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THE
OTTERBEIN HYMNAL
FOR USE IN
PUBLIC and SOCIAL WORSHIP.
PREPARED BY
EDMUND S. LORENZ.
DAYTON, OHIO:
UNITED BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE,
1892.
The General Conference of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ,
at its session in May, 1886, ordered,--
"That a small hymnal, adapted to general church purposes, be published
soon."
_ADVISORY COMMITTEE_
MUSICAL.
SAMUEL E. KUMLER.
CALVIN H. LYON.
MRS. A.R. SHAUCK.
JUDGE JOHN A. SHAUCK
LITERARY.
PROF. J.P. LANDIS, D.D., PH.D.
COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY W.J. SHUEY, AGENT.
Introduction
The General Conference of 1889 ordered the publication of a hymnal
that should be fully adapted to the needs of our church. In compliance
with these instructions, the publishing agent, Rev. W.J. Shuey, arranged
for its issue. Rev. E.S. Lorenz, well and favorably known throughout the
Church, was asked to edit it, and, with the assistance of a thoroughly
competent committee, has accomplished his task. I have carefully examined
it in every part, and cannot see where any improvement can be made. It
is pre-eminently a United Brethren Hymn-Book, providing as it does for
every phase of our characteristic church life. It combines the solidity
and stateliness of the standard hymns of the ages, with the life and
sprightliness of the modern gospel song. The most recent songs are here
for the young people, while the older members of the Church will hail
with delight the reappearance of old songs dear to the hearts of many
of us, because they are precious and good, and because our mothers
sang them. Meeting every need of the public service, revival and social
meetings, the Sunday-school, and the family, I can most cheerfully
recommend this collection of hymns to our people, and trust that it
will speedily be permitted to bring its help and blessing into every
United Brethren church in our broad land, and beyond the seas, and that
it will prove one of the many tender ties that unite our widely scattered
members.
A. WEAVER,
_Senior Bishop._
DAYTON, OHIO, April 9, 1890.
PREFACE.
To he useful, a hymnal must express the peculiar type of Christian
life characterizing the denomination it is to serve. The Church of
the United Brethren in Christ emphasizes the necessity of Christian
experience--experimental religion, the fathers would have phrased
it--and recognises revival effort as the characteristic phase of its
church activity; hence, its hymnal must furnish ample expression for
its full and varied Christian experience and large facilities for
revival work. In attempting to do this, the other phases of church
life, which it has in common with other denominations, have not been
forgotten or ignored, and it is hoped this collection of hymns and
songs will be found as full and symmetrical as the church life it
seeks to express.
In order to meet the needs of the many stages of literary and musical
culture, hymns and tunes of the highest artistic merit stand side by
side with songs whose practical value and spiritual purpose must atone
for lack of literary and musical grace.
Doubtless many favorites will be missed from these pages, but the body
of popular sacred songs is so large and rich that it was impossible to
include everything desirable in so small a volume.
To the many brethren, whose number makes personal mention impossible, who
kindly responded to a call for suggestions and advice, the thanks of the
editor are due. While all could not be accepted, they have been very
helpful, and have had large influence in giving character to the book.
The valuable assistance furnished by the Advisory Committee deserves
most kindly and hearty recognition. The owners of the many valuable
copyright songs, in connection with which their names severally appear,
will accept thanks for the kindness which so greatly enriches these pages.
That this volume will prove an effective instrument in the hands of
the workers of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ for the
accomplishment of great and lasting good, and bring to many hearts
the same comfort and joy which its preparation brought to that of the
editor, is his earnest hope and prayer. E.S.L.
DAYTON OHIO, April 15, 1890.
(Otterbein Hymnal.)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
WORSHIP: NOS.
General Praise 1-29
Sanctuary 30-42
Sabbath Day 43-51
Morning and Evening 52-61
HOLY SCRIPTURES 62-71
GOD, BEING AND ATTRIBUTES 72-93
CHRIST:
Incarnation and Birth 91-103
Life and Character 104-116
Suffering and Death 117-140
Resurrection and Ascension 141-153
Exaltation and Reign 154-163
HOLY SPIRIT 164-177
MAN'S LOST ESTATE:
Man a Sinner 178-185
Atonement Provided 186-201
Invitation 202-225
Warning 226-231
Repentance 232-241
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:
Conversion 242-255
Consecration 256-285
Love and Praise to Christ 286-329
Graces and Privileges 330-354
Faith and Trust 355-378
Affliction 379-383
Prayer 384-399
Christian Activity 400-422
Christian Warfare 423-433
THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH:
Security and Success 434-444
Missions 445-459
Ministry 460-465
Church Fellowship 466-473
Ordinances 474-483
THE LIFE BEYOND:
Death 484-505
Judgment 506-509
Eternity and Heaven 510-531
MISCELLANEOUS 532-548
THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL.
1 Gloria Patri.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the
Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end,
world without end.
Amen.
2 Gloria Patri.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
3 Old Hundred. L.M.
_Psalm 100._ (1)
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care--
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts.
4 Old Hundred. L.M.
_All Men Invited to Praise God._ (3)
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.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing:
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Savior's name.
4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And till the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts, 1713.
5 Old Hundred. L.M.
_Psalm 103._ (6)
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
2 Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children's children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
4 While all his works his praise proclaim
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song!
Anne Steele, 1760.
6 Old Hundred. L.M.
_Doxology._
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Thos. Ken.
7 Lord of All Being. L.M.
_Omnipresence._ (17)
Lord of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of ev'ry sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.
4 Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848.
8 Duke Street. L.M.
_The Majesty of God._ (7)
Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Master's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds applaud the song.
Thomas Blacklock, 1754.
9 Rockingham. L.M.
_Life-long Praise._ (12)
God of my life! through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound my praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The growing seraphs round thy throne.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.
10 Rockingham. L.M.
_Psalm 106._ (15)
Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast--but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return'st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.
Tate-Brady.
11 Rockingham. L.M.
_God Revealed in Christ._ (600)
Now to the Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,--
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.
4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
12 Rockingham. L.M.
_Unceasing Praise._ (13)
My God! my King! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways--
Vast and immortal be thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
13 Otterbein. L.M.
_Psalm 95._ (4)
Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 Oh, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Tate, 1696.
14 Park Street. L.M.
_Joining in Praise._ (75)
Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
Isaac Watts.
15 Harvey's Chant. C. M.
_The Goodness of God in His Works._ (26)
Hail! great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see;
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
Anon. 1795.
16 Harvey's Chant. C.M.
_Praise at all Times._ (27)
My soul shall praise thee, O my God
Through all my mortal days,
And in eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In every smiling, happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,
And heightens all my joy.
3 When anxious grief and gloomy care
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
5 And when these lips shall cease to move,
When death shall close these eyes,
My soul shall then to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.
O. Heigenbotham.
17 Harvey's Chant. C.M.
_Psalm 66._ (24)
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud, and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son, our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.
Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.
18 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.
_Adoration._
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
God over all and blest eternally.
2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.
3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee;
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God over all, and blest eternally.
Reginald Heber--_alt._
19 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.
_Psalm 95._ (18)
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might--
The whole creation's King.
3 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace.
4 Now is the time--he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
20 St. Thomas. S.M.
_Bless the Lord._ (29)
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.
2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins--
'Tis he relieves thy pain--
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
Isaac Watts.
21 Silver Street. S.M.
_Psalm 103._ (34)
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal king.
2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
22 Gates of Praise.
_Gates of Praise._
Lift up the Gates of Praise,
That we may enter in,
And o'er salvation's walls proclaim
That Christ redeems from sin.
Cho.--The stars may praise the hand
That decks the sky above,
But man alone can tell the pow'r
Of Christ's redeeming love.
2 God's works reveal his might,
His majesty and grace;
But not the tender Father's love
That saves a dying race.
3 Then let the voice of praise
To heavenly courts ascend,
Till with the songs the angels sing
Our hallelujahs blend.
4 To him that hath redeemed
Our souls from sin's dark maze;
The Hope and Savior of mankind,
Be everlasting praise.
M. E. Servoss.
23 Leighton. S.M.
_Exhortation to Praise._ (32)
Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice!
Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,.
With heart, and soul, and voice.
2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud and magnify?
3 Oh, for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
4 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.
James Montgomery, 1825.
24 Wilmot. 8s & 7s.
_Psalm 148._ (53)
Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height!
Sun and moon! rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high! his power proclaim
Heaven and earth, and all creation!
Laud and magnify his name.
John Kempthorne, 1810.
25 Horton. 7s.
_Psalm 107._ (50)
Thank and praise Jehovah's name;
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Plucked from the destroyer's hand.
3 Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
4 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand--
Like his own eternity.
James Montgomery, 1822.
26 Hallelujah! 8s & 7s.
_Praise the Lord._
Hallelujah! song of gladness;
Song of everlasting joy;
Hallelujah! song the sweetest
That can angel hosts employ.
Cho.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord!
2 Hallelujah! Church victorious,
Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;
Hallelujah! songs of triumph,
Well befit the ransomed train.
3 Hallelujah! let our voices
Rise to heav'n with full accord;
Hallelujah! ev'ry moment
Brings us nearer to the Lord.
4 But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to thee;
Bring us to thy blissful presence.
Let us all thy glory see.
Anon.
27 Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s.
_The Universal Song._
Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue;
Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature,
Join the universal song.
Cho.--Glory to the Father and the Son,
Glory to the Spirit! three in one!
Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,
And sing his loving kindness on our way.
2 Father! source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is thine;
Hail the Lord of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.
3 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
4 Praise to God, our great Creator!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Praise him, ev'ry living creature,
Earth and heav'n's united host.
J. W. Fawcett, 1767.
28 Lyons. 10s & 11s.
_Praise of Divine Love._
O worship the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise.
2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
4 Our Father and God, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays.
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
Sir Robert Grant, 1839.
29 Lyons. 10s & 11s.
_Salvation to God._
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name.
The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,"
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,--
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.
C. Wesley, 1744.
30 Gerar. S.M.
_The Glories of the Sanctuary._ (128)
How charming is the place
Where my Redeemer God
Unveils the glories of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!
2 Here, on the mercy seat,
With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit,
And smile on all around.
3 To him their prayers and cries,
Each contrite soul presents;
And while he hears their humble sighs
He grants them all their wants.
4 Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode;
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.
S. Stennett.
31 Hendon. 7s.
_A Blessing Implored._ (134)
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?
2 Send some message from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
3 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,
Strong in faith, in love, and hope.
4 Grant that those who seek may find
Thee, a God sincere and kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in thee.
William Hammond, 1745.
32 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
_Opening of Service._ (137)
In thy name, O Lord! assembling,
We, thy people, now draw near;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling;
Speak, and let thy servants hear--
Hear with meekness--
Hear thy word with godly fear.
2 While our days on earth are lengthened,
May we give them, Lord, to thee;
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened,
May we run, nor weary be,
Till thy glory
Without clouds in heaven we see.
3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter,
Thee thy people shall adore;
Tasting of enjoyment greater
Far than thought conceived before;
Full enjoyment,
Full, unmixed, and evermore.
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
33 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
_Close of Service._ (141)
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
Oh! refresh us,
Traveling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
May thy presence
With us, evermore, be found.
3 So, whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angel's wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,
We shall surely
Reign with Christ in endless day.
Walter Shirley, 1774.
34 Sicily. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
_Plea for Parting Blessing._ (139)
God of our salvation! hear us;
Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go;
When we join the world, be near us,
Lest we cold and careless grow.
Savior! keep us;
Keep us safe from every foe.
2 As our steps are drawing nearer
To our everlasting home,
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come;
And, when dying,
May thy presence cheer the gloom.
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
35 Mendon. L.M.
_Psalm 84._ (119)
Great God! attend while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace!
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 O God, our King! whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at thy presence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee!
Isaac Watts, 1719.
36 Mendon L.M.
_The Presence of Christ._ (124)
How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Savior! on thy people smile,
And come, according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with thee:
Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;--
Let this the gate of heaven be.
3 Chief of ten thousand! now appear,
That we by faith may see thy face;
Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear
And let thy presence fill this place.
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
37 Mendon. L.M.
_Psalm 84._ (127)
How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.
5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
Isaac Watts, 1719
38 Ward. L.M.
_Before Sermon._ (122)
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.
2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed
And satisfied with living bread.
3 To us thy sacred word apply,
With sovereign power and energy;
And may we, in thy faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.
4 Father, in us thy Son reveal;
Teach us to know and do thy will;
Thy saving power and love display.
And guide us to the realms of day.
John Fawcett. 1782.
39 Migdol. L.M.
_Acts 2:1._ (792)
Command thy blessing from above
O God, on all assembled here;
Behold us with a Father's love,
While we look up with filial fear.
2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord!
May we thy true disciples be;
Speak to each heart the mighty word--
Say to the weakest, follow me.
3 Command thy blessing in this hour,
Spirit of truth! and till the place
With wounding and with healing power,
With quickening and confirming grace.
4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide,
One true, eternal God confessed;
Whom thou hast joined none may divide,
None dare to curse whom thou hast blest.
James Montgomery
40 Mear. C.M.
_God's Presence in Sanctuary_. (111)
Again our earthly cares we leave,
And in thy courts appear;
Again, with joyful feet, we come
To meet our Savior here.
2 Within those walls let holy peace.
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease--
The wounded spirit heal.
3 The feeling heart, the melting eye.
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.
4 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord,
Unbosom all our cares.
5 Shew us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.
John Newton, 1779, _a._
41 Mear. C.M.
_Dedication_. (1175)
Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea!
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send,
Within these walls t' abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end
Serenely by thy side!
3 May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.
4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
While, round these hallowed walls, the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.
William C. Bryant, 1835
42 Mear. C.M.
_Psalm 122._ (106)
How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say--
"In Zion let us all appear--
And keep the solemn day!"
2 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.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
By her attendants blest!
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.
Isaac Watts, 1719
43 Lisbon. S.M.
_The Sabbath Welcomed._ (81)
Welcome! sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day in such a place,
Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
Isaac Watts, 1707
44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D.
_The Sabbath Holy._
O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light!
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright!
On thee, the high and lowly,
Before th' eternal throne,
Sing Holy! Holy! Holy!
To the great Three in One.
2 On thee, at the creation.
The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth.
On thee, our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heaven,
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
3 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;
The church her voice upraises
To thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, 1858.
45 Auburn. C.M.
_Sweet Day of Rest._ (66)
Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
On this sweet day of rest;
Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
2 Welcome, and precious to my soul
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;
Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace;
Here, in thine own appointed way,
I wait to see thy face.
4 Those are the sweet and precious days
On which my Lord I've seen;
And oft, when feasting on his word,
In raptures I have been.
5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears.
In this sweet frame be found,
I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms,
And leave this earthly ground.
John Mason, 1683.
46 Auburn. C.M.
_Sabbath Morn._ (60)
How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn
Along the eastern skies!
So, when the night of time hath gone,
Eternity shall rise.
2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light!
How soon the gloom hath fled!
So o'er the new created sight
Celestial bliss is spread.
3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea,
Through all the stilly air!
So calm may we this Sabbath be,
And free from worldly care.
4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade
Our bosoms all our days;
And let each passing hour be made
A herald of thy praise.
5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet
It flows from Jesus' breast;
It makes our bliss on earth complete,
It brings eternal rest.
Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840
47 Auburn. C.M.
_The Lord's Day Morning._ (65)
When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!
2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn
Sheds forth new rays of light!
3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o'er my soul.
4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?
James Edmeston, 1820.
48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines.
_Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94)
Safely thro' another week,
God has bro't 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.
2 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.
3 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints;
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
John Newton, 1779. _a._
49 Lischer. (German.) H.M.
_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98)
Welcome, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return;
Lord, make these moments blest;
From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy scepter, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face!
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Savior's love,
And bless the sacred hours;
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
Hayward, 1806.
50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8.
_The Day of Rest._ (91)
Welcome, sacred day of rest!
Sweet repose from worldly care;
Day above all days the best,
When our souls for heav'n prepare;
Day, when our Redeemer rose,
Victor o'er the hosts of hell;
Thus he vanquished all our foes;
Let our lips his glory tell.
2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,
When we hear thy holy word;
When we sing thy praise, and pray,
Earth can no such joys afford;
But a better rest remains,
Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days,
Rest from sin, and rest from pains,
Endless joys and endless praise.
William Brown, 1822.
51 Last Hope. 7s.
_Sabbath Evening._ (93)
Softly fades the twilight ray
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life's setting sun,
When the Christian's course is run.
2 Night her solemn mantle spreads
O'er the earth as daylight fades;
All things tell of calm repose
At the holy Sabbath's close.
3 Peace is on the world abroad;
'Tis the holy peace of God--
Symbol of the peace within,
When the spirit rests from sin.
4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be
Days of peace and joy in thee,
Till in heav'n our souls repose,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.
Samuel F. Smith, 1843.
52 Lowry. L.M.
_Morning Praise._
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me when I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
Bp. Ken, 1709.
53 Vigil. S.M.
_Morning Song._ (1169)
See how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly Parent sing,
And to its great Original
The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near.
4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.
T. Scott.
54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s.
_Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171)
Savior, breathe an evening blessing,
E'er repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save and thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly;
Angel guards from thee surround us,
We are safe if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.
4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright and deathless bloom.
James Edmeston, 1820.
55 Hursley. L.M.
_Evening Hymn._ (1165)
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,
It is not night if thou be near;
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My weary eye-lids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Savior's breast.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
4 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere thro' the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Rev. J. Keble, 1827.
56 Eventide. 10s.
_Evening of the Day._
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
4 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1847.
57 Eventide. 10s.
_Closing Hymn._
Savior, again to thy dear name we raise
With one accord our parting hymn of praise;
We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease,
And now, departing, wait thy word of peace.
2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;
With thee begun, with thee shall end the day;
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
That in this house have called upon thy name.
3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;
Turn thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to thee.
John Ellerton, 1868.
58 Seymour, 7s.
_Evening Devotion._
Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
2 Thou whose all pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open fault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.
G.W. Doane, 1824.
59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s.
_Evening Meditations._
Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
2 O the lost, the unforgotten,
Tho' the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely!
In our hearts they perish not.
3 Living in the silent hours,
Where our spirits only blend--
They, unlinked with earthly trouble;
We, still hoping for its end.
4 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that far heaven
We may hope to gain at last.
C.C. Cox
60 Fading, Still Fading P.M., with Refrain.
_Evening Prayer_.
Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining;
Father in heaven, the day is declining;
Safety and innocence flee with the light,
Temptation and danger walk forth with the night.
From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime,
Shield us from danger, keep us from crime.
Ref.--Father, have mercy,
Father, have mercy,
Father, have mercy, thro' Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call;
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Savior of all.
Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might;
In doubting and darkness thy love be our light;
Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns,
Wake in thine arms when morning returns.
Selina Huntingdon
61 God Be With You. P.M.
_Parting Blessing._
God be with you till we meet again,
By his counsels guide, uphold you,
With his sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again
Cho.--Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
2 God be with you till we meet again,
'Neath his wings securely hide you,
Daily manna still provide you,
God be with you till we meet again.
3 God be with you till we meet again,
When life's perils thick confound you,
Put his arms unfailing round you,
God be with you till we meet again.
4 God be with you till we meet again,
Keep love's banner floating o'er you,
Smite death's threat'ning wave before you,
God be with you till we meet again.
J.E. Rankin D.D.
62 Wonderful Words. P.M.
_Words of Life._
Sing them over again to me,
Wonderful words of life,
Let me more of their beauty see,
Wonderful words of life,
Words of life and beauty,
Teach me faith and duty.
Cho.--Beautiful words, wonderful words,
Wonderful words of life,
Beautiful words, wonderful words,
Wonderful words of life.
2 Christ the blessed One gives to all
Wonderful words of life;
Sinner, list to the loving call,
Wonderful words of life;
All so freely given,
Wooing us to heaven.
3 Sweetly echo the gospel call,
Wonderful words of life;
Offer pardon and peace to all,
Wonderful words of life;
Jesus, only Savior,
Sanctify forever.
P.P. Bliss.
63 Give Me the Bible. P.M.
_The Bible Desired._
Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming,
To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed;
No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming,
Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost.
Cho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining,
Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way.
Precept and promise, law and love combining,
Till night shall vanish in eternal day.
2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken,
When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear;
Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken,
Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near.
3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten,
Teach me the danger of these realms below;
That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten,
That light alone the path of peace can show.
4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal,
Hold up that splendor by the open grave;
Show me the light from heaven's shining portal,
Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave.
Priscilla J. Owens.
64 Shirland. S.M.
_Psalm 119._ (170)
Behold! the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams thro' all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
2 But, where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from the tombs
And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just;
Forever sure thy promise, Lord!
And men securely trust.
4 My gracious God! how plain
Are thy directions given!
Oh! may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
65 Dallas. 7s.
_Book Divine._
Holy Bible, book divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine;
Mine to tell me whence I came;
Mine to teach me what I am.
2 Mine to chide me when I rove;
Mine to show a Savior's love;
Mine thou art to guide and guard;
Mine to punish or reward.
3 Mine to comfort in distress,
Suffering in this wilderness;
Mine to show, by living faith,
Man can triumph over death.
4 Mine to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom;
O thou holy book divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine.
John Burton, 1805.
66 Evan. C.M.
_Psalm 119._ (155)
Lord! I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,
With ever fresh delight.
3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown
Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden, glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have--
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope, beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
67 Evan. C.M.
_The Latter Day._ (1018)
Lord! send thy word, and let it fly,
Armed with thy Spirit's power;
Ten thousands shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.
2 Beneath the influence of its grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,--
A blooming paradise.
3 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch
Her wings from shore to shore;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murderous cannon roar.
4 Lord! for these days we wait;--these days
Are in thy word foretold;
Fly swifter, sun and stars! and bring
This promised age of gold.
5 Amen!--with joy divine, let earth's
Unnumbered myriads cry;
Amen!--with joy divine, let heaven's
Unnumbered choirs reply.
Thomas Gibbons, 1769.
68 Evan. C.M.
_The Incomparable Richness of God's Word._ (150)
Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find--
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
5 Oh, may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see
And still increasing light.
Anne Steele, 1760.
69 Devizes. C.M.
_The Bible Our Light._ (149)
How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
2 Its light, descending from above,
Our gloomy world to cheer,
Displays a Savior's boundless love,
And brings his glories near.
3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
4 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.
John Fawcett, 1782.
70 Devizes. C.M.
_Psalm 119._ (158)
How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.
2 '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.
3 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinners' road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise
But love thy law, my God!
4 Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is every page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
71 Devizes. C.M.
_Perfection of the Law and Testimony._ (154)
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light;
Thy testimonies sure;
The statutes of thy realm are right,
And thy commandments pure.
2 Let these, O God, my soul convert,
And make thy servant wise;
Let those be gladness to my ears--
The dayspring to mine eyes.
3 By these may I be warned betimes;
Who knows the guile within?
Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes;
Cleanse me from secret sin.
4 So may the words my lips express--
The thoughts that throng my mind--
O Lord, my strength and righteousness,
With thee acceptance find.
C. Wesley.
72 Manoah. C.M.
_Faithfulness._
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works or mightier name
Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
3 His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along,
Speaks all the promises.
4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, "Thou art mine!"
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.
Isaac Watts.
73 Manoah. C.M.
_Power_.
The Lord, our God, is full of might,
The winds obey his will;
He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.
H. Kirke White.
74 Manoah. C.M.
_Eternity._
Great God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears--
Great God! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
5 Great God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow.
And pay their praise to thee.
Isaac Watts.
75 Italy. 6s & 4s.
_The Trinity Adored._ (394)
Come, thou Almighty King!
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise;
Father all glorious!
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
2 Come, thou incarnate Word!
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend:
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
3 Come, holy Comforter!
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!
4 To the great One in Three,
The highest praises be,
Hence, evermore!
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
Charles Wesley, 1757.
76 All Saints. L.M.
_Praise to the Trinity_ (391)
Blest be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to thee, great Son of God!
From whose dear, wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood--
Pardon and life for dying souls
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who, in our hearts of sin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son,
And God, the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
77 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_God Incomprehensible._ (844)
Thy way, O God! is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace;
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thine unbounded grace.
2 'Tis but in part I know thy will;
I bless thee for the sight;
When will thy love the rest reveal,
In glory's clearer light?
3 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My wondering thoughts confound.
4 As through a glass I dimly see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!
5 With rapture I shall soon survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.
John Fawcett, 1782.
78 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_Eternity of God._ (1071)
O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
79 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_Divine Perfections._ (182)
I sing th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.
Isaac Watts.
80 Dundee. C.M.
_Our Heavenly Father._ (21)
My God how wonderful thou art!
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful thy mercy seat,
In depths of burning light.
2 How dread are thine eternal years,
Oh, everlasting Lord!
By prostrate spirits day and night,
Incessantly adored.
3 Oh, how I fear thee, living God!
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.
4 Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord!
Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of this poor heart.
5 No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother, half so mild,
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.
6 Father of Jesus! love's reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee.
Frederick Wm. Faber, 1849.
81 Dundee. C.M.
_God's Ways Not Understood._ (848)
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
William Cowper, 1772.
82 Dundee. C.M.
_Majesty. Ps. 18._
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
2 On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
3 He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
Forevermore shall reign.
Thomas Sternhold, d. 1549.
83 Triumph. L.M.
_The Goodness of God._ (176)
Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spreading wood,
Ten thousand voices seem to cry,
"God made us all, and God is good."
2 The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night's sparkling hosts all seem to sky,
In accents clear, that God is good.
3 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,
By God's own hand with speech endued;
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.
4 For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord;
But chiefly for our heavenly food,
Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word;
These prompt our song that God is good.
John H. Gurney.
84 Triumph. L.M.
_The Eternity of God._ (179)
Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.
2 A thousand ages in their flight
With thee are as a fleeting day;
Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display.
3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream--
A passing thought, that soon is o'er;
That fades with morning's earliest beam,
And fills the musing mind no more.
4 To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
Each passing moment so to spend,
That we at length with thee may live
Where life and bliss shall never end.
Isaac Watts.
85 Triumph. L.M.
_God Seen in nature._ (178)
There is a God--all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies;
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes in characters of light
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God--
Bow down before him and adore.
Anne Steele
86 Triumph. L.M.
_The Lord God Omnipotent._ (14)
The Lord is King; child of the dust!
The Judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all his ways;
Let every creature speak his praise.
2 The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice;
From world to world the joy shall ring--
The Lord omnipotent is King.
3 The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist his will, distrust his care,
Or murmur at his wise decrees,
Or doubt his royal promises?
4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, his love forsake,
Then may his children cease to sing--
The Lord omnipotent is King.
Josiah Conder.
87 Faben. 8s & 7s. D.
_God is Love._
God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens:
God is wisdom, God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 E'en the hour the darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
Sir John Bowring, 1825.
88 Mannheim. 8s & 7s.
_The Divine Glory._ (56)
Lord! thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
2 Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels' cry--
"Holy, holy, holy!" singing,
"Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!"
3 Ever thus in God's high praises,
Brethren! let our tongues unite;
Chief the heart when duty raises
God-ward at his mystic rite.
Richard Mant, 1828.
89 Azmon. C.M.
_Creating Wisdom._ (184)
Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace rings.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
3 Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder--God.
4 But the sweet beauties of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine, in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.
Isaac Watts, 1705.
90 Azmon. C.M.
_The Trinity._ (388)
Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Whom One in Three we know;
By all thy heavenly host adored,
By all thy Church below.
2 One undivided Trinity
With triumph we proclaim;
The universe is full of thee,
And speaks thy glorious name.
3 Thee, holy Father, we confess;
Thee, holy Son, adore;
And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless,
And worship evermore.
4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,
Our heavenly song shall be
Supreme, Essential One, adored
In co-eternal Thee!
C. Wesley, 1767.
91 Azmon. C.M.
_God is Love._ (183)
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And lift your souls above;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that--God is love.
2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears,
To show that--God is love.
3 Behold his patience lengthened out
To those who from him rove,
And calls effectual reach their hearts,
To teach them--God is love.
4 The work begun is carried on
By power from heaven above;
And every step from first to last,
Declares that--God is love.
George Burder, 1784.
92 Azmon. C.M.
_God's Constant Goodness._ (179)
Jehovah God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see;
Oh, may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee.
2 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
3 In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend;
In every age, in every clime,
Our Father and our Friend.
John Thompson, 1810
93 God is Love. P.M.
_Praise for God's Love._
Come, let us all unite to sing,
God is love;
Let heav'n and earth their praises bring,
God is love;
Let every soul from sin awake,
Each in his heart sweet music make,
And sing with us for Jesus' sake,
For God is love.
Ref.--God is love,
God is love.
Come, let us all unite to sing
That God is love.
2 Oh, tell us to earth's remotest bound,
God is love;
In Christ we have redemption found,
God is love;
His blood has washed our sins away,
His Spirit turned our night to day,
And now we can rejoice to say
That God is love.
3 How happy is our portion here,
God is love;
His promises our spirits cheer,
God is love;
He is our sun and shield by day,
Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay;
He will be with us all the way;
Our God is love.
Anon.
94 Carol. C.M.D.
_The Angels' Song._ (206)
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all gracious King:"
The earth in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
2 Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still celestial music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds,
The blessed angels sing.
3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way,
With painful steps and slow;--
Look up! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
4 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold!
When peace shall over all the earth
Its final splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing!
E.H. Sears, 1850.
95 Carol. C.M.D.
_A Light to Lighten the Gentiles._ (203)
The race that long in darkness pine
Have seen a glorious light;
The people dwell in day who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come,
With joy, as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.
2 To us a child of hope is born;
To us a Son is given;
And him shall all the earth obey,
And all the hosts of heaven.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
Forevermore adored,
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord.
John Morrison, 1781.
96 Christmas. C.M.
_The Angel's Message_ (208)
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
2 "Fear not," said he,--for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind,--
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
3 "To you, in David's town, this day,
Is born of David's line,
The Savior, who is Christ, the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:
4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."
5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, and thus
Addressed their joyful song:
6 "All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace:
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease!"
Nahum Tate, 1696.
97 Zerah. C.M.
_The Chorus of Angels._ (210)
Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.
4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring--
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King."
Edmund H. Sears, 1835.
98 Antioch. C.M.
_Psalm 98._ (200)
Joy to the world! the Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns:
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
99 Antioch. C.M.
_Christ's Mission._ (202)
Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes--
The Savior promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.
4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
Philip Doddridge, 1735.
100 Antioch. C.M.
_Jesus is God._ (195)
Jesus is God! the glorious bands
Of holy angels sing
Songs of adoring praise to him,
Their Maker and their King.
2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib,
On Calvary's cross, true God;
He who, in heaven, eternal reigned,
In time, on earth abode.
3 Jesus is God! there never was
A time when he was not;
Boundless, eternal, merciful,
The Word the Sire begot.
4 Backward our thoughts through ages stretch,
Onward through endless bliss;
For there are two eternities,
And both alike are his.
5 Jesus is God! oh, could I now,
But compass land and sea,
To teach and tell this single truth,
How happy should I be!
6 Oh, had I but an angel's voice,
I would proclaim so loud,
Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful,
Is everlasting God.
Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862.
101 Herald Angels. 7s D.
(219)
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 triumph of the skies!
With the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
2 See, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity.
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.
3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness;
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Let us, then, with angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled."
C. Wesley, 1759
102 Herald Angels. 7s D.
_Glory to God._ (204)
Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung
At our Redeemer's birth;
Mortals! awake: let every tongue
Proclaim his matchless worth.
2 Glory to God, who dwells on high,
And sent his only Son
To take a servant's form, and die,
For evils we had done!
3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race!
Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes, with rich abounding grace
To save and not destroy.
4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth,
And fill the world with light,
That Jew and Gentile, through the earth,
May know thy saving might.
William Hurn, 1813.
1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s.
_God's Salvation Morning._
What means this glorious radiance
Across Judea's plain?
Those white-winged angels singing
In such exultant strain?
Cho.--The King of glory cometh,
Earth's broken hearts to bind,
And God's salvation morning
Hath dawned for all mankind.
2 What means this wondrous story
The holy angels tell?
Of one who reigned in heaven,
And now on earth would dwell?
3 Why bend these Eastern sages
To one of lowly birth?
What means this heav'nly message
Of love and peace on earth?
4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness,
On ocean deep and land,
Hail! hail! the joyful tidings,
The morning is at hand.
M. E. Servoss.
104 Invitation. C.M.
_The Forgiving One._ (232)
What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone
Around thy steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!
2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee;
Like thee, O Lord! to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.
4 One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that springs
From union, Lord, with thee.
Edward Denny, 1839.
105 Invitation. C.M.
_The True Test._
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For him no depths can drown.
2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is he;
And faith has yet its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
3 The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
4 Through him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with his name.
5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine!
J. G. Whittier.
106 Invitation. C.M.
_Childhood of Jesus._ (228)
In stature grows the heavenly Child,
With death before his eyes;
A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,
Prepared for sacrifice.
2 The Son of God his glory hides
With parents mean and poor;
And he who made the heavens abides
In dwelling-place obscure.
3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky
No earthly toil refuse;
And he who set the stars on high
A humble trade pursues.
4 He before whom the angels stand.
At whose behest they fly,
Now yields himself to man's command,
And lays his glory by.
5 The Father's name we loudly raise,
The Son we all adore,
The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise,
Both now and evermore.
Anon.
107 Invitation. C.M.
_A Man of Sorrow._ (229)
A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Savior passed;
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last
2 That tender heart which felt for all,
For us its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place.
Save only in the grave.
3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world
That wreathed his brow with thorn?
4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.
H. Bonar.
108 Olivet. L.M.
_The Meekness of Jesus._ (242)
How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine;
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who, like thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou God of God, thou Light of Light!
Oh, who, like thee, did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;
Yet love, through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in thy light, be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838.
109 Olivet. L.M.
_The Teaching of Jesus._ (243)
How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke;
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
John Bowring, 1823.
110 Olivet. L.M.
_Christ's Example._ (239)
My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy Word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew;
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
111 Overberg. L.M.
_The Miracles of Christ._ (247)
Behold! the blind their sight receive;
Behold! the dead awake and live;
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap, like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, the triumphant God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence, and forever, from my heart,
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
113 Overberg. L.M.
_Entry into Jerusalem._ (248)
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue thy road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Bide on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Awaits his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp, ride on to die;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power and reign.
Henry Hart Milman, 1827.
113 Overberg. L.M.
_The Transfiguration._ (245)
Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,
Of glory that the church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows,
Where brighter than the sun he glows!
2 From age to age the tale declare,
How with the three disciples there,
Where Moses and Elias meet,
The Lord holds converse high and sweet.
3 The law and prophets there have place,
Two chosen witnesses of grace;
The Father's voice from out the cloud
Proclaimed his only Son aloud.
4 With shining face and bright array
Christ deigns to manifest to-day,
What glory shall be theirs above
Who joy in God with perfect love.
Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851.
114 Bavaria. 8s & 7s D.
_Christ Our Example._ (251)
Ever would I fain be reading,
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Savior's gentle pleading,
Truth in ev'ry word and look.
How to all the sick and tearful
Help was ever gladly shown;
How he sought the poor and fearful,
Called them brothers and his own.
2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him,
And was bidden to depart;
How, with gentle words he taught him,
Took the death from out his heart.
Still I read the ancient story,--
And my joy is ever new,--
How for us he left his glory,
How he still is kind and true.
3 How the flock he gently leadeth,
Whom his Father gave him here;
How his arms he widely spreadeth,
To his heart to draw us near.
Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee,
Let my heart in tears o'erflow,
Melted by thy love adore thee,
Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe.
Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829.
Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858
115 Heber. C.M.
_The Example of Christ._ (236)
Behold where, in the Friend of man,
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues all in Jesus meet,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"
4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear;
Oh, may we tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share.
William Endfield, 1802.
116 Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M.
_Christ's Love._
In vain in high and holy lays
My soul her grateful voice would raise;
For who can sing the worthy praise
Of the wonderful love of Jesus?
Cho.--Wonderful love! wonderful love!
Wonderful love of Jesus!
Wonderful love! wonderful love!
Wonderful love of Jesus!
2 A joy by day, a peace by night,
In storms a calm, in darkness light;
In pain a balm, in weakness might,
Is the wonderful love of Jesus.
3 My hope for pardon when I call,
My trust for lifting when I fall;
In life, in death, my all in all,
Is the wonderful love of Jesus.
E.S. Lorenz.
117 Olive's Brow. L.M.
_Christ in Gethsemane._ (253)
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,
The suffering Savior prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Savior wrestles lone with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.
4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.
W.B. Tappan, 1822.
118 Windham. L.M.
_"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"_ (256)
From Calvary a cry was heard--
A bitter and heart-rending cry;
My Savior! ev'ry mournful word
Bespoke thy soul's deep agony
2 A horror of great darkness fell
On thee, thou spotless holy One!
And all the eager hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son.
3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,
These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah veiled his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.
4 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died that we might never die.
John W. Cunningham, 1820.
119 Zephyr. L.M.
_Consecration in View of the Cross._ (261)
When I 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.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were all the realms of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine.
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
120 Miriam, 7s & 6s. Double.
(300)
O sacred head, now wounded!
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred head, what glory,
What bliss, till now, was thine!
Yet tho' despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain;
Lo! here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favor;
Vouchsafe to me thy grace.
3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in thy body broken,
I thus with safety hide;
My Lord of life! desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside thy cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to thee.
Paul Gerhardt, 1659.
121 Avon. C.M.
_Before the Cross._ (281)
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin!
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
Cho.--Jesus died for you,
And Jesus died for me,
Yes, Jesus died for all mankind;
Bless God, salvation's free.
Cho.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own,
And ever faithful be;
And when thou sittest on thy throne.
O Lord, remember me.
122 Avon. C.M.
_Jesus Died for Me._
Great God, when I approach thy throne
And all thy glory see;
This is my stay, and this alone,
That Jesus died for me.
2 How can a soul condemned to die,
Escape the just decree?
Helpless and full of sin am I,
But Jesus died for me.
3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,
Oh, how can I get free?
No peace can all my efforts gain,
But Jesus died for me.
4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,
This must be all my plea;
Save me by thy almighty grace,
For Jesus died for me.
W.B. Bathurst, d. 1877.
123 Cowper. C.M.
_Contrition at the Cross._ (283)
O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,
While at thy cross I kneel,
Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,
And all thy sorrows feel.
2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,
This heart so hard before;
I hear thee for the guilty plead,
And grief o'erflows the more.
3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,
And I a sinner stand;
What love speaks from thy dying eye,
And from each pierced hand!
4 I know this cleansing blood of thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me;
For me, for all--oh, grace divine!--
Who look by faith on thee.
Ray Palmer, 1867.
124 Cowper. C.M.
_Resting Beneath the Cross._ (277)
Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat,
To yonder cross I flee;
Beneath its shelter take my seat:
No shade like this for me!
2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst,
A fountain sparkling free;
And there I quench my desert thirst:
No spring like this for me!
3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!
4 For burdened ones a resting-place
Beside that cross I see;
Here I cast off my weariness:
No rest like this for me!
H. Bonar, 1857.
125 The Cross. C.M.
_The Precious Love._ (530)
The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross!
The hallowed cross I see;
Reminding me of precious blood
That once was shed for me.
Cho.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood,
That Jesus shed for me;
Upon the cross, in crimson flood,
Just now by faith I see.
2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross,
My Savior bore for me;
It bowed him to the earth with grief
On sad Mount Calvary
3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds;
Oh, they were made for me!
His hands and feet, his holy head,
All pierced and torn I see.
4 The death, the death, the awful death!
That Jesus died for me;
I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive,"
His bleeding side I see.
5 The love, the love, the matchless love,
That bled upon the tree!
It melts my heart, it wins my love,
It brings me, Lord, to thee.
J.H. Stockton.
126 Gorton. S.M.
_Our Ransom Paid._ (296)
Our sins on Christ were laid;
He bore the mighty load;
Our ransom price he fully paid
In groans, and tears, and blood.
2 To save a world he dies;
Sinners, behold the Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes;
Seek mercy in his name.
3 Pardon and peace abound;
He will your sins forgive;
Salvation in his name is found,--
He bids the sinner live.
4 Jesus, we look to thee;--
Where else can sinners go?
Thy boundless love shall set us free
From wretchedness and woe.
J. Fawcett, 1760.
127 Gorton. S.M.
_For Me He Died._ (300)
Are there no wounds for me?
Hast thou received them all?
How can I, Lord, the anguish see,
Beneath which thou didst fall?
2 'Tis over now, I know,--
That suffering life of thine;
Thy precious blood has ceased to flow,
Thou wear'st thy crown divine;
3 But yet, I weeping see
The thorns which pierced thy head;
Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,
For me to death thou'rt led!
4 Meekly, with love divine,
Thy holy head is bent,
And streams of blood, for sins of mine,
Flow where thy side is rent.
5 Beneath this sacred flood
I bow my sinful soul;
Dear Savior, let thy precious blood
Wash me and make me whole.
Mrs. Grace Webster Hinsdale, 1868.
128 Owen. S.M.
_The Savior's Tears._ (298)
Did Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears--
The wondering angels see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept--that we might weep--
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
Benjamin Beddome, 1787.
129 Toplady. 7s, 6.
_Rock of Ages._ (515)
Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee:
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
2 Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne--
Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
Cho.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee,
Let me hide myself in thee.
130 Salvator Mundi. 7s. D.
_The Litany._ (513)
By thy birth, and by thy tears;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode--
Savior, look with thy pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,--
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.
Sir Robert Grant, 1815.
131 Rathbun. 8s &7s.
_Glorying in the Cross._ (979)
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
Sir John Bowring, 1825.
132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s.
_Looking to the Cross._ (980)
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend!
2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace, with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before the cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much?--I've much forgiven,--
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,--
Life deriving from his death.
James Allen, 1761.
Altered by Walter Shirley, 1176.
133 Rathbun. 8s & 7s.
_The Price of Salvation._
When I view my Savior bleeding,
For my sins upon the tree;
Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding
Great his love appears to me!
2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.
To impede his labors, came;
Yet they all could not extinguish
Love's eternal, burning flame.
3 Now redemption is completed,
Full salvation is procured;
Death and Satan are defeated,
By the sufferings he endured.
4 Now the gracious Mediator,
Risen to the courts of bliss,
Claims for me, a sinful creature,
Pardon, righteousness, and peace!
5 Sure, such infinite affection
Lays the highest claims to mine;
All my powers, without exception,
Should in fervent praises join.
6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;
Form me for thyself alone;
I am thy most costly purchase,--
Take possession of thine own.
R. Lee.
134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? P.M.
_Return for Christ's Sufferings._
I gave my life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,
That thou mightst ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
I gave, I gave my life for thee,
What hast thou given for me?
2 My Father's house of light,
My glory-circled throne,
I left for earthly night,
For wand'rings sad and lone;
I left, I left it all for thee,
Hast thou left aught for me?
3 I suffered much for thee,
More than thy tongue can tell,
Of bitterest agony,
To rescue thee from hell;
I've borne, I've borne it all for thee,
What hast thou borne for me?
4 And I have brought to thee,
Down from my home above,
Salvation full and free,
My pardon and my love;
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee,
What hast thou brought to me?
Frances R. Havergal.
135 Come to the Cross. P.M.
_Blessing at the Cross._
Come to the cross, where the Savior died,
Look to the Lamb that was crucified;
Turn to the mournful and tragic scene,
Gaze on the suffering Nazarene.
Cho.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!
Look, for eternal life he will give.
Come to the cross, where the Savior died,
Look to the Lamb that was crucified.
2 Fall at the feet of the dying One,
Trust in the name of the Father's Son;
Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood,
Seek for thy cure in the healing flood.
3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love,
Cherish the hope of a crown above;
Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven,
Lean on the promise of rest in heaven.
Rev. J.H. Martin.
136 Near the Cross. P.M.
_Near the Cross._
Jesus, keep me near the cross
There a precious fountain
Free to all--a healing stream,
Flows from Calvary's mountain.
Cho.--In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever,
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
2 Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Shed its beams around me.
3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadows o'er me.
4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
Fanny J. Crosby.
137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.
_Christ's Crucifixion._
Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior,
Saw ye my Savior and God?
Oh! he died on Calvary,
To atone for you and me,
And to purchase our pardon with blood.
2 He was extended, he was extended,
Painfully nailed to the cross;
Here he bowed his head and died;
Thus my Lord was crucified,
To atone for a world that was lost.
3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!
Prince, and the Author of peace!
Oh! he burst the bars of death,
And, triumphant from the earth,
He ascended to mansions of bliss.
4 There interceding, there interceding,
Pleading that sinners may live;
Crying, "Father, I have died;
Oh, behold my hands and side!
Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"
5 "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."
138 Baca. L.M.
_Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ._ (264)
Deep in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul.
2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for sins that we have done.
3 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honors of thy law restored;
His sorrows made thy justice known.
And paid for follies not his own.
4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live;
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
139 Baca. L.M.
_Peace and Safety at the Cross._ (265)
Beneath thy cross I lay me down,
And mourn to see thy bloody crown;
Love drops in blood from every vein;
Love is the spring of all thy pain.
2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay,
And spend my longing hours away;
Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain,
And contemplate thy woes again.
3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!
Where inward fears are all suppressed;
Here I shall love, and live secure,
And patiently my cross endure.
Wm. Williams.
140 Baca. L.M.
_Thanks to Jesus for His Love._ (270)
O love! who gav'st thy life for me,
And won an everlasting good
Through thy sore anguish on the tree,
I ever think upon thy blood!
2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved
For this cold heart, unworthy thine,
Whom the cold grave and death received,
I thank thee for that grief divine.
3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die
To win eternal life for me,
To bring salvation from on high:
Oh, draw me up through love to thee!
From the German. Author unknown.
141 Woodstock. C.M.
_Christ's Triumph over Death._ (309)
The morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings;
Defeated hell stands sullen by,
The world exulting sings.
2 While he, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breaches of the grave
Strides forth into the day.
3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison
Past fettered he has lain;
But he has mastered death, is risen,
And death wears now the chain.
4 The shining angels cry, "Away
With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!"
Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867.
142 Warwick. C.M.
_Resurrection and Ascension._ (311)
Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
Who clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.
3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.
4 There our exalted Savior reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
143 Nuremburg. 7s.
_The Lord is Risen._ (322)
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight; the battle won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise--
Christ hath opened paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save:
Where's thy victory, boasting grave?
Charles Wesley, 1739.
144 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s.
_Resurrection and Ascension._ (325)
Angel! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise:
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulcher new-born.
4 Heaven displays her portals wide;
Glorious Hero! through them ride!
King of glory! mount the throne--
Thy great Father's and thine own.
Thomas Scott, 1772.
145 Hudson. S.M.
_The Lord is Risen._ (313)
'"The Lord is risen indeed!"
The grave hath lost its prey;
With him shall rise the ransomed seed
To reign in endless day.
2 "The Lord is risen indeed!"
He lives to die no more;
He lives his people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
3 "The Lord is risen indeed!"
Attending angels hear;
Up to the courts of heaven with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
Thomas Kelly, 1804.
146 Mendon. L.M.
_Exaltation of Christ._ (318)
Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
And tell the wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes he wore above;
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love.
3 Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues
And echoes through the heavenly plains.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
147 Mendon. L.M.
_The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319)
The morning kindles all the sky;
The heavens resound with anthems high;
The shining angels, as they speed,
Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed."
2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred
While Roman guards kept watch and ward;
Majestic from the spoiled tomb,
In pomp of triumph he has come!
3 When the amazed disciples heard,
Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;
Their Lord's beloved face to see,
Eager they haste to Galilee.
4 His pierced hands to them he shows;
His face with love's own radiance glows;
They with the angel's message speed,
And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"
Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.
148 Harmony Grove. L.M.
_Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320)
Hail! morning known among the blest,
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
Pledge of the endless rest above.
2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,
Who from the dead hath brought his Son;
Hope to the lost was then restored,
And everlasting glory won.
3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye
When our Immanuel left the dead;
Faith marked his bright ascent on high,
And hope with gladness raised her head.
E. Wardlaw, 1814.
149 Baltzell. L.M.
_My Redeemer Lives._
I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.
2 He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;
3 He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul's complaint;
4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives I'll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same--
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives.
Samuel Medley, 1789.
150 Dort. 6s & 4s.
_Glorious Conqueror._ (329)
Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,
Into thy native skies,
Assume thy right;
And where, in many a fold,
The clouds are backward rolled;
Pass thro' these gates of gold,
And reign in light.
2 Victor o'er death and hell,
Cherubic legions swell
The radiant strain;
Praises all heav'n inspire;
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And claps his wings of fire;
Thou Lamb, once slain.
3 Enter, incarnate God!
No feet but thine have trod
The serpent down;
Blow the full trumpets, blow!
Wider your portals throw!
Savior, triumphant, go
And take thy crown.
4 Lion of Judah, hail!
And let thy name prevail
From age to age;
Lord of the rolling years,
Claim for thine own the spheres,
For thou hast bought with tears
Thine heritage.
Matthew Bridges, 1848.
151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_Jesus Reigns._ (354)
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 King of glory! reign forever--
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own;
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.
3 Savior! hasten thine appearing;
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;--
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,--
"Glory to our King!"
Thomas Kelly, 1806.
152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_The Return to Heaven._ (353)
Jesus comes, his conflict over,--
Comes to claim his great reward;
Angels round the Victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.
2 Yonder throne for him erected,
Now becomes the Victor's seat;
Lo, the man on earth rejected!
Angels worship at his feet:
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.
3 Day and night they cry before him,--
"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!"
All the powers of heaven adore him,
All obey his sovereign word;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.
Thomas Kelly, 1804.
153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_We Live in Him._ (333)
See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,
See the King in royal state,
Riding on the clouds, his chariot,
To his heavenly palace gate!
Hark! the choirs of angel voices
Joyful hallelujahs sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heavenly King.
2 Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory;
He, who on the cross did suffer,
He, who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
He by death has spoiled his foes.
3 Thou hast raised our human nature,
On the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places,
There with thee in glory stand;
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord! in thine ascension,
We by faith behold our own.
Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.
154 Coronation. C.M.
_Crown Him Lord of All._ (336)
All hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this earthly ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
6 O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780.
155 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338)
Come, let us join in songs of praise
To our ascended Priest;
He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.
2 Below he washed our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;
Now he appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.
3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which he himself o'ercame.
4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,
Nor blush to wear his name;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
Our mouths his praise proclaim.
Anon. 1818.
156 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_Perfect Through Suffering._ (337)
The head, that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is his--is his by right;
"The King of kings, and Lord of lords,"
And heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,
And grants his name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name--an everlasting name;
Their joy--the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above;
Their profit and their joy--to know
The mystery of his love.
6 The cross he bore is life and health--
Though shame and death to him;
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Thomas Kelly, 1820.
157 Elizabethtown. C.M.
_Christ's Compassion to the Weak._ (341)
With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.
_The Lord is at Hand._
There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky,
Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year,
And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh,
For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
Cho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near;
Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!
Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll,
And the King in his glory shall appear.
2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared,
And the looking for the Savior to appear,
That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared,
For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord,
For the King ere the kingdom must appear;
Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!
Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long,
And the hearts of men are failing them for fear;
Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song,
That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
D. W. Whittle.
159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s.
_Christ's Coming Desired._ (224)
Come, thou long-expected Jesus!
Born to set thy people free!
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart.
3 Born, thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Charles Wesley, 1744.
160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s.
_The Day of the Lord._
Our Lord is now rejected,
And by the world disowned,
By the many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned,
But soon he'll come in glory,
The hour is drawing nigh,
For the crowning day is coming by and by.
Cho.--Oh, the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by,
When our Lord shall come in "power,"
And "glory" from on high.
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
2 The heavens shall glow with splendor,
But brighter far than they
The saints shall shine in glory,
As Christ shall them array,
The beauty of the Savior,
Shall dazzle every eye,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
3 Our pain shall then be over,
We'll sin and sigh no more,
Behind us all of sorrow,
And nought but joy before,
A joy in our Redeemer,
As we to him are nigh,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
4 Let all that look for, hasten
The coming joyful day,
By earnest consecration,
To walk the narrow way.
By gathering in the lost ones,
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that's coming by and by.
D.W. Whittle
161 Truro. L.M.
_The Church Longing for Christ._ (907)
Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Zion's gates?
2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.
3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled,
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,
To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us by thy grace to share,
The triumphs of thy conquering power.
William H. Bathurst, 1831.
162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D.
_Crown Him Lord of All._ (615)
Crown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.
Hail, ye saints, who know his favor,
Who within his gates are found;
Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior,
Let his courts with praise resound.
2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;
Thee our Savior! thee our God!
From his throne his beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
Jesus, thee our Savior hailing
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.
William Goode, 1811.
163 Abt. 8s & 7s.
_Much Forgiven._ (616)
Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!
Only thee I wish to sing.
To my soul, thy name is precious,
Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!
Oh! what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way
4 Witness, all ye host of heaven!
My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir!
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst, astonished, I admire
God's free grace, and boundless love.
6 That blest moment I received him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace:
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
John Wingrove, 1806.
164 Olivet. 6s & 4s.
_Veni, Sancte Spiritus!_ (386)
Come, Holy Ghost! in love,
Shed on us, from above,
Thine own bright ray:
Divinely good thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart,
To gladden each sad heart;
Oh! come to-day!
2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful Guest!
With soothing power;
Rest, which the weary know;
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow;
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow;
Cheer us, this hour!
3 Come, Light serene, and still
Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast:
We know no dawn but thine;
Send forth thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest.
4 Exalt our low desires;
Extinguish passion's fires;
Heal every wound;
Our stubborn spirits bend;
Our icy coldness end;
Our devious steps attend,
While heavenward bound.
Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858.
165 Olivet. 6s & 4s.
_The Spirit of Truth._ (387)
Thou! whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And, where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
"Let there be light!"
2 Thou! who didst come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind;--
Oh! now to all mankind,
"Let there be light!"
3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving holy Dove!
Speed forth thy flight:
Move o'er the water's face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And, in earth's darkest place,
"Let there be light!"
John Marriott, 1813.
166 Balerma. C.M.
_Breathing after the Holy Spirit._ (363)
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!
With all thy quickening powers,--
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look--how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
167 Balerma. C.M.
_The Source of Life and Light._ (364)
Great Spirit! by whose mighty power
All creatures live and move,
On us thy benediction shower;
Inspire our souls with love.
2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;
Darkness and doubt dispel;
Give peace and joy, for we are thine;
In us forever dwell.
3 From death to life our spirits raise;
Complete redemption bring;
New tongues impart to speak the praise
Of Christ, our God and King.
4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown
To all the world beside;
Exalting, then, we feel, and own
Our Jesus glorified.
Thomas Howels, 1792.
168 Arlington. C.M.
_The Descent of the Spirit._ (369)
Spirit Divine! attend our prayers,
And make this house thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers,
Oh, come, great Spirit! come.
2 Come as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.
3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts,
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.
4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;
And let thy church on earth become
Blessed as the church above.
5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound
And pentecostal grace;
That all, of woman born, may see
The glory of thy face.
Andrew Reed, 1841.
169 Arlington. C.M.
_Assurance._
Why should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend, and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
170 Arlington. C.M.
_The Spirit's Work._ (366)
Eternal Spirit! by whose power
Are burst the bands of death,
On our cold hearts thy blessings shower,
And stir them with thy breath.
2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way,
Each rising fear control,
And, with a warm, enlivening ray,
To melt the icy soul.
3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed,
To raise us when we fall;
To calm the doubting, troubled breast,
And aid when sinners call.
4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word,
And write it on our heart;
There its reviving truths record,
And there its peace impart.
5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus
Our hearts, and guide our ways;
Pour down thy quickening grace on us,
And tune our lips to praise.
Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830.
171 Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D.
_The Guide._
Holy Spirit, faithful Guide,
Ever near the Christian's side;
Gently lead us by the hand,
Pilgrims in a desert land;
Weary souls fore'er rejoice,
While they hear that sweetest voice
Whisper softly, wanderer come!
Follow me, I'll guide thee home.
2 Ever present, truest Friend,
Ever near thine aid to lend,
Leave us not to doubt and fear,
Groping on in darkness drear,
When the storms are raging sore,
Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er
Whisper softly, wanderer come!
Follow me, I'll guide thee home.
3 When our days of toil shall cease,
Waiting still for sweet release,
Nothing left but heaven and prayer,
Wondering if our names were there;
Wading deep the dismal flood,
Pleading nought but Jesus' blood,
Whisper softly, wanderer come!
Follow me, I'll guide thee home.
M.M. Wells.
172 Pleyel. 7s.
_The Holy Spirit in Conversion._ (383)
Gracious Spirit, love divine,
Let thy light within me shine;
All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me full of heaven and love.
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in his precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart!
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.
4 Let me never from thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine,
Keep me, Lord, forever thine.
John Stocker, 1776.
173 Zephyr. L.M.
_The Descent of the Spirit._ (375)
Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love,
Who sitt'st enthroned in light above!
Descend, and bear us on thy wings,
Far from these low and fleeting things.
2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal,
'Tis thine to make the hardened feel;
Thine to give light to blinded eyes,
And bid the groveling spirit rise.
3 When faith is weak, and courage fails,
When grief or doubt our soul assails,
Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer?
Great Comforter! be ever near.
4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire;
With burning zeal our souls inspire;
Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm,
Our joys refresh, our passions calm.
5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam;
Come like the cooling, cleansing stream;
With all thy graces present be:--
Spirit of God! we wait for thee.
William Lindsay Alexander, 1867.
174 Whitefield. S.M.
_The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence._ (378)
Come, Holy Spirit, come;
Let thy bright beams arise,
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.
2 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never dying love.
3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life in ev'ry part,
And new create the whole.
4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts;
Our minds from bondage free.
Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The Father, Son, and thee.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
175 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.
_The Fullness of the Spirit._
Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit;
Bathe my trembling heart and brow;
Fill me with thy hallowed presence,
Come, oh, come and fill me now.
Cho.--Fill me now, fill me now;
Jesus, come, and fill me now;
Fill me with thy hallowed presence,
Come, oh, come, and fill me now.
2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit,
Tho' I cannot tell thee how;
But I need thee, greatly need thee,
Come, oh, come, and fill me now.
3 I am weakness, full of weakness;
At thy sacred feet I bow;
Blest, divine, eternal Spirit,
Fill with power, and fill me now.
4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me;
Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow;
Thou art comforting and saving,
Thou art sweetly filling now.
E.H. Stokes, D.D.
176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.
_Guide and Comforter._
Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing,
Ever watchful, ever kind,
Thy celestial aid possessing,
Prisoned souls deliverance find.
2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union,
Source of light, and Flame of love,
Symbol of divine communion,
In the olive-bearing dove.
3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error,
Comforter of minds distressed,
When the billows fill with terror;
Pointing to an ark of rest.
4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit,
Greater than all gifts below,
May our hearts thy grace inherit;
May our lips thy glories show!
Thomas J. Judkin.
177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.
_The Source of Consolation._
Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night;
Come, thou Source of joy and gladness,
Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.
2 From the height which knows no measure,
As a gracious shower descend,
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
3 Author of the new creation,
Come with unction and with power;
Make our hearts thy habitation;
On our souls thy graces shower.
4 Hear, O hear our supplication,
Blessed Spirit, God of peace!
Rest upon this congregation,
With the fullness of thy grace.
Paul Gerhardt, 1653.
Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt.
178 Kentucky. S.M.
_Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405)
Ah! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
3 All-seeing, powerful God,
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
4 Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Savior's blood.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
179 Kentucky. S.M.
_An Evil Heart._ (406)
Astonished and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The source of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Envy and pride, deceit and guile,
Distrust and slavish fear.
3 Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant lusts subdue;
Drive the old serpent from his seat,
And all my powers renew.
4 This done,--my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My heart shall glow with gratitude,
My lips be filled with praise.
Benjamin Beddome, 1787.
180 Olmutz. S.M.
_The Reign of Sin._ (407)
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise.
2 Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.
3 The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.
4 Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
181 Downs. C.M.
_The Need of Regeneration._ (396)
How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.
3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason's darkened eyes.
4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord! be thine.
Anne Steele, 1760.
182 Downs. C.M.
_Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._ (397)
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord."
3 My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.
4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
183 Downs. C.M.
_Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400)
Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;
For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,
"Ye must be born again."
2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner's boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
"Ye must be born again."
3 That which is born of flesh is flesh,
And flesh it will remain:
Then marvel not that Jesus saith,
"Ye must be born again."
4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain:
Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.
John Fawcett.
184 Rockbridge. L.M.
_Man's Need of Christ._ (402)
Buried in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Till he descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our righteousness.
3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
And binds his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.
4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness
Thou art our mighty all, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
185 Melody. C.M.
_Law and Grace._ (399)
Vain are the hopes, the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions, guilt.
2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,
Without a murm'ring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.
3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now,
Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.
4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!
When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness,
That makes the sinner just.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
186 Glorious Fountain. C.M.
_Glorious Fountain._ (407)
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain!
Here will I stay,
And in thee ever
Wash my sins away.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Are saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.
William Cowper, 1779.
187 Siloam. C.M.
_The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488)
When wounded sore, the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound:
One hand alone, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.
2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One heart alone, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand, that brings relief;
His heart, that's touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.
4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.
Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.
188 Siloam. C.M.
_Salvation._
Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To Thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
Isaac Watts.
189 Dunbar. S.M.
_All Invited._ (446)
How, vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessed news around,
And spread it all abroad.
Cho.--I'm glad salvation's free!
I'm glad salvation's free!
Salvation's free for you and me,
I'm glad salvation's free!
2 How vast! "whoever will"
May drink at mercy's stream,
And know that faith in Jesus brings
Salvation now to him.
3 How full! it doth remove
The stain of every sin;
And makes the soul as white and pure,
As though no sin had been.
4 Poor trembling sinner, come!
God waits to comfort thee,
Come, cast thyself upon his love,
So vast, so full, so free.
Vestry H. & T. Book.
190 Boylston. S.M.
_The Better Sacrifice._ (297)
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
Isaac Watts
191 Jesus Saves. P.M.
_Atonement for All._
We have heard the joyful sound,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Spread the tidings all around,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Bear the news to ev'ry land,
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward! 'tis our Lord's command;
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
2 Waft it on the rolling tide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Tell to sinners far and wide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Sing, ye islands of the sea,
Echo back, ye ocean caves;
Earth shall keep her jubilee;
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
3 Sing above the battle strife,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
By his death and endless life,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Sing it softly thro' the gloom,
When the heart for mercy craves;
Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
4 Give the winds a mighty voice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Let the nations now rejoice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Shout salvation full and free,
Highest hills and deepest caves;
This our song of victory,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Priscilla J. Owens.
192 Boylston. S.M.
_Ark of Salvation._
Like Noah's weary dove
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found,
2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
3 Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blessed.
Wm. A. Muhlenberg.
193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.
_A Joyful Message._
Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.
Ref.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.
2 Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.
3 Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.
4 Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I'll enter in.
Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.
194 Depth of Mercy. 7s.
_The Chief of Sinners_ (501)
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 There for me the Savior stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
4 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
195 Lenox. H.M.
_The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461)
Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
4 Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
Charles Wesley, 1755.
196 Lenox. H. M.
_The Sacrifice._
Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.
2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.
4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
5 My God is reconciled,
His pard'ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.
_Jesus Paid It All._
I hear the Savior say,
Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me thine all in all.
Cho.--Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
2 Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
3 For nothing good have I
Whereby thy grace to claim--
I'll wash my garment white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.
4 When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then "Jesus paid it all"
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
5 And when before the throne
I stand in him complete,
I'll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet.
Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.
198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.
_Rev. 22:17._ (479)
Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ, a ransom, dies.
2 The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse thy stain;
Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh,
For none can come in vain!
3 Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson stain,
There's boundless mercy here,
Oh, do not still disdain.
4 Look not within for peace,
Within, there's nought to cheer;
Look up, and find release
From sin, and self, and fear.
199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.
_A Complete Atonement._
Christ has for sin atonement made,
What a wonderful Savior!
We are redeem'd, the price is paid,
What a wonderful Savior!
Cho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!
What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!
2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,
What a wonderful Savior!
That reconciled my soul to God,
What a wonderful Savior!
3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,
What a wonderful Savior!
And now he reigns and rules therein,
What a wonderful Savior!
4 He walks beside me in the way,
What a wonderful Savior!
And keeps me faithful day by day,
What a wonderful Savior!
5 He gives me overcoming power,
What a wonderful Savior!
And triumph in each conflict hour,
What a wonderful Savior!
6 To him I've given all my heart,
What a wonderful Savior!
The world shall never share a part,
What a wonderful Savior!
E. A. Hoffman.
200 Wonderful Grace. P.M.
_Divine Grace._
'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
This great salvation brings;
The soul, delivered of its load,
In sweetest rapture sings.
Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,
'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Flowing still freely for me.
2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
Which saves the soul from sin,
The power of rising evil days,
And reigns supreme within.
3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;
Its streams are full and free;
Are flowing now for all the race,
They even flow to me.
Rev. W. H. Burrell.
201 Seeking for Me. P.M.
_Christ's Atoning Work._
Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,
Seeking for me, for me.
2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.
3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.
4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.
E. E. Hasty
202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.
_At the Door._ (429)
Behold a stranger at the door,
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
He'll cleanse the heart from sin,
Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
But let the dear Savior come in.
2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will--the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.
With garments died on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour's at hand
You'll at his door rejected stand.
Joseph Grigg, 1765.
203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.
_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430)
Oh, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
2 To-morrow's sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh, then be wise!
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
3 Our God in pity lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
4 The world has nothing left to give,
It has no new, no pure delight;
Oh, try the life which Christians live;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?
204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.
_Sinners, Turn!_
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 ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Savior, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace and die?
3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God; the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?
Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.
205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.
_Delay._ (454)
Hasten, sinner! to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom, if thou still despise,
Harder is she to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Hasten, sinner! to return,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
Thomas Scott, 1773.
206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.
_The Voice of Jesus._ (451)
Come, says Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim! hither come.
2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed this barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.
3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain!
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn!--
4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.
207 Why Do You Wait? P.M.
_Immediate Decision._
Why do you wait, dear brother,
Oh, why do you tarry so long?
Your Savior is waiting to give you
A place in his sanctified throng.
Cho.--Why not? why not?
Why not come to him now?
Why not? why not?
Why not come to him now?
2 What do you hope, dear brother,
To gain by a further delay?
There's no one to save you but Jesus,
There's no other way but his way.
3 Do you not feel, dear brother,
His Spirit now striving within?
Oh, why not accept his salvation,
And throw off thy burden of sin?
4 Why do you wait, dear brother,
The harvest is passing away,
Your Savior is longing to bless you,
There's danger and death in delay.
George F. Root.
208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.
_Come and Welcome._ (455)
From the cross uplifted high,
Where the Savior deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!--
"Love's redeeming' work is done--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne--
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid--
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
3 "Spread for thee, the festal board--
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Thou shalt be a child confessed,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
4 "Soon the days of life shall end--
Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!
Safe your spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day,
Up to my eternal home
Come and welcome, sinner, come!"
T. Haweis, 1792.
209 Azmon. C.M.
_The Gospel Feast._ (417)
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms;
He calls,--he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But, see! there yet is room.
3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet
4 Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.
6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.
Anne Steele, 1760.
210 Azmon. C.M.
_Gen. 6:3._
There is a line by us unseen,
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
God's patience and his wrath.
2 To pass that limit is to die,
To die as if by stealth;
It does not quench the beaming eye,
Nor pale the glow of health.
3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne
By which our path is crossed;
Beyond which God himself hath sworn
That he who goes is lost?
4 How far may we go on to sin?
How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin
The confines of despair?
5 An answer from the skies is sent,--
"Ye that from God depart,
While it is called to-day, repent,
And harden not your heart."
Joseph Addison Alexander.
211 Azmon. C.M.
_The Last Resolve._ (416)
Come, humble sinner! in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:--
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in
Whatever may oppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.
4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea;
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."
Edmund Jones, 1777.
212 Sessions. L.M.
_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427)
Say, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
3 Spurn not the call for life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight
And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened self-destroying men;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
5 Sinner! perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away
Then hope may never beam on thee.
Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.
213 Just As Thou Art. L.M.
_Just As Thou Art._ (428)
Just as thou art--without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,--
Or meekness for the heav'nly place,--
Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come.
2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree;
The stripes, thy due, were laid on me,
That peace and pardon might be free;--
Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come.
3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
I bring relief to hearts oppressed;--
Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come.
4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;--
Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come.
5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!"
Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!"
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;
Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come.
Russell S. Cook, 1850, _a._
214 Jesus is Calling. P.M.
_The Call of Christ._
Jesus is tenderly calling thee home--
Calling to-day, calling to-day;
Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam
Farther and farther away?
Ref.--Calling to-day,
Calling to-day.
Jesus is calling,
Is tenderly calling to-day.
2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest--
Calling to-day, calling to-day;
Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest;
He will not turn thee away.
3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now--
Waiting to-day, waiting to-day;
Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow;
Come, and no longer delay.
4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice--
Hear him to-day, hear him to-day;
They who believe on his name shall rejoice;
Quickly arise and away.
Fanny J. Crosby.
215 Goshen. 11s.
_All Things Ready._ (469)
Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,
When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!"
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better by staying away!
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive;
Oh, how can you question, if you will believe?
If sin is your burden, why will you not come?
'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.
4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?
There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;
If still you are doubting, make trial and see.
And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
Josiah Hopkins, 1830.
216 Goshen. 11s.
_Danger of Delay._ (470)
Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near;
The waters of life are now flowing for thee;
No price is demanded, the Savior is here,
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.
2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse
The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God?
A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse
To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?
3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come,
For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day;
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,--
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.
4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,
Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight;
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,--
To sink in the vale of eternity's night.
Thomas Hastings, 1831.
217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s.
_Divine Sympathy._ (477)
There's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.
Ref.--He is calling, "Come to me;"
Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee.
2 There's no place where earthly sorrows
Are more felt than up in heaven;
There's no place where earthly failings
Have such kindly judgment given.
3 For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man's mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
4 But we make his love too narrow,
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify his strictness
With a zeal he will not own.
5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus;
Come, but come not doubting thus;
Come with faith that trusts more freely
His great tenderness for us.
6 If our love were but more simple,
We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
Frederick Faber, _ab._
218 Come to Jesus.
(478)
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus just now,
Just now come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus just now.
2 He will save you.
3 Oh, believe him.
4 He is able.
5 He is willing.
6 He'll receive you.
7 Call upon him.
8 He will hear you.
9 Look unto him.
10 He'll forgive you.
11 Flee to Jesus.
12 He will cleanse you.
13 He will clothe you.
14 Jesus loves you.
15 Don't reject him.
16 Only trust him.
17 Hallelujah. Amen.
219 Who'll Be the Next? P.M.
_Delay Deplored._
Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?
Who'll be the next the cross to bear?
Someone is ready, someone is waiting;
Who'll be the next a crown to wear?
Ref.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next?
Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?
Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now?
Follow Jesus now?
2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus--
Follow his weary, bleeding feet?
Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden
Down at the Father's mercy-seat?
3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?
Who'll be the next to praise his name?
Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption--
Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb?
4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus,
Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide?
Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed,
Singing upon the other side?
Annie S. Hawks.
220 Let Him In. P.M.
_The Stranger at the Door._
There's a stranger at the door,
Let him in,
He has been there oft before,
Let him in;
Let him in ere he is gone,
Let him in, the Holy One,
Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,
Let him in.
2 Open now to him your heart,
Let him in,
If you wait he will depart,
Let him in;
Let him in, he is your Friend,
He your soul will sure defend,
He will keep you to the end,
Let him in.
3 Hear you now his loving voice?
Let him in,
Now, oh, now make him your choice
Let him in;
He is standing at the door,
Joy to you he will restore,
And his name you will adore,
Let him in.
4 Now admit the heavenly Guest,
Let him in,
He will make for you a feast,
Let him in;
He will speak your sins forgiv'n,
And when earth ties all are riven,
He will take you home to heaven,
Let him in.
Rev. J. B. Atchison.
221 Almost Persuaded. P.M.
_"Almost," but Lost._ (475)
"Almost persuaded" now to believe;
"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive;
Seems now some soul to say,
"Go, Spirit, go thy way;
Some more convenient day
On thee I'll call."
2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day;
"Almost persuaded," turn not away,
Jesus invites you here,
Angels are ling'ring near,
Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear;
Oh, wand'rer, come!
3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past!
"Almost persuaded," doom comes at last!
"Almost" cannot avail;
"Almost" is but to fail!
Sad, sad that bitter wail,--
"Almost," but lost!
P. P. Bliss.
222 To-Day. 6s & 4s.
(476)
To-day the Savior calls!
Ye wand'rers, come,
Oh, ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
2 To-day the Savior calls!
Oh, hear him now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.
3 Today the Savior calls!
For refuge fly!
The storm of justice falls,
And death is nigh.
4 The Spirit calls to-day;
Yield to his power;
Oh, grieve him not away,
'Tis mercy's hour.
223 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
_Invitation Hymn._ (463)
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.
4 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.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
Cho.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation,
Sound the praise of his dear name:
Glory, honor, and salvation,
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.
Cho.--I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in his arms,
In the arms of my dear Savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms!
224 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
_The Voice of Mercy._ (466)
Listen, sinner! mercy hails you;
With her sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you hasten to the Savior,
Ere the hand of justice falls:
Listen, sinner!
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering
O'er the path you dare to tread!
Hark! the awful thunders rolling
Loud and louder o'er your head!
Flee, oh, sinner!
Lest the lightnings strike you dead.
3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior;
Sue his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;
Soon your life will pass away,
Hasten sinner!
You must perish, if you stay.
Andrew Reed, 1817.
225 Rhinehart. 7s & 6s.
_Penitents Encouraged._ (458)
Dropping souls! no longer mourn,
Jesus still is precious;
If to him you now return,
Heav'n will be propitious;
Jesus now is passing by,
Calling wand'rers near him;
Drooping souls! you need not die,
Go to him and hear him!
2 He has pardons full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Still he cries--"Come unto me,
Weary, heavy laden!"
Tho' your sins, like mountains high,
Rise, and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely,
All shall be forgiven.
3 Precious is the Savior's name,
All his saints adore him;
He to save the dying came;--
Prostrate bow before him!
Wand'ring sinner! now return;
Contrite souls! believe him!
Jesus calls you; cease to mourn;
Worship him; receive him.
Thomas Hastings. 1831.
226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.
_Judgment Day._
Soon the evening shadows falling
Close the day of mortal life;
Soon the hand of death appalling
Draws thee from its weary strife.
Cho.--Are you ready? are you ready?
'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?
Are you ready? are you ready?
Do not linger longer, come to-day.
2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding
Calls thee to the judgment throne;
Now prepare, for love abounding
Yet has left thee not alone.
3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!
Art thou ready--ready now?
Ready should Death's icy finger
Lay its chill upon thy brow?
4 Priceless love and free salvation
Freely still are offered thee;
Yield no longer to temptation,
But from sin and sorrow flee.
J. W. Slaughenhaupt.
227 Windham. L.M.
_The Broad Road._
Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.
2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint.
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new--
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.
Isaac Watts.
228 Gorton. S.M.
_The Second Death._ (504)
Oh, where shall rest be found--
Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.
James Montgomery, 1819.
229 No Room in Heaven. P.M.
_Shut Out._
How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,
All hopeless and unforgiven,
The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,
Should answer, No room in heaven.
Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!
No room in heaven for thee!
No room, no room,
No room in heaven for thee!
2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,
The bright summer days all over;
To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,
And left thee alone forever.
3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,
Remember the love that he gave you;
The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,
And Jesus now waits to save you.
W. O. Cushing.
230 When the King Comes in. P.M.
_The Final Test._
Called to the feast by the King are we,
Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,
How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,
When the King comes in?
Ref.--When the King comes in, brother,
When the King comes in!
How will it fare with thee and me
When the King comes in?
2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,
Glorified he who once died for men,
Splendid the vision before us then,
When the King comes in.
3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show
Things hidden long from both friend and foe,
Just what we are will each neighbor know,
When the King comes in.
4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest
Who is in white wedding garments dressed,
Ah, well for us if we stand the test,
When the King comes in.
5 Endless the separation then,
Bitter the cry of deluded men,
Awful that moment beyond all ken,
When the King comes in.
6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,
So to await thee each in his place,
That we may fear not to see thy face
When thou comest in.
J.E. Landor.
231 When the Door is Shut. P.M.
_The Present Invitation._
The door of salvation is open wide,
And Jesus invites you to come;
While mercy and pardon await within,
Oh, enter while yet there is room.
Ref.--When the door once is shut,
To entreat will be vain;
'Twill never, no, never
Be opened again.
2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,
The day and the hour are at hand;
Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;
Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?
3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,
And plead for admittance in vain,
You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,
And long for this moment again.
M. E. Servoss.
232 Hebron. L.M.
_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495)
Oh, that my load of sin were gone;
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down--
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior of all, if mine thou art,
Give me the meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within--
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.
5 I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
Charles Wesley, 1742.
233 Hebron. L.M.
_Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493)
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?
2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies
And past offenses pain mine eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Charles Wesley, 1742.
234 Hebron. L.M.
_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494)
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vexed and urged, thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe'er thy grace received!
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
4 This only woe I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.
5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
Charles Wesley, 1749.
235 Woodworth. L.M.
_Coming in Humility._ (489)
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
4 Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
6 Just as I am--thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Charlotte Elliott, 1836.
236 Badea. S.M.
_Decision._ (506)
And can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
For Jesus to receive?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror.
3 Tho' late, I all forsake,
My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,
And seal me ever thine.
4 Come and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul
With all thy weight of love.
Charles Wesley, 1746.
237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.
_The Call Answered._
Do you hear the Savior calling,
By the wooings of his voice?
Do you hear the accents falling?
Will you make the precious choice?
Ref.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning
Just to hear the accents fall!
I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning
To the Savior's gentle call!
2 By his Spirit he is wooing,
Softly drawing us to him,
Thro' the day and night pursuing,
With his gentle voice to win.
3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking
To the wand'ring, erring ones;
List! the voice the stillness breaking!
Hear the sweet and solemn tones!
4 In his providential dealings,
Even in his stern decrees,
In the loudest thunders pealing,
Or the murm'ring of the breeze.
W. S. Marshall.
238 I Do Believe. C.M.
_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491)
Father, I stretch my hand to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
Cho.--I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me;
And thro' his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.
2 What did thine only Son endure.
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou would'st relieve,
In this accepted hour.
4 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.
5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace.
Charles Wesley
239 I Do Believe. C.M.
_The Friend of Sinners._ (485)
Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;
As such I look to thee;
Now, in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord! remember me.
2 Remember thy pure word of grace,--
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.
3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.
4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,
But thy salvation's free;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.
Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._
240 Brown. C.M.
_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482)
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
John Newton, 1779.
241 Take Me As I Am. P.M.
_No Hope in Self._
Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry;
Unless thou help me, I must die;
Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh
And take me as I am.
Ref.--Take me as I am,
Take me as I am;
Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,
And take me as I am.
2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt,
But yet for me thy blood was spilt,
And thou canst make me as thou wilt,
But take me as I am.
3 I thirst, I long to know thy love,
Thy full salvation I would prove;
But since to thee I cannot move
Oh, take me as I am.
4 If thou hast work for me to do,
Inspire my will, my heart renew,
And work both in and by me, too,
But take me as I am.
5 And when at last the work is done.
The battle o'er, the victory won,
Still, still my cry shall be alone,
Oh, take me as I am.
Eliza H. Hamilton.
242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.
_The Source of Peace._
Would you lose your load of sin?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you know God's peace within?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
Cho.--Jesus who on the cross did die,
Jesus who lives and reigns on high,
He alone can justify;
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
2 Would you calmly walk the wave?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you know his pow'r to save?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
3 Would you have your cares grow light?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Would you songs have in the night?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
4 Grieving, would you comfort know?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
Humble be when blessings flow?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
5 Would you strength in weakness have?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus;
See a light beyond the grave?
Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
D. W. Whittle.
243 At the Cross. C.M.
_Rom. 5:2._ (664)
I stand; but not as once I did,
Beneath my load of guilt;
The blessed Jesus bore it all--
For me his blood was spilt.
2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,
With arms around the cross;
I have been there, and left behind
Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.
3 I stand e'en now where he appears,
In union with my Lord;
In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.
I read it in his word.
4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--
In him we are complete;
We live by faith! but soon in sight
Our coming Christ we'll greet.
Unknown.
244 At the Cross. C.M.
_Salvation at the Cross._ (492)
Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,
My Savior, can it be
That thou hast borne the crown of thorns
And suffered death for me?
Cho.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light
And, the burden of my heart rolled away--
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.
2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,
I give myself to thee;
I plead thy merits, thine alone,
For thou hast died for me.
3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,
For sinners flowing free,
Then rise, renewed by grace divine,
And shout salvation free.
4 And when I reach thy place above,
My sweetest notes will be,
Redemption through a Savior's name,
Who bled and died for me.
Fanny Crosby, 1873.
245 Saved by Faith. P.M.
_Justified by Faith._
I have found redemption in the Savior's blood,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I am sweetly trusting in the word of God
I am saved by faith in his blood.
Cho.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,
I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
4 I will keep on singing as I march along,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
In my home in glory this shall be my song,
I am saved by faith in his blood.
246 Only Trust Him. C.M.
_Peace in Believing._
Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And he will surely give you rest
By trusting in his word.
Cho.--Only trust him, only trust him,
Only trust him now;
He will save you, he will save you,
He will save you now.
2 For Jesus shed his precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.
3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in him without delay,
And you are fully blest.
4 Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.
J. H. Stockton.
247 Is My Name Written There? P.M.
_The Book of Life._
Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?
Cho.--Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?
2 Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow."
3 Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name's written there.
Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.
248 Convert. P.M.
_Joy in Christ._
Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' name.
3 'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carried above
All sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve--
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of tire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.
8 Never more will I stray
From my Savior away,
But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.
Charles Wesley.
249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.
_The Place of Conversion._ (249)
There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
'Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho' that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.
2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder's roar,
Beneath, the wave's commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.
3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.
4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.
William Hunter, D. D.
250 Boylston. S.M.
_The Need of Conversion_
How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
"Ye must be born again!"
2 "Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
'Tis life poor sinners need.
3 "Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
'Tis he alone can save.
4 "Ye must be born again!"
Or never enter heaven;
'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.
Anon.
251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.
_The Soul Redeemed._
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Cho.--It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!
4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"--it is well with my soul.
H.G. Spafford.
252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.
_An Accomplished Work._
'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe
Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.
2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.
3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;
They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:
4 Little children I see standing close by their King,
And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.
5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,
6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,
And the theme of our praises forever will be.
253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.
_From Darkness to Light._ (522)
Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.
2 While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."
3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.
4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!
5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.
H.D. Ganse.
254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.
_The Blind Man Healed._ (521)
"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."
2 Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
"Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.
4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!"
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
"Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!
6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."
John Newton, 1779.
255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.
Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
Cho.--This is my abiding place,
Clothed with his abounding grace,
Looking upward to his face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
3 Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
4 Come ye guilty and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God's love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.
Priscilla J. Owens.
256 Ortonville. C.M.
_Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649)
Forever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy bleeding side;
'Tis all my hope and all my plea,
"For me the Savior died."
2 My dying Savior and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
And cleanse and keep me clean.
3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,
Wash me, and mine thou art!
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart!
4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply
Till faith to sight improve,
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
257 Ortonville. C.M.
_The Believer's Rest._ (654)
Lord, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone.
2 A rest where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,
Believe and enter in:
Now, Savior, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
4 Remove this hardness from my heart;
This unbelief remove:
To me the rest of faith impart--
The Sabbath of thy love.
Charles Wesley.
258 Ortonville. C.M.
_Longing for Christ._ (648)
Oh! could I find from day to day,
A nearness to my God;
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.
2 Lord! I desire with thee to live.
Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.
3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart
And I'll be wholly thine;
And never, nevermore depart;
For thou art wholly mine.
4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And, when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.
Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.
259 Ortonville. C.M.
_Self-Dedication._ (662)
Welcome, O Savior! to my heart;
Possess thine humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,
And claim me for thine own.
2 The world and Satan I forsake,--
To thee I all resign;
My longing heart, O Jesus! take,
And make it all divine.
3 Oh! may I never turn aside,
Nor from thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide--
I give it all to thee.
Hugh Bourne, 1825.
260 Rhine. C.M.
_Prayer for Entire Sanctification._ (652)
My God, I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renewed I am.
2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,
And will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
And all thy goodness know.
3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad:
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.
4 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.
Charles Wesley.
261 Bemerton. C.M.
_Self-Consecration._ (646)
My God! accept my heart this day,
And make it always thine,
That I from thee no more may stray,
No more from thee decline.
2 Before the cross of him who died,
Behold I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified;
Let Christ be All in All.
3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,
My blest atonement prove,
That I, from first to last, may be
The purchase of thy love.
4 Let every thought, and work, and word,
To thee be ever given;
Then life shall be thy service, Lord!
And death the gate of heaven.
Matthew Bridges, 1848.
262 Uxbridge. L.M.
_Living to Christ Alone._ (815)
My gracious Lord! I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,
To him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
Philip Doddridge. 1740.
263 Gratitude. L.M.
_God Wills Our Holiness._ (679)
He wills that I should holy be;
That holiness I long to feel;
That full divine conformity
To all my Savior's righteous will.
2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul
Accomplished in the change of mine;
And plunge me, every whit made whole,
In all the depths of love divine.
3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,
And waits to prove thine utmost will;
The promise by thy mercy made,
Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.
4 No more I stagger at thy power,
Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move;
Hasten the long-expected hour,
And bless me with thy perfect love.
Charles Wesley.
264 Duane Street. L.M.D.
_The Way to God._
Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fixed my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness;
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
2 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.
The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Savior say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the way."
3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Savior I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."
John Cennick, 1743
265 Duane Street. L.M.D.
_Bought with a Price._
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine,
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sovereign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.
3 Thine would I live, thine would I die,
Be thine through all eternity;
The vow is past beyond repeal;
And now I set the solemn seal.
4 Here at that cross where flows the blood,
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee, my new Master now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all.
Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._
266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.
_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704)
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!
Perish, every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me--
They have left my Savior too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me--
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show thy face and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather--
All must work for good to thee.
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.
267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.
_Desiring Sanctification._ (701)
Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit
Into every troubled breast,
Let us all thy grace inherit;
Let us find thy promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning;
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning;
Bring us to eternal day.
3 Carry on thy new creation;
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by thee:
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Charles Wesley, 1747.
268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.
_Union with Jesus._ (700)
In thy service will I ever,
Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;
Nothing me from thee shall sever,
Gladly would I go thy way.
Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever
Thine in sorrow and in joy;
Death the union shall not sever,
Nor eternity destroy.
2 Let thy light on me be shining
When the day is almost gone,
When the evening is declining,
And the night is drawing on:
Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying
Thy hands on my weary head;
"Here thy day is ended," saying,
"Yonder live the faithful dead."
3 Stay beside me, when the stillness
And the icy touch of death
Fill my trembling soul with chillness,
Like the morning's frosty breath;
As my failing eyes grow dimmer,
Let my spirit grow more bright,
As I see the first faint glimmer
Of the everlasting light.
P. Spitta, 1833.
269 Even Me. 8s & 7s.
_Pass Me Not._ (523)
Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering, broad and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let their fullness fall on me.
Ref.--Even me, even me,
Let their fullness fall on me.
2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!
Sinful, though my heart may be;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let thy mercy fall on me.
3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to thee;
I am longing for thy favor;
When thou comest, call for me.
4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me.
5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me.
6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--
Blood of God, so rich and free,--
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--
Magnify them all in me.
Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.
270 Even Me. 8s & 7s.
_Self-Consecration._ (524)
Take me, oh, my Father! take me,
Take me, save me, through thy Son;
That which thou would'st have me, make me,
Let thy will in me be done.
2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying--
Take me to thy love, my God!
3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father! falling,
To thy household take me in.
4 Freely now to thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine;
Freely, life and soul I offer--
Gift unworthy love like thine.
5 Once the world's Redeemer dying,
Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,
Now I look in hope to thee.
6 Father! take me; all forgiving,
Fold me to thy loving breast;
In thy hope forever living,
I must be forever blest!
Ray Palmer, 1865.
271 Ferguson. S.M.
_Restore My Peace._ (637)
O Jesus! full of grace,
To thee I make my moan:
Let me again behold thy face--
Call home thy banished one.
2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.
3 Thine utmost mercy show;
Say to my drooping soul--
In peace and full assurance go;
Thy faith hath made thee whole.
Charles Wesley, 1756.
272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.
_Dependence on Christ._
I cannot do without thee,
O Savior of the lost!
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost.
Cho.--I cannot, would not,
Dare not, could not,
Will not do without thee.
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own.
2 I cannot do without thee,
I cannot stand alone;
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own.
3 I cannot do without thee,
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest and thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.
4 I cannot do without thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon, in solemn loneliness,
The river must be passed.
Frances H. Havergal, Alt.
273 Ferguson. S.M.
_Absorbed in Christ._ (635)
Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
2 Lord, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
From sin's destructive snare?
3 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod?
4 Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
274 Trusting. 7s.
_At the Cross._ (694)
I am coming to the cross;
I am poor, and weak, and blind;
I am counting all but dross;
I shall thy salvation find.
Cho.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee,
Blest Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at thy cross I bow;
Save me, Jesus, save me now.
2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me--
I will cleanse you from all sin.
3 Here I give my all to thee--
Friends, and time, and earthly store;
Soul and body thine to be--
Wholly thine--forevermore.
4 In the promises I trust;
Now I feel the blood applied;
I am prostrate in the dust;
I with Christ am crucified.
5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul!
Perfected in love I am!
I am ev'ry whit made whole;
Glory! glory to the Lamb!
Wm. McDonald.
275 I'll Live for Him. P.M.
_Dedication of Self._
My life, my love I give to thee,
Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;
Oh, may I ever faithful be
My Savior and my
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