Church Songbook

PUBLIC WORSHIP

1C.M.[Marlow.

Awake, awake the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th' Eternal Word.

That awful Word, that sov'reign Power,
By whom the worlds were made,
(O happy morn! illustrious hour!)
Was once in flesh arrayed.

Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left His throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.

To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.

Adoring angels tune their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

2C.M.[Jerome.

How shall we praise th' Eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend His high abode,
Or venture near His throne?

The great Invisible! He dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But His all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.

Those watchful eyes that never sleep,
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.

Speak we of strength? His arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years His life prolong,
And endless is His joy.

He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters His decrees;
Firm as a rock His truth remains
To guard His promises.

Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God;
While mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.

Bought with the blood which freely flow'd
From our Immanuel's veins;
Which His free love on us bestowed,
To wash away our stains.

Now may that love, Immortal King,
Speak some forgiving word,
To animate our hearts to sing
The glories of the Lord.

3S.M.[Albion.

Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing!
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at His throne!
Come, bow before the Lord!
We are His works and not our own;
He formed us by His word.

To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God!

But if your ears refuse
The language of His grace,
And hearts grow hard, like stubbern man,
That unbelieving race,

The Lord in vengeance dressed,
Will lift His hand and swear—
"You that despised my promised rest,
Shall have no portion there."

4C.M.[Brown.

Come, let us all unite to praise
The Saviour of mankind!
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices joined.

But how shall dust His worth declare
When angels try in vain;
Their faces veil when they appear
Before the Son of Man?

O Lord, we cannot silent be;
By love we are constrained
To offer our best things to Thee,
Our Saviour and our Friend.

Though feeble are our best essays,
Thy love will not dispise
Our grateful songs of humble praise,
Our well-meant sacrifice.

Let every tongue Thy goodness show,
And spread abroad Thy fame;
Let ev'ry heart with praise o'flow,
And bless Thy sacred name.

Worship and honer, thanks and love
Be to our Jesus given!
By men below, by hosts above,
By all in earth and heaven!

5C.M.[Arlington.

How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"

I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show His milder face.

Up to her courts with joy unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The son of David holds His throne,
And sits in judgement there.

He hears our praises and complaints;
And while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blessed!

My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

6C.M.[Evan.

Come, happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious songs!
Come, tender to Almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues!

So strange, so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,
The Father sent His equal Son
To give them life again

Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed
With a revenging rod;
No hard commissions to perform,
The vengeance of a God!

But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.

Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die!

See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept Thine offered grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

7S.M.[Sandusky.

My Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
The lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is Thine

Now make Thy glory known,
Gird on Thy dreadful sword,
And rise in majesty to spread,
The conquest of Thy word.

Strike through Thy stubbern foes,
Or make their hearts obey,
While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend Thy glorious way.

Thy laws, O God are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand,
And Thy victorious Gospel prove
A sceptre in Thy hand.

[Thy Fath and Thy God,
Hath without measure shed
His Spirit, like a grateful oil,
T' anoint Thy sacred head.]

[Behold, at Thy right hand
The Gentile Church is seen,
A beauteous bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.]

Fair bride, receive His love,
Forget thy Father's house;
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay the Lord thy vows!

O let the God and King
The sweetest thoughts employ;
The children shall His honor sing,
And taste the heavenly joy.

8C.M.[Dublin.

With reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at His Word.

How terrible Thy glories rise!
How bright Thine armies shine!
Where is the power with Thee that vies,
Of truth compared with Thine?

The northern pole and southern rest
On Thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at Thy command.

Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep:
Thou makest sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

Heav'n, earth, and air, and seas are Thine,
And the dark world of hell:
They saw Thine arm in vengeance shine
When Egypt durst rebel.

Justice and judgment are Thy throne,
Yet wondrous is Thy grace;
While truth and mercy joined in one,
Invite us near Thy face.

9C.M.[Mear.

Oonce more we come before our God,
Once more His blessings ask;
Oh! may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task.

Father, Thy quick'ning Spirit send
From heav'n in Jesus' name,
To make our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

May we receive the word we hear,
Each in an honest heart;
Hoard up the precious tresure there,
And never with it part.

To seek Thee all our hearts dispose,
To each Thy blessings suit;
And let the seed Thy servant sows,
Produce a copious fruit.

Bid the refreshing north wind wake!
Say to the south wind, blow!
Let every plant the power partake,
And all the garden grow.

Revive the parch'd with heavenly show'rs,
The cold with warmth divine;
And as the benefit is ours,
Be all the glory Thine.

10L.M.[Old Hundred.

To god, the great, the ever blessed,
Let songs of honer be addressed;
His mercy firm forever stands—
Give Him the thanks His love demands.

Who knows the wonders of Thy ways?
Who shall fulfill Thy boundless praise?
Blessed are the souls that fear Thee still,
And pay their duty to Thy will.
Remember what Thy mercy did
For Jacob's race, Thy chosen seed:
And with the same salvation bless
The meanest suppliant of Thy grace.

O may I see Thy tribes rejoice,
And aid their triumphs with my voice;
This is my glory, Lord, to be
Joined to Thy saints and near to Thee.

11Meter 5.[Tremont.

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with Himself to live.
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of His own hands.
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will you cross His love and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why;
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died Himself that ye might live.
Will you let Him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight His grace and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why;
He who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace Hos love.
Will ye not His grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, you long-sought sinners, why
Will you grieve your God and die?

Dead already, dead within,
Spiritually 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 ye forever die?

12C.M.[Marlow.

Come, children, learn to fear the Lord:
And, that your days be long,
Let not a false or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue!

Depart from mischief—practice love:
Pursue the works of peace;
So shall the Lord your ways approve,
And set your souls at ease.

His eyes awake to guard the just;
His ears attend their cry;
When broken spirits dwell in dust,
The God of grace is nigh.

What tho' the sorrows here they taste,
Are sharp and tedious, too,
The Lord who saves them all at last,
Is their supporter now!

Evil shall smite the wicked dead,
But God secures His own;
Prevents the mischief when they slide,
Or heals the broken bone.

When desolation, like a flood,
O'er the proud sinner rolls,
Saints find a refuge in their God,
For He redeemed their souls.

13L.M.[Loving Kindness.

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise,
He justly claims a song from thee,
His loving kindness, oh how free!

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving kindness, oh how great!

Though numerous hosts of mighty foes;
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving kindness, oh how strong!

When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Hath gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving kindness, oh how good!

Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I oft have Him forgot,
His loving kindness changes not.

Soon shall I pass this gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail:
O! may my last expiring breath,
His loving kindness sing in death.

Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving kindness in the skies.

14L.M.[Devotion.

Bless, O my soul, the living God!
Call home thy tho'ts that rove abroad;
Let all the pow'rs within me join,
In work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul, the God of grace!
His favor claims the highest praise;
Why should the wonders He hath wrought,
Be lost in silence and forgot?

'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son,
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

The vices of the mind He heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels;
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting lives from threat'ning graves

Our youth decayed His power repairs,
His mercy crowns our growing years,
He fills our store with every good,
And feeds our soul with heavenly food.

He sees th' oppressor and th' oppressed,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
But will His justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.

[His pow'r He showed by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel His commands;
But sent His truth and mercy down
To all the nations, by His Son.]

Let the whole earth His power confess,
Let the whole earth adore His grace;
The Gentile and the Jew shall join,
In work and worship so divine.

15C.M.[Solon—Jerome.

Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive, with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind:

Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision tast.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry:

Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows
Like floods of milk and wine.

[Ye perishing and robeless poor,
Who work with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin.

Come robeless, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God;
Wrought by the labors of His Son,
And dyed in His own blood.]

Dear God! the treasures of Thy love,
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.

The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

16Meter 5.[Welton.

Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word:
Jesus speaks, He speaks to thee;
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?

"I delivered thee when bound,
And when bleeding healed thy wound:
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

"Can a mother's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

"Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher then the heights above:
Deeper than the deeps beneath;
Free and faithful, strong as death.

"Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done:
Partner of my throne shall be:
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"

Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore!
Oh for grace to love Thee more!

17S.M.[Gerar.

Behold, the lofty sky,
Declares its Maker, God;
And all the starry works on high
Proclaim His power abroad.

The darkness and the light
Still keep their course the same;
While night to day, and day to night,
Divinely teach His name.

In every different land,
Their general voice is known;
They show the wanders of His hand,
And orders of His throne.

Ye Christian lands, rejoice;
Here He reveals His Word;
We are not left to nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.

His statutes and commands
Are set before our eyes;
He puts His gospel in our hands,
Where our salvation lies.

His laws are just and pure,
His truth without deceit;
His promises forever sure,
And His rewards are great.

(Not honey to the taste
Affords so much delight;
Nor gold that has the furnace passed,
So much allures the sight.)

While of Thy works I sing,
Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praise, my God, my King,
In my Redeemer's name.

18L.M.[Hebron.

Where two or three with sweet accord,
Obedient to their sovereign Lord,
Meet to recount His acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise,

"There," says the Saviour, "will I be,
Amid this little company;
To them unveil my smiling face,
And shed my glories round the place."

We meet at Thy command, dear Lord,
Relying on Thy faithful Word;
Now send Thy Spirit from above—
Now fill our hearts with heavenly love!

19S.M.[Lake Enon.

How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who brings salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

How charming is their voice!
How sweet their tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour King!
He reigns and triumphs here.

How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought but never found!

How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs
And deserts learn the joy.

The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

20C.M.[Coronation.

All hail, the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His alter call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

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.

Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Babes, men and sires, who know His love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now join with all the hosts above,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

O, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall!
We'll join that everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

21C.M.[Balerma—Solon.

Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

'Tis He adorned my sinful soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor, polluted worm,
He makes His graces shine.

And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

The spirit wrought by faith and love,
And hope, and every grace;
But Jesus spent His life to work
The robe of righteousness.

Strangly, my soul, art thou arrayed
By the great sacred THREE!
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.

22L.M. [Hebron—Devotion.

Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and He destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.

We are His people, we His care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honor shall we raise,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name!

We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise:
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

23S.M.[Sandusky.

Now is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?

Now is th' accepted time,
The Gospel bids you come;
And every promise in His Word
Declares there yet is room.

Now is th' accepted time,
O sinners! why delay?
Come while the gospel trumpet sounds,
Come in th' accepted day!

All yesterday is gone!
To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come without delay;
To bow before the throne!

O, hear His voice to-day,
And harden not your heart,
To-morrow, with a frown, He may
Pronounce the word—depart!

Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with Thy love;
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above.

24C.M.[Salvation.

Young people all, attention give,
And hear what I shall say;
I wish your souls with Christ to live,
In everlasting day.
Remeber, you are hast'ning on
To death's dark gloomy shade;
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.

Death's iron gate you must pass through,
Ere long, my dear young friends;
With whom, then, do you think to go—
With saints or fiery fiends?
Pray, meditate before too late,
While in a Gospel land;
Behold King Jesus at the gate,
Most lovingly doth stand.

Young men, how can you turn your face
From such a glorious friend?
Will you pursue your dangerous ways?
O don't you fear the end?
Will you pursue your dangerous road
Which leads to death and hell?
Will you refuse all peace with God,
With devils there to dwell?

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;
Where you the least relief can't find,
To mitigate your pain;
You good things all be left behind—
Your souls in death remain.

Young people all, I pray then view,
The fountain opened wide;
The spring of life opened for sin,
Which flowed from Jesus' side.
There you may drink in endless joy,
And reign with Christ your King;
In His glad notes your souls employ,
And hallelujahs sing.

25C.M. [Arlington—Memphis.

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause?
Or blush to speak His name?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight—if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil—endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine

26C.M.[Mendota.

Lord, at Thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Saviour here;
O make our joys the same.

With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was filled,
When fondly, in his withered arms,
He clasped the holy Child!

"Now I can leave this world," he cried,
"Behold Thy servant dies;
I'v seen Thy great salvation, Lord,
And close my peaceful eyes.

"This is the light prepared to shine
Upon the Gentile lands,
Thine Israel's glory, and their hopes,
To break their slavish bands."

[Jesus! the vision of Thy face
Hath overpowering charms;
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.

Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.]

27Meter 11. [Expostulation.

Come, chilren of Zion, and help us to sing,
Loud anthems of praise to our Saviour and King,
Whose life once was given our souls to redeem,
And bring us to heaven, to reign there with Him.

In regions of darkness and sorrow and pains,
We all lay in ruin, in prison and chains;
But Jesus has bought us with His precious blood,
The ransom provided to bring us to God.

O come to the Saviour and take up the cross—
Seek treasures in heaven, count all else but loss:
His mercy invites us, then let us comply—
O why should we linger when He is so nigh?

We'll fear not the dangers that lie in our way—
His arm will protect us by night and by day;
And this we must suffer and patiently bear,
till Jesus shall take us where suff'rings are o'er.

28L.M.[Clarence.

Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.

Ashamed of Jesus? sooner far
Let evening blsuh to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus? just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon.
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee.

Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.

Ashamed of Jesus? yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

His institutions would I prize,
Take up my cross, the shame despise!
Dare to defend His noble cause,
And yield obedience to His laws.

29L.M.[Salem.

My hope, my all, my Saviour Thou,
To Thee, lo, now my soul I bow;
I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart,
I feel Thee, Saviour, in my heart.

Be Thou my strengt, be Thou my way,
Protect me through my life's short day;
In all my acts my wisdom guide,
And keep me, Saviour, near Thy side.

Correct, reprove, and comfort me,
As I have need, my Saviour, be;
And if I would from Thee depart,
Then clasp me, Saviour, to Thy heart.

In fierce temptation's darkest hour,
Save me from sin, and Satan's power;
Tear every idol from Thy throne,
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone.

My suffering time shall soon be o'er,
Then shall I sigh and weep no more;
My ransomed soul shall soar away,
To sing Thy praise in endless day.

30L.M.[Old Hundred.

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy Word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till sun shall rise and set no more.

Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name.

In every land begin the song,
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sound all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

31C.M.[Condescension.

Come, Thou desire of all Thy saints,
Our humble strains attend,
While with our praises and complaints,
Low at Thy feet we bend!

When we Thy wondrous glories hear,
And all Thy sufferings trace,
What sweetly awful scenes appear!
What ruch unbounded grace!

How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls on wings of love
Mount upward to the skies!

Come, Lord, Thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame!
Then shall our lips resound Thy praise,
Our hearts adore Thy name.

Dear Saviour, let Thy glory shine,
And fill Thy dwellings here,
Till life and love and joy divine,
And heaven on earth appear.

32C.M.[Philips.

Again our earthly cares we leave,
And to Thy courts repair;
Again with joyful feet we come,
To meet our Saviour here.

Within these walls let holy peace,
And love and concord dwell,
Here give the troubled conscience ease—
The wounded spirit heal.

The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.

May we in faith receive Thy Word,
In faith present our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.

Show us some token of Thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour Thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

33C.M.[Balerma—Elkhart.

With sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love.

Before the awful throne we bow,
Of heaven's Almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

While in Thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear;
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

With fervor teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

34S.M.[Golden Hill.

Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And those rejoicing eyes.

The King Himself comes near,
And feasts His saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see Him here,
And love and praise and pray.

One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter then ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

35S.M.[Strand.

Assist Thy servant, Lord,
The Gospel to proclaim;
Let pow'r and love attend Thy Word,
And every breast inflame.

Bid unbelief depart;
With love his soul inflame;
Take full possession of his heart,
And glorify Thy name.

May stubborn sinners bend
To Thy divine control;
Constrain the wondering to attend,
And make the wounded whole.

Extend Thy conquering arm,
With banner wide unfurlded,
Until Thy glorious grace shall charm,
And harmonize the world.

36L.M.[Portugal.

Thy presence, gracious God, afford,
Prepare us to receive Thy Word;
Now let Thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixed with what we hear.

Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.

To us Thy sacred Word apply,
With sovereign power and energy;
And may we in true faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.

37C.M.[Woodland.

O happy is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

For she has treasures greater far
Then east or west unfold;
More precious are her bright rewards
Then gems or stores of gold.

Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,
And heavenly crowns displays.

And as her holy labors rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

38L.M.[Rockingham.

Let me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me;
When I am weak, then I am strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

I can do all things, or can bear
All suff'ring, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingled with the pains,
While grace divine my heart sustains.

39C.M.[Azmon.

Jesus, Thy blessings are not few,
Nor is Thy Gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow the haughty Greek.

Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,
Does Thy salvation flow;
'Tis not confined to race or age,
The lofty or the low.

While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretense
To perish in despair.

Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew;
Hsi Gospel and His heart have room
For rebels such as you.

40C.M. [Evening Twilight.

I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend His cause,
Maintain the honor of His Word,
The glory of His cross.

Jesus, my God! I know His name—
His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my soul be lost.

Firm as His throne His promise stands,
And He can well secure
What I've committed to His hands
Till the dicisive hour.

Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

41Meter 7. [King of Glory.

Come, ye sinners, come to Jesus;
Think upon your gracious Lord;
He has pitied your condition,
He has sent His Gospel Word;
Mercy calls you;
Mercy flows in Jesus' blood.

Dearest Saviour, help Thy servant
To proclaim Thy wondrous love;
Pour Thy grace upon this people,
That Thy truth they may approve;
Bless, O bless them,
From Thy shining courts above.

Now Thy gracious Word invites them
To partake the Gospel feast;
Let Thy Spirit sweetly draw them,
Every soul be Jesus' guest:
O receive us!
Let us find Thy promised rest.

42Meter 13.[Pilgrim.

Help Thy servant, gracious Lord,
Who comes in Jesus' name:
Only Thou canst strength afford,
Thy Gospel to proclaim;
Grant his soul a heavenly ray,
Fill his heart with holy fire,
Help Thy servant, Lord, we pray,
Regard our soul's desire.

Chorus:
O, for sanctifiying grace!
O, for love's inspiring power!
Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake,
A sweet refreshing shower.

Give us to receive thy Word,
With love, and joy, and fear;
Grant Thy quick'ning grace, O Lord,
On all assembled here;
Seal the truth on all to-day;
All our hearts with heaven inspire;
Help Thy servant, Lord, we pray—
Regard our soul's desire.
O, for sanctifying grace, &c.

43C.M.[Jerome.

Now is the time, th' accepted hour,
O sinners, come away;
The Saviour's knocking at your door,
Arise without delay!

Oh! don't refuse to give Him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw;
He will in robes of vengeance come,
To execute His law.

Then where, poor mortals, will you be,
If destitute of grace,
When you your injured Judge shall see,
And stand before His face?

Oh, could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?

The dead awaked must all appear,
And you among them stand,
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraigned at Christ's left hand.

Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list'ning ear;
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapped in keen despair.

44S.M. [St. Thomas—Aylesbury.

Lord, at Thy sacred feet,
With joy would we appear;
Within Thy earthly temple meet,
To see Thy glory here.

We come to worship Thee,
For Thou art God alone;
In humble prayer to bend the knee
Before Thy holy throne.

Thy word is our delight,
Thy truth will make us free;
'Tis from Thyself a heavenly light,
It leads our souls to Thee.

Thy goodness we behold,
While in Thy presence, Lord;
Thy wondrous truth and love unfold—
The treasures of Thy word.

In all our meetings here,
Our souls are blessed with good;
Thou wilt to waiting minds be near,
And give Thy children food.

So will we render praise
To Thee, the God of love;
With pleasure walk in all Thy ways,
Till we shall meet above.

45L.M.[Portugal.

"We've no abiding city here"—
This may distress the worldy mind,
But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

"We've no abiding city here"—
Sad truth, were this to be my home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."

"We've no abiding city here"—
Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us hast from all below.

"We've no abiding city here"—
We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name—the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.

46Meter 7.[Happy Zion.

On the mountain top appearing,
Lo, the sacred herald stands;
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands;
Mourning captive,
God Himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful,
All thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning,
Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee,
He Himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here thy boasts and triumphs and;
Great deliverance
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

Peace and joy shall now attend thee,
And thy warfare now is past,
God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee,
Peace and joy are come at last;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.

47C.M.[Dunlap's Creek.

We sing the glories of Thy love,
We sound Thy dreadful name;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

Great God, how wondrous are Thy works
Of vengeance and of grace!
Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true Thy ways!

Who dares refuse to fear Thy name,
Or worship at Thy throne?
Thy judgements speak Thy holiness
Though all the nations known.

Great Babylon that rules the earth,
Drunk with the martyrs' blood,
Her crimes shall speedily wake
The fury of our God.

The cup of wrath is ready mixed,
And she must drink the dregs;
Strong is the Lord, her Sov'reign Judge,
And shall fulfill the plagues.

48L.M.[Devotion.

Comfort, ye ministers of grace,
Comfort the people of your Lord;
O lift ye up the fallen race,
And cheer them by the Gospel Word.

Go into every nation, go,
Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry:
Glad tidings unto all we show;
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh!

Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls, "Prepare;
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,
And means to make His entrance there."

The Lord your God shall quickly come;
Sinners, repent, the call obey;
Open your hearts to make Him room;
Ye desert souls, prepare His way.

The Lord shall clear His way through all;
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,
Crooked be straight, and rugged plain.

The glory of the Lord displayed,
Shall all mankind together view,
And what His mouth in truth hath said,
His own almighty hand shall do.

49L.M.[Rockbridge.

Come, let your voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a Sovereign King; rehearse
His honor in exalted verse.

Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with His word;
He is our Shepherd; we the sheep,
His mercy choose, His pasture keep.

Come, let us hear His voice to-day,
The counsels of His love obey;
Nor let our hardened hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Israel knew.

Israel, that saw His works of grace,
Yet tempt their Maker to His face;
A faithless unbelieving brood,
That tried the patience of their God.

Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove
Forget my power, abuse my love;
Since they despise my rest, I swear,
Their feet shall never enter there."

[Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead,
Attend the offered grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessings by delay.

Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heavenly gates;
Believe, and take the promised rest;
Obey, and be forever blessed.]

50L.M.[Galilee.

High on His everlasting throne,
The King of saints His works surveys,
Marks the dear souls He calls His own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.

He rests well pleased their toils to see,
Beneath His easy yoke they move;
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labor of His love.

See where the servants of the Lord,
A busy multitude, appear;
For Jesus day and night employed,
His heritage they toil to clear.

The love of Christ their heart constrains,
And strengthens their unwearied hands,
They spend their sweat and blood and pains,
To cultivate Immanuel's lands.

Jesus their toil delighted sees,
Their industry vouchsafes to crown;
He kindly gives the wished increase,
And sends the promised blessings down.

The sap of life, the Spirit's powers,
He rains incessant from above;
He all His gracious fullness showers,
To perfect their great work of love.

O multiply the sowers' seed,
And fruit they every hour shall bear;
Throughout the world Thy Gospel spread,
Thine everlasting truth declare!

We then, in perfect love renewed,
Shall know the greatness of Thy power;
Stand in the temple of our God
As pillars, and go out no more.

51L.M.[Supplication.

When Jesus did from Heav'n descend,
He came to be the sinner's friend;
Was moved to pity, love, and grace,
To save the human, fallen race.

It was the kindness of our God,
A precious gift on us bestowed,
To let us know that Jesus is
Our way, our life, and righteousness.

A doctrine of the greatest worth:
The Son of God appeared on earth,
When He assumed our flesh and blood,
And sacrificed Himself to God.

Was it the angels' great delight
To view that wondrous, glorious Light,
The Son of God in flesh arrayed,
For which both kings and prophets prayed?

How highly thankful then ought we
To Him our gracious Saviour be!
Who is our life and righteousness,
Our everlasting joy and peace.

52C.M.[Peterborough.

Come ye that love the Saviour's name,
And join to make it known;
The sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned
With glories all divine;
And tell the wand'ring nations round,
How bright those glories shine.

Infinite pow'r and boundless grace,
In Him unite their rays;
You, that have e'er beheld His face,
Can you forbid His praise?

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.

And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise;
The love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

Oh, happy period! glorious day!
When heav'n and earth shall raise,
With all their pow'rs the raptured lay,
To celebrate Thy praise.

53L.M.[Tender Thought.

Come, weary souls with sin distrest,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.

Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.

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!

Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hope Thy gracious words impart;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.

Dear Saviour, let Thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove!
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

54Meter 17.[Rosefield.

Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in His courts to-day,
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame—
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in Thee.

Here we've come Thy name to praise,
Let us feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in Thy house appear.
Here afford us, Lord, a taste,
Of our everlasting feast.

May the Gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints;
Such let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

55C.M.[Memphis.

Salvation! O the joyful sound,
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A Sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace Divine,
To see a heavenly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Join in to raise the sound.

56L.M.[Salem.

Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord—
Help us to feed upon Thy Word;
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let Thy truth within us live.

Though we are guilty, Thou art good—
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every fettered soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

57Meter 7.[Happy Zion.

Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing—
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O, refresh us!
Traveling though this wilderness.

Thanks we give and adoration,
For the Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation;
In our hearts and lives abound;
May Thy presence
With us evermore be found.

So, when'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay,
May we, ready,
Rise and reign in endless day.

58S.M.[Idumea.

Oonce more before we part,
Oh bless the Saviour's name!
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.

Lord, in Thy grace we came,
That blessing still impart;
We met in Jesus' sacred name,
In Jesus' name we part.

Still on Thy holy Word
We'll live, and feed, and grow;
And still go on to know the Lord,
And practice what we know.

Now, Lord before we part,
Help us to bless Thy name:
Let every tongue and every heart
Adore and praise the same.

59S.M.[Sandusky.

The swift declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade
Gains on the western sky.

Ye mortals, mark its pace,
And use the hours of light,
For know its Maker can command
An instant, endless night.

Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the rolling sphere,
Submissive at His footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.

Then shall new lustre break
Through all the dismal gloom,
And lead you to unchanging light,
In your celestial home.

60Meter 4.[Charleston.

Prince of Peace, be ever near us,
Fix in all our hearts Thy home:
With Thy blessed presence cheer us,
Let Thy sacred kingdom come.

Raise to heav'n our expectations,
Give our favored souls to prove
Glorious and complete salvation,
In the realms of bliss above.

May the grace of Christ, our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us from above.

Thus may we abide in union,
With each other and the Lord;
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

61Meter 4.[Merrick.

Jesus, grant us all a blessing,
Send it down, Lord, from above;
Give us each a heart of prayer,
Help us to rejoice in love!
Farewell, brethren—farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet above.

Jesus, pardon all our follies
While together we have been;
Make us humble, make us holy,
Cleanse us all from every sin.
Farewell, brethren—farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.

May Thy blessings, Lord go with us,
To each one's respective home,
And the presence of our Jesus
Rest upon us every one!
Farewell, brethren—farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet at home.

62L.M.[WindHam.

Almighty Father! bless the word,
Which through Thy grace we now have heard;
O may the precious seed take root,
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit.

We praise Thee for the means of grace,
Thus in Thy courts to seek Thy face;
Grant, Lord, that we who worship here,
May all at length in heaven appear.

NATIVITY OF CHRIST

63C.M.[Azmon.

On Judah's plains as shepherds sat,
Watching their flocks by night,
The angel of the Lord appeared,
Clad in celestial light.

Awe-struck, the vision they regard,
Appelled with trembling fear;
When thus a cherub-voice divine
Breathed sweetly on their ear.

"Shepherds of Judah, cease your fears
And calm your troubled mind;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.

"This day Almighty love fulfills
Its great eternal word;
This day is born in Bethlehem
A Saviour—Christ the Lord.

"There you shall find the heavenly Babe,
In humble weeds arrayed;
And meanly wrapped in swaddling clothes,
And in a manger laid."

He ceased, and suddenly around,
Appeared a radiant throng
Of angels praising God, and thus
Warbling their choral song.

"Glory to God, from whom on high
All gracious mercies flow!
Who sends His heav'n-descended peace,
To dwell with man below."

64C.M.[Politz.

Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

On Him the Spirit largely poured,
Exerts His sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He comes from thickest films of vice,
To clear the inward sight;
And on the eyes obscured by sin,
To pour celestial light.

He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace
T' enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

65S.M.Albion.

Rejoice in Jesus' birth!
To us a Son is given;
To us a child is born on earth,
Who made both earth and heaven.

He reigns above the sky—
This universe sustains;
The God supreme, the Lord most high,
The King Messiah reigns!

Th' Almighty God is He,
Author of heavenly bliss!
The Father of Eternity,
The glorious Prince of Peace!

His government shall grow,
From strength to strength proceed;
His righteousness the church o'eflow,
And all the earth o'espread.

66Meter 19. [The Church's Desolation.

Ye nations all, on you I call,
Come, hear this declaration,
And don't refuse the glorious news
Of Jesus and salvation.
To royal Jews came first the news
Of Christ the great Messiah,
As was foretold by prophets old,
Isaiah, Jeremiah.

To Abraham the promise came,
And to his seed forever,
A light to shine in Isaac's line,
By Scripture we discover;
Hail, promised morn! the Saviour's born,
The glorious Mediator—
God's blessed Word made flesh and blood,
Assumed the human nature.

His parents poor in earthly store,
To enertain the Stranger
They found no bed to lay His head,
But in the ox's manger;
No royal things, as used by kings,
Were seen by those that found Him,
But in the hay the Stranger lay,
With swaddling bands around Him.

On the same night a glorious light
To shepherds there appeared,
Bright angels came in shining flame,
They saw and greatly feared:
The angels said—"Be not afraid,
Although we much alarm you,
We do appear good news to bear,
As now we will inform you.

"The city's name is Bethlehem
In which God hath appointed,
This glorious morn a Saviour's born,
For Him God hath anointed;
By this you'll know, if you will go,
To see this little Stranger,
His lovely charms in Mary's arms,
Both lying in a manger."

When this was said, straightway was made
A glorious sound from heaven;
Each flaming tongue an anthem sung,
"To men a Saviour's given,
In Jesus' name the glorious theme,
We elevate our voices;
At Jesus' birth be peace on earth,
Meanwhile all heaven rejoices."

Then with delight they took their flight
And winged their way to glory;
The shepherds gazed and were amazed
To hear the pleasing story.
To Bethlehem they quickly came,
The glorious news to carry,
And in the stall they found them all,
Joseph, the Babe, and Mary.

The shepherds then returned again
To their own hapitation,
With joy of heart they did depart,
Now they have found Salvation.
Glory, they cry, to God on high,
Who sent His Son to save us;
This glorious morn the Saviour's born,
His name it is CHRIST JESUS.

67Meter 33. [Zion's Glad Morning.

Hail, the blest morn when the great Mediator,
Down from the region of glory descends;
Shepherds, go worship the Babe in the manger,
Lo! for His guard the bright angels attend.

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 Redemmer is laid.

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and off'rings divine—
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine?

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 prayers of the poor.

68C.M.[Dunlap's Creek.

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

"Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind),
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you, and all mankind.

"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:

"The heav'nly Babe you there shall find,
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands,
And in a manger laid."

Thus spake the seraph and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God on high,
And thus addressed their song:

"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."

69C.M.[Elkhart.

Hark from on high those blissful strains!
Whence can such sweetness be?
Have angels waked their harps,
With heaven's own minstrelsy?

Or do we hear the cherub voice
Of infant bands, who raise,
Soaring from earth, celestial notes,
In their Creator's praise?

Thus spake the shepherds, yet with dread,
So strange the sounds they heard,
While o'er their slumb'ring flocks they kept
Their wonted nightly guard.

And soon they saw a dazzling light
Beam through the starry way,
And shining seraphs clustering where
The infant Jesus lay.

They came a Saviour's birth to tell,
And tunes of rapture sing;
Hence the glad notes that filled the air—
Each swept his loudest string.

But now, in accents soft and kind,
The chiefton angel said,
"Heaven's tidings of great joy we bear—
Shepherds, be not afraid."

The suddenly the angelic choir
Renewed th' rapturous song;
While heaven's wide portals caught the sound,
And echoed it along.

70Meter 5.[Elktham.

Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled;"
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

Christ by highest heaven adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb;
Veiled in flesh the Godhead See,
Hail th' Incarnate Deity!
Pleased as Man with man t' appear,
Jesus our Immanuel here.

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings;
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that men no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Come, Desire of Nations, come!
Fix in us Thy humble home!
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.

71Meter 4. [Dixon—Charleston.

Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! th' angelic host rejoices,
Heav'nly hallelujahs rise.

Hear them tell the wondrous story,
Hear them chant in hymns of joy,
"Glory in the highest—glory!
Glory be to God most high.

"Peace on eath—good will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found,"
"Souls redeemed and sins forgiven"—
Loud our golden harps shall sound.

Christ is born the great Anointed;
Heav'n and earth His praises sing!
Oh receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.

Hase, ye mortals, to adore Him;
Learn His name, and taste His joy;
Till in heav'n ye sing before Him,
Glory be to God most high!

72 Meter 7.[Happy Zion.

Angels! from the realms of glory,
Wing you flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth;
Come and worship—come and worship—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

Shepherds! in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night:
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the heavenly light:
Come and worship—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

Saint before the alter bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear:
Come and worship—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

Sinners! wrung with true repentance,
Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
Justice now revokes the sentence,
Mercy calls you, break your chains:
Come and worship—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

NEW YEAR

73Meter 32.[Kendall.

Come, let us anew, our journey pursue.
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear;
His adorable will, let us gladly fulfill,
And our talents improve,
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.

Our life as a dream, our time as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

O that each in the day of His coming may say,
"I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do!"
O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,
"Well and faithfully done!
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

74C.M.[Peterborough.

Now, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal,
And make Thy glory known;
Now let us all Thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone.

From all the guilt and former sin,
May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with Thee.

Send down Thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love Thee more;
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never loved before.

And when before Thee we appear,
In one eternal home;
May growing numbers worship here,
And praise Thee in this room.

75C.M.[Politz.

Sing to the great Jehovah's praise;
All praise to Him belongs,
Who kindly lengthens out our days,
Demands our choicest songs;
His providence has brought us though
Another various year;
We all with vows and anthems new
Before our God appear.

Father, Thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care;
To Thee presenting through Thy Son,
Whate'er we have or are;
Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of Thy love,
While on in Jesus' steps we go
To seek Thy face above.

Our residue of days or hours,
Thine, wholly Thine, shall be;
And all our consecrated powers,
A sacrifice to Thee;
Till Jesus in the clouds appear,
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The Jubilee of heaven.

76Meter 9.[Lenox.

Tthe Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise!
Who reigns enthroned on high
Ancient of endless days!
Who lengthens out our trials here,
And spares us yet another year.

Barren and withered trees,
We cumbered long the ground!
No fruit of holiness
On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth He us in mercy spare
Another and another year

When Justice bared the sword,
To cut the fig tree down,
The pity of the Lord
Cries, "Let it still alone!"
The Father mild inclines His ear
And spares us yet another year.

Jeus, Thy speaking blood
From God obtained the grace;
Who therefore hath bestowed
On us a longer space;
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo, we see another year.

Then dig about the root,
Break up their fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To Thy great praise abound!
O let us all Thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.

77C.M.[Condescension.

Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever so nigh;
The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.

Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days
Thy everlasting favors share;
Yet with the bounties of Thy grace,
Thou load'st the rolling year.

'Tis sov'reign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
That leads our souls above.

His goodness runs an endless round,
All glory to the Lord!
His mercy never knows a bound,
And be His name adored!

Thus we begin the lasting song,
And when we close our eyes,
Let future ages praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.

78C.M.[Jerome.

And now my soul, another year
Of this short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.

Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again;
And swift thy passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.

Awake my soul, with utmost care,
Thy true condition learn;
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair,
And what thy great concern.

Now a new scene of time begins,
Set out afresh for heaven!
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
In Christ so freely given.

Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on His grace depend,
With zeal pursue the heavenly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.

CRUCIFIXION

79L.M.[Tender Thought.

When I the survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

[His dying crimson like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far to small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

80L.M.[Salem.

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies.
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groaned beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.

Here's love and grief beyond degree—
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again!

The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to His Father's courtls He flies!
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies!

Break of your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrand, death, in chains.

Say, Live forever, glorious King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Then ask, O deat! where is thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

81C.M.[Burford—Detroit.

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

[Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious Suff'rer stood!]

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut His glories in,
When God the mighty Maker died
For man the creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

82L.M.[Salem.

'Twas on that dark, that doleful night,
When pow'r of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed Him to His foes.

Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread and blest and brake,
What love through all His actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace He spake!

"This is my body broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup and blessed the wine;
"Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

[For us His flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn;
And justice poured upon His head
Its heavy vengeance in our stead.]

For us His vital blood was shed
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of biggest size,
He gave His soul a sacrifice.

"Do this," He cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."

[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.]

83Meter 4.[Shields.

Hail! Thou once despised Jesus,
Hail! Thou Galilean King!
Thou did'st suffer to release us;
Thou did'st free salvation bring
Hail! Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through Thy name.

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of Thy blood:
Open is the gate of Heaven;
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

Jesus hail! enthroned in glory,
There forever to abide!
All the heav'nly host adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
There Thou dost our place prepare:
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.

Worship, honor, pow'r and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises without ceasing;
Meet it is for us to give;
Help, ye bright, angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays!
Help to sing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise!

84C.M.[Grafton.

As on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,
He poured salvation on a wretch
That languished at His side.

His crimes with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confessed;
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer addressed:

"Jesus, Thou Son, and Heir of heaven,
Thou spotless Lamb of God;
I see Thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in Thy blood.

"Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
In triumph shalt Thou rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

"Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me,
And in the vict'ries of Thy death,
Let me a sharer be."

His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies:
"To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise."

85Meter 7.[Zadoc.

Hearts of stone, relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See His body mangled—rent,
Covered with a gore of blood:
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Murdered God's eternal Son.

Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fixed Him there;
Crowned with thorns His sacred head,
Pierced Him with a soldier's spear;
Made His soul a sacrifice—
For a sinful world He dies.

Will you let Him die in vain,
Still to death pursue your Lord;
Open tear His wounds again,
Trample on His precious blood?
No! with all my sins I'll part,
Saviour, take my broken heart!

86Meter 29.[Stockholm.

See the Lord of glory dying!
See Him gasping, hear Him crying!
See His burdened bosom heave!
Look ye sinners, you that hung Him,
Look how deep your sins have stung Him,
Dying sinners, look and live.

See the rocks and mountains shaking,
Earth unto her center quaking—
Nature's groans awake the dead;
Look on Phoebus struck with wonder,
Whilst the peals of legal thunder
Smote the dear Redeemer's head.

Heaven's bright melodious legions,
Chanting through the tunful regions,
Cease to trill the quivering string;
Songs seraphic all suspended,
'Til the mighty war is ended,
By the all-victorious King.

Hell and all the pow'rs Infernal,
Vanquished by the King Eternal,
When He poured His vital flood;
By His groans which shook creation,
Lo! we found a proclamation,
Peace and pardon by His blood.

Shout, ye saints, with adoration,
Fill with praise the wide creation,
Since He's risen from the grave;
Shout with joyful acclamation,
To the Rock of our Salvation,
Who alone has power to save.

8710,7,14,9[Crucifixion.

Saw ye my Saviour, Saw ye my Saviour?
Saw ye may Saviour and God?
Oh! He died on Calvary, to atone for you and me,
And to purchase our pardon with blood.

He was extended! He was extended!
Shamefully nailed to the cross;
Oh! He bowed His head and died, thus my
Lord was crucified,
To atone for a world that was lost.

Jesus hung bleeding! Jesus hung bleeding,
Three dreadful hours in pain;
Oh! the sun refused to shine, when the
Majesty divine,
Was derided, insulted and slain.

Darkness prevailed! Darkness prevailed!
Darkness prevailed o'er the land,
Oh, the solid rocks were rent, thro' creation's
vast extent,
When the Jews crucified the God-Man.

When it was finished! When it was finished,
And the atonement was made,
He was taken by the great, and embalmed in
spices sweet,
And in a new sepulchre was laid.

Hail mighty Saviour! Hail mighty Saviour!
Prince and the Author of peace,
Oh, He burst the bars of death, and triumphing,
left the earth.
He ascended to mansions of bliss.

Now interceding, Now interceding,
Pleading that sinners might live;
Saying, "Father, I have died (Oh behold my
hands and side!
To redeem them, I pray Thee forgive.

"I will forgive them, I will forgive them,
When they repent and believe;
Let them now return to Thee, and be reconciled
to Me,
And salvation they all shall receive."

88C.M.[Fiducia.

Angels in shining order stand,
Around the Saviour's throne;
They bow with rev'rence at His feet,
And make His glories known.
Those happy spirits sing His praise,
To all eternity,
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.

The cross of Christ inspires my heart
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer's praise.
O! what can be compared to Him,
Who died upon the tree!
Thsi is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.

When at the table of the Lord
We humbly take our place,
The death of Jesus we record,
With love and thankfulness.
These emblems bring my Lord to view,
Upon the bloody tree,
My soul believes and feels it's true,
That Jesus died for me.

His body broken, nailed, and torn,
And stained with streams of blood,
His spotless soul was left forlorn,
Forsaken of His God.
'Twas then His Father gave the stroke,
That justice did decree;
All nature felt the dreadful stroke,
When Jesus died for me.

"Eli lama sabachthani,
My God, my God, He cried,
Why hast Thou thus forsaken me?"
And thus my Saviour died.
But why did God forsake His Son,
When bleeding on the tree?
He died for sins, but not His own,
For Jesus died for me.

My guilt was on my Surety laid,
And therefore He must die;
His soul a sacrifice was made,
For such a worm as I.
Was ever love so great as this?
Was ever grace so free?
This is my glory, joy, and bliss,
That Jesus died for me.

He took His meritorious blood,
And rose above the skies,
And in the presence of His God,
Presents His sacrifice.
His intercession must prevail
With such a glorious plea:
My cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus died for me.

Angels in shining order sit
Around my Saviour's throne;
They bow with rev'rence at His feet,
And make His glories known.
Those happy spirits sing His praise,
To all eternity;
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.

O! had I but an angel's voice
To bear my heart along,
My flowing numbers soon would raise
To an immortal song.
I'd charm their harps and golden lyres
In sweetest harmony,
And tell to all the heav'nly choirs,
That Jesus died for me.

89Meter 22. [Mount Calvary.

The Son of Man they did betray,
He was condemned and led away;
Think, O my soul that mournful day,
Look on Mount Calvary!
Behold Him, Lamb-like, led along,
Surrounded by a wicked throng,
Accused by each lying tongue,
And thus the Lamb of God was hung
Upon the shameful tree.

'Twas thus the glorious Suff'rer stood,
With hands and feet nailed to the wood;
From every wound a stream of blood
Came trickling down amain;
His bitter groans all nature struck,
And at His voice the rocks were broke,
And sleeping saints their graves forsook,
The spiteful Jews had round Him mock'd,
And laughed at His pain.

Thus hung between the earth and skies,
Behold Him tremble as He dies;
O sinners, hear His mournful cries;
Behold His torturing pain.
The morning sun withdrew his light,
Blushed and refused to own his sight,
All azure clothed in robes of night,
All nature mourned and stod affright,
When Christ the Lord was slain.

Ye men and angels, hear the Son,
He cries for help but there is none;
He treads the wine-press all alone,
His garments stained with blood.
In lamentation hear Him cry,
"Eli lama sabachthani;"
Tho' death may close these languid eyes,
He soon will mount the upper skies,
The conq'ring Son of God.

Both Jews and Romans in a band,
With hearts like steel around Him stand,
Saying, if you're to save the land,
Now try yourself to free.
A soldier pierced Him when He died,
And healing streams came from His side,
And thus my Lord was crucified,
Stern justice now is satisfied,
Sinners, for you and me.

Behold Him mount a throne of state,
He fills the mediatorial seat,
While millions bowing at His feet,
In loud hosannas tell
How He endured exquisite pains,
And led the monster death in chains;
Ye seraphs, raise your highest strains,
While music fills bright Salem's plains,
And conquered death and hell.

'Tis done, the dreadful debt is paid,
The great atonement now is made;
Sinners, on me your guilt was laid,
For you I split my blood;
For you my tender soul did move,
For you I left my courts above,
That you the length and breadth might prove,
The depth and height of perfect love
In Christ, your smiling God.

All glory be to God on high,
Who reigns enthroned above the sky,
Who sent His Son to bleed and die,
Glory to Him be given;
While heaven above His praise resounds,
Zion shall sing His grace abounds,
I hope to sing eternal rounds,
In flaming love which knows no bounds,
When carried up to heaven.

90Meter 4.[Possession.

Great High Priest, we view Thee stooping
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden, groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrow prest.
Weeping angels stood confounded,
To behold their Maker thus,
And shall we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?

On the cross Thy body broken,
Cancels every penal tie;
Tempted souls produce this token
All demands to satisfy.
All is finished; do not doubt it,
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it,
Only take Him at His word.

Come, behold your Saviour bleeding,
Streams of mercy from Him flow,
Whilst before His Father pleading
For those men who wrought His woe.
Lo, He cried, Father forgive them,
Though they do my life pursue,
I am willing to receive them,
For they know not what they do.

Come, Thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind,
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All His suff'ring for mankind.
True recorder of His passion,
Now Thy living fire impart,
Now reveal Thy great Salvation,
Preach His Gospel to our heart.

Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely;
'Twas for us Thy blood was shed;
Gracious Saviour, take us wholly,
Take and make us what Thou wilt.
Grant us now Thy heav'nly blessing,
Let Thy love our songs employ;
Then we'll find, Thy peace possessing,
In Thy service all our joy.

91C.M.[Walsal.

Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!

Hark how He groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillers bend!
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend!

'Tis done! the precious raandom's paid!
"Receive my soul!" He cries;
See where He bows His sacred head!
He bows His head and dies.

But soon He'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
O, Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like Thine?

RESURRECTION

92C.M.[Solon.

This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours His own:
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

To-day He rose and left the dead,
and Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumph spread,
And all His wonders tell.

Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.

Bless'd is the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God His Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

Hosanna in the highest strains,
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns in which He reigns,
Shall give Him nobler praise.

93C.M.[Dunlap's Creek.

Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That clothed Himself in clay;
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

See how the Conq'ror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honor in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.

There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.


[Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach His blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.]

[Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heav'n and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.]

94C.M.[Belmont.

Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away,
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of life was bought;
Such wonders love can do!
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

A moment give aloose to grief—
Let grateful sorrows rise;
And wash the bloody stains away
With torrents from your eyes.

Then dry your tears and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of death,
The Conq'ror could detain.

High o'er th' angelic band He lifts
His once dishonored head;
And thro' unnumbered years He reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.

With joy like His shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.

95Meter 5.[Roland.

Angels! roll the rock away,
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! He rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the Joy-inspiring sound.

Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see Him rise,
In long triumph up the sky—
Up to waiting worlds on high.

Praise Him all ye heavenly choirs!
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.

THE WORD OF GOD

96C.M.[Condescension.

Father of mercies! in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be Thy name adored,
For these celestial lines.

Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets then nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Be Thou forever near;
Teach me to love Thy sacred Word,
And view my Saviour there!

97C.M.[Tampico.

How shall the young secure their hearts
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy Word of choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.

When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

The men that keep Thy law with care,
And meditate Thy Word,
Grow wiser then their teachers are,
And better know the Lord.

Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner's road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love Thy law, my God.

The starry heav'ns Thy rule obey,
The earth maintains her place;
And these, Thy servants, night and day,
Thy skill and power express.

[But still Thy law and Gospel, Lord,
Have lessons more divine;
Nor earth stands firmer then Thy Word,
Nor stars so nobly shine.]

Thy Word is everlasting truth,
How pure is every page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

98S.M.[Idumea—Lake Enon.

Let sinners take their course,
And choose their road to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.

My thoughts address His throne
When morning brings the light;
I seek His blessings every noon,
And pay my vows at night.

Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in suprise,
Beneath Thine angry rod.

Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust Thy name,
Nor learn to do Thy will.

But I, with all my cares,
Wilt lean upon Thee, Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on His arm,
And rest upon His Word.

His arm shall well sustain
The children of His love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly power can move.

99C.M.[Solon—Balerma.

Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abased before their God:
Whate'er His sov'reign voice has formed,
He governs with a rod.

[Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come,
Stood present to His thought.

There's not a sparrow or a worm,
Not found in His decrees;
He raises monarchs to their thrones,
And sinks them as He please.]

If light attends the course I run,
'Tis He provides those rays"
And 'tis His hand that hides my sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

Yet I would not be much concerned,
Nor vainly long to see
The volumes of His deep decrees,
What months are writ for me.

When He reveals the Book of Life,
O, may I read my name
Among the chosen of His love,
The foll'wers of the Lamb.

100C.M.[Mear.

What glory gilds the sacred page!
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.

His hand that gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

My soul rejoices to pursue
The path of truth and love;
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

FAITH AND REPENTANCE

101L.M.[Devotion.

Bless'd are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty:
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

Blessed are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.

Blessed 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.

Blessed 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.

Blessed are the men whose hearts are moved,
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and live again.

Blessed are the pure whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;
With endless pleasures shall they see
A God of spotless purity.

Blessed are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife,
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

Blessed are the suff'rers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.

102C.M.[Dublin.

Oh! if my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
Beneath my steaming eyes.

'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.

Oh! how I hate those lusts of mine,
That crucifed my God!
Those sins that pierced and nailed His flesh
Fast to the fatal wood.

Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

Whilst with a melting, broken heart,
My dying Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And crucify them too.

103L.M.[Supplication.

O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.

Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.

I cannot live without Thy light:
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.

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.

My soul lies humble in the dust,
And owns the dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

O may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

BAPTISM

104C.M.[Mendota.

If glorious angels do rejoice
When sinners turn to God,
Let us unite with cheerful voice
To spread His praise abroad.

When Jesus unto Jordan came,
And was baptized of John,
A voice from heaven did proclaim,
"He's my beloved Son."

His ministers He sent about
To preach the Word of grace,
And to baptize the world throughout,
Who should His truth embrace.

Lord, we have here before our eyes
Some that have set their hands
To serve Thee and to be baptized,
As Thou didst give command.

Glory to God who reigns above,
For His abounding grace,
In this the token of His love,
To us, a guilty race.

Let us employ our tongues to sing,
The praises of the Lord,
For calling sinners home to Him,
By His all-powerful Word.

105C.M.[Solon.

Come in, ye blessed of the Lord,
And join His children here;
Washed in the Saviour's cleansing blood,
For Him your Lord appears.

Stay not within the wilderness,
Nor waiting at the door;
For Jesus can your woes redress,
Were the ten thousand more.

Though fearing, trembling, rise and come;
Yield to the Saviour's voice,
For hung'ring, thirsting souls there's room;
O make the blissful choice!

Room in the Saviour's gracious breast,
That breast that glows with love—
Room in the church, His chosen rest,
And room in heaven above.

Why will you longer ling'ring stay,
When Jesus says, "There's room?"
Now is the time, th' accepted day;
Arise, He bids you come!

106L.M.[Rockbridge

'Twas the commission of our Lord—
"Go teach the nations and baptize."
The nations have received the Word,
Since He ascended to the skies.

He sits upom th' eternal hills,
With grace and pardon in His hands,
And sends His covenant with seals,
To bless the distant Christian lands.

"Repent and be baptized," He saith,
"For the remission of your sins;"
And thus the seal assists our faith,
And shows us what the Gospel means.

Our souls He washes in His blood,
As water makes the body clean;
And the good Spirit from our God
Descends like purifying rain.

Thus we engage ourselves to Thee,
And seal our cov'nant with the Lord;
O may the great eternal Three
In heav'n our solemn vows record.

107Meter 195.

The name of the Lord is a fountain of life,
Its waters are sweeter then honey;
No taste of the gall of terrestial strife,
Come buy without price, without money.

The name of the Lord is a full flowing stream
From Zion's immovable mountain,
Its currents with virtue unspeakably teem,
Come, come to the life-giving fountain!

The name of the Lord is a river of grace,
Whose waters as soon as they're tasted,
New energy give to the sons of a race,
With passion enfeebled and wasted.

Then come to its banks, all ye tribes of mankind
And drink of the stream of salvation,
Its course is no longer to Judah confined,
It flows through the guiltiest nation.

Come drink living waters, though Jesus is gone
His name still conveys absolution;
Come, drink where the stream of remission flows down,
Through a rite of His own institution.

108C.M.[Jerome.

When Jesus Christ, the Virgin's Son,
Of David's royal race,
His brilliant course of works begun,
And preached the reign of grace—

He call'd on Abram's seed in vain,
His mission to believe:
To own His right to rule and reign,
His name as Prince receive.

This Name the scribes refused to wear,
And spurned the Nazarene,
Would not the fame of Jesus share,
Or in His train be seen.

What lofty names could Jesus bring,
His princely birth to show?
Could Galilee produce a King?
Or good from Naz'reth flow?

They taunted thus the birth obscure,
Of chaste Maria's Son,
And scorned His favor to secure,
His Name by putting on.

But found at length without disguise,
This Name they must receive,
No other known beneath the skies,
Could life eternal give.

And skillful men of later days,
Have splendid systems built,
To shun its use by various ways,
Of cleansing souls from guilt.

But they, too, like the Jews of old,
Would they salvation win,
Must come and be with Christ enroll'd,
And wash away their sin.

Then let us all to Christ repair,
To Christ, the Virgin's Son,
His name our badge of glory wear,
And put His armor on.

109C.M.[Mear.

Tthe Lord's disciples when they spread
O'er Judah's sacred plains,
Relieved the sick, restored the dead,
And cast out plagues and pains.

They poured no drugs through Palestine,
No medicines they had;
They only used the Name divine,
Its power alone displayed.

And strange the virtues of that Name,
From which diseases fled,
The devils trembled where it came,
And spirits foul obeyed.

And still, O Lord, Thy name conveys,
To Adam's ruined race,
If used in Thy appointed ways,
A sure and real grace.

No useless mark, no empty sign,
It so renews the soul,
As long ago in Palestine
It made the sinner whole.

110Meter 12.[Deliverance.

When sinners awake and perceive
What desperate creatures they are,
How shall they obtain a relief
From misery, guilt, and despair?
In vain is our search and our cry,
Till we in submission and zeal
The word of our Saviour apply,
"To do His adorable will."

God will not be pleased with our prayer
If we disobey His command,
But if we obedient are,
Will bring us unto His right hand,
Sincerely believe in His Word,
Put on His adorable name,
Salvation in Jesus our Lord,
The penitent then shall obtain.

Thus Peter to inquiring Jews,
Convinced in their hearts as they were;
Their interest in Jesus should lose,
Eternal damnation must bear.
He said that they all should repent,
Be baptized in Jesus' name;
Then shall His good Spirit be sent,
They all shall be blest with the same.

"This promise is even to you—
And all that are yet afar off,
For Jesus' command we pursue,
Though infidel mockers may scoff,
The Lord will yet bring many nigh,
His house and His mansion to fill,
To share in His ample supply,
Who meekly submit to His will."

111L.M.[Tender Thought.

As the apostles sat at meat,
Before them our Saviour did ascend,
He did them with His presence greet,
And gave to them His last command.

Upbraided them with unbelief,
And hardness of each stubborn heart;
His counsels we all must receive,
Else we with Christ can have no part.

"Go preach my Gospel," Jesus saith,
"And bring them all unto the host,
Baptize believers in the name
Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

"He that believes and is baptized,
Shall dwell in realms of joy above,
Who don't believe the Word of Christ
Shall never taste redeeming love."

PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION

112C.M.[Azmon.

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

113L.M.[Columbia.

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight,
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee,
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If dark and throny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

114C.M.[Prayer.

Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah, whither shall I go?

What did Thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor to secure
My soul from endless death!

O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power;
Now my poor soul Thou would'st retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.

Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift,
My soul without it dies!

Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.

The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see Thy face;
O let me hear Thy quick'ning voice,
And taste Thy pard'ning grace.

115C.M.[Elizabethtown.

O For a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus and His Word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet ther mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet Messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

116L.M.[Supplication.

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

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.

O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.

My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thy judgements grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.

Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

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.

117C.M.[Brown.

I'll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all His ways!
Ye humble souls that used to pray,
Come help my lips to praise.

Sing to the honor of His name,
How a poor suff'rer cried;
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.

When threat'ning sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes:

I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.

O sinners, come, and taste His love;
Come, learn His pleasant ways;
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of His grace.

He bids His angels pitch their tents
Round where His children dwell;
What ills their heav'nly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.

O love the Lord, ye saints of His;
His eye regards the just;
How richly bless'd their portion is
Who make the Lord their trust!

Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar,
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies His holy poor
With every needful good.

118C.M.[Salvation.

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fears opprest,
And make this last resolve:

"I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Have like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

"Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone
Without His sov'reign grace.

"I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives:
Perhaps He will command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.

"Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

"I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

"But if I die with mercy sought,
When I, the King have tried,
This were to die (delightful thought!)
As sinners never died."

119C.M.[Evan.

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth,
The gift of saving grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.

Grace is a plant where'er it grows,
Of pure and heav'nly root;
But fairest in the youngest shows,
And yields the sweetest fruit.

Ye careless ones, O hear betimes
The voice of sov'reign love;
Your youth is stained with many crimes,
But mercy reigns above.

True, you are young, but there's a stone
Within the youngest breast,
Or half the crimes which you have done
Would rob you of your rest.

For you the public prayer is made,
O join the public prayer!
For you the secret tear is shed,
O shed yourself a tear!

We pray that you may early prove
The Spirit's power to teach;
You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus, whom we preach.

120L.M.[Bourbon.

Great God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose Thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

Thou great and good, thou just and wise;
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am Thine by sacred ties,
Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood.

My heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For Thee I long, to Thee I look,
As travelers in thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water-brook.

With early feet I love t'appear
Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face;
Oft have I seen Thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace.

No fruits nor wines, that tempt or taste,
No pleasures that to sense belong,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise so high my cheerful song.

My life itself, without Thy love,
No taste or pleasure could afford:
'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banished from the Lord.

Amidst the waneful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And bless the remnant of my days.

121Meter 8.[Saunders.

Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No tho't can reach, no tonque declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there!
Thine, wholly Thine, alone I am;
Be Thou alone my constant flame.

O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell but Thy pure love alone!
O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown,
Strange flames far from my heart remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.

O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!
All pain before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where'er Thy healing beams arise;
O Jesus, nothing my I see,
Nothing desire or seek but Thee!

Unwearied may I thus pursue,
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heav'nly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasures there.

122Meter 8.[Rakem.

My Saviour, Thou Thy love to me
In shame, in wrath, in pain hast show'd;
For me on the accursed tree,
Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood;
Thine image on my heart impress,
Nor aught shall the loved stamp efface.

More hard then marble is my heart,
And foul with sins of deepest stain:
But Thou the mighty Saviour art,
Nor flowed Thy cleansing blood in vain;
Ah, soften, melt this rock, and may
Thy blood wash all these stains away.

O that I, as a little child,
My follow Thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly Thou hast breathed Thy mild
And lowly mind into my breast;
Nor ever may we parted be,
Till I one spirit be with Thee.

Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondro's things Thy love has wro't:
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my work, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love is near.

In suff'ring be Thy love my peace,
In weakness be Thy love my power;
And when the storm of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death as life be Thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.

123C.M.[Jerome.

While Thee I seek, protecting Pow'r!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
֠ And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

Thy love the pow'r of tho't bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

In each event of life how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by Thee.

In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill:
Resigned when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall seek Thy will.

My lifted eyes without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.

124Meter 5.[Welton.

Lord, I cannot let Thee go
Till a blessing Thou bestow;
Do not turn away Thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.

Dost Thou ask me who I am?
Ah! my Lord, Thou knowest my name;
Yet the qusetion gives a plea
To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly hold,
Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

Once a sinner, near despair,
Sought Thy mercy-seat by prayer;
Mercy heard, and set him free;
Lord, that mercy came to me.

Many days have passed since then,
Many changes I have seen,
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could me up but Thou?

Thou hast helped in every need;
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,
Canst Thou let me sink at last?

No—I must maintain my hold,
'Tis Thy goodness makes me bold,
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus' sake.

125Meter 5.[Martyn.

Jesus! lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide—
O, receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none—
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
All in all in Thee I find!
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteosness;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sins—
Let the healing stream abound,
Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

126L.M.[Galilee.

Jesus, my Saviour, let me be
More perfectly conformed to Thee;
Implant heach grace, each sin dethrone,
And form my temper like Thine own.

My foe when hungry, let me feed,
Share in his grief, supply his need;
The haughty frown may I not fear,
But with a lowly meekness bear.

Let the envenomed heart and tongue,
The hand outstreched to do me wrong,
Excite no feelings in my breast,
But such as Jesus once expressed.

To others let me always give
What I from others would receive;
Good deeds for evil ones return,
Nor when provoked, with anger burn.

This will proclaim how bright and fair
The precepts of the Gospel are:
And God Himself, the God of love,
His own resemblance will approve.

127Meter 8.[Moorestown.

Go watch and pray; thou canst not tell
How near the hour of death may be;
Thou canst not know how soon the bell
May toll its doleful 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,
And while thy vig'rous pulse beats high,
Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair,
Dilate thy young and sparkling eye?
Soon these must change, must pass away;
Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.

Thou aged man, life's wintry storm
Hath seared thy past and vernal bloom;
With trembling limbs and wasting form,
Now thou art bending o'er the tomb;
And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.

Ambition, stop thy panting breath,
Pride, humbly sink thy lifted eye;
Behold the caverns dark with death,
Which now before you open lie;
The heav'nly warning now obey,
Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.

128Meter 5.[Vermont.

Lord, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh, do not our suit disdain,
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?

Lord, on Thee our souls depend
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.

In Thine own appointed way
Now we seek Thee, here we stay:
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.

Send some message from Thy Word,
That may peace and joy afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart,
Full salvation to each heart.

Comfort those who weep and mourn,
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,
Make them strong in faith and hope.

Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a gracious God and kind;
Heal the sink, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

129S.M.[Aylesbury.

My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise,
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.

O watch and fight and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor once at ease sit down;
The arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.

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.

130C.M.[Evan.

Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

Bowed down beneath a load of sin
By Satan sorely prest;
By war without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

Be Thou my shield and hiding place;
That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, "Thou hast died."

O wondrous love to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name.

"Poor tempest toss-ed soul, be still,
My promised grace receive;"
'Tis Jesus speaks—I must—I will,
I can—I do believe.

131L.M.[Windham.

How long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one who seeks his God in vain?
Canst Thou Thy face forever hide,
And I still pray and be denied?

Shall I forever be forgot,
As one whom Thou regardest not?
Shall still my soul Thy absence mourn?
And still despair of Thy return?

How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious tho'ts oppressed?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sink so low?

Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death concludes my grief;
If Thou withhold'st Thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in His grace,
And shall again behold Thy face.

What'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel Thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

132S.M.[Marlborough.

With humble heart and tongue
My God, to Thee I pray;
Oh, make me learn, while I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.

Make an unguarded youth
The object of Thy care;
Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from every snare.

My heart to folly prone,
Renew by power divine;
Unite it to Thyself alone,
And make me wholly Thine.

Oh let Thy word of grace
My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my following days
My treasure and my joy.

To what Thy laws impart,
Be my whole soul inclined;
Oh let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

May Thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way:
And may I here the path discern,
That leads to endless day.

133C.M.[Vanvert.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed,
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach,
The majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gate of death——
He enters heaven with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And say, "Behold, he prays!"

134L.M.[Uxbridge.

What various hindrances we meet,
In coming to the mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there.

Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw;
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love——
Brings every blessing from above.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight:
Pray'r keeps the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees,
The weakest saint upon his knees.

Have you no words?—ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav'n in suulication sent—
Your cheerful song would oftener be
"Hear what the Lord hath done for me!"

135Meter 5.[Welton.

Holy Jesus, lovely Lamb,
Thine and only Thine I am;
Take my body spirit, soul,
Only Thou possess the whole.

Thou my dearest object be,
Let me ever cleave to Thee;
Let me choose the better part,
Let me give Thee all my heart.

Whome have I on earth below?
Only Thee I wish to know;
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Thou art all in all to me.

All my treasure is above,
My best portion is Thy love;
Who the worth of love can tell?
Infinite unsearchable!

Nothing else may I require;
Let me Thee alone desire;
Pleased with what Thy love provides,
Weaned from all the world besides.

136Meter 16.[Mendon.

Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
To Thee I humbly pray;
Heal me of my grief and pain,
O take my sins away,
From this bondage, Lord, release,
No longer let me be oppressed;
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast.

Wilt Thou cast a sinner out
Who humbly comes to Thee?
No, my God, I cannot doubt;
Thy mercy is for me.
Let me then obtain the grace,
And be of Paradise possessed;
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast.

Worldly good I do not want,
Be that to others given;
Only for Thy love I pant,
My all on earth or heaven;
This the crown I fain would seize,
The good wherewith I would be blest;
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast.

This delight I fain would prove,
And then resign my breath,
Join the happy few whose love
Was mightier then death,
Let it not my Lord displease,
That I would die to be Thy guest!
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast.

137Meter 12.[Portland.

How shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release?
Will mercy itself be so kind,
To spare such a rebel as me?
And O, can I possibly find
Such plent'ous redemption in Thee?

O Jesus, of Thee I inquire,
If still Thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave!
The help of Thy Spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood,
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.

O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner, appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole;
The balm of Thy mercy apply,
Thou seest the sore anguish I feel!
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!

I sink if Thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show;
Come quickly, and kindly display,
The pow'r of Thy passion below,
By all Thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of Thy blood I implore;
Now, now let it touch me and make
The sinner a sinner no more.

138C.M.[Condescension.

Jesus, Thou art the sinner's friend,
As such I look to Thee;
Now in the fullness of Thy love,
O Lord, remember me!

Remember Thy pure word of grace.
Remember Calvary!
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

Thou wondrous Advocate with God,
I yield myself to Thee,
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,
O Lord, remember me!

I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
But Thy salvation's free;
Then in Thine all-abounding grace,
O Lord, remember me!

Howe'er forsaken or distressed,
Howe'er oppressed I be;
Howe'er efflicted here on earth,
Do Thou remember me!

And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature helps all flee,
Then, O my great Redeemer God,
I pray, remember me!

139C.M.[Dunlap's Creek.

Lord, teach Thy servants how to pray,
With rev'rence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes, yet we may,
We must to Thee draw near.

We come, then, God of grace, to Thee!
Give broken, contrite hearts;
Give what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts.

Give deep humility——the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
A strong desiring confidence
To see Thy face and live.

Give faith in that one Sacrifice,
Which can for sin atone;
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes
On Christ——on Christ alone.

Give patience still to wait and weep,
Though mercy long delay——
Courage our fainting souls to keep,
And trust Thee, though Thou slay.

Give these——and then Thy will be done!
Thus strengthened with all might,
We, through Thy Spirit and Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.

140Meter 10.[Stockbridge.

Come, Lord, from above, the mountains remove;
O'erturn all that hinders the course of Thy love,
My bosom inspire, enkindle the fire,
And wrap my whole soul in the flames of desire.

I languish and pine for the comfort divine,
O when shall I say, My Beloved is mine?
I've chosen the good part, my portion Thou art,
O love, let me find Thee, O God, in my heart!

For this my heart sighs, nothing else can suffice,
How, Lord, can I purchase the pearl of great price?
It cannot be bought; Thou knowest I've naught,
Not an action, a word or a truly good thought.

But I hear a voice say, without money you may
Receive it, whoever hath nothing to pay:
Who on Jesus relies, without money or price,
The pearl of forgiveness and holiness buys.

The blessing is free, so, Lord let it be;
I yield that Thy love should be given to me;
I freely receive what Thou freely dost give,
And consent to Thy love, in Thine Eden to live.

The gift I embrace, the Giver I praise,
And ascribe my salvation to Jesus' grace;
It came from above, the foretaste I prove,
And I soon shall receive all Thy fullness of love.

141C.M.[Grafton.

My God, consider my distress,
Let mercy plead my cause;
Though I have sinned against Thy grace,
I ne'er forget Thy laws.

Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,
Which I so justly fear;
Uphold my life, uphold my hope,
Nor let my shame appear.

Be Thou a surety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud oppress;
But make Thy waiting servant see
The shinings of Thy face.

My eyes with expectation fail;
My heart within me cries:
"When will the Lord His truth fulfill,
And bid my comforts rise?"

Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,
And show Thy grace the same;
Thy tender mercies still afford
To those that love Thy name.

142C.M.[Walsel.

With my whole heart I've sought Thy face,
O let me never stray,
From Thy commands, O God of grace,
Nor tread the sinner's way.

Thy Word I've hid within my heart,
To keep my conscience clean,
And He an everlasting guard
From every rising sin.

I'm a companion of the saints,
Who fear and love the Lord;
My sorrows rise, my nature faints,
When men transgress Thy Word.

While sinners do Thy Gospel wrong,
My spirit stands in awe;
My soul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves Thy righteous law.

My heart with sacred rev'rence hears
The threat'nings of Thy Word;
My flesh, with holy trembling, fears
The Judgements of the Lord.

My God, I long, I hope, I wait,
For Thy salvation still;
While Thy whole law is my delight,
And I obey Thy will.

143L.M.[Portugal.

Jesus, the spring of joys divine,
Whence all our hopes and comforts flow;
Jesus, no other name but Thine
Can save us from eternal woe.

In vain would boasting reason find
The way to happiness and God;
Her weak directions leave the mind
Bewildered in a dubious road.

No other name will heav'n approve;
Thou art the true, the livig Way,
Ordained by everlasting love,
To the bright realms of endless day.

Here let our constant feet abide,
Nor from the heav'nly path depart;
O let Thy Spirit, gracious Guide!
Direct our steps and cheer our heart.

Safe lead us through this world of night,
And bring us to the blissful plains,
The regions of unclouded light,
Where perfect joy forever reigns.

144L.M.[Bourbon.

Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
On whom I cast my every care,
On whom for all things I depend,
Inspire, and then accept my prayer.

If I have tasted of Thy grace,
Thy grace that sure salvation brings;
If with me now Thy Spirit stays,
And hov'ring, hides me in His wings:

Still let Him with my weakness stay,
Nor for a moment's space depart;
Evil and danger turn away,
And keep till He renew my heart.

When to the right or left I stray,
His voice behind me may I hear,
"Return, and walk in Christ the way,
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near."

His sacred unction from above,
Be still my comforter and guide,
Till Thou my wayward thoughts remove,
And in my humbled heart reside.

Jesus, I fain would walk in Thee,
From nature's every path retreat;
Thou art my way, my leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.

Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach to me Thy gracious hand!
Only on Thee for help I call,
Only by faith in Thee I stand.

145L.M.[Healing Balm.

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above,
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.

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.

The light of truth to us display,
But make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.

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 blessed;
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

INVITATION

146Meter 5.[Welton.

Jesus' precious name excels
Jordon's streams and Salem's wells;
Thirsty sinners, come and draw,
Quench the flames of Sinai's law.

Fearful sinners, come and try;
Draw and drink a sweet supply;
Christ is ever full and free;
Sinner, come, where'er you be.

See the waters springing up,
To revive your languid hope;
Fill your vessels as it rolls,
And refresh your weary souls.

Lo! the Spirit now invites;
Lo! the cheerful pride unites;
Jesus calls, be not afraid,
Lo! for you the well was made.

Hast thou to the Lamb of God,
Seek salvation in His blood;
In it there is boundless store
For ten thousand thousand more.

Let us still our vessels bring,
To the soul-refreshing spring;
Constant let our praises rise,
Till we drink above the skies.

147C.M.[Ortonville.

Amazing sight, the Saviour stands
And knocks at every door!
Ten thousand blessings in His hands,
To satisfy the poor.

"Behold," He said, "I bleed and die,
To brign you to my rest;
Hear sinners, while I'm, passing by,
And be forever blest.

"Will you despise my bleeding love,
And choose the way to hell?
Or in the glorious realms above,
With me forever dwell?

"Not to condemn your wretched race,
Have I in judgment come;
But to display unbounded grace,
And bring lost sinners home.

"Will you go down to endless night,
And bear eternal pain?
Or in the glorious realms of light,
With me forever reign?

"Say——will you hear my gracious voice,
And have your sins forgiven?
Or will you make that wretched choice,
And bar yourselves from heaven?"

148L.M.[Bourbon.

To-day, if ye will hear His voice,
Now is the time to make your choice;
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ or no?

Ye wand'ring souls who find no rest,
Say, will you be forever blest?
Will you be saved from sin and hell?
Will you with Christ in glory dwell?

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.

Once more we ask you in His name——
For yet His love remains the same,
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ or no?

Leave all your sports and glit'ring toys;
Come share with us eternal joys;
Or must we leave you bound to hell?
Then, dear young friends, a long farewell.

149Meter 60. [Healing Fountain.

See the fountain opened wide,
That from pollution frees us,
Flowing from the wounded side,
Of our Immanuel Jesus!

Chorus:
Ho! every one that thirsts,
Come ye to the waters;
Freely drink and quench your thirst,
With Zion's sons and daughters.

Sinners, hear the Saviour's call,
Consider what you're doing;
Jesus Christ can cleanse you all,
Will you not come unto Him?
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

Dying sinners, come and try;
These waters will revive you;
Without money come and buy,
For Christ will freely give you.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

He who drinks shall never die;
These waters fail Him never;
Sinners, come and now apply,
And drink and live forever.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

Weeping Mary, full of grief,
Came begging for these waters;
Jesus gave her full relief
With Zion's sons and daughters.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

See the woman at the well,
Conversing with the Saviour;
Soon she found that He could tell
The whole of her behavior.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

When she asked, and thus obtained
A drink, her heart was flaming;
Thus the gift divine she gained,
And ran to town proclaiming.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

The thief had only time to think,
And tell the doleful story:
Jesus gave him leave to drink——
He drank and fled to glory.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

Christians, you can fully tell
The virtue of these waters;
You were once the heirs of hell,
But now are sons and daughters.
Ho! every one that thirsts, &c.

150Meter 10.[Lyons.

O all that pass by, to Jesus draw near;
He utters a cry, ye sinners, give ear!
From hell to retrieve you He spreads out His hands,
Now, now to receive you He graciously stands.

If any man thirst and happy would be,
The vilest and worst may come unto me;
May drink of my Spirit, excepted is none,
Lay claim to my merit, and take for his own.

Whoever receives the life-giving word,
In Jesus believes, his God and his Lord;
In him a pure river of life shall arise;
Shall in the believer spring up to the skies.

My God and my Lord! Thy call I obey,
My soul on Thy word of promise I stay;
The kind invitation I gladly embrace,
Athirst for salvation, salvation by grace.

O hasten the hour, send down from above
The Spirit of power, of health, and of love;
Of filial fear, of knowledge and grace;
Of wisdom and prayer, of joy and of praise.

The Spirit of faith, of faith in Thy blood,
Which saves us from wrath and brings us to God;
Removes the huge mountain of indwelling sin,
And opens a fountain that washes us clean.

151Meter 11.[Huger.

Why sleep we, my brethren? come let us arise,
O why should we slumber in sight of the prize?
Salvation is nearer, our days are far spent,
O let us be active; awake and repent.

O how can we slumber! The Master is come;
And calling on sinners to seek them a home;
The Spirit and Bride now in concert unite,
The weary they welcome, the careless invite.

O how can we slumber! our foes are awake;
To ruin poor souls every effort they make;
T' accomplish their object no means are untried,
The careless they comfort, the wakeful misguide.

O how can we slumber when so much was done
To purchase salvation by Jesus the Son!
Now mercy is proffered, and justice displayed;
Now God can be honored and sinners be saved.

O how can we slumber, when death is so near,
And sinners are sinking to endless despair!
Now prayers may avail——and gain the high prize,
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.

O how can ye slumber, ye sinners look round,
Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound!
O fly to the Saviour, He calls Thee to-day;
While mercy is waiting, O make no delay.

152Meter 10.[Lyons.

Ye thirsty of God to Jesus give ear,
And take, through His blood, a pow'r to draw near;
His kind invitation, ye sinners, embrace,
Accepting salvation, salvation by grace.

Sent down from above, who governs the skies,
In vehement love, to sinners, He cries,
"Drink into my Spirit who happy would be,
And all things inherit by coming to me."
O Saviour of all, Thy Word we believe,
And come at Thy call, Thy grace to receive;
The blessing is given wherever Thou art:
The earnest of heaven is love in the heart.

To us at Thy feet the Comforter give;
Who gasp to admit Thy Spirit and live;
The weakest believers acknowledge for Thine,
And fill us with rivers of water divine.

153Meter 33. [Star of the East.

Restless thy spirit, poor wandering sinner,
restless and roving—O come to thy home!
Come to the arms—to the bosom of mercy;
Jesus the Saviour invites thee to come.

Darkness surrounds thee, and tempests are rising,
Fearful and dang'rous the path thou hast trod;
Mercy shines forth in the rainbow of promise,
Welcome the wanderer home to his God.

Peace to the storm in thy soul shall be spoken,
Guilt from thy bosom be banished away;
Heaven's sweet breezes, o'er death's rolling billows,
Waft thee at last to the regions of day

But if regardless of God's gracious warnings,
Far from His favor your soul must remove;
O may you live to His honor and glory,
Loving His precepts, and die in His love.

154L.M.[Rockingham.

Hark! the Redeemer, from in high,
Sweetly invites His chosen nigh;
From caves of darkness and of doubt;
He gently speaks and calls us out.

"My dove, who hidest in the rock,
Thine heart almost with sorrow broke;
Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
And let thy voice delight mine ear.

"Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet;
My graces in thy count'nance meet;
Through the vain world thy face despise,
'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes."

Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives
The hope Thine invitation gives;
To Thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, the voice of praise.

I am my Love's and He is mine,
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions, join,
Nor let a motion nor a word,
Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.

My soul to pastures fair He leads,
Among the lilies where He feeds;
Among the saints (whose robes are white,
Washed in His blood) is His delight.

Till the day breaks and shadows flee,
Till the sweet dawning light I see,
Thine eyes to me will often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.

Be like a hart on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide
My love, my Saviour, from my side.

155Meter 9.[Lenox.

Come, every pious heart,
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert,
To celebrate His fame;
Tell all above and all below,
The debt of love to Him you owe.

Such was His zeal for God,
And such His love for you,
He nobly undertook
What Gabriel could not do;
His every deed of love and grace
All words exceed and thoughts suprass.

He left His starry crown,
And laid His robes aside;
On wings of love came down;
And wept and bled and died;
What He endured, O who can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!

From the dark grave He rose,
The mansions of the dead;
And thence His mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the conq'ror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.

From thence He'll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay;
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day;
There shall we see His lovely face,
And ever be in His embrace

Jesus, we ne'er can pay,
The debt we owe Thy love,
Yet tell us how we may
Our gratitude approve;
Our hearts, our all to Thee we give;
The gift, though small, Thou wilt receive.

156C.M.[Mear.

Oh, what amazing words of grace
Are in the Gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case
Who knows the joyful sound.

Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here;
Salvation, like a river, rolls,
Abundant, free, and clear.

Come, then, with all your wants and wounds;
Your every burden bring!
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,
A deep, celestial spring!

Whoever will——O gracious word!
Shall of this stream partake:
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord,
And drink, for Jesus' sake!

Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless!

157C.M.[Balerma.

The Saviour calls——let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismess your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.

Here springs of sacted pleasure rise,
To ease your every pain;
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall we thirst in vain.

Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys——
And cen you yet delay?

Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts—
To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

158L.M.[Hebron.

While life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah soon! approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

While God invites, how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel's joyful sound!
"Come, sinners, hast, O haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God is found.

"Soon borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave;
Before His bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.

"In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise,
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour calls you to the skies."

No wonders to the dead are shown
(The wonders of redeeming love);
No voice His glorious truth makes known,
Nor sings the bliss of climes above.

Silence and solitude and gloom,
In these forgetful realms appear,
Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb,
And hope shall never enter there.

159C.M.[Dunlap's Creek.

Sinners, the voice of God regard;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by His sov'reign Word,
From sin's destructive way.

Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace,
A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.

Your way is dark and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere?
Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travel all your days
To reap eternal woe!

But he that turns to God shall live,
Through His abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek His face.

Bow to the sceptre of His Word,
Renouncing every sin;
Sumbit to Him your sov'reign Lord,
And learn His will divine.

His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
He pardons like a God;
He will forgive your num'rous faults,
Through a Redeemer's blood.

160L.M.[Devotion.

The voice of my beloved sounds,
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief,
He leaps, He flies to my relief.

Now though the vale of flesh, I see;
With eyes of love He looks at me;
Now in the Gospel's clearest glass,
He shows the beauties of His face.

Gently He draws my heart along,
Both with His beauties and His tongue;
"Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away,
No mortal joys are worth your stay.

"The Jewish wintry state is gone,
The mists are fled, the spring comes on,
The sacred turtle-dove we hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful year.

"Th'immortal Vine of heavenly root,
Blossoms, and buds, and gives her fruit."
Lo! we are come to taste the wine;
Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.

And when we hear our Jesus say,
"Rise up, my Love, and haste away;"
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly love behind.

161METER 40. [Boundless Mercy.

Drooping souls, no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious;
If in Christ you do believe,
You will find Him precious;
Jesus now is passing by,
Calls the mourners to Him,
Brings salvation from on high——
Now look up and view Him.

From His hands, His feet, His side,
Runs the healing lotion;
See the consolating tide,
Boundless as the ocean;
See the healing waters move
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain His love,
Or to perish trying.

Grace's store is ever free
Drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls, "Come unto me,
Ye weary, heavy laden;
Though your sins like mountains high,
Rise and reach to heaven;
Soon as you on me rely,
All shall be forgiven."

Now methinks I hear one say,
I will go and prove Him;
If He takes my sins away,
Surely I shall love Him.
Yes! I see the Father smile,
Now I lose my burden;
All is grace——for I am vile,
Yet He seals my pardon.

Streaming mercy, how it flows!
Now I know, I feel it;
Tongue can not the half disclose,
Yet I long to tell it:
Jesus' blood has healed my wound;
O the wondrous blessing!
I, through mercy, now have found
All in Him possessing.

162L.M.[Tender Thought.

"Come hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners, come,
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And bring you to my heavenly home.

"They shall find rest that learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.

"Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light."

Jesus, we come at Thy command;
With faith and hope and humble zeal:
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will.

163Meter 56. [Royal Proclamation.

Hear the royal proclamation,
The glad tidings of Salvation,
Publishing to every creature,
To the ruined sons of nature.
Jesus reigns.

Chorus:
Jesus reigns, He reigns victorious,
Over heav'n and earth most glorious,
Jesus reigns.

See the royal banner flying,
Hear the heralds loudly crying,
"Rebel sinners, royal favor,
Now is offered by the Saviour."
Jesus reigns, &c.

Turn unto the Lord most holy,
Shun the path of vice and folly;
Turn, or you are lost forever;
Oh! now turn to God the Saviour.
Jesus reigns,&c.

Here is wine and milk and honey,
Come and purchase without money;
Mercy flowing like a fountain
Streaming from the holy mountain,
Jesus reigns, &c.

For His love, let rocks and mountains,
Purling streams, and crystal fountains,
Roaring thunders, lightning blazes,
Shout the great Messiah's praises.
Jesus reigns, &c.

164Meter 7.[Happy Zion.

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power:
He is able,
He is willing: doubt no more.

Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him;
This He gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

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?

Lo! th'incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely;
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.

Saints and angels join 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.

165 C.M.[Mear.

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.

There Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls——He bids you come;
Though guilt restrains, and fear alarms,
Behold, there yet is room.

Oh come, and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;
While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' Eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In songs on earth unknown.

And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
And enter while there's room.

166 S.M.[Aylesbury.

Ye sinners fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis called to-day;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

Soon will the harvest close;
The summer soon be o'er;
And soon your injured, angry God,
Will hear your prayers no more.

Then while 'tis called to-day,
O hear the Gospel sound;
Come, sinner, haste——O haste away,
While pardon may be found!

COMFORT IN TRIBULATION

167C.M.[Azmon.

If Paul in Caesar's court must stand,
He need not fear the sea;
Secured from harm on every hand
By the divine decree.

Although the ship wherein he sailed,
By dreadful storms was tossed;
The promise over all prevailed,
And not a life was lost.

Jesus, the God whom Paul adored,
Who saves in time of need,
Was then confessed by all on board,
A present help indeed.

Though neither sun nor stars were seen,
Paul knew the Lord was near;
And faith preserved his soul serene,
When others shook with fear.

Believers thus are tossed about
On life's tempestuous main,
But grace assures beyond a doubt,
They shall their port attain.

They must, they shall appear one day,
Before their Saviour's throne;
The storms they meet with by the way
But makes His power known.

Their passage lies across the brink
Of many'a threat'ning wave;
The world expects to see them sink,
But Jesus lives to save.

Lord, though we are but feeble men,
Yet since Thy Word is past,
We'll venture through a thousand storms,
To see Thy face at last.

168C.M.[Solon.

Oppressed with fear, oppressed with grief,
To God I breathed my cry;
His mercy brought divine relief,
And wiped my tearful eye.

His mercy chased the shades of death,
And snatched me from the grave;
O may His praise employ that breath
Which mercy deigns to save!

Come, O ye saints! your voices raise
To God in grateful songs;
And let the memory of His grace
Inspire your hearts and tongues.

Her deepest gloom when sorrow spreads,
And light and hope depart,
His smiles celestial morning sheds,
And joy revives the heart.

Then let Thy utmost glory be
To raise Thy honors high;
Nor let my gratitude to Thee
In guilty silence die.

To Thee, my gracious God, I raise
My thankful heart and tongue,
O be Thy goodness and Thy praise
My everlasting song!

169Meter 8.[Moorestown.

Would Jesus have the sinner die?
Why hang He then on yonder tree?
What means that strange expiring cry?
(Sinner, He prays for you and me.)
"Forgive them, Father, O forgive,
They know not that by me they live!"

Jesus descended from above,
Our loss of Eden to retrieve;
Great God of universal love,
If all the world through Thee may live,
In us a quickening Spirit be,
And witness, Thou hast died for me.

Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,
Thee, by Thy painful agony,
Thy bloody sweat, Thy grief and shame,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death and life——I pray
Take all, take all my sins away.

O let me kiss Thy bleeding feet,
And bathe and wash them with my tears,
The story of Thy love repeat
In every drooping sinner's ears;
That all may hear the quick'ning sound,
Since I, ev'n I have mercy found.

O let Thy love my heart constrain,
Thy love for every sinner
That every fallen son of man,
May taste the grace that found out me;
That all mankind with me may prove,
Thy sov'reign, everlasting love.

INFINITE MERCY

170Meter 5.[Norwich.

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood His grace;
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Kindred His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare:
Cries, "How can I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands!
God is love! I know, I feel!
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

Jesus answers from above,
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt not Thou the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?

Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

171Meter 11.[Huger.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord!
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word,
What more can He say then to you He hath said,
Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled?

"Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

"When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow:
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

"When through 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.

"E'en down to old age all my people shall prove,
My sov'reign, eternal unchangeable love;
And then when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like Lambs, they shall still in My bosom be borne.

"The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake."