Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://archive.org/details/prayermeetingrevOOwin A PRAtER MEETING AUI> Revival Hymn Book $ OR OF THE BEST "Psalnis aed Hymns and Spiritual Soia^s," FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS, FOR THE USE OF SOCIAL PRAYER MEETINGS A3TD REVIVALS OF RELIGION. Tenth Stereotype Edition* BY JOHN WIKEBRENNER, V. D. M. "Lei the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wis- dom, teaching and admonishing one. another in Psalms and Hymns and. Spiritual Songs, singing with grace in j/our hearts unto the Lord."— Col. Ill, 16. mMBRISBUSG, JPa. PUBLISHED- BY JOHN WINEBRENNER, V. D. & 1848* Eastern District of Pennsylvania, to wit: BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the twenty-second day of March, in the forty-ninth year of the Inde- pendence of the United States of America, A. D. J 825, JOHN WINEBRENNER, of said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words follow- ing, to wit : "A Prayer Meeting and Revival Hymn Book: or a selection of the best " Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs," from various authors, for the use of Social Prayer Meetings and Revivals of Religion. By John Winebrenner, V'. J). M." "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, singing with grace in your hearts unto the Lord.— Col. iii. 16. . In conformity to the Act of Congress of the United States, entitled "An Act for the encouragement of learning by securing the Copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned." D. CALDWELL, Clerk of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. THE ARRANGEMENT. 1 Social prayer meetings 2 Before and after sermon 3 Family worship, - 4 Monthly Concert - 5 Union prayer meetings 6 Special prayer meetings - 7 Alarming and awakening 8 Conviction and penitential 9 Inviting and encouraging 10 Faith and conversion 11 Regeneration 12 The Convert - 13 The Christian - 14 The doubting 15 On backsliding - 16 Prayer for a revival 17 Rejoicing in a revival 18 Inquiry meetings 19 Experience meetings - 20 Time , - - 21 Death - - 22 Judgment - - - 23 Hell - 24 Heaven - 25 Farting and dismission 26 Miscellaneous 1-70 - n-8o 81-95 - 96-123 124-131 132-154 155-172 173-192 193-213 214-235 236-241 242-261 262-280 281-283 284-290 291-297 298-307 308-311 312-316 317-322 323-334 335-340* 341 342-346 347-360 361-481 Explanation OF THE Various Meters in this volume. L. M. Long Mete*-.— C. ; M. Common Meter.— S. p. Short Meter.— M- 7s, Sevens.— M. 8s, Eights.— P. M. Peculiar Meter. . Meters. No. of syllables in each line. Hymn. L. M 9888 I CM 8 6 8 6 13 S. M. 6 6 8 6 7 M. 7s, . * . . . .7777 $ M. 8s, 8 8 8 8. 38 M. lis 11 11 11 11 . . . . .272 M. 12s, * * . . 12 12 12 12 426 P. M. . . .87878787 3 7 6 7 6 7676 .W , 7 6 7 6 7776 155 10 8 16 8 10 8 10 8 382 8 7 8 7 4 7 194 8 8 6 8 8 6 32Q 6 6 9 6 6 9 305 6 6 6 6 8 8 304 8 8 8 8 8 8. . . . .241 11 10 11 10 . . ... 26 The following Me,ters occu* bujt once respectively iri whereas the preceding ones do re- fills book; i peatedly. P/M. 9 7 7 10 410 8.8 11 9. . . . .399, 10 10 11 ll. . . . .335 10 ll 10. 11 .... .386 8 8 8 8 8. * . . .230 6 6 7 7 79 35 7 6 7 7 7 6 * . . . -55 8 7 8 7 7 7. < . . .435 9898978 5 Ij89 12 8 12 8 11 11 11 469 888688886 89 6664666664 280 88 7 88744 4. 48 279 12 11 12 11 12 12 12 11 .... Am A SELECTION OF FOR THE USE OF SppiAIi PRAYER MEETINGS AND REyiVALS OF RELIGION. JfOf IV %. L. M.-HaRT. Pray without ceasing, 1 Thess. v. 17. 1 TTJRAY'R was appointed to convey, JT The blessings ! G6d designs to give : Long as they live should Christians pray, For only while they pray, they live. ' 2 The Christians heart his pray'r indites, He speaks as prompted froin within 1 , The spirit his petition writes, And ChrisJ receives and gives it in. 3 And shall we in dead silence lie, When Christ stands wait;rig for our pray'r? My soul thou hast a friend -on high Arise and tfy tfry int'rest there. 4 If pains' afflict, or wrongs oppress, If cares distract, or fears dismay, If guilt deject, or sins distress, The remedy's before thee— pray. 5 Depend op Christ, thou canst not fail : Make all thy wants and wishes known ; Fear not— his merits must prevail ! Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done. 5 2-3 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 2. C. M. 1 "WTKTE'RE met dear friends in Jesus' name ▼ v Come, let us now rejoice, While we our Saviour's name proclaim With cheerful heart and voice. 8 But 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, Q 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 ; For we have tasted heav'n to-day, Nor could we more contain, HYMN 3. P. M. 8 S & 7 S.— Askins. 1 Tn&RETHREN we are met together, $9 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 Holy one come down : Brethren 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 movirig. 6 SOCIAL PRAYER Can you bear to let them go ? See our fathers, see our mothers. And our children sinking down. Brethren, &c. % Brethren here are poor backsliders, Who were once near heav'ns door 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, &c. 4 Sisters will you join and help us ? Moses' sister helped him ; Will you seek the trembling mourners, Who are struggling hard with sin ? Tell them all about the Saviour, Tell them that he will be 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. HYM1V 4. L. M. 1 ■^nSTELCOME dear brethren to this place ww Be banish'd ev'ry slavish fear 1 Ye come to seek Emanuel's face, For he has promis'd to be here. 2 Seek him in pray'r— he'll surely come To do us good before we part ; Each humble breast he'll make his home, And dwell in ev'ry waiting heart. 3 He'l! come with all his gracious tram Of lively graces bright and strong ; Then shall the Lamb for sinners slain Sound loud and sweeJ from ev'ry tongua. 5 — 6 SOCIAL PRAYER. 4 O 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. HYMJV 5. M. 7 s.— Hammond. A blessing humbly requested. Jer. xxix. 12, 13. ORD we come before thee now, L At thy feet we humbly bow ; O do not our suit disdain ! Shall we seek thee Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend, Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Send some message from thy word. That may joy and peace afford, Let thy spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return:; '?' J 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, the captive free; Lei us all rejoice jn thee. HYMN 6. C. M.— Watts 1 ^ING to the Lord, Jehovah's name, K5 And in his strength rejoice ; When his salvation is our theme. Exalted be our yoice. 8 SOCIAL PRAYER. S 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 7. S. M.— Newton. Importunity in prayer prevalent with Qoa\ >' ' ■>'■'■ Luke 18, 1-3. HE Lord who truly known The heart of ev *ry saint : ( ?T Jnvites us by his holy word, To pray and' never faint* % He bows his gracious ear ! '•'■ We never plead in vairi ; Ye"t we must 'Wait till he appear, ' And pray, and pray againi' 3 Th ou £ n 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. 5 And shall not Jesus hear His chosen when they cry ? Yes, though he may a while forbear, He'll not iheir suit deny. 9 8-9 SOCIAL PRAYER. 6 Then let us earnest be, And never faint jn pray'r ; He loves our importunity, And makes our cause his care. HYMI 8. L- M.— Cowper. 1 "^KTK7"HAT var'ous hindrances we meet WW In coming to a mercj* seat ; Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wishes to be often there. ft Pray'r makes thedarken'd cloud withdraw: Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love — Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight; Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright : Arid 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 oft'ner be, "Hear what the Lord has done for me." HYMN 9. C. M.— Montgomery Behold, he prayeth. Acts ix, 11. 1 TJRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire, MT Utter'd or unexpress'd, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh, The falling 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 sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high. 10 SOCIAL PRAYER. 10-11 •J Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gate of death- He enters heaven with pray'r. 5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold, he prays." 6 O Thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way, The path of pray'r thyself hast trod, "Lord teach us how to pray.*' HYHiV 10« C. M— Needham. Short and fervent prayer the best. Mat. vi. 7, 8. 1 ~W ORD in thy courts we now appear, JLi And bow before thy throne ; Before our lips begin 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. 3 Few be our words, and short our pray'rs, While we together meet ; Short duties keep th' attention up And make devotion sweet. HYMN 11. C. M. Devout petitions. 1 "WJERE in the presence of our God, JLm. We've met to seek his face : O let us feel th' eternal word, And feast upon thy grace. 2 O may this be a happy hour To ev-ry mourning soul; 11 12 SOCIAL PRAYER. Display thy love, make known thy pow'r, And make the wounded' whole. 3 O may a spark of heavnly fire Each stupid soul inflame ; And' sacred love our hearts inspisg, To praise thy worthy name. 4 Let ey'ry soul the Saviour see, And taste his heavenly love : Ami 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 iis to thy right hand to soar, 3%ine endless love to prove. HYM*T12 ? L. M. 1 fkl^CE more a pleasant interview • H^'The Lord ddth grant us, to renew Our social friendship, kind and dear; Our hearts to warm, our soiils to chee:, 2 While we were absent far abroad, J^e 1 saw the kindness of our 'GOd ; Therefore his love let us ad0re\ Thai we are here ahve 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, Before the Lord, our maker, fall ; 12 SOCIAL PRAYER. 13-14 HYMN 13. C. M—Watts. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. COME Holy Spirit, heavenly dove. With all thy quick'ning pow'rs ; Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here beldw, Fond of these earthly toysj Our souls how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys I In vain. we tune. our formal songs. In vain we strive to rise ; ; Hosannas languish on our tongues And our devotion dies. Dear Lord ! arid shall we ever live , At this poor dying rate ,. Our love so fiatint, 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. HTM jf 14« C. M.— Medley. My Odd will hear me. Mic. vii. 7. TO thee, O-Lord, my heavenly king, Now wilj. my soul draw near \ Thankful of this sweet truth to sing, "That thou my God wilt hear." Though I 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." ( Thro' Christ I come, and mercy claim, . Who lives to intercede ; For in his dear, adored name, , "My God will hear me plead.'* 13 15-16 SOCIAL PRAYER. 4 Hear me thou wilt, tho' doubts and fears, My soul should much cast down ; And tho' o'erwhelm'd with sighs and tears My God will hear me groan. 5 Then whilst my. life and breath remain, I'll humbly persevere ; And when to glory I attain, * "My God will hear me there." HYMN 15. C. M. The Lord's Prayer versified. 1 J^UR Father who in heaven art, ^_J? All hallow'd be thy name ; Thy kingdom come, thy wiH'be done Throughout this earthly frame. 2 As cheerfully as 'tis with those Whp 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, pow-r and glory all, Belong, O Lord, to thee ; Thine from eternity they were, And thine shall ever be. HYMN 16. S. M. 1 "BT6EHOLD the throne of grace ! Jt3 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. . 14 SOCIAL PRAYER, 20-21 3 Carry on thy new creation, Pure and holy may we be ; Let us see our whole salvation, Perfectly secur'd by thee ; Chang'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. HYMI 20. L.-'M— S. Stennett. Presence of Christ with his worshippers. Matt, xviii. 20. 1 "^nKTHERE two or three with sweet accord WW Obedient to their sov'reign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn pray'r and praise ; 2 "There," says the Saviour, "will I be Amid 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 above, And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. HYMN 21. & M._ Watts. 1 ^lOME, sound his praise abroad, %_J And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the mighty God, The universal king. 2 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. 3 Come, worship at his'throne, Come bow before the Lord ; We are his work and not our own, He frrm'd us by his word. B 22-23 SOCIAL PRAYER. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come like the children of his choice. And own your graciou's God. HYMI 22. C. M. .1 A S Jacob did in days of old, ,/isL So will my soul do now ; Wrestle, and on my Jesus hold, "JVor will I let. him go" 2 I come encouraged by thy word, That mercy thou wilt show ; Except thou bless me, blessed Lord, "■Twill not let thse go?," 3 I come to ask forgiveness free, Tho' T have been thy foe ; Except thou grant it Lord to mc, "Twill not let thee go" 4 I come to ask for all thy love, And all thou can'st bestow ; Except these blessings Lord I prove, "I will not let thee go." HYMN 23. C. M. 1 r|nEACH us, O Lord, aright to plead, ffl. For mercies from above ; 0; come and bless our souls indeed, With light and joy and love. 2 Flelp us on thee to cast our care, And on thy word to rest ; ' That Israel's God who heareth pray'r Will grant us our request. 18 'W SOCIAL PRAYER^ 24-25 HYM1V 24. C. M.-f-W— . 'E'RE met, O Lord, before thy throne To worship and adore — And now to thee we raise our hearts, Thy mercy to implore. 2 Mer.cy and grace is what we want To fit us for the skies ; And grace we need when'er we brin? Our humble sacrifice. 3 Without it Lord, we cannot sing ; N.or 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 ourpray'r Thy grace on us bestow ; So we will love and serve thee more While pilgrims here below. HYMN 25. L- M.~ W-— — ■^ E i££- ri us ' ° Lord ' t0 sin S an «* Pray, JH_ 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. ] T 26 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 26. P. M. n, 10, n, io. Star of the East. 1 MM AIL the blest morn ! when the great media- MM. [tor, Down from the regions of glory descends ! Shepherds go worship the babe in the manger— Lo! for your guide tbe bright Angel attends. CHORUS. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning: Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East the horizon adorning Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid, ft Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him in slumbers reclining, Maker and monarch, and Saviour of all. Brightest, ^-c. 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion Odours of Eden, and off 'rings divine ; Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the [ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? Brightest, fyc. 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, $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, S(C. 6 He is our friend in the midst of temptation, Faithful supporter whose love cannot fail, Rock of out refuge and Hope of Salvation, Guide to direct us thro' death's gloomy vale Brightest, 8(C. 20 SOCIAL PRAYER. 27-28 HYMN 27. £. M.— Medley. Birth of Christ. 1 m^ORTALS awake, with angels join, XvJa And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love and gratitude combine, To hail th' auspicious day. 2 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 loud the echo roll'd ; The thempi the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold. 4 Down, through the portals of the sky Th' impet'ous torrent ran ; And Angels flew with eager joy, To bear the news to man.' 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song ; Good will and peace are heard thro'out Th' hannori'ous heav'nly throng. ' HYMN 28. C. M.-Steele. Praise to tUe Redeemer. 1 Peter iii, 18. 1 PlinO our redeemer's glotious name JL Awake the sacred song ! O may his love immortal flame : Tune ev'ry heart and tongue* 2 His love what mortal thought can reach ? What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. " He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die I Was ever love like this ? 21 29 SOCIAL PRAYER. 4 He took the dying sinner's place, And suffer'd in his stead ; For man, (O miracle of grace !) For man the Saviour bled ! 6 Dear Lord what heav'nly wonders dwell In thy atoning blood ! By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, And rebels brought to God. 6 O may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill ev'ry heart and tongue ; 'Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song. H^OT 29. P- M. 8,8,8,6,8,8,8,8,6. 1 rff^HE Son of man they did betray, JL He was condemn'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. glonous suff'rer stood, With hands and feet nail'd to the wood; From ev'ry wound a stream ot blood Came flowing down amain. His bitter groans all nature shook, And at his voice the rocks were broke, The sleeping saints their graves forsook. While spiteful Jews around him mock'd And laughed at his pain. 3 Now hung beneath the earth and skies, Behold ! in agony he dies ! O sinners hear his mournful cries, Come see his tort'ring pain. 22 I SOCIAL PRAYER. 29 The mourning sun withdrew his light, Blush'd and refus'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 ahgels; 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 : "Eloii lama sabacthani!" Tho' death may close his languid eyes, He soon will mount the upper skies, The conq'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 h'osannas. tell : Though he endured exquisite pains, He led the monster death in chains ; Ye seraphs raise your highest strains ; With music fill bright Eden's plains; He conquer'd death and hell. 1 Tis done ! the dreadful debt is paid, The great atonement now is made ; Sinners on him your guilt was laid, For you he spilt his blood: For you his tender soul did move, For you he left the courts above, ■ r That you the length, and breadth might prove, And heighth and depth of perfect love. In Christ your smiling God. 93 I 30-31 SOCIAL PRAYER. 8 All glory be to God on high, Who reigns enlhron'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 swallow'd up in heav'n. HYMI 30. L . M— Steele. Christ's sufferings and death. 1 OITRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies ; ?3 Hark ! his expiring groans arise ; See from his hands, his feet and side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deatnful sound. And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound ; The vital stream how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 3 Can I survey the scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow And yet my heart unmbyed 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.-— Stenjtett. ■I see Y The incarnate Soil of God Expiring on th' accursed tree, And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold the purple torrents run Down from his hands and head ! The crimson tide puts out the sun ; His groans awake the dead. 24 SOCIAL PRATER. 32-33 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 i" 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice, May weU. my hope revive ; If God's own Son thus bleeds &nd dies, The sinner sure may live. HYMN 32* C. M. 1 TOEHOLD the Saviour of mankind M3 Nail'd to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that hiin inclin'd To bleed and die for thee. 2 Hark ! how he groans ! while nature shakes And earth's strong pillars bend ! The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 '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 gloiy shine: O Lamb of God, was ever pain, "Was ever love like thine ? * , -^ HYMN" 33. P- M. 8, 7, 4.— T Redemption finished. John xlx. 30 1 TJAEK! the voice of love and mercy 3L%L Sounds aloud from Calvary; See it rends the rocks asunder — Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! 'It is finished!" Hear the dying Saviour cry. 25 34 SOCIAL PRAYER. 2 It is finish'd !— O what pleasure Do these precious words afford. Heav'niy blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord : It is finish'd ! Saints the dying words record. 3 Finish'd— all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law; Finish'd — all that God has promis'd, s Death and hell no more shall awe, It is finish'd — ' ■ > Saints from hence your comforts draw 4 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs, — Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All on earth and all in heay'n, , Join to praise Immanuel's name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! HYMN 34. J&*x i "]%J"OW begin the heav'niy theme, Jl^I Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye who see the Father's grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face. As to Canaan on you move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 3 Mourning souls dry up your tears, Banish all yourguilty fears. See your guilt and curse removed, Cancell'd by redeeming love. 4 Ye alas ! who lortg have been Willing slaves of death and sin ! Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd— Welcome to his sacred rest, 26 SOCIAL PRAYER. 35 Nothing brought him from above, Nothing — but redeeming love. 6 Hither, then, your music bring, Strike aloud each joyful string ; Mortals join the hosts above — Join to praise redeeming love. HYMI 35. P- M, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9. 1 oAW you my Saviour, >cl Saw you my Savipur, .. Saw you my Saviour and God? O ! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and. me, And to purchase our pardon with btood. 2 He was extended, He was extended, . ■ Shamefully nail'd to the cross, •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 prevail'd o'er the land, And the solid rocks were rent, Through creation's vast extent, When the Jews crucifi'd the God man. 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. 27 £/6 SOCIAL PRAYER. 'C Hail mighty Saviour- Hail mighty Saviour, Prince and author of peace; ! he burst the fronds of death, And triumphant through the earth. He ascended the mansions of bliss. 7 Now 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. HIMI 36. C. M— Watts. !|TJJLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, , ft We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring.day. 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of peace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (Oh amazing love!) He came to our relief. 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 O ! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak 1 5 Angels assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold ; But when you raise your highest noteS, His love can ne'er Be told. 28 SOCIAL PRAYER. Sf-38 HYMJV 37. C. M.— Steele. 1 TTESUS! In thy transporting name, *9 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, Foj; vile rebellious foes ? 3 Victorious love ! can language tell The wonder of thy pow'r, Which conquer'd all the force of hell, In that tremendous hour ? 4 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. 8s .— Chappel, Salvation. Acts iv. 12. 1 Cj^ALVATION, how precious the sound, k5 To sinners who see themselves lost ; To Jesus their praises redound, In Jesus they triumph and boast. 2 Salvation is finish'd and done, Salvation is sov'reign and free, 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 finish'd salvation for you. 4 Soon we shall behold him above, Forever to sound his dear name : To sing the sweet song of his love, Salvation to God and the Lamb! 29 39-40 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 39. C. M— Watts *» ALVATION !■ O the joyful sound ! Tis pleasure to guv ears ! A sov'reign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. • CHORUS. Glory, honour, praise and power, Be unto the Lamb forever ; Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ! Hallelujah / praise the Lord ! 2 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While al! the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound. Glory, 8?c. 3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To thee the praise belongs ; "Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. Glory, 8{C. WYWN 40. C. M.— Watts. 1 tf^lOME, let us join our cheerful songs *t_y With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, *■ To be exalted thus ! Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slain for us ! 2 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 one To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 30 SOCIAL PRAYER. 41 HYMN 41. C. M._ Watts. ' The spiritual coronation. Cant. iii. 2. Angels.. 1 ALL hail the pow'rof Jesus'name ! . X^. Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Martyrs. 2 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. Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small ; Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. Believing Gentiles. I 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. Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. Ourselves. i O that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall : And join the everlasting song, To crown him Lord of all. 31 i gr^oi 42-43 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMJf 42. C. M.— Watts, OME happy souls approach youi; God, 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 Fnther 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 aJJ was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, - When Christ on 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 Saviour's name, And you shall never die. 6 See dearest Lord, qu.e willing souls Accent thine cufer'd grace ; We bjess the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise. HYMN 43. C. M. 1 TESUS hath died that I might live, J 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 ; 32 SOCIAL PRAYER. 44 My longing heart is all on fire, To bedissolv'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. 5 Thy gifts alas ! cannot suffice, Unless thyself be giv'n ; Thy presence makes my paradise, • And where thou art is heav'n. 6 Come, O my God, thyself reveal ? Fill all this mighty void ; Thou only can'st my spirit fill : ■ Come, O my God, my God ?/ HYMN 44. L- M.~{B.* 1 ^iOME, gracious Spirit, heavenly dove, K^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 every sin and hurtful snare, Lead to thy word that rules must give ; And teach us lessons how to live. J The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. I Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God ; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his pastures stray. 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' peifection is. 33 C 45—46 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYB 45. S. M.— Wat* s. Heavenly joy on earth. 1 ^iOME ye that love the Lord, %^J And let our joys be known ; Join in a song of 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 Who never kn#w our God, 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. 5 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 ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground. To fairer worlds on high. HYMN 46. L. M. —Montgomery. 1 TTESUS ! our best beloved Friend, *JP 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 folio* thy commands; O take our hearts— our hearts are thine, Accept tlie service of our hands. 34 SOCIAL PRAYER. 47-48 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 — a*t thy right hand prepare, And, till we see thee face to face Be all our conversation there. HYMN 47. C. M.— Watts. 1 "]% / IY God, my portion and my love, ATM. My everlasting all ; I've none but thee in heav'n above Or on this earthly ball. 2 What empty things are all the skies And this inferior clod ! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 3 Not life, nor all the toys of art Nor pleasure's flow'ry road, Can to my soul such bliss impart As fellowship with God. 4 O 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 ^piOME 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. 35 49 SOCIAL PRAYER. 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. HYMIC 49. C. M.— Fawcett 1 'WT&ELIGION is.ihe chief concern MM* 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 give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for 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 withGodly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 36 SOCIAL PRAYER. 50-51 HYMN 50. M. 7 s.— Massers. True Religion. James i. 27. 1 trW^IS religion that can give JL Sweetest pleasures while we live ; "Pis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die. ■ After death its joys will be Lasting as eternity j If the Saviour is my friend, Then my bliss shall never end. HYMN 51. C. M. 'k MnRY us, O God, and search the ground JL Of ev'ry sinful heart ; What'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 other, Lord, Each other's cross to bear ; Let each his friendly aid afford, And feel his brother's care. 4 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; 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. 37 52 — 53 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 52. C. M.— Wright. ** Best things. 1 Cor. xii. 31. 1 fTH^HE best of wisdom is to know 1 The Father in the Son ; 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 ; The best of preaching, is to preach Jesus, and nought but him. 4 The best of striving, is to strive Who 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, j r HYMN -53. C. M. 1 d~\ FOR a heart to praise my God, %J0 A heart from sin set free! A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me ! 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Believing, true and clean ! Which neither life nor death can pa^t, From him that dwells within. 38 SOCIAL PRAYER. 54 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! 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above ! Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love! j HYMjV 54. C. M.-Steels. 1 ^lOME ye that love the Saviour's name, %^J And joy to make it known ; The sov'reign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your Lord, your master crown'd, With glories all divine ; And tell the vvond'ring nations round, How bright those glories shine. 3 Infinite pow'r and boundless grace In him unite their rays ; You that have e'er beheld his face, Can you forbear his praise 1 4 When in his earthly courts we view The glories of our king, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. 5 And shall 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 O happy period ! glorious day I When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their pow'rs th'enraptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. 39 » ■A 1 55 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 55. ?■ M. 7,6, WA TTEND us now, Jehovah ! A^. Attend us now, Jehovah! 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. 2 Attend us now, dear Jesus 1 * * In our prayer meeting , And may we find thy favour, Thou ever blessed Saviour- And may we find thy favour, In this, *e. 3 Attend us now, blest Spirit 1 :J|: $ In our prayer meeting ; Convict and renovate us ; Anew in Christ create us- Convict and renovate us, In this fr. 4 Attend us now, old people, :||: $ 5 Attend us now, young people, :| -II- In our prayer meeting- Give up your hearts to Jesus, Who'll from pollution free us-x Sive up' -your bear* to Jesus, In this, *. 6 o sinners now attend us, ,f: -U- In our prayer meeting- Believe, repent, this moment, Fly to the great atonement- Believe, repent, this moment. In thts, *e. 40 SOCIAL PRAYER. 56-5' HYMN 56. M. 7 s. 1 ^"^OME. and taste along with me, ^^ Consolation running free, ^ From my father's 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 Now 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 every where, This I boldly can attest, That my soul has got a taste. HYMN 57. M. 7 s.—Cennick. 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly king, \*J As we journey let us sing Sing our Saviour's worthy praise ; Glprious in his works and ways 1 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 banish'd 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 still will follow thee! 41 58-59 SOCIAL PRAYER. HYMN 58. C. M. 1 TT?|OUNT AIN of life, to all below, JD 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 thee with willing heart, We swift return to God. 5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea — Into thy fulness fall; Be lost and swallow'd up in thee, Our God, our all in all. HYMN 59. CM.— Newton. 1 jf\ Lord, our languid souls inspire, %Jr 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 hopes to raise; And pour thy'blessings from above, That we may render praise. 3 Within these walls let holy praise, And love and concord dwell ; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. ' 42"" SOCIAL PRAYER. 60-62 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. HYMf 60. L M.— Ellicott. 1 ri^HOU, who for sinners once was slain, JL 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 feej my sins forgiv'n ; And know mvself an heir to heav'n ; My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, And fill me with the love of God. HYM 61. L- M— Watts, BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there, But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 9 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command ; N&ture must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. I 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 ! HYMN 62. C. M. The road to Hell and Heaven described. Matt, vii, 13, If WIDE is the gate, and broad the way. Which leads to endless woe ! My soul, behold what multitudes Down to perdition go ! 43 ■ 63 SOCIAL PRAYER. 2 But yonder see,that narrow path, Which leads to endless bliss- There sen a happy, chosen few, Redeem'd by sov'reign grace. 3 They from destruction's city came, To Zion upward tend : The Bible is their precious map, And God himself their friend. 4 Dear Lord ! 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 heav'n to see thy blissful face— I long to dwell above, To feast on thy unbounding stores, And praise redeeming love. HYMN 63. L.M.-WAV The beatitudes. Matt. v. 2—12. 1 TTftLEST are the humble souls that see Jt5 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 Blest are, the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war — God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Blest 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. 44 SOCIAL PRAYER* 64 Blest are the men whoso bowels move And melt with sympathy and love — From Christ, the Lord, they shall obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 Blest 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 be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 3 Blest are the suff'rers who partake— Of pain and shanle 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, LORD, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply ; No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy 1 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mortal poisons grow; And all the rivers that are found, With dang'rous waters flow. Yet the dear path to thine abode, Lies through this horrid land ; Lord we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at thy command. 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. Our journey is a thorny maze, Bht we march upwards still ; 45 65 SOCIAL PRAYER. Forget the troubles of the ways, And aim for Zions hill. 6 See the kind angels at the gates, I Inviting us to come ; i There Jesus, the forerunner waits, To welcome travellers home. HYMN 65. P. M. 8's 8c f s. 1 "IHKTANDERING pilgrims, mourning Christiana, ^ ▼ Weak and tempted Lambs of Christ, 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 days, 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. 4 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, AH your wants shall be supplied ; Canaan, Canaan, lies before you, Rise and cross the swelling tide. 46 SOCIAL PRAYER. 66 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 ev'ry 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. 7. *G ( His wonders to perform : He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints fre*h 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 of this grace ; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow'r. 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 47 67-68 S0CIAL PRAYER. HYMN 67. M. 8 lines 8»a. 1 rw^HOU Shepherd of Israel and mine, JL The joy and desire of my heart, 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. 2 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 J My spirit to Calvary bear, To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, 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 ; Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart. HYM1V 68. P. M. 8,7,8,7,8,8,8,7-. 1 ^"K IP the lamb had not been slain, %Jy To save us from perdition, And everlasting life to gain, What had been our co ndition ? But since poor sinners favor'd are, To have a friend so very dear 1 , 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 ; 48 OCIAL PRAYER. 69 His vvounds, his tears, his bloody sweat, We bear in mind and can't forget ^ His unexampled mercy. O brethren ! let us raise our hearts, / To praise the king of glory ; And let us all with one accord, Sing glory, glory, glory. Ye angels join with saints to sing, And make the heavenly arches ring, With glory Hallelujah. HYMN 69. P. M. 7 s 6c 6 s. OH, when shall 1 see Jesus, — And dwell with him above, 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 ? But now I am a soldier,,,,. My captain's g0tie"6efore, He's glteCi TtKf my orders, And tells me not to fear. And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he 11 give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.- .„. 3 Thro' grace, I am determined* To conquer, though I die ; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, 1 bid them all adieu ; And you my friends prove faithful . And on your way pursue. i And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray. 49 D 70 SOCIAL PRAYER. Gird on your heavenly armor, Of faith, and hope, arToTove, And when your race is ended You'll reign with him above. 5 O do not be discourag'd, For Jesus is your f riend. An-d if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend, Neither will he upbraid you, Though often yoti request, He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. HYMN TO. P- M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7 Robinson Christ our Guide. Ps. xlvii. 14. 1 g^i UIDE us, O thou great Jehovah, %.-& Pilgrims through this barren land; We are weak, but thou art mighty, Hold us with thy pow'rful hand : Bread 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* 3 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 will ever give to thee. 50 BEFORE SERMON. 71-72 HYMNS BEFORE SERMON; OR THE READING OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. HYMN 71. L- M— Fawcett. 1 rBnHY presence, gracious God, afford, JL 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 he fed, And satisfiM 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 72. C.M.-Hoskins. 1 jJTN thy great name, O Lord, we come, H 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. 3 Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear. And understand thy word; To keel thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord. 4 Here let thy* pow'r and grace be felt, Thy love and mercy known ; 51 73-74 BEFORE SERMON. 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 sjubdued by love, And to the Saviour flee. HYMN ¥§* M. 7 s.— Hoskins. 1 gTA RACIOUS Father, gracious Lord, %Jf Give us ears to hear thy word ; Give us hearts to love and fear, Give us now to find thee 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 74. €. M. 1 ijMOME, O thou all victorious Lord, %J Thy pow'r to us make known, Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone. 2 Speak with the voice which wakes the dead, And bids 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, and wash the troubled heart In thine atoning 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. 52 BEFORE SERMON. 75-77 HYMN 75. P. M. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. L ^~^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. I O may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word's design'd to give ; Let us, ail thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive— And forever To thy praise and glory live ! HYMN 76. C. M. OW, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, And teach his tongue to speak ; Food to the hungry soul impart, And succour to the weak. m l Furnish us all with light and pow'rs, To walk in wisdom's ways ; So shall the benefit be ours, And thou shalt have the praise. IHYMN 77. P. M. 7, 6, 7, 6,7, 7, 7, 6 ASKINS. 1 TJTOLY God, and hast thou sent JOL Me here to preach to-day ? Oh i baptise my soul with fire, And point me out thy way, While I draw the gospel bow, Jesus let thine arrows fly, May each sinner feel this day That Christ for him did die. I Lord, we have assembled here To hear what thou wilt say ; From the east and from the west, Yea north and south to pray— 53 78 AFTER SERMON. 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 feed 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 SXEUVEOET HYMN 78. C M. 1 "fltLT^W Lord, the heav'nly seed is sown;, i^l 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 water too in vain ; Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heav'nly rain, 3 Then shall our cheerful hearts and tonguca Begin this song divine — "Thou, Lord, hast giv'n the rich increase, And be the glory thine." 54 AFTER SERMON. 79-80 HYMN 79. P. M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. TO thee our wants are known, From thee are all our powr's, Accept what is thine own, And pardon what is ours. Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive, And to thy word a blessing give. 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 §0. P- M. 8,7,8,7,4,7. I Qi INNERS will you scorn the message I ^5 Sent in mercy from above ? Ev'ry sentence — Oh, how tender! Ev'ry line is full of love — Listen to it, Ev'ry line is full of love. $ Hear the heralds of the gospel, News from Zion's king proclaim, j To each rebel sinner, "Pardon, Free forgiveness in his name." How important ! Free forgiveness in his name ! Tempted souls, they bring you succour, Fearful hearts they quell your feara; And with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears : Tender heralds, Chase away the falling tears il 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. 55 81 FAMILY WORSHIP 5 Who hath our report believed, Who receiv'd the joyful word ? 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 O, ye angels hov'ring round us, Waiting spirits speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay ; Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. HYMNS FOR FAMILY WORSHIP MORNING HYMNS. HYMN 81. L. M. 1 A WAKE, our souls, and with the sun J^L Your daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay your morning sacrifice. 2 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 mav unite. 56 FAMILY WORSHIP. 4 Teach each of us, thy will to know, And do the same while here below, So that when we from death awake We may of endlesss life partake. HYMN 82. C. M. 1 "W ORD in the morning I will send JLJ My pray'r to reach thine ear ; Th<>u art my father and my frieud, 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. 5 Thus let my moments smoothly run, And sing my hours away, Till ev'ning shade and setting sun Conclude in endless day. HYMK 83. M. K 1 "j^TOW the shades of night are gone, J^S Now the morning light is come ; Lord, we would be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away. 2 Make our souls at noon-day clear, Banish ev'ry doubt and fear ; In thy vineyard, Lord, to-day, We would labor, we would pray 3 Keep our haughty passions bound, Rising up and sitting down 57 84-85 FAMILY WORSHIP. 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 bo no more, When we reach the heav'nly shore. HYMN 84. CM. 1 "WT|THEN we, with welcome slumber press'd w W Had clos'd our weary eyes, A pow'r unseen secur'd our rest, And made us joyful rise. 2 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 wannest thanks arise ; Great God, accept our morning songs, Our willing sacrifice. HYMN 85. S. M..— Scott. 1 ££ EE how the morning sun ►3 Pursues his shining way ; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heav'nly parent sing, And to its great original, The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care : I slept, and 1 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. 58 FAMILY WORSHIP. I 86-87 HYMN 86. C. M.— Deacon. 1 A RISE, my soul and praise the Lord, JrM. 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, Vouchsaf 'd to me and mine ; . O may we still thy goodness share, And be forever thine. *£. EVENING HYMNS. HYMN 87. S. M. 1 rgnHE day is past and gone, .EL 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 shadow 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. 59 88-89 * FAMILY WORSHIP. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, O may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of my love ! HYMN" 88. L- M. 1 £~*i LORY to thee, my God, this night, HLJ3T For all the blessings of the light, Keep me, O keep me, king of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thine own son, The ills that I 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 my eye-lids close i Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God when I awake. 4 Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, tliat so I may Rise glorious at the judgment day. HYMN 89. C M.— Mason. 1 "7&TOW> from the altar of our hearts, .I/f Let warmest^thanks arise; Assist us Lord, to oifer up Our ev'ning sacrifice. 2 This day, God was our sun and shield, Our keeper and our guide ; His care was on our weakness shown. His mercies multiplied. 3 Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day ; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they. 60 FAMILY WORSHIP. 90-91 4 New time, new favours, and new joys, Do a new song require : Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our hearts desire. HYMN 90. C. M.— S. Deacon. 1 ¥N Jesus' name we come to thee, A Thou God of holiness ! For Jesus' sake, Vook down, and see Us at thy throne of grace. 2 We thank thee, Lord, for ev'ry good Conferr'd on us and ours : For house, apparel, health and food For all thy bounty pours. 3 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 g~\ LORD another day is flown, %P And we, a lonely band Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fost'ring hand. 2 Preserv'd by thee, another day, Another song we raise ; For Jesus' sake, accept, we pray, Our gratitude and praise. 3 Now take us underneath thy wing— Our God our guardian be ; That in the morning we may sing Another Hymn to thee. 61 92-93 FAMILY WORSHIP. HOT 92. C. M. Saturday night. 1 "|TJ5>EGONE, my wordly cares away Mj& Nor dare to tempt my sight; Let me begin the ensuing day, Before fend this night. 2 Yes let the work of pray'r and praise Employ my heart and tongue ; Begin, my heart ! thy sabbath days Can never be too long. 3 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 heaven ascend, I long to welcome in the morn, With thee the day to spend. SABBATH. HYMN 93. U M. Sabbath morning: 1 ^lOME dearest Lord, and bless this day, \j Come, bear our thoughts from earth away Now let our noblest passions rise With ardor to their native skies. 2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine, With rays of light upon us shine, And let our waiting souls be blest, On this sweet day of sacred rest. 62 FAMILY WORSHIP 94-95 3 O may our pray'rs and praises rise, As grateful incense to the skies, And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none hut he who feels it knows. 4 Then when our Sabbaths here are o'er, And we arrive on Canaan's shore, With all the ransnm'd we shall spend A sabbath which shall never end. HYMN 94. S. M— Watts. 1 ^RTELCOME, sweet day of rest, ▼ v That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, 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 days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this ; And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. HYMN 95. C. M..— Brow. Sabbath evening. 1 -W^REQUENT the day of God returns _BC To shed its quick'ning beams, And yet how slow, devotion burns, How languid are its flames ! 2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; We would be like thy saints above. And praise thee while we live. 63 96 MONTHLY CONCERT. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend, Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, And Sabbath's 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. HYMNS FOR THE USE OF THE MONTHLY CONCERT AND FOR MISSIONARY PRAYER MEETINGS. HYMN 96. S. M. 1 {*% GOD of sov'reign grace, U We bow before thy throne ; And plead, for all the human race, The merits of thy Son. 2 Spread thro' the earth, O Lord, The knowledge of thy ways ; And let all lands with joy record The great Redeemer's praise ! 64 MONTHLY CONCERT. 97-98 HYMN 97. L M. 1 PTHHY people, Lord, who trust thy word, Jl 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 sovereign mercy to entreat ; And feel some animating hope We shall divine acceptance meet. 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, 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. 1 JTNDULGENT God to thee we pray JL Be with us on this solemn day ; Hmile 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 this 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 heR, Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. Till then, we shall not let thee rest, Thou still shalt hear our strong requesi} And this our daily prayer shall be, Lord, sound the trump of Jubrfee. 65 E 99-101 FAMILY WORSHIP. HYMN 99. U M.— Beddome, 1 A SCEND thy throne, Almighty king, _r^_ And spread thy glories all abroad ; Let thy own arm salvation bring, And be thou known, the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdu'd by thy victorious grace. 3 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. HYM 100. C. M. HUS saith the Lord, 'My son shall reign' To earth's remotest bound: I will his holy throne maintain, And all his foes confound. 'T 2 Arise, O God, thy strength display; Stretch forth thy conquering swofd ; O'er evry land thy sceptre sway, And shed thy grace abroad. 3 Soon may the Gentile and the Jew With one consent submit ; And men of every name and hue, Bow at ImmanuePs feet. 4' Send forth thy Spirit with thy word 1 , To every tribe and tongue ; Let all the nations praise the Lord, In one delightful song. HYMN 101. L. M.— Doddridge. I -f-NDULGENT Sov'reign of the skies, m And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? While feeble mortals raise their cries, Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? 66 MONTHLY CONCERT. 102 3 How shall thy servants give thee rest, Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise , Till thy own power shall stand confess'd, And make Jerusalem a praise ? 3 For this a lowly suppliant crowd, ' Here in thy sacred temple wait: For this we lift our voices loud, And call, and knock at mercy's gate. 4 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, And view the desolation round ; See what wide realms in darkness lie, And hurl their idols to the ground. 5 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar; Let all the Isles their saviour know, And earth's remotest ends draw near. HYMN 102. C. M._ Gibbons. Prayer for the success of Missions. Ps. lxxii. 7, 8. 1 IT ORD. send thy word, and let it fly, M^ Arm'd with thy 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 shore ; I 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. 67 103-4 MONTHLY CONCERf 6 Amen — with joy divine, let earth's Unnumber'd myriads cry ; Amen— with joy divine, let heav'na Unnumber'd choirs reply. HYMK 103. P M. 8,7&U,7 1 ^k'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, %_W Look my soul, be still and gaze, All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace ; Blessed jub'lee, Let the glorious morning dawn. 2 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 purchased, win the day. 3 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. — Hippos 1 g^i RE AT God, the nations of the earth, %JT Are by creation thine: And in thy works by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine. 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind ; Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasur'd in thy mind. 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spreadr The spacious earth around ; Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul Shall hear the joyful sound'? 68 MONTHLY CONCERT. 105 & © ! when shall Jlfric's sable sons \ Enjoy the heav'nly word, And vassals long enslav'd become The freemen of the Lord ? 5 When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes A dark bewilder'd race, Sit down at our ImmanueVs feet, And learn to see his grace ? 6 Haste sov'rejgn mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love : Soften the Tiger to a lamb, The Vulture to a dove. 7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made To spread the gospel's rays ; And build on sin's demolished thrones The temples of thy praise i HYMN 105. L. M. Isa. li. 9. 1 A RM of the Lord awake, awake! /% Put on thy strength— the nations shake, And let the world, adoring, see Triumph of mercy wrought by thee. 2 Say to the heathen from thy throne, "I am Jehovah— God alone J" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground. 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt: But to each conscience be appli'd The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name : Let adverse pow'rs before thee full, And crown the Saviour— Lord of all. 69 106-8 . MONTHLY CONCERT. HYMi\ 106. P. M. 1 "WSTHO but thou, Almighty Spirit, ▼ ▼ Can the heathen world reclaim ? Men may preach, but till thou favor, Heathens still will be the same : Mighty Spirit! Witness to the Saviour's name. 2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets, Glorious light in latter days ; Gome and bless bewilder'd nations, Change our pray'rs and tears to praise; Promis'd Spirit ! 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 thine influence shed. HYMN" 107. £■ M.— Needham 1 fTT^O distant lands thy gospel send, JL And thus thy empire wide extend, To Gentile, Turk and stubborn Jew, Thou King of grace] salvation show. 2 Where'er thy sun or light arise, Thy name, 6 God ! immortalize ; May nations yet unborn confess, Thy wisdom, power and righteousness. HYMN 108. L- M. 1 ^OV'REIGN of worlds display thy pow'r, J^ Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour ; Bid the bright morning star arise, And point the nations to the skies. 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, On Afric's shore or Indian's plains, 70 MONTHLY CONCERT. 109-10 On wilds and continents unknown, And be the universe thine own. 3 Speak * 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. F HYMN" 109. C. M.— Gibbons. ChurcKs increase promised. Psalm ii. 8. ATHER, is not thy promise pledg'd ' To thine exalted Son, That thro' the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run ? 2 "Ask, and I'll give the heathen lands "For thine inheritance ; "And the wide world's remotest shores, "Thine empire shall advance." 3 Hast thou not said, the blinded Jews Shall their Redeemer own ; While Gentiles to his standard crowd, And bow before his throne ? 4 From east to west, from north to south. Then be his name ador'd — Europe with all thy millions, shout Hosannas to the Lord ! 5 Asia and Africa, resound From shore to shore his fame ; And thou, America, in songs Redeeming love proclaim ! HYMN 110. L M. I -fl~BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, JL9 Vast as the blessings he conveys Wide as he shines from pole to pole, And permanent as his control. 71 Ill MONTHLY CONCERT. 2 So Jesus let thy kingdom come, Let sin and hell's terrific gloom Swift as thy brightness, flee away, 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 stretch 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. f — ■ — * HYMN 111, L- M.— Wesley. 1 TT^ATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear _MJ Our earnest suit for Abram'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, UnsaVd, un.pi.tied, unforgiv'n. 3 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thy own away? No— thou wilt bid them, turn and look On him they piere'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. 72 MONTHLY CONCERT. 112-13 HYMJ 112. S. M. J "■" ORD, send thy servants forth, lLA To call the Hebrews home, Prom east and west, from south and north, Let all thy wand'rers come. 2 Where'er in lands unknown, The fugitives remain ; Bid ev'ry creature help them on, Thy holy mount to gain. 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. V.^**^ 1 lTJEHOLD the promis'd time draw near, S3 The shades disperse, the dawn appear, Behold the wilderness assume The beautious tints of Eden's bloom. CHORUS. Tliere's a better day a coming I— » Come and go along with 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, 73 114-15 MONTHLY CONCERT. 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. 4 Come let us, with a grateful heart, In the blest labor share a part, Our pray'rs and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King. HYMN 114. P. M. 8, 7, 8, r, 4, r. 1 "^7"ES, 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. 2 O! 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving, To our hearts to hear each day, Joyful news from far arriving, How the Gospel wins its way ; L Those enlight'ning, Who in death and darkness lay. HYMN 115. P.M. 7 s. &6s. The millenium dawning. 1 njVIE gloomy night of darkness J|_ Begins to flee away, The red'ning streak 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 is his own, 74 MONTHLY CONCERT. 115 2 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 glory 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 through the parting skies: The gracious Saviour hears them, And smiling, bids them rise, 4 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 — O chain the woeful Dragon, And cause the world to sing. 5 Come let's begin the anthems, And join the choir above, To praise the blessed Jesus, And bless the God we love. We'll sing in strains of glory Salvation to our God, Hosanna to our Jesus, Who wash'd us in his blood. 6 The courts of heay'n are ringing With songs of highest strains, And ceaseless praise is rolling Along the flow'ry plains; O could we rise triumphant, And join with them above, To shout and sing forever, Free grace and conq'ring love. 75 116-17 MONTHJY CONCERT. MISSIONARY HYMNS. HYMN 116, L M. 1 £\ HOLY 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'er thy providence may lead Let heav'n and earth their work befriend. And mercy all their paths attend. 3 Let numerous 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 117. L- M. 1 "■" IKE Abra'm, to ; a land unknown, jLA Are our dear missionaries gone : Obedient to the heav'nly call, They leave their country and their all. 2 The various dangers, by the way, Perils and toils by night and day, The boist'rous deep#nd death they brave The islands of the sea to save. 3 May their whole souls and selves be blest In Abram's God, with peace and rest, In each distressing trying hour, Be Abram's God their shield and tow'r. 76 MONTHLY CONCERT. 118-19 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 1 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. 6 Hail ! hail ! dear missionaries, hail! Go on, and prosper and prevail, Till grace shall Satan's works destroy, And fill the heathen world with joy. HYMN 118. L M. 1 T^M'ILLIONS there are on heathen ground; iT-fl- Who never heard the gospel's sound; Lord 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 Cairo That in thy grace they all may share : And those who now in darkness dwell, Deliv'rance sing from guilt and hell. HYMN 119. L M. 1 TT ORD, when we cast our eyes aoroaff, SlA And see on heathen altars slain, Poor helpless babes for sacrifice, To purge their parents dismal stains. § We can't behold such horrid deeds Without a groan of ardent pray'r, And while our hearts in anguish bleed We cry, Lord, send thy gospel there. 77 120-21 MONTHLY CONCERT. 3 For them we pray, for them we wait, To them thy great salvation show ; The harvest, Lord, is truly great, But faithful lab'rers are but few. 4/0 send our preachers, gracious Lord, /Among the dark bewilder'd race ; | Open their eyes and bless their word, J And call them by thy sov'reign grace. HYMN 120. S. M. Math. ix. 37, 38. 1 "■" OHD of the harvest, hear JLi 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 word of p'ow't, - i workers with their God. 4 Givi the pure gospel word, 1 . appointed meeting Thy word intend to preach. O let the gospel power, Be felt by ev'ry soul ! Who there may meet to hear it, And yield to thy control. 3 O, let the holy spirit Be poured out afresh ! Let christians be revived — Do thou the meeting bless ; And kingdom, pow'r and glory, We ever will ascribe To Father, Son and Spirit, For prospering the bride. HYMN 134. C M. 1 TfTAPPY is he, whose early days JUL Receive instructions well ; Who hates the sinner's path and feara 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 Wcceeding years, And makes our virtues strong. 4 To thee almigty God ! to thee Our hearts we now resign ; 'Twill please ns to look back, and se« That our whole lives were thine. 87 j 135-36 SPECIAL PRAYER. 5 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ our daily breath : Thus we're prepar'd for future days, Or fit for early death. HYMN 135. L. M. Female pr dyer meeting: 1 FffllHOU bridegroom of the soul, behold fi_ This part of thy beloved fold; Thy virgins, have before thee met, And now thy cheering presence wait. 2 Gfive us, O Lord, to feel thy peace, And let the sanctifying grace Which flows from thy humanity, Make us well pleasing unto thee. 3 O may we feel thy saving pow'r. Thy grace and aid, each day and hour ; Thus all thy mercies which we prove, Will us excite to praise and love. HYMN 136.. L- M— B. Out door worship. Mark xvi. 15. 1 ^rgnWAS Jesus' last and great command S. "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, accept my grace, "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. 4 Jesus, our Lord, thy word fulfil. Thy spirit's pow'r be with us still ; May all our souls thy blessings share, Accept our praise, and hear our pray'r. J SPECIAL PRAYER. 157-39 HYMN" 137. C. M.-C.W— -. The parent's prayer. John iv. 46 — 49. ESUS, great healer of mankind, Who dost our sorrows bear, Let an afflicted parent find An answer to his pray'r. 2 I look for help in thee alone, To thee for succour fly : Come down and heal ray darling child, Now at the point to die. 3 Jesus, if thou pronounce the word, The gracious answer give, My dying child shall be restor'd, And to thy glory live. 4 Oh ! save the parent in the child, Restore it, Lord to me ; My heart the miracle shall own, And give it back to thee. HYMjV 138. L- M. Prayer of a sick child. 1 A LMIGHTY God, I'm very ill, x5L 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: And grant that all I have to take May do me good for Jesus' sake. HYMJV 139. L M.— Brown. Sickness and death. Y soul, thy minutes haste away, Apace comes on the final day; M When in the arms of icy death I must give up my vital breath 89 340-41 SPECIAL PRAYER. 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. 3 O come my soul, the matter weigh ! How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay 1 And how the unknown region try, And launch into eternity. 4 Cleanse me, O 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 "ff^ISEASES are thy servants, Lord I JLy 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 father's 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, And I'll declare thy love. HYMN 141. C. M..— Toplady. The saint's glorious hope. 1 WWJ HEN languor and disease invade, w 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. 90 v SPECIAL PRAYER. 142-43 $ There shall my disembodied soul View Jesus and adore; Be with his likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more. 4 Shall see him wear that very flesh, On which my guilt was lain ; His love intense, his merit fresh, As tho' but newly slain, 5 O may the unction of these truths Forever with me stay, Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd My spirit flies away. HYMN 142. L- M. The afflicted longing for heaven. 1 £1l HOW I long to go and see %^W The lamb of God who died for me, How do I languish night and day, To hear him bid me come away ! 2 With pining sickness I decay, Diseases wear my flesh away; But I shall soon his leave obtain. To be releas'd from all my pain. 3 Quickly, O Lord, thy angels charge To set my longing soul at large, Quickly thy blessed hosts command To carry me to thy right hand. HYMN 143. CM. Serious thoughts under affliction. 1 fk/M? life declines, my strength is gone, 1TJL Disease and pains prevail ; Death threatens to arrest me soon, My heart and flesh doth fail. 91 144 SPECIAL PRAYER. 2 Soon t must leave this body here, Soon must my soul away ; O awful thought .' my soul prepare For that tremendous day I 3 But how shall I prepare my heart. Eternal life to gain ? Jesus, thy grace, thy strength impart, For all I do is vain. 4 Renew'd and justified by grace, Complete I then shall stand Before th' Almighty Father's face, When he'll my life demand. T HYMN 144.. C M.-Cxeen. Parent's prayer for their children. HO' parents may in cov'nant be, They 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 flow, 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 sparkling 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 and despair, Beneath th' Almightv's angry frown, To dwell forever there ? 92 SPECIAL PRAYER. 345-46 7 Kind heav'n, the dreadful scene forbid ! Look down, dear Lord, and bless; I'll wrestle hard as Abia'm did, May I obtain success! HYMN 145. C. M.— Cowper. Prayer on behalf of the young. 1 ^iOME, Lord, and bless the rising race %_J Make this a happy hour, According to thy richest grace, And thine almighty power. 2 Dear youth, we know your sinful state, 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 ~*S7"E lovely bands of blooming youth, JL Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth) Now 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 oft* 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! 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 1 Lord, save me, be your earnest cry. 93 147-48 SPECIAL PRAYER. HYMN 147. c - M.— Newton. New Year. "OW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal 'N 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. 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. i HYMN 148. C. M.— Berridge Marriage, or a wedding- Hymn. John ii. 1, 2. 1 OIIIVCE Jesus freely did appear J^ 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 come, And life's short space be o'er, May they in triumph reach that home Where they shall part no more. 94 SPECIAL PRAYER, 149-50 HYMN 149. C. M. Secret prayer. Mark 1, 35. 1 ~MM Y lovely Jesus, while on earth, JjM. 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 the grove, And view his smiling face. !3 Early l'.l rise, and sing and pray, While' [ the light enjoy ; May this bless'd work from day to day, My heart and tongue employ. 'J HYMN 150. C. M. Before the reading of the Scriptures. ESLJS my Saviour and my Lord, To thee 1 lift mine eyes; Teach and instruct me by thy word, And make me truly wise. 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, . JJefp 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. 95 151-53 SPECIAL PRAYER. HYMN 151. C-M. Praise for the word of God. 1 "BLATHER of mercies ! in thy word, MJ What endless glory shines ! Forever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines ! 2 O 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. HYMI 152. C. M. 1 Of AYS Faith, "Look yonder, see the crown ►C^ "Laid up in heav'n above :" Says Hope, "Anon it shall be mine ;" "I long to wear't" says Love. 2 Desire saith, "what J is there my crown ? "Then to that place I'll flee ; "I cannot bear a longer stay, "My rest I fain would see."' 3 "But Stay," says Patience, "wait awhile, "The crown's for those that fight; "The prize for thpse that run the race "By faith and not by sight." 4 Thus Faith does take a pleasing view, Hope waits, Love sits and sings, Desire, she flutters to be gone. But Patience clips her wings. HYMN 153. C. M.-B. Prayer of the aged. 1 "B^TERNAL God ! enthron'd on high! , M\i Whom angel hosts adore ; 96 SPKCIAL PRAYKR-. Who ye t t suppiia^ dust art t,i a h ■ TJiy presence i implore & ' TWi? ep my P assi «ns cool ; ge ' Teach me to sc;in the sacred page ., And practice ev'ry rule. g ' 3 w5 ? r arS ' tinie Ur ^ on, M ^re^e r c\ y t y oTaff mii0 -^e. 154 HYMJV 154. L. M. pr ayer for a little child -£■- -Look down on me • Oh, may thy word ' My treasure be. ; 2 w y .i! eart im P r ess | With gratitude, j To give thee praise ! For health and food. 3 For Pa and Ma, And friends so dear. Who make my wants ineir daily care. 4 For Jesus Christ, Far more thdn all, Who gave his life I o save ray soul. 5> My sins forgive, For his dear sake, And bid me live Thy grace partake 97 G \ 155 ALARMING AS ST fi Thy spirit grant To guide my ways, To fear and serve The e all my days. 7 And when my end Of life shall be, Mav I ascend To dwell with thee. ALARMING AND_AWAKENING, The alarm. ii /-«TOP, poor sinner, stop and think, !■* Before you turther go ; SfouVrt upon the bnnk Of everlasting woe ! Hell beneath, is gaping wide ^ chorus: Then V entreated now to stop, 1 For unless you warning take, E re youareawareyou.nl drop Into the burning lake. OA ' 6e entreated, tfc. 08 AWAKENING. 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar ; Then to hear your awful doom Will fill 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 ? Come, &' entreated, SfC. 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, Sfrc, 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'sake, I pray you stop, S(C. HYMtf 156. C. M.-W. 1 "^K7"E unconverted, careless souls, Jt 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 born again"— "The soul that sins shall die." 3 Now sinners lay this well to heart, And turn without delay ; 99 L57 ALARMING AND O hasten to the Saviour's arms, Whilst it is call'd to-day 1 It is your wisdom so to do, 'Twill be your int'rest too ; Then be entreated now to come To Christ, who died for you. HYMN 157. M. 7 s. 1 C< INNERS, turn, why will you die 7 ^9 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 ? 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 grace receive ? " ' Will you still refuse to live ? Why, ye long sought sinners, why, Will you grieve your God and die 7 4 Dead, already dead within, Spiritu'lly dead in sin ; Dead to God while 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 ? 100 AWAKENING. 158-59J HYMN 158. L M. i Expostulation. Isa. xxxiii. 14. 1 OIINNER, O why so thoughtless grown ? »^ Why in such dreadful haste to die ? Daring to leap to worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly ! 8 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, TJi'g'd on by sin's fantastic dreams, t Madly attempt the infernal gate, And force thy passage to the flames. 3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains, Forever telling, yet untold. HYMJV 159o C. M.-Hart. 1_"W7"AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear— ▼ 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 thy 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 Hell ! 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care, Shall crawling worms consume ; But ah ! destruction stops not there- Sin kills beyond the tomb. 5 To-day the gospel calls, to-day Sinner it speaks to you ; Letev'ry one forsake his way, And mercy will ensue, 101 160-62 ALARMING AND HYMN 160. C. M. IS C< INNER, how oft hath God reprov'd ^ And filPd thee with distress ! _ Yet still thou perseverest in The paths of" wickedness. 2 Sudden destruction soon will come, On those who thus rebel ; Eternal vengeance will consign Their guilty souls to hell. 3 O tremble at the awful thought. And yield to sov'reign grace, Lest God should say "I'll strive no more, And frown thee from his face. HYMJY 161. C. M. 1 ^10ME sinners, you whose harden'd hearts, 1_y 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 chang'd has tun'd their hearts To sing that "God is love." 3 O may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove ; Till warmer hearts in brighter worlds, Proclaim that "God is love." HYMN" 162. M. 7's— Newton. 1 £< INNER, art thou still secure ? ►3 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, 302 AWAKENING. 163-64 HYMN 163. C. M— Doddridge. n Acts xvii. 30. EPENT, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer 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 despatch'd 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. 4 Bow, ere the awfui trumpet sound, And calls you to his bar ; For mercy knows th' appointed bound, And turns to vengeance there. HYMN 164. P. M.-6,6,6,6,8,8.-LER Eom. iii. 19. 1 "WTKTHEN frowning death appears, ▼ ▼ 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 avenging God : No merey there will greet his ear, Nor wipe the tear of black despair. 1 Sinners awake, attend, And flee the wrath to come ; Make Christ, the Judge, your friend, And heavSi shall be your home ; His mercy nigh, now points the path. That, leads from death to joys on high. JOS 165-66 ALARMING AND HYMN 165. CM..— COWPEB 1 ■WTOW is the time, th' accepted hour, i.^1 O sinners, come away, The Saviour's knocking at your door, Arise without delay. 9 O 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 Judge shall see. And stand before his face ? 4 9 sinners, sinners, won't you hear, When in God's name we eorne? Upon your peril don't forbear, Lest hell should be your doom. 5 O, let not all these calls be vain. But lend a list'ning ear ; Lest'y*u should meet them all again, When wrajti in Hack despair. HYMN 166. S. M.— Newton 1 f^feESTRUCTION'S dangerous road m3 What multitudes p:irsue ! W.hjle ,that which leads the soul to God, Is kiiOwii orsoiight by few. 2 Believers 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 ; J*fany will call upon the Lord, 4 And find their ctios too late l K - J04 AWAKENING. 167-68 HYMN 167. L. M. _| ¥7" NOW sinners ev'ry one is free Jam. To choose his course and what he'll be 5 For this eternal truth is giv'n, That God will force no man to heatfn. 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. 3 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 helj. 4 then no more your pow'rs abuse, BuX ways of truth and goodness choose ! Our God is pleas'd when we improve His grace, and seek the worlds above. 1 But if you take the downward road, And make in hell your last abode ; Our God is clear, and you shall know, You ptung'd yourselves in endless woe. HYMN 168. C.M.— Fawcett. I C< INNERS, the voice of God regard, J5 'Tis mercy speaks to-day, He calls you by his sacred word, From sins destructive way. .2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, You live devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast Depriye your souls of ease. 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell, Why 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 !• 105 169-70 ALARMING AND 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 tf^NE thing is needful, one alone Xjf 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 ; 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 "■" OVERS of pleasure more than God, MJk 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. 8 The God of love, to earth he came, That you might come to heav'n ; Believe, believe in Jesus' name, And all your sins forgiv'n. 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. w AWAKENING. 171-72 HYMX 171. S. M— Hoskins. The Hypocrite. Job xxvii. 8. 1 "■" ET hypocrites attend, JLi And view their awful state, Consider well their latter end, Before it be too 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, O 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 rhake my soul sincere, And bid hypocrisy depart, And keep my conscience clear. HYMN 172. C. M. Exhortation to old and young. 1 g AEAR people all attention give, m3 And hear what I do say ; I long your precious souls should live In everlasting day. 2 Remember you are hastening on, To death's dark gloomy 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 ? J 07 172 ALARMING &C 4 Pray, meditate, before too late, While in a gospel land ; -- Jtehold 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 ? WiU 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 guili, The fountain's open'd wide; For you that precious blood was spilt, That flow'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. 108 PEtflTENTiAL. 173-74 CONVICTION AND PENITENTIAL HYMX 173, S. M, 1 "MM Y sorrows like a flood, .LYM. Impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, O ! 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, (0 1 matchless grace 1) Thy thunder silent lies. 4 ! shall I never feel, The meltings of thy love ? Am I of such hell-harden'd steel, That mercy cannot move ? 5 Overcome by dying love, Here at thy cross I lie, And throw my flesh, ray soul, my aff, And weep, and love, and die. HYMtfl74. C. M— Watts. Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings if ChrtoL I A LAS I and did my Saviour bleed ? /% And did my Sov'reign die ? •" Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as 1 1 2" Was it for crimes, that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree fc*s Amazing pity, grace unknown I And love beyond degree ? 109 175 CONVICTION AND 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ the mighty Maker died For man, the creature's 9in. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay, The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away — 'Tis all that I can do". HYMN" 1*5.- L.M. 1 |ObH! give me Lord, my sins to mourn, %JF My sins which have thy body torn Give me with broken heart to see, Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O ! 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 hang 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 thy Son. 4 Father of 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 ! L6rd, 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. 6 O ! 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 110 PENITENTIAL. 176*77 ■ H YMtf 176. L. Mv— Wesley, 1 ^~fc!THAT my load of sin were gone I \J .' 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 J I cannot rest till pure within,- Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee my God, Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from evry sin release ; Bring near, bring near, the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6 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. 1 gjAVIOUR. canst thou love a traitor? ►^ Canst thou loye a child of wrath? Can a hell-deserving creature, Be the purchase of thy death ? 2 Is thy blood so efficacious, As to make my nature clean? Is thy sacrifice so precious, As to free me from my sin ? Ill 178-79 CONVICTION AND 3 Sin on ev'ry side surrounds me, No acquittance can I hear ; fangs 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 iTk ! THAT I could my Lord receive, 'Lr Who did the world redeem ; Who gave his life, that I might liVe A life conceal'd in him. 2 O that I could the blessings prove, My heart's extreme desire : Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire. # In answer to ten thousand pray'rs. Thou pai'd'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 forgiv'n. HYMN 179* L M. 1 "TKTKTITH aching heart and weeping eye* 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 danger 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 cfied. 112 PENITENTIAL. 180 5 But when, great God ! thy lifht divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, Then I beheld with trembling awe, The terrors of thy holy law. 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. 6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim, Salvation free in Jesus' name? To him I look and anxious cry, "O save a wretch condemn'd to die 1" HY3II 180. M. 6 lines 7 s. r TOTEA.RTS of stone, relent, relent, JlH. Breaks by Jesus' cross subdu'd ; See his 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 sacrifice : For lost sinners Jesus dies. 1 Can his ofPnng 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. 113 H 181-82 CONVICTION AN^ HYMN 181. C M. 1 A ND did the holy and the just, ' j^L The sov'reign of the skies, Stoop down to wretchedness and dusi. That guilty worms might rise ? 2 Yes, the Redeemer jn his soul Sustain'd the pains of hell, The wrath of God, without control, Qn him, our surety fell. 3 He took the dying sinner's place, And suffer'd in his stead ;" For man, (O miracle of grace,) For man the Saviour Wed ! 4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwejll In thy atoning blood ! By this are sinners snatch'd from helj, 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. HYMN 182, L- M.-Watts. 1 £~fcH thou, that hear'st when sinners cry %^W Tho' 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 ; 114 PENITENTIAL. 183-84 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. HYMK 183. M. 7 s. 1 CJOV'REIGN ruler, Lord of all, J^ Prostrate at thy feet I fall ; Hear, oh hear my ardent cry ; Frown not, lest I 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 ! 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken hearts 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. HYM1V 184. L- M— Watts. 1 C^HOW pity Lord, O Lord forgive, J^ 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 bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; 115 % 185-86 CONVICTION AND 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 condemned but thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. HYMN 185. C. M.— Cowper. 1 TTgROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, ST A guilty rebel lies, And upwards to the mercy-seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 O let not justice frown me hence, Stay, stay, 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 eyea In ceaseless torrents flow. 4 But no such 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. 8,8,6,8,8,6. IAS near to Calvary I pass, j3L Methinks I 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. 116 PENITENTIAL. 187 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 ? 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 suff ring Son of God, "Igave 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, O ! God, I'll fall, Give thee my life, my soul, my all, To reign with thee above. HYMN 187. C. M.— Watts. 1 £\R ! the sharp pangs of smarting pain %_P My dear Redeemer bore ; When knotty whips and ragged thorns His sacred body tore ! 2 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were ; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. 3 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head, Break, break, my heart, O ! burst mine eyes And let my sorrows bleed. 4 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. 117 188-89 CONVICTION AND HYMJV 188. L- M.-Hart. 1 ^k ! FOR a glance of heav'nly day, \J 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 reach 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. 9,8,9,8,9,7,8,8. 1 ^lOME all ye tender hearted Christians, H^ 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 res*.. 3 Behold him when the soldiers took him, And led him unto Pilate's bar ! 118 PENITENTIAL. 0*1 come ye tender hearted Christians, And view your dear Redeemer there ; 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 behold the soldiers take him, And nail him to a shameful tree : Oi 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. OI dying sinners, look and live! 5 They laid him in a new sepulcher. Where never man was laid before ; He burst the bars of death asunder, And brought salvation to the poor, And now, he is gone up to heaven, . Pleading there our cause on high ; Christians, soon we 1 lf follow after, Our Lord to see and glorify. HYMN 190. C. M.— Newton 1 "B"N evil long I took delight M. Unaw'd by shame or fear; Till a new object struck my sight, And stopt my wild career. 2 I saw one hanging on a tree In agonies and blood, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, As near his cross 1 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. 119 M 191 CONVICTION, &C. 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 grief and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd ; That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by him I kill'd. HYMN 191. c - M — Watts 1 A ND now the scales have left mine eyes, _r5L Now I begin to see ; O ! 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 limba With floods of purple gore! 3 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. 120 &Q~ INVITING, &C. 192 INVITING AND ENCOURAGING. HYMtf 192. L M. 1 ^"iOME sinners to the gospel feast, *LJ Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest ; There needs not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by ray Lord, on you I call— The invitation is to all : Come all the world, come sinners, thou, All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come all^ye souls by sins opprest, Ye restless wand'rers after rest : Ye poor and maim'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 . O ! let his love your souls constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. 5 His love is mighty to compel; His conq'ring love consent to feel; Yield to his love"s resistless pow'r And fight against your God no more. 6 See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice ; His offer'a benefits embrace, And freely noio be sav'd by grace. 7 This is the time, no more delay, The invitation is to-day ; Come in this moment at his call, And live for him who died for all. 121 193-94 INVITING ANI) HYMN 103. C. M.-E. Jones. 1 ^"^dMfi, guilty sinner, in whose breast V7 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 cou#s, 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 graced 4 "Perhaps he will admit niy plea, "Perhaps will hear my pray'r ; "But, if I perish, I wilfpray, "And perish only there. 5 "I can but perish if I go, . "1 am resolv'd to try ; "For if I stay away, I know "I must forever die." HYMN 194. P- M.— 8, 7, 4— Hart 1 /^iOME, ye sinners, poor and needy, ILy Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and pow'r : He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify ; True belief and true repentance, 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 ; 122 ENCOURAGING. 1§5 All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives ypu, 'Tis the spirit's glimmring beam 1 . 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruis'd and mangled by the fall j If you tarry tilt you're better, You will never come at all ; Not the right'ous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden, Lo ! your maker prostrate lies ! On the bloody tree behold him ! Hear him cry before he dies, + "It is finished !" 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 5 None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. ? 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._ Watt3 1 "■" ET ev'ry mortal ear attend, SLA And ev'ry heart rejoice! The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry starving souls Who feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind. — 123 196-9r 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. HY11 196. S. M._Dobell. 1 "WTOW is th' accepted time, ±yi Now is the day of grace, Now, sinners come without delay, And seek the Saviour's face. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day ; To-morrow it may ne 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 angels clap their wings, And bear the news above ! HYMN" 197. P- M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8-Qi.' "And yet there is room."' Luke xiv. 22. 1 '%7'E dying sons of men, JL Immerg'd in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you ; 124 ENCOURAGING. 198 Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there is yet 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, come ! For ev'ry yielding soul there's room; 3 Cbmpell'd by bleeding love. Ye wand'ring souls draw near ; Christ calls you from above, His charming accents hear. Let whosoever will now come, In mercy's arms there yet is room. HYMI 198. P- M. 8S.&7& 1 lyOW the Saviour stands a pleading J^M At the sinner's bolted heart ; Now in heav'n is interceding, Undertaking sinner's part. CHORUS. Sinners can you hate that Saviour, Can you thrust him from your arms ? Once he died for your behaviour, Now he calls, intreats 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, S^c. 3 O ! be wise before you languish, On a dying bed of strife ! Endless joy or endless anguish Turn upon th' events of life. ' Sinners, Scc. 6 Come, for all things now are ready-r- Yet there's room for many more ; O ! ye blind, ye lame and needy, Come to grace's boundless store. Sinners, S(C HYMI 199. L M f 1 fff^O-DAY, if you will hear his voice, JL 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 find no rest, Say will you be forever blest ? Will 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 narae^- 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 toya, Come share with us eternal joys ; Or must we leave you bound to hell ? Then, dear young friends, a long farewell 126 ENCOURAGING. 200-1 HYMN 200. C. M— Medley Whoever will, let him come. Rev. xxii. ]5. I ^~kH ! what amazing words of grace %Jf Are in the gospel found ! Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, Who knows the joyful sound. •i Poor sinful, thirsty, fainting souls Are freely welcome here ;" Salvation, like a river rolls, Abundant, free and clear. 3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, Your ey'ry burden bring; Here love, unchanging love abounds, A deep, celestial spring. 4 Whoever will, (O! 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; Corne then, and prove its virtues too, And drink, adore and bless. HYMN 201. C. M— Dobel. 1 ~W7"E burden'd souls to Jesus come, JL 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 wretch'd, 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 ? 127 202-3 INVITING AND V HYMJV 202. M. 7* 1 rf^lOME, ye weary souls oppress'd, %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. 3 Naked, guilty, poor and blind, All your wants in Jesus find; This the day of mercy is, Now accept the proffer'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. HYMK 203. L. M-Mp} — Come and see. John 1. 46. 1 "W"ESTJS, dear name, how sweet it sounds, *J Replete with balm for all my wounds ; His word declares his grace is free, Come, needy sinner, come and see. 2 He left the shining courts on high, Came to this world to blee^ 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 flies from works, to Jesus' blood, Yet proves by works he's born of God ; He runs with joy in Zion's ways, And to his God, "Behold he prays." 4 In heav'n, each praying soul shall see Salvation was both rich and free ; And thro' eternal ages raise, Their song to great Jehovah's praise. 139 322-23 FAITH AND HYMN 222. Q* M.— Watts. 1 TS"OW sad our state by nature is I JLH. Our sin how deep it stains ! - And Satan binds our captive souls, Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign 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 T 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. C. M.— Steele. The Saviour. John iv. 42. 1 nnHE Saviour, oh ! what endless charms _fl_ Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influ'ence ev'ry fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine Tn 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. 140 CONVERSION. 224-25 4 On thee alone my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall ; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. HYMN 224. p. m. r,6,r,6,r,r,r,6. NOW ah ! now, I yield, I yield. With all my sins to part ; 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 Jesus, now our hearts inspire With that pure love of thine, Kindle now the heav'nly fire, To brighten and refine ; Purify our hearts like gold; All the dross of sin remove ; Melt our spirits down, and mould Into thy perfect love. HYMN 225. L- M.-Cennick. Seeking pardon. Ps. xxvii. 8 1 ~T ORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall, JLi 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 1 O ! let me see thy face and live. 3 I'll seek thy face with tears and cries, With secret sighs and fervent pray'rs; And if not heard I'll waiting sit, And perish at my Saviour's feet. 14 V 226-27 FAITH AND 4 But canst thou, Lord, behold my pain, And bid me seek thy name in vain 1 Thou wilt not, canst not, me deceive, The soul that seeks thy face shall live. HYMN 226. S. M— Watts. 1 "|%f Y God, permit my tongue -LTM. 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, No travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy pow'r and glory to behold, And feel thy quick'ning grace. 4 For life without thy love No relish can afford ; No joy can be compar'd with this, To serve and praise the Lord. HYMN" 227. P. M. 8's. & r's.-(Sr; Bartimeus. Mark x. 48. 1 44m/H"ERCY, O • thou son of David," lTA 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 wiB." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us"d to live ; Yet he ask'd and Jesus granted Alms that none but he can give. , 142 CONVERSION. 238 * Lord remove this grievous blindness, "Let mine eyes behold the day." Straight he saw, and won by kindness. Follow 'd Jesus in the way. 3 Now methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; "Friends, is not my case amazing, "What a Saviour I have found ; "O! 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." /' HYMJV228. C.M.-Browk 1 W ORD, at thy feet we sinners lie, JLi And knock at mercy's door ; With heavy heart and downcast eye, Thy favor we imploie. 2 In deep distress we seek thy face Forgiveness to receive, We trust our souls are taught thro' grace Our debtors to forgive. 3 Tis pardon, pardon we implore, O {* let thy bowels move ! Thy grace is an exhaustless store, And thou thyself art love. 4 O! 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. 143 ' 229-30 FAITH AND HYMJV 229. M - 7 s.-Hammon». 1 g^i RAC10US Lord, incline thine ear, ^Jf 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. 3 Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only take away my guilt ; Mourning at thy feet I lie, Give me Christ, or else 1 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. 6 O ! my God what shall I say ? Take, O ! take my sins away ; 'Jesus' blood to me apply ; Give me Christ, or else I die. HYMN 230. L - M.— Pres. Da vies. ORD, I am thine, entirely thine, Furchas'd and sav'd by blood divine; With full consent thine would I be, And own thy sov'reign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace ;. A wretched sinner, lost to God, Rut ransom'd by Imman'el's blood. 3 Thee, my new master, now I call, And consecrate to thee my all; Lord let me live and die to thee— Be thine thro' all eternity. 144 CONVERSION. 231-32 HYMN 231. M. 7 s.- Newton. OME my soul, thy suit prepare, c Jesus loves to answer pray'r ; He himself hath bid thee pray, Rise and ask without delay. 2 With my burden I begin, Lord ! remove this load of sin ! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord ! I come to 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. S. M. 1 T LANGUISH for a sight JBL Of him who reigns on high: Jesus' my soul's supreme delight, For him 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. 3 Near to his mercy seat, Where grace triumphant reigns, I'd come and worship at his feet, And tell him all my pains. 4 The arguments I'd use My troubles should suggest ; Nor can my blessed Lord refuse The cause of the distress'd. 5 O ! Jesus bring me near, New life, new strength impart, Banish at once my slavish fear, And dwell within my heart. 145 K 233-35 % FAITH, &c, HYM K 233. C. M.— Newton. 1 A rPKOACFf, my soul, the mercy-seat jtL Where Jesus answers pray'r; There humbly fall before. his feet, For none 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 press'd : By wars without and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding place ; That sh Iter'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. i JURIST'S faithful word his solemn pledge ™.J Forever shall endure ; He. both the Saviour and the Judge, Hath seaPd the sentence sure. 2 "Except converted, born anew. Like children you become, My kingdom hath no place for you, Nor hea v'n a final home." 3 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. JESUS, my lifr, thvself apply, Thy holy spirit breathe ; 146 REGENERATION. 236 My vile affections crucify, Conform me to thy death. 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. 4 Scatter the last remains of sin, And seal me thine abode ; O ! make me glorious all within, A temple built by God. REGENERATION. HYMN 236. C. M.— Hoskins. Ye must be bom again. John iii. 7. 1 CJTNNERS ! this solemn truth regard 1 ►^ Hear, all ye sons of men ; For Christ, the Saviour hath declar'd, "Ye must be born 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, T"ie !irart a sink of sin : V^K** u a change we can't be sav'd, "Ye mnst be born again." 4 That which is born of flesh is flesh, And flesh it will remain ; 147 237 REGENERATION. Then marvel not that Jesus saith, "Ye must be born again." 5 Spirit of life ! thy grace impart, s And breathe on sinners slain ; Bear witness, Lord, with ev'ry heart, That we are born again. 6 Dear Saviour we will now begin, To trust and love thy word; And by forsaking ev'ry sin Prove we are born of God. HYMN" 237. P. M. 8,8,6,8,8,6.-43 1 A WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, J^k. My soul in guilt and thrall I found, Exposed to endless woe ; Eternal truth did loud proclaim, The sinner must be born again Or else to ruin go. 2 Amaz'd 1 stood, but could not tell Which way to shun the gates of hell ; For death and hell drew near, 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 be born again, O'erwhelm'd my tortur'd mind. 4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast oppressive load ; Alas .' I read and saw it plain, The sinner must be born again, Or feel the wrath of God. 148 REGENERATION. 238 5 The saints I heard with rapture tell How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, And broke the fowler's snare : Yet when I found this truth remain, The sinner must be born again, I sunk in deep despair. 6 But when 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 born again, And sings redeeming love. 7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew, The angels tun'd their harps anew, And loftier notes did raise ; All hail the Lamb that once was slain, Unnumber'd millions born again, Will shout thy endless praise. HYMN 238. L M. Born not of Mood— but of Ood. 1 John i. 13. 1 A SSIST my soul, my heav'nly king, /^ Thine everlasting love to sing: And joyful spread thy praise abroad, As one through grace that's barn of God. 2 No, it was not the will of man. My soul's new heav'nly birth began, Nor will, nor pow'r of flesh and blood, 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 my abode, May live like one that's born of God. 149 239-40 REGENERATION. 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 239. C. M._ Wallin. 1 TTWAIL! mighty Jesus, how divine JOL 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 vict'i ies are complete, When all the chosen race, Shall round the throne of glory meet, To sing thy conquering grace. 5 O ! may my humble soul be found Among that favor'd band ! And I, with them, thy praise will sound Throughout Immanuel's land. HYMI 240. C. M— Watts. Prayer for the witness of the Spirit. 1 ~%WT HY should the children of a king ^W 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 wilt thou banish my complaints And show my sins forgiv'n ? 150 the convp:rt. 241-42 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood ; And hear thy witness with my heart, That I am horn of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And ihy soft wings, celestial dove, Will safe convey me home. HYMtf 241. P M. 6 lines, 8 s. Prayer for assurance. 1 4T10ME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, \j Bear witness that T'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, Pweet foretaste of approaching heav'n, 2 Oh ! give me now a gracious sea). That ascertains the kingdom mine; True holiness I long to feel, The signature of love divine ; O.' sh^d it in my heart abroad, Fulness of love, of heav'n. of God i THE C02J7ERT. HYMN 242. L- M. A hymn for young converts. 1 f^»7"HEN converts first begin to sing, V ▼ Their happy souls are on the wing ; Their theme is all redeeming love, Fain would they be with Christ above. 151 243 THE CONVERT* 2 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. 3 They feel themselves quite free from paira, 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, r And make the heav'nly arches ring — Ring with a melodious, joyful sound, 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 found 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 dost 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 determined not to yield. HYMN 243. P*M. 6,6,6,6„8,& 1 A RISE, my soul arise, ^^. Shake ofF thy guilty fears ; The bleeding sacrifice In thy behalf appears. 152 the convert. 244 fiefore the throne my surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, • For me to intercede His all redeeming love, His precious blood to plead : His blood 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 ! forgive, 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 My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear; He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear. With confidence, I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. HYMJV 244. P. M.. 8 s. & 7 s.-R. 1 £^OME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, *Lj 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 tojagues above : Praise the mount, I'm fix'd upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love I 2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 153 245-46 THE CONVERT. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God ; He to rescue me from danger, Inti rpos'd his precious blood ! 3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constraint to be ! Let thy goodness like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O ! take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above. ' .»..- HYMN 245. C. M— Mason Pearl of great price. Matth. xiii. 46. VE found the pearl of greatest price : l * My heart exults with joy: And sing I must— a Christ I have, O ! what a Christ have I ! 2 Christ is my father and my friend, My brother and my love ; My head, my hope, my counsellor. My advocate above. 3 Mv Christ, ha 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— Hoskins. Whereas I was blind, now I see. John ix. 25. 1 l%TOW let my soul with wonder trace l^H 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 see. 154 THE CONVERT. 247 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. 4 Long had I wallow'd in my sin, Blind to the dangers I was in ; But now appeal, great God, to thee That tho' once blind, yet now I see. 5 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. HYMN 247. P- M. 6,6,9,6,6,9. 1 fHQME all ye happy race, %J Who are ransom'd by grace, By the grace that is free for us all : Come and hear, come and feel, While with rapture I tell What my Saviour hath done for my soul. 2 Up removed my guilt Through the blood that he spilt. And new life from his death I receiv'd; Then I sung the new song, With my heart and my tongue, And my soul to salvation believ'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. 155 248 THE CONVERT. 4 The good shepherd shall keep His once wandering sheep, Who are bro't to his fold he'll defend i '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.8c 6 s.£k 1 "WW OW lost was my condition M.M. Till Jesus made me whc There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! The worst of all diseases, Is light compar'd with sin, On ev'ry part it seizes. But rages most within. 2 From men great skill professing, I 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 for lost, Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, And all my hopes were cross'd. 3 At length this great Physician — How matchless is his grace 1 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 me, His wond'rous pow'r to save, 4 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death: Come then to this Physician, His help he'll freely give, He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only— look— and live, 156 THE CONVERT. 249-50 HYMN 249. L- M.— Medley. He hath dene all things well. Mark vii. 37. 1 "WTOW in a song of grateful praise, J^( To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise : With all his saints, I'll join to tell— "My Jesus hath done all things well." 2 All worlds his glorious power confess, His wisdom all his works express ; But O I his love, what tongue can tell ! "My Jesus hath done all things well!" 3 How sov'reign, wonderful and free, Has been his love to sinful me ! He pluck'd me as a brand from hell — "My Jesus hath done all things well." 4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And yet he undertook my cause ; To save me tho' I did rebel ; "My Jesus hath done all things well." 5 And since my soul hath known his love, What mercies has he made me prove ; Mercies which do all praise excel — "My Jssus hath done all things well.' 6 And when to that bright world 1 rise, And join the anthems in the skies : Above the rest this note shall swell, "My Jesus hath done all things well.' HYMN 250. P- M. 5 lines 8 s. Union with Christ. 1 ^lOME saints and sinners, hear me tell Qj The wonders of Immanuei ; Who sav'd me from a burning hell, And brought my soul with him to dwell, And gave me heav'nly union. 157 . ; Col THE CONVERT. 2 When Jesus saw me from on high. Beheld my soul in ruin Jie, He look'd on me with pit'ing eye, And said to me as he pass'd by, With God you have no union. 3 Then I began to weep and pray, I look'd this way and that to fly, It griev'd me sore that I must die, I sought salvation for to buy, But still I found no union. i 4 But when I hated all my sin/ ~ My dear Redeemer took me in, And with his blood he wash'd me clean; And, O! what seasons Ihave seen, E'er since I felt this union. 5 1 prais'd the Lord both night and day, I went from house to house to pray, And if I met one on the way, I always something found to say About this heav'nly union. 6 Almighty God, teach heart and tongue To thee to raise a grateful song ; All praises to thy name belong: Let Zion sing, thy kingdom come, And fill the world with union. HYMN 251. L- M.-Medley. 1 "H"OIN all who love the Saviour's name, »J» To sing his everlasting fame; Great God, prepare each heart and voice In him forever to rejoice. 2 With him I daily love to walk, Of him my soul delights to talk ; On him I cast my ev'ry care ; Like him one day I shall appear. 3 Take him for strength and right'ousness, Make him thy refuge in distress; Love him above all earthly joy, And him in ev'ry thing employ. 158 THE convep. r. ^2-53 4 Praise him in cheerful, grateful songs, To hhn your highest praise belongs ; Bless him who does your heav'n prepare, And whom you'll praise forever there. HYMN 252. fc 'M. 8 s. 6c 7 s.—W. 1 l|jr AIL ! my ever blessed Jesus, JUL Only thee T wish to sing ; To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my prophet, priest and king. CHORUS. ! help me V praise m? loving Saviour, O ! for what he's done for me, Glory, honor and salvation, Christ th J Lord, has 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 ! 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, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace, Love I much 1 I've much forgiven ; I'm a miracle of gracd ! HYMN 253. L- M— Cennick. 1 TTESUS, ni y a ]1 i to heav'n is gone, q3 He whom I 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, Tht- road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, vll go, for all his paths are peace. 159 %54t THE CONVERT. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not ; My grief a burden long had been, Because I was not sav'd 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, Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God." HYMI 254. C. M.-Ryland. 1 ¥N all my Lord's appointed ways, JL 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 too, I'll go at his command ; Hinder me not, for lam 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. 160 THE CONVERT. 255-56 HYMN 255. L. M. 1 4~kH, what amazing love is this ! %_J 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." HYMN 256. C. M. 1 fkfl ! for a thousand tibngues to sing %_W My dear Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace 1 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me 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 sinners 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 clean, His blood avail'd for me. 161 t J'57-58 THE CONVERT 5 Had I ten thousand thousand tongues, Not one should silent be ; Had I ten thousand thousand hearts. I'd give them all to thee. HYMN 257. s - M.— Hammond. 1 A WAKE, and sing the song ./%_ Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love, Sing of his' rising po.w'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 shall we hear him say, "Ye blessed children come '^ Soon will he* call us henie away, And take his wand'rers home. 5 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue His endless praise proclaim ; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. HYMIV 258. C M.— Nkwto*. AMAZING grace, how sweet the sound That sav'd a wretch like me ! I once was lost but now am found — Was~ blind, but now I see. 2- 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace'" my fears reliev'd ; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd. 162 THE CONVERT. 259-60 3 Thro 1 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 fail. 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, J9l A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill ; 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 I my trust betray, I shall forever die. HYMN 260. C. M— Doddridge. 1 Cor. ix. 24. WAKE, my soul ! stretch ev'ry nerve, 'A 1 And press with vigor on ; A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 163 261 THE CONVERT* 3 TTis Gods all animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 BlessM Saviour ! introduc'd hy thee, Have I my race begun ; And crown'd with vict'ry at thy feet Til lay my honors down. HYMN 261. C. M— Watts 1 "IHKTHEN God feveaPd bis gracious name ▼ ▼ And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess ; My tongue broke out in unknown strains And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cried, And own'd the pow'r divine ; "Great is the work." my heart replied; "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies. Can give us day for night ; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 164 THE CHRISTIAN. 262-63 THE CHRISTIAN* HYMN 262. L M. 1 fV^HE christian knows his God aright, JB_ And worships him with strong delight. He's taught of God, and truly wise, Still sets the Lord before his eyes 2 The Christian hates his ev'ry sin, Evils external or within ; And with an humble, contrite heart From all that's sinful doth depart. 3 The Christian has a faith divine, And doth to faith obedience join ; Believes the truth, the truth obeys, And always walks in holy ways. 4 The Christian is a man of God, He takes the pure the heav'nly road ; All his affections rise above, And all his heart is full of love. 5 The Christian shines with lustre bright, His understanding's full of light ; To Jesus Christ he's wholly giv'n. And is indeed a form of heav'n. 6 To thee, O ! Lord, my soul aspires, And kindles with seraphic fires; The real Christian I would be, And live conform'd to heav'n and thee. HYMJV 263. C. M. I ~MMY God, I know, I feel thee mine, jylL And will not quit my claim, Till all I have is lost in thine, 4.n*l all renewed I am. 165 264 THE CHRISTIAN. 2 I hold thee with a trembling hand And will not let thee go, Till steadfastly by faith I stand, And all thy goodness know. 3 Jesus, thine all victorious love Shed in my heart abroad ; Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fix'd in God. 4 O ! that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow ; Burn up the dress of base desire, And make the mountains flow. 5 1 that it now from heav'n might fall And all my sins consume : Come, Holy Ghost, for thee T call, Spirit of burning, come. 6 Refining fire go through my heart. Illuminate my soul ; Scatter thy life through ev'ry part, And sanctify the whole. 7 Sorrow and sin shall then expire, When enter'd into rest, I only live my God t' admire, My God forever blest. 8 My steadfast soul from falling free, Shall then no longer rove ; But Christ be all the world to me, And all my heart be love. HYMN 264. C. M.— Watts. The Christian's confidence. 1 'VMT'HEN I can read my title clear ▼ ▼ To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurl'd, 166 THE CHRISTIAN. 265-66 Then lean 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 I bathe my weary soul In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. HYMN 265. L. M.. 1 ~W ET thoughtless thousands choose the road Jul That leads the soul away from God : This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely thine. 2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, Prom 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. HYMN 266. C. M. 1 TTESUS, the Saviour of my soul, %JP Be thou my heart's delight ; Ever to me the same remain, My joy by day and night. 2 Hungry and thirsty after thee May I be 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 am ; From death and he*! .jedeem'd by blood, The .blood of God's dear Lainb. 167 267-68 THE CHRISTIAN. 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. ,1 T^l"Y God„the spring of all my joys, iTJL The,ljfe of my delights, The glory of, my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 4J,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. A My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, ,Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 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. HYMN 268. L. M.— Grigg Not ashamed of Jesus. JESUS! and shall it ever he, A mortal man asham'd of thee' Asham'd of thee whom ansrels praise, Whose glories shine through endless daysi 168 THE CHRISTIAN 269 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 I 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 l 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 ! And, O ! may this my glory be ; That Christ is not asham'd of me. HYMN 269. C. M.— Watts. Holy fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 1 1 Mia soldier of the cross, J± A follow'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 flow'ry 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 ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase, my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die ; They see the triumph from afar, With faith's discerning eye. 16y 270-71 THE CHRISTIAN. C When that illust'ous day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine. HYMN 270. C. M. 1 f BlHE cross of Jesus purifies, 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 271. S. M—Heath. Watch and pray. Mat. xxvi. 41. 1 T^'B'Y soul be on thy guard, XtJl Ten thousand foes arise ; And hosts of sins are pressing hard ; To draw thee from the skies. 2 O.' watch, and fight and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er ; Renew it boldly ev'ry day, And help divine implore. 170 THE CHRISTIAN. 272 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. HYMJV 272. P-M. 11 s.— Lennadt. 1 ¥¥° w fi™ a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, JLM. Is laid for your faith in his excellent word I 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, O! 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 Upheld by my right'ous, omnipotent hand, [stand, 4 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; Foil will be with thee thy troubles to bless; And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 5 When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flames shall not hurt thee, I only design, 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. 7 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes ; That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor t$ shake, I'll never — no never — no never forsake." 171 273-74 THK CHRISTIAN. HYMN 273. C. M. 1 "MJEJOICE, believer in the Lord, • MM> 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 Cod, 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. 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 — Cowper Refuge for the tempted. Deut. sxxviii. 28. \T Let me to thy bosom fly ; While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is nigh ! 2 Hide me, O ! my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide. O ! receive my soul at last. 3 Other refuge 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 I bring : Cover my defenceless head Wiethe shadow of thv wing. 172 THE CHRISTIAN. 275-76 6 Thou of life the fountain arty Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heflrt- Rise to all etefnity ! HYMN 275. C. M.— Doddridge. 1 TTESUS, I love thy charming name, *JP 'Tis music to my ear ; 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, And gold but 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 shed its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 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 276. C. M.— Cowper. 1 ¥¥ OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds JLJL Tn a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 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. 173 $77-78 THE CHRISTIAN. 3 Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend, My prophet, priest, and king ; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. HYM^ 277. C. M. 1 ~W KNOW that my Redeemer lives JL 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 height ; To comprehend th' eternal mind And grasp the infinite. 3 When God is mine, and I am his, Of Paradise possess'd, I taste unutterable bliss, And everlasting rest. HYMN 278. S. M.— Watts 1 "%1"Y God, my life, my love, !.▼_■_ 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. 3 To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire, And yet how far from thee I lie ! Dear Jesus, raise me high'r. 174 THE CHRISTIAN. 279-80 HYMN 279, P.M. 8,8,7,8,8,7,4,8,4,8. 1 TTJ[OW blight appears the morning star, J.JL With grace and truth beyond compare— The royal root of Jesse : O! David's son, of Jacob's line, My soul belov'd and king benign, Thou'rt come from heav'n to bless me. Precious, gracious, Fair and glorious, e'er victor'ous, 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 life 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 rae ; O come speedy, Lord, to meet thee I am ready. HYMN 280. P.M. 6,6,6,4,6,6,6,6,6,4, 1 TTOW precious is the name ! Mm. Brethren sing, brethren sing, How precious is the name 1 Brethren sing, How precious is the name ! Of Christ, the paschal Lamb, Who bore our guilt and shame, On the tree. 3 I've given all for Christ, He's my all, he's my all ; :||: I've given all for Christ, And my spirit cannot rest, Unless he's rn my breast, Reigning there, reigning there. :§: 3 His easy yoke I'll bear With delight, with delight ; :|1: 175 281 THE DOUBTING. His easy yoke I'll bear And his cross I will not fear ; His name I will declare, Ever more, ever more. :||: 4 And when we all get home We will sing, we will sing ; :g: 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.— Nkwto* Perplexity and doubts relieved. 1 J-TNCERTAIN how the way to find ,^J Which to salvation led, I listen'd long, with anxious mind, To hear what others said. 2 When some of joys and comforts tofd, I fear'd that t was wrong ; For I was stupid, dead and cold, Had neither joy nor song. 3 The Lord, my lab'ring heart relieved! And made by burden light J 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 st ease ; 176 THE DOUBTING. 282 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. 7 Alas ! "I now must give it up," I cried in deep despair ; How could I dream of drawing hope, From what I cannot bear. 8 Again my Saviour brought me aid, And when he set me free, "Trust simply on my word," he said "And leave the rest to me." HYMN 282. M - 7 s.— Newton. Lovest thou me ? John xxi. 15, 1 f nniS a point I long to know, B Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus, Why this dull and lifeless frame ? Hardly, sure, can they he worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove, Ev'ry 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, Fill'd with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do ; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you ? 177 M 283 THE DOUBTING. 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall ; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all ? 7 Could I joy the saints to meet, Choose the way I once abhor'd, Find at times the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord ? 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case, Thou who art thy people's sun ; Shine upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, 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. lvii. 15. 1 fW^HE Lord will happiness divine JL On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me gracious God, is mine, A contrite heart or no ? 2 I hear, but seem 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 thee if I could, ,But often feel another mind, Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires are faint and few, I fain 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, Bui rind no comfort there. 178 ON BACKSLIDING. 284 6 O ! make this heart rejoice or ache, Decide this doubt for ine ; And if it be not broken, break And heal it, if it be. «®o- ON BACKSLIDING. HYMN 284. C. M.— Newton. that I were as in months past. Job xxxix. 2. 1 £< WEET was the time when first I felt £5 The Saviour's pard'ning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God, 2 Soon as the light the morn renew'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; 1 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, 1 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, For all 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. 179 285 ON BACKSLIDING 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 ; Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail— O ! come without delay. HYMN 285. S. M. 1 ¥¥OW can I vent my grief? JLM. My comforter is fled; By day I sigh without relief, And groan upon my bed. 2 I once enjoy'd my Lord ; Liv'd happy in his love, Delighted in his holy word, And sought my rest above. 3 But, O! alas, my soul Where is my comfort now? Why did I let my love grow cold ? Ah ! why to idols 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. 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 I attempt to pray. 7 I feel asham'd to bow, When with the saints I meet; While on their knees my brethren cry, I stand or keep my seat. 180 ON BACKSLIDING. 286 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 Chri st I'll fly, And all my sins confess ; At Jesus' cross I'll humbly fall, And ask restoring grace. 10 I'll mortify my pride ; Myself I will deny ; And if I perish, Lord at last Beneath thy cross I'll die. HYMN 286. C. M._ Cowper. 1 f~k ! FOR a closer walk with God, \_W A cairn and heav'nly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the bless'dness I knew When fust 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, O ! holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, What'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close withXJod, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb. 181 287-88 ON BACKSLIDING. HYMN 287. C. M. 1 f^lOME, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, \j One God, in person three, Bring back the heav'nly blessing lost By all minkind 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 Son of right'ousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glories of thy 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 love. 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'n ; The joy of holiness below, And then the joy of heav'n. HYMN 288. P. M. 8 lines, 8 s.— W 1 TfTOW ted'ous and tasteless the hours, JLjL When Jesus no longer I see ! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me. The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay ; But when I am in happy in him, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His name yields the richest perfume. And sweeter than music his voice ; 182 ON BACKSLIDING. . 289 His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice ; 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 I languish and pine? And why^re my winters so long? O! .drive these dark clouds from my sky. Thy soul cheering presence restore: O ! take me to thee up on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. HYMJV289. C M.— Watts. Complaining of spiritual Sloth. 1 "]WJ"Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ? XYH. Awake my sluggish soul : Nothing has half the work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 Go to the ants, for one poor grain, See how they toil and strive ? Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, How negligent we live. 3 We for whom God, the Son came down, And labor'd for our good ; How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood? 4 Lord shall we live so sluggish still, And never act our parts ? 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 jise, With hands of faith and wings of love. To fly and take t;he prize. 183 290 ON BACKSLIDING. HYMX f$f>. P- &: 6,6,9,6,6,9. 1 AH! but where am I now? J^sL. And why was it and how, That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall; I am strip't of my all ; I am banish'd from Jesus' face. 2 Hardly 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 come 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' love! 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 pitv shall bring him to me. 184 PRAYER, &C. 291-92 PRAYER FOR A REVIVAL, HYMN 291. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4,7— N Prayer for a revival. Ps. Ixxxv. 6. Hab. iii. 2. 1 OjAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, J5 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. Lord revive us, &,c. 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. Lord revive us, &c. 4 Break the tempter's fatal pow'r. Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. Lord revive us, &c. HYMN 292. L- M.— Doddridge. On a fast day, for the revival of religion ; or, The vision of dry bones. Ez. xxxvii. 3. I "■" OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye, M-d See Adam's race in ruin lie : Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground*, And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 185 293-94 PRAYER FOR 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live, And can these perish'd bones revive ? That mighty God to thee is known, That wond'rous work is all thine own. 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, To prophesy upon the slain ; In vain they call, in vajn 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 bones obey thypow'rful voice, They move, they waken, they rejoice. HYMN 293. S. M.-Hart. 1 ^iOME, Holy Spirit, come, ~ \^J Let thy bright beams arise ; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us of our sin, t Then lead to Jesus' blood ; ^nd to our wond'rihg view reveal The secret love of God. 3 'Tjs 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 ; And kindle in our hearts the flame Of never-dying love. HYMN 294. L M. t "IT LONG to see the season come, JL When sinners shall come flocking home; To taste the riches of God's love, And seek the joys that are above. 186 A REVIVAL. 295 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, HYMJV 295. L M.— Kinsbury. Isaiah Ivii. 6, 7. 1 ^1 REAT Lord of all thy churches, hear, ^JET Thy minister's and people's pray'r ; Perfum'd by thee, O ! may it rise Like fragrant incense to the skies. 2 Revive thy churches with thy grace, Heal all our breaches, grant us peace. Rouse 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, rhatur'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 pray'r". 187 296-97 PRAYER FOR HYMN 296. P. M. 6 lines, 8 s.-D 1 "W^TERNAL Spirit, source of light, Mid Enliv'ning, consecrating fire, Descend and with celestial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; Our souls refine, our dross consume — Come ! 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 fervor 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 297. P.M. 8,7,8,7,4,7. Prayer for unconverted relatives. 1 IT ORD, our ransom'd souls adore thee, MJi Thou our joy and portion art: Day and night we plead before thee — Answer Lord— thy grace impart, Send thy spirit, Pierce the stubborn sinners' heart. 2 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 ! 3 See, dear, Lord, our near connexions, Dear companions all around, Brothers, sisters, children, parents, Down to desperation bound. 188 A REVIVAL. 297 Jesus save them, Let the lost again be found. 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 them, Lord, from endless pain. 5 Death, it may 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. 189 298-99 REJOICING IN REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. HYMN 298. C. M. 1 WIFE'S come, let every knee be bent, MJL All hearts, 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. HYMN 299. P. M. 8 s & 7 s 1 TTJTARK! the jubilee is sounding, JLJL O ! the joyful news is come ! 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 come to reign. 2 Come, young friends, pray don't reject him, Come to Jesus in your prime ; Choose salvation, don't reject it, O! embrace it, now's your time : Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, Sound the praise of his dear name. Olory, honor, SfC. 3 Now Jet each one cease from sinning, Follow Christ, the call obey, And our souls shall find a blessing, Seeking Jesus in the way ; Golden moments we've neglected, Oh .' the time we've spent in vain. Olory, honor, #c. 190 A REVIVAL. 300-1 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. Olory, honor, #c. HYMN 300. C. M. 1 ^lOlVVINC'D of sin, men now begin H^7 To call upon the Lord ; Trembling they pray, and mourn the day, In which they scorn'd his word. 2 Young converts sing, and praise their King, And bless God's Holy name ; While older saints, leave their complaints, And joy to join the theme. 3 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 youth — 4 Pour down a shovv'r of thy great pow'r, On ev'ry aching heart ; On all who try, and humbly 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. C. M.— Hoskins Great joy in that city. Acts viii. 8. OW much the hearts of those revive, H That love and fear the Lord, When sinners dead are made alive By his all iiuick'ning word, 191 302 REJOICING IN 2 The parent views with joyful eyes, His new returning son, And in ecstatic joy he cries, "What hath the Saviour done 7" 3 The ministers of Christ rejoice, When souls the word receive ! 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.— Hoskins. Jailor's conversion. Acts xvi. 30, 31. 1 ~W ORD we adore thy matchless ways M-jt In bringing souls to thee ; We sing and shout eternal praise For grace so full and free. 2 "What must I do," the Jailor cries, "To save my sinking soul ?" . "Believe in Christ." the world replies, "Thy faith shall make thee whole." 3 BeJieve, 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. 192 A REVIVAL. 303-4 HYMN 303. C. M.~ Doddridge. 1 TJT ARK the glad sound, the Saviout comes, Jffl. The Saviour promis'd long! Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes the pris'ners to release, , In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure : And with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 4 Our <*lad Hosannas, prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. HYMN 304. P- M. 6,6,6,6,8,8— T. 1 1TJLOW ye the trumpet, blow, JCp 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. 3 Servants 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. 193 N 305 REJOICING IN 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pard'ning grace : Ye happy souls draw near, 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 ! The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinner's home. HYMN 305. P. M. 6,6,9,6,6,9. 1' &"kJI ' how happy are they %Jy Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above i , Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in his earliest love ! 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I first found in the blood of the Lambj When my heart it believ'd What a joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus' name 1 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know, And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat. And the lover of sinneA adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song, O ! that all his salvation might see I He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem suchv a rebel as mc a revival. , 306 On thye wings of his love 1 was carried above. All my sin and temptation, and pain ; And I could not believe That I ever should grieve ; That I ever should suffer again, 6 I then rode on the sky, Freely justified I, Nor did envy Elijah his seat : My glad soul mounted high'r, In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 O ! the rapturous height Of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! Of my Saviour possess'd, I was perfectly bless'd, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. HYMX 306, C. M. 1 ► r MlHERE'S joy in heav'n, and joy on earth, -i 1_ Wh see desponding souls rejoice, ^And haughty sinners mourn. 2 "Coiiie saints and hear what God hath done," Is i\ reviving sound, O ! mi ay it spread from sea to sea, E'en all the globe around. 3 Often, o ! sov'reign Lord ! renew The \ vonders of this day ; That Je sus here may see his seed, And £ atan lose his prey. 4 Great Go d, the work is all thine own, Thine be the praises too, Let ever.\ » heart and every tongue Give lh(il- the glory due, 30?" REJOICING, &C. HYMI 307, C. M. Luke xv. 11—24. 1 A FFLICTIONS, tho' they seern sever* x3L 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 When famine pinch'd him sore. 3 "What have I gain'd by sin," he said, i'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 O! forgive"— "Enough," the father said, "Rejoice, my house, my son's alive, For whom I mourn'd as dead." 7 "Now let the fatted calf be slain, Go spread the news around. My son was dead but lives again, 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. 196 INQUIRY MEETINGS. 308 HYMNS FOR INQUIRY MEETINGS. HYMN 308. P. M. 7 s & 6 s. OME n^y friend, and let us try, \ For a little season, Every burden to lay by ; Come and let us reason. 'C J Fall and do him reverence I 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. 3 Why should sorrow bow thee down, Trials or temptation ? Is not Christ upon the throne, Still thy strong salvation 7 4 Roll thy burdens on the Lord, Leave them with thy Saviour ; He, whose hands for thee were bor'd, Can and will deliver. HYMN 310. S. M. 1 A ND shall I yet delay, ^5L 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. 198 INQUIRY MEETINGS. 311 3 Tfeo' late, I ail forsake, My friends, my all resign, Gracious Redeemer, take, O ! take, And seal me ever thine. 4 Come, and possess me whole, For hence again remove ; Settle and fix nay wav'ring soul, With all thy weight of love. HYMN 311. C M. 1 #~iOME 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 tq 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. 5 To each the cov'nant blood apply Which takes our sins away, And register our names on high, And keep us to that day. 199 312-13 EXPERIENCE MEETINGS HYMNS FOR THE USE OF EXPERIENCE MEETINGS, HYMN 312. L M. 1 TkXOW we are met in holy fear, ±% To hear the happy saints declare The free compassion of a God, The virtues of a Saviours blood. 2 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. 3 While to the church they freely own What for their souls the Lord hath done, We'd join to praise eternal love, And heighten all the joys above. HYMN 313. P- M. 8,8,6.8,8,6.-Kent. Mat. xvii. 20. 1 66^KTHERE two or three together meet, vv "My love and mercy to repeat, "And tell what I have done, "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 houv In fellowship with thee. 200 EXPERIENCE MEETINGS 314-15 HYMN 314. G. M.—Stennett. Ps. lxvi. 16. 1 jpiOME ye that fear the Lord, \j And listen while I tell How narrowly my feet escap'd, The snares of death and hell. 2 The flatt'ring joys of sense Assail'd my foolish heart, While Satan with malicious skill Guided the pois'nous dart. 3 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, and instantly he sent Salvation from on high. 6 My drooping head he rais'd, My bleeding wounds he heal'd ; Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile The gracious pardon seal'd. 7 O ! 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.— Newtom. KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive ; May we together now partake The joys which only he can give. 201 316 EXPERIENCE MEETINGS. 2 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good spirit from above ; Make our communications sweet. And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3 Forgotten be each wordly theme, When Christians see each other 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 he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. HYMN 316. L- M. i "%TR7"E now have heard our brethren tell ▼ 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 heir's of heav'n ; Our fellowship to them we give- Now we'll unite in Christ to live. 3 Let sinners now behold and see How we in Christ, in love agree ; Nothing but sin shall separate The fellowship we now relate. 4 AH sinful pleasures we'll deny, Like right'ous men we'll live and die- Like angels we shall shine at last, When all this storm of life is past. 202 TIME. 317-18 TIME. HYMN 317. L- M.-Scott Importance of time. 1 £\H time, how few thy value weigh, \Jr 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 Jiving tide. 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race, Your Maker gave you here a place ? Was it for this his thoughts design'd The frame of your immortal mind ? 4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime, He fashion'd all the sons of time ; Then let us ev'ry day give heed, To God, ourselves and time to yield. HYMN 318. C. M.— Hoskins. Time is short. 1 Cor. vii. 29. 1 FHlHE time is short ! the season near M. 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 call'd to-day. 3 The time is short ! ye rebels now To Christ the Lord, submit ; To mercy's golden scepter bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. 203 319-20 TIME. 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. 6 The time is short ! it swiftly flies— The hour is just at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, To reach the wish'd for land. 6 The time is short ! the moment near When we shall dwell above, And be forever happy there With Jesus whom we love. HYMN 319. C M. -Watts. 1 fW^IME, like an ever-rolling stream, E Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten as a dream, Dies at the op'ning day. 2 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood And lost in foll'ing years. 3 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. HYMN 320. P. M. 8,8,6,8,8,6 1 'flk/BTY days my weeks, my months, my years, JjfJL Fly rapid as the whirling spheres Around the steady pole : Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, And I must launch thro 1 endless deeps, Where endless ages roll. 2 The grave is near the cradle seen ; How swift the moments pass between, And whisper as they fly: "Unthinking man, remember this, 204 TIME. 321 "Tlio' fond of sublunary bliss, "That thou 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 ; Today attend the call divine, To-morrow may be none of thine Or it may be too late. HYMN 32.1. P. M. 8,8,6,8,8,6.-W, Ps. xxxix. 4. O ! on a narrow neck of land ; 1M 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Yet how insensible ! A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to yon heav'nly place, Or shuts me up in hell ! 2 O God ! my inmost soul convert And deeply on my thoughtful heart, Eternal things impress ; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me, ere it be too late, By free and sov'reign grace. 3 Before me place in bright array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When 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 ? 205 322-23 DEATH. 4 Be this my one great bus'ness here, With holy joy and holy fear. To make my calling sure ; Assist, O ! Lord, a feeble worm. Then shall I all thy will perform, And to the end endure, HYMN 322* L M. Eternity. 1 "WJITERNITY is just at hand ! jBli And shall I waste my ebbing sand ! And careless view departing daj% And throw my inch of time away 7 2 Lo ! 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 ! They're gone ! but where? ah pause and see 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, HYMN323,C.M 1 ^kEATH • 'tis a melancholy day JL9 To those who have no God- When the poor soul is forc'd away, To seek her last abode. 206 DEATH. 324 Si In vain to heav'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 driv'n from earth, and dwell A long forever there ! 4 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, Lojrd, for thy right hand, Then come, the joyful day ; Come death, and some celestial hand, To bear my soul away. HYMN" 324. S. M, 1 A ND am I born to die ? J$L To lay this body down ? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world 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, 1 may with joy appear. 5 Thou art thyself the way, Thyself to me reveal, So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to thy will. 207 f 325-26 . DEATH. HYMJf 325. G: M— Watts. J rff^HEE we adore, eternal name ! JL And humbly own to thee, How 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, wher'er we be, We're trav'Iing to the grave. 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 ! on what a slender 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 ! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road : And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. HYMN 326. S. M.-Watts. • 1 A ND must this body die? jc5L This mortal frame decay ? And must these active limbs of mine, Lie mould'ring in the clay ? 2 Corruption, earth and worms, Shall but refine my flesh, 208 DEATH. 327 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 pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of thase our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise, With our immortal tongues. HYMN 327. L M. 1 £«OON will this mortal life be o'er, J^ 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'll 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 escape his vengeful rod, How'er so moral here I be. 4 Away then all self right'ousness. My soul from nature's sleep arise. Be justified by faith through grace, And claim a mansion in the skies. 209 O 328-29 DEATH. 5 Perfection's heigtyt may I ascend, And feel my soul dissolv'd in love, That when my days below shall end, Angels shall waft my soul above. HYMN 328. S M.— Elliott. Prepare to meet thy Ood. Amos iv. 12. 1 IFfrREPARE me gracious God, Ml 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'rejgn love make knowp, 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. HYMN 329. L. M. 1 ISHRTHAT scenes of horror and of dread wW Await the sinner's dying bed! Death's terrors all appear in sight, Pressages 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. 210 DEATH. 330-31 HYMN 330. L- M.~ Watts. 1 "WTK7"HY should we start and fear to die ! ▼ ▼ What tiin'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 0! 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 331. C M.— Watts. 1 WW ARK I from the tombs a doleful sound, HH. 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 tow'rs ; The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom 1 And are we still secure ? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more ? 4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly ; Then when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. 211 332-33 DEATH. HYMN 332. C. M. —Watts. 1 "^HTKTHY do we mourn departed friends, vv Or shake a* 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 the 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. C. M.-Steele. Death of a young -person. 1 ■MTETHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away WW By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, Oh ! may this truth imprest With awful power, I 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'ei the grave. 212 JUDGMENT. 334-35 HYMN 334. C. M. On the death of a child. 1 %»TAKE up my muse, condole the loss WW Of those that mourn this day ; Let tears run down on ev'ry face, And ev'ry mourner pray. 2 The tyrant death came rushing in, And thus his pow'r did show ; Out of this world this child did take, And laid its visage low. 3 No more the pleasant child is seen, To please the 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, -O 1 - at his presence fall. ~~$®. JUDGMENT. HYMN 335. C. M. 1 A ND must I be to judgment brought, _/jL And answer in that day, For ev'ry vain and idle thought And ev'ry word I say ? 213 336-37 JUDGMENT. 2 Yes, ev'ry secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known. And 1 receive my just desett, For all that I have done. 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 bestow ? So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou "standest at the door," O ! let me feel thee near ; And make my peace with God, before I at thy bar appear. HYMI336.L.M. 1 "H^EFORE the great Jehovah's bar JQ> 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 right'ous doom Of wrath or endless joys to come, And each receive his just reward Of bliss or vengeance from the Lord. HYMN 337. - HEA7EST. HYMN 342. C. ML— Mason 1 \J£T HAT have J in this barren land? v v When Jesus is not here. My soul it ne'er is blest, until My Jesus doth appear. 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 Lord, 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. 218 HEAVEN. 343-44 HYMN 343. C M 1 JERUSALEM ! my happy borne, *3 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! Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens, My study long have been ; Such sparkling light, by human sight, Has never yet been seen. 4 If heav'n be thus, O ! glor'ous Lord, Why should I stay from thence ! What folly 'tis that I should dread To die and go from hence. HYMN" 344. CM.— Stennett. 1 dTfcN Jordan*s stormy banks I stand, %JT 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 arrayM in living green, 1 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. 4 All o'er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God, the Son, forever reigns, And scatters night away 5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore ; 219 345 HEAVEN. 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 sou? Would here no longer stay; Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. HYMN 345. C. M. ESUS, my Lord, to glory"s gone, Him will I go and see ; And all my brethren here below, Will soon come after me. 'J 2 My friends, I bid you all adieu, I 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 blest days are o'er. 5 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. — f And then as many years should pass, 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, 220 HEAVEN. 346 Then all these numbers doubled o'er Can't meet eternity. 8 Eternity will still remain, 'Twill be eternity ; The song to Christ who once was slain Will last eternally. HYMN 346. C. M. —Watts. 1 rjnHERE is a land of pure delight, A Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain-. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never with'ring flow'rs ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides That heav'nly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand drest in living green, So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea, And linger shiv'ring on the brink And fear to launch away. 5 O.' could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes ! 6 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. 221 347-48 PARTING AND DISMISSION. FARTING AND DISMISSION. HYMN" 347, M. 7's.— Newton. 1 TSTlOR a season call'd to part, j£j Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart 1 Of our ever present friend. 2 Jesus hear our humble pray'r ! Tender shepherd of thy sheep ! Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 3 In thy strength may we he 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, Ebenezer's shall be rear'd, And our souls shall praise the Lord, Who our poor petitions heard. HYMN 348* C. M. 1 jnBEHOLD that great and awful day MS Of parting soon will come, When sinners must be hurl'd away, And Christians gather'd home. 2 Perhaps the parent sees the child Sink down to endless flames, With shrieks and howls and bitter cries, Never to rise again. 3 "O father! see my blazing hands, Mother .' behold your child : Against you now a witness stands, Amidst the flames confin'd !" 222 dismission. 349 4 The child perhaps the parents view Go headlong down to hell : Gone with the rest 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 ! perhaps the wife may see The man she once did love. Sink down to endless misery, "Whilst she is crown'd above. HYMN349.PM. 1 ^n&** ! tnere W *H De mourning, ^Jr Mourning, mourning, mourning. OH! there will be mourning, At the judgment seat of Christ. Wives and Husbands there will part, Wives and Husbands there will part, Wives and Husbands there will part, May part to meet no more. 2 O ! there will be, &c. Parents and children there will part, Parents, &c. 3 Oh ! there will be, &c. Brothers and sisters there will -part. Brothers, &c. 4 Oh! there will be, &c. Pastors and people there will part. Pastors, &c. 5 Oh ! there will be, &c. Saints and sinners there will part. Saints, &c. C Oh ! there will be, &c. Sinners and devils there will meet, Sinners, &c. 223 350 PARTING AND 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 "W^AREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone JHj I have no home or stay with you ; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world do view. CHORUS.— Farewell, 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, dj-c. 3 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along, Nor waits for mortals, care or bliss, I leave you here and travel on, Till I arrive where Jesus is. Farewell, $c. 4 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love, Yet we believe his gracious word, That soon we all shall meet above, Farewell, $c. 5 Farewell old soldiers of the cross, You've struggled long and hard for heav'n. You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown shall soon be giv'n. Farewell, ftc. 6 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God, Sure conflicts yet await for you : Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road, Till Canaan's happy land you view. Fight on, fight on, fight on, The crown shall soon be giv'n. 224 DISMISSION. 351 7 Farewell, poor careless sinners too, Tt grieves my heart to leave you here ; Eternal vengeance waits for you, O turn, and find salvation near. O turn, O turn, O turn, And find salvation near. HYMN 351. 1 J M. 7s&6s. J ^~iOME all ye weary trav'Iers, ^J And let us join to sing The everlasting praises Of Jesus Christ, our king ; In faith, and hope, and patience, We now are going on, / The pleasant way to Canaan, Where Jesus Christ is gone. 2 The pleasant fruits of Canaan 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 That 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 flow. •225 P 352-53 PRAYER AND 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 happy world above ; With everlasting praises \ To sing redeeming love. HYMN 352. C M. 1 " , K7'E pilgrims that are wand'ring home, JL The followers of the Lamb, Sweeter to me than honey comb In Christ's despised name. l Z 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. HYMN 353. C. M. OW pilgrims let us go in peace, While thro' this world we rove^; Till all these parting moments cease, And we shall meet above. 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. 226 'N dismission. 354-56 4 Soon we shall reach the heavenly land, And tread the peaceful shore, And there unite the glorious band, Our Jesus to adore. HYMN 354. C. M. 1 "W" ORD, when together here we meet, JLi And taste thy heavenly grace. Thy 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 ev'ry soul remain. 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, Till we around thy glorious throne Shall joyous meet above. HYMN 355. L. M.— White. 1 #^10ME, Christian brethren ere we part a ^J Join ev'ry voice and ev'ry heart, One solemn hymn to God to raise, One final song of grateful praise. 2 Christians, we here may meet no more, But there ij^yet a happy shore ; And there, releas'd from toil and pain, Dear brethren we shall meet again. HYMN 356. CM. / « THRO' Christ when we together came 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. 227 357-59 PARTING, 8CC. 3 Present in spirit still we are, And intimately nigh ; While on the wings of faith and pray'r ' We Abba, Father ! cry. HYMN 357. P. M. 8 s.~ Hart. 1 ^rW^IS God, the great God, we adore, JL Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as large as his pow*r, And neither knows measure nor end. 2 '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 358. L. M— Hart. 1 fklSMISS us with thy blessing Lord, M.Jf Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss forgive. And let thy truth within us live. 2 Lord bid us now, "depart in peace"— "Watch unto prayer," and never cease : And when our days on earth are o'er, Then land us safe on Canaan's shore. HYMN 359. P- M. 8,7,8,7,4,7. 1 TTESUS, grant us all a blessing, *9 Send it down, Lord, from above ; 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 ns humble, make us holy, Cleanse us all from ev'ry sin. Farewell, $c. 228 MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 360-61 3 May thy presence, Lord, go with us, To each one's respective home ; And the blessing of our Jesus Rest upon us ev'ry one. Farewell, #c. HYMIV 360. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4,7. 1 TT ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, JLi Fill our hearts 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 asway ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever, Reign with Christ in endless day. 4W MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. HYMIV 361. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4,7 1 £\ I THOU God of my salvation, \J My Redeemer from all sin ; Mov'd to this by great compassion, Yearning bowels from within : I will praise thee ; Where shall I thy praise begin. 2 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 I 229 362 MISCELLANEOUS 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, to me it flows. 4 Though unseen I love the Saviour ; He almighty grace has shown ; Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favor I This he makes to mortals known, Give him glory ; • Glory, glory is his own. 5 Angels now are hov'ring round ua, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us : Glad to join the holy fong. Hallelujah ! Love and praise to Christ belong. HYMN 362. P. M. 7 s & 6 s. 1 £ous dress- 6 Lo! he feeds on living bread. Drinks the fountain from above, Leans on Jesus 1 breast his head ; Feasts forever on his love. 7 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. 10 s & 8 a. 1 ^KJKTIIAThappy children who follow Jesus, Ww Into the house of pray'r and praise, And join in union, while love increases, Rcsolv'd this way to spend our days. 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 burn'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. 248 HYMN 383. P. M. 4 lines, 11 s.—E. Remember LoVs Wife. Luke xvii. 32. 1 ^K7"E careless professors, who rest on your lees, JL Amidst your vain pleasures, your profit and [ease, Now God says, "Arise and escape for your life, "And look not behind you.-Reinember 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 deceive you : "escape for your life. "And look not behind you, Remember Lot's Wife." 4 How many poor souls has the serpent beguil'd, With specious temptations how many defil'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." 6 But if you determine the caR to refuse, And venture the way of destruction to choose : For hell, you must part with the blessings of life, And then, if not now, you'll Remember Lot's Wife. HYMN 384. P- M. 8,8,8,8,8,4. 1 "MjJARK ! how the gospel trumpet sounds, JLJL 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 I Be thou by all thy works ador'd, 249 385 MISCELLANEOUS 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'ring souls, fight on, And when the conquest you have won, Then 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 sing of his redeeming love, When rolling years shall cease to move, And this shall be our theme above In endless day. HYMI 385. P. M. 10,10,11,11.— N The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 1 nfl^HO' troubles assail, and dangers affright, JL THO' friends should all fall, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide. The scripture assures us, "The Lord will provide." 2 The birds, without barn, or store-house are fed; From them let us learn, to trust for 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 ships, by the tempest be toss'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 Abrah'm of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold J For tho' we are strangers, we have a sure guide, And trust in all dangers, "The Lord will provide.'* 5 When Satan appears to stop our path, And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith; 250 HYMNS. 386 He cannot take from us, tho' oft he has try'd, This heart-cheering promise. The Lord will provide. J He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain. The good that we seek, we ne'er shall obtain ; But when such suggestions our graces have try'd, 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 great 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 shouting, "The Lord will provide." HYMN 386. P. M. 10,11,10,11. 1 91WffI^ scenes of confusion and creature com- ITm. Tplaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. CHORUS. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. • l Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee, in glory at home. i 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 foamy All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home. 1 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- What'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace, The spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face-; 251 o87 MISCELLANEOUS Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne, And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 6 I long, dearest 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. HYMN 387. P- M. 6,6,6,4,6,6,6,6,6, 1 IT'LL go attempting pray'r, JL For my soul, for my soul, I'll go attempting pray'r, For my soul; I'M go 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 soul. 2 Have mercy. Lord, on me, On my soul, on my soul, :||: Have mercy, Lord on me, And bring me near to see What need I have of thee, For my soul, for my soul. ;||: 3 When I was sinking down With my soul, with my soul, :$, When I was sinking down Beneath God's right'ous frown, Christ lay aside his crown, For my soul, for my soul. :||: 4 What wond'rous love is this, O! my "soil 1'! O! my soul! :|j. What wond'rous iove is this That caus'd the Lord of bliss To send his precious peace To my soul, to my soul. :||: 5 Ye winged seraphs fly, Bear the news, bear the news; ;|j Ye winged seraphs fly Like comets through the sky. 252 HYMNS. 388 Fill vast eternity With the news, with the news. :fl: Ye friends of Zion's King, Join his praise, join his praise ; :||: Ye friends of Zion's King With hearts and voices sing. And strike each tuneful string In his praise, in his praise. :|f: HYMN 388, P. Mf'5,5,ll. OTELL me no more, Of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er j A country I've found, Where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 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. No mortal doth know, What he can bestow. What light, strength and comfort— go after him, go. Lo, onward 1 move To a country above ; • None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. Great spoils I shall win, From death, hell and sin, 'Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within I And when I'm to die, Receive me, 111 cry, For Jesus has lov'd me I cannot tell why. But this 1 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&face 2*3 389 ■ MISCELLANEOUS HYM1V 389. P. M. 7 s & 6 s. 1 "M^BISE 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 shameful tree, To procure thy pardon — Rose triumphant from the grave, Lives thy great Redeemer, Strong and powerful to save, Ev'ry true believer. 3 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, Let thy faith embrace the Lord, All his goodness knowing. 4 He thy burden shall remove, Speak thy sins forgiven, Crown thee with his peace and love, Turn thy hell to heav'n ; Guide thee by his counsel here, Still thy strength renewing, Save from ev'ry anxious care All thy foes subduing. 5 And when earth with all its strife Thou in peace art leaving ; When the dearest, chords of life Death's strong hand is reaving, Thou,. my soul shall mount on high, Gain thy Wav'nly treasure, Live with God, no more to die, In those realms of pleasure. 254 HYMNS. 390 HYMN 390. P- M. 8 lines 8 s. I "ITITHAT think you of Christ ? is the test TV 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, I Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most ; Sure, these have no feelings like me, Nor know themseives 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 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 : If doings prove rather too light, (A little, they own, they may fall,) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting his name in the scale. : Some style him the pearl of great price, And sny he's the fountain of joys ; Yet feed upon folly and vice, And cleave to trie world and its toys ; Like Judas the Saviour they kiss, And while they salute him, betray ; Ah! what will profession like this Avail in his terrible day? If ask'd what of Jesus I think ? . Though still my best thoughts are but poor, I say, he's my meat and my diink, My life, and my strength, and my store, My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend, My Saviour from sin and from thrall ; My hope from beginning to end, My portion, my Lord, and my All. 255 391-92 ""' MISCELLANEOUS H YMIV 391. L M 1 rj^HERE is a schoqLon earth begun, M. Instructed by The Holy One ; He calls his pupils there, to prove The sweetness of redeeming love. 2 The school book is the Scripture, true ; The lessons are forever new ; In this the pupils are agreed, It is a blessed school indeed. 3 'Tis here the blind may learn to see ; Then come, 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. 5 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 our heart. HYMN 392. L M. 1 TTTT ARK ! don't you hear the Turtle Dove, jLJL The tokens of redeeming love ? From hill to hill we hear the sound, The neighboring valleys echo round ! Oh Zion ! hear the Turtle DoVe, The tokens of redeeming love: They're come the barren land to cheer, And welcome in the jubile year. 2 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 ; On Zion's mount the watchmen cry, The resurrection's drawing nigh; Behold the nations from abroad Are flocking to the mount of God. 256 HYMNS. 39' 3 The trumpet sounds both far and nigh, "Oh sinners, turn • why will you die ?" How can you stand the gospel charms? Enlist with Christ, gird on your arms : These are the days that were foretold In ancient times by prophets old ; They long'd to see this glorious light, But all have died without the sight. 4 The latter days have now come on, And fugitives are flocking home ; Behold them crowd the gospel road, All pressing for the mount of God. Oh yes, and I will join the band- Now here's my heart, and here's my hand ; With Satan's bands no more I'll be, But fight for Christ and lib-arty. 5 His banner soon shall be unfurl'd, And he will come to judge the world; On Zion's mountain we will stand, Surrounded by fair Canaan's land, The sun and moon shall darken'd be, The flames consume the land and sea ; When worlds on worlds together blaze We'll shout and loud hosannas raise. HYMN 393. L- M. Camp Meeting Hymn. 1 g^i AMP-MEETINGS with thy presence crown, H_^ And show'r, O Lord, thy blessings down i Fill ev'ry heart with holy zeal, And all thy right'ousness reveal. 2 O'er all our hosts do thou preside, And all our various movements guide; The praying companies attend. And show 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. 25f R 394r9$ MISCELLANEOUS 4 May pray'r and praise united rise Like holy incense to the skies : ' In all the camp display thy pow'r ! May souls be born each day and hour. HYMN394.L-M. 1 TTJE dies ! the friend of sinners dies I M.M- Lo .' Salem's daughters weep around I A solemn 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. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men : But O ! 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 1" ) Then ask the monster "Where's thy sting ?" "And Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?*• HYMJT 395. P- M. 8,8,6,8,8,6. *s On Baptism. ALEM'S bright King, Jesus by name, In ancient time to Jordan came, All right'ousness to fill ; Twas here the ancient baptist stood, 258 HYMNS. 395 Whose name was John, a man of God, To do his master's will. 2 The holy Jesus did demand His right to be baptized then, . The baptist gave consent, On Jordan's banks they did prepare, The baptist and his Master dear, Then down the bank they went. 3 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream The baptist led the Holy Lamb, And there did him baptize ; Jehovah saw his darling Son, And was well pleas'd with what he'd done, And own'd him from the skies. 4 The opening heav'n anon complies, The Holy Ghost then quickly flies, Down from the courts above ; And on the body, heavenly Lamb, The Spirit lights and does remain, In shape like a fair doye. 5 "This is my son," Jehovah cries, The echoing voice from glory flies, O ! children hear ye him ; tHark! 'tis his voice, behold he cries, Repent, believe, and be baptised, And wash away your sin. 6 Come children, come, his voice obey, Salem's bright King has mark'd the way, And has a crown prepar'd ; O! then arise and give consent, Walk in the way that Jesus went, And have a great reward. 7 Believing children, gather round, And let your joyful songs abound, With cheerful heart arise ; See here is water, here is room, A loving Saviour calling come, Ye converts be baptised ! 8 Behold his servant waiting stands, With willing heart and ready hands, 259 396-97 MISCELLANEOUS To wait upon the bride ; Ye candidates your hearts prepare, And let us join in solemn prayer, Down by the water side. HYMJf 396. L M. Philip and the Eunuch. Acts viii, 36. 1 p"B^HE sacred page proclaims abroad JL The glories of the sovereign God, Whose providence and grace unite To bring his great decrees to light. 2 From Ethiopia's sun-burnt plains. Where sultry summer ceaseless reigns, An Eunuch chief, of wealth and fame, To worship in the temple came. 3 Returning home the thoughtful sage Perus'd the deep prophetic page ; Of Jesus read, as on he went, But doubted whom the Prophet meant. 4 By heaven's command, that moment came Philip, a follow'r of the Lamb : Him the enquiring prince receiv'd, And all the words he spake, believ'd. 5 Then of his duty well appris'd The Eunuch wish'd to be baptiz'd : A silver stream ran full in sight. He asks, and soon receives the rite. 6 He journeys on without delay, In Christ rejoicing all the way, And tells the Ethiopian race The wonders of redeeming grace. HYMN 397. L M. On washing feet. John xiii. 2^17. HEN Jesus Christ was here below He taught his people what to do; 260 W HYMNS. And if we would his precepts keep, We must descend to washing feet. 2 For on that night he was betray'd, He for us all a pattern laid ; Soon as his supper he did eat, He rose and washed his brethren's feet. 3 The Lord who made the earth and sky, Arose and laid his garments by ; And wash"d their feet, to show that we Should always kind and humble be.. 4 He wash'd them all to make them clean But Judas still was full of sin ; May none of us. like Judas, sell The Lord for gold, and go to hell. 5 Peter said "Lord, it shall not be, "Thou shalt not stoop to washing me." O that no christian here may say I'm too unworthy to obey. 6 "You call me Lord, and Master too, "Then do as I have done to you : "All my commands and councils keep, "And show your love, by washing feet * 7 "Ye shall be happy if ye know "And do these things, by faith, below ; "And I'll protect you till you die, "And then remove you up on high. HYMN 398. L M. For the Lord's Supper. 1 JfJElWAS on that dark, that doleful night, JL When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and blest, and brake, What love thro' all his actions ran, What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 261 399 MISCELLANEOUS 3 "This is my body, broke for sin, "Receive and eat the living food ;" Then took the cup and blest the wine, "Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 For us his flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn, When, for black crimes of largest size, He gave himself a sacrifice. 5 "Do this," he cry'd, "till time shall end, "In mem'ry of your dying friend, "Meet at my table and record, "The Love of your departed Lord." 6 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We show thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return and we shall eat, The marriage supper of the Lamb. HYMN 399. P. M. 8,8,11,9.' The mountain Calvary. 1 ^~iOME, O my heart, and let us take \j An ev'ning walk becoming thee ; And whither dost thou choose, we shall take our To Calvary or Gethsemane ? [course, 2 Oh! Calv'ry is a mountain high, And quite too great a task for me ; And an ev'ning's repose, I would rather choose, Than Calvary 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 Whatl leave my comp'ny all behind, In youthful bloom to go with the.e ? There's time enough yet, and th' journey's not so I can soon climb th' mountain Calvary, [great. 5 Your gay companions will not do. Poor blinded soul couldst thou but see, If e'er thou wouldst stand, on Canaan's happy land, Thou must first climb th' mountain Calvary. 262 HYMNS. 400 fl i now would rather live at ease, And go some other time with th?e ; When blooming youth is gone, 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 youthful days are gone, and old age comes oil 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 refus'd to climb up Calvary. 9 Alas ! I know not what to do, A dread alarm hath seized me ; In sin I've gone on, till I fear I'm undone, How now can I climb up Calvary. 10 O ! 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. HYMN 400. P. M. 5,6,5,6. Christ inviting sinners to the cross. 1 'mATILL you come to th' cross V ▼ I have died on for you, To save you from death, That is justly your due. CHORUS. Ah ! will you, will you, will you, will yo'i. Come to the cross. Ah ! will you, &c— 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, &c— Kneel at ray feet. 263 401 MISCELLANEOUS 3 'Tiath' Saviour that calls, 'Tis your God that implores, Ye sinners to turn And be sinners no more. Ah ! will you, will you, win you, will yo% Turn and be free. Ah ! will you, &c. — Turn 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, wilr you, wiH you, will yen* 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 you're children of day. Ah? will you, will you, will you, will. yoi& Do what- 1 say. Ah I will you, &c. — Do what I say. 6 Then when you are done With the sorrows of time, You shall reign with your Saviour in happi'r climes. Ah ! will you,, will you, will you, will yo% Reign with me there. Ah! will you, &c— Reign witferae there. l T HYMN 401. s: M.-J. w. On the meeting of friends. HE Lord our help has been; Our lives he hath prolong'd; Giv'n us on earth to meet againv With nothing tost or wrong'cs. 2 O ! for tins love and grace Let ev'ry heart now raise, 264 HYMNS. 402-3 With sweet accord, each ransom'd pow'r, To celebrate his praise. 3 Whilst earth is our abode— Our God we will idore ; And when we get to Zion's hill, We'll praise him evermore. HYMN 402. C. M.— J. W. Dedication of a Meeting-house. 1 mHIS new built Bethel now is done, JL And here we've met to-day. To dedicate this house to God- To preach, to sing and pray. 2 Here may the pray'r of faith 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; Prom sin and hell redemption find, By faith in Jesus' blood. 4 "Within these walls let holy 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. 7 s. Privileges of Adoption. 1 "|3LESSED are the sons of God, fj They are bought with Jesus bloo4 They are ransom'd from the grave — Life eternal they shall have; With them number'd may we he, Here, and in eternity. 265 404 MISCELLANEOUS 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, Here, and in eternity. w HYMN 404. L M. Crucifixion to the world. HEN I survey the wond'rous cross On which the prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down 1 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4 Were the wide realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my 60ul, my life, my all. 266 H HYMNS. 405-6 HYMN 405. P. M.7s. Christ's Resurrection. ARK ! the herald anyels say, Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day 1 Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly. J Love's redeeming work is done ; I Fought the fight, the battle won: ; Lo ! the Sun's eclipse is o'er; ! Lo! he sets in blood no more. } 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?' I 'Hail, thou great almighty Lord, 'Hail, thou blest incarnate Word; 'Hail, thou suff ring son of God, 'Take the trophies of thy blood.' HYMN 406. L M. Praise frovi all the Earth. II g^ROM all who dwell below the skies, ! Jt; Let the Creator's praise arise ; i Let the Redeemer's name be sung i Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. I 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 all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heav'nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 267 40f-8 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN 407. C. M.-Taylqr. For sundry occasions. 1 ^iOME, let us now forget our mirth, ^J And think Jbat we must die ; What are our best delights 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. 3 Here 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 call, 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. HYMN 408. L. M. 1 "^K7"HEN Jesus first at heave"n'g command, ▼ Y Arose and left his father's throne Redeeming work to do he came, And guardian angels knew the same, CHOR. Oo die my son, my son go suffer pain, And then return to me again. 8 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, Oo die my son, my son go suffer pain, And then return to me again. 268 HYMNS. 409-10 3 Arise my son, once more obey— Go, angels roll the stone away. My son is coming back again, And shall with ine forever reign. Now reign thou great Redeemer, reign on high, In glory, pow'r and majesty. HYMN 409. C. M.-J. W. A Revival Hymn. 1 £ Jehovah rules the tide — And the waters he'U divide, And the ransom'd host shall shout, we are come C Then friends shall meet again, who have lov'd i Our embraces shall be sweet, At th' dear Redeemer's feet ; When we meet to part no more, who have lov'd 7 Then with all the happy throng, we'll rejoice, Shouting praises to pur king, Till the vaults of heaven ring ; ^And through all eternity, we'll rejoice. HYMN 411. L M. 1 f^i O preach my Gospel, saith the Lord, %Jf Bid the whole world my grace receive; He shall be sav'd that trusts my word ; He shall be damn'd that won't believe. 21*11 make your great commission known, And you shall prove my Gospel true, By all the works that I have done, By all the wonders ye shall do, 3 Teach all the nations my commands ; I'm with you till the world shall end, All pow'r is trusted in my hands, I can destroy, and I defend." HYMN 412. CM. The Gospel, or birth of Christ. 1 "WWTHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by ▼ ▼ All seated on the ground, fnigh 270 HYMNS. 41,' The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. § "Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind,) "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you in David's town this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign ; 1 "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 address'd their song ; 5 "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." HYMtf 413. P- M. 8,7,8,7,4,7. 1 fjAIL, all hail ! bless'd Sabbath morning, JUL Prelude to eternal rest; Heav'n descends to crown thy mem'ry ; Millions rise to call the blest ; Hallelujah 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 ; 271 414 MISCELLANEOUS 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 crucifl'd : Lift the banner— blow the trumpet, Tell the nations, Jesus died 1 Hallelujah, Jesus' word is glorifi'd. 5 Hail, all hail ! my dear companions, Trav'lers to the land of peace ; Love divine, cements our union, Fits us for our bless'd release : Happy signal, tOeath our union shall increase. 6 Then we'll hail the upper Zion, Sabbaths there shall never end : O how sweet to sing forever — Gazing on the sinners Friend I Hallelujah, iSlory be to God— amen. HYMN 414. P. M. 4 lines, 8 s. 1 ITS EAR th e royal proclamation, II. The glad tidings of salvation ; Published to ev'ry creature, To the ruin'd sons of nature. Jesus reigns, he reigns Victorians, Over heaven and earth most glorious, Jesus reigns. 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; 272 HYMNS. 414 Here is life and free salvation OfTer'd to the whole creation, Jesus reigns, dj-c. 4 'Twas for you that Jesus died, For you be was crucified ; Conquer'd death and rose to heaven Life eternal through him's given. Jesus reigns, S(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, S(C 6 Here is wine, and milk, and honey, Come and purchase without money ; Mercy, likea flowing fountain, Streaming from the holy mountain. Jesus reigns, S(C. 7 For this love let 'rocks and mountains, Purling streams and chrystal fountains; Roaring thunders, lightning blazes, Shout the great Messiah's praises, Jesus reigns, 8(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, ^-c. 9 Now our souls have caught new fire, Brethren raise your voices higher ; Shout with joyful acclamation, To the prince of our salvation. » Jesus reigns, SfC 10 Shout ye saints make joyful mention, Christ has purchased our redemption ; Angels shout the joyful story, Through the brighter worlds of glory. Jesus reigns, %c. 273 S 415 MISCELLANEOUS HYM1V 415. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4,7 Day of Judgment. 1 TTT|AY of judgment, day of wonders I JU Hark! the trumpet's awful sound Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round J How the summons Will the sinner's heart confound! 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Cloth'd in majesty divine ! You who long for his appearing, Then shall say, "This God is mine: "Gracious Saviour, "Own me in that day for thine !" 3 At his call the dead awaken. Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powr's of nature, shaken By his looks prepare to flee : Careless sinner, What will then become of thee ? 4 Horrors past imagination, Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, "Hence accursed wretch depart! "Thou with Satan "And his angels, have thy part !" 5 But to those who have confessed, Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below. He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, "See the kingdom I bestow : "You forever "Shall my love and glory know." 6 Under sorrow and reproaches, May this thought our courage raise I Swiftly God's great day approaches. Sighs shall then, be ehang'd to praise j May we triumph When the world is in a blaze. 274 HYMNS. 416-17 HYMN 416. S M. The gospel ministry. 1 "JJOW beaut'ous are their feet, M.M. Who stand on Zion's hill ; Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal ! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are ; "Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, "He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found I 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light ; Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songa, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare the arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviourand their God. HYMN 417. S. M. 1 TJESIDE the gospel pool, Jl9 Appointed for the poor, From year to year a sinful soul Had waited for a cure. 2 The voice of one unknown, Advancing where he lay. Bespoke him in a gentle tone, And thus it seem'd to say : 275 418 MISCELLANEOUS 3 "Poor, sinful, dying soul. Why lingei here and die ? Only consent to be made whole, You need no longer lie ! 4 "The Saviour passing by, Well knows your sinking state, And while the Saviour is so nigh, The sinner need not wait." 5 That voice dispell'd the charm, His fatal slumbers broke ; He saw his sins with fresh alarm, And fear'd the vengeful stroke. 6 Unable to endure, He call'd for aid divine — The great Physician wrought the cure ; That guilty soul was mine. HYMN 418. P. .M. 6,6,6,6,8,8. Types of Christ. 1 "JTSRAEL, in ancient days, J| Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the gospel too : The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw the Saviour's face. 2 The paschal sacrifice, And blood- besprinkled door, Seen with enlighten'd eyes, And once applied with pow'r, Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God. 3 The lamb, the dove, set forth His perfect innocence, Whose blood of matchless worth Should be the soul's defence ; For he, who can for sin atone, Must have no failings of his own 4 The scape-goat on his head, The people's trespass bore, 276 HYMNS. 419 And to the desert led, Was to be seen no more : In him our surety seem'd to say, "Behold I bear your sins away." 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 enlarg'd, And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 6 Jesus, I love to trace, Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace, The same in ev'ry age ! O ! grant that I may faithful be To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me. HOT 419. C. M. Brazen serpent. 1 "%/ST HEN Israel's sons, a murm'ring race, W V Despis'd their heav'nly bread, God bade his fiery serpents fly, To strike the rebels dead. 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 O ! what looks, 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. 277 420-21 MISCELLANEOUS 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 "BJ|"ASTE]V, O 1 sinner to be wise, MM. And stay not for the morrow's sun ; The longer wisdom 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, O! sinner, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn, Before the needful work is done. i " 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. 6,6,6,6,8,8. Rejoice in the Lord always. EJOICE, the Lord is King, R Your God and King adore ; Mortals give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 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 aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 278 HYMNS. 422 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'h : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice. 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 422. C. M. Providences reviewed. 1 'mjKTHEN all thy mercies, O ! my God, W v My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. S Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redress'd ; When silent in the womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. 3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe. And led me up to man. 4 Thro' ev'ry period of my life, Thy goodness I'll adore ; And, after death, in distant worlds Thy mercy still explore. 5 Thro' all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise : But, O! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. -279 423-24 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN 423. C. M. Prospect of the resurrection. |HRO' sorrow's night and danger's path, i rwv 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 solitude, 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(ROIVI ev'ry stormy wind that blows— _Hj 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 ; A place, than all besides more sweet, It is the blood- bought mercy-seat. 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, — Where friend holds fellowship with friend J Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy-seat. 280 HYMNS. 425 4 Ah i whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desojate, dismay'd ? Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suft'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-seat. 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. LM. The striving of the Spirit. 1 C< AY, sinner, hath a voice within ►^ 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 Ha\,h 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 light ; 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 Jove to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 6 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 the®. 28i 426 MISCELLANEOUS HYMJV 426. P. M. 12 s. The voice of Free grace. 1 fW^HE voice of free grace cries, escape to tha JBL [mountain, For all that believe, Christ has open'd a fountain ; For sin, and uncleanness, and every transgression. His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvatiuo f CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased our pardon I We' Upraise him again, when we 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 inonn [tain His blood can remove them, it streams from tms [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 ove r all, and his kingdom is glorious ; To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation. And triumph, ascriuing 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; We'll range the sweet plains, on the banks of the And then sing salvation for ever and ever, [river HYMN 427. L. M. Distinguishing grace acknowledged. 1 "■" HEAR a voice that comes from far : M. From Calvary it sounds abroad ; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear, It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 2 And it is true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; 282 HYMNS. 428 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, I 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. 5 But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, 'Tis due to sov'reign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes. HYMN 428. P. M. 8 lines, 8 s. Death of a sister. 1 tPTTVS finish'd ! the conflict is past, i The heaven born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplish'd 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. I No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now ; For death to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below. Her soul has now taken her flight To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, And dwell in the kingdom of love. 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. 283 429-30 MISCELLANEOUS Then let us forbear to complain, That she has now gone from our sights We soon shall behold her again, With new and redoubled delight. HYMN 429. P. M. The dying Christian speaking to his soul. ITAL spark of heav'nly flame ! V Q,uit, O ! quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; Oh ! the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark! they whisper— angels say, "Sister spirit, come away !" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath, Tell me, my soul— can this be death? 3 The world recedes!— it disappears!-— Heav'n opens on my eyes !— my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave ! where is thy victory ? O death ! where is thy sting ? HYMN 430, P. M. 11 s 6c 10 s. Invitation to the Mercy-seat. 1 ^ Yet Mary stood a weeping ; ^_ And said to John and Peter ; I winder where they've laid him. 295 446 MISCELLANEOUS 6 Then Jesus spoke to Mary ; She answered Rabboni ; He said, O • do not touch me. 7 For I've not yet ascended ; But go and tell the brethren ; • I ascend to the Father. * 8 Go now and tell my foil* were; Indeed the Lord has risen ; In Galilee they'll see him. 9 The Lord has surely risen ; And has appear'd to Simon ; And also to th' eleven. 10 Christ show'd to his disciples ; i His hands where they nailed him ;^* And his side where they piere'd him. 11 Then Jesus came to Thomas ; Who still was unbelieving ; He cri'd 'My Lord and my God !' 12 Jesus said to his disciples ; Now, go and preach my Gospel ; To each and ev'ry creature. 13 He that in me believeth,* And also is baptized ; Shall verily be saved. 14 Then go and preach my Gospel ; To each and ev'ry nation ; And lo ! I'm always with y#u, HYMN 446. P. M. 8,7,8,7,4,7, On Baptism. 1 rHlO the flowing stream of Jordan. JL Lo! the King of gion came. There the ancient Baptist waited, To immerse the spotless Lamb-: They descended To the Saviour's watery tomb. 2 Thus baptiz'd, the great Redeemer Show'd the way his sajnts should jyead, 296 HYMNS. 447 And when rising from the water, God approv'd and blest the deed, And the Spirit Rested on his sacred head ! 3 Come, then, ye who love the Saviour, Fear not now to own vour Lord, . Joyful though the world snould scorn you, Follow Christ, obey his word. He'll defend you, Fear ye not to follow him ! 4 Hear the Saviour saying to you, From his glorious throne above, Ye who trust for me in pardon, By obedience snow your love : Be baptized. My example shows the way. 5 Lord, our hearts incline to follow In the way which Thou didst tread, We will turn from ev'ry other, While thy sacred word we read : O! Redeemer, Gladly now we'll follow thee ! 'T HYMN 447. C. M. The Bible. HE Bible is a blessed book, n love and mercy given ; A kind conducting angel sent To guide our souls to heaveB. 9. O Lord, be thou my better part, And let my Bible be A guardian angel to my heart, To lead my soul to thee. 3 Where'er I go, in joy or woe, Thy grace, Lord, let me prove. That I may still obey thy will, And thy commandments love. 297 * 448 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN 448. P. M. The midnight cry. Matt. xxv. 6. £. " , ty r E vrrgin souls, arise, JL With all the dead awake, Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take; Upstarting at the midnight cry, , Behold your heav'nly bridegroom nigh. 2 He comes, he comes, to call The nations to his bar, And take to glory all Who meet for glory are ; Make ready for your free reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go meet him in the sky, Your everlasting friend ; Your head to glorify, With all his saints ascend; Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, his face. Ye that have .here receiv'd The unction from above, And in his spirit liv'd, And thirsted for his love ; Jesus shall claim you for his bride ; Rejoice with all the sanctify'd. 5 Rejoice, in glorious. hope, Of that great day unknown, When you shall be caught up To stand before his throne ; Call'd to partake the marriage-feast, And lean on our lmmanuel's -breast. The everlasting doors Shall soon the saint receive, Above those angel-pow'rs Tn glorious joy to live ; Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. 298 HYMNS. 449-50 7 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound ; To see our Lord appear, May we be watching found ; With that bless'd wedding-robe endu'd,— The blood and right'ousness of God. HYM1V 449. C. M. 1 4~kH, that I had a bosom friend, %Jf To tell my secrets to ; On whose advice I might depend, In ev'ry thing I do. 2 How do I wander up and down. And no one pities me : am a stranger quite unknown, A son of misery. 3 Oh ! faithless soul to reason thus, And murmur without end; Did Christ expire upon the cross? And is he not my friend ? i Thy Saviour is thy real friend, Constant, and true, and good : He will be with thee to the end, And bring thee safe to God. S What then my soul hast thou to fear? Or why should'st thou repine? Look up, behold redemption's near; Rejoice, for heav'n is thine. } Why. O ! my soul, art thou so sad ? When will thy sighs be o'er? Rejoice in Jesus, and be glad. Rejoice for evermore. HYMN 450. P M. I flk THOU in whose presence %f My soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call : My comfort by day, 299 450 MISCELLANEOUS And my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all. 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide Resort wi A thy sheep, To feed on thfe 1 pastures of love? For why in the valley Of death should I weep, \ Or lone in- " he wilderness rove ? 3 O ! why Mould I wander An alien from thee, And cry in the desert for bread ? Thy foes will rejoice, When my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daughters of Zion, Declare have you seen, The star that on Israel shone ? Say if in your tents My beloved has been, And where with his flocks he is gone ? 5 This is my beloved, His form is divine, His vestments shed odours around ; The locks on his head Are as grapes on the vine, When autumn with pleasure is crown'd 6 His lips as a fountain Of righteousness flow, That waters the garden of grace : From which their salvation The Gentiles shall know, And bask in the smiles of his face. ? Such is my beloved In excellence bright, When pleas'd he looks down from above Like the morn when he breathes From the chambers of life, And comforts his people with love. 300 HYMNS. 451-52 HYMN 451» S. M.-Watts *■" ET sinners take their course, JLi And choose the road to death But in the worship of my God, I'll spend my daily breath. Til spend, $c. S My thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light ; I seek his blessing ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. And pay, ftc. 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God! While sinners perish in surprise Beneath thine angry rod. Beneath, $c. Because they dwell at ease, And no great danger feel. They neither fear nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. JVbr learn, $c. HYMN 452. P M. 1 ^iOME, thou almighty King, %^J Help us thy name to sing Help us to praise ! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of days. 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall ; Let thine Almighty aid Our sure defence be made ; Our souls on thee be stay'd Lord, hear our call. 301 453 MISCELLANEOUS 3 Come, thou incarnate word, Gird on thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend ; Come and thy people bless, And give thy word success : Spirit of holiness, On us descend ! 4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour ; Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart. Spirit of power ! 5 To the great One in Three Eternal praises be Hence— evermore ! His sovereign Majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. HYM1V453. S. M. 1 * H ! whither shall I go, ■**• Burden'd, and sick, and faint ? To whom shall I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint ? 2 My Saviour bids me come ; Ah, why do I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay. 3 What is it keeps me back . From which I cannot part ; Which will not let the Saviour take. Possession of my heart ? 4 Some cursed thing unknown, Must surely lurk within ; Some idol which I'll not disown, Some secret bosom sin. 5 My God, now search me through, My inmost heart now try ; 302 hymns. 454-55 O ! break my will, thy will to do, And save me, lest I die. HYMN 454. S. M.-J. W. 1 rf^kUR meeting here's but small, \£ Yet let's hot faint nor fear ; Because there are so few to-day. Who've met together here. 2 For if we meet in love ; Although we are hut few; We have the promise Jesus made* Which is both sure and true. 3 Where two or three are met, In my eternal name, There shall my saints most sweetly sit,— Whilst in their midst I am. 4 Then let us never faint, Nor breathe a murm'ring word ; ' But sit and sing— and kneel and pray, And serve our living Lord. HYMN 455. C. M. Will ye also go away ? John 6, 67. HEN any turn from Zion's way, *W Alas! what numbers do! Methinks I hear my Saviour say, "Wilt thou forsake me too?" 8 Ah ! Lord, with such a heart as mine. Unless thou hold me fast ; I feel I should, or might decline, And prove like them at last. , 3 What anguish has that question stirr'd. If I will also go? Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, I humbly answer, no I 4 To whom, or whither could I go, If I should turn from thee 1 303 456 MISCELLANEOUS Thou, hast the words of life, I know, And no one else, I see. $> Then give me grace to persevere, And bid my fears depart ; No love but thine can make me rest, And satisfy my heart. HYMN 456. P- M. 11, n, 11, ll The Bower of prayer. (port, injlO leave my dear friends, and my neighbours to JHL And go from my home, it affects not my heart* Like the thoughts of absenting myself for a day Prom that blessed retreat, where I've chosen to pray. 2 Sweet bow'r where the pine & the poplar has spread* And rear'd with its branches a roof o'er my head. How oft have I knelt on the ever-green there, And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in pray'r. 3 The early shrill notes of the lov'd Nightengale, That dwelt in my bower I've mark'd as my bell, To call me to duty while birds of the air. Sang anthems of praises, as I went to pray'r. 4 How sweet were the Zephyrs perfum'd by the pine \ The ivy. the balsam, the wild eglantine! But sweeter, O sweeter! Superlative fair, The joys there I've tasted in answer to pray'r. 5 There Jesus my Saviour t oft sought to meet, And get more religion in that bless'd retreat. And there oft he heard me and blessed me there. Inditing with heaven's own language my pray'?. 6 Dear bower I'll leave you and bid you adieu, And pay my devotions in parts that are new. Well knowing my Saviour resides ev'ry where. And can in all places give answer to pray'r. HYMN 457. The Dying Christian. 1 yfkWT HAT'S this that steals, that steals upon ▼ T Is it death, is it death? fmy frame! Which soon will quench, will quench this vital Is it death, is it death ? [frame J 304 HYMNS. 457 If this is death, I soon shall be From ev'ry pain and sorrow free— I shall the king of glory see ■ All is well, all is well. 2 Weep not my friends, my friends weep not for me { All is well, all is well. My sins are pardbn'd, pardon'd I am free ; All is well, all is well. There's not a cloud that doth arise. To hide my Saviour from my eyes: 1 soon shall mount the upper skies: All is well, all is well. 3 Tune, tune your harps, your harps ve saints in All is well, all is well. * [gloryj I will reherse, reherse the pleasing story, All is well, all is well. Bright angels are from glory come ; They're round my bed, and in my room ; They wait to waft my spirit home : All is well, all is well. 4 Hark, hark, my Lord, my Lord and master calif All is well, all is well. [m©, I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory; All is well, all is well. Farewell my friends — adieu, adieu, 1 can no longer stay with you , My glitt'ring crown appears in view: All is well, all is well. HYMX 457. M. 7s.-J. W. On Baptism. 1 TTJEOPLE of the living God, JL Walk the way that Jesus trod,— Down into the water go ; Be baptis'd, your faith to show. 2 Faith without good works is dead, As the Lord himself hath said ^ Therefore, rise, and be baptiz'd; Prove your faith, and put on Christ. [3 Thus Believers did of old, | As you have been often told ; 305 U 458 M1SCKLLANI0US And as you may plainly read, In the word— the Christian's creed. 4 Then come christians don't delay,— Follow Christ, his word obey ; Don't be rul'd by man's decree, When you thus, your duty see. 5 O! how good it is to tread, In the way the Saviour led; When he was baptiz'd by John, In the stream, of old Jordan. HYMN 458. C. M. 1 "WTE weary, heary laden souls, SL Who are oppressed sore, Ye trav'lers through this wilderness, To Canaan's peaceful shore ; Tho' chilling winds and beating rains, The waters deep and cold. And enemies surrounding you — Take courage and be bold. 2 Though storms and hurricanes arise, The desert all around, And fiery serpents oft appear, Through the enchanted ground ; Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fears, And dragons often roar, — But while the Gospel trump we hear, We'll press for Canaan's shore. 3 We're often like the lonesome dove, Who mourns her absent mate, From hill to hill, from vale to vale, Her sorrows to relate. But Canaan's land is just before, Sweet spring is corrmig on ; A few more beating winds and rains, And winter will be gone. 4 Sometimes, like mountains to the sky, Black Jordan's billows roar ; Which often make the pilgrims fear They never will get o'er. 306 HYMNS. 459 But when we gain mount Pisgah'3 top, And view the vernal plain ; To fright our souls, may Jordan roar, And hell may rage in vain. 3 By faith I now already see The borders of that land ! The trees of life, with heavenly fruit, In beauteous order stand. The wint'ry time will soon be gone, Sweet flowers will appear; The fiftieth year is rolling around, The great Sabatic year. 6 O what a glorious sight appears To my believing eyes ! Methinks I see Jerusalem, A city in -the skies ! that my faith were strong, to rise And bear my soul away ; Id shout salvation to the Lamb, In one eternal day. 8 Farewell my brethren in the Lord, Who are to Canaan bound ; And should we never meet again Till Jubal's trump shall sound, 1 hope that I shall meet you there, On that delightful shore, In oceans of eternal bliss, Where parting is no more. 1 Qi IN > ^5 On HYMN 459. SM. VNER! awake, to think what may be thy doom ; Awake and tremble, ere thou sink Below the silent tomb. 2 Sure there is nought on earth, Has half the Saviour's charms: And wilt thou then, with scornful mirth Repel him from thy arms ? 3 See how he interpos'd Between the curse and thee : 30T 460 MISCELLANEOUS What wondrous words of grace compos'd, To set thy spirit free. 4 How bitter was his pain, What heart can e'er conceive ? And wilt thou see him die in vain ? And not his mercy crave ? 5 How stupid and deprav'd Must be that wretched soul, That still refuses to be sav'd, And yield to His control. ; G Where can ye hope to dwell, When from this world ye go ? Who choose the road that leads to hell And everlasting wo. , ; *— HYMN 460. P; M. 7,7,7,5. 1 CHRISTIANS, Christ for you hath bled, 1_> He the way for you hath led, Welcome to the Christian war, Crowns and victory. 2 Now's the day and now's the hour, See the front of battle low'r ; See approach Apollyon's pow'r— Chains and slavery. 3 Who will be a traitor, knave? Who will fill a Juda's grave? Or to Satan be a slave ? Let him turn and flee 4 Who for Zion's King and Lord, Freedom's two-edged sword will guard? Fighting for the great reward, Let him follow on. 5 Bigots war and give us pain, Sects will treat us with disdain, Seek our sentiments to stain, Yet we will be free. 6 Lay the proud and haughty low, Satan, sin and ev'ry foe, 308 HYMNS. 461 Let us full salvation know, Through Immanuel. 7 Then we'll joyful sing in death, Shouting with our latest breath, Gladly bid adieu to earth With triumphant faith. 8 Then we'll reach th' immortal shore, Where the battle's rage no more, To Eternity we'll soar, Endless crowns to wear HYMN 461. P. M. 7 s & 6 s. 1 T^fTAN in his first creation, ItJL In Eden God did place, The public head and father Of all the human race ; 'Twas by the subtle serpent, He was beguil'd and fell And by his disobedience, Was doom'd to death and hell. 2 Death was pronounc'd against him, Death was the penalty, The law of God was broken, And must fulfilled be: But man the helpless creature, Unable to perform The smallest jot or tittle To build his hopes upon. 3 Whilst in this situation, Behold the promise made ; The offspring of the woman Shall bruise the serpent's head, In saining of this victory, Man only was to feel, The malice of the serpent, In bruising of his heel. 4 The scripture it was given, In spirit and in truth, 309 461 MISCELLANEOUS In darksome types and shadows, The Saviour was set forth ; No sacrifice and offerings Upon the altar slain, No blood of goats and heifers Could take away the stain. 5 Lo! at the time appointed, Jesus unveil'd his face ; Assum'd our human nature And suffer'd in our place : He suffer'd on Mount Calv'ry, Yes, there he ransom'd us From sin and Satan's power. And all the penal curse. 6 They plac'd him in a sepulcher. It being near at hand ; The grave it could not hold him, Nor death's cold iron band : He burst the bars asunder, He pull'd their kingdom down ; He overcome our enemies, And wears a starry crown : 7 Now at his resurrection, To many he appear'd ; And said to his disciples, Go tell what you have heard — Go tell them I have risen, And death can do no more, I'm going to my father, To dwell forever more. 8 He camri to his disciples And found them all alone, And gave them their commission, To make his Gospel known ; Go preach it to all nations, Baptize them in my name, Beginning at Jerusalem, 'Twas there I suffer'd shame. 9 Go preach it to all nations, That they may hear and know ; 310 HYMNS. 462 Go preach a free salvation, That men to heav'n may go In ev'ry sore temptation, Kind succor T will send, And lo ! I will be with you. Until the world shall end. HYMjV 462. L M. 1 "TKTOUNG people all, attention give, JL While I address you in God's name ; You who in sin and folly live, Come, hear the counsel of a friend. 2 Youth like the spring will soon be gone, By fleeting time or conq'ring death ; Your morning sun may set at noon, And leave you ever in the dark. 3 Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks, Must wither like the blasted rose; 1 The coffin, earth, and winding sheet, Will soon your activ^e limbs enclose. 4 Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll, The grave will soon become your bed, Where silence reigns and vapors roll In solemn darkness round your head. 5 Your souls will land in darker realms, Where vengeance reigns and billows roar. There damn'd you'll lie in burning flames. When thousand, tnousand years are o'er. 6 Sunk in the shades of endless night, To groan and howl in ceaspless pain. And never more behold the light, And never, never rise again. 7 Ye blooming youth, this is the state Of all who do free grace refuse ; And soon with you 'twill be too late, The way of life in Christ to choose. 311 463-64 MISCELLANEOUS 8 Come lay your carnal weapons by, No longer fight against your God ; But with the Gospel now comply, And heaven shall be your great reward. HYMN 463. C. M. Uncertainty of life. 1 -gT^ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, ]$L& Is equal warning giv'n ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us in the heav'n ! 2 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze. He lurks in ev'ry flow'r; Each season has its own disease, Its peril, ev'ry hour ! 3 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know, Where'er thy foot can tread, The earth rings hollow from below, And warns thee of her dead. 4 Turn, sinner, turn ! thy soul apply. To truths divinely giv'n ; The dead that underneath thee lie Shall live in hell or heav'n ! HYMN 464. P. M. 8,8,6,8,8,6 The Penitents dedication to God. 1 TftXOW farewell world and sinful toys, JL^K I'll barter all my earthly joys, For joys that come from heav'n ; This my resolve I'll publish here ; By kneeling down in godly fear, To send my eries to heav'n. Now holy God display thy pow'r, Convert my soul this solemn hour, And set my spirit free ; Then I will tell to all around, The great salvation I have founds By yielding all to thee. 312 HVMNS. 465 HYMtf 465. M. double 8 s. 1 "^TE angels whom mortals attend, JL And minister comfort in wo; Come listen ye heavenly friends, My happier story to know — I'll sing of a theme most sublime, No sorrow my song can control; I'll sing of the capturous time, When Jesus spoke peace to my soul. 2 When guilt my poor heart did assail. Because T had wander'd from God, I strove my sad case to bewail, My sin was a cumbersome load ; O.' Saviour have mercy, I cried. And pardon a wretch that's so vile, And quickly His blood was applied, And Jesus spoke peace to my soul. 3 My guilt like a cloud in the morn. Was chas'd in a moment away ; The joy of my soul newly born, Increas'd like the rising of day. My Saviour redeem'd me from sin, He saves not in part but in whole ; He wrote His salvation within, And sweetly spoke peace to my soul. 4 I now am so bless'd with His love, I covet not earth's greatest store : He visits me oft from above, I have Him— I want nothing more. Resign'd to His pleasure, I live, Till life's latest circle shall roll ; His utmost salvation receive. For O ! He spoke peace to my soul. 5 Nor Satan nor sin can dismay, No danger my soul can affrignt, While onward to mansions of day, I'll go in Immauuel's might, Though earth in convulsions should rend, From th' centre quite through to each pole ; 313 466 MISCELLANEOUS I'll sing for I'm sure of a friend, Since Jesus spoke peace to my soul. 8 Ye angels who hear while I sing, O! Lend me your wings and I'm gone, I'll haste to my Saviour and King, To join with the heavenly throng : 'Tis there I'll eternally feast, On joys that enraptured the whole, All Heaven would welcome the guest, Since Jesus spoke peace to my soul. 7 Farewell, to earth's glittering toys, Farewell to my friends and my foes, I'll haste from these scenes to the skies, Where pleasure eternally flows : Ha bids me- leave all for His sake, I'll run till I reach the bless'd goal ; Then me to His arms He will take, O ! there He'll speak peace to my soul. HYMN" 466. P. M. 10,8,10,8,10,8 " TC© ELIGION is a glorious treasure, JSMj The purchase of the Saviour's blood ; It fills the mind with consolation, And lifts the thoughts to things above ; It calms our fears and soothes our sorrows, And smoothes our way o'er life's rough sea, 'Tis mix'd with goodness— and love and patience This heavenly portion mine shall be. 2 This earthly house must be dissolved, And mortal life will soon be o'er ; All earthly cares and earthly sorrows ; Will pain mine eyes and heart no more; But grace and glory shall be my story, And my glad heart shall strengthen'd be : While endless ages are onward rolling, This heav'nly portion mine shall be. 3 How vain, how fleeting, how transitory, This world with all its pomp and show ; Its vain delights and delusive pleasures, gladly leave them all below : Lril gladlj 314 HYMNS. 46T For pure religion remains for ever, And my glad heart shall strengthen'd be, While endless ages are onward rolling, This heav'nly portion mine shall be. While journey'ng here through tribulation. In christian love we'll march along; And while contentions divide th' ambitious, In Jesus Christ we'll all be one ; For pure religion unites together, In christian love, I plainly see ; While endless ages are onward rolling, This heav'nly portion mine shall be. HYMIT467.L.M. 1 ^iOME tempted soul, to Christ draw near- ly Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear: His faithful word declares to thee, That "As thy day thy strength shall be." 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, "How shall I stand the trying day ?" He has engag'd by firm decree, That "as thy day thy strength shall be." 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; In fiery trials thou shalt see, That ' as thy day thy strength shall be." 4 Altho' you're weak and foes are strong, And tho' thy conflict should be long, Yet, God will make the tempter flee, For "as thy day thy strength shall be." 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross Of sore affliction, pain or loss, Or deep distress or poverty, Still "as thy day thy strength shall be. 6 When ghastly death appears in view. Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue, Thy soul ill death he will set free, And "as thy day thy strength shall be," 315 468-69 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN 468. L. M. Buy the truth, and sell it not. Prov. xxiii. 23. |FIE worth of truth no tongue can tell, i T Twill do to buy but not to sell : A large estate that soul has got, Who buys the truth and sells it not. 2 Truth, like a diamond, shines most fair, More rich than pearls and rubies are, More worth than gold and silver coin : O, may it ever in us shine. 3 'Tis truth that binds, and truth makes free. And sets the soul at liberty, From sin and Satan's heavy chain, And then within the heart doth reign. 4 They have a freedom then indeed, That doth all freedom else exceed ; Freedom from guilt, freedom from woe, And never more shall bondage know. 5 O, happy they who in their youth Are brought to know and love the truth; For none but those whom truth makes free, Can ever enjoy their liberty. 6 Truth, like a girdle let us wear, And always keep it clean and fair ; And never let it once be told, That truth by us was ever sold ! HYMN 469. P.M. 12,8,12,8,11,11,11/, The pure Testimony. 1 fWlHEpure testimony put forth in the Spirit JL Cuts like a sharp two-edged sword, And hypocrites then get. most sorely tormented, Because they're condemn'd by the word, The pure testimony discovers the dross, While wicked professors make light of the cross, And Babylon trembles for fear of her loss. 2 Is not the time come for the church tq be gather'd Into the one spirit of God ? 316 HYMNS. 469 flaptiz'd by one Spirit, into the one body, Partaking Christ's flesh and his blood ; They drink in one Spirit, which makes them all see, They're one in Christ Jesus, wherever they be, The Jew and the Gentile, the bond and the free. 13 The pure testimony is not to establish The selfish inventions of men ; The system of parties it never advances, Nor seeks worldly honor or gain ; It lives in the temple of each holy soul : And then into words in a torrent doth roll, In love to the hearers including the whole. 4 No system cf doctrine is by it established, Excepting the doctrine of love ; To lc^e God supremely and love to one's neighbor, The pure testimony approves ; It holds nothing else, but Christ Jesus for all, The only foundation which never can fall, The precious Redeemer in every soul. 5 The pure testimony has uniting power. To gather the churches alone ; Without any movements of wordly upbuilding The saints are united in one : It gives all directions what course to pursue, And teaches each member what part he must do. And love knows no party, but those who love too. 8 The pure testimony has no selfish motives. It stands independent of men ; It seeks to exalt nothing else but the Saviour, And bends all its forces against sin ; It holds nothing else but a Redeemer for men, But Jesus within them, to save them from sin ; Commending a present salvation in him. 7 Now this is the pure testimony of Jesus, And his ancient witnesses too; Which gives men instruction, how they must be ia Wiih no other object in view ; [ved, Let this testimony abound and prevail. Let love conquer hatred, and selfishness fall ; The pure testimony sajs, Jesus is all. 317 470-71 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN 410. P. M. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 1 TT^EACE be unto his house, JSL The son of peace draws near; But has my master's son A tabernacle here ? If so, then 1 will here remain, If not, adieu, I'll go again. 2 My master sent me here His son a bride to find, If to him you appear, If to him you are kind ; If so come go with me to-day,- If not, I'll go another way. 3 Lord, send thy spirit forth, Incline the heart also; Lord grant Rebecca's voice, I with the man will go ; 'Twould make thy servants all rejoice, To hear one speak with such a voice. HYMN 471. L. M. Why does the cause of Christ run so low ? 1 A LAS ! alas < why is it so, 1%. That Jesus' cause should run so low ; Is love so cold, and faith so weak, That none for Jesus now can speak ? 2 Where is the love and heavenly zeal, That Christians formerly did feel, When they did meet and joyful tell, The love of their Immanuel ? 3 Once Christians did religion feel, Abroad, at home, or in the field, And when they saw each other's face, Their theme was 1 all redeeming grace. 4 But now so wordly grown, that they But seldom find a heart to pray; A few there are but here and there, That daily seek the Lord in prayer. 518 HYMNS. 472 5 ,ut short these days, O ! Lord and come And bring us humbly round thy throne ; That we again may love thy laws, Again espouse thy bleeding cause. HYMN 472. L M. 1 A WAKE my soul to joyful lays, .xm. And sing the great Redeemer's praise: He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, O, how free ; CHORUS. His loving-kindness, loving-kindness , His loving-kindness, O, how free! 2. He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all, He sav'd me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness, O. how great ! 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness, O, how strong 1 4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving-kindness, O, how good! 5 Although I feel my hand and heart, Prone ftom my Saviour to depart : And though I have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall 1 pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail: O! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. 7 Then let me mount and soar away, To brighter worlds of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise, ^ His loving-kindness in the skies. 319 473-74 MISCELLANEOUS HYMN473.LM. 1 ^iOME, weary souls, with sins distrest ; %^J Come, and accept the promis'd rest ; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your doubts and fears away, 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, O come, and spread your woes abroad: Divine compassion, mighty love, With all the load of guilt remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace : How rich the gift ! how free the grace! 4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart. The hope thy gracious words impart : We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless the kind, inviting voice. HYMN 474. P. M. li's. 1 ig~bj. TURN ye, O turn ye, for why will you die, \_P When God in great mercy is coming so nigh! Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away; Come wretched, come starviugi come just as you be. While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 3 Now Jesus is ready your souls to receive, And grant you a pardon if you will believe ; If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 'Tis you he bids welcome ; he bids you come home. 4 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain, To soothe your affliction or banish your pain? To bear up your spirit when summon'd to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high! 5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air? There's mercy in Jesus enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see. And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. 320 hymns. 475-76 HYIK 475. L- M. 1 fTnHIS is my body, broke for sin, JL Receive, and eat this living food : Then take the cup, and drink the wine: 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood. 2 Do this, said Christ, till time shall end, Meet at my table, and record The mem'ry of your dying friend : The love of your departed Lord. 3 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We share thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb. HYMN 476. P- M. 4 lines 11 s. Tlie triumph of Truth. 1 ^k'ER the darkness of nations, for ages forlorn, %Jr Bright truth is diffusing millenial morn! The vision delightful shall Salem behold ; And, under one Shepherd, the world be one fold ' 2 The sign of the cross has appear'd— the blest sum And faith has deciphered the motto divine. He must reign till the nations in homage bow down 1 The wicked'his footstool ; believers his crown. 3 Like the sun going forth his mighty career, To gladden the earth, and illumine the sphere ; The chariot of truth shall in majesty roll O'er climate, isle, ocean, to each distant pole. 4 A glorified course it shall nobly pursue, Encircling with radiance both Gentile and Jew J And millions of heathens their idols despise, Shall bask in its light, and exult in its rise. 5 The mighty may fight with Jehovah's decree ; And sceptic may write that it never shall be ;— But the finger of time on its dial shall stop. Ere one promise prove false, or one prophecy drora 321 V 477-78 MISCELLANEOUS (j Go, stop it, proud scorners ! alas, it is vain ! As well may ye tie up the winds with a chain ! Or the stars, or the tides of the ocean control ; Or fuse the vast ices that rivet the pole. HYMN 477. P- M. 6 lines, 8 s. 1 ^lOME, O thou Traveller unknown, \j Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee, With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. St I need not tell thee who I am ; My misery and sin declare ; Thyself hast call'd me by my name, Look on thy hands, and read it there : But who, I ask thee, who art thou 1 Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free ; I never will unloose my hold ; Art thou the man that died for me ? The secret of thy love unfold : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. HYMN478.S.M. 1 TOfOW can a sinner know JOL His sins on earth forgiven ? How can my gracious Saviour show My name inscrib'd in heaven ? What we have felt and seen With confidence we tell ; And publish to the sons of men, The signs infallible. 3 We who in Christ believe That he for us hath died, We all his unknown peace receive, And feel his blood apply'd. 322 HYMNS. 479-80 Exults our rising soul, Disburthen'd of her load, And swells unutterably full Of glory and of God. HYMN 479. L M. On admitting Church Members. 1 "ar^EAR friends in Christ, and well belov'd, JLf To Jesus and his servants dear, Enter,— and show yourselves approv'd ; Enter,— and find that God is here. 2 Welcome from earth !— lo, the right hand Of fellowship to you we give I With open arms and hearts we stand, And you in Jesus' name receive. 3 And now may God Almighty bless, Your souls and ours with christian love ; That we his grace may here possess, And glory's crown in heav'n above. HYMN 480. S. M. 1 66-g^OREVER with the Lord !" S? Amen ; so let it be — Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in this body pent, I live and strive and roam ; And nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. HYM1V48 1.— L. M— J. W. Doxology. MOW to the Father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, three in one ; Be kingdom, pow'r, and glory giv'n, By all on earth, and all in heav'n. 323 MISCELLANEOUS 5CC. HYMN 482. P- M. 7, 6, 7,6, 7s. The convert setting out for glory. 1 -wm7HEN I set out for glory, • • I left the world behind; Determined for a city, That's out of sight to find: And to glory 1 will go. Chorus. And to glory I will go—ril go, M goi And to glory I will go. 2 I left my worldly honors; I left my worldly fame; I left my young companions, And with them my good name. And to glory I will go. 4». 3 Some said I'd better tarry, They thought I was too young, For to prepare for dying, But that was all my theme : And to glory I will go. &c 4 Come all my loving brethren, And listen to my cry; All you that are backsliders, Must either beg or die: And to glory I will go. &c. 5 The Lord he loves the beggar, Who truly begs indeed; He always will releave him, When'er he stands in need: Then to begging I will go. &c. 6 I do not beg for riches, Nor to be dressed fine; The garment that he'll give me, The sun it will outshine: And to begging I will go. &c 7 I'm not asham'd to beg, While here on earth I stay: I'm not asham'd to watch, And I'm not asham'd to pray: And to begging I will go. &c 8 The richest man I ever saw, Was one thatbeg'd the most; His soul was fill'd with Jesus, And with the Holy Ghost: And to begging I will go. &c. 9 My soul is now encourag'd, Come let us travel on: Until we j oin t he angels, , And sing the holy song: Then to shouting we will go, &c 324 hymns 483-84 HYMN- 483— C M. 1 A % RISE and shine, O Zion fair, «£m. Behold thy light is come ; Thy glorious conquering king is near, . To take his exiles home. 2 Arise ye nations under ground, Before the judge appear ; All tongues and languages shall come, Their final doom to hear ! 3 The glorious news of gospel grace To sinners now is o'er; The trump in Zion now is still, And to be heard no more ! 4 The watchmen all have left their walls, And with their flocks above, On Canaan's peaceful shore they sing, And shout redeeming love. HYMN 484— P- M. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 1 A UTHOR of life divine, J&. Who hast a table spread, Furnish'd with mystic wine, And everlasting bread: Preserve the life thyself hast giv'n, And feed, and train us up for heav'n. 2 Our needy souls sustain With fresh supplies of love, Till all thy life we gain, And all thy fulness prove, And strengthen'd by thy perfect grace, Behold without a veil thy face. HYMN 485— P- M. 7s. & 6s. I TBURST. ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptur'd vision, All the ecstatic joys that spring Around the bright elysian. 325 485-86 MISCELLANEOUS Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies; Sons of right'ousness, arise, Ope the gates of paradise. 2 Floods of everlasting light, Freely flash before him ; Myriads with supreme delight Instantly adore him ; Angelic trumps resound his fame ; Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name ; Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rise From their princely station ; Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation ; Oast their crowns before his throne. Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone, Holy ! Holy ! Holy One. 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies, Seem methinks to seize us ; Join we too the holy lays- Jesus— Jesus— Jesus !— Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung — Jesus— Jesus— flows along. HYMN 486.-M. ri. J The Barren Fig Tree. 1 JTJARREN still this tree is found, JBlm Lo ! it cumbers still the ground, Culture it has had for years, But as yet no fruit appears. Cut it down,— why all this toil ? It no more shall curse the soil • 2 But the dresser cries, " Forbear ! Let it stand another year ; 326 hymns. 486-87 Still it shall my care employ, Then if fruit appear, with joy At thy feet it shall be laid, And my joy be well repaid." 3 Lord, this parable's for me : I'm that dead and fruitless tree. 1 within the vineyard stand, Planted by thy gracious hand ; Yet with all the dresser's care, Scarcely any fruit I bear. 4 I have peaceful Sabbath days, I have hours of pray'r and praise ; Faithful sermons, they are mine, Threatenings, promises divine, All that wisdom could devise, Lent in mercy from the skies. 5 Yet my heart is cold and dead, Like a branch that's withered, Yet my hands inactive prove, To promote the cause I love." Blessed Jesus ! can there be Life in such a barren tree ? 6 But another year is giv'n, Granted by indulgent heav'n ; Sabbaths, sermons, hours of pray'r, Granted for another year \ Still deserved wrath delays, Mercy lengthens out my days. 7 0! for grace this year to be All that God delights to see. O ! for wisdom from above, Ev'ry moment to improve ; And when time has past away, O ! for mercy in that day. y^ HYMN 487»— % M - — Temperance 'F FRIENDS of Freedom ! swell the song ; Young and old. the strain prolong, * 327 % 487-88 MISCELLANEOUS Make the temp'rance army strong, And on to victory. 2 Lift your banners, let theni wave, Onward march a world to save ; Who would fill a drunkard's grave, And bear his infamy? 3 Shrink not when the foe appears ; Spurn the coward's guilty fears ; Hear the shrieks, behold the tears Ofruin'd families! 4 Raise the cry in ev'ry spot — " Touch not— Taste not — Handle not I " Who would be a drunken sot, The worst of miseries ? 5 Give the aching bosom rest ; Carry joy to ev'ry breast ; Make the wretched drunkard blest, By living sobeily. 6 Raise the glorious watchword high— " Touch not — taste not, till you die J" Let the echo reach the sky, And earth keep jubilee, 7 God of mercy! hear us plead, Foi thy help we intercede : See how many bosoms bleed ! And heal them speedily. 8 Hasten, Lord, the happy day, When, beneath thy gentle ray, Temp'rance all the world shall sway, And reign triumphantly. HYMN- 488-— P- M. 8's, 4's. 1 TTESUS our Lord is horn to day, tP ' is born to-day ; „ :|[: Tor loud we heard the angels say, the angels say ; :||: Glory to God, glory to God, and peace on earth,. Good will t' wards men. 328 HYMNS. 489 2 The blazing star from old foretold, from old foretold ; :|j; Bids the magi, come and behold, come and behold ; :[; Your new-born king, your new-born king j In Bethlehem. 3 Do all thase things, conspire to tell, conspire to tell. :|j: The birth of our Emanuel, Emanuel? :[|: O shout his praise, O shout his praise, ye ransomed race. 4 God's now with us ; Oh ! wond'rous grace, Oh! wond'rous grace ; :||: Let heav'n and earth proclaim his praise, proclaim his praise. :|j: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! praise ye the Lord. G Come then, confess, th' incarnate God, th' incarnate God ; :]|: Who has for you salvation brought, salvation brought. :j|: Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! ! praise ye the Lord. 6 Come shout his praise, whilst you have breath whilst you have breath ; :||: And you shall be for ever bless'd, for ever bless'd. :(j: With him on high, with him on high ; in endless rest. HYMN 489 —P. M. 8s & 7s. JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despis'd, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be. Perish ev'ry fond ambition, All I've sought, or hop'd, or known, 329 490 MISCELLANEOUS Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are my own. ren who follow Jesus What have I in this barren land, What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave What is this something ,in the mind. What language now salutes the ear, What scenes of horror and of dread, What think you of Christ ? is the test Vyhat various hindrances we meet, What's this that steels, When all thy mercies, .0 ! my God, When any turn from Zion's way, . When blooming 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 I set out for glory, When Israel's son's a murm'ring race, When I survey the wond'rous cross, When Jesus first at heaven's command When Jesus Christ was here below, When languor and disease invade, When marshal'd on the nightly plain, When torn in the bosom by sorrow or care When we with welcome slumber press'd, Where two or three together meet, Where two or three with sweet accord While shepherds vvatch'd their flocks by 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 I be affrighted, . 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 the cross, . With aching heart and weeping eyes. With heav'nly power, O! Lord, defend W ith my substance 1 will honor, 351 Hymn. INDEX. Hymn ¥E angels whom mortals attend, . 465 Ye burden'd souls to Jesus come, . . 201 Ye careless professors who rest on your lees, 383 Ye dying sons of men, .... 197 Ye lovely bands of blooming youth, 146 Ye messengers of Christ, . . . 121 Ye pilgrims that are wand'ring home, . 352 Ye sin-sick souls draw near, . . . 204 Ye sin-sick souls dismiss your fears, . 209 Yes we trust the day is breaking, . .114 Ye unconverted careless souls, . - 156 Ye virgin souls, arise, .... 448 Ye weary, heavy laden souls, . . 458 Yonder amazing sight! I see, . . .31 Young people all attention give, . 462 352 APPENDIX. HYMN 1. P.M. 9,9,12,9. A Revival Hymn. 1 ^It/ftTHAT a mercy, a mercy is this! /WW What a mercy, a mercy is this! What a mercy is this ! what a Heaven of bliss! If the Saviour is found in my heart. 2 What will, oh, what will become of me ? What will, oh, what will become of me? What will become of me, if death approaches me, And the Saviour's not found in my heart? 3' \Tis awful, 'tis awful to relate, 'Tis awful, 'tis awful to relate, 'Tis awful to relate, if death should be my fate, And the Saviour's not found in my heart. 4 But welcome! welcome death to me ! But welcome! O welcome death to me! But welcome death to me, if Christ should set me And the Saviour be found in my heart. [free, 5 Then adieu, friends, adieu to you all, Then adieu, friends, adieu to you all, Then adieu to you all, my Saviour doth me call, And has promis'd to dwell in my heart. 6 Adieu to affliction and pain, . Adieu to affliction and pain, Adieu to all pain, for dying is my gain, If the Saviour is found in my heart. 7 How reviving and cheering to my mind, How reviving and cheering to my mind. How cheering to my mind, and the frienda I leave If the Saviour is found in my heart. [behind. ■Z APPENDIX. 8 But we hope, O we hope soon to meet, But we hope, O we hope soon to meet, But we hope soon to meet, ana" to worship at his And ne'er more from the Saviour depart, [feet, HYMN 2. P- M. 8,8,8,8,8,8. The Crucifixion. 1 £\ Sinners, sinners, don't you see, \Jr That the way is now prepared— hallelujah. What Christ hath done for you and me, Tho' we have been much degraded— hal'jh. Yes and very heavy laden— halj'h. With sin aild much temptation — hal'jh. 2 But when we're tempted, and when we're tried, We must go arid bow to Jesus— hal'jh. Who once for us was crucifi'd, To appease the wrath of justice— hal'jh. What a wonder-working Jesus— hal'jh. Who completed my salvation— hal'jh. 3 And while he hung on Calvary ! Hark ! hear the women crying— hal'jh. They saw him hanging on the tree, In the agony of dying— hal'jh. Dont you see your dying Jesus— hal'jh. Answering th' demand of justice— hal'jh. 4 O Christian, Christian, don't you feel This to be your bounden duty— hal'jh. To climb up Calv'ry's rugged hill And, like Joseph, beg his body— hal'jh. It was shrouded in white linen— hal'jh. And was laid in a sepulchre— hal'jh. Behold him going to the tomb ! To prepare the way for dying— hal'jh. They embalm'd him with some rich perfume— T'was the act of purifying. — hal'jh. And what do you think of dying— kal'jh. Don't you think it's very trying — hal'jh. 6 Jesus laid three days in the tomb, The grim monster Death to conquer— hal'jh. 2 APPENDIX. On th' third day, Gabriel roll'd away th' stone From the mouth of the sepulchre— bal^n. Up rises conquering Jesus— hal'jh. Into Gallilee he walked— hal'jh. 7 Come, brethren, all with one accord Let us act the part of justice— hal'jh. Let us walk the self denial road With a view of suffering Jesus— hal'jh Who arose and went to heaven— hal'jh. In the presence of th' ELEVEN— hal'jh. 8 A few more suffering days below — Then like Jesus we'll be buried— hal'jh. And in a coming day I know We to Heaven will be carried— hal'jh. Then we'll go both soul and body— hal'jh. For to reign with God foxever — hal'jh. 9 But when we land on that blest shore, Our earthly cares are ended — hal'jh. There well encamp forever more ; That's just what God intended— hal'jh. That we should reign forever— hal'jh. y With Jesus our "Saviour— hal'jh. / HYMN 3. P- M. 8,8,11,8. 1 "^ETTT'HEN sorrows encompass me round, v v And deepest distresses I see ; Astonish'd I cry, can a mortal be found, That's surrounded by troubles like me? 2 Few moments of peace I enjoy, And they are succeeded by pain. If a moment of praising my God I enjoy, I have hours again to complain. 3 O, when shall my sorrows be o'er ? O, when shall my suffering cease? O, when to the bosom of Christ be conveyed, To th' mansions of glory and peace? 4 If souls disembodied can know, Or visit their brother beneath ; 3 4 APPENDIX* t hope I shall join them as shouting they, go, When releas'd ffora this cumbersome earth. 5 My spirit to glory convey'd, My body laid low in the ground — I wish not a tear on my grave to be shed, But all join in praising around. 6 O'erwhelm'd with the fullness of love I then like an angle shall sing; Till Christ shall descend with a shout from aboti And make all creation to ring. Our slumbering bodies obey, And quicker than thought shall arise ; Remov'd in a moment, go shouting away To mansions above in the. skies. HYMN 4. p.m. io,8, 10,7,10, 10,10,; Air: "Long, long ago." 1 "BTkO you remember the look that I gave, JLr Long, long ago— Long, long ago ? When there was none that could pity nor save, Long, long ago— Long ago? Then you were wretched and ruin'dand bound; Chains of destruction encompass'd you round; You sought a Saviour, but none could be found- 1 Long, long ago — Long ago? 2 Do you remember the tears that I shed, Long, long ago — Long, long ago? And of the time when I suffer'd and bled, Long, long ago— Long ago ? How 1 was mocked and endured disdain ; And hang'd on th> cross upon Calv'ry's plain; And died for to save you from torture and pain- Long, long ago— Long ago ? -/ 3 Will you not love, for the loVe I have showo, Long, long ago— Long, lting ago ? Have I not sought for to make you my own, , Long, long ago— Long ago? Ail the day long have I call'd you to com« ; 4 APPENDIX. 5 fet you are heedless and blind, deaf and dumb ; Vbile I've prepar'd you a mansion, a home- Long, long ago— Long ago. f Must I forsake you, and let you go on ?" No, Saviour, no— No, Saviour, no. . Until your day of salvation is gone ?" No, Saviour, no— Saviour, no. Will you in sin and rebellion remain ?" 'Will you pursue the broad road down to pain V, Are you determin'd hell's torments to gam ?" No, Saviour, no— Saviour, no. Will you repent and believe what I say ?" Yes, Saviour, yes— Yes, Saviour, yes. And will you come, while it's called to-day ?" Yes, Saviour, yes— Saviour, yes. 'Will you no longer against me rebel ?" 'Cease to do evil, and learn to do well ?'* Then you shall soon of my happiness tell." Yes, Saviour, yes — Saviour, yes. fesus, I love thee ; my soul hath found rest ; Praise,praise the Lord— 'Praise,praise the Lord' Toy inexpressible now fills my breast, Praise, praise the Lord !— Praise the Lord J ^ow I remember the look thou didst give ; ?h' tears thou didst shed, that a sinner might live ; Til' love that inclin'd thee thy glory to leave. Praise, praise the Lord !— Praise the Lord 1 TMN 5. P- M. 10,9,10,7,10,10,10,7. Air: "Long., long ago." HARK ! sinner hark ! Jesus^bids thee repent ; Now is the time, noWj&jt&e time, Jar'st thou continue in sin?.''£)hl relent ; Now is the time, is the time, uook to the Saviour expiring for thee ! Jear how he groans as he hangs on the tree 1 Wrath still awaits thee ;— away to him flee ; Now is the time, is the time. . 5 6 APPENDIX. 2 Hark ! sinner hark ! Jesus bids thee confess ; Now is the time, now is the time ; Shame will undo thee, that feeling suppress ; Now is the time, is the time. Trembling acknowledge how guilty thou art ; Own to the world, that in Christ thou'st no part ; Set thy face homeward, and give God thy heart ; Now is the time, is the time. 3 Hark! sinner hark! Jesus bids thee believe ; Now is the time, now is the time ; Cease, cease at once, the good Spirit to grieve Now is the time, is the time. Trust in his love, for that love flows to thee ; Trust in his name alone, trust and be free ; Trust in his grace, and his face thou shalt see ; Now is the time, is the time. HYMN 6. P.M. 8,6,8,6,8,8,8,6. 1 "'■HKTE'RE trav'ling home to heaven above ; ▼ ▼ Will you go ? Will you go? To sing the Saviour's dying love ; Will you go ? Will you go ? Millions have reach'd that bless'd abode, Anointed kings and priests to God, And millions more are on the road; Will you go? Will you go? 2 We*re%oing to walk the plains of light ; Will you go ? Will you go ? Where perfect day excludes the night ; Will you go ?" Will you go ? Our sun will there no more go down, In that blest woild of great renown, Our days of mourning past and gone; I Will you go? Will you go? 3 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb; Will you go? Will you go? In rapt'rous strains to praise his name ; Will you go? Will you go? The crown of life we there shall wear, 6 APPENDIX. The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heav'n we'll share ; Will you go ? Will you go? 4 Ye weary, heavy laden, come ; Will you go ? Will you go ? My Father's house it still has room ; ♦ Will you go? Will you go?. The Lord is waiting to receive, If thou wilt on him now believe, He'll give thy troubled conscience ease ; Come believe, O believe ! 5 Come, O backslider, come away ; Will you go ? Will you go ? Return again to Christ and say ; I will go 1 I will go! Then he will thy bsxkslidings heal, His love again he will reveal, And pardon on thy conscience seal ; Will you go? Will you gc ? 6 The way to heaven is free for all ; Will you go ? Will you go ? For Jew and Gentile, great and small ; Will you go ? Will you go ? Make up your mind, give God your heart, With ev'ry sin and idol part, And now for glory make a start ; Come away! Come away 1 7 The way to heaven is straight and plain ; Will you go ? Will you go ? Repent, believe, be born again ; Will you go? Will you go? The Saviour cries aloud to thee, "Take up thy cross and follow me," And thou shalt my salvation see ; Will you go ? Will yo* go * 8 O, could I hear some sinner say ; I will go? I will go? I'll start this moment, clear the way : Let me go ? Let me go ? 7 7-8 APPENDIX. My old companions, |are you well, I will not go with you to hell, I mean with Jesus Christ to dwell ; Let me go ? Fare you well ? . ■ S '». ..! ■ HYMN 7. P- M, 7,6,7,7,1*. Air: Thou know'st thqf, I love thee. J ~W% ISE, rise, rise from thy mourning ; MMj Light, light breaks from the sky; • See, see light, the day dawning ; Jesus has risen on high ! Rise, rise, rise, rise— Jesus has risen ,on high ,2 2 Come, come, sing to the Saviour; Love, love beams from his eye. Haste, haste, shine in his favor ; Worship the Saviour on high. Come, come, come, come, worship the Saviour o$ high. 3 Praise, praise yield him with gladness; Earth, earth, banish thy gloom ; Death, death, O where's thy sadness ; Jesus returns from the tomb. Praise, praise, praise, praise, Jesus returns from the tomb. 4 Hail ! hail ! christians adore him ! Here, here, a,nthems we sing ; There, there we'll dwell in glory, Eternally praising the King. Hail, hail, all-hail— Eternally praising the King, HYMIV 8.P.M.8,7,8,7.-4j.F.\V. Air: Temperance Olee. FTMHERE is a stream of water free, JL From th' house of David flowing ; And on its banks the balmy tree, Of life is sweetly growing. 8 APPENDIX, CHORUS. O then begin to cease from sin, Each fallen son and daughter; And bathe your souls, and be made clean, In this pure stream of water. 2 This stream arose in th' pierced side, Of Jesus Christ, our Saviour ; JVho on the cross, a victim died, For fallen man's behaviour. O then begin to cease S(C 3 T.his water's free for you and me ; Come, try its healing nature, — Jt's good for the blind who cannot see, And ev'ry other creature. O then begin to cease Sec. 4 T,he lame may cast their staffs aside — O wondrous strange to hear it ! — And bathe their limbs in this pure tide, And straightway they'll be healed. O then begin to cease 6fC. 5 The deaf can here be made to hear, Glad tidings of salvation ; And spread abroad, both far and near, Its fame to ev'ry nation. O then begin to cease #c. ,6 The dumb may wash, and learn to tell Its efiicatious healing ; JJow sure it is, to make one well, And give a heav'nly feeling. O then begin to cease cfh. J The sick may bathe, and be made sound, In less than a single hour ; The dead be rais'd, and th' lost be found, By its most marv'Jous pow'r. O then begin to cease fa. £ Such are the virtues of this stream, As thousands have attested ; And thousands more it can redeeiq, If they will also test it. O then begin to cease §•*. 9 APPENDIX. 9 Bethesda's pool made bodies whole, But this cures soul and body, From sin and satan's dire control,- And sanctifies the godly. O then begin to cease SfC. HYMN 9- P- M. 7, 7, 10, 7, 7, 7, 7. 1 TJTfclD you hear that Jesus came ? JU? Did you hear that Jesus came ? Yes he came for you and he came for me, And he came for ev'ry one ; Yes, he came for ev'ry one, Yes, he came for ev'ry one, Yes, he came for ev'ry one. 2 Did you hear that Jesus pray'd ? :[[: Yes, he pray'd for you and he pray'd for me, And he pray'd for ev'ry one ; Yes, he pray'd for ev'ry one, :||; :||: 3 Did you hear that Jesus died ? :||: Yes, he died for you and he died for me, And he died for ev'ry one ; Yes, he died for ev'ry one, :J|: :||: 4 Did you hear that Jesus rose ? :||: Yes! he rose for you and he rose for me, And he rose for ev'ry one : Yes, he rose for ev'ry one, :|J: :|j: 5 Did you hear of th' christian's rest? :|: There's a rest for you and a rest for me, And a rest for tiv'ry one ; Yes, a rest for ev'ry one, :|j; fcijjj 6 Did you hear of th' starry crown ? :|f: There's a crown for you and a crown for me, And a crown for ev'ry one ; Yes, a crown for ev'ry one, :|j: :Jf: 7 Did you hear of th' Christian robe? :j|: There's a robe for you and a robe for me, And a robe for ev\ty one; Yes, a robe for ev'ry one, :||: :f. 10 APPENDIX. 10 Did you hear of th' mansions on high ? :||: There's a mansion for you and a mansion for me, And a mansion for ev'ry one , Yes, a mansion for ev'ry one, :|f: :||: Did you hear of th' kingdom above ? :||: There's a kingdom for you and a kingdom for me, And a kingdom for ev'ry one ; :§: Yes, a kingdom for ev'ry one, :||: :||: HYMN 10. P.M. 11,6,11,6,8,8,8,6. - God is Love. 1 miTHAT sound is this ? A song through heav'ii VV resounding, "God is love ! God is love !" And now from earth I hear th' sound rebounding, God is love ! God is love! Yes, while adoring hosts proclaim, "Love is his nature, love his name !" My soul in rapture cries the same : "God is love ! God is love !" 2 This song repeat, repeat ye saints in glory ! God is love J God is love ! And saints on earth shout back the pleasing story, God is love ! God is love I In this let heaV'n and earth agree, To sound his love both full and free, And let the theme for ever be, God is love ! God is love ! 3 Creation speaks, with thousand tongues proclaim- God is love ! God is love ! [ing, And Providence unites her voice, exclaiming, God is love ! God is love J But let the burden'd sinner hear The gospel, sounding loud and clear, To ev'ry soul both far and near, God is love ! God is love J 4 This heav'nly love all 'round 1 is sweetly flowing, God is love 1 God is love ! And in my heart the sacred fire is glowing, God is love ! God is love ! 11 U APPENDIX. Thai God is love, I know full well, And had I pow'r his love to tell. With loudest notes my song should swell God is love! God is love! 5 The love of God is now my greatest pleasure, God is love ! God is love! And while Hive 1 ask no greater treasure, God is love ! God is love ! This theme shall be my song below, And when to glory I shall go, This strain eternally shall flow, God is love ! God is love! HYMN 11 ' • M. 7,7,7,7,7,7,10,7 Faith— Hope— Charity. I "W^ERVENT pray'r my soul employs, JBD Faith is there, and doubt destroys ; Fervent praise my soul employs, Hope comes in and crowns my joys : But as first and best to me, Give me, give me charity ; Spotless charity— stainless charity, Giv6 me, give me, charity. ! Faith is my foundation stone, Hope her temple reais thereon ; Faith unfolds its mansions fair, Hope assures I shall get there : But its joys are not for me Without holy charity ; Give me charity— spotless charity, Faith, and hope, and charity. Faith hath told of bliss divine, Hope declares it shall be mine ; Faith points on. to endless day, Hope attends me on my way. Jesus, by thine agony, Faith and hope belong to me ; But for chanty— spotless charity, That beiongs to me and thee. 1% ' ■ APPEHDIX. 12 4 faith may fall, and wane away, Charity can ne'er decay ; Hope may gleam with feeble ray, Charity knows no decay : Loveliest of the lovely three Still is spotless charity ; Give me charity— give me charity Spotless, stainless charity. HYMN 12. P.M. 11,11,11,11,5,11. The altar of prayer. 1 ^kNCE happy in Eden's primeval abode, %JF Encircled with pleasure, in favor with God, Man worshiped as angels in innocence there, Nor needed to bow at the altar of pray'r ! Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r, In Eden man needed no altar of pray'r! 5 But since by transgression that Eden was lost, God's favor was forfeited, happiness cross'd The child of mortality, misery's heir, Man now stands in need of an altar of pray'r i Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r, Poor man stands in need of an altar of pray'r f 3 Sweet mercy beheld us in ruin involv'd, And swift to our rescue to come she resolv'd ; Her pathway of light broke the gloom of despair, And here she erected an altar of pray'r ! Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r. For man she erected an altar of pray'r. 4 But Justice requir'd that the sinner should die, Unless an atonement could Mercy supply, Erom guilt to redeem, and the breach to repair, And which might avail at the altar of pray'r. Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r, A plea to avail at the altar of pray'r. 5 The Son of the Blessed in pity was mov'd. His life to lay down for the world that he lov'd, Incarnate, our sins in His body to bear, And give us access to the altar of pray'r. 13 i3 APPENDIX. Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r. We now have access to the altar of pray'r. 6 lie died for our sins, but he rose from the dead, Ascended on high, for us, sinners, to plead, At the Father's right hand, as an advocate there. That we may prevail at the altar of pray'r. Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r, Through Him we prevail at the altar of pray'r. 7 For we to the Father are now reconcil'd The Spirit bears witness that each is his child, Our strength to renew ev'ry trial to bear, And comfort our hearts at the altar of pray'r. Pray'r, pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r. He comforts our hearts at the altar of pray'r. 8 Then let us come boldjy, and mercy implore, Our Jesus will pardon, our Eden restore, 'Till sanctified wholly, his image we bear, For glory made meet at the altar of pray'r. Pray'r,- pray'r, sweet, sweet pray'r, There's no place on earth like the altar of pray'r. HYMN 13. P. M. 7,7,7,5,7,7,7,5. The Command obeyed. 'ARK! the Lord proclaims his will : H Hear, O heav'ns, and earth be still Wait, and all his word fulfill ; God commands you— Hear 1 Let the tidings spread around, Through the wide world's utmost bound, Till the heav'ns send back the sound To ev'ry sinner's ear. 2 Lo ! He comes, the Christ, the Lord, God, the Son, th' incarnate Word ; Fear'd in hell, in heav'n adored— Lo ! the Saviour, He ! See, the banner-cross unfurl'd ! Satan from his throne is hurl'd ; Pardon to a guilty world ; Sinner, 'tis to thee ! 14 APPENDIX. 14 3 Captive, burst thy bondage now I Warrior, break the battle-bow ; Peace o'er all the world shall flow, God himself shall reign ;— Reign in mercy, reign to bless, Fill the world with right'ousness, Bid the curse forever cease, Dwell with man again ! 4 Spread the tidings ; lo ! they spread ! Wake the nations from the dead, Zion lifts her drooping head, Sees her converts come : Lo ! from India's burning strands— Regions girt with icy bands — Crowds from all the Pagan lands, Hasten ! yet there's room ! 5 Spread the tidings far and wide 1 Darkness melts on every side ; Lo ! 'tis light at eventide, Glory is begun! He who rules th' eternal throne, Claims the kingdoms for his own ; Heav'n and earth are join'd in one ! Lo ! 'tis done— 'tis done ! HYMN 14. P.M. 7,7,7,5,7,7,7,5. The Bible. 1 jr®IBLE! hail thou book divine ! MJ& Heav'nly truth and mercy shine, Speaking from each holy line, And it speaks to me ! In this precious book alone, God his holy will makes known- Here his love to man is shown, And his love to me 1 2 Here with sacred joy I trace Records of redeeming grace, Tidings joyful to our race,— Precious news to me 1 15 15 APPENDIX. Peerless Bible ! Here I read Jesus did for sinners bleed ! O most wondrous love indeed I Jesus bled for me ! 3 Hail thou source of comfort pure To afflicted christians here, Hope of heaven rend'ring sure ! Blessed hope for me 1 Yes, I love thee— may I e'er Seek thee oft with faith and pray'r, Seeing Christ, my Saviour there, Who has died for me. HYMN 15. P. M. 7,7,7A J tt IFT the crimson "ensign" high I' JLi Zion, raise the battle cry ! Puss the watchword "Calvary," Through the blood-bought camp. 2 From beneath hell's legions roar ; From around earth's "aliens" pour ; Rebel lusts within press sore ; Heirs of God fear not. 3 Take ye "faith's" protecting shield, The "Spirit's" sword resistless wield; "Girt with truth," march to the field, With fervent pray'r. 4 "Judah's lion" guards your way, God omnipotent's your stay, Seraphim, in bright array, Fight for you unseen. 5 Pour ye forth your souls in praise, Calv'ry's God inspires your lays! He hath still'd your enemies, And heav'n is in view. 6 Yet one struggle!— 'tis the last- Death's dark portal must be pass'd ; Then soars the soul to glory vast ! And heaven is won. 16 APPENDIX. 16 7 What means this triumph over death ? Whence this blest reward of faith? Saints with their last, Jing'ring breath, Whisper Jesus' name. HYMN 16. P- M. 6,6,6,6,8,8. Resurrection of Christ. 1 "'ttTES, the Redeemer rose ; a The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High rais'd his conquering head. In wild dismay the guards around Fall to the ground and sink away. 2 Lo ! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And Worship at his feet ; Joyful they come, and wing their way, From realms of day to Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heav'n they fly, The joyful news to bear ; Hark ! as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled, Hath left the dead ; he rose to-day." 4 Ye mortals catch the sound, Redeem'd by him from hell ; And send the echo round The globe, on which you dwell ; Transported cry, "Jesus who bled, Hath left the dead, no more to die." 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, Who sav'st us with thy blood! Wide be thy name adored, Thou rising, reigning God ! With thee we rise, With thee we reign, And empires gain beyond the skies, -17 B 18 APPENDIX. HYMN 17. P, M. 8,7,8,7,8,7,12,*©. 1 TfJT AIL the day so long expected, JtM. Hail the year of full release ; Zion's walls are now erected, And her watchman publish peace. Through the Shiloh's wide dominion, Hear the trumpet loudly roar— Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen, Babylon is fallen, to rise no mprp. 2 All her merchants stand with wonder, What is this that comes to pass; Murmuring like the distant thunder, Crying, Oh! alas, alas! Swell the sound ye kings and nobles, Priests and people, rich and poor, Babylon, S;p. 3 Sing aloud ye heav'nly choir, Shout ye followers of the Lamb; See the city all on fife, How it sinks beneath the flame. Now the day of compensation. On the mystic church with gore. Babylon, S[t. 4 Blow the trumpet in mount Zion, Christ will come the second lime ; Ruling with a rod of iron, All who now as foes combine. Babel's garments we've rejected ; And our fellowship is o'er. Babylon, S(e. HYMN 18, P.M. 11,11,11,11,5,11, AN alien from God, and a stranger to grace, 1 wander'ed through earth, its gay pleasures to trace, In the pathway of sin 1 continu'd to roam, Unmindful, alas! that it led me from home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. O Saviour ! direct me to heaven, my home. 18 APPENDIX. 19 2 The pleasures of earth, I have'seen fade away, They bloom for a season, but soon they decay, But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are giv'n, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heav'n. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, The saints in those mansions are ever at home, 3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms! The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms ; At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room, there may I feast with his children at home ! - Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. 4 Farewell, vain amusements, my follies, adieu, While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view, 1 feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne, The foretaste of heav'n, sweet heaven, my home, Home, home, sweet, sweet home, when shall I share the fruition of home! 5 The days of my exile are passing away, The time is approaching, when Jesus will say, "Well done faithful servant,sit down on my throne, And dwell in my presence forever at home." Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O there I shall rest with the Saviour at home. C Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er, The saints shall unite to be parted no more ; There loud hallelujahs fill heav'n's high dome, They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. HYMN 19- P- M. 6,6,4.6,6,6,4. 1 ^lOME, all ye saints of God ! ^_y Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus' fame : Tell what his love has done ; Trust in his name alone, Shout to his lofty throne, ' Worthy the Lamb !' 19 21 APPENDIX. 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad theme: Praise ye our gracious King, Strike each melodious string; Join heart and voice to sing, 'Worthy the Lamb !' 3 Hark — how the choirs above, Fill'd with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name!— There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crown'd, While all the heav'ns resound, 'Worthy the Lamb!' HYMN 20. P. M. 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 1 1%/HTY faith looks up to thee, XtJI Thou Lamb of Calvary; Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; Oh! let me from this day Be wholly thine. 3 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire, As thou hast died for me, Oh ! may I live to thee, Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire. HYMN" 21. P.M. 12,12,12,12. 1 "ff^ROM the regions of love, lo! an angel de- JT scended, And told the strange news how the babe was at- tended ; Go, shepherds, and visit this wonderful stranger, With wonder and joy see your God in a manger. 20 APPENDIX. 22 CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who obtain' d our redemp* , tion, We'll praise him evermore, when we pass over , Jordan. / 2 Glad tidings I bear to you and each nation ; Glad tidings of joy, now behold your salvation. When sudden a multitude raise their glad voices, And shout the Redeemer, while heaven rejoices. Hallelujah, $c. 8 Now glory to God in the highest is given, Now glory to God is re-echo'd through heaven : Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, And sing of his love, his salvation and glory. Hallelujah, $-c. 4 Enraptur'd I burn with delight and desire ; A love so divine sets my soul all on fire ; Around the bright throne now hosannahs are ring- ing, . . O when shall I join them, and be ever singing! ' Hallelujah, $c. 5 Triumphantly ride in thy chariot victorious, And conquer with love O, Jesus, all glorious ! Thy banner unfurl, bid the nations surrender, And own Thee their Saviour, their king and de- Hallelujah, Sfc. [fender. HYMN 22. P. M. 8,7,8,7,7,7,7,1 1 "gJ|OLY GHOST, dispel our sadness, Jtl Pierce the clouds of sinful night: Come, thou source of sweetest gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light ! Loving Spirit, God of peace, Great distributor of grace, Rest upon this congregation ! Hear, O hear our supplication. 2 From that height which knows no measure As a gracious shower descend : 21 23 APPENDIX. Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. O thou Glory, shining down From the Father and the Son, Grant us thy illumination ! Rest upon this congregation. 3 Come, thou best of all donations God can give, or we implore ; Having thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more ; Come, with unction ahd with pow'r; On our souls thy graces show'r ; Author of the new creation, Make our hearts thy habitation. HYMN 23. P. M. 8,8,8,8,8, 1 A FEW more days of grief and wo ; jfm. A few more suffering scenes below ; And then to glory we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow, And give to Jesus glory. 2 Who then will march to win the prize And take the kingdom in the skies, Where joy and friendship never dies, But always reigns in paradise — We'll give to Jesus glory. 3 Come parents, children, bond and free, Say, will you go to heaven with me — That glorious land of rest to see And praise the Lord eternally, And give to Jesus glory. 4 Those beaut'ous fields of living green By faith, our telescope, are seen ; While Jordan's billows roll between, We soon shall cross the narrow stream, And give to Jesus glory. 22 . APPENDIX. 24 5 The rose aiVd !ily there will stand In beaut'ous rows at God's right hand ; O, how 1 long for Canaan's land, To join that holy, happy band, And give to Jesus glory. HYMN 24. P.M. 6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4. i g\ CARELESS sinners, come, ^y Pray now attend, This world is not your home, It soon wirTend ; Jehovah calls aloud, Forsake the thoughtless crowd; Pursue the rodjd-to God, And happy be. & How many calls you've had! God calls again : How can you: be so bad, So full of sin, As to refuse that voice, Which calls you to rejoice, In making heaven your choice, And shun iii'ng hell ? 3 I look on you again, And hoping, say, Why won't you leave your Bin, And come away, From Satan's cruel pow'r, And live forevermore, And bless the joyful hour That life begun ? 4 All hail ! we welcome, then'. Your happy flight From Kedar's^jenls of srh To glory-Bright ; We'll travel on with you', And bid this world adieu, A'nd endless joys pursue, Till all is ours. 23 26 APPENDIX. 5 There we will range around The blissful plains, Where pleasure has no bound, And glory reigns ; We'll fall at Jesus' feet, Where joys are all complete, And blissful raptures meet, Forevermore. HYMN 25. P- M. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 1 *»THAT contradictions meet * ww In ministers' employ! It is a bitter sweet, A sorrow full of joy : No other post affords a place For equal honour, or disgrace ! 2 Who can describe the pain Which faithful preachers feel ; Constraint to speak in vain To hearts as hard as steel ! Or who can tell the pleasure felt, When stubborn hearts begin to melt ? 3 The Saviour's dying love, The soul's amazing worth; Their utmost efforts move. And draw their bowels forth : They pray and strive, their rest departs, Till Christ be form'd in sinners' hearts. HYMN 26. P.M. 8,8,6,4,6. 1 rf^iOME to Jesus, come to Jesus, \y Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, just now, Just now, just now. Come to Jesus just now. 2 He is calling, he is calling, &c. 3 Come poor sinner, come poor sinner, &c. 24 APPENDIX. 27 4 Come my neighbours, come my neighbours, &c. 5 God is waiting, God is waiting, &c. Christ is pleading, Christ is. pleading, &c. 7 Get religion, get religion, &c. 8 Do not linger, do not linger, &c. 9 Christ may leave you, Christ may leave you, &c. 10 Give up your all, give up your all, &c. 11 Time is flying, time is flying, &c. 12 Pray on brethren, pray on brethren, &c. HYMI2T. P.M.7*s. 1 m*Y Bible leads to glory ; 1TJL My Bible leads to glory, My Bible leads to glory, Ye followers of the Lamb. CHORUS. Sing on, pray on, ye followers of Tmmanuel, Sing on, pray on, ye followers of the Lamb, 2 Religion makes me happy, Religion makes me happy, Religion makes me happy, Ye followers of the Lamb, &c. 3 King Jesus is my Captain, King Jesus is my Captain, King Jesus is my Captain, Ye followers of the Lamb, &c. 4 I'm fighting for a kingdom, I'm fighting for a kingdom, I'm fighting for a kingdom, Ye followers of the Lamb, &c. 5 There we shall live forever, There we shall live forever, There we shall live forever, Ye followers of the Lamb, &c. 25 $9 APPENDIX. Hfm 28. P. M. il,iU*,ii, J W WOtTLt) not live alway, I ask not to stay, JL Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark.way; The few lucid mornings that dawn on us here, ' Are enough for life's woes full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ? Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? HYMN 29- P.M.7s&6s, 1 TT^ROM Greenland's icy mountains, Jit From India's coral strand Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes- Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle— Though ev'ry prospects pleases, And orily man is vile ! In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, Whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted, The lamp of light deny ?— Salvation ! oh, salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation, Ha's learnt Messiah's namev 36 APPENDIX. 30 4 Waft, Waft ye winds, the story ; And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransora'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, Returns in bliss to reign. HYMN 30. P. M. 6,6,6,6,7,7. 1 T"kOWN from the willow bough MJr My slumb'ring harp I'll take, And bid its silent strings To heav'nly themes awake. Peaceful let its breathings be, Soft and soothing harmony. 2 Love, Love divine, I sing, O, for a seraph's lyre ! Bath'd iu Silons stream, , And touch'd with living fire ; Lofty, pure the strain should be, When I sing of calvary. 3 Love, love on earth appears ! My soul, O, haste away ! Christ beareth all thy griefs, And wipes thy tears away : Soft and sweet the strain should be, Saviour, when I sing of Thee. 4 He saw roe as he pass'd, In hopeless sorrow lie, Condemned and doom'd to death, And no salvation nigh: Loud and long the strain should be When I sing his love for me. 5 l' I die for thee," he said — J Behold the cross arise ! And lo ! He bows his head — He bows his head and dies! Soft, my harp, thy breathings be, Let me weep on Calvary. 27 31 APPENDIX. 6 He lives ! again He lives ! I hear the voice of love — He comes to sooth my fears, And draw my soul above. Joyful now the strain shall be, When T sing of Calvary. HYMN 31. P. M. 7,5,7,5,4,7,7,4. I "irirASTE thee, sinner, haste away, BLM- Vengeance is at hand! From destruction quickly flee, Flee at God's command : Nor more inquire. l,o ! the city's doom is sealed ; Wrath from heav'n shall be reveal'd In liquid fire. y Haste thee, sinner, haste away From the overwhelming rain! Break at once thy long delay, Stay not in the plain ! In threatening form, See the clouds above thy head, All around their folds are spread O. flee the storm ! 3 Haste thee, sinner, haste away, Ere the tempest falls! Now the warning voice obey, While the Spirit calls : For refuge fly. In the fate of Sodom see, What may quickly come to thee ; Why wilt thou die? 4 Haste thee, sinner, haste away, While 'tis mercy's hour ; Harden not thy heart to-day, Through the tempter's pow'r ; O, turn and live. Jesus is thy hiding-place, Flee to him and trust his grace ; Ele will foigive. 28 APPENDIX. 33 HYMN 32. P-M. 8,8,8,8,8,5. gni O, watch and pray, thou canst not tell %Jf How near thine hour may be ; Thou canst not know how soon the bell May toll its notes for thee : Death's countless snares beset thy way • Frail child of dust ! go, watch and pray. Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high ? Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair, Dilate before thine eye? Soon these must change— must pass away; Frail child of dust ! go, watch and pray. Thou aged man! life's wintry storm Hath sear'd thy vernal bloom ; With trembling limbs and wasting form, Thou'rt bending o'er the tomb: And can vain hope lead thee astray? Go, weary pilgrim! watch and pray. Ambition, stop thy panting breath! Pride, sink thy lifted eye ! Behold the caverns dark with death, Before you open lie : The heav'nly warning now obey; Yi sons of pride ! go, watch and pray. HYMN 33. P- M. 7,7,8,8. MY brother I wish you well, My brother I wish you well, When my Lord calls I trust I shall Be mention'd in the promis'd land, CHORUS. Be mention'' d in the promised land, Be mention'd in the promis'd land, When my Lord calls I trust I shall Be mentioned in the promis'd land. My sister I wish you well, &c. iViy ft ther J wish you well, &c. 29 .$5 APPENDIX. 4 Sfy motbe* I wish you well, &c. 5 My neighbours I wish you well, &c G My pastor I wish you well, &c. 7 Young converts 1 wish you well, &c. 8 Poor sinner I wish you well, &c. r HYMN 34. S. M. 6,6,8,6. To save us from our sin, And kindly teach us to repent, We should at once begin. 2 He says he loves to see A broken hearted one ; He loves that sinners, such as we, Should mourn for what we've done. 3 "Fis not enough to say, 'We're sorry, and repent,' Yet still go on from day to day, Just as we always went. 4 Repentance is, to leave The sins we lov'd before, And show that we in earnest grieve, By doing so no more. 5 Lord makes us thus sincere, To watch as well as pray; However small, however dear, Take all our sins away. 6 And since the Saviour came, To make us turn from sin, With holy grief and humble shame We would at once begin. HYMN 35. CM. 8,6,8,6. 1 "JTESUS ! thy love shall we forget ; «JP And never bring to mind, The grace that paid our hopeless debt, And bade us pardon find ? 30 APPENDIX, 3i5 CHORUS. Our sprrjows and our sins were laid On thee— alone on thee: Thy precious blood our ransora paid — Thine all the glory be. 3 Shall we thy life of grief forget, Thy fasting and thy pray'r ; Thy locks with mountain vapours wet, To save us from despair ? Our sorrows, 8(C. ,3 Gethseinane, can we forget Thy struggling agony— When night lay dark on Olivet, And none to watch with thee? Our sorrows. 8(C. 4 Can we the platted crown forget, The buffeting and shame, When hell thy sinking soul beset, And earth revil'd tby name ? Our sovrows, 8(C. 5 The nails— the spear— can we forget ; The agonizing cry — "My God ! my Father! wilt thou Jet J'hy Son forsaken die?" Our sorrows, 8fC i Life's brightest joys we may forget — Our kindred cease to love ; But He, who paid our hopeless debt, Our constancy shall prove. Our sorrows, S(C. CHORUS. — Canaan's happy shore. O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful ! O that will be joyful, to meet to part no more. To meet to part no more, on Canaan's happy shore ; 'Tis there we'll meet at Jesus' feet, shall meet to part no more. 31 36 APPENDIX. HYMN 36. P. M. 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6. The Cross of Christ. 1. -[JEHOLD ! behold the Lamb of God ! J£5 On the Cross, on the Cross ! He sheds for us his precious blood, On the Cross, on the Cross ! Oh! hear his all importa«t cry, "Eli, lama sabachthahi;" Draw near and see your Saviour die On the Cross, On the Cross ! 2. Behold his arms extended wide, on the, &c. Behold his bleeding hands and side, On the, &c, The sun withholds his rays of light, The heavens are clothed in shades of night, While Jesps doth with devils fight, On' the, &c. 3. Come, sinners, see him lifted up, On the, &c. For you he drinks the bitter cup, On the, &c. The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, While Jesus doth atonement make, While Jesus sutlers for our sake, On the, &c. 4. And now the mighty deed is, done, On the, &c. The battle's fought, the victory's won, On the^tc, To heaven he turns his languid eyes, " 'Tis finished," now the Conqueror cries, Then bows his sacred head and dies, On the, &c. 5. Where'er I go I'll tell the story, Of the, &c. Of nothing else my soul shall glory, Save the, &c. Yea, this my constant theme shall be Through time and in eternity, That Jesus tasted death for me, On the, &c. Let every mourner rise and cling, To the, &c. Let every Christian come and sing, Round the, &c There let the preacher take his stand, And with the Bible in his hand, Declare the triumphs through the land, Of the, &c 32 1 40 * u APPENDIX. BM^40.pm 7%e Crucifixion. ^ Christ was born in Bethlehem Christ was born in Beth S'- And m a manger laid, enem >- And in a manger laid, And m a manger laid, Christ was born in Bethlehem And m a manger laid. enem » 2. His life was our example, His death our only hope, &c. 3. Peter he denied him, And sadly he did weep, & c . 4 ' JU w S ^ he ^ etra yed him, With a deceitful kiss, &c. APPENDIX. 5. The Jews they crucified hifn, ,And nailed him to the cross, &c. 6. Joseph begg'd his body, / And laid it in the tomb, &c. 7. Mary came a weeping, To see her loving Lord, &c. 8. Down came a shining angel And roll'd away the stone, &c. 9. Christ rose again triumphant, And conquered death and hell, &c 10. Go tell John and Peter, I'm risen from the dead, &c. 11. Shout! shout! the victory, We're on our journey home, &c. HYMtf41.P.M.7,7,7,4. " Worthy is the Lamb." 1 -WttTORTHY, worthy is the Lamb ! ▼ ▼ Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Worthy, worthy is the Lamb, That once was slain ! Chorus— Olory ! —Hallelujah ! ' Praise him !— Hallelujah I Glory !— Hallelujah ! Praise ye the Lord ! 2. Bend thy bow and whet thy sword, Send thy Spirit with thy word ; Now revive thy work, O Lord ! Thou bleeding Lamb \— Glory, ye, 3. In this place and at this hour, Bare thy arm, display thy pow r, Show thyself the Conqueror, Thou reigning Lamb !— Glory, (jfc. 36 2 APPENDIX. 4. Stars of morning, shout for joy ! Sing redemption's mystery ; Holy, holy, holy cry- Praise ye the Lord ! — Olory, 13 > 12 > 9 - The Contrast. 1HAVE sought round the verdant earth, for un- fading joy; I have tried ev'ry source of mirthj but all, all will cloy. Lord, bestow on me grace to set my spirit free ; Thine the praise shall be, mine, mine, the joy. I have wander'd in mazes dark, of doubt and dis- tress ; I have had not a kindling spark my spirit to bless ; Cheerless unbelief filled my laboring soul with grief: What shall give relief— what shall give peace 1 I then turn'd to thy Gospel, Lord, from folly away ; I then trusted thy holy word,that taught me to pray; Here I found release, weary spirit here found rest, Hope of endless bliss— eternal day. 37 APPENDIX. 43 4. I will praise now my heavenly King, I'll praise and adore ; The heart's richest tribute bring, to Thee, God of power ; And in heaven above, saved by thy redeeming love, Loud the strains shall move, for evermore. HYMM 43- p - M - 10 > 10 » 13 > 10 - *• npiHERE is a happy land, far, far away, JL Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day. O ! how they sweetly sing, Worthy as our Saviour king, Loud let his praises ring, For evermore. 2. Come to that happy land, Come, come away. Why will ye doubting stand 1 Why still delay ? O ! we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest evermore. 3. Bright in the happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept by a father's hand, Love cannot die. ! then to glory run. Be a crown, and kingdom won And bright above the sun. Reign evermore. 38 { APPENDIX. 'HYMN 44- p * M - 4 lines > u ' s - Christ in the Garden. WHILE Nature was sinking in stillness to rest, The last beams of day-light shone dim in the west O'er fields, by the moonlight, to lonely retreat, In deep meditation, I wandered my feet. hokus. — All glory to Jesus, who died on the tree, And purchas'd salvation, for you and for me. While passing a garden, I paused to hear A voice, faiot and falt'ring, from one that was there ; The voice of the mourner affected my heart, While pleading in anguish, the poor sinner's part In off 'ring to heaven his pitying pray'r, He spake of the torments the sinner must bear ; His life, as a ransom, he offered to give, That sinners, redeemed, in glory might live. I listened a moment, then turned to see What man of compassion this stranger could be ; When, lo! I discover'd, knelt on the cold ground, The loveliest being that ever was found. His mantle was wet with the dews of the night, His locks, by pale moon-beams, were glist'ning and bright, His eyes, bright like diamonds, to heaven were rais'd ; While angels, in wonder, stood round him amaz'd. So deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers, That down o'er his bosom roU'd sweat, blood and tears ! I wept to behold him, and asked his name ; He answered, 'tis JE3U3 ; — from heaven I came. 39 APPENDIX. 45 . I am thy Redeemer, for thee I must die ; The cup is moat painful, but cannot pass by ; Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me, And all this deep anguish, I sull'er for thee. 8. I heard, with attention, the tale of his woe, While tears, like a fountain of waters did flow ; The cause of his sorrows, to hear him repeat, Affected my heart, and I fell at his feet. 9. I trembled with horror, and loudly did cry, "Lord ! save a poor sinner, Oh ! save, or I die ;'* He smiled when he saw me, and said to me " Live , Thy sins, which are many, I freely forgive !" 10. How sweet was that moment, he bade me rejoice ! His smiles,0 how pleasant ! how cheering his voice ! I flew from the garden to spread it abroad ; I shouted Salvation : Oh, glory to God! 11. I'm now on my journey to mansions above ; My soul's full of glory, of peace, light, and love ; I think of the garden, the prayer, and the tears, Of that loving stranger, that banished my fears. 12. The day of bright glory is rolling around, [sound j When Gabriel, descending, the trumpet shall My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise, To gaze on the stranger, with unclouded eyes. HYMN 4&- P. M. 7's & 6's. Buy the Truth. C>4 O thou in life's fair morning, jg Go, in thy bloom of youth, And buy for thy adorning, The precious pearl of truth. 40 46 APPENDIX. Secure this heavenly treasure, And bind it on thy heart, And let no worldly pleasure E'er cause it to depart, 2. Go, while the day-star shineth, Go, while thy heart is light, Go, ere thy strength declineth, While every sense is bright. Sell all thou hast and buy it, 'Tis worth all earthly things- Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, Sceptres, and crowns of kings. 3. Go, ere the cloud of sorrow, Steal o'er the bloom of youth ; Defer not till to-morrow, Go now and buy the Truth, Go, seek thy great Creator, Learn early to be wise ; Go, place upon the altar, A morning sacrifice. V HlTUirtf 46. p - M - 4 lines, ll's. J. F. W. The Convert's Farewell. 1. rTP° a] l the vain pleasures of Earth's dreary life, . M. To sin, and its snares, and its natural strife ; To sinful companions the words I must tell ; I'm following Jesus — so friends, fare-you-well. Chorus — Farewell, my companions, I bid you adieu— I'm following Jesus— Oh come along too. 2. In folly and sinning I long took delight — I knew all the while 1 was not doing right; I turn'd a deaf ear to the offers of grace, Tjjl Jesus unveiled his beauteous face. Farewell. Sre 41 APPENDIX. 47 J. Then wept I and pray'd o'er my sin and my guilt, That I had caus'd Jesus' blood to be spilt, Oh, " what shall I do to be saved !" was my cry— " Lord, save, or I perish— Lord, save, or I die I" Farewell, 8{C. . He look'd and he pitied, and softly replied ; " For you I have suffer' d, for you I have died ; "Your sins, which are many, I now all forgive ; 44 Go forth sin no more, and my blessings receive." Farewell, Sfc. . I rose from my weeping, and laugh'd in its stead 5 My soul was so happy, I nothing did heed — 'Twas Jesus my Saviour and Jesus my friend — All glory to Him, from beginning to end. Farewell, SfC. HYMN 47. P. m. 12, 12, 12, 12. WHEN the last trumpet's sound shakes the earth all around, Then the saints shall arise and ascend to the skies, There to see Him who died, with his glorious bride, And to praise him forever by Immanuel's side. hokus — Hallelujah to Jesus — again and again ! J We'll praise him forever — amen and amen ! • To the Lamb that was slain, but that liveth again, Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! forever ! he reigns I There the Patriarchs all, and the Prophets great and small, In one company join singing praises divine, To the Lamb that was slain, but has risen again, And ascended to heaven in triumph to reign. The Apostolic bands with their uplifted hands Give to Jesus the praise of Salvation by Grace ; 42 18 APPENDIX. While the Martyrs that bled, shall have crowns on their head, And from glory to glory by Jesus be led. I. Now array'd all in white Saints and Angels unite, And in ecstacy gaze on the ' Ancient of Days,' In melodious lays all their voices they raise, And all heaven is filled with ImmanuePs praise. >. Now redemption they sing to their glorious king ; All their voices they raise while the Angels sing praise — To the Lamb that was slain but has risen again Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! forever I he reigns ! ITOI]V48. p - M - 10 > 9 ,io, 7,10, 10,10, 7. When I am Gone. • C« HE D not a tear °' er y° ur friend's early bier, »S When I am gone— when I am gone- Smile if the slow tolling bell you should hear, When I am gone— I am gone. Weep not for me when you stand round my grave ; Think who has died his beloved to save ; Think of the crown all the ransomed shall have, When I am gone— I am gone. ' Shed not a tear when you stand round my grave, When I am gone — when I am gone — Sing a sweet song unto him who doth save, When I am gone — I am gone. Sing to the Lamb who on earth once was slain ; Sing to the Lamb who in heaven doth reign ; Sing till the world shall be filled with his name ; When I am gone— I am gone. . Plant ye a tree which may wave over me, When I am gone — when I am gone — Sing ye a song if my grave you should see, When I am gone — I am gone. 43 APPENDIX. 49 Come at the cose of a bright summer day ; Come when the sun sheds its last ling'ring ray ; Come and rejoice that I thus pass'd away, When I am gone— I am gone. HYMItf 49. p - M - 8 lines, 8's. Cfimp Meeting. 1. "WT^NCAMP'D in thy presence dear Lord, JCi We wait thy salvation to see, - The woods shall re-echo the praise Of Him who hath suffered for me. The hills, and the rocks, and the floods, Shall vocal become with thy name, And sinners brought home to their Lord, His power and glory proclaim. 2. The bones in the valley are dry, • Yet Lord we believe they may live, Breathe on them Thou spirit of power, Immortal vitality give. Enthron'd on the wings of the wind, Lo Jesus comes flying abroad, He breathes, and a shaking is heard, He speaks, and to life they're restor'd. 3. The day of Salvation is come, Ye ransom'd in Jesus rejoice, Ye feeble on Jesus repose, Ye silent ones lift up your voice, Ye Angels who hover around, Ye spirits from bondage set free, Come help us his love to proclaim, Who suffer'd and groan'd on the tree. 4. The stammering tongue he hath loos'd, I'll praise Him, assist me to praise, My soul and my body are thine, My time, and my talents, and days. 44 50 APPENDIX. Dear Jesus if more I possess'd, With joy I the whole would resign, ■> These mites in thy mercy accept, And seal me eternally thine. HTOIIV 50. p - M - 6 > 5 > 6 > 5- Lovely Morning. 1. np|HE last lovely morning, JB. All blooming aud fair ; Is fast onward fleeting, And soon will appear; While the mighty, mighty, mighty trumpet satin come, come away, O ! let us be ready to hail the glad day. 2. And when that bright morning In splendor shalf dawn, Our tears will be ended, Our sorrows all gone ; While the mighty, S^c. '•a 3. The Bridegroom from glory To earth shall descend ; Ten thousand bright angels Around him attend. While the mighty, fyc. 4. The graves will be open'd, The dead will arise, And with the Redeemer Mount up to the skies. While the mighty, fyc. 5. The saints then immortal, In glory shall reign ! The Bride with the Bridegroom Forever remain. While the mighty, Src. 45 APPENDIX. 51 HYMlV5i.P.M.41ines,ll's. The Rock that is higher than I. 1. ¥N seasons of grief to my God I'll repair, P When my heart's overwhelmed with sorrow and care ; From the end of the earth unto thee will I cry, /Lead me to the rock that is higher than I — Higher than I, S?c. 2. When Satan, my foe, cometh in like a flood, To drive my poor soul from the fountain of God, I'll pray to the Saviour who kindly did die, Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Higher than I, <5"C. 3. When tempted by Satan the spirit to grieve, And the service of Christ, my Redeemer to leave, I'll claim my relation to Jesus on high— The Rock of Salvation, that's higher than I ! Higher than I, Sfc. 4. O Saviour of sinners, when"faint and depressed, With manifold trials and sorrows oppressed, I'll bow at thy feet, and with confidence cry, "Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I !" Higher than J, Sfc. 5. And when I have ended my pilgrimage here, In Jesus' pure right'ousness let me then appear; In the swelling of Jordan on thee I'll rely, And look to the rock that is higher than I. Higher than I, S(C. 6. And when the last trumpet shall sound through the sky> And th' dead from the dust of the earth shall arise ; With millions I'll join far above yonder sky, To praise the kind rock that is higher than I. Higher than 1, cf-e. 46 APPENDIX. 57 Of its wonders and pleasures untold, But what must it be, to be there ? 3. We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within, But what must it be, to be there ? 4. We speak of its service of love, Of the robes which the glorified wear, Of the church of the first-born above, But what must it be, to be there ? 5. Do thou Lord, 'midst sorrow and woe, Still for heaven my spirit prepare, And shortly I also shall know, And feel what it is, to be there ? WSMX 57. Jesus is there. 1. fTgr ASTE my dull soul arise- JtSL Shake off thy care ; Press to thy native skies — Might/ in prayer. Christ, he has gone before, Count all thy sufferings o'er ; He all thy burdens bore- Jesus is there. 2. Souls for the marriage feast, Robed and prepared ; — Holy must be such guests ; Jesus is there f Saints, wear your victory palms, Chant your celestial psalms ; Bride of the Lamb, thy charms, Oh ! let me wear. 51 58 APPENDIX. 3. Heaven's bliss is perfect, pure — Jesus is there ! Heaven's bliss is ever sure — Thou art its heir. What makes its joys complete — What makes its hymns so sweet ; There we our friends will greet — Jesus is there. HYMIV 58. p - M - 8 > 6 > g > 6 > 8 > 8 > 7 > 6- The Cross and Crown. 1. IWIfUST Simon bear his cross alone, JjfJi And all the world go free 1 No ! there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. Yes, there's a cross on Calvary, Through which by faith the crown I see ; To me 'tis pardon bringing — O ! that's the crown for me. 2. How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here, But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. Yes, perfect love will dry the tear, And cast out all tormenting fear, Which round my heart is clinging — O ! that's the love for me, &c. 3. We'll bear the consecrated cross, Till from the cross we're free ; And then go home to wear the crown, For there's a crown for me: Yes, there's a crown in heav'n above, The purchase of my Saviour's love, For me at his appearing — • O ! that's the crown for me, &c. 52 APPENDIX. HYM^ 50- C. M. 8, 6, 8, 6. But two Ways. 1. fW^HERE is a path that leads to God; JB_ All others go astray ; Narrow, but pleasant is the road, And Christians love the way, 2. It leads straight through this world of sin, And dangers must be past ; But those who boldly walk therein Will come to heaven at last. 3. While the broad road where thousands go, Lies near, and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know,_ To walk with sinners there. 4. But lest my feeble steps should slide, Or wander from thy way, Lord, condescend to be my guide, ,And I shall never stray. MITMM 60. L- M. 8, 8, 8, 8. 1. J~B7 ION, awake ! — thy strength renew, M_A Put on thy robes of beauteous hue ; Church of our God, arise and shine, Bright with the beams of truth divine ! 2. Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, Wide as the heathen nations are ; Gentiles and kings thy light shall view ; All shall admire and love thee too. 3. Then shall thy name Hepzibah be— \ Jehovah shall delight in thee ; Bulah, thy land shall we then call, And Abr'ham's god be all in all. 53 ». T &2 APPENDIX. HYM ©l.c.M. Praise for the Fountain opened. — Zech. xiii, 1. HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from ImmanuePs veins : And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2. The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; And thousands there as vile as he, Have washed their sins away. 3. Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransom'd Church of God Are sav'd to sin no more. 4. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy pow'r to save,. When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue, Lies silent in the grave. HYMI 62. V- M. 8, 6, 8, 6. 1. TTESUS ! thou art the sinner's Friend, SjP As such I look to thee ; Now in the bowels of thy love, O, Lord ! remember me. 2. Remember thy pure word of grace, , Remember Calvary ; Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me. 54 APPENDIX. 63 3./Thou wondrous Advocate of God ! / I yield myself to thee ; While thou art sitting on thy throne, \ O, Lord ! remember me. 4. I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, Yet thy salvation's free ; Then, in thy alt-abounding grace, O, Lord! remember me. 5. Howe'er forsaken or distress'd, Howe'er oppfess'd I be, Howe'er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me. ft And when I dose my eyes in death, And creature helps all flee, Then, O, my great Redeemer ; God I I pray, remember me. fiYffl 63. s - M— DWIGHT. t. T LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, I The house of thine abode, The church our bless'd Redeemer sav'd With his own precious blood. 2. I love thy church, O God ; Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. & For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. <$. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 55 64 APPENDIX. 5. Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. 6. Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. HYMIV 04. s - M.— Montgomery. 1. |T|kH where shall rest be found, \J Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound — Or pierce to either pole I 2. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to" live, iMor all of death to die. 3. Beyond this vale of tears, There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years, And all that life is love. 4. There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath :— Oh what eternal horrors hang Around ' the second death I' 5. Thou God of truth and grace ! Teach us that death to shun ; Lest we be banished from thy face, Forevermore undone. 56 APPENDIX. 66 HYMI¥ 65. c - m. True Zeal. 1. fTirEAL is that pure and heavenly flame £j The fire of love supplies ; While that which often bears the name Is self in a disguise. 2. True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear ; The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild, And breathes revenge and war. 3. Self may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here ; But zeal the best applause will gain, When Jesus shall appear. 4. O Lord, the idol self, dethrone, And from our hearts remove ; And let no zeal by us be shown, But that which springs from love. HYM ©6. s - M. 1. nnHOU Judge of quick and dead, JhL Before whose bar severe, With holy joy or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear. 2. Our cautioned souls prepare For that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray, 3. To pray and wait the hour. That awful hour unknown, . When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down, 57 68 APPENDIX. 4. To damp our earthly joys, T' increase our gracious fears, Forever let the archangel's voice, . Be sounding in our ears. 5. O may we all be found Obedient to thy word, Attentive to the gospel's sound, And looking for our Lord. HYMW 67. p - M - 7 's- 1. "Hjff OLY Bible ! book divine ! JOL Precious treasure, thou art mine ! Mine, to tell me whence I came ; Mine, to teach me what I am ; 2. Mine, to chide me when I rove ; Mine, to show a Saviour's love ; MMe, art thou, to guide my feet ; Mine to judge, condemn, acquit ; 3. Mine, to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless ; Mine, to show, by living faith, Man can triumph over death ; 4. Mine, to tell of joys to come, And the rebel shifter's doom ; O thou precious book divine ! Precious treasure, thou art mine. HYM tf 8. c - M - 8, 6, 8, Inspiration. HOW precious is the book divine By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide olit souls to heav'ft. APPENDIX. 2. It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light and joy it still imparts. And quells our rising fear. 3. This lamp through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the cheering light Of an eternal day. HYMN 69. Mercy's Free. 1. TjY faith I view my Saviour dying, jD> On the tree, on the tree ; To every nation he is crying, Look on me, look on me. He bids the guilty now draw neat, Repent, believe, dismiss their fear, Hark ! hark ! what precious words I 6ear, Mercy's free, mercy's free. 2. Did Christ when I was sin pursuing, Pity me, pity me ; And did he snatch my soul from ruin, Can it be, can it be. O yes, he did salvation bring, He is my prophet priest and king, And now my happy soul can sing, Mercy's free, mercy's free. 3. Jesus my weary soul refreshes, Mercy's free, mercy's free ; And every moment Christ is precious, Unto me, unto me. None can describe the bliss I prove, While through the wilderness I rove, All may enjoy the Saviour's love, Mercy's free, mercv's free. 59 70 APPENDIX. 4. This precious truth ye sinners hear it, Mercy's free, mercy's free ; Ye ministers of God declare it — Mercy's free, mercy's free. Visit the heathen's dark abode, Proclaim to all the love of God, And spread the glorious news abroad, Mercy's free, mercy's free. 5. Long as I live I'll still be crying, Mercy's free, mercy's free ; And this shall be my theme when dying, Mercy's free, mercy's free. And when the vale of death I've past, When lodg'd above the stormy blast, I'll sing while endless ages last, Mercy's free, mercy's free. HYM 70. 9- M - 1. A ND let our feeble bodies fail, _£%_ And let them faint and die ; We soon shall quit this mournful vale And soar to worlds on high ; 2. Shall join the disembodi'd saints, And find our long-sought rest, That only bliss for which we pant, In the Redeemer's breast. 3. In hope of that immortal crown, We now the cross sustain ; And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain. 4. We suffer on our threescore years, Till our I/eiiv'rer come, And wipe away his servants' tears, And take his exiles home. 60 APPENDIX. 71 5. O, what are all our suff 'rings here, If, Lord, thou count us meet, With that emaptur'd host t' appear, And worship at thy feet ? 6. Give joy or grief, give ease or pa'n, Take life or friends away ; But let us meet our friends again, In that eternal day. In heaven are no partings. 1. TT»RETHREN and sisters, we must part, JO> And to our callings go ; But let us still be one in heart, Whilst we remain below. We're marching' thro' Immanuel's ground! We soon shall hear the trumpet's sound ; And then with Jesus shall we meet, And never, never part again. — What ! never part again ? — JVo ; never part again. — What ! never parUagain ? — No ; never part again ! But there we shall each other greet, And never, never part again ? 2. Below we all may meet no more ; But we shall meet above, Where pains and partings are no more — In the blest world of love! 3. With Christ we shall in Paradise, To endless ages dwell, Where saints rejoice in ceaseless strains, And never say, "Farewell." 61 72 APPENDIX. HIM 72. c. m. 1. TfOY is a fruit that will not grow 9 jp In nature's barren soil ; ■ All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil. 2. But where the Lord has planted grace, And makes his glories known, The fruits of heav'nly joy and peace Are found, and there alone. 3. A bleeding Saviour seen by faith, A sense of pard'ning love, A hope that triumphs over death, Gives joys like those above. 4. To take a glimpse within the vail, To know that God is mine ; Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakable ! divine ! 5. These are the joys which satisfy, And sanctify the mind ; Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind. 6. No more, believers, mourn your lot, But since you are the Lord's, Resign to them that know him not, Such joys as earth affords. 62 '-^ mmmrnm