class="tr">158</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h518">There's a land that is fairer than day,</a> </td><td class="tr">518</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h220">There's a stranger at the door,</a> </td><td class="tr">220</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h217">There's a wideness in God's mercy,</a> </td><td class="tr">217</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h347">There shall be showers of blessing,</a> </td><td class="tr">347</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h512">The sands of time are wasting,</a> </td><td class="tr">512</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h390">The Savior bids thee watch and pray,</a> </td><td class="tr">390</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h465">The solemn service now is done,</a> </td><td class="tr">465</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h520">This is not my place of resting,</a> </td><td class="tr">520</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h165">Thou! whose almighty word,</a> </td><td class="tr">165</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h71">Thy law is perfect, Lord of light,</a> </td><td class="tr">71</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h77">Thy way, O God, is in the sea,</a> </td><td class="tr">77</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h38">Thy presence, gracious God, afford,</a> </td><td class="tr">38</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h497">Thy will be done! In devious way,</a> </td><td class="tr">497</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h481">Till he come! oh, let the word,</a> </td><td class="tr">481</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h200">'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,</a> </td><td class="tr">200</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h117">'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow,</a> </td><td class="tr">117</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h252">'Tis the promise of God,</a> </td><td class="tr">252</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h536">'Tis thine alone, almighty name,</a> </td><td class="tr">536</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h222">To-day the Savior calls,</a> </td><td class="tr">222</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h297">To thee, my God and Savior,</a> </td><td class="tr">297</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h438">Triumphant Zion! lift thy head,</a> </td><td class="tr">438</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h478">'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,</a> </td><td class="tr">478</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h538">Unfurl the Temperance Banner,</a> </td><td class="tr">538</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h491">Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,</a> </td><td class="tr">491</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h185">Vain are the hopes the sons of men,</a> </td><td class="tr">185</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h545">Wake, wake the song! our glad,</a> </td><td class="tr">545</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h351">Walk in the light! so shall thou know,</a> </td><td class="tr">351</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h499">Wayfarers in the wilderness,</a> </td><td class="tr">499</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h408">We are living, we are dwelling,</a> </td><td class="tr">408</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h333">We bless thee for thy peace, O God,</a> </td><td class="tr">333</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h405">We give thee but thine own,</a> </td><td class="tr">405</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h191">We have heard the joyful sound,</a> </td><td class="tr">191</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h482">We long to move and breathe in thee,</a> </td><td class="tr">482</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h105">We may not climb the heavenly steeps,</a> </td><td class="tr">105</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h315">We praise thee, O God, for the Son,</a> </td><td class="tr">315</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h524">We shall meet beyond the river,</a> </td><td class="tr">524</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h49">Welcome, delightful morn,</a> </td><td class="tr">49</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h259">Welcome, O Savior! to my heart,</a> </td><td class="tr">259</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h50">Welcome, sacred day of rest,</a> </td><td class="tr">50</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h43">Welcome! sweet day of rest,</a> </td><td class="tr">43</td></tr> +<!-- script: pg("396") --> +<tr><td><a href="#h395">What a Friend we have in Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">395</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h104">What grace, O Lord, and beauty, shone,</a> </td><td class="tr">104</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h103">What means this glorious radiance,</a> </td><td class="tr">103</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h515">When I can read my title clear,</a> </td><td class="tr">515</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h133">When I view my Savior bleeding,</a> </td><td class="tr">133</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h119">When I survey the wondrous cross,</a> </td><td class="tr">119</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h422">When Jesus comes to reward his,</a> </td><td class="tr">422</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h251">When peace like a river,</a> </td><td class="tr">251</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h47">When the worn spirit wants repose,</a> </td><td class="tr">47</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h506">When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt,</a> </td><td class="tr">506</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h187">When wounded sore, the stricken soul,</a> </td><td class="tr">187</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h479">While in sweet communion feeding,</a> </td><td class="tr">479</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h96">While shepherds watched their flocks,</a> </td><td class="tr">96</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h219">Who'll be the next to follow Jesus,</a> </td><td class="tr">219</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h493">Why do we mourn departing friends,</a> </td><td class="tr">493</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h207">Why do you wait, dear brother,</a> </td><td class="tr">207</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h495">Why should our tears in sorrow flow,</a> </td><td class="tr">495</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h169">Why should the children of a King,</a> </td><td class="tr">169</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h157">With joy we mediate the grace,</a> </td><td class="tr">157</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h431">With stately towers and bulwarks,</a> </td><td class="tr">431</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h462">With thine own pity Savior, see,</a> </td><td class="tr">462</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h470">Witness, ye men and angels! now,</a> </td><td class="tr">470</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h416">Work, for the night is coming,</a> </td><td class="tr">416</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h242">Would you lose your load of sin,</a> </td><td class="tr">242</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h29">Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,</a> </td><td class="tr">29</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h83">Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,</a> </td><td class="tr">83</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h453">Yes, we trust the day is breaking,</a> </td><td class="tr">453</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h209">Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,</a> </td><td class="tr">209</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h430">Yield not to temptation,</a> </td><td class="tr">430</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h444">Zion, dreary and in anguish,</a> </td><td class="tr">444</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#h440">Zion stands with hills surrounded,</a> </td><td class="tr">440</td></tr> +</table> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Otterbein Hymnal, by Edmund S. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Otterbein Hymnal + For Use in Public and Social Worship + +Author: Edmund S. Lorenz + +Release Date: August 6, 2005 [EBook #16455] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Stephen Hutcheson +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +THE + +OTTERBEIN HYMNAL + +FOR USE IN + +PUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP. + + +PREPARED BY + +EDMUND S. LORENZ. + + +DAYTON, OHIO: + +UNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE, + +1892. + + +The General Conference of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ, +at its session in May, 1886, ordered,-- + +"That a small hymnal, adapted to general church purposes, be published +soon." + +_ADVISORY COMMITTEE_ + +MUSICAL. + +SAMUEL E. KUMLER. +CALVIN H. LYON. +MRS. A.R. SHAUCK. +JUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK + +LITERARY. + +PROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D. + + +COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT. + + + + +Introduction + + +The General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal +that should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance +with these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged +for its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the +Church, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly +competent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined +it in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It +is pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for +every phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity +and stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and +sprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here +for the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail +with delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many +of us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers +sang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social +meetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully +recommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it +will speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every +United Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that +it will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered +members. + + A. WEAVER, + _Senior Bishop._ +DAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +To he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian +life characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of +the United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian +experience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased +it--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its +church activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for +its full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for +revival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church +life, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been +forgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and +songs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it +seeks to express. + +In order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical +culture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by +side with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone +for lack of literary and musical grace. + +Doubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body +of popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to +include everything desirable in so small a volume. + +To the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, who +kindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of the +editor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very +helpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book. +The valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves +most kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable +copyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear, +will accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages. + +That this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands of +the workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the +accomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts +the same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the +editor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L. + +DAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890. +(Otterbein Hymnal.) + + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + +WORSHIP: NOS. + General Praise 1-29 + Sanctuary 30-42 + Sabbath Day 43-51 + Morning and Evening 52-61 +HOLY SCRIPTURES 62-71 +GOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES 72-93 +CHRIST: + Incarnation and Birth 91-103 + Life and Character 104-116 + Suffering and Death 117-140 + Resurrection and Ascension 141-153 + Exaltation and Reign 154-163 +HOLY SPIRIT 164-177 +MAN'S LOST ESTATE: + Man a Sinner 178-185 + Atonement Provided 186-201 + Invitation 202-225 + Warning 226-231 + Repentance 232-241 +THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: + Conversion 242-255 + Consecration 256-285 + Love and Praise to Christ 286-329 + Graces and Privileges 330-354 + Faith and Trust 355-378 + Affliction 379-383 + Prayer 384-399 + Christian Activity 400-422 + Christian Warfare 423-433 +THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH: + Security and Success 434-444 + Missions 445-459 + Ministry 460-465 + Church Fellowship 466-473 + Ordinances 474-483 +THE LIFE BEYOND: + Death 484-505 + Judgment 506-509 + Eternity and Heaven 510-531 +MISCELLANEOUS 532-548 + + + + +THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL. + + +1 Gloria Patri. + +Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the + Holy Ghost, +As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, + world without end. + Amen. + + +2 Gloria Patri. + +Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, +As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. + Amen. + + +3 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Psalm 100._ (1) + +Before Jehovah'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 are his people, we his care-- + Our souls, and all our mortal frame; +What lasting honors shall we rear, + Almighty Maker, to thy name? + +4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, + High as the heavens our voices raise; +And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, + Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. + +5 Wide as the world is thy command; + Vast as eternity thy love; +Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, + When rolling years shall cease to move. + + Isaac Watts. + + +4 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_All Men Invited to Praise God._ (3) + +From all that dwell below the skies +Let the Creator's praise arise; +Let the Redeemer's name be sung, +Through every land, by every tongue. + +2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; +Eternal truth attends thy word; +Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, +Till suns shall rise and set no more. + +3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, +In songs of praise divinely sing: +The great salvation loud proclaim, +And shout for joy the Savior's name. + +4 In every land begin the song; +To every land the strains belong; +In cheerful sounds all voices raise, +And till the world with loudest praise. + + Isaac Watts, 1713. + + +5 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Psalm 103._ (6) + +Awake, my soul, awake my tongue, +My God demands the grateful song; +Let all my inmost powers record +The wondrous mercy of the Lord. + +2 Divinely free his mercy flows, +Forgives my sins, allays my woes, +And bids approaching death remove, +And crowns me with indulgent love. + +3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, +Forever shines, while time decays; +And children's children shall record +The truth and goodness of the Lord. + +4 While all his works his praise proclaim +And men and angels bless his name, +Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue +Attend, and join the blissful song! + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +6 Old Hundred. L.M. + +_Doxology._ + +Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; +Praise him, all creatures here below; +Praise him above, ye heavenly host; +Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. + + Thos. Ken. + + +7 Lord of All Being. L.M. + +_Omnipresence._ (17) + +Lord of all being! throned afar, +Thy glory flames from sun and star; +Center and soul of ev'ry sphere, +Yet to each loving heart how near! + +2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray +Sheds on our path the glow of day; +Star of our hope! thy softened light +Cheers the long watches of the night. + +3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; +Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; +Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; +All, save the clouds of sin, are thine. + +4 Grant us thy truth to make us free, +And kindling hearts that burnt for thee, +Till all thy living altars claim +One holy light, one heavenly flame. + + Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848. + + +8 Duke Street. L.M. + +_The Majesty of God._ (7) + +Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, +Attempt thy great Creator's praise; +But oh! what tongue can speak his fame? +What mortal verse can reach the theme? + +2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres, +He glory like a garment wears; +To form a robe of light divine, +Ten thousand suns around him shine. + +3 In all our Master's grand designs, +Omnipotence with wisdom shines; +His works, through all this wondrous frame, +Bear the great impress of his name. + +4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing, +Do thou, my soul! his glories sing; +And let his praise employ thy tongue, +Till listening worlds applaud the song. + + Thomas Blacklock, 1754. + + +9 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Life-long Praise._ (12) + +God of my life! through all my days +My grateful powers shall sound my praise; +The song shall wake with opening light, +And warble to the silent night. + +2 When anxious cares would break my rest, +And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, +Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, +Shall check the murmur and the sigh. + +3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, +And all its powers of language fail, +Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, +And mean the thanks I cannot speak. + +4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, +Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, +And emulate, with joy unknown, +The growing seraphs round thy throne. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +10 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Psalm 106._ (15) + +Oh, render thanks to God above, +The fountain of eternal love; +Whose mercy firm, through ages past, +Hath stood, and shall forever last. + +2 Who can his mighty deeds express, +Not only vast--but numberless? +What mortal eloquence can raise +His tribute of immortal praise? + +3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, +Thou to thy chosen dost afford; +When thou return'st to set them free. +Let thy salvation visit me. + + Tate-Brady. + + +11 Rockingham. L.M. + +_God Revealed in Christ._ (600) + +Now to the Lord, a noble song! +Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue, +Hosanna to th' eternal name, +And all his boundless love proclaim. + +2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,-- +The brightest image of his grace! +God, in the person of his Son, +Has all his mightiest works outdone. + +3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme; +My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: +Ye angels! dwell upon the sound; +Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground. + +4 Oh! may I live to reach the place, +Where he unveils his lovely face, +Where all his beauties you behold, +And sing his name to harps of gold. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +12 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Unceasing Praise._ (13) + +My God! my King! thy various praise +Shall fill the remnant of my days; +Thy grace employ my humble tongue, +Till death and glory raise the song. + +2 The wings of every hour shall bear +Some thankful tribute to thine ear; +And every setting sun shall see +New works of duty, done for thee. + +3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? +Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; +Vast and unsearchable thy ways-- +Vast and immortal be thy praise. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +13 Otterbein. L.M. + +_Psalm 95._ (4) + +Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, +Loud thanks to our Almighty King! +For we our voices high should raise, +When our salvation's Rock we praise. + +2 Into his presence let us haste, +To thank him for his favors past; +To him address, in joyful songs, +The praise that to his name belongs. + +3 Oh, let us to his courts repair, +And bow with adoration there; +Down on our knees, devoutly, all +Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. + + Nahum Tate, 1696. + + +14 Park Street. L.M. + +_Joining in Praise._ (75) + +Sweet is the work, my God! my King! +To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; +To show thy love by morning light, +And talk of all thy truth at night. + +2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; +No mortal care shall seize my breast; +O may my heart in tune be found, +Like David's harp of solemn sound. + +3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, +And bless his works, and bless his word; +Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! +How deep thy counsels! how divine! + + Isaac Watts. + + +15 Harvey's Chant. C. M. + +_The Goodness of God in His Works._ (26) + +Hail! great Creator, wise and good! + To thee our songs we raise; +Nature, through all her various scenes, + Invites us to thy praise. + +2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, + Fresh wonders strike our view; +And, while we gaze, our hearts exult + With transports ever new. + +3 Thy glory beams in every star, + Which gilds the gloom of night; +And decks the smiling face of morn + With rays of cheerful light. + +4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, + Thy varied love we see; +Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led + Through all thy works to thee. + + Anon. 1795. + + +16 Harvey's Chant. C.M. + +_Praise at all Times._ (27) + +My soul shall praise thee, O my God + Through all my mortal days, +And in eternity prolong + Thy vast, thy boundless praise. + +2 In every smiling, happy hour, + Be this my sweet employ; +Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, + And heightens all my joy. + +3 When anxious grief and gloomy care + Afflict my throbbing breast, +My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, + And lull each pain to rest. + +4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim + The honors of my God; +My life, with all its active powers, + Shall spread thy praise abroad. + +5 And when these lips shall cease to move, + When death shall close these eyes, +My soul shall then to nobler heights + Of joy and transport rise. + + O. Heigenbotham. + + +17 Harvey's Chant. C.M. + +_Psalm 66._ (24) + +Lift up to God the voice of praise, + Whose breath our souls inspired; +Loud, and more loud the anthem raise, + With grateful ardor fired. + +2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, + Whose goodness, passing thought, +Loads every minute as it flies, + With benefits unsought. + +3 Lift up to God the voice of praise + From whom salvation flows, +Who sent his Son, our souls to save + From everlasting woes. + +4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, + For hope's transporting ray, +Which lights, through darkest shades of death, + To realms of endless day. + + Ralph Wardlaw, 1803. + + +18 Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s. + +_Adoration._ + +Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! + Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; +Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! + God over all and blest eternally. + +2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee, + Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; +Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, + Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be. + +3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee, + Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; +Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee; + Perfect in power, in love, and purity. + +4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! + All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; +Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! + God over all, and blest eternally. + + Reginald Heber--_alt._ + + +19 Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s. + +_Psalm 95._ (18) + +Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, + And in his strength rejoice; +When his salvation is our theme, + Exalted be our voice. + +2 With thanks approach his awful sight, + And psalms of honor sing; +The Lord's a God of boundless might-- + The whole creation's King. + +3 Come, and with humble souls adore; + Come, kneel before his face; +Oh, may the creatures of his power + Be children of his grace. + +4 Now is the time--he bends his ear, + And waits for your request; +Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, + "Ye shall not see my rest." + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +20 St. Thomas. S.M. + +_Bless the Lord._ (29) + +Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! + Let all within me join, +And aid my tongue to bless his name, + Whose favors are divine. + +2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, + Nor let his mercies lie +Forgotten in unthankfulness, + And without praises die. + +3 'Tis he forgives thy sins-- + 'Tis he relieves thy pain-- +'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, + And gives thee strength again. + +4 He crowns thy life with love, + When ransomed from the grave; +He who redeemed my soul from hell, + Hath sovereign power to save. + + Isaac Watts. + + +21 Silver Street. S.M. + +_Psalm 103._ (34) + +Come, sound his praise abroad, + And hymns of glory sing; +Jehovah is the sov'reign God, + The universal king. + +2 He formed the deeps unknown; + He gave the seas their bound; +The watery worlds are all his own, + And all the solid ground. + +3 Come, worship at his throne; + Come, bow before the Lord; +We are his works, and not our own; + He formed us by his word. + +4 To-day attend his voice, + Nor dare provoke his rod; +Come, like the people of his choice, + And own your gracious God. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +22 Gates of Praise. + +_Gates of Praise._ + +Lift up the Gates of Praise, + That we may enter in, +And o'er salvation's walls proclaim + That Christ redeems from sin. + +Cho.--The stars may praise the hand + That decks the sky above, + But man alone can tell the pow'r + Of Christ's redeeming love. + +2 God's works reveal his might, + His majesty and grace; +But not the tender Father's love + That saves a dying race. + +3 Then let the voice of praise + To heavenly courts ascend, +Till with the songs the angels sing + Our hallelujahs blend. + +4 To him that hath redeemed + Our souls from sin's dark maze; +The Hope and Savior of mankind, + Be everlasting praise. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +23 Leighton. S.M. + +_Exhortation to Praise._ (32) + +Stand up, and bless the Lord, + Ye people of his choice! +Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,. + With heart, and soul, and voice. + +2 Though high above all praise, + Above all blessing high, +Who would not fear his holy name, + And laud and magnify? + +3 Oh, for the living flame + From his own altar brought, +To touch our lips, our minds inspire, + And wing to heaven our thought! + +4 God is our strength and song, + And his salvation ours; +Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, + With all our ransomed powers. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +24 Wilmot. 8s & 7s. + +_Psalm 148._ (53) + +Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him; + Praise him, angels in the height! +Sun and moon! rejoice before him; + Praise him, all ye stars of light! + +2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; + Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; +Laws, which never shall be broken, + For their guidance he hath made. + +3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; + Never shall his promise fail; +God hath made his saints victorious; + Sin and death shall not prevail. + +4 Praise the God of our salvation, + Hosts on high! his power proclaim +Heaven and earth, and all creation! + Laud and magnify his name. + + John Kempthorne, 1810. + + +25 Horton. 7s. + +_Psalm 107._ (50) + +Thank and praise Jehovah's name; + For his mercies, firm and sure, +From eternity the same + To eternity endure. + +2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, + Gathered out of every land; +As the people of his choice, + Plucked from the destroyer's hand. + +3 Praise him, ye who know his love; + Praise him from the depths beneath; +Praise him in the heights above; + Praise your Maker all that breathe. + +4 For his truth and mercy stand, + Past, and present, and to be, +Like the years of his right hand-- + Like his own eternity. + + James Montgomery, 1822. + + +26 Hallelujah! 8s & 7s. + +_Praise the Lord._ + +Hallelujah! song of gladness; + Song of everlasting joy; +Hallelujah! song the sweetest + That can angel hosts employ. + +Cho.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah! + Praise ye the Lord! + +2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, + Thou mayst lift this joyful strain; +Hallelujah! songs of triumph, + Well befit the ransomed train. + +3 Hallelujah! let our voices + Rise to heav'n with full accord; +Hallelujah! ev'ry moment + Brings us nearer to the Lord. + +4 But our earnest supplication, + Holy God, we raise to thee; +Bring us to thy blissful presence. + Let us all thy glory see. + + Anon. + + +27 Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s. + +_The Universal Song._ + +Praise to thee, thou great Creator! + Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue; +Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, + Join the universal song. + +Cho.--Glory to the Father and the Son, + Glory to the Spirit! three in one! + Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day, + And sing his loving kindness on our way. + +2 Father! source of all compassion! + Pure, unbounded grace is thine; +Hail the Lord of our salvation! + Praise him for his love divine. + +3 For ten thousand blessings given, + For the hope of future joy, +Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, + Sound Jehovah's praise on high. + +4 Praise to God, our great Creator! + Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; +Praise him, ev'ry living creature, + Earth and heav'n's united host. + + J. W. Fawcett, 1767. + + +28 Lyons. 10s & 11s. + +_Praise of Divine Love._ + +O worship the King, all-glorious above, +And gratefully sing his wonderful love; +Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, +Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise. + +2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? +It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; +It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, +And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. + +3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, +In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; +Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end, +Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! + +4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love! +While angels delight to hymn thee above, +The humbler creation, though feeble their lays. +With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. + + Sir Robert Grant, 1839. + + +29 Lyons. 10s & 11s. + +_Salvation to God._ + +Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, +And publish abroad his wonderful name. +The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol; +His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. + +2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; +And still he is nigh, his presence we have; +The great congregation his triumph shall sing, +Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. + +3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne," +Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son; +Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,-- +Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. + + C. Wesley, 1744. + + +30 Gerar. S.M. + +_The Glories of the Sanctuary._ (128) + +How charming is the place + Where my Redeemer God +Unveils the glories of his face, + And sheds his love abroad! + +2 Here, on the mercy seat, + With radiant glory crowned, +Our joyful eyes behold him sit, + And smile on all around. + +3 To him their prayers and cries, + Each contrite soul presents; +And while he hears their humble sighs + He grants them all their wants. + +4 Give me, O Lord, a place + Within thy blest abode; +Among the children of thy grace, + The servants of my God. + + S. Stennett. + + +31 Hendon. 7s. + +_A Blessing Implored._ (134) + +Lord! we come before thee now; +At thy feet we humbly bow; +Oh, do not our suit disdain; +Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? + +2 Send some message from thy word, +That may joy and peace afford; +Let thy Spirit now impart +Full salvation to each heart. + +3 Comfort those who weep and mourn; +Let the time of joy return; +Those that are cast down lift up, +Strong in faith, in love, and hope. + +4 Grant that those who seek may find +Thee, a God sincere and kind; +Heal the sick, the captive free, +Let us all rejoice in thee. + + William Hammond, 1745. + + +32 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Opening of Service._ (137) + +In thy name, O Lord! assembling, + We, thy people, now draw near; +Teach us to rejoice with trembling; + Speak, and let thy servants hear-- + Hear with meekness-- + Hear thy word with godly fear. + +2 While our days on earth are lengthened, + May we give them, Lord, to thee; +Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, + May we run, nor weary be, + Till thy glory + Without clouds in heaven we see. + +3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, + Thee thy people shall adore; +Tasting of enjoyment greater + Far than thought conceived before; + Full enjoyment, + Full, unmixed, and evermore. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +33 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Close of Service._ (141) + +Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, + Fill our hearts with joy and peace; +Let us each, thy love possessing, + Triumph in redeeming grace; + Oh! refresh us, + Traveling through this wilderness. + +2 Thanks we give and adoration, + For thy gospel's joyful sound; +May the fruits of thy salvation + In our hearts and lives abound; + May thy presence + With us, evermore, be found. + +3 So, whene'er the signal's given, + Us from earth to call away, +Borne on angel's wings to heaven, + Glad the summons to obey, + We shall surely + Reign with Christ in endless day. + + Walter Shirley, 1774. + + +34 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Plea for Parting Blessing._ (139) + +God of our salvation! hear us; + Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go; +When we join the world, be near us, + Lest we cold and careless grow. + Savior! keep us; + Keep us safe from every foe. + +2 As our steps are drawing nearer + To our everlasting home, +May our view of heaven grow clearer, + Hope more bright of joys to come; + And, when dying, + May thy presence cheer the gloom. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +35 Mendon. L.M. + +_Psalm 84._ (119) + +Great God! attend while Zion sings +The joy that from thy presence springs; +To spend one day with thee on earth +Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. + +2 Might I enjoy the meanest place +Within thy house, O God of grace! +Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, +Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. + +3 God is our sun, he makes our day; +God is our shield, he guards our way +From all th' assaults of hell and sin, +From foes without and foes within. + +4 All needful grace will God bestow, +And crown that grace with glory too; +He gives us all things, and withholds +No real good from upright souls. + +5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway +The glorious hosts of heaven obey, +And devils at thy presence flee; +Blest is the man that trusts in thee! + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +36 Mendon L.M. + +_The Presence of Christ._ (124) + +How sweet to leave the world awhile, + And seek the presence of our Lord! +Dear Savior! on thy people smile, + And come, according to thy word. + +2 From busy scenes we now retreat, + That we may here converse with thee: +Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;-- + Let this the gate of heaven be. + +3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear, + That we by faith may see thy face; +Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear + And let thy presence fill this place. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +37 Mendon. L.M. + +_Psalm 84._ (127) + +How pleasant, how divinely fair, +O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! +With long desire my spirit faints, +To meet the assemblies of thy saints. + +2 My flesh would rest in thine abode; +My panting heart cries out for God; +My God! my King! why should I be +So far from all my joys and thee? + +3 Blest are the souls who find a place +Within the temple of thy grace; +There they behold thy gentler rays, +And seek thy face and learn thy praise. + +4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set +To find the way to Zion's gate; +God is their strength, and through the road +They lean upon their helper, God. + +5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, +Till all shall meet in heaven at length; +Till all before thy face appear, +And join in nobler worship there. + + Isaac Watts, 1719 + + +38 Ward. L.M. + +_Before Sermon._ (122) + +Thy presence, gracious God! afford: +Prepare us to receive thy word; +Now let thy voice engage our ear, +And faith be mixed with what we hear. + +2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, +And fix our hearts and hopes above; +With food divine may we be fed +And satisfied with living bread. + +3 To us thy sacred word apply, +With sovereign power and energy; +And may we, in thy faith and fear, +Reduce to practice what we hear. + +4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; +Teach us to know and do thy will; +Thy saving power and love display. +And guide us to the realms of day. + + John Fawcett. 1782. + + +39 Migdol. L.M. + +_Acts 2:1._ (792) + +Command thy blessing from above + O God, on all assembled here; +Behold us with a Father's love, + While we look up with filial fear. + +2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! + May we thy true disciples be; +Speak to each heart the mighty word-- + Say to the weakest, follow me. + +3 Command thy blessing in this hour, + Spirit of truth! and till the place +With wounding and with healing power, + With quickening and confirming grace. + +4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide, + One true, eternal God confessed; +Whom thou hast joined none may divide, + None dare to curse whom thou hast blest. + + James Montgomery + + +40 Mear. C.M. + +_God's Presence in Sanctuary_. (111) + +Again our earthly cares we leave, + And in thy courts appear; +Again, with joyful feet, we come + To meet our Savior here. + +2 Within those walls let holy peace. + And love, and concord dwell; +Here give the troubled conscience ease-- + The wounded spirit heal. + +3 The feeling heart, the melting eye. + The humble mind bestow; +And shine upon us from on high, + To make our graces grow. + +4 May we in faith receive thy word, + In faith present our prayers; +And in the presence of our Lord, + Unbosom all our cares. + +5 Shew us some token of thy love, + Our fainting hope to raise; +And pour thy blessing from above, + That we may render praise. + + John Newton, 1779, _a._ + + +41 Mear. C.M. + +_Dedication_. (1175) + +Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands, + Built over earth and sea! +Accept the walls that human hands + Have raised to worship thee. + +2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send, + Within these walls t' abide, +The peace that dwelleth without end + Serenely by thy side! + +3 May erring minds, that worship here, + Be taught the better way; +And they who mourn, and they who fear, + Be strengthened as they pray. + +4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, + And pure devotion rise, +While, round these hallowed walls, the storm + Of earth-born passion dies. + + William C. Bryant, 1835 + + +42 Mear. C.M. + +_Psalm 122._ (106) + +How did my heart rejoice to hear + My friends devoutly say-- +"In Zion let us all appear-- + And keep the solemn day!" + +2 I love her gates, I love the road; + The church, adorned with grace, +Stands like a palace, built for God + To show his milder face. + +3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, + The holy tribes repair; +The Son of David holds his throne, + And sits in judgment there. + +4 He hears our praises and complaints; + And, while his awful voice +Divides the sinners from the saints, + We tremble and rejoice. + +5 Peace be within this sacred place, + And joy a constant guest! +With holy gifts and heavenly grace + By her attendants blest! + +6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, + While life or breath remains; +There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, + There God, my Saviour, reigns. + + Isaac Watts, 1719 + + +43 Lisbon. S.M. + +_The Sabbath Welcomed._ (81) + +Welcome! sweet day of rest, + That saw the Lord arise! +Welcome to this reviving breast, + And these rejoicing eyes! + +2 The King himself comes near, + And feasts his saints to-day; +Here we may sit and see him here, + And love, and praise, and pray. + +3 One day in such a place, + Where thou, my God, art seen, +Is sweeter than ten thousand days + Of pleasurable sin. + +4 My willing soul would stay + In such a frame as this, +And sit and sing herself away + To everlasting bliss. + + Isaac Watts, 1707 + + +44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Sabbath Holy._ + +O day of rest and gladness, + O day of joy and light! +O balm of care and sadness, + Most beautiful, most bright! +On thee, the high and lowly, + Before th' eternal throne, +Sing Holy! Holy! Holy! + To the great Three in One. + +2 On thee, at the creation. + The light first had its birth; +On thee for our salvation, + Christ rose from depths of earth. +On thee, our Lord, victorious, + The Spirit sent from heaven, +And thus on thee, most glorious, + A triple light was given. + +3 New graces ever gaining + From this our day of rest, +We reach the rest remaining + To spirits of the blest; +To Holy Ghost be praises, + To Father and to Son; +The church her voice upraises + To thee, blest Three in One. + + Christopher Wordsworth, 1858. + + +45 Auburn. C.M. + +_Sweet Day of Rest._ (66) + +Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, + On this sweet day of rest; +Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold + Enjoy a heavenly rest. + +2 Welcome, and precious to my soul + Are these sweet days of love; +But what a Sabbath shall I keep + When I shall rest above! + +3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray; + Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace; +Here, in thine own appointed way, + I wait to see thy face. + +4 Those are the sweet and precious days + On which my Lord I've seen; +And oft, when feasting on his word, + In raptures I have been. + +5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears. + In this sweet frame be found, +I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms, + And leave this earthly ground. + + John Mason, 1683. + + +46 Auburn. C.M. + +_Sabbath Morn._ (60) + +How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn + Along the eastern skies! +So, when the night of time hath gone, + Eternity shall rise. + +2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! + How soon the gloom hath fled! +So o'er the new created sight + Celestial bliss is spread. + +3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, + Through all the stilly air! +So calm may we this Sabbath be, + And free from worldly care. + +4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade + Our bosoms all our days; +And let each passing hour be made + A herald of thy praise. + +5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet + It flows from Jesus' breast; +It makes our bliss on earth complete, + It brings eternal rest. + + Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840 + + +47 Auburn. C.M. + +_The Lord's Day Morning._ (65) + +When the worn spirit wants repose, + And sighs her God to seek, +How sweet to hail the evening's close + That ends the weary week! + +2 How sweet to hail the early dawn + That opens on the sight, +When first that soul-reviving morn + Sheds forth new rays of light! + +3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; + Yet, while they gently roll, +Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, + A Sabbath o'er my soul. + +4 When will my pilgrimage be done, + The world's long week be o'er, +That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, + That day which fades no more? + + James Edmeston, 1820. + + +48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines. + +_Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94) + +Safely thro' another week, + God has bro't us on our way; +Let us now a blessing seek, + Waiting in his courts to-day; +Day of all the week the best, +Emblem of eternal rest. + +2 While we seek supplies of grace + Through the dear Redeemer's name, +Show thy reconciling face; + Take away our sin and shame; +From our worldly cares set free; +May we rest, this day, in thee. + +3 May the gospel's joyful sound + Conquer sinners, comfort saints, +Make the fruits of grace abound, + Bring relief from all complaints; +Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, +Till we join the church above. + + John Newton, 1779. _a._ + + +49 Lischer. (German.) H.M. + +_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98) + +Welcome, delightful morn! + Thou day of sacred rest; +I hail thy kind return; + Lord, make these moments blest; +From the low train of mortal toys +I soar to reach immortal joys. + +2 Now may the King descend, + And fill his throne of grace; +Thy scepter, Lord, extend, + While saints address thy face! +Let sinners feel thy quickening word, +And learn to know and fear the Lord. + +3 Descend, celestial Dove, + With all thy quickening powers; +Disclose a Savior's love, + And bless the sacred hours; +Then shall my soul new life obtain, +Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. + + Hayward, 1806. + + +50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8. + +_The Day of Rest._ (91) + +Welcome, sacred day of rest! + Sweet repose from worldly care; +Day above all days the best, + When our souls for heav'n prepare; +Day, when our Redeemer rose, + Victor o'er the hosts of hell; +Thus he vanquished all our foes; + Let our lips his glory tell. + +2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, + When we hear thy holy word; +When we sing thy praise, and pray, + Earth can no such joys afford; +But a better rest remains, + Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days, +Rest from sin, and rest from pains, + Endless joys and endless praise. + + William Brown, 1822. + + +51 Last Hope. 7s. + +_Sabbath Evening._ (93) + +Softly fades the twilight ray +Of the holy Sabbath day; +Gently as life's setting sun, +When the Christian's course is run. + +2 Night her solemn mantle spreads +O'er the earth as daylight fades; +All things tell of calm repose +At the holy Sabbath's close. + +3 Peace is on the world abroad; +'Tis the holy peace of God-- +Symbol of the peace within, +When the spirit rests from sin. + +4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be +Days of peace and joy in thee, +Till in heav'n our souls repose, +Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. + + Samuel F. Smith, 1843. + + +52 Lowry. L.M. + +_Morning Praise._ + +Awake, my soul, and with the sun +Thy daily stage of duty run; +Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise +To pay thy morning sacrifice. + +2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, +And with the angels bear thy part, +Who all night long unwearied sing +High praises to th' eternal King. + +3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, +And hast refreshed me when I slept; +Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, +I may of endless life partake. + +4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; +Scatter my sins as morning dew; +Guard my first springs of thought and will, +And with thyself my spirit fill. + + Bp. Ken, 1709. + + +53 Vigil. S.M. + +_Morning Song._ (1169) + +See how the morning sun +Pursues his shining way; +And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, +With ev'ry bright'ning ray. + +2 Thus would my rising soul +Its heavenly Parent sing, +And to its great Original +The humble tribute bring. + +3 Serene I laid me down, +Beneath his guardian care; +I slept, and I awoke, and found +My kind Preserver near. + +4 My life I would anew +Devote, O Lord, to thee; +And in thy service I would spend +A long eternity. + + T. Scott. + + +54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s. + +_Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171) + +Savior, breathe an evening blessing, + E'er repose our spirits seal; +Sin and want we come confessing, + Thou canst save and thou canst heal. + +2 Though destruction walk around us, + Though the arrows past us fly; +Angel guards from thee surround us, + We are safe if thou art nigh. + +3 Though the night be dark and dreary, + Darkness cannot hide from thee; +Thou art he who, never weary, + Watchest where thy people be. + +4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, + And our couch become our tomb, +May the morn in heaven awake us, + Clad in bright and deathless bloom. + + James Edmeston, 1820. + + +55 Hursley. L.M. + +_Evening Hymn._ (1165) + +Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, + It is not night if thou be near; +Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise + To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. + +2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep + My weary eye-lids gently steep, +Be my last thought, how sweet to rest + Forever on my Savior's breast. + +3 Abide with me from morn till eve, + For without thee I cannot live; +Abide with me when night is nigh, + For without thee I dare not die. + +4 Come near and bless us when we wake, + Ere thro' the world our way we take, +Till in the ocean of thy love + We lose ourselves in heaven above. + + Rev. J. Keble, 1827. + + +56 Eventide. 10s. + +_Evening of the Day._ + +Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; +The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! +When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, +Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! + +2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, +But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, +Familiar, condescending, patient, free, +Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me. + +3 I need thy presence every passing hour; +What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? +Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? +Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! + +4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; +Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away: +Change and decay in all around I see; +O thou, who changest not, abide with me! + + Henry Francis Lyte, 1847. + + +57 Eventide. 10s. + +_Closing Hymn._ + +Savior, again to thy dear name we raise +With one accord our parting hymn of praise; +We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, +And now, departing, wait thy word of peace. + +2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way; +With thee begun, with thee shall end the day; +Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, +That in this house have called upon thy name. + +3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; +Turn thou for us its darkness into light; +From harm and danger keep thy children free, +For dark and light are both alike to thee. + + John Ellerton, 1868. + + +58 Seymour, 7s. + +_Evening Devotion._ + +Softly now the light of day +Fades upon my sight away; +Free from care, from labor free, +Lord, I would commune with thee. + +2 Thou whose all pervading eye +Naught escapes without, within, +Pardon each infirmity, +Open fault, and secret sin. + +3 Soon, for me, the light of day +Shall forever pass away; +Then, from sin and sorrow free, +Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. + +4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known +All of man's infirmity; +Then from thine eternal throne, +Jesus, look with pitying eye. + + G.W. Doane, 1824. + + +59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s. + +_Evening Meditations._ + +Silently the shades of evening +Gather round my lowly door; +Silently they bring before me +Faces I shall see no more. + +2 O the lost, the unforgotten, +Tho' the world be oft forgot! +O the shrouded and the lonely! +In our hearts they perish not. + +3 Living in the silent hours, +Where our spirits only blend-- +They, unlinked with earthly trouble; +We, still hoping for its end. + +4 How such holy memories cluster, +Like the stars when storms are past; +Pointing up to that far heaven +We may hope to gain at last. + + C.C. Cox + + +60 Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain. + +_Evening Prayer_. + +Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining; +Father in heaven, the day is declining; +Safety and innocence flee with the light, +Temptation and danger walk forth with the night. +From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, +Shield us from danger, keep us from crime. + +Ref.--Father, have mercy, + Father, have mercy, + Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. + +2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call; +Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all. +Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might; +In doubting and darkness thy love be our light; +Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, +Wake in thine arms when morning returns. + + Selina Huntingdon + + +61 God Be With You. P.M. + +_Parting Blessing._ + +God be with you till we meet again, +By his counsels guide, uphold you, +With his sheep securely fold you, +God be with you till we meet again + +Cho.--Till we meet, till we meet, + Till we meet at Jesus' feet; + Till we meet, till we meet, + God be with you till we meet again. + +2 God be with you till we meet again, +'Neath his wings securely hide you, +Daily manna still provide you, +God be with you till we meet again. + +3 God be with you till we meet again, +When life's perils thick confound you, +Put his arms unfailing round you, +God be with you till we meet again. + +4 God be with you till we meet again, +Keep love's banner floating o'er you, +Smite death's threat'ning wave before you, +God be with you till we meet again. + + J.E. Rankin D.D. + + +62 Wonderful Words. P.M. + +_Words of Life._ + +Sing them over again to me, + Wonderful words of life, +Let me more of their beauty see, + Wonderful words of life, + Words of life and beauty, + Teach me faith and duty. + +Cho.--Beautiful words, wonderful words, + Wonderful words of life, + Beautiful words, wonderful words, + Wonderful words of life. + +2 Christ the blessed One gives to all + Wonderful words of life; +Sinner, list to the loving call, + Wonderful words of life; + All so freely given, + Wooing us to heaven. + +3 Sweetly echo the gospel call, + Wonderful words of life; +Offer pardon and peace to all, + Wonderful words of life; + Jesus, only Savior, + Sanctify forever. + + P.P. Bliss. + + +63 Give Me the Bible. P.M. + +_The Bible Desired._ + +Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, +To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed; +No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, +Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. + +Cho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining, + Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way. + Precept and promise, law and love combining, + Till night shall vanish in eternal day. + +2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, +When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; +Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, +Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near. + +3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, +Teach me the danger of these realms below; +That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten, +That light alone the path of peace can show. + +4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, +Hold up that splendor by the open grave; +Show me the light from heaven's shining portal, +Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +64 Shirland. S.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (170) + +Behold! the morning sun + Begins his glorious way; +His beams thro' all the nations run, + And life and light convey. + +2 But, where the gospel comes, + It spreads diviner light; +It calls dead sinners from the tombs + And gives the blind their sight. + +3 How perfect is thy word! + And all thy judgments just; +Forever sure thy promise, Lord! + And men securely trust. + +4 My gracious God! how plain + Are thy directions given! +Oh! may I never read in vain, + But find the path to heaven. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +65 Dallas. 7s. + +_Book Divine._ + +Holy Bible, book divine, + Precious treasure, thou art mine; +Mine to tell me whence I came; + Mine to teach me what I am. + +2 Mine to chide me when I rove; + Mine to show a Savior's love; +Mine thou art to guide and guard; + Mine to punish or reward. + +3 Mine to comfort in distress, + Suffering in this wilderness; +Mine to show, by living faith, + Man can triumph over death. + +4 Mine to tell of joys to come, + And the rebel sinner's doom; +O thou holy book divine, + Precious treasure, thou art mine. + + John Burton, 1805. + + +66 Evan. C.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (155) + +Lord! I have made thy word my choice, + My lasting heritage; +There shall my noblest powers rejoice, + My warmest thoughts engage. + +2 I'll read the histories of thy love, + And keep thy laws in sight, +While through the promises I rove, + With ever fresh delight. + +3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown + Where springs of life arise; +Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, + And hidden, glory lies. + +4 The best relief that mourners have-- + It makes our sorrows blest; +Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, + And our eternal rest. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +67 Evan. C.M. + +_The Latter Day._ (1018) + +Lord! send thy word, and let it fly, + Armed with thy Spirit's power; +Ten thousands shall confess its sway, + And bless the saving hour. + +2 Beneath the influence of its grace, + The barren wastes shall rise, +With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,-- + A blooming paradise. + +3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch + Her wings from shore to shore; +No trump shall rouse the rage of war, + Nor murderous cannon roar. + +4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days + Are in thy word foretold; +Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring + This promised age of gold. + +5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's + Unnumbered myriads cry; +Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven's + Unnumbered choirs reply. + + Thomas Gibbons, 1769. + + +68 Evan. C.M. + +_The Incomparable Richness of God's Word._ (150) + +Father of mercies, in thy word + What endless glory shines! +Forever be thy name adored + For these celestial lines. + +2 Here may the wretched sons of want + Exhaustless riches find-- +Riches above what earth can grant, + And lasting as the mind. + +3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, + And yields a free repast; +Sublimer sweets than nature knows + Invite the longing taste. + +4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice + Spreads heavenly peace around; +And life and everlasting joys + Attend the blissful sound. + +5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be + My ever dear delight; +And still new beauties may I see + And still increasing light. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +69 Devizes. C.M. + +_The Bible Our Light._ (149) + +How precious is the book divine, + By inspiration given! +Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, + To guide our souls to heaven. + +2 Its light, descending from above, + Our gloomy world to cheer, +Displays a Savior's boundless love, + And brings his glories near. + +3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, + In this dark vale of tears; +Life, light, and joy it still imparts, + And quells our rising fears. + +4 This lamp, through all the tedious night + Of life, shall guide our way, +Till we behold the clearer light + Of an eternal day. + + John Fawcett, 1782. + + +70 Devizes. C.M. + +_Psalm 119._ (158) + +How shall the young secure their hearts, + And guard their lives from sin? +Thy word the choicest rules imparts + To keep the conscience clean. + +2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, + That guides us all the day; +And, through the dangers of the night, + A lamp to lead our way. + +3 Thy precepts make me truly wise; + I hate the sinners' road; +I hate my own vain thoughts that rise + But love thy law, my God! + +4 Thy word is everlasting truth; + How pure is every page! +That holy book shall guide our youth, + And well support our age. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +71 Devizes. C.M. + +_Perfection of the Law and Testimony._ (154) + +Thy law is perfect, Lord of light; + Thy testimonies sure; +The statutes of thy realm are right, + And thy commandments pure. + +2 Let these, O God, my soul convert, + And make thy servant wise; +Let those be gladness to my ears-- + The dayspring to mine eyes. + +3 By these may I be warned betimes; + Who knows the guile within? +Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes; + Cleanse me from secret sin. + +4 So may the words my lips express-- + The thoughts that throng my mind-- +O Lord, my strength and righteousness, + With thee acceptance find. + + C. Wesley. + + +72 Manoah. C.M. + +_Faithfulness._ + +Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, + And speak some boundless thing; +The mighty works or mightier name + Of our eternal King. + +2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, + And sound his power abroad; +Sing the sweet promise of his grace, + And the performing God. + +3 His very word of grace is strong, + As that which built the skies; +The voice that rolls the stars along, + Speaks all the promises. + +4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue + But whisper, "Thou art mine!" +Those gentle words should raise my song + To notes almost divine. + + Isaac Watts. + + +73 Manoah. C.M. + +_Power_. + +The Lord, our God, is full of might, + The winds obey his will; +He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height, + The rolling sun stands still. + +2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land + With threatening aspect roar; +The Lord uplifts his awful hand, + And chains you to the shore. + +3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; + Without his high behest, +Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, + Disturb the sparrow's nest. + +4 His voice sublime is heard afar, + In distant peals it dies; +He yokes the whirlwind to his car, + And sweeps the howling skies. + +5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend; + Ye monarchs, wait his nod, +And bid the choral song ascend + To celebrate your God. + + H. Kirke White. + + +74 Manoah. C.M. + +_Eternity._ + +Great God! how infinite art thou! + What worthless worms are we! +Let the whole race of creatures bow, + And pay their praise to thee. + +2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, + Ere seas or stars were made: +Thou art the ever-living God, + Were all the nations dead. + +3 Eternity, with all its years, + Stands present in thy view; +To thee there's nothing old appears-- + Great God! there's nothing new. + +4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, + And vexed with trifling cares; +While thine eternal thought moves on + Thine undisturbed affairs. + +5 Great God! how infinite art thou! + What worthless worms are we! +Let the whole race of creatures bow. + And pay their praise to thee. + + Isaac Watts. + + +75 Italy. 6s & 4s. + +_The Trinity Adored._ (394) + +Come, thou Almighty King! +Help us thy name to sing, + Help us to praise; +Father all glorious! +O'er all victorious, +Come and reign over us, + Ancient of days! + +2 Come, thou incarnate Word! +Gird on thy mighty sword; + Our prayer attend: +Come, and thy people bless, +And give thy word success; +Spirit of holiness, + On us descend. + +3 Come, holy Comforter! +Thy sacred witness bear + In this glad hour: +Thou who almighty art, +Now rule in every heart, +And ne'er from us depart, + Spirit of power! + +4 To the great One in Three, +The highest praises be, + Hence, evermore! +His sovereign majesty +May we in glory see, +And to eternity + Love and adore. + + Charles Wesley, 1757. + + +76 All Saints. L.M. + +_Praise to the Trinity_ (391) + +Blest be the Father and his love, + To whose celestial source we owe +Rivers of endless joy above, + And rills of comfort here below. + +2 Glory to thee, great Son of God! + From whose dear, wounded body rolls +A precious stream of vital blood-- + Pardon and life for dying souls + +3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, + Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, +Makes living springs of grace arise, + And into boundless glory flow. + +4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son, + And God, the Spirit, we adore; +That sea of life and love unknown, + Without a bottom or a shore. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +77 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_God Incomprehensible._ (844) + +Thy way, O God! is in the sea, + Thy paths I cannot trace; +Nor comprehend the mystery + Of thine unbounded grace. + +2 'Tis but in part I know thy will; + I bless thee for the sight; +When will thy love the rest reveal, + In glory's clearer light? + +3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense + My captive soul surround; +Mysterious deeps of providence + My wondering thoughts confound. + +4 As through a glass I dimly see + The wonders of thy love; +How little do I know of thee, + Or of the joys above! + +5 With rapture I shall soon survey + Thy providence and grace; +And spend an everlasting day + In wonder, love, and praise. + + John Fawcett, 1782. + + +78 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Eternity of God._ (1071) + +O God! our help in ages past, + Our hope for years to come; +Our shelter from the stormy blast, + And our eternal home. + +2 Under the shadow of thy throne, + Still may we dwell secure; +Sufficient is thine arm alone, + And our defense is sure. + +3 Before the hills in order stood, + Or earth received her frame, +From everlasting thou art God, + To endless years the same. + +4 A thousand ages in thy sight + Are like an evening gone; +Short as the watch that ends the night, + Before the rising sun. + +5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, + With all their cares and fears, +Are carried downward by the flood, + And lost in following years. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +79 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Divine Perfections._ (182) + +I sing th' almighty power of God, + That made the mountains rise, +That spread the flowing seas abroad, + And built the lofty skies. + +2 I sing the wisdom that ordained + The sun to rule the day; +The moon shines full at his command, + And all the stars obey. + +3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, + That filled the earth with food; +He formed the creatures with his word, + And then pronounced them good. + +4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed + Where'er I turn mine eye! +If I survey the ground I tread, + Or gaze upon the sky. + + Isaac Watts. + + +80 Dundee. C.M. + +_Our Heavenly Father._ (21) + +My God how wonderful thou art! + Thy majesty how bright! +How beautiful thy mercy seat, + In depths of burning light. + +2 How dread are thine eternal years, + Oh, everlasting Lord! +By prostrate spirits day and night, + Incessantly adored. + +3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God! + With deepest, tenderest fears, +And worship thee with trembling hope, + And penitential tears. + +4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord! + Almighty as thou art, +For thou hast stooped to ask of me + The love of this poor heart. + +5 No earthly father loves like thee, + No mother, half so mild, +Bears and forbears as thou hast done + With me, thy sinful child. + +6 Father of Jesus! love's reward! + What rapture will it be, +Prostrate before thy throne to lie, + And gaze and gaze on thee. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849. + + +81 Dundee. C.M. + +_God's Ways Not Understood._ (848) + +God moves in a mysterious way, + His wonders to perform; +He plants his footsteps in the sea, + And rides upon the storm. + +2 Deep in unfathomable mines + Of never-failing skill, +He treasures up his bright designs, + And works his sovereign will. + +3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take; + The clouds ye so much dread, +Are big with mercy, and shall break + In blessings on your head. + +4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, + But trust him for his grace; +Behind a frowning providence, + He hides a smiling face. + +5 His purposes will ripen fast, + Unfolding every hour; +The bud may have a bitter taste, + But sweet will be the flower. + +6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, + And scan his work in vain; +God is his own interpreter, + And he will make it plain. + + William Cowper, 1772. + + +82 Dundee. C.M. + +_Majesty. Ps. 18._ + +The Lord descended from above, + And bowed the heavens most high; +And underneath his feet he cast + The darkness of the sky. + +2 On cherub and on cherubim + Full royally he rode; +And on the wings of mighty winds + Came flying all abroad. + +3 He sat serene upon the floods, + Their fury to restrain; +And he, as sovereign Lord and King, + Forevermore shall reign. + + Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549. + + +83 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Goodness of God._ (176) + +Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, +From ocean depths and spreading wood, +Ten thousand voices seem to cry, +"God made us all, and God is good." + +2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, +And downward pours his golden flood, +Night's sparkling hosts all seem to sky, +In accents clear, that God is good. + +3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says, +By God's own hand with speech endued; +And man, in louder notes of praise, +Should sing for joy that God is good. + +4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord; +But chiefly for our heavenly food, +Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word; +These prompt our song that God is good. + + John H. Gurney. + + +84 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Eternity of God._ (179) + +Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, + Or heaven and earth in order stood, +Before the birth of ancient time, + From everlasting thou art God. + +2 A thousand ages in their flight + With thee are as a fleeting day; +Past, present, future, to thy sight + At once their various scenes display. + +3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream-- + A passing thought, that soon is o'er; +That fades with morning's earliest beam, + And fills the musing mind no more. + +4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give, + Each passing moment so to spend, +That we at length with thee may live + Where life and bliss shall never end. + + Isaac Watts. + + +85 Triumph. L.M. + +_God Seen in nature._ (178) + +There is a God--all nature speaks, + Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; +See, from the clouds his glory breaks, + When earliest beams of morning rise. + +2 The rising sun, serenely bright, + Throughout the world's extended frame, +Inscribes in characters of light + His mighty Maker's glorious name. + +3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, + And trace creation's wonders o'er, +Confess the footsteps of your God-- + Bow down before him and adore. + + Anne Steele + + +86 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Lord God Omnipotent._ (14) + +The Lord is King; child of the dust! +The Judge of all the earth is just; +Holy and true are all his ways; +Let every creature speak his praise. + +2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, +Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice; +From world to world the joy shall ring-- +The Lord omnipotent is King. + +3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare +Resist his will, distrust his care, +Or murmur at his wise decrees, +Or doubt his royal promises? + +4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, +His might decay, his love forsake, +Then may his children cease to sing-- +The Lord omnipotent is King. + + Josiah Conder. + + +87 Faben. 8s & 7s. D. + +_God is Love._ + +God is love; his mercy brightens + All the path in which we rove; +Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens: + God is wisdom, God is love. +Chance and change are busy ever; + Man decays and ages move; +But his mercy waneth never; + God is wisdom, God is love. + +2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth + Will his changeless goodness prove; +From the gloom his brightness streameth: + God is wisdom, God is love. +He with earthly cares entwineth + Hope and comfort from above; +Everywhere his glory shineth: + God is wisdom, God is love. + + Sir John Bowring, 1825. + + +88 Mannheim. 8s & 7s. + +_The Divine Glory._ (56) + +Lord! thy glory fills the heaven; + Earth is with its fullness stored; +Unto thee be glory given, + Holy, holy, holy Lord. + +2 Heaven is still with glory ringing, + Earth takes up the angels' cry-- +"Holy, holy, holy!" singing, + "Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!" + +3 Ever thus in God's high praises, + Brethren! let our tongues unite; +Chief the heart when duty raises + God-ward at his mystic rite. + + Richard Mant, 1828. + + +89 Azmon. C.M. + +_Creating Wisdom._ (184) + +Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise, + Thee the creation sings; +With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, + And heaven's high palace rings. + +2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! + How glorious to behold! +Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, + And starred with sparkling gold. + +3 Infinite strength and equal skill + Shine through the worlds abroad; +Our souls with vast amazement fill, + And speak the builder--God. + +4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace + Our softer passions move; +Pity divine, in Jesus' face, + We see, adore, and love. + + Isaac Watts, 1705. + + +90 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Trinity._ (388) + +Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord, + Whom One in Three we know; +By all thy heavenly host adored, + By all thy Church below. + +2 One undivided Trinity + With triumph we proclaim; +The universe is full of thee, + And speaks thy glorious name. + +3 Thee, holy Father, we confess; + Thee, holy Son, adore; +And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless, + And worship evermore. + +4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, + Our heavenly song shall be +Supreme, Essential One, adored + In co-eternal Thee! + + C. Wesley, 1767. + + +91 Azmon. C.M. + +_God is Love._ (183) + +Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, + And lift your souls above; +Let every heart and voice accord, + To sing that--God is love. + +2 This precious truth his word declares, + And all his mercies prove; +Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears, + To show that--God is love. + +3 Behold his patience lengthened out + To those who from him rove, +And calls effectual reach their hearts, + To teach them--God is love. + +4 The work begun is carried on + By power from heaven above; +And every step from first to last, + Declares that--God is love. + + George Burder, 1784. + + +92 Azmon. C.M. + +_God's Constant Goodness._ (179) + +Jehovah God! thy gracious power + On every hand we see; +Oh, may the blessings of each hour + Lead all our thoughts to thee. + +2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, + And reaches to the skies; +Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, + Thy goodness never dies. + +3 In all the varying scenes of time, + On thee our hopes depend; +In every age, in every clime, + Our Father and our Friend. + + John Thompson, 1810 + + +93 God is Love. P.M. + +_Praise for God's Love._ + +Come, let us all unite to sing, + God is love; +Let heav'n and earth their praises bring, + God is love; +Let every soul from sin awake, +Each in his heart sweet music make, +And sing with us for Jesus' sake, + For God is love. + +Ref.--God is love, + God is love. + Come, let us all unite to sing + That God is love. + +2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound, + God is love; +In Christ we have redemption found, + God is love; +His blood has washed our sins away, +His Spirit turned our night to day, +And now we can rejoice to say + That God is love. + +3 How happy is our portion here, + God is love; +His promises our spirits cheer, + God is love; +He is our sun and shield by day, +Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay; +He will be with us all the way; + Our God is love. + + Anon. + + +94 Carol. C.M.D. + +_The Angels' Song._ (206) + +It came upon the midnight clear, + That glorious song of old, +From angels bending near the earth, + To touch their harps of gold; +"Peace to the earth, good-will to men, + From heaven's all gracious King:" +The earth in solemn stillness lay, + To hear the angels sing. + +2 Still through the cloven skies they come, + With peaceful wings unfurled; +And still celestial music floats + O'er all the weary world; +Above its sad and lowly plains + They bend on heavenly wing, +And ever o'er its Babel sounds, + The blessed angels sing. + +3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, + Whose forms are bending low, +Who toil along the climbing way, + With painful steps and slow;-- +Look up! for glad and golden hours + Come swiftly on the wing; +Oh, rest beside the weary road, + And hear the angels sing! + +4 For lo! the days are hastening on, + By prophet-bards foretold, +When with the ever-circling years + Comes round the age of gold! +When peace shall over all the earth + Its final splendors fling, +And the whole world send back the song + Which now the angels sing! + + E.H. Sears, 1850. + + +95 Carol. C.M.D. + +_A Light to Lighten the Gentiles._ (203) + +The race that long in darkness pine + Have seen a glorious light; +The people dwell in day who dwelt + In death's surrounding night. +To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, + The gathering nations come, +With joy, as when the reapers bear + The harvest treasures home. + +2 To us a child of hope is born; + To us a Son is given; +And him shall all the earth obey, + And all the hosts of heaven. +His name shall be the Prince of Peace, + Forevermore adored, +The Wonderful, the Counselor, + The great and mighty Lord. + + John Morrison, 1781. + + +96 Christmas. C.M. + +_The Angel's Message_ (208) + +While shepherds watched their flocks by night, + All seated on the ground, +The angel of the Lord came down, + And glory shone around. + +2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread + Had seized their troubled mind,-- +"Glad tidings of great joy I bring + To you and all mankind. + +3 "To you, in David's town, this day, + Is born of David's line, +The Savior, who is Christ, the Lord; + And this shall be the sign: + +4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find + To human view displayed, +All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, + And in a manger laid." + +5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith + Appeared a shining throng +Of angels, praising God, and thus + Addressed their joyful song: + +6 "All glory be to God on high, + And to the earth be peace: +Good-will henceforth from heaven to men + Begin and never cease!" + + Nahum Tate, 1696. + + +97 Zerah. C.M. + +_The Chorus of Angels._ (210) + +Calm on the listening ear of night + Come heaven's melodious strains, +Where wild Judea stretches far + Her silver-mantled plains. + +2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, + Shed sacred glories there, +And angels, with their sparkling lyres, + Make music on the air. + +3 The answering hills of Palestine + Send back the glad reply, +And greet, from all their holy heights, + The day-spring from on high. + +4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies + Loud with their anthems ring-- +"Peace to the earth, good-will to men, + From heaven's eternal King." + + Edmund H. Sears, 1835. + + +98 Antioch. C.M. + +_Psalm 98._ (200) + +Joy to the world! the Lord is come: + Let earth receive her King; +Let every heart prepare him room, + And heaven and nature sing. + +2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns: + Let men their songs employ; +While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, + Repeat the sounding joy. + +3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, + Nor thorns infest the ground; +He comes to make his blessings flow, + Far as the curse is found. + +4 He rules the world with truth and grace, + And makes the nations prove +The glories of his righteousness, + And wonders of his love. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + + +99 Antioch. C.M. + +_Christ's Mission._ (202) + +Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes-- + The Savior promised long; +Let every heart prepare a throne, + And every voice a song. + +2 He comes, the prisoners to release, + In Satan's bondage held; +The gates of brass before him burst, + The iron fetters yield. + +3 He comes, the broken heart to bind, + The bleeding soul to cure; +And, with the treasures of his grace, + T' enrich the humble poor. + +4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, + Thy welcome shall proclaim; +And heaven's eternal arches ring + With thy beloved name. + + Philip Doddridge, 1735. + + +100 Antioch. C.M. + +_Jesus is God._ (195) + +Jesus is God! the glorious bands + Of holy angels sing +Songs of adoring praise to him, + Their Maker and their King. + +2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, + On Calvary's cross, true God; +He who, in heaven, eternal reigned, + In time, on earth abode. + +3 Jesus is God! there never was + A time when he was not; +Boundless, eternal, merciful, + The Word the Sire begot. + +4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch, + Onward through endless bliss; +For there are two eternities, + And both alike are his. + +5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now, + But compass land and sea, +To teach and tell this single truth, + How happy should I be! + +6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice, + I would proclaim so loud, +Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful, + Is everlasting God. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862. + + +101 Herald Angels. 7s D. + + (219) + +Hark! the herald angels sing, +"Glory to the new-born King! +Peace on earth, and mercy mild, +God and sinners reconciled." +Joyful all ye nations, rise; +Join the triumph of the skies! +With the angelic host proclaim, +Christ is born in Bethlehem. + +2 See, he lays his glory by, +Born that man no more may die; +Born to raise the sons of earth, +Born to give them second birth. +Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; +Hail the incarnate Deity. +Pleased as man with men to dwell, +Jesus, our Immanuel. + +3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! +Hail the Sun of Righteousness; +Light and life to all he brings, +Risen with healing in his wings. +Let us, then, with angels sing, +"Glory to the new-born King! +Peace on earth, and mercy mild, +God and sinners reconciled." + + C. Wesley, 1759 + + +102 Herald Angels. 7s D. + +_Glory to God._ (204) + +Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung + At our Redeemer's birth; +Mortals! awake: let every tongue + Proclaim his matchless worth. + +2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, + And sent his only Son +To take a servant's form, and die, + For evils we had done! + +3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race! + Arise, and shout for joy; +He comes, with rich abounding grace + To save and not destroy. + +4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth, + And fill the world with light, +That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, + May know thy saving might. + + William Hurn, 1813. + + +1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s. + +_God's Salvation Morning._ + +What means this glorious radiance + Across Judea's plain? +Those white-winged angels singing + In such exultant strain? + +Cho.--The King of glory cometh, + Earth's broken hearts to bind, + And God's salvation morning + Hath dawned for all mankind. + +2 What means this wondrous story + The holy angels tell? +Of one who reigned in heaven, + And now on earth would dwell? + +3 Why bend these Eastern sages + To one of lowly birth? +What means this heav'nly message + Of love and peace on earth? + +4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness, + On ocean deep and land, +Hail! hail! the joyful tidings, + The morning is at hand. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +104 Invitation. C.M. + +_The Forgiving One._ (232) + +What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone + Around thy steps below! +What patient love was seen in all + Thy life and death of woe! + +2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, + Thy friends unfaithful prove; +Unwearied in forgiveness still, + Thy heart could only love. + +3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee; + Like thee, O Lord! to grieve +Far more for others' sins, than all + The wrongs that we receive. + +4 One with thyself, may every eye, + In us, thy brethren, see +That gentleness and grace that springs + From union, Lord, with thee. + + Edward Denny, 1839. + + +105 Invitation. C.M. + +_The True Test._ + +We may not climb the heavenly steeps + To bring the Lord Christ down; +In vain we search the lowest deeps, + For him no depths can drown. + +2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet + A present help is he; +And faith has yet its Olivet, + And love its Galilee. + +3 The healing of the seamless dress + Is by our beds of pain; +We touch him in life's throng and press, + And we are whole again. + +4 Through him the first fond prayers are said + Our lips of childhood frame; +The last low whispers of our dead + Are burdened with his name. + +5 O Lord and Master of us all, + Whate'er our name or sign, +We own thy sway, we hear thy call, + We test our lives by thine! + + J. G. Whittier. + + +106 Invitation. C.M. + +_Childhood of Jesus._ (228) + +In stature grows the heavenly Child, + With death before his eyes; +A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, + Prepared for sacrifice. + +2 The Son of God his glory hides + With parents mean and poor; +And he who made the heavens abides + In dwelling-place obscure. + +3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky + No earthly toil refuse; +And he who set the stars on high + A humble trade pursues. + +4 He before whom the angels stand. + At whose behest they fly, +Now yields himself to man's command, + And lays his glory by. + +5 The Father's name we loudly raise, + The Son we all adore, +The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, + Both now and evermore. + + Anon. + + +107 Invitation. C.M. + +_A Man of Sorrow._ (229) + +A pilgrim through this lonely world, + The blessed Savior passed; +A mourner all his life was he, + A dying Lamb at last + +2 That tender heart which felt for all, + For us its life-blood gave; +It found on earth no resting-place. + Save only in the grave. + +3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear + The cross with all its scorn? +Or love a faithless, evil world + That wreathed his brow with thorn? + +4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, + Like him obedient still, +We homeward press, through storm or calm, + To Zion's blessed hill. + + H. Bonar. + + +108 Olivet. L.M. + +_The Meekness of Jesus._ (242) + +How beauteous were the marks divine, +That in thy meekness used to shine; +That lit thy lonely pathway, trod +In wondrous love, O Son of God! + +2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright, +Thou God of God, thou Light of Light! +Oh, who, like thee, did ever go +So patient through a world of woe? + +3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore +The scorn, the scoffs of men before? +So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, +So glorious in humility? + +4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, +Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee; +Yet love, through all thy torture glowed, +And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. + +5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go, +Illuming all my way of woe! +And give me ever on the road +To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! + + Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838. + + +109 Olivet. L.M. + +_The Teaching of Jesus._ (243) + +How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound + From lips of gentleness and grace, +When listening thousands gathered round, + And joy and reverence filled the place! + +2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke; + To heaven he led his followers' way; +Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, + Unveiling an immortal day. + +3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; + Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;" +Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, + Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. + + John Bowring, 1823. + + +110 Olivet. L.M. + +_Christ's Example._ (239) + +My dear Redeemer and my Lord, +I read my duty in thy Word; +But in thy life the law appears, +Drawn out in living characters. + +2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, +Such deference to thy Father's will, +Such love and meekness so divine, +I would transcribe and make them mine. + +3 Cold mountains and the midnight air +Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; +The desert thy temptations knew; +Thy conflict and thy victory too. + +4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear +More of thy gracious image here; +Then God, the Judge, shall own my name +Among the followers of the Lamb. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +111 Overberg. L.M. + +_The Miracles of Christ._ (247) + +Behold! the blind their sight receive; +Behold! the dead awake and live; +The dumb speak wonders, and the lame +Leap, like the hart, and bless his name. + +2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own +And seal the mission of the Son; +The Father vindicates his cause, +While he hangs bleeding on the cross. + +3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood; +He rises, the triumphant God! +Behold the Lord ascending high, +No more to bleed, no more to die. + +4 Hence, and forever, from my heart, +I bid my doubts and fears depart; +And to those hands my soul resign, +Which bear credentials so divine. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +113 Overberg. L.M. + +_Entry into Jerusalem._ (248) + +Ride on! ride on in majesty! +Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; +O Savior meek, pursue thy road +With palms and scattered garments strowed. + +2 Bide on! ride on in majesty! +In lowly pomp ride on to die; +O Christ, thy triumphs now begin +O'er captive death and conquered sin. + +3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +The angel armies of the sky +Look down with sad and wondering eyes +To see the approaching sacrifice. + +4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +The last and fiercest strife is nigh; +The Father on his sapphire throne +Awaits his own anointed Son. + +5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! +In lowly pomp, ride on to die; +Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, +Then take, O God, thy power and reign. + + Henry Hart Milman, 1827. + + +113 Overberg. L.M. + +_The Transfiguration._ (245) + +Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, +Of glory that the church shall share, +Which Christ upon the mountain shows, +Where brighter than the sun he glows! + +2 From age to age the tale declare, +How with the three disciples there, +Where Moses and Elias meet, +The Lord holds converse high and sweet. + +3 The law and prophets there have place, +Two chosen witnesses of grace; +The Father's voice from out the cloud +Proclaimed his only Son aloud. + +4 With shining face and bright array +Christ deigns to manifest to-day, +What glory shall be theirs above +Who joy in God with perfect love. + + Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851. + + +114 Bavaria. 8s & 7s D. + +_Christ Our Example._ (251) + +Ever would I fain be reading, + In the ancient holy Book, +Of my Savior's gentle pleading, + Truth in ev'ry word and look. +How to all the sick and tearful + Help was ever gladly shown; +How he sought the poor and fearful, + Called them brothers and his own. + +2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him, + And was bidden to depart; +How, with gentle words he taught him, + Took the death from out his heart. +Still I read the ancient story,-- + And my joy is ever new,-- +How for us he left his glory, + How he still is kind and true. + +3 How the flock he gently leadeth, + Whom his Father gave him here; +How his arms he widely spreadeth, + To his heart to draw us near. +Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee, + Let my heart in tears o'erflow, +Melted by thy love adore thee, + Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe. + + Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829. + Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858 + + +115 Heber. C.M. + +_The Example of Christ._ (236) + +Behold where, in the Friend of man, + Appears each grace divine! +The virtues all in Jesus meet, + With mildest radiance shine. + +2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, + To give the mourner joy, +To preach glad tidings to the poor, + Was his divine employ. + +3 In the last hour of deep distress, + Before his Father's throne, +With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, + "Thy will, not mine, be done!" + +4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, + His image may we bear; +Oh, may we tread his sacred steps, + And his bright glories share. + + William Endfield, 1802. + + +116 Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M. + +_Christ's Love._ + +In vain in high and holy lays +My soul her grateful voice would raise; +For who can sing the worthy praise +Of the wonderful love of Jesus? + +Cho.--Wonderful love! wonderful love! + Wonderful love of Jesus! + Wonderful love! wonderful love! + Wonderful love of Jesus! + +2 A joy by day, a peace by night, +In storms a calm, in darkness light; +In pain a balm, in weakness might, +Is the wonderful love of Jesus. + +3 My hope for pardon when I call, +My trust for lifting when I fall; +In life, in death, my all in all, +Is the wonderful love of Jesus. + + E.S. Lorenz. + + +117 Olive's Brow. L.M. + +_Christ in Gethsemane._ (253) + +'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow + The star is dimmed that lately shone; +'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, + The suffering Savior prays alone. + +2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, + The Savior wrestles lone with fears; +E'en that disciple whom he loved + Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. + +3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt + The man of sorrows weeps in blood; +Yet he that hath in anguish knelt + Is not forsaken by his God. + +4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains + Is borne the song that angels know; +Unheard by mortals are the strains + That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe. + + W.B. Tappan, 1822. + + +118 Windham. L.M. + +_"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"_ (256) + +From Calvary a cry was heard-- + A bitter and heart-rending cry; +My Savior! ev'ry mournful word + Bespoke thy soul's deep agony + +2 A horror of great darkness fell + On thee, thou spotless holy One! +And all the eager hosts of hell + Conspired to tempt God's only Son. + +3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, + These thou could'st bear, nor once repine; +But when Jehovah veiled his face, + Unutterable pangs were thine. + +4 Let the dumb world its silence break; + Let pealing anthems rend the sky; +Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! + He died that we might never die. + + John W. Cunningham, 1820. + + +119 Zephyr. L.M. + +_Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261) + +When I 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. + +3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet +Sorrow and love flow mingled down; +Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, +Or thorns compose so rich a crown? + +4 Were all the realms of nature mine, +That were a present far too small; +Love so amazing, so divine. +Demands my soul, my life, my all. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double. + + (300) + +O sacred head, now wounded! +With grief and shame weighed down, +Now scornfully surrounded +With thorns, thine only crown; +O sacred head, what glory, +What bliss, till now, was thine! +Yet tho' despised and gory, +I joy to call thee mine. + +2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered +Was all for sinners' gain; +Mine, mine was the transgression, +But thine the deadly pain; +Lo! here I fall, my Savior! +'Tis I deserve thy place; +Look on me with thy favor; +Vouchsafe to me thy grace. + +3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, +Above all joys beside, +When in thy body broken, +I thus with safety hide; +My Lord of life! desiring +Thy glory now to see, +Beside thy cross expiring, +I'd breathe my soul to thee. + + Paul Gerhardt, 1659. + + +121 Avon. C.M. + +_Before the Cross._ (281) + +Alas! and did my Savior bleed? + And did my Sovereign die? +Would he devote that sacred head + For such a worm as I? + +2 Was it for crimes that I have done + He groaned upon the tree? +Amazing pity! grace unknown! + And love beyond degree! + +3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, + And shut his glories in, +When Christ, the mighty Maker, died + For man, the creature's sin! + +4 Thus might I hide my blushing face + While his dear cross appears; +Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, + And melt mine eyes to tears. + +5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay + The debt of love I owe; +Here, Lord, I give myself away; + 'Tis all that I can do. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + +Cho.--Jesus died for you, + And Jesus died for me, + Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; + Bless God, salvation's free. + +Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own, + And ever faithful be; + And when thou sittest on thy throne. + O Lord, remember me. + + +122 Avon. C.M. + +_Jesus Died for Me._ + +Great God, when I approach thy throne + And all thy glory see; +This is my stay, and this alone, + That Jesus died for me. + +2 How can a soul condemned to die, + Escape the just decree? +Helpless and full of sin am I, + But Jesus died for me. + +3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, + Oh, how can I get free? +No peace can all my efforts gain, + But Jesus died for me. + +4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face, + This must be all my plea; +Save me by thy almighty grace, + For Jesus died for me. + + W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877. + + +123 Cowper. C.M. + +_Contrition at the Cross._ (283) + +O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, + While at thy cross I kneel, +Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, + And all thy sorrows feel. + +2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, + This heart so hard before; +I hear thee for the guilty plead, + And grief o'erflows the more. + +3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die, + And I a sinner stand; +What love speaks from thy dying eye, + And from each pierced hand! + +4 I know this cleansing blood of thine + Was shed, dear Lord, for me; +For me, for all--oh, grace divine!-- + Who look by faith on thee. + + Ray Palmer, 1867. + + +124 Cowper. C.M. + +_Resting Beneath the Cross._ (277) + +Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, + To yonder cross I flee; +Beneath its shelter take my seat: + No shade like this for me! + +2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, + A fountain sparkling free; +And there I quench my desert thirst: + No spring like this for me! + +3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent + Beneath this spreading tree; +Here shall my pilgrim life be spent: + No home like this for me! + +4 For burdened ones a resting-place + Beside that cross I see; +Here I cast off my weariness: + No rest like this for me! + + H. Bonar, 1857. + + +125 The Cross. C.M. + +_The Precious Love._ (530) + +The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross! + The hallowed cross I see; +Reminding me of precious blood + That once was shed for me. + +Cho.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood, + That Jesus shed for me; + Upon the cross, in crimson flood, + Just now by faith I see. + +2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross, + My Savior bore for me; +It bowed him to the earth with grief + On sad Mount Calvary + +3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds; + Oh, they were made for me! +His hands and feet, his holy head, + All pierced and torn I see. + +4 The death, the death, the awful death! + That Jesus died for me; +I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive," + His bleeding side I see. + +5 The love, the love, the matchless love, + That bled upon the tree! +It melts my heart, it wins my love, + It brings me, Lord, to thee. + + J.H. Stockton. + + +126 Gorton. S.M. + +_Our Ransom Paid._ (296) + +Our sins on Christ were laid; + He bore the mighty load; +Our ransom price he fully paid + In groans, and tears, and blood. + +2 To save a world he dies; + Sinners, behold the Lamb! +To him lift up your longing eyes; + Seek mercy in his name. + +3 Pardon and peace abound; + He will your sins forgive; +Salvation in his name is found,-- + He bids the sinner live. + +4 Jesus, we look to thee;-- + Where else can sinners go? +Thy boundless love shall set us free + From wretchedness and woe. + + J. Fawcett, 1760. + + +127 Gorton. S.M. + +_For Me He Died._ (300) + +Are there no wounds for me? + Hast thou received them all? +How can I, Lord, the anguish see, + Beneath which thou didst fall? + +2 'Tis over now, I know,-- + That suffering life of thine; +Thy precious blood has ceased to flow, + Thou wear'st thy crown divine; + +3 But yet, I weeping see + The thorns which pierced thy head; +Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me, + For me to death thou'rt led! + +4 Meekly, with love divine, + Thy holy head is bent, +And streams of blood, for sins of mine, + Flow where thy side is rent. + +5 Beneath this sacred flood + I bow my sinful soul; +Dear Savior, let thy precious blood + Wash me and make me whole. + + Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868. + + +128 Owen. S.M. + +_The Savior's Tears._ (298) + +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 wondering angels see! +Be thou astonished, O my soul! + He shed those tears for thee. + +3 He wept--that we might weep-- + Each sin demands a tear; +In heaven alone no sin is found, + And there's no weeping there. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1787. + + +129 Toplady. 7s, 6. + +_Rock of Ages._ (515) + +Rock of ages, cleft for me! +Let me hide myself in thee: +Let the water and the blood, +From thy side a healing flood, +Be of sin the double cure; +Save from wrath and make me pure. + +2 Should my tears forever flow, +Should my zeal no languor know, +All for sin could not atone; +Thou must save, and thou alone; +In my hand no price I bring; +Simply to thy cross I cling. + +3 While I draw this fleeting breath, +When mine eyelids close in death, +When I rise to worlds unknown, +See thee on thy judgment throne-- +Rock of Ages cleft for me, +Let me hide myself in thee. + + Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. + +Cho.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me, + Let me hide myself in thee, + Let me hide myself in thee. + +130 Salvator Mundi. 7s. D. + +_The Litany._ (513) + +By thy birth, and by thy tears; +By thy human griefs and fears; +By thy conflict in the hour +Of the subtle tempter's power-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +2 By the tenderness that wept +O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept; +By the bitter tears that flow'd +Over Salem's lost abode-- +Savior, look with thy pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; +By the fearful conflict there; +By thy cross and dying cries; +By thy one great sacrifice,-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + +4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; +By thy power the lost to save; +By thy high, majestic throne; +By the empire all thine own,-- +Savior, look with pitying eye; +Savior, help me, or I die. + + Sir Robert Grant, 1815. + + +131 Rathbun. 8s &7s. + +_Glorying in the Cross._ (979) + +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. + +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 more luster to the day. + +4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure + By the cross are sanctified; +Peace is there, that knows no measure, + Joys that through all time abide. + + Sir John Bowring, 1825. + + +132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. + +_Looking to the Cross._ (980) + +Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, + Which before the cross I spend, +Life, and health, and peace possessing, + From the sinner's dying Friend! + +2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing + Mercy's streams in streams of blood: +Precious drops, my soul bedewing, + Plead, and claim my peace, with God. + +3 Truly blessed is this station, + Low before the cross to lie, +While I see divine compassion + Floating in his languid eye. + +4 Here it is I find my heaven, + While upon the Lamb I gaze; +Love I much?--I've much forgiven,-- + I'm a miracle of grace. + +5 Love and grief my heart dividing, + With my tears his feet I'll bathe; +Constant still in faith abiding,-- + Life deriving from his death. + + James Allen, 1761. + Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176. + + +133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s. + +_The Price of Salvation._ + +When I view my Savior bleeding, + For my sins upon the tree; +Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding + Great his love appears to me! + +2 Floods of deep distress and anguish. + To impede his labors, came; +Yet they all could not extinguish + Love's eternal, burning flame. + +3 Now redemption is completed, + Full salvation is procured; +Death and Satan are defeated, + By the sufferings he endured. + +4 Now the gracious Mediator, + Risen to the courts of bliss, +Claims for me, a sinful creature, + Pardon, righteousness, and peace! + +5 Sure, such infinite affection + Lays the highest claims to mine; +All my powers, without exception, + Should in fervent praises join. + +6 Jesus, fit me for thy service; + Form me for thyself alone; +I am thy most costly purchase,-- + Take possession of thine own. + + R. Lee. + + +134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M. + +_Return for Christ's Sufferings._ + +I gave my life for thee, +My precious blood I shed, +That thou mightst ransomed be, +And quickened from the dead; +I gave, I gave my life for thee, +What hast thou given for me? + +2 My Father's house of light, +My glory-circled throne, +I left for earthly night, +For wand'rings sad and lone; +I left, I left it all for thee, +Hast thou left aught for me? + +3 I suffered much for thee, +More than thy tongue can tell, +Of bitterest agony, +To rescue thee from hell; +I've borne, I've borne it all for thee, +What hast thou borne for me? + +4 And I have brought to thee, +Down from my home above, +Salvation full and free, +My pardon and my love; +I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, +What hast thou brought to me? + + Frances R. Havergal. + + +135 Come to the Cross. P.M. + +_Blessing at the Cross._ + +Come to the cross, where the Savior died, +Look to the Lamb that was crucified; +Turn to the mournful and tragic scene, +Gaze on the suffering Nazarene. + +Cho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live! + Look, for eternal life he will give. + Come to the cross, where the Savior died, + Look to the Lamb that was crucified. + +2 Fall at the feet of the dying One, +Trust in the name of the Father's Son; +Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood, +Seek for thy cure in the healing flood. + +3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love, +Cherish the hope of a crown above; +Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven, +Lean on the promise of rest in heaven. + + Rev. J.H. Martin. + + +136 Near the Cross. P.M. + +_Near the Cross._ + +Jesus, keep me near the cross + There a precious fountain +Free to all--a healing stream, + Flows from Calvary's mountain. + +Cho.--In the cross, in the cross, + Be my glory ever, + Till my raptured soul shall find + Rest beyond the river. + +2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, + Love and mercy found me; +There the bright and morning star + Shed its beams around me. + +3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God, + Bring its scenes before me; +Help me walk from day to day, + With its shadows o'er me. + +4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, + Hoping, trusting ever, +Till I reach the golden strand, + Just beyond the river. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M. + +_Christ's Crucifixion._ + +Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, +Saw ye my Savior and God? +Oh! he died on Calvary, +To atone for you and me, +And to purchase our pardon with blood. + +2 He was extended, he was extended, +Painfully nailed to the cross; +Here he bowed his head and died; +Thus my Lord was crucified, +To atone for a world that was lost. + +3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior! +Prince, and the Author of peace! +Oh! he burst the bars of death, +And, triumphant from the earth, +He ascended to mansions of bliss. + +4 There interceding, there interceding, +Pleading that sinners may live; +Crying, "Father, I have died; +Oh, behold my hands and side! +Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!" + +5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them +When they repent and believe; +Let them now return to thee, +And be reconciled to me, +And salvation they all shall receive." + + +138 Baca. L.M. + +_Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._ (264) + +Deep in our hearts let us record +The deeper sorrows of our Lord; +Behold the rising billows roll, +To overwhelm his holy soul. + +2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love +Have made the curse a blessing prove; +Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son +Atoned for sins that we have done. + +3 The pangs of our expiring Lord +The honors of thy law restored; +His sorrows made thy justice known. +And paid for follies not his own. + +4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, +And let the mourning sinner live; +The Lord will hear us in his name, +Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +139 Baca. L.M. + +_Peace and Safety at the Cross._ (265) + +Beneath thy cross I lay me down, +And mourn to see thy bloody crown; +Love drops in blood from every vein; +Love is the spring of all thy pain. + +2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, +And spend my longing hours away; +Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, +And contemplate thy woes again. + +3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest! +Where inward fears are all suppressed; +Here I shall love, and live secure, +And patiently my cross endure. + + Wm. Williams. + + +140 Baca. L.M. + +_Thanks to Jesus for His Love._ (270) + +O love! who gav'st thy life for me, + And won an everlasting good +Through thy sore anguish on the tree, + I ever think upon thy blood! + +2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved + For this cold heart, unworthy thine, +Whom the cold grave and death received, + I thank thee for that grief divine. + +3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die + To win eternal life for me, +To bring salvation from on high: + Oh, draw me up through love to thee! + + From the German. Author unknown. + + +141 Woodstock. C.M. + +_Christ's Triumph over Death._ (309) + +The morning purples all the sky, + The air with praises rings; +Defeated hell stands sullen by, + The world exulting sings. + +2 While he, the King all strong to save, + Rends the dark doors away, +And through the breaches of the grave + Strides forth into the day. + +3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison + Past fettered he has lain; +But he has mastered death, is risen, + And death wears now the chain. + +4 The shining angels cry, "Away + With grief; no spices bring; +Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, + Should greet the rising King!" + + Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867. + + +142 Warwick. C.M. + +_Resurrection and Ascension._ (311) + +Hosanna to the Prince of Light, + Who clothed himself in clay, +Entered the iron gates of death, + And tore the bars away. + +2 Death is no more the king of dread, + Since our Immanuel rose; +He took the tyrant's sting away, + And spoiled our hellish foes. + +3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft + And to his Father flies, +With scars of honor in his flesh, + And triumph in his eyes. + +4 There our exalted Savior reigns, + And scatters blessings down; +Our Jesus fills the middle seat + Of the celestial throne. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +143 Nuremburg. 7s. + +_The Lord is Risen._ (322) + +Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, +Sons of men and angels say: +Raise your joys and triumphs high; +Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. + +2 Love's redeeming work is done; +Fought the fight; the battle won: +Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; +Lo! he sets in blood no more. + +3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-- +Christ hath burst the gates of hell; +Death in vain forbids his rise-- +Christ hath opened paradise. + +4 Lives again our glorious King: +Where, O death, is now thy sting? +Once he died our souls to save: +Where's thy victory, boasting grave? + + Charles Wesley, 1739. + + +144 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s. + +_Resurrection and Ascension._ (325) + +Angel! roll the rock away; +Death! yield up thy mighty prey; +See! he rises from the tomb, +Glowing with immortal bloom. + +2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise +Fame's eternal trump of praise: +Let the world's remotest bound +Hear the joy-inspiring sound. + +3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song, +Let the strains be sweet and strong; +Shout the Son of God, this morn +From his sepulcher new-born. + +4 Heaven displays her portals wide; +Glorious Hero! through them ride! +King of glory! mount the throne-- +Thy great Father's and thine own. + + Thomas Scott, 1772. + + +145 Hudson. S.M. + +_The Lord is Risen._ (313) + +'"The Lord is risen indeed!" + The grave hath lost its prey; +With him shall rise the ransomed seed + To reign in endless day. + +2 "The Lord is risen indeed!" + He lives to die no more; +He lives his people's cause to plead, + Whose curse and shame he bore. + +3 "The Lord is risen indeed!" + Attending angels hear; +Up to the courts of heaven with speed, + The joyful tidings bear. + +4 Then take your golden lyres, + And strike each cheerful chord; +Join all the bright celestial choirs, + To sing our risen Lord. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804. + + +146 Mendon. L.M. + +_Exaltation of Christ._ (318) + +Now for a tune of lofty praise +To great Jehovah's equal Son; +Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, +And tell the wonders he hath done. + +2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, +And those bright robes he wore above; +How swift and joyful was his flight, +On wings of everlasting love. + +3 Among a thousand harps and songs, +Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; +His sacred name fills all their tongues +And echoes through the heavenly plains. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +147 Mendon. L.M. + +_The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319) + +The morning kindles all the sky; +The heavens resound with anthems high; +The shining angels, as they speed, +Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed." + +2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred +While Roman guards kept watch and ward; +Majestic from the spoiled tomb, +In pomp of triumph he has come! + +3 When the amazed disciples heard, +Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; +Their Lord's beloved face to see, +Eager they haste to Galilee. + +4 His pierced hands to them he shows; +His face with love's own radiance glows; +They with the angel's message speed, +And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!" + + Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles. + + +148 Harmony Grove. L.M. + +_Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320) + +Hail! morning known among the blest, + Morning of hope, and joy, and love, +Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, + Pledge of the endless rest above. + +2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, + Who from the dead hath brought his Son; +Hope to the lost was then restored, + And everlasting glory won. + +3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye + When our Immanuel left the dead; +Faith marked his bright ascent on high, + And hope with gladness raised her head. + + E. Wardlaw, 1814. + + +149 Baltzell. L.M. + +_My Redeemer Lives._ + +I know that my Redeemer lives! +What comfort this sweet sentence gives; +He lives, he lives, who once was dead; +He lives, my ever-living Head. + +2 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 bless in time of need; + +3 He lives, to grant me rich supply; +He lives, to guide me with his eye; +He lives, to comfort me when faint; +He lives, to hear my soul's complaint; + +4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend; +He lives, and loves me to the end; +He lives, and while he lives I'll sing; +He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. + +5 He lives, all glory to his name! +He lives, my Savior still the same-- +Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: +I know that my Redeemer lives. + + Samuel Medley, 1789. + + +150 Dort. 6s & 4s. + +_Glorious Conqueror._ (329) + +Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, +Into thy native skies, + Assume thy right; +And where, in many a fold, +The clouds are backward rolled; +Pass thro' these gates of gold, + And reign in light. + +2 Victor o'er death and hell, +Cherubic legions swell + The radiant strain; +Praises all heav'n inspire; +Each angel sweeps his lyre, +And claps his wings of fire; + Thou Lamb, once slain. + +3 Enter, incarnate God! +No feet but thine have trod + The serpent down; +Blow the full trumpets, blow! +Wider your portals throw! +Savior, triumphant, go + And take thy crown. + +4 Lion of Judah, hail! +And let thy name prevail + From age to age; +Lord of the rolling years, +Claim for thine own the spheres, +For thou hast bought with tears + Thine heritage. + + Matthew Bridges, 1848. + + +151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Jesus Reigns._ (354) + +Hark! ten thousand harps and voices + Sound the note of praise above; +Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; + Jesus reigns, the God of love; +See, he sits on yonder throne; +Jesus rules the world alone. + +2 King of glory! reign forever-- + Thine an everlasting crown; +Nothing, from thy love, shall sever + Those whom thou hast made thine own; +Happy objects of thy grace, +Destined to behold thy face. + +3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; + Bring, oh, bring the glorious day +When, the awful summons hearing, + Heaven and earth shall pass away;-- +Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,-- +"Glory to our King!" + + Thomas Kelly, 1806. + + +152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Return to Heaven._ (353) + +Jesus comes, his conflict over,-- + Comes to claim his great reward; +Angels round the Victor hover, + Crowding to behold their Lord; +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + +2 Yonder throne for him erected, + Now becomes the Victor's seat; +Lo, the man on earth rejected! + Angels worship at his feet: +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + +3 Day and night they cry before him,-- + "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" +All the powers of heaven adore him, + All obey his sovereign word; +Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, +Crown him, everlasting King. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804. + + +153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. + +_We Live in Him._ (333) + +See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, + See the King in royal state, +Riding on the clouds, his chariot, + To his heavenly palace gate! +Hark! the choirs of angel voices + Joyful hallelujahs sing, +And the portals high are lifted + To receive their heavenly King. + +2 Who is this that comes in glory, + With the trump of jubilee? +Lord of battles, God of armies, + He has gained the victory; +He, who on the cross did suffer, + He, who from the grave arose, +He has vanquished sin and Satan, + He by death has spoiled his foes. + +3 Thou hast raised our human nature, + On the clouds to God's right hand; +There we sit in heavenly places, + There with thee in glory stand; +Jesus reigns, adored by angels; + Man with God is on the throne; +Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, + We by faith behold our own. + + Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. + + +154 Coronation. C.M. + +_Crown Him Lord of All._ (336) + +All hail the power of Jesus' name, + Let angels prostrate fall; +Bring forth the royal diadem, + And crown him Lord of all. + +2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, + Who fixed this earthly ball; +Now hail the strength of Israel's might, + And crown him Lord of all. + +3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, + Ye ransomed from the fall, +Hail him who saves you by his grace, + And crown him Lord of all. + +4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget + The wormwood and the gall; +Go, spread your trophies at his feet, + And crown him Lord of all. + +5 Let every kindred, every tribe + On this terrestrial ball, +To him all majesty ascribe, + And crown him Lord of all. + +6 O that with yonder sacred throng + We at his feet may fall! +We'll join the everlasting song, + And crown him Lord of all. + + Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780. + + +155 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338) + +Come, let us join in songs of praise + To our ascended Priest; +He entered heaven with all our names + Engraven on his breast. + +2 Below he washed our guilt away, + By his atoning blood; +Now he appears before the throne, + And pleads our cause with God. + +3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows + The weakness of our frame, +And how to shield us from the foes + Which he himself o'ercame. + +4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, + Nor blush to wear his name; +Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, + Our mouths his praise proclaim. + + Anon. 1818. + + +156 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Perfect Through Suffering._ (337) + +The head, that once was crowned with thorns, + Is crowned with glory now; +A royal diadem adorns + The mighty Victor's brow. + +2 The highest place that heaven affords + Is his--is his by right; +"The King of kings, and Lord of lords," + And heaven's eternal Light. + +3 The joy of all who dwell above, + The joy of all below, +To whom he manifests his love, + And grants his name to know. + +4 To them the cross, with all its shame, + With all its grace, is given; +Their name--an everlasting name; + Their joy--the joy of heaven. + +5 They suffer with their Lord below, + They reign with him above; +Their profit and their joy--to know + The mystery of his love. + +6 The cross he bore is life and health-- + Though shame and death to him; +His people's hope, his people's wealth, + Their everlasting theme. + + Thomas Kelly, 1820. + + +157 Elizabethtown. C.M. + +_Christ's Compassion to the Weak._ (341) + +With joy we meditate the grace + Of our High Priest above; +His heart is made of tenderness, + His bowels melt with love. + +2 Touched with a sympathy within, + He knows our feeble frame; +He knows what sore temptations mean, + For he has felt the same. + +3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, + Poured out his cries and tears; +And, in his measure, feels afresh + What every member bears. + +4 Then let our humble faith address + His mercy and his power; +We shall obtain delivering grace + In the distressing hour. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M. + +_The Lord is at Hand._ + +There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky, + Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year, +And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh, + For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + +Cho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near; + Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near! + Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll, + And the King in his glory shall appear. + +2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared, + And the looking for the Savior to appear, +That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared, + For the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + + +3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord, + For the King ere the kingdom must appear; +Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood! + Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + +4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long, + And the hearts of men are failing them for fear; +Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song, + That the coming of the kingdom draweth near. + + D. W. Whittle. + + +159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s. + +_Christ's Coming Desired._ (224) + +Come, thou long-expected Jesus! + Born to set thy people free! +From our fears and sins release us, + Let us find our rest in thee. + +2 Israel's strength and consolation, + Hope of all the earth thou art; +Dear desire of ev'ry nation, + Joy of ev'ry longing heart. + +3 Born, thy people to deliver; + Born a child, and yet a King; +Born to reign in us forever, + Now thy gracious kingdom bring. + +4 By thine own eternal Spirit + Rule in all our hearts alone; +By thine all-sufficient merit + Raise us to thy glorious throne. + + Charles Wesley, 1744. + + + +160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s. + +_The Day of the Lord._ + +Our Lord is now rejected, + And by the world disowned, +By the many still neglected, + And by the few enthroned, +But soon he'll come in glory, + The hour is drawing nigh, + For the crowning day is coming by and by. + +Cho.--Oh, the crowning day is coming, + Is coming by and by, + When our Lord shall come in "power," + And "glory" from on high. + Oh, the glorious sight will gladden, + Each waiting, watchful eye, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +2 The heavens shall glow with splendor, + But brighter far than they +The saints shall shine in glory, + As Christ shall them array, +The beauty of the Savior, + Shall dazzle every eye, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +3 Our pain shall then be over, + We'll sin and sigh no more, +Behind us all of sorrow, + And nought but joy before, +A joy in our Redeemer, + As we to him are nigh, + In the crowning day that's coming by and by. + +4 Let all that look for, hasten + The coming joyful day, +By earnest consecration, + To walk the narrow way. +By gathering in the lost ones, + For whom our Lord did die, + For the crowning day that's coming by and by. + + D.W. Whittle + + +161 Truro. L.M. + +_The Church Longing for Christ._ (907) + +Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes + For thine expected coming waits; +When will the promised light arise, + And glory beam from Zion's gates? + +2 E'en now when tempests round us fall, + And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, +Thy words with pleasure we recall, + And deem that our redemption's nigh. + +3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land; + Let Satan from his throne be hurled, +All nations bow to thy command, + And grace revive a dying world. + +4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, + To wait for the appointed hour; +And fit us by thy grace to share, + The triumphs of thy conquering power. + + William H. Bathurst, 1831. + + +162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D. +_Crown Him Lord of All._ (615) + +Crown his head with endless blessing, +Who, in God the Father's name, +With compassions never ceasing, +Comes salvation to proclaim. +Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, +Who within his gates are found; +Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior, +Let his courts with praise resound. + +2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; +Thee our Savior! thee our God! +From his throne his beams of glory +Shine through all the world abroad. +Jesus, thee our Savior hailing +Thee our God in praise we own; +Highest honors, never failing, +Rise eternal round thy throne. + + William Goode, 1811. + + +163 Abt. 8s & 7s. +_Much Forgiven._ (616) + +Hail! my ever blessed Jesus! + Only thee I wish to sing. +To my soul, thy name is precious, + Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King. + +2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven! + Oh! what joy and happiness! +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + +3 Once with Adam's race in ruin, + Unconcerned in sin I lay; +Swift destruction still pursuing, + Till my Savior passed that way + +4 Witness, all ye host of heaven! + My Redeemer's tenderness; +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + +5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir! + Praise the Lamb enthroned above; +Whilst, astonished, I admire + God's free grace, and boundless love. + +6 That blest moment I received him, + Filled my soul with joy and peace: +Love I much? I've much forgiven; + I'm a miracle of grace. + + John Wingrove, 1806. + + +164 Olivet. 6s & 4s. +_Veni, Sancte Spiritus!_ (386) + +Come, Holy Ghost! in love, +Shed on us, from above, + Thine own bright ray: +Divinely good thou art; +Thy sacred gifts impart, +To gladden each sad heart; + Oh! come to-day! + +2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, +Our most delightful Guest! + With soothing power; +Rest, which the weary know; +Shade, 'mid the noontide glow; +Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; + Cheer us, this hour! + +3 Come, Light serene, and still +Our inmost bosoms fill; + Dwell in each breast: +We know no dawn but thine; +Send forth thy beams divine, +On our dark souls to shine, + And make us blest. + +4 Exalt our low desires; +Extinguish passion's fires; + Heal every wound; +Our stubborn spirits bend; +Our icy coldness end; +Our devious steps attend, + While heavenward bound. + + Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858. + + + +165 Olivet. 6s & 4s. + +_The Spirit of Truth._ (387) + +Thou! whose almighty word +Chaos and darkness heard, + And took their flight, +Hear us, we humbly pray, +And, where the gospel's day +Sheds not its glorious ray, + "Let there be light!" + +2 Thou! who didst come to bring, +On thy redeeming wing, + Healing and sight, +Health to the sick in mind, +Sight to the inly blind;-- +Oh! now to all mankind, + "Let there be light!" + +3 Spirit of truth and love, +Life-giving holy Dove! + Speed forth thy flight: +Move o'er the water's face, +Bearing the lamp of grace, +And, in earth's darkest place, + "Let there be light!" + + John Marriott, 1813. + + +166 Balerma. C.M. + +_Breathing after the Holy Spirit._ (363) + +Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! + With all thy quickening powers,-- +Kindle a flame of sacred love, + In these cold hearts of ours. + +2 Look--how we grovel here below, + Fond of these trifling toys! +Our souls, how heavily they go, + To reach eternal joys. + +3 In vain we tune our formal songs, + In vain we strive to rise; +Hosannas languish on our tongues, + And our devotion dies. + +4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live, + At this poor dying rate? +Our love so faint, so cold to thee, + And thine to us so great? + +5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove + With all thy quickening powers; +Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, + And that shall kindle ours. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +167 Balerma. C.M. + +_The Source of Life and Light._ (364) + +Great Spirit! by whose mighty power + All creatures live and move, +On us thy benediction shower; + Inspire our souls with love. + +2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine; + Darkness and doubt dispel; +Give peace and joy, for we are thine; + In us forever dwell. + +3 From death to life our spirits raise; + Complete redemption bring; +New tongues impart to speak the praise + Of Christ, our God and King. + +4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown + To all the world beside; +Exalting, then, we feel, and own + Our Jesus glorified. + + Thomas Howels, 1792. + + + +168 Arlington. C.M. + +_The Descent of the Spirit._ (369) + +Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, + And make this house thy home; +Descend with all thy gracious powers, + Oh, come, great Spirit! come. + +2 Come as the light; to us reveal + Our emptiness and woe; +And lead us in those paths of life + Where all the righteous go. + +3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts, + Like sacrificial flame; +Let our whole soul an offering be + To our Redeemer's name. + +4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings, + The wings of peaceful love; +And let thy church on earth become + Blessed as the church above. + +5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound + And pentecostal grace; +That all, of woman born, may see + The glory of thy face. + + Andrew Reed, 1841. + + +169 Arlington. C.M. + +_Assurance._ + +Why should the children of a King + Go mourning all their days? +Great Comforter, descend, and bring + Some tokens of thy grace. + +2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, + And seal the heirs of heaven? +When wilt thou banish my complaints, + And show my sins forgiven? + +3 Assure my conscience of her part + In the Redeemer's blood; +And bear thy witness with my heart, + That I am born of God. + +4 Thou art the earnest of his love, + The pledge of joys to come; +And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, + Will safe convey me home. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +170 Arlington. C.M. + +_The Spirit's Work._ (366) + +Eternal Spirit! by whose power + Are burst the bands of death, +On our cold hearts thy blessings shower, + And stir them with thy breath. + +2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way, + Each rising fear control, +And, with a warm, enlivening ray, + To melt the icy soul. + +3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed, + To raise us when we fall; +To calm the doubting, troubled breast, + And aid when sinners call. + +4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word, + And write it on our heart; +There its reviving truths record, + And there its peace impart. + +5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus + Our hearts, and guide our ways; +Pour down thy quickening grace on us, + And tune our lips to praise. + + Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830. + + +171 Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D. + +_The Guide._ + +Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, +Ever near the Christian's side; +Gently lead us by the hand, +Pilgrims in a desert land; +Weary souls fore'er rejoice, +While they hear that sweetest voice +Whisper softly, wanderer come! +Follow me, I'll guide thee home. + +2 Ever present, truest Friend, +Ever near thine aid to lend, +Leave us not to doubt and fear, +Groping on in darkness drear, +When the storms are raging sore, +Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er +Whisper softly, wanderer come! +Follow me, I'll guide thee home. + +3 When our days of toil shall cease, +Waiting still for sweet release, +Nothing left but heaven and prayer, +Wondering 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. + + M.M. Wells. + + +172 Pleyel. 7s. + +_The Holy Spirit in Conversion._ (383) + +Gracious Spirit, love divine, + Let thy light within me shine; +All my guilty fears remove, + Fill me full of heaven and love. + +2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, + Set the burdened sinner free; +Lead me to the Lamb of God, + Wash me in his precious blood. + +3 Life and peace to me impart! + Seal salvation on my heart; +Breathe thyself into my breast, + Earnest of immortal rest. + +4 Let me never from thee stray, + Keep me in the narrow way; +Fill my soul with joy divine, + Keep me, Lord, forever thine. + + John Stocker, 1776. + + +173 Zephyr. L.M. + +_The Descent of the Spirit._ (375) + +Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love, +Who sitt'st enthroned in light above! +Descend, and bear us on thy wings, +Far from these low and fleeting things. + +2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal, +'Tis thine to make the hardened feel; +Thine to give light to blinded eyes, +And bid the groveling spirit rise. + +3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, +When grief or doubt our soul assails, +Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? +Great Comforter! be ever near. + +4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire; +With burning zeal our souls inspire; +Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm, +Our joys refresh, our passions calm. + +5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam; +Come like the cooling, cleansing stream; +With all thy graces present be:-- +Spirit of God! we wait for thee. + + William Lindsay Alexander, 1867. + + +174 Whitefield. S.M. + +_The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence._ (378) + +Come, Holy Spirit, come; + Let thy bright beams arise, +Dispel the sorrow from our minds, + The darkness from our eyes. + +2 Revive our drooping faith, + Our doubts and fears remove, +And kindle in our breasts the flame + Of never dying love. + +3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, + To sanctify the soul, +To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, + And new create the whole. + +4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; + Our minds from bondage free. +Then shall we know, and praise, and love, + The Father, Son, and thee. + + Joseph Hart, 1759. + + +175 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_The Fullness of the Spirit._ + +Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit; + Bathe my trembling heart and brow; +Fill me with thy hallowed presence, + Come, oh, come and fill me now. + +Cho.--Fill me now, fill me now; + Jesus, come, and fill me now; + Fill me with thy hallowed presence, + Come, oh, come, and fill me now. + +2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, + Tho' I cannot tell thee how; +But I need thee, greatly need thee, + Come, oh, come, and fill me now. + +3 I am weakness, full of weakness; + At thy sacred feet I bow; +Blest, divine, eternal Spirit, + Fill with power, and fill me now. + +4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me; + Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow; +Thou art comforting and saving, + Thou art sweetly filling now. + + E.H. Stokes, D.D. + + +176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_Guide and Comforter._ + +Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, + Ever watchful, ever kind, +Thy celestial aid possessing, + Prisoned souls deliverance find. + +2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union, + Source of light, and Flame of love, +Symbol of divine communion, + In the olive-bearing dove. + +3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, + Comforter of minds distressed, +When the billows fill with terror; + Pointing to an ark of rest. + +4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, + Greater than all gifts below, +May our hearts thy grace inherit; + May our lips thy glories show! + + Thomas J. Judkin. + + + +177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. + +_The Source of Consolation._ + +Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; + Pierce the clouds of nature's night; +Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, + Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. + +2 From the height which knows no measure, + As a gracious shower descend, +Bringing down the richest treasure + Man can wish, or God can send. + +3 Author of the new creation, + Come with unction and with power; +Make our hearts thy habitation; + On our souls thy graces shower. + +4 Hear, O hear our supplication, + Blessed Spirit, God of peace! +Rest upon this congregation, + With the fullness of thy grace. + + Paul Gerhardt, 1653. + Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt. + + +178 Kentucky. S.M. + +_Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405) + +Ah! how shall fallen man + Be just before his God? +If he contend in righteousness, + We fall beneath his rod. + +2 If he our ways should mark + With strict inquiring eyes, +Could we for one of thousand faults + A just excuse devise? + +3 All-seeing, powerful God, + Who can with thee contend? +Or who that tries the unequal strife, + Shall prosper in the end? + +4 Ah! how shall guilty man + Contend with such a God? +None, none can meet him and escape, + But through the Savior's blood. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +179 Kentucky. S.M. + +_An Evil Heart._ (406) + +Astonished and distressed, + I turn mine eyes within; +My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, + The source of every sin. + +2 What crowds of evil thoughts, + What vile affections there! +Envy and pride, deceit and guile, + Distrust and slavish fear. + +3 Almighty King of saints! + These tyrant lusts subdue; +Drive the old serpent from his seat, + And all my powers renew. + +4 This done,--my cheerful voice + Shall loud hosannas raise; +My heart shall glow with gratitude, + My lips be filled with praise. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1787. + + +180 Olmutz. S.M. + +_The Reign of Sin._ (407) + +How heavy is the night + That hangs upon our eyes, +Till Christ with his reviving light + Over our souls arise. + +2 Our guilty spirits dread + To meet the wrath of heaven; +But, in his righteousness arrayed, + We see our sins forgiven. + +3 The powers of hell agree + To hold our souls in vain; +He sets the sons of bondage free, + And breaks the cursed chain. + +4 Lord, we adore thy ways + To bring us near to God, +Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, + And thine atoning blood. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +181 Downs. C.M. + +_The Need of Regeneration._ (396) + +How helpless guilty nature lies, + Unconscious of its load! +The heart, unchanged, can never rise + To happiness and God. + +2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, + The stubborn will subdue? +'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine, + To form the heart anew. + +3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, + And upward bid them rise; +To make the scales of error fall, + From reason's darkened eyes. + +4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, + And give them life divine; +Then shall our passions and our powers, + Almighty Lord! be thine. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +182 Downs. C.M. + +_Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._ (397) + +How sad our state by nature is! + Our sin--how deep it stains! +And Satan binds our captive minds, + Fast in his slavish chains. + +2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace + Sounds from the sacred word;-- +"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come + And trust a faithful Lord." + +3 My soul obeys the gracious call + And runs to this relief; +I would believe thy promise, Lord! + Oh! help my unbelief. + +4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, + Incarnate God! I fly; +Here let me wash my spotted soul, + From crimes of deepest dye. + +5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, + On thy kind arms I fall; +Be thou my strength and righteousness + My Jesus, and my all. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +183 Downs. C.M. + +_Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400) + +Sinners, this solemn truth regard, + Hear, all ye sons of men; +For Christ, the Savior, hath declared, + "Ye must be born again." + +2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, + The sinner's boast is vain; +Thus saith the glorious Son of God, + "Ye must be born again." + +3 That which is born of flesh is flesh, + And flesh it will remain: +Then marvel not that Jesus saith, + "Ye must be born again." + +4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, + And breathe on sinners slain: +Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, + That we are born again. + + John Fawcett. + + +184 Rockbridge. L.M. + +_Man's Need of Christ._ (402) + +Buried in shadows of the night +We lie, till Christ restores the light; +Till he descends to heal the blind, +And chase the darkness of the mind. + +2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, +Till his atoning blood appears; +Then we awake from deep distress, +And sing the Lord our righteousness. + +3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, +And binds his slaves in heavy chains; +He sets the prisoners free, and breaks +The iron bondage from our necks. + +4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess +Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness +Thou art our mighty all, and we +Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +185 Melody. C.M. + +_Law and Grace._ (399) + +Vain are the hopes, the sons of men + On their own works have built; +Their hearts by nature all unclean, + And all their actions, guilt. + +2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, + Without a murm'ring word; +And the whole race of Adam stand + Guilty before the Lord. + +3 In vain we ask God's righteous law + To justify us now, +Since to convince, and to condemn, + Is all the law can do. + +4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace! + When in thy name we trust, +Our faith receives a righteousness, + That makes the sinner just. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +186 Glorious Fountain. C.M. + +_Glorious Fountain._ (407) + +There is a fountain filled with blood, + Drawn from Immanuel's veins, +And sinners plunged beneath that flood, + Lose all their guilty stains. + +Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain! + Here will I stay, + And in thee ever + Wash my sins away. + +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, +Till all the ransomed church of God, + Are saved to sin no more. + +4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream + Thy flowing wounds supply, +Redeeming love has been my theme, + And shall be till I die. + +5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue + Lies silent in the grave, +Then in a nobler, sweeter song, + I'll sing thy power to save. + + William Cowper, 1779. + +187 Siloam. C.M. + +_The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488) + +When wounded sore, the stricken soul + Lies bleeding and unbound: +One hand alone, a pierced hand, + Can heal the sinner's wound. + +2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, + And tears of anguish flow, +One heart alone, a broken heart, + Can feel the sinner's woe. + +3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, + His hand, that brings relief; +His heart, that's touched with all our joys, + And feeleth for our grief. + +4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! + Unseal that cleansing tide; +We have no shelter from our sin, + But in thy wounded side. + + Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858. + + +188 Siloam. C.M. + +_Salvation._ + +Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! + What pleasure to our ears; +A sovereign balm for every wound, + A cordial for our fears. + +2 Salvation! let the echo fly + The spacious earth around, +While all the armies of the sky + Conspire to raise the sound. + +3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! + To Thee the praise belongs: +Salvation shall inspire our hearts, + And dwell upon our tongues. + + Isaac Watts. + +189 Dunbar. S.M. + +_All Invited._ (446) + +How, vast, how full, how free, + The mercy of our God! +Proclaim the blessed news around, + And spread it all abroad. + +Cho.--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 How vast! "whoever will" + May drink at mercy's stream, +And know that faith in Jesus brings + Salvation now to him. + +3 How full! it doth remove + The stain of every sin; +And makes the soul as white and pure, + As though no sin had been. + +4 Poor trembling sinner, come! + God waits to comfort thee, +Come, cast thyself upon his love, + So vast, so full, so free. + + Vestry H. & T. Book. + + +190 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Better Sacrifice._ (297) + +Not all the blood of beasts, + On Jewish altars slain, +Could give the guilty conscience peace, + Or wash away the stain. + +2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, + Takes all our sins away; +A sacrifice of nobler name, + And richer blood than they. + +3 My faith would lay her hand + On that dear head of Thine, +While like a penitent I stand, + And there confess my sin. + +4 My soul looks back to see + The burden thou didst bear; +While hanging on the cursed tree, + And knows her guilt was there. + + Isaac Watts + + +191 Jesus Saves. P.M. + +_Atonement for All._ + +We have heard the joyful sound, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Spread the tidings all around, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Bear the news to ev'ry land, + Climb the steeps and cross the waves; +Onward! 'tis our Lord's command; + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +2 Waft it on the rolling tide, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Tell to sinners far and wide, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Sing, ye islands of the sea, + Echo back, ye ocean caves; +Earth shall keep her jubilee; + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +3 Sing above the battle strife, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +By his death and endless life, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Sing it softly thro' the gloom, + When the heart for mercy craves; +Sing in triumph o'er the tomb, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + +4 Give the winds a mighty voice, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Let the nations now rejoice, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! +Shout salvation full and free, + Highest hills and deepest caves; +This our song of victory, + Jesus saves, Jesus saves! + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +192 Boylston. S.M. + +_Ark of Salvation._ + +Like Noah's weary dove + That soared the earth around, +But not a resting place above + The cheerless waters found, + +2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, + On restless wing to roam; +All the wide world, to either pole, + Has not for thee a home. + +3 Behold the ark of God, + Behold the open door; +Hasten to gain that dear abode, + And rove, my soul, no more. + +4 There safe thou shalt abide, + There sweet shall be thy rest, +And every longing satisfied, + With full salvation blessed. + + Wm. A. Muhlenberg. + + +193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s. + +_A Joyful Message._ + +Sinners Jesus will receive; + Sound this word of grace to all +Who the heavenly pathway leave, + All who linger, all who fall. + +Ref.--Sing it o'er and o'er again; + Christ receiveth sinful men, + Make the message clear and plain: + Christ receiveth sinful men. + +2 Come, and he will give you rest; + Trust him for his word is plain; +He will take the sinfulest; + Christ receiveth sinful men. + +3 Now my heart condemns me not, + Pure before the law I stand; +He who cleansed me from all spot, + Satisfied its last demand. + +4 Christ receiveth sinful men, + Even me with all my sin; +Purged from every spot and stain, + Heaven with him I'll enter in. + + Arr. from Neumaster, 1671. + + +194 Depth of Mercy. 7s. + +_The Chief of Sinners_ (501) + +Depth of mercy! can there be +Mercy still reserved for me? +Can my God his wrath forbear? +Me, the chief of sinners, spare? + +Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel; + Jesus weeps and loves me still; + Jesus weeps and loves me still. + +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 There for me the Savior stands; +Shows his wounds and spreads his hands; +God is love; I know, I feel; +Jesus weeps, and loves me still. + +4 Now incline me to repent; +Let me now my fall lament; +Now my foul revolt deplore; +Weep, believe, and sin no more. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +195 Lenox. H.M. + +_The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461) + +Blow ye the trumpet, blow! + The gladly solemn sound, +Let all the nations know, + To earth's remotest bound, +The year of jubilee is come, +Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. + +2 Jesus, our great High Priest, + Hath full atonement made: +Ye weary spirits! rest, + Ye mournful souls! be glad; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + +3 Extol the Lamb of God,-- + The all-atoning Lamb; +Redemption in his blood, + Throughout the world, proclaim; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + +4 Ye, who have sold for naught + Your heritage above! +Shall have it back unbought, + The gift of Jesus' love; +The year of jubilee is come; +Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. + + Charles Wesley, 1755. + + +196 Lenox. H. M. + +_The Sacrifice._ + +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 written on his hands. + +2 He ever lives above, + For me to intercede; +His all-redeeming love, + His precious blood to plead; +His blood atoned for all our race, +And sprinkles now the throne of grace. + +3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, + Received on Calvary; +They pour effectual prayers, + They strongly speak for me; +Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, +Nor let that ransomed sinner die. + +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. + + +197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. + +_Jesus Paid It All._ + +I hear the Savior say, + Thy strength indeed is small; +Child of weakness, watch and pray, + Find in me thine all in all. + +Cho.--Jesus paid it all, + All to him I owe; + Sin had left a crimson stain, + He washed it white as snow. + +2 Lord, now indeed I find + Thy power, and thine alone, +Can change the leper's spots, + And melt the heart of stone. + +3 For nothing good have I + Whereby thy grace to claim-- +I'll wash my garment white + In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. + +4 When from my dying bed + My ransomed soul shall rise, +Then "Jesus paid it all" + Shall rend the vaulted skies. + +5 And when before the throne + I stand in him complete, +I'll lay my trophies down, + All down at Jesus' feet. + + Mrs. Elvina M. Hall. + + +198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. + +_Rev. 22:17._ (479) + +Come to the blood-stained tree; + The Victim bleeding lies; +God sets the sinner free, + Since Christ, a ransom, dies. + +2 The Spirit will apply + His blood to cleanse thy stain; +Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh, + For none can come in vain! + +3 Dark though thy guilt appear, + And deep its crimson stain, +There's boundless mercy here, + Oh, do not still disdain. + +4 Look not within for peace, + Within, there's nought to cheer; +Look up, and find release + From sin, and self, and fear. + + +199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M. + +_A Complete Atonement._ + +Christ has for sin atonement made, + What a wonderful Savior! +We are redeem'd, the price is paid, + What a wonderful Savior! + +Cho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus! + What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord! + +2 I praise him for the cleansing blood, + What a wonderful Savior! +That reconciled my soul to God, + What a wonderful Savior! + +3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin, + What a wonderful Savior! +And now he reigns and rules therein, + What a wonderful Savior! + +4 He walks beside me in the way, + What a wonderful Savior! +And keeps me faithful day by day, + What a wonderful Savior! + +5 He gives me overcoming power, + What a wonderful Savior! +And triumph in each conflict hour, + What a wonderful Savior! + +6 To him I've given all my heart, + What a wonderful Savior! +The world shall never share a part, + What a wonderful Savior! + + E. A. Hoffman. + + +200 Wonderful Grace. P.M. + +_Divine Grace._ + +'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, + This great salvation brings; +The soul, delivered of its load, + In sweetest rapture sings. + +Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace, + Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace, + 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, + Flowing still freely for me. + +2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, + Which saves the soul from sin, +The power of rising evil days, + And reigns supreme within. + +3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace; + Its streams are full and free; +Are flowing now for all the race, + They even flow to me. + + Rev. W. H. Burrell. + + +201 Seeking for Me. P.M. + +_Christ's Atoning Work._ + +Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, +Born in a manger to sorrow and shame; +Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name, + Seeking for me, for me. + +2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree +Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; +Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? + Dying for me, for me. + +3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old, +While I did wander afar from the fold, +Gently and long he hath plead with my soul, + Calling for me, for me. + +4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high; +Sweet is the promise as weary years fly; +Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, + Coming for me, for me. + + E. E. Hasty + + +202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. + +_At the Door._ (429) + +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. + +Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in, + He'll cleanse the heart from sin, + Oh, keep him no more out at the door, + But let the dear Savior come in. + +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 prove a friend indeed? +He will--the very friend you need; +The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he. +With garments died on Calvary. + +4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, +Turn out his enemy and thine; +That soul-destroying monster, sin, +And let the heavenly stranger in. + +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. + + Joseph Grigg, 1765. + + +203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M. + +_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430) + +Oh, do not let the word depart, + And close thine eyes against the light; +Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +2 To-morrow's sun may never rise + To bless thy long-deluded sight; +This is the time, oh, then be wise! + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +3 Our God in pity lingers still; + And wilt thou thus his love requite? +Renounce at length thy stubborn will; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + +4 The world has nothing left to give, + It has no new, no pure delight; +Oh, try the life which Christians live; + Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night? + + +204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Sinners, Turn!_ + +Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God, your Maker, asks you why? +God, who did your being give, +Made you with himself to live; +He the fatal cause demands; +Asks the work of his own hands,-- +Why, ye thankless creatures, why +Will ye cross his love, and die? + +2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God, your Savior, asks you why? +He, who did your souls retrieve, +Died himself, that ye might live. +Will ye let him die in vain? +Crucify your Lord again? +Why, ye ransomed sinners, why +Will ye slight his grace and die? + +3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? +God; the Spirit, asks you why? +He who all your lives hath strove, +Urged you to embrace his love. +Will ye not his grace receive? +Will ye still refuse to live? +O ye dying sinners, why, +Why will ye forever die? + + Rev. C. Wesley, 1745. + + + +205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Delay._ (454) + +Hasten, sinner! to be wise, + Stay not for the morrow's sun; +Wisdom, if thou still despise, + Harder is she to be won. + +2 Hasten, mercy to implore, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest thy season should be o'er, + Ere this evening's stage be run. + +3 Hasten, sinner! to return, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest thy lamp should fail to burn, + Ere salvation's work is done. + +4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed, + Stay not for the morrow's sun, +Lest perdition thee arrest, + Ere the morrow is begun. + + Thomas Scott, 1773. + + +206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_The Voice of Jesus._ (451) + +Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, +Come, and make my paths your choice; +I will guide you to your home; +Weary pilgrim! hither come. + +2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, +Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, +Long hast roamed this barren waste, +Weary pilgrim! hither haste. + +3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, +Seek for ease, but seek in vain! +Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, +In remorse for guilt who mourn!-- + +4 Hither come, for here is found +Balm that flows for every wound, +Peace that ever shall endure, +Rest eternal, sacred, sure. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812. + + +207 Why Do You Wait? P.M. + +_Immediate Decision._ + +Why do you wait, dear brother, + Oh, why do you tarry so long? +Your Savior is waiting to give you + A place in his sanctified throng. + +Cho.--Why not? why not? + Why not come to him now? + Why not? why not? + Why not come to him now? + +2 What do you hope, dear brother, + To gain by a further delay? +There's no one to save you but Jesus, + There's no other way but his way. + +3 Do you not feel, dear brother, + His Spirit now striving within? +Oh, why not accept his salvation, + And throw off thy burden of sin? + +4 Why do you wait, dear brother, + The harvest is passing away, +Your Savior is longing to bless you, + There's danger and death in delay. + + George F. Root. + + +208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. + +_Come and Welcome._ (455) + +From the cross uplifted high, +Where the Savior deigns to die, +What melodious sounds we hear, +Bursting on the ravished ear!-- +"Love's redeeming' work is done-- +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- +Why beneath thy burdens groan? +On my pierced body laid, +Justice owns the ransom paid-- +Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-- +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +3 "Spread for thee, the festal board-- +See with richest bounty stored; +To thy Father's bosom pressed, +Thou shalt be a child confessed, +Never from his house to roam; +Come and welcome, sinner, come! + +4 "Soon the days of life shall end-- +Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend! +Safe your spirit to convey +To the realms of endless day, +Up to my eternal home +Come and welcome, sinner, come!" + + T. Haweis, 1792. + + +209 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Gospel Feast._ (417) + +Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor! + Behold a royal feast, +Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, + For every humble guest. + +2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms; + He calls,--he bids you come; +Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; + But, see! there yet is room. + +3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart; + There love and pity meet; +Nor will he bid the soul depart, + That trembles at his feet + +4 Oh! come, and with his children taste + The blessings of his love: +While hope attends the sweet repast + Of nobler joys above. + +5 There, with united heart and voice, + Before th' eternal throne, +Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, + In ecstasies unknown. + +6 And yet ten thousand thousand more + Are welcome still to come; +Ye longing souls! the grace adore, + Approach, there yet is room. + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +210 Azmon. C.M. + +_Gen. 6:3._ + +There is a line by us unseen, + That crosses every path, +The hidden boundary between + God's patience and his wrath. + +2 To pass that limit is to die, + To die as if by stealth; +It does not quench the beaming eye, + Nor pale the glow of health. + +3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne + By which our path is crossed; +Beyond which God himself hath sworn + That he who goes is lost? + +4 How far may we go on to sin? + How long will God forbear? +Where does hope end, and where begin + The confines of despair? + +5 An answer from the skies is sent,-- + "Ye that from God depart, +While it is called to-day, repent, + And harden not your heart." + + Joseph Addison Alexander. + + +211 Azmon. C.M. + +_The Last Resolve._ (416) + +Come, humble sinner! in whose breast + A thousand thoughts revolve: +Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, + And make this last resolve:-- + +2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my 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 sovereign grace. + +4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea; + Perhaps will hear my prayer; +But, if I perish, I will pray, + And perish only there. + +5 "I can but perish if I go, + I am resolved to try; +For, if I stay away, I know + I must forever die." + + Edmund Jones, 1777. + + +212 Sessions. L.M. + +_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427) + +Say, sinner, hath a voice within + Oft whispered to thy secret soul, +Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, + And yield thy heart to God's control? + +2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-- + It was the Spirit's gracious call; +It bade thee make the better choice, + And haste to seek in Christ thine all. + +3 Spurn not the call for life and light; + Regard in time the warning kind; +That call thou may'st not always slight + And yet the gate of mercy find. + +4 God's Spirit will not always strive + With hardened self-destroying men; +Ye, who persist his love to grieve, + May never hear his voice again. + +5 Sinner! perhaps this very day + Thy last accepted time may be: +Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away + Then hope may never beam on thee. + + Mrs. Ann B. Hyde. + + +213 Just As Thou Art. L.M. + +_Just As Thou Art._ (428) + +Just as thou art--without one trace +Of love, or joy, or inward grace,-- +Or meekness for the heav'nly place,-- + Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come. + +2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree; +The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, +That peace and pardon might be free;-- + Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come. + +3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed? +Trust not the world; it gives no rest; +I bring relief to hearts oppressed;-- + Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come. + +4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, +Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears; +'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;-- + Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come. + +5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!" +Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!" +Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come; + Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come. + + Russell S. Cook, 1850, _a._ + + +214 Jesus is Calling. P.M. + +_The Call of Christ._ + +Jesus is tenderly calling thee home-- + Calling to-day, calling to-day; +Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam + Farther and farther away? + +Ref.--Calling to-day, + Calling to-day. + Jesus is calling, + Is tenderly calling to-day. + +2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest-- + Calling to-day, calling to-day; +Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest; + He will not turn thee away. + +3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now-- + Waiting to-day, waiting to-day; +Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow; + Come, and no longer delay. + +4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice-- + Hear him to-day, hear him to-day; +They who believe on his name shall rejoice; + Quickly arise and away. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +215 Goshen. 11s. + +_All Things Ready._ (469) + +Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, +When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? +Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!" +And angels are waiting to welcome you home. + +2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, +Your hearts may grow better by staying away! +Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, +While streams of salvation are flowing so free. + +3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; +Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? +If sin is your burden, why will you not come? +'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home. + +4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? +There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; +If still you are doubting, make trial and see. +And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. + + Josiah Hopkins, 1830. + + +216 Goshen. 11s. + +_Danger of Delay._ (470) + +Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near; + The waters of life are now flowing for thee; +No price is demanded, the Savior is here, + Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. + +2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse + The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? +A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse + To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? + +3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come, + For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; +Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,-- + Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. + +4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace, + Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight; +And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,-- + To sink in the vale of eternity's night. + + Thomas Hastings, 1831. + + +217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s. + +_Divine Sympathy._ (477) + +There's a wideness in God's mercy, + Like the wideness of the sea; +There's a kindness in his justice, + Which is more than liberty. + +Ref.--He is calling, "Come to me;" + Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee. + +2 There's no place where earthly sorrows + Are more felt than up in heaven; +There's no place where earthly failings + Have such kindly judgment given. + +3 For the love of God is broader + Than the measure of man's mind, +And the heart of the Eternal + Is most wonderfully kind. + +4 But we make his love too narrow, + By false limits of our own; +And we magnify his strictness + With a zeal he will not own. + +5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus; + Come, but come not doubting thus; +Come with faith that trusts more freely + His great tenderness for us. + +6 If our love were but more simple, + We should take him at his word; +And our lives would be all sunshine + In the sweetness of our Lord. + + Frederick Faber, _ab._ + + +218 Come to Jesus. + + (478) + +Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, + Come to Jesus just now, +Just now come to Jesus, + Come to Jesus just now. + +2 He will save you. + +3 Oh, believe him. + +4 He is able. + +5 He is willing. + +6 He'll receive you. + +7 Call upon him. + +8 He will hear you. + +9 Look unto him. + +10 He'll forgive you. + +11 Flee to Jesus. + +12 He will cleanse you. + +13 He will clothe you. + +14 Jesus loves you. + +15 Don't reject him. + +16 Only trust him. + +17 Hallelujah. Amen. + + +219 Who'll Be the Next? P.M. + +_Delay Deplored._ + +Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next the cross to bear? +Someone is ready, someone is waiting; + Who'll be the next a crown to wear? + +Ref.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next? + Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now? + Follow Jesus now? + +2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus-- + Follow his weary, bleeding feet? +Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden + Down at the Father's mercy-seat? + +3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? + Who'll be the next to praise his name? +Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption-- + Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb? + +4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, + Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide? +Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed, + Singing upon the other side? + + Annie S. Hawks. + + +220 Let Him In. P.M. + +_The Stranger at the Door._ + +There's a stranger at the door, + Let him in, +He has been there oft before, + Let him in; +Let him in ere he is gone, +Let him in, the Holy One, +Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, + Let him in. + +2 Open now to him your heart, + Let him in, +If you wait he will depart, + Let him in; +Let him in, he is your Friend, +He your soul will sure defend, +He will keep you to the end, + Let him in. + +3 Hear you now his loving voice? + Let him in, +Now, oh, now make him your choice + Let him in; +He is standing at the door, +Joy to you he will restore, +And his name you will adore, + Let him in. + +4 Now admit the heavenly Guest, + Let him in, +He will make for you a feast, + Let him in; +He will speak your sins forgiv'n, +And when earth ties all are riven, +He will take you home to heaven, + Let him in. + + Rev. J. B. Atchison. + + +221 Almost Persuaded. P.M. + +_"Almost," but Lost._ (475) + +"Almost persuaded" now to believe; +"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; +Seems now some soul to say, +"Go, Spirit, go thy way; +Some more convenient day + On thee I'll call." + +2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; +"Almost persuaded," turn not away, +Jesus invites you here, +Angels are ling'ring near, +Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear; + Oh, wand'rer, come! + +3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past! +"Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! +"Almost" cannot avail; +"Almost" is but to fail! +Sad, sad that bitter wail,-- + "Almost," but lost! + + P. P. Bliss. + + +222 To-Day. 6s & 4s. + + (476) + +To-day the Savior calls! + Ye wand'rers, come, +Oh, ye benighted souls, + Why longer roam? + +2 To-day the Savior calls! + Oh, hear him now; +Within these sacred walls + To Jesus bow. + +3 Today the Savior calls! + For refuge fly! +The storm of justice falls, + And death is nigh. + +4 The Spirit calls to-day; + Yield to his power; +Oh, grieve him not away, + 'Tis mercy's hour. + + +223 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Invitation Hymn._ (463) + +Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, + Weak and wounded, sick and sore; +Jesus ready stands to save you, + Full of pity, love, and pow'r; + He is able, + He is willing, doubt no more. + +2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome; + God's free bounty glorify; +True belief and true repentance, + Every grace that brings you nigh, + Without money, + Come to Jesus Christ and buy. + +3 Let not conscience make you linger, + Nor of fitness fondly dream; +All the fitness he requireth + Is to feel your need of him; + This he gives you; + 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. + +4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, + Bruised and mangled by the fall; +If you tarry till you're better, + You will never come at all; + Not the righteous,-- + Sinners Jesus came to call. + + Joseph Hart, 1759. + +Cho.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, + Sound the praise of his dear name: + Glory, honor, and salvation, + Christ, the Lord, is come to reign. + +Cho.--I will arise and go to Jesus, + He will embrace me in his arms, + In the arms of my dear Savior, + Oh, there are ten thousand charms! + + +224 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_The Voice of Mercy._ (466) + +Listen, sinner! mercy hails you; + With her sweetest voice she calls; +Bids you hasten to the Savior, + Ere the hand of justice falls: + Listen, sinner! + 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. + +2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering + O'er the path you dare to tread! +Hark! the awful thunders rolling + Loud and louder o'er your head! + Flee, oh, sinner! + Lest the lightnings strike you dead. + +3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior; + Sue his mercy while you may; +Soon the day of grace is over; + Soon your life will pass away, + Hasten sinner! + You must perish, if you stay. + + Andrew Reed, 1817. + + +225 Rhinehart. 7s & 6s. + +_Penitents Encouraged._ (458) + +Dropping souls! no longer mourn, + Jesus still is precious; +If to him you now return, + Heav'n will be propitious; +Jesus now is passing by, + Calling wand'rers near him; +Drooping souls! you need not die, + Go to him and hear him! + +2 He has pardons full and free, + Drooping souls to gladden; +Still he cries--"Come unto me, + Weary, heavy laden!" +Tho' your sins, like mountains high, + Rise, and reach to heaven, +Soon as you on him rely, + All shall be forgiven. + +3 Precious is the Savior's name, + All his saints adore him; +He to save the dying came;-- + Prostrate bow before him! +Wand'ring sinner! now return; + Contrite souls! believe him! +Jesus calls you; cease to mourn; + Worship him; receive him. + + Thomas Hastings. 1831. + + +226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s. + +_Judgment Day._ + +Soon the evening shadows falling + Close the day of mortal life; +Soon the hand of death appalling + Draws thee from its weary strife. + +Cho.--Are you ready? are you ready? + 'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? + Are you ready? are you ready? + Do not linger longer, come to-day. + +2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding + Calls thee to the judgment throne; +Now prepare, for love abounding + Yet has left thee not alone. + +3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger! + Art thou ready--ready now? +Ready should Death's icy finger + Lay its chill upon thy brow? + +4 Priceless love and free salvation + Freely still are offered thee; +Yield no longer to temptation, + But from sin and sorrow flee. + + J. W. Slaughenhaupt. + + +227 Windham. L.M. + +_The Broad Road._ + +Broad is the road that leads to death, + And thousands walk together there; +But wisdom shows a narrow path, + With here and there a traveler. + +2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," + Is the Redeemer's great command; +Nature must count her gold but dross, + If she would gain this heavenly land. + +3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, + And walks the ways of God no more, +Is but esteemed almost a saint. + And makes his own destruction sure. + +4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; + Create my heart entirely new-- +Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, + Which false apostates never knew. + + Isaac Watts. + + +228 Gorton. S.M. + +_The Second Death._ (504) + +Oh, where shall rest be found-- + Rest for the weary soul? +'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, + Or pierce to either pole. + +2 The world can never give + The bliss for which we sigh; +'Tis not the whole of life to live, + Nor all of death to die. + +3 Beyond this vale of tears + There is a life above, +Unmeasured by the flight of years; + And all that life is love. + +4 There is a death, whose pang + Outlasts the fleeting breath; +Oh, what eternal horrors hang + Around the second death! + +5 Lord God of truth and grace, + Teach us that death to shun, +Lest we be banished from thy face, + And evermore undone. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +229 No Room in Heaven. P.M. + +_Shut Out._ + +How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, + All hopeless and unforgiven, +The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, + Should answer, No room in heaven. + +Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be! + No room in heaven for thee! + No room, no room, + No room in heaven for thee! + +2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past, + The bright summer days all over; +To know that the reapers had gathered the grain, + And left thee alone forever. + +3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near, + Remember the love that he gave you; +The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still, + And Jesus now waits to save you. + + W. O. Cushing. + + +230 When the King Comes in. P.M. + +_The Final Test._ + +Called to the feast by the King are we, + Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, +How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, + When the King comes in? + +Ref.--When the King comes in, brother, + When the King comes in! + How will it fare with thee and me + When the King comes in? + +2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, + Glorified he who once died for men, +Splendid the vision before us then, + When the King comes in. + +3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show + Things hidden long from both friend and foe, +Just what we are will each neighbor know, + When the King comes in. + +4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest + Who is in white wedding garments dressed, +Ah, well for us if we stand the test, + When the King comes in. + +5 Endless the separation then, + Bitter the cry of deluded men, +Awful that moment beyond all ken, + When the King comes in. + +6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, + So to await thee each in his place, +That we may fear not to see thy face + When thou comest in. + + J.E. Landor. + + +231 When the Door is Shut. P.M. + +_The Present Invitation._ + +The door of salvation is open wide, + And Jesus invites you to come; +While mercy and pardon await within, + Oh, enter while yet there is room. + +Ref.--When the door once is shut, + To entreat will be vain; + 'Twill never, no, never + Be opened again. + +2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests, + The day and the hour are at hand; +Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near; + Oh, why do you doubtingly stand? + +3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without, + And plead for admittance in vain, +You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice, + And long for this moment again. + + M. E. Servoss. + + +232 Hebron. L.M. + +_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495) + +Oh, that my load of sin were gone; + Oh, that I could at last submit +At Jesus' feet to lay it down-- + To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. + +2 Rest for my soul I long to find; + Savior of all, if mine thou art, +Give me the meek and lowly mind, + And stamp thine image on my heart. + +3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, + And fully set my spirit free; +I cannot rest till pure within-- + Till I am wholly lost in thee. + +4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; + Thy light and easy burden prove; +The cross all stained with hallowed blood, + The labor of thy dying love. + +5 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. + + Charles Wesley, 1742. + + +233 Hebron. L.M. + +_Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493) + +Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; + Let a repenting rebel live; +Are not thy mercies large and free? + May not a sinner trust in thee? + +2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass + The power and glory of thy grace; +Great God, thy nature hath no bound, + So let thy pard'ning love be found. + +3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, + And make my guilty conscience clean; +Here, on my heart, the burden lies + And past offenses pain mine eyes. + +4 My lips with shame my sins confess, + Against thy law, against thy grace; +Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, + I am condemned, but thou art clear. + +5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, + Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, +Would light on some sweet promise there, + Some sure support against despair. + + Charles Wesley, 1742. + + +234 Hebron. L.M. + +_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494) + +Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, + Though I have done thee such despite, +Nor cast the sinner quite away, + Nor take thine everlasting flight. + +2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, + And still shook off my guilty fears; +And vexed and urged, thee to depart, + For many long rebellious years. + +3 Though I have most unfaithful been, + Of all whoe'er thy grace received! +Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; + Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; + +4 This only woe I deprecate; + This only plague I pray remove; +Nor leave me in my lost estate; + Nor curse me with this want of love. + +5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, + Upraise me with thy gracious hand, +And guide into thy perfect peace, + And bring me to the promised land. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + +235 Woodworth. L.M. + +_Coming in Humility._ (489) + +Just as I am, without one plea, +But that thy blood was shed for me, +And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +2 Just as I am, and waiting not +To rid my soul of one dark blot, +To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about +With many a conflict, many a doubt, +Fightings within, and fears without, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +4 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! + +5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive, +Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; +Because thy promise I believe, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + +6 Just as I am--thy love unknown +Hath broken every barrier down; +Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, + O Lamb of God, I come! I come! + + Charlotte Elliott, 1836. + + +236 Badea. S.M. + +_Decision._ (506) + +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 compelled, + And own thee conqueror. + +3 Tho' late, I all forsake, + My friends, my all resign; +Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, 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. + + Charles Wesley, 1746. + + +237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s. + +_The Call Answered._ + +Do you hear the Savior calling, + By the wooings of his voice? +Do you hear the accents falling? + Will you make the precious choice? + +Ref.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning + Just to hear the accents fall! + I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning + To the Savior's gentle call! + +2 By his Spirit he is wooing, + Softly drawing us to him, +Thro' the day and night pursuing, + With his gentle voice to win. + +3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking + To the wand'ring, erring ones; +List! the voice the stillness breaking! + Hear the sweet and solemn tones! + +4 In his providential dealings, + Even in his stern decrees, +In the loudest thunders pealing, + Or the murm'ring of the breeze. + + W. S. Marshall. + + +238 I Do Believe. C.M. + +_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491) + +Father, I stretch my hand 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 thro' his blood, his precious blood, + I shall from sin be free. + +2 What did thine only Son endure. + Before I drew my breath? +What pain, what labor, to secure + My soul from endless death! + +3 O Jesus, could I this believe, + I now should feel thy power; +And all my wants thou would'st relieve, + In this accepted hour. + +4 Author of faith! to thee I lift + My weary, longing eyes; +Oh, let me now receive that gift-- + My soul without it dies. + +5 Surely thou canst not let me die; + Oh, speak, and I shall live, +And here I will unwearied lie, + Till thou thy Spirit give. + +6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, + Could I but see thy face; +Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, + And taste thy pard'ning grace. + + Charles Wesley + + +239 I Do Believe. C.M. + +_The Friend of Sinners._ (485) + +Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; + As such I look to thee; +Now, in the fullness of thy love, + O Lord! remember me. + +2 Remember thy pure word of grace,-- + Remember Calvary; +Remember all thy dying groans, + And, then, remember me. + +3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! + I yield myself to thee; +While thou art sitting on thy throne, + Dear Lord! remember me. + +4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile, + But thy salvation's free; +Then, in thine all abounding grace, + Dear Lord! remember me. + + Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._ + + +240 Brown. C.M. + +_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482) + +Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, + Where Jesus answers prayer; +There humbly fall before his feet, + For none can perish there. + +2 Thy promise is my only plea, + With this I venture nigh; +Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee, + And such, O Lord, am I. + +3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, + By Satan sorely pressed; +By wars without and fears within, + I come to thee for rest. + +4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die, + To bear the cross and shame; +That guilty sinners, such as I, + Might plead thy gracious name. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +241 Take Me As I Am. P.M. + +_No Hope in Self._ + +Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry; +Unless thou help me, I must die; +Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh + And take me as I am. + +Ref.--Take me as I am, + Take me as I am; + Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, + And take me as I am. + +2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, +But yet for me thy blood was spilt, +And thou canst make me as thou wilt, + But take me as I am. + +3 I thirst, I long to know thy love, +Thy full salvation I would prove; +But since to thee I cannot move + Oh, take me as I am. + +4 If thou hast work for me to do, +Inspire my will, my heart renew, +And work both in and by me, too, + But take me as I am. + +5 And when at last the work is done. +The battle o'er, the victory won, +Still, still my cry shall be alone, + Oh, take me as I am. + + Eliza H. Hamilton. + + +242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M. + +_The Source of Peace._ + +Would you lose your load of sin? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you know God's peace within? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +Cho.--Jesus who on the cross did die, + Jesus who lives and reigns on high, + He alone can justify; + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +2 Would you calmly walk the wave? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you know his pow'r to save? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +3 Would you have your cares grow light? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Would you songs have in the night? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +4 Grieving, would you comfort know? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +Humble be when blessings flow? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + +5 Would you strength in weakness have? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus; +See a light beyond the grave? + Fix your eyes upon Jesus. + + D. W. Whittle. + + +243 At the Cross. C.M. + +_Rom. 5:2._ (664) + +I stand; but not as once I did, + Beneath my load of guilt; +The blessed Jesus bore it all-- + For me his blood was spilt. + +2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount, + With arms around the cross; +I have been there, and left behind + Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross. + +3 I stand e'en now where he appears, + In union with my Lord; +In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought. + I read it in his word. + +4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone-- + In him we are complete; +We live by faith! but soon in sight + Our coming Christ we'll greet. + + Unknown. + + +244 At the Cross. C.M. + +_Salvation at the Cross._ (492) + +Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, + My Savior, can it be +That thou hast borne the crown of thorns + And suffered death for me? + +Cho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light + And, the burden of my heart rolled away-- + It was there by faith I received my sight, + And now I am happy all the day. + +2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet, + I give myself to thee; +I plead thy merits, thine alone, + For thou hast died for me. + +3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide, + For sinners flowing free, +Then rise, renewed by grace divine, + And shout salvation free. + +4 And when I reach thy place above, + My sweetest notes will be, +Redemption through a Savior's name, + Who bled and died for me. + + Fanny Crosby, 1873. + + +245 Saved by Faith. P.M. + +_Justified by Faith._ + +I have found redemption in the Savior's blood, + I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I am sweetly trusting in the word of God + I am saved by faith in his blood. + +Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, + I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me, + I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, + I am saved by faith in his blood. + +2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I will trust in Jesus while I run my race, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + +3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +I will trust his promise, on his strength rely, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + +4 I will keep on singing as I march along, +I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; +In my home in glory this shall be my song, +I am saved by faith in his blood. + + +246 Only Trust Him. C.M. + +_Peace in Believing._ + +Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed, + There's mercy with the Lord; +And he will surely give you rest + By trusting in his word. + +Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him, + Only trust him now; + He will save you, he will save you, + He will save you now. + +2 For Jesus shed his precious blood + Rich blessings to bestow; +Plunge now into the crimson flood + That washes white as snow. + +3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way, + That leads you into rest; +Believe in him without delay, + And you are fully blest. + +4 Come, then, and join this holy band, + And on to glory go, +To dwell in that celestial land, + Where joys immortal flow. + + J. H. Stockton. + + +247 Is My Name Written There? P.M. + +_The Book of Life._ + +Lord, I care not for riches, + Neither silver nor gold; +I would make sure of heaven, + I would enter the fold. +In the book of thy kingdom, + With its pages so fair, +Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, + Is my name written there? + +Cho.--Is my name written there? + On the page white and fair? + In the book of thy kingdom, + Is my name written there? + +2 Lord, my sins, they are many, + Like the sands of the sea, +But thy blood, oh, my Savior, + Is sufficient for me; +For thy promise is written, + In bright letters that glow, +"Tho' your sins be as scarlet, + I will make them like snow." + +3 Oh, that beautiful city, + With its mansions of light, +With its glorified beings, + In pure garments of white; +Where no evil thing cometh + To despoil what is fair; +Where the angels are watching, + Yes, my name's written there. + + Mrs. Mary A. Kidder. + + +248 Convert. P.M. + +_Joy in Christ._ + + Oh, how happy are they + Who their Savior obey, +And have laid up their treasures above; + Tongue cannot express + The sweet comfort and peace +Of a soul in its earliest love. + +2 That sweet comfort was mine, + When the favor divine +I first found in the blood of the Lamb; + When my heart it believed, + What a joy I received, +What a heaven in Jesus' name. + +3 'Twas a heaven below + My Redeemer to know, +And the angels could do nothing more + Than to fall at his feet, + And the story repeat, +And the Lover of sinners adore. + +4 Jesus, all the day long, + Was my joy and my song; +O that all his salvation might see! + He hath loved me, I cried, + He hath suffered and died +To redeem such a rebel as me. + +5 On the wings of his love + I was carried above +All sin and temptation and pain, + And I could not believe + That I ever should grieve-- +That I ever should suffer again. + +6 I then rode on the sky, + Freely justified I, +Nor did envy Elijah his seat; + My soul mounted higher, + In a chariot of tire, +And the moon it was under my feet. + +7 O the rapturous height + Of that holy delight +Which I felt in the life-giving blood, + Of my Savior possessed, + I was perfectly blest, +As if filled with the fullness of God. + +8 Never more will I stray + From my Savior away, +But I'll follow the Lamb till I die; + I will take up my cross, + And count all things but loss, +Till I meet with my Lord in the sky. + + Charles Wesley. + + +249 Hallowed Spot. P.M. + +_The Place of Conversion._ (249) + +There is a spot to me more dear + Than native vale or mountain; +A spot to which affection's tear + Springs grateful from its fountain; +'Tis not where kindred souls abound-- + Tho' that is almost heaven-- +But where I first my Savior found, + And felt my sins forgiven. + +2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore, + Long tossed upon the ocean, +Above me was the thunder's roar, + Beneath, the wave's commotion. +Darkly the pall of night was thrown + Around me, faint with terror; +In that dark hour how did my groans + Ascend for years of error. + +3 Sinking and panting as for breath, + I knew not help was nigh me, +And cried, O save me, Lord, from death-- + Immortal Jesus, hear me. +Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine-- + My Savior stood before me; +I saw his brightness round me shine, + And shouted glory, glory. + +4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot! + Where love divine first found me; +Wherever falls my distant lot, + My heart shall linger round thee: +And as from earth I rise, to soar + Up to my home in heaven, +Down will I cast my eyes once more, + Where I was first forgiven. + + William Hunter, D. D. + + +250 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Need of Conversion_ + +How solemn are the words, + And yet to faith how plain, +Which Jesus uttered while on earth-- + "Ye must be born again!" + +2 "Ye must be born again!" + For so hath God decreed; +No reformation will suffice-- + 'Tis life poor sinners need. + +3 "Ye must be born again!" + And life in Christ must have; +In vain the soul may elsewhere go-- + 'Tis he alone can save. + +4 "Ye must be born again!" + Or never enter heaven; +'Tis only blood-washed ones are there-- + The ransomed and forgiven. + + Anon. + + +251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M. + +_The Soul Redeemed._ + +When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, + When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll; +Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, + It is well, it is well with my soul. + +Cho.--It is well with my soul, + It is well, it is well with my soul. + +2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, + Let this blest assurance control, +That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, + And hath shed his own blood for my soul. + +3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't-- + My sin--not in part but the whole, +Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more, + Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul! + +4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, + The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, +The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, + "Even so"--it is well with my soul. + + H.G. Spafford. + + +252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s. + +_An Accomplished Work._ + +'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give +Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe + +Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done, + I believe on the Son; + I am saved by the blood of the crucified One. + +2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, +Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. + +3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; +They are safe now in glory, and this is their song: + +4 Little children I see standing close by their King, +And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing. + +5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, +And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold, + +6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, +And the theme of our praises forever will be. + + +253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. + +_From Darkness to Light._ (522) + +Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, + Thee thyself I cannot see; +Jesus, Master! pass not by me; + Son of David! pity me. + +2 While I sit in weary blindness, + Longing for the blessed light, +Many taste thy loving kindness; + "Lord! I would receive my sight." + +3 I would see thee and adore thee, + And thy word the power can give; +Hear the sightless soul implore thee; + Let me see thy face and live. + +4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me? + What this burst of strange delight? +Lo! the rapturous vision fills me! + This is Jesus! this is sight! + +5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! + Let me follow in the way; +I will teach the blind to find him + Who can turn their night to day. + + H.D. Ganse. + + +254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. + +_The Blind Man Healed._ (521) + +"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!" + Thus blind Bartimeus prayed; +"Others by thy word are saved, + Now to me afford thine aid." + +2 Many for his crying chid him,-- + But he called the louder still; +Till the gracious Savior bade him,-- + "Come, and ask me what you will." + +3 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. + +4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness, + Let mine eyes behold the day!" +Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, + Followed Jesus in the way. + +5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, + Publishing to all around, +"Friends! is not my case amazing? + What a Savior I have found! + +6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, + And would be advised by me! +Surely would they hasten to him, + He would cause them all to see." + + John Newton, 1779. + + +255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M. + +Oh, the peace that fills my soul, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Cleansed from sin, made free and whole, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +Cho.--This is my abiding place, + Clothed with his abounding grace, + Looking upward to his face, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +2 Christ is mine in storm and calm, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +All my wounds are filled with balm, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +3 Here I rest from toil and strife, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Safe beneath the Tree of Life, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + +4 Come ye guilty and be healed, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus; +Freely is God's love revealed, + Sitting at the feet of Jesus. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +256 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649) + +Forever here my rest shall be, + Close to thy bleeding side; +'Tis all my hope and all my plea, + "For me the Savior died." + +2 My dying Savior and my God, + Fountain for guilt and sin, +Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, + And cleanse and keep me clean. + +3 Wash me and make me thus thine own, + Wash me, and mine thou art! +Wash me, but not my feet alone, + My hands, my head, my heart! + +4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply + Till faith to sight improve, +Till hope in full fruition die, + And all my soul be love. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +257 Ortonville. C.M. + +_The Believer's Rest._ (654) + +Lord, I believe a rest remains + To all thy people known; +A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, + And thou art loved alone. + +2 A rest where all our soul's desire + Is fixed on things above; +Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, + Cast out by perfect love. + +3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, + Believe and enter in: +Now, Savior, now the power bestow, + And let me cease from sin. + +4 Remove this hardness from my heart; + This unbelief remove: +To me the rest of faith impart-- + The Sabbath of thy love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +258 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Longing for Christ._ (648) + +Oh! could I find from day to day, + A nearness to my God; +Then should my hours glide sweet away, + And live upon thy word. + +2 Lord! I desire with thee to live. + Anew from day to day, +In joys the world can never give, + Nor ever take away. + +3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart + And I'll be wholly thine; +And never, nevermore depart; + For thou art wholly mine. + +4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, + Thy goodness I'll adore; +And, when my flesh dissolves in death, + My soul shall love thee more. + + Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. + + +259 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Self-Dedication._ (662) + +Welcome, O Savior! to my heart; + Possess thine humble throne; +Bid every rival hence depart, + And claim me for thine own. + +2 The world and Satan I forsake,-- + To thee I all resign; +My longing heart, O Jesus! take, + And make it all divine. + +3 Oh! may I never turn aside, + Nor from thy bosom flee; +Let nothing here my heart divide-- + I give it all to thee. + + Hugh Bourne, 1825. + + +260 Rhine. C.M. + +_Prayer for Entire Sanctification._ (652) + +My God, I know, I feel thee mine, + And will not quit my claim +Till all I have is lost in thine, + And all renewed I am. + +2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, + And will not let thee go, +Till steadfastly by faith I stand + And all thy goodness know. + +3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love + Shed in my heart abroad: +Then shall my feet no longer rove, + Rooted and fixed in God. + +4 Refining fire, go through my heart, + Illuminate my soul; +Scatter thy life through every part, + And sanctify the whole. + + Charles Wesley. + + +261 Bemerton. C.M. + +_Self-Consecration._ (646) + +My God! accept my heart this day, + And make it always thine, +That I from thee no more may stray, + No more from thee decline. + +2 Before the cross of him who died, + Behold I prostrate fall; +Let every sin be crucified; + Let Christ be All in All. + +3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, + My blest atonement prove, +That I, from first to last, may be + The purchase of thy love. + +4 Let every thought, and work, and word, + To thee be ever given; +Then life shall be thy service, Lord! + And death the gate of heaven. + + Matthew Bridges, 1848. + + +262 Uxbridge. L.M. + +_Living to Christ Alone._ (815) + +My gracious Lord! I own thy right +To every service I can pay, +And call it my supreme delight, +To hear thy dictates and obey. + +2 What is my being, but for thee, +Its sure support, its noblest end? +Thine ever-smiling face to see, +And serve the cause of such a Friend. + +3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, +Or to increase my worldly good; +Nor future days or powers employ, +To spread a sounding name abroad. + +4 'Tis to my Savior I would live, +To him, who for my ransom died; +Nor could all worldly honor give +Such bliss as crowns me at his side. + + Philip Doddridge. 1740. + + +263 Gratitude. L.M. + +_God Wills Our Holiness._ (679) + +He wills that I should holy be; +That holiness I long to feel; +That full divine conformity +To all my Savior's righteous will. + +2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul +Accomplished in the change of mine; +And plunge me, every whit made whole, +In all the depths of love divine. + +3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, +And waits to prove thine utmost will; +The promise by thy mercy made, +Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill. + +4 No more I stagger at thy power, +Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; +Hasten the long-expected hour, +And bless me with thy perfect love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +264 Duane Street. L.M.D. + +_The Way to God._ + +Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, +He whom I fixed my hopes upon; +His track I see, and I'll pursue +The narrow way till him I view. +The way the holy prophets went, +The road that leads from banishment; +The King's highway of holiness; +I'll go, for all his paths are peace. + +2 This is the way I long have sought, +And mourned because I found it not; +My grief a burden long has been, +Because I was not saved from sin. +The more I strove against its power, +I felt its weight and guilt the more; +Till late I heard my Savior say, +"Come hither, soul, I am the way." + +3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, +Shalt take me to thee, as I am; +Nothing but sin have I to give; +Nothing but love shall I receive. +Then will I tell to sinners round, +What a dear Savior I have found; +I'll point to thy redeeming blood, +And say, "Behold the way to God." + + John Cennick, 1743 + + +265 Duane Street. L.M.D. + +_Bought with a Price._ + +Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, +Purchased and saved by blood divine, +With full consent thine I would be, +And own thy sovereign right in me. + +2 Grant one poor sinner more a place +Among the children of thy grace; +A wretched sinner, lost to God, +But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. + +3 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. + +4 Here at that cross where flows the blood, +That bought my guilty soul for God, +Thee, my new Master now I call, +And consecrate to thee my all. + + Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._ + + +266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704) + +Jesus, I my cross have taken, + All to leave and follow thee; +Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, + Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! +Perish, every fond ambition, + All I've sought, or hoped, or known, +Yet how rich is my condition, + God and heaven are still my own! + +2 Let the world despise and leave me-- + They have left my Savior 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 disown me, + Show thy face and all is bright. + +3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; + Come, disaster, scorn, and pain! +In thy service pain is pleasure, + With thy favor, loss is gain. +I have called thee, Abba, Father, + I have set my heart on thee; +Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-- + All must work for good to thee. + +4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, + Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; +Heaven's eternal day's before thee, + God's own hand shall guide thee there. +Soon shall close thy earthly mission, + Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; +Hope shall change to glad fruition, + Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. + + Henry Francis Lyte, 1829. + + +267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. + +_Desiring Sanctification._ (701) + +Love divine, all love excelling, + Joy of heaven, to earth come down; +Fix in us thy humble dwelling; + All thy faithful mercies crown; +Jesus, thou art all compassion; + Pure, unbounded love thou art; +Visit us with thy salvation; + Enter every trembling heart. + +2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit + Into every troubled breast, +Let us all thy grace inherit; + Let us find thy promised rest; +Take away the love of sinning; + Take our load of guilt away; +End the work of thy beginning; + Bring us to eternal day. + +3 Carry on thy new creation; + Pure and holy may we be; +Let us see our whole salvation + Perfectly secured by thee: +Change from glory into glory, + Till in heaven we take our place, +Till we cast our crowns before thee, + Lost in wonder, love, and praise. + + Charles Wesley, 1747. + + +268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double. + +_Union with Jesus._ (700) + +In thy service will I ever, + Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; +Nothing me from thee shall sever, + Gladly would I go thy way. +Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever + Thine in sorrow and in joy; +Death the union shall not sever, + Nor eternity destroy. + +2 Let thy light on me be shining + When the day is almost gone, +When the evening is declining, + And the night is drawing on: +Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying + Thy hands on my weary head; +"Here thy day is ended," saying, + "Yonder live the faithful dead." + +3 Stay beside me, when the stillness + And the icy touch of death +Fill my trembling soul with chillness, + Like the morning's frosty breath; +As my failing eyes grow dimmer, + Let my spirit grow more bright, +As I see the first faint glimmer + Of the everlasting light. + + P. Spitta, 1833. + + +269 Even Me. 8s & 7s. + +_Pass Me Not._ (523) + +Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, + Thou art scattering, broad and free; +Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; + Let their fullness fall on me. + +Ref.--Even me, even me, + Let their fullness fall on me. + +2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father! + Sinful, though my heart may be; +Thou might'st curse me, but the rather + Let thy mercy fall on me. + +3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior! + Let me love and cling to thee; +I am longing for thy favor; + When thou comest, call for me. + +4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit! + Thou canst make the blind to see; +Witnesser of Jesus' merit, + Speak the word of power to me. + +5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, + Long been slighting, grieving thee? +Has the world my heart been keeping? + Oh! forgive and rescue me. + +6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,-- + Blood of God, so rich and free,-- +Grace of God, so strong and boundless,-- + Magnify them all in me. + + Elizabeth Coduer, 1860. + + +270 Even Me. 8s & 7s. + +_Self-Consecration._ (524) + +Take me, oh, my Father! take me, + Take me, save me, through thy Son; +That which thou would'st have me, make me, + Let thy will in me be done. + +2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, + Thorny proved the way I trod; +Weary come I now, and praying-- + Take me to thy love, my God! + +3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, + Humbly I confess my sin; +At thy feet, O Father! falling, + To thy household take me in. + +4 Freely now to thee I proffer + This relenting heart of mine; +Freely, life and soul I offer-- + Gift unworthy love like thine. + +5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, + Bore our sins upon the tree; +On that sacrifice relying, + Now I look in hope to thee. + +6 Father! take me; all forgiving, + Fold me to thy loving breast; +In thy hope forever living, + I must be forever blest! + + Ray Palmer, 1865. + + +271 Ferguson. S.M. + +_Restore My Peace._ (637) + +O Jesus! full of grace, + To thee I make my moan: +Let me again behold thy face-- + Call home thy banished one. + +2 Again my pardon seal, + Again my soul restore, +And freely my backslidings heal, + And bid me sin no more. + +3 Thine utmost mercy show; + Say to my drooping soul-- +In peace and full assurance go; + Thy faith hath made thee whole. + + Charles Wesley, 1756. + + +272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s. + +_Dependence on Christ._ + +I cannot do without thee, + O Savior of the lost! +Whose precious blood redeemed me + At such tremendous cost. + +Cho.--I cannot, would not, + Dare not, could not, + Will not do without thee. + I have no strength or goodness, + No wisdom of my own. + +2 I cannot do without thee, + I cannot stand alone; +I have no strength or goodness, + No wisdom of my own. + +3 I cannot do without thee, + I do not know the way; +Thou knowest and thou leadest, + And wilt not let me stray. + +4 I cannot do without thee, + For years are fleeting fast, +And soon, in solemn loneliness, + The river must be passed. + + Frances H. Havergal, Alt. + + +273 Ferguson. S.M. + +_Absorbed in Christ._ (635) + +Mine eyes and my desire + Are ever to the Lord; +I love to plead his promises, + And rest upon his word. + +2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; + Bring thy salvation near; +When will thy hand release my feet + From sin's destructive snare? + +3 When shall the sov'reign grace + Of my forgiving God +Restore me from those dangerous ways + My wand'ring feet have trod? + +4 Oh, keep my soul from death, + Nor put my hope to shame; +For I have placed my only trust + In my Redeemer's name. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +274 Trusting. 7s. + +_At the Cross._ (694) + +I am coming to the cross; +I am poor, and weak, and blind; +I am counting all but dross; +I shall thy salvation find. + +Cho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee, + Blest Lamb of Calvary; + Humbly at thy cross I bow; + Save me, Jesus, save me now. + +2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; +Long has evil reigned within; +Jesus sweetly speaks to me-- +I will cleanse you from all sin. + +3 Here I give my all to thee-- +Friends, and time, and earthly store; +Soul and body thine to be-- +Wholly thine--forevermore. + +4 In the promises I trust; +Now I feel the blood applied; +I am prostrate in the dust; +I with Christ am crucified. + +5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul! +Perfected in love I am! +I am ev'ry whit made whole; +Glory! glory to the Lamb! + + Wm. McDonald. + + +275 I'll Live for Him. P.M. + +_Dedication of Self._ + +My life, my love I give to thee, + Thou Lamb of God, who died for me; +Oh, may I ever faithful be + My Savior and my God. + +Cho.--I'll live for him who died for me, + How happy, then, my life shall be! + I'll live for him who died for me, + My Savior and my God. + +2 I now believe thou dost receive, + For thou hast died that I might live; +And now henceforth I'll trust in thee, + My Savior and my God. + +3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary, + To save my soul and make me free, +I consecrate my life to thee, + My Savior and my God. + + +276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M. + +_The Offered Heart._ + +Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it all thine own, +Let thy Holy Spirit +Break this heart of stone, +And make me all thine own. + +Cho.--Take my heart, and let it be + Ev'ry moment more like thee; + At thy feet I bow; + Take my heart just now, + And make me all thine own. + +2 Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it pure and clean; +Let thy blood, still flowing, +Wash away my sin, +And make me pure and clean. + +3 Take my heart, dear Jesus, +Make it white as snow; +May the cleansing fountain, +May the precious flow, +Still keep me white as snow. + + Baltzell + + +277 Entire Consecration. 7s. + +_Self-Dedication_ + +Take my life, and let it be + Consecrated, Lord, to thee; +Take my hands and let them move + At the impulse of thy love. + +Cho.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, + Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, + Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be + Thine, henceforth, eternally. + +2 Take my feet, and let them be + Swift and beautiful for thee; +Take my voice, and let me sing + Always, only for my King + +3 Take my lips, and let them be + Filled with messages for thee; +Take my silver and my gold-- + Not a mite would I withhold. + +4 Take my moments and my days, + Let them flow in endless praise; +Take my intellect, and use + Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose. + +5 Take my will, and make it thine; + It shall be no longer mine; +Take my heart,--it is thine own,-- + It shall be thy royal throne. + +6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour + At thy feet its treasure-store! +Take myself, and I will be + Ever, only, all for thee! + + Frances Ridley Havergal. + + +278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. + +_Nearness to Christ Desired._ + +Lord, weak and impotent I stand, +As fettered by an unseen hand; +Break thou the strong and subtle band, + And draw me close to thee. + +Cho.--Draw me close to thee, Savior, + Draw me close to thee; + Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, + And draw me close to thee. + +2 In vain I struggle to be free; +I would, but cannot, fly to thee; +Ope thou the prison door for me, + And draw me close to thee. + +3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still, +That thine own peace my soul may fill, +And I may rest in thy sweet will; + Lord, draw me close to thee. + +4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide, +And never wander from thy side; +Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, + And draw me close to thee. + + M.A.W. Cook. + + +279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s. + +_Clinging to Christ._ (668) + +O holy Savior! Friend unseen, +Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, +Help me, throughout life's changing scene, + By faith to cling to thee! + +Cho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior, + Help me cling to thee! + Help me, throughout life's changing scene, + By faith to cling to thee! + +2 Without a murmur I dismiss +My former dreams of earthly bliss; +My joy, my recompense be this, + Each hour to cling to thee! + +3 Though faith and hope are often tried, +I ask not, need not, aught beside; +So safe, so calm, so satisfied, + The soul that clings to thee! + + Charlotte Elliott. + + +280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M. + +_Communion with Christ._ + +I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, + And it told thy love to me; +But I long to rise in the arms of faith, + And be closer drawn to thee. + +Ref.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, +To the cross where thou hast died; + Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, + To thy precious, bleeding side. + +2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, + By the pow'r of grace divine; +Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, + And my will be lost in thine. + +3 O the pure delight of a single hour + That before thy throne I spend, +When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God, + I commune as friend with friend. + +4 There are depths of love that I cannot know + Till I cross the narrow sea, +There are heights of joy that I may not reach + Till I rest in peace with thee. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s. + +_Desire for Purity._ + +Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; +I want thee forever to live in my soul; +Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; + Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, +And help me to make a complete sacrifice; +I give up myself and whatever I know-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; +I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, +By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + +4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; +Come now, and within me a new heart create; +To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no-- +Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. + + James Nicholson. + + +282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M. + +_Resting in Christ's Merits._ + +Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? +Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, + In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? + Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? +Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? + Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, + Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? +Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? + And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? + +4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, + And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; +There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, + Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb. + + E.A. Hoffman. + + +283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M. + +_It Cleanseth Me._ + +Oh, now I see the crimson wave, + The fountain deep and wide; +Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, + Points to his wounded side. + +Cho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see! + I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; + Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, + It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me. + +2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, + Above the world and sin, +With heart made pure, and garments white, + And Christ enthroned within. + +3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below + To feel the blood applied; +And Jesus, only Jesus know, + My Jesus crucified. + + Mrs. Phoebe Palmer + + +284 Beulah Land. L.M. + +_Rest of Faith._ + +I've reached the land of corn and wine. +And all its riches freely mine; +Here shines undimmed one blissful day, +For all my night has passed away. + +Cho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, + As on thy highest mount I stand, + I look away across the sea, + Where mansions are prepared for me, + And view the shining glory shore, + My heaven, my home forevermore. + +2 The Savior comes and walks with me, +And sweet communion here have we; +He gently leads me with his hand, +For this is heaven's border land. + +3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, +Is borne from ever vernal trees, +And flowers that never fading grow +Where streams of life forever flow. + +4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, +Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, +As angels, with the white-robed throng, +Join in the sweet redemption song. + + Edgar Page Stites. + + +285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D. + +_Beulah Land._ + +I am dwelling on the mountain, + Where the golden sunlight gleams +O'er a land whose wondrous beauty + Far exceeds my fondest dreams; +Where the air is pure ethereal, + Laden with the breath of flow'rs, +They are blooming by the fountain, + 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs. + +Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, + Blessed, blessed land of light? + Where the flowers bloom forever, + And the sun is always bright. + +2 I can see far down the mountains, + Where I wandered weary years, +Often hindered in my journey + By the ghosts of doubts and fears; +Broken vows and disappointments, + Thickly sprinkled all the way, +But the Spirit led unerring, + To the land I hold to-day. + +3 I am drinking at the fountain, + Where I ever would abide; +For I've tasted life's pure river, + And my soul is satisfied; +There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, + Nor adorning, rich and gay, +For I've found a richer treasure. + One that fadeth not away. + +4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, + Nor the burdens hard to bear, +For I've found this great salvation + Makes each burden light appear; +And I love to follow Jesus, + Gladly counting all but dross, +Worldly honors all forsaking + For the glory of the cross. + +5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! + Oft I've proved this to be true; +When I'm in the way so narrow + I can see a pathway thro'; +And how sweetly Jesus whispers: + Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, +For I've tried this way before thee. + And the glory lingers near. + + Rev. Wm. Hunter. + + +286 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Christ Incomparable._ (590) + +Majestic sweetness sits enthroned + Upon the Savior's brow; +His head with radiant glories crowned, + His lips with grace o'erflow. + +2 No mortal can with him compare + Among the sons of men; +Fairer is he, than all the fair + Who fill the heavenly train. + +3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, + And flew to my relief; +For me he bore the shameful cross, + And carried all my grief. + +4 To heaven, the place of his abode, + He brings my weary feet; +Shows me the glories of my God, + And makes my joys complete. + + Samuel Stennett, 1787. + + +287 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591) + +I've found the pearl of greatest price! + My heart doth sing for joy; +And sing I must, for Christ is mine! + Christ shall my song employ. + +2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; + My Prophet full of light, +My great High Priest before the throne, + My King of heavenly might. + +3 Christ is my peace; he died for me, + For me he gave his blood; +And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, + Offered himself to God. + +4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,-- + My Comfort, and my Love; +My Life below, and he shall be + My Joy and Crown above. + + John Mason, 1683. _a._ + + +288 Ortonville. C.M. + +_Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588) + +Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing + My great Redeemer's praise, +The glories of my God and King + The triumphs of his grace. + +2 My gracious Master, and my God, + Assist me to proclaim-- +To spread, through all the earth abroad, + The honors of thy name. + +3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, + That bids our sorrows cease; +'Tis music in the sinner's ears, + 'Tis life, and health, and peace. + +4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, + He sets the pris'ner free: +His blood can make the foulest clean-- + His blood availed for me. + +5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice + New life the dead receive; +The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, + The humble poor believe. + +6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, + Your loosened tongues employ; +Ye blind, behold your Savior come; + And leap, ye lame, for joy. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + + +289 Henry. C.M. + +_Praise to Christ._ (596) + +Come, let us all unite to praise + The Savior of mankind; +Our thankful hearts in solemn lays + Be with our voices joined. + +2 O Lord! we cannot silent be; + By love we are constrained +To offer our best thanks to thee, + Our Savior, and our Friend. + +3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, + And spread abroad thy fame; +Let every heart with praise o'erflow, + And bless thy sacred name. + +4 Worship and honor, thanks and love, + Be to our Jesus given, +By men below, by hosts above, + By all in earth and heaven. + + Martin Madan (?), 1760. + + +290 Cambridge. C.M. + +_The Incarnation._ (206) + +Awake, awake, the sacred song, + To our incarnate Lord; +Let every heart and every tongue + Adore th' eternal Word. + +2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, + By whom the worlds were made; +Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour-- + Was once in flesh arrayed. + +3 To dwell with misery here below, + The Savior left the skies, +And sunk to wretchedness and woe, + That worthless man might rise. + +4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, + To hail the joyful day; +With rapture, then, let human tongues + Their grateful worship pay. + + Anne Steele, 1760 + + +291 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_Jesus Our Joy._ (548) + +Jesus, the very tho't of thee + With sweetness fills my breast; +But sweeter far thy face to see, + And in thy presence rest. + +2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, + Nor can the mem'ry find +A sweeter sound than thy blest name, + O Savior of mankind! + +3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart! + Oh, joy of all the meek! +To those who fall, how kind thou art! + How good to those who seek. + +4 And those who find thee, find a bliss + Nor tongue nor pen can show; +The love of Jesus, what it is + None but his loved ones know. + +5 Jesus! our only joy be thou, + As thou our prize wilt be; +Jesus! be thou our glory now, + And through eternity. + + Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848. + + +292 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_All-Absorbing Love._ (551) + +O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! + Forgive me, if I say, +For very love, thy sacred name + A thousand times a day. + +2 I love thee so, I know not how + My transports to control; +Thy love is like a burning fire + Within my very soul. + +3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let + So vile a heart as mine +Love thee with such a love as this, + And make so free with thine! + +4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief! + O Heaven begun on earth! +Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who + Can tell what thou art worth? + +5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord! + What art thou not to me? +Each hour brings joys before unknown, + Each day new liberty. + + Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848. + + +293 St. Agnes. C.M. + +_Supreme Love to Christ._ (545) + +Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? + Behold my heart, and see; +And turn each worthless idol out, + That dares to rival thee. + +2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? + Then let me nothing love; +Dead be my heart to every joy, + Which thou dost not approve. + +3 Is not thy name melodious still, + To mine attentive ear? +Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill + My Savior's voice to hear? + +4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord! + But, oh! I long to soar +Far from the sphere of mortal joys, + And learn to love thee more. + + Philip Doddridge, 1750. + + +294 How I Love Jesus. C.M. + +_The Dearest Name._ (537) + +There is a name I love to hear, + I love to sing its worth; +It sounds like music in mine ear, + The sweetest name on earth. + +Cho.--Oh, how I love Jesus, + Oh, how I love Jesus, + Oh, how I love Jesus, + Because he first loved me. + +2 It tells me of a Savior's love, + Who died to set me free; +It tells me of his precious blood, + The sinner's perfect plea. + +3 It tells me what my Father hath + In store for every day, +And, though I tread a darksome path, + Yields sunshine all the way. + +4 It tells of One, whose loving heart + Can feel my deepest woe, +Who in each sorrow bears a part, + That none can bear below. + + Frederick Whitfield, 1859. + + +295 How I Love Jesus. C.M. + +_The Precious Name._ (538) + +How sweet the name of Jesus sounds + In a believer's ear; +It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, + And drives away his fear. + +2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, + And calms the troubled breast; +'Tis manna to the hungry soul, + And to the weary, rest. + +3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, + My shield and hiding-place; +My never-failing treasure, filled + With boundless stores of grace. + +4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, + My Prophet, Priest, and King, +My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, + Accept the praise I bring. + +5 I would thy boundless love proclaim + With every fleeting breath, +So shall the music of thy name + Refresh my soul in death. + + John Newton, 1779 + + +296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Joyful Prospect._ + +Oh, when shall I see Jesus, + And reign with him above? +And drink the flowing fountain + Of everlasting love? +When shall I be delivered + From this vain world of sin? +And with my blessed Jesus + Drink endless pleasures in? + +2 But now I am a soldier, + My Captain's gone before; +He's given me my orders, + And tells me not to fear; +And if I hold out faithful, + A crown of life he'll give, +And all his valiant soldiers + Eternal life shall have. + +3 Through grace I am determined + To conquer, though I die, +And then away to Jesus + On wings of love I'll fly! +Farewell to sin and sorrow, + I bid them all adieu; +And you, my friends, prove faithful, + And on your way pursue. + +4 Oh! do not be discouraged, + For Jesus is your friend; +And if you lack for knowledge, + He'll not forget to lend: +Neither will he upbraid you, + Though often you request; +He'll give you grace to conquer, + And take you home to rest. + + Anon. + + +297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D. + +_Praise to the Savior._ (622) + +To thee, my God and Savior! + My heart exulting sings, +Rejoicing in thy favor, + Almighty King of kings! +I'll celebrate thy glory, + With all thy saints above, +And tell the joyful story + Of thy redeeming love. + +2 Soon as the morn with roses + Bedecks the dewy east, +And when the sun reposes + Upon the ocean's breast; +My voice, in supplication, + Well-pleased thou shalt hear: +Oh! grant me thy salvation, + And to my soul draw near. + +3 By thee, through life supported, + I pass the dangerous road, +With heavenly hosts escorted, + Up to their bright abode; +There, cast my crown before thee.-- + Now, all my conflicts o'er,-- +And day and night adore thee:-- + What can an angel more? + + Thomas Haweis, 1792. + + +298 Heavenly King. 7s. D. + +_Rejoicing on the Way._ (612) + +Children of the heavenly King, +As we journey let us sing; +Sing our Savior's worthy praise, +Glorious in his works and ways. +We are trav'ling home to God, +In the way our fathers trod; +They are happy now, and we +Soon their happiness shall see. + +2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand +On the borders of our land; +Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, +Bids us undismayed go on. +Lord! obediently we'll go, +Gladly leaving all below: +Only thou our Leader be, +And we still will follow thee. + + John Cennick, 1742. + + +299 Atoning Lamb. 7s. + +_Delight in Christ._ (575) + +Earth has nothing sweet or fair, +Lovely forms or beauties rare, +But before my eyes they bring +Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. + +2 When the morning paints the skies, +When the golden sunbeams rise, +Then my Savior's form I find +Brightly imaged on my mind. + +3 When the day-beams pierce the night, +Oft I think on Jesus' light,-- +Think,--how bright that light will be, +Shining through eternity. + +4 When, as moonlight softly steals, +Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, +Then I think;--who made their light +Is a thousand times more bright. + +5 When I see, in spring-tide gay, +Fields their varied tints display, +Wakes the thrilling thought in me, +What must their Creator be? + +6 Lord of all that's fair to see! +Come, reveal thyself to me; +Let me, 'mid thy radiant light, +See thine unveiled glories bright. + + Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657. + Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841. + + +300 Luther. S.M. + +_The Song of the Seraphs._ (349) + +Crown him with many crowns, + The Lamb upon his throne; +Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns + All music but its own! + +2 Awake, my soul! and sing + Of him who died for thee; +And hail him as thy matchless King, + Through all eternity. + +3 Crown him, the Lord of love! + Behold his hands and side, +Rich wounds, yet visible above + In beauty glorified. + +4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! + Whose power a scepter sways, +From pole to pole, that wars may cease, + Absorbed in prayer and praise. + +5 Crown him, the Lord of years! + The Potentate of time; +Creator of the rolling spheres, + Ineffably sublime! + + Matthew Bridges, 1852. + + +301 Luther. S.M. + +_The Song of Moses and the Lamb._ (350) + +Awake, and sing the song + Of Moses and the Lamb; +Wake, every heart, and every tongue! + To praise the Savior's name. + +2 Sing of his dying love; + Sing of his rising power; +Sing how he intercedes above + For those whose sins he bore. + +3 Sing on your heavenly way, + Ye ransomed sinners! sing; +Sing on, rejoicing, every day, + In Christ, th' eternal King. + +4 Soon shall ye hear him say, + "Ye blessed children! come;" +Soon will he call you hence away, + And take his wanderers home. + + William Hammond, 1745. + Altered by Martin Madan, 1760. + + +302 Greenwood. S.M. + +_Living to God._ (562) + +Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord! + That taught us this sweet way, +Only to love thee for thyself, + And for that love obey. + +2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope! + We to thy mercy fly; +Where'er we are, thou canst protect, + Whate'er we need, supply. + +3 Whether we sleep or wake, + To thee we both resign; +By night we see, as well as day, + If thy light on us shine. + +4 Whether we live or die, + Both we submit to thee; +In death we live, as well as life, + If thine in death we be. + + John Austin, 1668. + + +303 Ariel. C.P.M. + +_Christ's Character Appreciated._ (623) + +Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, +Oh! could I sound the glories forth, + Which in my Savior shine! +I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, +And vie with Gabriel while he sings, + In notes almost divine. + +2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, +My ransom from the dreadful guilt, + Of sin and wrath divine; +I'd sing his glorious righteousness, +In which all-perfect heav'nly dress + My soul shall ever shine. + +3 I'd sing the characters he bears, +And all the forms of love he wears, + Exalted on his throne; +In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, +I would to everlasting days, + Make all his glories known. + +4 Well--the delightful day will come, +When he, dear Lord! will bring me home, + And I shall see his face: +There, with my Savior, brother, friend, +A blessed eternity I'll spend, + Triumphant in his grace. + + Samuel Medley, 1789. + + +304 Federal Street. L.M. + +_Ashamed of Me._ + +Jesus! and shall it ever be, +A mortal man ashamed of thee! +Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, +Whose glories shine thro' endless days. + +2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far +Let evening blush to own a star; +He sheds the beams of light divine +O'er this benighted soul of mine. + +3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend +On whom my hopes of heaven depend! +No; when I blush, be this my shame, +That I no more revere his name. + +4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, +When I've no guilt to wash away; +No tear to wipe, no good to crave, +No fears to quell, no soul to save. + +5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain-- +Till then, I boast a Savior slain! +And, oh, may this my glory be +That Christ is not ashamed of me! + + Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._ + + +305 Federal Street. L.M. + +_All-Engrossing Love._ (509) + +Jesus! my heart within me burns, + To tell thee all its conscious love; +And from earth's low delight it turns, + To taste a joy like that above. + +2 When thou to me dost condescend, + In love divine, thou blessed One, +The moments that with thee I spend, + Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun. + +3 Though oft these lips my love have told, + They still the story would repeat; +To me the rapture ne'er grows old, + That thrills me, bending at thy feet. + +4 I breathe my words into thine ear; + I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; +And sure that thou dost wait to hear, + I dare in faith to call thee mine. + +5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; + My all I yield to thy control; +Oh! let me never from thee part, + Thou best Beloved of my soul! + + Ray Palmer, 1869. + + +306 Federal Street. L.M. + +_The Song of Songs._ (603) + +Come, let us sing the song of songs, + With hearts and voices swell the strain; +The homage which to Christ belongs;-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, + To cleanse from every sinful stain; +And make us kings and priests to God: + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +3 To him who suffered on the tree, + Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, +Blessing, and praise, and glory be!-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + +4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high, + Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, +Living to sing, and dying cry,-- + "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" + + James Montgomery, 1853. + + +307 New Haven. 6s & 4s. + +_Looking to Jesus._ (587) + +My faith looks up to thee, +Thou Lamb of Calvary; + Savior divine; +Now hear me while I pray; +Take all my guilt away; +O, let me, from this day, + Be wholly thine. + +2 May thy rich grace impart +Strength to my fainting heart; + My zeal inspire; +As thou hast died for me, +Oh! may my love to thee +Pure, warm, and changeless be, + A living fire! + +3 While life's dark maze I tread, +And griefs around me spread, + Be thou my Guide; +Bid darkness turn to day, +Wipe sorrow's tears away, +Nor let me ever stray + From thee aside. + +4 When ends life's transient dream, +When death's cold, sullen stream + Shall o'er me roll, +Blest Savior! then, in love, +Fear and distrust remove; +Oh! bear me safe above, + A ransomed soul! + + Ray Palmer, 1830. + + +308 New Haven. 6s & 4s. + +_Jesus, My Lord._ (586) + +Jesus, thy name I love, +All other names above, + Jesus, my Lord! +Oh, thou art all to me! +Nothing to please I see, +Nothing apart from thee, + Jesus, my Lord! + +2 When unto thee I flee, +Thou wilt my refuge be, + Jesus, my Lord! +What need I now to fear? +What earthly grief or care, +Since thou art ever near, + Jesus, my Lord! + +3 Soon thou wilt come again! +I shall be happy then, + Jesus, my Lord! +Then thine own face I'll see, +Then I shall like thee be, +Then evermore with thee, + Jesus, my Lord! + + J.G. Deck, 1837. + + +309 Every Day and Hour. P.M. + +_Nearness to Christ._ + +Savior, more than life to me, +I am clinging, clinging close to thee; +Let thy precious blood applied, +Keep me ever, ever near thy side. + +Cho.--Every day, every hour, + Let me feel thy cleansing power; + May thy tender love to me; + Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. + +2 Thro' this changing world below, +Lead me gently, gently as I go; +Trusting thee, I cannot stray, +I can never, never lose my way. + +3 Let me love thee more and more, +Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; +Till my soul is lost in love, +In a brighter, brighter world above. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +310 Bethany. 6s & 4s. + +_Love to Christ Desired._ (584) + +More love to thee, O Christ, + More love to thee! +Hear thou the prayer I make + On bended knee: +This is my earnest plea-- +More love, O Christ, to thee! + More love to thee! + +2 Once earthly joy I craved-- + Sought peace and rest; +Now thee alone I seek: + Give what is best. +This all my prayer shall be-- +More love, O Christ, to thee; + More love to thee! + +3 Then shall my latest breath + Whisper thy praise; +This be the parting cry + My heart shall raise-- +This still its prayer shall be, +More love, O Christ, to thee! + More love to thee! + + Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869. + + +311 Bethany. 6s & 4s. + +_Nearer to God._ (709) + +Nearer, my God, to thee, + Nearer to thee; +E'en though it be a cross + That raiseth me. +Still all my song shall be +Nearer, my God, to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +2 Though like the wanderer + The sun gone down, +Darkness be over me, + My rest a stone, +Yet, in my dreams, I'd be +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +3 There let the way appear, + Steps unto heaven; +All that thou send'st to me, + In mercy given; +Angels to beckon me +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + +4 Or if, on joyful wing, + Cleaving the sky, +Sun, moon, and stars forgot, + Upward I fly, +Still all my song shall be, +Nearer, my God! to thee,-- + Nearer to thee. + + Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841. + + +312 Hope. 6s & 4s. + +_Parting with the World._ (582) + +Fade, fade, each earthly joy, + Jesus is mine: +Break ev'ry mortal tie; + Jesus is mine. +Dark is the wilderness, +Distant the resting-place; +Jesus alone can bless, + Jesus is mine. + +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. + +3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! + Jesus is mine: +Mine is a dawning bright, + Jesus is mine: +All that my soul has tried, +Left but a dismal void; +Jesus has satisfied; + Jesus is mine. + +4 Farewell, mortality! + Jesus is mine: +Welcome, eternity! + Jesus is mine: +Welcome, ye scenes of rest! +Welcome, ye mansions blest! +Welcome a Savior's breast; + Jesus is mine. + + Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845. + + +313 Hendon. 7s. + +_Jesus a Joy._ + +Ask ye what great thing I know +That delights and stirs me so? +What the high reward I win? +Whose the name I glory in? + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +2 What is faith's foundation strong? +What awakes my lips to song? +He who bore my sinful load, +Purchased for me peace with God; + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +3 Who is life in life to me? +Who the death of death will be? +Who will place me on his right +With the countless hosts of light? + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + +4 This is that great thing I know; +This delights and stirs me so; +Faith in him who died to save, +Him who triumphed o'er the grave, + Jesus Christ, the crucified. + + Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863. + + +314 Woodworth. L.M. + +_Ecstasy in Christ._ (554) + +Oh, that I could forever dwell + Delighted at the Savior's feet, +Behold the form I love so well, + And all his tender words repeat. + +2 The world shut out from all my soul, + And heaven brought in with all its bliss, +Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole, + One moment to compare with this? + +3 This is the hidden life I prize, + A life of penitential love, +When most my follies I despise, + And raise my highest thoughts above. + +4 When all I am I clearly see, + And freely own with deepest shame; +When the Redeemer's love to me + Kindles within a deathless flame. + +5 Thus would I live till nature fail + And all my former sins forsake; +Then rise to God within the veil, + And of eternal joys partake. + + Andrew Reed, 1841. + + +315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. + +_Praise for Salvation._ (529) + +We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love, +For Jesus who died, and is now gone above. + +Cho.--Hallelujah! thine the glory, + Hallelujah! Amen. + Hallelujah! thine the glory, + Revive us again. + +2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, +Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night. + +3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, +Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain. + +4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, +Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways. + +5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love; +May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. + + Wm. P. Mackay, 1866. + + +316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s. + +_Rejoicing in Christ._ + +Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come! +Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb. + +Cho.--Sound his praises, tell the story, + Of him who was slain, + Sound his praises, tell with gladness, + He liveth again. + +2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed; +Redemption is finished, the price has been paid. + +3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain, +O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again. + +4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high; +He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky. + +5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again-- +He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain. + + H. Bonar, 1874. + + +317 Welcome Voice. S.M. + +_Going on to Perfection._ + +I hear thy welcome voice + That calls me, Lord, to thee +For cleansing in thy precious blood + That flowed on Calvary. + +Cho.--I am coming, Lord! + Coming now to thee! + Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood + That flowed on Calvary. + +2 Tho' coming weak and vile, + Thou dost my strength assure; +Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, + Till spotless all and pure. + +3 'Tis Jesus calls me on + To perfect faith and love, +To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, + For earth and heaven above. + +4 'Tis Jesus who confirms + The blessed work within, +By adding grace to welcomed grace, + Where reigned the power of sin. + +6 And he the witness gives + To loyal hearts and free, +That every promise is fulfilled, + If faith but brings the plea. + +6 All hail, atoning blood! + All hail, redeeming grace! +All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, + Our strength and righteousness! + + Rev. L. Hartsough. + + +318 Welcome Voice. S.M. + +_Christ the Guide and Counselor._ (688) + +Jesus, my truth, my way, + My sure, unerring light, +On thee my feeble steps I stay, + Which thou wilt guide aright. + +2 My wisdom and my guide, + My counselor thou art; +Oh, never let me leave thy side, + Or from thy paths depart. + +3 Never will I remove + Out of thy hands my cause; +But rest in thy redeeming love, + And hang upon thy cross. + +4 Oh, make me all like thee, + Before I hence remove; +Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me-- + And build me up in love. + + Charles Wesley. + + +319 Loving Kindness. L.M. + +_Loving Kindness._ (699) + +Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, +And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; +He justly claims a song from me, +His loving kindness, oh, how free! + +2 He saw me ruined in the fall, +Yet loved me notwithstanding all; +He saved me from my lost estate-- +His loving kindness, oh, how great! + +3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes-- +Though earth and hell my way oppose; +He safely leads my soul along-- +His loving kindness, oh, how strong! + +4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, +Has gathered thick and thundered loud, +He near my soul has always stood-- +His loving kindness, oh, how good! + + S. Medley, 1787. + + +320 Loving Kindness. L.M. + +_Love Which Passeth Knowledge._ + +Of him who did salvation bring, +I could forever think and sing; +Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; +Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. + +2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! +Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven; +Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, +Jesus, thy balm will make me whole. + +3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, +I shed my tears, and make my moan! +Where'er I am, where'er I move, +I meet the object of my love. + +4 Insatiate to this spring I fly; +I drink, and yet am ever dry; +Ah! who against thy charms is proof? +Ah, who that loves can love enough? + + Bernard of Clairvaux, + tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712 + + +321 The Solid Rock. L.M. + +_The Sure Foundation._ + +My hope is built on nothing less + Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; +I dare not trust the sweetest frame, + But wholly lean on Jesus' name. + +Cho.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, + All other ground is sinking sand. + +2 When darkness veils his lovely face, + I rest on his unchanging grace; +In every high and stormy gale, + My anchor holds within the vail. + +3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, + Support me in the whelming flood; +When all around my soul gives way, + He then is all my hope and stay. + +4 When he shall come with trumpet sound. + O, may I then in him be found; +Dressed in his righteousness alone, + Faultless to stand before the throne. + + Rev. Edward Mote, 1825. + + +322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s. + +_The Exceeding Love of Christ._ + +So tender, so precious. + My Savior to me; +So true, and so gracious, + I've found him to be. + +Ref.--How can I but love him? + But love him, but love him? + There's no friend above him, + Poor sinner, for thee. + +2 So patient, so kindly + Toward all of my ways; +I blunder so blindly, + He love still repays. + +3 Of all friends the fairest + And truest is he; +His love is the rarest, + That ever can be. + +4 His beauty, tho' bleeding + And circled with thorns, +Is then most exceeding; + For grief him adorns. + + J.E. Rankin, D.D. + + +323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s. + +_My Beloved._ + +O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight, + On whom in affliction I call; +My comfort by day, and my song in the night, + My hope, my salvation, my all. + +2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, + To feed in the pastures of love? +And why in the valley of death should I weep, + Or alone in the wilderness rove? + +3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, + Or cry in the desert for bread? +Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, + And smile at the tears I have shed. + +4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, + And myriads wait for his word; +He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, + Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. + + Jos. Swain, 1792. + + +324 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_The Presence of Christ Desired._ + +How tedious and tasteless the hours + When Jesus no longer I see! +Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers + Have lost all their sweetness to me: +The midsummer sun shines but dim; + The fields strive in vain to look gay; +But when I am happy in him, + December's as pleasant as May. + +2 His name yields the richest perfume, + And sweeter than music his voice; +His presence disperses my gloom, + And makes all within me rejoice: +I should, were he always so nigh, + Have nothing to wish or to fear; +No mortal so happy as I; + My summer would last all the year. + +3 Content with beholding his face, + My all to his pleasure resigned, +No changes of season or place + Would make any change in my mind: +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. + +4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, + If thou art my sun and my song, +Say, why do I languish and pine? + And why are my winters so long? +O, drive these dark clouds from my sky; + Thy soul-cheering presence restore; +Or take me unto thee on high, + Where winter and clouds are no more. + + John Newton. + + +325 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_Phil. 1:23._ (571) + +My Savior, whom absent I love, + Whom, not having seen, I adore +Whose name is exalted above + All glory, dominion, and power,-- +Dissolve thou these bands that detain + My soul from her portion in thee; +Ah! strike off this adamant chain, + And make me eternally free! + +2 When that happy era begins, + When arrayed in thy glories I shine, +Nor grieve any more, by my sins, + The bosom on which I recline, +Oh! then shall the veil be removed, + And round me thy brightness be poured! +I shall meet him, whom absent I loved, + I shall see, whom unseen I adored. + +3 And then, nevermore shall the fears, + The trials, temptations, and woes, +Which darken this valley of tears, + Intrude on my blissful repose; +To Jesus, the crown of my hope, + My soul is in haste to be gone; +Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up, + And waft me away to his throne! + + W. Cowper. + + +326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M. + +_Need of Christ._ + +I need thee ev'ry hour, + Most gracious Lord; +No tender voice like thine + Can peace afford. + +Cho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee, + Ev'ry hour I need thee; + Oh, bless me now, my Savior + I come to thee. + +2 I need thee ev'ry hour; + Stay thou near by; +Temptations lose their power + When thou art nigh. + +3 I need thee ev'ry hour, + In joy or pain; +Come quickly and abide, + Or life is vain. + +4 I need thee ev'ry hour; + Teach me thy will; +And thy rich promises + In me fulfill. + +5 I need thee ev'ry hour, + Most Holy One; +Oh, make me thine indeed, + Thou blessed Son. + + Annie S. Hawks. + + +327 De Fleury. 8s. D + +_Altogether Lovely._ (572) + +My gracious Redeemer I love, + His praises aloud I'll proclaim: +And join with the armies above, + To shout his adorable name. +To gaze on his glories divine + Shall be my eternal employ; +To see them incessantly shine, + My boundless, ineffable joy. + +2 He freely redeemed with his blood + My soul from the confines of hell, +To live on the smiles of my God, + And in his sweet presence to dwell:-- +To shine with the angels in light, + With saints and with seraphs to sing, +To view, with eternal delight, + My Jesus, my Savior, my King! + + B. Francis. + + +328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M. + +_The Abiding Friend._ + +I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; +The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see + All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. +In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, + He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + +2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; + In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; +I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn + From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power. +Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, + Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + +3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, + While I live by faith and do his blessed will; +A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, + With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill. +Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face, + Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. +He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, + He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. + + +329 Glory to His Name. P.M. + +_Praise to Christ._ + +Down at the cross where my Savior died. + Down where for cleansing from sin I cried; +There to my heart was the blood applied; + Glory to his name. + +Cho.--Glory to his name, + Glory to his name, + There to my heart was the blood applied, + Glory to his name. + +2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, + Jesus so sweetly abides within; +There at the cross where he took me in; + Glory to his name. + +3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, + I am so glad, I have entered in; +There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; + Glory to his name. + +4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet, + Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet; +Plunge in to-day and be made complete; + Glory to his name. + + Rev. E.A. Hoffman. + + + +330 Balerma. C.M. + +_Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._ (625) + +Oh, for a closer walk with God! + A calm and heavenly frame! +A light to shine upon the road + That leads me to the Lamb! + +2 Where is the blessedness I knew + When first I saw the Lord? +Where is the soul-refreshing view + Of Jesus and his word? + +3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! + How sweet their memory still! +But now I find an aching void + The world can never fill. + +4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, + Sweet messenger of rest; +I hate the sins that made thee mourn, + And drove thee from, my breast. + +5 The dearest idol I have known, + Whatever that idol be, +Help me to tear it from thy throne, + And worship only thee. + +6 So shall my walk be close with God, + Calm and serene my frame; +So purer light shall mark the road + That leads me to the Lamb. + + W. Cowper, 1772. + + +331 Balerma. C.M. + +_A Perfect Heart._ (645) + +Oh, for a heart to praise my God, + A heart from sin set free-- +A heart that always feels thy blood, + So freely spilt for me;-- + +2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, + My great Redeemer's throne, +Where only Christ is heard to speak, + Where Jesus reigns alone. + +3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, + Believing, true, and clean, +Which neither life nor death can part + From him that dwells within;-- + +4 A heart in every thought renewed, + And full of love divine; +Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, + A copy, Lord, of thine. + +5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; + Come quickly from above; +Write thy new name upon my heart-- + Thy new, best name of Love. + + Charles Wesley. 1742. + + +332 Balerma. C.M. + +_Triumphant Grace._ (847) + +Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, + That saved a wretch like me! +I once was lost, but now am found, + Was blind, but now I see. + +2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, + And grace my fears relieved: +How precious did that grace appear, + The hour I first believed! + +3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares + I have already come; +'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, + And grace will lead me home. + +4 The Lord has promised good to me, + His word my hope secures; +He will my shield and portion be, + As long as life endures. + + +333 Evan. C.M. + +_The Peace of God._ (725) + +We bless thee for thy peace, O God + Deep as the soundless sea, +Which falls like sunshine on the road + Of those who trust in thee. + +2 That peace which suffers and is strong, + Trusts where it cannot see, +Deems not the trial way too long, + But leaves the end with thee;-- + +3 That peace which flows serene and deep, + A river in the soul, +Whose banks a living verdure keep; + God's sunshine o'er the whole. + +4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace, + Whate'er the outward be, +Till all life's discipline shall cease, + And we go home to thee. + + Anon. 1862. + + +334 Varina. C.M. D. + +_The Voice of Jesus._ (666) + +I heard the voice of Jesus say, + "Come unto me and rest; +Lay down, thou weary one, lay down + Thy head upon my breast." + +2 I came to Jesus as I was, + Weary, and worn, and sad; +I found in him a resting-place, + And he has made me glad. + +3 I heard the voice of Jesus say + "Behold! I freely give +The living water; thirsty one! + Stoop down, and drink, and live." + +4 I came to Jesus, and I drank + Of that life-giving stream; +My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, + And now I live in him. + +5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, + "I am this dark world's Light; +Look unto me; thy morn shall rise, + And all thy day be bright." + +6 I looked to Jesus, and I found, + In him my Star, my Sun; +And, in that light of life, I'll walk + Till traveling days are done. + + Horatius Bonar, 1857. + + +335 Dennis. S.M. + +_The Lord's Guardianship._ (855) + +How gentle God's commands! + How kind his precepts are! +Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, + And trust his constant care. + +2 His bounty will provide; + His saints securely dwell; +That hand which bears creation up, + Shall guard his children well. + +3 Why should this anxious load + Press down your weary mind? +Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, + And peace and comfort find. + +4 His Goodness Stands approved, + Unchanged from day to day; +I'll drop my burden at his feet, + And bear a song away. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +336 Dennis. S.M. + +_Grace.--Eph. 2:8._ (744) + +Grace! 'tis a charming sound + Harmonious to the ear! +Heaven with the echo shall resound, + And all the earth shall hear. + +2 Grace first contrived a way + To save rebellious man; +And all the steps that grace display, + Which drew the wondrous plan. + +3 Grace led my roving feet + To tread the heavenly road; +And new supplies each hour I meet + While pressing on to God. + +4 Grace all the work shall crown, + Through everlasting days; +It lays in heaven the topmost stone; + And well deserves the praise. + + Philip Doddridge, 1755. + + +337 Dennis. S.M. + +_Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._ (742) + +Behold what wondrous grace + The Father has bestowed +On sinners of a mortal race, + To call them sons of God! + +2 Nor doth it yet appear + How great we must be made; +But when we see our Savior there, + We shall be like our Head. + +3 A hope so much divine + May trials well endure, +May purge our souls from sense and sin, + As Christ the Lord is pure. + +4 If in my Father's love + I share a filial part, +Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, + To rest upon my heart. + +5 We would no longer lie + Like slaves beneath the throne; +Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry + And thou the kindred own. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s. + +_Memorial of Praise._ (617) + +Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, + Tune my heart to sing thy grace; +Streams of mercy never ceasing, + Call for songs of loudest praise. +Teach me some melodious sonnet, + Sung by flaming tongues above; +Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it, + Mount of thy redeeming love. + +2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, + Hither by thy help I'm come; +And I hope by thy good pleasure, + Safely to arrive at home. +Jesus sought me when a stranger, + Wand'ring from the fold of God, +He, to rescue me from danger, + Interposed his precious blood. + +3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor + Daily I'm constrained to be! +Let thy goodness, like a fetter, + Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. +Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; + Prone to leave the God I love-- +Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it; + Seal it for thy courts above. + + Robert Robinson, 1758. + + +339 Braden. S.M. + +_The Lord's Pity._ (188) + +The pity of the Lord, + To those that fear his name, +Is such as tender parents feel; + He knows our feeble frame. + +2 He knows we are but dust, + Scattered with ev'ry breath; +His anger, like a rising wind, + Can send us swift to death. + +3 Our days are as the grass, + Or like the morning flow'r; +If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, + It withers in an hour. + +4 But thy compassions, Lord, + To endless years endure; +And children's children ever find + Thy words of promise sure. + + Isaac Watts. 1719. + + +340 Refuge. 7s. D. + +_The Only Refuge._ (532) + +Jesus, Lover of my soul, + Let me to thy bosom fly, +While the nearer waters roll, + While the tempest still is high! +Hide me, O my Savior, hide, + Till the storm of life is past; +Safe into the haven guide, + O receive my soul at last! + +2 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 stayed, + All my help from thee I bring; +Cover my defenseless head + With the shadow of thy wing! + +3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; + More than all in thee I find; +Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, + Heal the sick, and lead the blind. +Just and holy is thy name, + I am all unrighteousness: +False and full of sin I am, + Thou art full of truth and grace. + +4 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, + Rise to all eternity. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +341 Pilot. 7s. + +_Savior, Pilot Me._ + +Jesus, Savior, pilot me, +Over life's tempestuous sea; +Unknown waves before me roll, +Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; +Chart and compass come from thee; +Jesus, Savior, pilot me. + +2 As a mother stills her child, +Thou canst hush the ocean wild; +Boist'rous waves obey thy will, +When thou say'st to them "Be still!" +Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea, +Jesus, Savior, pilot me. + +3 When at last I near the shore, +And the fearful breakers roar +'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, +Then, while leaning on thy breast, +May I hear thee say to me, +"Fear not, I will pilot thee!" + + Rev. Edward Hopper + + +342 Fulton. 7s. + + (577) + +Savior! teach me, day by day, +Love's sweet lesson to obey; +Sweeter lesson cannot be, +Loving him who first loved me. + +2 With a child-like heart of love, +At thy bidding may I move; +Prompt to serve and follow thee, +Loving him who first loved me. + +3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, +Strong to follow in thy grace; +Learning how to love from thee, +Loving him who first loved me. + +4 Love in loving finds employ-- +In obedience all her joy; +Ever new that joy will be, +Loving him who first loved me. + + Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842. + + +343 Oriel. L.M. + +_Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._ (730) + +O Lord, how full of sweet content +Our years of pilgrimage are spent! +Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, +In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. + +2 To us remains nor place nor time; +Our country is in every clime: +We can be calm and free from care +On any shore, since God is there. + +3 While place we seek, or place we shun, +The soul finds happiness in none; +But with our God to guide our way, +'Tis equal joy to go or stay. + +4 Could we be cast where thou art not, +That were indeed a dreadful lot; +But regions none remote we call, +Secure of finding God in all. + + Mad. Guyon. + + +344 Newcomer. L.M. + +_Completeness.--Col. 2:10._ (730) + +Complete in thee! no work of mine +May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; +Thy blood has pardon bought for me, +And I am now complete in thee. + +2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin +Thy grace has conquered, reign within; +Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, +And I shall stand complete in thee. + +3 Complete in thee--each want supplied, +And no good thing to me denied, +Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, +I ask no more--complete in thee. + +4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar +All tribes and tongues assembled are. +Among thy chosen may I be +At thy right hand--complete in thee. + + A.R.W. + + +345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Safe in Jesus._ (696) + +In heavenly love abiding, + No change my heart shall fear, +And safe is such confiding, + For nothing changes here, +The storm may roar without me, + My heart may low be laid, +But God is round about me,-- + And can I be dismayed? + +2 Wherever he may guide me, + No want shall turn me back: +My Shepherd is beside me, + And nothing can I lack; +His wisdom ever waketh, + His sight is never dim, +He knows the way he taketh, + And I will walk with him. + +3 Green pastures are before me, + Which yet I have not seen; +Bright skies will soon be o'er me, + Where darkest clouds have been; +My hope I cannot measure, + My path to life is free; +My Savior has my treasure, + And he will walk with me. + + Anna Letitia Waring, 1850. + + +346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Light After Darkness._ + +Sometimes a light surprises + The Christian while he sings: +It is the Lord who rises + With healing on his wings; +When comforts are declining, + He grants the soul again +A season of clear shining, + To cheer it after rain. + +2 In holy contemplation, + We sweetly then pursue +The theme of God's salvation, + And find it ever new: +Set free from present sorrow, + We cheerfully can say, +Let the unknown to-morrow + Bring with it what it may. + + Wm. Cowper. + + +347 Showers of Blessing. P.M. + +_The Promise of Blessing_ + +"There shall be showers of blessing;" + This is the promise of love; +There shall be seasons refreshing, + Sent from the Savior above. + +Cho.--Showers, showers of blessing, + Showers of blessing we need; + Mercy-drops round us are falling, + But for the showers we plead. + +2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"-- + Precious reviving again; +Over the hills and the valleys, + Sound of abundance of rain. + +3 "There shall be showers of blessing;" + Send them upon us, O Lord! +Grant to us now a refreshing, + Come, and now honor thy Word. + +4 "There shall be showers of blessing;" + Oh, that to-day they might fall, +Now as to God we're confessing, + Now as on Jesus we call! + + D.W. Whittle. + + +348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s. + +_The Mighty Love._ (706) + +Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! +I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! +O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, +And point to the print of the nails in his hand. + +Cho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love, + Sing of his mighty love, + Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save. + +2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! +No longer in dread condemnation I pine: +In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, +Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face. + +3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! +No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; +No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; +No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast. + +4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing! +My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; +My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, +And triumph in death in the mighty to save. + + Rev. F. Bottome. + + +349 As Pants the Hart. C.M. + +_Desire for Communion._ (660) + +As pants the hart for cooling streams, + When heated in the chase, +So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee, + And thy refreshing grace. + +Cho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams, + So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee; + As pants the hart for cooling streams, + So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee. + +2 For thee, my God, the living God, + My thirsty soul doth pine; +Oh, when shall I behold thy face, + Thou Majesty divine? + +3 I sigh to think of happier days, + When thou, O Lord, wast nigh, +When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise, + And none more blest than I. + +4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? + Trust God, and thou shalt sing +His praise again, and find him still + Thy health's eternal spring. + + Henry F. Lyte, 1834. + + +350 Hide Thou Me. P.M. + +_Safe in Christ._ + +In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, + Hide thou me; +When the fitful tempest rages, + Hide thou me; +Where no mortal arm can sever +From my heart thy love forever, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + +2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure + Hide thou me; +Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, + Hide thou me; +When the world its power is wielding, +And my heart is almost yielding, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + +3 In the lonely night of sorrow, + Hide thou me; +Till in glory dawns the morrow, + Hide thou me; +In the sight of Jordan's billow, +Let thy bosom be my pillow, +Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, + Safe in thee. + + Fannie J. Crosby. + + +351 As Pants the Hart. C.M. + +_Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._ (724) + +Walk in the light! so shalt thou know + That fellowship of love, +His Spirit only can bestow, + Who reigns in light above. + +2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find + Thy heart made truly his, +Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, + In whom no darkness is. + +3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb + No fearful shade shall wear; +Glory shall chase away its gloom, + For Christ hath conquered there. + +4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see + Thy path, though thorny, bright, +For God by grace shall dwell in thee, + And God himself is light. + + Bernard Barton. + + +352 The Child of a King. + +_Adoption._ + +My Father is rich in houses and lands. +He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! +Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, +His coffers are full, he has riches untold. + +Cho.--I'm the child of a King, + The child of a King, + With Jesus, my Savior, + I'm the child of a King. + +2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, +Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: +But now he is reigning forever on high, +He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by. + +3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, +A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth! +But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: +An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. + +4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? +They're building a palace for me over there! +Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: +All glory to God, I'm the child of a King. + + Hattie E. Buell. Arr. + + +353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. + +_Divine Care._ + +Amid the trials which I meet, + Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, +One thought remains supremely sweet, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + +Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, + What need I fear when thou art near, + And thinkest, Lord, of me. + +2 The cares of life come thronging fast + Upon my soul their shadow cast; +Their gloom reminds my heart at last, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + +3 Let shadows come, let shadows go, + Let life be bright or dark with woe, +I am content, for this I know, + Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! + + E.S. Lorenz + + +354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s. + +_Plead for Me._ (633) + +O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, +Who loving, lov'st them to the end, +On this alone my hopes depend + That thou wilt plead for me. + +Cho.--O Savior, plead for me, + O Savior, plead for me, + On this alone my hopes depend + That thou wilt plead for me. + +2 When weary in the Christian race, +Far off appears my resting place, +And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, + Then, Savior, plead for me. + +3 When I have erred and gone astray, +Afar from thine and wisdom's way, +And see no glimmering, guiding ray, + Still, Savior, plead for me. + +4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, +Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, +Then with thy pitying arms enfold, + And plead, oh, plead for me! + +5 And when my dying hour draws near, +Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, +Then to my fainting sight appear, + Pleading in heaven for me. + + Charlotte Elliott. + + +355 Hamburg. L.M. + +_Heb. 12:6._ (852) + +I cannot always trace the way + Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; +But I can always, always say, + That God is love, that God is love. + +2 When fear her chilling mantle flings + O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, +As to her native home, upsprings, + For God is love, for God is love. + +3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, + I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; +In this my soul sweet comfort hath, + That God is love, that God is love. + +4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this + Can every gloomy thought remove, +And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, + For God is love, for God is love. + + Anon. + + +356 Ward. L.M. + +_Psalm 46._ (849) + +God is the refuge of his saints, + When storms of sharp distress invade. +Ere we can offer our complaints, + Behold him present with his aid. + +2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled + Down to the deep, and buried there; +Convulsions shake the solid world;-- + Our faith shall never yield to fear. + +3 There is a stream whose gentle flow + Supplies the city of our God; +Life, love, and joy still gliding through, + And watering our divine abode:-- + +4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,-- + That all our raging fear controls: +Sweet peace thy promises afford, + And give new strength to fainting souls. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +357 Sessions. L.M. + +_The Offices of Faith._ + +Faith is a living pow'r from heaven +Which grasps the promise God has given; +Securely fixed on Christ alone, +A trust that cannot be o'erthrown. + +2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need +To save and strengthen, guide and feed; +Strong in his grace, it joys to share +His cross, in hope his crown to wear. + +3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, +And bids the mourner's sighing cease; +By faith the children's right we claim, +And call upon our Father's name. + +4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, +And to our prayers thy favor grant; +In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, +Who is our fount of health alone. + + Anon., 1531. + + +358 Elliott. 8s & 4s. + +_Submission to Divine Will._ + +My God, my Father, while I stray +Far from my home, in life's rough way, +Oh, teach me from my heart to say, + "Thy will be done!" + +2 If thou should'st call me to resign +What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- +I only yield thee what was thine-- + "Thy will be done!" + +3 If but my fainting heart be blest +With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, +My God! to thee I leave the rest-- + "Thy will be done!" + +4 Renew my will from day to day; +Blend it with thine, and take away +All that now makes it hard to say, + "Thy will be done!" + +5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more +The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, +I'll sing upon a happier shore, + "Thy will be done!" + + Charlotte Elliott, 1834. + + +359 Lisbon. S.M. + +_The Cross and Crown._ (858) + +Oh! what, if we are Christ's, + Is earthly shame or loss? +Bright shall the crown of glory be + When we have borne the cross. + +2 Keen was the trial once, + Bitter the cup of woe, +When martyred saints, baptized in blood, + Christ's sufferings shared below. + +3 Bright is their glory now, + Boundless their joy above, +Where, on the bosom of their God, + They rest in perfect love. + +4 Lord! may that grace be ours, + Like them, in faith, to bear +All that of sorrow, grief, or pain + May be our portion here. + + Henry W. Baker, 1852. + + +360 Lisbon. S.M. + +_God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859) + +The Lord my Shepherd is; + I shall be well supplied: +Since he is mine, and I am his, + What can I want beside? + +2 He leads me to the place + Where heavenly pasture grows, +Where living waters gently pass, + And full salvation flows. + +3 If e'er I go astray, + He doth my soul reclaim, +And guides me, in his own right way, + For his most holy name. + +4 While he affords his aid, + I cannot yield to fear; +Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, + My Shepherd's with me there. + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +361 Lisbon. S.M. + +_Psalm 37:3-7._ (745) + +Here I can firmly rest; + I dare to boast of this, +That God, the highest and the best, + My Friend and Father is. + +2 Naught have I of my own, + Naught in the life I lead; +What Christ hath given, that alone + I dare in faith to plead. + +3 I rest upon the ground + Of Jesus and his blood; +It is through him that I have found + My soul's eternal good. + +4 At cost of all I have, + At cost of life and limb, +I cling to God who yet shall save; + I will not turn from him. + +5 His Spirit in me dwells, + O'er all my mind he reigns; +My care and sadness he dispels, + And soothes away my pains. + +6 He prospers day by day + His work within my heart, +Till I have strength and faith to say, + Thou, God, my Father art! + + Paul Gerhardt, 1650. + Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855. + + +362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Through the Desert._ (807) + +Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, + Pilgrim thro' this barren land; +I am weak, but thou art mighty; + Hold me with thy powerful hand. + Bread of heaven, + Feed me till I want no more. + +2 Open now thy crystal fountain, + Whence the healing streams do flow, +Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, + Lead me all my journey thro'; + Strong deliverer, + Be thou still my strength and shield. + +3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, + Bid my anxious fears subside; +Foe to death and hell's destruction, + Land me safe on Canaan's side; + Songs of praises, + I will ever give to thee. + + William Williams, 1774. + + +363 Lisbon. S.M. + +_Hope Thou in God._ (860) + +Give to the winds thy fears; + Hope, and be undismayed; +God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, + God shall lift up thy head. + +2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, + He gently clears the way; +Wait thou his time; so shall this night + Soon end in joyous day. + +3 What, though thou rulest not? + Yet heaven, and earth, and hell +Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne, + And ruleth all things well. + +4 Leave to his sovereign sway + To choose and to command; +So shalt thou wondering own, his way + How wise, how strong his hand! + + Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739. + + +364 Peterborough. C.M. + +_Unwavering Faith._ (713) + +Oh! for a faith that will not shrink, + Though pressed by every foe; +That will not tremble on the brink + Of any earthly woe!-- + +2 That will not murmur nor complain, + Beneath the chastening rod, +But, in the hour of grief or pain, + Will lean upon its God;-- + +3 A faith that shines more bright and clear + When tempests rage without; +That, when in danger, knows no fear, + In darkness, feels no doubt;-- + +4 A faith that keeps the narrow way + Till life's last hour is fled, +And, with a pure and heavenly ray, + Lights up a dying bed! + +5 Lord! give us such a faith as this; + And then, whate'er may come, +We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss + Of an eternal home. + + William H. Bathurst, 1831. + + +365 Naomi. C.M. + +_Resignation._ (841) + +Father! whate'er of earthly bliss + Thy sovereign hand denies, +Accepted at thy throne of grace, + Let this petition rise:-- + +2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, + From every murmur free; +The blessings of thy grace impart, + And let me live to thee. + +3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine + My path of life attend; +Thy presence through my journey shine, + And bless its happy end." + + Anne Steele, 1760. + + +366 Horton. 7s. + +_Eternal Faithfulness._ (861) + +Cast thy burden on the Lord, + Only lean upon his word; +Thou wilt soon have cause to bless + His eternal faithfulness. + +2 He sustains thee by his hand, + He enables thee to stand; +Those whom Jesus once hath loved, + From his grace are never moved. + +3 Heaven and earth may pass away, + God's free grace shall not decay; +He hath promised to fulfill + All the pleasure of his will. + +4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock, + Be thyself our constant Rock; +Make us, by thy powerful hand, + Strong as Zion's mountain stand. + + Rowland Hill, 1783. + + +367 The Lord Will Provide. P.M. + +_Divine Providence._ + +In some way or other + The Lord will provide; +It may not be my way, +It may not be thy way, +And yet in his own way, + The Lord will provide. + +2 At some time or other + The Lord will provide; +It may not be my time, +It may not be thy time, +And yet in his own time, + The Lord will provide. + +3 Despond then no longer, + The Lord will provide; +And this be the token-- +No word he hath spoken, +Was ever yet broken, + The Lord will provide. + +4 March on, then, right boldly + The sea shall divide; +The pathway made glorious +With shoutings victorious, +We'll join in the chorus, + The Lord will provide. + + Mrs. M.A.W. Cook. + + +368 Consolation. 11s. + +_Heb. 12:2._ (866) + +Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! +Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! +The light of his countenance shineth so bright, +That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. + +2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; +I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; +I know that his presence my safeguard will be, +For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me. + +3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, +When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round! +They bear me away in his presence to be; +I see him still nearer whom always I see. + +4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace +Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; +Shall know how his love went before me each day, +And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. + + +369 Foundation. 11s. + +_Precious Promises._ (867) + +How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, +Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: +What more can he say than to you he has said, +You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? + +2 In every condition--in sickness, in health, +In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, +At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea-- +As your days may demand, so your succor shall be. + +3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed; +I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; +I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, +Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. + +4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, +The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow; +For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, +And sanctify to you your deepest distress. + +5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, +My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; +The flame shall not hurt you; I only design +Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine. + +6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove +My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; +And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, +Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. + +7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, +I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; +That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, +I'll never, no never, no never forsake. + + Geo. Keith, 1787. + + +370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M. + +_Hid with Christ._ + +Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe on his gentle breast, +There by his love o'ershaded, + Sweetly my soul shall rest. +Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, + Borne in a song to me, +Over the fields of glory, + Over the jasper sea. + +Cho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe on his gentle breast, + There by his love o'ershaded, + Sweetly my soul shall rest. + +2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, + Safe from corroding care, +Safe from the world's temptations + Sin cannot harm me there. +Free from the blight of sorrow, + Free from my doubts and fears; +Only a few more trials, + Only a few more tears! + +3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, + Jesus has died for me; +Firm on the Rock of Ages + Ever my trust shall be. +Here let me wait with patience, + Wait till the night is o'er; +Wait till I see the morning + Break on the golden shore. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +371 He Leadeth Me. L.M. + +_Divine Guidance_ + +He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't, +Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught; +Whate'er I do, where'er I be, +Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. + +Ref.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me! + By his own hand he leadeth me; + His faithful follower I would be, + For by his hand he leadeth me. + +2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, +Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, +By waters still, o'er troubled sea-- +Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. + +3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. +Nor ever murmur or repine-- +Content, whatever lot I see, +Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. + +4 And when my task on earth is done, +When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won, +E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, +Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me. + + Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861. + + +372 Jewett. 6s. D. + +_Mark 14:36._ (864) + +My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + O may thy will be mine! +Into thy hand of love + I would my all resign; +Through sorrow, or through joy, + Conduct me as thine own, +And help me still to say, + My Lord, thy will be done! + +2 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + If needy here and poor, +Give me thy people's bread, + Their portion rich and sure; +The manna of thy word, + Let my soul feed upon, +And, if all else should fail, + My Lord, thy will be done! + +3 My Jesus, as thou wilt-- + If among thorns I go, +Still sometimes here and there + Let a few roses blow. +But thou, on earth, along + The thorny path hast gone: +Then lead me after thee; + My Lord, thy will be done! + + Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. + + +373 Trusting in the Promise. P.M. + +_The Promise Secure._ + +I have found repose for my weary soul, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And a harbor safe when the billows roll, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +I will fear no foe in the deadly strife, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +I will bear my lot in the toil of life, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +Ref.--Resting on his mighty arm forever, + Never from his loving heart to sever, + I will rest by grace in his strong embrace, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +2 I will sing my song as the days go by, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And rejoice in hope, while I live or die, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +I can smile at grief and abide in pain, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And the loss of all shall be highest gain, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + +3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +Oh, the strength and grace only God can give, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. +Whosoever will may be saved to-day, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior; +And begin to walk in the holy way, + Trusting in the promise of the Savior. + + Rev. H.B. Hartzler. + + +374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s. + +_Consolation Offered._ (868) + +Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; + Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; +Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; + Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal! + +2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, + Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure-- +Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, + Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. + +3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing + Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love; +Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing + Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. + + Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816. + Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings. + + +375 Follow On! P.M. + +_Following Christ._ + +Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, +Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; +Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, +Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won. + +Ref.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! + Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on! + Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! + Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on! + +2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, +Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; +With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, +Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near. + +3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, +Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; +He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, +Up to where they gather on the hills of God. + + W.O. Cushing. + + +376 Trusting Jesus. 7s. + +_Undoubting Trust._ + +Simply trusting ev'ry day, +Trusting thro' a stormy way; +Even when my faith is small, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +Cho.--Trusting as the moments fly, + Trusting as the days go by; + Trusting him whate'er befall, + Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine +Into this poor heart of mine; +While he leads I cannot fall, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +3 Singing if my way is clear; +Praying if the path is drear; +If in danger for him call; +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + +4 Trusting him while life shall last, +Trusting him till earth is past; +Till within the jasper wall, +Trusting Jesus, that is all. + + E.P. Stites. + + +377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M. + +_Divine Refuge._ + +The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, + A shelter in the time of storm; +Secure whatever ill betide, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +Cho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, + A weary land, a weary land, + Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +2 A shade by day, defense by night, + A shelter in the time of storm; +No foes alarm, no fears affright, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +3 The raging storms may round us beat, + A shelter in the time of storm; +We'll never leave our safe retreat, + A shelter in the time of storm. + +4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, + A shelter in the time of storm; +Be thou our helper, ever near, + A shelter in the time of storm. + + Anon, Arranged. + + +378 Under His Wings. 8s. + +_Psalm 91._ + +In God I have found a retreat, + Where I can securely abide; +No refuge nor rest so complete; + And here I intend to reside. + +Cho.--Oh, what comfort it brings, + As my soul sweetly sings, + I am safe from all danger + While under his wings. + +2 I dread not the terror by night, + No arrow can harm me by day; +His shadow has covered me quite, + My fears he has driven away. + +3 The pestilence walking about, + When darkness has settled abroad, +Can never compel me to doubt + The presence and power of God. + +4 The wasting destruction at noon + No fearful foreboding can bring; +With Jesus my soul doth commune, + His perfect salvation I sing. + +5 A thousand may fall at my side, + And ten thousand at my right hand; +Above me his wings are spread wide, + Beneath them in safety I stand. + + James Nicholson. + + +379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s. + +_Divine Sympathy._ + +He knows the bitter, weary way, +The endless striving day by day, +The souls that weep, the souls that pray-- + He knows it all. + +Ref.--He knows it all, + The bitter, weary way; + O souls that weep, O souls that pray, + He knows it all. + +2 He knows how hard the fight has been, +The clouds that come our lives between, +The wounds the world has never seen-- + He knows it all. + +3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, +How deep the pain, how near the brink +Of dark despair we pause and shrink-- + He knows it all. + +4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss! +For though on earth our joys we miss. +We still can bear it, feeling this-- + He knows it all. + + Unknown. + + +380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord. + +Cast thy burden on the Lord, +And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; +He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; +He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; +Cast thy burden on the Lord! + + +381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s. + +_Lead Thou Me On._ + +Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, + Lead thou me on, +The night is dark, and I am far from home, + Lead thou me on; +Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see +The distant scene; one step enough for me. + +2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou + Shouldst lead me on; +I loved to choose and see my path, but now + Lead thou me on; +I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, +Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. + +3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still + Will lead me on; +O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till + The night is gone; +And with the morn those angel faces smile +Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. + + Cardinal J.H. Newman + + +382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M. + +_Joy After Weeping._ + +Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, + For joy cometh in the morning; +For God, in his own Word, hath said + That joy cometh in the morning. + +Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, + Joy cometh in the morning; + Weeping may endure for a night, + But joy cometh in the morning. + +2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, + For joy cometh in the morning; +Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, + For joy cometh in the morning. + +3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, + For joy cometh in the morning; +And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, + For joy cometh in the morning. + +4 Our God shall wipe all tears away, + For joy cometh in the morning; +Sorrow and sighing flee away, + For joy cometh in the morning. + + M.M. Weinland. + + +383 Landis. S.M. + +_God's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883) + +How tender is thy hand, + Oh, thou beloved Lord! +Afflictions come at thy command, + And leave us at thy word. + +2 How gentle was the rod + That chastened us for sin! +How soon we found a smiling God, + Where deep distress had been! + +3 A Father's hand we felt, + A Father's heart we knew; +With tears of penitence we knelt, + And found his word was true. + +4 We told him all our grief, + We thought of Jesus' love; +A sense of pardon brought relief, + And bade our pains remove. + + Thomas Hastings. + + +384 Retreat. L.M. + +_The Mercy-Seat._ (787) + +From every stormy wind that blows, +From every swelling tide of woes, +There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- +'Tis found before the mercy-seat. + +2 There is a place where Jesus sheds +The oil of gladness on our heads,-- +A place, than all besides, more sweet; +It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. + +3 There is a spot where spirits blend, +Where friend holds fellowship with friend; +Though sundered far, by faith they meet +Around one common mercy-seat. + +4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, +And time, and sense seem all no more; +And heaven comes down our souls to greet, +And glory crowns the mercy-seat! + +5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, +My tongue be silent, cold, and still, +This bounding heart forget to beat, +If I forget the mercy-seat! + + Hugh Stowell, 1827. + + +385 Retreat. L.M. + +_Design of Prayer._ (796) + +Prayer is appointed to convey + The blessings God designs to give: +Long as they live should Christians pray; + They learn to pray when first they live. + +2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; + If cares distract, or fears dismay; +If guilt deject; if sin distress; + In every case, still watch and pray. + +3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, + Tho' thought be broken, language lame, +Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, + But pray with faith in Jesus' name. + +4 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. + + Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768 + + +386 Retreat. L.M. + +_Psalm 104:34._ (794) + +My God, is any hour so sweet + From blush of morn to evening star, +As that which calls me to thy feet, + The calm and holy hour of prayer? + +2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, + And blest the hush of solemn eve, +When on the wings of prayer up-borne, + This fair, but transient, world I leave. + +3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; + Then are my sins by thee forgiven; +Then dost thou cheer my solitude, + With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven. + +4 No words can tell what sweet relief, + There for my every want I find; +What strength for warfare, balm for grief, + What deep and cheerful peace of mind. + +5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, + No privilege so dear shall be, +As thus my inmost soul to pour + In faithful, filial prayer to thee! + + Charlotte Elliott, 1854. + + +387 Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D. + +_Blessedness of Prayer._ (790) + +Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +That calls me from a world of care, +And bids me at my Father's throne +Make all my wants and wishes known: +In seasons of distress and grief, +My soul has often found relief; +And oft escaped the tempter's snare, +By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! + +2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +Thy wings shall my petition bear +To him whose truth and faithfulness +Engage the waiting soul to bless. +And since he bids he seek his face, +Believe his word, and trust his grace, +I'll cast on him my ev'ry care +And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! + +3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! +May 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; +And shout, while passing thro' the air, +Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer! + + Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846. + + +388 Brown. C.M. + +_Secret Prayer._ (776) + +I love to steal awhile away + From ev'ry cumb'ring care, +And spend the hours of setting day + In humble, grateful prayer. + +2 I love in solitude to shed + The penitential tear, +And all his promises to plead, + Where none but God can hear. + +3 I love to think on mercies past, + And future good implore, +And all my cares and sorrows cast + On him whom I adore. + +4 I love by faith to take a view + Of brighter scenes in heaven; +The prospect doth my strength renew, + While here by tempests driven. + +5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, + May its departing ray +Be calm as this impressive hour, + And lead to endless day! + + Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825. + + +389 Brown. C.M. + +_Graces Sought in Prayer._ (786) + +Lord! teach us how to pray aright, + With reverence and with fear; +Though dust and ashes in thy sight, + We may, we must draw near. + +2 God of all grace, we come to thee, + With broken, contrite hearts, +Give, what thine eye delights to see, + Truth in the inward parts; + +3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, + Though mercy long delay; +Courage, our fainting souls to keep, + And trust thee though thou slay. + +4 Give these, and then--thy will be done-- + Thus strengthened with all might, +We by the Spirit and thy Son, + Shall pray, and pray aright. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +390 Brown. C.M. + +_Mark 13:33._ (784) + +The Savior bids thee watch and pray + Through life's momentous hour; +And grants the Spirit's quickening ray + To those who seek his power. + +2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, + Maintain a warrior's strife; +Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day; + Obedience is thy life. + +3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, + For soon the hour will come +That calls thee from the earth away + To thy eternal home. + +4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray + Oh, hearken to his voice, +And follow where he leads the way, + To heaven's eternal joys. + + T. Hastings. + + +391 Devizes. C.M. + +_Prayer._ (781) + +Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, + Uttered or unexpressed; +The motion of a hidden fire, + That trembles in the breast. + +2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, + The falling of a tear, +The upward glancing of an eye, + When none but God is near. + +3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, + That infant lips can try; +Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach + The Majesty on high. + +4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, + The Christian's native air: +His watchword at the gates of death; + He enters heaven with prayer. + +5 Oh, 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. + + James Montgomery, 1819. + + +392 Marlow. C.M. + +_A Throne of Grace._ (778) + +A throne of grace! then let us go + And offer up our prayer; +A gracious God will mercy show + To all that worship there. + +2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne + Our knees have often bent, +And God has showered his blessings down + As often as we went. + +3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints! + That throne is open still; +To God unbosom your complaints, + And then inquire his will. + + Corbin. + + +393 Notting Hill. C.M. + +_Communion in Prayer._ (777) + +Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, + While here o'er earth we rove; +Speak to our hearts, and let us feel + The kindling of thy love. + +2 With thee conversing, we forget + All time, and toil, and care: +Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, + If thou, my God! art here. + +3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, + And bid my heart rejoice: +My bounding heart shall own thy sway, + And echo to thy voice. + +4 Thou callest me to seek thy face-- + 'Tis all I wish to seek; +T' attend the whisperings of thy grace, + And hear thee only speak. + + Charles Wesley, 1740. + + +394 Aletta. 7s. + +_At the Throne._ (804) + +Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; +Jesus loves to answer prayer; +He himself has bid thee pray, +Therefore will not say thee nay. + +2 Thou art coming to a King, +Large petitions with thee bring; +For his grace and power are such, +None can ever ask too much. + +3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, +Take possession of my breast; +There thy blood-bought right maintain, +And without a rival reign. + +4 While I am a pilgrim here, +Let thy love my spirit cheer; +As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, +Lead me to my journey's end. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Privilege of Prayer._ + +What a friend we have in Jesus, + All our sins and griefs to bear; +What a privilege to carry + Ev'rything to God in prayer! +O what peace we often forfeit, + O what needless pain we bear, +All because we do not carry + Ev'rything to God in prayer! + +2 Have we trials and temptations? + Is there trouble anywhere? +We should never be discouraged, + Take it to the Lord in prayer. +Can we find a friend so faithful, + Who will all our sorrows share? +Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, + Take it to the Lord in prayer! + +3 Are we weak and heavy laden, + Cumbered with a load of care?-- +Precious Savior, still our refuge,-- + Take it to the Lord in prayer. +Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? + Take it to the Lord in prayer; +In his firms he'll take and shield thee, + Thou wilt find a solace there. + + Unknown. + + +396 The Lord's Prayer. + +_Chant._ + +Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || +Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven, + +2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || +And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors. + +3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || +For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men. + + +397 Thatcher. S.M. + +_I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168) + +Come at the morning hour, + Come, let us kneel and pray; +Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff + To walk with God all day. + +2 At noon beneath the Rock + Of Ages, rest and pray; +Sweet is that shelter from the sun + In weary heat of day. + +3 At evening, in thy home, + Around its altar, pray; +And finding there the house of God, + With heaven then close the day. + +4 When midnight veils our eyes, + Oh, it is sweet to say, +I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord! + With thee to watch and pray. + + Anon. + + +398 Capello. S.M. + +_The Throne of Grace._ (801) + +Behold the throne of grace! + The promise calls me near; +There Jesus shows a smiling face, + And waits to answer prayer. + +2 That rich atoning blood, + Which sprinkled round I see, +Provides, for those who come to God, + An all-prevailing plea. + +3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; + Thou canst not be too bold; +Since his own blood for thee he spilt, + What else can he withhold? + +4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, + Thy presence and thy love; +I ask to serve thee here below, + And reign with thee above. + +5 Teach me to live by faith; + Conform my will to thine; +Let me victorious be in death, + And then in glory shine. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M. + +_The Sympathizing Friend._ + +Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted? + Tell it to Jesus. +Are you grieving over joys departed? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, + He is a Friend that's well known; + You have no other such a friend or brother! + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? + Tell it to Jesus. +Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow? + Tell it to Jesus. +Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + +4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying? + Tell it to Jesus. +For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? + Tell it to Jesus alone. + + J. E. Rankin, D. D. + + +400 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Cross and the Crown._ (835) + +Must Jesus bear the cross alone, + And all the world go free? +No, there's a cross for every one, + And there's a cross for me. + +2 How happy are the saints above, + Who once went mourning here! +But now they taste unmingled love, + And joy without a tear. + +3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, + Till death shall set me free, +And then go home my crown to wear, + For there's a crown for me. + +4 Upon the crystal pavement, down + At Jesus' pierced feet, +Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, + And his dear name repeat. + +5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring + Beneath heaven's arches high; +The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, + That lives no more to die. + +6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown! + Oh! resurrection day! +Ye angels! from the skies come down, + And bear my soul away. + + V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._ + + +401 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Christian Race._ (783) + +Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve, + And press with vigor on; +A heavenly race demands thy zeal, + A bright, immortal crown. + +2 'Tis God's all-animating voice + That calls thee from on high: +'Tis his own 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 way. + +4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee + Have we our race begun; +And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet + We'll lay our laurels down. + + P. Doddridge, 1740. + + +402 Maitland. C.M. + +_Christian Charity._ (809) + +Blest is the man, whose softening heart + Feels all another's pain; +To whom the supplicating eye + Was never raised in vain;-- + +2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, + A stranger's woes to feel, +And bleeds in pity o'er the wound + He wants the power to heal. + +3 He spreads his kind supporting arms + To every child of grief; +Hie secret bounty largely flows, + And brings unasked relief. + +4 To gentle offices of love, + His feet are never slow; +He views, through mercy's melting eye, + A brother in a foe. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. + + +403 Boylston. S.M. + +_The Christian's Life-Work._ (798) + +A charge to keep I have, + A God to glorify; +A never-dying-soul to save, + And fit it for the sky:--- + +2 To serve the present age, + My calling to fulfill,-- +Oh! may it all my powers engage-- + To do my Master's will. + +3 Arm me with jealous care, + As in thy sight to live; +And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare + A strict account to give. + +4 Help me to watch and pray, + And on thyself rely; +Assured, if I my trust betray, + I shall forever die. + + Charles Wesley, 1762. + + +404 Boylston. S.M. + +_Sowing and Reaping._ (1014) + +Sow in the morn thy seed, + At eve hold not thy hand; +To doubt and fear give thou no heed; + Broad-cast it o'er the land. + +2 And duly shall appear, + In verdure, beauty, strength, +The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, + And the full corn at length. + +3 Thou canst not toil in vain; + Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, +Shall foster and mature the grain, + For garners in the sky. + +4 Thence, when the glorious end, + The day of God, shall come, +The angel-reapers shall descend, + And heaven cry "Harvest-home!" + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +405 Boylston. S.M. + +_Doing Good._ (821) + +We give thee but thine own, + Whate'er the gift may be: +All that we have is thine alone, + A trust, O Lord! from thee. + +2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, + And homes are bare and cold, +And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, + Are straying from the fold. + +3 To comfort and to bless, + To find a balm for woe, +To tend the lone and fatherless + Is angels' work below. + +4 The captive to release, + To God the lost to bring, +To teach the way of life and peace, + It is a Christ-like thing. + +5 And we believe thy word, + Though dim our faith may be: +Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, + We do it unto thee. + + William Walsham How, 1854. + + +406 Triumph. L.M. + +_The Useful Life._ (818) + +Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- +Thy joy to do the Father's will; +It is the way the Master went; +Should not the servant tread it still? + +2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; +Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; +Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, +The Master praises;--what are men? + +3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, +If he shall praise thee, if he deign +Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, +No toil for him shall be in vain. + +4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; +For toil comes rest, for exile home; +Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, +The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!" + + Horatius Bonar, 1857. + + +407 Just As I am. L.M. + +_Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._ (737) + +So let our lips and lives express +The holy gospel we profess; +So let our works and virtues shine +To prove the doctrine all divine. + +2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad +The honors of our Savior God; +When his salvation reigns within, +And grace subdues the power of sin. + +3 Religion bears our spirits up, +While we expect that blessed hope,-- +The bright appearance of the Lord; +And faith stands leaning on his word. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +408 Essex. 8s & 7s. + +_The Responsibilities of the Age._ + +We are living, we are dwelling, + In a grand and awful time, +In an age on ages telling; + To be living is sublime. + +2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your + Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? +Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier; + Worlds are charging to the shock. + +3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding; + Thou hast but an hour to fight; +Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, + On! right onward for the right. + +4 On! let all the soul within you + For the truth's sake go abroad; +Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew + Tell on ages--tell for God. + + Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840. + + +409 Triumph. L.M. + +_Zeal.--John 9:4._ (1009) + +Go, labor on, while it is day; + The world's dark night is hastening on; +Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away! + It is not thus that souls are won. + +2 Men die in darkness at your side, + Without a hope to cheer the tomb; +Take up the torch and wave it wide-- + The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. + +3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray! + Be wise the erring soul to win; +Go forth into the world's highway; + Compel the wanderer to come in. + +4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak; + Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; +Yet falter not; the prize you seek + Is near,--a kingdom and a crown! + + H. Bonar, 1857. + + +410 Triumph. L.M. + +_Psalm 41._ (819) + +Blest is the man whose heart doth move, + And melt with pity to the poor; +Whose soul, by sympathizing love, + Feels what his fellow-saints endure. + +2 His heart contrives, for their relief, + More good than his own hands can do; +He, in the time of general grief, + Shall find the Lord has pity too. + +3 His soul shall live secure on earth, + With secret blessings on his head, +When drought, and pestilence, and dearth + Around him multiply their dead. + +4 Or, if he languish on his couch, + God will pronounce his sins forgiven, +Will save him with a healing touch, + Or take his willing soul to heaven. + + Isaac Watts. 1719. + + +411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M. + +_Seeking the Lost._ + +Rescue the perishing, +Care for the dying, + Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; +Weep o'er the erring one, +Lift up the fallen, + Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. + +Cho.--Rescue the perishing, + Care for the dying; + Jesus is merciful, + Jesus will save. + +2 Tho' they are slighting him, +Still he is waiting, + Waiting the penitent child to receive. +Plead with them earnestly, +Plead with them gently, + He will forgive if they only believe. + +3 Down in the human heart, +Crushed by the tempter, + Feelings lie buried which grace can restore. +Touched by a loving heart, +Wakened by kindness, + Cords that were broken will vibrate once more. + +4 Rescue the perishing, +Duty demands it; + Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide. +Back to the narrow way +Patiently win them; + Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died. + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M. + +_Daily Opportunity._ + +There are lonely hearts to cherish, + While the days are going by; +There are weary souls who perish, + While the days are going by; +If a smile we can renew, +As our journey we pursue, +Oh, the good we all may do, + While the days are going by. + +Ref.--Going by, going by, + Going by, going by, + Oh, the good we all may do, + While the days are going by. + +2 There's no time for idle scorning, + While the days are going by; +Let your face be like the morning, + While the days are going by; +Oh, the world is full of sighs, +Full of sad and weeping eyes; +Help your fallen brother rise, + While the days are going by. + +3 All the loving links that bind us, + While the days are going by; +One by one we leave behind us, + While the days are going by; +But the seeds of good we sow +Both in shade and shine will grow, +And will keep our hearts aglow, + While the days are going by. + + George Cooper. + + +413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M. + +_Delight in God's Work._ + +I want to be a worker for the Lord, + I want to love and trust his holy word; +I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day + In the vineyard of the Lord. + +Cho.--I will work, I will pray, + In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord; + I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day + In the vineyard of the Lord. + +2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, + I want to lead the erring in the way +That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, + In the kingdom of the Lord. + +3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, + I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; +All who will truly come, shall find a happy home + In the kingdom of the Lord. + +4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord, + To lead the lost and erring to thy word +That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, + In the kingdom of the Lord. + + Isaiah Baltzell. + + +414 Seeds of Promise. C.M. + +_Seedtime and Harvest._ + +Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, + Along the fertile field, +For grain will grow from what you sow, + And fruitful harvest yield. + +CHO--Then day by day along your way, + The seeds of promise cast, + That ripened grain from hill and plain, + Be gathered home at last. + +2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, + The seed will surely live; +Tho' great the cost it is not lost, + For God will fruitage give. + +3 The harvest home of God will come; + And after toil and care, +With joy untold your sheaves of gold + Will all be garnered there. + + Jessie H. Brown. + + +415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M. + +_The Christian Journey._ + +Come, we that love the Lord, + And let our joys be known, +Join in a song with sweet accord, + And thus surround the throne. + +Cho.--We're marching to Zion, + Beautiful, beautiful Zion, + We're marching upward to Zion, + The beautiful city of God. + +2 Let those refuse to sing + Who never knew our God; +But children of the heavenly King + May speak their joys abroad. + +3 The hill of Zion yields + A thousand sacred sweets, +Before we reach the heavenly fields, + Or walk the golden streets. + +4 Then let our songs abound, + And ev'ry tear be dry; +We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground + To fairer worlds on high. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M. + +_Work While it is Day._ + +Work, for the night is coming, + Work thro' the morning hours; +Work while the dew is sparkling, + Work 'mid springing flowers; +Work, when the day grows brighter, + Work in the glowing sun; +Work, for the night is coming, + When man's work is done. + +2 Work, for the night is coming, + Work thro' the sunny noon; +Fill brightest hours with labor, + Rest comes sure and soon; +Give ev'ry flying minute, + Something to keep in store; +Work, for the night is coming, + When man works no more. + +3 Work, for the night is coming, + Under the sunset skies; +While their bright tints are glowing, + Work, for daylight flies; +Work till the last beam fadeth, + Fadeth to shine no more; +Work while the night is dark'ning, + When man's work is o'er. + + Annie L. Walker. + + +417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M. + +_Spiritual Harvest._ + +Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, + Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; +Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +Cho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; + Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, + Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; +By and by the harvest and the labor ended, + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + +3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, + Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; +When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome; + We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. + + Knowles Shaw. + + +418 Crown After Cross. P.M. + +_Tears and Joy._ + +Light after darkness, + Gain after loss, +Strength after weariness, + Crown after cross, +Sweet after bitter, + Song after sigh, +Home after wandering, + Praise after cry. + +Cho.--Now comes the weeping, + Then the glad reaping; + Now comes the labor hard, + Then the reward. + +2 Sheaves after sowing, + Sun after rain, +Sight after mystery, + Peace after pain, +Joy after sorrow, + Calm after blast, +Rest after weariness, + Sweet rest at last. + +3 Near after distant, + Gleam after gloom, +Love after loneliness, + Life after tomb. +After long agony, + Rapture of bliss; +Right was the pathway + Leading to this. + + Frances R. Havergal. + + +419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D. + +_The Old, Old Story._ + +I love to tell the story + Of unseen things above, +Of Jesus and his glory, + Of Jesus and his love! +I love to tell the story, + Because I know it's true; +It satisfies my longings, + As nothing else would do. + +Cho.--I love to tell the story! + 'Twill be my theme in glory, + To tell the old, old story + Of Jesus and his love. + +2 I love to tell the story! + More wonderful it seems, +Than all the golden fancies + Of all our golden dreams. +I love to tell the story! + It did so much for me! +And that is just the reason, + I tell it now to thee. + +3 I love to tell the story! + 'Tis pleasant to repeat +What seems, each time, I tell it, + More wonderfully sweet. +I love to tell the story! + For some have never heard +The message of salvation + From God's own Holy Word. + +4 I love to tell the story! + For those who know it best +Seem hungering and thirsting + To hear it like the rest. +And when, in scenes of glory, + I sing the new, new song, +'Twill be--the old, old story + That I have loved so long. + + Miss Kate Hankey, 1867. + + +420 Only a Word. P.M. + +_Speaking for Christ._ + +Only a word for Jesus, + Spoken in fear with sense of need; +Yet, with the Master's blessing, + Thousands that word may feed. + +Cho.--Give me a word for thee, Master! + Give me a word for thee! + To speak thy praise, + Some soul to raise, + Oh, give me a word for thee. + +2 Only a word for Jesus, + Gentle and low with falt'ring breath; +Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling, + Winning a soul from death. + +3 Only a word for Jesus, + Only a wav'ring soul to hear; +Yet, thro' increasing ages, + Widen its help and cheer. + +4 Only a word for Jesus, + Feeble the love and praise appear: +Angels their songs are ceasing, + Glad this new note to hear. + + E. S. Lorenz. + + +421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M. + +_Waiting His Coming._ + +Are you Christ's light bearer? +Of his joy a sharer? +Is this dark world fairer + For your cheering ray? +Is your beacon lighted, +Guiding souls benighted + To the land of perfect day? + +Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? + Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? + Are you ever waiting + For your Lord's returning? + Are you watching day by day? + +2 Is your heart warm glowing, +With his love o'erflowing, +And his goodness showing + More and more each day? +Are you pressing onward, +With Christ's faithful vanguard, + In the safe and narrow way? + +3 Keep your altars burning, +Wait your Lord's returning, +While your heart's deep yearning + Draws him ever near; +With his radiance splendid +Shall your light be blended + When his glory shall appear? + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M. + +_Faithfulness._ + +When Jesus comes to reward his servants, + Whether it be noon or night, +Faithful to him will he find us watching, + With our lamps all trimmed and bright? + +Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? + Ready for the soul's bright home? + Say, will he find you and me still watching, + Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? + +2 If at the dawn of the early morning, + He shall call us one by one, +When to the Lord we restore our talents, + Will he answer thee--Well done? + +3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? + Do we seek to do our best? +If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, + We shall have a glorious rest. + +4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, + In his glory they shall share; +If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, + Will he find us watching there? + + Fanny J. Crosby. + + +423 Laban. S.M. + +_Watchfulness and Prayer._ (763) + +My soul, be on thy guard, + Ten thousand foes arise: +The hosts of sin are pressing hard + To draw thee from the skies. + +2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray; + The battle ne'er give o'er; +Renew it boldly every day, + And help divine implore. + +3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won + Nor lay thine armor down; +Thy arduous work will not be done + Till thou obtain thy crown. + +4 Fight on, my soul, till death + Shall bring thee to thy God; +He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, + To his divine abode. + + George Heath, 1806. + + +424 Laban. S.M. + +_The Panoply of God._ (761) + +Soldiers of Christ! arise, + And put your armor on,-- +Strong, in the strength which God supplies, + Through his eternal Son:-- + +2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts, + And in his mighty power; +Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, + Is more than conqueror. + +3 Stand, then, in his great might, + With all his strength endued; +And take, to arm you for the fight, + The panoply of God:-- + +4 That, having all things done, + And all your conflicts past, +You may o'ercome through Christ alone, + And stand entire at last. + +5 From strength to strength go on; + Wrestle, and fight, and pray; +Tread all the powers of darkness down, + And win the well-fought day. + +6 Still let the Spirit cry, + In all his soldiers, "Come," +Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, + And takes the conquerors home. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + +425 Laban. S.M. + +_Victory is on the Lord's Side._ (765) + +Arise, ye saints, arise! + The Lord our Leader is: +The foe before his banner flies, + And victory is his. + +2 We soon shall see the day + When all our toils shall cease; +When we shall cast our arms away, + And dwell in endless peace. + +3 This hope supports us here; + It makes our burdens light: +'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, + Till faith shall end in sight:-- + +4 Till, of the prize possessed, + We hear of war no more; +And ever with our Leader rest, + On yonder peaceful shore. + + Thomas Kelly, 1803. + + +426 Maitland. C.M. + +_The Sacrifices of Warfare._ (751) + +Am I a soldier of the cross, + A follower of the Lamb? +And shall I fear to own his cause, + Or blush to speak his name? + +2 Must I be carried to the skies + On flow'ry beds of ease, +While others fought to win the prize, + And sailed thro' bloody seas? + +3 Are there no foes for me to face? + Must I not stem the flood? +Is this vile world a friend to grace, + To help me on to God? + +4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; + Increase my courage, Lord; +I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, + Supported by thy word. + +5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, + Shall conquer, though they die; +They see the triumph from afar, + By faith they bring it nigh. + +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. + + Isaac Watts, 1723 + + +427 America. 6s & 4s. + +_Christian Soldiers._ (773) + +Soldiers of Christ are we +Marching to victory, + Marching to heaven; +In his bright armor dressed, +His cross our chosen crest, +And for our food and rest, + His word is given. + +2 Tho' foes our path surround, +Tho' toils and cares abound, + Onward we tread; +We hear our Lord's command; +We grasp each shining brand, +And, like a banner grand, + Hope waves o'erhead. + +3 Soldiers of Christ are we, +Light, Love, and Liberty + Our battle call! +Till truth shall win the day, +Till right shall gain the sway, +Till sin is driven away, + We fight or fall. + + +428 Webb. 7s & 6s. + + (771) + +Stand up, stand up for Jesus, + Ye soldiers of the cross! +Lift high his royal banner, + It must not suffer loss; +From victory unto victory + His army shall he lead, +Till every foe is vanquished. + And Christ is Lord indeed. + +2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus. + The trumpet call obey; +Forth to the mighty conflict, + In this his glorious day; +Ye that are men! now serve him, + Against unnumbered foes; +Your courage rise with danger, + And strength to strength oppose. + +3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, + Stand in his strength alone; +The arm of flesh will fail you; + Ye dare not trust your own; +Put on the gospel armor, + And, watching unto prayer, +Where duty calls, or danger, + Be never wanting there. + +4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus: + The strife will not be long; +This day, the noise of battle,-- + The next, the victor's song; +To him that overcometh, + A crown of life shall be; +He, with the King of glory, + Shall reign eternally! + + George Duffield, 1858. + + +429 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Psalm 27._ (772) + +God is my strong salvation; + What foe have I to fear? +In darkness and temptation, + My Light, my Help is near: +Though hosts encamp around me, + Firm to the fight I stand; +What terror can confound me, + With God at my right hand? + +2 Place on the Lord reliance; + My soul! with courage wait; +His truth be thine affiance, + When faint and desolate; +His might thy heart shall strengthen, + His love thy joy increase; +Mercy thy days shall lengthen; + The Lord will give thee peace. + + James Montgomery, 1822. + + +430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M. + +_Courage._ + +Yield not to temptation, + For yielding is sin; +Each vict'ry will help you + Some other to win. +Fight manfully onward, + Dark passions subdue; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + +Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you, + Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; + He is willing to aid you, + He will carry you through. + +2 Shun evil companions, + Bad language disdain, +God's name hold in rev'rence, + Nor take it in vain; +Be thoughtful and earnest, + Kind-hearted and true; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + +3 To him that o'ercometh, + God giveth a crown; +Through faith we shall conquer, + Though often cast down; +He who is our Savior + Our strength will renew; +Look ever to Jesus, + He'll carry you through. + + H.R. Palmer. + + +431 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Founded on a Rock._ (892) + +With stately towers and bulwarks strong, + Unrivaled and alone, +Loved theme of many a sacred song; + God's holy city shone. + +2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, + The glory of all lands; +Yet fairer and in strength complete, + The Christian temple stands. + +3 The faithful of each clime and age + This glorious church compose; +Built on a Rock, with idle rage + The threat'ning tempest blows. + +4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, + Thy God is thy defense; +And weak and powerless every arm + Against Omnipotence. + + Isaac Watts. + + +432 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_The Church Immovable._ (891) + +Oh! where are kings and empires now, + Of old that went and came? +But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, + A thousand years the same. + +2 We mark her goodly battlements, + And her foundations strong; +We hear within the solemn voice + Of her unending song. + +3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, + Thy holy church, O God! +Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, + And tempests are abroad; + +4 Unshaken as eternal hills, + Immovable she stands, +A mountain that shall fill the earth, + A house not made by hands. + + Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._ + + +433 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Returning to Zion._ (894) + +Daughter of Zion, from the dust + Exalt thy fallen head; +Again in thy Redeemer trust-- + He calls thee from the dead. + +2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, + Thy beautiful array; +The day of freedom dawns at length-- + The Lord's appointed day. + +3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, + And send thy heralds forth; +Say to the South, Give up thy charge! + And, Keep not back, O North! + +4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, + Where'er they rest or roam, +Have heard thy voice in distant lands, + And hasten to their home. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +434 St. Martin's. C.M. + +_Little Flock._ + +Church of the ever-living God, + The Father's gracious choice, +Amid the voices of this earth + How feeble is thy voice! + +2 Not many rich or noble called, + Not many great or wise: +They whom God makes his kings and priests + Are poor in human eyes. + +3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; + Their feeble days are o'er, +No more a handful in the earth, + A little flock no more. + + H. Bonar, _ab._ + + +435 Laban. S.M. + +_Psalm 137._ (914) + +I love thy kingdom, Lord! + The house of thine abode, +The church our blest Redeemer saved, + With his own precious blood. + +2 I love thy church, O God! + Her walls before thee stand, +Dear as the apple of thine eye, + And graven on 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. + + Timothy Dwight, 1800. + + +436 State Street. S.M. + +_A Revival Sought._ (912) + +Revive thy work, O Lord! + Thy mighty arm make bare; +Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead, + And make thy people hear. + +2 Revive thy work, O Lord! + Disturb this sleep of death; +Quicken the smoldering embers now, + By thine almighty breath. + +3 Revive thy work, O Lord! + Exalt thy precious name; +And, by the Holy Ghost, our love + For thee and thine inflame. + +4 Revive thy work, O Lord! + And give refreshing showers; +The glory shall be all thine own, + The blessing, Lord! be ours. + + Albert Midlane, 1861. + + +437 Ware. L.M. + +_Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._ (895) + +Jesus shall reign where'er the sun +Does his successive journeys run; +His kingdom spread from shore to shore, +Till moons shall wax and wane no more. + +2 From north to south the princes meet, +To pay their homage at his feet; +While western empires own their Lord, +And savage tribes attend his word. + +3 To him shall endless prayer be made, +And endless praises crown his head; +His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, +With every morning sacrifice. + +4 People and realms of every tongue +Dwell on his love with sweetest song, +And infant voices shall proclaim +Their early blessings on his name. + +5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; +The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; +The weary find eternal rest, +And all the sons of want are blest. + +6 Let every creature rise and bring +Peculiar honors to our King; +Angels descend with songs again, +And earth repeat the loud Amen! + + Isaac Watts, 1719. + + +438 Ware. L.M. + +_The Glory of the Church._ (904) + +Triumphant Zion! lift thy head +From dust, and darkness, and the dead; +Though humbled long, awake at length, +And gird thee with thy Savior's strength. + +2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, +And let thy various charms be known; +The world thy glories shall confess, +Decked in the robes of righteousness. + +3 No more shall foes unclean invade, +And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; +No more shall hell's insulting host +Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. + +4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; +His hand thy ruins shall repair; +Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease +To guard thee in eternal peace. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +439 Ware. L.M. + +_Rev. 11: 15._ (1028) + +Soon may the last glad song arise +Through all the millions of the skies-- +That song of triumph which records +That all the earth is now the Lord's! + +2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be +Obedient, mighty God, to thee! +And, over land and stream and main, +Wave thou the scepter of thy reign! + +3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, +Let host to host the triumph tell, +That not one rebel heart remains, +But over all the Savior reigns! + + Mrs. Voke, 1816. + + +440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Her Enemies Confounded._ (925) + +Zion stands with hills surrounded, + Zion kept by power divine! +All her foes shall be confounded, + Tho' the world in arms combine. + Happy Zion, + What a favored lot is thine! + +2 Ev'ry human tie may perish, + Friend to friend unfaithful prove, +Mothers cease their own to cherish, + Heaven and earth at last remove; + But no changes + Can attend Jehovah's love. + +3 In the furnace God may prove thee, + Thence to bring thee forth more bright, +But can never cease to love thee-- + Thou art precious in his sight: + God is with thee-- + God, thine everlasting light. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804 + + +441 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_The Gospel Herald._ (926) + +On the mountain's top appearing, + Lo! the sacred herald stands, +Welcome news to Zion bearing-- + Zion long in hostile lands: + Mourning captive! + God himself shall loose thy bands. + +2 Has thy night been long and mournful? + Have thy friends unfaithful proved? +Have thy foes been proud and scornful? + By thy sighs and tears unmoved? + Cease thy mourning; + Zion still is well beloved. + +3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; + He himself appears thy Friend; +All thy foes shall flee before thee; + Here their boasts and triumph end; + Great deliverance + Zion's King will surely send. + + Thomas Kelly, 1804 + + +442 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s. + +_Prayer for a Revival._ (923) + +Savior, visit thy plantation; + Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; +All will come to desolation, + Unless thou return again. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +2 Keep no longer at a distance; + Shine upon us from on high, +Lest, for want of thine assistance, + Every plant should droop and die. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +3 Let our mutual love be fervent! + Make us prevalent in prayers; +Let each one, esteemed thy servant, + Shun the world's bewitching snares. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + +4 Break the tempter's fatal power, + Turn the stony heart to flesh, +And begin, from this good hour, + To revive thy work afresh. + Lord, revive us! + All our help must come from thee. + + John Newton, 1779 + + +443 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. + +_The Glory of the Church._ (921) + +Glorious things of thee are spoken, + Zion, city of our God! +He, whose word cannot be broken, + Formed thee for his own abode; +On the Rock of Ages founded, + What can shake thy sure repose? +With salvation's walls surrounded, + Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. + +2 See! the streams of living waters, + Springing from eternal love, +Well supply thy sons and daughters, + And all fear of want remove; +Who can faint, while such a river, + Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?-- +Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, + Never fails from age to age. + +3 Round each habitation hovering, + See the cloud and tire appear, +For a glory and a covering, + Showing that the Lord is near! +Thus deriving from their banner, + Light by night, and shade by day, +Safe they feed upon the manna + Which he gives them when they pray. + + John Newton, 1779. + + +444 Austria. 8s, 7s. D. + +_Isa. 54:10._ + +Zion, dreary and in anguish, + 'Mid the desert hast thou strayed! +Oh, thou weary, cease to languish; + Jesus shall lift up thy head. +Still lamenting and bemoaning, + 'Mid thy follies and thy woes! +Soon repenting and returning, + All thy solitude shall close. + +2 Though benighted and forsaken, + Though afflicted and distressed; +His almighty arm shall waken; + Zion's King shall give thee rest: +Cease thy sadness, unbelieving; + Soon his glory shalt thou see! +Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving, + And the voice of melody! + + Thos. Hastings + + +445 Austria. 8s, 75. D. + +_The Heralds of the Gospel._ (1048) + +Onward, onward, men of heaven + Bear the gospel's banner high; +Rest not, till its light is given, + Star of every pagan sky: +Send it where the pilgrim stranger + Paints beneath the torrid ray; +Bid the red-browed forest-ranger + Hail it, ere he fades away. + +2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature, + Dark in spirit, though they be, +Show that light to every creature-- + Prince or vassal, bond or free: +Lo! they haste to every nation: + Host on host the ranks supply: +Onward! Christ is your salvation, + And your death is victory. + + Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney. + + +446 Baca. L.M. + +_Save the Perishing._ (1021) + +The heathen perish; day by day, +Thousands on thousands pass away! +O Christians, to their rescue fly, +Preach Jesus to them ere they die! + +2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, +Yea, life itself, that they may live, +What hath your Savior done for you? +And what for him will ye not do? + +3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth, +Call in the South, wake up the North, +From every clime, from sun to sun, +Gather God's children into one! + + J. Montgomery + + +447 Baca. L.M. + +_Home Missions._ (1022) + +Look from thy sphere of endless day, + O God of mercy and of might! +In pity look on those who stray, + Benighted, in this land of light. + +2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, + In crowded mart, by stream or sea, +How many of the sons of men + Hear not the message sent from thee! + +3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call + The thoughtless young, the hardened old, +A scattered, homeless flock, till all + Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. + +4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, + Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, +To awe the bold, to stay the weak, + And bind and heal the broken heart. + +5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, + That make us sadden as we gaze, +Shall grow with living waters green, + And lift to heaven the voice of praise. + + William C. Bryant, 1840. + + +448 Baca. L.M. + +_Missionary Charged and Encouraged._ (1024) + +Go, messenger of peace and love, + To people plunged in shades of night, +Like angels sent from fields above, + Be thine to shed celestial light. + +2 Go to the hungry--food impart; + To paths of peace the wand'rer guide, +And lead the thirsty, panting heart, + Where streams of living water glide. + +3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil, + When harvest waits the reaper's hand: +Go, gather in the glorious spoil, + And joyous in his presence stand. + +4 Thy love a rich reward shall find + From him who sits enthroned on high: +For they who turn the erring mind + Shall shine like stars above the sky. + + A. Balfor + + +449 Baca. L.M. + +_Ascend Thy Throne._ + +Ascend thy throne, almighty King, + And spread thy glories all abroad; +Let thine own arm salvation bring, + And be thou known the gracious God. + +2 Let millions bow before thy seat, + Let humble mourners seek thy face, +Bring daring rebels to thy feet, + Subdued by thy victorious grace. + +3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world + Become the kingdoms of the Lord! +Let saints and angels praise thy name, + Be thou through heaven and earth adored. + + Benjamin Beddome. + + +450 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_The Universal Reign of Christ._ (1033) + +Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; +Put on thy strength, the nation shake; +And let the world, adoring, see +Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee. + +2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, +"I am Jehovah--God alone!" +Thy voice their idols shall confound, +And cast their altars to the ground. + +3 No more let human blood be spilt, +Vain sacrifice for human guilt; +But to each conscience be applied +The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side. + +4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim +In every clime, of every name, +Till adverse powers before thee fall, +And crown the Savior--Lord of all. + + William Shrubsole, 1776. + + +451 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_Mission to the Heathen._ (1030) + +Behold, the heathen waits to know +The joy the gospel will bestow; +The exiled captive to receive +The freedom Jesus has to give. + +2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, +In this blest labor share a part; +Our prayers and offerings gladly bring +To aid the triumphs of our King. + +3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, +That we have seen these latter days, +When our Redeemer shall be known +Where Satan long has held his throne. + +4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, +Sweet incense to his name shall rise, +And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, +By sovereign grace be formed anew. + + Voke. + + +452 Missionary Chant. L.M. + +_The Gospel Banner._ (1027) + +Fling out the banner! let it float + Skyward and seaward, high and wide, +The sun that lights its shining folds, + The cross on which the Savior died. + +2 Fling out the banner! angels bend + In anxious silence o'er the sign, +And vainly seek to comprehend + The wonder of the love divine. + +3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands + Shall see from far the glorious sight; +And nations, crowding to be born, + Baptize their spirits in its light. + +4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, + That sink and perish in the strife, +Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, + And spring immortal, into life. + +5 Fling out the banner! let it float + Skyward and seaward, high and wide +Our glory, only in the cross, + Our only hope, the Crucified. + +6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, + Seaward and skyward let it shine; +Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; + We conquer only in that sign. + + George W. Doane, 1848. + + +453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s. + +_Hopeful View._ (1042) + +Yes, we trust the day is breaking; + Joyful times are near at hand; +God, the mighty God, is speaking + By his word in ev'ry land; + When he chooses, + Darkness flies at his command. + +2 While the foe becomes more daring, + While he enters like a flood +God, the Savior, is preparing + Means to spread his truth abroad, + Ev'ry language + Soon shall tell the love of God. + +3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving + To our hearts, to hear, each day, +Joyful news, from far arriving, + How the gospel wins its way, + Those enlight'ning + Who in death and darkness lay. + +4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, + Let thy people see thy hand; +Let the gospel be victorious, + Through the world in every land; + Then shall idols + Perish, Lord, at thy command. + + Thomas Kelly, 1809. + + +454 Anvern. L.M. + +_The Kingdom of Christ._ + +Great God! whose universal sway +The known and unknown worlds obey; +Now give the kingdom to thy Son; +Extend his power, exalt his throne. + +2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath +The shades of over-spreading death, +Revive at his first dawning light, +And deserts blossom at the sight. + +3 The saints shall flourish in his days, +Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; +Peace, like a river, from his throne, +Shall flow to nations yet unknown. + + Isaac Watts. + + +455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. +_Condition of the Heathen._ (1061) + +From Greenland's icy mountains, + From India's coral strand-- +Where Afric's sunny fountains + Roll down their golden sand-- +From many an ancient river, + From many a palmy plain-- +They call us to deliver + Their land from error's chain. + +2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted + By wisdom from on high, +Shall we to man benighted + The light of life deny? +Salvation! oh, salvation! + The joyful sound proclaim, +Till earth's remotest nation + Has learned Messiah's name. + +3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, + And you, ye waters, roll, +Till like a sea of glory + It spreads from pole to pole, +Till o'er our ransomed nature + The Lamb, for sinners slain, +Redeemer, King, Creator, + In bliss returns to reign. + + Reginald Heber, 1819. + + +456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Home Missions._ (1062) + +Our country's voice is pleading, + Ye men of God, arise! +His providence is leading, + The land before you lies; +Day gleams are o'er it brightening, + And promise clothes the soil; +Wide fields for harvest whitening, + Invite the reaper's toil. + +2 Go where the waves are breaking + On California's shore, +Christ's precious gospel taking, + More rich than golden ore; +On Allegheny's mountains, + Through all the western vale, +Beside Missouri's fountains, + Rehearse the wondrous tale. + +3 The love of Christ unfolding, + Speed on from east to west, +Till all, his cross beholding, + In him are fully blest. +Great Author of salvation, + Haste, haste the glorious day, +When we, a ransomed nation, + Thy scepter shall obey. + + Mrs. G.W. Anderson. + + +457 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Success of the Gospel._ (1057) + +The morning light is breaking, + The darkness disappears: +The sons of earth are waking + To penitential tears. +Each breeze that sweeps the ocean + Brings tidings from afar +Of nations in commotion, + Prepared for Zion's war. + +2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, + In many a gentle shower, +And brighter scenes before us + Are opening every hour; +Each cry, to heaven going, + Abundant answers brings, +And heavenly gales are blowing, + With peace upon their wings. + +3 See heathen nations bending + Before the God we love, +And thousand hearts ascending + In gratitude above; +While sinners, now confessing, + The gospel call obey, +And seek the Savior's blessing,-- + A nation in a day. + +4 Blest river of salvation! + Pursue thine onward way; +Flow thou to every nation, + Nor in thy richness stay:-- +Stay not, till all the lowly + Triumphant reach their home; +Stay not, till all the holy + Proclaim "The Lord is come." + + Samuel F. Smith, 1845. + + +458 Webb. 7s & 6s. + +_Home Missions._ (1059) + +Go preach the blest salvation + To every sinful race, +And bid each guilty nation + Accept the Savior's grace; +But bear, oh, quickly bear it + Where thronging millions roam, +And bid them freely share it, + Who dwell with us at home. + +2 Where blooms the broad savanna, + Where mighty waters roll, +There let the gospel banner + Beam hope on every soul; +Go where the west is teeming, + And yet behold they come! +The fields all ripe are gleaming + For those who reap at home! + +3 Our children there are dwelling, + Neglected and astray, +Whose hearts are often swelling + To learn of Zion's way. +Bear, bear to them the treasure + And bid the exiles come; +There is no sweeter pleasure, + Than preaching Christ at home. + + Sidney Dyer. + + +459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s. + +_Victory of the Church._ + +See the flag of Jesus + O'er the earth unfurled! +Sabbath-schools are singing, + All around the world; +Sunday-schools in China, + India and Japan, +Training souls for glory, + By the gospel plan. + +Cho.--Lift the cross of Jesus, + Bear the Bible on; + Soon the world will echo, + With the vict'ry won. + See the flag of Jesus, + O'er the earth unfurled! + Sunday-schools are singing, + All around the world. + +2 Little Indian diamonds, + Precious island pearls; +Learning Bible lessons, + Happy boys and girls. +Afric's gold dust scattered, + Neath the feet of wrong, +Rises up in brightness, + From the darkness long. + +3 Sunday-schools are singing, + France and Spain and Rome; +Hear their joyous music, + Songs of heaven and home. +Where the martyrs suffered, + Holy seed is spread; +Gather up these rubies, + Dyed in life-blood red. + +4 Sunday-schools in Chili, + Reaching down the coast; +Mexico is leading, + Gallant little host. +Glad Brazilian children, + Praise to God shall sing; +Far-off Patagonia + Answers Christ is King. + + Priscilla J. Owens. + + +460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s. + +_The Messenger Welcomed._ (928) + +How beauteous on the mountains, + The feet of him that brings, +Like streams from living fountains, + Good tidings of good things; +That publisheth salvation, + And jubilee release, +To ev'ry tribe and nation, + God's reign of joy and peace. + +2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman! + And shout from Zion's towers, +Thy hallelujah chorus-- + "The victory is ours!" +The Lord shall build up Zion + In glory and renown, +And Jesus, Judah's lion, + Shall wear his rightful crown. + +3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; + Oh, waste Jerusalem! +Let songs, instead of sadness, + Thy jubilee proclaim; +The Lord in strength victorious, + Upon thy foes hath trod; +Behold, oh, earth! the glorious + Salvation of our God. + + Benjamin Gough, 186-. + + +461 Herold. 7s. + +_Christian Ministers._ (1039) + +Soldiers of the cross! arise; + Gird you with your armor bright; +Mighty are your enemies, + Hard the battle ye must fight. + +2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, + Soothe the troubled, banish grief; +With the Spirit's sword arrayed, + Scatter sin and unbelief. + +3 Be the banner still unfurled, + Bear it bravely still abroad, +Till the kingdoms of the world + Are the kingdoms of the Lord. + + William Walsham How, 1854. + + +462 All Hallows. C.M. + +_In the Strength of Jesus._ (983) + +With thine own pity, Savior, see + The thronged and darkening way! +We go to win the lost to thee, + Oh, help us, Lord, we pray! + +2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand + Against hell's marshalled powers; +And heart to heart, and hand to hand, + To make thine honor ours. + +3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak, + Of thy sweet love to tell; +Till they who wander far shall seek + And find and serve thee well. + +4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send, + And make thy goodness known, +Till earth and heaven together blend + Their praises at thy throne. + + Ray Palmer. + + +463 All Hallows. C.M. + +_Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35._ + +Oh! still in accents sweet and strong + Sounds forth the ancient word,-- +"More reapers for white harvest fields, + More laborers for the Lord!" + +2 We hear the call; in dreams no more + In selfish ease we lie, +But girded for our Father's work, + Go forth beneath his sky. + +3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, + And prayers of saints were sown, +We, to their labors entering in, + Would reap where they have strown. + + S. Longfellow. + + +464 Welton. L.M. + +_A Meeting of Ministers._ (1006) + +Pour out thy Spirit from on high; + Lord! thine assembled servants bless; +Graces and gifts to each supply. + And clothe thy priests with righteousness. + +2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, + Firmness with meekness from above, +To bear thy people on our heart, + And love the souls whom thou dost love; + +3 To watch and pray, and never faint; + By day and night, strict guard to keep; +To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, + Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. + +4 Then, when our work is finished here, + In humble hope, our charge resign; +When the chief Shepherd shall appear, + O God! may they and we be thine. + + James Montgomery, 1825. + + +465 Welton. L.M. + +_An Ordination Service._ (1011) + +The solemn service now is done. +The vow is pledged, the toil begun; +Seal thou, O God! the oath above, +And ratify the pledge of love. + +2 The shepherd of thy people bless; +Gird him with thine own holiness; +In duty may his pleasure be +His glory in his zeal for thee. + +3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, +Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies. +The tear of penitence be shed, +And myriads to the Savior led. + +4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell; +The mists of earth and sin dispel; +Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain: +Supreme in every bosom reign. + + Samuel F. Smith, 1843. + + +466 Happy Day. L.M. + +_Rejoicing in Entire Consecration._ (937) + +Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, + On thee, my Savior and my God! +Well may this glowing heart rejoice, + And tell its raptures all abroad. + +Cho.--Happy day, happy day, + When Jesus washed my sins away; + He taught me how to watch and pray, + And live rejoicing ev'ry day! + +2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows + To him who merits all my love! +Let cheerful anthems fill the house, + While to his altar now I move. + +3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done; + I am my Lord's, and he is mine; +He drew me, and I followed on, + Rejoiced to own the call divine. + +4 Now rest--my long-divided heart-- + Fixed on this blissful center, rest; +Here have I found a nobler part, + Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. + +5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, + That vow renewed shall daily hear, +Till, in life's latest hour, I bow, + And bless in death a bond so dear. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +467 Happy Day. L.M. + +_Converts Welcomed._ (940) + +Come in, thou blessed of the Lord! + Enter in Jesus' precious name; +We welcome thee, with one accord, + And trust the Savior does the same. + +2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford, + We'll seek in fellowship to prove, +Joined in one spirit to our Lord, + Together bound by mutual love. + +3 And, while we pass this vale of tears, + We'll make our joys and sorrows known; +We'll share each other's hopes and fears, + And count a brother's case our own. + +4 Once more, our welcome we repeat; + Receive assurance of our love; +Oh! may we all together meet, + Around the throne of God above. + + Thomas Kelly, 1812. + + +468 Evan. C.M. + +_Brotherly Love._ (983) + +How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, + When those who love the Lord, +In one another's peace delight, + And so fulfill his word!-- + +2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, + And with him bear a part; +When sorrow flows from eye to eye, + And joy from heart to heart; + +3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, + Our wishes all above, +Each can his brother's failings hide, + And show a brother's love: + +4 When love, in one delightful stream, + Through every bosom flows; +When union sweet, and dear esteem, + In every action glows. + +5 Love is the golden chain, that binds + The happy souls above; +And he's an heir of heaven, that finds + His bosom glow with love. + + Joseph Swain. 1791 + + +469 Evan. C.M. + +_Gen. 24:31._ (931) + +Come in, beloved of the Lord, + Stranger nor foe art thou; +We welcome thee with warm accord, + Our friend, our brother, now. + +2 The hand of fellowship, the heart + Of love, we offer thee: +Leaving the world, thou dost but part + From lies and vanity. + +3 Come with us,--we will do thee good, + As God to us hath done; +Stand but in him, as those have stood + Whose faith the victory won. + +4 And when, by turns, we pass away, + And star by star grows dim, +May each, translated into day, + Be lost and found in him. + + James Montgomery. + + +470 Evan. C.M. + +_Covenant Vows._ (933) + +Witness, ye men and angels! now, + Before the Lord we speak; +To him we make our solemn vow, + A vow we dare not break;-- + +2 That, long as life itself shall last, + Ourselves to Christ we yield; +Nor from his cause will we depart, + Or even quit the field. + +3 We trust not in our native strength, + But on his grace rely; +That, with returning wants, the Lord + Will all our need supply. + +4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright, + And keep us in thy ways; +And, while we turn our vows to prayers, + Turn thou our prayers to praise. + + Benjamin Beddome, 1790. + + +471 Dennis. S.M. + +_Love to the Brethren._ (992) + +Blest be the tie that binds + Our hearts in Christian love! +The fellowship of kindred minds + Is like to that above. + +2 Before our Father's throne, + We pour our ardent prayers; +Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, + Our comforts and our cares. + +3 We share our mutual woes; + Our mutual burdens bear; +And often for each other flows + The sympathizing tear. + +4 When we asunder part, + It gives us inward pain; +But we shall still be joined 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. + + John Fawcett, 1772. + + +472 Dennis. S.M. + +_Laborers in the Vineyard._ (995) + +And let our bodies part-- + To diff'rent climes repair; +Inseparably joined in heart + The friends of Jesus are. + +2 Oh, let us still proceed + In Jesus' work below; +And following our triumphant Head, + To further conquests go. + +3 The vineyard of the Lord + Before his laborers lies; +And lo! we see the vast reward + Which waits us in the skies. + +4 Oh, let our heart and mind + Continually ascend, +That haven of repose to find, + Where all our labors end. + + Charles Wesley + + +473 Dennis, S.M. + +_Meeting After Absence._ (996) + +And are we yet alive, + And see each other's face? +Glory and praise to Jesus give, + For his redeeming grace. + +2 Preserved by power divine + To full salvation here, +Again in Jesus' praise we join, + And in his sight appear. + +3 What troubles have we seen! + What conflicts have we passed! +Fightings without, and fears within, + Since we assembled last! + +4 But out of all the Lord + Hath brought us by his love; +And still he doth his help afford, + And hides our life above. + +5 Let us take up the cross, + Till we the crown obtain; +And gladly reckon all things loss + So we may Jesus gain. + + Charles Wesley. + + +474 Rockingham. L.M. + +_The Likeness of His Death._ (974) + +How blest the hour when first we gave + Our guilty souls to thee, O God; +A cheerful sacrifice of love, + Bought with the Savior's precious blood. + +2 How blest the vow we here record! + How blest the grace we now receive! +Buried in baptism with our Lord, + New lives of holiness to live. + +3 How blest the solemn rite that seals + Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;-- +How blest the emblem that reveals + God reconciled and peace with heaven. + +4 Thus through the emblematic grave + The glorious, suffering Savior trod; +Thou art our pattern, through the wave + We follow thee, blest Son of God. + + S.F. Smith. + + +475 Rockingham. L.M. + +_The Feast of Love._ (961) + +My God! and is thy table spread? + And does thy cup with love o'erflow? +Thither be all thy children led, + And let them all its sweetness know. + +2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes! + Rich banquet of his flesh and blood; +Thrice happy he, who here partakes + That sacred stream, that heavenly food! + +3 Oh! let thy table honored be, + And furnished well with joyful guests; +And may each soul salvation see, + That here its sacred pledges tastes. + +4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared; + With hearts inflamed let all attend; +Nor, when we leave our Father's board, + The pleasure or the profit end. + + Philip Doddridge, 1740. + + +476 Rockingham. L.M. + +_Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!_ (963) + +Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! + Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men! +From the best bliss that earth imparts, + We turn unfilled to thee again. + +2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; + Thou savest those that on thee call; +To them that seek thee, thou art good, + To them that find thee,--All in all! + +3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread! + And long to feast upon thee still; +We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, + And thirst our souls from thee to fill. + +4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, + Where'er our changeful lot is cast; +Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, + Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. + +5 O Jesus! ever with us stay; + Make all our moments calm and bright; +Chase the dark night of sin away; + Shed o'er the world thy holy light. + + Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833. + + +477 Aletta. 7s. + +_The Bread of Life._ (973) + +Bread of heaven, on thee we feed +For thy flesh is meat indeed; +Ever let our souls be fed +With this true and living bread. + +2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies +This blest cup of sacrifice; +Lord, thy wounds our healing give; +To thy cross we look and live. + +3 Day by day with strength supplied, +Thro' the life of him who died, +Lord of life, oh, let us be +Rooted, grafted, built on thee. + + Josiah Conder, 1824. + + +478 Windham. L.M. + +_The Lord's Supper Instituted._ (964) + +'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, + When powers of earth and hell arose +Against the Son of God's delight, + And friends betrayed him to his foes. + +2 Before the mournful scene began + He took the bread, and blessed and brake; +What love thro' all his actions ran! + What wondrous words of grace he spake! + +3 "This is my body, broke for sin; + Receive and eat the living food;" +Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: + "'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." + +4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, + In mem'ry of your dying Friend; +Meet at the table, and record + The love of your departed Lord." + +5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate; + We show thy death, we sing thy name +Till thou return, and we shall eat + The marriage supper of the Lamb. + + Isaac Watts. + + +479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s. + +_Viewing the Cross._ (977) + +While, in sweet communion, feeding + On this earthly bread and wine, +Savior, may we see thee bleeding + On the cross, to make us thine. + +2 Now, our eyes forever closing + To this fleeting world below, +On thy gentle breast reposing, + Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know. + +3 Though unseen, be ever near us, + With the still small voice of love, +Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, + Ev'ry doubt and fear remove. + +4 Bring before us all the story + Of thy life, and death of woe; +And, with hopes of endless glory, + Wean our hearts from all below. + + Edward Denny, 1839. + + +480 Arlington. C.M. + +_Remembering Christ._ (958) + +That dreadful night before his death, + The Lamb, for sinners slain, +Did, almost with his dying breath, + This solemn feast ordain. + +2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, + And to remember thee; +Help each poor trembler to repeat-- + For me he died, for me. + +3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign + To our remembrance brings; +We eat the bread and drink the wine, + But think on nobler things. + +4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame + Each heart that pants for thee, +To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, + The Lamb that died for me. + + Joseph Hart, d. 1768 + + +481 Till He Come. 7s. + +_The Coming Joy._ + +"Till he come!" oh, let the words +Linger on the trembling chords, +Let the "little while" between +In their golden light be seen; +Let us think how heav'n and home +Lie beyond that "Till he come!" + +2 When the weary ones we love +Enter on that rest above, +When their words of love and cheer +Fall no longer on our ear, +Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, +It is only "Till he come!" + +3 Clouds and darkness round us press; +Would we have one sorrow less? +All the sharpness of the cross, +All that tells the world is loss, +Death, and darkness, and the tomb +Pain us only "Till he come!" + +4 See, the feast of love is spread, +Drink the wine and eat the bread: +Sweet memorials, till the Lord +Call us round his heavn'ly board; +Some from earth, from glory some, +Severed only "Till he come!" + + E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861. + + +482 Arlington. C.M. + +_Baptized into His Death._ (945) + +We long to move and breathe in thee, + Inspired with thine own breath, +To live thy life, O Lord, and be + Baptized into thy death. + +2 Thy death to sin we die below, + But we shall rise in love; +We here are planted in thy woe, + But we shall bloom above. + +3 Above we shall thy glory share, + As we thy cross have borne; +E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, + When we the thorns have worn. + + +483 Arlington. C.M. + +_Baptism of Children._ (948) + +Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer + We now devote to thee; +Let them thy covenant mercies share, + And thy salvation see. + +2 In early days their hearts secure + From worldly snares, we pray; +And let them to the end endure + In every righteous way. + +3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live + In holy faith and fear; +And then to heaven our souls receive + And bring our children there. + + +484 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_Dying, not Death._ (1088) + +It is not death to die,-- + To leave this weary road, +And, midst the brotherhood on high, + To be at home with God. + +2 It is not death to close + The eye long dimmed by tears, +And wake, in glorious repose + To spend eternal years. + +3 It is not death to fling + Aside this sinful dust, +And rise, on strong exulting wing, + To live among the just. + +4 Jesus, thou Prince of life! + Thy chosen cannot die; +Like thee, they conquer in the strife, + To reign with thee on high. + + George W. Bethune, 1847. + + +485 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_The Crowning Hour._ (1086) + +Servant of God, well done! + Thy glorious warfare's past; +The battle's fought, the race is won, + And thou art crowned at last;-- + +2 Of all thy heart's desire + Triumphantly possessed; +Lodged by the ministerial choir + In thy Redeemer's breast. + +3 In condescending love, + Thy ceaseless prayer he heard, +And bade thee suddenly remove + To thy complete reward. + +4 With saints enthroned on high, + Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, +And still to God salvation cry,-- + Salvation to the Lamb! + + Charles Wesley. + + +486 Thanatopsis. S.M. + +_A Little While._ (1089) + +A few more years shall roll, + A few more seasons come, +And we shall be with those that rest + Asleep within the tomb. + +2 A few more suns shall set + O'er these dark hills of time, +And we shall be where suns are not, + A far serener clime. + +3 A few more storms shall beat + On this wild rocky shore, +And we shall be where tempests cease, + And surges swell no more. + +4 A few more struggles here, + A few more partings o'er, +A few more toils, a few more tears, + And we shall weep no more. + +5 'Tis but a little while + And he shall come again, +Who died that we might live, who lives + That we with him may reign. + +6 Then, O my Lord, prepare + My soul for that great day; +Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, + And take my sins away. + + Horatius Bonar, 1856. + + +487 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. + +_Death Inevitable._ + +Days and moments quickly flying + Blend the living with the dead; +Soon shall we who sing be lying, + Each within our narrow bed. + +2 Soon our souls to God who gave them + Will have sped their rapid flight; +Able now by grace to save them, + Oh, that while we can we might. + +3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer, + Maker of this mighty frame, +Teach, oh, teach us to remember + What we are, and whence we came:-- + +4 Whence we came, and whither wending + Soon we must through darkness go, +To inherit bliss unending, + Or eternity of woe. + + Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849. + +As the tree falls so must it lie; +As the man lives so will he die; +As the man dies, such must he be +All through the days of eternity. + Amen. + + +488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s. + +_Matthew 6:10._ (1097) + +Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding + O'er the spoils that death has won, +We would at this solemn meeting, + Calmly say,--thy will be done. + +2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; + Though afflicted, not alone; +Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; + Blessed Lord,--thy will be done. + +3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning, + Mercy still is on the throne; +With thy smiles of love returning, + We can sing--thy will be done. + +4 By thy hands the boon was given, + Thou hast taken but thine own: +Lord of earth, and God of heaven, + Evermore,--thy will be done! + + Thomas Hastings. + + +489 Rest. L.M. + +_Sleeping in Jesus._ (1077) + +Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, +From which none ever wakes to weep; +A calm and undisturbed repose, +Unbroken by the dread of foes. + +2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, +Whose waking is supremely blest; +No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, +Which manifests the Savior's power. + +3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me +May such a blissful refuge be; +Securely shall my ashes lie, +And wait the summons from on high. + +4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee +Thy kindred and their graves may be; +But thine is still a blessed sleep, +From whence none ever wake to weep. + + Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832. + + +490 Rest. L.M. + +_The End of that Man is Peace._ (1078) + +How blest the righteous when he dies! + When sinks a weary soul to rest! +How mildly beam the closing eyes! + How gently heaves the expiring breast! + +2 So fades a summer cloud away; + So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; +So gently shuts the eye of day; + So dies a wave along the shore. + +3 A holy quiet reigns around, + A calm which life nor death destroys; +And naught disturbs that peace profound + Which his unfettered soul enjoys. + +4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, + Light from its load the spirit flies, +While heaven and earth combine to say, + How blest the righteous when he dies! + + Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773. + + +491 Rest. L.M. + +_Death and Burial of a Christian._ (1080) + +Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb; + Take this new treasure to thy trust +And give these sacred relics room, + To slumber in the silent dust. + +2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, + Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes +Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, + While angels watch the soft repose. + +3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son + Passed through the grave, and blest the bed; +Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne + The morning break, and pierce the shade. + +4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; + Attend, O earth, his sovereign word; +Restore thy trust; a glorious form + Shall then arise to meet the Lord. + + Isaac Watts, 1734. + + +492 Rest. L.M. + +_The Fading Flower._ (1084) + +So fades the lovely, blooming flower-- +Frail smiling solace of an hour! +So soon our transient comforts fly, +And pleasure only blooms to die. + +2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, +To heal the anguish of the heart? +Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, +Thy comforts are not made to die. + +3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, +Till dying hope shall live again; +Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye +And faith points upward to the sky. + + Anne Steele, 1760 + + +493 China. C.M. + +_We Are Confident._ (1067) + +Why do we mourn departing friends, + Or shake at death's alarms? +'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, + To call them to his arms. + +2 Are we not tending upward, too, + As fast as time can move? +Nor would we wish the hours more slow, + To keep us from our love. + +3 Why should we tremble to convey + Their bodies to the tomb? +There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, + And scattered all the gloom. + +4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, + And softened every bed; +Where should the dying members rest, + But with the dying Head? + +5 Thence he arose, ascending high, + And showed our feet the way; +Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly + At the great rising-day. + +6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, + And bid our kindred rise; +Awake! ye nations under ground; + Ye saints! ascend the skies. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +494 China. C.M. + +_Cheerful Submission to Death._ (1065) + +And let this feeble body fail, + And let it faint or die; +My soul shall quit the mournful vale, + And soar to worlds on high-- + +2 Shall join the disembodied saints, + And find its long-sought rest; +That only bliss for which it pants, + In the Redeemer's breast. + +3 In hope of that immortal crown + I now the cross sustain; +And gladly wander up and down, + And smile at toil and pain. + +4 I suffer on my three-score years, + Till my Deliverer come, +And wipes away his servant's tears, + And takes his exile home. + + Charles Wesley, 1759. + + +495 China. C.M. + +_Mourning with Hope._ (1066) + +Why should our tears in sorrow flow + When God recalls his own, +And bids them leave a world of woe, + For an immortal crown? + +2 Is not e'en death a gain to those + Whose life to God was given? +Gladly to earth their eyes they close + To open them in heaven. + +3 Their toils are past, their work is done, + And they are fully blest! +They fought the fight, the victory won, + And entered into rest. + +4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,-- + God has recalled his own; +But let our hearts, in every woe, + Still say, "Thy will be done!" + + Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829. + + +496 Frederick. 11s. + +_Death Not Fearful._ + +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay +Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; +The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here +Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. + +2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! +Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; +There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, +To hail him in triumph descending the skies. + +3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, +Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, +Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, +And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; + +4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, +Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; +While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, +And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul? + + W.A. Muhlenburg. + + +497 Thy Will Be Done. Chant + +_Mark 14:36._ + +"Thy will be | done!" || In devious way +The hurrying stream of | life may | run; || +Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | + "Thy will be | done." + +2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine +A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, || +This prayer will make it more divine-- | + "Thy will be | done!" + +3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er +Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one || +Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, | + "Thy will be | done." + + Sir. J. Bowring, 1825. + + +498 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. + +_On Jordan's Strand._ (1146) + +My days are gliding swiftly by, + And I a pilgrim stranger, +Would not detain them as they fly, + Those hours of toil and danger. + +Cho.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, + Our friends are passing over; + And, just before, the shining shore + We may almost discover. + +2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear! + Our heav'nly home discerning; +Our absent Lord has left us word,-- + "Let ev'ry lamp be burning." + +3 Should coming days be cold and dark, + We need not cease our singing; +That perfect rest none can molest, + Where golden harps are ringing. + +4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, + Each cord on earth to sever; +Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home, + Forever, oh! forever! + + David Nelson, 1835. + + +499 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic. + +_Wayfarers._ (1147) + +Wayfarers in the wilderness, + By morn, and noon, and even, +Day after day, we journey on, + With weary feet toward heaven. + +Cho.--O land above! O land of love! + The glory shineth o'er thee; + O Christ, our King! in mercy bring + Us thither, we implore thee! + +2 By day the cloud before us goes, + By night the cloud of fire, +To guide us o'er the trackless waste, + To Canaan ever nigher. + +3 The sea was riven from our feet, + And so shall be the river; +And, by the King's highway brought home, + We'll praise his name forever: + + Alexander R. Thompson, 1869. + + +500 Nearer Home. 6s. + +_A Solemn Thought._ (1139) + +One sweetly solemn thought + Comes to me o'er and o'er; +I'm nearer home to-day + Than e'er I've been before. + +Cho.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, + Nearer my home to-day; + Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day, + Than ever I've been before. + +2 Nearer my Father's house + Where the blest mansions be; +Nearer the great white throne, + Nearer the crystal sea; + +3 Nearer the bound where we + Must lay our burdens down, +Nearer to leave the cross, + Nearer to gain the crown. + +4 The waves of that deep sea + Roll dark before my sight, +But break, the other side, + Upon a shore of light. + +5 Oh! if my mortal feet + Have almost gained the brink, +If I am nearer home + To-day than e'en I think, + +6 Father! perfect my trust, + That I may rest, in death, +On Christ, my Lord, alone, + And thus resign my breath. + + Phoebe Cary, 1852 _a._ + + +501 Consolation. P.M. + +_The Death of a Child._ + +There is no flock, however watched and tended, + But one dead lamb is there! +There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, + But has one vacant chair! +The air is full of farewells to the dying, + And mournings for the dead; +The heart of Rachel for her children crying + Will not be comforted! + +2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions + Not from the ground arise, +But oftentimes celestial benedictions + Assume this dark disguise. +We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors, + Amid these earthly damps, +What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, + May be heav'ns distant lamps. + +3 She is not dead, the child of our affection, + But gone unto that school +Where she no longer needs our poor protection, + And Christ himself doth rule. +In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, + By guardian angels led, +Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, + She lives whom we call dead. + +4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion, + And anguish long suppressed, +The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean + That cannot be at rest: +We will be patient--and assuage the feeling + We cannot wholly stay, +By silence sanctifying, not concealing + The grief that must have way. + + Henry W. Longfellow, 1849. + + +502 Peace, Be Still. P.M. + +_Submission._ + +Peace, be still! + In this night of sorrow bow; + Oh, my heart, contend not thou; +What befalls is God's own will; +Peace, be still! + +2 Hold thee still! + Tho' the Father scourge thee sore, + Cling thou to him all the more; +Let him mercy's work fulfill; +Hold thee still! + +3 Lord, my God! + Give me grace, that I may be + Thy true child, and silently +Own thy scepter and thy rod; +Lord, my God! + +4 Shepherd mine! + From thy fullness give me still + Faith to do and bear thy will +Till the morning light shall shine; +Shepherd mine! + + Schiller. + + +503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s. + +_Death of a Christian._ + +Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, + Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; +Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal, + Fatherland, home of the soul. + +2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast + Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;" +Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above, + Rest in the light of his love. + +3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, + Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; +Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more, + Rest on the beautiful shore. + + Maria Straub. + + +504 As Fade the Stars. P.M. + +_The Life of the Departed._ + +As fade the stars at morn away, +Their glory gone in perfect day, +So pass away the friends we love, +Their presence lost in worlds above, + While we o'er their slumbers are weeping. + +2 As sink the stars when night is o'er, +To rise upon some other shore, +So sink our precious ones from sight, +In other skies to walk in light, + While we sorrow's vigils are keeping. + +3 No more in east, or in the west, +Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; +Fixed firm in that celestial air, +They radiant shine eternal there; + Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping. + + J.E. Rankin, D.D. + + +505 Nettie. 5s & 9s. + +_Consolation._ + +Midst sorrow and care +There's one that is near, +And ever delights to relieve us. + +2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, +On whom we depend +For life and for all its rich blessings. + +3 When trouble assails, +His love never fails; +He meets us with sweet consolation. + + +506 Meribah. C.P.M. + +_Pleading for Acceptance._ (1114) + +When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, +To take thy ransomed people home, + Shall I among them stand? +Shall such a worthless worm as I, +Who sometimes am afraid to die, + Be found at thy right hand? + +2 I love to meet thy people now, +Before thy feet with them to bow, + Though vilest of them all; +But--can I bear the piercing thought?-- +What if my name should be left out, + When thou for them shalt call? + +3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; +Be thou my only hiding-place, + In this th' accepted day; +Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, +To still my unbelieving fear, + Nor let me fall, I pray. + +4 And when the final trump shall sound, +Among thy saints let me be found, + To bow before thy face; +Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, +While heaven's resounding mansions ring + With praise of sovereign grace. + + Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772 + + +507 Meribah. C.P.M. + +_Present and Future Realities._ (1115) + +Lo! on a narrow neck of land, +Between two boundless seas I stand,-- + Yet how insensible! +A point of time--a moment's space-- +Removes me to yon heavenly place, + Or shuts me up in hell! + +2 O God! my inmost soul convert, +And deeply on my thoughtless heart + Eternal things impress; +Give me to feel their solemn weight, +And save me, ere it be too late! + Wake me to righteousness. + +3 Be this my one great business here, +With holy trembling, holy fear, + To make my calling sure; +Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, +To suffer all thy righteous will, + And to the end endure! + +4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, +Transported from the earth, to live + And reign with thee above; +Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, +And hope, in full supreme delight, + And everlasting love. + + Charles Wesley, 1749. + + + + +508 Marlow. C.M. + +_Certainty of Judgment._ (1103) + +That awful day will surely come, + Th' appointed hour makes haste, +When I must stand before the Judge + And pass the solemn test. + +2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, + Thou Sovereign of my heart, +How could I bear to hear thy voice + Pronounce the sound, "Depart!" + +3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, + To see my God remove, +And fix my dreadful station where + I must not taste his love! + +4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name + Is graven on thy hands; +Show me some promise in thy book + Where my salvation stands. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +509 Judgment. C.M. + +_The Judgment Day._ (1106) + +And must I be to judgment brought, + And answer in that day, +For every vain and idle thought, + And every word I say? + +2 Yes, every secret of my heart + Shall shortly be made known, +And I receive my just desert + For all that I have done. + +3 How careful then I ought to live! + With what religious fear, +Who such a strict account must give + For my behavior here. + +4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, + The watchful power bestow; +So shall I to my ways take heed, + To all I speak or do. + + Charles Wesley. + + +510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The New Jerusalem._ + +Jerusalem, the golden, + With milk and honey blest! +Beneath thy contemplation + Sink heart and voice oppressed: +I know not, oh, I know not, + What social joys are there, +What radiancy of glory, + What light beyond compare. + +2 They stand, those halls of Zion, + All jubilant with song, +And bright with many an angel, + And all the martyr throng; +The Prince is ever in them, + The daylight is serene; +The pastures of the blessed + Are decked in glorious sheen. + +3 There is the throne of David; + And there, from care released, +The song of them that triumph, + The shout of them that feast; +And they who, with their Leader, + Have conquered in the light, +Forever and forever + Are clad in robes of white. + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. + + +511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Paradise of Joy._ + +For thee, O dear, dear country, + Mine eyes their vigils keep; +For very love, beholding + Thy happy name, they weep. +The mention of thy glory + Is unction to the breast, +And medicine in sickness, + And love, and life, and rest. + +2 Oh, sweet and blessed country, + The home of God's elect! +Oh, sweet and blessed country, + That eager hearts expect! +Jesus, in mercy bring us + To that dear land of rest; +Who art, with God the Father, + And Spirit, ever blest. + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, tr., 1751. + + +512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. + +_In Immanuel's Land._ + +The sands of time are wasting, + The dawn of heaven breaks; +The summer morn I've sighed for, + The fair, sweet morn awakes. +Oh, dark hath been the midnight, + But day-spring is at hand, +And glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + +2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, + The deep, sweet well of love; +The streams of earth I've tasted, + More deep I'll drink above. +There, to an ocean fullness, + His mercy doth expand, +And glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + +3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, + And my Beloved's mine; +He brings a poor, vile sinner + Into his house divine. +Upon the Rock of Ages + My soul, redeemed, shall stand, +Where glory, glory dwelleth + In Immanuel's land. + + Annie Ross Cousin, 1857. + + +513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D. + +_Heb. 11: 14._ + +Jerusalem, the glorious! + The glory of th' elect,-- +O dear and future vision + That eager hearts expect! +Ev'n now by faith I see thee, + Ev'n here thy walls discern; +To thee my thoughts are kindled, + And strive, and pant, and yearn! + +2 The cross is all thy splendor, + The Crucified, thy praise; +His laud and benediction + Thy ransomed people raise;-- +Jerusalem! exulting + On that securest shore, +I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, + And love thee evermore! + +3 O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I e'er see thy face? +O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I e'er win thy grace?-- +Exult, O dust and ashes! + The Lord shall be thy part; +His only, his forever, + Thou shalt be, and thou art! + + Bernard of Cluny, 1145. + J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757 + + +514 Varina. C.M. D. + +_The Heavenly Canaan._ (1116) + +There is a land of pure delight, + Where saints immortal reign; +Infinite day excludes the night, + And pleasures banish pain. +There everlasting spring abides, + And never-withering flowers; +Death, like a narrow sea, divides, + This heavenly land from ours. + +2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood + Stand dressed in living green; +So to the Jews old Canaan stood, + While Jordan rolled between. +But timorous mortals start and shrink + To cross this narrow sea, +And linger, shivering on the brink, + And fear to launch away. + +3 O could we make our doubts remove, + Those gloomy doubts that rise, +And see the Canaan that we love, + With unbeclouded eyes-- +Could we but climb where Moses stood, + And view the landscape o'er, +Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, + Should fright us from the shore. + + Isaac Watts, 1709. + + +515 Varina. C.M.D. + +_Heavenly Rest in Anticipation_ (1118) + +When I can read my title clear + To mansions in the skies, +I'll bid farewell to every fear + And wipe my weeping eyes. +Should earth against my soul engage, + And fiery darts be hurled, +Then I can smile at Satan's rage. + And face a frowning world. + +2 Let cares like a wild deluge come + Let storms of sorrow fall-- +So I but safely reach my home, + My God, my heaven, my all. +There I shall bathe my weary soul + In seas of heavenly rest, +And not a wave of trouble roll + Across my peaceful breast. + + Isaac Watts, 1707. + + +516 Varina. C.M.D. + +_The Society of Heaven._ (1126) + +Jerusalem! my glorious home! + Name ever dear to me! +When shall my labors have an end, + In joy, and peace, and thee? +When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls + And pearly gates behold? +Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, + And streets of shining gold? + +2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, + Shall I thy courts ascend, +Where congregations ne'er break up, + And Sabbaths have no end? +There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, + Nor sin nor sorrow know: +Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes + I onward press to you. + +3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? + Or feel at death dismay? +I've Canaan's goodly land in view, + And realms of endless day. +Jerusalem! my glorious home! + My soul still pants for thee; +Then shall my labors have an end, + When I thy joys shall see. + + Francis Baker (?), 1801. + + +517 Over There. P.M. + +_The Home Over There._ (1141) + +Oh, think of the home over there, + By the side of the river of light, +Where the saints all immortal and fair, + Are robed in their garments of white. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + Oh, think of the home over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + Oh, think of the home over there. + +2 Oh, think of the friends over there, + Who before us the journey have trod, +Of the songs that they breathe on the air. + In their home in the palace of God. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + Oh, think of the friends over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + Oh, think of the friends over there. + +3 My Savior is now over there, + There my kindred and friends are at rest; +Then away from my sorrow and care, + Let me fly to the land of the blest. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + My Savior is now over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + My Savior is now over there. + +4 I'll soon be at home over there, + For the end of my journey I see; +Many dear to my heart, over there, + Are watching and waiting for me. + +Ref.--Over there, over there, + I'll soon be at home over there; + Over there, over there, over there, + I'll soon be at home over there. + + Rev. D.W.C. Huntington. + + +518 Sweet By and By. P.M. + +_The Other Side._ (1150) + +There's a land that is fairer than day + And by faith we can see it afar; +For the Father waits over the way, + To prepare us a dwelling-place there. + +Cho.--In the sweet by and by, + We shall meet on that beautiful shore; + In the sweet by and by, + We shall meet on that beautiful shore. + +2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore + The melodious songs of the blest, +And our spirits shall sorrow no more, + Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. + +3 To our bountiful Father above + We will offer the tribute of praise, +For the glorious gift of his love. + And the blessings that hallow our days. + +4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, + In the joys of the saved we shall share; +All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, + And the conqueror's crown we shall wear. + +5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, + In the land where the saved never die; +We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, + Safe at home in the sweet by and by. + + S.F. Bennett. + + +519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. + +_Sweet Fields of Eden._ (1148) + +In the Christian's home in glory, + There remains a land of rest; +There my Savior's gone before me + To fulfill my soul's request. + +Cho.--There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for the weary, + There is rest for you. + On the other side of Jordan, + In the sweet fields of Eden, + Where the tree of life is blooming, + There is rest for you. + +2 He is fitting up my mansion, + Which eternally shall stand. +For my stay shall not be transient, + In that holy, happy land. + +3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, + Grief nor woe my lot shall share; +But, in that celestial center, + I a crown of life shall wear. + +4 Death itself shall then be vanquished + And his sting shall be withdrawn; +Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed + Hail with joy the rising morn + +5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory + Shout your triumph as you go; +Zion's gate will open for you, + You shall find an entrance through. + + William Hunter, 1857 + + +520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. + +_Deut. 12:9._ (1149) + +This is not my place of resting,-- + Mine's a city yet to come; +Onward to it I am hasting-- + On to my eternal home. + +2 In it all is light and glory; + O'er it shines a nightless day; +Every trace of sin's sad story, + All the curse hath passed away; + +3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us + By the streams of life along-- +On the freshest pastures feeds us, + Turns our sighing into song. + +4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, + Soon we bid farewell to pain; +Never more are sad or weary, + Never, never sin again! + + H. Bonar. + + +521 Woodland. C.M. + +_Heaven's Joys._ (1121) + +There is an hour of peaceful rest + To mourning wand'rers giv'n; +There is a joy for souls distressed, +A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- + 'Tis found above--in heav'n. + +2 There is a soft, a downy bed, + 'Tis fair as breath of even; +A couch for weary mortals spread, +Where they may rest the aching head, + And find repose--in heav'n. + +3 There is a home for weary souls, + By sin and sorrow driv'n; +When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, +Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, + And all is drear--but heav'n. + +4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, + To brighter prospects giv'n; +And views the tempest passing by, +The evening shadows quickly fly, + And all serene--in heav'n. + + Wm. B. Tappan, 1829. + + +522 Going Home. L.M. + +_Joyful Prospect._ + +My heavenly home is bright and fair; +Nor pain nor death can enter there; +Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; +That heavenly mansion shall be mine. + +Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, + I'm going home to die no more, + To die no more, to die no more, + I'm going home to die no more. + +2 My Father's house is built on high; +Far, far above the starry sky; +When from this earthly prison free, +That heavenly mansion mine shall be. + +3 Let others seek a home below, +Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, +Be mine a happier lot, to own +A heavenly mansion near the throne. + +4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, +And sun and moon refuse to shine +All nature sink and cease to be, +That heavenly mansion stands for me. + + Rev. William Hunter. + + +523 Sweet Home. 11s. + +_The Eternal Home._ (1142) + +'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, +How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; +To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, +And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. + +Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! + Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. + +2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, +And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, +Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, +I long to behold thee in glory at home. + +3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, +Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; +Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, +All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. + +4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, +Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, +In all my afflictions to thee would I come, +Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. + + David Denham, 1826. + + +524 We Shall Meet. P.M. + +_The Joyful Anticipation._ + +We shall meet beyond the river, + By and by, by and by; +And the darkness shall be over, + By and by, by and by; +With the toilsome journey done, + And the glorious battle won, +We shall shine forth as the sun, + By and by, by and by. + +2 We shall strike the harps of glory, + By and by, by and by; +We shall sing redemption's story. + By and by, by and by; +And the strains for evermore + Shall resound in sweetness o'er +Yonder everlasting shore, + By and by, by and by. + +3 We shall see and be like Jesus, + By and by, by and by; +Who a crown of life will give us, + By and by, by and by; +And the angels who fulfill + All the mandates of his will +Shall attend, and love us still, + By and by, by and by. + +4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, + By and by, by and by; +And with sweetest rapture knowing, + By and by, by and by; +All the blest ones who have gone + To the land of life and song,-- +We with shoutings shall rejoin, + By and by, by and by. + + Rev. John Atkinson. + + +525 Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s. + +_The Conquering Pilgrim._ + +I saw a way-worn trav'ler, + In tattered garments clad, +And struggling up the mountain, + It seemed that he was sad; +His back was laden heavy, + His strength was almost gone, +Yet he shouted as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +Ref.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, + Palms of victory I shall wear. + +2 The summer sun was shining, + The sweat was on his brow, +His garments worn and dusty, + His step seemed very slow; +But he kept pressing onward, + For he was wending home; +Still shouting as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +3 The songsters in the arbor + That stood beside the way +Attracted his attention, + Inviting his delay; +His watchword being "Onward," + He stopped his ears and run, +Still shouting as he journeyed, + Deliverance will come. + +4 I saw him in the evening, + The sun was bending low, +He'd overtopped the mountain + And reached the vale below; +He saw the golden city,-- + His everlasting home,-- +And shouted loud, Hosanna, + Deliverance will come! + +5 While gazing on that city, + Just o'er the narrow flood, +A band of holy angels + Came from the throne of God; +They bore him on their pinions + Safe o'er the dashing foam, +And joined him in his triumph,-- + Deliverance has come! + +6 I heard the song of triumph + They sang upon that shore, +Saying, Jesus has redeemed us + To suffer nevermore: +Then, casting his eyes backward + On the race which he had run, +He shouted loud, Hosanna, + Deliverance has come! + + J.B. Matthias. + + +526 Home of the Soul. P.M. + +_The Beautiful Land._ + +I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, + The far away home of the soul; +Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, + While the years of eternity roll. + +2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams + Its bright jasper walls I can see; +Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes + Between the fair city and me. + +3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me, + Where Jesus of Nazareth stands, +The King of all kingdoms forever is he, + And he holdeth our crowns in his hands. + +4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, + So free from all sorrow and pain; +With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, + To meet one another again. + + Mrs. Ellen H. Gates. + + +527 Forever with the Lord. S.M.D. + +_Eternal Blessedness._ (1134) + +"Forever with the Lord!" + Amen, so let it be; +Life from the dead is in that word, + 'Tis immortality. +Here in the body pent, + Absent from him I roam, +Yet nightly pitch my moving tent + A day's march nearer home; +Nearer home, nearer home, + A day's march nearer home. + +2 My Father's house on high, + Home of my soul, how near, +At times, to faith's aspiring eye + Thy golden gates appear. +Ah! then my spirit faints + To reach the land I love; +The bright inheritance of saints-- + Jerusalem above; +Home above, home above, + Jerusalem above. + +3 Yet doubts still intervene, + And all my comfort flies; +Like Noah's dove, I flit between + Rough seas and stormy skies. +Anon the clouds depart, + The wind and waters cease, +While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart + Expands the bow of peace; +Bow of peace, bow of peace, + Expands the bow of peace. + + James Montgomery, 1835. + + +528 On Jordan's Stormy Banks. C.M. + +_The Pleasing Prospect._ (1117) + +On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, + And cast a wishful eye +To Canaan's fair and happy land, + Where my possessions lie. + +Cho.--We will rest in the fair and happy land, + Just across on the evergreen shore, + Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by, + And dwell with Jesus evermore. + +2 O'er all those wide-extended plains + Shines one eternal day; +There God the Son forever reigns + And scatters night away. + +3 When shall I reach that happy place, + And be forever blest? +When shall I see my Father's face, + And in his bosom rest? + +4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul + Would here no longer stay; +Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, + Fearless I'd launch away. + + Samuel Stennett, 1787. + + +529 Shall We Gather. 8s & 7s. + +_The River of Life._ + +Shall we gather at the river + Where bright angel feet have trod; +With its crystal tide forever + Flowing by the throne of God. + +Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, + The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- + Gather with the saints at the river + That flows by the throne of God. + +2 On the margin of the river + Washing up its silver spray, +We will walk and worship ever, + All the happy, golden day. + +3 Ere we reach the shining river + Lay we ev'ry burden down; +Grace our spirits will deliver, + And provide a robe and crown. + +4 At the smiling of the river + Mirror of the Savior's face, +Saints whom death will never sever + Lift their songs of saving grace. + +5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, + Soon our pilgrimage will cease; +Soon our happy hearts will quiver + With the melody of peace. + + Robert Lowry. + + +530 The Future. 8s & 7s. D. + +_The Future in God's Hands._ + +Oh, I often sit and ponder, + When the sun is sinking low, +Where shall yonder future find me? + Does but God in heaven know? +Shall I be among the living? + Shall I be among the free? +Wheresoe'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me, + And I know not where I'll be; + But where'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, + Whilst he leads me by the hand, +And to those around be saying, + Come and join this happy band? +Come, for all things now are ready, + Come, his faithful foll'wer be; +Oh, where'er my path be leading, + Savior, keep my heart with thee. + +3 But perhaps my work for Jesus + Soon in future may be done, +All my earthly trials ended, + And my crown in heaven won; +Then forever with the ransomed + Thro' eternity I'd be +Chanting hymns to him who bo't me + With his blood, shed on a tree. + + Miss Jennie Stout. + + +531 Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s. + +_The Aged Christian's Delight._ + +The evening shades are falling, + The sun is sinking fast; +The Holy One is calling, + We're going home at last. + +Cho.--Going home at last; + Going home at last; + The march will soon be over, + We're going home at last. + +2 The road's been long and dreary, + The toils came thick and fast; +In body weak and weary, + Were going home at last. + +3 We now are nearing heaven, + And soon shall be at rest; +Our crowns will soon be given, + We're going home at last. + +4 Oh, praise the Lord forever, + Our sorrows are all past; +We'll part no more, no, never; + We are at home at last. + + Rev. W. Gossett. + + +532 The Sweet Story. P.M. + +_Christ's Delight in Children._ + +I think when I read that sweet story of old, + When Jesus was here among men, +How he called little children as lambs to his fold, + I should like to have been with them then. + +Ref.--I should like to have been with them then; + I should like to have been with them then; + How he called little children as lambs to his fold, + I should like to have been with them then. + +2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, + His arms had been thrown around me, +And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, + "Let the little ones come unto me." + +Ref.--"Let the little ones come unto me," + "Let the little ones come unto me," + And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, + "Let the little ones come unto me." + +3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, + And ask for a share in his love; +And if I now earnestly seek him below, + I shall see him and hear him above. + +Ref.--I shall see him and hear him above, + I shall see him and hear him above, + And if I now earnestly seek him below, + I shall see him and hear him above. + + Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841. + + +533 Siloam. C.M. + +_Childhood Piety._ (1180) + +By cool Siloam's shady rill, + How fair the lily grows! +How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, + Of Sharon's dewy rose! + +2 Lo! such the child whose early feet + The paths of peace have trod, +Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, + Is upward drawn to God. + +3 By cool Siloam's shady rill + The lily must decay; +The rose that blooms beneath the hill + Must shortly fade away. + +4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour + Of man's maturer age +Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r. + And stormy passions rage. + + Reginald Heber, 1812. + + +534 Swanwick. C.M. + +_A New House of Worship._ (1176) + +God of the universe! to thee + This sacred house we rear, +And now, with songs and bended knee, + Invoke thy presence here. + +2 Long may this echoing dome resound + The praises of thy name, +These hallowed walls to all around + The Triune God proclaim. + +3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell; + Thy glory here make known; +Thy people's home, oh! come and fill, + And seal it as thine own. + +4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn + Upon the just shall rise, +May all who own thee here be borne + To mansions in the skies. + + Miss Mary O----, 1841. + + +535 Swanwick. C.M. + +_Church Opening._ + +Arise, O King of grace, arise, + And enter to thy rest; +Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, + Thus to be owned and blest. + +2 Enter with all thy glorious train. + Thy Spirit and thy word; +All that the ark did once contain + Could no such grace afford. + +3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, + Here let thy praise be spread; +Bless the provisions of thy house + And fill thy poor with bread. + +4 Here let the Son of David reign, + Let God's Anointed shine; +Justice and truth his court maintain + With love and power divine. + +5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, + And as his kingdom grows, +Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. + And shame confound his foes. + + Isaac Watts. + + +536 Swanwick. C.M. + +_Temperance Meeting._ (1186) + +'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, + To raise the dead to life, +The lost inebriate to reclaim + From passion's fearful strife. + +2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, + How widely roll its waves! +How many myriads hath it brought + To fill dishonored graves! + +3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still + Are maddened by the bowl, +Led captive at the tyrant's will, + In bondage heart and soul! + +4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King! + And break the galling chain; +Deliverance to the captive bring, + And end th' usurper's reign. + +5 The cause of Temperance is thine own, + Our plans and efforts bless; +We trust, O Lord! in thee alone + To crown them with success. + + Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872. + + +537 Let Us Arise. P.M. + +_Moral Reforms._ + +Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, + While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land? +Do you note his rising pow'r, +Growing bolder ev'ry hour? + Will he not our land devour while you stand? + +Cho.--Let us arise, all unite! + Let us arise in our might! + Let us arise! speak for God and the right. + Tho' our numbers may be few, + God will lead us grandly thro' + And our arms with strength endue by his might. + +2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? + Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r? +Mark you not the mother's sigh? +Hear you not the children's cry? + See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour? + +3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? + Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay. +Thousands perish while you wait, +While you counsel and debate; + Heed you not their awful fate as they stray? + +4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers, + Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might! +Counting cost, no longer wait; +Forward, manhood of the state! + For in God your strength is great for the right. + + E.S. Lorenz. + + +588 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Temperance Banner._ (1192) + +Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner + And fling it to the breeze, +And let the glad hosanna + Sweep over land and seas; +To God be all the glory + For what we now behold-- +Oh, let the cheering story + In every ear be told. + +2 The drunkard shall not perish + In Alcohol's dire chain, +But wife and children cherish + Within his home again; +And sobered men, repenting, + Will bow at Jesus' feet, +Their thankful hearts relenting + Before the mercy-seat. + +3 A new-waked zeal is burning + In this and every land, +And thousands now are turning + To join our temp'rance band; +The light of truth is shining + In many a darkened soul; +Ere long its rays combining + Will blaze from pole to pole. + + +539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D. + +_The Crystal Fountain._ (1193) + +From brightest crystal fountain + That flows in beauty free, +By shady hill and mountain + Fill high the cup for me! +Sing of the sparkling waters, + Sing of the cooling spring-- +Let freedom's sons and daughters + Their joyous tribute bring. + +2 From many a happy dwelling, + Late misery's dark abode, +The joyous peal is swelling-- + The hymn of praise to God, +Glad songs are now ascending + From many a thankful heart, +Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending, + And each their aid impart. + +3 We'll join the tuneful chorus + And raise our song on high! +The cheering view before us + Delights the raptured eye; +The glorious cause is gaining + New strength from day to day, +The drunkard host is waning + Before cold water's sway. + + +540 Hebron. L.M. + +_Corner-Stone Laying._ (1178) + +An earthly temple here we raise, +Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise; +Oh! make thy gracious presence known, +While now we lay its corner-stone. + +2 Within the house thy servants rear, +Deign by thy Spirit to appear; +On all its walls salvation write, +From corner-stone to topmost height. + +3 And when this temple, "made with hands," +Upon its firm foundation stands, +Oh! may we all with loving heart, +In nobler building bear a part, + +4 Where every polished stone shall be +A human soul won back to thee; +All resting upon Christ alone,-- +The chief and precious Corner-Stone. + + Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866. + + +541 Chesterfield. C.M. + +_Prayer for the Nation._ (1217) + +Lord! while for all mankind we pray, + Of ev'ry clime and coast, +Oh! hear us for our native land,-- + The land we love the most. + +2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe, + With peace our borders bless, +With prosperous times our cities crown, + Our fields with plenteousness. + +3 Unite us in the sacred love + Of knowledge, truth, and thee; +And let our hills and valleys shout + The songs of liberty. + +4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee + Our country we commend; +Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, + Her everlasting Friend. + + John Reynell Wreford, 1837. + + +542 America. 6s & 4s. + +_America._ (1226) + +My country! 'tis of thee, +Sweet land of liberty, + Of thee I sing: +Land where my fathers died! +Land of the pilgrim's pride! +From ev'ry mountain side + Let freedom ring! + +2 My native country, thee,-- +Land of the noble, free,-- + Thy name--I love; +I love thy rocks and rills, +Thy woods and templed hills; +My heart with rapture thrills + Like that above. + +3 Let music swell the breeze, +And ring, from all the trees, + Sweet freedom's song; +Let mortal tongues awake; +Let all that breathe partake; +Let rocks their silence break,-- + The sound prolong. + +4 Our fathers' God! to thee, +Author of liberty, + To thee we sing; +Long may our land be bright +With freedom's holy light; +Protect us, by thy might, + Great God, our King! + + Samuel F. Smith, 1832. + + +543 America. 6s & 4s. + +_Our Native Land._ (1227) + +God bless our native land! +Firm may she ever stand, + Through storm and night; +When the wild tempests rave, +Ruler of winds and wave! +Do thou our country save, + By thy great might. + +2 For her our prayer shall rise +To God above the skies; + On him we wait; +Thou, who art ever nigh, +Guardian with watchful eye! +To thee aloud we cry,-- + God save the state! + + John S. Dwight, 1844. + + +544 America. 6s & 4s. + +_The Poor._ + +Lord, from thy blessed throne, +Sorrow look down upon! + God save the poor! +Teach them true liberty, +Make them from tyrants free, +Let their homes happy be! + God save the poor! + +2 The arms of wicked men +Do thou with might restrain-- + God save the poor! +Raise thou their lowliness, +Succor thou their distress, +Thou whom the meanest bless! + God save the poor! + +3 Give them stanch honesty, +Let their pride manly be-- + God save the poor! +Help them to hold the right, +Give them both truth and might, +Lord of all life and light! + God save the poor! + + Nicoll. + + +545 Our Glad Jubilee. P.M. + +_Thanksgiving Anniversary._ + +Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! +Praise for thy care by day and by night, +Praise for the homes by love made so bright; +Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light + Beaming from thy word. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + +2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home! +Lord! by thy mercy hither we come; +Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam, + Keep us in thy fear; +Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine, +Now cause thy face upon us to shine; +Grant that our hearts may be truly thine + All the coming year. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + +3 Yet once again the anthem repeat, +Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet; +Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet, + In his temple now. +Jesus accept the offering we bring, +Blending with song the odors of spring; +Still of thy wondrous love we will sing, + Till in heaven we bow. +Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee +Once more we hail with sweet melody, +Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, + O most holy Lord! + + W.F. Sherwin. + + +546 Laudo. 7s. + +_Thanksgiving._ (1223) + +Praise to God! immortal praise, +For the love that crowns our days; +Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, +Let thy praise our tongues employ. + +2 For the flocks that roam the plain, +Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, +Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, +Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse; + +3 All that spring with bounteous hand, +Scatters o'er the smiling land, +All that lib'ral autumn pours +From her rich o'erflowing stores; + +4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise +Grateful vows and solemn praise; +And when ev'ry blessing's flown, +Love thee for thyself alone. + + Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. + + +547 Seasons. L.M. + +_At Sea._ (1197) + +Rocked in the cradle of the deep, +I lay me down in peace to sleep; +Secure I rest upon the wave, +For thou, O Lord, hast power to save. + +2 I know thou wilt not slight my call, +For thou dost mark the sparrows fall; +And calm and peaceful is my sleep, +Rocked in the cradle of the deep. + +3 And such the trust that still were mine, +Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine; +Or though the tempest's fiery breath +Roused me from sleep to wreck and death. + +4 In ocean cave still safe with thee, +The germ of immortality; +And calm and peaceful is my sleep, +Rocked in the cradle of the deep. + + Mrs. Willard. + + +548 Let Us Anew. P.M. + +_New Year._ + +Come, let us anew +Our journey pursue-- +Roll round with the year, +And never stand still till the Master appear; +His adorable will +Let us gladly fulfill, +And our talents improve +By the patience of hope and the labor of love. + +2 Our life is a dream, +Our time, as a stream, +Glides swiftly away, +And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; +The arrow is flown, +The moment is gone; +The millenial year +Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near. + +3 Oh, that each, in the day +Of his coming, may say, +"I have fought my way through; +I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;" +Oh, that each from his Lord +May receive the glad word, +"Well and faithfully done; +Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne" + + Charles Wesley. 1752. + + + + +INDEX OF FIRST LINES. + + +Abide with me, fast falls the eventide, 56 +A charge to keep I have, 403 +A few more years shall roll, 486 +Again our earthly cares we leave, 40 +Ah! how shall fallen man, 178 +Alas! and did my Savior bleed, 121 +All hail the power of Jesus' name, 154 +"Almost persuaded," now to believe, 221 +Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, 332 +Am I a soldier of the cross, 426 +Amid the trials which I meet, 353 +And are we yet alive, 473 +And can I yet delay, 236 +And let our bodies part, 472 +And let this feeble body fail, 494 +And must I be to judgment brought, 509 +An earthly temple here we raise, 540 +Angel, roll the rock away, 144 +Angels rejoiced and sweetly song, 102 +A pilgrim through this lonely world, 107 +Approach my soul the mercy seat, 240 +Are there no wounds for me, 127 +Are you Christ's light-bearer, 421 +Are you weary, are you heavy hearted, 399 +Arise, my soul, arise, 196 +Arise, O King of grace, arise, 535 +Arise, ye saints, arise, 425 +Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 450 +Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 449 +As fade the stars at morn away, 504 +Ask ye, what great thing I know, 313 +Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, 489 +As pants the hart for cooling stream, 349 +Astonished and distressed, 179 +A throne of grace! then let us go, 392 +Awake and sing the song, 301 +Awake, awake, the sacred song, 290 +Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 52 +Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, 5 +Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 401 +Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 319 + +Before Jehovah's awful throne, 3 +Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 72 +Behold a stranger at the door, 202 +Behold! the blind their sight receive, 111 +Behold the heathen waits to know, 451 +Behold! the morning sun, 64 +Behold the throne of grace, 398 +Behold what wondrous grace, 337 +Behold where, in the Friend of man, 115 +Beneath thy cross I lay me down, 139 +Blessed be thy love, dear Lord, 302 +Blest be the Father and his love, 76 +Blest be the tie that binds, 471 +Blest is the man whose heart doth move, 410 +Blest is the man, whose softening heart, 402 +Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 195 +Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 477 +Broad is the road that leads to death, 227 +Buried in shadows of the night, 184 +By cool Siloam's shady rill, 533 +By thy birth, and by thy tears, 130 + +Called to the feast by the King are we, 230 +Calm on the listening ear of night, 97 +Cast thy burden on the Lord, 380 +Cast thy burden on the Lord, 366 +Children of the heavenly King, 298 +Christ has for sin atonement made, 199 +Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 143 +Church of the ever-living God, 434 +Come at the morning hour, 397 +Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, 45 +Come, every soul, by sin oppressed, 246 +Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 164 +Come, Holy Spirit, come, 174 +Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 166 +Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, 211 +Come in, beloved of the Lord, 469 +Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 467 +Come, let us all unite to praise, 289 +Come, let us all unite to sing, 93 +Come, let us anew, 548 +Come, let us join the songs of praise, 155 +Come, let us sing the song of songs, 306 +Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 394 +Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays, 8 +Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, 206 +Come, sound his praise abroad, 21 +Come, thou Almighty King, 75 +Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 338 +Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 159 +Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 218 +Come to the cross where the Savior, 135 +Come to the blood-stained tree, 198 +Come, we that love the Lord, 415 +Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye, 374 +Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 223 +Come ye that know and fear the Lord, 91 +Command thy blessing from above, 39 +Complete in thee! no work of mine, 344 +Crown him with many crowns, 300 +Crown his head with endless blessing, 162 + +Daughter of Zion, from the dust, 433 +Days and moments quickly flying, 487 +Deep in our hearts let us record, 138 +Delay not, delay not; oh sinner, 216 +Depth of mercy! can there be, 194 +Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 128 +Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord, 293 +Do you hear the Savior calling, 237 +Do you slumber in your tent, 537 +Down at the cross where my Savior died, 329 +Down in the valley with my Savior, 375 +Drooping souls! no longer mourn, 225 + +Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 299 +Ere mountains reared their forms, 84 +Eternal Spirit! by whose power, 170 +Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 89 +Ever would I fain be reading, 114 + +Fade, fade, each earthly joy, 312 +Fading, still fading, the last beam, 60 +Faith is a living pow'r from heav'n, 357 +Father, I stretch my hands to thee, 238 +Father of mercies, in thy word, 68 +Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 365 +Fling out the banner! let it float, 452 +Forever here my rest shall be, 256 +Forever with the Lord, 527 +For thee, O dear, dear country, 511 +From all that dwell below the skies, 4 +From brightest crystal fountain, 539 +From Calvary a cry was heard, 118 +From every stormy wind that blows, 384 +From Greenland's icy mountains, 455 +From the cross uplifted high, 208 + +Give me the Bible, star of gladness, 63 +Give to the winds thy fears, 363 +Glorious things of thee are spoken, 443 +Glory be to the Father, 1-2 +God be with you till we meet again, 61 +God bless our native land, 543 +God is love, his mercy brightens, 87 +God is my strong salvation, 429 +God is the refuge of his saints, 356 +God moves in a mysterious way, 81 +God of my life! through all my days, 9 +God of our salvation! hear us, 34 +God of the universe, to thee, 534 +Go, labor on, spend and be spent, 406 +Go, labor on, while it is day, 409 +Go, messenger of peace and love, 448 +Go, preach the blest salvation, 458 +Grace! 'tis a charming sound, 336 +Gracious Spirit, love divine, 172 +Great God! attend while Zion sings, 35 +Great God, how infinite art thou, 74 +Great God, when I approach thy throne, 122 +Great God, whose universal sway, 454 +Great Spirit, by whose mighty pow'r, 167 +Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 362 + +Hail! great Creator, wise and good, 15 +Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, 90 +Hail! morning known among the blest, 148 +Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, 163 +Hallelujah! song of gladness, 26 +Hark! ten thousand harps and voices, 151 +Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes, 99 +Hark, the herald angels sing, 101 +Hasten, sinner! to be wise, 205 +Have you been to Jesus for the, 282 +He knows the bitter, weary way, 379 +He leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't, 371 +Here I can firmly rest, 361 +He wills that I should holy be, 263 +Holy Bible, book divine, 65 +Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness, 177 +Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty, 18 +Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, 171 +Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, 176 +Hosanna to the Prince of light, 142 +Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit, 175 +How beauteous on the mountains, 460 +How blest the hour when first we gave, 474 +How blest the righteous when he dies, 490 +How charming is the place, 30 +How did my heart rejoice to hear, 42 +How firm a foundation, ye saints, 369 +How gentle God's commands, 335 +How beauteous were the marks divine, 108 +How heavy is the night, 180 +How helpless guilty nature lies, 181 +How pleasant, how divinely fair, 37 +How precious is the book divine, 69 +How sad it would be, if when thou, 229 +How sad our state by nature is, 182 +How shall the young secure their hearts, 70 +How solemn are the words, 250 +How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 468 +How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn, 46 +How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 109 +How sweet the name of Jesus, 295 +How sweet to leave the world awhile, 36 +How tedious and tasteless the hours, 324 +How tender is thy hand, 383 +How vast, how full, how free, 189 + +I am coming to the cross, 274 +I am dwelling on the mountain, 285 +I am thine, O Lord, I have heard, 280 +I cannot always trace the way, 355 +I cannot do without thee, 272 +I gave my life for thee, 134 +I have found a friend in Jesus, 328 +I have found redemption, 245 +I have found repose for my weary soul, 373 +I heard the voice of Jesus say, 334 +I hear the Savior say, 197 +I hear thy welcome voice, 317 +I know that my Redeemer lives, 149 +I love to steal awhile away, 388 +I love to tell the story, 419 +I love thy kingdom, Lord, 435 +I need thee every hour, 326 +I saw a way-worn, trav'ler, 525 +I sing th' almighty pow'r of God, 79 +I stand, but not as once I did, 243 +I think when I read that sweet story, 532 +I want to be a worker for the Lord, 413 +I will sing you a song of that beautiful, 526 +I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, 496 +In God I have found a retreat, 378 +In heavenly love abiding, 345 +In some way or other, 367 +In stature grows the heavenly child, 106 +In the cross of Christ I glory, 131 +In the Christian's home in glory, 519 +In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, 350 +In thy name, O Lord! assembling, 32 +In thy service will I ever, 268 +In vain in high and holy lays, 116 +It came upon the midnight clear, 94 +It is not death to die, 484 +I've found the pearl of greatest price, 287 +I've reached the land of corn and wine, 284 + +Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r, 92 +Jerusalem, my glorious home, 516 +Jerusalem, the glorious, 513 +Jerusalem, the golden, 510 +Jesus, and shall it ever be, 304 +Jesus comes, his conflict over, 152 +Jesus, I my cross have taken, 266 +Jesus is God! the glorious bands, 100 +Jesus is tenderly calling thee home, 214 +Jesus, keep me near the cross, 136 +Jesus, Lover of my soul, 340 +Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 264 +Jesus, my heart within me burns, 305 +Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry, 241 +Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, 201 +Jesus, my truth, my way, 318 +Jesus, Savior, pilot me, 341 +Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 437 +Jesus, the very thought of thee, 291 +Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend, 239 +Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts, 476 +Jesus, thy church with longing eyes, 161 +Jesus, thy name I love, 308 +Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding, 488 +Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 98 +Just as I am, without one plea, 235 +Just as thou art, without one trace, 213 + +Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling, 381 +Lift up the Gates of Praise, 22 +Lift up to God the voice of praise, 17 +Light after darkness, 418 +Like Noah's weary dove, 192 +Listen, sinner! mercy hails you, 224 +Look from thy sphere of endless day, 447 +Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 507 +Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 33 +Lord, from thy blessed throne, 544 +Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 265 +Lord, I believe a rest remains, 257 +Lord, I care not for riches, 247 +Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 66 +Lord, I hear of showers of blessing, 269 +Lord, I know thy grace is nigh me, 253 +Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole, 281 +Lord of all being! throned afar, 7 +Lord, send thy word, and let it fly, 67 +Lord, teach us how to pray aright, 389 +Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, 88 +Lord, weak and impotent I stand, 278 +Lord, we come before thee now, 31 +Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 541 +Love divine, all love excelling, 267 + +Majestic sweetness sits enthroned, 286 +Mercy, oh, thou Son of David, 254 +Mid scenes of confusion and creature, 523 +Midst sorrow and care, 505 +Mine eyes and my desire, 273 +More love to thee, O Christ, 310 +Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 400 +My country! 'tis of thee, 542 +My days are gliding swiftly by, 498 +My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 110 +My faith looks up to thee, 307 +My Father is rich in houses and lands, 352 +My God! accept my heart this day, 261 +My God and is thy table spread, 475 +My God, how wonderful thou art, 80 +My God, I know, I feel thee mine, 260 +My God, is any hour so sweet, 386 +My God, my Father, while I stray, 358 +My God! my King! thy various praise, 12 +My gracious Lord, I own thy right, 262 +My gracious Redeemer I love, 327 +My heavenly home is bright and fair, 522 +My hope is built on nothing less, 321 +My Jesus, as thou wilt, 372 +My life, my love, I give to thee, 275 +My Savior, whom absent I love, 325 +My soul, be on thy guard, 423 +My soul shall praise thee, O my God, 16 + +Nearer, my God, to thee, 311 +Not all the blood of beasts, 190 +Now for a tune of lofty praise, 146 +Now to the Lord a noble song, 11 + +Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, 20 +Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the, 348 +Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, 13 +Oh! could I find from day to day, 258 +Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 303 +O day of rest and gladness, 44 +Oh, do not let the word depart, 203 +Oh, eyes that are weary and hearts, 368 +Oh, for a closer walk with God, 330 +Oh, for a faith that will not shrink, 364 +Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 331 +Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing, 288 +O God, our help in ages past, 78 +Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice, 466 +O Holy Savior, Friend unseen, 279 +Oh, how happy are they, 248 +O, I often sit and ponder, 530 +O Jesus full of grace, 271 +O, Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord, 292 +O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed, 123 +O Lord, how full of sweet content, 343 +O Love I who gav'st thy life for me, 140 +Oh, now I see the cleansing wave, 283 +Oh, render thanks to God above, 10 +O, sacred head, now wounded, 120 +Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, 414 +Oh, still in accents sweet, 463 +Oh, that I could forever dwell, 314 +Oh, that my load of sin were gone, 232 +Oh, the peace that fills my soul, 255 +O, think of the home over there, 517 +O thou, in whose presence my soul, 323 +Oh, Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, 354 +Oh thou, whose own vast temple stands, 41 +Oh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why, 215 +Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, 382 +Oh, what if we are Christ's, 359 +O when shall I see Jesus, 296 +On! where are kings and empires, 432 +Oh, where shall rest be found, 228 +Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, 244 +Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair, 113 +O worship the King, all-glorious above, 28 +Of him who did salvation bring, 320 +One sweetly solemn thought, 500 +On Jordan's stormy bank I stand, 528 +Only a word for Jesus, 420 +On the mountain's top appearing, 441 +Onward, onward, men of heaven, 445 +Oppressed with noonday's scorching, 124 +Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer, 483 +Our country's voice is pleading, 456 +Our Father who art in heaven, 396 +Our Lord is now rejected, 160 +Our sins on Christ were laid, 126 + +Peace be still! In this night of sorrow, 502 +Pour out thy Spirit from on high, 464 +Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 6 +Praise the Lord; ye heavens adore him, 24 +Praise to God, immortal praise, 546 +Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 27 +Prayer is appointed to convey, 385 +Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 391 + +Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has, 316 +Rescue the perishing, 411 +Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, 503 +Revive thy work, O Lord, 436 +Ride on! ride on in majesty, 112 +Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, 150 +Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 547 +Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 129 + +Safely thro' another week, 48 +Safe in the arms of Jesus, 370 +Salvation! oh, the joyful sound, 188 +Savior, again to thy dear name we raise, 57 +Savior, breathe an evening blessing, 54 +Savior, more than life to me, 309 +Savior! teach me, day by day, 342 +Savior, visit thy plantation, 442 +Saw ye my Savior, 137 +Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 212 +See how the morning sun, 53 +See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, 153 +See the flag of Jesus, 459 +Servant of God, well done, 485 +Shall we gather at the river, 529 +Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, 233 +Silently the shades of evening, 59 +Simply trusting every day, 376 +Sing them over again to me, 62 +Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 19 +Sinners Jesus will receive, 193 +Sinners, this solemn truth regard, 183 +Sinners, turn; why will ye die, 204 +So fades the lovely, blooming flower, 492 +Softly fades the twilight ray, 51 +Softly now the light of day, 58 +Soldiers of Christ are we, 427 +Soldiers of Christ! arise, 424 +Soldiers of the cross! arise, 461 +So let our lips and lives express, 407 +Sometimes a light surprises, 346 +Soon may the last glad song arise, 439 +Soon the evening shadows falling, 226 +So tender, so precious, 322 +Sowing in the morning, 417 +Sow in the morn thy seed, 404 +Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, 168 +Spirit of power, and truth and love, 173 +Stand up, and bless the Lord, 23 +Stand up, stand up for Jesus, 428 +Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 234 +Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, 55 +Sweet hour of prayer, 387 +Sweet is the work, my God! my King, 14 +Sweet the moments rich in blessing, 132 + +Take me, oh, my Father, take me, 270 +Take my heart, dear Jesus, 276 +Take my life and let it be, 277 +Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 393 +Thank and praise Jehovah's name, 25 +That awful day will surely come, 508 +That dreadful night, before his death, 480 +The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross, 125 +The door of salvation is open wide, 231 +The evening shades are falling, 531 +The head, that once was crowned with thorns, 156 +The heathen perish; day by day, 446 +The Lord descended from above, 82 +The Lord is King! child of the dust, 86 +The Lord is now rejected, 160 +The Lord is risen indeed, 145 +The Lord my Shepherd is, 360 +The Lord, our God, is full of might, 73 +The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, 377 +The morning kindles all the sky, 147 +The morning light is breaking, 457 +The morning purples all the sky, 141 +The pity of the Lord, 339 +The race that long in darkness pine, 95 +There are lonely hearts to cherish, 412 +There is a fountain filled with blood, 186 +There is a God--all nature speaks, 85 +There is a land of pure delight, 514 +There is a line by us unseen, 210 +There is a name I love to hear, 294 +There is an hour of peaceful rest, 521 +There is a spot to me more dear, 249 +There is no flock, however watched, 501 +There's a glorious kingdom waiting, 158 +There's a land that is fairer than day, 518 +There's a stranger at the door, 220 +There's a wideness in God's mercy, 217 +There shall be showers of blessing, 347 +The sands of time are wasting, 512 +The Savior bids thee watch and pray, 390 +The solemn service now is done, 465 +This is not my place of resting, 520 +Thou! whose almighty word, 165 +Thy law is perfect, Lord of light, 71 +Thy way, O God, is in the sea, 77 +Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 38 +Thy will be done! In devious way, 497 +Till he come! oh, let the word, 481 +'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, 200 +'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow, 117 +'Tis the promise of God, 252 +'Tis thine alone, almighty name, 536 +To-day the Savior calls, 222 +To thee, my God and Savior, 297 +Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 438 +'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, 478 + +Unfurl the Temperance Banner, 538 +Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 491 + +Vain are the hopes the sons of men, 185 + +Wake, wake the song! our glad, 545 +Walk in the light! so shall thou know, 351 +Wayfarers in the wilderness, 499 +We are living, we are dwelling, 408 +We bless thee for thy peace, O God, 333 +We give thee but thine own, 405 +We have heard the joyful sound, 191 +We long to move and breathe in thee, 482 +We may not climb the heavenly steeps, 105 +We praise thee, O God, for the Son, 315 +We shall meet beyond the river, 524 +Welcome, delightful morn, 49 +Welcome, O Savior! to my heart, 259 +Welcome, sacred day of rest, 50 +Welcome! sweet day of rest, 43 +What a Friend we have in Jesus, 395 +What grace, O Lord, and beauty, shone, 104 +What means this glorious radiance, 103 +When I can read my title clear, 515 +When I view my Savior bleeding, 133 +When I survey the wondrous cross, 119 +When Jesus comes to reward his, 422 +When peace like a river, 251 +When the worn spirit wants repose, 47 +When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt, 506 +When wounded sore, the stricken soul, 187 +While in sweet communion feeding, 479 +While shepherds watched their flocks, 96 +Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, 219 +Why do we mourn departing friends, 493 +Why do you wait, dear brother, 207 +Why should our tears in sorrow flow, 495 +Why should the children of a King, 169 +With joy we mediate the grace, 157 +With stately towers and bulwarks, 431 +With thine own pity Savior, see, 462 +Witness, ye men and angels! now, 470 +Work, for the night is coming, 416 +Would you lose your load of sin, 242 + +Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 29 +Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, 83 +Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 453 +Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 209 +Yield not to temptation, 430 + +Zion, dreary and in anguish, 444 +Zion stands with hills surrounded, 440 + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Otterbein Hymnal, by Edmund S. 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