* a y A PRAYER MEETING AND REVIVAL HYMW BOOK; OB ■» Selecttott OF THE BEST "Psalms and Mymms and Spiritual Songs:" MOM YAUIOUS AUTHORS, FOB, THE USE 05 SOCIAL PRAYER MEETINGS? AXD , . fi . , REVIVALS OF RELIGIOJ^.^ Seventh. Edition enlarged* ! 'v^; ; ', BY JOHN WINEBREISNER, V. D. M* "Let the aoord of Christ dwell in you richly in all wit* dom, teaching arm admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, singing with gruei vi your hearts unto the Lord."— Col iii. 16. HARR1SBURG: SBINTED BY JACOB BAABj 1834, Eastern District of Pennsylvania, to Wtl?, BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the twenty-second day of March, in the forty-ninth year of the Independence r( tiie United States of America, A. D. 1825, JOHN WINK- BRENNER, of said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit: "A Prayer Meeting- and Revival Hymn Booh; or a t selec- lion of the best "Psalms and Hymn? and Spiritual Songs," from various authors, for the use of Social Prayer Meet- ings and Revivals of Religion. By John Winebrenner, V. D. M. "Lei the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wis- dom teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms I ana tlymns and Spiritual Songs, singing xoith grace, in your fltafts unto the Lord.— Col. iii. 16. in cc ..formity to the Act of Congress of the United State?, entitled "An Act for the encouragement of learning by se-- ; ng -the Copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to tne an tlv , and proprietors of such copies, during the times tJicreln mentioned." D. CALDWELL, Clerk of tin Eastern District of Pennsylvania. I — •»*© © ©««•- 1 Social prayer meetings - 1-79 2 Before and after sermon - 71-80 3 Family worship - « 81-95 4 Monthly concert - 96-123 5 Union prayer meetings - - 124-131 6 Special prayer meetings ■- - 132-154 7 JExirming and axvake?iing 155-172 S Conviction and pe?iitential - 173-192 9 Inviting and encouraging 193-213 10 Faith and conversion - 214-235 11 Regeneration 236-241 12 The Convert - 212-261 13 T/je Christian 262-280 14 The doubting 281-283 1 5 On backsliding or spiritual declension 284-200 16 Prayer far a revival - 291-297 17 Rejoicing in a revival - 298-307 18 Inqviriny meetings - 308-311 19 Experience meetings 312-316 20 jf7ms 8 8 8 8 38 P. M 8 7 8 7 8 7 8 7 3 — 7676767 6 69 — 7 6 7 6 7 7,7 6 212 — 8 7 8 7 4 7 194 r- 8 8 6 8 8 6 320 — 6 6 9 6 6 9 305 — 6 6 6 6 8 8 304 — 8 8 8 8 8 8 241 — 11 11 11 11 272 The following metres occur hut once respectively in this book ; whereas the preceeding ones do repeatedly. P. M 11 10 11 10 26 — 8 8 8 8 8 250 — 6 6 7 7 7 9 35 — 7 6 7 7 7 6 55 — 8 7 8 7 8 8 8 7 66 — 8 8 8 6 8 8 8 8 6....... 29 — 6 6 6 4 6 6 6 6 6 4 280 — 8 87887444 4 8 279 A SELECTION OF HYMNS, TOR THE TJSE OP SOCIAL PRAYER MEETINGS A1VD REVIVALS OF RELIGION. HYMN 1. L. M.— Hart. Pray without ceasing, l Thess. v. 17. 1 BBRAY'R was appointed to convey, -fl_ The blessings God designs to give.- Long as they live should Christians pray, For only while they pray, they live. 2 The Christian's heart his pray'r indites, He speaks as prompted from within ; The spirit his petition writes, And Christ receives and gives it in. 3 And shall we in dead silence lie, When Christ stands waiting for our pray'r? My soul thou hast a friend on high, Arise and try thy int'rest there. 4 If pains afflict, or wrongs oppress, If cares distract, or fears dismay, If gilt deject, or sins distress, The remedy's before thee— pray. 5 Depend on Christ, thou canst not fail : Make all thy wants and wishes known ; Fear not— his merits must prevail I — 2-3 SOCIAL PBAYEH. HYMN 2. C. M. 1 \^i7' E ~ RE m , et ' * lear fiends in Jesus' name L ▼ .▼ Come, let us now rejoice, While we our Saviour's name proclaim With cheerful heart and voice. 2 Cut O, dear Jesus, Lamb of God, Send down the heavenly Dove His graces to diffuse around, And warm our hearts with love. 3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, Except thy face we see ; Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet "Where'er we meet with thee. 4 A dungeon shows a heavenly dawn, When there with thee we dwell ; But when thy presence is withdrawn, A Palace proves a hell. 5 Then, O dear Jesus, condescend To meet us with a smile : Thy spirit's quick'ning influence send, And purge our hearts from guile. 6 That at the close each one may say, We met not here in vain ; F'T we have tasted heav'n to-day, J\ T or could we more contain. HYMN 3, P. M. S's & 7's.— Askixs. 1 HJ> RETHREN we are met together, MJ® To adore the Lord our God: Will you pray with all your powers, While we try to speak his word] All is vain unless the spirit Of the Holv One come down : Brerhren pray, and holy manna Will be shower'd all around. 2 Brethren see poor sinners round you, Standing on the brink of woe ; Death is coming, hell is moveing, L_ Can you bear to let them go ? ^n&e our fathers, see our mothers, <>M And our children sinking down. ^Brethren, &c. 3 Brethren here are poor backsliders, Who were once near heav'ns ducr; SOCIEL PRAYER. 4-«f But they have denied their Saviour, And are worse than e'er before. Yet the Saviour offers pardon, If they will confess their wound. Brethren pray, &c. 4 Sisters v/ill you j oin and help us ? Moses' sister helped him; Will you seek the trembling mourners, Who are strusrgHng hard with sin? Tell them all about the Saviour, Tell them that he will he found; Sisters pray, &c. 5 Brethren let us love each other, And our God supremely too; Let us love to pray for sinners, Till our God makes all things new. Then he'll take us up to heaven, At his table we'll sit down; Christ will gird himself and serve us,' With sweet manna all around. HYM 4. L. M. 1 lOS7"ELC0ME dear brethren to this place, v V Be banish'd ev'ry slavish fears Ye come to seek Emanuel's face, For he has promis'd to be here. 2 Seek him in pray'r— he'll surely coma To do us sood before we part ; Each humble breast he'll make his home, And dwell in ev'ry waiting heart. 3 He'll come with all his gracious train Of lively graces bright and strong ; Then shall the Lamb for sinners slain Sound loud and sweet from ev'ry tongue. 4 then be earnest, take no nay, He'll answer ev'ry good desire; Give him your hearts— tho' cold as clay They'll melt like wax before the fire. ' HYMN 5. M. 7's— Hajdiosd. A blessing- humbly requested. Jer. xxix. 12, 13, 3 "B ORD we come before thee now. ^L4 At thy feet we humbly bow; G do not our suit disdain ! 0am we seek th§e Lord, ia vain ? ~'.'ls 6*7 SOCIAL PRAYER. 9 Lord on thee our souls depend , In compassion now descend, Fill our hearts with thy rich grace. Tune our lips to sing thy praise. i In thine own appointed way, w Now we seek thee, here we stay ; Lord we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Send some messaae from thy word, That may joy and peace afford, Let thy spirit now impart Full salvation to each neart. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return ; Those who are cast down, lift up Make them strong in faith and hope; 6 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Heal the sick t the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee. HYMN 6. C. M.— Watts. ^ilNG to the Lord, Jehovah's name, ►3 And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 "With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing ; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's king. 3 Come and with humble souls adore,. Come kneel before his face ; O may the creatures of his pow'r Be children of his grace. 4 Now is the time he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear, "Ye shall not see my rest." HYMN T. S. M.— Newtox. Importunity in prayer prevalent with God. Luke sviii. 1-X. HE Lord who truly knows The heart of every saint; T SOCIAL PRAYEK. Invites us by his holy word, To pray and never faint. ft He bows his gracious ear • We never plead in vain ; Yet we must wait till he appear, And pray , and pray again. 3 Though unbelief suggest, Why should we longer wait ? He bids us never give him rest, But be importunate. 4 'Twas thus a widow poor, Without support or friend. Beset the unjust judge's door, And gain'd at last her end. 8' And shall not Jesus hear His chosen when they cry? Yes, though he may a while forbear. He'll not their suit deny. 6 Then let us earnest be, And never faint in pray'r ; He loves our importunity, And makes our cause his care. HYMN 8. L. M.— Cowper. %^7^HAT var'ous hindrances we meet v v Incoming to a mercy-seat; Yet who that hnows the worth of pray'r,. But wishes to be often theie? Z Prayr makes the darken'd cloud withdraw : Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love- Brings ev'ry blessing from above. 3 Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight; Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees, The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Were half the breath that's vainly spent, To heav'n in supplication sent, Our cheerful song would ofVner be, "Hear what the Lord has done for me!" f 0-10 SOCIAL TEAYER. HYMN 9. C. M.— Montgomeiit. k Behold, he prayeth. Acts ix. 1 1- Pf ILBRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire, L JL Utter'd or unexpress'd.i r The motion of a hidden fire. That trembles in the breast. 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh. The failing of a tear; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Pray'r is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Pray'r the suhlimest strains that reach The majesty on high. Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the sate of death- He enters heaven with pray'r. Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs reioice, And cry, "Behold, he prays-" Thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the trutn, the way, The path of pray'r thyself hfst trod, "Lord teach us how to pray." HYMN 10, C. M — Nbbbham. Short and fervent ■prayer the best. Mat. vi. 7, 8; T§~ ORD in thy courts we now appear, M_J And bow before thy throne;. Betore our lips besin to move, Our wants to thee are known. 2 Thou knowest the language of the heart, The meaning of a sigh ; Dear father, hear our humble pray'r, And bring thy blessings nigh. Few be our words, and short our pray'rs, While we together meet; thort duties keep th' attention up. _ I SOCIAL PRAYER. 11-12 1 HYMN 11. C. M. Devout -petitions. 1 TOfERE, in the presence of our God, a a We've met to seek his face; let us feel th' eternal word, And least upon thy grace. 2 may this be a happy hour To every mourning soul; Display thy love, make known thy pow'r, And make the wounded whole. 3 may a spark of heavenly fire Each stupid soul inflame: And sacred love our hearts inspire, To praise thy worthy name. i Let ev'ry soul the saviour see, And taste his heavenly love: And ev'ry heart forever be In praise to thee above. 5 And when our mortal days are o'er, And we shall hence remove, Help us to thy right hand to soar, Thine endless love to prove. HYMN 12. L. M- 1 ^Tfe^ CE more a P leasant interview %Jp The Lord doth grant us, to renew Our social friendship, kind and dear ; Our hearts to warm, our souls to cheer. 2 "While we were absent far abroad, We saw the kindness of our God ; Therefore his love let us adore, That we are here alive once more. 3 How many souls have launch'd away To everlasting night or day! In sickness many more remain, Whilst we our life and health retain, 4 Into his presence let us haste, And thank him for his favors past ; Down on your knees devoutly all, Sefore the Lord, our maker, fall. 13*14 SOCIAL PRAYEU. HYMN 13. C. M.— Watts. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. E #^OME Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, \y With all thy quick'ning pow'rs; Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 5 Look how we growel here below, Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls how heavyly they go, To reach eternal joys ! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise : Hosannas languish on our tongues And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord I and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great ? Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs ; Come shed abroad the Saviour's love/ And that shall kindle ours. HYMN 14. C. M.— Medikt. My God will hear me. Mic. vil. 7. TO thee, Lord, my heavenly king, Now will my soul draw near; Thankful of this.sweet truth to sing, "That thou my God wilt hear." Though 1 am poor and needy too, And scarce know what to say, And though my words are faint and few, 'My God will hear me pray." I Thro' Christ I come, and mercy claim, Who lives to intercede ; (For in his dear, adored name, 'My God will hear me plead." iHear me thou wilt, tho' doubts and fears, My soul should much cast down ; [And tho' o'erwhelm'd with sighs and tears My Go* will hear me groan, ['hen whilst my life and breath remain, I'll humbly persevere; i.nd when to glory I attain, "My God will hear me there.'' SOCIAL PRAYER. 15-13 HYMN 15. C. M . The Lord's Prayer versified. 1 iTkUR Father, who in heav'n art, \J All hallow'd be thy name ; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done Throughout this earthly frame. I As cheerfully as 'tis with those Who dwell with thee on high, So let thy bounty day by day, Our daily wants supply. 3 As we forgive our enemies, Thy pardon, Lord, we crave ; Into temptation lead us not, But us from evil save. 4 For kingdom, power and glory, all, Belong, O Lord, to thee; Thine from eternity they were, And thine shall ever be. HHMN 16. S. M 1 "HJEHOLD the throne of grace ! JlS The promise calls me near ; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer pray'r. 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God, An all prevailing plea. 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold, Since his own blood for thee he spilt 3 What else can he withhold? i Thine image, Lord , bestow, Thy presence and thy love ; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above. 5 Teach me to live by faith ; Conform my will to thine— Let me victoi'ous be in death s And then in glory shine. , < r 17-1D social pkayeeJ HYMN 17. C. M. 1 CShEPHEJID divine, our wants relieve. KZT In this our evil day; To all thy tempted follow'rs give, -The pow'r to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fi'ry trials las*, Long as the cross we hear, let our souls on thee be cast, In.never ceasing pray'r ! 3 Com?, Holy Ghost, thy praying grace Give us in faith to claim : To wrestle, till we see thy face, And know thy hidden name- 4 Till thou the Father's love impart, Till thou thvself bestow, Be this the cry of ev'ry heart, "I will not let thee go." 1 will not let thee go, unless Thou tell thy name to me ; "With all thy ereat salvation bless, And say, " Christ died for thee.'' HYMN IS- L. M. BELOVED Saviour, faithful friend, & The joy of all thy cross's train; In mercy to our aid descend, Or else we worship thee in vain. In vain we meet to sing and pray, If Christ his influence withhold, Our hearts remain as cold as ciay, Till we our (iod by faith behold, 'hen manifest thyself in peace, Thy faithful mercies now make known: O breathe on us a gale of grace, And send a cheering biessing down. We gladly for thy coming wait : Seeking to know Thee as Thou art, "We bow as suppl'ans at thy feet, And bid Thee welcome to our heart. 1IYMN 19. I\ M. S's & 7's.— Whitehead. ~H" OVE divine, nil love excelling, JL4 Joy of heav'n to earth come down : SOCIAL TEAYEK. 20-21 Fix In us thy humble dwelling 1 ; All thy faithful mercies crown, Jesus, thou art all compassion. - > Pure unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter ev'ry waiting heart. 2 Breathe, Oh breathe thy loving Spirit Into ev r ry troubled breast: Let us all in thee inhere. Let us find thy promis'd rest; Take away the love of sinning, Take our load of guilt away ; End the work of thy beginning, Bring us to eternal day. 3 Carry on thy new creation, Pure and holy may we be ; Let us see our whole salvation, Perfectly secur'd by thee; Chans'd from glory into glory, 'Till in heav'n we take our place ; 'Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise. 'Wo 1 1 HYMN 20. L. M.— S. Ste^kett. ■Tresence of Christ with his worshippers. Matt, xviii. 2P, :RE two or three, with sweet accord Obedient to their sov'reign Lord, I Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn pray'r and praise : ., 2 " There!" says the Saviour, " will I~be «**, Am d that little company ; To them unveil my smiling face. And shed my glory round the place." 3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, Relying on thy faithful word, O! send thy spirit from ahjve, And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. HYMN 21. S. M.— Watts. COME, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing ; Jcbovah is the mighty God, ' The universal king. > 22-23 SOCIAL PRAYED. a He form'd the deeps unknown, And gave the seas their bound, The wat'ry worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. S Come, w orship at his throne, Come bow before the Lord ; We are his work -and not our own, He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come like the children of his choice, And own your gracious God. HYMN 22. C. 51. 1 & S Jacob did in days of old, JrA. So will my soul do now ; Wrestle, and on my Jesus hold, "Nor loill I let Mm go." 2 I come encourag'd by thy word, That mercy thou wilt show; Except thou bless me, blessed Lord, "I will not let thee go." 3 I come to ask forgivenesss free, Tho' I have been thy foe.; Except thou grant it Lord to me, "I will not let thee go." 4 I come to ask for all thy love, And all thou canst bestow ; Except these blessings Lord I prove, "I will not let thee go." HYMN 23. C M. 1 FTFlEACH us, O Lord, aright to plead, 1 for mercies from above ; . ^ O ! come and bless our souls indeed, S& With light and joy and love. P 2 Help us on thee to cast our care, And on thy word to rest ; That Israel's God wno heareth pray'r Will grant us our. request. SOCIAL PRAYER. 24.-26 HYMN 24. C M.— W— • 1 "WWrwRE met, O Lord, before thy throne W V To worship and adore— And now to thee we raise our hearts, . 1 Thy mercy to implore. 2 Mercy and grace is what we want To fit us for the skies ; And erace we need, when'er we bring Our humble sacrifice. 3 Without it Lord, we cannot sing; .. Not know we how to pray, Except by it we're truly taught Both how, and what to say. 4 Then bow thine ear, and hear cur pray'r, Thy grace on us bestow ; So we will love and serve thee more, "While pilHrims here below. HYMN 25. L. M.— W- 1 7 BREACH us, Lord, to sing and pray, 1 Whilst in these tenements of clay ; And never be asham'd of thee, Who bled and died on -Calvary. 2 And when to glory we attain, We'll shout aloud the Saviour's name, Who bought our souls with precious blood, And made us kings and priests to God. HYMN 26- P. M. 11, 10, 11, 10. Star of the East. AIL the blest mourn! when the great mediatory H Down from the regions of glcry descends! Shepherd's go worship the babe in manger— Lo I for your guide the bright Angel attends. CHORUS. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning; Dawn on our darkness and iend us thine aid; Star of the East the horizon adorning ■ Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. & Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of thestaU^ 27 SOCIAL PR AYES." Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining, Maker and monarch, and Saviour of all. Brightest, Q>c. 3 Bay, shall we yield him in costly devotion Odours of Eden, and orPrings divine ; Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine 1 Brightest, frc. 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favor secure, Richer by far is the heart's adoration Dearer to God are the pray'rs of the poor. Brightest, 4-c. 5 Low at his feet, we in humble prostration Lose all our sorrow, and trouble and strife. There we receive his divine consolation Flowing afresh from the fountain of Life. Brightest, $-c. e He is our friend in the midst of temptation, Faithful supporter whose love cannot fail, Rock of cur refuge and Hope of Salvation, Guide to direct us thro' death's gloomy vale. Brightest, fyc. HYMN 27. C. M.— Medley. Birth of Christ. 1 IGMffORTALS, awake, with angels join, LtJi And chant the solemn lay ; Joy, love and gratitude, combine, To hail th' auspicious day. S In heav'n the rapt'rous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, ,. And strung and tun'd the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And leund the echo roll'd ; The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold. ,, I 4 Down, through the portals of the sky we j Th' impel' ous torrent ran ; And angels flew with eager joy, To bear the news to man. [ & Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, And slory leads the song; Good will and peace are heard thro'out Th' barmoa'gus hWRiy throng. SOCIAL PEAYEE. 28- HYMN 28. C M.— Steele. Praise to the Redeemer, l Peter til. 13. "1 rgiO our redeemer's glorious name ■ Awake the sacred songlj O may his love immortal name! Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach j What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high. Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die l Was ever love like this 7 3 He took the dying sinners place, And suffer'd in his stead ; For man, (O miraele of grace l) For man the Saviour bled ! 5 Dear Lord what heav'nly wonders dweH In thy atoning blood! By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, And rebds brought to God. « may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill ev'ry heart and tongue ; 'Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song HYMN 29. P. M. 8, 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, «, 8, 6L 1 rglHE Son of man they did betray, 3L He was condem'd and led away : Think, O my soul, on that dread day; Look on mount Calvary. Behold him lamb-like led along, Surrounded by a wicked throng, Accused by each lying tongue, And then the lamb of God they hung Upon the shameful tree. 2 'Twas thus the glorious suff'rer stood, With hands and feet nail'd to the wood: From ev'ry wound a stream of blood Came flowing down amain. His bitter groans all nature shook, And at his voio§ the rocks were broke, 29 SOCIAL F2AYEK. The sleeping saints their grave forsook, "While spiteful Jews around him mock'd And laughed at his pain. S Now hung beneath the earth and skies, Behold! in agonies he dies! O sinners, hear his mournful cries, Come see his tort'ring pain. The mourning sun withdrew his light, Elush'd and relus'd to view the sight: The azure cloth'd in robes of night, All nature mourn'd and stood affright, When Christ the Lord was slain- 4 Hark ! men and angels, hear the Son? He cries for help, but O there's none, He treads the vine press all alone ; His garments stain'd with blood. In lamentations hear him cry : "Eloi, lama sabacthani!" Tho' death may close his languid eyes, He soon will mount the upper skies, The ccnq'ring Son of God. 5 The Jews and Romans in a band, With hearts like steel around him stand, And mocking say come save the land, " Come try yourself to free." A soldier pierc'd him when he died ; Then healing streams came from his side; And thus my Lord was crucifi'd, Stern justice then was satisfi'd, Sinners, for you and me. 6 Behold ! he mounts the throne of state. He fills the meditorial seat, While millions bowing at his feet, With loud hosannas tell : Though he endured exquisite pains, He led the monstor death in chains ; Ye seraphs raise your highest strains ; With music fdl bright Eden's plains : He conquer' d death and helL „ 7 'Tis done ! the dreadful debt is paid, The great atonement now is made ; Sinners on him your gilt was laid, For you he spilt his biood: For you his tender soul did move, For you he left the courts above, That you the length and breadth might prove, And t eighth and depth of perfect love, in, Christ your smiling Gcd. SOCIAL PRAYER. 30-31 8 All glcry be to God on high, Who reigns enthron'd above the sky; Who sent his son to bleed and die, Glory to him be giv'n; While heav'n above his praise resounds; O Zion sing— his grace abounds, In hopes to shout eternal rounds, In flaming love that knows no bounds, When swollow'd up in heav'n. HYMN 30. L, M.— Steele. Christ's sufferings and death. 1 ^TRETCH'D on the cross the saviour dies; ►3 Hark ! his expiring groans arise : See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows fromev'ry bleeding wound; The vital stream how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 3 Can 1 survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder How;] And yet my heart unmoved remain, ',' Insensible to love or pain? 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart ! ' 'Till all its pow'rs and passions move In melting grief and ardent love. HYMN 31. C. M— Steknett. 1 "W"ONDER,— amasing sight !— I see JUL The incarnate Son oi God Expiring on th' accursed tree, : And weltring in his biood. '■ 2 Behold the purple torrents run Down from his hands and head ! The crimson tide puts out the sun ; His groans" awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, Proclaim the truth aloud ; And with th' amaz'd centurian, cry "This is the Son of God!" 32-33 60CIAL THAYER. 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice, May well my hope revive ; If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live. HYMN 32. C. M. EHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree ! ow vast the love that him incVm'd To bleed and die for tneet 2 Hark ! how he groans! while nature shakes And earth's strong pillars bend r The temple's veil in sunder breaks r The solid marbles rend. 8 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul !" he cries : See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head and dies! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine ? HYMN 33. P. M. 8, 7, 4.— T. Redemption finished. John xix. 36, 1 THfARK! the voice of love and mercy JUL Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See it rends the rocks asunder— Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! "It is finish'd!" Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finish'd !— what pleasure Do these precious words afford. Heav'nly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord : It is finish'd ! Saints the dying words record. $ Finish'd— all the types and shadows'- Of the ceremonial law ; Finish'd— all that God has prorois'd, Death and hell no more shall awe, It is finish'd— Eaints from hence your comforts draw . SOCIAL PRAYER. 34-3$ 4 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs,- Join to sing the pleasing theme ; AH on earth and all in heav'n, Join to praise Immanuel's name: Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb t HYMN 34 M. Vs. * *J%J"0\V begin the heav'nly theme, JJ^I Sing aloud in Jesus' name"; Ye who Jesus' kindness prove. Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye who see the Fathers grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on you move, Praise and bless redeeming love. B Mourning souls dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears, See your guilt and curse removed, -Cancell'd by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been Willing slaves of death and sinf New from bliss no longer rove, Stop and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd— Welcome to his sacred rest, Nothing brought him from above,' Nothing— but redeeming love. a Hither, then, your music bring, Strike aloud each joyfuLstring; Mortals join the hosts above- Join to praise redeeming love. HYMN 35- P. M. 6, 6,7, 7, 7, t jCJ[ AW you my Saviour, *3 Saw you my Saviour, v Saw you my Saviour and God? O ! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood. 3 He was extended, He was extended,! Shamefully nai'ld to the cross, Ob SOCIAN PRAYEIt. O ! he bow'd his head and died, Thus my Lord was crucified To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Jesus hung bleeding, Jesus hung bleeding, Three dreadful hours in pain O ! the sun refused to shine, When his majesty divine, "Was derided, insulted and slain. 4 Darkness prevailed, Darkness prevailed, Darkness prevailed o'er the land, And the solid rocks were rent, Through creation's vast extent. , "When the Jews crucifi'd the God man; 5 Now it was finished. Now it was finished, And the atonement was made ; He was taken by the great, And embalm'd in spices sweet, And in a new sepulchre was laid. 6 Hail mighty Saviour, Hail mighty Saviour, Prince and author of peace ; ! he burst the bonds of death, And triumphant through the earth, He ascended the mansions of bliss. 7 Nov/ interceding, Now interceding, Pleading that sinners might live ; Crying Father I have died, O ! behold my hands and side, To redeem them I pray thee forgive. 8 I will forgive them, 1 will forgive them, If they'll repent and believe; Let them now return to thee, And be reconcil'd to me, And salvation they all shall receive. HYMN 36. C. M.— Watts. 1 T^LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, JL We wretched sinners lav, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm' ring day. SOCIAL PRAYER. 37-38 % With pitying eyes, the Priace of peace Beheld our helpless griej^ He saw, and (Oh amaauagTove !) He came to our relME^ 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled ; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 ! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak i 5 Angels assist our mighty joys !' Strike all your harps of gold ; But wfren you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. HYMN 37. C. M. —Steele, 1 "B"ESUS ! in thy transporting name, ftJP What blissful glories rise? Jesus ! the angel's sweetest theme — The wonder of the skies. 2 Jesus ! and didst thou leave the sky For miseries and woes ? And didst thou bleed, and groan and die 3 For vile, rebellious foes ? 3 Victorious love ! can language tell The wonders of thy pow'r, Which conquer'd all the force of hell, In that tremendous hour ? I What glad return can I impart For favors so divine ? O take my heart— this sinful heart, And make it only thine. HYMN 38. M. 8's.— Chapped . Salvation. Acts iv. 12. ! Si ALVATION, how precious the sound, ! k3 To sinners who see themselves lost; To Jesus their praises redound, i In Jesus they triumph and boast. S Salvation is finish'd and done, I Salvation is sov'reign and free, 39-40 SOCIAL TRAYEB, Salvation by God's equal Son, My joy and rejoicing shall be- 3 Salvation is only of God, To him all the praises are due ; Ye saints spread his honours abroad, "Who rlnish'd salvation for you. 4 Soon shall we behold him above, Forever to sound his dear name : To sing the sweet song of his love. Salvation to God and the Lamb I HYMN 39. C. M.— Watts. * Salvation i o the joyful sound t J^ 'Tis pleasure to our ears I A sov'reign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. CHORUS. Glory, honor, praise and power. Be unto the Lamb forever; Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ! Hallelujah! praise the Lord! Z Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound. Glory, 4-c. 3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb ! To thee the praise belongs ; Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. Glory, &c. HYMN 40. C. M.— Watts. I #~iOME, let us join our cheerful songs \j With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongue*, But all their joys are one. 5 "Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry. To be exalted thus I Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slain for us l SOCIAL PRATER, 41 8 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine : And blessings more than we can give,' Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 The whole creation join in on8 To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 'A Bring HYMN 41. C. M.— Duncan. The Spiritual Coronation. Cant. iii. 2, Angels. LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name I Let angels prostrate fall ; ring forth the royal diadem. And crown him Lord of all: Martyrs. I S Crown him ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call ;- , Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,- And crown him Lord of all. Converted Jews. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small ; Hail him who saves you by his grace r And crown him Lord of all. Believing Gentiles. 4 Ye Gentile sinners ne'er forget The worm- wood and the gall ; Go— spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. Sinners of every Nation. 1 5 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. Ourselves. I S that with yonder sacred throng. We at his feet may fall : We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all* 42-43 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 42. C. M. —Watts. 1 f^i OME happy souls approach your God, ^J With new melodious songs ; Come tender to Almighty grace, The tributes of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd "With a revenging rod, ' No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ ori the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry ; Trust in the mighty Soviour's name. And you shall never die. 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine ofier'd grace ; We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. HYMN 43. CM. 1 TTESUS hath dy'd that I might live, ^jj Might live to God alone ; In him eternal life receive. And be in Spirit one. 2 Saviour I thank thee for thy grace, The gift unspeakable ; And wait with arms of faith, t' embrace. And all thy love to feel. 3 My soul breaks out in strong desire, The perfect bliss to prove ; My longing heart is all on fire, To be dissolv'd in love. 4 Give me thyself, from ev'ry boast, From every sin set free ; Let all I am in thee be lost, But give thyself to me. SOCIAL PRAYER. 44-45 5 Thy gifts alas ! cannot suffice, Unless thyself be giv ; n ; Thy presence makes my paradise, And where thou art is heav'n. 8 Come, O my God, thyself reveal ! Fill all this mighty void ; Thou only cans't my spirit fill: Come, my God, my God ? HYMN 44. L. M.— B- ^OME, gracious Spirit, h'eav'nly dove, %^J With/light and comfort from above, Be thou our guardian, thou our guide, O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare, Lead to thy word that rules must give ; And teach us lessons how to live, 3 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 4 Lead us to holiness, the road Tha t we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ' the living way, Nor let us from his pastures stray. 5 Lead us to God our final rest, In his enjoyment to be bless'd. Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is. HYM 45. S. M. — Watts. Heavenly joy on earth. 1 lT^ 0ME ye tJiat love the Lord > vLj And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord. And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from this place ; Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing That never new our God, -46-47 SOCIAL PRAYER. But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. , 6 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk, the golden streets. 6 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; "VVe'er marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. HYMN 46. L. M. — Montgomery. * TESUS '• our best beloved Friend, -*3 On thy redeeming name we call; Jesus in love to us descend, Pardon and sanctify us all. 2 Our souls and bodies we resign, To fear and follow thy commands; O take our hearts— our hearts are thine, Accept the service of our hands. 3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, Our Master's voice we will obey, Toil in thy vineyard here, and bear The heat and burden of our day. 4 Yet Lord, for us a resting place, In heaven— at thy right hand prepare, And, till we see thee face to face, Be all our conversation there. HYMN 47. C. M.— Watts. 1 1%ff Y God > ™y P° rti on aIid my love > UtM My everlasting all ; I've none but thee in heav'n above Or on this earthly ball. 3 What empty things are all the skies And this inferior clodi There's nothing here deserves my joy*, There's nothing like wy God. SOCIAL PRAYER. 46-49 3 Not life, nor all the toys of art, Nor pleasure's flowr'y road, Can to my soul such bliss impart As fellowship with God. 4 then from all that's base and vain, And from this earthly clod, Arise my soul and strive to gain Sweet fellowship with God. 5 And then when I to heav'n ascend, And join my blest abode, There an eternity I'll spend, In fellowship with God. HYMN 48. P. M. 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6, 1 S~^OME on my partners in distress, %^J My comrades through this wilderness, Who still your bodies feel : Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears, To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints secure abode ; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 3 Who suffer with our Master here," We shall before his face appear, And by his side sit down ; To patient faith the prize is sure, And all that to the end endure The cross shall wear the crown. HYMN 49. C. M.— Fawcett, 1 TOELIGION i S the chief concern JBM> Of mortals here below; May all its great importance learn, its sov'reign virtue know ! 2 More needful this, than glitt'ring wealth, Or aught the world bestows -, Nor reputation, food or health, Can giv^ us such repass, 60-51 SOCIAL PRAYER. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom : 'Twill lit us for declining age, And lor the awful tomb. 4 O may my heart by grace renew'd, Be my Redeemer's throne ; And be my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own. 5 Let deep repentance, faith and love, Be join'd with godly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. HYMN 50. M. 7's.— Massebs. True Religion. James i. 27. i 5^3^IS religion that can give JSL Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 'Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die. 2 After death its joys will be Lasting as eternity; If the Saviour is my friend, Then my bliss shall never end. HYMN 51. C. M. 1 rW^RY us, O God, and search the ground JL Ofev'ry sinful heart; "Vv nat'er of sin in us be found, O bid it all depart ! 2 When to the right or left we stray, Leave us not comfortless : But guide our feet into the way Of everlasting peace. 3 Help us to help each ether, Lord, Each other's cross to bear ; Let each his friendly aid afford, And feel his brother's care. -1 Help us to build each other up, Our little stock improve ; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. 5 Up into thee, our living head, Let us in all things grow ; SOCIAL PRAYER. 52-53 Till thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless here below. -6 Then when the mighty work is wrought, Receive thy ready bride Give us in heav'n a happy lot With all the sanctified. HYMN 52. C. M.— Wright. Best things, l Cor. xii. 31. 1 rBlHE best of wisdom is to know JL The Father in the Son j The best of power is to bow To what the Lord has done. 2 The best of prayer, is to pray That we may still believe ; The best of patience, is to stay Till we a crown receive. 3 The best of watching, is to watch Against the world and sin ; Tht best of preaching, is to preach Jesus, and nought but him. 4 The best of striving, is to strive W ho shall in grace excel : The best of thriving, is to thrive By that which feedeth well. .5 Then let my soul enjoy the best, For that is best for me; And let me find no lasting rest, But when I rest in thee. HYMN 53. C. M. 1 £""1 F0R a heart t0 P rai se my God, ^_W A heart from sin set free ! A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me i 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 for a lowly contrite heart, Believing, true and clean ! Which neither life nor death can part From hirn that dwells within. C 54-55 SOCIAL PRAYEK. 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, And full of love divine; Perfect and right, and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of thine I 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above I Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love! HYMN 54- C. M.— Steele. 1 ^^OME ye that love the Saviour's name, %^> And joy to make it known ; Tne sov'reign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your Lord, your master crown'd, Y^ith elories ail divine! And tell the wond'ring nations round, How bright those glories shine. 3 Infinite pow'r and boundless grace In hirn unite their rays ; You that have e'er beheld his face, Can you forbear his praise ? 4 When in his earthly courts we vievt The glories of our king, We long to love as angeis do, And wish like them to sing. 5 And snail we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise: Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies. 6 happy period ! glorious day ! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their pow'rs th' enraptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. HYMN 55. P. M. 7, 6, 7, 7, 1 A ATTEND us now, Jehovah ! ,/-% Attend us now, Jehovah I Attend us now, Jehovah ! In our prayer meeting ; And may we feel thy power In this propitious hour; And may we feel thy power In this prayer meeting. SOCIAL PRAYER. 56 2 Attend us now, dear Jesus! :D: sfls In our prayer meeting ; And may we rind thy favour, Thou ever blessed Saviour— And may we find thy favour, In this, <$-c. 3 Attend us now, blest Spirit! In our prayer meeting; Convict and renovate us, Anew in Christ create us— Convict and renovate us, In this, 4-c. 4 Attend us now, old people, :fl: :U: In our prayer meeting ; Come bow your hearts before him, Your maker, and adore him— Come bow your hearts before him, v In this. frc. 5 Attend us now, young people, :U: :tt) In our prayer meeting — Give up your hearts to Jesus, Who'll from pollution free us— Give up your hearts to Jesus, In this, fyc. 6 sinners now attend us, :fl: :D; In our prayer meeting- Believe, repent, this moment, Fly to the great atonement- Believe, repent, this moment, In this, $~c. HYMN 56. M. 7's. 1 |T^ o:i *E, and taste along with me, S^J Consolation running free, l-'ioin my fathers wealthy throne, Sweeter than the honey comb. 2 Why should Christians feast alone ? All are better far than some ; Th' more come in with free good will, Makes the banquet sweeter still. 3 Nov/ I go to heaven's door, Asking for a little more ; Jesus gives a double share. Calling me his chosen heir. 4 Heaven's here and heaven's there, Goodness flowing ev'ry where, This I boldly can attest, That my soul has got a taste. $7-58 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 57. M. 7%— Cotigk. * 4T1HILDREN of the heav'nly king, \^J As we journey let us sing Sing our Saviours worthy praise ; Glorious in his works and ways ! 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way our fathers trod ; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 O ye banished seed be glad, Christ our advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Fear not brethren, joyful stand, On the borders of our land, Jesus Christ, our Father's son, Bids us undismay'd go on. 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our leader be, And we stUl will follow thee ! IIYMN 58. C. |f. ^"I^OUNTAIN of life, to all below, gO Let thy salvation roll; Water, replenish and o'erflow Ev'ry believing soul. 2 Into that happy number, Lord, Us weary sinners take ; Jesus fulfil thy gracious word, For thine own mercy sake. 3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide, And we shall flow to thee, While down the stream of time we glide, To our eternity. 4 The well of life to us thou art, Of joy the swelling flood ; Wafted by the with willing heart, We swift return to God. 5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea— Into thy fulness fall ; Be lost and swollow'd up in thee. Our God. our all in all. SOCIAL PRAYER. 59-61 HYMN 59. C. M.— Newtox. 2 fh Lord, our languid souls inspire, \Jf For here we trust thou art ! Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, To warm each waiting heart. 2 Show us some tokens of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 3 Within these walls let holy praise, And love and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled concience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. HYMN 60. L, M.— Eixicqtt. 1 fW^HOU, who for sinners once was slain, a Once dead, but now alive again, Give me to know, to taste and prove, The pow'r and sweetness of thy love. 2 Give me to feel my sins forgiVn,* And know myself an heir of heav'n^ My concience sprinkle with thy blood, •And fill me with the love of God. HYMN 61. U M. —Watts. * "HZgROAD is the road that leads to death, JL9 And thousands walk together there, But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command^ Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly laitd, 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteem'd almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure \ 62-63 SOCIAL PRAYER, HYMN 62. C M. The road to Hell and Heaven described. Matt. vil. 13, 14. 1 ^^7" IDE is the £ ate > a nd broad the waj^ - ig W Which leads to endless woe 1 My soul, behold what multitudes Down to perdicion go ! 2 But yonder see that narrow path, Which leads to endless bi'ss — There see a happy, chosen iew, Redeem'd by sov'reign grace. 3 They from destruction's city came, To Sion upward tend : The Bible is their precious map, And God himself their friend, 4 Dear Lord I I would a pilgrim be, Guide thou my feet aright ; I would not for ten thousand worlds ; . Be banish'd from thy sight. 5 'Tis heaven to see thy blissful face— I long to dwell above, To feast on thy unbounded stores, And praise redeeming love. HYMN 63. L. M.— Watts. The beatitudes. Matt. v. 2-12. 1 "WT&LEST are the humble souls that sea JB3 Their emptiness and poverty ; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart— The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all our woes 3 Elest are the meek, who stand afar From rase and passion, noise and war- God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Elest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ! They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt With sympathy and love— From Christ, the Lord, they shall obtain Like sympathy and love again. -65 1 SOCIAL PRAYER. s Elest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin— With endless pleasures they shall see A God of spotless purity. 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife— They shall he cali'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 8 Blest are the suff'rers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake— Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward. HYMN 64. C. M.— Watts. The 'pilgrimage of the saints from Earth to Heaven, 1 H" ORD, what a wretched land is this, M_A That yields us no suaply ; No uieering fruits, no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy ! 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mortal poisons grow ; And all the riverd that are found. With dang'rous waters flow. 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode, Lies through this horrid land ; Lord we would keep the heavenly road, And run at thy command. 4 By glimmering hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the dang'rous road ; Through dismal deeps and Satan's snares, We make our way to God. 5 Our journey is a thorny maze, J But we march upwards still; Forget the troubles of the ways, And aim for Zions hill. 6 See the kind angels at the gates,' Inviting us to come; There Jesus, the forerunner, waits, To welcome travellers home. HYMN 65. P. M. 8's & 7's. 1 "^^TaNDERING pilgrims, mourning christians, f y Weak and temptcu Lambs of Christ, OO SOCIAL PRAYER, Who endure great tribulation, And with sins are much distress'd, Christ has sent me to invite you To a rich and costly feast ; Let not shame or pride prevent you, * Come, the rich provisions taste. 2 If you have a heart lamenting, And bemoan your wretched case, Come to Jesus Christ repenting, He will give you gospel grace. If you want a heart to fear him, Love and serve him all your day??, Only come to Christ and ask him, He will guide your feet always. 3 If your heart is unbelieving, Doubting Jesus' pard'ning love, , Lay hard by Bethesda, waiting, Till the troubled waters move ; If no man appears to help you, All their efforts prove but talk ; Jesus, Jesus, he will cleanse you— Rise, take up your bed and walk. If like Peter you are sinking In the sea of unbelief, Wait with patience, always praying,! Christ will send you sweet relief. He will give you grace and glory, All your wants shall be supplied ; Canaan, Canaan, lies before you, Rise and cross the swelling tide. 5 Death shall not destroy your comfort, Christ shall guard you thro' the gloom, Down he'll send a heavenly convoy, To convey you to his home. There you'll spend your days in pleasure, Free from every want and care ; Come, oh come, my blessed Saviour, Fain my spirit would be there. HYMN 66> C. M.— Cowper. The mysteries of Providence. John xiii. 1. 1 M^i OD moves in a mysterious way, %JBT His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm, SOCIAL PICAYER, 67 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him or fhis grace ; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour j The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the floVr. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain? God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. HYMN 61. M. 8 lines 8's. 1 f glHOQ Shepherd of Israel and mine, JBL The joy and desire of my hear U For closer communion I pine, I long to reside where thou art. The pasture I languish to find, Where all who their shepherd obey, Are fed, on thy bosom reclin'd, And screen' d from the heat of the day. % Ah ! show me that happiest place,. That place of thy people's abode* Where saints in an ecstacy gaze, And hang on a merciful God. Thy love for a sinner declare, Thy passion and death on the tree; My spirit to Calvary bear, To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there with the iambs of thy floek, There only I covet to rest ; To lie at the foot of the rock Or rise to be hid in thy breast. 'Tis there I would always abide, And never a moment depart ; Gonceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart. 68-69 SOCIAL PRAYER. JIY'MN 68. P. M. 8, 7, 8,7, 8 'IJIF the lamb Had not been slain, QJ? To save us from perdition, Anrl everlasting life to gain, What had been our condition? But since poor sinners favor'd are, To have a friend: so very dear, "We cannot but be happy. 2 As pardon'd sinners we rejoice With Jesus' congregation ; Above all other things we prize His bitter death and passion; His wounds, his tears, his bloody sweat, We bear in mini and can't forget His unexampled mercy. 3 brethren! let us raise our hearts, To praise the king of glory; And let us all with one accord, Sing glory, gloiy, glory. Ye angels join with saints to sin?. And make the heavenly arches ring. With giory r hallelujah. HYMN 69. P. M.-7's & 6's, 1 4~feH, when shall I see Jesus, %JP And dwell with him ab.jve, To drink the flowing fountains Of everlasting love ? When shall I be deliver'd From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus. Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier, My captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, Anci tells me naE to fsar. And if I holdout faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Thro' grace, 1 am de'termin'd To conquer, though I die ; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow,' 2 bid them e.U adieu ; SOCIAL PRAYER. And you my friends prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray, Gird on your heavenly armor, Of faith^and hope, and love, And when your raceis ended, You'll reign with him above. 8 do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend. And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend, Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request, He'll give you grace to conquer. And take you home to rest. HYMN 1Q. P. M. 8,7, 8, 7, 4, 7.— Robinsox. Christ our Guide. Ps. xlvii. 14, 1 £T1 UIDE us, thou great Jehovah, %JT Pilgrims through this Darren land ; We are weak, but thou art miehty, Hold us with thy pow x rful hands Eread of heaven, Feed us till we want no more. 2 Open, Lord, thy chrystal fountain, Whence the healing waters flow, Let thy fiery, cloudy pillar Lead us all our journey through. Strong deliv'rer, Be thou still our strength and shield, 2 When we tread the verge of Jordan, Bid our anxious fears subside ; Foe to death, and hell's destruction, Land us safe on Canaan's side, Songs of praises, We wisl ever give to thee. 71-72 BEFORE SERMON* HYft££JS BEFORE SERMON*: OR THE Reading of the Holy Scriptures. HYMN 11. L. M.— Fawcett. 1 fWllIY presence, graeious God, afford, H Prepare us to receive thy word ; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mixt with what we hear. 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above ; With food divine may we be fed, And satisfi'd with living bread. 3 To us thy sacred word apply, With sov'reign pow'r and energy,. And may we, in thy faith, and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear. HYMN 12. C. M.— Hoskins. 1 fN thy great name, Lord, we come, JH. To worship at thy feet; O, pour thy -holy spirit down On all that now shall meet. 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, To hear the Saviour's voice: Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek, Now make our hearts rejoice. S Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear, And understand thy word ; To feel thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord. 4 Here let thy pow'r and grace be felt, Thy love and mercy known ; Our icy hearts, dear Jesus, melt, And break this flinty stone. 5 Let sinners, Lord, thy goodness prove, And saints rejoice in thee; : Let rebels be subdued by love, And to the Saviour flee. BEFORE SERMON. 73-73 HYMN 13. M. 7's— Hoskins. i £Ti RACIOUS Father, gracious Lord, ^35" Give us ears to hear thy word -, Give us hearts to love and fear, Give us now to rind the near. 2 Let us know and praise thee more, Let us live on mercy's store, Let us sing our Saviour's love, Till we join the saints above. ; 3 Then we'll praise thee and adore, On the happy blissful shore ; Praise, with all the heav'nly host, Father, Son and Holy Ghost. HYMN 14. C. M. i ^"^OME, thou all victorious Lord, %^J Thy pow'r to us make known, feu ike with the hammer of thy word, ' And break these hearts of stone. 2 Speak with the voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise, And let each guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. 3 To them a sense of guilt impart, And then remove the load, Quicken, aIK i waS h the troubled heart In thine atoneujg blood. 4 Their desp'rate state through sin declare And speak their sins forgiv'n ; By daily growth in grace prepare, Then take them up to heav'n. HMYN 15. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7, '■' JT^OME, thou soul transforming Spirit, ^J Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each heart thy grace inherit, Raise the weak, the hungry feed— From the gospel Now supply thy people's need. 2 may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's designate give ; 73-77 BEFORE SEEMON. Let us, all thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive— And forever To thy praise and glory live ! HYMN 76. C. M. MOW, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, And teach his tongue to speak; 1 oou to the hungry soul impart, And succour to the weak. Furnish us all witn light and pow'rs, To walk in wisdom's ways; So shall the benefit be ours, And thou shalt bave the praise. HYMN 71. P. M. 7,6,7, 6, 7, 7,7, 6.-Askiss. 1 lOTOLY God, and hast thou sent JUL ivia here to preach to day? on : uaptise my soul with fire, And point me out the way, White 1 draw the gospel bow, Jesus let thine arrows fly, May each sinner feel this day, That Christ for him did die. 2 Lord, we have assembled here To hear what thou wiit say ; From the east and from the west, Yea north and south to pray— If I'm sent to preach thy word, Holy God, display thy pow'r; May we have a Pentecost, A sweet refreshing show'r. 3 Lord of Heav'n and earth descend And fedd thy lambs to day ; Help us in thy name to preach, To hear, to sing and pray. O, for streams of grace and love? O, for floods of life and pow'r: Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake, A sweet refreshing show'r. AFTER SERMON. 78-80 AFTER SEBMON. HYMN 18. C. M. * °^r° w Lord > tne heav'nly seed is sown, JJsg Be it thy servant's care. Thy heav'nly blessings to bring down, By humble, fervent pray'r. 2 In vain we plant without thine aid, And wat;r too in vain; Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heav'nly rain. 3 Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues Begin this song divine— "Thou. Lord, hast giv'n the rich increase, And be the glory thine." HYMN 19. P. M. 6, 6, 6, ( 1 P||lo thee our wants are known, JL Prom thee are all our pow'rs. Accept what is thine own, And pardon what is ours. Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive, And to thy word a blessing give. I 2 On what has now been sown, Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The pow'r is thine alone, To make it spring and grow; Do thou the gracious harvest raise, And thou alone shalt have the praise. HYMN SO. P. M- 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, f. 1 Q*INNERS, will you scorn the message £!9 Sent in mercy from above? Ev'ry sentence— Oh, how tender! Ev'ry line is full of love— Listen to it, £v'ry line is full of love. 81 FAMILY WORSHIP. 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, News from ZLon's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner, "Pardon, Free forgiveness in his name." How important! Free forgiveness in his name! 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour, Fearful hearts they quell your fears \ And with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears: Tender heralds, Chase away the falling tears. 4 False professors, grov'ling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford ; We entreat you, Take the warnings they afford. 5 Who hath our report believed, Who receiv'd the joyful word 1 Who embrac'd the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord 1 Can you slight it, Offer'd to you by the Lord ? 6 0, ye angels hov'ring round us, Waiting spirits speed your way, Hasten to the couit of heaven, Tidings bear without delay; Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. -G@€)* HYMNS FOR FAMILY WORSHIP. MORNING HYMNS. HYMN 81. L. M. 1 A WAKE, our souls, and with the sun Jr%. Your daily course of duty run^ Shaae off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay your morning sacrilkc. FAMILY WORSHIP, 8£~S3 S Blessed be God, who safe has kept, And has refresh'd us, while we slept: Now help us Lord to watch and pray, And serve thee faithfully to-day. 3 O Lord, illume, direct our way, In all we think, or do, or say; That all our pow'rs, with all their might In thy sole glory may unite. 4 Teach each of us, thy will to know, And do the same while here below, So that w hen we from death awake We may of endless life partake. HYMN 82. C. M. 1 "H" ORD in the morning I will sen-1 Mji My pray'r to reach thine ear; Thou art my father apd my friend, My help forever near. 2 O lead me, keep me all this day, Near thee in perfect peace ; Help me to watch, to watch and pray, To pray and never cease. 3 I know my roving feet will err, Unless thou be my guide- Warn me of ev'ry foe and snare, And keep me near thy side. 4 So shall I pass all dangers safe, And tread the tempter .down ; My hope, my trust, joy and relief, Shall be in thee alone, e Thus let my moments smoothly run, And sing my hours away, Till ev'ning shade and setting sun Conclude in endless day. HYMN 83. M. 7's. 1 "foTow the shades of night are gone, J3J Now the morning light is come; Lord, we would be thine today, Drive the shades of sin away. 2 Make our souls as noon-day clear, Banish ev'ry doubt and fear j In thy vineyard, Lord, to-day, We would labor, wo would pray. P 84-85 FAMILY WORSHIP* 3 Keep our haughty passions bound, Rising up and sitting down, Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from ev'ry sin. 4 When our work of life is past, O, receive us then at last! Night of sin will be no more, "When we reach the heav'nly shore. HYMN 84. C. M. 1 ^OLT HEN we > witn welcome slumber press'i V v Had clos'd our weary eyes, A pow'r unseen secur'd our reit, And made us joyful rise. 5 Numbers this night have doubtless met Their long eternal doom, And lost the joys of morning light In death's tremendous gloom. 3 But life. to us its light prolongs, Let warmest thanks arise; Great God, accept our morning songs, Our willing sacrifice. HYMN 85. S. M.— Scott. 1 SjjEE how the morning sun ►3 Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praiss, With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heav'uly parent sing, And to its great original, The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene 1 laid me down, Beneath his guardian care : I slept, and I awoke and found My kind preserver near. 4 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee ; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity. FAMILY WORSHIP. 86-81 HYMN 88. C. M.— Deacon. 1 A RISE, my soul, and praise the Lord, £m For all his rich supplies ; His goodness has again restor'd My dormant faculties. 2 Rais'd from the slumbers of the night. In which I helpless lay: Lord, I adore thee for the light Of this returning day. 3 I bless thee for thy gracious care, Vouchaf'd to me and mine; may we still thy goodness share, And be forever thine. -®@®- EVENING HYMNS, HYMN 87. S. M. 5 P1HHE day is past and gone, JH. The ev'ning shades appear; Oh may we all remember well, The night of death draws near. 2 "We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we here possess.. 3 Lord, -keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears, Beneath the shaddow of thy wings* Till morning light appears. 4 And if we early rise, And view th' unweari'd sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, O may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of my love I 88-90 . FAMILY WORSHIP. HYMN 88. L. M. 1 f^ LORY to thee, my God, this night, ^W For all the blessings of the light, Keep me, O keep me, kin° of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy own son, The ills that 1 this day have done; That with the world, myself and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 O let my soul on thee repose ! And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close; ►Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God when I awake. & Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the judgment day. HYMN 89. G. M.— M asox, I ~^TOW, from the altar of our hearts, JJyi Let warmest thanks arise ; Assist us Lord, to offer up Our ev'ning sacrifice. ! This day, God was our sun and shield, Our keeper and our gujde; His care was on our' weakness shown, His mercies multiplied, s Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they. i New time, new favors, and new joys, Do a new song require : Till we snail praise thee as we would, ' Accept our hearts desire, HYMN 90. C. M.—S. Djeacq.v, I "H*N Jesus' name we come to thee, ■ Thou God of holiness ! For Jesus' sake, look down, and »e9 tjf at thy throne of grae*. FAMILY WORSHIP. 91-92 % TVe thank thee, Lord, for ev'ry good Conferr'd on us and ours: For house, apparel, health and food, For all thy bounty pours. 8 Oh ! take us in thy arms, and keep Us through the silent night: Give us refreshment in our sleep, And fit us for the light. HYMN 91. C. M.— S. Deacon 1 £Th LORD, another day is flown, %Jp And we, a lonely band Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fost'ring hand. a Preserv'd by thee, another day, Another song we raise; For Jesus sake, accept, we pray, Our gratitude and praise. 4 Now take us underneath thy wing— Our God our guardian be; That in the morning we may sing Another Hymn to thee. HYMN 92. C. M. Saturday night. EGONE, my wordly cares away, Let a Nor dare to tempt my sight; me begin the ensuing day, Before I end this night. 3 Yes let the work of pray'r and praisa Employ my heart and tongue; Begin, my soul! thy sabbath days Can never be too long. s Let the past mercies of the week Excite a grateful frame ; Nor let my tongue refuse to speak Some good of Jesus' name. 4 On wings of expectation borne, My hopes to heav'n ascend, I long to welcome in the morn, With then the day to spend. 93-94 FAMILY WORSHIP. SABBATH. s HYMN 93. L. M. ' Sabbath morning. 1 #^^OME, dearest Lord, and bless this day, j %~J Come, bear our thoughts from eanh away, Now let our noblest passions rise "With ardour to their native skies. 2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine, j With rays of light upon us shine, And let our waiting souls be blest, On this sweet day of sacred rest. 2 may our pray'rs and praises rise, As grateful incense to the skies, And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none but he who feels it knows. 4 Then when our Sabbaths here are o'er, ] And we arrive on Canaan's shore, With all the ransom'd we shall spend A sabbath which shall never end. HYMN 94. S. M.— Watts. 1 "^"^7'ELCOME, sweet day of rest, T&W That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. 1 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day. Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand day3 Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay in such a frame as this;j And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. J F MONTHLY CONCERT. 95-96 HYMN 95. C. M.— Browit, Sabbath evening. REQUENT the day of God returns, To shed its quick'ning beams, And yet how slow devotion bur;is, How languid are its flames l •3 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live. S Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend, "Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, And Sabbaths never end. 4 There we shall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly lustre shine; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine. -s©©- HYMNS r FOK THE ^SE OP THE MONTHLY CONCERT: AJfB FOB MISSIONARY PRAYER MEETINGS, — »>*9 © $ <«■ ■ ■ HYMN 9G. g. M. 1 ^T| GOD of sov'reign grace, ^Uf We bow before thy throne ; And plead, for all the human race. The merits of thy Son. •=2 Spread thro' the earth, Lor.?, The knowledge of thy ways.; And let all lands with joy record The great .Redeemer's praise < 97-99 Monthly concert. HYMN 97. L. M. J fW^HY people, Lord, who trust thy word, JBL And wait the smiling of thy face, Assemble round thy mercy seat, And plead the promise of thy grace. 2 We consecrate these hours to thee* Thy sovreign mercy to entreat ; And feel some animating hope We shall divine acceptance meet. 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Sori; That his dominion shall extend, Till ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord, And ev'ry knee before him bend? 4 Now let the happy time appear, The time to favor Zion come ; Send forth thy heralds far and near, To call poor careless sinners home. HYMN 98. L. M. INDULGENT God to thee we pray with us on this solemn day \ Smile on our souls, our plans approve, By which we seek to spread thy love. 2 Let party prejudice be gone, And love unite our hearts in one; Let all we have and are combine, To aid thi£ glorious work of thine^ 3 We long to have the day appear, The promis'd great Sabbatic year; When, far from grief, and sin and hell, Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 4 Till then, we will not let thee rest, Thou still shalt hear our strong request And this our daily prayer shall be, Lord, sound the trump of jubilee. HYMN 99. L. M.— Beddoxe, 1 A SCEND thy throne, Almighty kin?, /§L And spread thy glories all abroad ; Let thy own arm salvation brine, m And be thou known, the gracious God. MONTHLY CONCERT. 100-1 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdu'd by thy victorious grace. 5 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdom of the Lord, Let saints and angels praise thy name, Be thou thro' heav'n and earth ador'd. HYMN 100. C. M. i PinHUS soith the Lord, 'My sen shall reign _H_ To earth's remotest bound ; I will his holy throne maintain, And all his foes confound. 2 Arise, O God, thy strength display. Stretch forth thy conquering sword ; O'er every land thy sceptre sway, And shed thy grace abroad. 8 Soon may the Gentile and the Jew With one consent submit ; .A*>d men of every name and hue, Bow at Immanuel's feet. 4 Send forth thy Spirit with thy wort?, To every tribe and tongue ; Let all the nations praise tf.e Lord, In one delightful song. HYMN 101. L. M.— Dodkidge. 1 TNDULGENT Sov'reign of the skies, ■ And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? While feeble mortals raise their cries, "Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear ? 2 How shall thy seryants give thee rest, • Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise ; Till thy own power shall stand confesb'd, And make Jerusalem a praise ? 3 For this a lowly suspliant crowd, Here in thy sacred temple wait : For this we lift our voices loud, And call, and knock at mercy's gate. i Look down, God, with pitying eye, And view the desolation round ; j See what wide realms in darkness lie, And hurl their idols to the ground, 102-3 MONTHLY CONCERT. 5 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, Anrl call the nations from afar; Let all the Isles their saviour know, And earth's ramotest ends draw near. HYMN 102. C. M.— Gibbons. Prayer for the success of Missions. Pa. Ixxli. 7, t. 1 "B~ ORD, send thy word, and let it fly, M_A Arm'd with ihy Spirit's power ; Ten thousand shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour, 2 Beneath the influence of thy grace, The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden greens, and fruits array 'd A blooming Paradise. 3 True holiness shall strike its root, In each regen'rate heart ; Shall in a growth divine arise, And heavenly fruits impart. 4 Peace with her olives crown'd shall stretch Her wings from shore to shove ; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murd'rous cannon roar. 5 Lord for those days we wait— those days Are in thy word foretold ; Fly swifter, sun, and stars, and bring This promis'd age of gold. 6 Amen— with joy diving, let earth's Unumber'd myriads cry ; Amen— with joy divine, let heav'ns Unnumber'd choirs reply. HYMN 103. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. 1 lOj' EI1 the gtoomy -hills of darkness, ^J? Look my soul, be still and gaze, Ail the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace ; Blessed jub'lee, § Let the glorious morning dawn. S Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light. And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night, And redemption Freely purchas'd, win the day. MONTHLY COTCERT, 104-5 I Fly abroad thou mighty gospel, Win and conquer, never cease, May thy lasting wide dominions Multiply and still increase ; Sway thy sceptre, Saviour, all the world around. HYMN 104. C. M.— Rippox, 1 #~^ RE AT God, the nations of the earth, <%JS~ Are by creation thine i And in thy works by all beheld, Thy radient glories shine. ! But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind ; Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasur'd in thy mind. : Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around ) Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul Shall hear the joyful sound? | ! when shall Afric's sable sons Enjoy the heav'nly word, And vassals long enslav'd become The freemen of the Lord ? i When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes A dark bewilder'd race, Sit down at our ImmanveVs feet, And learn to see his grace? i Haste sov'reign mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love : Soften the Tiger to a lamb, The Vulture to a dove. ' Smile, Lord, en ev'ry effort made To spread the gospel's rays ; And build on sin's demolish 'd thrones The temples of thy praise ! HYMN 105. L. M. Isa. Ii. 9. ARM of the Lord, awake, awake ' Put on thy strength— the nations shall Ami let the world, adorins, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 106-7 MONTHLY CONCERT. 2 Say to the heathen from thy throne, "I am Jehovah— God alone!" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground. . 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt I But to each conscience lie appli'd The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side. i Almighty God, thy grace proclaim, In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name; Let adverse pow'rs before the fall, And crown the Saviour— Lord of all. HYMN 106. P. M. 8, 7, 7, 8, 4, 7. 1 ""O^HO but thou, Almighty Spirit, fV Can the heathen world reclaim? Men may preach, but till thou favor, Heathens still will be the same ■ Mighty Spirit 1 Witness to the Saviour's name. 8 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets, Giorious light in latter days: Come and bless bewilder'd nations, Change our pray'rs and tears to praise; Promis'd Spirit l Round the world diffuse thy rays. 3 All our hopes, and pray'rs and labors, Must be vain without thine aid-- But thou wilt not disappoint us, All is true that thou hast said; Faithful Spirit! O'er the world ihine influence shed, HYMN 107. L. M.— Meedhax. * fJS^O distant lands thy gospel send, B And thus thy empire wide extend ; To Gentile, Turk and stubborn Jew, Thou King of grace! salvation show. 1 Where'er thy sun or light arise, Thy name, O God ! immortalize ; May nations yet unborn confess, Tuy wisdom, power and righteousness, MONTHLY CONCERT. 108-10 HYMN 108. L. M. ,C<0V'REIGN of worlds display thy pow'r, £5 Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour ; Bid the brightest morning star arise, And point the nations to the skies. Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, On Afric's shore or Indian's plains, On wilds and continents unknown, And be the universe thine own. Speak l and the world shall hear thy voice Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice ; scatter the gloom of heathen night, And bid all nations hail the light. HYMN 109. C. M.— Gibbons. Church's increase promised. Psalm ii. i !H RATHER, is not thy promise pledg'd fflj To thine exalted Son, That thro' the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run? ' Ask, and I'll give the heathen lands "For thine inheritance; 'And the v/ide world's remotest shores, "Thine empire shall advance." Hast thou not said, the blinded Jews Shall their Redeemer own; While Gentiles to his standard crowd, And bow before his throne? ^rom east to west, from north to south, Then be his name ador'd— Europe with all thy millions, shout Hosannah's to thy Lord ! A.sia, and Africa, resound Prom shore to shore his fame ; \nd thou, America, in songs Redeeming love proclaim ! HYMN 110, L. M. BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, Vast as the blessings he conveys .Vide as he shines from pole to pole. irtd permanent aa hia control. 111-12 MONTHLY CONCERT, 2 So Jesus, let thy kingdom come, Let sin and hell's terrific gloom Swift, at thy brightness, nee nway, And usher in the promis'd day; 3 Then shall the heathen fill'd with awe, Learn the blest knowledge of thy law ; And Anti-Christ, on ev'ry shore, Fall from his throne to rise no more. 4 Then shall thy lofty praise resound On Afric's shore— thro' Asia's ground; And Europe with America Shall strech their eager arms to thee. 5 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet In pure devotion at thy feet, And earth shall yield thee, as thy due, Her fulness and her glory too. HYMN 111. L. M.—Weslet. 1 HEATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear jg_< Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed; Justly they claim the softest pray'r From those adopted in their steed. 2 Outcast from thee, and scatter'd wide Through every nation under heav'n, Rejecting whom they crucifi'd, Unsav'd, unpitied, unforgiv'n. 3 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thy own away ? No— thou wilt bid them turn and look On him they pierc'd, and mourn and pray. 4 Come, then, thou great deliv'rer, come, The veil from Jacob's heart remove ; Receive thy ancient people home, That they may sing redeeming love. HYMN 113. S. M. 1 W ORD, send thy servants forth, SLA To call the Hebrews home, From east and west, from south and north, Let all thy wand'rers come. 3 Where'er in lands unknown, The fugatives remain; Bid ev'ry creature help them on, Thy holy mount to gain. MONTHLY CONCERT. 1 1 3-1 4 3 By preaching of the word, May they be brought to hear That the Messiah, Christ the Lord, Did once on earth appear. 4 Open their hearts, and bring Them humbly for to own That he's their Lord their God and King, The true annointed one. 5 With Israel's myriads seal'd, Let all the nations meet. And show the gospel plan fulfil'd, The family complete. HYMN 113. L. M.— Yoke. Signs of the times. 1 ]I3 EH0LD the promis'd time draw near, W3 The shades disperse, the dawn appear, Benold the wilderness assume The beautious tints of Eden's bloom, CHORUS. Titer's a better day a coming !— Come and go along xoith me ; There's a better day a coming, Go sound the jubilee. 2 Events with prophecies conspire To raise our faith our zeal to fire ; The ripening fields already white, Present a harvest to our sight. 3 The untaught heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow ; The exil'd slave waits to receive The freedom Jesus has to give. i 4 Come let us, wilh a grateful heart, In the blest labor share a part, Our pray'rs and offerings gladly bring ■ To aid tne triumphs of our King. HYMN 114. p. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. 2 "^LTES we trust the day is breaking, JL Joyful times are near at hand, God, the mighty God, is speaking, By his word in every land : When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command, 115 MONTHLY CONCERT, 2 0! 'tis pleasent, 'tis reviving, To our hearts to hear each day, Joyful news from far arriving, How the Gospel wins its way ; Those enlight'ning, Who In death and darkness lay. HYMN 115.P. M. 7's. & 6's. The millenium dawning. 1 rW^HE gloomy night of darknes3 JL Begins tu flee away, iuered'ning streaks of morning Proclaim the rising day ; That welcome day of promise, When Christ shall claim his right, And on the world in darkness, Pour forth a flood of light. CHORUS. O give God the glory, Give him all the glory ; O give God the glory, Glory \%s his own. a Now love unites the people, And tears away the bars ; They lay aside their weapons And cease from strife and wars- All with united voices - All join with one accord; Ascribing free salvation And giory to the Lord. 3 The beams of truth revealed Pervades the sinner's heart, Aghast they fall and tremble, As pierced with a dart; Their earnest cries for mercy Sound throush the parting skies ; The gracious Saviour hears them, And smiling, bids them rise, i Now Satan roars with anguish, His servants quake with fear; His boasted kingdom totters, Its fall we soon shall hear : Go on victorious Saviour, Go on Almighty King— p chain the woeful Dragon, ,4nd cause the world, po Blag* MONTHLY CONCERT. I 16-17 6 Come let's begin the anthems. And join the choir above, To praise the blessed Jesus, And bless the God we iove. We'll sing in strains of glory Salvation to our God, Hosanna to our Jesus, Who wash'd us in his blood. $ The courts of heav'n are ringing With songs of highest strains, And ceaseless praise is rolling Along the flow'ry plain's; O could we rise triumphant. And join with them above, To shout and sing forever, Free grace and conq'ring love. — @@,f> MISSIONARY HYISS, —»»■>*© @ @^*>»— HYMN 116. L. M. 1 tiTfe H °LY God, to thee we pray, %j? Ope thou the missionaries' way— Our brethren bless, their zeal approve, That zeal which burns to spread thy love. 2 With cheerful steps may they proceed Where'r thy providence may lead: Let heav'n. and earth their work befriend, And mercy all their paths attend. 3 Let num'rous solemn crowds be found. Anxious to hear, the gospel sound; And rude barbarians, bond and free In suppliant throngs resort to thee. 4 Where pagan altars now are built, And brutal blood, or human, spilt, There may Immanuel's cross be rear'd; And God, our God, alone rever'd. HYMN 111. L, M. 1 "fl* IKE Abfa'm, to a land unknown, MLA Ajse "our dear missionaries gone,; Obeciiem to the heav'nly call, They leave their country and their all. E 1 1 1 8-1 9 MONTHLY CONCERT. 2 The various dangers by the way Perils and toils by night and day, The boist'rous deep and death they brave The Islands of the sea to save. s May their whole souls and selves be blest In Abram's God, with peace and rest, la each distressing, trying hour, Be Abram's God their shield and tow'r.. 4 When they arrive at distant lands, With Jesus' gospel in their hands, O may the tidings of his love, Salvation to the heathen prove ! 5 There may redeeming love be shown. And all the Saviour's glories known, Till heathen gods like Dagon fall, And Abram's God be all in all. o Hail ! hail ! dear missionaries, hail I Go on, and prosper and prevail, Till grace shall Satan's works destroy, And lill the heathen world with joy. HYMN 118. L. M. ILLIONS there are en heathen ground, Wno never heard the gospel's sound ; Liuru send it forth, and let it run, Swift and reviving as the sun. 2 Guide thou our lips, who stand to tell Sinners the way that leads from hell; To those who give, do thou impart A gen'rous, wise, and tender heart. 3 Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care That in thy grace, they ail may share: And those who new m darkness dwell, Deliv'rance sing from guilt and hell. HYMN 119. L. M. f ORD, when we cast our eyes abroad, B A And sec on heathen altars slain, Poor helpless babes for sacrifice, To purge their parents dismal stains. We can'W behold such horrid deeds Without a groan of ardent pray'r, And while our hearts in anguish bled We cry, Lord, send thy goepcl there. MONTHLY CONCEBT. 120-21 3 for them we pray, for them we wait.l To them thy great salvation show; The harvest, Lord, is truly great, But faithful lab'rers are hut few. 4 O send our preachers, gracious Lord, Among the dark bewilder'd race; Open their eyes and bless their word,*- And call them by thy sov'reign grace. HYMN 120. S. M. Math. ix. 37, 38. 1 IT ORD of the harvest, hear JsLA Thy needy servants cry, Answer our faith's effectual prayer, And all our wants supply. 2 On thee we humbly wait, Our wants are in thy view; The harvest, truly, Lord, is great, The laborers are few. 3 Convert and send forth more Into thy church abroad, And let them speak thy wond of pow'r, As workers with their uod. 4 Give the pure gospel word, The word of general grace; Then let them preach the Saviour, Lord,' To all the human race. all the human race. 5 O let them spread thy name, Their mission fully prove; Thy universal grace proclaim, Thine all-redeeming love. HYMN 121. S. M;— Vokje. Missionaries addressed and encouraged, ^6T E messengers of Christ, . JL His sov'reign voice obey ; Arise! and follow where he leadp And peace attend your way. 2 The master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow; Depending on his promis'd aid, With sacred courage go. 122-23 MONTHLY CONCERT, 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, And hell in vain oppose ; The cause is God's and must prevail. In spite of all his foes. 4 Go spread a Saviour's fame, And tell his matchless grace, To the most guilty and deprav'd Of Adam's numerous race. 5 We wish you in his name, The most divine success ; Assur'd that he who sends you forth, Will your endeavors bless. HYMN 122. C. M. 1 ^"^ °> and tne Saviour's grace proclaim, %^f Ye messengers of God ; Go, publish thro' Immanuel's name, Salvation bought with blood. 2 What tho' your arduous task may lie Through regions dark as death ; What tho' your faith and zeal to try, Perils beset your path. 3 Yet, with determin'd courage go, And arm'd with pow'r cuvine, Your God will needful aid bestow, And on your labors shine. 4 He who has call'd you to the war Will recompense your pains : Before Messiah's conquering car, Mountains shall sink to plains. 5 Shrink not, tho' earth and hell oppose, But plead your master's cause; Nor doubt that e'en your mighty foes Shall bow before his cross. HYMN 123. P. M. 8's & 7's.— Frakcis. Collection for the spread, of the gospel. 1 ""'67^7' iTH m y substance 1 will honor Vv My Redeemer and my Lord; Wnere ten thousand worlds my manor All were nothing to his word. 2 While the heralds of salvation His abounding grace proclaim; Let his friends of every station Gladly join to spread his fame. UNION PRAYER. 124-25 3 Mav his kingdom be promoted, May the world the Saviour Know; Be my all to him devoted, To my Lord, my all I owe. 4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations, Praise him all ye hosts above; Shout with joyful acclamations, His divine victorious love. -£*©©- HYMNS FOR UNION PRAYER MEETINGS. HYMN 124* S. M.— Beddohe* 1 ~W ET party names no more JL^ The Christian world o'erspread: Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ, their head. 2 Among the saints on earth Let mutual love abound, Heirs of the same inheritance Should be in union found. 3 Let envy, child of hell, Be banish'd from our sight: Those should in strictest friendship dwell Who in the Lord delight. 4 Then will the church below Resemble that above ; Whare streams of pleasure ever flow And ev'ry heart is love. HYMN 125. C. M.— Swain. Brotherly love. Ps. cxxxiii. 1 !HF ^ sweet > how heav'nly is the sight, JHJL When those who love the Lord, In one anothers peace delight. And so fulfil his word! 126 UNION PRAYER. 2 O may wo feel each brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; May sorrows flow from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart. 3 Free us from envy, scorn and pride, Our wishes fix above; May each his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love. 4 Let love, in one* delightful stream, Through ev'ry bosom flow: And union sweet and dear esteem, In every action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above: And he's an heir of heav'n that finds His bosom glow with love. HYMN 126. P. M. 8's & 7's. * |f~iOME, my Christian friends and brethren. VkJ Bound for Canaan's happy land; Come unite and walk together, Christ the Saviour gives command. Lay aside all party spirit, Slight your Christian friends no more, Come, unite, through Jesus' merit, Zion's peace again restore. 2 We'll not bind our brother's conscience. This to God alone is free; Nor contend for non-essentials, But in Christ united be. Here's the word, the grand criterion, This shall all our doctrine prove; Christ the centre of our union, And the bond is Christian love. 3 Here's my hand, my heart and spirit, Now in fellowship I'll give; Now we love and peace inherit, Show the world how Christian's live; Now we're one in Christ our Saviour, Male or female, bond or free ; Christ is all in all forever, And we're happy Lord, in thee. 4 Now we'll preach and pray together, Praise, give thanks, and shout, and sin?, Now we'll strengthen one another, And adore our "heavenly King ;j UNION PRAYER. 127-28 Now we'll join in sweet communion, Round the table of our Lord ; Lord confirm our Christian union, By thy spirit and thy word. 5 Soon the world will he constrained To believe in Christ our king ; Thousands, thousands be converted, Round the earth his praises ring; Happy clay! joyful hour, Thank the Lord, his name we'n bless j Send thy word, my Lord with power, Fill the world with righteousness. HYMN 121. S. M.— Fawcett, Love to the Brethren. 1 JP! LEST be the tie that binds JL© Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent pray'rs: Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathising tear. 4 When we assunder part, It gives us inward pain, But we shall still be join'd in heart. And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way, While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. HYMN 128. C. M. s "B*ESUS, great shepherd of thy sheen. ftJP To thee for help we fly ; Tr.y little flock in safety keep, For the wolf is nigh l 2 do not suffer him to part The souls that here agree ! But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in thee. 129-30 UNION PRAYER, 3 Together let us sweetly live, Together let us die; And each a starry crown receive. And reign above the sky. HYMN 129- L. M. He that loveth God will love his brother. 1 fW^HE love of God how great to men, JL To send his Son to save from sin, To show our feet the way to heav'n, To show our &ins are all forgiv'n. 2 This love doth teach us all to know That we should love each other so, That hell, with all its fi'ry darts, Should never disunite our hearts. 3 He calls us one, his spouse, his bride, O let no enemy divide: Let love unite, let heav'nly flames. Consume, destroy all party names. 4 Let's take each other by the hand, And walk to Canaan's happy land, We'll there unite to praise this love, That brought us safe to heav'n above. HYMN ISO. C. M. 1 "BTesus, united by thy gTace, $3 And each to each endear'd. With confidence we seek thy face And know our pray'r is heard. i Still let us own our common Lord, And bear thme easy yoke, A band of love, a three- fold cord, Which never can be broke. 3 Make us into one spirit drink, Baptize into thy name ; And let uj always kindly think, And sweetly speak the same. 4 Touch'd by the loadstone of thy love, Let all our hearts agree : And ever t'waTds each other move, And ever move t wards thee. UMTON PREYEE. 131 HYMN 131. C. M.— Miileb. Church Union. Col. ii. 2. 1 ^T)!I UR souIs h ? love together knit, %Jy Cemented, mix'd in one; One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, Tis heav'n on earth begun! S Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spake, And glow'd with sacred fire; He stop'd and talk'd, and fed and blest: And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire. CHORUS, L. M. "A Saviour!" let creation sing.' "A Saviour!" let all heaven ring! He's God with us, zoe feel him ours, His fulness in our souls he pours! 'Tis almost done— 'tis almost o'er— We'er joining them toho're gone before, We then shall meet to part no mor&. 3 The little cloud increases still, The heavens are big with rain; We haste to catch the teeming show'r, And all its moisture drain. 4 A rili, a stream, a torrent flows I But pour a mighty flood; O sweep the nations, shake the earthy Till all proclaim thee God. "A Saviour!" whose early days j$m Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner's path and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 'Tis eas'er work, if we begin To serve the Lord betimes; While sinners, who grow hard in sin, Are harden'd by their crimes. 3 It saves us from a thousand snares, To mind religion young .- With joy it crowns succeeding years, And makes our virtues strong. 4 To thee almighty God! to thee Our hearts we now resign ; 'Twill 'please us to look back, and see That our whole lives were thine- 5 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ our daily breath : Thus we're prepar'd for future clays, Or fit for early death. HYMN 135. L. M. Female prayer meeting. THOU bridegroom of the soul, behold This part of thy beloved fold; Thy virgins, have before the met, And now thy cheering presence wait. Give us, O Lord, to feel thy peace, And let the sanctifying grace Which flows from thy humanity, Make us well pleasing unto thee. 136-37 SPECIAL PRAYER. S may we feel thy saving pow'r, Thy grace and aid, each day and hour; Thus all thy mercies which we prove, V/ill us excite to praise and love. HYMN 136. L. M.--B.— . Out door worship. Mark xvi, 15. * 9^WlWAS Jesus' last and great command JL "Go preach my word in ev'ry land, "To all be my salvation shown, "To ev'ry creature make it known. 2 "While thus employ 'd, except my gracs, "Attending you from place to place; ""Where'er you meet, expect me there, "In church, or house, or open air. 3 Commission'd thus, we come abroad, To preach the gospel of our God; The love of God, in Christ to tell, The love that saves from sin and hell. * Jesus, our Lord, thy word fulfil, Thy spirit's pow'r be with us still ; May all our souis thy blessings share, Accept our praise, and hear our pray'r. HYMN 137. C. M.— C. W The parent's prayer. John iv. 46—49. 1 TTesUS, great healer of mankind, %jl "Who dost out sorrows bear, Let an afflicted parent find An answer to his pray'r. 2 I look for help in thee alone, To thee for succor fly; Come down and heal my darling child, Now at the point to die. & Jesus, if thou pronounce the word. The gracious answer give, My dying child shall be restor'd, And to thy glory live. i Oh! save the parent in the child, Restore it, Lord to me; My heart the miracle shall own, And give it back to thee. SPECIAL PRAYER. 138-40 HYMN 138. L. M. Prayer of a sick child, 1 A LMIGHTY God, I'm very ill, J3L But cure me if it be thy will ; Thou soon canst take away my pain, And make me strong and well again. 2 Let me be patient ev'ry day, And mind what those who nurse me say i And grant that all I have to take May do me good for Jesus' sake. HYMN 139. L. M.— Bhow*. Sickness and death. 1 1W^ Y sou] > thv minutes haste away, 1TJL Apace comes on the final day ; "When in the arms of icy death, I must give up my vital breath. 2 When all the springs of life are low The spirits faint, the pulses slow, ' The eyes grow dim, and short the breath, Presages of approaching death. S O come my soul, the matter weigh ! How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay? And how the unknown region try, And launch into eternity. 4 Cleanse me, God, with blood divine, Renew my heart and make me thine; Then when th' important hour shall come My soul shall triumph o'er the tomb. HYMN 140. C M. —Watts. 1 UTILISE ASES are thy servants, Lord! MJ? They come at thy command: I'll not attempt a murm'ring word Against thy chast'ning hand. 2 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were, May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear. 3 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my bus'ness still,' Ana I'll declare thy love.< 141-43 SPECIAL PRAYER. -■w HYMN 141. C. M.— TorLAuw The saint's glorious hope. HEN langour and disease invade, This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home. 3 There shall my disembodied soul View Jesus and adore; Be with his likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more. I Shall see him wear that very flesh, On which my guilt was lain; His love intense, his merit fresh, As tho' hut newly slain. 5 may the unction of these truths Forever with me stay, Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd My spirit flies sway. HYMN 142. L.,M. The afflicted longing fur heaven. 1 <0| HOW I long to go and see <^Jr The lamb of Gou who died for me, How do I languish night and day, To hear him bid me come away l 2 With pining sickness I decay, Diseases wear my flesh away ; Eut i shall soon his leave obtain, To be releas'd from all my pain. 3 Quickly, O Lord, thf angels charge To set my longing soul' at large; Quickly tny biessed hosts command To carry me to thy right hand. M HYMN 143. C. M. Serious thoughts under affliction. Y life declines, my strength is gun Disease and pairrS prevail; Doaui threatens to arrest me soon, My heart and Hesti doth fail. SPECIAL PRAYER, 144 2 Soon must I leave this body here, Soon must my soul away; O awful thought! my soul prepare For that tremendous day ! 3 But how shall I prepare my heart, ' Eternal life to gain? Jesus, thy grace, thy strength impart, For all I do is vain. i Renew'd and justified by grace, Complete I then shall stand Before th' Almighty Father's face, When he my life demand. HYMN 141- C. M.— Gees. Parent's 'prayer for their children. 1 ni^HO' parents may in cov'nant be, B And have their heav'n in view; • Tiiey are unhappy till they see Their children happy too. 2 Their hearts with inward anguish bleed When all attempts prove vain, And they pursue those paths that lead To everlasting pain. 3 They warn, indulge, correct, beseech, While tears in torrents How; And 'tis beyond the pow'r of speech To tell the griefs they know. 4 Till they can see victorious grace Their children's souls possess ; The spakling wit, the smiling face, But adds to their distress. 5 See the fond father clasp his child ; Hark ! how his bowels move— Shalt thou my offspring, be exil'd From God, my father's love? ■ 6 Shall cruel spirits drag thee down To darkness arid despair, Beneath th' Almighty's angry frown, To dwell forever there? T Kind heav'n, the dreadful scene fori'!'!' Look down, dear Lord, and bless; I'll wrestle hard as Abra'm did, May I obtain success'. 145^47 SPECIAL PRAYER, 'C HYMN 145. C M.~ Cowper. Prayer on behalf of the young. OME, Lord, and bless the rising raw Make this a happy hour, According to thy richest grace, And thine almighty power. S Dear youth, we know your sinful stats, May God your hearts renew; We would awhile ourselves forget, To pour our pray'rs for you. 3 We see, tho' you perceive it not, Th' approaching awful doom! Oh, tremble at the solemn thought, And flee the wrath to come! HYMN 146. L. M. A warning to the youth. 1 ~%Te lovely bands of blooming youth, JL Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth Wow yield to Christ your youthful prime, With all your talents and your time. 2 Think on your end, nor thoughtless say, I'll put far off the evil day: Ah ! not a moment's in your pow'r, And death stands ready at the door. 3 Eternity ! how near it rolls ! Count the vast value of your souls I Beware, and count the awful cost What they have gain'd whose souls are lost 4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares Beset your hearts, your eyes, your ears, Take the alarm, the danger fly! Lord, save me, be your earnest cry. HYMN 147. C. M.— Newton. New Year. 1 1^T 0W ' gracious Lord, thine arm reveal JL^I And make thy glory known; Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone. 2 From all the guilt of former sin, May mercy set us free ; And let the year we now begin. Begin and end with thee. SPECIAL PRAYER, 148-49 3 Send down the spirit from above, That saints may love thee more; And sinners now may learn to love, Who never lov'd before. 4 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home, May growing numbers worship here And praise thee in our room. HYMN 148. C. M.— Berriuge. Marriage, or a wedding Hymn. John ii. i, % 1 ilgsllNCE Jesus freely did appear k9 To grace a marriage feast, O Lord, we ask thy presence here, To make a wedding guest. 2 Upon the bridal pair look down, Who now have plighted hands ; Their union with thy favor crown, And bless the nuptial bands. 3 In purest love these souls unite, That they with Christian care, May make domestic burdens light, By taking mutual share. 4 And when that solemn hour shall comej And life's short space be o'er, May they in triumph reach that home Where they shall part no more. i HYMN 149- C. M. Secret prayer. Mark i . ^5. 1 ~T%fT Y lovely Jesus, while on earth, JLYJL Arose before 'twas day, And to a solitary place Departed, there to pray. 2 I'll do as did my blessed Lord, His footsteps I will trace; I love to meet him in che grcve, And view his smiling face. 3 Early I'll rise, and sing and pray, While I the light enjoy; May this bless'd work from day io da/, My heart and tongue employ, F 150-52 SPECIAL PRAYED. J HYMN 150. C. M. Before the reading of the Scripture: ESUS, my Saviour and my Lord, To thee I lift mine eyes ; Teach and instruct me by thy word, And make me truly wise. 2 Make me to know and understand Thy whole revealed will; Fain would I learn to comprehend Thy love more clearly still. 3 Help me to read this volume o'er With new and fresh delight, Help me to love its author more, To seek thee day and night. 4 O let it purify my heart, And guide me all my days; Its wonders, Lord to me impart, And thou shalt have the praise. r F HYMN 151. C. M. Praise for the word of God. ATHER of mercies! in thy word, What endless glory shines l Forever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines! 2 may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight, And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. 3 Divine instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. HMYN 152. C M. 1 S1 AYS Faz'tfi, "Look yonder, see the crown k9 "Laid up in heav'n above:" Bays Hope, "Anon it shall be mine;" "1 long to wear't" says Love. 2 Desire saith, "what! is there my crown* "Then to that place I'll flee; ''My re3t I fain would see,'' SPECIAL PRAYER. 153-54 5 "But stay," says Patience, "wait awhile, "The crown's for those that fight; "The prize for those that run the race "By faith and not by sight." * Thus Faith does take a pleasing view, Hope waits, Love sits and sings, Desire, she nutters to be gone, But Patience clips her wings. HYMN 153. C. M. Prayer of the aged, 1 "fjTlTERNAL God! enthron'd on high! JCi Whom angel hosts adore; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh; Thy presence I implore. 2 Oh, guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool; Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practice ev'ry rule. 3 My flying years," time urges on, What's human must decay; My friends, my young companions gone, Can I expect to stay? 4 Ah ! no : then smooth the mortal hour, On thee my hope depends; Support me with almishty pow'r, While dust to dust descends. HYMN 154. L. 1|. Prayer for a little chliti. 1 A LMTGHTY Lord, J^Sl Look down on me; Oh, may thy word My treasure be. 2 My heart impress With gratitude, To give thee praise Tor health and food. 3 For Pa and Ma, And friends so dear, Who make my wanta Their daily care. 155 ALARMING AND 4 For Jesus Christ, Far more than all, Who gave his life To save my soul. 5 My sins forgive, For his dear sake, And bid me live, Thy grace partake. 6 Thy spirit grant To guide my ways, To fear and serve Thee all my days. 7 And when my end Of life shall be, May I ascend To dwell with thee. •■®@©«~ ALARMING AND AWAKENING, HYMN 155 P. M. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6,-Newton. The alarm. 1 ^ T0P > P° or sinner, stop and think, £3 Before you farther go; Can you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe! Hell beneath, is gaping wide, Vengeance waits the dread command, Soon will stop your sport and pride, And sink you with the damn'd. CHORUS. Then b' entreated now to stop, For unless you warning take, Ere you are aware you'll drop Into the burning lake. 2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose? Fear you not that iron rod, "With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that great day, When his judgment he'll proclaim, When the earth will melt away, Like wax before the name? Oh ! be entreated, 4»c. AWAKENING* 156 2 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar; Then to hear your awful doom Will till you with despair. All your sins will round you crowd, Sins of a blood crimson die; Each for vengeance cry aloud, And what will you reply 1 9 Come, b' entreated, Q-c. 4 Tho' your hearts be made of steel, Your foreheads lin'd with brass, God at length will make you feel. He will not let you pass. Sinners then in vain will call, (Tho' they now despise his grace,) Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. Once again I pray you stop, fyc. 5 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know; Tho' his arm be lifted up, He still forbears the blow; 'Twas for sinners Jesus died— Sinners he invites to come; None that come shall be denied, He says there still is room. For Jesus 1 sake, I pray you stop, fyc. HYMN 156. C. M.— W- 1 "W7"E unconverted, careless souls, U Wake up and turn to God; Or else you surely will be damn'd, According to his word. 2 For in the bible it is said By him that cannot lie, "Repent, believe, be bom again"— "The soul that sins shall die." . 4 Now sinners lay this well to heart, And turn without delay ; ' O hasten to the Saviour's arms. Whilst it is ca"U : d to-day 4 It is your wisdom so to do, 'Twill be your int'rest too; Then be entreated now to come To Christ, who diad for you. _ 157-58 ALARMING AND HYMN 151. M. 7's. 1 CjJlNNERS, turn, why will you die ? ►^ God your maker asks you why? God who did your being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands; Why, ye thankless creatures, why "Will ye cross his love and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will you die? God your Saviour asks you why ? God who did your spirit give, Died himself that you might live. Will you let him die in vain Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why. Will ye slight his grace and die e 3 Sinners, turn, why will you die! God, the spirit, asks you why? He, who all your lives hath strove,, Woo'd you to embrace his love. Will you not his erace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, ye long sought sinners, why, Will you grieve your God and die? 4 Dead, already dead within, Spiritu'lly dead in sin ; Dead to God w hile here you breathe. Pant you after second death? Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O, ye dying sinners, why, Why will you forever die? HYMN 158. L. M. Expostulation. Isa. xxxiii. 14. 1 Q INNER. O why so thbushtless grown ? J3 Why in such dreadful haste to die i Daring to leap to worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly I 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams, Madly attempt the infernal gate, And force thy passage to the flames. e AWAKENING 159-60 * Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains, Forever telling, yet untold. HYMN 159. C. M.— Hart. * ""fkT'AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear— i ▼ Repent— thy end is nigh ! Death, at the farthest, can't be far, Oh, think— before thou die! 2 Reflect— thou hast a soul to save, Thy sins— how high they mount! "What are they hopes beyond the grave- How stands that dread account? 3 Death enters— and there's no defence, His time, there's none can tell : He'll in a moment call thee hence,! To Heav'n— or down to Helll 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care. Shall crawling worms consume ; But ah i destruction stops not there- Sin kills beyond the tomb. 6 To-day the gospel calls, to-day Sinner it speaks to you : Let ev'ry one forsake his way. And mercy will ensue. HYMN 160. C. M. * CJ INNER, how oft hath God reprov'd ►^9 And fill'd the with distress I Yet still thou perseverest in The paths of wickedness. 3 Sudden destruction soon will come, On those who thus rebel; Eternal vengeance will consign Their guilty souls to hell. ; » tremble at the awful thought, And yield to sov'reign grace, Lest God should say " 111 strive no more," And frown thee from bis face. , I61--63 ALARMING AND HYMN 161. C. M. 1 ffTiOME sinners, you whose harden'd hearts,- *^_J No fears of hell can move, Come hear the gospel's mildest voice, That tells you, " God is love." 2 Thousands, once vile and base as you, Surround the throne above; The grace that chan°'d has tun'd their hearts To sing that " God is love." 5 may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove ; Till warmer hearrs, in brighter worlds, Proclaim that "God is love." HYMN 163. M. 7's.— N£WTON. * CJlNNER, art thou still secure? K3 Wilt thou still refuse to pray? Can thy heart or hands endure, In the Lord's avenging day. 2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd! Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judgment stand prepar'd, Thou must either break or bow. HYMN 163. C. M.— Doddridge. Acts xvii. 30. 1 IP?* EPENT, the voice celestial cries, MM> Nor lonser dare delay ; The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God Overlooks the crimes of men; His heralds are despatched abroad To warn the world of sin. 3 Together in his presence bow, And all your guilt confess; Accept the offer 'd Saviour now, Nor trifle with his grace. i Bow. ere the awful trumpet sound, Arid calls you to his bar; For mercy knows th' appointed bound. And turns to vengeance there. I v AWAKENING. 164-65 HYMN 164. P. M. 6, 6 ,6, 6, 8, 8.— Lee. Rom. iii. 19. 1 10^" HEN frowning death appears, V V And points his fatal dart; "When dark foreboding fears Distract the sinner's heart! The dreadful blow no arm can stay, But torn away, he sinks to woe. 2 Now every hope denied, Bereft of every good, He must the wrath abide Of an evenging God : No mercy there will greet his ear, Nor wipe the tear of black despair. 3 Sinners, awake, attend, And flee the wrath to come ; Make Christ, the Judge, your friend, And heav'n shall be your home : His mercy nigh, now points the path That leads from death to joys on high. HYMN 165. C. M.— Cowpeb, 1 T^TCW is th e time, th' accepted hour, JJ^I O sinners, come away, The Saviour's knocking at your door, Arise without delay. 2 don't refuse to give him room, Lest mercy should withdraw; He'll then in robes of vengeance come, To execute his law. 3 Then where poor mortals will you be, If destitute of grace ; When you your injur'd Judse shall see, And stand before his face? 4 sinners, sinners, wont you hear, When in God's name we come? Upon your peril don't forbear, Lest hell should he your doom. 5 O let not all these calls be vain, But lend a list'ning ear ; Lest you should meet, them all again, When torapi in black despair. 166-68 ALARMING AND HYMN 166. S. M.— Newtox. 1 "SUBSTRUCTION'S dangerous road Sl9 What multitudes pursue I while that which leads the soul to God, Is known or sought by few. 2 Eelievers find the way Thro' Christ the living gate ; But those who hate this holy way Complain it is too strait. 3 If self must be denied, And sin no more caress'd They rather choose the way that's wide, And strive to think it best. 4 But hear the Saviour's word, "Strive for the heav'nly gate; Many will call upon the Lord, And find their cries too late! l , HYMN 167. L. M. 1 ~WZ~ NOW sinners ev'ry one is free ilL To choose his course and what he'll ba For this eternal truth is giv'n, That God will force no man to heav'n. 2 He'll draw, persuade, direct aright, Bless us with wisdom, love and light; In nameless ways be good and kind, But never force the human mind. 8 Freedom and reason make us men. Take these away, what are we then? Mere animals, and just as well; E'en brutes might think of heav'n or hell. 4 O then no more your pow'rs abuse, But ways of truth and goodness choose! Our God is pleas'd when we improve His grace, and seek the worlds above. 5 But if you take the downward road, And make in hell your last abode; Our God is clear, and you shall know, You plung'd yourselves in endless woe. HYMN 168. C. M.— Fawcett. I CSlNNERS, the voice of God regard, J^ 'Tis mercy speaks to-day, fie calls you by his sacred word, From sins destructive way- AWAKENING. 169-70 S Like the rough sea that cannot rest, You liye devoid of peace ; A thousand stings, within your breast Deprive your souls of ease. 8 Your way is dark, and leads to hell, W-hy will you persevere ? Can you in endless torments dwell, Shut up in black despair? 4 Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go? In pain you travel all your 'days, To reap immortal woe l 5 But he that turns to God, shall live. Thro' his abounding grace ; His mercy will the guilt forgive, Of those that seek his face. HYMN 169. L. M.— Davies. 1 d~& NE thin S is needful, one alone, 'sLr If this be our's all is our own : 'Tis needful now, 'twill needful be In death, and thro' eternity. 2 Without it we are all undone, Tho' we may call the world our own j Not all the joys of time and sense Can countervail the loss immense. 3 Great God ! that pow'rful grace of thine, Which rous'd a soul so dead as mine, Can rouse these thoughtless sinners too, The one thing needful to pursue. HYMN 170. C. M. 1 H* OVERS of pleasure more than God, JLi For you Christ suffer'd pain; Swearers, for you he spilt his blood. And shall he bleed in vain? 2 Misers, his life for you he paid, Your basest crimes he bore; Drunkards, your sins on him were laid. That you might sin no more. s The God of love to earth he came, That you might come to heav'n j Believe, believe in Jesus' name, And all your sins forgiv'ri. 171-72 ALARMING, &C. 4 Believe in him who died for thee. And sure as he hath died, Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free, And thou art justified. "JLr HYMN 171. S. M Hoskins. The Hypocrite. Job xxvii. 3. ET hypocrites attend, And view their awful state. Consider well their latter end, Before it be to late. 2 Religion's form is vain, While we deny its pow'r! What will the hypocrite obtain, In death's tremendous hour. 3 Now he may credit gain, And in his affluence roll; But all his profit will be pain, When God shall take his soul. 4 Then, what dread surprise, What horror and dismay, When death shall open wide his eyes; And tear his mask away. 5 Lord, search and know my heart, And make my soul sincere, And bid hypocrisy depart, And keep my conscience clear. HYMN 172. C. M. Exhortation to old and young. 1 TfeEAR people all attention give, JLF And hear what I do say ; I long your precious souls should live In everlasting day. 2 Remember you are hast'ning on, To death's dark eloomy shade ; Your joys on earth will soon be gone, Your flesh in dust be laid. 3 Death's iron gate you must pass through, Ere long, my precious friends; Where do you then expect to go? Where will your souls then land? CONVICTION, &c. 173 4 Pray, meditate, before too late, While in a gospel land ; Behold King Jesus at the gate, Most lovingly doth stand. 5 Young men, how can you turn your face From such a glorious friend ? Will you pursue the dangerous race, Regardless of the end? 6 Will you pursue the awful road, That leads to death and hell? Will you rush on, bold foes to God ! With devils for to dwell? 7 Young women too, what will you do, If out of Christ you die? From all God's people you "must go, To weep, lament, and cry. 8 Come old, come young, who feel your guilt, The fountain's open'd wide; For you that precious blood was spilt, That fiow'd from Jesus' side. 9 There you may drink in endless joy, And sing redeeming love, Till golden harps your souls employ, In praising Christ above. CONVICTION AND PENITENTIAL. HYMN 173. S. M. 1 ]%ff^ sorrows like a flood, i_T_ffl_ Impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, my God, Pour out a long complaint. 2 This impious heart of mine, Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to Sin, In presence of thy sword. 3 How often have I stood, A rebel to the skies, And yet, and yet, (O matchless grace!) Thy thunder silent lies. _ 174-75 convrcTioN and i O shall I never feel, The meltings of thy love? Am I of such hell-harden'd steel, That mercy cannot move? 8 O'ercome by dying love, Here at thy cross 1 lie, And throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and die. HYMN 174. C. M.— Watts. Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ. 1 A LAS! and did my Saviour bleed? /^ And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as Ii 2 Was it for crimes, that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree?— Amazing pity, grace unknown ! • And love beyond degree ? 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ the mighty Maker died For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might 1 hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay. The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away— 'Tis all that I can do. HYMN 175. L. M. 1 M\H. ! give me Lord, my sins to mourn, %J -My sins which have thy body torn ; Give me with broken heart to see, Thy last tremendous agony. 2 could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that wond'rous sight, O that with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die. 3 I'd han# around his feet and cry, Lord save a soul condemn'd to die. And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of tlvy Son. PENITENTIAL. 176-77 i Father or mercy ! drop thy frown, And give me shelter in thy Son ; And with my broken heart comply, O give me Jesus, or I die. 5 O Lord, deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease me of my guilt: Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry, And give me Jesus, or I die. t save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell; O might I enter, now I'm come, Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone. L HYMN 176. L. M.— Wesley. 1 £\ THAT my load of sin were gone ! <^Jr O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down, To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thy image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of imbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; I cannot rest till pure. within, Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Pain would I learn of thee my God, Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 1 would, but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from ev'ry sin release; Bring near, bring near, the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. « Come, Lord, the drooping spirit cheer, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; Appear in my poor heart, appear; My God, my Saviour, come away ! HYMN 177. P. M. 8's & 7's. AVIOUR, canst thou love a traitor? Canst thou love a child of wrath ? Can a hell-deserving creature, Be the purchase of thy death 1 'S 178-79 CONVICTION AND 2 Is thy blood so efficacious, As to make my nature clean? Is thy sacrifice so precious, As to free me from my sin ? 3 Sin on ev'ry side surrounds me, No acquittance can I hear ; Pangs of unbelief confound me, Help me, Lord, my grief to bear. 4 Here then is my resolution, At thy dearest feet to fall ; Here I'll meet my condemnation, Or a freedom from my thrall. HYMN 178. C. M. 1 &\ THAT I could my Lord receive, %Jf Who did the world redeem ; Wno gave his life, that I might live A life conceal'd in him. 2 that I could the blessing prove, My heart's extreme desire: Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire. 3 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs, Thou pard'ning God descend, Number me with salvation's heirs, My sins and troubles end. 4 Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heav'n; But let me feel thy blood appli'd, And live and die lorgiv'n. HYMN 179. L. M. 1 U^TTTH aching heart and weeping eyes, W My guilty soul for mercy cries, What shall I do, or wither flee, T' escape that vengeance due to me? 2 Till now I saw no clanger nigh, I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die ; Wrapt up in self deceit and pride, "I shall have peace at last," I cried. 3 But when, great God ! thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul ot mine, Then I beheld with trembling awe. The terrors of thy holy law. PENITENTIAL. 180-81 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, In childhood, youth and growing years Before thy pure discerning eye, Lord, what a filthy wretch am I! 5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue, Death and destruction are my .due; Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, And bid a dying sinner live. 8 Does not thy sacred word proclaim, Salvation free in Jesus' name? To him 1 look and anxious cry, "O save a wretch condemn'd to die!" HYMN ISO. M. 6 lines 7' 1 "inr EA - RTS of stone, relent, relent, jgla Break, by Jesus' cross subdu'd; See iiis body mangled, rent, Cover'd with a gore of blood, Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Murder'd God's eternal son ! 2 Yes, your sins have done the deed, Drove the nails, and fix'd him there; Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear, Made his soul a sacrafice; For lost sinners Jesus dies. 3 Can his offring be in vain? No; a cov'nant keeping God Says that "he shall see his seed"— All the purchase of his blood. Lord, with sin and self we part; Saviour, take each broken heart. HYMN 181. C. M. 1 /& ND ^ id » the hol y and the just -- il. The sov'reign of the skies, Stoop down to wretchedness and Uu$?, That guilty worms might rise? 2 Yes, the Redeemer In his soul Sustain'd fhe pains of hell. The wrath of God, without control, On him, our surety fell. G 182-83 CONVICTION ANI) 3 He took the dying sinner's place, And suffer'd in his stead; For man, (O miracle of grace,) For man the Saviour bledl 4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell In thy atoning blood ! By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, And rebels brought to God, 5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends To love so full, so free ; And may I hope that love extends Its sacred pow'r to me. 6 What glad returns can I impart For favors so divine? O ! take my all— this worthless heart, And make it only thine. MYHN182.L. M. —Watts. 1 #T|H thou, that hear'st when sinners cry »^F Thtf all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not, with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin : Let thy good spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 Tho' I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford ; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy son. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring: The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. HYMN 183. M. 7's. 1 CfOV'REIGN ruler, Lord of all, jk!9 Prostrate at thy feet I fall ; Hear, oh hear my ardent cry ; Frown not, lest 1 faint and die. 2 Vilest of the sons of men, Worst of rebels I have been ! Oft abus'd thee to thy face, trampled on thy richest grace' PENITENTIAL; 184^8$ 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken heart: Justly might thy kindled ire Blast me in eternal fire. 4 But with thee there's mercy found* Balm to heal my ev'ry wound; Sooth, O sooth my troubled breast, Give a weary wand'rer rest. HYMN 184. L. M.— Watts, 1 gjjHOW pity Lord, O Lord forgive, Jl^ Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace; Great God thy nature hath no. boundj So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy laws, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art blear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinrief, Lbrd, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, "Would light on some sweet promise there; Some sure support against despair. HYMN 185 C. M.— StejotetT. 1 "EBRGSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, MT A guilty rebel lies, And upwards to the mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. S let not justice frown me hence, Stay, slay the vengeful storm; Forbid it that Omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torVents flow. I8G-87 CONVICTION AND 4 But no Buch sacrifice I plead, To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. HYMN 186. P. M. 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, G, 1 A S near to Calvary I pass, UTxl Methinks 1 see a bloody cross, Where a poor victim hangs; His flesh with rugged irons tore, His limbs all drest in purple gore, Gasping in dying pangs. 2 Surpris'd the spectacle to- see, I ask'd who can this victim be, In such exquisite pain? Why thus consign'd to woes 1 I cri'd; "Tis I," the bleeding God repli'd, "To save a world from sin." 3 A God for rebel mortals dies! How can it be, my soul replies ! What! Jesus die for me! "Yes," saith the suft'ring Son of God, "I gave my life, I spilt my blood, For thee, poor soul, for thee." 4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely giv'n, To bring my wretched soul to heav'n, And bless me with thy love; Then at thy feet, U God, I'll fall, Give thee my life, my soul, my all, To reign with thee above. HYMN 187. C. M.— Watts. OH, the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore; When knotty whips and rugged thorns His sacred body tore • "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head, Lreak, break, my heart, O burst mine CJ'06 And let any Borrows bleed. PENITENTIAL. 188-89 4 Strike, mighty grace, "my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mino eyes In undissembled woe. HYMN 188. L. M.— Hart. 1 M^h F0R a glance of heav'nly day, %JF To melt this stubborn stone away; And thaw with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake, The seas can roar, the mountains shake, Of feelings all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, What but an adamant would melt? But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine. 4 Eternal Spirit, mighty God, Apply within the Saviour's blood; •Tis his rich blood, and his alone, Can move and melt this heart of stone. HYMN 189. P. M., 9, 8, 9, 8,9,7, 8, &. 1 ^^OME all ye tender hearted Christians, %-J O come and help me for to mourn,, To see the son of God a bleeding, And view his prec'ous body torn. Behold him praying in the garden, With his body bowed down, And the bloody sweat so running, That drops were falling to the ground. 2 He was a man of constant sorrow, And went a mourner all his days; With sore distress was well acquainted, But never went in sinful ways. The foxes have their holes provided, And the birds they have their nests, But the son of man had no where To lay his weary head to rest. 3 Behold him when the soldiers took hlnr, And led him unto Pilate's bar! O come ye tender hearted Christians, And view your dear Redeemer thena; 190 CONVICTION, &C, Behold him when he was condemned, Wearing of a thorny crown, And his tender temples pierced, Until the blood came running down. 4 And then behojd the soldiers take him, And nail him to a shameful tree: O ! see him on the cross a bleeding, His soul in mortal agony ! Hark, now the legal thunders smite him, Lo, his burden'd bosom heave! Look how deep your sins have stung him, 0, dying sinners, look and llvei 6 They laid him in a new sepulchre, Where- never man was laid bafore ; He burst the bars of death asunder, And brought salvatjon to the poor, And now, he is gone up to heaven, Pleading there our ca*use on high; Christians, soon we*ll follow after, Our Lord to see and glorify. HYMN 190. C. M.— Newton, 1 1"N evil long I took delight JL Unaw'd by shame or fear; Till a new object struck my sight, And stopt my wild career.) 2 1 saw one hanging on a tree In agonies and blood, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 Sure never to my latest breath Can I forget that look ; It seem'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he spoke. 4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there. 5 A second look he gave, which said "I freely all forgive; "This blood is for thy ransom paid: "I die that thou may'st live." 6 With pleasing grief and mournful Joy, My spirit how is fill'd ; That I should such a life destroy, Vet live by hira I kill'd. . A3 INVITING, &C 191-9$g HYMN 191. C. M.— Watts, ND now the scales have left mine eyes, i. Now I begin to see ; the curs'd deeds my sins have done, What murd'rous things they be. 2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore? Monsters, that stain'd those heav'nly limbs With floods of purple gore? $ Was it for crimes that I had done, My dearest Lord was slain, When justice seiz'd God's only Son, And put his soul to pain? 4 Forgive my guilt, O prince of peace, I'll wound my God no more ; -Hence from my heart, ye sins begone, For Jesus I adore. 5 Furnish me Lord, with heav'nly arms, From grace's magazine, And I'll proclaim eternal war, With ev'ry darling sin. 'C INVITING AND ENCOURAGING. HYMN 192. L. M. OME, sinners, to the gospel feast, There needs not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. •2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call— The invitation is to all : Come all the world, come sinner, thou, All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come all ye souls by sins cpprest, Ye restless wand'rers after rest: Ye poor and mairn'd, and halt and blind In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message as from God receive; You all may come to Christ and live: £) let his love your souls constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. 193-94 INVITING AND 5 Hiff love is mighty to compel; His conq'ring Jove consent to feci; Yield to his love's resistless pow'r, And fight against your God no more. g See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice ; His oft'er'd benefits embrace, And freely now be sav'd by grace, 7 This is the time, no more delay, The invitation is to-day; Come in this mo?nent at his call, And live for him who 'died for all. HYMN 193. C. M.— E. Jones. 1 if^CiME, guilty sinner, in whose breast hL^ A thousand thoughts revolve, Come with your guilt and soul opprest, And make this last resolve. 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin "Hath like a mountain rose: "I know his courts, I'll enter in, " Whatever may oppose. 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess: "I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, "Without his sov'reign grace. 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, "Perhaps will hear my pray'r; "But, if I perish, I will pray, "And perish only there. 5 " I can but perish if I go, "I am resolved to try; "For if I stay away, I know "I irust forever die." HYMN 191. P. M. 8, 7, 4.— Haiit. 3 &r^Q^" r, > ye s i nn ei'S, poor and needy, 'sLJ Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and pow'r; He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's fre<3 bounty glorify; ENCOURAGING. True belief and true repentance, Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh: Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you, 'Tis the spirit's glimm'ring beam. i Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruis'd and mangled by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all, Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. b Agonizing in the garden, Lot your maker prostrate lies! On the bloody tree behold himl Hear him cry before he dies, "It Is finish'd!" Sinners, will not this suffice? 6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending, Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude. None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven, Sweetly echo with his name, Hallelujah! Sinners here may do the same. HYMN 195. C. M.— Watts. 1 ~W ET ev'ry mortal ear attend, S-d And ev'ry heart rejoice ! The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho! ail ye hungry, starving souls Who feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind.— 196-97 INVITING AND 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams, And pine away and die; Here you may quench your raging thirst, With springs that never dry. 5 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open all the day ; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. HYMN 196. S. M.— Dobeiju 1 TW~0\V is th' accepted time, JL^I Now is the day of grace, Now, sinners, come without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day ; To-morrow? it may be too late, Then why should you delay? 3 Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come; And ev'ry promise in his word Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls And feast them with thy love; Then will the ansels clap their wings, And bear the news above ! HYMN 197. P. M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8:— Bode*. : And yet there is room." Luke xiv. 22, ME E dying sons of men, Immerg'd in sin and The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you; Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there yet is room. •2 No longer now delay, No vain excuses frame ; He bids you come to-day, Tho' poor, and blind, and lame. All things are ready, sinners, comef for ev'ry trembling soul there's room. - ENCOURAGING. 198 3 Compell'd by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring souls draw near; Christ calls you from above, His charming accent hear. Let whosoever will now come, In mercy's arms there yet is room. Now HYMN J98. P. M. 8's & 7% OW the Saviour stands a pleading At the sinner's bolted heart; in heav'n is interceding, Undertaking sinner's part CHORUS. Sinners can you hate that Saviour, Can you thrust him from your arms? Once ha died for your behaviour, Now he calls, inireats and warns. 2 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, Hear his gracious voice to-day ; Turn from all your base behaviour, Now return, repent and pray. Sinners, fyc, 3 be wise before you languish On a dying bed of strife i Endless joy or endless anguish Turn upon th' events of life. Sinners, &q. 4 Open now your hearts before him, Bid your Saviour welcome in; Now receive, love, and adore him, Take a full discharge from sin. Sinners, $>c. « Now he's waiting to be gracious, Now he stands and looks on thee; " See what kindness, love and pity, Shine around on you and me. Sinnerf, fre, 9 Come, for all things now are ready- Yet there's room for many more; O ye blind, ye lame and needy, Come to grace's boundless store. Sinners, fyo> 199-200 INVITING AND HYMN 199. L. M. 1 nj^O-DAY, if you will hear his voice, Ja. Now is the time to make your choice; Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 2 Ye wand'ring souls, who rind no rest. Say will you be forever blest? AVill you be sav'd from sin and hell- Will you with Christ in glory dwell? 3 Come now dear youth for ruin bound, Obey the gospel's joyful sound : Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 4 Once more we ask you in his name— For yet his love remains the same- Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ or no? 5 Leave all your sports and glitt'ring toys, Come share with us eternal joys; Or must we leave you bound to hell? Then, dear young friends, a long farewell. HYMN 200. C. M.— Medley. Whosoever will, let him come. Rev. xxii. 17. 1 ^T& H > what amazing words of grace %J Are in the gospel found! Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting soul3 Are freely welcome here ; Salvation, like a river rolls, Abundant, free and clear. S Come then, with all your wants and wounds, Your-ev'ry burden bring; Here love, unchangin? love abounds, A deep, celestial spring. 4 Whoever will, (0 gracious word!) Shall of this stream partake; Come thirsty souls and bless the Lord. And drink for Jesus' sake. 5 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace; Come then, and prove its virtues too, And drink, adora and bless. ENCOURAGING. 201- HYMN 201. C. M.— Dobell. 1 "157" E burden'd souls, to Jesus come, M. You need not be afraid ; He loves to hear poor sinners cry, He loves to hear them plead. 2 Ye humble souls to Jesus come, 'Tis he who made you see, Your wretched, ruin'd, helpless state, Your guilt and misery. 3 Christ is a friend to mourning souls- Then why should you despair, Since Saul and Mary Magdalene Found grace and mercy here? HYMN 202. M. 7's. 1 jf~^OME, ye weary souls oppress'd, i^J Find in Christ the promis'd rest: On him all your burdens roll, He can wound, and he make whole. 2 Ye that dread the wrath of God Come and wash in Jesus' blood ; To the son of David cry, In his word he's passing by. S Naked, guilty, poor and blind, All your wants in Jesus find; This the day of mercy is, Now accept the proifer'd bliss, 4 Debtors, who have nought to pay, Come to Jesus, haste away; All your sins on him were laid, All your debts the surety paid. 5 "It is finished," lo ! he cries, Ere on yonder cross he dies; O believe the record true, Jesus died for such as you. / M HYMN 203. C M._B Come and see. John L " 4G. JESUS, dear nam?, how sweet it sounds, Replete with balm for all my wounds ; His word declares his grace is free, Come, needy sinner, come an see. 204 INVITING AND 2 He left the shining courts on high, Came to this world to bleed and die; Jesus the God, hung on a treei Come, thoughtless sinner, come and see. 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, Till death had done its dreadful part; Yet his dear love still burns to thee— Come, trembling sinner, come and see. i 4 His blood will cleanse the foulest stain, And make the filthy leper clean; His fountain open stands for thee— Come, guilty sinner, come and see. 5 No tongue can tell what glories shine In our Immanuel, all divine ; O that in sweetest melody* Each heart may sing, "he died for me." HYMN 204 P. M. 6,6,6,6,8,8.— SmprARD. 1 ~^TE sin-sick souls draw near, JL And banquet with your king; His royal bounty share, And loud hosannas sing: Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, Here's blood to heal your dreadful wounds. 2 He's on the throne of grace, And waits to answer pray'r; What tho' thy sin and guilt, Like crimson doth appear; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all thy woes. 3 wond'rous love and grace! Did Jesus die for me? Were all my num'rous debts, Discharg'd on Calvary! Yes, Jesus died— the work is done! He did for all my sins atone. 4 On earth I'll sing his love, In heav'n I too shall join The ransom'd of the Lord, In accents all divine; And see my Saviour face to face, And ever dwell in his imbrace. £ncotjraging; 205*6 HYMN 205. C. M.— Hoskins. My son give me thine heart. Prov. xxiii. 28. * ^)&7~HAT language now salutes the ear ? ▼ T It is our Father's voice I Let all the world attentive hear, And ev'ry soul rejoice. 2 Sinner, he kindly speaks to thee, However vile thou art. "Here's grace and pardon, rich and free: "My son give me thy heart. 3 "For thee, a traitor, Jesus bled, And suffer'd dreadful smart: "For thee the Lord was crucified— "My son, give me thy heart. t 4 "Tho' thou hast long my grace withstood "And said to me departs "I claim the purchase of my blood— "My son, give me thy heart. 5 I'll form thee for myself alone, "And ev'ry good impart; "I'll make my great salvation known— "My son, give me thy heart." • 6 Come, Lord, and conquer now my heart, Set up in me thy throne; Bid sin and satan hence depart, And claim me as thine own. HYMN 206. L. M.— Gkigg. Beheld I stand at the door and knock. R$v. ii 1 "M3EH0LD the Saviour at thy door, JL* He gently knocks, has knock'd before; Has waited long, is waiting still, You treat no other friend so ill. 2 O lovely attitude! he stands, With melting heart and outstretch'd hands! matchless kindness! and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes. 3 Admit him— for the human breast Ne'er entertain'd so kind a guest; Admit him— or the hour's at hand, When at his bar, deni'd you'll stand. 4 Open my heart, Lord, enter in, Slay ev'ry foe, and conquer sin; 1 now to thee my all resign, My body, soul, shall all be thine. 207-9 INVITING ANIX HYMN 201. C. M. 1 "H"ESUS, redeemer of mankind, fcjl Thy saving power display ; Thy mercy now may sinners find, And know their gracious day. 2 Ah, give them, Lord, a longer space, Nor suddenly consume; But let them take the proffcr'd grace, And flee the wrath to come. 3 Open their eyes thy cross to view, Their ears to hear thy cries : Sinners, the Saviour weeps for you, For you he weeps and dies. 4 All the day long he meekly stands, The rebels to receive: And shows his wounds and spreads hl3 hands, And bids you turn and live. HYMN 208. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4. 1 DINNERS, hear, for Goi" hath spoken, ►^5 'Tis the God that reigns on high: lis whose law the world has broken, Sends you tidings of great joy : Hear his message, Hear it, sinners, lest you die. 2 Hear the gospel, sinners, hear it, Joyful news from heaven it brings ; Here's a fountain, O draw near it, Open'd by the king of kings: Living water, Thence in streams eternal springs. 3 Sinners, hear— why will you perish? Death to life, O why prefer? "Why your vain delusions cherish, Why from truth persist to err: Wisdom calls you, Happy they who learn of her. HYMN 209. C. M — Kent. Physician. Mark v. 25-29. 1 ^TE sin-sick souls, dismiss your fears, JSL The halt, the lame, the blind; Come touch the garment Jesus wear?. Your healing there you'll find. ENCOUE AGING. 210-11 2 Surround sd with ten thousand cares, And sad beyond degree; Yet in this garment Jesus wears, There's healing still for thee. 3 Come, stretch the wither'd hand to-day, For Christ is passing by; Your case admits of no delay, Unless ye touch, ye die. l Thro' ev'ry crowd to Jesus press, When sin torments the mind; Peace pard'nlng blood and righteousness In his dear name you'll find. HYMN 210. C. M.— Hoskiks. It is well, 2 Kings iv. 26. 1 1T T shal1 be wel1 let sinners know, Ja_ With those who love the Lord ; His saints have always found it so, When resting on his word. 2 Peace then, ye chasten'd sons of God: Why let your sorrows swell? Wisdom directs your Father's rod His word says, it is well. 3 Tho' you may trials sharp endure, From sin, or death, or hell, Your heav'nly Father's Love is sure, And therefore it is well. 4 Soon will your sorrows all be o'er, And you shall sweetly tell, On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore, That all at last is well. HYMN 211. C. M.— Steele The Saviour's invitation. John vii. 37, • a FB^HE Saviour calls— let ev'ry ear M. Attend the heav'nly sound; Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For ev'ry thirsty longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart) ' To banish mortal woe. - ' ' H 212-13 INVITING, &C 3 H^re springs of sacred pleasure rise, To ease your ev'ry pain : (Immortal fountain! full supplies!) Nor shall you thirst in vain. 4 Ye sinners come, 'tis mercy's voice, The gracious call obey : Mercy invites to heav'nly joys- Arid can you yet delay? 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink and never die. HYMN 212. C M. 1 TET&ETURN, O wand'rer, to thy home, K, The father calls for thee, No longer then an exile roam, In guilt and misery. 2 Return, O wand'rer, to thy home, 'Tis Jesus calls for thee; The spirit and the bride say— come; O, now for refuge flee. a Return, O wand'rer, to thy home, 'Tis madness to delay ; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day. 4 Return, O wand'rer, noto return, Thy God forbids delay; O stay not for to-morrow's sun, Thy life may end to-day. HYMN 213. P. M. 7's. & 6's. Drooping souls. 1 TTTkROOPlNG souls, no longer grieve, If Heaven is prcpit'ous- If you do in Christ believe, You will find him tirecious; Jesus now is passing by, And he calls you to him, He has died for you and me, O, then come and view him. 2 From his hands, his feet, his side $ Flows the healing fountain; i^ec the purple swelling tide, Doundless as Aha ocean- ic FAITH & CONVERSION. 214 Fee the living waters move, For the sick and dying ; Now resolve to gain his love, Or to perish trying. 3 Gospel grace is always free, Drooping souls to gladden; Hence he says, "Come unto mo, "Weary, heavy laden." Tho' your sins like mountains rise, Rise and reach to heaven, Yet, if you on him believe, All shall be forgiven. * Now, methinks, I hear one say, I will go and prove him ; If he takes my sins away, Surely 1 will love him: Come, my Saviour, come and smile, Smiling moves my burden; I am guilty, poor and vile, Yet thou canst me pardon. 5 Streams of mercy, how they flow! Surely now I feel it: Half has never yet been told— O could 1 reveal it! Jesus' blood has heat'd my wounuv, O the wond'rous story I 1 was lost, but now I'm found, Glory, glory, glory. If no greater joys were known In the starry region, 1 would try to travel on, In this pure religion. Heaven's here, and heaven's there, Glory here and yonderi Brightest angels join with me, To adore and wonder. «£©©— FAITH AND CONVERSION. — »►►© © *««•— HYMN 214. C M.— Tumsmi. Hj^AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, Ja. 1 And saves me from its snares; Its aid in ev'ry duty brines, And softens all my carea. 215-16 FAITH AND 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, And lishts the sacred fire Of love to God and heav'nly things, And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r. The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live. 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign, And bids me seek my portion there, Nor bids me seek in vain. HYMN 215- C. M.— Watts. * T^/fTlSTAKEN souls, that dream cf heav'n, ITtl And make their empty boast, Of inward joys and sins forgiv';;, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights, If faith be cold and dead: None but a living power unites To Christ the living head. 3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart, : Tis faith that works by love; Tbat bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and heil By a celestial pow'r; This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. HYMN 216. L. M. —Watts; 1 TVfOT the best deeds that we have dona A^t Can make a wounded conscience whole ; Faith is the grace, and faith alone, That flies to Christ, and saves the soul. 2 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word, Fain would I have my soul renew'd : I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord To have it pardon'd and subdu'd. 3 Oh! may thy grace its pow'r display, Let guilt and death no longer reign; Save me in thy appointed way, Nor let my humble faith be vain. M CONVERSION. 217-4$ HYMN 217. C. M.^Watts, * £\ GOD of mercy hear my call^ %Jr My load of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall That bars me from thy love. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace; Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. 3 No blood of goats or heifers slain For sin could e'er atone; The death- of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert My God will ne'er despise; An humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. HYMN 218. C. M. i "H" ASK the gift of rigbt'ousness, Ja. The sin subduing pow'r: Pow'r to believe and go in peace, And never grieve thee more. 2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd, The liberty from sin, The grace infus'd, the love reveal'd, Thy kingdom fii'd within. 8 Art thou not able to convert, Art thou not willing too, To change this bold rebellious heart, To conquer and renew? 4 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe, So arm me with thy pow'r, That I to sin shall never cleave, Shall never feel it more. HYMN 219. S. M. 1 HEATHER, I dare believe J8? Thee merciful and true; l'j-iou wilt my guilty soul forgive, My fallen soul renew. I S Come then for Jesus' sake, And bid my heart be clean : An end to all my troubles make, An end of all my sin. 220-21 FAITH AND 3 I cannot wash my heart But by believing thee; And waiting for thy blood t' impart The spotless purity. 4 While at thy cross I lie, Jesus, thy grace bestow ; Now thy all cleansing- blood apply, And make me white as snow. '€ HYMN 220. C. M.— Toplady, " Christ is all in all." Col. iii. 11. OMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside. No comeliness I see; The one thing needful, dearest Lord, Is to be one with thee. S The sense of thy expiring love Into my soul convey ; Thyself bestow! for thee alone, My All in All I pray. 3 Less than thyself will not suffice, My comfort to restore ; More than thyself I cannot crave, Nor canst thou give me more. 'm HYMN 221. L. M. Behold he pruyeth. Acts ix. 11. INCE, Lord, thy mighty grace did cali A bloody persecuting Saul, Let none despair— here God displays His sov'reign pow'r,— " Behold he prays." 2 The soul that's truly born of God, Delights to run the heav'nly road; He mourns for sin, and hates the ways Which lead to death, "Behold he prays." 3 He Hies from works, to Jesus' blood, Yet proves by works he's born of God ; He runs with ioy in Zion's ways, And to his God, "Behold he prays." 4 : In heav'n, each praying soul shall 6CC Salvation was both rich and free ; And thro' eternal ages raise Their 'song to great Jehovah's praise. CONVERSION. 222-21 HYMN 222. C. M.— Watts. 1 "SSfOW sad our state by nature is.' JO. Our sin how deep it stains-! And Satan hinds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sov'reisn grace - Sounds from the sacred word ; Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust a faithful Lord. 3 My soul obeys the gracious call ! And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord! O help my unbelief. 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest die. 5 A guilty, weak and helpless worm, Into thy arms I fall; Be thou my strength and right'ousness, My Jesus and my all. HYMN 223. G. M.— Steele. The Saviour. John iv. 42. 1 Ffn H F. Saviour! oh, what endless charms _H_ Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influ'nce ev'ry fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effusions flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin And doom'd to endless woe. 3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine, Of bliss, a boundless store ; Dear Saviour let me call thee mine, I cannot wish for more. 4 On thee alone my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. HYMNT 224. P. M. 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7 : 7 } 6 : ! ~N OW, ah! now, I yield, I yield, With all my sins to part; 225-26 faith an# Jesus, speak my pardon seal'd, And purify my heart! Purge the love of sin away, Then I into nothing fall; Then I see the perfect day, And Christ is all in all. 2 Jesns, now our hearts inspire With that pure love of thine, Kindle now the heav'nly fire, To brighten and refine; Purify our faith like gold : All the dross of sin remove; Melt our spirits down, and mould Into thy perfect love. HYMN 235, L. M.— Cennick, Seeking pardon. Ps. xxvii. 8. 1 IT < 0RD > at thy feet I prostrate fall, JL4 Oppress'd with fears, to thee I call; Reveal thy pard'ning love to me, And set my captive spirit free. 2 Hast thou not said, "Seek ye my face?" The invitation I embrace ; I'll seek thy face, thy Spirit give! O! let me see thy face and live. s I'll seek thy face with cries and tears, With secret sishs and fervent pray'rs; And if not heard I'll waiting sit, And perish at my Saviour's feet. 4 But canst thou, Lord, behold my pain, And bid me seek thy face in vain ! Thou wilt not, canst not me deceive, The soul that saeks thy face shall live. HYMN 226. S. M.— Watts. Y God. permit my tongue This joy to call thee mine ; And let my earthly cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty, fainting soul . Thy mercy does implore, Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water mora. CONVERSION. 227-28 S Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy pow'r and glory to behold, And feel thy quick'ning grace. 4 Foj life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd with this, To serve and praise the Lord. HYMN 337. P. M. 8's & 7's.— Newtojt. ,£ Bartimeus. Mark x. 48. *WII ERCY > ° thou son of David, xYJH Thus blind Bartimeus cri'd, "Others by thy grace are saved, "O vouchsafe to me thine aid." For his crying many chid him, But he cri'd the louder still, Till his gracious Saviour bade him. "Come and ask me what you will." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us'd to live; Yet he a.sk'd and Jesus granted Alms that none but he can give. "Lord remove this grievous blindness, "Let mine eyes behold the day-" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. SNnw methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; "Friends, is not my case amazing, "What a Saviour I have found; "0! that all the blind but knew him "Or would be advis'd by me; "Sure if they would come unto him, "He would cause them all to see." HYMN 238. C. M BnoWN. *f§" OKD, at thy feet we sinners lie, M_J And knock at mercy 's door ; With heavy heart and downcast eye, Thy favor we implore. In deep distress we seek thy face Forgiveness to receive, We trust our souls are taught thro' grace Our debtors to forgive. 229-30 faith and S Tis pardon wo Implore, O let thy bowels move! Thy grace is an exhaustlcss store, And thou thyself art love. 4 0! for thine own, for Jesus' sake, Our many sins forgive; Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, And breaking soon relieve. 5 Mercy, good Lord, mercy we plead, This is the total sum; Mercy thro' Christ, mercy we need, Lord, let thy mercy come. HYMN 339. M. 7's.— Hammosd. 1 dT* RACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear, mLS~ My requests vouchsafe to hear ; Sore distress'd with guilt am I, Give me Christ or else I die. 2 Wealth and honour I disdain, Earthly comforts all are vain ; These can never satisfy, Give me Christ or else I die. S Lord, deny me v. hat thnu wilt, Only take away my guilt; Mourning at thy feet I lie, Give me Christ or else I die. 4 All unholy and unclean, I am nothing else but sin ; On thy mercy I rely, Give me Christ or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the lost, In thy grace alone I trust; "With my earnest suit comply, Give me Christ or else I die. C O, my God, what shall 1 say? Take, O take my sins away .- Jesus' blood to me apply; Give me Christ or else I die. HYMN 330. L. M.— Pbes. Davies. IORD, I am thine, entirely thine, A Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine; "With full consent thine would I be, And own thy sov'reign right in me. CONVERSION. 231-32 2 Grant one poor sinner more, a place Among the children of thy grace; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransom'd by Immanuers blood. 3 Thee, my new master, now I call, Ami consecrate to thee my all; Lord let me live and die to thee— Be thine thro' all eternity. HYMN 231. M. 7's.— Newton 3 1 /gT^OME my soul, thy suit prepare, t&J Jesus loves to answer pray'r : He himself hath bid thee pray, Rise and ask without delay. 3 With my burden I begin, Lord ! remove this load of sin ! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Bet my conscience free from guilt. 8 Lord ! 1 come U thee for rest, Take possession of my breast. ; There thy sov'reign right maintain. And without a rival reign. 4 Shew me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew ; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die thy people's death. HYMN 232. C. M. 1 IT LANGUISH for a sight M. Of him who reigns on high; Jesus' my soul's supreme delight,. For hira alone I sigh. 2 O that I knew the place Where I might find my God. And make the arms of his embrace My soul's secure abode. 8 Near to his mercy's seat, Where grace triumphant reigns, I'd come and worship at his feet, And tell him all ray pains. 4 The arguments I'd use My troubles should suggest; Nor can my blessed Lord refuse The cause of the distressed. 233-35 FAITH & CONVERSION, 5 O Jesus bring me near, New life, new strength impart, Banish at, once my slavish fear, And dwell within my heart. HYMN 333. C. M.— Newton. 1 A PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat ^~3§l Where Jesus answers pray'r: There humbly fall before his feet, For noiie can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh ; Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By satan sorely prest: By wars without and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 8 Be thou my shield and hiding place; That shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face. And tell him, "Thou hast died" HYMN 234. C. M.— Watts. Conversion. Math, xviii. 3. 1 /piHRIST'S faithful word his solemn pledga iLy Forever shall endure; He, both the Saviour and the Judge, Hath seal'd the sentence sure. 2 "Except converted, born anew, Like children you become, My kingdom hath no place for you, Nor heav'n a final home." 8 In vain for outward sins you mourn ; Or change from sect to sect, Unless from love of sin you turn; You cannot heav'n expect. HYMN 235. C. M. 1 T^TEPUS, my life, thyself apply, fcj Thy holy spirit breathe; My vile affections crucify, Conform me to thy death. REGENERATION. 236 -2 Conq'ror of hell, and earth and sin, Still with the rebel strive: Enter my soul and work within, And kill and make alive. 3 Reign in me, Lord, thy foes control, Who would not own thy sway; Diffuse thine image through my soul, Shine to the perfect day. i Scatter the last remains of sin, And seal me thine abode; make me glorious all within, A temple built by God. ■®@€>— - 'S REGENERATION, ■~io t O® Q ti'i — HYMN 236. C. M.— Hoskins, Ye must be born again. John iii. 7. INNER.S ! this solemn truth regard ! Hear all ye sons of men; For Christ, the Saviour, har.h declar'd 'Ye must be horn again." 2 What'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain: Thus saith the glorious son of God, "Ye must be born again." 3 Our nature's totally deprav'd, The hearc a sink of sin: Without a change we can't be sav'd "Ye must be born again." a That which is born of flesh is flesh, And flesh it will remain; Then marvel not that Jesus saith, "Ye must be horn again." 1 Spirit of life ! thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain: Bear witness, Lord, with ev'ry heart, That we are born again, i Dear Saviour we willnow begin, To trust and love thy word; And by forsaking ev'ry sin Prpye we are born of God, 237 REGENERATION. HYMN 337. P. M. 8, 8,6, 8, 8, G.-Ockcm. 1 A WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, J-% My soul in guilt and thrall I found, Expos'd to endless woe; Eternal truth did loud proclaim, The sinner must be born again Or else to ruin go. 2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell Which way to shun the sates of hell, For death and hell drew neir. I strove indeed, but strove in vain— The sinner must be born again, Still sounded in mine ear. 3 When to the law I trembling fled, It pour'd its curses on my head; I no relief could find. - This fearful truth increased my pain. The sinner must he born again, O'erwhelm'd my tortur'd mind. 4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy an my soul, A vast oppressive load; Alas! I read and saw it plain, The sinner must he born again ( Or feel the wrath of God. 5 The saints I heard with rapture tell How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, /nd broke the fowler's snare: Y& when I found this truth remain, The sinner must be born again, I sunk in deep despair. 6 But while I thus in anguish lay, Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd this way, I felt his pity move: The sinner by his justice slain, Now by his grace is horn again, And sings redeeming love. •l To heaven the joyful tidings flew, The angels tun'd their harps anew, And loft'er notes did raise; All hail the Lamb that once was slain, Unnumber'd millions born again, Will shout thy endless praise. REGENERATION. 288-89 HYMN 338. L. M. Bom not of blood— but of God. John i. 13. 1 &, SSIST my soul, my heav'nly king, J^SL Thine everlasting love to sing: And joyful spread thy praise abroad, As one through grace that's born of God, 2 No, it was not the will of man, My soul's new heavenly birth began, Nor will, nor pow'r of flesh and blnod, That turn'd my heart from sin to God, 3 Herein let self be all abas'd, And heav'nly love alone confess'd ; This be my song through all the road, That born I am, and born of God. 4 O may this love my soul constrain To make returns of love again, That I, while earth is ray abode, May live like one that's born of God. 5 And when th' appointed hour shall come, And thou wilt call me to my home ; Joyful I'll pass the chilling flood, And sing and say, I'm born of God. HYMN 339. C. M.— Wallin. 1 'JOTAIL' ! mishty Jesus, how divine jeLM. Is thy victorious sword, The stoutest rebel must resign At thy commanding word. •2 Deep are the wounds thy arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart; Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart. 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh, Ride with majestic sway: Go forth, sweet prince, triumphantly, And make thy foes obey. 4 And when thy victories are complete, When all the chosen race Shall round the throne of glory meet, To sing thy conquering grace.— 5 may my humble soul be found Among that favor'd band! And I, with them, thy praise will sound R Throughout Immanuel's land. 240-42 THE CONVERT. HYMN 340. C. M. Watts. "Prayer for the toitness of the Spirit, HY should the children of a king Go mourning all their days ? Great comforter descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints And seal the heirs of heav'n? When wiit thou banish my complaints And show my sins forgiv'n? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood ; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God. A Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial dove, Will safe convey me home. HYMN 341. P. M. 6 lines, S's. Prayer for assurance. 1 IP^OME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, *LJ Bea: witness that I'm born again; Come, and baptize me, Lord, with fire, Nor let a cloud or doubt remain: Give me the sense of sins forgiv'n, Sweet foretaste of approaching heav'n. 2 Oh ! give me now a gracious seal, That ascertains the kingdom mine: True holiness I long to feel, The signature of love divine; O shed it in my heart abroad, Fulness of love, of heav'n, of Gods w THE CONVERT. •—•►►© @ ©4*««— HYMN 242. L. M. A hymn for young converts. HEN converts first begin to sing, Their happy souls are on the wing THE CONVERT. 243 Their theme is all redeeming love, j Fain would they be with Christ above. 5 With admiration they behold The love of Christ that can't be told ; *. They view themselves upon the shore, And think the battle all is o'er. B They feel themselves quite free from pain, And think their enemies are slain: They make no doubt but all is well, § And Satan is cast down to hell. 4 They wonder why old saints don't sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring- Ring with melodious, joyful sond, Because a prodigal is found. 5, But 'tis not long before they feel " Their feeble souls begin to reel ; They think their former hopes are vain, And they are bound in Satan's chain. 6 The morning that did shine so bright, Is turned to the shades of night; Their harps that did with music ring Are now untun'd in ev'ry string. 7 O foolish child! why didst thou boast In the enlargement of thy coast; "Why dost thou think to fly away Before thou leav'st this feeble clay. 8 Come take up arms, and face the field ; Come, gird on harness, sword and shield; Stand fast in faith, fight for your king, And soon the vict'ry you shall win. 9 "When Satan comes to tempt your minds. Then meet him with these blessed lines: For Christ, our Lord, hath swept the field, And we're determin'd not to yield. HYMN 243. P. M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, g; '; * A RISE, my soul arise, _£m. Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In thy behalf appears. Before the throne my surety stands, .) My name is written on his hands, IS He ever lives above, I For me to intercede: 244 THE CONVERT. His all redeeming love, . His precious blood to plead: His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effect'al pray'rs, They strongly speak for me: Forgive him, O foreive, they cry, Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One; He cannot turn away The presence of his son. His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 flly God is reconcil'd,- His pard'ning voice I hear ; He owns me tor his child, I can no longer fear. With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. HYMN 244. P. M. 8's & 7's.— Robinson, i if^OME, thou fount of cv'ry blessing, ^J Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call. for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: Praise the mount, I'm fix'd upon it* Mount of thy redeeming love! 2 Hera I'll raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger. "Wand'ring from the fold of God; • He to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood! 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, • Bind my wand'ring heart to thec : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it- Prone to leave the God 1 love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it Seal it for thy courts above. .5- THE CONVERT. 24 HYMN 245. C. M— Mason. Pearl of great price. Matth. xiii. 4 6. * "B"'VE found the pearl of greatest prices JJ. My heart exults with joy; And sing 1 must— a Christ I have, O what Christ have I! 2 Christ is my father and my friend, My hrother and my love; My head, my hope, my counsellor, My advocate ahovc. 3 My Clirtst, he is the heav'n of heav'ns,! My Christ, what shall I call? My Christ is first, my Christ is last, My Christ is all in all. HYMN 246. L. M — Hosicms. Whereas I was blind, nov> I see. John Lx. 23. 1 "i^r ovv ' !et m y soul with wonder trace JJ% The Saviour's miracle of grace ; Now let my lips and life record The loving kindness of the Lord. 2 Till late I fancied all was well, - Tho' walking in the road to hell; But now, thro' grace divinely free, I who was blind, am brought to sec 3 Long had I slept in nature's night, But Jesus came and gave -me light ! Ten thousand praises, Lord, to thee, That tho' born blind, yet now I see, i Lorn* had I wollow'd in my sin Blind to the dangers I was in; Bat now appeal, great God, to thee That tho' once blind, yet new I sec. b Long did I on the law rely, And pass the friend of sinners by; But what a glorious mystery! Tho' I was blind, yet now I see! 6 Strengthen, O Lord, my mental sight, : Increase my faith, increase my light; Then shall I praise the sacred Three. In time and in eternity. c. HYMN 247. P. M. 6, 6, 9 } 6, 6, OIVIE all ye happy race Who are ransom'd by grace. 248 THE CONVERT* By the grace that is free for us all : Come apd hear, come and feel, "While with rapture I tell "What my Saviour hath done for my soul. S He removed my guilt Through the Mood that he spilt, And new life from his death I recer. , Then I sung the new song, - With my heart and my tongue, And my soul to salvation heliev l d. 3 His adorable grace Through my life I can trace, And through scenes of affliction go on: "With my Saviour in view, The high prize I'll pursue, Nor be weary, nor faint as I run. 4 The good shepherd shall keep His once Wandering sheep, Who are bro't to his fold he'll defend. 'Twas his blood that I cost, And I shall not be lost, If I hold on my way to the end. HYMN 248. P. M. 7's. & 6's.— Newton, i "WJTOW lost was my condition JLJL Till Jesus made me whole! Tftere is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick souli The worst of all diseases, Is lignt compar'd with sin,' On ev'ry part it seizes, Put rages most within. From men great skill professing*. 1 thought a cure to gain; But this prov'd more distressing, And added to my pain- Some said that nothing ail'd me, Some gave me up lor lost, Thus every refuge fail'd me, And all my hopes were cross'd. At length this great Physician—' How matchless is his grace t Accepted my petition, And undertook my case- Next door to death he found me,' And snatch'd me from the grave," To tell to all around mo, His wond'rous pow'r to save. 1 ^^1^ ~ »"W THE CONVERT. §52- HYMN 252. P. M. tf's & 7's.— Wistghoye. 1 VJ~AIL! my ever blessed Jesus, JOL Only thee I wish to sing ; To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my prophet, priest and king. CHORUS. O help one V praise nri loving Saviour, O for what he's done for me, Glory, honor and salvation, Christ the Lord, tuts come to reign. 2 O what mercy flows from heaven, O what joy and happiness ! Love I much? I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace 1 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir, Praise the Lamb enthron'd above, Whilst astonish'd I admire God's free grace and boundless love. 4 That blest moment I receiv'd him, FillM my soul with joy and peace, Love I much? I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace! HYMN 253. L. M.— Cennick, 1 TT ESUS > my all. to heav'n is gone, &9 He whom 1 fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue, The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment. The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. S This is the way I Ion? have sought, And mourn'd because 1 found it not; My grief a burden long had been, Because I was not sav'di'from sin. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I felt its weight and guilt the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, Come hither, soul, " I am the way." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, whose I am: Nothing but self have I to give, ftothing but love shajj I receive, 254-55 THE CONVERT. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour 1 have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood. And say " Eehold the way to God." HYMN 254. C. M.— Rylahd. 1 TN all my Lord's appointed ways, J8. My journey I'll pursue; Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints, For I must go with you. 2 Thro' floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where he goes ; Hinder me not, shall be my cry, Tho' earth and hell oppose. 3 Thro' duty and thro' trials tooj I'll go at his command ; Hinder me not, for I am bound To my Immanuel's land.) 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be, Hinder me not— come welcome Lord, I'll gladly go with thee. HYMN 255. L. M. 1 tf"fc H > wnat amazing love is this I %_y On earth I taste immortal bliss; I feel that voice which is divine, And know that Jesus Christ is mine. 2 He leads me on the heav'nly road, And feeds my soul with angel's food ; My soul how free his goodness flows ! His bleeding love no limit knows. 3 My soul hath found my Christ to-day, I feel my darkness done away ; His presence made my bars remove, And, oh, I feast on heav'nly love. 4 I feel my sins are all forgiv'n, This is my Christ, my all, my heav'n? My soul begins her lasting theme, '■All glory to my God the Lamb." THE CONVERT. 256-5? HYMN 256. C. M. |H', for a thousand tongues to sing ' My dear Redeemer's, praise! he glories of my God and King, &The triumphs of his grace! r My gracious Master and my God', Assist m& to proclaim, To spread thro' all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life and health and peace. 4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin, He sets the pris'ner free; His blood can make the foulest clea»i His blood avail'd for me. 5 Had I ten thousand thousand tongues-, Not one should silent be; Hod I ten thousand thousand hearts, I'd give them all to thee. HYMN 257. S. M.— Hammond-. WAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; ake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue To praise the Saviour's name. £ Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rising pow'r ; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing on your heav'nly way, Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day' In Christ th' eternal king. 4 Soon shaU we hear him say, . "Ye blessed children, come;" Soon will he call us hence awayi And take his wand'rers home. 5 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song OJ Mosea and the Lamb. 258-GO THE CONVERT. HYMN 258. S. M.— Newton. 1 A MAZING grace, how sweet the sound i .rm. That sav'd a wretch like me I lonce was lost but now am found— "Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd ; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd. 3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares I have already come: 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 And when this flesh and heart shall (ail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. HYMN 259. S. M. 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, _/-5L A God to glorify; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil; O ! may it all my pow'rs engage To do my master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live: And O ! thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely.- Assur'd if 1 my trust betray, I shall forever die. . HYMN2G0. C. M.— Doddridge l Cor. ix. 24. 1 %. WAKE, my soul I stretch eVry nerve, ^tm. And press with vigour on; A neav'nly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. — 1-- THE CHRISTIAN. 264-65 7 Sorrow and Bin shall then expire, When enter'd into rest, I only live my God t' admire, My God forever blest! 3 My steadfast soul irom falling free, Shall then no longer rove; But Christ be all the world to me, And all my heart be love. HYMN £64 C. M.— Watts. The Christian's confidence. % "^K7'HEN I can read my title clear V ▼ To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. ? Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,' Let storms of sorrow fall ; So I but safely reach my home. My God, my heav'n, my alL 4 There shall 1 bathe my weary soul In seas of heaVnly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. HYMN 265. L. M. 1 T ET thoughtless thousands choose the road JLA That leads the soul away from God; Tins happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely thine. S On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, From him, my life, my all receive; To him devote my fleeting hours. Serve him alone with all my pow'rs. 3 Christ is my everlasting all, To him I look, on him I call; He will my ev'ry want supply, in time, and thro' eternity. 266-67 THE CHRISTIAN. HYMN 266. C. M. 1 TTESU8, the Saviour of my soul, Qjf Be thou my hearts delight; Ever to me the same remain, My joy by day and night. 2 Hungry and thirsty after thee May I he found each hour, Humble in heart, and happy kept By thine Almighty power. 3 O may I never once forget What a poor worm I ami From death and hell recieem'd by blood, The blood of God's dear Lamb. ,. 4 May thy blest Spirit, in my heart, Most sweetly shed abroad The love of my incarnate God, Who bought me with his blood, 5 The mystery of redeeming love Be ever dear to me; And may the flesh and blood of Christ My daily manna be. HYMN 267. C. M.— Watts. ' T%^B" Y G od, the spring of all my joys, 1TJL The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if thou appear," My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. J My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Hun up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 'j Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through ev'ry foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conq'rer through. _l THE CHRISTIAN. 268-69 HYMN 268. L. M.—Gbigg. Not ashamed of J earn. 1 "f ESUS ' and sha11 u ever be > *J A mortal man asham'd of thee I Asham'd of thee whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let ev'ning blush to own a star ; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he? Bright morning Star bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush— be this my shame, \ That I no more revere his name. 5 Now then— nor is my boasting vain- Yes now, I'll boast a Saviour slain i And, O may this my glory be; That Christ is not asham'd of mer HYMN 269. C. M.— Watts, . Holy fortitude, l Cor. xvi. 13. 1 /^ M I a soldier of the cross, jtm. A fbllow'r of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name '■ 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowry beds of ease? While others fought to win the prize And sailed through bloody seas. 3 Are there no foes for me to face, Must I not stem the flood* Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? i Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar, With faith's discerning eye. 270-71 THE CHRISTIAN 6 When that illustr'ous day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine. HYMN 210. C. M. \ f H1HE cross of Jesus purines, JL From self and sin sets free; His cross does make us truly wise, And brings humility. 2 Reproaches, persecution, shame,— These must the Christian bear; But when sustain'd for Jesus' name, How light these burthens are? 3 Must we endure some earthly loss, Some keen distresses prove? If these are part of Jesus' cross, We'll bear them all in love. 4 Must sharp temptations too beset. And inward conflicts seize? The faithful soul will not forget That these shall end in ease. 5 When sin is dead our spirits rest, Comfort and peace are giv'n, The inner man serenely blest, We taste the joys of heav'n. HYMN 211. S. M.— Heath, [Watch and pray. Mat. xxvi. 41. 1 1WBT Y soul be on tn y S uaTd > IT B Ten thousand foes arise ; Anu hosts of sin are pressing hard ; To draw thee from ths skies. 2 watch, and fight and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly ev'ry day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor once at ease sit down; Thy arduous work will not be done. 'Till thou hast got thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee at thy parting breath Up to his blest abode. THE CHRISTIAN. 272-73 HYMN 272. P. M. ll's.— LeiwadJ^ 1 Trj'OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, JLJL Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled. 2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, " As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be. 3 "Fear not, I am with thee, be not dismay'd, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless ; And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 6 When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flames shall not hurt thee, I only desien, Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. ,6 Even down to old age, all my people shall prove ' My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love , - And when hoary hairs shall these temples adorn, • Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 1 Ths soul that on Jesus hath lean'd' for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes ; That soul, tho' all hell should endeavour to shake, 1 11 never— no never— no never forsake." HYMN 273. C. M. f fcP E JOICE, believer in the Lord, MA> Who makes your cause his own: The hope that's built upon his word Can ne'er be overthrown. .2 Tho many foes beset your road, And feeble is your arm, ' Your life is hid with Christ in God, Beyond the reach of harm. 3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint. Or fainting shall not die; . Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint Will aid you from on high. 274-75 THE CHRISTIAN. 4 As surely as he overcame And triumph'd once for you, So surely you that love his name Shall triumph in him too. HYMN 274. M. 7's.— Cowpeb. Refuge for the temvted. Deut. xxxih. 23, 1 WESUS, lover of my soul, #P Let me to thy bosom fly; While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is nigh! 2 Bide me, my Saviour, hide, Till the siorm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 3 Other refuee have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone- Still support and comfort me! 4 All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee 1 bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shawdow of thy wing. 5 Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart- Rise to all eternity! HYMN 275. C. M.— Doddridge, J TesUS. I love ihy charming name, QjP 'Tis music to my -Car; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, Arjd golqt byt sordid dust. 3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish In thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell? upon my heart, And shea its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its wounds The cordial of its care. THE CHRISTIAN. 276-78 5 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my last lab'ring breath; And, dying, triumph in thy cross, The antidote of death. HYMN 216. C. M.— Cowpeh. 1 TLJfOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds MM ,n a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wound, And drives away his fears. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole And calms the troubled breast; Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend. My prophet, priest, and king; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. HYMN 2H. C. M. 1 "■* KNOW that my Redeemer lives M And ever prays for me: A token of his love he gives— A pledge of liberty. 2 Thy love I soon expect to find In all its depth and heigth; To comprehend th' eternal mind And grasp the infinite. 3 When God is mine, and 1 am his, Of Paradise possess'd, I taste unutterable bliss, And everlasting rest. HYMN 218. S. M.— Watts; 1 "M/ffY God, my life, my love, lTM. To thee, to thee I call; 1 cannot live if thou remove. For thou art all in all. 2 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my passions move, And centre; of my soul. 279-80 THE CHRISTIAN. 3 To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire, And yet, how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me high'r. HYMN 219. P. M. 8, 8, 7, 8, 8,7, 4, 8, 4, 8, 1 1TOW bright appears the morning star, MM. With grace and truth beyond compare— The royal root of Jesse : O David's son, of Jacob's line, My soul's belov'd and king benign, Thou'rt come from heav'n to bless me. Precious, gracious, Fair and glorious, e'er victorious, Is my Saviour, Nought but he can please me ever. 2 How doth my needy soul rejoice That Christ whom I so richly prize, Is Lord of light and glory : At last he'll bring me to that place, "Where all the wonders of his grace Shall be disclos'd before me. Amen, Amen ! Come, Lord Jesus, come release me ; O come speedy, Lord, to meet thee 1 am ready. HYMN 280. T. M., 6, 6, 6, 4, G, 6, 6, 6, 6, 4. 1 "ffjBfOW precious is the name! JJJL Brethren sing, brethren sing, How precious is the name: Brethren sing, How precious is the name Of Christ, the paschal Lamb, Who bore our guilt and shame On the tree, on the tree, Who bore our guilt and shame On the tree. 2 I've given all for Christ, He's my all, he's my all; :8: I've given all for Christ, And my spirit cannot rest, Unless he's in my breast, Reigning ttieje, reigning there. :?; THE DOUBTING. 281 8 His easy yoke I'll bear With delight, with delight; sBs His easy yoke I'll bear And his cross I will not fear ; His name I will declare, Ever more, ever more. :Si I And when we all get home We will sing, we will-sing; : And when we all get home, Around our Father's throne, And myriads join the theme, We'll sing on, we'll sing on. : THE DOUBTING. HYMN 281. C. M.— Newton Perplexity and doubts relieved. 1 TTNCERTAIN how the way to find ^J Which to salvation led, 1 listen'd long, with anxious mind, To hear what others said. 2 When some of joys and comforts told, I fear'd that I was wrong ; For I was stuped, dead and cold, Had neither joy nor song. 3 T*he Lord, my lab'ring heart rellev'd* And made my burden light ; Then for a moment I believ'd, Supposing all was right. 4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd, Of anguish and dismay, Thro' what distresses they had walk'd, Before they found the way; 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, For I had liv'd at ease ; I wished for all my fears again ; To make me more like these. 6 I had my wish, the Lord disclos'd The evils of my heart ; And left my naked soul expos'd To Satan's fi'ry dart. 282 THE DOUBTING. 9 Alasr "I now must give it up,"! 1 cried in deep despair ; How could I dream of drawing hope From what I cannot bear ! S Again my Saviour brought me aid, And when he set me free, "Trust simply on my word," he said, "And teave the rest to me." HYMN 282. P. M. 7's.— Newtoh: Lovcst thou me ? John xxk 15. 1 ynrilS a point I long to know, JL Oft it causes anxious thought; Do 1 love the Lord or no 7 Am 1 his, or am 1 not ? 2 If I love, why am 1 thus, Why this dull, and lifeless frame ? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, • Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Ptay'r a task and burden prove, EVry trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within All is dark, and vain, and wild. FilI'd With unbelief and sin, Can 1 deem myself a child? 5. If 1 pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do ; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it tints with yow? ©■ Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should l grieve for what 1 feel, If I did not love at all? 7 Could I joy the saints to meet, Choose the way 1 once abhor'd, Find at tiises the promise sweet, If 1 did not lwe the Lord? Lord, decide the doubtful case, Thou who art thy people's sim. Shine upon thy work of grace. If it be indeed begun* ON BACKSLIDING* 283-84 3 Let me love thee more and mere,, If I love at all I pray ; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to-day. HYMN 283. C. M.— Cowper. Contrite heart. Isa. Ivii. 15. 1 fM^HE Lord will happiness divine JL On contrite hears bestow ; Then tell me gracious God, is mine, A contrite heart or no? 3 I hear, but ssem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel ; If aught is felt, 'tis only pain To "find I cannot feel. 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd To love tuee if I could, But often fee) another mind, Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires ate faint and few,' I fdin would strive, for more; But when I cry, "My strength renew," Seem weaker than before. 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love thy house of pray'r, I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache, Decide this doubt for irse ; And if it be not broken, break And heal it, if it be. ON BACKSLIDING. HYMN 284. C. M — Newton O that I were as in nionths past. Job xxxi.'. 2. 1 C5WEET was the time when first I felt ►5 The Saviour's pardoning blooi, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring mo home to God. i 285 Otf BACKSLIDING. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd. His praises tun'd my tongue ; And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. 3 In vain the tempter spreads his wiles, The world no more could charm ; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, And lean'd upon his arm. 4 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine ; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 5 Then to his saints I often spoke Of what his love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, Tor air my joys are gone. 6 Now when the evening shade prevails. My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 7 My prayers are now an empty noise, For Jesus hides his face; I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case. 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey ; Yftt, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail— come without delay. HYMN 385. S.M. 1 ~&-]I" ow can l vent m y grief? JOL My comforter is fled ; By day I sigh without relief, And groan upon my bed. fel once enjoy'd my. Lord; Liv'd happy in his love, Delighted in his holy word, And sought my rest above. 3 But, ! alas, my soul Where is my comfort now? Why did I let my love grow cold? Ah! why to iduls bow? 4 How little did I think, When first I did begin, To join a little with the world, It was so great a sin. ON BACKSLIDING. 286 5 i thought I might conform, Nor singular appear, Converse and dress as others did, But now I feel the snare. 6 My confidence is gone ; I find no words to say; Barren and lifeless is my soul, When 1 attempt to pray. 7 I feel asham'd to bow, When with the saints I meet; While on their knees my brethren cr/f I stand or keep my seat. 8 My soul ! this will not do, Thy day is almost past: I must repent and turn to God, Or sink to hell at last. 9 Trembling to Christ 111 fly, And all my sins confess; At Jesus' cross I'll humbly fall, And ask restoring grace. 10 I'll mortify my pride j Myself I will deny? And if I perish, Lord, at last Beneath thy cross I'll die. HYMN 386. C. M.— CoWPEI*, 1 jTfe FOR a closer walk with God, %JF A calm and heav'nly frame j A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord; Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching Void, The world can never fill. 4 Return, holy Dovet return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn^ And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, What'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 287-88 ON BACKSLIDING. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame, So purer liijlit shall mark the road That leads me to' the Lamb. HYMN 38 7. C. M. 1 fiOME, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, %^J One God, in parson three, Bring back the heavenly blessing lost By all mankind and me. 2 Thy favor, and thy nature too, To me, to all restore, Forgive and after God renew, And keep me evermore. 3 Eternal Sun of righteousness, Display thy beams divine. And cause the glories of tny face, Upon my heart to shine. 4 Light in thy light, O may I see, Thy grace and mercy prove! Reviv'd and cheer'd and blest by thee The God of pard'ning live. 5 Lift up thy countenance serene, And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between; The Godhead reconcil'd. 6 That all comprising peace bestow. On me, through grace forgiv'nj The joy of holiness below, And then the joy of heav'nt HYMN 388. P. M« 8 lines 8s.— Newton ; 1 IJOW tedious and tasteless the hours, MM When Jesus no longer 1 see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me. The mid-summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in Tain to look gay; But when I am happy in him, December : s as pleasant as May. 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice; on backsliding: 269»-D0 I should^ were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear, No mortal more happy than I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say why do 1 languish and pine? P And why are rr.y winters so long? O drive these dark clouds Irom my sky, Thy soul cheering presence restore : O take me to thee up on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. HYMN 389. C. M— Watts. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so, Awake my sluggish soul : Nothing has have thv work to do, Yet nothing 's half so dull. 3 Go to the ants; for one poor grain, See how they toil and strive? Yet we, who have a heav'n V obtain, How negligent we live? 3 We for whom God, the Son, came down, And laboi'd for our good ; How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood ? 4 Lord shall we live so slug»ish still, And never act our par's! Come. Holy Dove, from th* heav'nly hill, And warm our frozen hearts. 5 Help us with active warmth to move, With vig'rous souls to rise, With hands of faith and wings of love, To fly and take the prize. HYMN 390# P. M. 6, 6, 9, 6, 6, 9, 1 M H ! but where am I now 7 J^_ And why was it and how, Thai I fell from my heaven of grace ' I am brought into thrall ; I am stript of my all ; 1 am banish' J from Jesus' face ! 291 PRAYER FOR 2 Harclley yet do I know, How I let my Lord go ; So insensibly started aside; But what'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is coma over my heart. 3 Now, no tongue can declare, The keen torment I bear, While no end of my troubles I see, Only Adam could tell, On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden like me. 4 Driven out from my God, I now wander abroad; Through a desert of sorrow I rove ; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My lost Eden of Jesus's love l 5 Ah! shall I ever rise To my first paradise? Ever come my redeemer to see? Yes I feel a faint hope, That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. ■»(*©€> PRAYER FOR A REVIVAL. HYMN 291. P. M. 8, 7, 8,7. 4, 7.-Newtox. Prayer for a revival. Ps. Ixxxv. 6. Hab. iii. 2. 1 CjAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, K-7 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain! All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. Lord revive us ; All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high, Lest for want of thy assistance, Every plant should droop and die. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs; Let each one esteem thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. A REVIVAL, 292-93 ■ A Break the tempter's fatal pow'r, Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. HYMN 292. C. M.— Doddridge. On a fast day, for Ihe revival of religion; or, The ision oj dry bones. Ez, xxxvii. 3. I T OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye, jLA See Adam's race in ruin lie: Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground. And scatters' slaughter'd heaps around. 1 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live, And can these perish'd bones revive? That mighty God to thee is known, That woM'rous work is all thine own, 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, To prophesy upon the slain; In vain they call, in vain they cry, Till thine Almighty aid is nigh. 4 But if thy Spirit deigns to breathe, Life spreads thro' all the realms of death ; Dry benes obey thy pow'rful voice, They move, they waken, they rejoice. HYMN 293. S. M.— Hart, 1 ^iOME, Holy Spirit, come, §L> Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood ; And to our wond'ring view reveal ' The secret love of God. 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul; To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, And new create the whole. 4 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove; Kindle in our hearts the flame Of never-dying love. 594-95 TRAYER FOR HYMN 294. L. M. ' "1" LOXG to see the season come, JL When sinners shall come flocking home, To taste the riches of God's love, And seek the j >ys that are above. 2 Hark ! how the gospel trumpets sound, Inviting sinners all around; Behold your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 A few days more and you must go To realms of joy or endless wo; In worlds of bliss with Christ to dwell. Or sink beneath his frowns to hell. 4 Come now, poor sinner, counsel take, And all your sinful ways forsake; This world give o'er, leave friends behind, In Christ redemption you shall find. 5 Take your companions by the hand, And your connexion in a band ; And give them up at Jesus' call, For he can bless and save them all. HYMN 295. L. M.— Kissburt- Isaiah lvii. 6, 7, 1 g~*i RKAT Lord of alt thy churches, hear. VJf Thy minister's and people's prayT; Peifum'd by tliee, O may it rise Like fragrant incense to the skies. 2 Revive thy churches wjth thy grace, Heal all our breaches, grant us peace, R use us from sloth, our hearts inflame With ardent zeal for Jesus' name. 3 May young and old thy word receive, Dead sinners hear thy voice and live; The wounded conscience healing find. And joy refresh each drooping mind. 4 May aged saints, matur'd with grace. Abound in fruits of holiness; And when translated to the skies, May younger in their stead arise. 5 Thus we our suppliant voices raise, And weeping sow the seed of praise, In humble hope that thou wilt hear Thy minister's and people's pvayr. A REVIVAL. 296-97 HYMN 39G. P. M. 6 lines 8's.— Davies. 1 "MATERNAL Spirit, source of light, Fi Enliv'aing, consecrating fire, Descend and with celestial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; Our souls- refine, our dross consume! Gomel condescending Spirit, come! 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark Of the pure flame which Seraphs feel; Nor let us wander in the dark, Or lie benumb'd and stupid still; Come, vivifying spirit, come, And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Let pure devotion's favor rise, Let every pious passion glow ; O let the raptures of the skies Kindle in our cold hearts below! Come, condescending spirit come, And make our souls thy constant home' HYMN 39T. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, Prayer for unconverted relatives. 1 T ORD, our ransom'd souls adore thee, JLj Thou our joy and portion art: Day and night we plead l>efore thee— Answer Lord-- thy grace impart, Send thy spirit, Pierce the stubborn sinners' heart. d Ah ! dear Lord, they're bound for ruin, Hast'ning down to endless wo : While their danger we are viewing, Streams of briny sorrow flow, Lord, alarm them, Or to ruin they must go! 2 See, dear Lord, our near connexions, Dear companions all around, Brothers, sisters, children, parents, Down to desperation bound. Jesus save them, Let the lost again be found. 4 Pray'rs and tears alas! we've vented; Shall we weep and pray in vain? Yet alas they seem contented; Nought, but scoffs and frowns we gain. Jesus, save them, Save ihem. Lord, from endless pain. 298 REJOICING IN 5 Death, it my be, now is near them, Soon they'll feel his cold embrace: Gracious heaven! shall we hear them Mourn thy long rejected grace. Lord, constrain them Now to seek a Saviour's face. ,6 Lord, we view the separation At thy great tremendous bar; Mourning, weeping, lamentation, Must be their employment there. Must we see them Stand their awful doom to hear? 7 Must we there be separated, Never, never more to meet?,.- Mournful scene, long contemplated! Lord, and is there mercy yet? Lay them prostrate, Precious Jesus, at thy feet 8 Lord, display thy matchless power,' Pierce their stubborn hearts of stone, Make them dread that awful hour- Bow them Lord, before thy throne. Save them Jesus, Save them, save them for thine own. !■■>• Og® - REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. HYMN 398. G. M. 1 "WW E'S come, let every knee be bent, 'MM. All heart's new joy resume ; Sing, ye redeem'd with one consent, "The comforter is come." 2 What greater gift, what greater love, Could God on man bestow? Angels for this rejoice above, , Let man rejoice below. H A REVIVAL. 299-800 HYMN 299. P. M. 8's. & 7's. ARK! the jubilee is sounding, ml the joyful news is cornel Free salvation, grace abounding. By and through God's only son. Now the Saviour is beginning To revive his work again. Glory, honor and salvation, Christ the Lord is com* to re%gn. S Come, young friends, pray don't reject him, Come to Jesus in your prime; Choose salvation, don't reiect it, O embrace it, now's your time ! Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, Sound the praise of his dear name. Glory, honor, #o. 3 Now let each one cease from sinning, Follow Christ, the call obey, And our souls shall find a blessing Seeking Jesus in the ways Golden moments we've negleeted^ Oh! the time we've spent In rain. Glory, honor, $>&. 4 Come, dear brethren, praise your Jesus, Praise him, praise him evermore, May his great love now constrain us, His great name for to adore: O then let us join together Crowns of glory to obtain. Glory, honor, frc. HYMN 300. C. M. I I tf^ONVINC'D of sin, men now begin I I %J To call upon the Lord ; I Trembling they pray, and mourn the day, |. In which they scorn'd his word. i Young converts sing and praise their King, And bless God's holy name ; I iWhile older saints leave their complaints, And joy to join the theme. God's chariot rolls and frights the souls Of those who hate the truth ; | And saints In pray'r cry, " Lord draw near, Have mercy on the jKHith— L 301-2 REJOICING IN \ Pour down a sh >wer of thy great power, On ev'ry aching heart; On all who try and humble cry, That they may have a, part." 5 Come, sinners, all, hear now God's call, And pray with one accord ; Saints, raise your songs, with joyful tongues. To hail th' approaching Lord. HYMN 301. L. M.— Hoskibts. Great joy in that city. Acts viii. a MOW much the hearts of those revive, That love and fear the Lord, Wfltfl sinners dead are made alive By his all-guick'ning word. % The parent views with joyful eyes, His now returning son, And in ecstatic joy he cries, " What hath the Saviour done ?" 3 The ministers of Christ rejoice, When souls the word receive I When sinners hear the Saviours voice And in the Lord believe. 4 The Church .of God their praises join, And of Salvation sing; They glorify the grace divine Of their victorious king. 5 In heaven above there's joy and praise, Before the Lord most high; Th' angelic choirs their 'voices raise,' And with each other vie. 6 But greater joy must they possess Who feel the glorious change ; Their lab'ring tongues can but express How true, but yet how strange! HYMN 302. C. M.— Hoskixs. Jailor's conversion. Acts xvi. 30, 31. "■" ORD we adore thy matchless ways JLi la bringing souls to thee; We sing and shout eternal praise For grace so full and free. A REVIVAL. 303-4 2 " What must I do," the Jailor cries, "To save my sinking soul!" " Believe in Christ," the word replies, "Thy faith shall make thee whole.",' 3 Believe, believe, the gospel cries, " This is the living way ;" From faith in Christ our hopes arise. And shine to perfect day. 4 Come sinners, then, the Saviour trust, To wash you in his blood; To change your hearts, subdue your lust, And bring you home to God. HYMN 303. C. M.— Doddridge. 1 "IPir ARK the £ Ia(i sound, the Saviour comes, Wm The Saviour promis'd long! Ltt every heart prepaie a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondaee held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 4 Our glad Hosannas, prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. HYMN 304. P. M. 6,6, 6, 6, §, 8;-ToPLADr. 1 fi-PLOW ye the trumpet, blow, JL* The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound; The year of jubilee is come, Return ye ransom'd sinners home. 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb ; Redemption by his blood Through all the land proclaim; The year of jubilee is come, Return ye ransom'd sinners, home. 305 REJOICING IN 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive: And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live: The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pard'ning grace: Ye happy souls draw near, f Behold the Saviours face: The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home, 5 Jesus, our great high priest, Has full atonement made, Ye weary spirits rest ; Ye mournful souls be glad I The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. HYMN 305. P. M. 6. 6, 9, 6, 6, 9. 1 tf~feH ! how happy are they ^J? Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above! Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest lovet 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb* When my heart it believ'd What a joy I receiv'd, "What a heaven in Jesus' name! S 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know, . And the angels could do nothing more. Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song, O that all his salvation might see ! He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died, - To redeem such a rebel as me. 8 On the wing3 of his love I was carried above, All my sin and temptation, and pain: A REVIVAL. 306-7 And I could not believe That I ever should grieve? . That I ever should suffer again. 8 I then rode on the sky, Freely justified I, Nor did envy Elijah his seati My glad soul mounted high'r, In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 1 0! the rapturous height Of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possess'd, ,1 was perfectly bless'd, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. HYMN 306. C. M. 1 rglHERE'S joy in heav'n, and joy on earth, JB_ When prodigals return, To see desponding souls rejoice, And haughty sinners mourn. 2 " Come saints and hear what God hath done," Is a reviving sound, O may it spread from sea to sea, E'en all the globe around. 3 Often, O sov'reign Lord! renew, The wonders of this day ; That Jesus here may see his seed, And Satan lose his prey. 4 Great God, the work is all thine own, Thine be the praises too, Let every heart and everv tongue Give thee the glory due. HYMN 30T C. M. Luke XV. 11^24. 1 A FFLICTIONS, tho' they seem severe, _£§L In mercy oft are sent, They stopp'd the prodigal's career And caus'd him to repent. 2 Although he no relentings felt 'Till he had spent his store, His stubborn heart began to melt, WM& famine pinch'd him sore. 308 INQUIRY MEETINGS. 3 "What have I gain'd by sin," he said, "But hunger, shame and fear? My father's house abounds with bread, While I am starving here." 4 "I'll go and tell him all I've done, Fall down before his face : Unworthy to be call'd his son, I'll seek a servants place." 5 His father saw him coming back,' He saw and ran and smil'd ; Then threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. 6 "Father I've sinn'd, but 0! forgive"— "Enough," the father said, "Rejoice, my house, my son's alive, For whom 1 mourn'd as dead." 7 " Now let the fatted calf be slain, Go spread ihe news around, My son was dead but lives airain, Was lost, but now is found." 8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, To call poor sinners home; More than a father's love he feels, And welcomes all that come. HYMNS FOR INQUIRY MEETINGS. HYMN 30S. P. M. 7's & 6's. 1 i^OME my friend, and let us try, %^J For a little season, Every burden to lay by, Come and let us reason. 2 What is this that casts you down, What is this that grieves you: • Speak, and let the worst be known, Speaking may relieve you. INQUIRY MEETINGS. 309 3 Christ at times by faith I view, And it doth relieve me: «- But my doubts return anew, They are those that grieve me. 4 Troubled like the restless sea, Feeble, faint and fearful, Plagu'd with ev'ry sore disease, How can I be cheerful! 5 Think on what your Saviour bore In the gloomy garden; Sweating blood at ev'ry pore, To procure thy pardon. View him nailed to the tree, Bleeding, groaning, dying ; See he suffer'd this for thee, Therefore be believing. 7 Brethren, don't you feel the flame? Sisters, don't you love him? Let us join to praise his name, Let us never grieve him. S Soon we'll meet to part no more, Soon we'll meet in heaven; There we'll join the saints above, And forever praise him. HYMN 30& P. M. 7's & 6's.— Cekstick. 1 df^iOME, my soul, before the Lamb, ^J Fall and do him reverence? - \ Bless him for his blood and name, Sing his great deliv'rance. 2 Cast thy burdens on the Lord, Leave them with thy Saviour; He, whose hands for thee were bor'd,' Can and will deliver. S Why should sorrow bow thee down, Trials or temptation? Is not Christ upon the throne, Still thy strong salvation? 4 Roll thy burdens on the Lord, Leave them with thy Saviour; He, whose hands for thee were bor'd; Can and will deliver, 310-11 INQUIEY MEETINGS* HYMN 310. S. M. ND shall I yet delay, _ My little all to give; To tear my soul from earth away, My Jesus to receive? 2 Nay, but I yield, 1 yield ! I will hold out no more: I sink by dying love compell'd, And own the conqueror. S Tho' late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign^ Gracious Redeemer, take, take, And seal me ever thine. 4 Come, and possess me whole, For hence again remove, Settle and fix my wav'ring soul, With all thy weight of love. HYMN 311. C M. 3 ^"HOME, let us use the grace divine, \_J And all with one accord, In a perpetual cov'nant join Ourselves to Christ, the Lord. 2 Give up ourselves thro' Jesus' pow'r> His name to glorify; And promise in this sacred hour, For God to live and die. 3 The cov'nant we this moment make. Be ever kept in mind ! "We will no more our God forsake, Or cast his words behind. 4 We never will throw off his fear, Who hears our solemn vow; And if thou art well pleas'd to hear, Come down and meet us now. 6 To each the cov'nant blood apply Which takes our sins away, And register our names on high, And keep us to that day. EXPERIENCE MEETINGS. 312-14 HYMNS FOB THE USE OF EXPERIENCE MEETINGS* HYMN 312. L. M. i ~]%T" 0W we are met ,n hr,, y fear > jyl To hear the happy saints declare The free compassion of a God, The virtues of a Saviour's blood. 3 Jesus assist them now to tell What they have felt and how they feel; O Saviour help them to express The wonders of triumphant grace. 8 While to the church they freely own What for their souls the Lord hath done, We'd join to praise eternal love, And heighthen all the joys above. HYMN 313. I\ M. 8,8, 6, 8,8, 6<- Kewt. Mat. xviii. 20. w 1 •®"^]ETHERE two or three together meet ?T "My love and mere 'And tell what I have done My love and mercy to repeat. "There will I be," saith God, "to bless* "And ev'ry burden'd soul redress, " Who worships at my throne." 2 Make one in this assembly, Lord, Speak to each heart some cheering word To set the spirit free; Impart a kind, celestial show'r, And grant that we may spend an hour In fellowship with thee. •c HYMN 314 S. M.— Stexnett. Ps. lxvi. )-\ - OME, ye that fear the " - d, And listen while I tell How narrowly my feet escap'd The snares of death and hell. 315 EXPERIENCE MEETINGS. 2 The flatt'ring joys of sense Assail'd my foolish heart, While Satan with malicious skill Guided the pois'nous dart. S I fell beneath the stroke, But fell to rise again; My anguish rous'd me into life, And pleasures sprung from pain, 4 Darkness, and shame, and grief, Oppress'd my gloomy mind ; I look'd around me for relief, But no relief could find. 5 At length to God I cried: He heard my plaintive sigh ; He heard, an 1 instantly he sent Salvation from on high. 6 My drooping head he raised, My bleeding wounds he heal'd ; Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile The gracious pardon seal'd. 7 may I ne'er forget The mercy of my God, Nor ever want a tongue to spread His loudest praise abroad. HYMN 315. L. M.— Newton; 1 "EZ~INDRED in Chris t> for his dear sake, Jl%. A hearty welcome here receive; May we "together now partake The joys which only he can give. 2 M^y he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good spirit from abrve; Make our communications sweet, And cause our hearts to burn with love. 8 Forgotten be each wordly theme, When Christians see each o^her thus: We only wish to speak of him Who liv'd, and died, and reigns for US', 4 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffer'd for us here below ; The path Jte mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now, TIME. 316-17 HYMN 318. L. M. 1 %^7"E now have heard our brethren tell V v How they escap'd the snares of hell; They all relate that conq'ring grace Which gives them in the church a place. 2 The testimony they have giv'n," Now proves that they are heirs of heav'n; Our fellowship to them we give— Now we'll unite in Christ to live. S Let sinners now behold and see How we in Christ, in love agree; Nothing but sin shall separate The fellowship we now relate. 4 All sinful pleasures we'll deny, Like righteous men we'll live and die- Like angels we shall shine at last, When all this storm of life is past. e©e- TIME. HYMN 317. L. M.— Scott. Importance of time. 1 4TljH time, how few thy value weigh, %_y How few will estimate a day ! Days, months and years are rolling on, The soul neglected and undone. 2 In painful cares, or empty joys, Our life its precious hours destroys: While death stands watching at our side, Eager to stop the living tide. 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race, Your M.ker gave you here a place? Was it for this his thoughts design'd The frame of your immortal minu ? 4 For nobler cares, for ioys sublime, He fashion'd all the sons of time; Then let us ev'ry day give heed. To God, ourselves and time to yield, 318-20 TIME. HYMN 318. C. M.— Hoskiss. Time is short, l Cor. vii. 29. 1 npiHE time is short! the season near _H. When death will us remove, To leave our friends, however dear, And all we fondly love. 2 The time is short! sinners beware, Nor trifle time away; The word of your salvation hear While it is called to-day. 3 The time is short ! ye rebels now To Christ, the Lord, submit; To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. 4 The time is short! ye saints rejoice, The Lord will quickly come; Soon shall you hear the bridegroom's voice, To call you to your home. 5 The time is short! it swiftly flies— The hour is just at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wish'd for land. 6 The time is short'! the moment near When we shall dwell above, And be forever happy theie With Jesus whom we love. HYMN 319. C. M. —Watts. 1 t B1IME, like an ever-rolling stream, _fl_ Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten as a dream, Dies at the op'ning day. a The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood And lost in foiling years. 3 God, our help in ages past. Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. 'M HYMN 320. P. M. 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6: ""Y days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres TIME. 321 Around the steady pole, Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, And 1 must launch thro' endless deeps, Where endless ages roll. 9 The grave is near the cradle seen ; How swift the moments pass between, And whisper as they fly, "Unthinking man, remember this, "Tho' fond of sublunary bliss, "That you must groan and die." 3 My soul, attend the solemn call, Thine earthly tent must shortly fall, And thou must take thy flight Beyond the vast expansive blue, To sing above as angels do, Or sink in endless night. 4 A heav'n or hell, and these alone, Beyond the present life are known, There is no middle space; To-day attend the call divine, To-morrow may be none of thine, Or it may be too late. HYMN 321. P. M. 8, 8, 6, 8, 8,6.— Weslet. Ps. xxxix. 4. 1 "W l on a narrow neck of land ; JB-4 'Twixt two unabounded seas I stand, fcet how insensible! A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to yon heav'nly place, Or shuts me up in hell! hS O God! my inmost soul convert A. Eg Ana (ieply on my thoughtful heart, / Eterjal things impress; J Give ne to feel their solemn weight, J And ive me, ere it be too late, 1 By ^ee and sov'reign grace. ' . 3 Before me place in bright array, The pomp of that tremendous day, Whin thou in clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar! O tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom! i Be this my one great bus'ness here, With holy joy 4 and holy fear, 322-23 DEATH. To make my calling sure ; Assist, O Lord, a feeble worm, Then shall I all thy will perform, v And to the end endure. HYMN 322. L. M. Eternity. "MATERNITY Is just at hand! And shall I waste my ebbing sand! And careless view departing day, And throw my inch of time away ? 2 Lo I an eternity there is, Of endless wo or endless bliss : And swift as time fulfils its round, We to eternity are bound. 3 What countless millions of mankind Have left this fleeting world behind I They're gone! but where? ah, pause and Gone to a long eternity. 4 Sinner canst thou forever dwell In all the fiery deeps of hell? And is death nothing then to thee— Death and a dread eternity? ■<&@®- DEATH. HYMN 323. C. M. EATH! 'tis a melancholy day To those who have no God- hen the poor soul is fore'd away, To seek her last abode. 2 In vain to fieav 'n she lifts her eyes ; But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her^downward from the skies, To darkness, fire and pain. 3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear: You must be drlv'n from earth, nnd dwell A long forever there! DEATH. 324- i See how the pit gapes wide for you,. And flashes in your face: And thou my soul look downward too, And sing recov'ring grace. 5 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day; Come' death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away. HYMN 324. S. M. 1 A ND am I born to die? ix To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a woi k unknown? 2 Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or wo Must then my portion be? 3 I must from God be driv'n, Or with my Saviour dwell : Must come at his command to heav'n Or else— depart to hell. 4 Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, That when thou comest on thy throne, I may with joy appear. 5 Thou art thyself the way, Thyself to me reveal, So shall 1 spend my life's short day Obedient to thy will. HYMN 325. C. M.— Watts. B 1 Pfi^HEE we adore, eternal name ! M. And humbly uwn to thee, Bow feeble is our mortal frame : What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter. still, As months and days increase ; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell, ; Leaves the small number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath at first it gave; What'er we do, what'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. L— S.2($ DEATH. 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God I on what a slendes thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal state of all the dead, Upon life's feeble strings. 6 Infinite joy or endless wo Attends on ev'ry breath, And yet how unconcern'd we go ? Upon the brink of death I 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road i And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. HYMN 326. S. M.— Watts. 1 A N° must tnis body die? _/5L This mortal frame decay ? A. .a must these active limbs of mine, Lie mould'ri»g in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, • Till my triumphant spirit comes, To put it on afresh. 3 God, my Redeemer, lives. And often from the skies - Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array 'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love ; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our Rumble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise- WUh our immortal tongues. DEATH. 327-28 HYMN 321. L. M. 1 CSOON will this mortal life be o'er, k3 The body moulder in the dust ; Naked my soul will stand before A God that's holy, pure and just. 2 Its standing doom of bliss or wo I will from the great I AM receive; Up to the realms of glory go, Or in hell's torments ever live. 3 Without an interest in the blood Of Jesus, shed on Calvary, I can't escipe his vengeful rod, How'er so moral here I be. 4 Away then all self righteousness, My soul from nature's sleep arise, Be justified by faith through grace, And claim a mansion in the skies, 5 Perfection's height may I ascend, And feel my soul dissolv'd in love. That when my days below shall endj Angels shall waft my soul above. HYMN 328. S. M.— Elliott. Prepare to meet thy God. Amos lv. 12. 1 T5 REP ARE me, gracious God, JL To stand before thy face; Thy spirit must the work perform, For it is all of grace. 2 In Christ's obedience clothe, And wash me in his blood: So shall I lift my head with joy Among the sons of God. 3 Do thou my sins subdue, Thy sov'reign love make known, The spirit of my mind renew, And save me in thy son, 4 Let me attest thy power, Let me thy goodness prove, Till my full soul can hold no more Of everlasting love. M 329-31 DEATH. HYMN 329. L, M. 1 "WM7* HAT scenes of horror and of dread V V Await the sinner's dying bed i Death's terrors all appear in sight, Presages of eternal night 2 His sins in dreadful order rise, And fill his soul with sad surprise; Mount Sinai's thunder stuns his ears, And not one ray of hope appears. 3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast, Where'er he turns he finds no rest; Death strikes the blow, he groans and cries And in despair and horror dies. HYMN 330. L. M.— Watts. 1 ^ETE7'HY should we start and fear to die; \W What tim'rous worms we mortals are? Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 ! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste; Fly fearless thro' death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. HYMN 231. C. M.— Watts. 1 TTJTaRK! from the tombs a doleful sound, JtSL My ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. 2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towrs; The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, 'Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom i And are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more? DEATH. 332-33 i Grant ua the pow'r of quick'ning grace, To lit our souls to fly; ■ Then when wc drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. - HYMN 232. C. M.— Watts. 1 H1[7"HY do v/e mourn, departed friends, f f Or shake at death's alarms? ! Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call us to his arms. 2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to tne tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 3 The graves of all the saints he blest, And soften'd ev'ry bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying head? 4. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid his kindred rise : Awake ye nations under ground, Ye saints ascend the skies. HYMN 333. P. M.— Steele. Death of a young 'person. 1 ^^TkEN blooming youth is snatch'd away v? By deaths resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay r Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, Oh, may this truth, imprest With awful power, 1 too must die, Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 3 The voice of this alarming scene, May ev'ry heart obey ; Nor be the heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high. And triumph o'er the grave. 834-335 judgment: w HYMN 334. C. M. On the death of a child. AKE up my muse, condole the Of those that mourn this day ; Let tears run down on evry face, And ev'ry mourner pray. 2 The tyrant death came rushing in, And thus his power did show; Ont of this world this child did take, And laid its vissage low. 3 No more the pleasant child is seen. To please its parent's eye ; The tender plant so fresh and green, Is in eternity. 4 The golden bowl by death is broke, The pitcher burst in twain; The cistern wheel has felt the stroke, The pleasant child is slain. 5 The winding sheet doth bind its limbs, The coffin holds it fast; To-day 'tis seen by all its friends, But this must be the last. 6 Until the Lord doth come to judge The nations great and small, And you and I before him stand, Or at his presence fall. JUDGMENT. HYMN 335. C. M. 1 i& ND mvi $l I be t0 Judgment brought, JQ_ And answer in that day, t or ev'ry vain and idle thought, And ev'ry word I say ? 2 Yes, ev'ry secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just tie? ert ; For all that 1 have done. JUDGMENT. 836-37 3 How careful then ought I to live, With what religious fear; Who such a strict account must give For my behaviour here? 4 Thou awful judge of quick and dead, The watchful pow'r fcestow ? Bo shall 1 to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou "standest at the door," let me feel thee near! And make my peace with God, before 1 at thy bar appear. HYMN 336. L. M. 1 iLgEFORE the great Jehovah's bar JH_® Soon must assembled worlds appear, And ev'ry deed, and word, and thought, Shall into judgment then be brought, 2 Then all shall hear their righteous doom Of wrath or endless joys to come, And each receive his just reward Of bliss or vengeance from the Lord. HYMN 33?. C. M Watts. 1 ^HIHAT awful day will surely come; JL The appointed hour makes haste; When I must stand before my judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou Sov'reign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, depart! 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, •T would tear my soul assunder, Lord,- With most tormenting fear. 4 What, to be banish'd from my lift, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death forever fly! 3 O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where 1 can not taste his love i 338-89 JUDGMENT. 6 Oh i tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands, Show me some promise In thy book. Where my salvation stands. HYMN 338. P. M. 8,7, 8, 7, 4,7. Luke xiil. 28. 1 S^EE th' Eternal Judge descending, £3 View him seated on the throne i Now poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doom- Trumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain; While in ansuish thus lamenting, That he ne'er was born again. Greatly mourning, That he ne'er was born again. .3 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour With the marks of dying love ; Oh, that I had sought his favor, When I felt his spirit move- Golden moments ! When I felt his spirit mover 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hope and sinners here must part; Louder than a peal of thunder, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!" Lost forever, Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart i" HYMN 339. P, M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. 1 *W ! we see the sign appearing, M-A Jesus comes, the Judge severe, Hell is trembling, earth is quaking, Sinners shriek with awful feaif. Come to judgment, Stand your awful doom to hear. 2 Seel the world in flames is burning, Hills and mountains fly away ; Lot the moon and stars are falling, Comets blazing through the sky. Thunders rolling ! Sinners now for help they cry. JUDGMENT. 340 3 From the general conflagration, Mounts the righteous up on high, Gain the hope of theii salvation, Live with God no more to die- Hallelujah, Glory to the Lamb they ory. 4 Stop my soul look back and wonder, See the wicked left behind, Hear them crying, weeping, walling, For a moment's ease to find ; Doom'd to sorrow, In the lake of hell confln'd. HYMN 340. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. 1 T ! he comes with clouds descending, JU1 Once for favor'd sinners slain I Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train. Hallelujah ! God appears on earth again i 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,! Rob'd in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailir hall the Shall the true Messiah see. 3 The dear tokens of his passion,] Still his dazzling body bears, Cause of endless exultation, To his ransom'd worshippers: With what rapture Gaze they on those glorious scars i 4 Yea, amen, let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne; Saviour take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdoms for thine own. Jah, Jehovah I Everlasting God, come down. , 341-42 IIEZ.L — HEAVEN. HELL. HYMN 341. L. M.--Biiow*_ Mark ix. 48. 1 H^f EL,L! ' tis a word of dreadful sound, JOL It chills the heart and shocks the ear, It spreads a sickly damp around, And makes the guilty quake with fear. 2 Far from the utmost verge of day, Its frightful, gloomy region liest Fierce flames amidst the darkness play, And thick sulphurious vapors rise. 3 Conscience, the never dying worm, With constant torture gnaws the heart; And wo and wrath, in ev'ry form, Inflame the wounds, increase the smart. 4 The wretches rave o'erwhelm'd with wo, And bite their everlasting chains; And with their rage, their torments grow, Resentment but augments their pains. 5 Sad world indeed! what heart can beax Hopeless in all these pains to lie; Rack'd with vexation— srief, despair— And ever dying— never die? 6 "Lord, save a' guilty soul from hell, Who seeks thy pard'ning, cleansing blood';. O let me in thy kingdom dwell-, To praise my Saviour and my God." •~~ O©©- HEAVEN. HYMN 342. C. M.— Masost. - ^JSTHAT have I In this barren land? V ▼ When Jesus is not here. Mine soul, it ne'er is blest, until , My Jeau3 doth appear. HEAVEN. 348-44 2 My Jesus is gone up to heav'n, To fix a place for me; For 'tis his will, that where he Is, His followers should be. 3 Canaan I view from Pisgah's top, Of Canaan's grapes I taste; My ^otd, who sends them to me here, Will send for me at last. 4 I have a God that changeth not, Why should I be perplex'd ? My God, who owns me in this world, Will own me in the next. HYMN 343. C. M. 1 "JERUSALEM! my happy home, *JP Oh how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold i Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 8 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens-, My study long have been ; Such sparkling light, by human sight, Has never yet been seen. i If heav'n be thus, O ! glorious Lord, Why should I stay from thence! What folly 'tis that I should dread To die and go from hence. HYMN 34£ C. 3VL— Stennett. J ^fe N Jordan's stormy banks I stand, %y And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 Oh the transporting, rapt'rous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields array 'd in living green, And rivers of delight! 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail On trees immortal grow; There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow.. 345 HEAVEN. 4 All o'er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day ; There God, the Son. forevei reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death Are felt and fear'd no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place. And be forever blest? When shall I see my Father's face And in his bosom rest,? 7 Fill'd with delight my raptur'd soul Would here no longer stay; Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. HYMN 345. C. M. 1 "B"ESUS, my Lord, to glory 's gone, CP Him will 1 go and see; And all my brethren here below, AVill soon come after me. 2 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 1 leave you in God's care, And if I never more see you, Go on, I'll meet you there. 3 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Then when we first begun. 4 And when as many years have pass'd. As sands upon the shore, The saints above shall have no fear, That their best days are o'er: 3 If all the drops in ocean's wide Could but be number'd o'er, And then by millions multiplied, And thrice as many more.— 6 And then as many years should paes, As water drops that fall, Or grains of sand, or spires of grass. Upon this earthly ball. 7 And when as many millions more, As stars that fill the sky, Then all these numbers doubled o'e* Can't meet eternity. PARTING & DISMISSION. 848-47 v Eternity will still remain', •Twill be eternity; The song to Christ who once was elain Will last eternally. HYMN 340. C. M.— Watts. 1 fS^HERE is a land of pure delight, JL Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 3 There everlasting spring abides, And never with'ring ilow'rs; Death, like a narrow sea, divides That heav'nly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dresj in living green, So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 Eut tim'rous mortals start and shrink, ' To cross this narrow sea, And linger shiv'ring on the brink And fear to launch away. 5 ! could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes I 8 Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore. PARTING AMD DISMISSION. HYMN 847. M. 7's.— Newton. l "H7?0R a season call'd to part, Jp Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever present friend. 348-49' PARTING AND 2 Jesus hear our humble pray'r i Tender shepherd of thy sheep ! Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 3 In thy strength may we be strong, Sweeten ev'ry cross and pain; Give us, if we live, ere long In thy peace to meet again. 4 Then if thou thy help afford, Ebenezers shall be rear'd, And our souls shall praise the Lord, Who our poor petitions heard. HYMN 348. C. M. 5 "B3EHOLD that great and awful day M-M Of parting soon will come, when sinners must be hurl'd away, And Christians gather'd home. 8 Perhaps the parent sees the child Sink down to endless flames, With shrieks and howls and bitter cries, Never to rise again. B " father ! see my blazing hands, Mother? behold your child! Against you now a witness stands, Amidst the flames connn'd!" i The child perhaps the parents view Go headlong down to hell : Gone with tne n st of Satan's crew, And bid the child farewell ! 5 The husband sees his piteous wife, With whom he once did dwell, Depart with groans and bitter cries, My husband ! fare you well ! 6 But 0, perhaps the wife may see » The man she once did love, Sink down to endless misery, Whilst she is crown'd above i HYMN 319. P. M. H ifl there will be mourning, Ijr Mourning, mourning, mourning. Oh ! there will be mourninsf.-: _^, At the judgment seat of Christ. 'oi DISMISSION. 350 Wives and Husbands there may part, Wives and Husbands there may part, Wives and Husbands there may part, May part to meet no more. 2 O ! there will be, &c. Parents and children there may part, Parents, &c. 8 Oh ! there will be, &c. Brothers and sisters there may part, Brothers, &c. 4 Oh ! there will be, &c. Pastors and people there may part. Pastors, &c. 5 Oh ! there will be, &c. Saints and sinners there will part, Saints, &c. e Oh ! there will be, &c. Sinners and devils there will tneet, Sinners, &c. 7 Oh ! there will be wailing, Saints and angels there will meet, Saints, &c. Oh ! there will be shouting, &c. HYMN 350. L. M. 1 "K^AREWELLj dear friends, 1 must be gone, JH? I have no home or stay with you ; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world do view. CHORUS.— Faretoell, farewell, farewell, My loving friends, farewell. 2 Farewell young converts of the cross ; Oh! labor hard for Christ and heav'n,- You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown will soon be giv'n. Farewell, <$*c. 3 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too, It grieves my heart to leave you here; Eternal vengeance waits for you, turn, and find salvation near. O turn, O turn, O turn, And find salvation near. 331-52 PARTING AND HYMN 351. P. M. 7»8 8i G's. * ifiOME all ye weary trav'lers, %^J And let us join to sing The everlasting praises Of Jesus Christ, our king; In faith, and hope, and patience, We now a re going on, The pleasant way to Canaan, Where Jesus Christ is gone. 2 The pleasant fruits of Caanan Give life, and joy, and peace; Revive our drooping spirits, And faith and love increase; Confess our Lord and master, And run at his command ; And hasten on our journey, Unto the promis'd land. 3 Sinners, why stand ye idle, While we do march along? Has conscience never told you Tha., you are going wrong— Down the broad road to ruin, To bear an endless curse? Forsake your ways of sinning And come along with us. 4 But if you will refuse us, We'll bid you all farewell; We're on the way to Canaan, And you the way to hell ; We're sorry for to leave you, We'd rather you would go, Come try a bleeding Saviour And feel -salvation now. 5 Now to the king immortal, Be everlasting praise, For in his holy service We mean to spend our days, Till we arrive at Canaan, That .haiopy world above ; With everlasting praises To sing redeeming love. HYMN 352. C. M. ' "^7"E pilgrims that are wand 'ring' home, JSL The folPwers of the Lamb, Sweetwr to me than honey comb Is Christ's despised name. dismission. 853-54 2 Let us with undesembled love, Like children hand in hand, Walk to our Father's house above, And to the promis'd land. 3 'Tis there with Christ in Paradise, "We shall forever dwell, Till then let's pray, both night and day. And so, dear friends farewell. '1 HYMN 353. C. M. OW pilgrims let us go in peace, While thro' this world we rove ; all these parting moments cease, And we shall meet above. 2 Though trials here our souls annoy. And foes beset the road, We're hast'ning to eternal joy, Where we shall rest with God, 3 Let us rejoice in God our King, While pilgrims here we rove ! And join with heart and voice to sing The wonders of his love. 4 Soon shall we reach the heavenly land. And tread the peaceful shore, And there unite the glorious band, Our Jesus to adore. Tny HYMN 354. C. M. ORD, when together here we meet, And taste thy heavenly grace, y smiles are so divinely sweet, We're loth to leave the place. . 2 Yet. Father, since it is thy will, That we must part again, O let thy gracious presence still With every soul remain. .3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, TiU we around thy glorious thron?. Sjiall joyous meet' above. 355-58 PASTING AND HYMN 355. L. M.— White. * ^lOME, Christian brethren! ere we part Qj Join every voice and every heart, One solemn hymn to God to raise, One final song of grateful praise. 2 Christians, we here may meet no more, But there is yet a happ'er shore ; And there, releas'd from toil and pain, Dear brethren, we shall meet again. HYMN 356. C. M. 1 rglHRO' Christ -when we together came JL In singleness of heart, We met, O Jesus, in thy name, And in thy name we part. 2 We part in body, not in mind, Our minds continue one ; And each to each in Jesus join'd, We happily go on. 3 Present in spirit still we are, And intimately nigh; While on the wings of faith and pray'r We Abba, Father ! cry. HYMN 35?. P. M. 8's.— Habt. 1 tfH^IS God, the great God, we adore, m Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whoae love is as large as his pow'r, And neither knows measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last. Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come. HYMN 358V L. M.— Haiit. 1 "TfclSMISS us with thy blessing Lord, MJf Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good ; Wash all our wovks in Jesus' blood; , Give evry fette'r'd soul release, And bid us alj "depart in peace.'-' / dismission. 359-60 HYMN 359. P. M. 8, 7, TTESUS, grant us all a blessing, ^P Send ic down, Lord, from above j May we all go home a praying, And rejoicing in thy love. Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, Till we all shall meet again. 2 Jesus, pardon all our follies, Since together we have been; Make us humble, make us holy, Cleanse us all from ev'ry sin. Farewell, &c. 3 May thy presence, Lord, go wKh us, To each one's respective home; And the blessing of our Jesus Rest upon us ev'ry one. Farewell, &c. HYMN 360. P. M. 8, 7, 4. 1 "IT 0RD > dismiss us with thy blessing, JL2 Fill our heart's with joy and peace; Let us now, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace, O refresh us, |' Trav'ling through this wilderness, 2 And when'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey ( May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. — '»»G © ©*<«<— HYMN 361. P. M. 8,7, 8, 7, 4, 7 1 J"fe THOU God of my salvation, %y My Redeemer from all sin, Mov'd to this by great compassion, Yearning bowels from within: 1 will praise thee ; Where shall 1 thy praise begin. 1 While the angels choirs are crying Glory to the great I AM : I with them will still be vieing, Glory, glory to the Lamb! O how precious Is the sound of Jesus' name ! 3 Now I see with joy and wonder Whence the healing streams arose; Angels minds are lost to ponder Dying love's mysterious cause ; Yet the blessing, Down to all, tq me it flows. 4 Though unseen 1 love the Saviour, He almighty grace has shown ; Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favor! This he makes to mortals known, Give him glory ; Glory, glory is his own. 5 Angels? now are hov'nng round us, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us: Glad to join the holy song. Hallelujah, Love and praise to Christ belong. HY3IN 362. P. M. 7's & 6's. 1 CiUFF'RING Saviour, Lamb of God, ►3 How hast thou been used! With the Almighty's wrathful rod Soul and body bruised! We, for whom thou once wast slain. We, whose sins did pierce thee. Now commemorate thy pain, And implore thy mercy. \ APPENDIX. ■3 We would with thee sympathise in thy bitter passion; With soft hearts and weeping eyes See thy great salvation. Thine's an everlasting love ; We have dearly tri'd thee; Whom have we in heav'n above? Whom on earth beside thee? 3 What can helpless sinners do, When temptations seize us? Nought have we to look unto But the blood of Jesus. Pardon all our baseness, Lord, All our weakness pity, Guide us safely by thy word To the heavenly city. 4 Oh ! sustain us on the road Thro' this desert dreary, Feed us with thy flesh and blood, When we're weak and weary. And when thou shalt call us home, Home to heav'n and glory ; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Shall have all the glory. HYMN 363. L. M. 1 c. 3679-70 appendix. HYMN 369- L. M. 1 "H"'M glad that I was born to die; _B_ From grief and wo my soul shall fly; Bright angels shall convey me home, Away to New Jerusalem. 2 I have some friends before me gone, And I'm resolv'd to follow oni They're happy round my Father's throne} They're looking out for me to come. 3 I hope to meet my brethren there, Who us'd to join with me in pray'r; If you get there before I do, Look out for me, I'm coming too. 4 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath ; I hope to praise him after death: I hope to praise him when 1 die, And shout salvation as I fly. 5 And when to that bright world I come^ And join my everlasting home, My soul shall there forever bloom, Until my body leaves the tomb. 6 Then all shall hear the solemn sound Awake, ye nations under ground | Arise and drop your dymg snrouds, And meet king Jesus in the cloud?;, 7 There I shall see my glorious God, And triumph in his blest abode ; My theme, through all eternity, Shall glory, glory, glory, bet HYMN 370. P. M. 4 lines 1 s. 1 4Th J ESUS my Saviour, I know thou art mine, ^Jr For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign, Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love; No greater possession have angels above. Z Thy spirit first taught me to know I was blind. Then taught me the way of salvation to find, ; And when I was sinking in gloomy despair, My Jesus reliev'd me and bid me not fear. 3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel, * The language of mortals hers ever must fail ; . My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame, I'm rais'd into raptures while praising his name. APPENDIX. 371-72 4 I find him in singing, he is present in prayer, In sweet meditations he always is near; My constant companion, may we never part; All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart. f If ever 1 lov'd thee, 'tis now my dear Lord, I love thy dear children, thy ways and thy wordj 1 love all creation, I love sinners too, Since Jesus has di\ \ to redeem them from wo. 6 When happy in Jesus, I cannot forbear, Though sinners despise me, his love to declare; His love makes me happy, and soon I shall fly To praise my de (ft u ^us in mansions on high. HYMN 371. C. M. 1 fLM ow ha PP y every child of grace, JOi Who knows his sins forgiv'n: This earth he cries, is not my place, I seek my place in heav'n. 3 A country far from mortal sight, Yet O ! by faith I see, The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heav'n prepar'd for me. 3 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heav'nly pow'rs, And antedate that day. 4 We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ conceal'd, And with his glorious presence here Our earthly vessels fili'd. 5 O would he more of heav'n bestow! And let the vessels break; And let our ransom'd spirits go, To grasp the God we seek. 5 In rapturous awe on him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me, . And shout and wonder at his grace Through all eternity. HYMN 312. P. M 8s & 7s. 1 IT^OME all ye humble weeping $ouls, %_J Who long to be forgiven, We bring glad tidings unto you, From the good Lord of heav'n. 373 appendix, CHORUS. IIo ! every one that thirsts, Come ye to the waters, Freely drink and quench your thirst, With Eton's sons and daughters, 1 There is a fountain deep and wide, For sin and all uncleanness, Come drink and wash and be made white, And prove the gospel fulness. Ha! every one, $-c. SO! see the crowd that's trav'ling on, In paths of self-denial, They march along the banks of love, And long for your arrival. Ho! every one, <$-c. 4 Shall unbelief debar you from The knowledge of >our Saviour, Believe and you'll be justified, Believe and live forever. Ho! every one, $~c. 5 My ni^ht of sin and grief is gone, My soul is fill'd with glory ; Oh! for a thousand tongues a) tell Love's animating story. IIo! every one, fye. -6 Let heav'n and earth with me unite, And sing and shout hosaxina, The Lord nas pardon'd all my sins, And fill'd my soul with manna- IIo ! every one, t$-c. 7 -Come on ye follow'rs of the Lamb, Love God and sing hosanna, "We soon shail join that holy throng,^ And always live on manna. IIo ! every one, $-c. HYMN 313. P. M. S's & 7% "H^feON'T you see my Jesus coming, mJ? Don't you see him in y n cloud, V."ith ten thousand angels rougci him. How they do my Jesus crowd; I'll arise and go and meet him, He'll embrace me in his arms; In the arms of my dear Jesus, O there are ten thousand charms. APPENDIX. 374-7.1 2 Death shall not destroy my comfort, Christ shall guide me thro' the gloom; Down he'll send a heav'nly convoy, To convey my spirit home: Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'ernaw me, While my Saviour's by my side; Canaan, Canaan lies before me. Rise and cross the swelling i®ie. 3 See the happy spirits waiting.O On the banks beyond the stream, Sweet responces still repeating, Jesus, Jesus, is their theme: See, they whisper! hark! they call me, "Sister spirit come away;" Lo I come ! earth can't contain me, Hail! ye realms of endless day. HYMN 374. P. M. 1 JJfiOMB, let us anew %_J Our journey pursue, Ro.i round with the year, And n.ver stand still till the Master appears! 3 His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love, 3 Our life is a dream, Our time as a stream ■Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stays 4 The arrow is flown, The moment is gone: The millenial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 5 O that each in the day Of his coming may say, "I have fought my way through, I have finish'd the work tnou didst give me to do.' 6 O that each from his Lord May receive the elacl word, " Well and faithfully done ! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." 'D HYMN 375. P. M. 6 lines 7s. ANIEL'S wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith and spirit slww, 176 APPENDIX. John's divine communion feel, Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal; Run like the unweari'd Paul, "Win the day and conquer all. 2 Mary's love may 1 possess, . . Lydia's tender-heartedness, '* Peter's anient spirit feel, James' f^ith by works reveal. Like young Timothy, may I Every sinful passion fly. 3 Job's submission may 1 show, David's true devotion know; Samuel's call, O may I hear, Lazarus' happy portion share, Let Isaiah's hallow'd fire, All my new born soul inspire.' 4 Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer, Gideon's valiant steadfast care, p v Joseph's purity impart, Isaac's meditating -heart, '\v Abraham's friendship may I prove, Faithful to the "God of love. 5 Most of all may I pursue /C That example Jesus drew; • By my life and conduct show 1> How he liv'd and walk'd below; Day by day, through grace restor'd, Imitate my blessed Lord. 6 When the dreams of life are fled, When its wasting lamps are dead, When in cold oblivion's shade Youth and fame and pow'r are laid Whftre immortal spirits reign, "» There may we all meet again. \ HYMN 376. P. M. 7, 6, 7, 6, 7,6, 6, 7. THE people called Christians, How many things they tell. About the land of Canaan, Where saints and angels dwell: But sin, that dreadful cceaa, Encloses them around, While time still divides them From Canaan's happy ground. Thousands have been impatient To find their passage through, And with united vigour APPENDIX. 377 Have tri'd what they could do; i But vessels built by human skill Have r.evev sailed far Till they're found run aground, On some dreadful sandy bar. ! S The Gospel ship of Jesus : Has launch'd the deep at last, i Behold her sails suspended Around her towering masts; Around her deck, in order, I The joyful sailors stand, ', Crying, O! here we go, To Immanuel's happy land ! 4 To those who are spectators, What sorrow must ensue, To have their old companions Bid them a long adieu ; The pleasures of a paradise No longer them invite; Thev may rail while we sail. But we'll soon be out of sight 5 We're now on the wide ocean, We bid them all farewell, • But where we shall cast anchor-, No mortal tongue can tell; About our future happiness There need he no debate, While we ride on the tide With our Captain and his mate. 6 We're passengers united In harmony and love! I The wind is in our favor, ! How joyfully we move : ! Tho' troubles f*ty surround us ! And raging billows roar, i We will sweep throu2h the deep Till we land on Cannsan's shore. „ HYMN 377. P. M. 7's & 6's. Young Convert. 1 nilHE glorious light of Zion B Is spreading far and wide I— And sinners they are flocking Into the gospel tide: The standard of King Jesus In glorious triumph rise! While sinners crowd around him With joy and swe«t surprise! 3380 APPENDIX. And if you travel down To darkness you are bound, Eternally around The broad road, the broad road, sfl: 4 To a dreadful judgement day You are bound, you are bound, :(fe To a dreadful judgement day, Be your thoughts whate'er they may; Nor can you it delay, You are bound, you are bound. :fl: 5 The God who built the sky, Great I AM, Great I AM, :tl: The God who built the sky Hath said, (and cannot lie,) lmpenitents must die, And be damn'd, and be daran'd. SB: 6 And O! my friends, don't you, I entreat, I entreat, :ii: And 0! my friends, don't you Your carnal mirth pursue, Your guilty souls undo. 1 entreat, I entreat. ;fi: 7 Unto the Saviour flee, 'Scape for life, 'scape for life, :0: Unto the Saviour flee, Lest death eternal be, Your final destiny; 'Scape for life, 'scape for life. :B's HYMN 380. L. M. J rTHHIS is the field, the world below, _H_ in which the sower's come to sow; Jtsus the wheat, Satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares. And soon W reading time toill eornt. And angels shout th' harvest home. 2 To love my sins, a saint appear, To grow with wheat and be a tare- May serve me while on earth below, Where tares and Wheat together grow. But soon th' reaping time will come, And angels shout th' harvest ho?ne, 3 Most awful truth, and is it so! Must all mankind the harvest know? Is every one a wheat or tare? Me for the harvest, Lord prepare: APPENDIX. 3&. For soon th' reaping time will come, And angels shout th' harvest home. [l Then all who truly righteous be, Their Father's kingdom there shall see; But tares in bundles shall be bound, And cast to hell, I doleful sound ! For soon th? reaping time will come, And angels shout th' harvest home. HYMN 381. P. M. 7's. WHO is as the Christian great! Bought, and wash'd with sacred blood, ' Crowns he sees beneath his feet, Soars aloft and walks with God. '! Who is as the. Christian wise! He his nought for all hath giv'n, ' Bought the pearl of greatest price, Nobly barter'd earth for heav'n. "Who is as the Christian blest! He hath found ihe long-sought stone. He is join'd to Christ his rest, He and happiness are cne. Earth and heav'n together meet, Gifts in him and graces join, Blake the character complete, , All immortal, all divine. Lo! his clothing is the sun, The bright sun of right'ousness, He hath put salvation on, Jesus is his beauteous dress. Lo! he feeds on living bread, Drinks the fountain from above, Leans on Jesus' breast his head; Feasts foreyer on his love. Angels here his servants are, Spread for him their golden wings, To his throne of glory bear, ! Seat him by the King of kings. HYMN 382. P. M. 10s & 8s; |'^S7'HAT happy children who follow Jesus, Nr v Into the house of pray'r and praise, ■ And join in union, while love increases, Heeolv'd this way to spend omr days. 3 '383 APPENDIX, Altho' we're hated by the world and Satan, By th' flesh, and such as love not God: Yet happy moments and joyful seasons, We oft times find on Canaan's road. 2 Since we've been waiting on blessed Jesus, We felt some strength come from above. Our hearts have burh'd with holy rapture. We long to be with Christ above. Then let us hold fast what is given, And trust in God for time to come : Sure we shall find our way to heav'n, So farewell, brethren, we're going home, 3 And as we go, let us praise our Jesus, And pray for those who spurn his grace; Lest they should loose love's richest treasure. And ne'er enjoy his smiling face. Now here's my heart and my best wishes, In token of my Christian love; In hopes with you to praise my Jesus, So farewell, brethren, we'll meet above. HYMN 383. P. M. ll's.— E— . , Remember Lot's Wife. Luke xvii. 32. 1 "^7"E careless professors, who rest on your lees, B Amidst your vain pleasures, your profit and eaS' Now God says, "Arise and escape for your life, "And look not behind you .—Remember Lot's Wife. 2 Awake from your slumber, the warning receive; 'Tis Jesus that warns you, the message believe; While dangers are pending, "Escape for life, "And look not behind you, Remember Lot's Wife.' 3 The first bold apostate will tempt you to stray, And tell you no dangers are found in the way ; He means to deceiye you: "escape for your life, "And look not behind you, Remember Lot's Wife.' 4 How many poor souls has the serpent beguiPd, With specious temptations how many defll'd ; Then be not deluded: "escape for your life, "And look not behind you, Remember Lot's Wife,' 5 The ways of religion true pleasures afford, No pleasures can equal the joys of the Lord ; Forsake then the world, " and escape for your life, "And look not behind you, Remember Lot's Wife.' 8 But if you determine the call to refuse, And ventured the way of destruction to choose : For hell, you must part with the blessings of life, , And than, if not now, you'll Rimernb^r Lot's Wife. J APPENDIX. 384- HYIN 384. P. M. 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 4- 3 TOfARK ! how the gospel trumpet sounds, JOL Through all the world the echo bounds! And Jesus, by redeeming blood, Is bringing sinners back to God: And guides them safely by his word To endless day. 2 Hail! all-victorious, conqu'ring Lord! Be thou by all -thy works ador'd, "Who undertook for sinful man, And brought salvation through thy name, That we with thee may ever reign In endless day. 3 Fight on, ye conqu'rins souls, fight on, And when the conquest you have won, The palms of victory you shall bear, And in his kingdom have a share, And crowns of glory ever wear In endless day. 4 There we shall in full chorus join, With saints and angels all combine, To sins of his redeeming love, When "rolling years shall cease to move, And this shall be our theme above In endless day. HYMN 385. P. M. 10, 10, 11, 11.— Newto^ 1 The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 1 PH1HO' troubles assail, and dangers affright, JL Tho' friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Ye't one thing secures us, whatever betide, i -The scripture assures us, "The Lord will provide." 2 The birds, without barn, or storehouse, are fed ; From them let us learn, to trust ;or our bread : His saints, what is fitting, shall ne'er be deny'd, .( So long as 'tis written, " The Lord will provide.'-' 3 We may, like the ships, by the tempest be tos'd, On perilous deeps, but never be lost; ,! Tho' Satan enrages the wind and the tide. The promise engages, "The Lord will provide." , 4 His call we obey, like Abra'hm of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold ; :, I 1 For tho' we are strangers, we have a sure guide, ift.,) And trust in all dangers, "The Lord will provide.'- 8 386 APPENDIX. 5 When Satan appears, to stop up our path, And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith ; He cannot take from us, tho' oft he has try'd, Tnis heart cheering promise, " The Lord will provide.' 6 He tells us we'er weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we seek, we ne'er shall obtain; But when such suggestions our graces have try' \ This answers all questions, " The Lord will provide." 7 No strength, of our own, or goodness we claim ; Yet since we have known the Saviour!s sreat name, In this our strong tow'r for safety we hide; The Lord is our pow'r, " The Lord will provide." 8 When life sinks apace and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us thro'; Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shoutinsr, "The Lord will provide." HYMN 38G. P. M. 10,11,10,11. 1 ^H^IT' scenes of confusion and creature complaints, Jjf.IL How sweet to my soul is communion witn saints To find, at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. CHORUS. Home, home-, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness 1 roam, I long to behold thee, in glory at home. S I sigh, from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee: Though now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission and strength as my day ; In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, give me thy grace, The spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face: Indulge me with patience to wait ait thy throne, And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 6 [ Ion?, deai'.st Lord, in thy beauties to shine. No more as an exile in sorrow to pine, And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee, at home. appendix. 387-88 HYMN 3g% P. M. 6, 6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 1 "IT'LL go attempting pray'r, ' J| For my soul, for my soul, Sil'll eo attempting pray'r, " For my soul ; I'll eo attempting pray'r, O may the Lord draw near, And make me pray sincere, For my soul, for my soul; And make me pray sincere, For my sou!. 2 Have mercy, Lord, on me, On my soul, on my soul, .Di Have mercy, Lord, on me, And Bring me near to see What need I have of thee, For my soul, for my soul. :B: 3 When I was sinkin? down With my soul, with my soul, iSs When I was sinking down Eeneath God's righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown, For my soul, for my soul, rffs 4 What wond'rous love is this, Or my soulr 0! my soul! :D: What wond'rous love is this ' That caus'd the Lord of bliss To send his precious peace To my soul, to my soul. -.3: 5 Ye winded seraphs fly, Bear the news, hear the news ; :tf: Ye winged seraphs fly Like comets through the sky, Fill vast eternity With the news, with the news. :lfc 8 Ye friends of Zion's King, Join his praise, join his praise; ;tl« Ye friends of Zion's Kins With hearts and voices sing, And strike each tuneful string In his praise, in his praise. :fl: HYMN £§§. P, M. 5, 5, 11. OTELL me no more Of this w.T'ds vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er ; 389 APPENDIX, A country I've found Where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground, S The souls that believe, In paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive. . My soul don't delay. He calls thee away, Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day, 3 No mortal doth know What he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort— go after him, go, Lo, onwurd I move To a cruntry above; None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. 4 Grea'„ spoils I shall win, From death, hell and sin, 'Mii'st outward afflictions, 1 feel Christ wifhin: And when I'm to die, Receive me, I'll cry, For Jesus has lov'd me 1 cannot tell why. 5 But this I do find, We two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind. So this is the race: I'm running, thro' grace, Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's face. HYMN 3S9. P. M. 7's h 6's. J ~ES> I?E my soul shake off thy fears, MM/ Lay aside thy mourning, Wipe away those falling tears, Cease this inward groaning. Though thy sins like mountains rise, Though they reach to heaven, Jesus lives above the skies, They may be forgiven. 2 Once a man of sorrows, he Wrestled in the garden, Died upon the shameiul tree, | To procure thy pardon- Rose triumphant from the grave^ Lives thy great Redeemer Strong and powerful to saYe. Ev'ry true believer. 390 APPENDIX. 5 Wherefore then with fears dismay'd, Why with grief dejected; All that seek shall find his aid, None shall be rejected. Rise and prove his faithful word, Feel his pardon flowing, 1 Let thy faith embrace the Lord, I All his goodness knowing. ; 4 He thy burden shall remove, Speak thy sins" forgiven, Crown thee with his peace and love, Turn thy hrll to heav'n ; Guide thee by his counsel here, Still, thy strength renewing, Save from ev'ry anxious care All thy loes subduing. 5 And when earth with all its strife Thou in peace art leaving; When the dearest cords of life Death's strong hand is reaving, Thou, my soul shall mount on high, Gain thy heavenly treasure, Live with God, no more to die, In those realms of pleasure. HYMN 390. P. M. 8 lines 8s. 1 TBHSTHAT think you of Christ? is the test V v To try both your state and your scheme; You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him. As Jesus appears in your view, As he is beloved or not; So God is disposed to you, And mercy or wrath is your lot. 2 Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most; Sure, these have no feelings like me, Nor know themselves wretched and lost; So guilty, so helpless am I, I durst not confide in his blood, Nor on his protection rely, Unless I were sure he is God. i 8 Some call him a Saviour, in word, But mix their own works with his plan ; And hope he his health will afford, When they have done all that they can: 391 APPENDIX. If doings prove rather too light, (A little, they own, they may fall,) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting his nam? in the scale. 4 Some style him the pearl of great price, And say he's the fountain of joys; Yet feed upon folly and vice, And cleave to the world and its toys; Like Jurla'? the Saviour th^y kiss. And while they salute him, betray; . Ah ! what will profession like this' Avail in his terrible day? 5 If ask'd what of Jesus I think? Though still my best thoughts are but poor, I say, he's my meat and my drink, My life, and my strength, and my store, My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend, My Saviour from sin and from thrill; My hope from beginning to end, l\ly portion, my' Lord, and my All. HYMN 391. I- M. 1 njnflERE is a school on earth begun, Jl_ Instructed by the Holy One; He calls his pupils there, to prove The sweetness of redeeming love. 2 Thg school book is the Scripture true ; The lessons a e forever new; In this ihe pupils are agreed, It is a blessed school indeed. 3 'Tis here the blind may learn to see; Then rome, ye blind, the school is free: And here the lame may learn to walk; The dumb may also learn to talk. 4 'Tis here the deaf may learn to hear; Then come ye deaf and lend an ear; Listen to Jesus' pleasant voice, He'll make your mourning souls rejoice, I Come, brethren, you who are at school, Attention pay to ev'ry rule ; Here may we learn the happy art Of loving God with all oar hoaxt.. DIX. appendixI 392-93 HYMN 392. L. M. MARK! dont you hear the Turtle Dove, The tokens of redeeming love ! From hill to hill we hear the sound, The neighbouring valleys echo round! ! Oh Zion ! hear the Turtle Dove, The tokens of redeeming love: | They're come the barren land to cheer, I And welcome in the jubile year. | I The winter's past, the rain is o'er, ! We feel the chilling winds no more; Sweet spring is come, and summer too, All things appear divinely new ; i i On Zioh's mount the watchmen cry, ! The resurrection's drawing nish ; ! Behold, the nations from abroad i . Are nocking to the mount of God. The trumpet sounds botn far and nigh, | "Oh sinners, turn! why will you die?' How can you stand the gospel charms? Enlist with Christ, gird on 3'our arms: | These are the days that were foretold In ancient tim°s by prophets old ; They long'd to see this glorious light,. 1 But all have died without the sight. 1 The latter days have now come on, And fugitives are nocking home; : Behold them crowd the gospel road, , All pressing for the mount of God. j Oh yes, and 1 will join the band- Now nere's my heart,- and here's my hand; With Satan's bands no more I'll be, i But fight for Christ and liberty. I His banner soon shall be unfurl'd, j And he will come to jud°e the world ; ! On Zion's mountain we will stand, | Surrounded by fair Canaan's land. i The sun and moon shall darken'd be, i The flames consume the land and sea ; When worlds on worlds together blaze, Wt'il shout, and loud hosannas raise. HYMN 393. L. M. CAMP-MEETINGS with thy presence cfowr,; And show'r, O Lord, thy biessings down ; Fill eVuyz-heart with holy zeal, And aft thy right'ousuess reveal. S94-9ST ^PPBtfDIX. 2 O'er^all our hosts do thou preside, And all our various movements guide : The praying companies attend, And shew thyself the sinner's friend. 3 Pour out thy spirit on thy sons, And visit thine annointed ones; May every virgin trim her lamp, And glory rest upon our camp. 4 May pray'r and praise united rise Like holy incenss to the skies: In all our camp display thy pow'rf May souls be born each day and hour! HYMN 394. L. M. ' "E^H~ E dies! the friend of sinners dies! .H-JsL Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A soiemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load ; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men: But ! what sudden joys we see, Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb.' Up to his Father's court he flies, Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears ye saints, and tell How high your great deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains. 6 Say "live forever, wondrous King, Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster "Where's thy stin?: "And where's thy victory, boasting grave?' HYMN 395- P. M. 8, 8; 6, 8, 8, On Baptism. ALEM'S brizht King, Jesus by name, _ In ancient time to, Jordan came, All right'ousness to till; m APPEND!*^*, S95 Twas here the ancient bapt; st stoo An ev *ning walk becoming thee ; And wither dost thou choose, we shall take our cours To Calvai :y or Gethsemane ? 2 Oh! Calv'r;/ is a mountain high, And qui'.e too great a task for me; And an e v'ning's repose, I would rather choose, Than Cdvary or Gethsemane. 3 The mountain would not seem so high, Nor yet so great a task for thee, If thou didst love the man, who first laid the plan, Of climbing the mountain Calvary. * 4 What leave my comp'ny all behind, In youthful bloom to go with thee? There's time enough yet, and th' journey's not sogTe- I cao soon climb th' mountain Calvary. 5 Your lay companions will not do, Pooi- blinded soul couldst thou but see, If e'er thou wouldst stand, on Canaan's happy land, Thou must first climb th' mountain Calvary. 6 I'd now rather live at my ease, And go some other time with thee; "When blooming youth is gonp, and old age comes on. I will then go with thee t' Calvary. 7 There is no better time than youth To climb this mountain you must see, When youthiul days are gone, and old age comes on, How then canst thou climb up Calvary. 8 Oh hark! I heard a dreadful sound- Awake, awake, thy danger see, A blooming youth is gone, and is laid in th' tomb, Who rei'us'd to climb up Calvary. ' 9 Alas ! I know not what to do, A dreal alarm hath seized me; In sin I've gone on, till I fear I'm undone, How now can I, climb up Calvary. 10 tarry not in all the plains, Eternal vengeance threatens thee; But look up to th' man who was slain for thy sin, And he'll help thee t' climb up Calvary. :;' ' APPENDIX. 400 HYMN 400. P. M, 5, 6, 5, 6. Christ inviting sinners to the cross. a "%%J~ lLL y° a come t0 th ' cross V V I have died on for you, To save you from death, That is justly your due. CHOR. Ah! will you, will you, will you, will you, Come to the cross. Ah! will you, frc.—Come to the cross. 2 There while at my feet In contrition you lie, I'll hush with my love, Ev'ry penitent sigh. Ah! will you, will you, will you, will you, Kneel at my feet. Ah! will you, fyc— Kneel at my feet. 3 'Tis th' Saviour that calls, "fis youv God that implores, Ye sinners to turn And be sinners no more. Ah! will you, mill you, will you, will you, Turn and be free. Ah! will you-, §~c.—Tum and be free. £4 Be free from the world, Its temptations and cares, And take up th' cross- It is easy to bear. Ah! will you, will you, will you, will you, Take up the cross. Ah! will you, $*c.—Take up the cross. ■5 Will you walk in m' ways, Will you do what I say, And evince to the world That your children of day, Ah! will you, will you, will you, will you, Do what I say. Ah! will you, fyc- Do what I say. len when you are done With the sorrows of time, fou shall reign with your " iviour in happi'r ciimes. Ah! will you, will you, will you, will you. Reign with me there. Ah! will you, i$*c— Reign with me thers. 401-3 APPENDIX, HYMN 401. S. INI. — J. W. On the 'meeting of friends. 1 rHlHE Lord our help has been ; H Our lives he hach prolong'd;l Giv'n us on earth to meet again, With nothing lost or wrong'd. 2 ! for this love and grace Let ev'ry heart now raise, "With sweet accord, each ransom'd pow'r, To celebrate his praise. 3 Whilst earth is our abode— Our God we will adore; And when we gel to Zion's hill, We'll praise him evermore. HYMN 402. C. M.— J. W. Dedication of a Meeting-house. 1 ^ |p HIS new built Bethel now is done, Ja. And here we've met to-uay, To dedicate this house to God- To preach, to sing and pray. 2 Here may the pray'r of fairh prevail- Here may the Gospel run : And ev'ry true believer feel, The bliss of heav'n begun. 3 May sinners here their sins renounce, And yield their all to God ; From sin and hell redemption find, By faith in Jesus' blood. 4 "Within these walls let ho'y peace, And love and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease— The wounded spirit heal. 5 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home ; May growing numbers worship here And" praise thee in our room." HYMN 403. M. 7s. 4 Privileges of Adoption. LftSSED are the sons of God, They are bought with Jesus' bleai APPENDIX. 404 They are ransom'd from the grave— ] Life eternal they shall have ; With them number'd may we be, Here, and in eternity. 2 They are justifi'd by grace; They enjoy the Saviour's peace; All their sins are wash'd away; They shall stand in God's great day; With them number'd may we be, Here, and in eternity. 3 They produce the fruits of grace In the works of right'ousness ; They are harmless, meek, and mild, Holy, blameless, undefil'd; With them number'd may we be, Here, and in eternity. 4 They are lights upon the earth, Children of a heav'nly birth; One with God, with Jesus one; -Glory is in them begun; With them number'd may we be, JHere, and in eternity. HYMN 404. U M. Crucifixion to the World. 1 "^]ik7" HEN * survey the wond'rous cross Wv On which the prince of glory died, JVly richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 8 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet. Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crowns 1 Were the wide realm of nature mine. That were a present far too small; iLiove so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my al?, 405-7 APPENDIX. HYMN 405. P. M. 7s. Christ's Resurrection. 1 "flHH"ARK! the herald angels say, H Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day ! Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo! the Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Lives again our glorious King, 'Where, O death, is now thy~sting?' Once he died our souls to save, ' ' Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?' 4 'Hail, thou great almigthy Lord, 'Hail, thou blest incarnate Word; * Hail, thou surFring son of God, 'Take the trophies of thy blood.' HYMN 406. L. M. Praise from all the Earth. 1 SL^ROM all who dwell below the skies, _H? Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue- 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attend thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more- 3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him ail creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HYMN 407. C. M.— Taylor. For sundry occasions. 1 ^~^OME, let us now forget our mirth, ^J And think that we must die; What are our best deliehts on earth, Compar'd with those on high. 2 Our pleasures here will soon be past, Our brightest joys decay, But pleasures there forever last And cannot fade away. APPENDIX. 408 3 HeTe sins and sorrows we deplore, With many cares distrest; But there the mourners weep no more, And there the weary rest. 4 Our dearest friends, when death shall calk At once must hence depart ; But there we hope to meet them all, And never, never part. 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, With all our ransom'd powers; And we shall gain this great reward, This glory shall be ours. ■d©©-" ADDITIONAL HYMNS. —,H\9 @©««— HYMN 408. L. M. 1 "%)S7" HEN Jesus first at heaven's command, V v Arose and left his father's throne B.edeeming work to do he came, And guardian angels knew the same. CHOR. Go die my son, my son go suffer pain, And then return to me again. 2 See Jesus climb up Calvary's hill, To do his father's blessed will. See him with spears they pierce amain, His precious side— he dies in pain. Go die my son, my son go suffer fain, And then return to me again. 3 Arise my son, once more obey— Go, angels roll the stone away. My son is coming back again, And shall with me forever reign. Now reign thou great Redeemer, reign on high, In glory, poio'r and majesty. 409-10 APPENDIX. HYMN 409. C. M.— J. W. A Revival Hymn. 5 ClPIElT of God, tliine influ'nce shed K5 On us, and all around ; Hallow this place, and bless thy word ; Make ev'ry heart to bound. 2 A solemn and a feeling time Moy this occasion be, That old and young— that rich and .poor, Thy pow'r displayed may see. 3 Come now, bless'd spirit from above ; Come now, just now descend ; Convince the unconvinced of sin, And then their troubles end. £ The joy of cancel'd sin bestow— The bliss of paradise— O let us have a penticost, A falling, and a rise. HY3IN 410. P. M. 7 ^fe UR Poundage here shall end , by and by, >H3r From Egypt's yoke set free ; Hail the glorious jubilee; And to Canann march along, by and by. 2 Our Deliv'rer, he shall come, by and by, And our sorrows have an end, With our three score years and ten, And vast glory crown the day, by and by. 3 Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on, Tho' our hearts dissolve with fear, Lo! Sinai's God is near! While the fiery pillar moves, we'll go on, 4 Thro' Ma-rah bitter streams, we'll go on; Tho' Baca's vale be dry, And the land yield no supply; To a land of corn and wine, we'll go on. 5 And when to Jordan's floods, we are come, Jehovah rules the tide— And the waters he'll divide, And the ransom'd host shall shout, we are come- 5 Then friends shall meet again who have lov'd ; Our embraces shall be sweet, At the dear Redeemer's feet; When we meet to part no more, who have lov'd i APPENDIX. 41\ 7 Then with all the happy throng, we'll r rejoice T Shouting praises to our king, Till the vaults of heav'n- ring ; And through all eternity, we'll rejoice. HYMN 411. L. M. 1 M^i O preach my Gospel, saith the Lord, %M~ Bid the whole world my grace receive 5 He shall he sav'd that trusts my word; . He shall be damn'd that won't believe. 2 I'll make your great commission known, . And ye shall prove my Gospel true, . By all the works that I have done, By all the wonders ye shall do. a Teach all the nations my commands^ "I'm with you till the world shall end, AH pow'r is trusted in my hands, I can destroy, and I defend." ; HYMN 412. C. M. The Gospel, or birth of Christ. 1 "fL^7" H1LE shepherds watch'd their flocks by nighL WW All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 ( ."Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind,) J "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you in David's town this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign; 4 "The heav'nly babe you there shall find To human view display'd. All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 "Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng Of angels praising God, on high, And thus addres'd their song ; 6 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace; Good will henceforth, from heav'n to men-, Begin and never cease." 413-14 APPENDIX. HYMN 413. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. AIL, all hail ! bless'd Sabbath morning, . Prelude to eternal res' ; leav'n descends to crown thy mem'ry; Millions rise to call the blest; Hallelujahs, Hail the day of sacred rest. 2 Hail, all hail ! bless'd courts of Zion, Habitation of our King; May thy congregated thousands, Make thy domes with praises ring; Hallelujah, Shout the praise of Zion's King. 3 Hail, all hail ! thrice blessed gospel, Clothed with energy divine ; "Word of life— for ever precious; Treasure of th' eternal mind: Word Eternal, Nerve the weak— illume the blind. 4 Hail, all hail ! ye sacred heralds Of the cross, the crucifi'd ; Lift the banner— blow the trumpet, Tell the nations, Jesus died! Hallelujah, Jusus' word is glorifi'd. 5 Hail, all hail! ray dear companions, Trav'lers to the land of peace ; Love divine, cements our union, Fits us for our bless'd release : Happy signal, Death our union shall increase. 6 Then we'll hail the upper Zion, Sabbaths there shall never end: O how sweet to sing for ever- Gazing on the sinners Friend i Hallelujah, Glory be to God— amen. HYMN 414. P. M. 1 "BJSTeaR. the royal proclamation, JT8- The glad tidings of salvation; Published to every creature, To the ruin'd sons of nature. CHORUS. Jesus reigns, he reigns victorious, Over heav'n and earth most glorious. Jesus reigns. APPENDIX. 2 See the royal banner flying, Hear the heralds loudly crying; Rebel sinners, royal favour Now is offer'd by the Saviour. Jesus reigns, &c. 3 Hear ye "sons of wrath and ruin, Who have wrought your own undoing; Here is life and free salvation Offer'd to the whole creation. Jesus reigns 4°c. \ 'Twas for you that Jesus died, For you he was crucified; Conquer'd death and rose to heaven, Life eternal through him's given. Jesus reigns, #c. 5 Turn unto the Lord most, holy, Shun the path of vice and folly; Turn or you are lost forever, O now turn to God your Saviour. Jesus reigns, $*c. 6 Here is wine, and milk, and honey, Come and purchase without money; Mercy, like a flowing fountain, Streaming from the holy mountain. Jesus reigns, &c. 7 For this iove let rocks and mountains, Purling streams and chrystal fountains; Roaring thunders, lightning blazes, Shout the great Messiah's praises. Jesus reigns, §-c. 8 Shout ye tongues of every nation, To the bounds of the creation ; Shout the praise of Judah's lion, The almighty King of Zion. Jesus reigns, fyc. 9 Now our souls have caught new fire, Brethren raise your voices higher ; Shout with ioyful acclamation, To the prince of our salvation. Jesus reigns, een no more: In him our urety seem'd to say, "Behold, I bear your sins away. 1 ' 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood The living bird went free; The type, well understood, Express'd the sinner's plea; Describ'd a guilty soul enlars'd, And by a Saviour's death discharg'tl. 6 Jesus, I love to trace, Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace, The same in ev'ry age! O srant that I may faithful be To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me. HYMN 419. C. M. Brazen serpent 1 "^]&7' HEN Israel's son's, a murm'ring race, ?7 Despis'd their heav'nly bread, God bade his fiery serpents fly, To strike the rebels dead. APPENDIX, 420 -21v 2 Swift like an arrow through the air The baneful reptiles fly ; The rebels feel the deadly wound, And groan, and gasp, and die. 3 A part still live ; but 0, what looks 1 What agonizing pain ! The fatal poison works within, And human help is vain. 4 Now Moses feels his Israel's griefs, To God for them he prays ; A brazen serpent he's to make. And on a pole to raise. 5 How strange the means! but in his hand The remedy how sure ! Not one that view'd the healing brass But found immediate cure. 6 Thus Jesus on the sacred cross Is lifted up on high ; Sinners, now look to him by faith, And you shall never die. HYMN 420. L. M. To-day. 1 TOTASTEN, O sinner, to be wise, JOL And stay not for the morrow's sun; The longer v/isdom you despise, The harder is she to be won. 2 O hasten, mercy to implore, And stay not for the morrow's sun; For fear thy season should be o'er, Before this ev'ning's course be run. 3 Hasten, sinneic, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn, Before the needful work is done. 4 Hasten, O sinner, to the blest, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear the curse should thee arrest, Before the morrow is begun. HYMN 421. P. M. 6, 6, 6, G, 8, 8 = Rejoice in the Lord alioays. REJOICE, the Lord is King, Your God and King adore; 1 422 APPENDIX. Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Ilejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purg : d our stains, He took his seat above : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice sJ.oud, ye saints, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus siv'n: Lilt up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. HYMN 423. C. M. Providences reviewed. 1 1LJU" HEN al1 tnv mercies, my God 5 ^V My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redress-d ; When silent in the womb 1 lay, 6 And hung upon the breast. • To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercv lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in pray'r. ■ i When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey : d me sa.'e, And led me up to man. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts, 1 My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, » That tastes those gifts with joy. appendix. 423-24 6 Thro' ev'ry period of my life, Tby goodness I'll adore! And, after death, in distant worlds, Thy mercy still explore. 7 Thro' all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise; But, O! eternity's too short To utter ail thy praise. HYMN 423. C. M. ^Prospect of the resurrection. 1 rfPlHRO' sorrow's night and danger's path, JL Amid the deep'ning gloom, We, soldiers of an injur'd King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, where the turmoil is no more, . And all our pow'rs decay, Our cold remains, in soliiude, Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, The storms of life shall beat. 4 These ashes poor, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise, and break The long and dreary sleep. 5 Then love's soft dew o'er ev'ry eye Shall shed its mildest rays, And the long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. HYMN 424. L. M. The Mercy seat. '.''- [ 1 TO ROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows M} From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat, 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; k A place than all besides more sweet, It is the blood-bought niercy-seeu. < 425 APPENDIX. 3 There is a scene, where spirits blend,— Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy-seat. 4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd"? Or how, the hosts of hell defeat, Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat'! 5 There, there on eagle-wings we soar, And sin, and sense seem all no more ; And heav'n comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-scat. 6 O! let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still: This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat. HYMN 425* L. M. The striving of the Spirit. 1 ^1 AY > sinner, hath a voice within J<5 Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,— Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity; And pointed to the coming wrath, And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee? 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and lisht; Regard in time the warning kind ; That call thou may'st not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive With harden'd, self-destroying man; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 8 Sinner— perhaps this very day, Thy 'last accepted time may be; Oh, should 'st thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. appendix. 426-27 HYMN 428. P. M. 12s; The voice of Free grace. 1 PTf^HE voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain, JL For all that believe, Christ has open'd a fountain ; For sin, and uneleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation. CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased our pardon! We'll praise him again, zohen zoe pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair; Now he calls you in mercy, and can you forbear? Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain, His blood can remove them, it streams from this fountain. 3 Now Jesus, our Lord, reigns triumphantly glorious; O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious ! With shouting proclaim it,— O trust in his passion, He saves us most freely ;— O glorious salvation. 4 Our Jesus proclaims his name all victorious, He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious ; To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation, And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation. 5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore, With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more j We'll range the sweet plains, on the banks of the river, And then sing salvation for ever and ever. HYMN 427. L. M. Distinguishing grace arfcnoivledged. 1 ~W HEAR a voice that comes -from far; Ji. From Calvary it sounds abroad; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear- It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 3 And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy's voice? 3 Alas, for those!— the day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice, they would not hear before. 4 With such, 1 own, I once appear'd, But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters, from the cross. 428-29 appendix. 5 But let me not forget to own, That if 1 differ aught from those, 'Tis clue to sov'reign frace alone, Thut oft selects its proudest foes. HYMN 428- P. M. 8 lines 8s. Death of a sister. 1 ^^SllS finish'd! the conflict is past, B The heav'n-bom spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplished at last, And now she : s entomb'd with the dead. The months of affliction are o'er, The days and the nights of distress ; "We see her in anguish no more- She's gained her happy release. 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now ; For deatn to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below. Her soul has now taken its flight To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, And dwell in the kingdom of loye. 3 The victory now is obtain'd ; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd— She's now where she longed to be. Then let us forbear to complain, That she has now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her ag.iin. With new and redoubled delight. HYMN 429. P. Si. 8, 7, 8, 8, 7, 8. The dying Christian speaking to his soul. 1 "WpffAl, spark, of heav'nly flame ! XP Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying j Oh the pain, the bliss of dyins ! Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper— angels say, "Sister spirit, come awayi" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sieht, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath. Tell me, my soul— can this oe death] APPENDIX. 430-31 3 The world recedes!— it disappears!— Keav'n opens on my eyes!— my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O gravel where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? 'C HYMN 430. P. M. lis & 10s. Invitation to the Mercy-seat. OME ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, ferver. tly kneel ; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. 3 Herje see the bread of life ; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. HYMN 431. C. M. Not ashamed of the gospel, 2 Tim. i. 12. 1 TT'M not asham'd to awn my Lord, ft Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honor of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God ! I know his name : His name is all my trust: Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure ,.'■ What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour. I Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appeint my soul a place. 432-33 appendix. HYMN 432. P, M. 8, 8, 6. * TTJTOW happy is the pilgrim's lot; MM. How free from ev'ry anxious thought, From worldly hope and feari Confin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2 Nothing on earth I call my own ; A stranger to the world, unknown, I all their goods despise; 1 trample on their whole delight, And seek a city out of sight, A city in the skies. s There is my house and portion fair ; My treasure and my heart are there. And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And ansels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 4 1 come, thy servant, Lord, replies; I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heav'nly rest I When e'er my pilgrimage shall end ; I'll pray, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Receive me to thy breast! HYMN 433. P. M. 7s & 6s. Christ our all. 1 "*7" ATN delusive world adieu, ^ With all of creature good, Onlv Jesus I'll pursue. Who bought me with his blood; All thy pleasure I'll forego, I'll tramDle on thy wealth and pride ; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucifi'di S Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity; Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, He tasted death for mei Me to save from endless wo, The sin atoning victim died; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesua crucifi'di • APPENDIX. 434 3 Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end, This is all my happiness, On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his love abide; Only Jesus wit! 1 know, And Jesus crucift'd! 4 that I could ajl invite. This saving truth to prove; Show the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of Jesus' love ; Fain I would to sinners show, This blood alGne by faith appli'd; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucifl'd! HYMN 434. P. M. 7s & 6a. The gospel banner. 1 "J&XOW be the gospel banner JJ%| In ev'ry land unfarl'dj { Ana be the shout hosanna, Re-echo'd tbro' the wprld; Till ev'ry isle and natron, Till ev'ry tribe and tongue. Receive the great salvation, And join the happy throng. 2 What though th' embattled legions Of earth and hell combine? His arm throughout their regions Shall soon in terror shine. • Gird on thy sword victorious., Immanuel, Prince of peace, Thy triumph shall be glorious, Ere yet the battle cease. Yes, thou shalt reign for ever, O Jesus, King of kings, Thy light, thy love, thy favor, Each ransom'd captive sings. The isles for thee are waiting,!) The deserts learn thy praise, The hills and vallies greeting, The song responsive praise. d 435-36 appendix* HYMN 435. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 1 ^J&7~ H0 is this tnat com es from Edom > ▼ v All his raiment stain'd with blood; To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears. 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, Traveling onward in his might; 'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious To his people, is the sight ! Satan conquer'd, and the grave, Jesus now is strong to save. B Why that blood, his raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes, there's none remaining, Now the contest to maintain : Fall'n are they, no more to rise, All their' glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign forever, Wear the crown so dearly won! Never shall thy people, never, Cease to sing what thou hast donet Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes! HYMN 436. P, M. 8, 8, 6 } 8, 8,6, f lOffELP Lord, the weakest instrument, jOL Thy sov'reign grace hath ever sent, lo publish and proclaim The reigning pow'r and peace of God; General redemption in thy blood, And pardon through thy name. 8 T' exalt myself, I would not speak. Or, proud of my own talents, seek The praise of fiatt'ring man, But serve thee with a single eye, j And, while thy name I magnify, Thy approbation gain. 3 Here may I covet no reward, Mor trifles, temporal regard, Or reckon earth my home; But things invisible desire, And wait for my appointed hire Till Christ my Lord shall come. appendix. 437-38 4 A Hie or poverty and toil, A thousand lives, one gracious smile Of thine will over pay ; If thou receive me with "well done!' And for thy faithful servant own, In that triumphant day. HYMN 437. L. M.— J. W. * "B" KNOW that my Redeemer lives ; M. What comfort this sweet sentence gives: He lives, he lives, who once was dead, He lives my everlasting head. 2 He lives triumphant o'er the grave, He lives eternally to save; He lives all glorious in the sky, He lives exalted there on high. 3 He lives to bless me with his love, He lives to plead for me above; He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to help in time of need. 4 He lives my kind, wise, heav'nly friend, He lives and loves me to the end ; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing, He lives my Prophet, Priest and King. 5 He lives and grants me daily breath, He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives my mansion to prepare. He lives to bring me safely there. 6 He lives, all glory to liis name; He lives, my Jesus, still the same; the sweet joy this sentence gives, 1 know that my Redeemer lives. HYMN 438. P. M. 12, 11, 12, 11, 12, 12, 12, 1U The Eden qf Love. 1 "B1B"0W sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, jLH. In yon blissful region, the haven of rest, Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me, And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest ; Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded. My happiness perfect, my mind's sky unclouded, I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded, And range with delight through the Eden of Love. f 439 APPENDIX. 2. While angelic legions, with harps tun'd celestial, Harmoniously join in the concert of praise, The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial, In laud hallelujahs their voices will raise:. Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven, My soxtl will respond, To Immanuel be given All' glory, all honor, all might and dominion, Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love, 3: Then hail, blessed state r Hail, ye songsters of glory : Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above I And join your full choir in rehearsing the story, "■Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus' love:" Though 'prison'd in earth, yet by anticipation, Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation, €£ joys that await me, when freed from probation : My heart's now in Heaven, the Eden of Love. HYMN 439. C. M. 1 "^0£7" E ' iaE Pil?rimg on our journey home, W V To Canaan's happy land; Where christians undivided dwell, United heart in hand. CHORUS. With palms in view, we now journey on And tell the pleasing story. That tvhen toe reach that heavenly land, We'll all sing glory ^ glory* 2! There party names shall cease to be, Divisions there shall end ; There all the ransom'd host shall shout. This kingdom none can rend. 3:0;. blessed l'andr O, happy home! Where christians all shall meet, And round the throne of God shall stand Harmcn'ous and complete. « If you get there before I do* Tell o'er the pleasing story, That Christ's redeeming love demands An endless song of glory. f INDEX, TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE FIRST LINE. —.»*.© q e+«<- Hymn £- Page, A CHARGE to keep I have, Afflictions tho' they seem severe, Ah ! and where am 1 now, Alas! and did my Saviour bleed All hail the power of Jesus' namei Almighty Lord, Almighty God, I'm very ill, - : Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound Am I a soldier of the cross And am I born to die, - And can I yet. delay, And did the holy and the just - And must this body die? - And must I be to judgment broupht, And now the scales have left mine eyes Approach, my soul, the mercy seat, - Arise, my soul arise,. Arise my soul and praise the Lord, - Arm of the Lord, awake, awake l - As Jacob did in days of old Ascend thy throne, Almighty king, As near to Calvary I pass, - Assist my soul, my heavenly king, Attend us now Jehovah! Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound, Awake, and sing the song', - Awake, my soul ! stretch ov'ry nerve. Awake, our sculs and with the sun - TTgEFORE the great Jehovah's bar, _HJ9 Begone, my worldly cares away Behold that great and awful dt x y, - Behold th' expected time draw i\ear - Behold the throne ef grace Behold the Saviour of mankind, Behold the Saviour at thy door Beloved Saviour, faithful friend, Beside the goepel pool, Blessed are the sons of God, - INDEX. Hymn 4- Page. • 63 - - - 127 - 304 Blest are the humble souls that see Blest be the tie that binds, Blow ye the trumpet blow - • Brethren we are met together, - . - Brethren, while we sojourn here, Bright as the sun's meridian blaze, Broad is the road that leads to death, CAMP-MEETINGS with thy presence crown, Christ's faithful word, his solemn pledge, Children of the heav'nly king, - Come all ye happy race, .... Come and taste along with me Come all ye weary travellers, - : Come all ye tender-hearted christians, - Come all ye humble weeping souls, • Come brethren dear, who know the Lord, • Come, Christian brethren, ere we part, - Come dearest Lord and bless this day, - Come Father, Son and Holy Ghost, - Come gracious spirit, heavenly dove, - Come happy souls approach your God, Come, Koly Ghost, my soul inspire, Come holy spirit, heav'nly dove, Come holy spirit, come, Come guilty sinner, in whose breast Come, Lord and bless the rising race I - : Come let us join our cheerful songs, Come let us use the grace divine, - Come let us anew ------ Come let us now forget our mirth, . Come, my christian friends and brethren, Come my soul before the Lamb, - Come my soul thy suit prepare, Come my friend and let us try, Come on my partners in distress, - Come, O thou all victorious Lord, Come, my heart and let ws take Come saints and sinners, hear me tell - Come sinners to the gospel feast, - Come sinners, you whose harden'd hearts Come sound his praise abroad, Come thou fount of every blessing, - Come thou soul transforming Spirit, Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come ye sinners, poor and- needy, Come ye that fear the Lord, Come ye that love the Saviour's name, Come ye weary souls, opprest, - : 378 110 61 393 234 57 247 56 351 189 372 367 355 93 IKDEX. llymri come ye that love the Lord, Come ye that love the Lord Indeed, Compar'd with Christ and all beside, Convinc'd of sin men now begin - DANIEL'S wisdom may I know, -, Dear people all attention give,' Day of judgment, day of wonders! . Death 'tis a melancholy day, Destruction's dang'rous road, - Diseases are thy servants, Lord ! Dismiss us with thy blessing Lord, Don't you see my Jesus coming. Drooping souls no longer grieve, - ETERNAL God! enthron'd on high! Eternal spirit, source of light, Eternity is just at hand! $• Page* - 45 FAITH aiids new charms to earthly Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone, Father I dare believe, .... Father, I stretch my hands to thee, - Father of mercies: in thy word, Father of faithful Abra'm hear - Father is not thy promise pledg'd, - For a season call'd to part, - Fountain of life to all below, - - - Frequent the day of God returns, From all who dwell below the skies, - From ev'ry stormy wind that blows— tf"^ LORY to thee, my God this night, - ^38" Go and the Saviour's grace proclaim, God moves in a. mysterious way, Go preach my Gospel, saith the Lord, Gracious Father, gracious Lord, Gracious Lord incline thine ear, Great God, the nations of the earth Great Lord of all thy churches hear - Guide us, thou great Jehovah HAIL my ever blessed Jesus, Hail, migthy Jesus, how divine, - Hall the blest mom, when theereat mediator Hail, all hail ! b'.ess'd Sabbath morning, Hasten, O sinner, to be wise, Happy is he whose early years Hark ! from the the tombs a doleful sound Hark! the jubilee is sounding, Hark ! the herald angels say, - - 252 239 26 413 420 134 331 2S9 405 INDEX.' Hymn $* Hark ! the voice or love and mercy Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, Hark ! how the Gospel trumpet sounds, Hark! don't you hear the Turtle Dove, Hear the royal proclamation, . Hearts of stone, relent, relent, - He dies! the friend of sinners dies! Hell 'tis a word of dreadful sound, Help, Lord, the weakest instrument, He's come ! let every knee be bent, Here in the presence of our God Holy God and hast thou sent How beaut'ous are t! eir feet, How bright appears the morning star How can I vent my grief? - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord How happy every child of grace, How happy is the pilgrims lot, How lost was my condition, .... How much the hearts of those revive, How precious is the name, .... How sad our state by nature is? How sweet, how heavenly is the sieht, How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, How sweet to refltct on those joys that await How tedious and tasteless the hours, "H" ASK the gift of righteousness, JBL I know that my redeemer lives I hear a voice that comes from far, I know that my Reemer lives, I languish for a sight, - - 1 long to see the season come, - I'll go attempting prayer, I'm glad that I was born to die, I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, In all my Lord's appointed ways Indulgent God to thee we pray, Indulgent sov 'reign of the skies, In evil long I took delight, In Jesus' name we come to thee, In thy great name, Lord, we come, In view of the big meeting, Israel, in ancient days, It shall be well, let sinners know - I've found the pearl of greatest price, JESUS \ and shall it ever be, Jeus, dear name how sweet it sounds, Jesus grant us all a blessing, - Page. 33 303 2*4 21 S 277 427 -' 437 232 INDEX. esus great healer of mankind, • esus great shepherd of the sheep, - ;esus hath died that I might live, ; esus I in thy transporting name, - esus I love thy charming name, esus, lover of my soul, - - esus my Lord, to glory 's gone, esu-S; my life, thyself apply, - esus, my Saviour and my Lord, r esus my all to heaven is gone, resus l our best beloved friend, - resus, Redeemer of mankind, - Tesus the Saviour of my soul, Fesus, united by thy grace, Jerusalem! my happy home, loin all who love the Saviour's name, Hymn #• Pat jjjLT INDUED in Christ, for his dear sake, JLSl. Know sinner every one is free • 9T ET ev'ry mortal ear attend - M-A Let hypocrites attend, *;Let party names no more ,;Let thoughtless thousands choose the road •Lift up your hearts Immanuel's friends, ,Like Abra'm to a land unknown - Look down O Lord, with pitying eye Lot he comes with clouds descending Lo! on a narrow neck of land - : Lo r we see the sign appearing Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie ■'Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall 'Lord dismiss us with thy blessing 'Lord r am thine, entirely thine tLord in thy courts we now appear Lord in the morning I will send • J Lord of the harvest hear ■■ Lord our ransom'd souls adore thee Lord send thy servants forth Lord send thy word and let it fly - , Lord we come before thee now - Lord what a wretched land is this Lord we adore thy matchless ways, Lord when we cast our eyes abroad, Lord when together here we meet, ; Love divine, all love excelling, Lovers of pleasure more than God, M ERCY, G thou son of David, 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature INDEX. Hymn Millions there are on heathen ground Mistaken souls that dream of heaven - Mortals awake, with .angels join, My days, my weeks, my months, my years, My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so, My God, my portion and my love, My God, permit my tongue My God, I know, I feel thee mine, My God, the spring of all my joys, - My God, my life, my love, My lovely Jesus while on earth My life declines, my strength is gone, - My soul thy minutes haste away, My soul be on thy guard, My sorrows like a flood - "WTOT the best deeds that we have done JL?% Now, ah I now, I yield, i yield, Now begin the heavenly theme, Now be the gospel banner Now from the altars of our hearts Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, - Now, in a son? of grateful praise, - Now is th' accepted time, Now is the time, th' accepted hour, - Now let my soul with vtonder trace, Now Lord inspire the preachers heart Now Lord the heav'nly seed is sown, • Now pilgrims let us po in peace. Now the Saviour stands a pleading, Now the shades of night are gone, - Now we are met in holy fear, O'RE the gloomy hills of darkness, O for a closer walk with God, O for a glance of heav'nly day - O for a heart to praise my God, O God of mercy hear my call, O God Of sov'reign grace, O holy God to thee we pray, Oh for a thousand tongues to sing, Oh ! give me Lord, my sins to mourn, O how I long to go and see, Oh! how happy are they, - Oh, the sharp panss of smarting pain, O if the lamb had not been slain, O Lord another day is flown, - O Lord our languid souls inspire, Once more a pleasant interview, • One thing is needful, one alone, frPagt - ii a 21 = 27|. 2Sy I 47 I 22t 263 ) index; IJymn fr I: dp Jordan's stormy banks I stand, if ) Jesus my Saviour to thee I submit, ml Jesus my Saviour I know thou art mine, 1:91 tell me no more, i0 that my load of sins were gone, - ;:' ) that I could my Lord receive, - I ) there will be mourning, HO thou that hear'st when sinners cry, RHP thou God of my salvation, . :-k) time, how few thy value weigh, . ijfinr bondage here shall end by and by, . tDur father who in heaven art, .. . Bpjfeur souls by love together knit, ;| what amazing love is this, . rcii what amazing words of grace, 3 when shall 1 see Jesus, PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, . Pray'r is the souls sincere desire, ;-Pray'r was appointed to convey, ; Prepare me gracious God, ... v Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet, MEJOICE, believer, in the Lord, Religion is the chief concern, . Rejoice, the Lord is King, .... ;:Reniember sinful youth, , .Repent the voice celestial cries, . '•Rise my soul shake off thy fears, . £J ALAM'S bright King, Jesus by name, rc|J3 Salvation how precious the sound, 'Salvation ! O the joyful sound, . ,Says faith, "look yonder, see the crown, j; Say, sinner, hath a voice within . i Saviour canst thou love a traitor, Saviour visit thy plantation, . • r Saw you my Saviour, . . . [ ■ . j See how the morning sun, i. See the eternal Judge descending, Shew pity Lord, O Lord forgive, Shepherd divine our wants relieve. . , Since Jesus freely did appear, : Sines Lord thy mighty grace did call, .Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, . Sinner art thou still secure, Sinner, hear the Saviour's call, Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken, . Sinner, turn, why will you die? inner, how oft hath God reprov'd, . Pag-r. 344 - 364 370 INDEX. Hymn «$- Pag' 75 2. Sinners, why so thoughtless grown, Sinners this solemn truth regard, Sinners will you scorn the message, Sinners the voice of God regard, Soon will this mortal life be o'er, . Sovreign of worlds display thy power, Sovreign ruler, Lord of all . Spirit of God, thine influ'nce shed Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, S:recch'd on the cross the Saviour dies, Suff' ring Saviour, Lamb of God, Sweet was the time when first I felt . TEACH us, O Lord, aright to plead, Teach us, O Lord, to sing and pray That awful day will surely come, Thee we adore eternal name, . The best of wisdom is to know The christian knows his God ari|ht, The cross of Jesus purifies The day is past ana gone The gloomy night of darkness, . The glorious light of Zion, The Lord our help has been, The Lord who truly knows . . , The Lord will happiness divine . The love of God how great to men, . The people called Christians, The Saviour calls— let ev'ry ear The Saviour, O what endless charms, The Son of man they did betray, The sacred page proclaims abroad The time is short! the season near, The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain There is a land of pure delight, There is a school on earth begun, There's joy in heavon, and joy on earth, This is the field, the world below, . This new built Bethel now is done, Tho' parents may in cov'nant be, Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright Thou bridegroom of my soul behold Thou shepherd of Israel and mine, ^hou who for sinners once was slain, Thro' Christ when we together came, "'hro- sorrow's night and danger's path, Throughout the Saviour's life we trace Thus saith theLoru, my son shall reign. Thy people Lord, who trust thy word, INDE3 EX. Hymn & Page. 71 319 282 Thy presence gracious God afford Time like an ever rolling stream 'Tis a point I long to know, .... 'Tis linish'd, the conflict is past, . . 'Tis God, the great God we adore, 'Tis religion that can give .... Try us God, and search the ground, i To-day if you will hear his voice, . i I To distant lands thy gospel send, To our Redeemer's glorious name, To thee, O Lord, our heavenly king, To thee our wants are known, 'Twas Jesus' last and great command, . 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, -;! UNCERTAIN how the way to find, "^K7"AIN man thy fond pursuits forbear, W V:iin delusive .world adieu, . :' Vital spark, of heav'nly flame !..••• WANDERING pilgrims, mourning christians, Waks up my muse condole the loss, We're met d^ar friends in Jesus' name, ' , We're met, Lord, before thy throne, . . .<*;. We're pilgrims on our journey home, . . . Welcome, dear brethren, to this place, Welcome sweet day of rest, , We now have heard our brethren tell, What happy children who follow Jesus, What have 1 in this barren land, What language now salutes the ear, . . . What scenes of horror and of dread, . . What think you of Christ? is the test - ;i^. What various hindrances we meet, . . ^ When all thy mercies, O my God, When hlooming youth is snatch'd away, . When converts first begin to sing, .... When frowning death appears, « When God reveal'd his'gracious name, . . . When I can read my title clear When Israel's son's, a murm'ring race, . When I survey the wond'rous cross, When Jesus first at heaven's command,. When Je-ois Christ was here below, ... When languor and disease invade . ... When we with welcome slumber press'd . Where two or three together meet, . : Where two or three, with sweet accord, While shepherds watch-'d, .their -flocks by night, 50- 51 199 107 28 14 79 136 139 433 429 INDEX. Who but thou almighty spirit, . Who is as the Christian great, Who is this that comes from Edom ? Why do we mourn departed friends, Why should the children of a king Why should we start and fear to die, Wide is the gate and broad the way, Will you come to th' cross, With aching heart ana weeping eyes, With hSav'nly power O Lord defend* With my substance I will honor . YE burden'd souls to Jesus come, Ye careless professors who rest on Ye dying sons of men, . . Ye lovely bands of blooming youth, Ye messengers of Christ, . , Ye pilgrims that are wand'ring home, Ye sin-sick souls draw near, Ye sin-sick souls dismiss your fears, Yes we trust the day is breaking, Ye unconverted careless souls, Yonder amazing sight !— I see. . Hymn <$- Page. 106 your lees