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Title: Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion
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Samuel Johnson
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A BOOK
OF
HYMNS
FOR
PUBLIC AND PRIVATE DEVOTION.
FIFTEENTH EDITION.
BOSTON:
TICKNOR AND FIELDS.
M DCCC LXVI.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848,
BY WM. D. TICKNOR & COMPANY,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
PREFACE.
Among the Hymns in the following collection will be found many which are
not of the commonly recognized metres. Some of these are already set to
music of their own. Others can readily be adapted by the choir-leader to
the simple chants which are now generally found in our collections of
Sacred Music.
An asterisk prefixed to the author's name indicates that some change has
been made in the hymn by the present compilers.
The titles of the Supplementary Hymns in the present edition have been
introduced _within_ the original table of contents, instead of forming a
separate series at the end.
Boston, April 22, 1848.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Hymn.
According to Thy gracious word, 139
Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, 199
Affliction's faded form draws nigh, 329
Ages, ages have departed, 439
A holy air is breathing round, 157
All around us, fair with flowers, 306
All from the sun's uprise, 495
All men are equal in their birth, 182
All-seeing God! 'tis Thine to know, 288
All ye nations, praise the Lord, 499
Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing, 217
Almighty God! in humble prayer, 43
Almighty Spirit, now behold, 594
Am I a soldier of the cross, 311
An offering at the shrine of power, 426
Another day its course has run, 372
Another hand is beckoning us, 404
Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, 464
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, 96
As every day Thy mercy spares, 59
As oft, with worn and weary feet, 113
As the hart, with eager looks, 226
As the sun's enlivening eye, 69
Author of good, we rest on Thee, 260
A voice from the desert, 103
A voice upon the midnight air, 131
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes, 318
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, 315
Awake, our souls, away, our fears, 541
A wondrous star our pioneer, 424
Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross, 532
Before Jehovah's awful throne, 18
Behold, night's shadows fade, 550
Behold, the Prince of Peace, 112
Behold the son, how bright, 170
Be near us, O Father, through night's silent hour, 556
Beneath the shadow of the cross, 564
Beneath the thick but struggling clouds, 295
Beneath Thy trees to-day we meet, 459
Be still! be still! for all around, 4
Be still, my heart! these anxious cares, 323
Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, 551
Birds have their quiet rest, 126
Bless, O Lord, each opening year, 566
Blessed be Thy name forever, 55
Blessed, blessed are the dead, 348
Blest are the pure in heart, 281
Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 153
Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest, 317
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 108
Brother, hast thou wandered far, 195
Brother, the angels say, 358
Brother, thou art gone before us, 403
Brother, though from yonder sky, 405
Brother, will you slight the message, 511
Burden of shame and woe, 133
By cool Siloam's shady rill, 444
By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, 455
Call the Lord thy sure salvation, 534
Calm on the bosom of thy God, 410
Calm on the listening ear of night, 106
Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous, 320
Child, amidst the flowers at play, 98
Christ to the young man said, 569
Clay to clay, and dust to dust, 406
Climb we the mountain afar, 440
Come at the morning hour, 463
Come, kingdom of our God, 584
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 121
Come, Thou Almighty King, 480
Come to Jesus, O my brothers, 161
Come to me, thoughts of heaven, 519
Come to the house of prayer, 1
Come to the land of peace, 360
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, 160
"Come who will," the voice from heaven, 159
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 162
Come, ye who love the Lord, 3
Commit thou all thy griefs, 254
Creator of all, through whose all-seeing might, 558
Cross, reproach and tribulation, 535
Darkness o'er the world was brooding, 104
Dark were the paths our Master trod, 128
Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, 583
Daughter of Zion! from the dust, 179
Day by day the manna fell, 30
Dear as Thou wast, and justly dear, 407
Deem not that they are blest alone, 326
Down the dark future; through long generations, 421
Earth's busy sounds, and ceaseless din, 481
Ere to the world again we go, 503
Eternal and immortal King, 537
Eternal God! Almighty Cause, 471
Ever patient, loving, meek, 120
Every bird that upward springs, 544
Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining, 370
Faint the earth, and parched with drought, 598
Faint not, poor traveller, though the way, 322
Fare thee well, our fondly cherished, 411
Far from mortal cares retreating, 9
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 94
Father, adored in worlds above, 490
Father and God of all mankind, 29
Father divine, the Saviour cried, 130
Father divine, this deadening power control, 514
Father divine, our wants relieve, 523
Father! glorify Thy name, 269
Father, glory be to Thee, 57
Father in heaven to whom our hearts, 41
Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, 33
Father, in Thy presence now, 381
Father! I wait Thy word. The son doth stand, 268
Father, I will not pray, 235
Father of light, conduct our feet, 37
Father of mercies! God of peace, 567
Father of might, my bonds I feel, 527
Father of spirits, humbly bent before Thee, 52
Father, source of every blessing, 245
Father, supply my every need, 501
Father supreme! Thou high and holy One, 553
Father, there is no change to live with Thee, 77
Father, this slumber shake, 515
Father! Thy paternal care, 22
Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand, 79
Father, to Thy kind love we owe, 78
Father! to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, 46
Father, united by Thy grace, 45
Father! we bless the gentle care, 509
Father! we look up to Thee, 539
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 470
Father, when o'er our trembling hearts, 213
Father, who art on high, 40
Father, who in the olive shade, 341
Fear was within the tossing bark, 115
Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 214
Flung to the heedless winds, 428
Followers of Christ! arise, 542
For all Thy saints, O God, 167
Forever with the Lord, 231
For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord, 507
Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 6
Forth went the heralds of the cross, 165
Fountain of life, and God of love, 396
From all that dwell below the skies, 63
From every fear and doubt, O Lord, 35
From foes that would our land devour, 434
From Greenland's icy mountains, 416
From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 489
From Zion's holy hill there rose, 473
Gently fall the dews of eve, 335
Give to the winds thy fears, 256
Glorious things of thee are spoken, 180
Glory be to God on high, 53
Glory to God, whose witness-train, 429
God comes with succor speedy, 596
God, in the high and holy place, 80
God is in His holy temple, 466
God is love; His mercy brightens, 73
God is our refuge and our strength, 255
God made all His creatures free, 189
God moves in a mysterious way, 259
God of all grace, we come to Thee, 31
God of eternity! from Thee, 565
God of mercy! God of love, 201
God of my life, whose gracious power, 530
God of our fathers, by whose hand, 68
God of the changing year, whose arm of power, 400
God of the earnest heart, 592
God of the ocean, earth and sky, 87
God of the prophet's power, 168
God of the year! with songs of praise, 398
God's angels, not only on high do they sing, 579
God that madest earth and heaven, 367
Go in peace! serene dismission, 64
Gone is the hollow murky night, 600
Go, preach the gospel in my name, 385
Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, 321
Go to dark Gethsemane, 143
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 408
Go when the morning shineth, 97
Great God, and wilt Thou condescend, 448
Great God, the followers of Thy son, 24
Great Ruler of all nature's frame, 546
Grows dark thy path before thee, 456
Guide us, Lord, while hand in hand, 62
Hallelujah! best and sweetest, 498
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 109
Hark! through the waking earth, 188
Hasten, Lord, to my release, 216
Hast thou, midst life's empty noises, 301
Hath not thy heart within thee burned, 90
Hear, Father, hear our prayer, 488
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 192
Heave, mighty ocean, heave, 430
Heaven is a state of rest from sin, 232
Heavenly Father, to whose eye, 493
He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 132
He lived as none but he has lived, 125
Heralds of creation! cry, 465
Here, in this place of prayer, 12
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 264
He was there alone, when even, 118
Holy and reverend is the name, 491
Holy Father, Thou hast taught me, 528
Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty, 49
Holy Son of God most high, 114
Holy Spirit, source of gladness, 483
House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, 397
How beauteous were the marks divine, 124
How blest the righteous when he dies, 350
How dear is the thought, that the angels of God, 355
How gentle God's commands, 258
How glad the tone when summer's sun, 394
How happy is be, born or taught, 279
How little of ourselves we know, 325
How long, O Lord, his brother's blood, 185
How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light, 25
How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn, 374
How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 119
Hush the loud cannon's roar, 184
I am free! I am free! I have broken away, 244
I cannot always trace the way, 74
If love the noblest, purest, best, 146
If on our daily course our mind, 304
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 433
In the broad fields of heaven, 413
In the cross of Christ we glory, 145
In the morning I will pray, 364
In the Saviour's hour of death, 134
In Thy courts let peace be found, 14
In time of tribulation, 548
In trouble and in grief, O God, 334
In vain we thus recall to mind, 149
I saw on earth another light, 91
Israel's shepherd, guide us, feed us, 58
Is there a lone and dreary hour, 266
Is this a fast for me, 387
I thirst! O grant the waters pure, 236
It is a faith sublime and sure, 356
It is finished! glorious word, 136
It is finished! Man of sorrows, 141
It is the hour of prayer, 506
It was no path of flowers, 142
I want a principle within, 224
I want the spirit of power within, 223
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 176
Jesus, we thy promise claim, 560
Jesus, while he dwelt below, 452
Jews were wrought to cruel madness, 135
Joy! joy! a year is born, 389
Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 110
Launch thy bark, mariner, 431
Leader of Israel's host, and guide, 270
Lead us with Thy gentle sway, 502
Let me not wander comfortless, 338
Let the world despise and leave me, 536
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 137
Light of life, seraphic fire, 21
Like morning, when her early breeze, 510
Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 402
Lo! God is here; let us adore, 13
Lo! my shepherd's hand divine, 469
Lord! before Thy presence come, 17
Lord! deliver; Thou canst save, 581
Lord! dismiss us with Thy blessing, 70
Lord! from Thy blessed throne, 415
Lord! have mercy when we pray, 204
Lord! I believe a rest remains, 228
Lord! I believe; Thy power I own, 207
Lord! in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, 54
Lord! in whose might the Saviour trod, 117
Lord Jesus, come! for here, 173
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 575
Lord of the families below, 504
Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 373
Lord of the wide-extended main, 572
Lord of the worlds above, 16
Lord of the world, who hast preserved, 557
Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move, 420
Lord! subdue our selfish will, 505
Lord! Thou didst arise and say, 186
Lord! Thy glory fills the heaven, 47
Lord! what offering shall we bring, 11
Lord! when Thine ancient people cried, 438
Lord! whom winds and seas obey, 570
Lo! the lilies of the field, 267
Love divine, all love excelling, 8
Love on! love on! but not the things that own, 298
Lowly and solemn be, 344
Many a power within earth's bosom, 432
Mark the soft-falling snow, 169
May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood, 582
Meet and right it is to sing, 497
Men! whose boast it is that ye, 437
Mighty God! the first, the last, 72
Mighty One! whose name is holy, 414
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 147
My Father, when around me spread, 337
My God! all nature owns Thy sway, 86
My God! in life's most doubtful hour, 531
My God! in morning's radiant hour, 56
My God, I thank Thee! may no thought, 327
My God, my Father, while I stray, 263
My God, my strength, my hope, 225
My God, permit me not to be, 221
My soul, be on thy guard, 543
My soul no more shall strive in vain, 241
Nature hath seasons of repose, 586
Nay, tell us not of dangers dire, 309
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 239
No human eyes Thy face may see, 76
No more, on earth no more, 352
None loves me, Father, with Thy love, 249
Not in the name of pride, 155
Not in this simple rite alone, 152
Not only doth the voiceful day, 89
Not that Thy boundless love, my God, 275
Not to the terrors of the Lord, 454
Not with the flashing steel, 419
Now from the altar of our hearts, 508
Now gird your patient loins again, 451
Now host with host assembling, 576
Now let our voices join, 590
Now that the sun is beaming bright, 365
Now the shades of night are gone, 363
O, Almighty God of love, 524
O be not faithless! with the morn, 297
O come and dwell in me, 517
O, draw me, Father, after Thee, 222
O'er silent field and lonely lawn, 461
O'er the mount and through the moor, 308
O fairest born of love and light, 181
Of all the thoughts of God that are, 479
O Father, humbly we repose, 250
O Father, lift our souls above, 39
O Father, though the anxious fear, 7
O for a faith that will not shrink, 520
O for a heart to praise my God, 518
O from these visions dark and drear, 208
O give thanks to Him who made, 496
O God, by whom the seed is given, 65
O God! I thank Thee that the night, 366
O God! the darkness roll away, 172
O God! Thy children, gathered here, 384
O God! to Thee our hearts would pay, 401
O God! to Thee who first hast given, 243
O God! we praise Thee, and confess, 50
O God! who knowest how frail we are, 34
O God, whose presence glows in all, 23
Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky, 545
O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken, 578
O, heaven is where no secret dread, 361
O help us, Lord! each hour of need, 209
O here, if ever, God of love, 158
O holy Father, 'mid the calm, 26
O, if thy brow serene and calm, 287
O know ye not that ye, 280
O let my trembling soul be still, 252
O Lord! how happy should we be, 230
O Lord! through Thee we own, 246
O Lord! Thy heavenly grace impart, 242
O Love! how cheering is thy ray, 233
O lovely voices of the sky, 107
On earth was darkness spread, 138
One cup of healing oil and wine, 291
One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 521
O, not alone on the mount of prayer, 290
O, not alone with outward sign, 198
"O, not for these alone I pray," 151
O not to crush with abject fear, 122
O not when the death-prayer is said, 343
On the dark wave of Galilee, 127
On the dewy breath of even, 554
Onward, Christian, though the region, 313
Onward speed thy conquering flight, 591
Open, Lord, mine inward ear, 93
Oppression shall not always reign, 190
O pure Reformers! not in vain, 191
O, richly, Father, have I been, 203
O sacred head, now wounded, 562
O say not, think not, heavenly notes, 443
O send me not away! for I would drink, 202
O source divine, and life of all, 75
O speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 316
O spirit, freed from earth, 351
O Spirit of the living God, 587
O stay thy tears! for they are blest, 346
O still trust on, if in the heart, 299
O suffering Friend of human kind, 129
O Thou, at whose divine command, 486
O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave, 441
O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 211
O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, 156
O Thou great Spirit, who along, 500
O Thou, in whom the weary find, 513
O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, 477
O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 81
O Thou, who all things dost control, 512
O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 475
O Thou, who hast at Thy command, 38
O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught, 482
O Thou, who in the garden's shade, 140
O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 383
O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, 467
O Thou, whose power stupendous, 388
O Thou, whose presence went before, 435
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed, 193
Our country is Immanuel's ground, 449
Our Father, God! not face to face, 487
Our Father, through the coming year, 390
Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep, 460
Our God is a spirit, and they who aright, 20
Our heavenly Father, hear, 28
Our pathway oft is wet with tears, 331
Out of the depths of woe, 547
O what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod, 150
O where are kings and empires now, 588
O where shall rest be found, 227
O who shall say he knows the folds, 283
Part in peace! is day before us, 60
Partners of a glorious hope, 561
Peace of God, which knows no measure, 61
Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man, 177
Pour forth the oil,--pour boldly forth, 294
Praise and thanks and cheerful love, 391
Praise the Lord, when blushing morning, 393
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore Him, 51
Praise to God, immortal praise, 468
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 99
Prayer is to God the soul's sure way, 100
Press on, press on! ye sons of light, 312
Prisoners of hope, be strong, be bold, 593
Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep, 282
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 234
Rejoice in God alway, 257
Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 218
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 238
Saviour, I my cross have taken, 272
Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 307
"See how he loved," exclaimed the Jews, 123
See Israel's gentle shepherd stand, 445
See the Lord, thy helper, stand, 253
Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, 220
Shall we grow weary in our watch, 278
Shine on our souls, eternal God, 42
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 597
Slavery and death the cup contains, 577
Sleep not, soldier of the cross, 314
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, 371
Songs of praise the angels sang, 48
Sons of men, behold from far, 111
Soul! celestial in thy birth, 197
Source of light and life divine, 368
Sow in the morn thy seed, 540
Speak gently,--it is better far, 285
Speak with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, 522
Spirit of peace and love and power, 599
Suppliant, lo! Thy children bend, 15
Supreme and universal Light, 44
Supreme disposer of the heart, 538
Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 462
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, 101
Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold, 362
Teach me, my God and King, 302
Teach us to pray, 27
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 310
Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken, 345
Thanks to God for those who came, 166
That blessed law of Thine, 229
That might of faith, O Lord, bestow, 526
The aged sufferer waited long, 116
The breaking waves dashed high, 478
The bud will soon become a flower, 300
The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 328
The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, 552
The dead are like the stars by day, 353
The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, 273
The earth all light and loveliness, 395
The fountain in its source, 240
The glorious universe around, 585
The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, 399
The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 427
The land our fathers left to us, 436
The light pours down from heaven, 458
The Lord descended from above, 472
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know, 247
The Lord our God is full of might, 573
The mourners came, at break of day, 347
The ocean looketh up to heaven, 85
The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 19
The past is dark with sin and shame, 187
The peace which God bestows, 164
There cometh o'er the spirit, 392
There is a book, who runs may read, 476
There is a state unknown, unseen, 357
There is a world we have not seen, 450
There's a strife we all must wage, 319
There's nothing bright above, below, 83
The saints on earth and those above, 453
The Spirit in our hearts, 194
The spirits of the loved and the departed, 354
The uplifted eye and bended knee, 305
The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon, 474
The world may change from old to new, 274
They who on the Lord rely, 248
They who seek the throne of grace, 82
Think gently of the erring one, 284
Thirsting for a living spring, 5
This child we dedicate to Thee, 377
This world is not a fleeting show, 296
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, 409
Thou art, O God, the life and light, 84
Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He, 336
Though wandering in a strange land, 88
Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord! the din is stilled, 485
Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 219
Thou, infinite in love, 333
Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand, 425
Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height, 303
Thou most be born again, 200
Thou seest my feebleness, 516
Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me, 330
Thou, whose almighty word, 174
Through all the various shifting scene, 261
Through all this life's eventful road, 66
Throughout the hours of darkness dim, 559
Through thee as we together came, 163
Thus said Jesus, "Go and do, 292
Thy bounteous hand with food can bless, 492
"Thy kingdom come," the heathen lands, 171
Thy presence, ever-living God, 67
Thy servants in the temple watched, 589
Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet, 386
Thy way is on the deep, O Lord, 332
Thy will be done! in devious way, 265
Thy will be done! I will not fear, 276
'Tis my happiness below, 271
'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit, 289
"To God be glory! peace on earth!" 422
To Him who children blest, 379
To prayer, to prayer!--for the morning breaks, 2
To Thee, O God in heaven, 378
To Thee, the Lord Almighty, 494
To the Father's love we trust, 412
To Thine eternal arms, O God, 205
Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 178
Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God, 196
Turn not from him who asks of thee, 286
Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, 71
Unto Thy temple, God of love, 10
Up to the throne of God is borne, 369
Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, 529
Was it in vain that Jesus prayed, 183
Watchman, tell us of the night, 102
We all, O Father, all are Thine, 251
We bless Thee for this sacred day, 484
Weep thou, O mourner, but in lamentation, 340
We follow, Lord, where Thou dost lead, 563
We join to pray, with wishes kind, 380
We love the venerable house, 423
We love this outward world, 339
We pray for truth and peace, 525
Westward, Lord, the world alluring, 418
We wait in faith; in prayer we wait, 595
We will not weep; for God is standing by us, 533
We would leave, O God, to Thee, 324
What precept, Jesus, is like thine, 442
What shall we ask of God in prayer, 32
When arise the thoughts of sin, 148
When, blest Redeemer, thou art near, 154
When from the Jordan's gleaming wave, 376
When grief and anguish press me down, 262
When in silence o'er the deep, 568
When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, 215
When Israel of the Lord beloved, 36
When long the soul had slept in chains, 574
When on devotion's seraph wing, 359
When my love to Christ grows weak, 144
When the parting bosom bleeds, 571
When thirst for power or for gold, 457
When with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, 212
Where ancient forests widely spread, 382
Where for a thousand miles, 417
Where is thy sting, O death, 349
While shepherds watched their flocks by night, 105
While sounds of war are heard around, 580
While Thee I seek, protecting Power, 95
While the stars unnumbered roll, 555
While yet the youthful spirit bears, 447
Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou, 293
Who shall behold the glorious day, 175
Why, Thou never-setting Light, 210
Wilt Thou not visit me, 237
Within Thy courts have millions met, 375
With silence only as their benediction, 342
Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour, 92
Yea! I will extol Thee, 549
Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow, 446
Ye servants of the Lord, 277
Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good, 206
CONTENTS.
HYMNS.
HYMNS OF WORSHIP.
Opening Hymns, 1-26, 480-487.
Prayers, 27-46, 488-494.
Praise, 47-56, 495-499.
Closing Hymns, 57-70, 500-503.
GOD.
His Being, 71.
Wisdom, 72.
Truth and Love, 73.
Love, 74-76.
Fatherly Care, 77, 78.
Present Everywhere, 79-83.
In Nature, 84-89.
In the Soul, 90, 91.
Communion with God, in Prayer, 92-101.
Providence, 247-267.
JESUS CHRIST.
His Advent and Birth, 102-108.
Mission, 109-112.
Life and Miracles, 113-118.
Spirit and Teaching, 119-125.
Suffering, 126-133.
Crucifixion, 134-136.
Resurrection, 137, 138.
COMMUNION HYMNS.
Remembrance of Jesus, 139, 140, 146, 148, 562.
Strength from his Sufferings, 141-144.
Cross of Christ, 145.
Presence of Jesus, 150, 154, 155, 560.
Bread of Heaven, 153.
One in Christ, 151, 157, 158, 561, 564.
Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life, 156.
Christ a Quickening Spirit, 563.
Invitations, 159-162.
Parting Hymns, 163, 164.
CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
Preaching of the Gospel, 165-167.
The Word, 168-170.
The Angel of the Lord, 591.
Coming of God's Kingdom, 171-177, 584, 587, 589, 593.
Song of the Redeemed, 597.
The Church Everlasting, 588.
The Church Triumphant, 178-180, 583.
Christianity, 181.
Equality, 182.
Unity, 183, 585.
Brotherhood, 184.
Peace, 185, 186, 586.
Hope of Man, 187, 188, 590.
Liberty, 189, 190.
Reformers, 191.
Vision of the Kingdom of Heaven, 192, 594-595, 598-600.
THE INWARD CHARACTER.
Spiritual Influences, 193-200, 510, 511.
Penitence, 201-205.
Inward Struggle, 206-216, 512-515.
Aspirations and Spiritual Desires, 217-238, 516-527.
Coming to God, 239, 240.
Self-consecration, 241-243, 528.
The New Birth, 244-246.
Trust in God, 247-268, 529-532.
Faith, 269-276, 533-538.
Watchfulness, 277.
Patience, 278.
Independence, 279.
Purity, 280, 281.
Calmness, 282.
Charity, 283-288.
Earnestness, 289.
THE OUTWARD LIFE.
Prayer for Love, 539.
Prayer and Action, 290.
Faith and Works, 291.
Love to Man, 292-299, 578.
Meaning of Life, 300-305.
Action, 306-310.
The Sower, 540.
Conflict, 311-321, 541-543.
The Cross, 544-549.
Affliction, 322-344.
Death, 345-350.
The Spiritual World, 351-361.
VARIOUS OCCASIONS.
Morning, 362-366, 550, 551.
Evening, 367-372, 552-554, 556.
Night, 555, 557-559.
Family Worship, 504-509.
Sabbath, 373-375.
Baptism, 376-379.
Marriage, 380, 381.
Dedication, 382, 383.
Ordination, 384-386, 569.
Fast, 387, 388.
New Year, 389, 390, 566.
Spring, 391-393.
Summer, 394, 395.
Thanksgiving, 567.
For Harvest, 396-398.
Christmas, 568.
Seasons, 399.
Close of the year, 400-402, 565.
Funeral Hymns, 403-413.
For a Charitable Occasion, 414, 574, 575.
The Poor, 415.
The Prisoner, 579.
Missions, 416-418.
For a Peace Meeting, 419-422.
In Time of War, 420, 580.
Temperance Hymns, 576, 577.
The Ancient Church, 423.
A Meeting of Ministers, 424, 425.
The Reformer's Vow, 592.
The Reformers, 426.
Martyrs, 427-429.
At Sea, 430, 570, 572.
Christian Mariner, 431.
Prayer for the Sailor, 571.
Husbandman's Hymn, 432.
In a Storm, 573.
Remembrance of our Fathers, 433.
Our Country, 434, 435.
American Slavery, 436-440, 581, 582.
Redeeming Power of Love, 441, 442.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Children, 443-448.
Christian Pilgrim, 449.
Spiritual World, 450.
Christmas, 451.
Gethsemane, 452.
Communion of Saints, 453.
Law and Love, 454.
Prayer and Labor, 455.
Strength from Struggle, 456.
The Heavenly Guide, 457.
Light for All, 458.
A Summer Festival, 459.
A Morning Hymn, 460.
An Evening Hymn, 461.
Sabbath Evening, 462.
Seasons for Prayer, 463.
Glad Worship, 464.
Praise, 465.
The Lord is in his Holy Temple, 466.
God, 467.
Hymn of Thanksgiving, 468.
The Good Shepherd, 469.
Calm Trust, 470.
The One God, 471.
In a Storm, 472.
One in Christ, 473.
Hymn of the Last Supper, 474.
Consolation, 475.
The Elder Scripture, 476.
Rest, 477.
The Pilgrim Fathers, 478.
He giveth His Beloved Sleep, 479.
HYMNS.
I. PUBLIC WORSHIP.
1. S. M. *Emily Taylor.
Invitation.
1 Come to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come!
The God of peace shall meet you there,
He makes that house His home.
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall ye lift a holier song
In fairer courts above.
4 Ye young, before His throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts His praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call;
6 Up to Thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.
2. P. M. H. Ware.
Call to Prayer.
1 To prayer, to prayer!--for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes;
His light is on all below and above,
The light of gladness, and life, and love:
O, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
2 To prayer!--for the day that God has blest
Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest;
It speaks of creation's early bloom,--
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb:
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers,
And devote to heaven the hallowed hours.
3 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength,
To join Christ's holy band at length;
To Him who unceasing love displays,
Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise;
To Him thy heart and thy hours be given,
For a life of prayer is the life of heaven.
3. S. M. *Watts.
Cheerful Worship.
1 Come, ye who love the Lord!
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround His throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3 The sons of God have found
That heaven begins below:
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 Then let our sorrows cease,
And every tear be dry;
We're travelling through the paths of peace
To fairer worlds on high.
4. L. M. Anonymous.
The House of God.
1 Be still! be still! for all around,
On either hand, is holy ground:
Here in His house, the Lord to-day
Will listen, while His people pray.
2 Thou, tost upon the waves of care,
Ready to sink with deep despair,
Here ask relief, with heart sincere,
And thou shalt find that God is here.
3 Thou who hast laid within the grave
Those whom thou hadst no power to save,
Believe their spirits now are near,
For angels wait while God is here.
4 Thou who hast dear ones far away,
In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray,
Pray for them now, and dry the tear,
And trust the God who listens here.
5 Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin,
Deploring guilt that reigns within,
The God of peace is ever near;
The troubled spirit meets Him here.
5. 7s. M.
Seeking God.
1 Thirsting for a living spring,
Seeking for a higher home,
Resting where our souls must cling,
Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come.
2 Glorious hopes our spirit fill,
When we feel that Thou art near:
Father! then our fears are still,
Then the soul's bright end is clear.
3 Life's hard conflict we would win,
Read the meaning of life's frown;
Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin
For the spirit's starry crown.
4 Make us beautiful within
By Thy spirit's holy light:
Guard us when our faith burns dim,
Father of all love and might!
6. L. M. Heber.
The Sanctuary.
1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.
7. C. M. Springfield Coll.
The Sabbath of the Soul.
1 O Father, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be Thine to-day.
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at Thy shrine;
But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple Thine.
3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.
4 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,
The sabbath of the soul.
8. 8 & 7s. M. Wesleyan.
Love Divine.
1 Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Father! Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart.
2 Breathe, O, breathe Thy loving spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find Thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Graciously come down, and never,
Never more Thy temples leave!
9. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor.
Seeking God's Presence.
1 Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and fond desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the Fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation?--
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds His care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of His throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still Thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to Thy laws,
Lord! with favor still attend us,
Bless us with Thy wondrous love;
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
10. L. M. Gaskell.
"It is Good to be Here."
1 Unto Thy temple, God of love,
Once more we come with willing feet,
To raise our thoughts this world above,
And Thy paternal blessing meet.
2 May all Thy purest presence feel,
And silent keep each vain desire;
With humble hearts before Thee kneel,
And unto holier strength aspire.
3 May all be bound in bonds more true
To Thee, who art our life and light,
That through each path which we pursue,
We still may keep Thy love in sight.
4 And may we, when the day shall close,
Review its course without a fear;
And, nearer heaven than when it rose,
Feel it is good to have been here.
11. 7s. M. J. Taylor.
Acceptable Offerings.
1 Lord! what offering shall we bring,
At Thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow:
2 Willing hands, to lead the blind,
Heal the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store.
3 Teach us, O thou Heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to Thee and all mankind.
12. S. M. Anonymous.
The Place of Prayer.
1 Here, in this place of prayer,
Father! Thy face we seek:
Grant us that blessed peace to share,
Known to the pure and meek.
2 Come then to holy prayer,
Souls that seem lost in night;
Leave to the Lord your heavy care,
Who giveth life and light.
3 Come with a trusting prayer,
Though fears press down your souls;
The Saviour's promise, "I am there,"
Each saddening fear controls.
4 Here, in this place of prayer,
Let hearts in union meet:
Come, cast the load you cannot bear
Low at the Saviour's feet.
5 Then from this house of prayer
Shall mingling praise be given,
And angels, 'mid the holy air,
Shall bear the notes to heaven.
13. L. M. Anonymous.
The Lord is in His Holy Temple.
1 Lo! God is here; let us adore,
And humbly bow before His face;
Let all within us feel His power,
Let all within us seek His peace.
2 Lo! God is here; Him day and night
United choirs of angels sing;
To Him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring.
3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful incense fill:
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.
4 More of Thy presence, Lord! impart;
More of Thine image may we bear:
O, fix Thy throne in every heart,
And reign without a rival there.
14. 7s. M. Bowring.
The Temple.
1 In Thy courts let peace be found,
Be Thy temple full of love;
Here we tread on holy ground,
All serene, around, above.
2 While the knee in prayer is bent,
While with praise the heart o'erflows,
Tranquillize the turbulent!
Give the weary one repose!
3 Be the place for worship meet,
Meet the worship for the place;
Contemplation's blest retreat,
Shrine of guilelessness and grace!
4 As an infant knows its home,
Lord! may we Thy temples know;
Hither for instruction come,
Hence by Thee instructed go.
15. 7s. M. Gray.
Supplication.
1 Suppliant, lo! Thy children bend,
Father, for Thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend;
We are weak, almighty Thou!
2 With the peace Thy word imparts
Be the taught and teacher blessed;
In our lives, and in our hearts,
Father! be Thy laws impressed.
3 Pour into each longing mind,
Light and knowledge from above:
Charity for all mankind,
Trusting faith, enduring love.
16. H. M. *Watts.
How Amiable are Thy Tabernacles.
1 Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.
2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints,
With equal zeal
To rise and dwell
Among Thy saints.
3 O happy souls that pray
To Him that heareth prayer!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still;
And happy they
Who love the way
To Zion's hill.
4 They go from strength to strength,
Though oft through pain and tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat!
Our God and King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet.
17. 7s. M. J. Taylor.
Devotion.
1 Lord, before Thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that Thou art near.
2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.
3 At the portals of Thine house,
We resign our earth-born cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engross,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers.
18. L. M. Watts.
Hundredth Psalm.
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,
Gave life to 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.
19. C. M. Bowring.
The Heart's Worship.
1 The offerings to Thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice,
Unless the heart be there.
2 Upon Thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute but the vow sincere,--
The tribute of the good.
3 Our offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by Thee;
If Thy pure spirit touch the breast
With its own purity.
4 O, may that spirit warm each heart
To piety and love,
And to life's lowly vale impart
Some rays from heaven above.
20. P. M. Barton.
Worship in Spirit.
1 Our God is a spirit, and they who aright
Would offer the worship He loveth,
In the heart's holy temple will seek with delight
The spirit the Father approveth.
2 This, this is the worship the Saviour made known
When she of Samaria found him
By the Patriarch's well, sitting weary, alone,
With the stillness of noontide around him.
3 He having once entered hath shown us the way,
O God! how to worship before Thee,
Not with the vain forms of that earlier day,
But in spirit and truth to adore Thee.
21. 7s. M. Wesleyan.
The Light of Life.
1 Light of life, seraphic fire!
Love divine, Thyself impart:
Every fainting soul inspire;
Enter every drooping heart:
Every mournful spirit cheer,
Scatter all our doubt and gloom;
Father, in Thy grace appear,
To Thy human temples come!
2 Come in this accepted hour,
Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in;
Fill us with Thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,
We can rest in nothing less:
Be Thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy and all our peace.
22. 7s. M. Bowring.
Every Good Gift from the Father.
1 Father! Thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide:
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has Thy hand of love supplied:
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by;
Every hope Thine offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at Thy shrine;
These,--and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest,--all are Thine.
3 And for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to Thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied, righteous One!
Through life's strange vicissitude
There reposing all my care;
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there.
23. L. M. Frothingham.
For Spiritual Influences.
1 O God, whose presence glows in all
Within, around us, and above!
Thy word we bless, Thy name we call,
Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.
2 That truth be with the heart believed
Of all who seek this sacred place;
With power proclaimed, in peace received,
Our spirit's light, Thy spirit's grace.
3 That love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek, and make us free;
And throw its binding blessing more
Round each with all, and all with Thee.
4 Send down its angel to our side;
Send in its calm upon the breast;
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.
24. L. M. H. Ware.
Coming Together in the Name of Jesus.
1 Great God! the followers of Thy Son,
We bow before Thy mercy-seat,
To worship Thee, the Holy One,
And pour our wishes at Thy feet.
2 O, grant Thy blessing here to-day!
O, give Thy people joy and peace!
The tokens of Thy love display,
And favor, that shall never cease.
3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought;
His path of light we long to tread;
Here be his holy doctrines taught,
And here their purest influence shed.
4 May faith, and hope, and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;
And we, from day to day, be found
Children of God, and heirs of heaven.
25. L. M. Bowring.
Evening Worship.
1 How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light!
How shall we all Thy love declare!
The earth is veiled in shades of night,
But heaven is open to our prayer,--
That heaven, so bright with stars and suns,
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
2 We would adore Thee, God sublime,
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space.
Help us to praise Thee, Lord of light!
Help us Thy boundless love declare;
And, while we fill Thy courts to-night,
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.
26. L. M. W. H. Burleigh.
Evening Worship.
1 O Holy Father! 'mid the calm
And stillness of this evening hour,
We would lift up our solemn psalm
To praise Thy goodness, and Thy power
For over us, and over all,
Thy tender mercies still extend,
Nor vainly shall Thy children call
On Thee, our Father and our Friend!
2 Kept by Thy goodness though the day,
Thanksgiving to Thy name we pour;
Night o'er us, with its stars,--we pray
Thy love, to guard us evermore!
In grief, console; in gladness, bless;
In darkness, guide; in sickness, cheer;
Till, in the Saviour's righteousness,
Before Thy throne our souls appear!
27. P. M. Anonymous.
"Teach Us To Pray."
1 Teach us to pray!
O Father, we look up to Thee,
And this our one request shall be,
Teach us to pray!
2 Teach us to pray!
A form of words will not suffice,
The heart must bring its sacrifice:
Teach us to pray!
3 Teach us to pray!
To whom shall we Thy children turn?
Teach Thou the lesson we would learn,
Teach us to pray!
4 Teach us to pray!
To Thee alone our hearts look up,
Prayer is our only door of hope,
Teach us to pray!
28. S. M. Montgomery.
"After This Manner Pray Ye."
1 Our Heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now:
Thy name be hallowed far and near,
To Thee all nations bow.
2 Thy kingdom come; Thy will
On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.
3 Our daily bread supply,
While by Thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive as we forgive.
4 From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
5 Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are Thine.
29. C. M. C. Wesley.
"Thy Kingdom Come."
1 Father and God of all mankind,
And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind
Unite to praise Thy love.
2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,
To every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
3 The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,
Now to our souls bring in:
4 The kingdom of established peace,
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
The omnipotence of Love.
30. 7s. M. *Conder.
"Give Us Our Daily Bread."
1 Day by day the manna fell;
O, to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give us, Lord, our daily bread.
2 "Day by day," the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs;
Cast foreboding fears away;
Take the manna of to-day.
3 Lord, our times are in Thy hand;
All our sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom we resign,
And would mould our wills to Thine.
4 Thou our daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee we live;
So shall added years fulfil
Not our own, our Father's will.
5 O, to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Glowing yet with gratitude!
31. C. M. *Montgomery.
A Prayer.
1 God of all grace, we come to Thee,
With humble, prayerful hearts;
Give what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts:
2 Give deep humility; the sense
Of holy sorrow give:
A strong, desiring confidence,
To hear Thy voice and live:
3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust Thee, though Thou slay.
4 Give these,--and then Thy will be done!
Thus strengthened with all might,
We, in the spirit of Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.
32. C. M. Montgomery.
A Prayer.
1 What shall we ask of God in prayer?
Whatever good we want;
Whatever man may seek to share,
Or God in wisdom grant.
2 Father of all our mercies,--Thou
In whom we move and live!
Hear us in heaven, Thy dwelling, now,
And answer, and forgive.
3 When harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,
O, give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal!
4 When dire temptations gather round,
And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in Thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.
5 When age advances, may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love;
And walk in holiness below
To holiness above.
33. 11 & 10s. M. *
For Divine Strength.
1 Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling,
Fain would our souls feel all Thy kindling love;
For we are weak, and need some deep revealing
Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from above.
2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt and sorrow,
And Thou hast made each step an onward one;
And we will ever trust each unknown morrow,--
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
3 In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy
Abides, and when pain seems to have her will,
Or we despair,--O, may that peace rise slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still!
4 Now, Father, now, in Thy dear presence kneeling,
Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love;
Now make us strong, we need Thy deep revealing
Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from above.
34. L. M. Gaskell.
Seeking Strength.
1 O God! who knowest how frail we are,
How soon the thought of good departs;
We pray that Thou wouldst feed the fount
Of holy yearning in our hearts.
2 Let not the choking cares of earth
The precious springs of life o'ergrow;
But, ever guarded by Thy love,
Still purer may their waters flow.
3 To Thee, with sweeter hope and trust,
Be every day our spirits given;
And may we, while we walk on earth,
Walk more as citizens of heaven.
35. C. M. Anonymous.
Drawing Near to God.
1 From every fear and doubt, O Lord,
In mercy set us free,
While in the confidence of prayer
Our hearts draw near to Thee!
2 In all our trials, struggles, joys,
Teach us Thy love to see,
Which by the discipline of life
Would draw us unto Thee.
3 Our lives, devoted to Thy will,
Our sacrifice shall be,
And then will death, whene'er it come,
But draw us nearer Thee.
36. L. M. W. Scott.
The Pillar and Cloud.
1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!
4 And, O, when gathers on our path
In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!
37. C. M. Smart.
Prayer for Wisdom.
1 Father of light! conduct our feet
Through life's dark, dangerous road;
Let each advancing step still bring
Us nearer to our God.
2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be our guide;
And when we go astray,
Recall our feet from folly's paths
To wisdom's better way.
3 That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate each heart;
4 Till it shall lead us to Thyself,
Fountain of bliss and love!
And all our darkness be dispersed
In endless light above.
38. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill.
Living to the Glory of God.
1 O Thou, who hast at Thy command
The hearts of all men in Thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To know no other will but Thine.
2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be
That stands between ourselves and Thee.
3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to Thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4 And while we to Thy glory live,
May we to Thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls Thy willing servants home.
39. L. M. Anonymous.
The Peace of God.
1 O Father! lift our souls above,
Till we find rest in Thy dear love;
And still that Peace divine impart
Which sanctifies the inmost heart,
And makes each morn and setting sun
But bring us nearer to Thy throne.
2 May we our daily duties meet,
Tread sin each day beneath our feet,
And win that strength which doth Thy will
And seeth Thee, and so is still;
And fixed on Thy sustaining arm,
Find daily food and know no harm.
3 Help us with man in peace to live,
Our brother's wrong in love forgive,
And day and night the tempter flee
Through strength which comes alone from Thee!
Thus will our spirits find their rest,
In Thy deep Peace forever blest.
40. 6 & 10s. M. Mrs. Hemans.
The Heart's Inspiration.
1 Father, who art on high!
Weak is the melody
Of harp or song to reach Thy gracious ear,
Unless the heart be there,
Winging the words of prayer
With its own fervent faith, or suppliant tear.
2 O, let Thy spirit move
O'er those who bend in love,
Be Thou amidst them as a heavenly guest;
So shall our cry have power
To win from Thee a shower
Of healing gifts for every wounded breast.
3 O, let Thy breath once more
Within the soul restore
Thine own first image, Holiest and Most High!
As a clear lake is filled
With hues of heaven instilled,
Down to the depths of its calm purity.
41. C. M. H. Ware, Jr.
For God's Presence.
1 Father in heaven, to whom our hearts
Would lift themselves in prayer,
Drive from our souls each earthly thought,
And show Thy presence there.
2 Each moment of our lives renews
The mercies of the Lord;
Each moment is itself a gift
To bear us on to God.
3 Help us to break the galling chains
This world has round us thrown;
Each passion of our hearts subdue,
Each cherished sin disown.
4 O Father! kindle in our souls
A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust,
In Thine almighty name.
42. C. M. Doddridge.
Doing All to God.
1 Shine on our souls, Eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine;
O, let Thy favor crown our days,
And all their round be Thine!
2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain;
Small joy success itself could give
If Thou Thy love restrain.
3 With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,
For Thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by Thee is lent.
4 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense at Thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be Thine alone.
43. C. M. Montgomery.
Prayer for Wisdom.
1 Almighty God, in humble prayer
To Thee our souls we lift;
Do Thou our waiting minds prepare
For Thy most needful gift.
2 We ask not golden streams of wealth
Along our path to flow;
We ask not undecaying health,
Nor length of years below:
3 We ask not honors, which an hour
May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power,
Lest we should go astray:
4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart
The knowledge how to live:
A wise and understanding heart
To all before Thee give.
5 The young remember Thee in youth,
Before the evil days!
The old be guided by Thy truth
In wisdom's pleasant ways!
44. L. M. H. Moore.
Manliness and Freedom.
1 Supreme and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below:
2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be,
What nature and Thy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from Thy breathing spirit came.
3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
Bid passion serve, and reason reign,
Self-poised and independent still
On this world's varying good or ill.
4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear,
O, may our steadfast bosoms bear
The stamp of heaven,--an upright heart,
Above the mean disguise of art!
5 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate'er is friendly to our race.
6 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve Thee, and to love,
Is peace below,--is bliss above.
45. C. M. Methodist.
Made Perfect in Love.
1 Father, united by Thy grace,
And each to each endeared,
With confidence we seek Thy face,
And know our prayer is heard.
2 Touched by the loadstone of Thy love,
Let all our hearts agree;
And ever towards each other move,
And ever move towards Thee.
3 Grant this, and then from all below
Insensibly remove!
Our souls their change shall scarcely know,
Made perfect first in love.
4 To us the ministry be given,
Which angels have above;
For love can make on earth a heaven,
And heaven is only love.
46. 11 & 10s. M. *J. F. Clarke.
Prayer for Strength.
1 Father, to us Thy children, humbly kneeling,
Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame,
Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,
That we may live to glorify Thy name:
2 That we may conquer base desire and passion
That we may rise from selfish thought and will,
O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and fashion,
Walk humbly, gently, leaning on Thee still.
3 Let all Thy goodness by our minds be seen,
Let all Thy mercy on our souls be sealed,
Lord, if Thou wilt, Thy power can make us clean,
O, speak the word! Thy servants shall be healed.
47. 8 & 7s. M. Ancient Hymns.
Thrice Holy.
1 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
Heaven is still with anthems ringing;
Earth takes up the angels' cry,
"Holy, holy, holy," singing,
"Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!"
2 Ever thus in God's high praises,
Brethren, let our tongues unite,
Whilst our thoughts His greatness raises,
And our love His gifts excite.
With His seraph train before Him,
With His holy church below,
Thus unite we to adore Him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow:--
3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Thus, Thy glorious name confessing,
We adopt the angels' cry,
'Holy, holy, holy,'--blessing
Thee, the Lord our God most High!"
48. 7s. M. *Montgomery.
Songs of Praise.
1 Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When, Creation's work begun,
Spake the Lord, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4 And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; his heart delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
49. P. M. Heber.
Thrice Holy.
1 Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, sky, and sea.
2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Thou who wast, and art, and evermore shalt be!
3 Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,
Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,
Infinite in power, in love, and purity!
50. C. M. Patrick.
Te Deum.
1 O God! we praise Thee, and confess
That Thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2 To Thee all angels cry aloud;
To Thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry:
3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of Thy majestic sway."
4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses Thee,
That Thou the Eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.
51. 8 & 7s. M. Dublin Coll.
Praise Ye the Lord.
1 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!
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken;
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never can be broken,
For their guidance He hath made.
2 Praise the Lord! for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail;
God hath made His saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail:
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high His power proclaim;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Praise and magnify His name!
52. P. M. *Bowring.
Glad Homage.
1 Father of Spirits! humbly bent before Thee,
Songs of glad homage unto Thee we bring;
Touched by Thy spirit, O, teach us to adore Thee;
Let Thy light attend us,
Let Thy love befriend us,
Father of our spirits, Everlasting King!
2 Send forth Thy mandate, gather in the nations,
Through the wide universe Thy name be known,
Millions of voices shall join in adorations,
Every soul invited,
Every voice united,
Joining to adore Thee, Everlasting One!
53. 7s. M. J. Taylor.
Glory to God.
1 Glory be to God on high,
God whose glory fills the sky!
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of heaven!
2 Favored mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with His praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Mark the wonders of His hand;
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream!
4 Gracious Being! from Thy throne
Send Thy promised blessings down;
Let Thy light, Thy truth, Thy peace,
Bid our selfish passions cease.
54. 7s. M. Bowring.
Lowly Praise.
1 Lord, in heaven, Thy dwelling-place,
Hear the praises of our race,
And, while hearing, let Thy grace
Dews of sweet forgiveness pour;
While we know, benignant King,
That the praises which we bring
Are a feeble offering,
Till Thy blessing makes it more.
2 More of truth, and more of might,
More of love, and more of light,
More of reason, and of right
From Thy pardoning grace be given!
This can make the humblest song
Sweet, acceptable, and strong,
As the strains the angels' throng
Pour around the throne of heaven.
55. P. M. Hogg.
Praise to the God of Nature.
1 Blessed be Thy name forever,
Thou of life the Guard and Giver!
Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they Thou kindly keepest!
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the rainbow, and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be Thy name forever!
2 God of evening's peaceful ray!
God of every dawning day,
Rising from the distant sea
Breathing of eternity;
Thine the flaming sphere of light,
Thine the darkness of the night!
God of life, that fade shall never!
Glory to Thy name forever!
56. L. M. Anonymous.
Perpetual Praise.
1 My God! in morning's radiant hour
To Thee will I lift up my heart;
The shades of night obey Thy power,
And at Thy sun's bright beams depart.
2 Father and Guardian! to Thy shrine
The life Thou shieldest will I bring;
All, great Creator! all is Thine;
The heart my noblest offering!
3 The morning light shall see my prayer,
The noonday calm shall know my praise;
And evening's still and fragrant air
My grateful hymn to Thee shall raise.
4 So shall sweet thoughts and hopes sublime
My constant inspirations be;
And every shifting scene of time
Reflect, my God, a light from Thee!
57. 7s. M. Gaskell.
Doxology.
Father! glory be to Thee,
Source of all the good we see!
Glory for the blessed Light
Rising on the ancient night!
Glory for the hopes that come
Streaming through the silent tomb!
Glory for Thy spirit given,
Guiding us in peace to heaven!
58. 8 & 7s. M. Bickersteth.
Closing Hymn.
1 Israel's Shepherd, guide us, feed us,
Through our pilgrimage below,
And beside the waters lead us,
Where Thy flock rejoicing go.
2 Lord, Thy guardian, presence ever,
Meekly kneeling, we implore;
We have found Thee, and would never,
Never wander from Thee more.
59. L. M. Chr. Psalmist.
The Heavenly Guardian.
1 As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my counsellor and friend!
Teach me Thy statutes all divine,
And let Thy will be always mine!
2 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O, lead me onward to the skies!
60. 8 & 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams.
Peace be with You.
1 Part in peace! is day before us?
Praise His name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless His care who guards the night.
2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,
Tranquil memory to the dead.
3 Part in peace! such are the praises
God, our Maker, loveth best;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.
61. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.
The Peace of God.
Peace of God, which knows no measure,
Heavenly sunlight of the soul,
Peace beyond all earthly treasure,
Come and all our hearts control!
Come, almighty to deliver!
Naught shall make us then afraid;
We will trust in Thee forever,
Thou on whom our hope is stayed!
62. 7s. M. Beard's Coll.
Prayer for Guidance.
1 Guide us, Lord! while, hand in hand,
Journeying toward the better land;
Foes we know are to be met,
Snares the pilgrim's path beset;
Clouds upon the valley rest,
Rough and dark the mountain's breast;
And our home may not be gained,
Save through trials well sustained.
2 Guide us, while we onward move,
Linked in closest bonds of love,
Striving for the holy mind,
And the soul from sense refined;
That when life no longer burns,
And the dust to dust returns,
With the strength which Thou hast given
We may rise to Thee and heaven.
3 God of mercy! on Thee, all
Humbly for Thy guidance call;
Save us from the evil tongue,
From the heart that thinketh wrong,
From the sins, whate'er they be,
That divide the soul from Thee.
God of grace! on Thee we rest;
Bless us, and we shall be blest.
63. L. M. Watts.
Doxology.
1 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.
64. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.
Go in Peace.
1 Go in peace!--serene dismission
To the loving heart made known,
When it pours in deep contrition
Prayer before the eternal throne.
2 Go in peace! thy sins forgiven,
Christ hath healed thee, set thee free
Every spirit-fetter riven,
Go in peace, and liberty!
3 Saviour! breathe this benediction
O'er our spirits while we pray;
Let us part in sweet conviction
Thou hast blessed our souls to-day.
65. C. M. Heber.
The Seed of the Word.
1 O God, by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest;
Whose word, like manna showered from heaven,
Is planted in our breast;
2 Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air;
The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And weeds of worldly care!
3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn,
Do Thou Thy grace supply;
The hope, in earthly furrows sown,
Shall ripen in the sky.
66. L. M. Gaskell.
Walking with God.
1 Through all this life's eventful road,
Fain would I walk with Thee, my God,
And make Thy presence light around,
And every step on holy ground.
2 Each blessing would I trace to Thee,
In every grief Thy mercy see;
And through the paths of duty move,
Conscious of Thine encircling love.
3 And when the angel Death stands by,
Be this my strength, that Thou art nigh;
And this my joy, that I shall be
With those who dwell in light with Thee.
67. L. M. Doddridge.
Christian Farewell.
1 Thy presence, ever living God!
Wide through all nature spreads abroad;
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep,
In every place Thy children keep.
2 While near each other we remain,
Thou dost our lives and powers sustain;
When separate, we rejoice to share
Thy counsels, and Thy gracious care.
3 To Thee we now commit our ways,
And still implore Thy heavenly grace;
Still cause Thy face on us to shine,
And guard and guide us still as Thine.
4 Give us within Thy house to raise
Again united songs of praise;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around Thy throne.
68. C. M. Anonymous.
For Guidance and Protection.
1 God of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
3 O, spread Thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Fathers loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
4 To Thee, our Father and our God,
We our whole souls resign;
And thankful own, that all we are
And all we have is Thine.
69. 7s. M. *Newton.
God Ever Near.
1 As the sun's enlivening eye
Shines on every place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh
To the souls that love His name.
2 When they move at duty's call,
He is with them by the way;
He is ever with them all,
Those who go and those who stay.
3 From His holy mercy-seat
Nothing can their souls confine;
Still in spirit they may meet,
And in sweet communion join.
4 Father, hear our humble prayer!
Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep,
Let Thy mercy and Thy care
All our souls in safety keep.
5 In Thy strength may we be strong;
Sanctify each cross and pain;
Give us, if Thou wilt, ere long
Here to meet in peace again.
70. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous.
Dismission.
1 Lord! dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above;
Let us each, Thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love:
Still support us
While in duty's path we move.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
May Thy presence
With us evermore be found!
II. GOD.
71. L. M. Lange.
The Most High God.
1 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord!
Essential life's unbounded sea!
What lives and moves, lives by Thy word;
It lives and moves and is, from Thee!
Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky,
Or shuns, or meets, the wandering thought,
Escapes, or strikes, the searching eye,
By Thee was to existence brought.
2 High is Thy power above all height,
Whate'er Thy will decrees is done;
Thy wisdom, holiness and might
Can by no finite mind be known.
What our dim eyes could never see,
Is plain and naked in Thy sight;
What thickest darkness veils, to Thee
Shines clearly as the morning light;
3 Thine, Lord, is holiness, alone:
Justice and Truth before Thee stand:
Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne,
Love ever dwells at Thy right hand.
And to Thy love and ceaseless care,
Father! this light, this breath, we owe;
And all we have, and all we are
From Thee, great Source of Life! doth flow.
72. 7s. M. Gaskell.
The All-Seeing God.
1 Mighty God! the first, the last!
What are ages, in Thy sight,
But as yesterday when past,
Or a watch within the night?
2 All that being ever knew,
Far, far back, ere time had birth,
Stands as clear within Thy view
As the present things of earth.
3 All that being e'er shall know
On, still on, through farthest years,
All eternity can show,
Bright before Thee now appears.
4 In Thine all-embracing sight,
Every change its purpose meets,
Every cloud floats into light,
Every woe its glory greets.
5 Whatsoe'er our lot may be,
Calmly in this thought we'll rest,--
Could we see as Thou dost see,
We should choose it as the best.
73. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring.
God is Truth and Love.
1 God is love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we move;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But His mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will His changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom His brightness streameth;
God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere His glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.
74. P. M. Anonymous.
God is Love.
1 I cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, almighty One, dost move,
But I can always, always say
That God is love.
2 When fear her chilling mantle throws
O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,
For God is love.
3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,
I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
4 Yes, God is love;--a thought like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
For God is love.
75. L. M. Sterling.
Love Supreme in God.
1 O Source divine, and Life of all,
The Fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall,
That saw not Love supreme in Thee.
2 We shrink before Thy vast abyss,
Where worlds on worlds eternal brood;
We know Thee truly but in this,
That Thou bestowest all our good.
3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
O, grant us still in Thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well!
4 Nor let Thou life's delightful play
Thy truth's transcendent vision hide;
Nor strength and gladness lead astray
From Thee, our nature's only guide.
5 Bestow on every joyous thrill
Thy deeper tone of reverent awe;
Make pure Thy children's erring will,
And teach their hearts to love Thy law!
76. L. M. *
God Known Through Love.
1 No human eyes Thy face may see;
No human thought Thy form may know;
But all creation dwells in Thee,
And Thy great life through all doth flow!
2 And yet, O strange and wondrous thought!
Thou art a God who hearest prayer,
And every heart with sorrow fraught
To seek Thy present aid may dare.
3 And though most weak our efforts seem
Into one creed these thoughts to bind,
And vain the intellectual dream,
To see and know the Eternal Mind,--
4 Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside,
Who cannot solve Thy life divine,
But would give up all reason's pride
To know their hearts approved by Thine.
5 And Thine unceasing love gave birth
To our dear Lord, Thy holy Son,
Who left a perfect proof on earth,
That Duty, Love, and Truth are one.
6 So, though we faint on life's dark hill,
And Thought grow weak, and Knowledge flee,
Yet Faith shall teach us courage still,
And Love shall guide us on to Thee!
77. 10s. M. Jones Very.
God's Fatherly Care.
1 Father! there is no change to live with Thee;
Save that in Christ I grow from day to day;
In each new word I hear, each thing I see,
I but rejoicing hasten on my way.
2 The morning comes, with blushes overspread,
And I, new-wakened, find a morn within;
And in its modest dawn around me shed,
Thou hear'st the prayer and the ascending hymn.
3 Hour follows hour, the lengthening shades descend;
Yet they could never reach as far as me.
Did not Thy love its kind protection lend,
That I, Thy child, might sleep in peace with Thee.
78. L. M. Bryant.
Loving-Kindness of God.
1 Father, to Thy kind love we owe
All that is fair and good below;
Bestower of the health that lies
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes!
2 Giver of sunshine and of rain!
Ripener of fruits on hill and plain!
Fountain of light, that rayed afar,
Fills the vast urns of sun and star!
3 Who send'st Thy storms and frosts to bind
The plagues that rise to waste mankind;
Then breathest, o'er the naked scene,
Spring gales, and life, and tender green.
4 Yet deem we not that thus alone,
Thy mercy and Thy love are shown;
For we have learned, with higher praise,
And holier names, to speak Thy ways.
5 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay!
Sole trust when life shall pass away!
Teacher of hopes that light the gloom
Of death, and consecrate the tomb!
79. 10s. M. Jones Very.
God Not Afar Off.
1 Father! Thy wonders do not singly stand,
Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed;
Around us ever lies the enchanted land,
In marvels rich to Thine own sons displayed.
2 In finding Thee are all things round us found!
In losing Thee are all things lost beside!
Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound,
And to our eyes the vision is denied.
3 Open our eyes that we that world may see!
Open our ears that we Thy voice may hear!
And in the spirit-land may ever be,
And feel Thy presence with us always near;
4 No more to wander 'mid the things of time,
No more to suffer death or earthly change;
But-with the Christian's joy and faith sublime,
Through all Thy vast, eternal scenes to range.
80. C. M. Montgomery.
The Earth Full of God
1 God, in the high and holy place,
Looks down upon the spheres;
Yet in His providence and grace
To every eye appears.
2 He bows the heavens; the mountains stand,
A highway for our God:
He walks amidst the desert-land;
'Tis Eden where He trod.
3 The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.
4 In every stream His bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
In every breeze His Spirit blows,--
The breath of life and health.
5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,
That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.
6 If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found!
81. L. M. Pierpont.
Every Place a Temple.
1 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung;
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue:
2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshippers may dwell;
Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son
Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,--
The incense of the heart,--may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee;
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to Thee!
5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To Thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung!
82. 7s. M. Methodist.
God Everywhere Present.
1 They who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.
2 In our sickness and our health,
In our want, or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.
3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
'Tis the time for earnest prayer;--
God is present everywhere.
4 Then, my soul, in every strait
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer;--
God is present everywhere.
83. L. M. Moore.
God in All.
1 There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of the Deity.
2 There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace Thy love,
And meekly wait the moment when
Thy touch shall make all bright again.
3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look,
Shall be one pure and shining book,
Where I may read, in words of flame,
The glories of Thy wondrous name.
84. L. M. Moore.
God's Presence in Nature.
1 Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee:
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath Thy kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
85. C. M. Whittier.
Nature's Worship.
1 The ocean looketh up to heaven,
As 'twere a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given,
In ceaseless worshipping.
2 They kneel upon the sloping sand
As bends the human knee;
A beautiful and tireless band,
The priesthood of the sea.
3 The mists are lifted from the rills,
Like the white wing of prayer;
They kneel above the ancient hills,
As doing homage there.
4 The forest-tops are lowly cast
O'er breezy hill and glen,
As if a prayerful spirit passed
On nature as on men.
5 The sky is as a temple's arch:
The blue and wavy air
Is glorious with the spirit march
Of messengers at prayer.
86. L. M. H. M. Williams.
God in Nature.
1 My God! all nature owns Thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night and Thou the day:
When all Thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To Thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to Thee belong.
2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,
The evening slowly spreads her shade,
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the longing spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to Thee.
3 As o'er Thy work the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
O, never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain!
But, oft as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wondering soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize
The joys that from Thy favor rise!
87. L. M. Wreford.
God in His Works and Word.
1 God of the ocean, earth, and sky,
In Thy bright presence we rejoice;
We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh,
And gladly hear Thy gracious voice.
2 We feel Thee in the sunny beam;
We see Thee walk the mountain waves;
We hear Thee in the murmuring stream,
And when the tempest wildly raves.
3 God on the lonely hills we meet,
God, in the vale and fragrant grove,
While birds and whispering winds repeat,
That God is there,--the God of love.
4 We meet Thee in the pensive hour
When wearied nature sinks to rest;
When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower
And peace is given to every breast.
5 We see Thee when, at eve, afar
We upward lift our wondering sight,
We see Thee in each silent star
That glorifies the gloom of night.
6 But better still, and still more clear,
Thee in Thy holy Son we see;
There Thy own glorious words we hear,
And learn the way to heaven and Thee.
88. L. M. Fox's Hymns.
The Great Temple.
1 Though wandering in a stranger-land,
Though on the waste no altar stand,
Take comfort! thou art not alone,
While Faith hath marked thee for her own.
2 Wouldst thou a temple? look above,--
The heavens stretch over all in love;
A book? for thine evangel scan
The wondrous history of man.
3 And though no organ-peal be heard,
In harmony the winds are stirred;
And there the morning stars upraise
Their ancient songs of deathless praise.
89. L. M. W. H. Burleigh.
The Heavens Declare the Glory of God.
1 Not only doth the voiceful day
Thy loving kindness, Lord! proclaim,
But night, with its sublime array
Of worlds, doth magnify Thy name.
Yea, while adoring seraphim
Before Thee bend the willing knee,
From every star a choral hymn
Goes up unceasingly to Thee.
2 Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night Thy voice makes known;
Through all the earth, where thought may reach,
Is heard the glad and solemn tone;
And worlds, beyond the farthest star
Whose light hath reached a human eye,
Catch the high anthem from afar,
That rolls along immensity.
90. L. M. Bulfinch.
Voice of God in the Soul.
1 Hath not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,
As if its inmost depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?
2 Hast thou not heard 'mid forest glades,
While ancient rivers murmured by,
A voice from forth the eternal shades,
That spake a present Deity?
3 And as, upon the sacred page,
Thine eye in rapt attention turned
O'er records of a holier age,
Hath not thy heart within thee burned?
4 It was the voice of God that spake
In silence to thy silent heart;
And bade each worthier thought awake,
And every dream of earth depart.
5 Voice of our God, O, yet be near!
In low, sweet accents, whisper peace;
Direct us on our pathway here,
Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease.
91. C. M. Jones Very.
The Light from Within.
1 I saw on earth another light
Than that which lit my eye
Come forth, as from my soul within,
And from a higher sky.
2 Its beams still shone unclouded on,
When in the distant west
The sun I once had known had sunk
Forever to his rest.
3 And on I walked, though dark the night,
Nor rose his orb by day;
As one to whom a surer guide
Was pointing out the way.
4 'Twas brighter far than noonday's beam,
It shone from God within;
And lit, as by a lamp from heaven,
The world's dark track of sin.
92. 7s. M. Anonymous.
Silent Worship.
1 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour
Praises to the Eternal pour?
I will teach thy soul to be
Temple, hymn, and harmony.
2 Sweeter songs than poets sing
Thou shalt for thine offering bring;
Softly murmured hymns, that dwell
In devotion's deepest cell.
3 Know that music's holiest strain
Loves to linger, loves to reign,
In that calm of quiet thought
Which the passions trouble not.
4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour
Praises to the Eternal pour?
Thus thy soul may learn to be
Temple, hymn, and harmony.
93. 7 & 6s. M. Methodist.
Quiet Worship.
1 Open, Lord, mine inward ear,
And bid my heart rejoice;
Bid my quiet spirit hear
The comfort of Thy voice;
Never in the whirlwind found,
Or where earthquakes rock the place,
Still and silent is the sound,
The whisper of Thy grace.
2 From the world of sin, and noise,
And hurry, I withdraw;
For the small and inward voice
I wait with humble awe;
Silent am I now and still,
Will not in Thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal
The secret of Thy love!
94. C.M. Cowper.
Retirement.
1 Far from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where sin is waging still
Its most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by Thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow Thee.
3 There, if Thy presence cheer the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
O, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine,
And,--all harmonious names in one,--
My Father! Thou art mine!
95. C. M. H. M. Williams.
Habitual Devotion.
1 While Thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore!
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on Thee!
96. P. M. Moore.
The Heart's Prayer.
1 As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee,
My God! silent, to Thee,--
Pure, warm, silent, to Thee.
2 As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee,
My God! trembling, to Thee,--
True, sure, trembling, to Thee.
97. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous.
Pray Without Ceasing.
1 Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Put earthly thoughts away,
And, in God's presence kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
2 Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim,
And blend with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.
3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way,
E'en then, the silent breathing
Thy spirit lifts above
Will reach His throne of glory,
Where dwells eternal love.
4 O, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,--
The grace our Father gives us
To pour our souls in prayer:
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
On Him who saveth, call!
Remember, in thy gladness,
His love who gave thee all.
98. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans.
All Must Pray.
1 Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
2 Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy daily toil to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
3 Traveller in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
4 Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
5 Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie,
Heaven's first star alike ye see;
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
99. C. M. Montgomery.
What is Prayer?
1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed,
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"
6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one;
They're one in word and mind;
When with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.
7 O Thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!
100. L. M. Hart.
Prayer the Life of the Soul.
1 Prayer is to God the soul's sure way;
So flows the grace he waits to give;
Long as they live should Christians pray;
They learn to pray when first they live.
2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress,
If cares distract, or fears dismay,
If guilt deject, if sin distress,
In every need, still watch and pray.
3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,
Though poor and broken be its word;
Pray if thou canst, or canst not, speak;
The breathings of the soul are heard.
4 Depend on Him; thou shalt prevail;
Make all thy wants and wishes known;
Fear not, His mercy will not fail;
Ask but in faith, it shall be done.
101. C. M. Anonymous.
Silent Prayer.
1 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer glows.
2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires,
Hope points the upward gaze;
And love, untrembling love, inspires
The eloquence of praise.
3 But sweeter far the still, small voice,
Heard by no human ear,
When God hath made the heart rejoice,
And dried the bitter tear.
4 Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;
All utterance faileth there;
But listening spirits comprehend,
And God accepts the prayer.
III. JESUS CHRIST.
102. 7s. M. Bowring.
Advent.
1 Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are;
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star!
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveller! yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel!
2 Watchman! tell us of the night,
Higher yet the star ascends;
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveller! ages are its own;
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.
3 Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn;
Traveller! darkness takes its flight;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home;
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God, is come.
103. 11s. M. Drummond.
"Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord!"
1 A Voice from the desert comes awful and shrill;
The Lord is advancing; prepare ye the way!
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.
2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven,
And be the low valley exalted on high;
The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer, is nigh.
3 The beams of salvation his progress illume,
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God;
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.
104. 8 & 7s. M. Gaskell.
The Dayspring From on High.
1 Darkness o'er the world was brooding
Sadder than Egyptian gloom;
Souls by myriads lay in slumber
Deep as of the sealed tomb.
2 Earth had lost the links which bound it
To the throne of light above;
Yet an eye was watching o'er it,
And that eye was full of love.
3 Like a glorious beam of morning,
Straight a ray pierced through the cloud,
Spirits mightily awakening
From their dark and heavy shroud.
4 Still that ray shines on and brightens,
Chasing mist and gloom away;
Happy they on whom it gathers
With its full and perfect day!
105. C. M. Patrick.
The Nativity.
1 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 Saviour, 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, who thus
Address 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!"
106. C. M. E. H. Sears.
The Birth-Song of Christ.
1 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 dayspring from on high.
4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men
From heaven's Eternal King!"
6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.
107. P. M. Mrs. Hemans.
Hymn for Christmas.
1 O Lovely Voices of the sky,
Which hymned the Saviour's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?
To us yet speak the strains,
Wherewith, in time gone by,
Ye blessed the Syrian swains,--
O Voices of the sky!
2 O clear and shining Light, whose beams,
That hour, heaven's glory shed
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,
And on the shepherds' head!
Be near, through life and death,
As in that holiest night
Of hope, and joy, and faith;
O clear and shining Light!
3 O Star which led to Him whose love
Brought down man's ransom free!
Where art thou?--'midst the host above
May we still gaze on thee?
In heaven thou art not set,
Thy rays earth may not dim;
Send them to guide us yet,
O Star which led to Him!
108. 11 & 10s. M. Heber.
Epiphany.
1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid!
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
2 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
3 Vainly we offer each costly oblation;
Vainly with gifts would his favor secure:
Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
4 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid!
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
109. C. M. Doddridge.
Mission of Christ.
1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a home,
And every voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,
Abides with holy fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.
3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In wretched bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And, with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
110. C. M. Watts.
Christ's Coming.
1 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 Saviour 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
As far as sin 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.
111. 7s. M. C. Wesley.
The Star of Bethlehem.
1 Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected Star!
Star of truth, that, 'mid the night,
Guides bewildered man aright.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death,
Scattering error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.
3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your Lord appear;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him manifested there!
4 There behold the dayspring rise,
Pouring light on mortal eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.
112. S. M. Needham.
The Prince of Peace.
1 Behold, the Prince of Peace,
The chosen of the Lord,
God's well beloved Son, fulfils
The sure prophetic word!
2 No royal pomp adorns
This King of Righteousness;
Meekness and patience, truth and love,
Compose his princely dress.
3 The Spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.
4 Jesus, the light of men!
His doctrine life imparts;
O, may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts!
5 Cheered by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way;
The path which Christ has marked and trod
Will lead to endless day.
113. L. M. Anonymous.
Tempted As We Are.
1 As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged pathway o'er,
The thought how comforting and sweet,--
Christ trod this very path before;
Our wants, our weaknesses, he knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.
2 If we, beneath temptation's stress,
Do fight against dark powers within,
So, in Judea's wilderness,
Christ wrestled with the thoughts of sin,
When, in a weary, lonely hour,
The tempter came with all his power.
3 So, tried as I, this earth he trod,
Knew every human ill but sin,
And though the holiest Son of God,
As I am now so hath he been;
Jesus, my Saviour! look on me;
For help and strength I turn to thee!
114. 7s. M. Bulfinch.
"The Works Which I Do Bear Witness of Me."
1 Holy Son of God most high!
Clothed in heavenly majesty,
Many a miracle and sign,
In thy Father's name divine,
Manifested forth thy might
In the chosen people's sight.
2 But, O Saviour! not alone
Thus thy glory was made known;
With the mourner thou didst grieve,
Every human want relieve;
Far thy matchless power above
Stands the witness of thy love.
3 Thou, who by the open grave,
Ere thy voice was raised to save,
Didst with those fond sisters shed
Tears above the faithful dead;
Even thy word of might appears
Less resistless than thy tears.
4 Lord! it is not ours to gaze
On thy works of ancient days;
But thy love, unchanged and bright,
More than all those works of might,
More than miracle or sign,
Makes us ever, ever thine.
115. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.
Christ Stilling the Tempest.
1 Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
2 But the wind ceased,--it ceased,--a word
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.
3 And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast;
They sank as flowers that fold to sleep
When sultry day is past.
4 O Thou that in its wildest hour
Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Send now thy Spirit forth in power
O'er our dark souls to brood!
5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride,
Thy mandate to fulfil,
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak, and say, "Peace, be still!"
116. C. M. Bulfinch.
The Pool of Bethesda.
1 The aged sufferer waited long
Upon Bethesda's brink;
Till hopes, once rising warm and strong,
Began in fears to sink;
And heavy were the sighs he drew,
And fervent was his prayer,
For he, with safety full in view,
Still languished helpless there.
2 His hope grew dim; but one was nigh
Who saw the sufferer's grief;
That gentle voice, that pitying eye,
Gave promise of relief.
Each pang that human weakness knows
Obeyed that powerful word;
He spake, and lo! the sick arose,
Rejoicing in his Lord.
3 Father of Jesus, when oppressed
With grief and pain we lie,
And, longing for Thy heavenly rest,
Despair to look on high,
O, may the Saviour's words of peace
Within the wounded heart
Bid every doubt and suffering cease,
And strength and joy impart!
117. C. M. Bulfinch.
Christ Walking on the Sea.
1 Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod
The dark and stormy wave,
And trusted in his Father's arm,
Omnipotent to save;
2 When darkly round our footsteps rise
The floods and storms of life,
Send Thou Thy Spirit down to still
The dark and fearful strife.
3 Strong in our trust, on Thee reposed,
The ocean-path we'll dare,
Though waves around us rage and foam,
Since Thou art present there.
118. P. M. Bowring.
"He Was There Alone."
1 He was there alone, when even
Had round earth its mantle thrown,
Holding intercourse with heaven:
He was there alone.
2 There his inmost heart's emotion
Made he to his Father known;
In the spirit of devotion
Musing there alone.
3 So let us, from earth retiring,
Seek our God and Father's throne;
And, to other scenes aspiring,
Train our hearts, alone.
119. L. M. Bowring.
Jesus Teaching the People.
1 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.
4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
120. 7s. M. Anonymous.
The Mind Which Was in Christ Jesus.
1 Ever patient, loving, meek,
Holy Saviour, was thy mind;
Vainly in myself I seek
Likeness to my Lord to find;
Yet the mind that was in thee
May be, must be, formed in me.
2 Since such griefs were thine to bear,
For each sufferer thou couldst feel,
Every mourner's burden share,
Every wounded spirit heal.
Saviour, let thy grace in me
Form that mind which was in thee.
3 When my pain is most intense,
Let thy cross my lesson prove;
Let me hear thee even thence;
Breathing words of peace and love;
Thus thy grace shall form in me
The same mind which was in thee.
121. 7s. M. Barbauld.
Christ's Invitations.
1 Come, said 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 the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, and seek in vain;
Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care;
Who the stings of sin can bear?
5 Sufferer! come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
122. C. M. Gaskell.
Spirit of Jesus.
1 O, not to crush with abject fear
The burdened soul of man
Did Jesus on the earth appear,
And open heaven's high plan:
He came to bid him find repose,
And God his Father know;
And thus with love to raise up those
That once were bowed low.
2 O, not in coldness nor in pride
His holy path he trod;
'Twas his delight to turn aside
And win the lost to God;
And unto sorrowing guilt disclose
The fount whence peace should flow;
And thus with love to raise up those
That once were bowed low.
3 O, not with cold, unfeeling eye
Did he the suffering view;
Not on the other side pass by,
And deem their tears untrue;
'Twas joy to him to heal their woes,
And heaven's sweet refuge show;
And thus with love to raise up those
That once were bowed low.
123. L. M. Bache.
"Behold How He Loved Him."
1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews,
When Jesus o'er his Lazarus wept;
My grateful heart the words shall use,
While on his life my eye is kept.
2 See how he loved, who travelled on,
Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,
And called the sleeping dead to rise.
3 See how he loved, who, firm yet mild,
With patience bore the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provoked, yet ne'er reviled,
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.
4 See how he loved, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
Who all the cup of sorrow drank,
And meekly yielded up his breath.
124. L. M. A. C. Coxe.
Divine Beauty of Christ's Character.
1 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 O, who like thee,--so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 O, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs, of men before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon thy mild divinity.
5 And 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.
6 O, 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!
125. L. M. Brettell.
The Life of Jesus.
1 He lived as none but he has lived,
That wisest Teacher from above;
He died as none but he has died,--
His every act an act of love.
2 His fervent piety was breathed
To the lone waste, the desert hill;
And in the haunts of men he sought
To do his Heavenly Father's will.
3 He preached the gospel to the poor,
Beside the couch of anguish stood,
Consoled the sufferer, healed the sick,
And went about still doing good.
4 With sinners he conversed, and gave
Peace to the weary, troubled mind;
Yet free from stain till life's last hour,
In him his foes no fault could find.
5 Born 'midst the humblest sons of earth,
All earth's temptations he withstood;
And yet all human praise renounced,
Declaring God alone is good.
126. P. M. Anonymous.
He Had Not Where to Lay His Head.
1 Birds have their quiet nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
All creatures have their rest,
But Jesus had not where to lay his head.
2 And yet he came to give
The weary and the heavy-laden rest;
To bid the sinner live,
And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast.
3 Let the birds seek their nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
Come, Saviour, in my breast
Come and repose thine oft rejected head!
4 Come! give me rest, and take
The only rest on earth thou lov'st, within
A heart that for thy sake
Shall purify itself from every sin.
127. L. M. Russell.
Through His Poverty Made Rich.
1 On the dark-wave of Galilee
The gloom of twilight gathers fast;
And o'er the waters heavily
Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast.
2 Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on his lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.
3 Why seeks he not a home of rest?
Why seeks he not the pillowed bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest;--
He hath not where to lay his head.
4 Such was the lot he freely chose,
To bless, to save, the human race;
And through his poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.
128. L. M. *Gaskell.
Christ The Sufferer.
1 Dark were the paths our Master trod,
Yet never failed his trust in God;
Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore,
Yet he but felt for man the more.
2 Unto the cross in faith he went,
His Father's willing instrument;
Upon the cross his prayer arose
In pity for his ruthless foes.
3 O, may we all his kindred be,
By holy love and sympathy;
Still loving man through every ill,
And trusting in our Father's will!
129. L. M. Bulfinch.
Christ The Sufferer.
1 O suffering Friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear.
2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene,
The faithless friends, the exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came;
And though in sinless strength arrayed,
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,
May we our Father's call obey,
Steadfast thy path of duty tread,
And rise, through death, to endless day.
130. L. M. Doddridge.
"Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done."
1 "Father divine!" the Saviour cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.
2 "But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say,--Thy will, not mine, be done!"
3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say,--Thy will, not ours, be done!
131. L. M. Anonymous.
"Let This Cup Pass From Me."
1 A voice upon the midnight air,
Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray,
Weeps forth in agony of prayer,
"O Father, take this cup away!"
2 Ah, thou who sorrow'st unto death,
We conquer in thy mortal fray;
And earth for all her children saith,
"O God, take not this cup away!"
3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die;
Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe;
Thy peace shall still the mourner's sigh;
Thy strength shall raise the faint and low.
4 Great chief of faithful souls, arise;
None else can lead the martyr band,
Who teach the soul how peril flies,
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand.
5 O King of earth, the cross ascend;
O'er climes and ages 'tis thy throne;
Where'er thy fading eye may bend,
The desert blooms and is thine own.
4 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray;
Make but one fold below, above;
And when we go the last, lone way,
O, give the welcome of thy love.
132. C. H. M. Mrs. Hemans.
The Agony in the Garden.
1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony;
He poured in prayer his suppliant breath,
Bowed down with sorrow unto death.
2 The sun went down in fearful hour;
The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power
Thus to o'ershadow him;
That he who came to save might know
The very depths of human woe.
3 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life
All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
4 It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread;
It passed not, though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead;
But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift of strength, for man to die.
5 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet
In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through him that path who trod?
Save, or we perish, Son of God!
133. 6 & 10s. M. Bulfinch.
Bearing the Cross.
1 Burden of shame and woe!
How does the heart o'erflow
At thought of him the bitter cross who bore!
But we have each our own,
To others oft unknown,
Which we must bear till life shall be no more.
2 And shall we fear to tread
The path where Jesus led,
The pure and holy one, for man who died?
Or shall we shrink from shame,
Endured for Jesus' name,
Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified?
3 Then, 'mid the woes that wait
On this our mortal state,
Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss,
And though the tempter's art
Assail the struggling heart,
Still, Saviour! in thy name we bear the cross.
134. 7s. M. Bulfinch.
The Crucifixion.
1 In the Saviour's hour of death,
Bound upon the cross of fear,
While his quick and struggling breath
Spoke the fatal moment near,
While his proud, triumphant foes
Mocked the sufferings that he bore,
Then his loving spirit rose
More sublime than e'er before.
2 He has taught us to forgive,
By his words in days gone by;
He has taught us how to live;
Can he teach us how to die?
Listen! as the cross they raise,
One brief prayer ascends to heaven;
For his murderers he prays,--
Father, may they be forgiven!
135. P. M. W. J. Fox.
Stabat Mater.
1 Jews were wrought to cruel madness,
Christians fled in fear and sadness,
Mary stood the cross beside.
2 At its foot her foot she planted,
By the dreadful scene undaunted,
Till the gentle sufferer died.
3 Poets oft have sung her story;
Painters decked her brow with glory;
Priests her name have deified;
4 But no worship, song, or glory,
Touches like that simple story,--
"Mary stood the cross beside."
5 And when under fierce oppression
Goodness suffers like transgression,
Christ again is crucified.
6 But if love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted,
Mary stands the cross beside.
136. 7s. M. Bulfinch.
"It Is Finished."
1 It is finished! glorious word
From thy lips, our suffering Lord!
Words of high, triumphant might,
Ere thy spirit takes its flight.
It is finished! all is o'er;
Pain and scorn oppress no more.
2 Now, no more foreboding dread
Shades the path thy feet must tread;
No more fear, lest in thine hour
Pain should patience overpower;
On the perfect sacrifice
Not a stain of weakness lies.
3 Champion! lay thine armor by;
'Tis thine hour of victory!
All thy toils are now o'erpast;
Thou hast found thy rest at last;
All hath faithfully been done,
And the world's salvation won.
137. P. M. H. Ware.
Easter Hymn.
1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die.
Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him,
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save.
Loud was the chorus of angels on high,--
"The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die."
2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;
The being he gave us death cannot destroy.
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.
138. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous.
"Let There Be Light."
1 On earth was darkness spread,
One boundless night;
"Let there be light," God said,--
And there was light!
2 There hung a deeper gloom
O'er quick and dead,
But Jesus burst the tomb,
And darkness fled.
3 God by His word arrayed
Darkness with light;
God by His Son displayed
Day without night.
4 For thee, O man, arose
Creation's ray;
For thee, too, brighter glows
Salvation's day.
5 The beams first poured on earth
For mortals shone;
The light of later birth
Immortals own.
IV. REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST.
139. C. M. Montgomery.
"In Remembrance of Me."
1 According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.
2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.
3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee;--
5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains,
Will I remember thee.
140. P. M. Whittier.
Watching with Jesus.
1 O Thou, who in the garden's shade
Didst wake thy weary ones again,
Who slumbered at that fearful hour,
Forgetful of thy pain,--
2 Bend o'er us now, as over them,
And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch
Our souls should keep with thee!
141. P. M. F. H. Hedge.
Strength from the Cross.
1 "It is finished!" Man of sorrows!
From thy cross our frailty borrows
Strength to bear and conquer thus.
2 While extended there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee;
Sufferer victorious!
3 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted!
May that sacred emblem be;
4 Lifted high amid the ages,
Guide of heroes, saints, and sages,
May it guide us still to thee!
5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded
Sorrow's depths for us has sounded,
Perfected by conflicts sore.
6 Honored be thy cross forever;
Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!
142. 6 & 10s. M. *Mrs. Miles.
Looking unto Jesus.
1 It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
2 O thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife;
Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed;
Raise thou our eyes above,
To see a Father's love
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom
Should hover o'er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.
143. 7s. M. Montgomery.
Made Perfect Through Suffering.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray!
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the griefs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross!
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
Love's own sacrifice complete;
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die!
144. 7s. M. Anonymous.
Strength Through Christ's Sufferings.
1 When my love to Christ grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane!
2 There I walk amid the shades,
While the lingering twilight fades,
See that suffering, friendless One
Weeping, praying there alone.
3 When my love for Christ grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary! I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe;--
4 There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
See his anguish, see his faith;
Love triumphant still in death.
5 Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.
145. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring.
Glorying in the Cross.
1 In the cross of Christ we 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 overtake us,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy;
Never shall the cross forsake us,
Lo! it glows with peace and joy!
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon our way;
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre 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.
5 In the cross of Christ we glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
146. L. M. Emily Taylor.
Looking to Jesus.
1 If love, the noblest, purest, best,
If truth, all other truth above,
May claim return from every breast,
O, surely Jesus claims our love!
2 There's not a hope with comfort fraught,
Triumphant over death and time,
But Jesus mingles in that thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.
3 His image meets us in the hour
Of joy, and brightens every smile;
We see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.
4 We see him in the daily round
Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him we tread the hallowed ground,
Communion with our God to seek.
5 We see his pitying, gentle eye,
When lonely want appeals for aid;
We hear him in the frequent sigh,
That mourns the waste that sin has made.
6 We meet him at the lowly tomb,
And weep where Jesus wept before;
And there, above the grave's dark gloom,
We see him rise,--and weep no more.
147. L. M. *Watts.
The Divine Example.
1 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; may I bear
More of thy gracious image here;
And, by the paths which thou hast trod,
Press on to holiness and God.
148. 7s. M. Gaskell.
Christ Who Strengtheneth Me.
1 When arise the thoughts of sin,
When the world our hearts would win,
When, to selfish pleasure given,
Droops the love that blooms for heaven;
Lord, we would remember thee,--
Thou wilt our Redeemer be.
2 When, with footsteps faint and slow,
Duty's upward path we go;
When, by toils and hardship pressed,
Round we turn to look for rest;
Lord, we would remember thee,
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.
3 When the way grows dark and drear,
When, beset by doubt and fear,
We can see no beam of light
Struggling through the thickening night;
Lord, we would remember thee,
Thou our Comforter wilt be.
149. C. M. Gaskell.
Following After Jesus.
1 In vain we thus recall to mind
The cross our Master bore,
Unless a holier strength we find,
And love his spirit more.
2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill;
Insulted, and withstood,
In hope and patience labor still
To do our brethren good.
3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go
Our heaven-appointed way,
And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe,
"God's will be done!" to say.
150. 11s. M. Whittier.
Christ Present in the Spirit.
1 O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod,
Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee's flood,
Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him to bear,
Nor our knees press Gethsemane's garden of prayer!
2 Yet, Loved of the Father! thy spirit is near
To the meek and the lowly and penitent here;
And the voice of thy love is the same, even now,
As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow.
3 O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and power
The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour;
Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame
On the heart's secret altar is burning, the same.
151. C. M. Emily Taylor.
"I Pray Not for These Alone."
1 "O, Not for these alone I pray,"
The dying Saviour said;
Though on his breast that moment lay
The loved disciple's head;
2 Though to his eye that moment sprung
The kind, the pitying tear
For those that eager round him hung,
His words of love to hear.
3 No, not for them alone he prayed;--
For all of mortal race,
Whene'er their fervent prayer is made,
Where'er their dwelling-place.
4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet,
His feast of love to share;
And, 'mid the toils of life, how sweet
The memory of his prayer!
152. L. M. Gaskell.
Bearing with Us the Dying of Jesus.
1 Not in this simple rite alone
May Calvary's cross to us be shown;
But may we turn, in many an hour,
To feel its soul-constraining power.
2 When indolence would have its will,
And selfish ease would keep us still,
Then to the Saviour may we look,
And meet his eye's serene rebuke.
3 When men have done us cruel wrong,
And angry thoughts are rising strong,
May we with softened hearts turn there,
And learn the Lord's forgiving prayer.
4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes,
May Jesus on the cross arise,
And ask if we will him forsake,
And wear the chains he died to break.
5 When pain, or sickness, or distress,
Our fainting souls would overpress,
To him on Calvary looking still,
May we find strength to bear God's will.
153. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll.
Bread of Heaven.
1 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread.
2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died,
Lord of life, O, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee!
154. L. M. Anonymous.
The Presence of Jesus.
1 When, blest Redeemer, thou art near,
The soul enjoys a sacred peace:
Thy presence calms our every fear,
And gives from every doubt release.
2 Be with us now, in truth and love,
In strength that conquers every sin;
O, cleanse, and bless, and lift above,
And may thy cross our hearts still win.
3 In suffering may we strength receive
From memory of thy victory won;
In doubt our drooping hopes revive;--
Thus be thy presence with us shown!
4 Be ever near our spirits, Lord;
And, drawn by sympathy, may we
Still, through thy cross, thy life, thy word,
In faith and love come near to thee!
155. S. M. C. Wesley.
Presence of Jesus.
1 Not in the name of pride
Or selfishness we're met;
From worldly paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget.
2 Jesus, we look to thee,
Thy promised presence claim!
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in thy name.
3 Present we know thou art;
But, O, thyself reveal!
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
Thy peace and gladness feel!
4 O, may thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice
In hope of perfect love!
156. 10s. M. T. Parker.
Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life.
1 O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men,
Who once appeared in humblest guise below,
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain,
And call thy brethren forth from want and woe;
2 We look to thee! thy truth is still the Light,
Which guides the nations, groping on their way,
Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.
3 Yes! thou art still the Life; thou art the way
The holiest know;--Light, Life, and Way of heaven!
And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray,
Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given.
157. C. M. Anonymous.
One in Christ.
1 A Holy air is breathing round,
A fragrance from above;
Be every soul from sense unbound,
Be every spirit love.
2 O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
That we be never drawn apart,
And love not Thee nor Thine;
3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all Thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to the Lord.
158. C. M. Emily Taylor.
Communion.
1 O, here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.
2 Not here, where met to think of him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.
3 No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.
4 Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait,
To hear thy cheering call;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.
159. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.
Invitation.
1 "Come who will," the voice from heaven,
Like a silver trumpet, calls;
"Come who will,"--the church hath given
Back the echo from its walls.
2 Come, to rivers ever flowing
From the high, eternal throne;
Come, where God, his gifts bestowing,
In the church on earth is known.
3 Heavenly music! he who listens,
Longing for his spirit's home,
While his eye with rapture glistens,
Yearning says,--"I come, I come!"
160. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous.
"Come unto Me."
1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distrest,
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest!
2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken,
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,
When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned;
3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn;
4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
161. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous.
The Weary and Heavy-Laden.
1 Come to Jesus, O my brothers,
Come in this accepted hour;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing,--doubt no more.
2 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 struggling beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden;
Wait not,--'tis your Saviour's call;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
162. P. M. Moore.
Come, Ye Disconsolate.
1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel!
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, living and pure;
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
163. C. M. Anonymous.
Parting Hymn.
1 Through thee as we together came,
In singleness of heart,
And met, O Jesus! in thy name,
So in thy name we part.
2 Nearer to thee our spirits lead,
And still thy love bestow,
Till thou hast made us free indeed,
And spotless, here below.
3 When to the right or left we stray,
Leave us not comfortless,
But guide our feet into the way
Of everlasting peace.
164. 6 & 10s. M. Briggs' Coll.
Benediction.
1 The peace which God bestows
Through him who died and rose,
The peace the Father giveth through the Son,
Be known in every mind,
The broken heart to bind,
And bless each traveller as he journeys on.
2 Ye who have known to weep,
Where your beloved sleep;
Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry--
God's blessing be as balm,
The fevered heart to calm,
And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply.
3 Ere daily strifes begin
The war without, within,
The God of love, with spirit and with power,
Now on each bended head
His deepest blessing shed,
And keep us all through every troubled hour.
V. CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
165. C. M. Gaskell.
The Heralds of the Cross.
1 Forth went the heralds of the cross,
No dangers made them pause;
They counted all the world but loss,
For their great Master's cause.
2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn,
Serene their path they trod;
And to the dreary dungeon borne,
Sang praises unto God.
3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before,
Love changed to cruel hate;
And home to them was home no more;
Yet mourned they not their fate.
4 In all his dark and dread array,
Death rose upon their sight;
But calmly still they kept their way,
And shrank not from the fight.
5 They knew to whom their trust was given,
They could not doubt His word;
Before them beamed the light of heaven,
The presence of their Lord.
6 O, may a faith as true be ours,
And shed as pure a light
Of peace across the darkest hours,
And make the last one bright!
166. 7s. M. *Johns.
The Preachers of the Word.
1 Thanks to God for those who came
In the Saviour's glorious name;
Who upon the green earth trod
But to teach the truth of God.
2 For the great Apostles, first,
Who from life's endearments burst,
Going from the Cross, and then
Leading to the Cross again:
3 For the next, who meekly poured
Willing blood to serve the Lord;
Fearless bore the racks of pain,
Felon's death, or captive's chain;
4 And for all, from shore to shore,
Who the blessed tidings bore;
All who wrought for liberty
When 'twas treason to be free.
5 Ye, who now, in better days,
Live to spread your Maker's praise,
Shedding, each man's home around,
Light that consecrates the ground;
6 Teachers of the word of light,
Go forth in your Master's might!
Speed your embassy where'er
Life has grief, or death has fear!
167. S. M. Ancient Hymns.
Thanks for all Saints.
1 For all Thy saints, O God,
Who strove in Christ to live,
Who followed him, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.
2 For all Thy saints, O God,
Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted Christ their great reward,
And yearned for him to die.
3 They all, in life and death,
With him, their Lord, in view,
Learned from Thy holy spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.
4 For this Thy name we bless,
And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in Thee.
168. S. M. Anonymous.
The Word of God.
1 God of the prophets' power!
God of the gospel's sound!
Move glorious on,--send out Thy voice
To all the nations round.
2 With hearts and lips unfeigned,
We bless Thee for Thy word;
We praise Thee for the joyful news
Of our ascended Lord.
3 O, may we treasure well
The counsels that we hear,
Till righteousness and solemn joy
In all our hearts appear.
4 Water the sacred seed,
And give it large increase;
May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,
Prevent the fruits of peace.
5 And though we sow in tears,
Our souls at last shall come,
And gather in our sheaves with joy,
At heaven's great harvest-home.
169. H. M. Doddridge.
The Gospel.
1 Mark the soft falling snow
And the diffusive rain!
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
Till, watering earth
Through every pore,
It calls forth all
Her secret store.
2 Arrayed in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:
The harvest bows
Its golden ears,
The copious seed
Of future years.
3 "So," saith the God of grace,
"My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls
Shall feel its power,
And bear it down
To millions more."
170. S. M. Moore.
Christianity.
1 Behold the sun, how bright
From yonder east he springs,
As if the soul of life and light
Were breathing from his wings.
2 So bright the gospel broke
Upon the souls of men;
So fresh the dreaming world awoke
In truth's full radiance then.
3 Before yon sun arose,
Stars clustered through the sky;
But, O, how dim, how pale, were those,
To his one burning eye!
4 So truth lent many a ray,
To bless the Pagan's night;
But, Lord, how faint, how cold, were they,
To Thy one glorious light!
171. L. M. Emily Taylor.
Thy Kingdom Come!
1 "Thy kingdom come!" The heathen lands,
In error sunk, Thy presence crave;
And victims bound by tyrant hands
Implore Thee, Father, come and save!
2 "Thy kingdom come!" Each troubled mind
In doubt and darkness calls for Thee;
For Thou hast eyes to give the blind,
And strength to set the captive free.
3 Thy reign of peace and love begin!
Too oft the Christian's sacred name
Is stained by wrath and shamed by sin;
O, come, assert the gospel's claim!
4 O, never in that righteous cause
Our hearts be slow, our voices dumb;
Upon the glorious theme we pause,
And fervent pray, "Thy kingdom come!"
172. C. M. Gaskell.
Thy Kingdom Come!
1 O God! the darkness roll away
Which clouds the human soul,
And let the bright, the perfect day,
Speed onward to its goal.
2 Let every hateful passion die,
Which makes of brethren foes;
And war no longer raise its cry,
To mar the world's repose.
3 Let faith, and hope, and charity,
Go forth through all the earth;
And man, in heavenly bearing, be
True to his heavenly birth.
4 Yea, let Thy glorious kingdom come
Of holiness and love,
And make this world a portal meet
For Thy bright courts above.
173. S. M. *H. Martineau.
The Coming of Christ in Power.
1 Lord Jesus, come! for here
Our path through wilds is laid;
We watch, as for the dayspring near,
Amid the breaking shade.
2 Lord Jesus, come! for hosts
Meet on the battle-plain;
Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts,
And tears are shed like rain.
3 Lord Jesus, come! the slave
Still bears his heavy chains;
Their daily bread the hungry crave,
While teem the fruitful plains.
4 Hark! herald voices near
Lead on thy happier day;
Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear!
We wait to strew thy way.
5 Come, as in days of old,
With words of grace and power;
Gather us all within thy fold,
And let us stray no more!
174. 6 & 4s. M. Marriott.
Let There Be Light.
1 Thou, whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight!
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the gospel 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,
Light to the inly blind,
O, now to all mankind
Let there be light!
3 Descend Thou from above,
Spirit of truth and love,
Speed on Thy flight!
Move o'er the waters' face,
Spirit of hope and grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!
4 Blessed and glorious three,
Thrice holy trinity,
Wisdom, love, might!
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,
Through the world, far and wide,
Let there be light!
175. C. M. *Moore.
The Latter Day.
1 Who shall behold the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
Which hides the nations now!
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;
When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye.
2 Then shall the world no longer mourn
Beneath oppression's chain;
The days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaffed
In peace by all who come,
And every wind that blows shall waft
Some long-lost exile home.
176. L. M. Watts.
Christ's Kingdom.
1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3 People, and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!
177. 10s. M. Ashworth.
Triumph of the Gospel.
1 Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man!
Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll:
Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span,
And make one brotherhood from pole to pole.
2 On, piercing gospel, on! of every heart,
In every latitude, thou own'st the key:
From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start,
With all their treasures first unlocked by thee!
3 Tread, kingly gospel, through the nations tread!
With all the noblest virtues in thy train:
Be all to thy blest freedom captive led;
And Christ, the true emancipator, reign!
4 Spread, giant gospel, spread thy growing wings!
Gather thy scattered ones from every land:
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings:
Proclaim them all thine own;--'tis His
command!
178. L. M. Anonymous.
Hymn of the Church Triumphant.
1 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and the dead;
Though humbled long, awake at length
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength!
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thine excellence be known;
Decked in the robes of righteousness,
Thy glories shall the world confess.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;
No more shall sin's insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
4 Thy God on high has heard thy prayer,
His hand thy ruin shall repair;
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.
179. C. M. Montgomery.
Daughter of Zion.
1 Daughter of Zion! from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.
2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.
3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the south, "Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!"
4 They come, they come;--thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.
180. 8 & 7s. M. Newton.
The Church Everlasting.
1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode.
2 On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
3 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
4 Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Love, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
5 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near:
6 Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which he gives them when they pray.
181. L. M. Whittier.
Christianity.
1 O fairest-born of Love and Light,
Yet bending brow and eye severe
On all which pains the holy sight,
Or wounds the pure and perfect ear,--
2 The generous feeling, pure and warm,
Which owns the rights of all divine,
The pitying heart, the helping arm,
The prompt self-sacrifice, are thine!
3 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye,
How fade the lines of caste and birth!
How equal in their sufferings lie
The groaning multitudes of earth!
4 Still to a stricken brother true,
Whatever clime hath nurtured him;
As stooped to heal the wounded Jew
The worshipper of Gerizim.
5 In holy words which cannot die,
In thoughts which angels leaned to know,
Christ gave thy message from on high,
Thy mission to a world of woe.
6 That voice's echo hath not died;
From the blue lake of Galilee,
From Tabor's lonely mountain-side,
It calls a struggling world to thee.
182. C. M. H. Martineau.
Christian Equality.
1 All men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal, when that earth
Fails from their dying eyes.
2 God greets the throngs who pay their vows
In courts their hands have made;
And hears the worshipper who bows
Beneath the plantain shade.
3 'Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;
And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.
4 O, let man hasten to restore
To all their rights of love!
In power and wealth exult no more,
In wisdom lowly move.
5 Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride;
Ye low! your shame and fear;
Live, as ye worship, side by side;
Your brotherhood revere.
183. C. M. Bulfinch.
"That They May Be One."
1 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed
For those he came to save,
When darkly o'er his path was laid
The shadow of the grave?
2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain?
O doubting heart, be still!
Yet holds the Lord his glorious reign,
Despite of wrong and ill.
3 Though nations with their battle-cries
Profane the Almighty's name,
Though bigots to the offended skies
Their own wild wrath proclaim,--
4 Thousands, in every Christian land,
Have never bowed the knee
In worship to the idol-band
Of strife and perfidy.
5 And these are one;--though some may bend
Before the Virgin's shrine,
While others' prayers and thanks ascend,
Father! alone at Thine,--
6 Yet they are one; if through their hearts
The soul of love be poured,
As swells some strain of various parts,
Yet all in sweet accord.
184. S. M. Johns.
Human Brotherhood.
1 Hush the loud cannon's roar,
The frantic warrior's call!
Why should the earth be drenched with gore?
Are we not brothers all?
2 Want, from the wretch depart!
Chains, from the captive fall!
Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart,--
Sufferers are brothers all.
3 Churches and sects, strike down
Each mean partition-wall!
Let love each harsher feeling drown,--
Christians are brothers all.
4 Let love and truth alone
Hold human hearts in thrall,
That heaven its work at length may own,
And men be brothers all.
185. C. M. Gaskell.
Peace.
1 How long, O Lord, his brother's blood
Shall man in battle spill?
How long that mandate be withstood,
Which cries, "Thou shalt not kill?"
2 How long shall glory still be found
In scenes of cruel strife,
Where misery walks, a giant crowned,
Crushing the flowers of life?
3 O, hush, great God! the sounds of war,
And make Thy children feel
That he, with Thee, is noblest far,
Who toils for human weal;--
4 And though forgotten, he alone
Can be a Christian true
Who would his foes as brethren own,
And still their good pursue.
186. 7s. M. Milman.
He Rebuked the Wind and the Sea.
1 Lord! thou didst arise and say
To the troubled waters, Peace!
And the tempest died away;
Down they sank, the foaming seas,
And a calm and heaving sleep
Spread o'er all the glassy deep;
All the azure lake serene
Like another heaven was seen.
2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat
To the billows of the proud!
Quell the tyrant's martial heat,
Quell the fierce and changing crowd!
Then the earth shall find repose
From oppressions, and from woes;
And an imaged heaven appear
In the world of darkness here.
187. L. M. *
The Hope of Man.
1 The Past is dark with sin and shame,
The Future dim with doubt and fear;
But, Father, yet we praise Thy name,
Whose guardian love is always near.
2 For man has striven, ages long,
With faltering steps to come to Thee,
And in each purpose high and strong
The influence of Thy grace could see.
3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer,
But Thou wast kinder than he dreamed,
As age by age brought hopes more fair,
And nearer still Thy kingdom seemed.
4 But never rose within his breast
A trust so calm and deep as now;--
Shall not the weary find a rest?
Father, Preserver, answer Thou!
5 'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above,
But through the shadow streams the sun;
We cannot doubt Thy certain love;
And Man's true aim shall yet be won!
188. 6s. M. Anonymous.
Behold, He Cometh.
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