{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_16455/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_16455","id":"gutenberg_16455","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/16455","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Music","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christianity","Church of the United Brethren in Christ (New constitution) -- Hymns","Hymns, English"],"text":"Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Stephen Hutcheson\nand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at\nhttps://www.pgdp.net\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE\n\nOTTERBEIN HYMNAL\n\nFOR USE IN\n\nPUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP.\n\n\nPREPARED BY\n\nEDMUND S. LORENZ.\n\n\nDAYTON, OHIO:\n\nUNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE,\n\n1892.\n\n\nThe General Conference of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ,\nat its session in May, 1886, ordered,--\n\n\"That a small hymnal, adapted to general church purposes, be published\nsoon.\"\n\n_ADVISORY COMMITTEE_\n\nMUSICAL.\n\nSAMUEL E. KUMLER.\nCALVIN H. LYON.\nMRS. A.R. SHAUCK.\nJUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK\n\nLITERARY.\n\nPROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D.\n\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT.\n\n\n\n\nIntroduction\n\n\nThe General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal\nthat should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance\nwith these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged\nfor its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the\nChurch, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly\ncompetent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined\nit in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It\nis pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for\nevery phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity\nand stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and\nsprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here\nfor the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail\nwith delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many\nof us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers\nsang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social\nmeetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully\nrecommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it\nwill speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every\nUnited Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that\nit will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered\nmembers.\n\n                                A. WEAVER,\n                                _Senior Bishop._\nDAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890.\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\n\nTo he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian\nlife characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of\nthe United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian\nexperience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased\nit--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its\nchurch activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for\nits full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for\nrevival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church\nlife, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been\nforgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and\nsongs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it\nseeks to express.\n\nIn order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical\nculture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by\nside with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone\nfor lack of literary and musical grace.\n\nDoubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body\nof popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to\ninclude everything desirable in so small a volume.\n\nTo the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, who\nkindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of the\neditor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very\nhelpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book.\nThe valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves\nmost kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable\ncopyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear,\nwill accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages.\n\nThat this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands of\nthe workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the\naccomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts\nthe same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the\neditor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L.\n\nDAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890.\n(Otterbein Hymnal.)\n\n\n\n\n\nTABLE OF CONTENTS\n\n\nWORSHIP:                         NOS.\n  General Praise                 1-29\n  Sanctuary                     30-42\n  Sabbath Day                   43-51\n  Morning and Evening           52-61\nHOLY SCRIPTURES                 62-71\nGOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES       72-93\nCHRIST:\n  Incarnation and Birth        91-103\n  Life and Character          104-116\n  Suffering and Death         117-140\n  Resurrection and Ascension  141-153\n  Exaltation and Reign        154-163\nHOLY SPIRIT                   164-177\nMAN'S LOST ESTATE:\n  Man a Sinner                178-185\n  Atonement Provided          186-201\n  Invitation                  202-225\n  Warning                     226-231\n  Repentance                  232-241\nTHE CHRISTIAN LIFE:\n  Conversion                  242-255\n  Consecration                256-285\n  Love and Praise to Christ   286-329\n  Graces and Privileges       330-354\n  Faith and Trust             355-378\n  Affliction                  379-383\n  Prayer                      384-399\n  Christian Activity          400-422\n  Christian Warfare           423-433\nTHE CHRISTIAN CHURCH:\n  Security and Success        434-444\n  Missions                    445-459\n  Ministry                    460-465\n  Church Fellowship           466-473\n  Ordinances                  474-483\nTHE LIFE BEYOND:\n  Death                       484-505\n  Judgment                    506-509\n  Eternity and Heaven         510-531\nMISCELLANEOUS                 532-548\n\n\n\n\nTHE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL.\n\n\n1     Gloria Patri.\n\nGlory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the\n     Holy Ghost,\nAs it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world  without end,\n     world without end.\n                                        Amen.\n\n\n2     Gloria Patri.\n\nGlory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,\nAs it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.\n                                        Amen.\n\n\n3     Old Hundred. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 100._     (1)\n\nBefore Jehovah's awful throne,\n  Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;\nKnow that the Lord is God alone;\n  He can create, and he destroy.\n\n2 His sovereign power, without our aid,\n  Made us of clay, and formed us men;\nAnd when like wandering sheep we strayed,\n  He brought us to his fold again.\n\n3 We are his people, we his care--\n  Our souls, and all our mortal frame;\nWhat lasting honors shall we rear,\n  Almighty Maker, to thy name?\n\n4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,\n  High as the heavens our voices raise;\nAnd earth, with her ten thousand tongues,\n  Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.\n\n5 Wide as the world is thy command;\n  Vast as eternity thy love;\nFirm as a rock thy truth shall stand,\n  When rolling years shall cease to move.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n4     Old Hundred. L.M.\n\n_All Men Invited to Praise God._     (3)\n\nFrom all that dwell below the skies\nLet the Creator's praise arise;\nLet the Redeemer's name be sung,\nThrough every land, by every tongue.\n\n2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;\nEternal truth attends thy word;\nThy praise shall sound from shore to shore,\nTill suns shall rise and set no more.\n\n3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,\nIn songs of praise divinely sing:\nThe great salvation loud proclaim,\nAnd shout for joy the Savior's name.\n\n4 In every land begin the song;\nTo every land the strains belong;\nIn cheerful sounds all voices raise,\nAnd till the world with loudest praise.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1713.\n\n\n5     Old Hundred. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 103._     (6)\n\nAwake, my soul, awake my tongue,\nMy God demands the grateful song;\nLet all my inmost powers record\nThe wondrous mercy of the Lord.\n\n2 Divinely free his mercy flows,\nForgives my sins, allays my woes,\nAnd bids approaching death remove,\nAnd crowns me with indulgent love.\n\n3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,\nForever shines, while time decays;\nAnd children's children shall record\nThe truth and goodness of the Lord.\n\n4 While all his works his praise proclaim\nAnd men and angels bless his name,\nOh, let my heart, my life, my tongue\nAttend, and join the blissful song!\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760.\n\n\n6     Old Hundred. L.M.\n\n_Doxology._\n\nPraise God, from whom all blessings flow;\nPraise him, all creatures here below;\nPraise him above, ye heavenly host;\nPraise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.\n\n     Thos. Ken.\n\n\n7     Lord of All Being. L.M.\n\n_Omnipresence._     (17)\n\nLord of all being! throned afar,\nThy glory flames from sun and star;\nCenter and soul of ev'ry sphere,\nYet to each loving heart how near!\n\n2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray\nSheds on our path the glow of day;\nStar of our hope! thy softened light\nCheers the long watches of the night.\n\n3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;\nOur noontide is thy gracious dawn;\nOur rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;\nAll, save the clouds of sin, are thine.\n\n4 Grant us thy truth to make us free,\nAnd kindling hearts that burnt for thee,\nTill all thy living altars claim\nOne holy light, one heavenly flame.\n\n     Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848.\n\n\n8     Duke Street. L.M.\n\n_The Majesty of God._     (7)\n\nCome, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,\nAttempt thy great Creator's praise;\nBut oh! what tongue can speak his fame?\nWhat mortal verse can reach the theme?\n\n2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,\nHe glory like a garment wears;\nTo form a robe of light divine,\nTen thousand suns around him shine.\n\n3 In all our Master's grand designs,\nOmnipotence with wisdom shines;\nHis works, through all this wondrous frame,\nBear the great impress of his name.\n\n4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing,\nDo thou, my soul! his glories sing;\nAnd let his praise employ thy tongue,\nTill listening worlds applaud the song.\n\n     Thomas Blacklock, 1754.\n\n\n9     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_Life-long Praise._     (12)\n\nGod of my life! through all my days\nMy grateful powers shall sound my praise;\nThe song shall wake with opening light,\nAnd warble to the silent night.\n\n2 When anxious cares would break my rest,\nAnd griefs would tear my throbbing breast,\nThy tuneful praises, raised on high,\nShall check the murmur and the sigh.\n\n3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,\nAnd all its powers of language fail,\nJoy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,\nAnd mean the thanks I cannot speak.\n\n4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,\nWhich echo o'er the heavenly plains,\nAnd emulate, with joy unknown,\nThe growing seraphs round thy throne.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n10     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 106._     (15)\n\nOh, render thanks to God above,\nThe fountain of eternal love;\nWhose mercy firm, through ages past,\nHath stood, and shall forever last.\n\n2 Who can his mighty deeds express,\nNot only vast--but numberless?\nWhat mortal eloquence can raise\nHis tribute of immortal praise?\n\n3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,\nThou to thy chosen dost afford;\nWhen thou return'st to set them free.\nLet thy salvation visit me.\n\n     Tate-Brady.\n\n\n11     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_God Revealed in Christ._     (600)\n\nNow to the Lord, a noble song!\nAwake, my soul! awake, my tongue,\nHosanna to th' eternal name,\nAnd all his boundless love proclaim.\n\n2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,--\nThe brightest image of his grace!\nGod, in the person of his Son,\nHas all his mightiest works outdone.\n\n3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme;\nMy thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:\nYe angels! dwell upon the sound;\nYe heavens! reflect it to the ground.\n\n4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,\nWhere he unveils his lovely face,\nWhere all his beauties you behold,\nAnd sing his name to harps of gold.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n12     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_Unceasing Praise._     (13)\n\nMy God! my King! thy various praise\nShall fill the remnant of my days;\nThy grace employ my humble tongue,\nTill death and glory raise the song.\n\n2 The wings of every hour shall bear\nSome thankful tribute to thine ear;\nAnd every setting sun shall see\nNew works of duty, done for thee.\n\n3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?\nThy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;\nVast and unsearchable thy ways--\nVast and immortal be thy praise.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n13     Otterbein. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 95._     (4)\n\nOh, come, loud anthems let us sing,\nLoud thanks to our Almighty King!\nFor we our voices high should raise,\nWhen our salvation's Rock we praise.\n\n2 Into his presence let us haste,\nTo thank him for his favors past;\nTo him address, in joyful songs,\nThe praise that to his name belongs.\n\n3 Oh, let us to his courts repair,\nAnd bow with adoration there;\nDown on our knees, devoutly, all\nBefore the Lord, our Maker, fall.\n\n     Nahum Tate, 1696.\n\n\n14     Park Street. L.M.\n\n_Joining in Praise._     (75)\n\nSweet is the work, my God! my King!\nTo praise thy name, give thanks and sing;\nTo show thy love by morning light,\nAnd talk of all thy truth at night.\n\n2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;\nNo mortal care shall seize my breast;\nO may my heart in tune be found,\nLike David's harp of solemn sound.\n\n3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,\nAnd bless his works, and bless his word;\nThy works of grace, how bright they shine!\nHow deep thy counsels! how divine!\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n15     Harvey's Chant. C. M.\n\n_The Goodness of God in His Works._     (26)\n\nHail! great Creator, wise and good!\n  To thee our songs we raise;\nNature, through all her various scenes,\n  Invites us to thy praise.\n\n2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,\n  Fresh wonders strike our view;\nAnd, while we gaze, our hearts exult\n  With transports ever new.\n\n3 Thy glory beams in every star,\n  Which gilds the gloom of night;\nAnd decks the smiling face of morn\n  With rays of cheerful light.\n\n4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,\n  Thy varied love we see;\nOh, may our hearts, great God, be led\n  Through all thy works to thee.\n\n     Anon. 1795.\n\n\n16     Harvey's Chant. C.M.\n\n_Praise at all Times._     (27)\n\nMy soul shall praise thee, O my God\n  Through all my mortal days,\nAnd in eternity prolong\n  Thy vast, thy boundless praise.\n\n2 In every smiling, happy hour,\n  Be this my sweet employ;\nThy praise refines my earthly bliss,\n  And heightens all my joy.\n\n3 When anxious grief and gloomy care\n  Afflict my throbbing breast,\nMy tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,\n  And lull each pain to rest.\n\n4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim\n  The honors of my God;\nMy life, with all its active powers,\n  Shall spread thy praise abroad.\n\n5 And when these lips shall cease to move,\n  When death shall close these eyes,\nMy soul shall then to nobler heights\n  Of joy and transport rise.\n\n     O. Heigenbotham.\n\n\n17     Harvey's Chant. C.M.\n\n_Psalm 66._     (24)\n\nLift up to God the voice of praise,\n  Whose breath our souls inspired;\nLoud, and more loud the anthem raise,\n  With grateful ardor fired.\n\n2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,\n  Whose goodness, passing thought,\nLoads every minute as it flies,\n  With benefits unsought.\n\n3 Lift up to God the voice of praise\n  From whom salvation flows,\nWho sent his Son, our souls to save\n  From everlasting woes.\n\n4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,\n  For hope's transporting ray,\nWhich lights, through darkest shades of death,\n  To realms of endless day.\n\n     Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.\n\n\n18     Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s.\n\n_Adoration._\n\nHoly, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!\n  Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;\nHoly, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!\n  God over all and blest eternally.\n\n2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,\n  Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;\nCherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,\n  Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.\n\n3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee,\n  Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;\nOnly thou art holy, there is none beside thee;\n  Perfect in power, in love, and purity.\n\n4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!\n  All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;\nHoly, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!\n  God over all, and blest eternally.\n\n     Reginald Heber--_alt._\n\n\n19     Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s.\n\n_Psalm 95._     (18)\n\nSing to the Lord Jehovah's name,\n  And in his strength rejoice;\nWhen his salvation is our theme,\n  Exalted be our voice.\n\n2 With thanks approach his awful sight,\n  And psalms of honor sing;\nThe Lord's a God of boundless might--\n  The whole creation's King.\n\n3 Come, and with humble souls adore;\n  Come, kneel before his face;\nOh, may the creatures of his power\n  Be children of his grace.\n\n4 Now is the time--he bends his ear,\n  And waits for your request;\nCome, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,\n  \"Ye shall not see my rest.\"\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n20     St. Thomas. S.M.\n\n_Bless the Lord._     (29)\n\nOh, bless the Lord, my soul!\n  Let all within me join,\nAnd aid my tongue to bless his name,\n  Whose favors are divine.\n\n2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,\n  Nor let his mercies lie\nForgotten in unthankfulness,\n  And without praises die.\n\n3 'Tis he forgives thy sins--\n  'Tis he relieves thy pain--\n'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,\n  And gives thee strength again.\n\n4 He crowns thy life with love,\n  When ransomed from the grave;\nHe who redeemed my soul from hell,\n  Hath sovereign power to save.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n21     Silver Street. S.M.\n\n_Psalm 103._     (34)\n\nCome, sound his praise abroad,\n  And hymns of glory sing;\nJehovah is the sov'reign God,\n  The universal king.\n\n2 He formed the deeps unknown;\n  He gave the seas their bound;\nThe watery worlds are all his own,\n  And all the solid ground.\n\n3 Come, worship at his throne;\n  Come, bow before the Lord;\nWe are his works, and not our own;\n  He formed us by his word.\n\n4 To-day attend his voice,\n  Nor dare provoke his rod;\nCome, like the people of his choice,\n  And own your gracious God.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n22     Gates of Praise.\n\n_Gates of Praise._\n\nLift up the Gates of Praise,\n  That we may enter in,\nAnd o'er salvation's walls proclaim\n  That Christ redeems from sin.\n\nCho.--The stars may praise the hand\n        That decks the sky above,\n      But man alone can tell the pow'r\n        Of Christ's redeeming love.\n\n2 God's works reveal his might,\n  His majesty and grace;\nBut not the tender Father's love\n  That saves a dying race.\n\n3 Then let the voice of praise\n  To heavenly courts ascend,\nTill with the songs the angels sing\n  Our hallelujahs blend.\n\n4 To him that hath redeemed\n  Our souls from sin's dark maze;\nThe Hope and Savior of mankind,\n  Be everlasting praise.\n\n     M. E. Servoss.\n\n\n23     Leighton. S.M.\n\n_Exhortation to Praise._     (32)\n\nStand up, and bless the Lord,\n  Ye people of his choice!\nStand up, and bless the Lord, your God,.\n  With heart, and soul, and voice.\n\n2 Though high above all praise,\n  Above all blessing high,\nWho would not fear his holy name,\n  And laud and magnify?\n\n3 Oh, for the living flame\n  From his own altar brought,\nTo touch our lips, our minds inspire,\n  And wing to heaven our thought!\n\n4 God is our strength and song,\n  And his salvation ours;\nThen be his love in Christ proclaimed,\n  With all our ransomed powers.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1825.\n\n\n24     Wilmot. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Psalm 148._     (53)\n\nPraise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;\n  Praise him, angels in the height!\nSun and moon! rejoice before him;\n  Praise him, all ye stars of light!\n\n2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;\n  Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;\nLaws, which never shall be broken,\n  For their guidance he hath made.\n\n3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;\n  Never shall his promise fail;\nGod hath made his saints victorious;\n  Sin and death shall not prevail.\n\n4 Praise the God of our salvation,\n  Hosts on high! his power proclaim\nHeaven and earth, and all creation!\n  Laud and magnify his name.\n\n     John Kempthorne, 1810.\n\n\n25     Horton. 7s.\n\n_Psalm 107._     (50)\n\nThank and praise Jehovah's name;\n  For his mercies, firm and sure,\nFrom eternity the same\n  To eternity endure.\n\n2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,\n  Gathered out of every land;\nAs the people of his choice,\n  Plucked from the destroyer's hand.\n\n3 Praise him, ye who know his love;\n  Praise him from the depths beneath;\nPraise him in the heights above;\n  Praise your Maker all that breathe.\n\n4 For his truth and mercy stand,\n  Past, and present, and to be,\nLike the years of his right hand--\n  Like his own eternity.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1822.\n\n\n26     Hallelujah! 8s & 7s.\n\n_Praise the Lord._\n\nHallelujah! song of gladness;\n  Song of everlasting joy;\nHallelujah! song the sweetest\n  That can angel hosts employ.\n\nCho.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!\n      Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!\n      Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!\n      Praise ye the Lord!\n\n2 Hallelujah! Church victorious,\n  Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;\nHallelujah! songs of triumph,\n  Well befit the ransomed train.\n\n3 Hallelujah! let our voices\n  Rise to heav'n with full accord;\nHallelujah! ev'ry moment\n  Brings us nearer to the Lord.\n\n4 But our earnest supplication,\n  Holy God, we raise to thee;\nBring us to thy blissful presence.\n  Let us all thy glory see.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n27     Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Universal Song._\n\nPraise to thee, thou great Creator!\n  Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue;\nJoin, my soul, with ev'ry creature,\n  Join the universal song.\n\nCho.--Glory to the Father and the Son,\n      Glory to the Spirit! three in one!\n      Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,\n      And sing his loving kindness on our way.\n\n2 Father! source of all compassion!\n  Pure, unbounded grace is thine;\nHail the Lord of our salvation!\n  Praise him for his love divine.\n\n3 For ten thousand blessings given,\n  For the hope of future joy,\nSound his praise thro' earth and heaven,\n  Sound Jehovah's praise on high.\n\n4 Praise to God, our great Creator!\n  Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;\nPraise him, ev'ry living creature,\n  Earth and heav'n's united host.\n\n     J. W. Fawcett, 1767.\n\n\n28     Lyons. 10s & 11s.\n\n_Praise of Divine Love._\n\nO worship the King, all-glorious above,\nAnd gratefully sing his wonderful love;\nOur Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,\nPavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise.\n\n2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?\nIt breathes in the air, it shines in the light;\nIt streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,\nAnd sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.\n\n3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,\nIn thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;\nThy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end,\nOur Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!\n\n4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love!\nWhile angels delight to hymn thee above,\nThe humbler creation, though feeble their lays.\nWith true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.\n\n     Sir Robert Grant, 1839.\n\n\n29     Lyons. 10s & 11s.\n\n_Salvation to God._\n\nYe servants of God, your Master proclaim,\nAnd publish abroad his wonderful name.\nThe name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;\nHis kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.\n\n2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;\nAnd still he is nigh, his presence we have;\nThe great congregation his triumph shall sing,\nAscribing salvation to Jesus our King.\n\n3 \"Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,\"\nLet all cry aloud, and honor the Son;\nOur Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,--\nFall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.\n\n     C. Wesley, 1744.\n\n\n30     Gerar. S.M.\n\n_The Glories of the Sanctuary._     (128)\n\nHow charming is the place\n  Where my Redeemer God\nUnveils the glories of his face,\n  And sheds his love abroad!\n\n2 Here, on the mercy seat,\n  With radiant glory crowned,\nOur joyful eyes behold him sit,\n  And smile on all around.\n\n3 To him their prayers and cries,\n  Each contrite soul presents;\nAnd while he hears their humble sighs\n  He grants them all their wants.\n\n4 Give me, O Lord, a place\n  Within thy blest abode;\nAmong the children of thy grace,\n  The servants of my God.\n\n     S. Stennett.\n\n\n31     Hendon. 7s.\n\n_A Blessing Implored._     (134)\n\nLord! we come before thee now;\nAt thy feet we humbly bow;\nOh, do not our suit disdain;\nShall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?\n\n2 Send some message from thy word,\nThat may joy and peace afford;\nLet thy Spirit now impart\nFull salvation to each heart.\n\n3 Comfort those who weep and mourn;\nLet the time of joy return;\nThose that are cast down lift up,\nStrong in faith, in love, and hope.\n\n4 Grant that those who seek may find\nThee, a God sincere and kind;\nHeal the sick, the captive free,\nLet us all rejoice in thee.\n\n     William Hammond, 1745.\n\n\n32     Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Opening of Service._     (137)\n\nIn thy name, O Lord! assembling,\n  We, thy people, now draw near;\nTeach us to rejoice with trembling;\n  Speak, and let thy servants hear--\n      Hear with meekness--\n  Hear thy word with godly fear.\n\n2 While our days on earth are lengthened,\n  May we give them, Lord, to thee;\nCheered by hope, and daily strengthened,\n  May we run, nor weary be,\n      Till thy glory\n  Without clouds in heaven we see.\n\n3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter,\n  Thee thy people shall adore;\nTasting of enjoyment greater\n  Far than thought conceived before;\n       Full enjoyment,\n  Full, unmixed, and evermore.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1809.\n\n\n33     Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Close of Service._     (141)\n\nLord, dismiss us with thy blessing,\n  Fill our hearts with joy and peace;\nLet us each, thy love possessing,\n  Triumph in redeeming grace;\n       Oh! refresh us,\n  Traveling through this wilderness.\n\n2 Thanks we give and adoration,\n  For thy gospel's joyful sound;\nMay the fruits of thy salvation\n  In our hearts and lives abound;\n       May thy presence\n  With us, evermore, be found.\n\n3 So, whene'er the signal's given,\n  Us from earth to call away,\nBorne on angel's wings to heaven,\n  Glad the summons to obey,\n       We shall surely\n  Reign with Christ in endless day.\n\n     Walter Shirley, 1774.\n\n\n34     Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Plea for Parting Blessing._     (139)\n\nGod of our salvation! hear us;\n  Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go;\nWhen we join the world, be near us,\n  Lest we cold and careless grow.\n       Savior! keep us;\n  Keep us safe from every foe.\n\n2 As our steps are drawing nearer\n  To our everlasting home,\nMay our view of heaven grow clearer,\n  Hope more bright of joys to come;\n       And, when dying,\n  May thy presence cheer the gloom.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1809.\n\n\n35     Mendon. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 84._     (119)\n\nGreat God! attend while Zion sings\nThe joy that from thy presence springs;\nTo spend one day with thee on earth\nExceeds a thousand days of mirth.\n\n2 Might I enjoy the meanest place\nWithin thy house, O God of grace!\nNot tents of ease, nor thrones of power,\nShould tempt my feet to leave thy door.\n\n3 God is our sun, he makes our day;\nGod is our shield, he guards our way\nFrom all th' assaults of hell and sin,\nFrom foes without and foes within.\n\n4 All needful grace will God bestow,\nAnd crown that grace with glory too;\nHe gives us all things, and withholds\nNo real good from upright souls.\n\n5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway\nThe glorious hosts of heaven obey,\nAnd devils at thy presence flee;\nBlest is the man that trusts in thee!\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n36     Mendon L.M.\n\n_The Presence of Christ._     (124)\n\nHow sweet to leave the world awhile,\n  And seek the presence of our Lord!\nDear Savior! on thy people smile,\n  And come, according to thy word.\n\n2 From busy scenes we now retreat,\n  That we may here converse with thee:\nAh! Lord! behold us at thy feet;--\n  Let this the gate of heaven be.\n\n3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear,\n  That we by faith may see thy face;\nOh! speak, that we thy voice may hear\n  And let thy presence fill this place.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1809.\n\n\n37     Mendon. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 84._     (127)\n\nHow pleasant, how divinely fair,\nO Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!\nWith long desire my spirit faints,\nTo meet the assemblies of thy saints.\n\n2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;\nMy panting heart cries out for God;\nMy God! my King! why should I be\nSo far from all my joys and thee?\n\n3 Blest are the souls who find a place\nWithin the temple of thy grace;\nThere they behold thy gentler rays,\nAnd seek thy face and learn thy praise.\n\n4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set\nTo find the way to Zion's gate;\nGod is their strength, and through the road\nThey lean upon their helper, God.\n\n5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,\nTill all shall meet in heaven at length;\nTill all before thy face appear,\nAnd join in nobler worship there.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719\n\n\n38     Ward. L.M.\n\n_Before Sermon._     (122)\n\nThy presence, gracious God! afford:\nPrepare us to receive thy word;\nNow let thy voice engage our ear,\nAnd faith be mixed with what we hear.\n\n2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,\nAnd fix our hearts and hopes above;\nWith food divine may we be fed\nAnd satisfied with living bread.\n\n3 To us thy sacred word apply,\nWith sovereign power and energy;\nAnd may we, in thy faith and fear,\nReduce to practice what we hear.\n\n4 Father, in us thy Son reveal;\nTeach us to know and do thy will;\nThy saving power and love display.\nAnd guide us to the realms of day.\n\n     John Fawcett. 1782.\n\n\n39     Migdol. L.M.\n\n_Acts 2:1._     (792)\n\nCommand thy blessing from above\n  O God, on all assembled here;\nBehold us with a Father's love,\n  While we look up with filial fear.\n\n2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord!\n  May we thy true disciples be;\nSpeak to each heart the mighty word--\n  Say to the weakest, follow me.\n\n3 Command thy blessing in this hour,\n  Spirit of truth! and till the place\nWith wounding and with healing power,\n  With quickening and confirming grace.\n\n4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide,\n  One true, eternal God confessed;\nWhom thou hast joined none may divide,\n  None dare to curse whom thou hast blest.\n\n     James Montgomery\n\n\n40     Mear. C.M.\n\n_God's Presence in Sanctuary_.     (111)\n\nAgain our earthly cares we leave,\n  And in thy courts appear;\nAgain, with joyful feet, we come\n  To meet our Savior here.\n\n2 Within those walls let holy peace.\n  And love, and concord dwell;\nHere give the troubled conscience ease--\n  The wounded spirit heal.\n\n3 The feeling heart, the melting eye.\n  The humble mind bestow;\nAnd shine upon us from on high,\n  To make our graces grow.\n\n4 May we in faith receive thy word,\n  In faith present our prayers;\nAnd in the presence of our Lord,\n  Unbosom all our cares.\n\n5 Shew us some token of thy love,\n  Our fainting hope to raise;\nAnd pour thy blessing from above,\n  That we may render praise.\n\n     John Newton, 1779, _a._\n\n\n41     Mear. C.M.\n\n_Dedication_.     (1175)\n\nOh, thou, whose own vast temple stands,\n  Built over earth and sea!\nAccept the walls that human hands\n  Have raised to worship thee.\n\n2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send,\n  Within these walls t' abide,\nThe peace that dwelleth without end\n  Serenely by thy side!\n\n3 May erring minds, that worship here,\n  Be taught the better way;\nAnd they who mourn, and they who fear,\n  Be strengthened as they pray.\n\n4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,\n  And pure devotion rise,\nWhile, round these hallowed walls, the storm\n  Of earth-born passion dies.\n\n     William C. Bryant, 1835\n\n\n42     Mear. C.M.\n\n_Psalm 122._     (106)\n\nHow did my heart rejoice to hear\n  My friends devoutly say--\n\"In Zion let us all appear--\n  And keep the solemn day!\"\n\n2 I love her gates, I love the road;\n  The church, adorned with grace,\nStands like a palace, built for God\n  To show his milder face.\n\n3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,\n  The holy tribes repair;\nThe Son of David holds his throne,\n  And sits in judgment there.\n\n4 He hears our praises and complaints;\n  And, while his awful voice\nDivides the sinners from the saints,\n  We tremble and rejoice.\n\n5 Peace be within this sacred place,\n  And joy a constant guest!\nWith holy gifts and heavenly grace\n  By her attendants blest!\n\n6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,\n  While life or breath remains;\nThere my best friends, my kindred, dwell,\n  There God, my Saviour, reigns.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719\n\n\n43     Lisbon. S.M.\n\n_The Sabbath Welcomed._     (81)\n\nWelcome! sweet day of rest,\n  That saw the Lord arise!\nWelcome to this reviving breast,\n  And these rejoicing eyes!\n\n2 The King himself comes near,\n  And feasts his saints to-day;\nHere we may sit and see him here,\n  And love, and praise, and pray.\n\n3 One day in such a place,\n  Where thou, my God, art seen,\nIs sweeter than ten thousand days\n  Of pleasurable sin.\n\n4 My willing soul would stay\n  In such a frame as this,\nAnd sit and sing herself away\n  To everlasting bliss.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707\n\n\n44     Mendebras. 7s & 6s.    D.\n\n_The Sabbath Holy._\n\nO day of rest and gladness,\n  O day of joy and light!\nO balm of care and sadness,\n  Most beautiful, most bright!\nOn thee, the high and lowly,\n  Before th' eternal throne,\nSing Holy! Holy! Holy!\n  To the great Three in One.\n\n2 On thee, at the creation.\n  The light first had its birth;\nOn thee for our salvation,\n  Christ rose from depths of earth.\nOn thee, our Lord, victorious,\n  The Spirit sent from heaven,\nAnd thus on thee, most glorious,\n  A triple light was given.\n\n3 New graces ever gaining\n  From this our day of rest,\nWe reach the rest remaining\n  To spirits of the blest;\nTo Holy Ghost be praises,\n  To Father and to Son;\nThe church her voice upraises\n  To thee, blest Three in One.\n\n     Christopher Wordsworth, 1858.\n\n\n45     Auburn. C.M.\n\n_Sweet Day of Rest._     (66)\n\nCome, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,\n  On this sweet day of rest;\nOh, bless this flock, and make this fold\n  Enjoy a heavenly rest.\n\n2 Welcome, and precious to my soul\n  Are these sweet days of love;\nBut what a Sabbath shall I keep\n  When I shall rest above!\n\n3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;\n  Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace;\nHere, in thine own appointed way,\n  I wait to see thy face.\n\n4 Those are the sweet and precious days\n  On which my Lord I've seen;\nAnd oft, when feasting on his word,\n  In raptures I have been.\n\n5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears.\n  In this sweet frame be found,\nI'll clasp my Savior in mine arms,\n  And leave this earthly ground.\n\n     John Mason, 1683.\n\n\n46     Auburn. C.M.\n\n_Sabbath Morn._     (60)\n\nHow sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn\n  Along the eastern skies!\nSo, when the night of time hath gone,\n  Eternity shall rise.\n\n2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light!\n  How soon the gloom hath fled!\nSo o'er the new created sight\n  Celestial bliss is spread.\n\n3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea,\n  Through all the stilly air!\nSo calm may we this Sabbath be,\n  And free from worldly care.\n\n4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade\n  Our bosoms all our days;\nAnd let each passing hour be made\n  A herald of thy praise.\n\n5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet\n  It flows from Jesus' breast;\nIt makes our bliss on earth complete,\n  It brings eternal rest.\n\n     Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840\n\n\n47     Auburn. C.M.\n\n_The Lord's Day Morning._     (65)\n\nWhen the worn spirit wants repose,\n  And sighs her God to seek,\nHow sweet to hail the evening's close\n  That ends the weary week!\n\n2 How sweet to hail the early dawn\n  That opens on the sight,\nWhen first that soul-reviving morn\n  Sheds forth new rays of light!\n\n3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;\n  Yet, while they gently roll,\nBreathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,\n  A Sabbath o'er my soul.\n\n4 When will my pilgrimage be done,\n  The world's long week be o'er,\nThat Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,\n  That day which fades no more?\n\n     James Edmeston, 1820.\n\n\n48     Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines.\n\n_Blessing of the Sabbath._     (94)\n\nSafely thro' another week,\n  God has bro't us on our way;\nLet us now a blessing seek,\n  Waiting in his courts to-day;\nDay of all the week the best,\nEmblem of eternal rest.\n\n2 While we seek supplies of grace\n  Through the dear Redeemer's name,\nShow thy reconciling face;\n  Take away our sin and shame;\nFrom our worldly cares set free;\nMay we rest, this day, in thee.\n\n3 May the gospel's joyful sound\n  Conquer sinners, comfort saints,\nMake the fruits of grace abound,\n  Bring relief from all complaints;\nThus let all our Sabbaths prove,\nTill we join the church above.\n\n     John Newton, 1779. _a._\n\n\n49     Lischer. (German.) H.M.\n\n_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._     (98)\n\nWelcome, delightful morn!\n  Thou day of sacred rest;\nI hail thy kind return;\n  Lord, make these moments blest;\nFrom the low train of mortal toys\nI soar to reach immortal joys.\n\n2 Now may the King descend,\n  And fill his throne of grace;\nThy scepter, Lord, extend,\n  While saints address thy face!\nLet sinners feel thy quickening word,\nAnd learn to know and fear the Lord.\n\n3 Descend, celestial Dove,\n  With all thy quickening powers;\nDisclose a Savior's love,\n  And bless the sacred hours;\nThen shall my soul new life obtain,\nNor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.\n\n     Hayward, 1806.\n\n\n50     Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8.\n\n_The Day of Rest._     (91)\n\nWelcome, sacred day of rest!\n  Sweet repose from worldly care;\nDay above all days the best,\n  When our souls for heav'n prepare;\nDay, when our Redeemer rose,\n  Victor o'er the hosts of hell;\nThus he vanquished all our foes;\n  Let our lips his glory tell.\n\n2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,\n  When we hear thy holy word;\nWhen we sing thy praise, and pray,\n  Earth can no such joys afford;\nBut a better rest remains,\n  Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days,\nRest from sin, and rest from pains,\n  Endless joys and endless praise.\n\n     William Brown, 1822.\n\n\n51     Last Hope. 7s.\n\n_Sabbath Evening._     (93)\n\nSoftly fades the twilight ray\nOf the holy Sabbath day;\nGently as life's setting sun,\nWhen the Christian's course is run.\n\n2 Night her solemn mantle spreads\nO'er the earth as daylight fades;\nAll things tell of calm repose\nAt the holy Sabbath's close.\n\n3 Peace is on the world abroad;\n'Tis the holy peace of God--\nSymbol of the peace within,\nWhen the spirit rests from sin.\n\n4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be\nDays of peace and joy in thee,\nTill in heav'n our souls repose,\nWhere the Sabbath ne'er shall close.\n\n     Samuel F. Smith, 1843.\n\n\n52     Lowry. L.M.\n\n_Morning Praise._\n\nAwake, my soul, and with the sun\nThy daily stage of duty run;\nShake off dull sloth, and joyful rise\nTo pay thy morning sacrifice.\n\n2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,\nAnd with the angels bear thy part,\nWho all night long unwearied sing\nHigh praises to th' eternal King.\n\n3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,\nAnd hast refreshed me when I slept;\nGrant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,\nI may of endless life partake.\n\n4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;\nScatter my sins as morning dew;\nGuard my first springs of thought and will,\nAnd with thyself my spirit fill.\n\n     Bp. Ken, 1709.\n\n\n53     Vigil. S.M.\n\n_Morning Song._     (1169)\n\nSee how the morning sun\nPursues his shining way;\nAnd wide proclaims his Maker's praise,\nWith ev'ry bright'ning ray.\n\n2 Thus would my rising soul\nIts heavenly Parent sing,\nAnd to its great Original\nThe humble tribute bring.\n\n3 Serene I laid me down,\nBeneath his guardian care;\nI slept, and I awoke, and found\nMy kind Preserver near.\n\n4 My life I would anew\nDevote, O Lord, to thee;\nAnd in thy service I would spend\nA long eternity.\n\n     T. Scott.\n\n\n54     Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Evening Blessing Desired._     (1171)\n\nSavior, breathe an evening blessing,\n  E'er repose our spirits seal;\nSin and want we come confessing,\n  Thou canst save and thou canst heal.\n\n2 Though destruction walk around us,\n  Though the arrows past us fly;\nAngel guards from thee surround us,\n  We are safe if thou art nigh.\n\n3 Though the night be dark and dreary,\n  Darkness cannot hide from thee;\nThou art he who, never weary,\n  Watchest where thy people be.\n\n4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,\n  And our couch become our tomb,\nMay the morn in heaven awake us,\n  Clad in bright and deathless bloom.\n\n     James Edmeston, 1820.\n\n\n55     Hursley. L.M.\n\n_Evening Hymn._     (1165)\n\nSun of my soul, thou Savior dear,\n  It is not night if thou be near;\nOh, may no earth-born cloud arise\n  To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.\n\n2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep\n  My weary eye-lids gently steep,\nBe my last thought, how sweet to rest\n  Forever on my Savior's breast.\n\n3 Abide with me from morn till eve,\n  For without thee I cannot live;\nAbide with me when night is nigh,\n  For without thee I dare not die.\n\n4 Come near and bless us when we wake,\n  Ere thro' the world our way we take,\nTill in the ocean of thy love\n  We lose ourselves in heaven above.\n\n     Rev. J. Keble, 1827.\n\n\n56     Eventide. 10s.\n\n_Evening of the Day._\n\nAbide with me: fast falls the eventide;\nThe darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!\nWhen other helpers fail, and comforts flee,\nHelp of the helpless, oh, abide with me!\n\n2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,\nBut as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,\nFamiliar, condescending, patient, free,\nCome, not to sojourn, but abide with me.\n\n3 I need thy presence every passing hour;\nWhat but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?\nWho like thyself my guide and stay can be?\nThro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!\n\n4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;\nEarth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:\nChange and decay in all around I see;\nO thou, who changest not, abide with me!\n\n     Henry Francis Lyte, 1847.\n\n\n57     Eventide. 10s.\n\n_Closing Hymn._\n\nSavior, again to thy dear name we raise\nWith one accord our parting hymn of praise;\nWe rise to bless thee ere our worship cease,\nAnd now, departing, wait thy word of peace.\n\n2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;\nWith thee begun, with thee shall end the day;\nGuard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,\nThat in this house have called upon thy name.\n\n3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;\nTurn thou for us its darkness into light;\nFrom harm and danger keep thy children free,\nFor dark and light are both alike to thee.\n\n     John Ellerton, 1868.\n\n\n58     Seymour, 7s.\n\n_Evening Devotion._\n\nSoftly now the light of day\nFades upon my sight away;\nFree from care, from labor free,\nLord, I would commune with thee.\n\n2 Thou whose all pervading eye\nNaught escapes without, within,\nPardon each infirmity,\nOpen fault, and secret sin.\n\n3 Soon, for me, the light of day\nShall forever pass away;\nThen, from sin and sorrow free,\nTake me, Lord, to dwell with thee.\n\n4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known\nAll of man's infirmity;\nThen from thine eternal throne,\nJesus, look with pitying eye.\n\n     G.W. Doane, 1824.\n\n\n59     Stockwell. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Evening Meditations._\n\nSilently the shades of evening\nGather round my lowly door;\nSilently they bring before me\nFaces I shall see no more.\n\n2 O the lost, the unforgotten,\nTho' the world be oft forgot!\nO the shrouded and the lonely!\nIn our hearts they perish not.\n\n3 Living in the silent hours,\nWhere our spirits only blend--\nThey, unlinked with earthly trouble;\nWe, still hoping for its end.\n\n4 How such holy memories cluster,\nLike the stars when storms are past;\nPointing up to that far heaven\nWe may hope to gain at last.\n\n     C.C. Cox\n\n\n60     Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain.\n\n_Evening Prayer_.\n\nFading, still fading, the last beam is shining;\nFather in heaven, the day is declining;\nSafety and innocence flee with the light,\nTemptation and danger walk forth with the night.\nFrom the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime,\nShield us from danger, keep us from crime.\n\nRef.--Father, have mercy,\n      Father, have mercy,\n      Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.\n\n2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call;\nHear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all.\nFeeble and fainting, we trust in thy might;\nIn doubting and darkness thy love be our light;\nLet us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns,\nWake in thine arms when morning returns.\n\n     Selina Huntingdon\n\n\n61     God Be With You. P.M.\n\n_Parting Blessing._\n\nGod be with you till we meet again,\nBy his counsels guide, uphold you,\nWith his sheep securely fold you,\nGod be with you till we meet again\n\nCho.--Till we meet, till we meet,\n      Till we meet at Jesus' feet;\n      Till we meet, till we meet,\n      God be with you till we meet again.\n\n2 God be with you till we meet again,\n'Neath his wings securely hide you,\nDaily manna still provide you,\nGod be with you till we meet again.\n\n3 God be with you till we meet again,\nWhen life's perils thick confound you,\nPut his arms unfailing round you,\nGod be with you till we meet again.\n\n4 God be with you till we meet again,\nKeep love's banner floating o'er you,\nSmite death's threat'ning wave before you,\nGod be with you till we meet again.\n\n     J.E. Rankin D.D.\n\n\n62     Wonderful Words. P.M.\n\n_Words of Life._\n\nSing them over again to me,\n  Wonderful words of life,\nLet me more of their beauty see,\n  Wonderful words of life,\n    Words of life and beauty,\n    Teach me faith and duty.\n\nCho.--Beautiful words, wonderful words,\n        Wonderful words of life,\n      Beautiful words, wonderful words,\n        Wonderful words of life.\n\n2 Christ the blessed One gives to all\n  Wonderful words of life;\nSinner, list to the loving call,\n  Wonderful words of life;\n    All so freely given,\n    Wooing us to heaven.\n\n3 Sweetly echo the gospel call,\n  Wonderful words of life;\nOffer pardon and peace to all,\n  Wonderful words of life;\n    Jesus, only Savior,\n    Sanctify forever.\n\n     P.P. Bliss.\n\n\n63     Give Me the Bible. P.M.\n\n_The Bible Desired._\n\nGive me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming,\nTo cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed;\nNo storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming,\nSince Jesus came to seek and save the lost.\n\nCho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining,\n        Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way.\n      Precept and promise, law and love combining,\n        Till night shall vanish in eternal day.\n\n2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken,\nWhen sin and grief have filled my soul with fear;\nGive me the precious words by Jesus spoken,\nHold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near.\n\n3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten,\nTeach me the danger of these realms below;\nThat lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten,\nThat light alone the path of peace can show.\n\n4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal,\nHold up that splendor by the open grave;\nShow me the light from heaven's shining portal,\nShow me the glory gilding Jordan's wave.\n\n     Priscilla J. Owens.\n\n\n64     Shirland. S.M.\n\n_Psalm 119._     (170)\n\nBehold! the morning sun\n  Begins his glorious way;\nHis beams thro' all the nations run,\n  And life and light convey.\n\n2 But, where the gospel comes,\n  It spreads diviner light;\nIt calls dead sinners from the tombs\n  And gives the blind their sight.\n\n3 How perfect is thy word!\n  And all thy judgments just;\nForever sure thy promise, Lord!\n  And men securely trust.\n\n4 My gracious God! how plain\n  Are thy directions given!\nOh! may I never read in vain,\n  But find the path to heaven.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n65     Dallas. 7s.\n\n_Book Divine._\n\nHoly Bible, book divine,\n  Precious treasure, thou art mine;\nMine to tell me whence I came;\n  Mine to teach me what I am.\n\n2 Mine to chide me when I rove;\n  Mine to show a Savior's love;\nMine thou art to guide and guard;\n  Mine to punish or reward.\n\n3 Mine to comfort in distress,\n  Suffering in this wilderness;\nMine to show, by living faith,\n  Man can triumph over death.\n\n4 Mine to tell of joys to come,\n  And the rebel sinner's doom;\nO thou holy book divine,\n  Precious treasure, thou art mine.\n\n     John Burton, 1805.\n\n\n66     Evan. C.M.\n\n_Psalm 119._     (155)\n\nLord! I have made thy word my choice,\n  My lasting heritage;\nThere shall my noblest powers rejoice,\n  My warmest thoughts engage.\n\n2 I'll read the histories of thy love,\n  And keep thy laws in sight,\nWhile through the promises I rove,\n  With ever fresh delight.\n\n3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown\n  Where springs of life arise;\nSeeds of immortal bliss are sown,\n  And hidden, glory lies.\n\n4 The best relief that mourners have--\n  It makes our sorrows blest;\nOur fairest hope, beyond the grave,\n  And our eternal rest.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n67     Evan. C.M.\n\n_The Latter Day._     (1018)\n\nLord! send thy word, and let it fly,\n  Armed with thy Spirit's power;\nTen thousands shall confess its sway,\n  And bless the saving hour.\n\n2 Beneath the influence of its grace,\n  The barren wastes shall rise,\nWith sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,--\n  A blooming paradise.\n\n3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch\n  Her wings from shore to shore;\nNo trump shall rouse the rage of war,\n  Nor murderous cannon roar.\n\n4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days\n  Are in thy word foretold;\nFly swifter, sun and stars! and bring\n  This promised age of gold.\n\n5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's\n  Unnumbered myriads cry;\nAmen!--with joy divine, let heaven's\n  Unnumbered choirs reply.\n\n     Thomas Gibbons, 1769.\n\n\n68     Evan. C.M.\n\n_The Incomparable Richness of God's Word._   (150)\n\nFather of mercies, in thy word\n  What endless glory shines!\nForever be thy name adored\n  For these celestial lines.\n\n2 Here may the wretched sons of want\n  Exhaustless riches find--\nRiches above what earth can grant,\n  And lasting as the mind.\n\n3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,\n  And yields a free repast;\nSublimer sweets than nature knows\n  Invite the longing taste.\n\n4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice\n  Spreads heavenly peace around;\nAnd life and everlasting joys\n  Attend the blissful sound.\n\n5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be\n  My ever dear delight;\nAnd still new beauties may I see\n  And still increasing light.\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760.\n\n\n69     Devizes. C.M.\n\n_The Bible Our Light._     (149)\n\nHow precious is the book divine,\n  By inspiration given!\nBright as a lamp its doctrines shine,\n  To guide our souls to heaven.\n\n2 Its light, descending from above,\n  Our gloomy world to cheer,\nDisplays a Savior's boundless love,\n  And brings his glories near.\n\n3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,\n  In this dark vale of tears;\nLife, light, and joy it still imparts,\n  And quells our rising fears.\n\n4 This lamp, through all the tedious night\n  Of life, shall guide our way,\nTill we behold the clearer light\n  Of an eternal day.\n\n     John Fawcett, 1782.\n\n\n70     Devizes. C.M.\n\n_Psalm 119._     (158)\n\nHow shall the young secure their hearts,\n  And guard their lives from sin?\nThy word the choicest rules imparts\n  To keep the conscience clean.\n\n2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,\n  That guides us all the day;\nAnd, through the dangers of the night,\n  A lamp to lead our way.\n\n3 Thy precepts make me truly wise;\n  I hate the sinners' road;\nI hate my own vain thoughts that rise\n  But love thy law, my God!\n\n4 Thy word is everlasting truth;\n  How pure is every page!\nThat holy book shall guide our youth,\n  And well support our age.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n71     Devizes. C.M.\n\n_Perfection of the Law and Testimony._     (154)\n\nThy law is perfect, Lord of light;\n  Thy testimonies sure;\nThe statutes of thy realm are right,\n  And thy commandments pure.\n\n2 Let these, O God, my soul convert,\n  And make thy servant wise;\nLet those be gladness to my ears--\n  The dayspring to mine eyes.\n\n3 By these may I be warned betimes;\n  Who knows the guile within?\nLord, save me from presumptuous crimes;\n  Cleanse me from secret sin.\n\n4 So may the words my lips express--\n  The thoughts that throng my mind--\nO Lord, my strength and righteousness,\n  With thee acceptance find.\n\n     C. Wesley.\n\n\n72     Manoah. C.M.\n\n_Faithfulness._\n\nBegin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,\n  And speak some boundless thing;\nThe mighty works or mightier name\n  Of our eternal King.\n\n2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,\n  And sound his power abroad;\nSing the sweet promise of his grace,\n  And the performing God.\n\n3 His very word of grace is strong,\n  As that which built the skies;\nThe voice that rolls the stars along,\n  Speaks all the promises.\n\n4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue\n  But whisper, \"Thou art mine!\"\nThose gentle words should raise my song\n  To notes almost divine.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n73     Manoah. C.M.\n\n_Power_.\n\nThe Lord, our God, is full of might,\n  The winds obey his will;\nHe speaks,--and, in his heavenly height,\n  The rolling sun stands still.\n\n2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land\n  With threatening aspect roar;\nThe Lord uplifts his awful hand,\n  And chains you to the shore.\n\n3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;\n  Without his high behest,\nYe shall not, in the mountain pine,\n  Disturb the sparrow's nest.\n\n4 His voice sublime is heard afar,\n  In distant peals it dies;\nHe yokes the whirlwind to his car,\n  And sweeps the howling skies.\n\n5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend;\n  Ye monarchs, wait his nod,\nAnd bid the choral song ascend\n  To celebrate your God.\n\n     H. Kirke White.\n\n\n74     Manoah. C.M.\n\n_Eternity._\n\nGreat God! how infinite art thou!\n  What worthless worms are we!\nLet the whole race of creatures bow,\n  And pay their praise to thee.\n\n2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,\n  Ere seas or stars were made:\nThou art the ever-living God,\n  Were all the nations dead.\n\n3 Eternity, with all its years,\n  Stands present in thy view;\nTo thee there's nothing old appears--\n  Great God! there's nothing new.\n\n4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,\n  And vexed with trifling cares;\nWhile thine eternal thought moves on\n  Thine undisturbed affairs.\n\n5 Great God! how infinite art thou!\n  What worthless worms are we!\nLet the whole race of creatures bow.\n  And pay their praise to thee.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n75     Italy. 6s & 4s.\n\n_The Trinity Adored._     (394)\n\nCome, thou Almighty King!\nHelp us thy name to sing,\n  Help us to praise;\nFather all glorious!\nO'er all victorious,\nCome and reign over us,\n  Ancient of days!\n\n2 Come, thou incarnate Word!\nGird on thy mighty sword;\n  Our prayer attend:\nCome, and thy people bless,\nAnd give thy word success;\nSpirit of holiness,\n  On us descend.\n\n3 Come, holy Comforter!\nThy sacred witness bear\n  In this glad hour:\nThou who almighty art,\nNow rule in every heart,\nAnd ne'er from us depart,\n  Spirit of power!\n\n4 To the great One in Three,\nThe highest praises be,\n  Hence, evermore!\nHis sovereign majesty\nMay we in glory see,\nAnd to eternity\n  Love and adore.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1757.\n\n\n76     All Saints. L.M.\n\n_Praise to the Trinity_     (391)\n\nBlest be the Father and his love,\n  To whose celestial source we owe\nRivers of endless joy above,\n  And rills of comfort here below.\n\n2 Glory to thee, great Son of God!\n  From whose dear, wounded body rolls\nA precious stream of vital blood--\n  Pardon and life for dying souls\n\n3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,\n  Who, in our hearts of sin and woe,\nMakes living springs of grace arise,\n  And into boundless glory flow.\n\n4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son,\n  And God, the Spirit, we adore;\nThat sea of life and love unknown,\n  Without a bottom or a shore.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n77     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_God Incomprehensible._     (844)\n\nThy way, O God! is in the sea,\n  Thy paths I cannot trace;\nNor comprehend the mystery\n  Of thine unbounded grace.\n\n2 'Tis but in part I know thy will;\n  I bless thee for the sight;\nWhen will thy love the rest reveal,\n  In glory's clearer light?\n\n3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense\n  My captive soul surround;\nMysterious deeps of providence\n  My wondering thoughts confound.\n\n4 As through a glass I dimly see\n  The wonders of thy love;\nHow little do I know of thee,\n  Or of the joys above!\n\n5 With rapture I shall soon survey\n  Thy providence and grace;\nAnd spend an everlasting day\n  In wonder, love, and praise.\n\n     John Fawcett, 1782.\n\n\n78     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_Eternity of God._     (1071)\n\nO God! our help in ages past,\n  Our hope for years to come;\nOur shelter from the stormy blast,\n  And our eternal home.\n\n2 Under the shadow of thy throne,\n  Still may we dwell secure;\nSufficient is thine arm alone,\n  And our defense is sure.\n\n3 Before the hills in order stood,\n  Or earth received her frame,\nFrom everlasting thou art God,\n  To endless years the same.\n\n4 A thousand ages in thy sight\n  Are like an evening gone;\nShort as the watch that ends the night,\n  Before the rising sun.\n\n5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,\n  With all their cares and fears,\nAre carried downward by the flood,\n  And lost in following years.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n79     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_Divine Perfections._     (182)\n\nI sing th' almighty power of God,\n  That made the mountains rise,\nThat spread the flowing seas abroad,\n  And built the lofty skies.\n\n2 I sing the wisdom that ordained\n  The sun to rule the day;\nThe moon shines full at his command,\n  And all the stars obey.\n\n3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,\n  That filled the earth with food;\nHe formed the creatures with his word,\n  And then pronounced them good.\n\n4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed\n  Where'er I turn mine eye!\nIf I survey the ground I tread,\n  Or gaze upon the sky.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n80     Dundee. C.M.\n\n_Our Heavenly Father._     (21)\n\nMy God how wonderful thou art!\n  Thy majesty how bright!\nHow beautiful thy mercy seat,\n  In depths of burning light.\n\n2 How dread are thine eternal years,\n  Oh, everlasting Lord!\nBy prostrate spirits day and night,\n  Incessantly adored.\n\n3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God!\n  With deepest, tenderest fears,\nAnd worship thee with trembling hope,\n  And penitential tears.\n\n4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord!\n  Almighty as thou art,\nFor thou hast stooped to ask of me\n  The love of this poor heart.\n\n5 No earthly father loves like thee,\n  No mother, half so mild,\nBears and forbears as thou hast done\n  With me, thy sinful child.\n\n6 Father of Jesus! love's reward!\n  What rapture will it be,\nProstrate before thy throne to lie,\n  And gaze and gaze on thee.\n\n     Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849.\n\n\n81     Dundee. C.M.\n\n_God's Ways Not Understood._     (848)\n\nGod moves in a mysterious way,\n  His wonders to perform;\nHe plants his footsteps in the sea,\n  And rides upon the storm.\n\n2 Deep in unfathomable mines\n  Of never-failing skill,\nHe treasures up his bright designs,\n  And works his sovereign will.\n\n3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;\n  The clouds ye so much dread,\nAre big with mercy, and shall break\n  In blessings on your head.\n\n4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,\n  But trust him for his grace;\nBehind a frowning providence,\n  He hides a smiling face.\n\n5 His purposes will ripen fast,\n  Unfolding every hour;\nThe bud may have a bitter taste,\n  But sweet will be the flower.\n\n6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,\n  And scan his work in vain;\nGod is his own interpreter,\n  And he will make it plain.\n\n     William Cowper, 1772.\n\n\n82     Dundee. C.M.\n\n_Majesty. Ps. 18._\n\nThe Lord descended from above,\n  And bowed the heavens most high;\nAnd underneath his feet he cast\n  The darkness of the sky.\n\n2 On cherub and on cherubim\n  Full royally he rode;\nAnd on the wings of mighty winds\n  Came flying all abroad.\n\n3 He sat serene upon the floods,\n  Their fury to restrain;\nAnd he, as sovereign Lord and King,\n  Forevermore shall reign.\n\n     Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549.\n\n\n83     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_The Goodness of God._     (176)\n\nYes, God is good; in earth and sky,\nFrom ocean depths and spreading wood,\nTen thousand voices seem to cry,\n\"God made us all, and God is good.\"\n\n2 The sun that keeps his trackless way,\nAnd downward pours his golden flood,\nNight's sparkling hosts all seem to sky,\nIn accents clear, that God is good.\n\n3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,\nBy God's own hand with speech endued;\nAnd man, in louder notes of praise,\nShould sing for joy that God is good.\n\n4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord;\nBut chiefly for our heavenly food,\nThy pardoning grace, thy quickening word;\nThese prompt our song that God is good.\n\n     John H. Gurney.\n\n\n84     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_The Eternity of God._     (179)\n\nEre mountains reared their forms sublime,\n  Or heaven and earth in order stood,\nBefore the birth of ancient time,\n  From everlasting thou art God.\n\n2 A thousand ages in their flight\n  With thee are as a fleeting day;\nPast, present, future, to thy sight\n  At once their various scenes display.\n\n3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream--\n  A passing thought, that soon is o'er;\nThat fades with morning's earliest beam,\n  And fills the musing mind no more.\n\n4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,\n  Each passing moment so to spend,\nThat we at length with thee may live\n  Where life and bliss shall never end.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n85     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_God Seen in nature._     (178)\n\nThere is a God--all nature speaks,\n  Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies;\nSee, from the clouds his glory breaks,\n  When earliest beams of morning rise.\n\n2 The rising sun, serenely bright,\n  Throughout the world's extended frame,\nInscribes in characters of light\n  His mighty Maker's glorious name.\n\n3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,\n  And trace creation's wonders o'er,\nConfess the footsteps of your God--\n  Bow down before him and adore.\n\n     Anne Steele\n\n\n86     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_The Lord God Omnipotent._     (14)\n\nThe Lord is King; child of the dust!\nThe Judge of all the earth is just;\nHoly and true are all his ways;\nLet every creature speak his praise.\n\n2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,\nOh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice;\nFrom world to world the joy shall ring--\nThe Lord omnipotent is King.\n\n3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare\nResist his will, distrust his care,\nOr murmur at his wise decrees,\nOr doubt his royal promises?\n\n4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake,\nHis might decay, his love forsake,\nThen may his children cease to sing--\nThe Lord omnipotent is King.\n\n     Josiah Conder.\n\n\n87     Faben. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_God is Love._\n\nGod is love; his mercy brightens\n  All the path in which we rove;\nBliss he wakes, and woe he lightens:\n  God is wisdom, God is love.\nChance and change are busy ever;\n  Man decays and ages move;\nBut his mercy waneth never;\n  God is wisdom, God is love.\n\n2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth\n  Will his changeless goodness prove;\nFrom the gloom his brightness streameth:\n  God is wisdom, God is love.\nHe with earthly cares entwineth\n  Hope and comfort from above;\nEverywhere his glory shineth:\n  God is wisdom, God is love.\n\n     Sir John Bowring, 1825.\n\n\n88     Mannheim. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Divine Glory._     (56)\n\nLord! thy glory fills the heaven;\n  Earth is with its fullness stored;\nUnto thee be glory given,\n  Holy, holy, holy Lord.\n\n2 Heaven is still with glory ringing,\n  Earth takes up the angels' cry--\n\"Holy, holy, holy!\" singing,\n  \"Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!\"\n\n3 Ever thus in God's high praises,\n  Brethren! let our tongues unite;\nChief the heart when duty raises\n  God-ward at his mystic rite.\n\n     Richard Mant, 1828.\n\n\n89     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_Creating Wisdom._     (184)\n\nEternal Wisdom! thee we praise,\n  Thee the creation sings;\nWith thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,\n  And heaven's high palace rings.\n\n2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!\n  How glorious to behold!\nTinged with a blue of heavenly dye,\n  And starred with sparkling gold.\n\n3 Infinite strength and equal skill\n  Shine through the worlds abroad;\nOur souls with vast amazement fill,\n  And speak the builder--God.\n\n4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace\n  Our softer passions move;\nPity divine, in Jesus' face,\n  We see, adore, and love.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1705.\n\n\n90     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_The Trinity._     (388)\n\nHail! holy, holy, holy, Lord,\n  Whom One in Three we know;\nBy all thy heavenly host adored,\n  By all thy Church below.\n\n2 One undivided Trinity\n  With triumph we proclaim;\nThe universe is full of thee,\n  And speaks thy glorious name.\n\n3 Thee, holy Father, we confess;\n  Thee, holy Son, adore;\nAnd thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless,\n  And worship evermore.\n\n4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,\n  Our heavenly song shall be\nSupreme, Essential One, adored\n  In co-eternal Thee!\n\n     C. Wesley, 1767.\n\n\n91     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_God is Love._     (183)\n\nCome, ye that know and fear the Lord,\n  And lift your souls above;\nLet every heart and voice accord,\n  To sing that--God is love.\n\n2 This precious truth his word declares,\n  And all his mercies prove;\nJesus, the Gift of gifts, appears,\n  To show that--God is love.\n\n3 Behold his patience lengthened out\n  To those who from him rove,\nAnd calls effectual reach their hearts,\n  To teach them--God is love.\n\n4 The work begun is carried on\n  By power from heaven above;\nAnd every step from first to last,\n  Declares that--God is love.\n\n     George Burder, 1784.\n\n\n92     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_God's Constant Goodness._     (179)\n\nJehovah God! thy gracious power\n  On every hand we see;\nOh, may the blessings of each hour\n  Lead all our thoughts to thee.\n\n2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,\n  And reaches to the skies;\nThine eye of mercy never sleeps,\n  Thy goodness never dies.\n\n3 In all the varying scenes of time,\n  On thee our hopes depend;\nIn every age, in every clime,\n  Our Father and our Friend.\n\n     John Thompson, 1810\n\n\n93     God is Love. P.M.\n\n_Praise for God's Love._\n\nCome, let us all unite to sing,\n          God is love;\nLet heav'n and earth their praises bring,\n          God is love;\nLet every soul from sin awake,\nEach in his heart sweet music make,\nAnd sing with us for Jesus' sake,\n          For God is love.\n\nRef.--God is love,\n      God is love.\n      Come, let us all unite to sing\n      That God is love.\n\n2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound,\n          God is love;\nIn Christ we have redemption found,\n          God is love;\nHis blood has washed our sins away,\nHis Spirit turned our night to day,\nAnd now we can rejoice to say\n          That God is love.\n\n3 How happy is our portion here,\n          God is love;\nHis promises our spirits cheer,\n          God is love;\nHe is our sun and shield by day,\nOur help, our hope, our strength, and stay;\nHe will be with us all the way;\n          Our God is love.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n94     Carol. C.M.D.\n\n_The Angels' Song._     (206)\n\nIt came upon the midnight clear,\n  That glorious song of old,\nFrom angels bending near the earth,\n  To touch their harps of gold;\n\"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,\n  From heaven's all gracious King:\"\nThe earth in solemn stillness lay,\n  To hear the angels sing.\n\n2 Still through the cloven skies they come,\n  With peaceful wings unfurled;\nAnd still celestial music floats\n  O'er all the weary world;\nAbove its sad and lowly plains\n  They bend on heavenly wing,\nAnd ever o'er its Babel sounds,\n  The blessed angels sing.\n\n3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load,\n  Whose forms are bending low,\nWho toil along the climbing way,\n  With painful steps and slow;--\nLook up! for glad and golden hours\n  Come swiftly on the wing;\nOh, rest beside the weary road,\n  And hear the angels sing!\n\n4 For lo! the days are hastening on,\n  By prophet-bards foretold,\nWhen with the ever-circling years\n  Comes round the age of gold!\nWhen peace shall over all the earth\n  Its final splendors fling,\nAnd the whole world send back the song\n  Which now the angels sing!\n\n     E.H. Sears, 1850.\n\n\n95     Carol. C.M.D.\n\n_A Light to Lighten the Gentiles._     (203)\n\nThe race that long in darkness pine\n  Have seen a glorious light;\nThe people dwell in day who dwelt\n  In death's surrounding night.\nTo hail thy rise, thou better Sun,\n  The gathering nations come,\nWith joy, as when the reapers bear\n  The harvest treasures home.\n\n2 To us a child of hope is born;\n  To us a Son is given;\nAnd him shall all the earth obey,\n  And all the hosts of heaven.\nHis name shall be the Prince of Peace,\n  Forevermore adored,\nThe Wonderful, the Counselor,\n  The great and mighty Lord.\n\n     John Morrison, 1781.\n\n\n96     Christmas. C.M.\n\n_The Angel's Message_     (208)\n\nWhile shepherds watched their flocks by night,\n  All seated on the ground,\nThe angel of the Lord came down,\n  And glory shone around.\n\n2 \"Fear not,\" said he,--for mighty dread\n  Had seized their troubled mind,--\n\"Glad tidings of great joy I bring\n  To you and all mankind.\n\n3 \"To you, in David's town, this day,\n  Is born of David's line,\nThe Savior, who is Christ, the Lord;\n  And this shall be the sign:\n\n4 \"The heavenly babe you there shall find\n  To human view displayed,\nAll meanly wrapped in swathing bands,\n  And in a manger laid.\"\n\n5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith\n  Appeared a shining throng\nOf angels, praising God, and thus\n  Addressed their joyful song:\n\n6 \"All glory be to God on high,\n  And to the earth be peace:\nGood-will henceforth from heaven to men\n  Begin and never cease!\"\n\n     Nahum Tate, 1696.\n\n\n97     Zerah. C.M.\n\n_The Chorus of Angels._     (210)\n\nCalm on the listening ear of night\n  Come heaven's melodious strains,\nWhere wild Judea stretches far\n  Her silver-mantled plains.\n\n2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,\n  Shed sacred glories there,\nAnd angels, with their sparkling lyres,\n  Make music on the air.\n\n3 The answering hills of Palestine\n  Send back the glad reply,\nAnd greet, from all their holy heights,\n  The day-spring from on high.\n\n4 \"Glory to God!\" the sounding skies\n  Loud with their anthems ring--\n\"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,\n  From heaven's eternal King.\"\n\n     Edmund H. Sears, 1835.\n\n\n98     Antioch. C.M.\n\n_Psalm 98._     (200)\n\nJoy to the world! the Lord is come:\n  Let earth receive her King;\nLet every heart prepare him room,\n  And heaven and nature sing.\n\n2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns:\n  Let men their songs employ;\nWhile fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,\n  Repeat the sounding joy.\n\n3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,\n  Nor thorns infest the ground;\nHe comes to make his blessings flow,\n  Far as the curse is found.\n\n4 He rules the world with truth and grace,\n  And makes the nations prove\nThe glories of his righteousness,\n  And wonders of his love.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n\n99     Antioch. C.M.\n\n_Christ's Mission._     (202)\n\nHark the glad sound! the Savior comes--\n  The Savior promised long;\nLet every heart prepare a throne,\n  And every voice a song.\n\n2 He comes, the prisoners to release,\n  In Satan's bondage held;\nThe gates of brass before him burst,\n  The iron fetters yield.\n\n3 He comes, the broken heart to bind,\n  The bleeding soul to cure;\nAnd, with the treasures of his grace,\n  T' enrich the humble poor.\n\n4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,\n  Thy welcome shall proclaim;\nAnd heaven's eternal arches ring\n  With thy beloved name.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1735.\n\n\n100     Antioch. C.M.\n\n_Jesus is God._     (195)\n\nJesus is God! the glorious bands\n  Of holy angels sing\nSongs of adoring praise to him,\n  Their Maker and their King.\n\n2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib,\n  On Calvary's cross, true God;\nHe who, in heaven, eternal reigned,\n  In time, on earth abode.\n\n3 Jesus is God! there never was\n  A time when he was not;\nBoundless, eternal, merciful,\n  The Word the Sire begot.\n\n4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch,\n  Onward through endless bliss;\nFor there are two eternities,\n  And both alike are his.\n\n5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now,\n  But compass land and sea,\nTo teach and tell this single truth,\n  How happy should I be!\n\n6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice,\n  I would proclaim so loud,\nJesus, the Good, the Beautiful,\n  Is everlasting God.\n\n     Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862.\n\n\n101     Herald Angels. 7s D.\n\n     (219)\n\nHark! the herald angels sing,\n\"Glory to the new-born King!\nPeace on earth, and mercy mild,\nGod and sinners reconciled.\"\nJoyful all ye nations, rise;\nJoin the triumph of the skies!\nWith the angelic host proclaim,\nChrist is born in Bethlehem.\n\n2 See, he lays his glory by,\nBorn that man no more may die;\nBorn to raise the sons of earth,\nBorn to give them second birth.\nVeiled in flesh the Godhead see;\nHail the incarnate Deity.\nPleased as man with men to dwell,\nJesus, our Immanuel.\n\n3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!\nHail the Sun of Righteousness;\nLight and life to all he brings,\nRisen with healing in his wings.\nLet us, then, with angels sing,\n\"Glory to the new-born King!\nPeace on earth, and mercy mild,\nGod and sinners reconciled.\"\n\n     C. Wesley, 1759\n\n\n102     Herald Angels. 7s D.\n\n_Glory to God._     (204)\n\nAngels rejoiced and sweetly sung\n  At our Redeemer's birth;\nMortals! awake: let every tongue\n  Proclaim his matchless worth.\n\n2 Glory to God, who dwells on high,\n  And sent his only Son\nTo take a servant's form, and die,\n  For evils we had done!\n\n3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race!\n  Arise, and shout for joy;\nHe comes, with rich abounding grace\n  To save and not destroy.\n\n4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth,\n  And fill the world with light,\nThat Jew and Gentile, through the earth,\n  May know thy saving might.\n\n     William Hurn, 1813.\n\n\n1O3     Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s.\n\n_God's Salvation Morning._\n\nWhat means this glorious radiance\n  Across Judea's plain?\nThose white-winged angels singing\n  In such exultant strain?\n\nCho.--The King of glory cometh,\n      Earth's broken hearts to bind,\n      And God's salvation morning\n      Hath dawned for all mankind.\n\n2 What means this wondrous story\n  The holy angels tell?\nOf one who reigned in heaven,\n  And now on earth would dwell?\n\n3 Why bend these Eastern sages\n  To one of lowly birth?\nWhat means this heav'nly message\n  Of love and peace on earth?\n\n4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness,\n  On ocean deep and land,\nHail! hail! the joyful tidings,\n  The morning is at hand.\n\n     M. E. Servoss.\n\n\n104     Invitation. C.M.\n\n_The Forgiving One._     (232)\n\nWhat grace, O Lord! and beauty shone\n  Around thy steps below!\nWhat patient love was seen in all\n  Thy life and death of woe!\n\n2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,\n  Thy friends unfaithful prove;\nUnwearied in forgiveness still,\n  Thy heart could only love.\n\n3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee;\n  Like thee, O Lord! to grieve\nFar more for others' sins, than all\n  The wrongs that we receive.\n\n4 One with thyself, may every eye,\n  In us, thy brethren, see\nThat gentleness and grace that springs\n  From union, Lord, with thee.\n\n     Edward Denny, 1839.\n\n\n105     Invitation.   C.M.\n\n_The True Test._\n\nWe may not climb the heavenly steeps\n  To bring the Lord Christ down;\nIn vain we search the lowest deeps,\n  For him no depths can drown.\n\n2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet\n  A present help is he;\nAnd faith has yet its Olivet,\n  And love its Galilee.\n\n3 The healing of the seamless dress\n  Is by our beds of pain;\nWe touch him in life's throng and press,\n  And we are whole again.\n\n4 Through him the first fond prayers are said\n  Our lips of childhood frame;\nThe last low whispers of our dead\n  Are burdened with his name.\n\n5 O Lord and Master of us all,\n  Whate'er our name or sign,\nWe own thy sway, we hear thy call,\n  We test our lives by thine!\n\n     J. G. Whittier.\n\n\n106     Invitation. C.M.\n\n_Childhood of Jesus._     (228)\n\nIn stature grows the heavenly Child,\n  With death before his eyes;\nA Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,\n  Prepared for sacrifice.\n\n2 The Son of God his glory hides\n  With parents mean and poor;\nAnd he who made the heavens abides\n  In dwelling-place obscure.\n\n3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky\n  No earthly toil refuse;\nAnd he who set the stars on high\n  A humble trade pursues.\n\n4 He before whom the angels stand.\n  At whose behest they fly,\nNow yields himself to man's command,\n  And lays his glory by.\n\n5 The Father's name we loudly raise,\n  The Son we all adore,\nThe Holy Ghost, One God, we praise,\n  Both now and evermore.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n107     Invitation. C.M.\n\n_A Man of Sorrow._     (229)\n\nA pilgrim through this lonely world,\n  The blessed Savior passed;\nA mourner all his life was he,\n  A dying Lamb at last\n\n2 That tender heart which felt for all,\n  For us its life-blood gave;\nIt found on earth no resting-place.\n  Save only in the grave.\n\n3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear\n  The cross with all its scorn?\nOr love a faithless, evil world\n  That wreathed his brow with thorn?\n\n4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,\n  Like him obedient still,\nWe homeward press, through storm or calm,\n  To Zion's blessed hill.\n\n     H. Bonar.\n\n\n108     Olivet. L.M.\n\n_The Meekness of Jesus._     (242)\n\nHow beauteous were the marks divine,\nThat in thy meekness used to shine;\nThat lit thy lonely pathway, trod\nIn wondrous love, O Son of God!\n\n2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright,\nThou God of God, thou Light of Light!\nOh, who, like thee, did ever go\nSo patient through a world of woe?\n\n3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore\nThe scorn, the scoffs of men before?\nSo meek, forgiving, godlike, high,\nSo glorious in humility?\n\n4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,\nWas pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;\nYet love, through all thy torture glowed,\nAnd mercy with thy life-blood flowed.\n\n5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go,\nIlluming all my way of woe!\nAnd give me ever on the road\nTo trace thy footsteps, Son of God!\n\n     Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838.\n\n\n109     Olivet. L.M.\n\n_The Teaching of Jesus._     (243)\n\nHow sweetly flowed the gospel's sound\n  From lips of gentleness and grace,\nWhen listening thousands gathered round,\n  And joy and reverence filled the place!\n\n2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke;\n  To heaven he led his followers' way;\nDark clouds of gloomy night he broke,\n  Unveiling an immortal day.\n\n3 \"Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;\n  Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;\"\nYes, sacred Teacher, we will come,\n  Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.\n\n     John Bowring, 1823.\n\n\n110     Olivet. L.M.\n\n_Christ's Example._     (239)\n\nMy dear Redeemer and my Lord,\nI read my duty in thy Word;\nBut in thy life the law appears,\nDrawn out in living characters.\n\n2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,\nSuch deference to thy Father's will,\nSuch love and meekness so divine,\nI would transcribe and make them mine.\n\n3 Cold mountains and the midnight air\nWitnessed the fervor of thy prayer;\nThe desert thy temptations knew;\nThy conflict and thy victory too.\n\n4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear\nMore of thy gracious image here;\nThen God, the Judge, shall own my name\nAmong the followers of the Lamb.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n111     Overberg. L.M.\n\n_The Miracles of Christ._     (247)\n\nBehold! the blind their sight receive;\nBehold! the dead awake and live;\nThe dumb speak wonders, and the lame\nLeap, like the hart, and bless his name.\n\n2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own\nAnd seal the mission of the Son;\nThe Father vindicates his cause,\nWhile he hangs bleeding on the cross.\n\n3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;\nHe rises, the triumphant God!\nBehold the Lord ascending high,\nNo more to bleed, no more to die.\n\n4 Hence, and forever, from my heart,\nI bid my doubts and fears depart;\nAnd to those hands my soul resign,\nWhich bear credentials so divine.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n113     Overberg. L.M.\n\n_Entry into Jerusalem._     (248)\n\nRide on! ride on in majesty!\nHark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;\nO Savior meek, pursue thy road\nWith palms and scattered garments strowed.\n\n2 Bide on! ride on in majesty!\nIn lowly pomp ride on to die;\nO Christ, thy triumphs now begin\nO'er captive death and conquered sin.\n\n3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!\nThe angel armies of the sky\nLook down with sad and wondering eyes\nTo see the approaching sacrifice.\n\n4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!\nThe last and fiercest strife is nigh;\nThe Father on his sapphire throne\nAwaits his own anointed Son.\n\n5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!\nIn lowly pomp, ride on to die;\nBow thy meek head to mortal pain,\nThen take, O God, thy power and reign.\n\n     Henry Hart Milman, 1827.\n\n\n113     Overberg. L.M.\n\n_The Transfiguration._     (245)\n\nOh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,\nOf glory that the church shall share,\nWhich Christ upon the mountain shows,\nWhere brighter than the sun he glows!\n\n2 From age to age the tale declare,\nHow with the three disciples there,\nWhere Moses and Elias meet,\nThe Lord holds converse high and sweet.\n\n3 The law and prophets there have place,\nTwo chosen witnesses of grace;\nThe Father's voice from out the cloud\nProclaimed his only Son aloud.\n\n4 With shining face and bright array\nChrist deigns to manifest to-day,\nWhat glory shall be theirs above\nWho joy in God with perfect love.\n\n     Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851.\n\n\n114     Bavaria. 8s & 7s D.\n\n_Christ Our Example._     (251)\n\nEver would I fain be reading,\n  In the ancient holy Book,\nOf my Savior's gentle pleading,\n  Truth in ev'ry word and look.\nHow to all the sick and tearful\n  Help was ever gladly shown;\nHow he sought the poor and fearful,\n  Called them brothers and his own.\n\n2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him,\n  And was bidden to depart;\nHow, with gentle words he taught him,\n  Took the death from out his heart.\nStill I read the ancient story,--\n  And my joy is ever new,--\nHow for us he left his glory,\n  How he still is kind and true.\n\n3 How the flock he gently leadeth,\n  Whom his Father gave him here;\nHow his arms he widely spreadeth,\n  To his heart to draw us near.\nLet me kneel, my Lord! before thee,\n  Let my heart in tears o'erflow,\nMelted by thy love adore thee,\n  Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe.\n\n     Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829.\n     Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858\n\n\n115     Heber. C.M.\n\n_The Example of Christ._     (236)\n\nBehold where, in the Friend of man,\n  Appears each grace divine!\nThe virtues all in Jesus meet,\n  With mildest radiance shine.\n\n2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,\n  To give the mourner joy,\nTo preach glad tidings to the poor,\n  Was his divine employ.\n\n3 In the last hour of deep distress,\n  Before his Father's throne,\nWith soul resigned, he bowed, and said,\n  \"Thy will, not mine, be done!\"\n\n4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,\n  His image may we bear;\nOh, may we tread his sacred steps,\n  And his bright glories share.\n\n     William Endfield, 1802.\n\n\n116     Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M.\n\n_Christ's Love._\n\nIn vain in high and holy lays\nMy soul her grateful voice would raise;\nFor who can sing the worthy praise\nOf the wonderful love of Jesus?\n\nCho.--Wonderful love! wonderful love!\n        Wonderful love of Jesus!\n      Wonderful love! wonderful love!\n        Wonderful love of Jesus!\n\n2 A joy by day, a peace by night,\nIn storms a calm, in darkness light;\nIn pain a balm, in weakness might,\nIs the wonderful love of Jesus.\n\n3 My hope for pardon when I call,\nMy trust for lifting when I fall;\nIn life, in death, my all in all,\nIs the wonderful love of Jesus.\n\n     E.S. Lorenz.\n\n\n117     Olive's Brow. L.M.\n\n_Christ in Gethsemane._     (253)\n\n'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow\n  The star is dimmed that lately shone;\n'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,\n  The suffering Savior prays alone.\n\n2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,\n  The Savior wrestles lone with fears;\nE'en that disciple whom he loved\n  Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.\n\n3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt\n  The man of sorrows weeps in blood;\nYet he that hath in anguish knelt\n  Is not forsaken by his God.\n\n4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains\n  Is borne the song that angels know;\nUnheard by mortals are the strains\n  That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.\n\n     W.B. Tappan, 1822.\n\n\n118     Windham. L.M.\n\n_\"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?\"_     (256)\n\nFrom Calvary a cry was heard--\n  A bitter and heart-rending cry;\nMy Savior! ev'ry mournful word\n  Bespoke thy soul's deep agony\n\n2 A horror of great darkness fell\n  On thee, thou spotless holy One!\nAnd all the eager hosts of hell\n  Conspired to tempt God's only Son.\n\n3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,\n  These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;\nBut when Jehovah veiled his face,\n  Unutterable pangs were thine.\n\n4 Let the dumb world its silence break;\n  Let pealing anthems rend the sky;\nAwake, my sluggish soul, awake!\n  He died that we might never die.\n\n     John W. Cunningham, 1820.\n\n\n119     Zephyr. L.M.\n\n_Consecration in View of the Cross._     (261)\n\nWhen I survey the wondrous cross,\nOn which the Prince of Glory died,\nMy richest gain I count but loss,\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride.\n\n2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,\nSave in the death of Christ, my God;\nAll the vain things that charm me most,\nI sacrifice them to his blood.\n\n3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet\nSorrow and love flow mingled down;\nDid e'er such love and sorrow meet,\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?\n\n4 Were all the realms of nature mine,\nThat were a present far too small;\nLove so amazing, so divine.\nDemands my soul, my life, my all.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n120     Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double.\n\n     (300)\n\nO sacred head, now wounded!\nWith grief and shame weighed down,\nNow scornfully surrounded\nWith thorns, thine only crown;\nO sacred head, what glory,\nWhat bliss, till now, was thine!\nYet tho' despised and gory,\nI joy to call thee mine.\n\n2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered\nWas all for sinners' gain;\nMine, mine was the transgression,\nBut thine the deadly pain;\nLo! here I fall, my Savior!\n'Tis I deserve thy place;\nLook on me with thy favor;\nVouchsafe to me thy grace.\n\n3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,\nAbove all joys beside,\nWhen in thy body broken,\nI thus with safety hide;\nMy Lord of life! desiring\nThy glory now to see,\nBeside thy cross expiring,\nI'd breathe my soul to thee.\n\n     Paul Gerhardt, 1659.\n\n\n121     Avon. C.M.\n\n_Before the Cross._     (281)\n\nAlas! and did my Savior bleed?\n  And did my Sovereign die?\nWould he devote that sacred head\n  For such a worm as I?\n\n2 Was it for crimes that I have done\n  He groaned upon the tree?\nAmazing pity! grace unknown!\n  And love beyond degree!\n\n3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,\n  And shut his glories in,\nWhen Christ, the mighty Maker, died\n  For man, the creature's sin!\n\n4 Thus might I hide my blushing face\n  While his dear cross appears;\nDissolve my heart in thankfulness,\n  And melt mine eyes to tears.\n\n5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay\n  The debt of love I owe;\nHere, Lord, I give myself away;\n  'Tis all that I can do.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\nCho.--Jesus died for you,\n      And Jesus died for me,\n      Yes, Jesus died for all mankind;\n      Bless God, salvation's free.\n\nCho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own,\n        And ever faithful be;\n      And when thou sittest on thy throne.\n        O Lord, remember me.\n\n\n122     Avon. C.M.\n\n_Jesus Died for Me._\n\nGreat God, when I approach thy throne\n  And all thy glory see;\nThis is my stay, and this alone,\n  That Jesus died for me.\n\n2 How can a soul condemned to die,\n  Escape the just decree?\nHelpless and full of sin am I,\n  But Jesus died for me.\n\n3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,\n  Oh, how can I get free?\nNo peace can all my efforts gain,\n  But Jesus died for me.\n\n4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,\n  This must be all my plea;\nSave me by thy almighty grace,\n  For Jesus died for me.\n\n     W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877.\n\n\n123     Cowper. C.M.\n\n_Contrition at the Cross._     (283)\n\nO Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,\n  While at thy cross I kneel,\nGaze on thy wounded, fainting head,\n  And all thy sorrows feel.\n\n2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,\n  This heart so hard before;\nI hear thee for the guilty plead,\n  And grief o'erflows the more.\n\n3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,\n  And I a sinner stand;\nWhat love speaks from thy dying eye,\n  And from each pierced hand!\n\n4 I know this cleansing blood of thine\n  Was shed, dear Lord, for me;\nFor me, for all--oh, grace divine!--\n  Who look by faith on thee.\n\n     Ray Palmer, 1867.\n\n\n124     Cowper. C.M.\n\n_Resting Beneath the Cross._     (277)\n\nOppressed with noon-day's scorching heat,\n  To yonder cross I flee;\nBeneath its shelter take my seat:\n  No shade like this for me!\n\n2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst,\n  A fountain sparkling free;\nAnd there I quench my desert thirst:\n  No spring like this for me!\n\n3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent\n  Beneath this spreading tree;\nHere shall my pilgrim life be spent:\n  No home like this for me!\n\n4 For burdened ones a resting-place\n  Beside that cross I see;\nHere I cast off my weariness:\n  No rest like this for me!\n\n     H. Bonar, 1857.\n\n\n125     The Cross. C.M.\n\n_The Precious Love._     (530)\n\nThe cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross!\n  The hallowed cross I see;\nReminding me of precious blood\n  That once was shed for me.\n\nCho.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood,\n        That Jesus shed for me;\n      Upon the cross, in crimson flood,\n        Just now by faith I see.\n\n2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross,\n  My Savior bore for me;\nIt bowed him to the earth with grief\n  On sad Mount Calvary\n\n3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds;\n  Oh, they were made for me!\nHis hands and feet, his holy head,\n  All pierced and torn I see.\n\n4 The death, the death, the awful death!\n  That Jesus died for me;\nI heard his groans, his prayer, \"Forgive,\"\n  His bleeding side I see.\n\n5 The love, the love, the matchless love,\n  That bled upon the tree!\nIt melts my heart, it wins my love,\n  It brings me, Lord, to thee.\n\n     J.H. Stockton.\n\n\n126     Gorton. S.M.\n\n_Our Ransom Paid._     (296)\n\nOur sins on Christ were laid;\n  He bore the mighty load;\nOur ransom price he fully paid\n  In groans, and tears, and blood.\n\n2 To save a world he dies;\n  Sinners, behold the Lamb!\nTo him lift up your longing eyes;\n  Seek mercy in his name.\n\n3 Pardon and peace abound;\n  He will your sins forgive;\nSalvation in his name is found,--\n  He bids the sinner live.\n\n4 Jesus, we look to thee;--\n  Where else can sinners go?\nThy boundless love shall set us free\n  From wretchedness and woe.\n\n     J. Fawcett, 1760.\n\n\n127     Gorton. S.M.\n\n_For Me He Died._     (300)\n\nAre there no wounds for me?\n  Hast thou received them all?\nHow can I, Lord, the anguish see,\n  Beneath which thou didst fall?\n\n2 'Tis over now, I know,--\n  That suffering life of thine;\nThy precious blood has ceased to flow,\n  Thou wear'st thy crown divine;\n\n3 But yet, I weeping see\n  The thorns which pierced thy head;\nThou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,\n  For me to death thou'rt led!\n\n4 Meekly, with love divine,\n  Thy holy head is bent,\nAnd streams of blood, for sins of mine,\n  Flow where thy side is rent.\n\n5 Beneath this sacred flood\n  I bow my sinful soul;\nDear Savior, let thy precious blood\n  Wash me and make me whole.\n\n     Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868.\n\n\n128     Owen. S.M.\n\n_The Savior's Tears._     (298)\n\nDid Christ o'er sinners weep,\n  And shall our cheeks be dry?\nLet floods of penitential grief\n  Burst forth from every eye.\n\n2 The Son of God in tears--\n  The wondering angels see!\nBe thou astonished, O my soul!\n  He shed those tears for thee.\n\n3 He wept--that we might weep--\n  Each sin demands a tear;\nIn heaven alone no sin is found,\n  And there's no weeping there.\n\n     Benjamin Beddome, 1787.\n\n\n129     Toplady. 7s, 6.\n\n_Rock of Ages._     (515)\n\nRock of ages, cleft for me!\nLet me hide myself in thee:\nLet the water and the blood,\nFrom thy side a healing flood,\nBe of sin the double cure;\nSave from wrath and make me pure.\n\n2 Should my tears forever flow,\nShould my zeal no languor know,\nAll for sin could not atone;\nThou must save, and thou alone;\nIn my hand no price I bring;\nSimply to thy cross I cling.\n\n3 While I draw this fleeting breath,\nWhen mine eyelids close in death,\nWhen I rise to worlds unknown,\nSee thee on thy judgment throne--\nRock of Ages cleft for me,\nLet me hide myself in thee.\n\n     Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.\n\nCho.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me,\n      Let me hide myself in thee,\n      Let me hide myself in thee.\n\n130     Salvator Mundi. 7s. D.\n\n_The Litany._     (513)\n\nBy thy birth, and by thy tears;\nBy thy human griefs and fears;\nBy thy conflict in the hour\nOf the subtle tempter's power--\nSavior, look with pitying eye;\nSavior, help me, or I die.\n\n2 By the tenderness that wept\nO'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;\nBy the bitter tears that flow'd\nOver Salem's lost abode--\nSavior, look with thy pitying eye;\nSavior, help me, or I die.\n\n3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;\nBy the fearful conflict there;\nBy thy cross and dying cries;\nBy thy one great sacrifice,--\nSavior, look with pitying eye;\nSavior, help me, or I die.\n\n4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;\nBy thy power the lost to save;\nBy thy high, majestic throne;\nBy the empire all thine own,--\nSavior, look with pitying eye;\nSavior, help me, or I die.\n\n     Sir Robert Grant, 1815.\n\n\n131     Rathbun. 8s &7s.\n\n_Glorying in the Cross._    (979)\n\nIn the cross of Christ I glory,\n  Towering o'er the wrecks of time;\nAll the light of sacred story\n  Gathers round its head sublime.\n\n2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,\n  Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,\nNever shall the cross forsake me;\n  Lo! it glows with peace and joy.\n\n3 When the sun of bliss is beaming\n  Light and love upon my way,\nFrom the cross the radiance streaming\n  Adds more luster to the day.\n\n4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure\n  By the cross are sanctified;\nPeace is there, that knows no measure,\n  Joys that through all time abide.\n\n     Sir John Bowring, 1825.\n\n\n132     Rathbun. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Looking to the Cross._     (980)\n\nSweet the moments, rich in blessing,\n  Which before the cross I spend,\nLife, and health, and peace possessing,\n  From the sinner's dying Friend!\n\n2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing\n  Mercy's streams in streams of blood:\nPrecious drops, my soul bedewing,\n  Plead, and claim my peace, with God.\n\n3 Truly blessed is this station,\n  Low before the cross to lie,\nWhile I see divine compassion\n  Floating in his languid eye.\n\n4 Here it is I find my heaven,\n  While upon the Lamb I gaze;\nLove I much?--I've much forgiven,--\n  I'm a miracle of grace.\n\n5 Love and grief my heart dividing,\n  With my tears his feet I'll bathe;\nConstant still in faith abiding,--\n  Life deriving from his death.\n\n     James Allen, 1761.\n     Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176.\n\n\n133     Rathbun. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Price of Salvation._\n\nWhen I view my Savior bleeding,\n  For my sins upon the tree;\nOh, how wondrous!--how exceeding\n  Great his love appears to me!\n\n2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.\n  To impede his labors, came;\nYet they all could not extinguish\n  Love's eternal, burning flame.\n\n3 Now redemption is completed,\n  Full salvation is procured;\nDeath and Satan are defeated,\n  By the sufferings he endured.\n\n4 Now the gracious Mediator,\n  Risen to the courts of bliss,\nClaims for me, a sinful creature,\n  Pardon, righteousness, and peace!\n\n5 Sure, such infinite affection\n  Lays the highest claims to mine;\nAll my powers, without exception,\n  Should in fervent praises join.\n\n6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;\n  Form me for thyself alone;\nI am thy most costly purchase,--\n  Take possession of thine own.\n\n     R. Lee.\n\n\n134     What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M.\n\n_Return for Christ's Sufferings._\n\nI gave my life for thee,\nMy precious blood I shed,\nThat thou mightst ransomed be,\nAnd quickened from the dead;\nI gave, I gave my life for thee,\nWhat hast thou given for me?\n\n2 My Father's house of light,\nMy glory-circled throne,\nI left for earthly night,\nFor wand'rings sad and lone;\nI left, I left it all for thee,\nHast thou left aught for me?\n\n3 I suffered much for thee,\nMore than thy tongue can tell,\nOf bitterest agony,\nTo rescue thee from hell;\nI've borne, I've borne it all for thee,\nWhat hast thou borne for me?\n\n4 And I have brought to thee,\nDown from my home above,\nSalvation full and free,\nMy pardon and my love;\nI bring, I bring rich gifts to thee,\nWhat hast thou brought to me?\n\n     Frances R. Havergal.\n\n\n135     Come to the Cross. P.M.\n\n_Blessing at the Cross._\n\nCome to the cross, where the Savior died,\nLook to the Lamb that was crucified;\nTurn to the mournful and tragic scene,\nGaze on the suffering Nazarene.\n\nCho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!\n      Look, for eternal life he will give.\n      Come to the cross, where the Savior died,\n      Look to the Lamb that was crucified.\n\n2 Fall at the feet of the dying One,\nTrust in the name of the Father's Son;\nWash in the fountain of Jesus' blood,\nSeek for thy cure in the healing flood.\n\n3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love,\nCherish the hope of a crown above;\nTaste of the sweetness of sins forgiven,\nLean on the promise of rest in heaven.\n\n     Rev. J.H. Martin.\n\n\n136     Near the Cross. P.M.\n\n_Near the Cross._\n\nJesus, keep me near the cross\n  There a precious fountain\nFree to all--a healing stream,\n  Flows from Calvary's mountain.\n\nCho.--In the cross, in the cross,\n        Be my glory ever,\n      Till my raptured soul shall find\n        Rest beyond the river.\n\n2 Near the cross, a trembling soul,\n  Love and mercy found me;\nThere the bright and morning star\n  Shed its beams around me.\n\n3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God,\n  Bring its scenes before me;\nHelp me walk from day to day,\n  With its shadows o'er me.\n\n4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait,\n  Hoping, trusting ever,\nTill I reach the golden strand,\n  Just beyond the river.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n137     Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.\n\n_Christ's Crucifixion._\n\nSaw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior,\nSaw ye my Savior and God?\nOh! he died on Calvary,\nTo atone for you and me,\nAnd to purchase our pardon with blood.\n\n2 He was extended, he was extended,\nPainfully nailed to the cross;\nHere he bowed his head and died;\nThus my Lord was crucified,\nTo atone for a world that was lost.\n\n3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!\nPrince, and the Author of peace!\nOh! he burst the bars of death,\nAnd, triumphant from the earth,\nHe ascended to mansions of bliss.\n\n4 There interceding, there interceding,\nPleading that sinners may live;\nCrying, \"Father, I have died;\nOh, behold my hands and side!\nOh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!\"\n\n5 \"I will forgive them, I will forgive them\nWhen they repent and believe;\nLet them now return to thee,\nAnd be reconciled to me,\nAnd salvation they all shall receive.\"\n\n\n138     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._     (264)\n\nDeep in our hearts let us record\nThe deeper sorrows of our Lord;\nBehold the rising billows roll,\nTo overwhelm his holy soul.\n\n2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love\nHave made the curse a blessing prove;\nThose dreadful sufferings of thy Son\nAtoned for sins that we have done.\n\n3 The pangs of our expiring Lord\nThe honors of thy law restored;\nHis sorrows made thy justice known.\nAnd paid for follies not his own.\n\n4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive,\nAnd let the mourning sinner live;\nThe Lord will hear us in his name,\nNor shall our hope be turned to shame.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n139     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Peace and Safety at the Cross._     (265)\n\nBeneath thy cross I lay me down,\nAnd mourn to see thy bloody crown;\nLove drops in blood from every vein;\nLove is the spring of all thy pain.\n\n2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay,\nAnd spend my longing hours away;\nThink on thy bleeding wounds and pain,\nAnd contemplate thy woes again.\n\n3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!\nWhere inward fears are all suppressed;\nHere I shall love, and live secure,\nAnd patiently my cross endure.\n\n     Wm. Williams.\n\n\n140     Baca.   L.M.\n\n_Thanks to Jesus for His Love._     (270)\n\nO love! who gav'st thy life for me,\n  And won an everlasting good\nThrough thy sore anguish on the tree,\n  I ever think upon thy blood!\n\n2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved\n  For this cold heart, unworthy thine,\nWhom the cold grave and death received,\n  I thank thee for that grief divine.\n\n3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die\n  To win eternal life for me,\nTo bring salvation from on high:\n  Oh, draw me up through love to thee!\n\n     From the German. Author unknown.\n\n\n141     Woodstock. C.M.\n\n_Christ's Triumph over Death._     (309)\n\nThe morning purples all the sky,\n  The air with praises rings;\nDefeated hell stands sullen by,\n  The world exulting sings.\n\n2 While he, the King all strong to save,\n  Rends the dark doors away,\nAnd through the breaches of the grave\n  Strides forth into the day.\n\n3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison\n  Past fettered he has lain;\nBut he has mastered death, is risen,\n  And death wears now the chain.\n\n4 The shining angels cry, \"Away\n  With grief; no spices bring;\nNot tears, but songs, this joyful day,\n  Should greet the rising King!\"\n\n     Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867.\n\n\n142     Warwick. C.M.\n\n_Resurrection and Ascension._     (311)\n\nHosanna to the Prince of Light,\n  Who clothed himself in clay,\nEntered the iron gates of death,\n  And tore the bars away.\n\n2 Death is no more the king of dread,\n  Since our Immanuel rose;\nHe took the tyrant's sting away,\n  And spoiled our hellish foes.\n\n3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft\n  And to his Father flies,\nWith scars of honor in his flesh,\n  And triumph in his eyes.\n\n4 There our exalted Savior reigns,\n  And scatters blessings down;\nOur Jesus fills the middle seat\n  Of the celestial throne.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n143     Nuremburg. 7s.\n\n_The Lord is Risen._     (322)\n\nChrist, the Lord, is risen to-day,\nSons of men and angels say:\nRaise your joys and triumphs high;\nSing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.\n\n2 Love's redeeming work is done;\nFought the fight; the battle won:\nLo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;\nLo! he sets in blood no more.\n\n3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--\nChrist hath burst the gates of hell;\nDeath in vain forbids his rise--\nChrist hath opened paradise.\n\n4 Lives again our glorious King:\nWhere, O death, is now thy sting?\nOnce he died our souls to save:\nWhere's thy victory, boasting grave?\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1739.\n\n\n144     Pleyel's Hymn. 7s.\n\n_Resurrection and Ascension._     (325)\n\nAngel! roll the rock away;\nDeath! yield up thy mighty prey;\nSee! he rises from the tomb,\nGlowing with immortal bloom.\n\n2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise\nFame's eternal trump of praise:\nLet the world's remotest bound\nHear the joy-inspiring sound.\n\n3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,\nLet the strains be sweet and strong;\nShout the Son of God, this morn\nFrom his sepulcher new-born.\n\n4 Heaven displays her portals wide;\nGlorious Hero! through them ride!\nKing of glory! mount the throne--\nThy great Father's and thine own.\n\n     Thomas Scott, 1772.\n\n\n145     Hudson. S.M.\n\n_The Lord is Risen._     (313)\n\n'\"The Lord is risen indeed!\"\n  The grave hath lost its prey;\nWith him shall rise the ransomed seed\n  To reign in endless day.\n\n2 \"The Lord is risen indeed!\"\n  He lives to die no more;\nHe lives his people's cause to plead,\n  Whose curse and shame he bore.\n\n3 \"The Lord is risen indeed!\"\n  Attending angels hear;\nUp to the courts of heaven with speed,\n  The joyful tidings bear.\n\n4 Then take your golden lyres,\n  And strike each cheerful chord;\nJoin all the bright celestial choirs,\n  To sing our risen Lord.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1804.\n\n\n146     Mendon. L.M.\n\n_Exaltation of Christ._     (318)\n\nNow for a tune of lofty praise\nTo great Jehovah's equal Son;\nAwake, my voice, in heavenly lays,\nAnd tell the wonders he hath done.\n\n2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,\nAnd those bright robes he wore above;\nHow swift and joyful was his flight,\nOn wings of everlasting love.\n\n3 Among a thousand harps and songs,\nJesus, the God, exalted reigns;\nHis sacred name fills all their tongues\nAnd echoes through the heavenly plains.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n147     Mendon. L.M.\n\n_The Lord is Risen Indeed._    (319)\n\nThe morning kindles all the sky;\nThe heavens resound with anthems high;\nThe shining angels, as they speed,\nProclaim, \"The Lord is risen indeed.\"\n\n2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred\nWhile Roman guards kept watch and ward;\nMajestic from the spoiled tomb,\nIn pomp of triumph he has come!\n\n3 When the amazed disciples heard,\nTheir hearts with speechless joy were stirred;\nTheir Lord's beloved face to see,\nEager they haste to Galilee.\n\n4 His pierced hands to them he shows;\nHis face with love's own radiance glows;\nThey with the angel's message speed,\nAnd shout, \"The Lord is risen indeed!\"\n\n     Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.\n\n\n148     Harmony Grove. L.M.\n\n_Christ the Unsetting Sun._    (320)\n\nHail! morning known among the blest,\n  Morning of hope, and joy, and love,\nOf heavenly peace, and holy rest,\n  Pledge of the endless rest above.\n\n2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,\n  Who from the dead hath brought his Son;\nHope to the lost was then restored,\n  And everlasting glory won.\n\n3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye\n  When our Immanuel left the dead;\nFaith marked his bright ascent on high,\n  And hope with gladness raised her head.\n\n     E. Wardlaw, 1814.\n\n\n149     Baltzell. L.M.\n\n_My Redeemer Lives._\n\nI know that my Redeemer lives!\nWhat comfort this sweet sentence gives;\nHe lives, he lives, who once was dead;\nHe lives, my ever-living Head.\n\n2 He lives, to bless me with his love;\nHe lives, to plead for me above;\nHe lives, my hungry soul to feed;\nHe lives, to bless in time of need;\n\n3 He lives, to grant me rich supply;\nHe lives, to guide me with his eye;\nHe lives, to comfort me when faint;\nHe lives, to hear my soul's complaint;\n\n4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend;\nHe lives, and loves me to the end;\nHe lives, and while he lives I'll sing;\nHe lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.\n\n5 He lives, all glory to his name!\nHe lives, my Savior still the same--\nOh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:\nI know that my Redeemer lives.\n\n     Samuel Medley, 1789.\n\n\n150     Dort. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Glorious Conqueror._     (329)\n\nRise, glorious Conqueror, rise,\nInto thy native skies,\n  Assume thy right;\nAnd where, in many a fold,\nThe clouds are backward rolled;\nPass thro' these gates of gold,\n  And reign in light.\n\n2 Victor o'er death and hell,\nCherubic legions swell\n  The radiant strain;\nPraises all heav'n inspire;\nEach angel sweeps his lyre,\nAnd claps his wings of fire;\n  Thou Lamb, once slain.\n\n3 Enter, incarnate God!\nNo feet but thine have trod\n  The serpent down;\nBlow the full trumpets, blow!\nWider your portals throw!\nSavior, triumphant, go\n  And take thy crown.\n\n4 Lion of Judah, hail!\nAnd let thy name prevail\n  From age to age;\nLord of the rolling years,\nClaim for thine own the spheres,\nFor thou hast bought with tears\n  Thine heritage.\n\n     Matthew Bridges, 1848.\n\n\n151     Harwell. 8s & 7s.  D.\n\n_Jesus Reigns._     (354)\n\nHark! ten thousand harps and voices\n  Sound the note of praise above;\nJesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;\n  Jesus reigns, the God of love;\nSee, he sits on yonder throne;\nJesus rules the world alone.\n\n2 King of glory! reign forever--\n  Thine an everlasting crown;\nNothing, from thy love, shall sever\n  Those whom thou hast made thine own;\nHappy objects of thy grace,\nDestined to behold thy face.\n\n3 Savior! hasten thine appearing;\n  Bring, oh, bring the glorious day\nWhen, the awful summons hearing,\n  Heaven and earth shall pass away;--\nThen, with golden harps, we'll sing,--\n\"Glory to our King!\"\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1806.\n\n\n152     Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_The Return to Heaven._    (353)\n\nJesus comes, his conflict over,--\n  Comes to claim his great reward;\nAngels round the Victor hover,\n  Crowding to behold their Lord;\nHaste, ye saints! your tribute bring,\nCrown him, everlasting King.\n\n2 Yonder throne for him erected,\n  Now becomes the Victor's seat;\nLo, the man on earth rejected!\n  Angels worship at his feet:\nHaste, ye saints! your tribute bring,\nCrown him, everlasting King.\n\n3 Day and night they cry before him,--\n  \"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!\"\nAll the powers of heaven adore him,\n  All obey his sovereign word;\nHaste, ye saints! your tribute bring,\nCrown him, everlasting King.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1804.\n\n\n153     Harwell. 8s & 7s.  D.\n\n_We Live in Him._     (333)\n\nSee, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,\n  See the King in royal state,\nRiding on the clouds, his chariot,\n  To his heavenly palace gate!\nHark! the choirs of angel voices\n  Joyful hallelujahs sing,\nAnd the portals high are lifted\n  To receive their heavenly King.\n\n2 Who is this that comes in glory,\n  With the trump of jubilee?\nLord of battles, God of armies,\n  He has gained the victory;\nHe, who on the cross did suffer,\n  He, who from the grave arose,\nHe has vanquished sin and Satan,\n  He by death has spoiled his foes.\n\n3 Thou hast raised our human nature,\n  On the clouds to God's right hand;\nThere we sit in heavenly places,\n  There with thee in glory stand;\nJesus reigns, adored by angels;\n  Man with God is on the throne;\nMighty Lord! in thine ascension,\n  We by faith behold our own.\n\n     Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.\n\n\n154     Coronation. C.M.\n\n_Crown Him Lord of All._    (336)\n\nAll hail the power of Jesus' name,\n  Let angels prostrate fall;\nBring forth the royal diadem,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,\n  Who fixed this earthly ball;\nNow hail the strength of Israel's might,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,\n  Ye ransomed from the fall,\nHail him who saves you by his grace,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget\n  The wormwood and the gall;\nGo, spread your trophies at his feet,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n5 Let every kindred, every tribe\n  On this terrestrial ball,\nTo him all majesty ascribe,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n6 O that with yonder sacred throng\n  We at his feet may fall!\nWe'll join the everlasting song,\n  And crown him Lord of all.\n\n     Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780.\n\n\n155     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_The Sympathy of Jesus._    (338)\n\nCome, let us join in songs of praise\n  To our ascended Priest;\nHe entered heaven with all our names\n  Engraven on his breast.\n\n2 Below he washed our guilt away,\n  By his atoning blood;\nNow he appears before the throne,\n  And pleads our cause with God.\n\n3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows\n  The weakness of our frame,\nAnd how to shield us from the foes\n  Which he himself o'ercame.\n\n4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,\n  Nor blush to wear his name;\nStill may our hearts hold fast his faith,\n  Our mouths his praise proclaim.\n\n     Anon. 1818.\n\n\n156     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_Perfect Through Suffering._   (337)\n\nThe head, that once was crowned with thorns,\n  Is crowned with glory now;\nA royal diadem adorns\n  The mighty Victor's brow.\n\n2 The highest place that heaven affords\n  Is his--is his by right;\n\"The King of kings, and Lord of lords,\"\n  And heaven's eternal Light.\n\n3 The joy of all who dwell above,\n  The joy of all below,\nTo whom he manifests his love,\n  And grants his name to know.\n\n4 To them the cross, with all its shame,\n  With all its grace, is given;\nTheir name--an everlasting name;\n  Their joy--the joy of heaven.\n\n5 They suffer with their Lord below,\n  They reign with him above;\nTheir profit and their joy--to know\n  The mystery of his love.\n\n6 The cross he bore is life and health--\n  Though shame and death to him;\nHis people's hope, his people's wealth,\n  Their everlasting theme.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1820.\n\n\n157     Elizabethtown. C.M.\n\n_Christ's Compassion to the Weak._     (341)\n\nWith joy we meditate the grace\n  Of our High Priest above;\nHis heart is made of tenderness,\n  His bowels melt with love.\n\n2 Touched with a sympathy within,\n  He knows our feeble frame;\nHe knows what sore temptations mean,\n  For he has felt the same.\n\n3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,\n  Poured out his cries and tears;\nAnd, in his measure, feels afresh\n  What every member bears.\n\n4 Then let our humble faith address\n  His mercy and his power;\nWe shall obtain delivering grace\n  In the distressing hour.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n158     The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.\n\n_The Lord is at Hand._\n\nThere's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky,\n  Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year,\nAnd the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh,\n  For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.\n\nCho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near;\n      Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!\n      Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll,\n      And the King in his glory shall appear.\n\n2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared,\n  And the looking for the Savior to appear,\nThat delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared,\n  For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.\n\n\n3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord,\n  For the King ere the kingdom must appear;\nHallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!\n  Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.\n\n4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long,\n  And the hearts of men are failing them for fear;\nLet us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song,\n  That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.\n\n     D. W. Whittle.\n\n\n159     Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Christ's Coming Desired._    (224)\n\nCome, thou long-expected Jesus!\n  Born to set thy people free!\nFrom our fears and sins release us,\n  Let us find our rest in thee.\n\n2 Israel's strength and consolation,\n  Hope of all the earth thou art;\nDear desire of ev'ry nation,\n  Joy of ev'ry longing heart.\n\n3 Born, thy people to deliver;\n  Born a child, and yet a King;\nBorn to reign in us forever,\n  Now thy gracious kingdom bring.\n\n4 By thine own eternal Spirit\n  Rule in all our hearts alone;\nBy thine all-sufficient merit\n  Raise us to thy glorious throne.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1744.\n\n\n\n160     The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s.\n\n_The Day of the Lord._\n\nOur Lord is now rejected,\n  And by the world disowned,\nBy the many still neglected,\n  And by the few enthroned,\nBut soon he'll come in glory,\n  The hour is drawing nigh,\n  For the crowning day is coming by and by.\n\nCho.--Oh, the crowning day is coming,\n        Is coming by and by,\n      When our Lord shall come in \"power,\"\n        And \"glory\" from on high.\n      Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,\n        Each waiting, watchful eye,\n        In the crowning day that's coming by and by.\n\n2 The heavens shall glow with splendor,\n  But brighter far than they\nThe saints shall shine in glory,\n  As Christ shall them array,\nThe beauty of the Savior,\n  Shall dazzle every eye,\n  In the crowning day that's coming by and by.\n\n3 Our pain shall then be over,\n  We'll sin and sigh no more,\nBehind us all of sorrow,\n  And nought but joy before,\nA joy in our Redeemer,\n  As we to him are nigh,\n  In the crowning day that's coming by and by.\n\n4 Let all that look for, hasten\n  The coming joyful day,\nBy earnest consecration,\n  To walk the narrow way.\nBy gathering in the lost ones,\n  For whom our Lord did die,\n  For the crowning day that's coming by and by.\n\n     D.W. Whittle\n\n\n161     Truro. L.M.\n\n_The Church Longing for Christ._     (907)\n\nJesus! thy church, with longing eyes\n  For thine expected coming waits;\nWhen will the promised light arise,\n  And glory beam from Zion's gates?\n\n2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,\n  And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,\nThy words with pleasure we recall,\n  And deem that our redemption's nigh.\n\n3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land;\n  Let Satan from his throne be hurled,\nAll nations bow to thy command,\n  And grace revive a dying world.\n\n4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,\n  To wait for the appointed hour;\nAnd fit us by thy grace to share,\n  The triumphs of thy conquering power.\n\n     William H. Bathurst, 1831.\n\n\n162     Middletown. 8s & 7s. D.\n_Crown Him Lord of All._     (615)\n\nCrown his head with endless blessing,\nWho, in God the Father's name,\nWith compassions never ceasing,\nComes salvation to proclaim.\nHail, ye saints, who know his favor,\nWho within his gates are found;\nHail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior,\nLet his courts with praise resound.\n\n2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;\nThee our Savior! thee our God!\nFrom his throne his beams of glory\nShine through all the world abroad.\nJesus, thee our Savior hailing\nThee our God in praise we own;\nHighest honors, never failing,\nRise eternal round thy throne.\n\n     William Goode, 1811.\n\n\n163     Abt. 8s & 7s.\n_Much Forgiven._     (616)\n\nHail! my ever blessed Jesus!\n  Only thee I wish to sing.\nTo my soul, thy name is precious,\n  Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.\n\n2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!\n  Oh! what joy and happiness!\nLove I much? I've much forgiven;\n  I'm a miracle of grace.\n\n3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,\n  Unconcerned in sin I lay;\nSwift destruction still pursuing,\n  Till my Savior passed that way\n\n4 Witness, all ye host of heaven!\n  My Redeemer's tenderness;\nLove I much? I've much forgiven;\n  I'm a miracle of grace.\n\n5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir!\n  Praise the Lamb enthroned above;\nWhilst, astonished, I admire\n  God's free grace, and boundless love.\n\n6 That blest moment I received him,\n  Filled my soul with joy and peace:\nLove I much? I've much forgiven;\n  I'm a miracle of grace.\n\n     John Wingrove, 1806.\n\n\n164     Olivet. 6s & 4s.\n_Veni, Sancte Spiritus!_     (386)\n\nCome, Holy Ghost! in love,\nShed on us, from above,\n  Thine own bright ray:\nDivinely good thou art;\nThy sacred gifts impart,\nTo gladden each sad heart;\n  Oh! come to-day!\n\n2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,\nOur most delightful Guest!\n  With soothing power;\nRest, which the weary know;\nShade, 'mid the noontide glow;\nPeace, when deep griefs o'erflow;\n  Cheer us, this hour!\n\n3 Come, Light serene, and still\nOur inmost bosoms fill;\n  Dwell in each breast:\nWe know no dawn but thine;\nSend forth thy beams divine,\nOn our dark souls to shine,\n  And make us blest.\n\n4 Exalt our low desires;\nExtinguish passion's fires;\n  Heal every wound;\nOur stubborn spirits bend;\nOur icy coldness end;\nOur devious steps attend,\n  While heavenward bound.\n\n     Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858.\n\n\n\n165     Olivet. 6s & 4s.\n\n_The Spirit of Truth._     (387)\n\nThou! whose almighty word\nChaos and darkness heard,\n  And took their flight,\nHear us, we humbly pray,\nAnd, where the gospel's day\nSheds not its glorious ray,\n  \"Let there be light!\"\n\n2 Thou! who didst come to bring,\nOn thy redeeming wing,\n  Healing and sight,\nHealth to the sick in mind,\nSight to the inly blind;--\nOh! now to all mankind,\n  \"Let there be light!\"\n\n3 Spirit of truth and love,\nLife-giving holy Dove!\n  Speed forth thy flight:\nMove o'er the water's face,\nBearing the lamp of grace,\nAnd, in earth's darkest place,\n  \"Let there be light!\"\n\n     John Marriott, 1813.\n\n\n166     Balerma. C.M.\n\n_Breathing after the Holy Spirit._     (363)\n\nCome, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!\n  With all thy quickening powers,--\nKindle a flame of sacred love,\n  In these cold hearts of ours.\n\n2 Look--how we grovel here below,\n  Fond of these trifling toys!\nOur souls, how heavily they go,\n  To reach eternal joys.\n\n3 In vain we tune our formal songs,\n  In vain we strive to rise;\nHosannas languish on our tongues,\n  And our devotion dies.\n\n4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,\n  At this poor dying rate?\nOur love so faint, so cold to thee,\n  And thine to us so great?\n\n5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove\n  With all thy quickening powers;\nCome, shed abroad a Savior's love,\n  And that shall kindle ours.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n167     Balerma. C.M.\n\n_The Source of Life and Light._     (364)\n\nGreat Spirit! by whose mighty power\n  All creatures live and move,\nOn us thy benediction shower;\n  Inspire our souls with love.\n\n2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;\n  Darkness and doubt dispel;\nGive peace and joy, for we are thine;\n  In us forever dwell.\n\n3 From death to life our spirits raise;\n  Complete redemption bring;\nNew tongues impart to speak the praise\n  Of Christ, our God and King.\n\n4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown\n  To all the world beside;\nExalting, then, we feel, and own\n  Our Jesus glorified.\n\n     Thomas Howels, 1792.\n\n\n\n168     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_The Descent of the Spirit._     (369)\n\nSpirit Divine! attend our prayers,\n  And make this house thy home;\nDescend with all thy gracious powers,\n  Oh, come, great Spirit! come.\n\n2 Come as the light; to us reveal\n  Our emptiness and woe;\nAnd lead us in those paths of life\n  Where all the righteous go.\n\n3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts,\n  Like sacrificial flame;\nLet our whole soul an offering be\n  To our Redeemer's name.\n\n4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings,\n  The wings of peaceful love;\nAnd let thy church on earth become\n  Blessed as the church above.\n\n5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound\n  And pentecostal grace;\nThat all, of woman born, may see\n  The glory of thy face.\n\n     Andrew Reed, 1841.\n\n\n169     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_Assurance._\n\nWhy should the children of a King\n  Go mourning all their days?\nGreat Comforter, descend, and bring\n  Some tokens of thy grace.\n\n2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,\n  And seal the heirs of heaven?\nWhen wilt thou banish my complaints,\n  And show my sins forgiven?\n\n3 Assure my conscience of her part\n  In the Redeemer's blood;\nAnd bear thy witness with my heart,\n  That I am born of God.\n\n4 Thou art the earnest of his love,\n  The pledge of joys to come;\nAnd thy soft wings, celestial Dove,\n  Will safe convey me home.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n170     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_The Spirit's Work._     (366)\n\nEternal Spirit! by whose power\n  Are burst the bands of death,\nOn our cold hearts thy blessings shower,\n  And stir them with thy breath.\n\n2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way,\n  Each rising fear control,\nAnd, with a warm, enlivening ray,\n  To melt the icy soul.\n\n3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed,\n  To raise us when we fall;\nTo calm the doubting, troubled breast,\n  And aid when sinners call.\n\n4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word,\n  And write it on our heart;\nThere its reviving truths record,\n  And there its peace impart.\n\n5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus\n  Our hearts, and guide our ways;\nPour down thy quickening grace on us,\n  And tune our lips to praise.\n\n     Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830.\n\n\n171     Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D.\n\n_The Guide._\n\nHoly Spirit, faithful Guide,\nEver near the Christian's side;\nGently lead us by the hand,\nPilgrims in a desert land;\nWeary souls fore'er rejoice,\nWhile they hear that sweetest voice\nWhisper softly, wanderer come!\nFollow me, I'll guide thee home.\n\n2 Ever present, truest Friend,\nEver near thine aid to lend,\nLeave us not to doubt and fear,\nGroping on in darkness drear,\nWhen the storms are raging sore,\nHearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er\nWhisper softly, wanderer come!\nFollow me, I'll guide thee home.\n\n3 When our days of toil shall cease,\nWaiting still for sweet release,\nNothing left but heaven and prayer,\nWondering if our names were there;\nWading deep the dismal flood,\nPleading nought but Jesus' blood,\nWhisper softly, wanderer come!\nFollow me, I'll guide thee home.\n\n     M.M. Wells.\n\n\n172     Pleyel. 7s.\n\n_The Holy Spirit in Conversion._     (383)\n\nGracious Spirit, love divine,\n  Let thy light within me shine;\nAll my guilty fears remove,\n  Fill me full of heaven and love.\n\n2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,\n  Set the burdened sinner free;\nLead me to the Lamb of God,\n  Wash me in his precious blood.\n\n3 Life and peace to me impart!\n  Seal salvation on my heart;\nBreathe thyself into my breast,\n  Earnest of immortal rest.\n\n4 Let me never from thee stray,\n  Keep me in the narrow way;\nFill my soul with joy divine,\n  Keep me, Lord, forever thine.\n\n     John Stocker, 1776.\n\n\n173     Zephyr. L.M.\n\n_The Descent of the Spirit._     (375)\n\nSpirit of pow'r, and truth, and love,\nWho sitt'st enthroned in light above!\nDescend, and bear us on thy wings,\nFar from these low and fleeting things.\n\n2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal,\n'Tis thine to make the hardened feel;\nThine to give light to blinded eyes,\nAnd bid the groveling spirit rise.\n\n3 When faith is weak, and courage fails,\nWhen grief or doubt our soul assails,\nWho can, like thee, our spirits cheer?\nGreat Comforter! be ever near.\n\n4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire;\nWith burning zeal our souls inspire;\nCome, like the south-wind, breathing balm,\nOur joys refresh, our passions calm.\n\n5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam;\nCome like the cooling, cleansing stream;\nWith all thy graces present be:--\nSpirit of God! we wait for thee.\n\n     William Lindsay Alexander, 1867.\n\n\n174     Whitefield. S.M.\n\n_The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence._    (378)\n\nCome, Holy Spirit, come;\n  Let thy bright beams arise,\nDispel the sorrow from our minds,\n  The darkness from our eyes.\n\n2 Revive our drooping faith,\n  Our doubts and fears remove,\nAnd kindle in our breasts the flame\n  Of never dying love.\n\n3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,\n  To sanctify the soul,\nTo pour fresh life in ev'ry part,\n  And new create the whole.\n\n4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts;\n  Our minds from bondage free.\nThen shall we know, and praise, and love,\n  The Father, Son, and thee.\n\n     Joseph Hart, 1759.\n\n\n175     Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Fullness of the Spirit._\n\nHover o'er me, Holy Spirit;\n  Bathe my trembling heart and brow;\nFill me with thy hallowed presence,\n  Come, oh, come and fill me now.\n\nCho.--Fill me now, fill me now;\n      Jesus, come, and fill me now;\n      Fill me with thy hallowed presence,\n      Come, oh, come, and fill me now.\n\n2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit,\n  Tho' I cannot tell thee how;\nBut I need thee, greatly need thee,\n  Come, oh, come, and fill me now.\n\n3 I am weakness, full of weakness;\n  At thy sacred feet I bow;\nBlest, divine, eternal Spirit,\n  Fill with power, and fill me now.\n\n4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me;\n  Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow;\nThou art comforting and saving,\n  Thou art sweetly filling now.\n\n     E.H. Stokes, D.D.\n\n\n176     Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Guide and Comforter._\n\nHoly Spirit, Fount of blessing,\n  Ever watchful, ever kind,\nThy celestial aid possessing,\n  Prisoned souls deliverance find.\n\n2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union,\n  Source of light, and Flame of love,\nSymbol of divine communion,\n  In the olive-bearing dove.\n\n3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error,\n  Comforter of minds distressed,\nWhen the billows fill with terror;\n  Pointing to an ark of rest.\n\n4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit,\n  Greater than all gifts below,\nMay our hearts thy grace inherit;\n  May our lips thy glories show!\n\n     Thomas J. Judkin.\n\n\n\n177     Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Source of Consolation._\n\nHoly Ghost, dispel our sadness;\n  Pierce the clouds of nature's night;\nCome, thou Source of joy and gladness,\n  Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.\n\n2 From the height which knows no measure,\n  As a gracious shower descend,\nBringing down the richest treasure\n  Man can wish, or God can send.\n\n3 Author of the new creation,\n  Come with unction and with power;\nMake our hearts thy habitation;\n  On our souls thy graces shower.\n\n4 Hear, O hear our supplication,\n  Blessed Spirit, God of peace!\nRest upon this congregation,\n  With the fullness of thy grace.\n\n     Paul Gerhardt, 1653.\n     Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt.\n\n\n178     Kentucky. S.M.\n\n_Guilt and Helplessness of Man._     (405)\n\nAh! how shall fallen man\n  Be just before his God?\nIf he contend in righteousness,\n  We fall beneath his rod.\n\n2 If he our ways should mark\n  With strict inquiring eyes,\nCould we for one of thousand faults\n  A just excuse devise?\n\n3 All-seeing, powerful God,\n  Who can with thee contend?\nOr who that tries the unequal strife,\n  Shall prosper in the end?\n\n4 Ah! how shall guilty man\n  Contend with such a God?\nNone, none can meet him and escape,\n  But through the Savior's blood.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n179     Kentucky. S.M.\n\n_An Evil Heart._     (406)\n\nAstonished and distressed,\n  I turn mine eyes within;\nMy heart with loads of guilt oppressed,\n  The source of every sin.\n\n2 What crowds of evil thoughts,\n  What vile affections there!\nEnvy and pride, deceit and guile,\n  Distrust and slavish fear.\n\n3 Almighty King of saints!\n  These tyrant lusts subdue;\nDrive the old serpent from his seat,\n  And all my powers renew.\n\n4 This done,--my cheerful voice\n  Shall loud hosannas raise;\nMy heart shall glow with gratitude,\n  My lips be filled with praise.\n\n     Benjamin Beddome, 1787.\n\n\n180     Olmutz. S.M.\n\n_The Reign of Sin._     (407)\n\nHow heavy is the night\n  That hangs upon our eyes,\nTill Christ with his reviving light\n  Over our souls arise.\n\n2 Our guilty spirits dread\n  To meet the wrath of heaven;\nBut, in his righteousness arrayed,\n  We see our sins forgiven.\n\n3 The powers of hell agree\n  To hold our souls in vain;\nHe sets the sons of bondage free,\n  And breaks the cursed chain.\n\n4 Lord, we adore thy ways\n  To bring us near to God,\nThy sovereign power, thy healing grace,\n  And thine atoning blood.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n181     Downs. C.M.\n\n_The Need of Regeneration._     (396)\n\nHow helpless guilty nature lies,\n  Unconscious of its load!\nThe heart, unchanged, can never rise\n  To happiness and God.\n\n2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,\n  The stubborn will subdue?\n'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,\n  To form the heart anew.\n\n3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,\n  And upward bid them rise;\nTo make the scales of error fall,\n  From reason's darkened eyes.\n\n4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,\n  And give them life divine;\nThen shall our passions and our powers,\n  Almighty Lord! be thine.\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760.\n\n\n182     Downs. C.M.\n\n_Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._     (397)\n\nHow sad our state by nature is!\n  Our sin--how deep it stains!\nAnd Satan binds our captive minds,\n  Fast in his slavish chains.\n\n2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace\n  Sounds from the sacred word;--\n\"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come\n  And trust a faithful Lord.\"\n\n3 My soul obeys the gracious call\n  And runs to this relief;\nI would believe thy promise, Lord!\n  Oh! help my unbelief.\n\n4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,\n  Incarnate God! I fly;\nHere let me wash my spotted soul,\n  From crimes of deepest dye.\n\n5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,\n  On thy kind arms I fall;\nBe thou my strength and righteousness\n  My Jesus, and my all.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n183     Downs. C.M.\n\n_Man's Need of the New Birth._     (400)\n\nSinners, this solemn truth regard,\n  Hear, all ye sons of men;\nFor Christ, the Savior, hath declared,\n  \"Ye must be born again.\"\n\n2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,\n  The sinner's boast is vain;\nThus saith the glorious Son of God,\n  \"Ye must be born again.\"\n\n3 That which is born of flesh is flesh,\n  And flesh it will remain:\nThen marvel not that Jesus saith,\n  \"Ye must be born again.\"\n\n4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,\n  And breathe on sinners slain:\nBear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,\n  That we are born again.\n\n     John Fawcett.\n\n\n184     Rockbridge. L.M.\n\n_Man's Need of Christ._     (402)\n\nBuried in shadows of the night\nWe lie, till Christ restores the light;\nTill he descends to heal the blind,\nAnd chase the darkness of the mind.\n\n2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,\nTill his atoning blood appears;\nThen we awake from deep distress,\nAnd sing the Lord our righteousness.\n\n3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,\nAnd binds his slaves in heavy chains;\nHe sets the prisoners free, and breaks\nThe iron bondage from our necks.\n\n4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess\nGrace, wisdom, power, and righteousness\nThou art our mighty all, and we\nGive our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n185     Melody. C.M.\n\n_Law and Grace._     (399)\n\nVain are the hopes, the sons of men\n  On their own works have built;\nTheir hearts by nature all unclean,\n  And all their actions, guilt.\n\n2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,\n  Without a murm'ring word;\nAnd the whole race of Adam stand\n  Guilty before the Lord.\n\n3 In vain we ask God's righteous law\n  To justify us now,\nSince to convince, and to condemn,\n  Is all the law can do.\n\n4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!\n  When in thy name we trust,\nOur faith receives a righteousness,\n  That makes the sinner just.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n186     Glorious Fountain. C.M.\n\n_Glorious Fountain._     (407)\n\nThere is a fountain filled with blood,\n  Drawn from Immanuel's veins,\nAnd sinners plunged beneath that flood,\n  Lose all their guilty stains.\n\nCho.--Oh, glorious fountain!\n        Here will I stay,\n      And in thee ever\n        Wash my sins away.\n\n2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,\n  That fountain in his day,\nAnd there may I, though vile as he,\n  Wash all my sins away.\n\n3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,\n  Shall never lose its power,\nTill all the ransomed church of God,\n  Are saved to sin no more.\n\n4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream\n  Thy flowing wounds supply,\nRedeeming love has been my theme,\n  And shall be till I die.\n\n5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue\n  Lies silent in the grave,\nThen in a nobler, sweeter song,\n  I'll sing thy power to save.\n\n     William Cowper, 1779.\n\n187     Siloam. C.M.\n\n_The All-Sufficient Grace._    (488)\n\nWhen wounded sore, the stricken soul\n  Lies bleeding and unbound:\nOne hand alone, a pierced hand,\n  Can heal the sinner's wound.\n\n2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,\n  And tears of anguish flow,\nOne heart alone, a broken heart,\n  Can feel the sinner's woe.\n\n3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,\n  His hand, that brings relief;\nHis heart, that's touched with all our joys,\n  And feeleth for our grief.\n\n4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!\n  Unseal that cleansing tide;\nWe have no shelter from our sin,\n  But in thy wounded side.\n\n     Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.\n\n\n188     Siloam. C.M.\n\n_Salvation._\n\nSalvation! oh, the joyful sound!\n  What pleasure to our ears;\nA sovereign balm for every wound,\n  A cordial for our fears.\n\n2 Salvation! let the echo fly\n  The spacious earth around,\nWhile all the armies of the sky\n  Conspire to raise the sound.\n\n3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!\n  To Thee the praise belongs:\nSalvation shall inspire our hearts,\n  And dwell upon our tongues.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n189     Dunbar. S.M.\n\n_All Invited._     (446)\n\nHow, vast, how full, how free,\n  The mercy of our God!\nProclaim the blessed news around,\n  And spread it all abroad.\n\nCho.--I'm glad salvation's free!\n      I'm glad salvation's free!\n      Salvation's free for you and me,\n      I'm glad salvation's free!\n\n2 How vast! \"whoever will\"\n  May drink at mercy's stream,\nAnd know that faith in Jesus brings\n  Salvation now to him.\n\n3 How full! it doth remove\n  The stain of every sin;\nAnd makes the soul as white and pure,\n  As though no sin had been.\n\n4 Poor trembling sinner, come!\n  God waits to comfort thee,\nCome, cast thyself upon his love,\n  So vast, so full, so free.\n\n     Vestry H. & T. Book.\n\n\n190     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_The Better Sacrifice._     (297)\n\nNot all the blood of beasts,\n  On Jewish altars slain,\nCould give the guilty conscience peace,\n  Or wash away the stain.\n\n2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,\n  Takes all our sins away;\nA sacrifice of nobler name,\n  And richer blood than they.\n\n3 My faith would lay her hand\n  On that dear head of Thine,\nWhile like a penitent I stand,\n  And there confess my sin.\n\n4 My soul looks back to see\n  The burden thou didst bear;\nWhile hanging on the cursed tree,\n  And knows her guilt was there.\n\n     Isaac Watts\n\n\n191     Jesus Saves. P.M.\n\n_Atonement for All._\n\nWe have heard the joyful sound,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nSpread the tidings all around,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nBear the news to ev'ry land,\n  Climb the steeps and cross the waves;\nOnward! 'tis our Lord's command;\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\n\n2 Waft it on the rolling tide,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nTell to sinners far and wide,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nSing, ye islands of the sea,\n  Echo back, ye ocean caves;\nEarth shall keep her jubilee;\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\n\n3 Sing above the battle strife,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nBy his death and endless life,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nSing it softly thro' the gloom,\n  When the heart for mercy craves;\nSing in triumph o'er the tomb,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\n\n4 Give the winds a mighty voice,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nLet the nations now rejoice,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\nShout salvation full and free,\n  Highest hills and deepest caves;\nThis our song of victory,\n  Jesus saves, Jesus saves!\n\n     Priscilla J. Owens.\n\n\n192     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_Ark of Salvation._\n\nLike Noah's weary dove\n  That soared the earth around,\nBut not a resting place above\n  The cheerless waters found,\n\n2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,\n  On restless wing to roam;\nAll the wide world, to either pole,\n  Has not for thee a home.\n\n3 Behold the ark of God,\n  Behold the open door;\nHasten to gain that dear abode,\n  And rove, my soul, no more.\n\n4 There safe thou shalt abide,\n  There sweet shall be thy rest,\nAnd every longing satisfied,\n  With full salvation blessed.\n\n     Wm. A. Muhlenberg.\n\n\n193     Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.\n\n_A Joyful Message._\n\nSinners Jesus will receive;\n  Sound this word of grace to all\nWho the heavenly pathway leave,\n  All who linger, all who fall.\n\nRef.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;\n     Christ receiveth sinful men,\n     Make the message clear and plain:\n     Christ receiveth sinful men.\n\n2 Come, and he will give you rest;\n  Trust him for his word is plain;\nHe will take the sinfulest;\n  Christ receiveth sinful men.\n\n3 Now my heart condemns me not,\n  Pure before the law I stand;\nHe who cleansed me from all spot,\n  Satisfied its last demand.\n\n4 Christ receiveth sinful men,\n  Even me with all my sin;\nPurged from every spot and stain,\n  Heaven with him I'll enter in.\n\n     Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.\n\n\n194     Depth of Mercy. 7s.\n\n_The Chief of Sinners_     (501)\n\nDepth of mercy! can there be\nMercy still reserved for me?\nCan my God his wrath forbear?\nMe, the chief of sinners, spare?\n\nCho.--God is love; I know, I feel;\n      Jesus weeps and loves me still;\n      Jesus weeps and loves me still.\n\n2 I have long withstood his grace,\nLong provoked him to his face;\nWould not hearken to his calls;\nGrieved him by a thousand falls.\n\n3 There for me the Savior stands;\nShows his wounds and spreads his hands;\nGod is love; I know, I feel;\nJesus weeps, and loves me still.\n\n4 Now incline me to repent;\nLet me now my fall lament;\nNow my foul revolt deplore;\nWeep, believe, and sin no more.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1740.\n\n\n195     Lenox. H.M.\n\n_The Jubilee Proclaimed._    (461)\n\nBlow ye the trumpet, blow!\n  The gladly solemn sound,\nLet all the nations know,\n  To earth's remotest bound,\nThe year of jubilee is come,\nReturn, ye ransomed sinners, home.\n\n2 Jesus, our great High Priest,\n  Hath full atonement made:\nYe weary spirits! rest,\n  Ye mournful souls! be glad;\nThe year of jubilee is come;\nReturn, ye ransomed sinners! home.\n\n3 Extol the Lamb of God,--\n  The all-atoning Lamb;\nRedemption in his blood,\n  Throughout the world, proclaim;\nThe year of jubilee is come;\nReturn, ye ransomed sinners! home.\n\n4 Ye, who have sold for naught\n  Your heritage above!\nShall have it back unbought,\n  The gift of Jesus' love;\nThe year of jubilee is come;\nReturn, ye ransomed sinners! home.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1755.\n\n\n196     Lenox. H. M.\n\n_The Sacrifice._\n\nArise, my soul, arise,\n  Shake off thy guilty fears;\nThe bleeding sacrifice\n  In my behalf appears;\nBefore the throne my Surety stands,\nMy name is written on his hands.\n\n2 He ever lives above,\n  For me to intercede;\nHis all-redeeming love,\n  His precious blood to plead;\nHis blood atoned for all our race,\nAnd sprinkles now the throne of grace.\n\n3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,\n  Received on Calvary;\nThey pour effectual prayers,\n  They strongly speak for me;\nForgive him, O forgive, they cry,\nNor let that ransomed sinner die.\n\n4 The Father hears him pray,\n  His dear Anointed One;\nHe cannot turn away\n  The presence of his Son;\nHis Spirit answers to the blood,\nAnd tells me I am born of God.\n\n5 My God is reconciled,\n  His pard'ning voice I hear,\nHe owns me for his child,\n  I can no longer fear;\nWith confidence I now draw nigh,\nAnd Father, Abba, Father, cry.\n\n\n197     All to Christ I Owe. 6s.\n\n_Jesus Paid It All._\n\nI hear the Savior say,\n  Thy strength indeed is small;\nChild of weakness, watch and pray,\n  Find in me thine all in all.\n\nCho.--Jesus paid it all,\n        All to him I owe;\n      Sin had left a crimson stain,\n        He washed it white as snow.\n\n2 Lord, now indeed I find\n  Thy power, and thine alone,\nCan change the leper's spots,\n  And melt the heart of stone.\n\n3 For nothing good have I\n  Whereby thy grace to claim--\nI'll wash my garment white\n  In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.\n\n4 When from my dying bed\n  My ransomed soul shall rise,\nThen \"Jesus paid it all\"\n  Shall rend the vaulted skies.\n\n5 And when before the throne\n  I stand in him complete,\nI'll lay my trophies down,\n  All down at Jesus' feet.\n\n     Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.\n\n\n198     All to Christ I Owe. 6s.\n\n_Rev. 22:17._     (479)\n\nCome to the blood-stained tree;\n  The Victim bleeding lies;\nGod sets the sinner free,\n  Since Christ, a ransom, dies.\n\n2 The Spirit will apply\n  His blood to cleanse thy stain;\nOh, burdened soul, draw nigh,\n  For none can come in vain!\n\n3 Dark though thy guilt appear,\n  And deep its crimson stain,\nThere's boundless mercy here,\n  Oh, do not still disdain.\n\n4 Look not within for peace,\n  Within, there's nought to cheer;\nLook up, and find release\n  From sin, and self, and fear.\n\n\n199     What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.\n\n_A Complete Atonement._\n\nChrist has for sin atonement made,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nWe are redeem'd, the price is paid,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\nCho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!\n      What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!\n\n2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nThat reconciled my soul to God,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\n3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nAnd now he reigns and rules therein,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\n4 He walks beside me in the way,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nAnd keeps me faithful day by day,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\n5 He gives me overcoming power,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nAnd triumph in each conflict hour,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\n6 To him I've given all my heart,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\nThe world shall never share a part,\n  What a wonderful Savior!\n\n     E. A. Hoffman.\n\n\n200     Wonderful Grace. P.M.\n\n_Divine Grace._\n\n'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,\n  This great salvation brings;\nThe soul, delivered of its load,\n  In sweetest rapture sings.\n\nCho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,\n      Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,\n      'Tis grace, 'tis grace,\n      Flowing still freely for me.\n\n2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,\n  Which saves the soul from sin,\nThe power of rising evil days,\n  And reigns supreme within.\n\n3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;\n  Its streams are full and free;\nAre flowing now for all the race,\n  They even flow to me.\n\n     Rev. W. H. Burrell.\n\n\n201     Seeking for Me. P.M.\n\n_Christ's Atoning Work._\n\nJesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,\nBorn in a manger to sorrow and shame;\nOh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,\n          Seeking for me, for me.\n\n2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree\nPaid the great debt, and my soul he set free;\nOh, it was wonderful, how could it be?\n          Dying for me, for me.\n\n3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,\nWhile I did wander afar from the fold,\nGently and long he hath plead with my soul,\n          Calling for me, for me.\n\n4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;\nSweet is the promise as weary years fly;\nOh, I shall see him descending the sky,\n          Coming for me, for me.\n\n     E. E. Hasty\n\n\n202     The Stranger at the Door. L.M.\n\n_At the Door._     (429)\n\nBehold a stranger at the door,\nHe gently knocks, has knocked before;\nHas waited long, is waiting still;\nYou treat no other friend so ill.\n\nCho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,\n      He'll cleanse the heart from sin,\n      Oh, keep him no more out at the door,\n      But let the dear Savior come in.\n\n2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands\nWith melting heart and loaded hands;\nOh, matchless kindness--and he shows\nThis matchless kindness to his foes.\n\n3 But will he prove a friend indeed?\nHe will--the very friend you need;\nThe Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.\nWith garments died on Calvary.\n\n4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,\nTurn out his enemy and thine;\nThat soul-destroying monster, sin,\nAnd let the heavenly stranger in.\n\n5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--\nHis feet, departed, ne'er return;\nAdmit him, or the hour's at hand\nYou'll at his door rejected stand.\n\n     Joseph Grigg, 1765.\n\n\n203     The Stranger at the Door. L.M.\n\n_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_   (430)\n\nOh, do not let the word depart,\n  And close thine eyes against the light;\nPoor-sinner, harden not thy heart;\n  Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?\n\n2 To-morrow's sun may never rise\n  To bless thy long-deluded sight;\nThis is the time, oh, then be wise!\n  Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?\n\n3 Our God in pity lingers still;\n  And wilt thou thus his love requite?\nRenounce at length thy stubborn will;\n  Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?\n\n4 The world has nothing left to give,\n  It has no new, no pure delight;\nOh, try the life which Christians live;\n  Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?\n\n\n204     Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.\n\n_Sinners, Turn!_\n\nSinners, turn; why will ye die?\nGod, your Maker, asks you why?\nGod, who did your being give,\nMade you with himself to live;\nHe the fatal cause demands;\nAsks the work of his own hands,--\nWhy, ye thankless creatures, why\nWill ye cross his love, and die?\n\n2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?\nGod, your Savior, asks you why?\nHe, who did your souls retrieve,\nDied himself, that ye might live.\nWill ye let him die in vain?\nCrucify your Lord again?\nWhy, ye ransomed sinners, why\nWill ye slight his grace and die?\n\n3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?\nGod; the Spirit, asks you why?\nHe who all your lives hath strove,\nUrged you to embrace his love.\nWill ye not his grace receive?\nWill ye still refuse to live?\nO ye dying sinners, why,\nWhy will ye forever die?\n\n     Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.\n\n\n\n205     Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.\n\n_Delay._     (454)\n\nHasten, sinner! to be wise,\n  Stay not for the morrow's sun;\nWisdom, if thou still despise,\n  Harder is she to be won.\n\n2 Hasten, mercy to implore,\n  Stay not for the morrow's sun,\nLest thy season should be o'er,\n  Ere this evening's stage be run.\n\n3 Hasten, sinner! to return,\n  Stay not for the morrow's sun,\nLest thy lamp should fail to burn,\n  Ere salvation's work is done.\n\n4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,\n  Stay not for the morrow's sun,\nLest perdition thee arrest,\n  Ere the morrow is begun.\n\n     Thomas Scott, 1773.\n\n\n206     Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.\n\n_The Voice of Jesus._     (451)\n\nCome, says Jesus' sacred voice,\nCome, and make my paths your choice;\nI will guide you to your home;\nWeary pilgrim! hither come.\n\n2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,\nLong hast borne the proud world's scorn,\nLong hast roamed this barren waste,\nWeary pilgrim! hither haste.\n\n3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,\nSeek for ease, but seek in vain!\nYe, by fiercer anguish torn,\nIn remorse for guilt who mourn!--\n\n4 Hither come, for here is found\nBalm that flows for every wound,\nPeace that ever shall endure,\nRest eternal, sacred, sure.\n\n     Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.\n\n\n207     Why Do You Wait? P.M.\n\n_Immediate Decision._\n\nWhy do you wait, dear brother,\n  Oh, why do you tarry so long?\nYour Savior is waiting to give you\n  A place in his sanctified throng.\n\nCho.--Why not? why not?\n        Why not come to him now?\n      Why not? why not?\n        Why not come to him now?\n\n2 What do you hope, dear brother,\n  To gain by a further delay?\nThere's no one to save you but Jesus,\n  There's no other way but his way.\n\n3 Do you not feel, dear brother,\n  His Spirit now striving within?\nOh, why not accept his salvation,\n  And throw off thy burden of sin?\n\n4 Why do you wait, dear brother,\n  The harvest is passing away,\nYour Savior is longing to bless you,\n  There's danger and death in delay.\n\n     George F. Root.\n\n\n208     Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.\n\n_Come and Welcome._     (455)\n\nFrom the cross uplifted high,\nWhere the Savior deigns to die,\nWhat melodious sounds we hear,\nBursting on the ravished ear!--\n\"Love's redeeming' work is done--\nCome and welcome, sinner, come!\n\n2 \"Sprinkled now with blood the throne--\nWhy beneath thy burdens groan?\nOn my pierced body laid,\nJustice owns the ransom paid--\nBow the knee, and kiss the Son--\nCome and welcome, sinner, come!\n\n3 \"Spread for thee, the festal board--\nSee with richest bounty stored;\nTo thy Father's bosom pressed,\nThou shalt be a child confessed,\nNever from his house to roam;\nCome and welcome, sinner, come!\n\n4 \"Soon the days of life shall end--\nLo, I come--your Savior, Friend!\nSafe your spirit to convey\nTo the realms of endless day,\nUp to my eternal home\nCome and welcome, sinner, come!\"\n\n     T. Haweis, 1792.\n\n\n209     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_The Gospel Feast._     (417)\n\nYe wretched, hungry, starving poor!\n  Behold a royal feast,\nWhere mercy spreads her bounteous store,\n  For every humble guest.\n\n2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms;\n  He calls,--he bids you come;\nGuilt holds you back, and fear alarms;\n  But, see! there yet is room.\n\n3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart;\n  There love and pity meet;\nNor will he bid the soul depart,\n  That trembles at his feet\n\n4 Oh! come, and with his children taste\n  The blessings of his love:\nWhile hope attends the sweet repast\n  Of nobler joys above.\n\n5 There, with united heart and voice,\n  Before th' eternal throne,\nTen thousand thousand souls rejoice,\n  In ecstasies unknown.\n\n6 And yet ten thousand thousand more\n  Are welcome still to come;\nYe longing souls! the grace adore,\n  Approach, there yet is room.\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760.\n\n\n210     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_Gen. 6:3._\n\nThere is a line by us unseen,\n  That crosses every path,\nThe hidden boundary between\n  God's patience and his wrath.\n\n2 To pass that limit is to die,\n  To die as if by stealth;\nIt does not quench the beaming eye,\n  Nor pale the glow of health.\n\n3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne\n  By which our path is crossed;\nBeyond which God himself hath sworn\n  That he who goes is lost?\n\n4 How far may we go on to sin?\n  How long will God forbear?\nWhere does hope end, and where begin\n  The confines of despair?\n\n5 An answer from the skies is sent,--\n  \"Ye that from God depart,\nWhile it is called to-day, repent,\n  And harden not your heart.\"\n\n     Joseph Addison Alexander.\n\n\n211     Azmon. C.M.\n\n_The Last Resolve._  (416)\n\nCome, humble sinner! in whose breast\n  A thousand thoughts revolve:\nCome, with your guilt and fear oppressed,\n  And make this last resolve:--\n\n2 \"I'll go to Jesus, though my sin\n  Like mountains round me close;\nI know his courts, I'll enter in\n  Whatever may oppose.\n\n3 \"Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,\n  And there my guilt confess;\nI'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,\n  Without his sovereign grace.\n\n4 \"Perhaps he will admit my plea;\n  Perhaps will hear my prayer;\nBut, if I perish, I will pray,\n  And perish only there.\n\n5 \"I can but perish if I go,\n  I am resolved to try;\nFor, if I stay away, I know\n  I must forever die.\"\n\n     Edmund Jones, 1777.\n\n\n212     Sessions. L.M.\n\n_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._     (427)\n\nSay, sinner, hath a voice within\n  Oft whispered to thy secret soul,\nUrged thee to leave the ways of sin,\n  And yield thy heart to God's control?\n\n2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--\n  It was the Spirit's gracious call;\nIt bade thee make the better choice,\n  And haste to seek in Christ thine all.\n\n3 Spurn not the call for life and light;\n  Regard in time the warning kind;\nThat call thou may'st not always slight\n  And yet the gate of mercy find.\n\n4 God's Spirit will not always strive\n  With hardened self-destroying men;\nYe, who persist his love to grieve,\n  May never hear his voice again.\n\n5 Sinner! perhaps this very day\n  Thy last accepted time may be:\nOh! should'st thou grieve him now away\n  Then hope may never beam on thee.\n\n     Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.\n\n\n213     Just As Thou Art. L.M.\n\n_Just As Thou Art._     (428)\n\nJust as thou art--without one trace\nOf love, or joy, or inward grace,--\nOr meekness for the heav'nly place,--\n  Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come.\n\n2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree;\nThe stripes, thy due, were laid on me,\nThat peace and pardon might be free;--\n  Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come.\n\n3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed?\nTrust not the world; it gives no rest;\nI bring relief to hearts oppressed;--\n  Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come.\n\n4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,\nThy aching heart, thy bursting tears;\n'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;--\n  Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come.\n\n5 \"The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!\"\nRejoicing saints re-echo, \"Come!\"\nWho faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;\n  Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come.\n\n     Russell S. Cook, 1850, _a._\n\n\n214     Jesus is Calling. P.M.\n\n_The Call of Christ._\n\nJesus is tenderly calling thee home--\n  Calling to-day, calling to-day;\nWhy from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam\n  Farther and farther away?\n\nRef.--Calling to-day,\n      Calling to-day.\n      Jesus is calling,\n      Is tenderly calling to-day.\n\n2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest--\n  Calling to-day, calling to-day;\nBring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest;\n  He will not turn thee away.\n\n3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now--\n  Waiting to-day, waiting to-day;\nCome with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow;\n  Come, and no longer delay.\n\n4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice--\n  Hear him to-day, hear him to-day;\nThey who believe on his name shall rejoice;\n  Quickly arise and away.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n215     Goshen. 11s.\n\n_All Things Ready._     (469)\n\nOh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,\nWhen God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?\nNow Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, \"Come!\"\nAnd angels are waiting to welcome you home.\n\n2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,\nYour hearts may grow better by staying away!\nCome wretched, come starving, come just as you be,\nWhile streams of salvation are flowing so free.\n\n3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive;\nOh, how can you question, if you will believe?\nIf sin is your burden, why will you not come?\n'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.\n\n4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?\nThere's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;\nIf still you are doubting, make trial and see.\nAnd prove that his mercy is boundless and free.\n\n     Josiah Hopkins, 1830.\n\n\n216     Goshen. 11s.\n\n_Danger of Delay._     (470)\n\nDelay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near;\n  The waters of life are now flowing for thee;\nNo price is demanded, the Savior is here,\n  Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.\n\n2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse\n  The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God?\nA fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse\n  To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?\n\n3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come,\n  For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day;\nHer voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,--\n  Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.\n\n4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,\n  Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight;\nAnd leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,--\n  To sink in the vale of eternity's night.\n\n     Thomas Hastings, 1831.\n\n\n217     He is Calling. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Divine Sympathy._     (477)\n\nThere's a wideness in God's mercy,\n  Like the wideness of the sea;\nThere's a kindness in his justice,\n  Which is more than liberty.\n\nRef.--He is calling, \"Come to me;\"\n      Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee.\n\n2 There's no place where earthly sorrows\n  Are more felt than up in heaven;\nThere's no place where earthly failings\n  Have such kindly judgment given.\n\n3 For the love of God is broader\n  Than the measure of man's mind,\nAnd the heart of the Eternal\n  Is most wonderfully kind.\n\n4 But we make his love too narrow,\n  By false limits of our own;\nAnd we magnify his strictness\n  With a zeal he will not own.\n\n5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus;\n  Come, but come not doubting thus;\nCome with faith that trusts more freely\n  His great tenderness for us.\n\n6 If our love were but more simple,\n  We should take him at his word;\nAnd our lives would be all sunshine\n  In the sweetness of our Lord.\n\n     Frederick Faber, _ab._\n\n\n218     Come to Jesus.\n\n     (478)\n\nCome to Jesus, come to Jesus,\n  Come to Jesus just now,\nJust now come to Jesus,\n  Come to Jesus just now.\n\n2 He will save you.\n\n3 Oh, believe him.\n\n4 He is able.\n\n5 He is willing.\n\n6 He'll receive you.\n\n7 Call upon him.\n\n8 He will hear you.\n\n9 Look unto him.\n\n10 He'll forgive you.\n\n11 Flee to Jesus.\n\n12 He will cleanse you.\n\n13 He will clothe you.\n\n14 Jesus loves you.\n\n15 Don't reject him.\n\n16 Only trust him.\n\n17 Hallelujah. Amen.\n\n\n219     Who'll Be the Next? P.M.\n\n_Delay Deplored._\n\nWho'll be the next to follow Jesus?\n  Who'll be the next the cross to bear?\nSomeone is ready, someone is waiting;\n  Who'll be the next a crown to wear?\n\nRef.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next?\n      Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?\n      Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now?\n      Follow Jesus now?\n\n2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus--\n  Follow his weary, bleeding feet?\nWho'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden\n  Down at the Father's mercy-seat?\n\n3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?\n  Who'll be the next to praise his name?\nWho'll swell the chorus of free redemption--\n  Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb?\n\n4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus,\n  Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide?\nWho'll be the next to join with the ransomed,\n  Singing upon the other side?\n\n     Annie S. Hawks.\n\n\n220     Let Him In. P.M.\n\n_The Stranger at the Door._\n\nThere's a stranger at the door,\n         Let him in,\nHe has been there oft before,\n        Let him in;\nLet him in ere he is gone,\nLet him in, the Holy One,\nJesus Christ, the Father's Son,\n        Let him in.\n\n2 Open now to him your heart,\n        Let him in,\nIf you wait he will depart,\n        Let him in;\nLet him in, he is your Friend,\nHe your soul will sure defend,\nHe will keep you to the end,\n        Let him in.\n\n3 Hear you now his loving voice?\n        Let him in,\nNow, oh, now make him your choice\n        Let him in;\nHe is standing at the door,\nJoy to you he will restore,\nAnd his name you will adore,\n        Let him in.\n\n4 Now admit the heavenly Guest,\n        Let him in,\nHe will make for you a feast,\n        Let him in;\nHe will speak your sins forgiv'n,\nAnd when earth ties all are riven,\nHe will take you home to heaven,\n        Let him in.\n\n     Rev. J. B. Atchison.\n\n\n221     Almost Persuaded. P.M.\n\n_\"Almost,\" but Lost._     (475)\n\n\"Almost persuaded\" now to believe;\n\"Almost persuaded\" Christ to receive;\nSeems now some soul to say,\n\"Go, Spirit, go thy way;\nSome more convenient day\n  On thee I'll call.\"\n\n2 \"Almost persuaded,\" come, come to-day;\n\"Almost persuaded,\" turn not away,\nJesus invites you here,\nAngels are ling'ring near,\nPray'rs rise from hearts so dear;\n  Oh, wand'rer, come!\n\n3 \"Almost persuaded,\" harvest is past!\n\"Almost persuaded,\" doom comes at last!\n\"Almost\" cannot avail;\n\"Almost\" is but to fail!\nSad, sad that bitter wail,--\n  \"Almost,\" but lost!\n\n     P. P. Bliss.\n\n\n222     To-Day. 6s & 4s.\n\n     (476)\n\nTo-day the Savior calls!\n  Ye wand'rers, come,\nOh, ye benighted souls,\n  Why longer roam?\n\n2 To-day the Savior calls!\n  Oh, hear him now;\nWithin these sacred walls\n  To Jesus bow.\n\n3 Today the Savior calls!\n  For refuge fly!\nThe storm of justice falls,\n  And death is nigh.\n\n4 The Spirit calls to-day;\n  Yield to his power;\nOh, grieve him not away,\n  'Tis mercy's hour.\n\n\n223     Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Invitation Hymn._     (463)\n\nCome, ye sinners, poor and needy,\n  Weak and wounded, sick and sore;\nJesus ready stands to save you,\n  Full of pity, love, and pow'r;\n        He is able,\n  He is willing, doubt no more.\n\n2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;\n  God's free bounty glorify;\nTrue belief and true repentance,\n  Every grace that brings you nigh,\n        Without money,\n  Come to Jesus Christ and buy.\n\n3 Let not conscience make you linger,\n  Nor of fitness fondly dream;\nAll the fitness he requireth\n  Is to feel your need of him;\n        This he gives you;\n  'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.\n\n4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,\n  Bruised and mangled by the fall;\nIf you tarry till you're better,\n  You will never come at all;\n        Not the righteous,--\n  Sinners Jesus came to call.\n\n     Joseph Hart, 1759.\n\nCho.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation,\n        Sound the praise of his dear name:\n      Glory, honor, and salvation,\n        Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.\n\nCho.--I will arise and go to Jesus,\n        He will embrace me in his arms,\n      In the arms of my dear Savior,\n        Oh, there are ten thousand charms!\n\n\n224     Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_The Voice of Mercy._     (466)\n\nListen, sinner! mercy hails you;\n  With her sweetest voice she calls;\nBids you hasten to the Savior,\n  Ere the hand of justice falls:\n        Listen, sinner!\n  'Tis the voice of mercy calls.\n\n2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering\n  O'er the path you dare to tread!\nHark! the awful thunders rolling\n  Loud and louder o'er your head!\n        Flee, oh, sinner!\n  Lest the lightnings strike you dead.\n\n3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior;\n  Sue his mercy while you may;\nSoon the day of grace is over;\n  Soon your life will pass away,\n        Hasten sinner!\n  You must perish, if you stay.\n\n     Andrew Reed, 1817.\n\n\n225     Rhinehart. 7s & 6s.\n\n_Penitents Encouraged._     (458)\n\nDropping souls! no longer mourn,\n  Jesus still is precious;\nIf to him you now return,\n  Heav'n will be propitious;\nJesus now is passing by,\n  Calling wand'rers near him;\nDrooping souls! you need not die,\n  Go to him and hear him!\n\n2 He has pardons full and free,\n  Drooping souls to gladden;\nStill he cries--\"Come unto me,\n  Weary, heavy laden!\"\nTho' your sins, like mountains high,\n  Rise, and reach to heaven,\nSoon as you on him rely,\n  All shall be forgiven.\n\n3 Precious is the Savior's name,\n  All his saints adore him;\nHe to save the dying came;--\n  Prostrate bow before him!\nWand'ring sinner! now return;\n  Contrite souls! believe him!\nJesus calls you; cease to mourn;\n  Worship him; receive him.\n\n     Thomas Hastings. 1831.\n\n\n226     Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.\n\n_Judgment Day._\n\nSoon the evening shadows falling\n  Close the day of mortal life;\nSoon the hand of death appalling\n  Draws thee from its weary strife.\n\nCho.--Are you ready? are you ready?\n        'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?\n      Are you ready? are you ready?\n        Do not linger longer, come to-day.\n\n2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding\n  Calls thee to the judgment throne;\nNow prepare, for love abounding\n  Yet has left thee not alone.\n\n3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!\n  Art thou ready--ready now?\nReady should Death's icy finger\n  Lay its chill upon thy brow?\n\n4 Priceless love and free salvation\n  Freely still are offered thee;\nYield no longer to temptation,\n  But from sin and sorrow flee.\n\n     J. W. Slaughenhaupt.\n\n\n227     Windham. L.M.\n\n_The Broad Road._\n\nBroad is the road that leads to death,\n  And thousands walk together there;\nBut wisdom shows a narrow path,\n  With here and there a traveler.\n\n2 \"Deny thyself and take thy cross,\"\n  Is the Redeemer's great command;\nNature must count her gold but dross,\n  If she would gain this heavenly land.\n\n3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,\n  And walks the ways of God no more,\nIs but esteemed almost a saint.\n  And makes his own destruction sure.\n\n4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;\n  Create my heart entirely new--\nWhich hypocrites could ne'er attain,\n  Which false apostates never knew.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n228     Gorton. S.M.\n\n_The Second Death._     (504)\n\nOh, where shall rest be found--\n  Rest for the weary soul?\n'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,\n  Or pierce to either pole.\n\n2 The world can never give\n  The bliss for which we sigh;\n'Tis not the whole of life to live,\n  Nor all of death to die.\n\n3 Beyond this vale of tears\n  There is a life above,\nUnmeasured by the flight of years;\n  And all that life is love.\n\n4 There is a death, whose pang\n  Outlasts the fleeting breath;\nOh, what eternal horrors hang\n  Around the second death!\n\n5 Lord God of truth and grace,\n  Teach us that death to shun,\nLest we be banished from thy face,\n  And evermore undone.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1819.\n\n\n229     No Room in Heaven. P.M.\n\n_Shut Out._\n\nHow sad would it be, if when thou didst call,\n  All hopeless and unforgiven,\nThe angel that stands at the beautiful gate,\n  Should answer, No room in heaven.\n\nRef.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!\n        No room in heaven for thee!\n      No room, no room,\n        No room in heaven for thee!\n\n2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,\n  The bright summer days all over;\nTo know that the reapers had gathered the grain,\n  And left thee alone forever.\n\n3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,\n  Remember the love that he gave you;\nThe love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,\n  And Jesus now waits to save you.\n\n     W. O. Cushing.\n\n\n230     When the King Comes in. P.M.\n\n_The Final Test._\n\nCalled to the feast by the King are we,\n  Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,\nHow will it fare, friend, with thee and me,\n  When the King comes in?\n\nRef.--When the King comes in, brother,\n        When the King comes in!\n      How will it fare with thee and me\n        When the King comes in?\n\n2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,\n  Glorified he who once died for men,\nSplendid the vision before us then,\n  When the King comes in.\n\n3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show\n  Things hidden long from both friend and foe,\nJust what we are will each neighbor know,\n  When the King comes in.\n\n4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest\n  Who is in white wedding garments dressed,\nAh, well for us if we stand the test,\n  When the King comes in.\n\n5 Endless the separation then,\n  Bitter the cry of deluded men,\nAwful that moment beyond all ken,\n  When the King comes in.\n\n6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,\n  So to await thee each in his place,\nThat we may fear not to see thy face\n  When thou comest in.\n\n     J.E. Landor.\n\n\n231     When the Door is Shut. P.M.\n\n_The Present Invitation._\n\nThe door of salvation is open wide,\n  And Jesus invites you to come;\nWhile mercy and pardon await within,\n  Oh, enter while yet there is room.\n\nRef.--When the door once is shut,\n        To entreat will be vain;\n      'Twill never, no, never\n        Be opened again.\n\n2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,\n  The day and the hour are at hand;\nYe hungry and perishing souls, draw near;\n  Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?\n\n3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,\n  And plead for admittance in vain,\nYou'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,\n  And long for this moment again.\n\n     M. E. Servoss.\n\n\n232     Hebron. L.M.\n\n_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._     (495)\n\nOh, that my load of sin were gone;\n  Oh, that I could at last submit\nAt Jesus' feet to lay it down--\n  To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.\n\n2 Rest for my soul I long to find;\n  Savior of all, if mine thou art,\nGive me the meek and lowly mind,\n  And stamp thine image on my heart.\n\n3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,\n  And fully set my spirit free;\nI cannot rest till pure within--\n  Till I am wholly lost in thee.\n\n4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;\n  Thy light and easy burden prove;\nThe cross all stained with hallowed blood,\n  The labor of thy dying love.\n\n5 I would, but thou must give the power;\n  My heart from every sin release;\nBring near, bring near the joyful hour,\n  And fill me with thy perfect peace.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1742.\n\n\n233     Hebron. L.M.\n\n_Pardon Penitently Implored._     (493)\n\nShow pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;\n  Let a repenting rebel live;\nAre not thy mercies large and free?\n  May not a sinner trust in thee?\n\n2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass\n  The power and glory of thy grace;\nGreat God, thy nature hath no bound,\n  So let thy pard'ning love be found.\n\n3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,\n  And make my guilty conscience clean;\nHere, on my heart, the burden lies\n  And past offenses pain mine eyes.\n\n4 My lips with shame my sins confess,\n  Against thy law, against thy grace;\nLord, should thy judgment grow severe,\n  I am condemned, but thou art clear.\n\n5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,\n  Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,\nWould light on some sweet promise there,\n  Some sure support against despair.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1742.\n\n\n234     Hebron. L.M.\n\n_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._   (494)\n\nStay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,\n  Though I have done thee such despite,\nNor cast the sinner quite away,\n  Nor take thine everlasting flight.\n\n2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,\n  And still shook off my guilty fears;\nAnd vexed and urged, thee to depart,\n  For many long rebellious years.\n\n3 Though I have most unfaithful been,\n  Of all whoe'er thy grace received!\nTen thousand times thy goodness seen;\n  Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;\n\n4 This only woe I deprecate;\n  This only plague I pray remove;\nNor leave me in my lost estate;\n  Nor curse me with this want of love.\n\n5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,\n  Upraise me with thy gracious hand,\nAnd guide into thy perfect peace,\n  And bring me to the promised land.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1749.\n\n\n235     Woodworth. L.M.\n\n_Coming in Humility._    (489)\n\nJust as I am, without one plea,\nBut that thy blood was shed for me,\nAnd that thou bidd'st me come to thee,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n2 Just as I am, and waiting not\nTo rid my soul of one dark blot,\nTo thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about\nWith many a conflict, many a doubt,\nFightings within, and fears without,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n4 Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind;\nSight, riches, healing of the mind,\nYea, all I need, in thee to find,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive,\nWilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;\nBecause thy promise I believe,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n6 Just as I am--thy love unknown\nHath broken every barrier down;\nNow to be thine, yea, thine alone,\n  O Lamb of God, I come! I come!\n\n     Charlotte Elliott, 1836.\n\n\n236     Badea. S.M.\n\n_Decision._     (506)\n\nAnd can I yet delay\n  My little all to give?\nTo tear my soul from earth away,\n  For Jesus to receive?\n\n2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,\n  I can hold out no more:\nI sink, by dying love compelled,\n  And own thee conqueror.\n\n3 Tho' late, I all forsake,\n  My friends, my all resign;\nGracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,\n  And seal me ever thine.\n\n4 Come and possess me whole,\n  Nor hence again remove;\nSettle and fix my wav'ring soul\n  With all thy weight of love.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1746.\n\n\n237     I am Listening. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Call Answered._\n\nDo you hear the Savior calling,\n  By the wooings of his voice?\nDo you hear the accents falling?\n  Will you make the precious choice?\n\nRef.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning\n        Just to hear the accents fall!\n      I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning\n        To the Savior's gentle call!\n\n2 By his Spirit he is wooing,\n  Softly drawing us to him,\nThro' the day and night pursuing,\n  With his gentle voice to win.\n\n3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking\n  To the wand'ring, erring ones;\nList! the voice the stillness breaking!\n  Hear the sweet and solemn tones!\n\n4 In his providential dealings,\n  Even in his stern decrees,\nIn the loudest thunders pealing,\n  Or the murm'ring of the breeze.\n\n     W. S. Marshall.\n\n\n238     I Do Believe. C.M.\n\n_Unwearied Earnestness._    (491)\n\nFather, I stretch my hand to thee;\n  No other help I know:\nIf thou withdraw thyself from me,\n  Ah! whither shall I go?\n\nCho.--I do believe, I now believe\n        That Jesus died for me;\n      And thro' his blood, his precious blood,\n        I shall from sin be free.\n\n2 What did thine only Son endure.\n  Before I drew my breath?\nWhat pain, what labor, to secure\n  My soul from endless death!\n\n3 O Jesus, could I this believe,\n  I now should feel thy power;\nAnd all my wants thou would'st relieve,\n  In this accepted hour.\n\n4 Author of faith! to thee I lift\n  My weary, longing eyes;\nOh, let me now receive that gift--\n  My soul without it dies.\n\n5 Surely thou canst not let me die;\n  Oh, speak, and I shall live,\nAnd here I will unwearied lie,\n  Till thou thy Spirit give.\n\n6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,\n  Could I but see thy face;\nNow let me hear thy quick'ning voice,\n  And taste thy pard'ning grace.\n\n     Charles Wesley\n\n\n239     I Do Believe. C.M.\n\n_The Friend of Sinners._    (485)\n\nJesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;\n  As such I look to thee;\nNow, in the fullness of thy love,\n  O Lord! remember me.\n\n2 Remember thy pure word of grace,--\n  Remember Calvary;\nRemember all thy dying groans,\n  And, then, remember me.\n\n3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!\n  I yield myself to thee;\nWhile thou art sitting on thy throne,\n  Dear Lord! remember me.\n\n4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,\n  But thy salvation's free;\nThen, in thine all abounding grace,\n  Dear Lord! remember me.\n\n     Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._\n\n\n240     Brown. C.M.\n\n_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._     (482)\n\nApproach, my soul, the mercy-seat,\n  Where Jesus answers prayer;\nThere humbly fall before his feet,\n  For none can perish there.\n\n2 Thy promise is my only plea,\n  With this I venture nigh;\nThou call'st the burdened souls to thee,\n  And such, O Lord, am I.\n\n3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,\n  By Satan sorely pressed;\nBy wars without and fears within,\n  I come to thee for rest.\n\n4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,\n  To bear the cross and shame;\nThat guilty sinners, such as I,\n  Might plead thy gracious name.\n\n     John Newton, 1779.\n\n\n241     Take Me As I Am. P.M.\n\n_No Hope in Self._\n\nJesus, my Lord, to thee I cry;\nUnless thou help me, I must die;\nOh, bring thy free salvation nigh\n  And take me as I am.\n\nRef.--Take me as I am,\n      Take me as I am;\n      Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,\n      And take me as I am.\n\n2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt,\nBut yet for me thy blood was spilt,\nAnd thou canst make me as thou wilt,\n  But take me as I am.\n\n3 I thirst, I long to know thy love,\nThy full salvation I would prove;\nBut since to thee I cannot move\n  Oh, take me as I am.\n\n4 If thou hast work for me to do,\nInspire my will, my heart renew,\nAnd work both in and by me, too,\n  But take me as I am.\n\n5 And when at last the work is done.\nThe battle o'er, the victory won,\nStill, still my cry shall be alone,\n  Oh, take me as I am.\n\n     Eliza H. Hamilton.\n\n\n242     Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.\n\n_The Source of Peace._\n\nWould you lose your load of sin?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus;\nWould you know God's peace within?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\nCho.--Jesus who on the cross did die,\n      Jesus who lives and reigns on high,\n      He alone can justify;\n      Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\n2 Would you calmly walk the wave?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus;\nWould you know his pow'r to save?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\n3 Would you have your cares grow light?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus;\nWould you songs have in the night?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\n4 Grieving, would you comfort know?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus;\nHumble be when blessings flow?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\n5 Would you strength in weakness have?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus;\nSee a light beyond the grave?\n  Fix your eyes upon Jesus.\n\n     D. W. Whittle.\n\n\n243     At the Cross. C.M.\n\n_Rom. 5:2._     (664)\n\nI stand; but not as once I did,\n  Beneath my load of guilt;\nThe blessed Jesus bore it all--\n  For me his blood was spilt.\n\n2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,\n  With arms around the cross;\nI have been there, and left behind\n  Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.\n\n3 I stand e'en now where he appears,\n  In union with my Lord;\nIn him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.\n  I read it in his word.\n\n4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--\n  In him we are complete;\nWe live by faith! but soon in sight\n  Our coming Christ we'll greet.\n\n     Unknown.\n\n\n244     At the Cross. C.M.\n\n_Salvation at the Cross._    (492)\n\nOh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,\n  My Savior, can it be\nThat thou hast borne the crown of thorns\n  And suffered death for me?\n\nCho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light\n        And, the burden of my heart rolled away--\n      It was there by faith I received my sight,\n        And now I am happy all the day.\n\n2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,\n  I give myself to thee;\nI plead thy merits, thine alone,\n  For thou hast died for me.\n\n3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,\n  For sinners flowing free,\nThen rise, renewed by grace divine,\n  And shout salvation free.\n\n4 And when I reach thy place above,\n  My sweetest notes will be,\nRedemption through a Savior's name,\n  Who bled and died for me.\n\n     Fanny Crosby, 1873.\n\n\n245     Saved by Faith. P.M.\n\n_Justified by Faith._\n\nI have found redemption in the Savior's blood,\n  I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;\nI am sweetly trusting in the word of God\n  I am saved by faith in his blood.\n\nCho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,\n      I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,\n      I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,\n      I am saved by faith in his blood.\n\n2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,\nI am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;\nI will trust in Jesus while I run my race,\nI am saved by faith in his blood.\n\n3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,\nI am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;\nI will trust his promise, on his strength rely,\nI am saved by faith in his blood.\n\n4 I will keep on singing as I march along,\nI am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;\nIn my home in glory this shall be my song,\nI am saved by faith in his blood.\n\n\n246     Only Trust Him. C.M.\n\n_Peace in Believing._\n\nCome, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,\n  There's mercy with the Lord;\nAnd he will surely give you rest\n  By trusting in his word.\n\nCho.--Only trust him, only trust him,\n        Only trust him now;\n      He will save you, he will save you,\n        He will save you now.\n\n2 For Jesus shed his precious blood\n  Rich blessings to bestow;\nPlunge now into the crimson flood\n  That washes white as snow.\n\n3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,\n  That leads you into rest;\nBelieve in him without delay,\n  And you are fully blest.\n\n4 Come, then, and join this holy band,\n  And on to glory go,\nTo dwell in that celestial land,\n  Where joys immortal flow.\n\n     J. H. Stockton.\n\n\n247     Is My Name Written There? P.M.\n\n_The Book of Life._\n\nLord, I care not for riches,\n  Neither silver nor gold;\nI would make sure of heaven,\n  I would enter the fold.\nIn the book of thy kingdom,\n  With its pages so fair,\nTell me, Jesus, my Savior,\n  Is my name written there?\n\nCho.--Is my name written there?\n      On the page white and fair?\n      In the book of thy kingdom,\n      Is my name written there?\n\n2 Lord, my sins, they are many,\n  Like the sands of the sea,\nBut thy blood, oh, my Savior,\n  Is sufficient for me;\nFor thy promise is written,\n  In bright letters that glow,\n\"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,\n  I will make them like snow.\"\n\n3 Oh, that beautiful city,\n  With its mansions of light,\nWith its glorified beings,\n  In pure garments of white;\nWhere no evil thing cometh\n  To despoil what is fair;\nWhere the angels are watching,\n  Yes, my name's written there.\n\n     Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.\n\n\n248     Convert. P.M.\n\n_Joy in Christ._\n\n  Oh, how happy are they\n  Who their Savior obey,\nAnd have laid up their treasures above;\n  Tongue cannot express\n  The sweet comfort and peace\nOf a soul in its earliest love.\n\n2 That sweet comfort was mine,\n  When the favor divine\nI first found in the blood of the Lamb;\n  When my heart it believed,\n  What a joy I received,\nWhat a heaven in Jesus' name.\n\n3 'Twas a heaven below\n  My Redeemer to know,\nAnd the angels could do nothing more\n  Than to fall at his feet,\n  And the story repeat,\nAnd the Lover of sinners adore.\n\n4 Jesus, all the day long,\n  Was my joy and my song;\nO that all his salvation might see!\n  He hath loved me, I cried,\n  He hath suffered and died\nTo redeem such a rebel as me.\n\n5 On the wings of his love\n  I was carried above\nAll sin and temptation and pain,\n  And I could not believe\n  That I ever should grieve--\nThat I ever should suffer again.\n\n6 I then rode on the sky,\n  Freely justified I,\nNor did envy Elijah his seat;\n  My soul mounted higher,\n  In a chariot of tire,\nAnd the moon it was under my feet.\n\n7 O the rapturous height\n  Of that holy delight\nWhich I felt in the life-giving blood,\n  Of my Savior possessed,\n  I was perfectly blest,\nAs if filled with the fullness of God.\n\n8 Never more will I stray\n  From my Savior away,\nBut I'll follow the Lamb till I die;\n  I will take up my cross,\n  And count all things but loss,\nTill I meet with my Lord in the sky.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n249     Hallowed Spot. P.M.\n\n_The Place of Conversion._    (249)\n\nThere is a spot to me more dear\n  Than native vale or mountain;\nA spot to which affection's tear\n  Springs grateful from its fountain;\n'Tis not where kindred souls abound--\n  Tho' that is almost heaven--\nBut where I first my Savior found,\n  And felt my sins forgiven.\n\n2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,\n  Long tossed upon the ocean,\nAbove me was the thunder's roar,\n  Beneath, the wave's commotion.\nDarkly the pall of night was thrown\n  Around me, faint with terror;\nIn that dark hour how did my groans\n  Ascend for years of error.\n\n3 Sinking and panting as for breath,\n  I knew not help was nigh me,\nAnd cried, O save me, Lord, from death--\n  Immortal Jesus, hear me.\nThen, quick as thought, I felt him mine--\n  My Savior stood before me;\nI saw his brightness round me shine,\n  And shouted glory, glory.\n\n4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!\n  Where love divine first found me;\nWherever falls my distant lot,\n  My heart shall linger round thee:\nAnd as from earth I rise, to soar\n  Up to my home in heaven,\nDown will I cast my eyes once more,\n  Where I was first forgiven.\n\n     William Hunter, D. D.\n\n\n250     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_The Need of Conversion_\n\nHow solemn are the words,\n  And yet to faith how plain,\nWhich Jesus uttered while on earth--\n  \"Ye must be born again!\"\n\n2 \"Ye must be born again!\"\n  For so hath God decreed;\nNo reformation will suffice--\n  'Tis life poor sinners need.\n\n3 \"Ye must be born again!\"\n  And life in Christ must have;\nIn vain the soul may elsewhere go--\n  'Tis he alone can save.\n\n4 \"Ye must be born again!\"\n  Or never enter heaven;\n'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--\n  The ransomed and forgiven.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n251     It is Well with My Soul. P.M.\n\n_The Soul Redeemed._\n\nWhen peace, like a river, attendeth my way,\n  When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;\nWhatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,\n  It is well, it is well with my soul.\n\nCho.--It is well with my soul,\n      It is well, it is well with my soul.\n\n2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,\n  Let this blest assurance control,\nThat Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,\n  And hath shed his own blood for my soul.\n\n3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--\n  My sin--not in part but the whole,\nIs nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,\n  Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!\n\n4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,\n  The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,\nThe trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,\n  \"Even so\"--it is well with my soul.\n\n     H.G. Spafford.\n\n\n252     Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.\n\n_An Accomplished Work._\n\n'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give\nUnto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe\n\nCho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,\n      I believe on the Son;\n      I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.\n\n2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,\nSurely Jesus is able to carry me through.\n\n3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;\nThey are safe now in glory, and this is their song:\n\n4 Little children I see standing close by their King,\nAnd he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.\n\n5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,\nAnd they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,\n\n6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,\nAnd the theme of our praises forever will be.\n\n\n253     Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.\n\n_From Darkness to Light._     (522)\n\nLord! I know thy grace is nigh me,\n  Thee thyself I cannot see;\nJesus, Master! pass not by me;\n  Son of David! pity me.\n\n2 While I sit in weary blindness,\n  Longing for the blessed light,\nMany taste thy loving kindness;\n  \"Lord! I would receive my sight.\"\n\n3 I would see thee and adore thee,\n  And thy word the power can give;\nHear the sightless soul implore thee;\n  Let me see thy face and live.\n\n4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?\n  What this burst of strange delight?\nLo! the rapturous vision fills me!\n  This is Jesus! this is sight!\n\n5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!\n  Let me follow in the way;\nI will teach the blind to find him\n  Who can turn their night to day.\n\n     H.D. Ganse.\n\n\n254     Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Blind Man Healed._     (521)\n\n\"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!\"\n  Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;\n\"Others by thy word are saved,\n  Now to me afford thine aid.\"\n\n2 Many for his crying chid him,--\n  But he called the louder still;\nTill the gracious Savior bade him,--\n  \"Come, and ask me what you will.\"\n\n3 Money was not what he wanted,\n  Though by begging used to live;\nBut he asked, and Jesus granted,\n  Alms which none but he could give.\n\n4 \"Lord! remove this grievous blindness,\n  Let mine eyes behold the day!\"\nStraight he saw, and, won by kindness,\n  Followed Jesus in the way.\n\n5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,\n  Publishing to all around,\n\"Friends! is not my case amazing?\n  What a Savior I have found!\n\n6 \"Oh! that all the blind but knew him,\n  And would be advised by me!\nSurely would they hasten to him,\n  He would cause them all to see.\"\n\n     John Newton, 1779.\n\n\n255     Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.\n\nOh, the peace that fills my soul,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;\nCleansed from sin, made free and whole,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.\n\nCho.--This is my abiding place,\n        Clothed with his abounding grace,\n      Looking upward to his face,\n        Sitting at the feet of Jesus.\n\n2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;\nAll my wounds are filled with balm,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.\n\n3 Here I rest from toil and strife,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;\nSafe beneath the Tree of Life,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.\n\n4 Come ye guilty and be healed,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus;\nFreely is God's love revealed,\n  Sitting at the feet of Jesus.\n\n     Priscilla J. Owens.\n\n\n256     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Prayer for Entire Purification._     (649)\n\nForever here my rest shall be,\n  Close to thy bleeding side;\n'Tis all my hope and all my plea,\n  \"For me the Savior died.\"\n\n2 My dying Savior and my God,\n  Fountain for guilt and sin,\nSprinkle me ever with thy blood,\n  And cleanse and keep me clean.\n\n3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,\n  Wash me, and mine thou art!\nWash me, but not my feet alone,\n  My hands, my head, my heart!\n\n4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply\n  Till faith to sight improve,\nTill hope in full fruition die,\n  And all my soul be love.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1740.\n\n\n257     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_The Believer's Rest._     (654)\n\nLord, I believe a rest remains\n  To all thy people known;\nA rest where pure enjoyment reigns,\n  And thou art loved alone.\n\n2 A rest where all our soul's desire\n  Is fixed on things above;\nWhere fear, and sin, and grief expire,\n  Cast out by perfect love.\n\n3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,\n  Believe and enter in:\nNow, Savior, now the power bestow,\n  And let me cease from sin.\n\n4 Remove this hardness from my heart;\n  This unbelief remove:\nTo me the rest of faith impart--\n  The Sabbath of thy love.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n258     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Longing for Christ._     (648)\n\nOh! could I find from day to day,\n  A nearness to my God;\nThen should my hours glide sweet away,\n  And live upon thy word.\n\n2 Lord! I desire with thee to live.\n  Anew from day to day,\nIn joys the world can never give,\n  Nor ever take away.\n\n3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart\n  And I'll be wholly thine;\nAnd never, nevermore depart;\n  For thou art wholly mine.\n\n4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,\n  Thy goodness I'll adore;\nAnd, when my flesh dissolves in death,\n  My soul shall love thee more.\n\n     Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.\n\n\n259     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Self-Dedication._     (662)\n\nWelcome, O Savior! to my heart;\n  Possess thine humble throne;\nBid every rival hence depart,\n  And claim me for thine own.\n\n2 The world and Satan I forsake,--\n  To thee I all resign;\nMy longing heart, O Jesus! take,\n  And make it all divine.\n\n3 Oh! may I never turn aside,\n  Nor from thy bosom flee;\nLet nothing here my heart divide--\n  I give it all to thee.\n\n     Hugh Bourne, 1825.\n\n\n260     Rhine. C.M.\n\n_Prayer for Entire Sanctification._     (652)\n\nMy God, I know, I feel thee mine,\n  And will not quit my claim\nTill all I have is lost in thine,\n  And all renewed I am.\n\n2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,\n  And will not let thee go,\nTill steadfastly by faith I stand\n  And all thy goodness know.\n\n3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love\n  Shed in my heart abroad:\nThen shall my feet no longer rove,\n  Rooted and fixed in God.\n\n4 Refining fire, go through my heart,\n  Illuminate my soul;\nScatter thy life through every part,\n  And sanctify the whole.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n261     Bemerton. C.M.\n\n_Self-Consecration._     (646)\n\nMy God! accept my heart this day,\n  And make it always thine,\nThat I from thee no more may stray,\n  No more from thee decline.\n\n2 Before the cross of him who died,\n  Behold I prostrate fall;\nLet every sin be crucified;\n  Let Christ be All in All.\n\n3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,\n  My blest atonement prove,\nThat I, from first to last, may be\n  The purchase of thy love.\n\n4 Let every thought, and work, and word,\n  To thee be ever given;\nThen life shall be thy service, Lord!\n  And death the gate of heaven.\n\n     Matthew Bridges, 1848.\n\n\n262     Uxbridge. L.M.\n\n_Living to Christ Alone._     (815)\n\nMy gracious Lord! I own thy right\nTo every service I can pay,\nAnd call it my supreme delight,\nTo hear thy dictates and obey.\n\n2 What is my being, but for thee,\nIts sure support, its noblest end?\nThine ever-smiling face to see,\nAnd serve the cause of such a Friend.\n\n3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,\nOr to increase my worldly good;\nNor future days or powers employ,\nTo spread a sounding name abroad.\n\n4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,\nTo him, who for my ransom died;\nNor could all worldly honor give\nSuch bliss as crowns me at his side.\n\n     Philip Doddridge. 1740.\n\n\n263     Gratitude. L.M.\n\n_God Wills Our Holiness._  (679)\n\nHe wills that I should holy be;\nThat holiness I long to feel;\nThat full divine conformity\nTo all my Savior's righteous will.\n\n2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul\nAccomplished in the change of mine;\nAnd plunge me, every whit made whole,\nIn all the depths of love divine.\n\n3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,\nAnd waits to prove thine utmost will;\nThe promise by thy mercy made,\nThou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.\n\n4 No more I stagger at thy power,\nOr doubt thy truth, which cannot move;\nHasten the long-expected hour,\nAnd bless me with thy perfect love.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n264     Duane Street. L.M.D.\n\n_The Way to God._\n\nJesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,\nHe whom I fixed my hopes upon;\nHis track I see, and I'll pursue\nThe narrow way till him I view.\nThe way the holy prophets went,\nThe road that leads from banishment;\nThe King's highway of holiness;\nI'll go, for all his paths are peace.\n\n2 This is the way I long have sought,\nAnd mourned because I found it not;\nMy grief a burden long has been,\nBecause I was not saved from sin.\nThe more I strove against its power,\nI felt its weight and guilt the more;\nTill late I heard my Savior say,\n\"Come hither, soul, I am the way.\"\n\n3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,\nShalt take me to thee, as I am;\nNothing but sin have I to give;\nNothing but love shall I receive.\nThen will I tell to sinners round,\nWhat a dear Savior I have found;\nI'll point to thy redeeming blood,\nAnd say, \"Behold the way to God.\"\n\n     John Cennick, 1743\n\n\n265     Duane Street. L.M.D.\n\n_Bought with a Price._\n\nLord, I am thine, entirely thine,\nPurchased and saved by blood divine,\nWith full consent thine I would be,\nAnd own thy sovereign right in me.\n\n2 Grant one poor sinner more a place\nAmong the children of thy grace;\nA wretched sinner, lost to God,\nBut ransomed by Immanuel's blood.\n\n3 Thine would I live, thine would I die,\nBe thine through all eternity;\nThe vow is past beyond repeal;\nAnd now I set the solemn seal.\n\n4 Here at that cross where flows the blood,\nThat bought my guilty soul for God,\nThee, my new Master now I call,\nAnd consecrate to thee my all.\n\n     Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._\n\n\n266     Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_Leaving All to Follow Christ._     (704)\n\nJesus, I my cross have taken,\n  All to leave and follow thee;\nNaked, poor, despised, forsaken,\n  Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!\nPerish, every fond ambition,\n  All I've sought, or hoped, or known,\nYet how rich is my condition,\n  God and heaven are still my own!\n\n2 Let the world despise and leave me--\n  They have left my Savior too;\nHuman hearts and looks deceive me--\n  Thou art not, like them, untrue.\nAnd while thou shalt smile upon me,\n  God of wisdom, love, and might,\nFoes may hate and friends disown me,\n  Show thy face and all is bright.\n\n3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;\n  Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!\nIn thy service pain is pleasure,\n  With thy favor, loss is gain.\nI have called thee, Abba, Father,\n  I have set my heart on thee;\nStorms may howl, and clouds may gather--\n  All must work for good to thee.\n\n4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,\n  Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;\nHeaven's eternal day's before thee,\n  God's own hand shall guide thee there.\nSoon shall close thy earthly mission,\n  Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;\nHope shall change to glad fruition,\n  Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.\n\n     Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.\n\n\n267     Autumn. 8s & 7s.  Double.\n\n_Desiring Sanctification._    (701)\n\nLove divine, all love excelling,\n  Joy of heaven, to earth come down;\nFix in us thy humble dwelling;\n  All thy faithful mercies crown;\nJesus, thou art all compassion;\n  Pure, unbounded love thou art;\nVisit us with thy salvation;\n  Enter every trembling heart.\n\n2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit\n  Into every troubled breast,\nLet us all thy grace inherit;\n  Let us find thy promised rest;\nTake away the love of sinning;\n  Take our load of guilt away;\nEnd the work of thy beginning;\n  Bring us to eternal day.\n\n3 Carry on thy new creation;\n  Pure and holy may we be;\nLet us see our whole salvation\n  Perfectly secured by thee:\nChange from glory into glory,\n  Till in heaven we take our place,\nTill we cast our crowns before thee,\n  Lost in wonder, love, and praise.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1747.\n\n\n268     Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.\n\n_Union with Jesus._     (700)\n\nIn thy service will I ever,\n  Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;\nNothing me from thee shall sever,\n  Gladly would I go thy way.\nYes, Lord Jesus, I am ever\n  Thine in sorrow and in joy;\nDeath the union shall not sever,\n  Nor eternity destroy.\n\n2 Let thy light on me be shining\n  When the day is almost gone,\nWhen the evening is declining,\n  And the night is drawing on:\nBless me, oh, my Savior! laying\n  Thy hands on my weary head;\n\"Here thy day is ended,\" saying,\n  \"Yonder live the faithful dead.\"\n\n3 Stay beside me, when the stillness\n  And the icy touch of death\nFill my trembling soul with chillness,\n  Like the morning's frosty breath;\nAs my failing eyes grow dimmer,\n  Let my spirit grow more bright,\nAs I see the first faint glimmer\n  Of the everlasting light.\n\n     P. Spitta, 1833.\n\n\n269     Even Me. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Pass Me Not._     (523)\n\nLord! I hear of showers of blessing,\n  Thou art scattering, broad and free;\nShowers, the thirsty land refreshing;\n  Let their fullness fall on me.\n\nRef.--Even me, even me,\n      Let their fullness fall on me.\n\n2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!\n  Sinful, though my heart may be;\nThou might'st curse me, but the rather\n  Let thy mercy fall on me.\n\n3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!\n  Let me love and cling to thee;\nI am longing for thy favor;\n  When thou comest, call for me.\n\n4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!\n  Thou canst make the blind to see;\nWitnesser of Jesus' merit,\n  Speak the word of power to me.\n\n5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,\n  Long been slighting, grieving thee?\nHas the world my heart been keeping?\n  Oh! forgive and rescue me.\n\n6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--\n  Blood of God, so rich and free,--\nGrace of God, so strong and boundless,--\n  Magnify them all in me.\n\n     Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.\n\n\n270     Even Me. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Self-Consecration._     (524)\n\nTake me, oh, my Father! take me,\n  Take me, save me, through thy Son;\nThat which thou would'st have me, make me,\n  Let thy will in me be done.\n\n2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,\n  Thorny proved the way I trod;\nWeary come I now, and praying--\n  Take me to thy love, my God!\n\n3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,\n  Humbly I confess my sin;\nAt thy feet, O Father! falling,\n  To thy household take me in.\n\n4 Freely now to thee I proffer\n  This relenting heart of mine;\nFreely, life and soul I offer--\n  Gift unworthy love like thine.\n\n5 Once the world's Redeemer dying,\n  Bore our sins upon the tree;\nOn that sacrifice relying,\n  Now I look in hope to thee.\n\n6 Father! take me; all forgiving,\n  Fold me to thy loving breast;\nIn thy hope forever living,\n  I must be forever blest!\n\n     Ray Palmer, 1865.\n\n\n271     Ferguson. S.M.\n\n_Restore My Peace._  (637)\n\nO Jesus! full of grace,\n  To thee I make my moan:\nLet me again behold thy face--\n  Call home thy banished one.\n\n2 Again my pardon seal,\n  Again my soul restore,\nAnd freely my backslidings heal,\n  And bid me sin no more.\n\n3 Thine utmost mercy show;\n  Say to my drooping soul--\nIn peace and full assurance go;\n  Thy faith hath made thee whole.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1756.\n\n\n272     I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.\n\n_Dependence on Christ._\n\nI cannot do without thee,\n  O Savior of the lost!\nWhose precious blood redeemed me\n  At such tremendous cost.\n\nCho.--I cannot, would not,\n      Dare not, could not,\n      Will not do without thee.\n      I have no strength or goodness,\n      No wisdom of my own.\n\n2 I cannot do without thee,\n  I cannot stand alone;\nI have no strength or goodness,\n  No wisdom of my own.\n\n3 I cannot do without thee,\n  I do not know the way;\nThou knowest and thou leadest,\n  And wilt not let me stray.\n\n4 I cannot do without thee,\n  For years are fleeting fast,\nAnd soon, in solemn loneliness,\n  The river must be passed.\n\n     Frances H. Havergal, Alt.\n\n\n273     Ferguson. S.M.\n\n_Absorbed in Christ._  (635)\n\nMine eyes and my desire\n  Are ever to the Lord;\nI love to plead his promises,\n  And rest upon his word.\n\n2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;\n  Bring thy salvation near;\nWhen will thy hand release my feet\n  From sin's destructive snare?\n\n3 When shall the sov'reign grace\n  Of my forgiving God\nRestore me from those dangerous ways\n  My wand'ring feet have trod?\n\n4 Oh, keep my soul from death,\n  Nor put my hope to shame;\nFor I have placed my only trust\n  In my Redeemer's name.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n274     Trusting. 7s.\n\n_At the Cross._  (694)\n\nI am coming to the cross;\nI am poor, and weak, and blind;\nI am counting all but dross;\nI shall thy salvation find.\n\nCho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee,\n      Blest Lamb of Calvary;\n      Humbly at thy cross I bow;\n      Save me, Jesus, save me now.\n\n2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;\nLong has evil reigned within;\nJesus sweetly speaks to me--\nI will cleanse you from all sin.\n\n3 Here I give my all to thee--\nFriends, and time, and earthly store;\nSoul and body thine to be--\nWholly thine--forevermore.\n\n4 In the promises I trust;\nNow I feel the blood applied;\nI am prostrate in the dust;\nI with Christ am crucified.\n\n5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul!\nPerfected in love I am!\nI am ev'ry whit made whole;\nGlory! glory to the Lamb!\n\n     Wm. McDonald.\n\n\n275     I'll Live for Him. P.M.\n\n_Dedication of Self._\n\nMy life, my love I give to thee,\n  Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;\nOh, may I ever faithful be\n  My Savior and my God.\n\nCho.--I'll live for him who died for me,\n      How happy, then, my life shall be!\n      I'll live for him who died for me,\n      My Savior and my God.\n\n2 I now believe thou dost receive,\n  For thou hast died that I might live;\nAnd now henceforth I'll trust in thee,\n  My Savior and my God.\n\n3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary,\n  To save my soul and make me free,\nI consecrate my life to thee,\n  My Savior and my God.\n\n\n276     Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M.\n\n_The Offered Heart._\n\nTake my heart, dear Jesus,\nMake it all thine own,\nLet thy Holy Spirit\nBreak this heart of stone,\nAnd make me all thine own.\n\nCho.--Take my heart, and let it be\n      Ev'ry moment more like thee;\n      At thy feet I bow;\n      Take my heart just now,\n      And make me all thine own.\n\n2 Take my heart, dear Jesus,\nMake it pure and clean;\nLet thy blood, still flowing,\nWash away my sin,\nAnd make me pure and clean.\n\n3 Take my heart, dear Jesus,\nMake it white as snow;\nMay the cleansing fountain,\nMay the precious flow,\nStill keep me white as snow.\n\n     Baltzell\n\n\n277     Entire Consecration. 7s.\n\n_Self-Dedication_\n\nTake my life, and let it be\n  Consecrated, Lord, to thee;\nTake my hands and let them move\n  At the impulse of thy love.\n\nCho.--Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood,\n      Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood,\n      Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be\n      Thine, henceforth, eternally.\n\n2 Take my feet, and let them be\n  Swift and beautiful for thee;\nTake my voice, and let me sing\n  Always, only for my King\n\n3 Take my lips, and let them be\n  Filled with messages for thee;\nTake my silver and my gold--\n  Not a mite would I withhold.\n\n4 Take my moments and my days,\n  Let them flow in endless praise;\nTake my intellect, and use\n  Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.\n\n5 Take my will, and make it thine;\n  It shall be no longer mine;\nTake my heart,--it is thine own,--\n  It shall be thy royal throne.\n\n6 Take my love,--my Lord, I pour\n  At thy feet its treasure-store!\nTake myself, and I will be\n  Ever, only, all for thee!\n\n     Frances Ridley Havergal.\n\n\n278     Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.\n\n_Nearness to Christ Desired._\n\nLord, weak and impotent I stand,\nAs fettered by an unseen hand;\nBreak thou the strong and subtle band,\n  And draw me close to thee.\n\nCho.--Draw me close to thee, Savior,\n      Draw me close to thee;\n      Beneath thy wing do thou me hide,\n      And draw me close to thee.\n\n2 In vain I struggle to be free;\nI would, but cannot, fly to thee;\nOpe thou the prison door for me,\n  And draw me close to thee.\n\n3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still,\nThat thine own peace my soul may fill,\nAnd I may rest in thy sweet will;\n  Lord, draw me close to thee.\n\n4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide,\nAnd never wander from thy side;\nBeneath thy wing do thou me hide,\n  And draw me close to thee.\n\n     M.A.W. Cook.\n\n\n279     Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.\n\n_Clinging to Christ._     (668)\n\nO holy Savior! Friend unseen,\nSince on thine arm thou bid'st me lean,\nHelp me, throughout life's changing scene,\n  By faith to cling to thee!\n\nCho.--Help me cling to thee, Savior,\n      Help me cling to thee!\n      Help me, throughout life's changing scene,\n      By faith to cling to thee!\n\n2 Without a murmur I dismiss\nMy former dreams of earthly bliss;\nMy joy, my recompense be this,\n  Each hour to cling to thee!\n\n3 Though faith and hope are often tried,\nI ask not, need not, aught beside;\nSo safe, so calm, so satisfied,\n  The soul that clings to thee!\n\n     Charlotte Elliott.\n\n\n280     Draw Me Nearer. P.M.\n\n_Communion with Christ._\n\nI am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,\n  And it told thy love to me;\nBut I long to rise in the arms of faith,\n  And be closer drawn to thee.\n\nRef.--Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,\nTo the cross where thou hast died;\n      Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,\n        To thy precious, bleeding side.\n\n2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,\n  By the pow'r of grace divine;\nLet my soul look up with a steadfast hope,\n  And my will be lost in thine.\n\n3 O the pure delight of a single hour\n  That before thy throne I spend,\nWhen I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God,\n  I commune as friend with friend.\n\n4 There are depths of love that I cannot know\n  Till I cross the narrow sea,\nThere are heights of joy that I may not reach\n  Till I rest in peace with thee.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n281     Whiter Than Snow. 11s.\n\n_Desire for Purity._\n\nLord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;\nI want thee forever to live in my soul;\nBreak down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe;\nNow wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.\n\nCho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;\n      Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.\n\n2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies,\nAnd help me to make a complete sacrifice;\nI give up myself and whatever I know--\nNow wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.\n\n3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;\nI wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet,\nBy faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow--\nNow wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.\n\n4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait;\nCome now, and within me a new heart create;\nTo those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no--\nNow wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.\n\n     James Nicholson.\n\n\n282     Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M.\n\n_Resting in Christ's Merits._\n\nHave you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r?\n  Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?\nAre you fully trusting in his grace this hour?\n  Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?\n\nCho.--Are you washed in the blood,\n      In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?\n      Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?\n      Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?\n\n2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?\n  Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?\nDo you rest each moment in the Crucified?\n  Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?\n\n3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white,\n  Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?\nWill your soul be ready for the mansions bright?\n  And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?\n\n4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,\n  And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;\nThere's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,\n  Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb.\n\n     E.A. Hoffman.\n\n\n283     The Cleansing Wave. C.M.\n\n_It Cleanseth Me._\n\nOh, now I see the crimson wave,\n  The fountain deep and wide;\nJesus, my Lord, mighty to save,\n  Points to his wounded side.\n\nCho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see!\n      I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me;\n      Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me,\n      It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.\n\n2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light,\n  Above the world and sin,\nWith heart made pure, and garments white,\n  And Christ enthroned within.\n\n3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below\n  To feel the blood applied;\nAnd Jesus, only Jesus know,\n  My Jesus crucified.\n\n     Mrs. Phoebe Palmer\n\n\n284     Beulah Land. L.M.\n\n_Rest of Faith._\n\nI've reached the land of corn and wine.\nAnd all its riches freely mine;\nHere shines undimmed one blissful day,\nFor all my night has passed away.\n\nCho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land,\n      As on thy highest mount I stand,\n      I look away across the sea,\n      Where mansions are prepared for me,\n      And view the shining glory shore,\n      My heaven, my home forevermore.\n\n2 The Savior comes and walks with me,\nAnd sweet communion here have we;\nHe gently leads me with his hand,\nFor this is heaven's border land.\n\n3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze,\nIs borne from ever vernal trees,\nAnd flowers that never fading grow\nWhere streams of life forever flow.\n\n4 The zephyrs seem to float to me,\nSweet sounds of heaven's melody,\nAs angels, with the white-robed throng,\nJoin in the sweet redemption song.\n\n     Edgar Page Stites.\n\n\n285     The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_Beulah Land._\n\nI am dwelling on the mountain,\n  Where the golden sunlight gleams\nO'er a land whose wondrous beauty\n  Far exceeds my fondest dreams;\nWhere the air is pure ethereal,\n  Laden with the breath of flow'rs,\nThey are blooming by the fountain,\n  'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.\n\nCho.--Is not this land of Beulah,\n        Blessed, blessed land of light?\n      Where the flowers bloom forever,\n        And the sun is always bright.\n\n2 I can see far down the mountains,\n  Where I wandered weary years,\nOften hindered in my journey\n  By the ghosts of doubts and fears;\nBroken vows and disappointments,\n  Thickly sprinkled all the way,\nBut the Spirit led unerring,\n  To the land I hold to-day.\n\n3 I am drinking at the fountain,\n  Where I ever would abide;\nFor I've tasted life's pure river,\n  And my soul is satisfied;\nThere's no thirsting for life's pleasures,\n  Nor adorning, rich and gay,\nFor I've found a richer treasure.\n  One that fadeth not away.\n\n4 Tell me not of heavy crosses,\n  Nor the burdens hard to bear,\nFor I've found this great salvation\n  Makes each burden light appear;\nAnd I love to follow Jesus,\n  Gladly counting all but dross,\nWorldly honors all forsaking\n  For the glory of the cross.\n\n5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!\n  Oft I've proved this to be true;\nWhen I'm in the way so narrow\n  I can see a pathway thro';\nAnd how sweetly Jesus whispers:\n  Take the cross, thou need'st not fear,\nFor I've tried this way before thee.\n  And the glory lingers near.\n\n     Rev. Wm. Hunter.\n\n\n286     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Christ Incomparable._  (590)\n\nMajestic sweetness sits enthroned\n  Upon the Savior's brow;\nHis head with radiant glories crowned,\n  His lips with grace o'erflow.\n\n2 No mortal can with him compare\n  Among the sons of men;\nFairer is he, than all the fair\n  Who fill the heavenly train.\n\n3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,\n  And flew to my relief;\nFor me he bore the shameful cross,\n  And carried all my grief.\n\n4 To heaven, the place of his abode,\n  He brings my weary feet;\nShows me the glories of my God,\n  And makes my joys complete.\n\n     Samuel Stennett, 1787.\n\n\n287     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Christ Jesus, All in All._  (591)\n\nI've found the pearl of greatest price!\n  My heart doth sing for joy;\nAnd sing I must, for Christ is mine!\n  Christ shall my song employ.\n\n2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;\n  My Prophet full of light,\nMy great High Priest before the throne,\n  My King of heavenly might.\n\n3 Christ is my peace; he died for me,\n  For me he gave his blood;\nAnd, as my wondrous Sacrifice,\n  Offered himself to God.\n\n4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,--\n  My Comfort, and my Love;\nMy Life below, and he shall be\n  My Joy and Crown above.\n\n     John Mason, 1683. _a._\n\n\n288     Ortonville. C.M.\n\n_Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._     (588)\n\nOh, for a thousand tongues, to sing\n  My great Redeemer's praise,\nThe glories of my God and King\n  The triumphs of his grace.\n\n2 My gracious Master, and my God,\n  Assist me to proclaim--\nTo spread, through all the earth abroad,\n  The honors of thy name.\n\n3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,\n  That bids our sorrows cease;\n'Tis music in the sinner's ears,\n  'Tis life, and health, and peace.\n\n4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,\n  He sets the pris'ner free:\nHis blood can make the foulest clean--\n  His blood availed for me.\n\n5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice\n  New life the dead receive;\nThe mournful, broken hearts rejoice,\n  The humble poor believe.\n\n6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,\n  Your loosened tongues employ;\nYe blind, behold your Savior come;\n  And leap, ye lame, for joy.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1740.\n\n\n\n289     Henry. C.M.\n\n_Praise to Christ._  (596)\n\nCome, let us all unite to praise\n  The Savior of mankind;\nOur thankful hearts in solemn lays\n  Be with our voices joined.\n\n2 O Lord! we cannot silent be;\n  By love we are constrained\nTo offer our best thanks to thee,\n  Our Savior, and our Friend.\n\n3 Let every tongue thy goodness show,\n  And spread abroad thy fame;\nLet every heart with praise o'erflow,\n  And bless thy sacred name.\n\n4 Worship and honor, thanks and love,\n  Be to our Jesus given,\nBy men below, by hosts above,\n  By all in earth and heaven.\n\n     Martin Madan (?), 1760.\n\n\n290     Cambridge. C.M.\n\n_The Incarnation._  (206)\n\nAwake, awake, the sacred song,\n  To our incarnate Lord;\nLet every heart and every tongue\n  Adore th' eternal Word.\n\n2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power,\n  By whom the worlds were made;\nOh, happy morn--illustrious hour--\n  Was once in flesh arrayed.\n\n3 To dwell with misery here below,\n  The Savior left the skies,\nAnd sunk to wretchedness and woe,\n  That worthless man might rise.\n\n4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,\n  To hail the joyful day;\nWith rapture, then, let human tongues\n  Their grateful worship pay.\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760\n\n\n291     St. Agnes. C.M.\n\n_Jesus Our Joy._     (548)\n\nJesus, the very tho't of thee\n  With sweetness fills my breast;\nBut sweeter far thy face to see,\n  And in thy presence rest.\n\n2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,\n  Nor can the mem'ry find\nA sweeter sound than thy blest name,\n  O Savior of mankind!\n\n3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart!\n  Oh, joy of all the meek!\nTo those who fall, how kind thou art!\n  How good to those who seek.\n\n4 And those who find thee, find a bliss\n  Nor tongue nor pen can show;\nThe love of Jesus, what it is\n  None but his loved ones know.\n\n5 Jesus! our only joy be thou,\n  As thou our prize wilt be;\nJesus! be thou our glory now,\n  And through eternity.\n\n     Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848.\n\n\n292     St. Agnes. C.M.\n\n_All-Absorbing Love._     (551)\n\nO Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!\n  Forgive me, if I say,\nFor very love, thy sacred name\n  A thousand times a day.\n\n2 I love thee so, I know not how\n  My transports to control;\nThy love is like a burning fire\n  Within my very soul.\n\n3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let\n  So vile a heart as mine\nLove thee with such a love as this,\n  And make so free with thine!\n\n4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!\n  O Heaven begun on earth!\nJesus my Love, my Treasure! who\n  Can tell what thou art worth?\n\n5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!\n  What art thou not to me?\nEach hour brings joys before unknown,\n  Each day new liberty.\n\n     Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.\n\n\n293     St. Agnes. C.M.\n\n_Supreme Love to Christ._    (545)\n\nDo not I love thee, oh, my Lord?\n  Behold my heart, and see;\nAnd turn each worthless idol out,\n  That dares to rival thee.\n\n2 Do not I love thee, from my soul?\n  Then let me nothing love;\nDead be my heart to every joy,\n  Which thou dost not approve.\n\n3 Is not thy name melodious still,\n  To mine attentive ear?\nDoth not each pulse with pleasure thrill\n  My Savior's voice to hear?\n\n4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord!\n  But, oh! I long to soar\nFar from the sphere of mortal joys,\n  And learn to love thee more.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1750.\n\n\n294     How I Love Jesus. C.M.\n\n_The Dearest Name._     (537)\n\nThere is a name I love to hear,\n  I love to sing its worth;\nIt sounds like music in mine ear,\n  The sweetest name on earth.\n\nCho.--Oh, how I love Jesus,\n      Oh, how I love Jesus,\n      Oh, how I love Jesus,\n      Because he first loved me.\n\n2 It tells me of a Savior's love,\n  Who died to set me free;\nIt tells me of his precious blood,\n  The sinner's perfect plea.\n\n3 It tells me what my Father hath\n  In store for every day,\nAnd, though I tread a darksome path,\n  Yields sunshine all the way.\n\n4 It tells of One, whose loving heart\n  Can feel my deepest woe,\nWho in each sorrow bears a part,\n  That none can bear below.\n\n     Frederick Whitfield, 1859.\n\n\n295     How I Love Jesus. C.M.\n\n_The Precious Name._     (538)\n\nHow sweet the name of Jesus sounds\n  In a believer's ear;\nIt soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,\n  And drives away his fear.\n\n2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,\n  And calms the troubled breast;\n'Tis manna to the hungry soul,\n  And to the weary, rest.\n\n3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build,\n  My shield and hiding-place;\nMy never-failing treasure, filled\n  With boundless stores of grace.\n\n4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,\n  My Prophet, Priest, and King,\nMy Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,\n  Accept the praise I bring.\n\n5 I would thy boundless love proclaim\n  With every fleeting breath,\nSo shall the music of thy name\n  Refresh my soul in death.\n\n     John Newton, 1779\n\n\n296     Webb.  7s & 6s.  D.\n\n_The Joyful Prospect._\n\nOh, when shall I see Jesus,\n  And reign with him above?\nAnd drink the flowing fountain\n  Of everlasting love?\nWhen shall I be delivered\n  From this vain world of sin?\nAnd with my blessed Jesus\n  Drink endless pleasures in?\n\n2 But now I am a soldier,\n  My Captain's gone before;\nHe's given me my orders,\n  And tells me not to fear;\nAnd if I hold out faithful,\n  A crown of life he'll give,\nAnd all his valiant soldiers\n  Eternal life shall have.\n\n3 Through grace I am determined\n  To conquer, though I die,\nAnd then away to Jesus\n  On wings of love I'll fly!\nFarewell to sin and sorrow,\n  I bid them all adieu;\nAnd you, my friends, prove faithful,\n  And on your way pursue.\n\n4 Oh! do not be discouraged,\n  For Jesus is your friend;\nAnd if you lack for knowledge,\n  He'll not forget to lend:\nNeither will he upbraid you,\n  Though often you request;\nHe'll give you grace to conquer,\n  And take you home to rest.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n297     Webb.  7s & 6s, D.\n\n_Praise to the Savior._     (622)\n\nTo thee, my God and Savior!\n  My heart exulting sings,\nRejoicing in thy favor,\n  Almighty King of kings!\nI'll celebrate thy glory,\n  With all thy saints above,\nAnd tell the joyful story\n  Of thy redeeming love.\n\n2 Soon as the morn with roses\n  Bedecks the dewy east,\nAnd when the sun reposes\n  Upon the ocean's breast;\nMy voice, in supplication,\n  Well-pleased thou shalt hear:\nOh! grant me thy salvation,\n  And to my soul draw near.\n\n3 By thee, through life supported,\n  I pass the dangerous road,\nWith heavenly hosts escorted,\n  Up to their bright abode;\nThere, cast my crown before thee.--\n  Now, all my conflicts o'er,--\nAnd day and night adore thee:--\n  What can an angel more?\n\n     Thomas Haweis, 1792.\n\n\n298     Heavenly King. 7s. D.\n\n_Rejoicing on the Way._     (612)\n\nChildren of the heavenly King,\nAs we journey let us sing;\nSing our Savior's worthy praise,\nGlorious in his works and ways.\nWe are trav'ling home to God,\nIn the way our fathers trod;\nThey are happy now, and we\nSoon their happiness shall see.\n\n2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand\nOn the borders of our land;\nJesus Christ, our Father's Son,\nBids us undismayed go on.\nLord! obediently we'll go,\nGladly leaving all below:\nOnly thou our Leader be,\nAnd we still will follow thee.\n\n     John Cennick, 1742.\n\n\n299     Atoning Lamb. 7s.\n\n_Delight in Christ._     (575)\n\nEarth has nothing sweet or fair,\nLovely forms or beauties rare,\nBut before my eyes they bring\nChrist, of beauty Source and Spring.\n\n2 When the morning paints the skies,\nWhen the golden sunbeams rise,\nThen my Savior's form I find\nBrightly imaged on my mind.\n\n3 When the day-beams pierce the night,\nOft I think on Jesus' light,--\nThink,--how bright that light will be,\nShining through eternity.\n\n4 When, as moonlight softly steals,\nHeaven its thousand eyes reveals,\nThen I think;--who made their light\nIs a thousand times more bright.\n\n5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,\nFields their varied tints display,\nWakes the thrilling thought in me,\nWhat must their Creator be?\n\n6 Lord of all that's fair to see!\nCome, reveal thyself to me;\nLet me, 'mid thy radiant light,\nSee thine unveiled glories bright.\n\n     Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657.\n     Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.\n\n\n300     Luther. S.M.\n\n_The Song of the Seraphs._    (349)\n\nCrown him with many crowns,\n  The Lamb upon his throne;\nHark! how the heavenly anthem drowns\n  All music but its own!\n\n2 Awake, my soul! and sing\n  Of him who died for thee;\nAnd hail him as thy matchless King,\n  Through all eternity.\n\n3 Crown him, the Lord of love!\n  Behold his hands and side,\nRich wounds, yet visible above\n  In beauty glorified.\n\n4 Crown him, the Lord of peace!\n  Whose power a scepter sways,\nFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,\n  Absorbed in prayer and praise.\n\n5 Crown him, the Lord of years!\n  The Potentate of time;\nCreator of the rolling spheres,\n  Ineffably sublime!\n\n     Matthew Bridges, 1852.\n\n\n301     Luther. S.M.\n\n_The Song of Moses and the Lamb._     (350)\n\nAwake, and sing the song\n  Of Moses and the Lamb;\nWake, every heart, and every tongue!\n  To praise the Savior's name.\n\n2 Sing of his dying love;\n  Sing of his rising power;\nSing how he intercedes above\n  For those whose sins he bore.\n\n3 Sing on your heavenly way,\n  Ye ransomed sinners! sing;\nSing on, rejoicing, every day,\n  In Christ, th' eternal King.\n\n4 Soon shall ye hear him say,\n  \"Ye blessed children! come;\"\nSoon will he call you hence away,\n  And take his wanderers home.\n\n     William Hammond, 1745.\n     Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.\n\n\n302     Greenwood. S.M.\n\n_Living to God._     (562)\n\nBless'd be thy love, dear Lord!\n  That taught us this sweet way,\nOnly to love thee for thyself,\n  And for that love obey.\n\n2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope!\n  We to thy mercy fly;\nWhere'er we are, thou canst protect,\n  Whate'er we need, supply.\n\n3 Whether we sleep or wake,\n  To thee we both resign;\nBy night we see, as well as day,\n  If thy light on us shine.\n\n4 Whether we live or die,\n  Both we submit to thee;\nIn death we live, as well as life,\n  If thine in death we be.\n\n     John Austin, 1668.\n\n\n303     Ariel. C.P.M.\n\n_Christ's Character Appreciated._     (623)\n\nOh, could I speak the matchless worth,\nOh! could I sound the glories forth,\n  Which in my Savior shine!\nI'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,\nAnd vie with Gabriel while he sings,\n  In notes almost divine.\n\n2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,\nMy ransom from the dreadful guilt,\n  Of sin and wrath divine;\nI'd sing his glorious righteousness,\nIn which all-perfect heav'nly dress\n  My soul shall ever shine.\n\n3 I'd sing the characters he bears,\nAnd all the forms of love he wears,\n  Exalted on his throne;\nIn loftiest songs of sweetest praise,\nI would to everlasting days,\n  Make all his glories known.\n\n4 Well--the delightful day will come,\nWhen he, dear Lord! will bring me home,\n  And I shall see his face:\nThere, with my Savior, brother, friend,\nA blessed eternity I'll spend,\n  Triumphant in his grace.\n\n     Samuel Medley, 1789.\n\n\n304     Federal Street. L.M.\n\n_Ashamed of Me._\n\nJesus! and shall it ever be,\nA mortal man ashamed of thee!\nAshamed of thee, whom angels praise,\nWhose glories shine thro' endless days.\n\n2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far\nLet evening blush to own a star;\nHe sheds the beams of light divine\nO'er this benighted soul of mine.\n\n3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend\nOn whom my hopes of heaven depend!\nNo; when I blush, be this my shame,\nThat I no more revere his name.\n\n4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,\nWhen I've no guilt to wash away;\nNo tear to wipe, no good to crave,\nNo fears to quell, no soul to save.\n\n5 Till then--nor is my boasting vain--\nTill then, I boast a Savior slain!\nAnd, oh, may this my glory be\nThat Christ is not ashamed of me!\n\n     Joseph Grigg, 1765. _Ab. and alt._\n\n\n305     Federal Street. L.M.\n\n_All-Engrossing Love._     (509)\n\nJesus! my heart within me burns,\n  To tell thee all its conscious love;\nAnd from earth's low delight it turns,\n  To taste a joy like that above.\n\n2 When thou to me dost condescend,\n  In love divine, thou blessed One,\nThe moments that with thee I spend,\n  Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.\n\n3 Though oft these lips my love have told,\n  They still the story would repeat;\nTo me the rapture ne'er grows old,\n  That thrills me, bending at thy feet.\n\n4 I breathe my words into thine ear;\n  I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;\nAnd sure that thou dost wait to hear,\n  I dare in faith to call thee mine.\n\n5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;\n  My all I yield to thy control;\nOh! let me never from thee part,\n  Thou best Beloved of my soul!\n\n     Ray Palmer, 1869.\n\n\n306     Federal Street. L.M.\n\n_The Song of Songs._     (603)\n\nCome, let us sing the song of songs,\n  With hearts and voices swell the strain;\nThe homage which to Christ belongs;--\n  \"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!\"\n\n2 Slain to redeem us by his blood,\n  To cleanse from every sinful stain;\nAnd make us kings and priests to God:\n  \"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!\"\n\n3 To him who suffered on the tree,\n  Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,\nBlessing, and praise, and glory be!--\n  \"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!\"\n\n4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,\n  Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,\nLiving to sing, and dying cry,--\n  \"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!\"\n\n     James Montgomery, 1853.\n\n\n307     New Haven. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Looking to Jesus._     (587)\n\nMy faith looks up to thee,\nThou Lamb of Calvary;\n  Savior divine;\nNow hear me while I pray;\nTake all my guilt away;\nO, let me, from this day,\n  Be wholly thine.\n\n2 May thy rich grace impart\nStrength to my fainting heart;\n  My zeal inspire;\nAs thou hast died for me,\nOh! may my love to thee\nPure, warm, and changeless be,\n  A living fire!\n\n3 While life's dark maze I tread,\nAnd griefs around me spread,\n  Be thou my Guide;\nBid darkness turn to day,\nWipe sorrow's tears away,\nNor let me ever stray\n  From thee aside.\n\n4 When ends life's transient dream,\nWhen death's cold, sullen stream\n  Shall o'er me roll,\nBlest Savior! then, in love,\nFear and distrust remove;\nOh! bear me safe above,\n  A ransomed soul!\n\n     Ray Palmer, 1830.\n\n\n308     New Haven. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Jesus, My Lord._     (586)\n\nJesus, thy name I love,\nAll other names above,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\nOh, thou art all to me!\nNothing to please I see,\nNothing apart from thee,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\n\n2 When unto thee I flee,\nThou wilt my refuge be,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\nWhat need I now to fear?\nWhat earthly grief or care,\nSince thou art ever near,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\n\n3 Soon thou wilt come again!\nI shall be happy then,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\nThen thine own face I'll see,\nThen I shall like thee be,\nThen evermore with thee,\n    Jesus, my Lord!\n\n     J.G. Deck, 1837.\n\n\n309     Every Day and Hour. P.M.\n\n_Nearness to Christ._\n\nSavior, more than life to me,\nI am clinging, clinging close to thee;\nLet thy precious blood applied,\nKeep me ever, ever near thy side.\n\nCho.--Every day, every hour,\n      Let me feel thy cleansing power;\n      May thy tender love to me;\n      Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.\n\n2 Thro' this changing world below,\nLead me gently, gently as I go;\nTrusting thee, I cannot stray,\nI can never, never lose my way.\n\n3 Let me love thee more and more,\nTill this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;\nTill my soul is lost in love,\nIn a brighter, brighter world above.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n310     Bethany. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Love to Christ Desired._     (584)\n\nMore love to thee, O Christ,\n  More love to thee!\nHear thou the prayer I make\n  On bended knee:\nThis is my earnest plea--\nMore love, O Christ, to thee!\n  More love to thee!\n\n2 Once earthly joy I craved--\n  Sought peace and rest;\nNow thee alone I seek:\n  Give what is best.\nThis all my prayer shall be--\nMore love, O Christ, to thee;\n  More love to thee!\n\n3 Then shall my latest breath\n  Whisper thy praise;\nThis be the parting cry\n  My heart shall raise--\nThis still its prayer shall be,\nMore love, O Christ, to thee!\n  More love to thee!\n\n     Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.\n\n\n311     Bethany. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Nearer to God._     (709)\n\nNearer, my God, to thee,\n  Nearer to thee;\nE'en though it be a cross\n  That raiseth me.\nStill all my song shall be\nNearer, my God, to thee,--\n  Nearer to thee.\n\n2 Though like the wanderer\n  The sun gone down,\nDarkness be over me,\n  My rest a stone,\nYet, in my dreams, I'd be\nNearer, my God! to thee,--\n  Nearer to thee.\n\n3 There let the way appear,\n  Steps unto heaven;\nAll that thou send'st to me,\n  In mercy given;\nAngels to beckon me\nNearer, my God! to thee,--\n  Nearer to thee.\n\n4 Or if, on joyful wing,\n  Cleaving the sky,\nSun, moon, and stars forgot,\n  Upward I fly,\nStill all my song shall be,\nNearer, my God! to thee,--\n  Nearer to thee.\n\n     Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.\n\n\n312     Hope. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Parting with the World._    (582)\n\nFade, fade, each earthly joy,\n      Jesus is mine:\nBreak ev'ry mortal tie;\n      Jesus is mine.\nDark is the wilderness,\nDistant the resting-place;\nJesus alone can bless,\n      Jesus is mine.\n\n2 Tempt not my soul away:\n      Jesus is mine:\nHere would I ever stay;\n      Jesus is mine:\nPerishing things of clay,\nBorn but for one brief day!\nPass from my heart away,\n      Jesus is mine.\n\n3 Farewell, ye dreams of night!\n      Jesus is mine:\nMine is a dawning bright,\n      Jesus is mine:\nAll that my soul has tried,\nLeft but a dismal void;\nJesus has satisfied;\n      Jesus is mine.\n\n4 Farewell, mortality!\n      Jesus is mine:\nWelcome, eternity!\n      Jesus is mine:\nWelcome, ye scenes of rest!\nWelcome, ye mansions blest!\nWelcome a Savior's breast;\n      Jesus is mine.\n\n     Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.\n\n\n313     Hendon. 7s.\n\n_Jesus a Joy._\n\nAsk ye what great thing I know\nThat delights and stirs me so?\nWhat the high reward I win?\nWhose the name I glory in?\n  Jesus Christ, the crucified.\n\n2 What is faith's foundation strong?\nWhat awakes my lips to song?\nHe who bore my sinful load,\nPurchased for me peace with God;\n  Jesus Christ, the crucified.\n\n3 Who is life in life to me?\nWho the death of death will be?\nWho will place me on his right\nWith the countless hosts of light?\n  Jesus Christ, the crucified.\n\n4 This is that great thing I know;\nThis delights and stirs me so;\nFaith in him who died to save,\nHim who triumphed o'er the grave,\n  Jesus Christ, the crucified.\n\n     Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.\n\n\n314     Woodworth. L.M.\n\n_Ecstasy in Christ._     (554)\n\nOh, that I could forever dwell\n  Delighted at the Savior's feet,\nBehold the form I love so well,\n  And all his tender words repeat.\n\n2 The world shut out from all my soul,\n  And heaven brought in with all its bliss,\nOh! is there aught, from pole to pole,\n  One moment to compare with this?\n\n3 This is the hidden life I prize,\n  A life of penitential love,\nWhen most my follies I despise,\n  And raise my highest thoughts above.\n\n4 When all I am I clearly see,\n  And freely own with deepest shame;\nWhen the Redeemer's love to me\n  Kindles within a deathless flame.\n\n5 Thus would I live till nature fail\n  And all my former sins forsake;\nThen rise to God within the veil,\n  And of eternal joys partake.\n\n     Andrew Reed, 1841.\n\n\n315     Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.\n\n_Praise for Salvation._     (529)\n\nWe praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,\nFor Jesus who died, and is now gone above.\n\nCho.--Hallelujah! thine the glory,\n        Hallelujah! Amen.\n      Hallelujah! thine the glory,\n        Revive us again.\n\n2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,\nWho has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.\n\n3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,\nWho has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.\n\n4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace,\nWho has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.\n\n5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;\nMay each soul be rekindled with fire from above.\n\n     Wm. P. Mackay, 1866.\n\n\n316     Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.\n\n_Rejoicing in Christ._\n\nRejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!\nGo look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.\n\nCho.--Sound his praises, tell the story,\n        Of him who was slain,\n      Sound his praises, tell with gladness,\n        He liveth again.\n\n2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;\nRedemption is finished, the price has been paid.\n\n3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,\nO'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.\n\n4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;\nHe pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.\n\n5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--\nHe cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.\n\n     H. Bonar, 1874.\n\n\n317     Welcome Voice. S.M.\n\n_Going on to Perfection._\n\nI hear thy welcome voice\n  That calls me, Lord, to thee\nFor cleansing in thy precious blood\n  That flowed on Calvary.\n\nCho.--I am coming, Lord!\n        Coming now to thee!\n      Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood\n        That flowed on Calvary.\n\n2 Tho' coming weak and vile,\n  Thou dost my strength assure;\nThou dost my vileness fully cleanse,\n  Till spotless all and pure.\n\n3 'Tis Jesus calls me on\n  To perfect faith and love,\nTo perfect hope, and peace, and trust,\n  For earth and heaven above.\n\n4 'Tis Jesus who confirms\n  The blessed work within,\nBy adding grace to welcomed grace,\n  Where reigned the power of sin.\n\n6 And he the witness gives\n  To loyal hearts and free,\nThat every promise is fulfilled,\n  If faith but brings the plea.\n\n6 All hail, atoning blood!\n  All hail, redeeming grace!\nAll hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,\n  Our strength and righteousness!\n\n     Rev. L. Hartsough.\n\n\n318     Welcome Voice. S.M.\n\n_Christ the Guide and Counselor._     (688)\n\nJesus, my truth, my way,\n  My sure, unerring light,\nOn thee my feeble steps I stay,\n  Which thou wilt guide aright.\n\n2 My wisdom and my guide,\n  My counselor thou art;\nOh, never let me leave thy side,\n  Or from thy paths depart.\n\n3 Never will I remove\n  Out of thy hands my cause;\nBut rest in thy redeeming love,\n  And hang upon thy cross.\n\n4 Oh, make me all like thee,\n  Before I hence remove;\nSettle, confirm, and 'stablish me--\n  And build me up in love.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n319     Loving Kindness. L.M.\n\n_Loving Kindness._     (699)\n\nAwake, my soul, to joyful lays,\nAnd sing thy great Redeemer's praise;\nHe justly claims a song from me,\nHis loving kindness, oh, how free!\n\n2 He saw me ruined in the fall,\nYet loved me notwithstanding all;\nHe saved me from my lost estate--\nHis loving kindness, oh, how great!\n\n3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--\nThough earth and hell my way oppose;\nHe safely leads my soul along--\nHis loving kindness, oh, how strong!\n\n4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,\nHas gathered thick and thundered loud,\nHe near my soul has always stood--\nHis loving kindness, oh, how good!\n\n     S. Medley, 1787.\n\n\n320     Loving Kindness. L.M.\n\n_Love Which Passeth Knowledge._\n\nOf him who did salvation bring,\nI could forever think and sing;\nArise, ye needy, he'll relieve;\nArise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.\n\n2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given!\nAsk, and he turns your hell to heaven;\nThough sin and sorrow wound my soul,\nJesus, thy balm will make me whole.\n\n3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone,\nI shed my tears, and make my moan!\nWhere'er I am, where'er I move,\nI meet the object of my love.\n\n4 Insatiate to this spring I fly;\nI drink, and yet am ever dry;\nAh! who against thy charms is proof?\nAh, who that loves can love enough?\n\n     Bernard of Clairvaux,\n     tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712\n\n\n321     The Solid Rock. L.M.\n\n_The Sure Foundation._\n\nMy hope is built on nothing less\n  Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;\nI dare not trust the sweetest frame,\n  But wholly lean on Jesus' name.\n\nCho.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,\n      All other ground is sinking sand.\n\n2 When darkness veils his lovely face,\n  I rest on his unchanging grace;\nIn every high and stormy gale,\n  My anchor holds within the vail.\n\n3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,\n  Support me in the whelming flood;\nWhen all around my soul gives way,\n  He then is all my hope and stay.\n\n4 When he shall come with trumpet sound.\n  O, may I then in him be found;\nDressed in his righteousness alone,\n  Faultless to stand before the throne.\n\n     Rev. Edward Mote, 1825.\n\n\n322     How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s.\n\n_The Exceeding Love of Christ._\n\nSo tender, so precious.\n  My Savior to me;\nSo true, and so gracious,\n  I've found him to be.\n\nRef.--How can I but love him?\n        But love him, but love him?\n      There's no friend above him,\n        Poor sinner, for thee.\n\n2 So patient, so kindly\n  Toward all of my ways;\nI blunder so blindly,\n  He love still repays.\n\n3 Of all friends the fairest\n  And truest is he;\nHis love is the rarest,\n  That ever can be.\n\n4 His beauty, tho' bleeding\n  And circled with thorns,\nIs then most exceeding;\n  For grief him adorns.\n\n     J.E. Rankin, D.D.\n\n\n323     My Beloved, 11s & 8s.\n\n_My Beloved._\n\nO thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,\n  On whom in affliction I call;\nMy comfort by day, and my song in the night,\n  My hope, my salvation, my all.\n\n2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,\n  To feed in the pastures of love?\nAnd why in the valley of death should I weep,\n  Or alone in the wilderness rove?\n\n3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee,\n  Or cry in the desert for bread?\nThy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,\n  And smile at the tears I have shed.\n\n4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,\n  And myriads wait for his word;\nHe speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,\n  Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.\n\n     Jos. Swain, 1792.\n\n\n324     De Fleury. 8s. D\n\n_The Presence of Christ Desired._\n\nHow tedious and tasteless the hours\n  When Jesus no longer I see!\nSweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers\n  Have lost all their sweetness to me:\nThe midsummer sun shines but dim;\n  The fields strive in vain to look gay;\nBut when I am happy in him,\n  December's as pleasant as May.\n\n2 His name yields the richest perfume,\n  And sweeter than music his voice;\nHis presence disperses my gloom,\n  And makes all within me rejoice:\nI should, were he always so nigh,\n  Have nothing to wish or to fear;\nNo mortal so happy as I;\n  My summer would last all the year.\n\n3 Content with beholding his face,\n  My all to his pleasure resigned,\nNo changes of season or place\n  Would make any change in my mind:\nWhile blest with a sense of his love,\n  A palace a toy would appear;\nAnd prisons would palaces prove,\n  If Jesus would dwell with me there.\n\n4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,\n  If thou art my sun and my song,\nSay, why do I languish and pine?\n  And why are my winters so long?\nO, drive these dark clouds from my sky;\n  Thy soul-cheering presence restore;\nOr take me unto thee on high,\n  Where winter and clouds are no more.\n\n     John Newton.\n\n\n325     De Fleury. 8s. D\n\n_Phil. 1:23._     (571)\n\nMy Savior, whom absent I love,\n  Whom, not having seen, I adore\nWhose name is exalted above\n  All glory, dominion, and power,--\nDissolve thou these bands that detain\n  My soul from her portion in thee;\nAh! strike off this adamant chain,\n  And make me eternally free!\n\n2 When that happy era begins,\n  When arrayed in thy glories I shine,\nNor grieve any more, by my sins,\n  The bosom on which I recline,\nOh! then shall the veil be removed,\n  And round me thy brightness be poured!\nI shall meet him, whom absent I loved,\n  I shall see, whom unseen I adored.\n\n3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,\n  The trials, temptations, and woes,\nWhich darken this valley of tears,\n  Intrude on my blissful repose;\nTo Jesus, the crown of my hope,\n  My soul is in haste to be gone;\nOh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,\n  And waft me away to his throne!\n\n     W. Cowper.\n\n\n326     I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.\n\n_Need of Christ._\n\nI need thee ev'ry hour,\n  Most gracious Lord;\nNo tender voice like thine\n  Can peace afford.\n\nCho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee,\n      Ev'ry hour I need thee;\n      Oh, bless me now, my Savior\n      I come to thee.\n\n2 I need thee ev'ry hour;\n  Stay thou near by;\nTemptations lose their power\n  When thou art nigh.\n\n3 I need thee ev'ry hour,\n  In joy or pain;\nCome quickly and abide,\n  Or life is vain.\n\n4 I need thee ev'ry hour;\n  Teach me thy will;\nAnd thy rich promises\n  In me fulfill.\n\n5 I need thee ev'ry hour,\n  Most Holy One;\nOh, make me thine indeed,\n  Thou blessed Son.\n\n     Annie S. Hawks.\n\n\n327     De Fleury. 8s. D\n\n_Altogether Lovely._     (572)\n\nMy gracious Redeemer I love,\n  His praises aloud I'll proclaim:\nAnd join with the armies above,\n  To shout his adorable name.\nTo gaze on his glories divine\n  Shall be my eternal employ;\nTo see them incessantly shine,\n  My boundless, ineffable joy.\n\n2 He freely redeemed with his blood\n  My soul from the confines of hell,\nTo live on the smiles of my God,\n  And in his sweet presence to dwell:--\nTo shine with the angels in light,\n  With saints and with seraphs to sing,\nTo view, with eternal delight,\n  My Jesus, my Savior, my King!\n\n     B. Francis.\n\n\n328     The Lily of the Valley. P.M.\n\n_The Abiding Friend._\n\nI have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me,\n  He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;\nThe Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see\n  All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.\nIn sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay,\n  He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll.\nHe's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,\n  He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.\n\n2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;\n  In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower;\nI have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn\n  From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.\nTho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,\n  Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.\nHe's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,\n  He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.\n\n3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,\n  While I live by faith and do his blessed will;\nA wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,\n  With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.\nThen sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,\n  Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.\nHe's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,\n  He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.\n\n\n329     Glory to His Name. P.M.\n\n_Praise to Christ._\n\nDown at the cross where my Savior died.\n  Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;\nThere to my heart was the blood applied;\n  Glory to his name.\n\nCho.--Glory to his name,\n      Glory to his name,\n      There to my heart was the blood applied,\n      Glory to his name.\n\n2 I am so wondrously saved from sin,\n  Jesus so sweetly abides within;\nThere at the cross where he took me in;\n  Glory to his name.\n\n3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,\n  I am so glad, I have entered in;\nThere Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;\n  Glory to his name.\n\n4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,\n  Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet;\nPlunge in to-day and be made complete;\n  Glory to his name.\n\n     Rev. E.A. Hoffman.\n\n\n\n330     Balerma. C.M.\n\n_Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._     (625)\n\nOh, for a closer walk with God!\n  A calm and heavenly frame!\nA light to shine upon the road\n  That leads me to the Lamb!\n\n2 Where is the blessedness I knew\n  When first I saw the Lord?\nWhere is the soul-refreshing view\n  Of Jesus and his word?\n\n3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!\n  How sweet their memory still!\nBut now I find an aching void\n  The world can never fill.\n\n4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return,\n  Sweet messenger of rest;\nI hate the sins that made thee mourn,\n  And drove thee from, my breast.\n\n5 The dearest idol I have known,\n  Whatever that idol be,\nHelp me to tear it from thy throne,\n  And worship only thee.\n\n6 So shall my walk be close with God,\n  Calm and serene my frame;\nSo purer light shall mark the road\n  That leads me to the Lamb.\n\n     W. Cowper, 1772.\n\n\n331     Balerma. C.M.\n\n_A Perfect Heart._     (645)\n\nOh, for a heart to praise my God,\n  A heart from sin set free--\nA heart that always feels thy blood,\n  So freely spilt for me;--\n\n2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,\n  My great Redeemer's throne,\nWhere only Christ is heard to speak,\n  Where Jesus reigns alone.\n\n3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,\n  Believing, true, and clean,\nWhich neither life nor death can part\n  From him that dwells within;--\n\n4 A heart in every thought renewed,\n  And full of love divine;\nPerfect, and right, and pure, and good,\n  A copy, Lord, of thine.\n\n5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;\n  Come quickly from above;\nWrite thy new name upon my heart--\n  Thy new, best name of Love.\n\n     Charles Wesley. 1742.\n\n\n332     Balerma. C.M.\n\n_Triumphant Grace._     (847)\n\nAmazing grace! how sweet the sound,\n  That saved a wretch like me!\nI once was lost, but now am found,\n  Was blind, but now I see.\n\n2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,\n  And grace my fears relieved:\nHow precious did that grace appear,\n  The hour I first believed!\n\n3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares\n  I have already come;\n'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,\n  And grace will lead me home.\n\n4 The Lord has promised good to me,\n  His word my hope secures;\nHe will my shield and portion be,\n  As long as life endures.\n\n\n333     Evan. C.M.\n\n_The Peace of God._     (725)\n\nWe bless thee for thy peace, O God\n  Deep as the soundless sea,\nWhich falls like sunshine on the road\n  Of those who trust in thee.\n\n2 That peace which suffers and is strong,\n  Trusts where it cannot see,\nDeems not the trial way too long,\n  But leaves the end with thee;--\n\n3 That peace which flows serene and deep,\n  A river in the soul,\nWhose banks a living verdure keep;\n  God's sunshine o'er the whole.\n\n4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,\n  Whate'er the outward be,\nTill all life's discipline shall cease,\n  And we go home to thee.\n\n     Anon. 1862.\n\n\n334     Varina. C.M. D.\n\n_The Voice of Jesus._     (666)\n\nI heard the voice of Jesus say,\n  \"Come unto me and rest;\nLay down, thou weary one, lay down\n  Thy head upon my breast.\"\n\n2 I came to Jesus as I was,\n  Weary, and worn, and sad;\nI found in him a resting-place,\n  And he has made me glad.\n\n3 I heard the voice of Jesus say\n  \"Behold! I freely give\nThe living water; thirsty one!\n  Stoop down, and drink, and live.\"\n\n4 I came to Jesus, and I drank\n  Of that life-giving stream;\nMy thirst was quenched, my soul revived,\n  And now I live in him.\n\n5 I heard the voice of Jesus say,\n  \"I am this dark world's Light;\nLook unto me; thy morn shall rise,\n  And all thy day be bright.\"\n\n6 I looked to Jesus, and I found,\n  In him my Star, my Sun;\nAnd, in that light of life, I'll walk\n  Till traveling days are done.\n\n     Horatius Bonar, 1857.\n\n\n335     Dennis. S.M.\n\n_The Lord's Guardianship._     (855)\n\nHow gentle God's commands!\n  How kind his precepts are!\nCome, cast your burdens on the Lord,\n  And trust his constant care.\n\n2 His bounty will provide;\n  His saints securely dwell;\nThat hand which bears creation up,\n  Shall guard his children well.\n\n3 Why should this anxious load\n  Press down your weary mind?\nOh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,\n  And peace and comfort find.\n\n4 His Goodness Stands approved,\n  Unchanged from day to day;\nI'll drop my burden at his feet,\n  And bear a song away.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n336     Dennis. S.M.\n\n_Grace.--Eph. 2:8._     (744)\n\nGrace! 'tis a charming sound\n  Harmonious to the ear!\nHeaven with the echo shall resound,\n  And all the earth shall hear.\n\n2 Grace first contrived a way\n  To save rebellious man;\nAnd all the steps that grace display,\n  Which drew the wondrous plan.\n\n3 Grace led my roving feet\n  To tread the heavenly road;\nAnd new supplies each hour I meet\n  While pressing on to God.\n\n4 Grace all the work shall crown,\n  Through everlasting days;\nIt lays in heaven the topmost stone;\n  And well deserves the praise.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1755.\n\n\n337     Dennis. S.M.\n\n_Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._     (742)\n\nBehold what wondrous grace\n  The Father has bestowed\nOn sinners of a mortal race,\n  To call them sons of God!\n\n2 Nor doth it yet appear\n  How great we must be made;\nBut when we see our Savior there,\n  We shall be like our Head.\n\n3 A hope so much divine\n  May trials well endure,\nMay purge our souls from sense and sin,\n  As Christ the Lord is pure.\n\n4 If in my Father's love\n  I share a filial part,\nSend down thy Spirit, like a dove,\n  To rest upon my heart.\n\n5 We would no longer lie\n  Like slaves beneath the throne;\nOur faith shall Abba, Father! cry\n  And thou the kindred own.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n338     Nettleton. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Memorial of Praise._     (617)\n\nCome, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,\n  Tune my heart to sing thy grace;\nStreams of mercy never ceasing,\n  Call for songs of loudest praise.\nTeach me some melodious sonnet,\n  Sung by flaming tongues above;\nPraise the mount--I'm fixed upon it,\n  Mount of thy redeeming love.\n\n2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,\n  Hither by thy help I'm come;\nAnd I hope by thy good pleasure,\n  Safely to arrive at home.\nJesus sought me when a stranger,\n  Wand'ring from the fold of God,\nHe, to rescue me from danger,\n  Interposed his precious blood.\n\n3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor\n  Daily I'm constrained to be!\nLet thy goodness, like a fetter,\n  Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.\nProne to wander, Lord, I feel it;\n  Prone to leave the God I love--\nHere's my heart, oh, take and seal it;\n  Seal it for thy courts above.\n\n     Robert Robinson, 1758.\n\n\n339     Braden. S.M.\n\n_The Lord's Pity._     (188)\n\nThe pity of the Lord,\n  To those that fear his name,\nIs such as tender parents feel;\n  He knows our feeble frame.\n\n2 He knows we are but dust,\n  Scattered with ev'ry breath;\nHis anger, like a rising wind,\n  Can send us swift to death.\n\n3 Our days are as the grass,\n  Or like the morning flow'r;\nIf one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,\n  It withers in an hour.\n\n4 But thy compassions, Lord,\n  To endless years endure;\nAnd children's children ever find\n  Thy words of promise sure.\n\n     Isaac Watts. 1719.\n\n\n340     Refuge. 7s. D.\n\n_The Only Refuge._     (532)\n\nJesus, Lover of my soul,\n  Let me to thy bosom fly,\nWhile the nearer waters roll,\n  While the tempest still is high!\nHide me, O my Savior, hide,\n  Till the storm of life is past;\nSafe into the haven guide,\n  O receive my soul at last!\n\n2 Other refuge have I none;\n  Hangs my helpless soul on thee:\nLeave, O, leave me not alone,\n  Still support and comfort me:\nAll my trust on thee is stayed,\n  All my help from thee I bring;\nCover my defenseless head\n  With the shadow of thy wing!\n\n3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;\n  More than all in thee I find;\nRaise the fallen, cheer the faint,\n  Heal the sick, and lead the blind.\nJust and holy is thy name,\n  I am all unrighteousness:\nFalse and full of sin I am,\n  Thou art full of truth and grace.\n\n4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,\n  Grace to cover all my sin:\nLet the healing streams abound:\n  Make and keep me pure within.\nThou of life the fountain art,\n  Freely let me take of thee:\nSpring thou up within my heart,\n  Rise to all eternity.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1740.\n\n\n341     Pilot. 7s.\n\n_Savior, Pilot Me._\n\nJesus, Savior, pilot me,\nOver life's tempestuous sea;\nUnknown waves before me roll,\nHiding rock and treach'rous shoal;\nChart and compass come from thee;\nJesus, Savior, pilot me.\n\n2 As a mother stills her child,\nThou canst hush the ocean wild;\nBoist'rous waves obey thy will,\nWhen thou say'st to them \"Be still!\"\nWondrous Sov'reign of the sea,\nJesus, Savior, pilot me.\n\n3 When at last I near the shore,\nAnd the fearful breakers roar\n'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,\nThen, while leaning on thy breast,\nMay I hear thee say to me,\n\"Fear not, I will pilot thee!\"\n\n     Rev. Edward Hopper\n\n\n342     Fulton. 7s.\n\n     (577)\n\nSavior! teach me, day by day,\nLove's sweet lesson to obey;\nSweeter lesson cannot be,\nLoving him who first loved me.\n\n2 With a child-like heart of love,\nAt thy bidding may I move;\nPrompt to serve and follow thee,\nLoving him who first loved me.\n\n3 Teach me all thy steps to trace,\nStrong to follow in thy grace;\nLearning how to love from thee,\nLoving him who first loved me.\n\n4 Love in loving finds employ--\nIn obedience all her joy;\nEver new that joy will be,\nLoving him who first loved me.\n\n     Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.\n\n\n343     Oriel. L.M.\n\n_Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._     (730)\n\nO Lord, how full of sweet content\nOur years of pilgrimage are spent!\nWhere'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,\nIn heaven, in earth, or on the sea.\n\n2 To us remains nor place nor time;\nOur country is in every clime:\nWe can be calm and free from care\nOn any shore, since God is there.\n\n3 While place we seek, or place we shun,\nThe soul finds happiness in none;\nBut with our God to guide our way,\n'Tis equal joy to go or stay.\n\n4 Could we be cast where thou art not,\nThat were indeed a dreadful lot;\nBut regions none remote we call,\nSecure of finding God in all.\n\n     Mad. Guyon.\n\n\n344     Newcomer. L.M.\n\n_Completeness.--Col. 2:10._     (730)\n\nComplete in thee! no work of mine\nMay take, dear Lord, the place of thine;\nThy blood has pardon bought for me,\nAnd I am now complete in thee.\n\n2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin\nThy grace has conquered, reign within;\nThy voice will bid the tempter flee,\nAnd I shall stand complete in thee.\n\n3 Complete in thee--each want supplied,\nAnd no good thing to me denied,\nSince thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,\nI ask no more--complete in thee.\n\n4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar\nAll tribes and tongues assembled are.\nAmong thy chosen may I be\nAt thy right hand--complete in thee.\n\n     A.R.W.\n\n\n345     Waring. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_Safe in Jesus._     (696)\n\nIn heavenly love abiding,\n  No change my heart shall fear,\nAnd safe is such confiding,\n  For nothing changes here,\nThe storm may roar without me,\n  My heart may low be laid,\nBut God is round about me,--\n  And can I be dismayed?\n\n2 Wherever he may guide me,\n  No want shall turn me back:\nMy Shepherd is beside me,\n  And nothing can I lack;\nHis wisdom ever waketh,\n  His sight is never dim,\nHe knows the way he taketh,\n  And I will walk with him.\n\n3 Green pastures are before me,\n  Which yet I have not seen;\nBright skies will soon be o'er me,\n  Where darkest clouds have been;\nMy hope I cannot measure,\n  My path to life is free;\nMy Savior has my treasure,\n  And he will walk with me.\n\n     Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.\n\n\n346     Waring. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_Light After Darkness._\n\nSometimes a light surprises\n  The Christian while he sings:\nIt is the Lord who rises\n  With healing on his wings;\nWhen comforts are declining,\n  He grants the soul again\nA season of clear shining,\n  To cheer it after rain.\n\n2 In holy contemplation,\n  We sweetly then pursue\nThe theme of God's salvation,\n  And find it ever new:\nSet free from present sorrow,\n  We cheerfully can say,\nLet the unknown to-morrow\n  Bring with it what it may.\n\n     Wm. Cowper.\n\n\n347     Showers of Blessing. P.M.\n\n_The Promise of Blessing_\n\n\"There shall be showers of blessing;\"\n  This is the promise of love;\nThere shall be seasons refreshing,\n  Sent from the Savior above.\n\nCho.--Showers, showers of blessing,\n        Showers of blessing we need;\n      Mercy-drops round us are falling,\n        But for the showers we plead.\n\n2 \"There shall be showers of blessing;\"--\n  Precious reviving again;\nOver the hills and the valleys,\n  Sound of abundance of rain.\n\n3 \"There shall be showers of blessing;\"\n  Send them upon us, O Lord!\nGrant to us now a refreshing,\n  Come, and now honor thy Word.\n\n4 \"There shall be showers of blessing;\"\n  Oh, that to-day they might fall,\nNow as to God we're confessing,\n  Now as on Jesus we call!\n\n     D.W. Whittle.\n\n\n348     Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.\n\n_The Mighty Love._     (706)\n\nOh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!\nI plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!\nO'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,\nAnd point to the print of the nails in his hand.\n\nCho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,\n      Sing of his mighty love,\n      Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.\n\n2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!\nNo longer in dread condemnation I pine:\nIn conscious salvation I sing of his grace,\nWho lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.\n\n3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!\nNo wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;\nNo sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;\nNo tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.\n\n4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!\nMy blessed Redeemer! my God and my King;\nMy soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave,\nAnd triumph in death in the mighty to save.\n\n     Rev. F. Bottome.\n\n\n349     As Pants the Hart. C.M.\n\n_Desire for Communion._     (660)\n\nAs pants the hart for cooling streams,\n  When heated in the chase,\nSo pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,\n  And thy refreshing grace.\n\nCho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams,\n        So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;\n      As pants the hart for cooling streams,\n        So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.\n\n2 For thee, my God, the living God,\n  My thirsty soul doth pine;\nOh, when shall I behold thy face,\n  Thou Majesty divine?\n\n3 I sigh to think of happier days,\n  When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,\nWhen ev'ry heart was tuned to praise,\n  And none more blest than I.\n\n4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?\n  Trust God, and thou shalt sing\nHis praise again, and find him still\n  Thy health's eternal spring.\n\n     Henry F. Lyte, 1834.\n\n\n350     Hide Thou Me. P.M.\n\n_Safe in Christ._\n\nIn thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,\n      Hide thou me;\nWhen the fitful tempest rages,\n      Hide thou me;\nWhere no mortal arm can sever\nFrom my heart thy love forever,\nHide me, O thou Rock of Ages,\n      Safe in thee.\n\n2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure\n      Hide thou me;\nThou, my soul's eternal treasure,\n      Hide thou me;\nWhen the world its power is wielding,\nAnd my heart is almost yielding,\nHide me, O thou Rock of Ages,\n      Safe in thee.\n\n3 In the lonely night of sorrow,\n      Hide thou me;\nTill in glory dawns the morrow,\n      Hide thou me;\nIn the sight of Jordan's billow,\nLet thy bosom be my pillow,\nHide me, O thou Rock of Ages,\n      Safe in thee.\n\n     Fannie J. Crosby.\n\n\n351     As Pants the Hart. C.M.\n\n_Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._     (724)\n\nWalk in the light! so shalt thou know\n  That fellowship of love,\nHis Spirit only can bestow,\n  Who reigns in light above.\n\n2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find\n  Thy heart made truly his,\nWho dwells in cloudless light enshrined,\n  In whom no darkness is.\n\n3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb\n  No fearful shade shall wear;\nGlory shall chase away its gloom,\n  For Christ hath conquered there.\n\n4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see\n  Thy path, though thorny, bright,\nFor God by grace shall dwell in thee,\n  And God himself is light.\n\n     Bernard Barton.\n\n\n352     The Child of a King.\n\n_Adoption._\n\nMy Father is rich in houses and lands.\nHe holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!\nOf rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,\nHis coffers are full, he has riches untold.\n\nCho.--I'm the child of a King,\n      The child of a King,\n      With Jesus, my Savior,\n      I'm the child of a King.\n\n2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair,\nOnce wandered on earth human sorrow to share:\nBut now he is reigning forever on high,\nHe'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.\n\n3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth,\nA sinner by choice and an \"alien\" by birth!\nBut I've been \"adopted,\" my name's written down:\nAn heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.\n\n4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?\nThey're building a palace for me over there!\nTho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:\nAll glory to God, I'm the child of a King.\n\n     Hattie E. Buell. Arr.\n\n\n353     Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.\n\n_Divine Care._\n\nAmid the trials which I meet,\n  Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,\nOne thought remains supremely sweet,\n  Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!\n\nCho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,\n        Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,\n      What need I fear when thou art near,\n        And thinkest, Lord, of me.\n\n2 The cares of life come thronging fast\n  Upon my soul their shadow cast;\nTheir gloom reminds my heart at last,\n  Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!\n\n3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,\n  Let life be bright or dark with woe,\nI am content, for this I know,\n  Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!\n\n     E.S. Lorenz\n\n\n354     Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.\n\n_Plead for Me._     (633)\n\nO thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,\nWho loving, lov'st them to the end,\nOn this alone my hopes depend\n    That thou wilt plead for me.\n\nCho.--O Savior, plead for me,\n      O Savior, plead for me,\n      On this alone my hopes depend\n      That thou wilt plead for me.\n\n2 When weary in the Christian race,\nFar off appears my resting place,\nAnd, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,\n    Then, Savior, plead for me.\n\n3 When I have erred and gone astray,\nAfar from thine and wisdom's way,\nAnd see no glimmering, guiding ray,\n    Still, Savior, plead for me.\n\n4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,\nStrives from thy cross to loose my hold,\nThen with thy pitying arms enfold,\n    And plead, oh, plead for me!\n\n5 And when my dying hour draws near,\nDarkened with anguish, guilt and fear,\nThen to my fainting sight appear,\n    Pleading in heaven for me.\n\n     Charlotte Elliott.\n\n\n355     Hamburg. L.M.\n\n_Heb. 12:6._     (852)\n\nI cannot always trace the way\n  Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;\nBut I can always, always say,\n  That God is love, that God is love.\n\n2 When fear her chilling mantle flings\n  O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,\nAs to her native home, upsprings,\n  For God is love, for God is love.\n\n3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,\n  I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove;\nIn this my soul sweet comfort hath,\n  That God is love, that God is love.\n\n4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this\n  Can every gloomy thought remove,\nAnd turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,\n  For God is love, for God is love.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n356     Ward. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 46._     (849)\n\nGod is the refuge of his saints,\n  When storms of sharp distress invade.\nEre we can offer our complaints,\n  Behold him present with his aid.\n\n2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled\n  Down to the deep, and buried there;\nConvulsions shake the solid world;--\n  Our faith shall never yield to fear.\n\n3 There is a stream whose gentle flow\n  Supplies the city of our God;\nLife, love, and joy still gliding through,\n  And watering our divine abode:--\n\n4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,--\n  That all our raging fear controls:\nSweet peace thy promises afford,\n  And give new strength to fainting souls.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n357     Sessions. L.M.\n\n_The Offices of Faith._\n\nFaith is a living pow'r from heaven\nWhich grasps the promise God has given;\nSecurely fixed on Christ alone,\nA trust that cannot be o'erthrown.\n\n2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need\nTo save and strengthen, guide and feed;\nStrong in his grace, it joys to share\nHis cross, in hope his crown to wear.\n\n3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace,\nAnd bids the mourner's sighing cease;\nBy faith the children's right we claim,\nAnd call upon our Father's name.\n\n4 Such faith in us, O God, implant,\nAnd to our prayers thy favor grant;\nIn Jesus Christ, thy saving Son,\nWho is our fount of health alone.\n\n     Anon., 1531.\n\n\n358     Elliott. 8s & 4s.\n\n_Submission to Divine Will._\n\nMy God, my Father, while I stray\nFar from my home, in life's rough way,\nOh, teach me from my heart to say,\n    \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n2 If thou should'st call me to resign\nWhat most I prize--it ne'er was mine--\nI only yield thee what was thine--\n    \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n3 If but my fainting heart be blest\nWith thy sweet Spirit for its guest,\nMy God! to thee I leave the rest--\n    \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n4 Renew my will from day to day;\nBlend it with thine, and take away\nAll that now makes it hard to say,\n    \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more\nThe pray'r, oft mixed with tears before,\nI'll sing upon a happier shore,\n    \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n     Charlotte Elliott, 1834.\n\n\n359     Lisbon. S.M.\n\n_The Cross and Crown._     (858)\n\nOh! what, if we are Christ's,\n  Is earthly shame or loss?\nBright shall the crown of glory be\n  When we have borne the cross.\n\n2 Keen was the trial once,\n  Bitter the cup of woe,\nWhen martyred saints, baptized in blood,\n  Christ's sufferings shared below.\n\n3 Bright is their glory now,\n  Boundless their joy above,\nWhere, on the bosom of their God,\n  They rest in perfect love.\n\n4 Lord! may that grace be ours,\n  Like them, in faith, to bear\nAll that of sorrow, grief, or pain\n  May be our portion here.\n\n     Henry W. Baker, 1852.\n\n\n360     Lisbon. S.M.\n\n_God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._     (859)\n\nThe Lord my Shepherd is;\n  I shall be well supplied:\nSince he is mine, and I am his,\n  What can I want beside?\n\n2 He leads me to the place\n  Where heavenly pasture grows,\nWhere living waters gently pass,\n  And full salvation flows.\n\n3 If e'er I go astray,\n  He doth my soul reclaim,\nAnd guides me, in his own right way,\n  For his most holy name.\n\n4 While he affords his aid,\n  I cannot yield to fear;\nTho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,\n  My Shepherd's with me there.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n361     Lisbon. S.M.\n\n_Psalm 37:3-7._     (745)\n\nHere I can firmly rest;\n  I dare to boast of this,\nThat God, the highest and the best,\n  My Friend and Father is.\n\n2 Naught have I of my own,\n  Naught in the life I lead;\nWhat Christ hath given, that alone\n  I dare in faith to plead.\n\n3 I rest upon the ground\n  Of Jesus and his blood;\nIt is through him that I have found\n  My soul's eternal good.\n\n4 At cost of all I have,\n  At cost of life and limb,\nI cling to God who yet shall save;\n  I will not turn from him.\n\n5 His Spirit in me dwells,\n  O'er all my mind he reigns;\nMy care and sadness he dispels,\n  And soothes away my pains.\n\n6 He prospers day by day\n  His work within my heart,\nTill I have strength and faith to say,\n  Thou, God, my Father art!\n\n     Paul Gerhardt, 1650.\n     Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855.\n\n\n362     Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Through the Desert._     (807)\n\nGuide me, oh thou great Jehovah,\n  Pilgrim thro' this barren land;\nI am weak, but thou art mighty;\n  Hold me with thy powerful hand.\n      Bread of heaven,\n  Feed me till I want no more.\n\n2 Open now thy crystal fountain,\n  Whence the healing streams do flow,\nLet the fiery, cloudy pillar,\n  Lead me all my journey thro';\n      Strong deliverer,\n  Be thou still my strength and shield.\n\n3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,\n  Bid my anxious fears subside;\nFoe to death and hell's destruction,\n  Land me safe on Canaan's side;\n      Songs of praises,\n  I will ever give to thee.\n\n     William Williams, 1774.\n\n\n363     Lisbon. S.M.\n\n_Hope Thou in God._     (860)\n\nGive to the winds thy fears;\n  Hope, and be undismayed;\nGod hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,\n  God shall lift up thy head.\n\n2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,\n  He gently clears the way;\nWait thou his time; so shall this night\n  Soon end in joyous day.\n\n3 What, though thou rulest not?\n  Yet heaven, and earth, and hell\nProclaim,--God sitteth on the throne,\n  And ruleth all things well.\n\n4 Leave to his sovereign sway\n  To choose and to command;\nSo shalt thou wondering own, his way\n  How wise, how strong his hand!\n\n     Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739.\n\n\n364     Peterborough. C.M.\n\n_Unwavering Faith._     (713)\n\nOh! for a faith that will not shrink,\n  Though pressed by every foe;\nThat will not tremble on the brink\n  Of any earthly woe!--\n\n2 That will not murmur nor complain,\n  Beneath the chastening rod,\nBut, in the hour of grief or pain,\n  Will lean upon its God;--\n\n3 A faith that shines more bright and clear\n  When tempests rage without;\nThat, when in danger, knows no fear,\n  In darkness, feels no doubt;--\n\n4 A faith that keeps the narrow way\n  Till life's last hour is fled,\nAnd, with a pure and heavenly ray,\n  Lights up a dying bed!\n\n5 Lord! give us such a faith as this;\n  And then, whate'er may come,\nWe'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss\n  Of an eternal home.\n\n     William H. Bathurst, 1831.\n\n\n365     Naomi. C.M.\n\n_Resignation._  (841)\n\nFather! whate'er of earthly bliss\n  Thy sovereign hand denies,\nAccepted at thy throne of grace,\n  Let this petition rise:--\n\n2 \"Give me a calm, a thankful heart,\n  From every murmur free;\nThe blessings of thy grace impart,\n  And let me live to thee.\n\n3 \"Let the sweet hope that thou art mine\n  My path of life attend;\nThy presence through my journey shine,\n  And bless its happy end.\"\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760.\n\n\n366     Horton. 7s.\n\n_Eternal Faithfulness._     (861)\n\nCast thy burden on the Lord,\n  Only lean upon his word;\nThou wilt soon have cause to bless\n  His eternal faithfulness.\n\n2 He sustains thee by his hand,\n  He enables thee to stand;\nThose whom Jesus once hath loved,\n  From his grace are never moved.\n\n3 Heaven and earth may pass away,\n  God's free grace shall not decay;\nHe hath promised to fulfill\n  All the pleasure of his will.\n\n4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock,\n  Be thyself our constant Rock;\nMake us, by thy powerful hand,\n  Strong as Zion's mountain stand.\n\n     Rowland Hill, 1783.\n\n\n367     The Lord Will Provide. P.M.\n\n_Divine Providence._\n\nIn some way or other\n  The Lord will provide;\nIt may not be my way,\nIt may not be thy way,\nAnd yet in his own way,\n  The Lord will provide.\n\n2 At some time or other\n  The Lord will provide;\nIt may not be my time,\nIt may not be thy time,\nAnd yet in his own time,\n  The Lord will provide.\n\n3 Despond then no longer,\n  The Lord will provide;\nAnd this be the token--\nNo word he hath spoken,\nWas ever yet broken,\n  The Lord will provide.\n\n4 March on, then, right boldly\n  The sea shall divide;\nThe pathway made glorious\nWith shoutings victorious,\nWe'll join in the chorus,\n  The Lord will provide.\n\n     Mrs. M.A.W. Cook.\n\n\n368     Consolation. 11s.\n\n_Heb. 12:2._     (866)\n\nOh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore!\nLook off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more!\nThe light of his countenance shineth so bright,\nThat here, as in heaven, there need be no night.\n\n2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear;\nI tremble no more when I see Jesus near;\nI know that his presence my safeguard will be,\nFor, \"Why are you troubled?\" he saith unto me.\n\n3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,\nWhen Jordan's dark waters encompass me round!\nThey bear me away in his presence to be;\nI see him still nearer whom always I see.\n\n4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace\nOf Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;\nShall know how his love went before me each day,\nAnd wonder that ever my eyes turned away.\n\n\n369     Foundation. 11s.\n\n_Precious Promises._     (867)\n\nHow firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,\nIs laid for your faith in his excellent word:\nWhat more can he say than to you he has said,\nYou who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?\n\n2 In every condition--in sickness, in health,\nIn poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,\nAt home and abroad, on the land, on the sea--\nAs your days may demand, so your succor shall be.\n\n3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed;\nI, I am your God, and will still give you aid;\nI'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,\nUpheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.\n\n4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go,\nThe rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow;\nFor I will be with you, your troubles to bless,\nAnd sanctify to you your deepest distress.\n\n5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,\nMy grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply;\nThe flame shall not hurt you; I only design\nYour dross to consume, and your gold to refine.\n\n6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove\nMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;\nAnd when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,\nLike lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.\n\n7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,\nI will not, I cannot desert to his foes;\nThat soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,\nI'll never, no never, no never forsake.\n\n     Geo. Keith, 1787.\n\n\n370     Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M.\n\n_Hid with Christ._\n\nSafe in the arms of Jesus,\n  Safe on his gentle breast,\nThere by his love o'ershaded,\n  Sweetly my soul shall rest.\nHark! 'tis the voice of angels,\n  Borne in a song to me,\nOver the fields of glory,\n  Over the jasper sea.\n\nCho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus,\n        Safe on his gentle breast,\n      There by his love o'ershaded,\n        Sweetly my soul shall rest.\n\n2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,\n  Safe from corroding care,\nSafe from the world's temptations\n  Sin cannot harm me there.\nFree from the blight of sorrow,\n  Free from my doubts and fears;\nOnly a few more trials,\n  Only a few more tears!\n\n3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,\n  Jesus has died for me;\nFirm on the Rock of Ages\n  Ever my trust shall be.\nHere let me wait with patience,\n  Wait till the night is o'er;\nWait till I see the morning\n  Break on the golden shore.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n371     He Leadeth Me. L.M.\n\n_Divine Guidance_\n\nHe leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't,\nOh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught;\nWhate'er I do, where'er I be,\nStill 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.\n\nRef.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me!\n      By his own hand he leadeth me;\n      His faithful follower I would be,\n      For by his hand he leadeth me.\n\n2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,\nSometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,\nBy waters still, o'er troubled sea--\nStill 'tis his hand that leadeth me.\n\n3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.\nNor ever murmur or repine--\nContent, whatever lot I see,\nSince 'tis my God that leadeth me.\n\n4 And when my task on earth is done,\nWhen by thy grace, the vict'ry's won,\nE'en death's cold wave I will not flee,\nSince God thro' Jordan leadeth me.\n\n     Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861.\n\n\n372     Jewett. 6s. D.\n\n_Mark 14:36._     (864)\n\nMy Jesus, as thou wilt--\n  O may thy will be mine!\nInto thy hand of love\n  I would my all resign;\nThrough sorrow, or through joy,\n  Conduct me as thine own,\nAnd help me still to say,\n  My Lord, thy will be done!\n\n2 My Jesus, as thou wilt--\n  If needy here and poor,\nGive me thy people's bread,\n  Their portion rich and sure;\nThe manna of thy word,\n  Let my soul feed upon,\nAnd, if all else should fail,\n  My Lord, thy will be done!\n\n3 My Jesus, as thou wilt--\n  If among thorns I go,\nStill sometimes here and there\n  Let a few roses blow.\nBut thou, on earth, along\n  The thorny path hast gone:\nThen lead me after thee;\n  My Lord, thy will be done!\n\n     Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853.\n\n\n373     Trusting in the Promise. P.M.\n\n_The Promise Secure._\n\nI have found repose for my weary soul,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nAnd a harbor safe when the billows roll,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\nI will fear no foe in the deadly strife,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nI will bear my lot in the toil of life,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\n\nRef.--Resting on his mighty arm forever,\n      Never from his loving heart to sever,\n      I will rest by grace in his strong embrace,\n      Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\n\n2 I will sing my song as the days go by,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nAnd rejoice in hope, while I live or die,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\nI can smile at grief and abide in pain,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nAnd the loss of all shall be highest gain,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\n\n3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nOh, the strength and grace only God can give,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\nWhosoever will may be saved to-day,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;\nAnd begin to walk in the holy way,\n  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.\n\n     Rev. H.B. Hartzler.\n\n\n374     Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s.\n\n_Consolation Offered._  (868)\n\nCome, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;\n  Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel;\nHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;\n  Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!\n\n2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,\n  Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure--\nHere speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,\n  Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.\n\n3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing\n  Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;\nCome to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing\n  Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.\n\n     Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816.\n     Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.\n\n\n375     Follow On! P.M.\n\n_Following Christ._\n\nDown in the valley with my Savior I would go,\nWhere the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;\nEv'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on,\nWalking in his footsteps till the crown be won.\n\nRef.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!\n        Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!\n      Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!\n        Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!\n\n2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,\nWhere the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;\nWith his hand to lead me I will never, never fear,\nDangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.\n\n3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,\nClose beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;\nHe will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod,\nUp to where they gather on the hills of God.\n\n     W.O. Cushing.\n\n\n376     Trusting Jesus. 7s.\n\n_Undoubting Trust._\n\nSimply trusting ev'ry day,\nTrusting thro' a stormy way;\nEven when my faith is small,\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n\nCho.--Trusting as the moments fly,\n      Trusting as the days go by;\n      Trusting him whate'er befall,\n      Trusting Jesus, that is all.\n\n2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine\nInto this poor heart of mine;\nWhile he leads I cannot fall,\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n\n3 Singing if my way is clear;\nPraying if the path is drear;\nIf in danger for him call;\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n\n4 Trusting him while life shall last,\nTrusting him till earth is past;\nTill within the jasper wall,\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n\n     E.P. Stites.\n\n\n377     A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M.\n\n_Divine Refuge._\n\nThe Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,\n  A shelter in the time of storm;\nSecure whatever ill betide,\n  A shelter in the time of storm.\n\nCho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,\n        A weary land, a weary land,\n      Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,\n        A shelter in the time of storm.\n\n2 A shade by day, defense by night,\n  A shelter in the time of storm;\nNo foes alarm, no fears affright,\n  A shelter in the time of storm.\n\n3 The raging storms may round us beat,\n  A shelter in the time of storm;\nWe'll never leave our safe retreat,\n  A shelter in the time of storm.\n\n4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,\n  A shelter in the time of storm;\nBe thou our helper, ever near,\n  A shelter in the time of storm.\n\n     Anon, Arranged.\n\n\n378     Under His Wings. 8s.\n\n_Psalm 91._\n\nIn God I have found a retreat,\n  Where I can securely abide;\nNo refuge nor rest so complete;\n  And here I intend to reside.\n\nCho.--Oh, what comfort it brings,\n        As my soul sweetly sings,\n      I am safe from all danger\n        While under his wings.\n\n2 I dread not the terror by night,\n  No arrow can harm me by day;\nHis shadow has covered me quite,\n  My fears he has driven away.\n\n3 The pestilence walking about,\n  When darkness has settled abroad,\nCan never compel me to doubt\n  The presence and power of God.\n\n4 The wasting destruction at noon\n  No fearful foreboding can bring;\nWith Jesus my soul doth commune,\n  His perfect salvation I sing.\n\n5 A thousand may fall at my side,\n  And ten thousand at my right hand;\nAbove me his wings are spread wide,\n  Beneath them in safety I stand.\n\n     James Nicholson.\n\n\n379     He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.\n\n_Divine Sympathy._\n\nHe knows the bitter, weary way,\nThe endless striving day by day,\nThe souls that weep, the souls that pray--\n          He knows it all.\n\nRef.--He knows it all,\n        The bitter, weary way;\n        O souls that weep, O souls that pray,\n      He knows it all.\n\n2 He knows how hard the fight has been,\nThe clouds that come our lives between,\nThe wounds the world has never seen--\n          He knows it all.\n\n3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,\nHow deep the pain, how near the brink\nOf dark despair we pause and shrink--\n          He knows it all.\n\n4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!\nFor though on earth our joys we miss.\nWe still can bear it, feeling this--\n          He knows it all.\n\n     Unknown.\n\n\n380     Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.\n\nCast thy burden on the Lord,\nAnd he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee;\nHe will sustain thee, and comfort thee;\nHe will sustain thee, he will comfort thee;\nCast thy burden on the Lord!\n\n\n381     Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.\n\n_Lead Thou Me On._\n\nLead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,\n    Lead thou me on,\nThe night is dark, and I am far from home,\n    Lead thou me on;\nKeep thou my feet; I do not ask to see\nThe distant scene; one step enough for me.\n\n2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou\n    Shouldst lead me on;\nI loved to choose and see my path, but now\n    Lead thou me on;\nI loved the garish day, and spite of fears,\nPride ruled my will. Remember not past years.\n\n3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still\n    Will lead me on;\nO'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till\n    The night is gone;\nAnd with the morn those angel faces smile\nWhich I have loved long since, and lost awhile.\n\n     Cardinal J.H. Newman\n\n\n382     Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.\n\n_Joy After Weeping._\n\nOh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,\n  For joy cometh in the morning;\nFor God, in his own Word, hath said\n  That joy cometh in the morning.\n\nCho.--Joy cometh in the morning,\n      Joy cometh in the morning;\n      Weeping may endure for a night,\n      But joy cometh in the morning.\n\n2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,\n  For joy cometh in the morning;\nOh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,\n  For joy cometh in the morning.\n\n3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up,\n  For joy cometh in the morning;\nAnd ev'ry trembling sinner hope,\n  For joy cometh in the morning.\n\n4 Our God shall wipe all tears away,\n  For joy cometh in the morning;\nSorrow and sighing flee away,\n  For joy cometh in the morning.\n\n     M.M. Weinland.\n\n\n383     Landis. S.M.\n\n_God's Tenderness in Our Grief._     (883)\n\nHow tender is thy hand,\n  Oh, thou beloved Lord!\nAfflictions come at thy command,\n  And leave us at thy word.\n\n2 How gentle was the rod\n  That chastened us for sin!\nHow soon we found a smiling God,\n  Where deep distress had been!\n\n3 A Father's hand we felt,\n  A Father's heart we knew;\nWith tears of penitence we knelt,\n  And found his word was true.\n\n4 We told him all our grief,\n  We thought of Jesus' love;\nA sense of pardon brought relief,\n  And bade our pains remove.\n\n     Thomas Hastings.\n\n\n384     Retreat. L.M.\n\n_The Mercy-Seat._     (787)\n\nFrom every stormy wind that blows,\nFrom every swelling tide of woes,\nThere is a calm, a sure retreat;--\n'Tis found before the mercy-seat.\n\n2 There is a place where Jesus sheds\nThe oil of gladness on our heads,--\nA place, than all besides, more sweet;\nIt is the blood-bought mercy-seat.\n\n3 There is a spot where spirits blend,\nWhere friend holds fellowship with friend;\nThough sundered far, by faith they meet\nAround one common mercy-seat.\n\n4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar,\nAnd time, and sense seem all no more;\nAnd heaven comes down our souls to greet,\nAnd glory crowns the mercy-seat!\n\n5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill,\nMy tongue be silent, cold, and still,\nThis bounding heart forget to beat,\nIf I forget the mercy-seat!\n\n     Hugh Stowell, 1827.\n\n\n385     Retreat. L.M.\n\n_Design of Prayer._     (796)\n\nPrayer is appointed to convey\n  The blessings God designs to give:\nLong as they live should Christians pray;\n  They learn to pray when first they live.\n\n2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress;\n  If cares distract, or fears dismay;\nIf guilt deject; if sin distress;\n  In every case, still watch and pray.\n\n3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,\n  Tho' thought be broken, language lame,\nPray, if thou canst or canst not speak,\n  But pray with faith in Jesus' name.\n\n4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail;\n  Make all thy wants and wishes known;\nFear not, his merits must prevail,\n  Ask but in faith, it shall be done.\n\n     Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768\n\n\n386     Retreat. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 104:34._     (794)\n\nMy God, is any hour so sweet\n  From blush of morn to evening star,\nAs that which calls me to thy feet,\n  The calm and holy hour of prayer?\n\n2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn,\n  And blest the hush of solemn eve,\nWhen on the wings of prayer up-borne,\n  This fair, but transient, world I leave.\n\n3 Then is my strength by thee renewed;\n  Then are my sins by thee forgiven;\nThen dost thou cheer my solitude,\n  With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.\n\n4 No words can tell what sweet relief,\n  There for my every want I find;\nWhat strength for warfare, balm for grief,\n  What deep and cheerful peace of mind.\n\n5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore,\n  No privilege so dear shall be,\nAs thus my inmost soul to pour\n  In faithful, filial prayer to thee!\n\n     Charlotte Elliott, 1854.\n\n\n387     Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D.\n\n_Blessedness of Prayer._     (790)\n\nSweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!\nThat calls me from a world of care,\nAnd bids me at my Father's throne\nMake all my wants and wishes known:\nIn seasons of distress and grief,\nMy soul has often found relief;\nAnd oft escaped the tempter's snare,\nBy thy return, sweet hour of prayer!\n\n2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!\nThy wings shall my petition bear\nTo him whose truth and faithfulness\nEngage the waiting soul to bless.\nAnd since he bids he seek his face,\nBelieve his word, and trust his grace,\nI'll cast on him my ev'ry care\nAnd wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!\n\n3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!\nMay I thy consolation share,\nTill, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,\nI view my home and take my flight:\nThis robe of flesh I'll drop and rise\nTo seize the everlasting prize;\nAnd shout, while passing thro' the air,\nFarewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!\n\n     Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846.\n\n\n388     Brown. C.M.\n\n_Secret Prayer._     (776)\n\nI love to steal awhile away\n  From ev'ry cumb'ring care,\nAnd spend the hours of setting day\n  In humble, grateful prayer.\n\n2 I love in solitude to shed\n  The penitential tear,\nAnd all his promises to plead,\n  Where none but God can hear.\n\n3 I love to think on mercies past,\n  And future good implore,\nAnd all my cares and sorrows cast\n  On him whom I adore.\n\n4 I love by faith to take a view\n  Of brighter scenes in heaven;\nThe prospect doth my strength renew,\n  While here by tempests driven.\n\n5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,\n  May its departing ray\nBe calm as this impressive hour,\n  And lead to endless day!\n\n     Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825.\n\n\n389     Brown. C.M.\n\n_Graces Sought in Prayer._     (786)\n\nLord! teach us how to pray aright,\n  With reverence and with fear;\nThough dust and ashes in thy sight,\n  We may, we must draw near.\n\n2 God of all grace, we come to thee,\n  With broken, contrite hearts,\nGive, what thine eye delights to see,\n  Truth in the inward parts;\n\n3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,\n  Though mercy long delay;\nCourage, our fainting souls to keep,\n  And trust thee though thou slay.\n\n4 Give these, and then--thy will be done--\n  Thus strengthened with all might,\nWe by the Spirit and thy Son,\n  Shall pray, and pray aright.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1819.\n\n\n390     Brown. C.M.\n\n_Mark 13:33._     (784)\n\nThe Savior bids thee watch and pray\n  Through life's momentous hour;\nAnd grants the Spirit's quickening ray\n  To those who seek his power.\n\n2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,\n  Maintain a warrior's strife;\nOh, Christian! hear his voice to-day;\n  Obedience is thy life.\n\n3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,\n  For soon the hour will come\nThat calls thee from the earth away\n  To thy eternal home.\n\n4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray\n  Oh, hearken to his voice,\nAnd follow where he leads the way,\n  To heaven's eternal joys.\n\n     T. Hastings.\n\n\n391     Devizes. C.M.\n\n_Prayer._     (781)\n\nPrayer is the soul's sincere desire,\n  Uttered or unexpressed;\nThe motion of a hidden fire,\n  That trembles in the breast.\n\n2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,\n  The falling of a tear,\nThe upward glancing of an eye,\n  When none but God is near.\n\n3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,\n  That infant lips can try;\nPrayer, the sublimest strains that reach\n  The Majesty on high.\n\n4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,\n  The Christian's native air:\nHis watchword at the gates of death;\n  He enters heaven with prayer.\n\n5 Oh, Thou, by whom we come to God,--\n  The Life, the Truth, the Way!\nThe path of prayer thyself hast trod;\n  Lord! teach us how to pray.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1819.\n\n\n392     Marlow. C.M.\n\n_A Throne of Grace._     (778)\n\nA throne of grace! then let us go\n  And offer up our prayer;\nA gracious God will mercy show\n  To all that worship there.\n\n2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne\n  Our knees have often bent,\nAnd God has showered his blessings down\n  As often as we went.\n\n3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints!\n  That throne is open still;\nTo God unbosom your complaints,\n  And then inquire his will.\n\n     Corbin.\n\n\n393     Notting Hill. C.M.\n\n_Communion in Prayer._     (777)\n\nTalk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,\n  While here o'er earth we rove;\nSpeak to our hearts, and let us feel\n  The kindling of thy love.\n\n2 With thee conversing, we forget\n  All time, and toil, and care:\nLabor is rest, and pain is sweet,\n  If thou, my God! art here.\n\n3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,\n  And bid my heart rejoice:\nMy bounding heart shall own thy sway,\n  And echo to thy voice.\n\n4 Thou callest me to seek thy face--\n  'Tis all I wish to seek;\nT' attend the whisperings of thy grace,\n  And hear thee only speak.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1740.\n\n\n394     Aletta. 7s.\n\n_At the Throne._     (804)\n\nCome, my soul! thy suit prepare;\nJesus loves to answer prayer;\nHe himself has bid thee pray,\nTherefore will not say thee nay.\n\n2 Thou art coming to a King,\nLarge petitions with thee bring;\nFor his grace and power are such,\nNone can ever ask too much.\n\n3 Lord! I come to thee for rest,\nTake possession of my breast;\nThere thy blood-bought right maintain,\nAnd without a rival reign.\n\n4 While I am a pilgrim here,\nLet thy love my spirit cheer;\nAs my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,\nLead me to my journey's end.\n\n     John Newton, 1779.\n\n\n395     What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_The Privilege of Prayer._\n\nWhat a friend we have in Jesus,\n  All our sins and griefs to bear;\nWhat a privilege to carry\n  Ev'rything to God in prayer!\nO what peace we often forfeit,\n  O what needless pain we bear,\nAll because we do not carry\n  Ev'rything to God in prayer!\n\n2 Have we trials and temptations?\n  Is there trouble anywhere?\nWe should never be discouraged,\n  Take it to the Lord in prayer.\nCan we find a friend so faithful,\n  Who will all our sorrows share?\nJesus knows our ev'ry weakness,\n  Take it to the Lord in prayer!\n\n3 Are we weak and heavy laden,\n  Cumbered with a load of care?--\nPrecious Savior, still our refuge,--\n  Take it to the Lord in prayer.\nDo thy friends despise, forsake thee?\n  Take it to the Lord in prayer;\nIn his firms he'll take and shield thee,\n  Thou wilt find a solace there.\n\n     Unknown.\n\n\n396     The Lord's Prayer.\n\n_Chant._\n\nOur Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, ||\nThy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven,\n\n2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, ||\nAnd forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors.\n\n3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; ||\nFor thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men.\n\n\n397     Thatcher. S.M.\n\n_I. Tim. 2:8._     (1168)\n\nCome at the morning hour,\n  Come, let us kneel and pray;\nPray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff\n  To walk with God all day.\n\n2 At noon beneath the Rock\n  Of Ages, rest and pray;\nSweet is that shelter from the sun\n  In weary heat of day.\n\n3 At evening, in thy home,\n  Around its altar, pray;\nAnd finding there the house of God,\n  With heaven then close the day.\n\n4 When midnight veils our eyes,\n  Oh, it is sweet to say,\nI sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!\n  With thee to watch and pray.\n\n     Anon.\n\n\n398     Capello. S.M.\n\n_The Throne of Grace._     (801)\n\nBehold the throne of grace!\n  The promise calls me near;\nThere Jesus shows a smiling face,\n  And waits to answer prayer.\n\n2 That rich atoning blood,\n  Which sprinkled round I see,\nProvides, for those who come to God,\n  An all-prevailing plea.\n\n3 My soul! ask what thou wilt;\n  Thou canst not be too bold;\nSince his own blood for thee he spilt,\n  What else can he withhold?\n\n4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow,\n  Thy presence and thy love;\nI ask to serve thee here below,\n  And reign with thee above.\n\n5 Teach me to live by faith;\n  Conform my will to thine;\nLet me victorious be in death,\n  And then in glory shine.\n\n     John Newton, 1779.\n\n\n399     Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.\n\n_The Sympathizing Friend._\n\nAre you weary, are you heavy-hearted?\n  Tell it to Jesus.\nAre you grieving over joys departed?\n  Tell it to Jesus alone.\n\nCho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,\n        He is a Friend that's well known;\n      You have no other such a friend or brother!\n        Tell it to Jesus alone.\n\n2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?\n  Tell it to Jesus.\nHave you sins that to man's eye are hidden?\n  Tell it to Jesus alone.\n\n3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?\n  Tell it to Jesus.\nAre you anxious what shall be to-morrow?\n  Tell it to Jesus alone.\n\n4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying?\n  Tell it to Jesus.\nFor Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing?\n  Tell it to Jesus alone.\n\n     J. E. Rankin, D. D.\n\n\n400     Maitland. C.M.\n\n_The Cross and the Crown._    (835)\n\nMust Jesus bear the cross alone,\n  And all the world go free?\nNo, there's a cross for every one,\n  And there's a cross for me.\n\n2 How happy are the saints above,\n  Who once went mourning here!\nBut now they taste unmingled love,\n  And joy without a tear.\n\n3 This consecrated cross I'll bear,\n  Till death shall set me free,\nAnd then go home my crown to wear,\n  For there's a crown for me.\n\n4 Upon the crystal pavement, down\n  At Jesus' pierced feet,\nJoyful, I'll cast my golden crown,\n  And his dear name repeat.\n\n5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring\n  Beneath heaven's arches high;\nThe Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing,\n  That lives no more to die.\n\n6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown!\n  Oh! resurrection day!\nYe angels! from the skies come down,\n  And bear my soul away.\n\n     V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._\n\n\n401     Maitland. C.M.\n\n_The Christian Race._     (783)\n\nAwake, my soul--stretch every nerve,\n  And press with vigor on;\nA heavenly race demands thy zeal,\n  A bright, immortal crown.\n\n2 'Tis God's all-animating voice\n  That calls thee from on high:\n'Tis his own hand presents the prize\n  To thine aspiring eye.\n\n3 A cloud of witnesses around,\n  Hold thee in full survey:\nForget the steps already trod,\n  And onward urge thy way.\n\n4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee\n  Have we our race begun;\nAnd, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet\n  We'll lay our laurels down.\n\n     P. Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n402     Maitland. C.M.\n\n_Christian Charity._     (809)\n\nBlest is the man, whose softening heart\n  Feels all another's pain;\nTo whom the supplicating eye\n  Was never raised in vain;--\n\n2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,\n  A stranger's woes to feel,\nAnd bleeds in pity o'er the wound\n  He wants the power to heal.\n\n3 He spreads his kind supporting arms\n  To every child of grief;\nHie secret bounty largely flows,\n  And brings unasked relief.\n\n4 To gentle offices of love,\n  His feet are never slow;\nHe views, through mercy's melting eye,\n  A brother in a foe.\n\n     Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.\n\n\n403     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_The Christian's Life-Work._  (798)\n\nA charge to keep I have,\n  A God to glorify;\nA never-dying-soul to save,\n  And fit it for the sky:---\n\n2 To serve the present age,\n  My calling to fulfill,--\nOh! may it all my powers engage--\n  To do my Master's will.\n\n3 Arm me with jealous care,\n  As in thy sight to live;\nAnd, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare\n  A strict account to give.\n\n4 Help me to watch and pray,\n  And on thyself rely;\nAssured, if I my trust betray,\n  I shall forever die.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1762.\n\n\n404     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_Sowing and Reaping._  (1014)\n\nSow in the morn thy seed,\n  At eve hold not thy hand;\nTo doubt and fear give thou no heed;\n  Broad-cast it o'er the land.\n\n2 And duly shall appear,\n  In verdure, beauty, strength,\nThe tender blade, the stalk, the ear,\n  And the full corn at length.\n\n3 Thou canst not toil in vain;\n  Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,\nShall foster and mature the grain,\n  For garners in the sky.\n\n4 Thence, when the glorious end,\n  The day of God, shall come,\nThe angel-reapers shall descend,\n  And heaven cry \"Harvest-home!\"\n\n     James Montgomery, 1825.\n\n\n405     Boylston. S.M.\n\n_Doing Good._     (821)\n\nWe give thee but thine own,\n  Whate'er the gift may be:\nAll that we have is thine alone,\n  A trust, O Lord! from thee.\n\n2 O, hearts are bruised and dead,\n  And homes are bare and cold,\nAnd lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,\n  Are straying from the fold.\n\n3 To comfort and to bless,\n  To find a balm for woe,\nTo tend the lone and fatherless\n  Is angels' work below.\n\n4 The captive to release,\n  To God the lost to bring,\nTo teach the way of life and peace,\n  It is a Christ-like thing.\n\n5 And we believe thy word,\n  Though dim our faith may be:\nWhate'er for thine we do, O Lord,\n  We do it unto thee.\n\n     William Walsham How, 1854.\n\n\n406     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_The Useful Life._     (818)\n\nGo, labor on; spend, and be spent,--\nThy joy to do the Father's will;\nIt is the way the Master went;\nShould not the servant tread it still?\n\n2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught;\nThine earthly loss is heavenly gain;\nMen heed thee, love thee, praise thee not,\nThe Master praises;--what are men?\n\n3 Go, labor on; enough, while here,\nIf he shall praise thee, if he deign\nThy willing heart to mark and cheer,\nNo toil for him shall be in vain.\n\n4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;\nFor toil comes rest, for exile home;\nSoon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,\nThe midnight peal,--\"Behold! I come!\"\n\n     Horatius Bonar, 1857.\n\n\n407     Just As I am. L.M.\n\n_Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._     (737)\n\nSo let our lips and lives express\nThe holy gospel we profess;\nSo let our works and virtues shine\nTo prove the doctrine all divine.\n\n2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad\nThe honors of our Savior God;\nWhen his salvation reigns within,\nAnd grace subdues the power of sin.\n\n3 Religion bears our spirits up,\nWhile we expect that blessed hope,--\nThe bright appearance of the Lord;\nAnd faith stands leaning on his word.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n408     Essex. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The Responsibilities of the Age._\n\nWe are living, we are dwelling,\n  In a grand and awful time,\nIn an age on ages telling;\n  To be living is sublime.\n\n2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your\n  Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?\nUp! O up! thou drowsy soldier;\n  Worlds are charging to the shock.\n\n3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding;\n  Thou hast but an hour to fight;\nNow, the blazoned cross unfolding,\n  On! right onward for the right.\n\n4 On! let all the soul within you\n  For the truth's sake go abroad;\nStrike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew\n  Tell on ages--tell for God.\n\n     Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.\n\n\n409     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_Zeal.--John 9:4._     (1009)\n\nGo, labor on, while it is day;\n  The world's dark night is hastening on;\nSpeed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away!\n  It is not thus that souls are won.\n\n2 Men die in darkness at your side,\n  Without a hope to cheer the tomb;\nTake up the torch and wave it wide--\n  The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.\n\n3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray!\n  Be wise the erring soul to win;\nGo forth into the world's highway;\n  Compel the wanderer to come in.\n\n4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak;\n  Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;\nYet falter not; the prize you seek\n  Is near,--a kingdom and a crown!\n\n     H. Bonar, 1857.\n\n\n410     Triumph. L.M.\n\n_Psalm 41._  (819)\n\nBlest is the man whose heart doth move,\n  And melt with pity to the poor;\nWhose soul, by sympathizing love,\n  Feels what his fellow-saints endure.\n\n2 His heart contrives, for their relief,\n  More good than his own hands can do;\nHe, in the time of general grief,\n  Shall find the Lord has pity too.\n\n3 His soul shall live secure on earth,\n  With secret blessings on his head,\nWhen drought, and pestilence, and dearth\n  Around him multiply their dead.\n\n4 Or, if he languish on his couch,\n  God will pronounce his sins forgiven,\nWill save him with a healing touch,\n  Or take his willing soul to heaven.\n\n     Isaac Watts. 1719.\n\n\n411     Rescue the Perishing. P.M.\n\n_Seeking the Lost._\n\nRescue the perishing,\nCare for the dying,\n  Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;\nWeep o'er the erring one,\nLift up the fallen,\n  Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.\n\nCho.--Rescue the perishing,\n        Care for the dying;\n      Jesus is merciful,\n        Jesus will save.\n\n2 Tho' they are slighting him,\nStill he is waiting,\n  Waiting the penitent child to receive.\nPlead with them earnestly,\nPlead with them gently,\n  He will forgive if they only believe.\n\n3 Down in the human heart,\nCrushed by the tempter,\n  Feelings lie buried which grace can restore.\nTouched by a loving heart,\nWakened by kindness,\n  Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.\n\n4 Rescue the perishing,\nDuty demands it;\n  Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.\nBack to the narrow way\nPatiently win them;\n  Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n412     While the Days Are Going By. P.M.\n\n_Daily Opportunity._\n\nThere are lonely hearts to cherish,\n  While the days are going by;\nThere are weary souls who perish,\n  While the days are going by;\nIf a smile we can renew,\nAs our journey we pursue,\nOh, the good we all may do,\n  While the days are going by.\n\nRef.--Going by, going by,\n      Going by, going by,\n      Oh, the good we all may do,\n      While the days are going by.\n\n2 There's no time for idle scorning,\n  While the days are going by;\nLet your face be like the morning,\n  While the days are going by;\nOh, the world is full of sighs,\nFull of sad and weeping eyes;\nHelp your fallen brother rise,\n  While the days are going by.\n\n3 All the loving links that bind us,\n  While the days are going by;\nOne by one we leave behind us,\n  While the days are going by;\nBut the seeds of good we sow\nBoth in shade and shine will grow,\nAnd will keep our hearts aglow,\n  While the days are going by.\n\n     George Cooper.\n\n\n413     I Want to Be a Worker. P.M.\n\n_Delight in God's Work._\n\nI want to be a worker for the Lord,\n  I want to love and trust his holy word;\nI want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day\n  In the vineyard of the Lord.\n\nCho.--I will work, I will pray,\n      In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord;\n      I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day\n      In the vineyard of the Lord.\n\n2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day,\n  I want to lead the erring in the way\nThat leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love,\n  In the kingdom of the Lord.\n\n3 I want to be a worker strong and brave,\n  I want to trust in Jesus' power to save;\nAll who will truly come, shall find a happy home\n  In the kingdom of the Lord.\n\n4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord,\n  To lead the lost and erring to thy word\nThat points to joys on high, where pleasures never die,\n  In the kingdom of the Lord.\n\n     Isaiah Baltzell.\n\n\n414     Seeds of Promise. C.M.\n\n_Seedtime and Harvest._\n\nOh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,\n  Along the fertile field,\nFor grain will grow from what you sow,\n  And fruitful harvest yield.\n\nCHO--Then day by day along your way,\n       The seeds of promise cast,\n     That ripened grain from hill and plain,\n       Be gathered home at last.\n\n2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years,\n  The seed will surely live;\nTho' great the cost it is not lost,\n  For God will fruitage give.\n\n3 The harvest home of God will come;\n  And after toil and care,\nWith joy untold your sheaves of gold\n  Will all be garnered there.\n\n     Jessie H. Brown.\n\n\n415     We're Marching to Zion. S.M.\n\n_The Christian Journey._\n\nCome, we that love the Lord,\n  And let our joys be known,\nJoin in a song with sweet accord,\n  And thus surround the throne.\n\nCho.--We're marching to Zion,\n      Beautiful, beautiful Zion,\n      We're marching upward to Zion,\n      The beautiful city of God.\n\n2 Let those refuse to sing\n  Who never knew our God;\nBut children of the heavenly King\n  May speak their joys abroad.\n\n3 The hill of Zion yields\n  A thousand sacred sweets,\nBefore we reach the heavenly fields,\n  Or walk the golden streets.\n\n4 Then let our songs abound,\n  And ev'ry tear be dry;\nWe're marching thro' Immanuel's ground\n  To fairer worlds on high.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n416     Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.\n\n_Work While it is Day._\n\nWork, for the night is coming,\n  Work thro' the morning hours;\nWork while the dew is sparkling,\n  Work 'mid springing flowers;\nWork, when the day grows brighter,\n  Work in the glowing sun;\nWork, for the night is coming,\n  When man's work is done.\n\n2 Work, for the night is coming,\n  Work thro' the sunny noon;\nFill brightest hours with labor,\n  Rest comes sure and soon;\nGive ev'ry flying minute,\n  Something to keep in store;\nWork, for the night is coming,\n  When man works no more.\n\n3 Work, for the night is coming,\n  Under the sunset skies;\nWhile their bright tints are glowing,\n  Work, for daylight flies;\nWork till the last beam fadeth,\n  Fadeth to shine no more;\nWork while the night is dark'ning,\n  When man's work is o'er.\n\n     Annie L. Walker.\n\n\n417     Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.\n\n_Spiritual Harvest._\n\nSowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,\n  Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;\nWaiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,\n  We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.\n\nCho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,\n      We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;\n      Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,\n      We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.\n\n2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,\n  Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze;\nBy and by the harvest and the labor ended,\n  We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.\n\n3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,\n  Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;\nWhen our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome;\n  We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.\n\n     Knowles Shaw.\n\n\n418     Crown After Cross. P.M.\n\n_Tears and Joy._\n\nLight after darkness,\n  Gain after loss,\nStrength after weariness,\n  Crown after cross,\nSweet after bitter,\n  Song after sigh,\nHome after wandering,\n  Praise after cry.\n\nCho.--Now comes the weeping,\n      Then the glad reaping;\n      Now comes the labor hard,\n      Then the reward.\n\n2 Sheaves after sowing,\n  Sun after rain,\nSight after mystery,\n  Peace after pain,\nJoy after sorrow,\n  Calm after blast,\nRest after weariness,\n  Sweet rest at last.\n\n3 Near after distant,\n  Gleam after gloom,\nLove after loneliness,\n  Life after tomb.\nAfter long agony,\n  Rapture of bliss;\nRight was the pathway\n  Leading to this.\n\n     Frances R. Havergal.\n\n\n419     I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D.\n\n_The Old, Old Story._\n\nI love to tell the story\n  Of unseen things above,\nOf Jesus and his glory,\n  Of Jesus and his love!\nI love to tell the story,\n  Because I know it's true;\nIt satisfies my longings,\n  As nothing else would do.\n\nCho.--I love to tell the story!\n      'Twill be my theme in glory,\n      To tell the old, old story\n      Of Jesus and his love.\n\n2 I love to tell the story!\n  More wonderful it seems,\nThan all the golden fancies\n  Of all our golden dreams.\nI love to tell the story!\n  It did so much for me!\nAnd that is just the reason,\n  I tell it now to thee.\n\n3 I love to tell the story!\n  'Tis pleasant to repeat\nWhat seems, each time, I tell it,\n  More wonderfully sweet.\nI love to tell the story!\n  For some have never heard\nThe message of salvation\n  From God's own Holy Word.\n\n4 I love to tell the story!\n  For those who know it best\nSeem hungering and thirsting\n  To hear it like the rest.\nAnd when, in scenes of glory,\n  I sing the new, new song,\n'Twill be--the old, old story\n  That I have loved so long.\n\n     Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.\n\n\n420     Only a Word. P.M.\n\n_Speaking for Christ._\n\nOnly a word for Jesus,\n  Spoken in fear with sense of need;\nYet, with the Master's blessing,\n  Thousands that word may feed.\n\nCho.--Give me a word for thee, Master!\n      Give me a word for thee!\n      To speak thy praise,\n      Some soul to raise,\n      Oh, give me a word for thee.\n\n2 Only a word for Jesus,\n  Gentle and low with falt'ring breath;\nYet, with the Spirit's thrilling,\n  Winning a soul from death.\n\n3 Only a word for Jesus,\n  Only a wav'ring soul to hear;\nYet, thro' increasing ages,\n  Widen its help and cheer.\n\n4 Only a word for Jesus,\n  Feeble the love and praise appear:\nAngels their songs are ceasing,\n  Glad this new note to hear.\n\n     E. S. Lorenz.\n\n\n421     Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M.\n\n_Waiting His Coming._\n\nAre you Christ's light bearer?\nOf his joy a sharer?\nIs this dark world fairer\n  For your cheering ray?\nIs your beacon lighted,\nGuiding souls benighted\n  To the land of perfect day?\n\nCho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning?\n        Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray?\n      Are you ever waiting\n      For your Lord's returning?\n        Are you watching day by day?\n\n2 Is your heart warm glowing,\nWith his love o'erflowing,\nAnd his goodness showing\n  More and more each day?\nAre you pressing onward,\nWith Christ's faithful vanguard,\n  In the safe and narrow way?\n\n3 Keep your altars burning,\nWait your Lord's returning,\nWhile your heart's deep yearning\n  Draws him ever near;\nWith his radiance splendid\nShall your light be blended\n  When his glory shall appear?\n\n     Priscilla J. Owens.\n\n\n422     Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M.\n\n_Faithfulness._\n\nWhen Jesus comes to reward his servants,\n  Whether it be noon or night,\nFaithful to him will he find us watching,\n  With our lamps all trimmed and bright?\n\nRef.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?\n        Ready for the soul's bright home?\n      Say, will he find you and me still watching,\n        Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?\n\n2 If at the dawn of the early morning,\n  He shall call us one by one,\nWhen to the Lord we restore our talents,\n  Will he answer thee--Well done?\n\n3 Have we been true to the trust he left us?\n  Do we seek to do our best?\nIf in our hearts there is naught condemns us,\n  We shall have a glorious rest.\n\n4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,\n  In his glory they shall share;\nIf he shall come at the dawn or midnight,\n  Will he find us watching there?\n\n     Fanny J. Crosby.\n\n\n423     Laban. S.M.\n\n_Watchfulness and Prayer._     (763)\n\nMy soul, be on thy guard,\n  Ten thousand foes arise:\nThe hosts of sin are pressing hard\n  To draw thee from the skies.\n\n2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;\n  The battle ne'er give o'er;\nRenew it boldly every day,\n  And help divine implore.\n\n3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won\n  Nor lay thine armor down;\nThy arduous work will not be done\n  Till thou obtain thy crown.\n\n4 Fight on, my soul, till death\n  Shall bring thee to thy God;\nHe'll take thee, at thy parting breath,\n  To his divine abode.\n\n     George Heath, 1806.\n\n\n424     Laban. S.M.\n\n_The Panoply of God._     (761)\n\nSoldiers of Christ! arise,\n  And put your armor on,--\nStrong, in the strength which God supplies,\n  Through his eternal Son:--\n\n2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts,\n  And in his mighty power;\nWho in the strength of Jesus trusts,\n  Is more than conqueror.\n\n3 Stand, then, in his great might,\n  With all his strength endued;\nAnd take, to arm you for the fight,\n  The panoply of God:--\n\n4 That, having all things done,\n  And all your conflicts past,\nYou may o'ercome through Christ alone,\n  And stand entire at last.\n\n5 From strength to strength go on;\n  Wrestle, and fight, and pray;\nTread all the powers of darkness down,\n  And win the well-fought day.\n\n6 Still let the Spirit cry,\n  In all his soldiers, \"Come,\"\nTill Christ, the Lord, descends from high,\n  And takes the conquerors home.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1749.\n\n\n425     Laban. S.M.\n\n_Victory is on the Lord's Side._     (765)\n\nArise, ye saints, arise!\n  The Lord our Leader is:\nThe foe before his banner flies,\n  And victory is his.\n\n2 We soon shall see the day\n  When all our toils shall cease;\nWhen we shall cast our arms away,\n  And dwell in endless peace.\n\n3 This hope supports us here;\n  It makes our burdens light:\n'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,\n  Till faith shall end in sight:--\n\n4 Till, of the prize possessed,\n  We hear of war no more;\nAnd ever with our Leader rest,\n  On yonder peaceful shore.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1803.\n\n\n426     Maitland. C.M.\n\n_The Sacrifices of Warfare._     (751)\n\nAm I a soldier of the cross,\n  A follower of the Lamb?\nAnd shall I fear to own his cause,\n  Or blush to speak his name?\n\n2 Must I be carried to the skies\n  On flow'ry beds of ease,\nWhile others fought to win the prize,\n  And sailed thro' bloody seas?\n\n3 Are there no foes for me to face?\n  Must I not stem the flood?\nIs this vile world a friend to grace,\n  To help me on to God?\n\n4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;\n  Increase my courage, Lord;\nI'll bear the toil, endure the pain,\n  Supported by thy word.\n\n5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,\n  Shall conquer, though they die;\nThey see the triumph from afar,\n  By faith they bring it nigh.\n\n6 When that illustrious day shall rise,\n  And all thy armies shine\nIn robes of vict'ry through the skies,\n  The glory shall be thine.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1723\n\n\n427     America. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Christian Soldiers._     (773)\n\nSoldiers of Christ are we\nMarching to victory,\n  Marching to heaven;\nIn his bright armor dressed,\nHis cross our chosen crest,\nAnd for our food and rest,\n  His word is given.\n\n2 Tho' foes our path surround,\nTho' toils and cares abound,\n  Onward we tread;\nWe hear our Lord's command;\nWe grasp each shining brand,\nAnd, like a banner grand,\n  Hope waves o'erhead.\n\n3 Soldiers of Christ are we,\nLight, Love, and Liberty\n  Our battle call!\nTill truth shall win the day,\nTill right shall gain the sway,\nTill sin is driven away,\n  We fight or fall.\n\n\n428     Webb. 7s & 6s.\n\n     (771)\n\nStand up, stand up for Jesus,\n  Ye soldiers of the cross!\nLift high his royal banner,\n  It must not suffer loss;\nFrom victory unto victory\n  His army shall he lead,\nTill every foe is vanquished.\n  And Christ is Lord indeed.\n\n2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.\n  The trumpet call obey;\nForth to the mighty conflict,\n  In this his glorious day;\nYe that are men! now serve him,\n  Against unnumbered foes;\nYour courage rise with danger,\n  And strength to strength oppose.\n\n3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,\n  Stand in his strength alone;\nThe arm of flesh will fail you;\n  Ye dare not trust your own;\nPut on the gospel armor,\n  And, watching unto prayer,\nWhere duty calls, or danger,\n  Be never wanting there.\n\n4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:\n  The strife will not be long;\nThis day, the noise of battle,--\n  The next, the victor's song;\nTo him that overcometh,\n  A crown of life shall be;\nHe, with the King of glory,\n  Shall reign eternally!\n\n     George Duffield, 1858.\n\n\n429     Webb. 7s & 6s.\n\n_Psalm 27._     (772)\n\nGod is my strong salvation;\n  What foe have I to fear?\nIn darkness and temptation,\n  My Light, my Help is near:\nThough hosts encamp around me,\n  Firm to the fight I stand;\nWhat terror can confound me,\n  With God at my right hand?\n\n2 Place on the Lord reliance;\n  My soul! with courage wait;\nHis truth be thine affiance,\n  When faint and desolate;\nHis might thy heart shall strengthen,\n  His love thy joy increase;\nMercy thy days shall lengthen;\n  The Lord will give thee peace.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1822.\n\n\n430     Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.\n\n_Courage._\n\nYield not to temptation,\n  For yielding is sin;\nEach vict'ry will help you\n  Some other to win.\nFight manfully onward,\n  Dark passions subdue;\nLook ever to Jesus,\n  He'll carry you through.\n\nCho.--Ask the Savior to help you,\n      Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;\n      He is willing to aid you,\n      He will carry you through.\n\n2 Shun evil companions,\n  Bad language disdain,\nGod's name hold in rev'rence,\n  Nor take it in vain;\nBe thoughtful and earnest,\n  Kind-hearted and true;\nLook ever to Jesus,\n  He'll carry you through.\n\n3 To him that o'ercometh,\n  God giveth a crown;\nThrough faith we shall conquer,\n  Though often cast down;\nHe who is our Savior\n  Our strength will renew;\nLook ever to Jesus,\n  He'll carry you through.\n\n     H.R. Palmer.\n\n\n431     St. Martin's. C.M.\n\n_Founded on a Rock._     (892)\n\nWith stately towers and bulwarks strong,\n  Unrivaled and alone,\nLoved theme of many a sacred song;\n  God's holy city shone.\n\n2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,\n  The glory of all lands;\nYet fairer and in strength complete,\n  The Christian temple stands.\n\n3 The faithful of each clime and age\n  This glorious church compose;\nBuilt on a Rock, with idle rage\n  The threat'ning tempest blows.\n\n4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,\n  Thy God is thy defense;\nAnd weak and powerless every arm\n  Against Omnipotence.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n432     St. Martin's. C.M.\n\n_The Church Immovable._     (891)\n\nOh! where are kings and empires now,\n  Of old that went and came?\nBut, Lord! thy church is praying yet,\n  A thousand years the same.\n\n2 We mark her goodly battlements,\n  And her foundations strong;\nWe hear within the solemn voice\n  Of her unending song.\n\n3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,\n  Thy holy church, O God!\nThough earthquake shocks are threatening her,\n  And tempests are abroad;\n\n4 Unshaken as eternal hills,\n  Immovable she stands,\nA mountain that shall fill the earth,\n  A house not made by hands.\n\n     Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._\n\n\n433     St. Martin's. C.M.\n\n_Returning to Zion._     (894)\n\nDaughter of Zion, from the dust\n  Exalt thy fallen head;\nAgain in thy Redeemer trust--\n  He calls thee from the dead.\n\n2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,\n  Thy beautiful array;\nThe day of freedom dawns at length--\n  The Lord's appointed day.\n\n3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,\n  And send thy heralds forth;\nSay to the South, Give up thy charge!\n  And, Keep not back, O North!\n\n4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,\n  Where'er they rest or roam,\nHave heard thy voice in distant lands,\n  And hasten to their home.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1825.\n\n\n434     St. Martin's. C.M.\n\n_Little Flock._\n\nChurch of the ever-living God,\n  The Father's gracious choice,\nAmid the voices of this earth\n  How feeble is thy voice!\n\n2 Not many rich or noble called,\n  Not many great or wise:\nThey whom God makes his kings and priests\n  Are poor in human eyes.\n\n3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length;\n  Their feeble days are o'er,\nNo more a handful in the earth,\n  A little flock no more.\n\n     H. Bonar, _ab._\n\n\n435     Laban. S.M.\n\n_Psalm 137._     (914)\n\nI love thy kingdom, Lord!\n  The house of thine abode,\nThe church our blest Redeemer saved,\n  With his own precious blood.\n\n2 I love thy church, O God!\n  Her walls before thee stand,\nDear as the apple of thine eye,\n  And graven on thy hand.\n\n3 For her my tears shall fall,\n  For her my prayers ascend;\nTo her my cares and toils be given,\n  Till toils and cares shall end.\n\n4 Beyond my highest joy\n  I prize her heavenly ways,\nHer sweet communion, solemn vows,\n  Her hymns of love and praise.\n\n5 Sure as thy truth shall last,\n  To Zion shall be given\nThe brightest glories earth can yield,\n  And brighter bliss of heaven.\n\n     Timothy Dwight, 1800.\n\n\n436     State Street. S.M.\n\n_A Revival Sought._     (912)\n\nRevive thy work, O Lord!\n  Thy mighty arm make bare;\nSpeak, with the voice that wakes the dead,\n  And make thy people hear.\n\n2 Revive thy work, O Lord!\n  Disturb this sleep of death;\nQuicken the smoldering embers now,\n  By thine almighty breath.\n\n3 Revive thy work, O Lord!\n  Exalt thy precious name;\nAnd, by the Holy Ghost, our love\n  For thee and thine inflame.\n\n4 Revive thy work, O Lord!\n  And give refreshing showers;\nThe glory shall be all thine own,\n  The blessing, Lord! be ours.\n\n     Albert Midlane, 1861.\n\n\n437     Ware. L.M.\n\n_Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._     (895)\n\nJesus shall reign where'er the sun\nDoes his successive journeys run;\nHis kingdom spread from shore to shore,\nTill moons shall wax and wane no more.\n\n2 From north to south the princes meet,\nTo pay their homage at his feet;\nWhile western empires own their Lord,\nAnd savage tribes attend his word.\n\n3 To him shall endless prayer be made,\nAnd endless praises crown his head;\nHis name, like sweet perfume, shall rise,\nWith every morning sacrifice.\n\n4 People and realms of every tongue\nDwell on his love with sweetest song,\nAnd infant voices shall proclaim\nTheir early blessings on his name.\n\n5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;\nThe prisoner leaps to lose his chains;\nThe weary find eternal rest,\nAnd all the sons of want are blest.\n\n6 Let every creature rise and bring\nPeculiar honors to our King;\nAngels descend with songs again,\nAnd earth repeat the loud Amen!\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1719.\n\n\n438     Ware. L.M.\n\n_The Glory of the Church._     (904)\n\nTriumphant Zion! lift thy head\nFrom dust, and darkness, and the dead;\nThough humbled long, awake at length,\nAnd gird thee with thy Savior's strength.\n\n2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,\nAnd let thy various charms be known;\nThe world thy glories shall confess,\nDecked in the robes of righteousness.\n\n3 No more shall foes unclean invade,\nAnd fill thy hallowed walls with dread;\nNo more shall hell's insulting host\nTheir vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.\n\n4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;\nHis hand thy ruins shall repair;\nNor will thy watchful Monarch cease\nTo guard thee in eternal peace.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n439     Ware. L.M.\n\n_Rev. 11: 15._     (1028)\n\nSoon may the last glad song arise\nThrough all the millions of the skies--\nThat song of triumph which records\nThat all the earth is now the Lord's!\n\n2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be\nObedient, mighty God, to thee!\nAnd, over land and stream and main,\nWave thou the scepter of thy reign!\n\n3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell,\nLet host to host the triumph tell,\nThat not one rebel heart remains,\nBut over all the Savior reigns!\n\n     Mrs. Voke, 1816.\n\n\n440     Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Her Enemies Confounded._     (925)\n\nZion stands with hills surrounded,\n  Zion kept by power divine!\nAll her foes shall be confounded,\n  Tho' the world in arms combine.\n    Happy Zion,\n  What a favored lot is thine!\n\n2 Ev'ry human tie may perish,\n  Friend to friend unfaithful prove,\nMothers cease their own to cherish,\n  Heaven and earth at last remove;\n    But no changes\n  Can attend Jehovah's love.\n\n3 In the furnace God may prove thee,\n  Thence to bring thee forth more bright,\nBut can never cease to love thee--\n  Thou art precious in his sight:\n    God is with thee--\n  God, thine everlasting light.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1804\n\n\n441     Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_The Gospel Herald._     (926)\n\nOn the mountain's top appearing,\n  Lo! the sacred herald stands,\nWelcome news to Zion bearing--\n  Zion long in hostile lands:\n    Mourning captive!\n  God himself shall loose thy bands.\n\n2 Has thy night been long and mournful?\n  Have thy friends unfaithful proved?\nHave thy foes been proud and scornful?\n  By thy sighs and tears unmoved?\n    Cease thy mourning;\n  Zion still is well beloved.\n\n3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;\n  He himself appears thy Friend;\nAll thy foes shall flee before thee;\n  Here their boasts and triumph end;\n    Great deliverance\n  Zion's King will surely send.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1804\n\n\n442     Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.\n\n_Prayer for a Revival._     (923)\n\nSavior, visit thy plantation;\n  Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;\nAll will come to desolation,\n  Unless thou return again.\n    Lord, revive us!\n  All our help must come from thee.\n\n2 Keep no longer at a distance;\n  Shine upon us from on high,\nLest, for want of thine assistance,\n  Every plant should droop and die.\n    Lord, revive us!\n  All our help must come from thee.\n\n3 Let our mutual love be fervent!\n  Make us prevalent in prayers;\nLet each one, esteemed thy servant,\n  Shun the world's bewitching snares.\n    Lord, revive us!\n  All our help must come from thee.\n\n4 Break the tempter's fatal power,\n  Turn the stony heart to flesh,\nAnd begin, from this good hour,\n  To revive thy work afresh.\n    Lord, revive us!\n  All our help must come from thee.\n\n     John Newton, 1779\n\n\n443     Austria. 8s, 7s. D.\n\n_The Glory of the Church._     (921)\n\nGlorious things of thee are spoken,\n  Zion, city of our God!\nHe, whose word cannot be broken,\n  Formed thee for his own abode;\nOn the Rock of Ages founded,\n  What can shake thy sure repose?\nWith salvation's walls surrounded,\n  Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.\n\n2 See! the streams of living waters,\n  Springing from eternal love,\nWell supply thy sons and daughters,\n  And all fear of want remove;\nWho can faint, while such a river,\n  Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?--\nGrace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,\n  Never fails from age to age.\n\n3 Round each habitation hovering,\n  See the cloud and tire appear,\nFor a glory and a covering,\n  Showing that the Lord is near!\nThus deriving from their banner,\n  Light by night, and shade by day,\nSafe they feed upon the manna\n  Which he gives them when they pray.\n\n     John Newton, 1779.\n\n\n444     Austria. 8s, 7s. D.\n\n_Isa. 54:10._\n\nZion, dreary and in anguish,\n  'Mid the desert hast thou strayed!\nOh, thou weary, cease to languish;\n  Jesus shall lift up thy head.\nStill lamenting and bemoaning,\n  'Mid thy follies and thy woes!\nSoon repenting and returning,\n  All thy solitude shall close.\n\n2 Though benighted and forsaken,\n  Though afflicted and distressed;\nHis almighty arm shall waken;\n  Zion's King shall give thee rest:\nCease thy sadness, unbelieving;\n  Soon his glory shalt thou see!\nJoy and gladness, and thanksgiving,\n  And the voice of melody!\n\n     Thos. Hastings\n\n\n445     Austria. 8s, 75. D.\n\n_The Heralds of the Gospel._     (1048)\n\nOnward, onward, men of heaven\n  Bear the gospel's banner high;\nRest not, till its light is given,\n  Star of every pagan sky:\nSend it where the pilgrim stranger\n  Paints beneath the torrid ray;\nBid the red-browed forest-ranger\n  Hail it, ere he fades away.\n\n2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,\n  Dark in spirit, though they be,\nShow that light to every creature--\n  Prince or vassal, bond or free:\nLo! they haste to every nation:\n  Host on host the ranks supply:\nOnward! Christ is your salvation,\n  And your death is victory.\n\n     Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.\n\n\n446     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Save the Perishing._     (1021)\n\nThe heathen perish; day by day,\nThousands on thousands pass away!\nO Christians, to their rescue fly,\nPreach Jesus to them ere they die!\n\n2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give,\nYea, life itself, that they may live,\nWhat hath your Savior done for you?\nAnd what for him will ye not do?\n\n3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth,\nCall in the South, wake up the North,\nFrom every clime, from sun to sun,\nGather God's children into one!\n\n     J. Montgomery\n\n\n447     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Home Missions._     (1022)\n\nLook from thy sphere of endless day,\n  O God of mercy and of might!\nIn pity look on those who stray,\n  Benighted, in this land of light.\n\n2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,\n  In crowded mart, by stream or sea,\nHow many of the sons of men\n  Hear not the message sent from thee!\n\n3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call\n  The thoughtless young, the hardened old,\nA scattered, homeless flock, till all\n  Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.\n\n4 Send them thy mighty word to speak,\n  Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart,\nTo awe the bold, to stay the weak,\n  And bind and heal the broken heart.\n\n5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,\n  That make us sadden as we gaze,\nShall grow with living waters green,\n  And lift to heaven the voice of praise.\n\n     William C. Bryant, 1840.\n\n\n448     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Missionary Charged and Encouraged._     (1024)\n\nGo, messenger of peace and love,\n  To people plunged in shades of night,\nLike angels sent from fields above,\n  Be thine to shed celestial light.\n\n2 Go to the hungry--food impart;\n  To paths of peace the wand'rer guide,\nAnd lead the thirsty, panting heart,\n  Where streams of living water glide.\n\n3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil,\n  When harvest waits the reaper's hand:\nGo, gather in the glorious spoil,\n  And joyous in his presence stand.\n\n4 Thy love a rich reward shall find\n  From him who sits enthroned on high:\nFor they who turn the erring mind\n  Shall shine like stars above the sky.\n\n     A. Balfor\n\n\n449     Baca. L.M.\n\n_Ascend Thy Throne._\n\nAscend thy throne, almighty King,\n  And spread thy glories all abroad;\nLet thine own arm salvation bring,\n  And be thou known the gracious God.\n\n2 Let millions bow before thy seat,\n  Let humble mourners seek thy face,\nBring daring rebels to thy feet,\n  Subdued by thy victorious grace.\n\n3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world\n  Become the kingdoms of the Lord!\nLet saints and angels praise thy name,\n  Be thou through heaven and earth adored.\n\n     Benjamin Beddome.\n\n\n450     Missionary Chant. L.M.\n\n_The Universal Reign of Christ._     (1033)\n\nArm of the Lord! awake, awake;\nPut on thy strength, the nation shake;\nAnd let the world, adoring, see\nTriumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.\n\n2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,\n\"I am Jehovah--God alone!\"\nThy voice their idols shall confound,\nAnd cast their altars to the ground.\n\n3 No more let human blood be spilt,\nVain sacrifice for human guilt;\nBut to each conscience be applied\nThe blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.\n\n4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim\nIn every clime, of every name,\nTill adverse powers before thee fall,\nAnd crown the Savior--Lord of all.\n\n     William Shrubsole, 1776.\n\n\n451     Missionary Chant. L.M.\n\n_Mission to the Heathen._     (1030)\n\nBehold, the heathen waits to know\nThe joy the gospel will bestow;\nThe exiled captive to receive\nThe freedom Jesus has to give.\n\n2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,\nIn this blest labor share a part;\nOur prayers and offerings gladly bring\nTo aid the triumphs of our King.\n\n3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise,\nThat we have seen these latter days,\nWhen our Redeemer shall be known\nWhere Satan long has held his throne.\n\n4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies,\nSweet incense to his name shall rise,\nAnd slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,\nBy sovereign grace be formed anew.\n\n     Voke.\n\n\n452     Missionary Chant. L.M.\n\n_The Gospel Banner._     (1027)\n\nFling out the banner! let it float\n  Skyward and seaward, high and wide,\nThe sun that lights its shining folds,\n  The cross on which the Savior died.\n\n2 Fling out the banner! angels bend\n  In anxious silence o'er the sign,\nAnd vainly seek to comprehend\n  The wonder of the love divine.\n\n3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands\n  Shall see from far the glorious sight;\nAnd nations, crowding to be born,\n  Baptize their spirits in its light.\n\n4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls,\n  That sink and perish in the strife,\nShall touch in faith its radiant hem,\n  And spring immortal, into life.\n\n5 Fling out the banner! let it float\n  Skyward and seaward, high and wide\nOur glory, only in the cross,\n  Our only hope, the Crucified.\n\n6 Fling out the banner! wide and high,\n  Seaward and skyward let it shine;\nNor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours;\n  We conquer only in that sign.\n\n     George W. Doane, 1848.\n\n\n453     Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.\n\n_Hopeful View._     (1042)\n\nYes, we trust the day is breaking;\n  Joyful times are near at hand;\nGod, the mighty God, is speaking\n  By his word in ev'ry land;\n    When he chooses,\n  Darkness flies at his command.\n\n2 While the foe becomes more daring,\n  While he enters like a flood\nGod, the Savior, is preparing\n  Means to spread his truth abroad,\n    Ev'ry language\n  Soon shall tell the love of God.\n\n3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving\n  To our hearts, to hear, each day,\nJoyful news, from far arriving,\n  How the gospel wins its way,\n    Those enlight'ning\n  Who in death and darkness lay.\n\n4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,\n  Let thy people see thy hand;\nLet the gospel be victorious,\n  Through the world in every land;\n    Then shall idols\n  Perish, Lord, at thy command.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1809.\n\n\n454     Anvern. L.M.\n\n_The Kingdom of Christ._\n\nGreat God! whose universal sway\nThe known and unknown worlds obey;\nNow give the kingdom to thy Son;\nExtend his power, exalt his throne.\n\n2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath\nThe shades of over-spreading death,\nRevive at his first dawning light,\nAnd deserts blossom at the sight.\n\n3 The saints shall flourish in his days,\nDressed in the robes of joy and praise;\nPeace, like a river, from his throne,\nShall flow to nations yet unknown.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n455     Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.\n_Condition of the Heathen._     (1061)\n\nFrom Greenland's icy mountains,\n  From India's coral strand--\nWhere Afric's sunny fountains\n  Roll down their golden sand--\nFrom many an ancient river,\n  From many a palmy plain--\nThey call us to deliver\n  Their land from error's chain.\n\n2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted\n  By wisdom from on high,\nShall we to man benighted\n  The light of life deny?\nSalvation! oh, salvation!\n  The joyful sound proclaim,\nTill earth's remotest nation\n  Has learned Messiah's name.\n\n3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,\n  And you, ye waters, roll,\nTill like a sea of glory\n  It spreads from pole to pole,\nTill o'er our ransomed nature\n  The Lamb, for sinners slain,\nRedeemer, King, Creator,\n  In bliss returns to reign.\n\n     Reginald Heber, 1819.\n\n\n456     Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_Home Missions._     (1062)\n\nOur country's voice is pleading,\n  Ye men of God, arise!\nHis providence is leading,\n  The land before you lies;\nDay gleams are o'er it brightening,\n  And promise clothes the soil;\nWide fields for harvest whitening,\n  Invite the reaper's toil.\n\n2 Go where the waves are breaking\n  On California's shore,\nChrist's precious gospel taking,\n  More rich than golden ore;\nOn Allegheny's mountains,\n  Through all the western vale,\nBeside Missouri's fountains,\n  Rehearse the wondrous tale.\n\n3 The love of Christ unfolding,\n  Speed on from east to west,\nTill all, his cross beholding,\n  In him are fully blest.\nGreat Author of salvation,\n  Haste, haste the glorious day,\nWhen we, a ransomed nation,\n  Thy scepter shall obey.\n\n     Mrs. G.W. Anderson.\n\n\n457     Webb. 7s & 6s.\n\n_Success of the Gospel._     (1057)\n\nThe morning light is breaking,\n  The darkness disappears:\nThe sons of earth are waking\n  To penitential tears.\nEach breeze that sweeps the ocean\n  Brings tidings from afar\nOf nations in commotion,\n  Prepared for Zion's war.\n\n2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,\n  In many a gentle shower,\nAnd brighter scenes before us\n  Are opening every hour;\nEach cry, to heaven going,\n  Abundant answers brings,\nAnd heavenly gales are blowing,\n  With peace upon their wings.\n\n3 See heathen nations bending\n  Before the God we love,\nAnd thousand hearts ascending\n  In gratitude above;\nWhile sinners, now confessing,\n  The gospel call obey,\nAnd seek the Savior's blessing,--\n  A nation in a day.\n\n4 Blest river of salvation!\n  Pursue thine onward way;\nFlow thou to every nation,\n  Nor in thy richness stay:--\nStay not, till all the lowly\n  Triumphant reach their home;\nStay not, till all the holy\n  Proclaim \"The Lord is come.\"\n\n     Samuel F. Smith, 1845.\n\n\n458     Webb. 7s & 6s.\n\n_Home Missions._     (1059)\n\nGo preach the blest salvation\n  To every sinful race,\nAnd bid each guilty nation\n  Accept the Savior's grace;\nBut bear, oh, quickly bear it\n  Where thronging millions roam,\nAnd bid them freely share it,\n  Who dwell with us at home.\n\n2 Where blooms the broad savanna,\n  Where mighty waters roll,\nThere let the gospel banner\n  Beam hope on every soul;\nGo where the west is teeming,\n  And yet behold they come!\nThe fields all ripe are gleaming\n  For those who reap at home!\n\n3 Our children there are dwelling,\n  Neglected and astray,\nWhose hearts are often swelling\n  To learn of Zion's way.\nBear, bear to them the treasure\n  And bid the exiles come;\nThere is no sweeter pleasure,\n  Than preaching Christ at home.\n\n     Sidney Dyer.\n\n\n459     All Around the World. 6s & 5s.\n\n_Victory of the Church._\n\nSee the flag of Jesus\n  O'er the earth unfurled!\nSabbath-schools are singing,\n  All around the world;\nSunday-schools in China,\n  India and Japan,\nTraining souls for glory,\n  By the gospel plan.\n\nCho.--Lift the cross of Jesus,\n        Bear the Bible on;\n      Soon the world will echo,\n        With the vict'ry won.\n      See the flag of Jesus,\n        O'er the earth unfurled!\n      Sunday-schools are singing,\n        All around the world.\n\n2 Little Indian diamonds,\n  Precious island pearls;\nLearning Bible lessons,\n  Happy boys and girls.\nAfric's gold dust scattered,\n  Neath the feet of wrong,\nRises up in brightness,\n  From the darkness long.\n\n3 Sunday-schools are singing,\n  France and Spain and Rome;\nHear their joyous music,\n  Songs of heaven and home.\nWhere the martyrs suffered,\n  Holy seed is spread;\nGather up these rubies,\n  Dyed in life-blood red.\n\n4 Sunday-schools in Chili,\n  Reaching down the coast;\nMexico is leading,\n  Gallant little host.\nGlad Brazilian children,\n  Praise to God shall sing;\nFar-off Patagonia\n  Answers Christ is King.\n\n     Priscilla J. Owens.\n\n\n460     Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.\n\n_The Messenger Welcomed._     (928)\n\nHow beauteous on the mountains,\n  The feet of him that brings,\nLike streams from living fountains,\n  Good tidings of good things;\nThat publisheth salvation,\n  And jubilee release,\nTo ev'ry tribe and nation,\n  God's reign of joy and peace.\n\n2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman!\n  And shout from Zion's towers,\nThy hallelujah chorus--\n  \"The victory is ours!\"\nThe Lord shall build up Zion\n  In glory and renown,\nAnd Jesus, Judah's lion,\n  Shall wear his rightful crown.\n\n3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;\n  Oh, waste Jerusalem!\nLet songs, instead of sadness,\n  Thy jubilee proclaim;\nThe Lord in strength victorious,\n  Upon thy foes hath trod;\nBehold, oh, earth! the glorious\n  Salvation of our God.\n\n     Benjamin Gough, 186-.\n\n\n461     Herold. 7s.\n\n_Christian Ministers._     (1039)\n\nSoldiers of the cross! arise;\n  Gird you with your armor bright;\nMighty are your enemies,\n  Hard the battle ye must fight.\n\n2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,\n  Soothe the troubled, banish grief;\nWith the Spirit's sword arrayed,\n  Scatter sin and unbelief.\n\n3 Be the banner still unfurled,\n  Bear it bravely still abroad,\nTill the kingdoms of the world\n  Are the kingdoms of the Lord.\n\n     William Walsham How, 1854.\n\n\n462     All Hallows. C.M.\n\n_In the Strength of Jesus._    (983)\n\nWith thine own pity, Savior, see\n  The thronged and darkening way!\nWe go to win the lost to thee,\n  Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!\n\n2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand\n  Against hell's marshalled powers;\nAnd heart to heart, and hand to hand,\n  To make thine honor ours.\n\n3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,\n  Of thy sweet love to tell;\nTill they who wander far shall seek\n  And find and serve thee well.\n\n4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send,\n  And make thy goodness known,\nTill earth and heaven together blend\n  Their praises at thy throne.\n\n     Ray Palmer.\n\n\n463     All Hallows. C.M.\n\n_Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35._\n\nOh! still in accents sweet and strong\n  Sounds forth the ancient word,--\n\"More reapers for white harvest fields,\n  More laborers for the Lord!\"\n\n2 We hear the call; in dreams no more\n  In selfish ease we lie,\nBut girded for our Father's work,\n  Go forth beneath his sky.\n\n3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood,\n  And prayers of saints were sown,\nWe, to their labors entering in,\n  Would reap where they have strown.\n\n     S. Longfellow.\n\n\n464     Welton. L.M.\n\n_A Meeting of Ministers._     (1006)\n\nPour out thy Spirit from on high;\n  Lord! thine assembled servants bless;\nGraces and gifts to each supply.\n  And clothe thy priests with righteousness.\n\n2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,\n  Firmness with meekness from above,\nTo bear thy people on our heart,\n  And love the souls whom thou dost love;\n\n3 To watch and pray, and never faint;\n  By day and night, strict guard to keep;\nTo warn the sinner, cheer the saint,\n  Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.\n\n4 Then, when our work is finished here,\n  In humble hope, our charge resign;\nWhen the chief Shepherd shall appear,\n  O God! may they and we be thine.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1825.\n\n\n465     Welton. L.M.\n\n_An Ordination Service._  (1011)\n\nThe solemn service now is done.\nThe vow is pledged, the toil begun;\nSeal thou, O God! the oath above,\nAnd ratify the pledge of love.\n\n2 The shepherd of thy people bless;\nGird him with thine own holiness;\nIn duty may his pleasure be\nHis glory in his zeal for thee.\n\n3 Here let the ardent prayer arise,\nFaith fix its grasp beyond the skies.\nThe tear of penitence be shed,\nAnd myriads to the Savior led.\n\n4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell;\nThe mists of earth and sin dispel;\nBlest Savior! thine own rights maintain:\nSupreme in every bosom reign.\n\n     Samuel F. Smith, 1843.\n\n\n466     Happy Day. L.M.\n\n_Rejoicing in Entire Consecration._     (937)\n\nOh, happy day, that fixed my choice,\n  On thee, my Savior and my God!\nWell may this glowing heart rejoice,\n  And tell its raptures all abroad.\n\nCho.--Happy day, happy day,\n      When Jesus washed my sins away;\n      He taught me how to watch and pray,\n      And live rejoicing ev'ry day!\n\n2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows\n  To him who merits all my love!\nLet cheerful anthems fill the house,\n  While to his altar now I move.\n\n3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done;\n  I am my Lord's, and he is mine;\nHe drew me, and I followed on,\n  Rejoiced to own the call divine.\n\n4 Now rest--my long-divided heart--\n  Fixed on this blissful center, rest;\nHere have I found a nobler part,\n  Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.\n\n5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,\n  That vow renewed shall daily hear,\nTill, in life's latest hour, I bow,\n  And bless in death a bond so dear.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n467     Happy Day. L.M.\n\n_Converts Welcomed._  (940)\n\nCome in, thou blessed of the Lord!\n  Enter in Jesus' precious name;\nWe welcome thee, with one accord,\n  And trust the Savior does the same.\n\n2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford,\n  We'll seek in fellowship to prove,\nJoined in one spirit to our Lord,\n  Together bound by mutual love.\n\n3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,\n  We'll make our joys and sorrows known;\nWe'll share each other's hopes and fears,\n  And count a brother's case our own.\n\n4 Once more, our welcome we repeat;\n  Receive assurance of our love;\nOh! may we all together meet,\n  Around the throne of God above.\n\n     Thomas Kelly, 1812.\n\n\n468     Evan. C.M.\n\n_Brotherly Love._  (983)\n\nHow sweet, how heavenly is the sight,\n  When those who love the Lord,\nIn one another's peace delight,\n  And so fulfill his word!--\n\n2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,\n  And with him bear a part;\nWhen sorrow flows from eye to eye,\n  And joy from heart to heart;\n\n3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,\n  Our wishes all above,\nEach can his brother's failings hide,\n  And show a brother's love:\n\n4 When love, in one delightful stream,\n  Through every bosom flows;\nWhen union sweet, and dear esteem,\n  In every action glows.\n\n5 Love is the golden chain, that binds\n  The happy souls above;\nAnd he's an heir of heaven, that finds\n  His bosom glow with love.\n\n     Joseph Swain. 1791\n\n\n469     Evan. C.M.\n\n_Gen. 24:31._     (931)\n\nCome in, beloved of the Lord,\n  Stranger nor foe art thou;\nWe welcome thee with warm accord,\n  Our friend, our brother, now.\n\n2 The hand of fellowship, the heart\n  Of love, we offer thee:\nLeaving the world, thou dost but part\n  From lies and vanity.\n\n3 Come with us,--we will do thee good,\n  As God to us hath done;\nStand but in him, as those have stood\n  Whose faith the victory won.\n\n4 And when, by turns, we pass away,\n  And star by star grows dim,\nMay each, translated into day,\n  Be lost and found in him.\n\n     James Montgomery.\n\n\n470     Evan. C.M.\n\n_Covenant Vows._     (933)\n\nWitness, ye men and angels! now,\n  Before the Lord we speak;\nTo him we make our solemn vow,\n  A vow we dare not break;--\n\n2 That, long as life itself shall last,\n  Ourselves to Christ we yield;\nNor from his cause will we depart,\n  Or even quit the field.\n\n3 We trust not in our native strength,\n  But on his grace rely;\nThat, with returning wants, the Lord\n  Will all our need supply.\n\n4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright,\n  And keep us in thy ways;\nAnd, while we turn our vows to prayers,\n  Turn thou our prayers to praise.\n\n     Benjamin Beddome, 1790.\n\n\n471     Dennis. S.M.\n\n_Love to the Brethren._     (992)\n\nBlest be the tie that binds\n  Our hearts in Christian love!\nThe fellowship of kindred minds\n  Is like to that above.\n\n2 Before our Father's throne,\n  We pour our ardent prayers;\nOur fears, our hopes, our aims are one,\n  Our comforts and our cares.\n\n3 We share our mutual woes;\n  Our mutual burdens bear;\nAnd often for each other flows\n  The sympathizing tear.\n\n4 When we asunder part,\n  It gives us inward pain;\nBut we shall still be joined in heart,\n  And hope to meet again.\n\n5 This glorious hope revives\n  Our courage by the way;\nWhile each in expectation lives,\n  And longs to see the day.\n\n6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,\n  And sin we shall be free;\nAnd perfect love and friendship reign\n  Through all eternity.\n\n     John Fawcett, 1772.\n\n\n472     Dennis. S.M.\n\n_Laborers in the Vineyard._     (995)\n\nAnd let our bodies part--\n  To diff'rent climes repair;\nInseparably joined in heart\n  The friends of Jesus are.\n\n2 Oh, let us still proceed\n  In Jesus' work below;\nAnd following our triumphant Head,\n  To further conquests go.\n\n3 The vineyard of the Lord\n  Before his laborers lies;\nAnd lo! we see the vast reward\n  Which waits us in the skies.\n\n4 Oh, let our heart and mind\n  Continually ascend,\nThat haven of repose to find,\n  Where all our labors end.\n\n     Charles Wesley\n\n\n473     Dennis, S.M.\n\n_Meeting After Absence._     (996)\n\nAnd are we yet alive,\n  And see each other's face?\nGlory and praise to Jesus give,\n  For his redeeming grace.\n\n2 Preserved by power divine\n  To full salvation here,\nAgain in Jesus' praise we join,\n  And in his sight appear.\n\n3 What troubles have we seen!\n  What conflicts have we passed!\nFightings without, and fears within,\n  Since we assembled last!\n\n4 But out of all the Lord\n  Hath brought us by his love;\nAnd still he doth his help afford,\n  And hides our life above.\n\n5 Let us take up the cross,\n  Till we the crown obtain;\nAnd gladly reckon all things loss\n  So we may Jesus gain.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n474     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_The Likeness of His Death._     (974)\n\nHow blest the hour when first we gave\n  Our guilty souls to thee, O God;\nA cheerful sacrifice of love,\n  Bought with the Savior's precious blood.\n\n2 How blest the vow we here record!\n  How blest the grace we now receive!\nBuried in baptism with our Lord,\n  New lives of holiness to live.\n\n3 How blest the solemn rite that seals\n  Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;--\nHow blest the emblem that reveals\n  God reconciled and peace with heaven.\n\n4 Thus through the emblematic grave\n  The glorious, suffering Savior trod;\nThou art our pattern, through the wave\n  We follow thee, blest Son of God.\n\n     S.F. Smith.\n\n\n475     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_The Feast of Love._  (961)\n\nMy God! and is thy table spread?\n  And does thy cup with love o'erflow?\nThither be all thy children led,\n  And let them all its sweetness know.\n\n2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!\n  Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;\nThrice happy he, who here partakes\n  That sacred stream, that heavenly food!\n\n3 Oh! let thy table honored be,\n  And furnished well with joyful guests;\nAnd may each soul salvation see,\n  That here its sacred pledges tastes.\n\n4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;\n  With hearts inflamed let all attend;\nNor, when we leave our Father's board,\n  The pleasure or the profit end.\n\n     Philip Doddridge, 1740.\n\n\n476     Rockingham. L.M.\n\n_Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!_  (963)\n\nJesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!\n  Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!\nFrom the best bliss that earth imparts,\n  We turn unfilled to thee again.\n\n2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;\n  Thou savest those that on thee call;\nTo them that seek thee, thou art good,\n  To them that find thee,--All in all!\n\n3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread!\n  And long to feast upon thee still;\nWe drink of thee, the Fountain Head,\n  And thirst our souls from thee to fill.\n\n4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,\n  Where'er our changeful lot is cast;\nGlad, when thy gracious smile we see,\n  Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.\n\n5 O Jesus! ever with us stay;\n  Make all our moments calm and bright;\nChase the dark night of sin away;\n  Shed o'er the world thy holy light.\n\n     Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.\n\n\n477     Aletta. 7s.\n\n_The Bread of Life._  (973)\n\nBread of heaven, on thee we feed\nFor thy flesh is meat indeed;\nEver let our souls be fed\nWith this true and living bread.\n\n2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies\nThis blest cup of sacrifice;\nLord, thy wounds our healing give;\nTo thy cross we look and live.\n\n3 Day by day with strength supplied,\nThro' the life of him who died,\nLord of life, oh, let us be\nRooted, grafted, built on thee.\n\n     Josiah Conder, 1824.\n\n\n478     Windham. L.M.\n\n_The Lord's Supper Instituted._     (964)\n\n'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,\n  When powers of earth and hell arose\nAgainst the Son of God's delight,\n  And friends betrayed him to his foes.\n\n2 Before the mournful scene began\n  He took the bread, and blessed and brake;\nWhat love thro' all his actions ran!\n  What wondrous words of grace he spake!\n\n3 \"This is my body, broke for sin;\n  Receive and eat the living food;\"\nThen took the cup, and blessed the wine:\n  \"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.\"\n\n4 \"Do this,\" he cried, \"till time shall end,\n  In mem'ry of your dying Friend;\nMeet at the table, and record\n  The love of your departed Lord.\"\n\n5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;\n  We show thy death, we sing thy name\nTill thou return, and we shall eat\n  The marriage supper of the Lamb.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n479     Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Viewing the Cross._     (977)\n\nWhile, in sweet communion, feeding\n  On this earthly bread and wine,\nSavior, may we see thee bleeding\n  On the cross, to make us thine.\n\n2 Now, our eyes forever closing\n  To this fleeting world below,\nOn thy gentle breast reposing,\n  Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.\n\n3 Though unseen, be ever near us,\n  With the still small voice of love,\nWhisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,\n  Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.\n\n4 Bring before us all the story\n  Of thy life, and death of woe;\nAnd, with hopes of endless glory,\n  Wean our hearts from all below.\n\n     Edward Denny, 1839.\n\n\n480     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_Remembering Christ._     (958)\n\nThat dreadful night before his death,\n  The Lamb, for sinners slain,\nDid, almost with his dying breath,\n  This solemn feast ordain.\n\n2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,\n  And to remember thee;\nHelp each poor trembler to repeat--\n  For me he died, for me.\n\n3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign\n  To our remembrance brings;\nWe eat the bread and drink the wine,\n  But think on nobler things.\n\n4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame\n  Each heart that pants for thee,\nTo sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,\n  The Lamb that died for me.\n\n     Joseph Hart, d. 1768\n\n\n481     Till He Come. 7s.\n\n_The Coming Joy._\n\n\"Till he come!\" oh, let the words\nLinger on the trembling chords,\nLet the \"little while\" between\nIn their golden light be seen;\nLet us think how heav'n and home\nLie beyond that \"Till he come!\"\n\n2 When the weary ones we love\nEnter on that rest above,\nWhen their words of love and cheer\nFall no longer on our ear,\nHush! be ev'ry murmur dumb,\nIt is only \"Till he come!\"\n\n3 Clouds and darkness round us press;\nWould we have one sorrow less?\nAll the sharpness of the cross,\nAll that tells the world is loss,\nDeath, and darkness, and the tomb\nPain us only \"Till he come!\"\n\n4 See, the feast of love is spread,\nDrink the wine and eat the bread:\nSweet memorials, till the Lord\nCall us round his heavn'ly board;\nSome from earth, from glory some,\nSevered only \"Till he come!\"\n\n     E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861.\n\n\n482     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_Baptized into His Death._    (945)\n\nWe long to move and breathe in thee,\n  Inspired with thine own breath,\nTo live thy life, O Lord, and be\n  Baptized into thy death.\n\n2 Thy death to sin we die below,\n  But we shall rise in love;\nWe here are planted in thy woe,\n  But we shall bloom above.\n\n3 Above we shall thy glory share,\n  As we thy cross have borne;\nE'en we shall crowns of honor wear,\n  When we the thorns have worn.\n\n\n483     Arlington. C.M.\n\n_Baptism of Children._     (948)\n\nOur children, Lord, in faith and prayer\n  We now devote to thee;\nLet them thy covenant mercies share,\n  And thy salvation see.\n\n2 In early days their hearts secure\n  From worldly snares, we pray;\nAnd let them to the end endure\n  In every righteous way.\n\n3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live\n  In holy faith and fear;\nAnd then to heaven our souls receive\n  And bring our children there.\n\n\n484     Thanatopsis. S.M.\n\n_Dying, not Death._     (1088)\n\nIt is not death to die,--\n  To leave this weary road,\nAnd, midst the brotherhood on high,\n  To be at home with God.\n\n2 It is not death to close\n  The eye long dimmed by tears,\nAnd wake, in glorious repose\n  To spend eternal years.\n\n3 It is not death to fling\n  Aside this sinful dust,\nAnd rise, on strong exulting wing,\n  To live among the just.\n\n4 Jesus, thou Prince of life!\n  Thy chosen cannot die;\nLike thee, they conquer in the strife,\n  To reign with thee on high.\n\n     George W. Bethune, 1847.\n\n\n485     Thanatopsis. S.M.\n\n_The Crowning Hour._     (1086)\n\nServant of God, well done!\n  Thy glorious warfare's past;\nThe battle's fought, the race is won,\n  And thou art crowned at last;--\n\n2 Of all thy heart's desire\n  Triumphantly possessed;\nLodged by the ministerial choir\n  In thy Redeemer's breast.\n\n3 In condescending love,\n  Thy ceaseless prayer he heard,\nAnd bade thee suddenly remove\n  To thy complete reward.\n\n4 With saints enthroned on high,\n  Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,\nAnd still to God salvation cry,--\n  Salvation to the Lamb!\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n486     Thanatopsis. S.M.\n\n_A Little While._     (1089)\n\nA few more years shall roll,\n  A few more seasons come,\nAnd we shall be with those that rest\n  Asleep within the tomb.\n\n2 A few more suns shall set\n  O'er these dark hills of time,\nAnd we shall be where suns are not,\n  A far serener clime.\n\n3 A few more storms shall beat\n  On this wild rocky shore,\nAnd we shall be where tempests cease,\n  And surges swell no more.\n\n4 A few more struggles here,\n  A few more partings o'er,\nA few more toils, a few more tears,\n  And we shall weep no more.\n\n5 'Tis but a little while\n  And he shall come again,\nWho died that we might live, who lives\n  That we with him may reign.\n\n6 Then, O my Lord, prepare\n  My soul for that great day;\nOh, wash me in thy precious blood,\n  And take my sins away.\n\n     Horatius Bonar, 1856.\n\n\n487     St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Death Inevitable._\n\nDays and moments quickly flying\n  Blend the living with the dead;\nSoon shall we who sing be lying,\n  Each within our narrow bed.\n\n2 Soon our souls to God who gave them\n  Will have sped their rapid flight;\nAble now by grace to save them,\n  Oh, that while we can we might.\n\n3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer,\n  Maker of this mighty frame,\nTeach, oh, teach us to remember\n  What we are, and whence we came:--\n\n4 Whence we came, and whither wending\n  Soon we must through darkness go,\nTo inherit bliss unending,\n  Or eternity of woe.\n\n     Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849.\n\nAs the tree falls so must it lie;\nAs the man lives so will he die;\nAs the man dies, such must he be\nAll through the days of eternity.\n          Amen.\n\n\n488     St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Matthew 6:10._     (1097)\n\nJesus, while our hearts are bleeding\n  O'er the spoils that death has won,\nWe would at this solemn meeting,\n  Calmly say,--thy will be done.\n\n2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;\n  Though afflicted, not alone;\nThou didst give, and thou hast taken;\n  Blessed Lord,--thy will be done.\n\n3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,\n  Mercy still is on the throne;\nWith thy smiles of love returning,\n  We can sing--thy will be done.\n\n4 By thy hands the boon was given,\n  Thou hast taken but thine own:\nLord of earth, and God of heaven,\n  Evermore,--thy will be done!\n\n     Thomas Hastings.\n\n\n489     Rest. L.M.\n\n_Sleeping in Jesus._     (1077)\n\nAsleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,\nFrom which none ever wakes to weep;\nA calm and undisturbed repose,\nUnbroken by the dread of foes.\n\n2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,\nWhose waking is supremely blest;\nNo fear, no woes, shall dim the hour,\nWhich manifests the Savior's power.\n\n3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me\nMay such a blissful refuge be;\nSecurely shall my ashes lie,\nAnd wait the summons from on high.\n\n4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee\nThy kindred and their graves may be;\nBut thine is still a blessed sleep,\nFrom whence none ever wake to weep.\n\n     Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.\n\n\n490     Rest. L.M.\n\n_The End of that Man is Peace._     (1078)\n\nHow blest the righteous when he dies!\n  When sinks a weary soul to rest!\nHow mildly beam the closing eyes!\n  How gently heaves the expiring breast!\n\n2 So fades a summer cloud away;\n  So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;\nSo gently shuts the eye of day;\n  So dies a wave along the shore.\n\n3 A holy quiet reigns around,\n  A calm which life nor death destroys;\nAnd naught disturbs that peace profound\n  Which his unfettered soul enjoys.\n\n4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,\n  Light from its load the spirit flies,\nWhile heaven and earth combine to say,\n  How blest the righteous when he dies!\n\n     Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773.\n\n\n491     Rest. L.M.\n\n_Death and Burial of a Christian._     (1080)\n\nUnveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;\n  Take this new treasure to thy trust\nAnd give these sacred relics room,\n  To slumber in the silent dust.\n\n2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,\n  Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes\nCan reach the peaceful sleeper here,\n  While angels watch the soft repose.\n\n3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son\n  Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;\nRest here, blest saint, till from his throne\n  The morning break, and pierce the shade.\n\n4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;\n  Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;\nRestore thy trust; a glorious form\n  Shall then arise to meet the Lord.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1734.\n\n\n492     Rest. L.M.\n\n_The Fading Flower._     (1084)\n\nSo fades the lovely, blooming flower--\nFrail smiling solace of an hour!\nSo soon our transient comforts fly,\nAnd pleasure only blooms to die.\n\n2 Is there no kind, no lenient art,\nTo heal the anguish of the heart?\nSpirit of grace! be ever nigh,\nThy comforts are not made to die.\n\n3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain,\nTill dying hope shall live again;\nHope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye\nAnd faith points upward to the sky.\n\n     Anne Steele, 1760\n\n\n493     China. C.M.\n\n_We Are Confident._     (1067)\n\nWhy do we mourn departing friends,\n  Or shake at death's alarms?\n'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,\n  To call them to his arms.\n\n2 Are we not tending upward, too,\n  As fast as time can move?\nNor would we wish the hours more slow,\n  To keep us from our love.\n\n3 Why should we tremble to convey\n  Their bodies to the tomb?\nThere the dear flesh of Jesus lay,\n  And scattered all the gloom.\n\n4 The graves of all the saints be blessed,\n  And softened every bed;\nWhere should the dying members rest,\n  But with the dying Head?\n\n5 Thence he arose, ascending high,\n  And showed our feet the way;\nUp to the Lord we, too, shall fly\n  At the great rising-day.\n\n6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,\n  And bid our kindred rise;\nAwake! ye nations under ground;\n  Ye saints! ascend the skies.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n494     China. C.M.\n\n_Cheerful Submission to Death._     (1065)\n\nAnd let this feeble body fail,\n  And let it faint or die;\nMy soul shall quit the mournful vale,\n  And soar to worlds on high--\n\n2 Shall join the disembodied saints,\n  And find its long-sought rest;\nThat only bliss for which it pants,\n  In the Redeemer's breast.\n\n3 In hope of that immortal crown\n  I now the cross sustain;\nAnd gladly wander up and down,\n  And smile at toil and pain.\n\n4 I suffer on my three-score years,\n  Till my Deliverer come,\nAnd wipes away his servant's tears,\n  And takes his exile home.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1759.\n\n\n495     China. C.M.\n\n_Mourning with Hope._  (1066)\n\nWhy should our tears in sorrow flow\n  When God recalls his own,\nAnd bids them leave a world of woe,\n  For an immortal crown?\n\n2 Is not e'en death a gain to those\n  Whose life to God was given?\nGladly to earth their eyes they close\n  To open them in heaven.\n\n3 Their toils are past, their work is done,\n  And they are fully blest!\nThey fought the fight, the victory won,\n  And entered into rest.\n\n4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,--\n  God has recalled his own;\nBut let our hearts, in every woe,\n  Still say, \"Thy will be done!\"\n\n     Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829.\n\n\n496     Frederick. 11s.\n\n_Death Not Fearful._\n\nI would not live alway; I ask not to stay\nWhere storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;\nThe few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here\nAre enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.\n\n2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb!\nSince Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom;\nThere sweet be my rest till he bid me arise,\nTo hail him in triumph descending the skies.\n\n3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,\nAway from yon heaven, that blissful abode,\nWhere the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,\nAnd the noontide of glory eternally reigns;\n\n4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,\nTheir Savior and brethren transported to greet;\nWhile the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,\nAnd the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?\n\n     W.A. Muhlenburg.\n\n\n497     Thy Will Be Done. Chant\n\n_Mark 14:36._\n\n\"Thy will be | done!\" || In devious way\nThe hurrying stream of | life may | run; ||\nYet still our grateful hearts shall say, |\n  \"Thy will be | done.\"\n\n2 \"Thy will be | done!\" || If o'er us shine\nA gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, ||\nThis prayer will make it more divine-- |\n  \"Thy will be | done!\"\n\n3 \"Thy will be | done!\" || Tho' shrouded o'er\nOur | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one ||\nIs ours:--to breathe, while we adore, |\n  \"Thy will be | done.\"\n\n     Sir. J. Bowring, 1825.\n\n\n498     Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.\n\n_On Jordan's Strand._  (1146)\n\nMy days are gliding swiftly by,\n  And I a pilgrim stranger,\nWould not detain them as they fly,\n  Those hours of toil and danger.\n\nCho.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,\n        Our friends are passing over;\n      And, just before, the shining shore\n        We may almost discover.\n\n2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear!\n  Our heav'nly home discerning;\nOur absent Lord has left us word,--\n  \"Let ev'ry lamp be burning.\"\n\n3 Should coming days be cold and dark,\n  We need not cease our singing;\nThat perfect rest none can molest,\n  Where golden harps are ringing.\n\n4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,\n  Each cord on earth to sever;\nOur King says,--\"Come!\" and there's our home,\n  Forever, oh! forever!\n\n     David Nelson, 1835.\n\n\n499     Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.\n\n_Wayfarers._  (1147)\n\nWayfarers in the wilderness,\n  By morn, and noon, and even,\nDay after day, we journey on,\n  With weary feet toward heaven.\n\nCho.--O land above! O land of love!\n        The glory shineth o'er thee;\n      O Christ, our King! in mercy bring\n        Us thither, we implore thee!\n\n2 By day the cloud before us goes,\n  By night the cloud of fire,\nTo guide us o'er the trackless waste,\n  To Canaan ever nigher.\n\n3 The sea was riven from our feet,\n  And so shall be the river;\nAnd, by the King's highway brought home,\n  We'll praise his name forever:\n\n     Alexander R. Thompson, 1869.\n\n\n500     Nearer Home. 6s.\n\n_A Solemn Thought._  (1139)\n\nOne sweetly solemn thought\n  Comes to me o'er and o'er;\nI'm nearer home to-day\n  Than e'er I've been before.\n\nCho.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,\n        Nearer my home to-day;\n      Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day,\n        Than ever I've been before.\n\n2 Nearer my Father's house\n  Where the blest mansions be;\nNearer the great white throne,\n  Nearer the crystal sea;\n\n3 Nearer the bound where we\n  Must lay our burdens down,\nNearer to leave the cross,\n  Nearer to gain the crown.\n\n4 The waves of that deep sea\n  Roll dark before my sight,\nBut break, the other side,\n  Upon a shore of light.\n\n5 Oh! if my mortal feet\n  Have almost gained the brink,\nIf I am nearer home\n  To-day than e'en I think,\n\n6 Father! perfect my trust,\n  That I may rest, in death,\nOn Christ, my Lord, alone,\n  And thus resign my breath.\n\n     Phoebe Cary, 1852 _a._\n\n\n501     Consolation. P.M.\n\n_The Death of a Child._\n\nThere is no flock, however watched and tended,\n  But one dead lamb is there!\nThere is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,\n  But has one vacant chair!\nThe air is full of farewells to the dying,\n  And mournings for the dead;\nThe heart of Rachel for her children crying\n  Will not be comforted!\n\n2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions\n  Not from the ground arise,\nBut oftentimes celestial benedictions\n  Assume this dark disguise.\nWe see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors,\n  Amid these earthly damps,\nWhat seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,\n  May be heav'ns distant lamps.\n\n3 She is not dead, the child of our affection,\n  But gone unto that school\nWhere she no longer needs our poor protection,\n  And Christ himself doth rule.\nIn that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,\n  By guardian angels led,\nSafe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,\n  She lives whom we call dead.\n\n4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion,\n  And anguish long suppressed,\nThe swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean\n  That cannot be at rest:\nWe will be patient--and assuage the feeling\n  We cannot wholly stay,\nBy silence sanctifying, not concealing\n  The grief that must have way.\n\n     Henry W. Longfellow, 1849.\n\n\n502     Peace, Be Still. P.M.\n\n_Submission._\n\nPeace, be still!\n  In this night of sorrow bow;\n  Oh, my heart, contend not thou;\nWhat befalls is God's own will;\nPeace, be still!\n\n2 Hold thee still!\n  Tho' the Father scourge thee sore,\n  Cling thou to him all the more;\nLet him mercy's work fulfill;\nHold thee still!\n\n3 Lord, my God!\n  Give me grace, that I may be\n  Thy true child, and silently\nOwn thy scepter and thy rod;\nLord, my God!\n\n4 Shepherd mine!\n  From thy fullness give me still\n  Faith to do and bear thy will\nTill the morning light shall shine;\nShepherd mine!\n\n     Schiller.\n\n\n503     Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s.\n\n_Death of a Christian._\n\nRest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,\n  Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;\nSafely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,\n  Fatherland, home of the soul.\n\n2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast\n  Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet \"land of rest;\"\nGone to the Savior's bright mansion above,\n  Rest in the light of his love.\n\n3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,\n  Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;\nDangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,\n  Rest on the beautiful shore.\n\n     Maria Straub.\n\n\n504     As Fade the Stars. P.M.\n\n_The Life of the Departed._\n\nAs fade the stars at morn away,\nTheir glory gone in perfect day,\nSo pass away the friends we love,\nTheir presence lost in worlds above,\n  While we o'er their slumbers are weeping.\n\n2 As sink the stars when night is o'er,\nTo rise upon some other shore,\nSo sink our precious ones from sight,\nIn other skies to walk in light,\n  While we sorrow's vigils are keeping.\n\n3 No more in east, or in the west,\nFade they from sight, or sink to rest;\nFixed firm in that celestial air,\nThey radiant shine eternal there;\n  Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.\n\n     J.E. Rankin, D.D.\n\n\n505     Nettie. 5s & 9s.\n\n_Consolation._\n\nMidst sorrow and care\nThere's one that is near,\nAnd ever delights to relieve us.\n\n2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend,\nOn whom we depend\nFor life and for all its rich blessings.\n\n3 When trouble assails,\nHis love never fails;\nHe meets us with sweet consolation.\n\n\n506     Meribah. C.P.M.\n\n_Pleading for Acceptance._     (1114)\n\nWhen thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,\nTo take thy ransomed people home,\n  Shall I among them stand?\nShall such a worthless worm as I,\nWho sometimes am afraid to die,\n  Be found at thy right hand?\n\n2 I love to meet thy people now,\nBefore thy feet with them to bow,\n  Though vilest of them all;\nBut--can I bear the piercing thought?--\nWhat if my name should be left out,\n  When thou for them shalt call?\n\n3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;\nBe thou my only hiding-place,\n  In this th' accepted day;\nThy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,\nTo still my unbelieving fear,\n  Nor let me fall, I pray.\n\n4 And when the final trump shall sound,\nAmong thy saints let me be found,\n  To bow before thy face;\nThen in triumphant strains I'll sing,\nWhile heaven's resounding mansions ring\n  With praise of sovereign grace.\n\n     Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772\n\n\n507     Meribah. C.P.M.\n\n_Present and Future Realities._     (1115)\n\nLo! on a narrow neck of land,\nBetween two boundless seas I stand,--\n  Yet how insensible!\nA point of time--a moment's space--\nRemoves me to yon heavenly place,\n  Or shuts me up in hell!\n\n2 O God! my inmost soul convert,\nAnd deeply on my thoughtless heart\n  Eternal things impress;\nGive me to feel their solemn weight,\nAnd save me, ere it be too late!\n  Wake me to righteousness.\n\n3 Be this my one great business here,\nWith holy trembling, holy fear,\n  To make my calling sure;\nThine utmost counsel to fulfill,\nTo suffer all thy righteous will,\n  And to the end endure!\n\n4 Then Savior! then my soul receive,\nTransported from the earth, to live\n  And reign with thee above;\nWhere faith is sweetly lost in sight,\nAnd hope, in full supreme delight,\n  And everlasting love.\n\n     Charles Wesley, 1749.\n\n\n\n\n508     Marlow. C.M.\n\n_Certainty of Judgment._     (1103)\n\nThat awful day will surely come,\n  Th' appointed hour makes haste,\nWhen I must stand before the Judge\n  And pass the solemn test.\n\n2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,\n  Thou Sovereign of my heart,\nHow could I bear to hear thy voice\n  Pronounce the sound, \"Depart!\"\n\n3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair,\n  To see my God remove,\nAnd fix my dreadful station where\n  I must not taste his love!\n\n4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name\n  Is graven on thy hands;\nShow me some promise in thy book\n  Where my salvation stands.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n509     Judgment. C.M.\n\n_The Judgment Day._     (1106)\n\nAnd must I be to judgment brought,\n  And answer in that day,\nFor every vain and idle thought,\n  And every word I say?\n\n2 Yes, every secret of my heart\n  Shall shortly be made known,\nAnd I receive my just desert\n  For all that I have done.\n\n3 How careful then I ought to live!\n  With what religious fear,\nWho such a strict account must give\n  For my behavior here.\n\n4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,\n  The watchful power bestow;\nSo shall I to my ways take heed,\n  To all I speak or do.\n\n     Charles Wesley.\n\n\n510     Ewing. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_The New Jerusalem._\n\nJerusalem, the golden,\n  With milk and honey blest!\nBeneath thy contemplation\n  Sink heart and voice oppressed:\nI know not, oh, I know not,\n  What social joys are there,\nWhat radiancy of glory,\n  What light beyond compare.\n\n2 They stand, those halls of Zion,\n  All jubilant with song,\nAnd bright with many an angel,\n  And all the martyr throng;\nThe Prince is ever in them,\n  The daylight is serene;\nThe pastures of the blessed\n  Are decked in glorious sheen.\n\n3  There is the throne of David;\n  And there, from care released,\nThe song of them that triumph,\n  The shout of them that feast;\nAnd they who, with their Leader,\n  Have conquered in the light,\nForever and forever\n  Are clad in robes of white.\n\n     Bernard of Cluny, 1145.\n     J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.\n\n\n511     Swing. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_Paradise of Joy._\n\nFor thee, O dear, dear country,\n  Mine eyes their vigils keep;\nFor very love, beholding\n  Thy happy name, they weep.\nThe mention of thy glory\n  Is unction to the breast,\nAnd medicine in sickness,\n  And love, and life, and rest.\n\n2 Oh, sweet and blessed country,\n  The home of God's elect!\nOh, sweet and blessed country,\n  That eager hearts expect!\nJesus, in mercy bring us\n  To that dear land of rest;\nWho art, with God the Father,\n  And Spirit, ever blest.\n\n     Bernard of Cluny, 1145.\n     J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.\n\n\n512     Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_In Immanuel's Land._\n\nThe sands of time are wasting,\n  The dawn of heaven breaks;\nThe summer morn I've sighed for,\n  The fair, sweet morn awakes.\nOh, dark hath been the midnight,\n  But day-spring is at hand,\nAnd glory, glory dwelleth\n  In Immanuel's land.\n\n2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,\n  The deep, sweet well of love;\nThe streams of earth I've tasted,\n  More deep I'll drink above.\nThere, to an ocean fullness,\n  His mercy doth expand,\nAnd glory, glory dwelleth\n  In Immanuel's land.\n\n3 Oh, I am my Beloved's,\n  And my Beloved's mine;\nHe brings a poor, vile sinner\n  Into his house divine.\nUpon the Rock of Ages\n  My soul, redeemed, shall stand,\nWhere glory, glory dwelleth\n  In Immanuel's land.\n\n     Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.\n\n\n513     Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_Heb. 11: 14._\n\nJerusalem, the glorious!\n  The glory of th' elect,--\nO dear and future vision\n  That eager hearts expect!\nEv'n now by faith I see thee,\n  Ev'n here thy walls discern;\nTo thee my thoughts are kindled,\n  And strive, and pant, and yearn!\n\n2 The cross is all thy splendor,\n  The Crucified, thy praise;\nHis laud and benediction\n  Thy ransomed people raise;--\nJerusalem! exulting\n  On that securest shore,\nI hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,\n  And love thee evermore!\n\n3 O sweet and blessed country!\n  Shall I e'er see thy face?\nO sweet and blessed country!\n  Shall I e'er win thy grace?--\nExult, O dust and ashes!\n  The Lord shall be thy part;\nHis only, his forever,\n  Thou shalt be, and thou art!\n\n     Bernard of Cluny, 1145.\n     J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757\n\n\n514     Varina. C.M. D.\n\n_The Heavenly Canaan._     (1116)\n\nThere is a land of pure delight,\n  Where saints immortal reign;\nInfinite day excludes the night,\n  And pleasures banish pain.\nThere everlasting spring abides,\n  And never-withering flowers;\nDeath, like a narrow sea, divides,\n  This heavenly land from ours.\n\n2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood\n  Stand dressed in living green;\nSo to the Jews old Canaan stood,\n  While Jordan rolled between.\nBut timorous mortals start and shrink\n  To cross this narrow sea,\nAnd linger, shivering on the brink,\n  And fear to launch away.\n\n3 O could we make our doubts remove,\n  Those gloomy doubts that rise,\nAnd see the Canaan that we love,\n  With unbeclouded eyes--\nCould we but climb where Moses stood,\n  And view the landscape o'er,\nNot Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,\n  Should fright us from the shore.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1709.\n\n\n515     Varina. C.M.D.\n\n_Heavenly Rest in Anticipation_     (1118)\n\nWhen I can read my title clear\n  To mansions in the skies,\nI'll bid farewell to every fear\n  And wipe my weeping eyes.\nShould earth against my soul engage,\n  And fiery darts be hurled,\nThen I can smile at Satan's rage.\n  And face a frowning world.\n\n2 Let cares like a wild deluge come\n  Let storms of sorrow fall--\nSo I but safely reach my home,\n  My God, my heaven, my all.\nThere I shall bathe my weary soul\n  In seas of heavenly rest,\nAnd not a wave of trouble roll\n  Across my peaceful breast.\n\n     Isaac Watts, 1707.\n\n\n516     Varina. C.M.D.\n\n_The Society of Heaven._     (1126)\n\nJerusalem! my glorious home!\n  Name ever dear to me!\nWhen shall my labors have an end,\n  In joy, and peace, and thee?\nWhen shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls\n  And pearly gates behold?\nThy bulwarks with salvation strong,\n  And streets of shining gold?\n\n2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,\n  Shall I thy courts ascend,\nWhere congregations ne'er break up,\n  And Sabbaths have no end?\nThere happier bowers than Eden's bloom,\n  Nor sin nor sorrow know:\nBlest seats! through rude and stormy scenes\n  I onward press to you.\n\n3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?\n  Or feel at death dismay?\nI've Canaan's goodly land in view,\n  And realms of endless day.\nJerusalem! my glorious home!\n  My soul still pants for thee;\nThen shall my labors have an end,\n  When I thy joys shall see.\n\n     Francis Baker (?), 1801.\n\n\n517     Over There. P.M.\n\n_The Home Over There._     (1141)\n\nOh, think of the home over there,\n  By the side of the river of light,\nWhere the saints all immortal and fair,\n  Are robed in their garments of white.\n\nRef.--Over there, over there,\n      Oh, think of the home over there;\n      Over there, over there, over there,\n      Oh, think of the home over there.\n\n2 Oh, think of the friends over there,\n  Who before us the journey have trod,\nOf the songs that they breathe on the air.\n  In their home in the palace of God.\n\nRef.--Over there, over there,\n      Oh, think of the friends over there;\n      Over there, over there, over there,\n      Oh, think of the friends over there.\n\n3 My Savior is now over there,\n  There my kindred and friends are at rest;\nThen away from my sorrow and care,\n  Let me fly to the land of the blest.\n\nRef.--Over there, over there,\n      My Savior is now over there;\n      Over there, over there, over there,\n      My Savior is now over there.\n\n4 I'll soon be at home over there,\n  For the end of my journey I see;\nMany dear to my heart, over there,\n  Are watching and waiting for me.\n\nRef.--Over there, over there,\n      I'll soon be at home over there;\n      Over there, over there, over there,\n      I'll soon be at home over there.\n\n     Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.\n\n\n518     Sweet By and By. P.M.\n\n_The Other Side._     (1150)\n\nThere's a land that is fairer than day\n  And by faith we can see it afar;\nFor the Father waits over the way,\n  To prepare us a dwelling-place there.\n\nCho.--In the sweet by and by,\n      We shall meet on that beautiful shore;\n      In the sweet by and by,\n      We shall meet on that beautiful shore.\n\n2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore\n  The melodious songs of the blest,\nAnd our spirits shall sorrow no more,\n  Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.\n\n3 To our bountiful Father above\n  We will offer the tribute of praise,\nFor the glorious gift of his love.\n  And the blessings that hallow our days.\n\n4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,\n  In the joys of the saved we shall share;\nAll our pilgrimage toil will be o'er,\n  And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.\n\n5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign,\n  In the land where the saved never die;\nWe shall rest, free from sorrow and pain,\n  Safe at home in the sweet by and by.\n\n     S.F. Bennett.\n\n\n519     Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Sweet Fields of Eden._     (1148)\n\nIn the Christian's home in glory,\n  There remains a land of rest;\nThere my Savior's gone before me\n  To fulfill my soul's request.\n\nCho.--There is rest for the weary,\n      There is rest for the weary,\n      There is rest for the weary,\n      There is rest for you.\n      On the other side of Jordan,\n      In the sweet fields of Eden,\n      Where the tree of life is blooming,\n      There is rest for you.\n\n2 He is fitting up my mansion,\n  Which eternally shall stand.\nFor my stay shall not be transient,\n  In that holy, happy land.\n\n3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,\n  Grief nor woe my lot shall share;\nBut, in that celestial center,\n  I a crown of life shall wear.\n\n4 Death itself shall then be vanquished\n  And his sting shall be withdrawn;\nShout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed\n  Hail with joy the rising morn\n\n5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory\n  Shout your triumph as you go;\nZion's gate will open for you,\n  You shall find an entrance through.\n\n     William Hunter, 1857\n\n\n520     Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.\n\n_Deut. 12:9._     (1149)\n\nThis is not my place of resting,--\n  Mine's a city yet to come;\nOnward to it I am hasting--\n  On to my eternal home.\n\n2 In it all is light and glory;\n  O'er it shines a nightless day;\nEvery trace of sin's sad story,\n  All the curse hath passed away;\n\n3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us\n  By the streams of life along--\nOn the freshest pastures feeds us,\n  Turns our sighing into song.\n\n4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,\n  Soon we bid farewell to pain;\nNever more are sad or weary,\n  Never, never sin again!\n\n     H. Bonar.\n\n\n521     Woodland. C.M.\n\n_Heaven's Joys._     (1121)\n\nThere is an hour of peaceful rest\n  To mourning wand'rers giv'n;\nThere is a joy for souls distressed,\nA balm for ev'ry wounded breast--\n  'Tis found above--in heav'n.\n\n2 There is a soft, a downy bed,\n  'Tis fair as breath of even;\nA couch for weary mortals spread,\nWhere they may rest the aching head,\n  And find repose--in heav'n.\n\n3 There is a home for weary souls,\n  By sin and sorrow driv'n;\nWhen tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,\nWhere storms arise, and ocean rolls,\n  And all is drear--but heav'n.\n\n4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,\n  To brighter prospects giv'n;\nAnd views the tempest passing by,\nThe evening shadows quickly fly,\n  And all serene--in heav'n.\n\n     Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.\n\n\n522     Going Home. L.M.\n\n_Joyful Prospect._\n\nMy heavenly home is bright and fair;\nNor pain nor death can enter there;\nIts glitt'ring towers the sun outshine;\nThat heavenly mansion shall be mine.\n\nCho.--I'm going home, I'm going home,\n      I'm going home to die no more,\n      To die no more, to die no more,\n      I'm going home to die no more.\n\n2 My Father's house is built on high;\nFar, far above the starry sky;\nWhen from this earthly prison free,\nThat heavenly mansion mine shall be.\n\n3 Let others seek a home below,\nWhich flames devour, or waves o'erflow,\nBe mine a happier lot, to own\nA heavenly mansion near the throne.\n\n4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,\nAnd sun and moon refuse to shine\nAll nature sink and cease to be,\nThat heavenly mansion stands for me.\n\n     Rev. William Hunter.\n\n\n523     Sweet Home. 11s.\n\n_The Eternal Home._     (1142)\n\n'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,\nHow sweet to my soul is communion with saints;\nTo find at the banquet of mercy there's room,\nAnd feel in the presence of Jesus at home.\n\nCho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home!\n      Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.\n\n2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,\nAnd thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease,\nTho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,\nI long to behold thee in glory at home.\n\n3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,\nWhich hinders my joy and communion with thee;\nTho' now my temptations like billows may foam,\nAll, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.\n\n4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,\nOh, give me submission and strength as my day,\nIn all my afflictions to thee would I come,\nRejoicing in hope of my glorious home.\n\n     David Denham, 1826.\n\n\n524     We Shall Meet. P.M.\n\n_The Joyful Anticipation._\n\nWe shall meet beyond the river,\n  By and by, by and by;\nAnd the darkness shall be over,\n  By and by, by and by;\nWith the toilsome journey done,\n  And the glorious battle won,\nWe shall shine forth as the sun,\n  By and by, by and by.\n\n2 We shall strike the harps of glory,\n  By and by, by and by;\nWe shall sing redemption's story.\n  By and by, by and by;\nAnd the strains for evermore\n  Shall resound in sweetness o'er\nYonder everlasting shore,\n  By and by, by and by.\n\n3 We shall see and be like Jesus,\n  By and by, by and by;\nWho a crown of life will give us,\n  By and by, by and by;\nAnd the angels who fulfill\n  All the mandates of his will\nShall attend, and love us still,\n  By and by, by and by.\n\n4 There our tears shall all cease flowing,\n  By and by, by and by;\nAnd with sweetest rapture knowing,\n  By and by, by and by;\nAll the blest ones who have gone\n  To the land of life and song,--\nWe with shoutings shall rejoin,\n  By and by, by and by.\n\n     Rev. John Atkinson.\n\n\n525     Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s.\n\n_The Conquering Pilgrim._\n\nI saw a way-worn trav'ler,\n  In tattered garments clad,\nAnd struggling up the mountain,\n  It seemed that he was sad;\nHis back was laden heavy,\n  His strength was almost gone,\nYet he shouted as he journeyed,\n  Deliverance will come.\n\nRef.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,\n      Palms of victory I shall wear.\n\n2 The summer sun was shining,\n  The sweat was on his brow,\nHis garments worn and dusty,\n  His step seemed very slow;\nBut he kept pressing onward,\n  For he was wending home;\nStill shouting as he journeyed,\n  Deliverance will come.\n\n3 The songsters in the arbor\n  That stood beside the way\nAttracted his attention,\n  Inviting his delay;\nHis watchword being \"Onward,\"\n  He stopped his ears and run,\nStill shouting as he journeyed,\n  Deliverance will come.\n\n4 I saw him in the evening,\n  The sun was bending low,\nHe'd overtopped the mountain\n  And reached the vale below;\nHe saw the golden city,--\n  His everlasting home,--\nAnd shouted loud, Hosanna,\n  Deliverance will come!\n\n5 While gazing on that city,\n  Just o'er the narrow flood,\nA band of holy angels\n  Came from the throne of God;\nThey bore him on their pinions\n  Safe o'er the dashing foam,\nAnd joined him in his triumph,--\n  Deliverance has come!\n\n6 I heard the song of triumph\n  They sang upon that shore,\nSaying, Jesus has redeemed us\n  To suffer nevermore:\nThen, casting his eyes backward\n  On the race which he had run,\nHe shouted loud, Hosanna,\n  Deliverance has come!\n\n     J.B. Matthias.\n\n\n526     Home of the Soul. P.M.\n\n_The Beautiful Land._\n\nI will sing you a song of that beautiful land,\n  The far away home of the soul;\nWhere no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,\n  While the years of eternity roll.\n\n2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams\n  Its bright jasper walls I can see;\nTill I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes\n  Between the fair city and me.\n\n3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me,\n  Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,\nThe King of all kingdoms forever is he,\n  And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.\n\n4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,\n  So free from all sorrow and pain;\nWith songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,\n  To meet one another again.\n\n     Mrs. Ellen H. Gates.\n\n\n527     Forever with the Lord. S.M.D.\n\n_Eternal Blessedness._     (1134)\n\n\"Forever with the Lord!\"\n  Amen, so let it be;\nLife from the dead is in that word,\n  'Tis immortality.\nHere in the body pent,\n  Absent from him I roam,\nYet nightly pitch my moving tent\n  A day's march nearer home;\nNearer home, nearer home,\n  A day's march nearer home.\n\n2 My Father's house on high,\n  Home of my soul, how near,\nAt times, to faith's aspiring eye\n  Thy golden gates appear.\nAh! then my spirit faints\n  To reach the land I love;\nThe bright inheritance of saints--\n  Jerusalem above;\nHome above, home above,\n  Jerusalem above.\n\n3 Yet doubts still intervene,\n  And all my comfort flies;\nLike Noah's dove, I flit between\n  Rough seas and stormy skies.\nAnon the clouds depart,\n  The wind and waters cease,\nWhile sweetly o'er my gladdened heart\n  Expands the bow of peace;\nBow of peace, bow of peace,\n  Expands the bow of peace.\n\n     James Montgomery, 1835.\n\n\n528     On Jordan's Stormy Banks. C.M.\n\n_The Pleasing Prospect._     (1117)\n\nOn Jordan's stormy banks I stand,\n  And cast a wishful eye\nTo Canaan's fair and happy land,\n  Where my possessions lie.\n\nCho.--We will rest in the fair and happy land,\n        Just across on the evergreen shore,\n      Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,\n        And dwell with Jesus evermore.\n\n2 O'er all those wide-extended plains\n  Shines one eternal day;\nThere God the Son forever reigns\n  And scatters night away.\n\n3 When shall I reach that happy place,\n  And be forever blest?\nWhen shall I see my Father's face,\n  And in his bosom rest?\n\n4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul\n  Would here no longer stay;\nTho' Jordan's waves around me roll,\n  Fearless I'd launch away.\n\n     Samuel Stennett, 1787.\n\n\n529     Shall We Gather. 8s & 7s.\n\n_The River of Life._\n\nShall we gather at the river\n  Where bright angel feet have trod;\nWith its crystal tide forever\n  Flowing by the throne of God.\n\nCho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river,\n      The beautiful, the beautiful river,--\n      Gather with the saints at the river\n      That flows by the throne of God.\n\n2 On the margin of the river\n  Washing up its silver spray,\nWe will walk and worship ever,\n  All the happy, golden day.\n\n3 Ere we reach the shining river\n  Lay we ev'ry burden down;\nGrace our spirits will deliver,\n  And provide a robe and crown.\n\n4 At the smiling of the river\n  Mirror of the Savior's face,\nSaints whom death will never sever\n  Lift their songs of saving grace.\n\n5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,\n  Soon our pilgrimage will cease;\nSoon our happy hearts will quiver\n  With the melody of peace.\n\n     Robert Lowry.\n\n\n530     The Future. 8s & 7s. D.\n\n_The Future in God's Hands._\n\nOh, I often sit and ponder,\n  When the sun is sinking low,\nWhere shall yonder future find me?\n  Does but God in heaven know?\nShall I be among the living?\n  Shall I be among the free?\nWheresoe'er my path be leading,\n  Savior, keep my heart with thee.\n\nCho.--Oh, the future lies before me,\n      And I know not where I'll be;\n      But where'er my path be leading,\n      Savior, keep my heart with thee.\n\n2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus,\n  Whilst he leads me by the hand,\nAnd to those around be saying,\n  Come and join this happy band?\nCome, for all things now are ready,\n  Come, his faithful foll'wer be;\nOh, where'er my path be leading,\n  Savior, keep my heart with thee.\n\n3 But perhaps my work for Jesus\n  Soon in future may be done,\nAll my earthly trials ended,\n  And my crown in heaven won;\nThen forever with the ransomed\n  Thro' eternity I'd be\nChanting hymns to him who bo't me\n  With his blood, shed on a tree.\n\n     Miss Jennie Stout.\n\n\n531     Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s.\n\n_The Aged Christian's Delight._\n\nThe evening shades are falling,\n  The sun is sinking fast;\nThe Holy One is calling,\n  We're going home at last.\n\nCho.--Going home at last;\n      Going home at last;\n      The march will soon be over,\n      We're going home at last.\n\n2 The road's been long and dreary,\n  The toils came thick and fast;\nIn body weak and weary,\n  Were going home at last.\n\n3 We now are nearing heaven,\n  And soon shall be at rest;\nOur crowns will soon be given,\n  We're going home at last.\n\n4 Oh, praise the Lord forever,\n  Our sorrows are all past;\nWe'll part no more, no, never;\n  We are at home at last.\n\n     Rev. W. Gossett.\n\n\n532     The Sweet Story. P.M.\n\n_Christ's Delight in Children._\n\nI think when I read that sweet story of old,\n  When Jesus was here among men,\nHow he called little children as lambs to his fold,\n  I should like to have been with them then.\n\nRef.--I should like to have been with them then;\n      I should like to have been with them then;\n      How he called little children as lambs to his fold,\n      I should like to have been with them then.\n\n2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,\n  His arms had been thrown around me,\nAnd that I might have seen his kind look when he said,\n  \"Let the little ones come unto me.\"\n\nRef.--\"Let the little ones come unto me,\"\n      \"Let the little ones come unto me,\"\n      And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,\n      \"Let the little ones come unto me.\"\n\n3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,\n  And ask for a share in his love;\nAnd if I now earnestly seek him below,\n  I shall see him and hear him above.\n\nRef.--I shall see him and hear him above,\n      I shall see him and hear him above,\n      And if I now earnestly seek him below,\n      I shall see him and hear him above.\n\n     Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841.\n\n\n533     Siloam. C.M.\n\n_Childhood Piety._     (1180)\n\nBy cool Siloam's shady rill,\n  How fair the lily grows!\nHow sweet the breath, beneath the hill,\n  Of Sharon's dewy rose!\n\n2 Lo! such the child whose early feet\n  The paths of peace have trod,\nWhose secret heart, with influence sweet,\n  Is upward drawn to God.\n\n3 By cool Siloam's shady rill\n  The lily must decay;\nThe rose that blooms beneath the hill\n  Must shortly fade away.\n\n4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour\n  Of man's maturer age\nWill shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r.\n  And stormy passions rage.\n\n     Reginald Heber, 1812.\n\n\n534     Swanwick. C.M.\n\n_A New House of Worship._     (1176)\n\nGod of the universe! to thee\n  This sacred house we rear,\nAnd now, with songs and bended knee,\n  Invoke thy presence here.\n\n2 Long may this echoing dome resound\n  The praises of thy name,\nThese hallowed walls to all around\n  The Triune God proclaim.\n\n3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;\n  Thy glory here make known;\nThy people's home, oh! come and fill,\n  And seal it as thine own.\n\n4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn\n  Upon the just shall rise,\nMay all who own thee here be borne\n  To mansions in the skies.\n\n     Miss Mary O----, 1841.\n\n\n535     Swanwick. C.M.\n\n_Church Opening._\n\nArise, O King of grace, arise,\n  And enter to thy rest;\nLo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,\n  Thus to be owned and blest.\n\n2 Enter with all thy glorious train.\n  Thy Spirit and thy word;\nAll that the ark did once contain\n  Could no such grace afford.\n\n3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,\n  Here let thy praise be spread;\nBless the provisions of thy house\n  And fill thy poor with bread.\n\n4 Here let the Son of David reign,\n  Let God's Anointed shine;\nJustice and truth his court maintain\n  With love and power divine.\n\n5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,\n  And as his kingdom grows,\nFresh honors shall adorn his crown.\n  And shame confound his foes.\n\n     Isaac Watts.\n\n\n536     Swanwick. C.M.\n\n_Temperance Meeting._     (1186)\n\n'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,\n  To raise the dead to life,\nThe lost inebriate to reclaim\n  From passion's fearful strife.\n\n2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought,\n  How widely roll its waves!\nHow many myriads hath it brought\n  To fill dishonored graves!\n\n3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still\n  Are maddened by the bowl,\nLed captive at the tyrant's will,\n  In bondage heart and soul!\n\n4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!\n  And break the galling chain;\nDeliverance to the captive bring,\n  And end th' usurper's reign.\n\n5 The cause of Temperance is thine own,\n  Our plans and efforts bless;\nWe trust, O Lord! in thee alone\n  To crown them with success.\n\n     Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.\n\n\n537     Let Us Arise. P.M.\n\n_Moral Reforms._\n\nDo you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,\n  While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?\nDo you note his rising pow'r,\nGrowing bolder ev'ry hour?\n  Will he not our land devour while you stand?\n\nCho.--Let us arise, all unite!\n      Let us arise in our might!\n      Let us arise! speak for God and the right.\n        Tho' our numbers may be few,\n        God will lead us grandly thro'\n      And our arms with strength endue by his might.\n\n2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?\n  Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r?\nMark you not the mother's sigh?\nHear you not the children's cry?\n  See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?\n\n3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?\n  Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.\nThousands perish while you wait,\nWhile you counsel and debate;\n  Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?\n\n4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,\n  Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!\nCounting cost, no longer wait;\nForward, manhood of the state!\n  For in God your strength is great for the right.\n\n     E.S. Lorenz.\n\n\n588     Webb. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_The Temperance Banner._     (1192)\n\nUnfurl the Temp'rance Banner\n  And fling it to the breeze,\nAnd let the glad hosanna\n  Sweep over land and seas;\nTo God be all the glory\n  For what we now behold--\nOh, let the cheering story\n  In every ear be told.\n\n2 The drunkard shall not perish\n  In Alcohol's dire chain,\nBut wife and children cherish\n  Within his home again;\nAnd sobered men, repenting,\n  Will bow at Jesus' feet,\nTheir thankful hearts relenting\n  Before the mercy-seat.\n\n3 A new-waked zeal is burning\n  In this and every land,\nAnd thousands now are turning\n  To join our temp'rance band;\nThe light of truth is shining\n  In many a darkened soul;\nEre long its rays combining\n  Will blaze from pole to pole.\n\n\n539     Webb. 7s & 6s. D.\n\n_The Crystal Fountain._     (1193)\n\nFrom brightest crystal fountain\n  That flows in beauty free,\nBy shady hill and mountain\n  Fill high the cup for me!\nSing of the sparkling waters,\n  Sing of the cooling spring--\nLet freedom's sons and daughters\n  Their joyous tribute bring.\n\n2 From many a happy dwelling,\n  Late misery's dark abode,\nThe joyous peal is swelling--\n  The hymn of praise to God,\nGlad songs are now ascending\n  From many a thankful heart,\nHope, Joy, and Peace are blending,\n  And each their aid impart.\n\n3 We'll join the tuneful chorus\n  And raise our song on high!\nThe cheering view before us\n  Delights the raptured eye;\nThe glorious cause is gaining\n  New strength from day to day,\nThe drunkard host is waning\n  Before cold water's sway.\n\n\n540     Hebron. L.M.\n\n_Corner-Stone Laying._     (1178)\n\nAn earthly temple here we raise,\nLord God, our Savior! to thy praise;\nOh! make thy gracious presence known,\nWhile now we lay its corner-stone.\n\n2 Within the house thy servants rear,\nDeign by thy Spirit to appear;\nOn all its walls salvation write,\nFrom corner-stone to topmost height.\n\n3 And when this temple, \"made with hands,\"\nUpon its firm foundation stands,\nOh! may we all with loving heart,\nIn nobler building bear a part,\n\n4 Where every polished stone shall be\nA human soul won back to thee;\nAll resting upon Christ alone,--\nThe chief and precious Corner-Stone.\n\n     Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866.\n\n\n541     Chesterfield. C.M.\n\n_Prayer for the Nation._     (1217)\n\nLord! while for all mankind we pray,\n  Of ev'ry clime and coast,\nOh! hear us for our native land,--\n  The land we love the most.\n\n2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe,\n  With peace our borders bless,\nWith prosperous times our cities crown,\n  Our fields with plenteousness.\n\n3 Unite us in the sacred love\n  Of knowledge, truth, and thee;\nAnd let our hills and valleys shout\n  The songs of liberty.\n\n4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee\n  Our country we commend;\nBe thou her Refuge and her Trust,\n  Her everlasting Friend.\n\n     John Reynell Wreford, 1837.\n\n\n542     America. 6s & 4s.\n\n_America._     (1226)\n\nMy country! 'tis of thee,\nSweet land of liberty,\n  Of thee I sing:\nLand where my fathers died!\nLand of the pilgrim's pride!\nFrom ev'ry mountain side\n  Let freedom ring!\n\n2 My native country, thee,--\nLand of the noble, free,--\n  Thy name--I love;\nI love thy rocks and rills,\nThy woods and templed hills;\nMy heart with rapture thrills\n  Like that above.\n\n3 Let music swell the breeze,\nAnd ring, from all the trees,\n  Sweet freedom's song;\nLet mortal tongues awake;\nLet all that breathe partake;\nLet rocks their silence break,--\n  The sound prolong.\n\n4 Our fathers' God! to thee,\nAuthor of liberty,\n  To thee we sing;\nLong may our land be bright\nWith freedom's holy light;\nProtect us, by thy might,\n  Great God, our King!\n\n     Samuel F. Smith, 1832.\n\n\n543     America. 6s & 4s.\n\n_Our Native Land._     (1227)\n\nGod bless our native land!\nFirm may she ever stand,\n  Through storm and night;\nWhen the wild tempests rave,\nRuler of winds and wave!\nDo thou our country save,\n  By thy great might.\n\n2 For her our prayer shall rise\nTo God above the skies;\n  On him we wait;\nThou, who art ever nigh,\nGuardian with watchful eye!\nTo thee aloud we cry,--\n  God save the state!\n\n     John S. Dwight, 1844.\n\n\n544     America. 6s & 4s.\n\n_The Poor._\n\nLord, from thy blessed throne,\nSorrow look down upon!\n  God save the poor!\nTeach them true liberty,\nMake them from tyrants free,\nLet their homes happy be!\n  God save the poor!\n\n2 The arms of wicked men\nDo thou with might restrain--\n  God save the poor!\nRaise thou their lowliness,\nSuccor thou their distress,\nThou whom the meanest bless!\n  God save the poor!\n\n3 Give them stanch honesty,\nLet their pride manly be--\n  God save the poor!\nHelp them to hold the right,\nGive them both truth and might,\nLord of all life and light!\n  God save the poor!\n\n     Nicoll.\n\n\n545     Our Glad Jubilee. P.M.\n\n_Thanksgiving Anniversary._\n\nWake, wake the song! our glad jubilee\nOnce more we hail with sweet melody,\nBringing our hymns of praise unto thee,\n          O most holy Lord!\nPraise for thy care by day and by night,\nPraise for the homes by love made so bright;\nThanks for the pure and soul-cheering light\n          Beaming from thy word.\nThen wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee\nOnce more we hail with sweet melody,\nBringing our hymns of praise unto thee,\n          O most holy Lord!\n\n2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home!\nLord! by thy mercy hither we come;\nGuide us, we pray, where'er we may roam,\n          Keep us in thy fear;\nFill ev'ry soul with love all divine,\nNow cause thy face upon us to shine;\nGrant that our hearts may be truly thine\n          All the coming year.\nThen wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee\nOnce more we hail with sweet melody,\nBringing our hymns of praise unto thee,\n          O most holy Lord!\n\n3 Yet once again the anthem repeat,\nJoin ev'ry voice the Master to greet;\nLove's sacrifice we lay at his feet,\n          In his temple now.\nJesus accept the offering we bring,\nBlending with song the odors of spring;\nStill of thy wondrous love we will sing,\n          Till in heaven we bow.\nThen wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee\nOnce more we hail with sweet melody,\nBringing our hymns of praise unto thee,\n          O most holy Lord!\n\n     W.F. Sherwin.\n\n\n546     Laudo. 7s.\n\n_Thanksgiving._     (1223)\n\nPraise to God! immortal praise,\nFor the love that crowns our days;\nBounteous Source of ev'ry joy,\nLet thy praise our tongues employ.\n\n2 For the flocks that roam the plain,\nYellow sheaves of ripened grain,\nClouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,\nSuns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;\n\n3 All that spring with bounteous hand,\nScatters o'er the smiling land,\nAll that lib'ral autumn pours\nFrom her rich o'erflowing stores;\n\n4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise\nGrateful vows and solemn praise;\nAnd when ev'ry blessing's flown,\nLove thee for thyself alone.\n\n     Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.\n\n\n547     Seasons. L.M.\n\n_At Sea._     (1197)\n\nRocked in the cradle of the deep,\nI lay me down in peace to sleep;\nSecure I rest upon the wave,\nFor thou, O Lord, hast power to save.\n\n2 I know thou wilt not slight my call,\nFor thou dost mark the sparrows fall;\nAnd calm and peaceful is my sleep,\nRocked in the cradle of the deep.\n\n3 And such the trust that still were mine,\nThough stormy winds swept o'er the brine;\nOr though the tempest's fiery breath\nRoused me from sleep to wreck and death.\n\n4 In ocean cave still safe with thee,\nThe germ of immortality;\nAnd calm and peaceful is my sleep,\nRocked in the cradle of the deep.\n\n     Mrs. Willard.\n\n\n548     Let Us Anew. P.M.\n\n_New Year._\n\nCome, let us anew\nOur journey pursue--\nRoll round with the year,\nAnd never stand still till the Master appear;\nHis adorable will\nLet us gladly fulfill,\nAnd our talents improve\nBy the patience of hope and the labor of love.\n\n2 Our life is a dream,\nOur time, as a stream,\nGlides swiftly away,\nAnd the fugitive moment refuses to stay;\nThe arrow is flown,\nThe moment is gone;\nThe millenial year\nRushes on to our view, and eternity's near.\n\n3 Oh, that each, in the day\nOf his coming, may say,\n\"I have fought my way through;\nI have finished the work thou didst give me to do;\"\nOh, that each from his Lord\nMay receive the glad word,\n\"Well and faithfully done;\nEnter into my joy and sit down on my throne\"\n\n     Charles Wesley. 1752.\n\n\n\n\nINDEX OF FIRST LINES.\n\n\nAbide with me, fast falls the eventide,          56\nA charge to keep I have,                        403\nA few more years shall roll,                    486\nAgain our earthly cares we leave,                40\nAh! how shall fallen man,                       178\nAlas! and did my Savior bleed,                  121\nAll hail the power of Jesus' name,              154\n\"Almost persuaded,\" now to believe,             221\nAmazing grace! how sweet the sound,             332\nAm I a soldier of the cross,                    426\nAmid the trials which I meet,                   353\nAnd are we yet alive,                           473\nAnd can I yet delay,                            236\nAnd let our bodies part,                        472\nAnd let this feeble body fail,                  494\nAnd must I be to judgment brought,              509\nAn earthly temple here we raise,                540\nAngel, roll the rock away,                      144\nAngels rejoiced and sweetly song,               102\nA pilgrim through this lonely world,            107\nApproach my soul the mercy seat,                240\nAre there no wounds for me,                     127\nAre you Christ's light-bearer,                  421\nAre you weary, are you heavy hearted,           399\nArise, my soul, arise,                          196\nArise, O King of grace, arise,                  535\nArise, ye saints, arise,                        425\nArm of the Lord, awake, awake,                  450\nAscend thy throne, almighty King,               449\nAs fade the stars at morn away,                 504\nAsk ye, what great thing I know,                313\nAsleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,                 489\nAs pants the hart for cooling stream,           349\nAstonished and distressed,                      179\nA throne of grace! then let us go,              392\nAwake and sing the song,                        301\nAwake, awake, the sacred song,                  290\nAwake, my soul, and with the sun,                52\nAwake, my soul, awake, my tongue,                 5\nAwake, my soul, stretch every nerve,            401\nAwake, my soul, to joyful lays,                 319\n\nBefore Jehovah's awful throne,                    3\nBegin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,           72\nBehold a stranger at the door,                  202\nBehold! the blind their sight receive,          111\nBehold the heathen waits to know,               451\nBehold! the morning sun,                         64\nBehold the throne of grace,                     398\nBehold what wondrous grace,                     337\nBehold where, in the Friend of man,             115\nBeneath thy cross I lay me down,                139\nBlessed be thy love, dear Lord,                 302\nBlest be the Father and his love,                76\nBlest be the tie that binds,                    471\nBlest is the man whose heart doth move,         410\nBlest is the man, whose softening heart,        402\nBlow ye the trumpet, blow,                      195\nBread of heaven, on thee we feed,               477\nBroad is the road that leads to death,          227\nBuried in shadows of the night,                 184\nBy cool Siloam's shady rill,                    533\nBy thy birth, and by thy tears,                 130\n\nCalled to the feast by the King are we,         230\nCalm on the listening ear of night,              97\nCast thy burden on the Lord,                    380\nCast thy burden on the Lord,                    366\nChildren of the heavenly King,                  298\nChrist has for sin atonement made,              199\nChrist the Lord is risen to-day,                143\nChurch of the ever-living God,                  434\nCome at the morning hour,                       397\nCome, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,          45\nCome, every soul, by sin oppressed,             246\nCome, Holy Ghost, in love,                      164\nCome, Holy Spirit, come,                        174\nCome, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,               166\nCome, humble sinner, in whose breast,           211\nCome in, beloved of the Lord,                   469\nCome in, thou blessed of the Lord,              467\nCome, let us all unite to praise,               289\nCome, let us all unite to sing,                  93\nCome, let us anew,                              548\nCome, let us join the songs of praise,          155\nCome, let us sing the song of songs,            306\nCome, my soul, thy suit prepare,                394\nCome, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,                8\nCome, says Jesus' sacred voice,                 206\nCome, sound his praise abroad,                   21\nCome, thou Almighty King,                        75\nCome, thou Fount of every blessing,             338\nCome, thou long-expected Jesus,                 159\nCome to Jesus, come to Jesus,                   218\nCome to the cross where the Savior,             135\nCome to the blood-stained tree,                 198\nCome, we that love the Lord,                    415\nCome, ye disconsolate, where'er ye,             374\nCome, ye sinners, poor and needy,               223\nCome ye that know and fear the Lord,             91\nCommand thy blessing from above,                 39\nComplete in thee! no work of mine,              344\nCrown him with many crowns,                     300\nCrown his head with endless blessing,           162\n\nDaughter of Zion, from the dust,                433\nDays and moments quickly flying,                487\nDeep in our hearts let us record,               138\nDelay not, delay not; oh sinner,                216\nDepth of mercy! can there be,                   194\nDid Christ o'er sinners weep,                   128\nDo not I love thee, oh, my Lord,                293\nDo you hear the Savior calling,                 237\nDo you slumber in your tent,                    537\nDown at the cross where my Savior died,         329\nDown in the valley with my Savior,              375\nDrooping souls! no longer mourn,                225\n\nEarth has nothing sweet or fair,                299\nEre mountains reared their forms,                84\nEternal Spirit! by whose power,                 170\nEternal Wisdom, thee we praise,                  89\nEver would I fain be reading,                   114\n\nFade, fade, each earthly joy,                   312\nFading, still fading, the last beam,             60\nFaith is a living pow'r from heav'n,            357\nFather, I stretch my hands to thee,             238\nFather of mercies, in thy word,                  68\nFather, whate'er of earthly bliss,              365\nFling out the banner! let it float,             452\nForever here my rest shall be,                  256\nForever with the Lord,                          527\nFor thee, O dear, dear country,                 511\nFrom all that dwell below the skies,              4\nFrom brightest crystal fountain,                539\nFrom Calvary a cry was heard,                   118\nFrom every stormy wind that blows,              384\nFrom Greenland's icy mountains,                 455\nFrom the cross uplifted high,                   208\n\nGive me the Bible, star of gladness,             63\nGive to the winds thy fears,                    363\nGlorious things of thee are spoken,             443\nGlory be to the Father,                         1-2\nGod be with you till we meet again,              61\nGod bless our native land,                      543\nGod is love, his mercy brightens,                87\nGod is my strong salvation,                     429\nGod is the refuge of his saints,                356\nGod moves in a mysterious way,                   81\nGod of my life! through all my days,              9\nGod of our salvation! hear us,                   34\nGod of the universe, to thee,                   534\nGo, labor on, spend and be spent,               406\nGo, labor on, while it is day,                  409\nGo, messenger of peace and love,                448\nGo, preach the blest salvation,                 458\nGrace! 'tis a charming sound,                   336\nGracious Spirit, love divine,                   172\nGreat God! attend while Zion sings,              35\nGreat God, how infinite art thou,                74\nGreat God, when I approach thy throne,          122\nGreat God, whose universal sway,                454\nGreat Spirit, by whose mighty pow'r,            167\nGuide me, O thou great Jehovah,                 362\n\nHail! great Creator, wise and good,              15\nHail! holy, holy, holy Lord,                     90\nHail! morning known among the blest,            148\nHail, my ever blessed Jesus,                    163\nHallelujah! song of gladness,                    26\nHark! ten thousand harps and voices,            151\nHark the glad sound! the Savior comes,           99\nHark, the herald angels sing,                   101\nHasten, sinner! to be wise,                     205\nHave you been to Jesus for the,                 282\nHe knows the bitter, weary way,                 379\nHe leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't,               371\nHere I can firmly rest,                         361\nHe wills that I should holy be,                 263\nHoly Bible, book divine,                         65\nHoly Ghost, dispel our sadness,                 177\nHoly, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty,             18\nHoly Spirit, faithful Guide,                    171\nHoly Spirit, Fount of blessing,                 176\nHosanna to the Prince of light,                 142\nHover o'er me, Holy Spirit,                     175\nHow beauteous on the mountains,                 460\nHow blest the hour when first we gave,          474\nHow blest the righteous when he dies,           490\nHow charming is the place,                       30\nHow did my heart rejoice to hear,                42\nHow firm a foundation, ye saints,               369\nHow gentle God's commands,                      335\nHow beauteous were the marks divine,            108\nHow heavy is the night,                         180\nHow helpless guilty nature lies,                181\nHow pleasant, how divinely fair,                 37\nHow precious is the book divine,                 69\nHow sad it would be, if when thou,              229\nHow sad our state by nature is,                 182\nHow shall the young secure their hearts,         70\nHow solemn are the words,                       250\nHow sweet, how heavenly is the sight,           468\nHow sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn,             46\nHow sweetly flowed the gospel's sound,          109\nHow sweet the name of Jesus,                    295\nHow sweet to leave the world awhile,             36\nHow tedious and tasteless the hours,            324\nHow tender is thy hand,                         383\nHow vast, how full, how free,                   189\n\nI am coming to the cross,                       274\nI am dwelling on the mountain,                  285\nI am thine, O Lord, I have heard,               280\nI cannot always trace the way,                  355\nI cannot do without thee,                       272\nI gave my life for thee,                        134\nI have found a friend in Jesus,                 328\nI have found redemption,                        245\nI have found repose for my weary soul,          373\nI heard the voice of Jesus say,                 334\nI hear the Savior say,                          197\nI hear thy welcome voice,                       317\nI know that my Redeemer lives,                  149\nI love to steal awhile away,                    388\nI love to tell the story,                       419\nI love thy kingdom, Lord,                       435\nI need thee every hour,                         326\nI saw a way-worn, trav'ler,                     525\nI sing th' almighty pow'r of God,                79\nI stand, but not as once I did,                 243\nI think when I read that sweet story,           532\nI want to be a worker for the Lord,             413\nI will sing you a song of that beautiful,       526\nI would not live alway; I ask not to stay,      496\nIn God I have found a retreat,                  378\nIn heavenly love abiding,                       345\nIn some way or other,                           367\nIn stature grows the heavenly child,            106\nIn the cross of Christ I glory,                 131\nIn the Christian's home in glory,               519\nIn thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,                   350\nIn thy name, O Lord! assembling,                 32\nIn thy service will I ever,                     268\nIn vain in high and holy lays,                  116\nIt came upon the midnight clear,                 94\nIt is not death to die,                         484\nI've found the pearl of greatest price,         287\nI've reached the land of corn and wine,         284\n\nJehovah God! thy gracious pow'r,                 92\nJerusalem, my glorious home,                    516\nJerusalem, the glorious,                        513\nJerusalem, the golden,                          510\nJesus, and shall it ever be,                    304\nJesus comes, his conflict over,                 152\nJesus, I my cross have taken,                   266\nJesus is God! the glorious bands,               100\nJesus is tenderly calling thee home,            214\nJesus, keep me near the cross,                  136\nJesus, Lover of my soul,                        340\nJesus, my all, to heaven is gone,               264\nJesus, my heart within me burns,                305\nJesus, my Lord, to thee I cry,                  241\nJesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,            201\nJesus, my truth, my way,                        318\nJesus, Savior, pilot me,                        341\nJesus shall reign where'er the sun,             437\nJesus, the very thought of thee,                291\nJesus, thou art the sinner's Friend,            239\nJesus, thou joy of loving hearts,               476\nJesus, thy church with longing eyes,            161\nJesus, thy name I love,                         308\nJesus, while our hearts are bleeding,           488\nJoy to the world! the Lord is come,              98\nJust as I am, without one plea,                 235\nJust as thou art, without one trace,            213\n\nLead, kindly light, amid the encircling,        381\nLift up the Gates of Praise,                     22\nLift up to God the voice of praise,              17\nLight after darkness,                           418\nLike Noah's weary dove,                         192\nListen, sinner! mercy hails you,                224\nLook from thy sphere of endless day,            447\nLo! on a narrow neck of land,                   507\nLord, dismiss us with thy blessing,              33\nLord, from thy blessed throne,                  544\nLord, I am thine, entirely thine,               265\nLord, I believe a rest remains,                 257\nLord, I care not for riches,                    247\nLord, I have made thy word my choice,            66\nLord, I hear of showers of blessing,            269\nLord, I know thy grace is nigh me,              253\nLord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,       281\nLord of all being! throned afar,                  7\nLord, send thy word, and let it fly,             67\nLord, teach us how to pray aright,              389\nLord, thy glory fills the heaven,                88\nLord, weak and impotent I stand,                278\nLord, we come before thee now,                   31\nLord, while for all mankind we pray,            541\nLove divine, all love excelling,                267\n\nMajestic sweetness sits enthroned,              286\nMercy, oh, thou Son of David,                   254\nMid scenes of confusion and creature,           523\nMidst sorrow and care,                          505\nMine eyes and my desire,                        273\nMore love to thee, O Christ,                    310\nMust Jesus bear the cross alone,                400\nMy country! 'tis of thee,                       542\nMy days are gliding swiftly by,                 498\nMy dear Redeemer and my Lord,                   110\nMy faith looks up to thee,                      307\nMy Father is rich in houses and lands,          352\nMy God! accept my heart this day,               261\nMy God and is thy table spread,                 475\nMy God, how wonderful thou art,                  80\nMy God, I know, I feel thee mine,               260\nMy God, is any hour so sweet,                   386\nMy God, my Father, while I stray,               358\nMy God! my King! thy various praise,             12\nMy gracious Lord, I own thy right,              262\nMy gracious Redeemer I love,                    327\nMy heavenly home is bright and fair,            522\nMy hope is built on nothing less,               321\nMy Jesus, as thou wilt,                         372\nMy life, my love, I give to thee,               275\nMy Savior, whom absent I love,                  325\nMy soul, be on thy guard,                       423\nMy soul shall praise thee, O my God,             16\n\nNearer, my God, to thee,                        311\nNot all the blood of beasts,                    190\nNow for a tune of lofty praise,                 146\nNow to the Lord a noble song,                    11\n\nOh, bless the Lord, my soul,                     20\nOh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the,        348\nOh, come, loud anthems let us sing,              13\nOh! could I find from day to day,               258\nOh, could I speak the matchless worth,          303\nO day of rest and gladness,                      44\nOh, do not let the word depart,                 203\nOh, eyes that are weary and hearts,             368\nOh, for a closer walk with God,                 330\nOh, for a faith that will not shrink,           364\nOh, for a heart to praise my God,               331\nOh, for a thousand tongues to sing,             288\nO God, our help in ages past,                    78\nOh, happy day, that fixed my choice,            466\nO Holy Savior, Friend unseen,                   279\nOh, how happy are they,                         248\nO, I often sit and ponder,                      530\nO Jesus full of grace,                          271\nO, Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord,                  292\nO Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,                123\nO Lord, how full of sweet content,              343\nO Love I who gav'st thy life for me,            140\nOh, now I see the cleansing wave,               283\nOh, render thanks to God above,                  10\nO, sacred head, now wounded,                    120\nOh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,              414\nOh, still in accents sweet,                     463\nOh, that I could forever dwell,                 314\nOh, that my load of sin were gone,              232\nOh, the peace that fills my soul,               255\nO, think of the home over there,                517\nO thou, in whose presence my soul,              323\nOh, Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,         354\nOh thou, whose own vast temple stands,           41\nOh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why,               215\nOh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,              382\nOh, what if we are Christ's,                    359\nO when shall I see Jesus,                       296\nOn! where are kings and empires,                432\nOh, where shall rest be found,                  228\nOh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,             244\nOh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,             113\nO worship the King, all-glorious above,          28\nOf him who did salvation bring,                 320\nOne sweetly solemn thought,                     500\nOn Jordan's stormy bank I stand,                528\nOnly a word for Jesus,                          420\nOn the mountain's top appearing,                441\nOnward, onward, men of heaven,                  445\nOppressed with noonday's scorching,             124\nOur children, Lord, in faith and prayer,        483\nOur country's voice is pleading,                456\nOur Father who art in heaven,                   396\nOur Lord is now rejected,                       160\nOur sins on Christ were laid,                   126\n\nPeace be still! In this night of sorrow,        502\nPour out thy Spirit from on high,               464\nPraise God from whom all blessings flow,          6\nPraise the Lord; ye heavens adore him,           24\nPraise to God, immortal praise,                 546\nPraise to thee, thou great Creator,              27\nPrayer is appointed to convey,                  385\nPrayer is the soul's sincere desire,            391\n\nRejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has,          316\nRescue the perishing,                           411\nRest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,       503\nRevive thy work, O Lord,                        436\nRide on! ride on in majesty,                    112\nRise, glorious Conqueror, rise,                 150\nRocked in the cradle of the deep,               547\nRock of Ages, cleft for me,                     129\n\nSafely thro' another week,                       48\nSafe in the arms of Jesus,                      370\nSalvation! oh, the joyful sound,                188\nSavior, again to thy dear name we raise,         57\nSavior, breathe an evening blessing,             54\nSavior, more than life to me,                   309\nSavior! teach me, day by day,                   342\nSavior, visit thy plantation,                   442\nSaw ye my Savior,                               137\nSay, sinner, hath a voice within,               212\nSee how the morning sun,                         53\nSee, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,           153\nSee the flag of Jesus,                          459\nServant of God, well done,                      485\nShall we gather at the river,                   529\nShow pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,               233\nSilently the shades of evening,                  59\nSimply trusting every day,                      376\nSing them over again to me,                      62\nSing to the Lord Jehovah's name,                 19\nSinners Jesus will receive,                     193\nSinners, this solemn truth regard,              183\nSinners, turn; why will ye die,                 204\nSo fades the lovely, blooming flower,           492\nSoftly fades the twilight ray,                   51\nSoftly now the light of day,                     58\nSoldiers of Christ are we,                      427\nSoldiers of Christ! arise,                      424\nSoldiers of the cross! arise,                   461\nSo let our lips and lives express,              407\nSometimes a light surprises,                    346\nSoon may the last glad song arise,              439\nSoon the evening shadows falling,               226\nSo tender, so precious,                         322\nSowing in the morning,                          417\nSow in the morn thy seed,                       404\nSpirit Divine! attend our prayers,              168\nSpirit of power, and truth and love,            173\nStand up, and bless the Lord,                    23\nStand up, stand up for Jesus,                   428\nStay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,               234\nSun of my soul, thou Savior dear,                55\nSweet hour of prayer,                           387\nSweet is the work, my God! my King,              14\nSweet the moments rich in blessing,             132\n\nTake me, oh, my Father, take me,                270\nTake my heart, dear Jesus,                      276\nTake my life and let it be,                     277\nTalk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,             393\nThank and praise Jehovah's name,                 25\nThat awful day will surely come,                508\nThat dreadful night, before his death,          480\nThe cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross,  125\nThe door of salvation is open wide,             231\nThe evening shades are falling,                 531\nThe head, that once was crowned with thorns,    156\nThe heathen perish; day by day,                 446\nThe Lord descended from above,                   82\nThe Lord is King! child of the dust,             86\nThe Lord is now rejected,                       160\nThe Lord is risen indeed,                       145\nThe Lord my Shepherd is,                        360\nThe Lord, our God, is full of might,             73\nThe Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,            377\nThe morning kindles all the sky,                147\nThe morning light is breaking,                  457\nThe morning purples all the sky,                141\nThe pity of the Lord,                           339\nThe race that long in darkness pine,             95\nThere are lonely hearts to cherish,             412\nThere is a fountain filled with blood,          186\nThere is a God--all nature speaks,               85\nThere is a land of pure delight,                514\nThere is a line by us unseen,                   210\nThere is a name I love to hear,                 294\nThere is an hour of peaceful rest,              521\nThere is a spot to me more dear,                249\nThere is no flock, however watched,             501\nThere's a glorious kingdom waiting,             158\nThere's a land that is fairer than day,         518\nThere's a stranger at the door,                 220\nThere's a wideness in God's mercy,              217\nThere shall be showers of blessing,             347\nThe sands of time are wasting,                  512\nThe Savior bids thee watch and pray,            390\nThe solemn service now is done,                 465\nThis is not my place of resting,                520\nThou! whose almighty word,                      165\nThy law is perfect, Lord of light,               71\nThy way, O God, is in the sea,                   77\nThy presence, gracious God, afford,              38\nThy will be done! In devious way,               497\nTill he come! oh, let the word,                 481\n'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,   200\n'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow,             117\n'Tis the promise of God,                        252\n'Tis thine alone, almighty name,                536\nTo-day the Savior calls,                        222\nTo thee, my God and Savior,                     297\nTriumphant Zion! lift thy head,                 438\n'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,        478\n\nUnfurl the Temperance Banner,                   538\nUnveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,                491\n\nVain are the hopes the sons of men,             185\n\nWake, wake the song! our glad,                  545\nWalk in the light! so shall thou know,          351\nWayfarers in the wilderness,                    499\nWe are living, we are dwelling,                 408\nWe bless thee for thy peace, O God,             333\nWe give thee but thine own,                     405\nWe have heard the joyful sound,                 191\nWe long to move and breathe in thee,            482\nWe may not climb the heavenly steeps,           105\nWe praise thee, O God, for the Son,             315\nWe shall meet beyond the river,                 524\nWelcome, delightful morn,                        49\nWelcome, O Savior! to my heart,                 259\nWelcome, sacred day of rest,                     50\nWelcome! sweet day of rest,                      43\nWhat a Friend we have in Jesus,                 395\nWhat grace, O Lord, and beauty, shone,          104\nWhat means this glorious radiance,              103\nWhen I can read my title clear,                 515\nWhen I view my Savior bleeding,                 133\nWhen I survey the wondrous cross,               119\nWhen Jesus comes to reward his,                 422\nWhen peace like a river,                        251\nWhen the worn spirit wants repose,               47\nWhen thou, my righteous Judge, shalt,           506\nWhen wounded sore, the stricken soul,           187\nWhile in sweet communion feeding,               479\nWhile shepherds watched their flocks,            96\nWho'll be the next to follow Jesus,             219\nWhy do we mourn departing friends,              493\nWhy do you wait, dear brother,                  207\nWhy should our tears in sorrow flow,            495\nWhy should the children of a King,              169\nWith joy we mediate the grace,                  157\nWith stately towers and bulwarks,               431\nWith thine own pity Savior, see,                462\nWitness, ye men and angels! now,                470\nWork, for the night is coming,                  416\nWould you lose your load of sin,                242\n\nYe servants of God, your Master proclaim,        29\nYes, God is good; in earth and sky,              83\nYes, we trust the day is breaking,              453\nYe wretched, hungry, starving poor,             209\nYield not to temptation,                        430\n\nZion, dreary and in anguish,                    444\nZion stands with hills surrounded,              440","title":"The Otterbein Hymnal: For Use in Public and Social Worship","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":74214}