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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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