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THE 
 
 CANADIAN MYMNAI 
 
 A COLLECTION OF HYMNS 
 
 FOR 
 
 SUNDAY SCHOOLS AND SOCIAL WORSHIP 
 
 i 
 
 TORONTO, 
 
 WESLEV buildings: 
 
 laa.\\^\^\T5iT^ BRIGGS. 
 
 MONTREAL: C. W. COATES. HALIFAX: S. F. HUESTIS. 
 
 1889. 
 

 210:1 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 THE preparation of this work. The Canadian Hymnal, was oflficially 
 assigned to a Committee, of which the Rev. Dr. Withrow was Chair- 
 man, and Dr. Sanderson, Secretary. 
 
 Neither time nor pains have been spared in the preparation of a book, 
 such as we venture to hope will be received by the public as one not ex- 
 celled by any other work in the wide range of Sunday School and Social 
 Service Song. 
 
 To keep the volume within reasonable limits; to introduce a desirable 
 number of new hymns, and yet retain a fair proportion of old ones, dear to 
 many hearts; to provide for the more thoughtful, and not to utterly exclude 
 all hymns of a lighter type; to meet the wants and tastes of teachers, adult 
 scholars, and children of different grades, down to the infant class; to provide 
 for the different anniversaries recognized by the churches; to introduce nothing 
 of doubtful theology, and to make the Hymnal suitable for Social Services 
 without damage to Sabbath School interests, were among the many important, 
 and sometimes difficult, considerations steadily kept in view by the Committee. 
 
 Much attention has been given to the classification of the hymns; and, in 
 this regard. The Canadian 'Iymnal may probably be regarded as excelling 
 all others. The general subject stands at the head of the left-hand page, thus, 
 Adoration, left-hand; God the Father, Cod the Son, God the Holy Spirit, 
 The Holy Trinity, on the right hand. This arrangement will render it very 
 easy for any leader to turn at once to any subject suited to the occasion. The 
 tune named in connection with each hymn is suggested as an appropriate one. 
 In many cases, however, other tunes may be selected. 
 
 As a desire has been expressed to have the name of each author inserted 
 
 in connection with the hymn composed by him, the Secretary has, at no small 
 
 expenditure of time, attemp'ed to meet that desire so far as it was in his 
 
 pow^r to do 80. J 
 
 THE PUBLISHER. 
 
 Entkrrd, nccordinr to Act of tho Parliament of Canada, in the year ono Ihoiisarid einht hundred 
 and ei}{hty-nine, by VVii.liam Rriuoh, Bonk Steward of the Methodiut Book and Pubhshhiff 
 |Iou8e, Toronto, at tho Department of Agrioulture. 
 
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 ADORATION. 
 
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 I L. M. [Old Hundrbd. 
 
 Praise the Lord, all ye natiotit. 
 
 ' 1 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
 2 
 
 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made ns of clay, and formed us men ; 
 
 And when like wandering sheep we 
 strayed, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 .3 
 
 We'll CI owd thy gates with thankful songs, 
 
 High as the neavens our voices raise; 
 And eri.rth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 
 Shal I fill thy courts with sounding praise. 
 4 
 AVide as the world is thy command ; 
 
 Vast as eternity thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, 
 
 Whon i-olling years shall cease to move. 
 
 --/«ooc Watts 
 
 2 6-«8. 
 
 [Luthbr's Hymn. 
 
 The Lord i» in this place, 
 
 1 
 
 Lo ! God is here ! let us adore, 
 
 And own how dreadful is this place I 
 Let all within us feel his power. 
 
 And silent bow before his face ; 
 Who know his iK)wer, his grace who prove, 
 Serve him with awe, with reverence love. 
 
 2 
 Lo ! God is here I him day and night 
 
 United choirs of angels sing ; 
 To him, enthroned above all height, 
 
 Heaven's host their noblest praises 
 
 Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, 
 Who praise thee with a stammering 
 tongue. 
 
 3 
 Being of beings ! may our praise 
 
 Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill ; 
 Still may we stana before thy face. 
 
 Still hear and do thy sovereign will : 
 To thee may all our thoughts arise. 
 Ceaseless, accepted sacrince. 
 
 4 
 As flowers their opening leaves display. 
 
 And glad drink in the solar fire. 
 So may we catch thy every ray, 
 
 So may thy influence us inspire ; 
 Thou Beam of the eternal Beam, 
 Thou purging Fire, thou quickening 
 Flame. 
 
 Waley. 
 
 3 L.M. 
 
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 Praise waiteth for thee. 
 
 1 
 All people that on earth do dwell. 
 
 Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: 
 Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell. 
 
 Come ye before him, and rejoice. 
 
 2 
 
 Know that the Lord is Gotl indeed. 
 Without our aid he did us make; 
 
 W« are his flock, he doth us feed. 
 And for his sheep he doth us take. 
 
 3 
 O enter then his gates with praise. 
 
 Approach with joy his courts unto : 
 Praise, laud, and bless his name always, 
 
 For it is sttemly so to do. 
 
 4 
 
 For why? the Lord our God is good 
 
 His mercy is forever sure ; 
 Hid truth at all times firmly stood. 
 
 And shall from age to ase endure. 
 
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 OOD THE SON. 
 
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 4 CM. [Tallib. 
 
 There ia none other name given whereby we 
 may be saved. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, for a thousand tongues to smg 
 
 My great Redeemer's praise, 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 2 
 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim. 
 To spread through all the earth abroad 
 
 The honours of thy name. 
 
 Jesus ! the name that charms our fears. 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. ■ ' 
 4 
 He bleaks the jxiwer of cancelled sin. 
 
 He sets the prisoner free ; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean, 
 
 His blood availed for me. 
 
 He Bi^eaks, and, listening to his voice, 
 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; 
 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 \ C. M. [Coronation. 
 
 On hia head were many thorns. 
 1 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royol diadem. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 2 
 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 
 
 Ye ransomed from the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 3 
 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall ; 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 4 
 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, 
 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 Join in the everlasting song. 
 And oruwu him Lord of all. 
 
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 King of kings and Lord of Lord*. Or 
 
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 Oh, worship the King all gloriouc* above ! 1 ^r 
 
 Oh, gratefully sing his power and hia love! lAll 1 
 
 Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of 
 
 Days, 
 Pavilioned w splendor, and girded with 
 praise. 
 
 2 
 Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace, ', 
 Whose robe is the light, whose canopy i 
 
 space ; 
 His chariot of wrath the deep thunder 
 
 clouds form ; 
 Ahd dark is his iiath on the wings of the: 
 storm. 
 
 3 • 
 Thy lx)untiful care, what tongue can. re- 
 cite ! 
 It breathes in the air, it shines in the 
 
 light, 
 It streams from the hills, it descends to 
 
 the plain. 
 And sweetly distils in the dew and the 
 rain. 
 
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 Fi-ail children of dust, and feeble as frail ;: Po 
 
 In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail :' 
 Thy mercies, how tender, how firm to' 
 
 the end. 
 Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and 
 
 Friend I 
 
 —SirR. Grant. 
 
 7 D. S. M. [DlADKMATA,^ 
 
 On his head were tnanj/ croums. 
 
 1 
 Crown him with many crowns, 
 
 The Lamb uix)n his throne ; 
 Hark ! haw the heavenly anthem drowns 
 
 All music but its own ! 
 Awake, my soul, and sing. 
 
 Of him who died for thee ; 
 And hail him as thy matchless King, 
 
 Thi-ough all eternity. 
 
 2 
 
 Cro\vn him the Lord of love ! 
 
 liehold his hands and side, — 
 Those wounds, yet visible above, 
 
 In beauty glorified : 
 No angel in the sky 
 
 Can fully bear that sight, 
 But downward bends his wondering e^< 
 
 At mysteries so bright, 
 
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 [Crown him the Lord ci' heaven ! 
 
 One with the Father known,— 
 f And the blest Spirit through him given 
 i From yonder Triune throne ! 
 I All hail, Redeemer, bail! 
 
 IFor thou hast died for me : 
 ,Thy praise and glory shall not fail 
 1 Throughout eternity. 
 
 — Matthew Bridtjes, 
 
 [COUONATION. 
 
 ing of his grace, lo q j^ 
 whose canopy I** 
 
 His name shall be called Wonderful. 
 
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 Jesus ! the name high over all, 
 In hell, or earth, or sky ; 
 
 Angels and men l)ef ore it fall, ' 
 And devils fear and fly. 
 tongue can. re- 
 
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 Jesus ! the name to sinners dear. 
 The name to sinners given ; 
 
 It scatters all their guilty fear, 
 It turns their hell to heaven. 
 
 \ feeble as frail ;^ 
 ind thee to fail : 
 r, how firm to; 
 
 Redeemer, and 
 
 —Sir JR. Grant 
 
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 ny erovms. 
 
 •owns, 
 
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 chless King, 
 
 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks. 
 
 And bruises Satan's head ; 
 Power into strengthless souk it speaks, 
 
 And life into the dead. 
 
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 IS wondering ey< 
 
 Oh, that the world might taste and see 
 
 The riches of his grace ! 
 The arms of love that compass me 
 
 Would all mankind embrace. 
 
 His only righteousness I show, 
 His saving truth proclaim ; r 
 
 "Tis all my business here below 
 To cry, "Behold the Lamb!" 
 
 6 
 Happy, if with my latest breath 
 
 I may but gasp his name ; 
 Preach him to all, and cry in death, 
 " Behold, behold the Lamb ! " 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 9 CM. [Tune 9 
 
 A name which is above every name. 
 
 1 
 There is no name so sweet on eaHh, 
 
 No name so sweet in heaven. 
 The name before hia wondrous birth 
 
 To Ohrist the Sftviour given. 
 
 Cho. — We love to sing around our King, 
 And hail him bUissed Jesus ; 
 For there's no word ear ever heard 
 So dear, .so sweet as "Jesus.'' 
 
 2 
 
 And when he hung upon the tree, 
 They wrote this name above him, 
 
 That all might see the reason we 
 For evermore must love him. 
 
 So now, upon his Father's throne, 
 Almighty to release us • 
 
 From sin and pains, he ever reig^a, 
 The Prmce and Saviour, Jesus. 
 
 4 
 
 O Jesus ! by thy matchless name ' 
 Thy grace shall fail us never ; 
 
 To-day as yesterday the same, 
 Thou art our God forever. 
 
 .. —0, W. Bethuns. 
 
 10 4-6s&2-8s. 
 
 [Caledon. 
 
 Tho7i art worthy to receive glory and honour. 
 
 1 
 
 Let earth and heaven agree. 
 Angels and men be joined. 
 To celebrate with me ; 
 
 The Saviour of mankind ; 
 To adore the all-atoning Lamb, 
 And bless the sound of Jesus' name. 
 
 Jesus, transporting sound ! 
 
 The joy of earth and heaven ; 
 No other help is found. 
 No other name is given. 
 By which we can salvation nav: 
 But Jesus came the world to save. 
 
 Jesus, harmonious name ! 
 
 It charms the hosts above ; 
 They evermore proclaim 
 And wonder at his love ; 
 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, 
 'Tis heaven to see our Jesus' face. 
 
 His name the sinner hears, 
 And is from sin set free ; 
 •Tis music in his ears, 
 'Tis life and victory ; 
 New songs do now his lips employ, 
 And dances his glad heart for joy. 
 
 -d WesUy. 
 
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 11 Ss&Ts. [TcxKlL 
 To you, therefore, who believe he u predou*. 
 
 1 
 Take the name of Jesus with yoa. 
 
 Child of sorrow and of woe ; 
 It will joy and comfort give you ; 
 
 Take it, then, where'er you go. 
 
 Cho. — Precious name, O how sweet! 
 
 Hope of earth, and joy of heaven. 
 2 
 Take the name of Jesus ever. 
 
 As a shield from every snare ; 
 If temptations round you g^ather. 
 Breathe that holy name in prayer. 
 
 3 
 
 the precious name of Jesiu, 
 How it thrills our souls with joy ; 
 
 When his loving arms receive us, 
 And his songs our tongues employ! 
 
 4 
 At the name of Jesus bowing. 
 Falling prostrate at his feet. 
 King of kings in heaven we'll crown him. 
 When our journey is complete. 
 
 — Mrs. L. Baxter. 
 
 12 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. [Italian Htiin. 
 Worthy ig the Lamb that woe dain. 
 
 1 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 Let neayen and earth reply. 
 
 Praise ye his name I 
 Angels, his love adore. 
 Who all our sorrows bore ; 
 And saints, cry evermore, 
 
 Worthy the Lambl 
 
 2 
 
 All they around the throne 
 Cheerfully join in one, 
 
 Praismg his name : 
 We who have felt his blood 
 Sealing our peace with God, 
 Sound nis high praise abroad ; 
 
 Worthy the Lamb ! 
 
 3 
 Join, all the ransomed race, 
 Our Lord and Grod to bless ; 
 
 Praise ye his name i 
 In him we will rejoice. 
 Making a cheerful noise. 
 Shouting with heart and ▼oice^ 
 
 Worthy the Lambl 
 
 Though we must change our place. 
 Yet shall we never ceat^e 
 
 Praising his name : 
 To him we'll tribute bring, 
 Hail him our gracious King, 
 And without ceasing sing. 
 
 Worthy the Lamb I 
 
 — J. Allen. 
 
 13 8S&7B. 
 
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 Redemption in hit blood, the forgivene»a 
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 I will sing of my Redeemer, 
 And his wondrous love to me : 
 
 On the cruel cross he suffered, 
 From the curse to set me free. 
 
 Cho. — Sing, oh ! sing of my Redeemer, 
 
 With his blood he purchased me ; | 
 On the cross he bought my pardon, | 
 Paid the debt to make me free. 
 
 2 
 
 I will tell the wondrous story, 
 How my lost estate to save. 
 
 In his boundless love and mercy, 
 He the ransom freely gave. 
 
 3 
 I will praise my dear Redeemer, 
 
 His triumphant ixiwer I'll tell 
 How the victory he giveth 
 
 Over sin, and death, and hell. 
 
 4 
 
 I will sing of my Redeemer, 
 
 And his heavenly love to me ; . 
 
 He from death to life hath brought me| 
 
 Son of God, with him to be. | 
 
 -P. P. Blitii 
 
 14 CM. [Belmont 
 
 Thou thalt call hit name Jesxtt. 
 
 1 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a belierer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 
 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield, and hiding-place, 
 Mynever-failing treasury, filled 
 
 WiUi boundless stores of grao* 1 
 
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 i Jesus ! my Shepherd, Brother, IViend, 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
 
 [My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I oring. 
 
 4 
 I Weak is the effort of my heart. 
 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 i But when I see thee as thou art, 
 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
 i 5 • _ 
 
 ' Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death ! 
 
 — J. Newton. 
 
 15 C. M. [Martyrdom. 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords. 
 
 1 
 The head that once was crowned with 
 thorns, 
 Is crowned with glory now ; 
 A royal diadem adorns 
 The mighty Victor's brow. 
 
 2 
 
 The highest place that heaven affords. 
 
 Is to our Jesus given ; 
 The King of kings, and Lord of lords. 
 
 He reigns o'er earth and heaven. 
 
 3 
 
 The joy of all who dwell above, 
 
 The joy of all below 
 To whom he manifests his love. 
 
 And grants his name to know. 
 
 4 
 To them the cross, with all its shame. 
 
 With all its grace, is ^iven ; 
 Their name, an everlasting name. 
 
 Their joy, the joy of heaven. 
 
 5 
 They suffer with their Lord below. 
 
 They reign with him above ; 
 Their everlasting joy to know 
 The mystery of his love. 
 
 ~T. Kelly. 
 
 16 8s&7s. [TuNElG. 
 Let the inhabitants of the rock sing. 
 
 1 
 Hail, thou once despised Jesus ! 
 
 Hail, thou Galilean King ! 
 Thou didst suffer to release us ; 
 
 Thou didst free salvation bring. 
 
 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 
 Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
 
 By thy merits we find favour; 
 Life is given through thy name. 
 
 2 
 
 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our sins on thee were laid ; 
 By almighty Love anointed. 
 
 Thou hast full atonement made. 
 All thy [jeople are forgiven, 
 
 Through the virtue of -thy blood ; 
 Opened is the gate of heaven. 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 
 
 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 
 
 There for ever to abide ; 
 All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's side. 
 There for sinners thou art pleading. 
 
 There thou dost our place prepare } 
 Ever for us interceding. 
 
 Till in glory we apjiear. ^ 
 
 4 
 
 Worship, honour, power, and blessing. 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudest praises without ceasing 
 
 Meet it is for us to ^ive. 
 Help, ye bright angelic spirits ! 
 
 Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; 
 
 Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 
 
 —J. Bakewell. 
 
 17 C.M. 
 
 [Evan. 
 
 Our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for tit. 
 
 1 
 I love to sing of that great power 
 
 That made the earth and sea; 
 But better still I love the song 
 
 Of "Jesus died for me." 
 
 I love to sing of shrub and flower, 
 Of field and plant and tree ; 
 
 My sweetest note for ever is, 
 That "Jesus died for me." 
 
 I love to think of angels' songs, 
 From sin and sorrow free ; 
 
 But angels cannot strike their notes 
 To " Jesus died for me. " 
 
mmmmmm 
 
 B 
 
 ADORATION. 
 
 I love to speak of God, of heaven, 
 
 And all its purity ; 
 God is my Father, heaven my home, 
 
 For "Jesus died for me." 
 
 And shall we then for ever live 
 At this poor dying rate ? 
 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so g^^eat ! 
 
 1 
 
 / 
 
 And when I reach that happy place, 
 
 From all temptation free, 
 I'll tune my ever rapturous notes 
 
 With "Jesus died for me." 
 
 —5'. Alman. 
 
 QOD THE SPIRIT. 
 
 18 
 
 7,7,7. [St. Philip. 
 
 Veni Sancte Spiritus. 
 
 Holy Ghost, my Comforter, 
 Now from highest heaven appear. 
 Shed thy gracious radiance here. 
 
 2 
 
 Blessed Sun ot grace, o'er all 
 Faithful hearts who on thee call 
 Let thy light and solace fall. 
 
 3 
 
 What without thy aid is wrought. 
 Skilful deed or wisest thought, 
 God will count but vain and nought. 
 
 4 
 Grant us, Lord, who cry to thee. 
 Steadfast in the faith to be, 
 Give thy gift of charity. 
 
 5 
 May we live in holiness. 
 And in death find happiness, 
 And abide with thee in bliss ! 
 
 —Hiss Winkworth. 
 
 19 
 
 C. M. [Tune 17. 
 
 Ask and ye shall receive. 
 
 1 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers; 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 In these colO hearts of ours. 
 
 2 
 In vain we tune our formal songs. 
 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quickening powers : 
 
 Come, shed abroad the Saviour's !ove, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 *• —laaac Watt$. 
 
 20 78. [Tunk20. 
 
 The Spiritis good ; lead. me. - 
 
 I 
 
 ill 
 
 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, 
 Ever near the Christian's side, 
 Gently lead us by the hand. 
 Pilgrims in a desert land : 
 Weary souls for e'er rejoice. 
 While they hear that sweetest voice, 
 Whispering softly, "Wanderer, come! 
 Follow me, I'll guide thee home." 
 
 2 
 
 Ever present, truest Friend, 
 Ever near thine aid to lend. 
 Leave us not to doubt and fear, 
 Groping on in darkness drear : 
 When the storms are raging sore. 
 Hearts grow faint and hopes give o'er, 
 Whisper softly, "Wanderer, come! 
 Follow me, I'll guide thee home." 
 
 —M. M. Wells. 
 
 2! CM. [Chant. 
 
 He shall teach you all things. 
 
 ' 1 
 
 / Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 
 Let us thine influence prove ; 
 Source of the old prophetic fire, 
 Fountain of life and love. 
 
 2 
 
 p Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee 
 The propnets wrote and spoke, 
 Unlock the Truth, thyself the Key, 
 Unseal the sacred Book. 
 
 3 , 
 
 / Expand thy wings, celestial Dove, 
 Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
 On our disordered spirits movOi / 
 
 And let there now be light. 
 
THE TRINITY; 
 
 9 
 
 'er live 
 
 e? 
 
 I to thee, 
 
 at! 
 
 enly Dove, 
 ig powers : 
 iaviour's Jove, 
 ours. 
 —Isaac Wattt. 
 
 [Tune 20. 
 ad. me. 
 
 de, 
 i side, 
 nd. 
 
 ).: 
 
 ice, 
 
 eetest voice, 
 .nderer, come! 
 )Q home. " 
 
 md, - 
 nd, 
 
 d fear, 
 Irear : 
 ing sore, 
 Dpes give o'er, 
 srer, come! 
 e home." 
 —M. M. Well*. 
 
 [Chant. 
 things, 
 
 earts inspire, 
 
 irove; 
 
 ic fire, 
 
 e. 
 
 oved by thee 
 spoke, 
 ' the Key, 
 
 al Dove, 
 night; 
 move, 
 fht. 
 
 shall 
 
 j» Grod. through himself, we then 
 Know 
 If thou within us shine ; • 
 
 And sound, with all thy saints below, 
 The depths of love divine. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 i 5 
 
 I / Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 
 I and to the Holy Ghost 
 I As it was in the beginning, is now, 
 % and ever shall be, world without end. 
 Amen. 
 
 i22 8,8,7,7. [Tune 22. 
 
 M The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. 
 
 Living "Water, freely flowing, 
 Fount of gladness, life-bestowing. 
 Holy Spirit, oh, draw nigh. 
 While thy name we magnify ! 
 
 2 
 Full of grace from heaven thoii bendest. 
 And to lowest depths descendest ; 
 Seeking, through a world of sin. 
 Souls wnom Jesus died to win. 
 
 3 
 Where one contrite tear gives token 
 Of a heart by eorrow broken, 
 Breathing forth the breath of prayer, 
 O blest Spirit ! thou art there. 
 
 4 
 Where the mourner in his anguish 
 Lifts to €rod the eyes that languish ; 
 When his spirit finds repose, 
 (}omforter, from thee it flows. 
 
 5 
 O Eternal Spirit ! hear us ; 
 Let thy power and presence cheer us ; 
 With thy life our souls inspire ; 
 With thy love our bosoms fire. 
 
 6 
 By the Father sent from heaven, 
 By the Saviour's promise given. 
 Thee we claim, O Power Divine ! 
 Come and make our hearts thy shrine! 
 
 THE TRINITY. 
 
 23 11,12,12,10. [NiCiEA. 
 
 The Lwd our God is holy. 
 
 1 
 
 Holy, holy, holy. Lord Grod Almighty ! 
 
 Gratefully adoring our song shall rise to 
 
 thee: 
 Holy^ holy, holy, merciful and mighty, 
 Grxl in Three Persons, blessed Trinity. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore 
 
 thee, • 
 Casting down their golden crowns around 
 
 the glassy se;i ; 
 Cherubim and Seraphim falling down 
 
 before thee, 
 Who wert, and art, and evermore shall 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 
 Perfect in power, in love, and purity! 
 
 4 
 
 Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty ! 
 All thy works shall praise thy name, in 
 
 earth and sky and sea : 
 Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, 
 God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 
 
 —Bishop Heber. 
 
 24 8s, 7s & 4s. 
 
 [St. Thomas. 
 
 Ue shall bear Vie glory. 
 
 1 
 
 Glory be to God the Father, 
 
 Glory be to God the Son, 
 Glory be to God the Spirit, 
 
 Great .Jehovah, Three in One : 
 Glory, glory. 
 
 While eternal ages run ! 
 
 2 
 
 Glory be to hiin who loved us, 
 Washed us from each spot and stain. 
 
 Glory be to him who bought us, 
 Made us kings with him to reign : 
 
 Glory, glory. 
 To the Lamb that once was slain I 
 
 3 
 
 Glorj' fco the King of angels. 
 
 Glory to the Church's King, 
 Glory to the King of nations. 
 Heaven and earth, your praises bring : 
 
 Glory, glory. 
 To the King of glory bring ! 
 4 
 Glory, blessing, praise eternal ! 
 Thus the choir of angels sin^ ; 
 Honour, riches, power, dominion! 
 Thus its praise creation brings : 
 
 Glory, glory. 
 Glory to the King of kings ! 
 
 — C. Wuieff. 
 
1 1 
 
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 10 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 25 L. M. 
 
 [Tune 1. 
 
 Praise him, all ye people. 
 
 1 
 From all that dwell below the skieH 
 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. 
 
 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ; 
 In songs of praise divinely sing ; 
 The great salvation loud proclaim. 
 And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 
 
 4 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 —luaac Watts and Bp. Ken. 
 
 26 8s, 7s & 48. [TuNK 26. 
 
 These Three are One. 
 
 1 
 
 ' Lead us. heavenly Father, lead \is, 
 O'er tne world's tempestuous sea; 
 Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
 For we have no help but thee ; 
 Yet possessing 
 Every blessing 
 If our God our Father be. 
 
 2 
 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ; 
 All our weakness thou do>Ht know : 
 • Thou didst tread this earth before us. 
 Thou didst feel its keerjost woe ; 
 Lone and dreary, 
 Faint and weary. 
 Through the desort tnou didst ga 
 
 3 
 
 Spirit of our God, descending, 
 
 Fill our hearts with heavenh joy ; 
 Love with every passion blending 
 Pleasure that can never cloy ; 
 Thus provided. 
 Pardoned, guided, 
 Nothing can our peace destroy. 
 
 — J. H^imston, 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 THE ONKY FOUNDATION. 
 
 27 
 
 7s & Cs. [AURELIA. 
 
 Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation, 
 a stone. 
 1 
 The Church's one foundation 
 
 Is Jesus Christ, her Lord ; 
 She is his new creation ,«. , 
 
 By water and the word : 
 From heaven he came and sought her 
 
 To be his holy bride ; 
 With his own blood he bought her, 
 
 And for her life he died. 
 2 
 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth, , 
 
 Her charter of salvation 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
 One holy name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one holy food. 
 And to one hope she presses, . ,• 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 3 
 Yet she on earth hath union 
 
 With God the Three in One, 
 And inystic sweet communion 
 
 With those whose rest L. v/on : 
 O happy ones and holy ! 
 
 Lord, give us grace that we 
 Like them, the meek and lowly. 
 
 On high may dwell with thee. 
 
 —5. J. Si<me. 
 
 28 [Ttm« 28. 
 
 Other foundation can no man ley. 
 
 1 
 Behold, a stone in Zion laid, 
 
 A tried, a sure foundation stone ; 
 Thrice blest are they whose hoijes are staid 
 
 Uix>n this base, and this alone. 
 
 Cho. — Some build their hov>es on the ever- 
 drifting sand. 
 Some on tneir fame, or their treas- 
 ure, or their land ; 
 Mine's on a Rock that f(jrever will 
 
 stand, 
 Jesus, the " Rock of Ages." 
 2 
 Storms may arise, and tem]X)sts blow, 
 
 And beat with fury on this Rock, 
 
 Still it remains, though waves o'ernow, 
 
 Unmoved amid the fieroest shook. 
 
SEEKING THE LOST. 
 
 11 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 ATION. 
 
 [AURELIA. 
 % foundation, 
 
 ation 
 iOrd; 
 
 •d: 
 
 nd sought her 
 
 bought her, 
 
 ed. , . V 
 
 arth, 
 one birth ; 
 
 868, , 
 
 xi, ■ 
 esses, 
 kued. 
 
 inion 
 
 in One, ^ 
 
 nunion 
 
 ;t io 'von : 
 
 J 
 
 hat we 
 id lowly, 
 rith thee. 
 
 —S. J. Stmie. 
 
 [TiiNK 28. 
 no itMn ley. 
 
 lid, 
 
 ion stone ; 
 
 hoi)e8 are staid 
 is alone. 
 
 jjiesontlieever- 
 
 e, or their treas- 
 
 land ; 
 
 hat forever will 
 
 of Ages." 
 
 mijests blow, 
 this Rocl^ 
 raves o'ernow, 
 'cest shook. 
 
 Ne'er shall the gates of hell prevail, 
 O'er those who in the Lord abide. 
 
 Safely they dwell, though foes assail, 
 Foi'ever near the Saviour's side. 
 
 —Tracy Clinton. 
 
 SEEKING THE LOST 
 
 29 
 
 7s, [Tune 2t>. 
 
 This ma7i receiveth sinners still. 
 
 Sinners Jesus will receive; 
 
 Sound this word of grace to all. 
 Who the heavenly pathway leave, 
 
 All who linger, all who falL 
 
 Cho. — Sing it o'er and o'er again, 
 
 Christ receiveth sinful men ; 
 Make the message clear and plain, 
 Christ receiveth sinful men. 
 
 2 
 
 Come, and he will give yon rest ; 
 
 Trust him, for his word is plain ; 
 He will take the sinfullest, 
 
 Christ receiveth sinful men. 
 
 30 C. M. [Tune 30. 
 
 / will in no icise cant tii^n out, 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, precious words, that Jesus said ! 
 
 The soul that comes to me, 
 I will in no wise cast him out. 
 Whoever he may be. 
 
 Cho. — Whoever he may be. 
 Whoever he may be, 
 I will in no wise cast him out. 
 Whoever he may be. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh. precious words that Jesus said ! 
 
 Beliold ! I am the Door ; 
 And all ^vho enter in by me 
 
 Have life forevennore. 
 
 Cho. — Have life forevermore. 
 Have life forevermore, 
 And all who enter in by me 
 Have life forevermore. 
 
 8 
 
 Oh, precious words that JeHus said ! 
 
 Come, weary souls oppressed, 
 Como take my yoke and learn of me, 
 
 And I will give you rast. 
 
 Cho. — And I will give you rest. 
 And I will give you rest. 
 Come take my yoke and learn of 
 
 me. 
 And I will give you rest. 
 i 
 Oh, precious words that Jesus said ! 
 
 The world I overcame ; 
 And they who follow where I lead 
 Shall conquer in my name. 
 
 Cho. — Shall conquer in my name, 
 Shall conquer in my name, 
 And they who follow where I lead 
 Shall conquer in my name. 
 
 —Mrs. Frances J. Crosbt/. 
 
 31 [Tune 31. 
 
 / lay down my life for the sheep, 
 
 1 
 Thy life was given for me ! 
 
 Thy blood, O Lord, was shed 
 That I mi^ht ransomed be, 
 And quickened from the dead. 
 Thy life, tny life was-givon for me : 
 What have I given for thee? 
 
 2 
 Long years were spent for me 
 
 In weariness and woe. 
 That through eternity 
 Thy glory I might know. 
 Long years, long years were epent for me : 
 Have I spent one for theef 
 
 3 
 Thy Father's home of light. 
 
 Thy rainbow-circled throne, 
 Ware left for earthly night. 
 For wand'rings sad and lone. 
 Yea, all, yea, all, was left for me : 
 Have I left aught for thee? 
 
 4 
 Thou, Iiord, hast borne for me 
 
 More than my tongue can t<ell 
 Of bitterest agony. 
 To rescue me from hell. 
 Thou sufferedst all for me, for me : 
 What have I borne for thee? 
 
 5 
 And thou hast b. ought to me, 
 Down from thy home above, 
 Salvaticm fall and free. 
 Thy parcion and thy love. [me : 
 
 (Ireat gifts, great gifts thou broughtest 
 What have I brought to thee? 
 

 I i 
 
 ^'} 
 
 ii. 
 
 12 
 
 •iHB LORD JESUS c?HRIST. 
 
 6 
 
 Oh, let my lifo be given, 
 
 My years for thee bo s^ient ; 
 World-fetters all lie riven, 
 And joy with suflferiiig blent : 
 To thee, to thee my all I bring, 
 My Savioui* and my King ! 
 
 —F. R. Uavcrgal. 
 
 32 78&6S. [Tunb32. 
 Come unto me and I wUl give you rest. 
 
 1 
 Oh, word of words, the sweetest, 
 
 Oh, word, in which there lie 
 All promise, all fultilment. 
 
 And end of mystery I 
 Lamenting or rejoicing. 
 
 With doubt or terror nigh, 
 I hear the " Come !" of Jesus, 
 
 And to liis cross I fly. 
 
 Oho. — " Oome I oh, come to me ! 
 . . ' *• Oome ! oh, come to me !" 
 
 " Weary, heavy-laden, 
 - " Oome I oh, come to me !** 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, soul I why shouldst thou wander 
 
 Vrora such a loving Friend? 
 Cling closer, closer to him. 
 
 Stay with him to the end. 
 Alas ! I am bo heli^)less. 
 
 So very full of sni, 
 For I am ever wandering, • 
 
 And coming back agaiiu 
 3 
 Oh, each time draw me nearer, 
 
 That soon the " Come ! " may be, 
 Nought but a gentle whisper. 
 
 To one close, close to thee ; '' 
 Then, over sea and moimtain. 
 
 Far from or near mv home, 
 I'll take thy hand and follow. 
 
 At that sweet whisiier, ' ' Come ! *' 
 
 — itrs. E, Johnson. 
 
 33 [Tune 33. 
 He came to teek and tavo t/t<; lust, 
 
 1 
 
 Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating 
 Wanderers on tlie mountain astray ; 
 
 *' Come uiito me," his ineHsace reiJeating, 
 Words of the Master siieaking to-day. 
 
 Cho. — Going afar upon tho mountain, 
 
 Bringing the wand*- <'r back again, 
 Into the fold of m\ Redeenier, 
 Jesus, the Laukb f< sinners slain. 
 
 Seeking the lost, and iwinting to Jesns, 
 Souls that are weak, and liearts that 
 are sore ; 
 
 Leading them forth in Avays of salvation, 
 Showmg the jjath to lifo evennore. 
 
 3 
 
 Thtis would I go on missions of mercy, 
 Following Christ from day unto day ; 
 
 Cheering the faint, and raising the fallen ; 
 Pointing the lost to Jesus, the Way. 
 
 —W. A. Ogdcn. 
 
 34 6s&8s. [Tune 34. 
 
 A U ive, like eheep, have gone astray. 
 
 1 
 
 I was a wandering sheep, 
 
 I did not love the fold ; 
 I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I woiJd not Ije controlled : 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I did not love my home, 
 I did not love my Father's voice, 
 
 I loved afar to roam. 
 
 2 
 
 The Shenherd sought his sheep, 
 The Father sought his child ; 
 
 They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
 O'er desertju waste and wild ; 
 They found me nigh to death. 
 Famished, and faint, and lone; 
 
 Thev lioiuid mo ;vith the bands of love, 
 They saved the wandering one. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
 •Twas he that loved my soul ; 
 
 'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 
 'Twas he that made n)o whole : 
 'Twas he that sought the lost. 
 That found the wandering sheep ; 
 
 'Twas he that brought mo to the told, 
 'Tis he that still doth keep. 
 
 4 
 
 I was a wandering sheep, 
 
 I would not )x) controlled ; 
 But now I love my Saviour'f. voice, 
 
 I love, I love tlie fold : 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I ouce preferred to itrnm ; 
 But now I love my Father's voice, 
 
 I love, I love his home. 
 
 — //. Doiiar. 
 
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 I 
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THE SINNER'S NEED. 
 
 13 
 
 THE SINNEIt'S NEED. 
 
 36 
 
 7s & 6s. [RUTHERFOUD. 
 
 Without me ye can do nothing. 
 1 
 I need thee, precious Jesus I 
 
 For I am full of sin ; 
 My soul is dark and guilty, 
 
 My heart is dead within : 
 I need the cleansing fountain, 
 
 Where I can always flee — 
 The blo<Kl of Christ most precious, 
 
 The sinner's perfect plea. 
 
 2 
 
 I need thee, blessed Jesus 
 
 For I am very poor ; 
 A stranger and a pilgrim, 
 
 I have no earthly store : 
 I need the love of Jesus 
 
 To cheer me on my way, 
 Toguide my doubting footsteps. 
 
 To be my strength and stay. 
 
 3 
 
 I need thee, blessed Jesus ! 
 
 I need a friend like thee ; 
 A friend to soothe and sympathize, 
 
 A friend to care for mo : 
 I need the heart of J esus 
 
 To feel each anxious care. 
 To tell my every trouble. 
 
 And ali my sorrows share. 
 
 — //. Bonar. 
 
 36 63&4s. [Tune 30. 
 
 Hear me, for I am poor and needy. 
 
 1 
 
 I need thee every hour. 
 
 Most gracious Lt)rd ; 
 No tender voice like thine 
 
 Can iieace afford. 
 
 Cho. — I neefl thee, oh, I need thee; 
 Every hour I need t\n-v; 
 * Oh, bless mo now, iny Saviour, 
 I come to thee ! 
 
 2 .'-v.. 
 
 I need thee every hour, 
 
 Stay thou near by ; 
 Temntations lose their power 
 
 When thou art niglu 
 
 3 
 
 I need thee everj* hour, 
 
 In joy or i)ain ; 
 Come quickly and abide, 
 
 Or lile li» vain. 
 
 I need thee every hour; 
 
 Teach me thy will ; 
 And thy rich promii^eB 
 
 In me fulfiL 
 
 5 
 I need thee every hour. 
 
 Most Holy One ; 
 Oh, make me thine indeed. 
 
 Thou blessed Sou. 
 
 — Hw*. Htnribeg. 
 
 THE sinner's FEIESTIJ. 
 
 3T lOs & 73. fLoEESZ. 
 
 Aiui went and told Jem*. 
 1 
 Are yoTi weary, are you heavy-hefluted? 
 
 Tell it to Jesus, toll it to J-esait*; 
 Are you grieving over joj-s deputed? 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. ' 
 
 Cho. —Tell it to Jesus, tel! it to J«mia, 
 Ho is a friend well knowTx ; 
 You have no other sacb ;k friend 
 or brother, 
 .1 Tell it to Jesus aJone. 
 
 2 
 Do the tears flow down your dseeks un- 
 bidden? 
 Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesvssi 
 Hu.e you sins that to man* eyes are 
 hidden ? 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. 
 
 3 
 Do you fear the gathering clouds ci sor- 
 row ? 
 Tell it to JesuB, t^ll it to J«w»s; 
 Are you anxit ns what sliall be to-morrow? 
 Tell it to JesiJ alone. 
 
 4 
 
 Are yoti troubled at the thoufffii of dying? 
 
 Tell it to Jesus, toll it to J ^f^uw ; 
 For Christ's coming kingdouk are yoa 
 sigliiug? 
 Tell it to J us IS aloua ~ J. K Bmrnkin. 
 
 38 13s, lis & 10s. 
 
 [TirMras. 
 
 The alto'jctfier lewif. 
 
 1 
 I've found a friend in Jesus, he** every- 
 thing to me. 
 He's the fairc^st of ton thauMixl to my 
 soul. 
 

 14 
 
 THE LORD JESITS CHRIST. 
 
 Ill 
 
 • P 
 
 The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I 
 see 
 All I need to cleanse and make me 
 fully whole. 
 In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's 
 my stay, 
 He tells me every cai-e on him to roll. 
 He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright 
 and morning Star, 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my 
 soul. 
 
 Cho. — In sorrow he's my comfort, in 
 trouble he's my stay, 
 He tells me every care on him 
 to roll. 
 He's the Lily of the Valley, the 
 bright and morning Star, 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand 
 to my soul. 
 
 He all my griefs has taken, and all my 
 sorrows borne ; 
 In temptation he's my strong and 
 mighty tower ; 
 I've all for him forsaken, I've all my idols 
 torn 
 From my heart, and now he keeps me 
 by his power. 
 Though all the world foreake me, and 
 Satan tempts me sore. 
 Through Jesus I shall safely reach the 
 
 He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright 
 and morning Star, 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my 
 souL 
 
 Hell never, never leave me, nor yet for- 
 sake me here, 
 While I live by faith and do his blessed 
 will; 
 A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now 
 to fear: 
 With the manna he my hungry eoul 
 shall fill; 
 Then sweeping up to glory, we see hin 
 blessed face, 
 Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. 
 He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright 
 and morning Star, 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my 
 soul. 
 
 ~-J. QUI. 
 
 LEADING. 
 
 39 8-78. [Tune 39. 
 
 The Latnb in the midst of the throne shall 
 lead them. 
 
 1 
 
 Saviour, let me still abide 
 
 In the shadov; oi thy wings, 
 Let me all my sorrow hide. 
 
 In the joy thy mercy brings ; 
 Draw me, keep me day by day, 
 
 Nearer, nearer. Lord, to thee ; 
 All along my pilgrim way, 
 
 Oh, my Saviour, lead thou me. 
 
 2 
 
 To the cross my soul was brought, 
 
 To the cross, with all its grief ; 
 There a healing bahn I sought, 
 
 There I found a sweet relief ; 
 Yet for deeper love I pray, 
 
 Love that clings alone to thee, ' 
 All along my pilgrim way. 
 
 Oh, u Sa lour, lead thou me. 
 
 3 
 
 Let me trust thee more and more. 
 
 Let my will and thine be one, 
 Till my warfare here is o'er, 
 
 Till the victory I have won ; 
 In the light whose blessed ray 
 
 Shining down, by faith I see, 
 All along my pilgrim way. 
 
 Oh, my Saviour, lead thou me. 
 
 — Fanny Crosby. 
 \ 
 
 40 'i-8s. [Tune 40. 
 
 Thou shalt guide me. 
 
 1 
 
 He leadeth me ! oh, blessed thought, 
 Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught ; 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
 Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 
 
 Cho. — He leadeth me, he leadeth me. 
 By his own h Aiid he leadeth me ; 
 His faithful follower I would be. 
 For by his hand he leadeth me. \ 
 
 2 
 
 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
 Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea, — | 
 
 Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. ' 
 
 4 
 
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 11 
 i 
 
[Tune 39. 
 
 ' the throne shall 
 
 abide 
 thy wings, 
 w hide, 
 rcy brings ; 
 day by day, 
 lora, to thee; 
 m way, 
 lead thou ine. 
 
 il was brought, 
 
 I all its grief; 
 in T sought, 
 jweet relief ; 
 
 I I pray, 
 alone to thee, ' 
 m way, 
 
 lead thou me. 
 
 nore and more, 
 thine be one, 
 re is o'er, 
 [ have won ; 
 blessed ray 
 y faith I see, 
 im way, 
 lead thou me. 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 [TUNK 40. 
 'uide me. 
 
 ;ssed thought, 
 y comfort fraught ; 
 ir I be, 
 at leadeth me. 
 
 he leadeth me, 
 d he leadeth me ; 
 lower I would bo, 
 1 he leadeth me. 
 
 of deepest gloom, 
 i'h bowers bloom, 
 )ubled sea,— 
 leadeth me. 
 
 LEADING- A REFtTOE. 
 
 15 
 
 »rd, 1 would olasp thy hand in mine, 
 or ever murmur nor repine — 
 ^ lontent, whatever lot I see, 
 iBince 'tis my God that leadeth me. 
 . 4 
 
 .nd when my task on earth is done, 
 (rVhen, by thy grace, the victt)ry's won, 
 "I'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 lince God through Jordan leadeth -^ 
 
 —J. U. Oib te. 
 
 ^1 lOs & 4s. [Lux Benigna. 
 
 Lead ine in the way everlasting. 
 
 1 
 
 sad, kindly Light, amid th' encircling 
 
 Lead thou me on. [gloom, 
 
 iThe night is dark, and I am far from 
 
 i Lead thou me on. [honit! ; 
 
 ^^eep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 
 >rhedistn.nt scene; one step enough forme. 
 
 ■4 2 
 
 vpL was not ever thus, nor prayed that thoti 
 V Shouldst lead nie on ; 
 
 Jtl loved to choose and st^e my i)ath ; hut 
 ■; Lead thou me on. [now 
 
 -*! loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
 .Pride ruled my will : remember not i^-vnt 
 I years. 
 
 3 
 
 -.^o long thy power hath blest_me, sure it 
 
 ■ Will lead me on [still 
 
 *^'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, 
 
 ,f The night is gone, [till 
 
 /^jAnd with the morn thos*; angel faces smile 
 
 Which I have loved long snice, and lost 
 
 awhile. 
 
 4 
 ^Meanwhile, along the narrow rugged path 
 ;| Thyself hast trod, 
 
 fLead, Saviour, lead me home in child- 
 Home to my (xod, [like faith, 
 *To rest forever after earthly strife, 
 |ln the calm light of everlasting life. 
 
 f, —John It. Jfewinan. 
 
 > 
 
 '. 42 4-78. - . [TuNK 42. 
 
 Thou art the Guide of my youth. 
 1 
 Saviour, lead me, lest I stray, 
 4 (Jently lead mo all the way ; 
 ' I am safe when by th v side ; 
 I would in thy love abide. 
 
 '' Cho. — Lead me, load me. 
 
 Saviour, load me, lest T stray ; 
 Gently down the stream of time 
 Lead me, Saviour, all the way. 
 
 Thou the refuge of my soul, 
 When life's stormy billows roll ; 
 I am safe when thou art nigh, 
 All my hopes on thee rely. 
 
 8 
 
 Saviour, lead me then at last. 
 When the storm of life is past, 
 To the land of endless day, 
 Where all tears are wiped aWay. 
 
 — F. M. Davidson. 
 
 43 
 
 8s & 7s. [TuNB 43. 
 
 He docth all things well. 
 1 
 All the way my Saviour leads me; 
 
 What have I to ask beside? 
 Can I doubt his tender mercy, 
 
 Who through life has been my Guide? 
 Heavenly pejice, divinest comfort, 
 
 Here by faith in him I dwell ! 
 For I know, whate'er befall me, 
 Jesus d<jeth all things welL 
 
 2 
 
 All the way my Saviour leads me ; 
 
 Cheers each winding path I tread ; 
 Gives me grace for every trial, 
 
 Feeds me with the living bread ; 
 Though my weary steps may falter. 
 
 And my soul athirst may bo, 
 Gushing from the Rock before me, 
 
 Lo! a spring of joy I see. 
 
 3 
 
 All the way my Saviour leads me ; 
 
 Oh, the fulness of his lovn ! 
 Perfect rest to me is i)romised 
 
 In my Father's house above ; 
 When my spirit, clothed immortal, 
 
 Wings its flight to realms of day, 
 This my song tlirough endless ages — 
 
 .losiis led mo all the way. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 A RKFUOK. 
 
 44 ^ 7s. [Ajalox. 
 
 Hock of my salvation. 
 
 1 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From thy wounded side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 
 Save from wrath and nmke me pure. 
 
1 
 
 I • 
 
 h 
 
 »l 
 
 !; I 
 
 Hi 
 
 THE LORD JKSUB CHRIST. 
 
 2 
 
 Could my tears forever flow, 
 Could my zeal no latiguor know, 
 These fur sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save, and thoii alone : 
 In my hand no price I bring, 
 Simply to tliy crosa I cling. 
 
 3 
 
 p While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyes shall close in death, 
 
 / When I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold thee on thy throne. 
 
 Rock of 
 Let me 
 
 Ages, cleft for me, 
 hido mytjolf in thee. 
 
 ■Toplady. 
 
 45 8-78. 
 
 [HOLUNGSIDE. 
 
 Itoill say to my 80ul, Thou art my re/uge. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, Lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly. 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high : 
 Hide me, oh, my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life be past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 Oh, receive my soul at last ! 
 2 
 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my lielpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me : 
 All my trust on thee is stayed ; 
 
 All my help from thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy \ving. 
 
 3 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound^ 
 
 Make and I.eep me pure withm : 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou \\\) within my heart. 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 46 C.M. ' * [TunhU 
 
 1/ 1 wask thee not, thou hast )io part with mc. 
 
 1 
 Forever here my rest shall l)e, 
 
 Close to thy bleeding Kidn ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, 
 
 For me the Saviour died i 
 
 2 
 
 My dyingf Saviour, and my God, 
 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 Sprinlde me ever with thy blood, 
 
 And cleanse, and keep me clean. 
 
 3 • 
 
 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 
 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone. 
 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 
 
 I 
 
 Vt 
 
 P. 
 
 The atonement of thy bkxKl apply, 
 
 Till faith to sight nnprove. 
 Till hope in full fruition die. 
 
 And all my soul be love. ^ 
 
 — C. Wesley. V 
 
 w 
 
 47 83&7S. 
 
 [Vkkmont. 
 
 A rcfujis/rom tha storm. 
 
 Jesus, refujje of the weary, 
 Object of the »Spirit's love. 
 
 Fountain in life's desert dreary. 
 Saviour from the world above ! 
 
 Ou 
 
 -: ^ 
 
 h 
 
 Oh ! how oft thme eyes, offended» 
 Gazed upon the simier's fall ; 
 
 Yet thou ')n the cross extended 
 Bore the ^jenalty of all I 
 
 3 
 
 For our human sake enduring 
 
 Tortures infinite in pain. 
 By thy death our life assuring. 
 
 Conquerors, through thee we reigni I 
 
 4 
 
 Jesus, would my heart were burning 
 With more vivid love for thee ! 
 
 Would my eyes were ever turning 
 To thy crosa of agony ! 
 
 6 
 
 So in praise and rapture blending, 
 Miglit my fading eyes grow dimj 
 
 While the freed heart rose, aacendmg 
 To the circling Seraphim. 
 
 6 
 
 Then in glory parted never 
 
 From the blessed Saviour's side, 
 
 Graven on my heart forever. 
 Bo the Cross and Crucified. 
 
 —Oirulaino Savonarola. 
 
'(■J, 
 
 A REFUGE. 
 
 17 
 
 I sin, 
 hy blood, 
 :> me clean. 
 
 I thus thine own ; 
 huu art ; 
 set alono, 
 my lieart. 
 
 l(K>d apply, 
 )rove, 
 I die, 
 ive. 
 
 — O. Wetley, 
 
 [Vermont. 
 h« ttvnn. 
 
 ireary, 
 t's love, 
 ert dreary, 
 orld above ! 
 
 es, offended» 
 iier'si fall ; 
 extended 
 :ulll 
 
 enduring 
 
 pain, 
 
 assuring, 
 h thee we reign I 
 
 rt were burning 
 ive for thee ! 
 ever turning 
 ny 1 
 
 are blending, 
 ye!) grow diin^ 
 ; rose, aticeuding 
 i])hiiu. 
 
 L.M. 
 
 [Communion. 
 
 Rejoice with joy unspeakable. 
 
 I 1 
 
 Ifesufi, thou Joy of loving hearts ! 
 
 Thou Fount of life ! thou Light of men ! 
 Vrom the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 y^ We turn unfilled to thee again. 
 
 tay truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 
 , Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
 *|fo them that seek thee, thou art good ; 
 "^ To them that find thee, all in all. 
 
 3 
 
 ijrc taste thee, O thou Living Bread ! 
 *. And long to feast upon thee still ; 
 We drink of thee, the Fountain-head, 
 And thirst our soids from thee to fill. 
 
 ■f . . 4 
 
 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 
 
 ^ Where'er our changeful h>t is cast ; 
 
 wlad, when thy gracious smile we see ; 
 
 ..f Blest, when our faith can hold thee f jist. 
 
 t'U 5 
 
 ^ Jesus, ever with us stay ! 
 "^ Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Ip^ase the dark night of sin away, 
 I Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 
 
 — Jtay Palmer or Jienmrd. 
 
 i 
 
 never 
 
 aviour*s side, 
 
 'orever, 
 
 !rucified. 
 
 rolaino Savonarola. 
 
 <^9 158. [Tune 49. 
 
 'Hi the secret of his tabernacle he will hide me. 
 
 1 
 the secret of his presence how my soul 
 
 delights to hide ! 
 , how precious are the lessons which I 
 ^ learn at Jesus' side ! 
 llBrthly cares can never vex me, neither 
 •^^ trials lay me low : 
 Ifbrwhen Satan comes to tempt me, to 
 the secret place I go. 
 
 C^O. — In the secret of his presnnce Jesus 
 
 • keeos, I know not how ; 
 
 In the shadow of the Highest I 
 am resting, hiding now. 
 
 2 
 len my soul is faint and thirsty, 'neath 
 
 the shiulow of his wing 
 lero is cool and pleasant shelter, and a 
 
 fresh and crystal spring ; 
 id my Saviour rests beside me, as we 
 
 hold communion swetit : 
 I tried, I could not utter what he says 
 
 when thus we meet. 
 
 Only this I know : I tell him all my 
 
 doubts, aud griefs, and fears ; 
 Oh, how patiently he listens! and my 
 
 drooping soul he cheers : 
 Do you think he ne'er reproves me? what 
 
 a false friend he would be, 
 If he never, never told me of the sins 
 
 which he must see. 
 
 Would you like to know the sweetness 
 
 of the secret of the Lord? 
 Go and hide beneath his shadow : this 
 
 shall then be your reward ; 
 And whene'er you leave the silence of 
 
 that happy meeting place, 
 You must nnnd and bear the image of 
 
 the Master in your face. 
 
 —Ellen Lakshmi Goreh. 
 
 50 lis. [Tune 50. 
 
 Tlie shadow of a great rock in a weary land. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, safe to the Rock that is higher than I, 
 My soul in its conflicts and sorrows 
 
 would fly ; 
 So sinful, so weary, thine, thine would I 
 
 Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I'm hiding 
 in thee. 
 
 Cho. — Hiding in thee, hiding in thee. 
 Thou blest "Rock of Ages," 
 Tm hiding in thee. 
 
 ■ ■» . . '■" 
 
 In the calm of the iuK)n-tide, in sorrow's 
 
 lono hour. 
 In times when temptation casts o'er me 
 
 its pf)wer; 
 In the tempests of life, on its wide, heav- 
 ing sea. 
 Thou blest "Rock of Ages," I'm hiding 
 
 in thee. 
 
 3 
 How oft in the conflict, wiieu pressed l)y 
 
 the foe, 
 I have fled to my Refuge and bivathed 
 
 out my woe ; 
 How often when trials, like sea billows 
 
 roll. 
 Have T hidden in thee, O tlum Rock of 
 
 my soul. 
 
 —W. 0. Gushing. 
 
'.^1 
 
 i 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 Us. [Adeste Fideles. 
 
 Who have fled /or refuge. 
 
 1 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 
 
 Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent 
 
 word! 
 What more can he say, than to you he 
 
 hath said, 
 To you, who for refuge to Jesus have 
 
 fled? 
 
 2 
 "Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not 
 
 dismayed ! 
 For I am thy God, I vnU. still give thee 
 
 aid; 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 
 
 thee to stand. 
 Upheld by my gracious,omniiK)tent hand. 
 
 3 
 "When through the deep waters I call 
 
 thee to go. 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; 
 For I will be with thee thv trials to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 4 
 "When through fiery trials thy pathway 
 
 shall lie, 
 My grace, all-sufficient, shall lye thy 
 
 supply; 
 The flame fhall not hurt thee; I only 
 
 design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to 
 
 refine." 
 
 —G. Keith. 
 
 52 L. M. [Tune 52. 
 
 Let the inhabitants of the Rock sing, 
 
 1 
 The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide : 
 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 Secure whatever ill betide : 
 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 
 Cho. — Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary 
 land! 
 A weaiy land, a weary land ; 
 Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary 
 land, — ^ 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 
 2 
 
 A shade by day, defence by night : 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 
 Nc> fears alarm, no foes affright : 
 A shelter in the time of storm 1 
 
 The raging storms may round ua beat : 
 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 We'll never leave our safe retreat, 
 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 4 
 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear : 
 
 A shelter in the time of storm ! 
 Be thou our helper ever near, i 
 
 A shelter in tne time of storm ! 
 
 -r. J. C 
 
 53 4-8s. [Tune 63 
 
 Lead me to the Rock that in higher than I. 
 
 1 
 Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep. 
 
 And rough seems the path to the goal 
 And sorrows, how often they sweep 
 
 Like tempests down over the soul ! 
 
 Cho. -Oh, then to the Rock let me fly, 
 
 To the Rock that is higher than .' , 
 Oh, then to the Rock let me fly, 
 To the Rock that is higher than '. 
 
 2 '^ 
 
 Oh, sometimes how long seems the day. ^ " 
 
 And sometimes how heavy my feet ! 
 But toiling in life's dusty way, 
 The Rock's blessed shadow, how swee 
 3 
 Oh, near to the Rock let me keep. 
 
 Though blessings or sorrows prevail ; 
 When climbing the mountain way stet 
 Or walking tl\e shadowy vale. 
 
 — Mrs. E. Johmc 
 
 H 
 
 f:u 
 
 TRUSTING IN HIM. 
 
 64 
 
 C. M. [TUNK " 
 
 His mercy eiulureth forever. 
 
 1 
 
 Come, every soul by sin oppressed, 
 There's mercy with the Lord, 
 
 And he will surely give you rest 
 By trusting in his word. 
 
 Cho. — Only trust him, only trust hiii 
 Only trust hi n now; 
 He will save you, he will save y 
 He will save you now. 
 2 
 For Jesus shed his precious blood 
 
 Rich blessings to oestow ; 
 Plunge then into the crimson flood 
 That washes white as snow. 
 
TRUSTING IN HIM. 
 
 19 
 
 round us beat; 
 of atorm ! 
 if e retreat, 
 of storm ! 
 
 ge dear : 
 I of storm ! 
 
 Yes. Jesus is the Truth, the Way, 
 
 Tnat leads you into rest ; 
 Believe in him without delay, 
 
 And you are fully blest. 
 
 ' H. Stockton. 
 
 p near, 
 ) of storm ! 
 
 65 
 
 [TuNK 55. 
 
 J.C 
 
 [T'JNK 53 
 xt u higher than I. 
 
 8s& 78. 
 
 / truit in thy tcord. 
 
 1 
 All my doubts I give to Jesus, 
 
 I've his £n:'acious promise heard ; 
 I shall never be confounded, 
 I am trusting in his word, 
 idows are deep, * . ,„ 
 
 le path to the goal ^HO.— I am trustmg, fully trustmg, 
 en they sweep Sweetly trusting in his word, 
 
 1 over the soul ! ;* I am trusting, fully trusting, 
 
 « i Sweetly trusting in his word. 
 
 Rock let me fly, : ^ 
 
 hat is higher than 1 I 2 
 
 ) Rock let me fly, , ' AU^mjj sin I lajy on Jesus, 
 ihat is higher than' 
 
 ong seems the day 
 w heavy my feet ! 
 lusty way, 
 
 1^ He doth wash me in his blood ; 
 He will keep me pure and holy. 
 He will bring me home to Grod. 
 
 3 
 
 All my fears I give to Jesus, 
 4 Rests my weary soul on him ; 
 
 shadow, how swe. h^y^^^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^ ^.^ .^ darkness, 
 Lw^akeen, . yr Never can my light grow dim. 
 
 ^^^^^ ^_evail;\<s 4 
 
 mountain way stet ^AU in all I have in Jesus, 
 adowy vale. ,i Poor, yet nch as cherubim ; 
 
 —Mrs. E. Johm -^gnorant and full of weakness, 
 _ Heaven's own store I find in him. 
 
 '; — Dr. Moryan. 
 
 G IN HIM. ' 
 
 [TUNK 
 \dureth forever. 
 
 with the liord, 
 ly give you rest 
 his word. 
 
 ^m^^ 
 
 8,5,8,3. [Stephanos. 
 
 i I will trust and not he afraid. 
 
 1 
 
 % am trusting thee, Lord Jesus, 
 Trusting only thee ; 
 
 Trusting thee for full salvation, 
 Great and free. 
 
 . 2 
 
 l^im onlv trust bin I am trustmg thee for pardon ; 
 t brnnow • At thy feet I bow ; 
 
 « vou he will save j .for thy grace and tender mercy 
 raveyounow. Trustmg now. 
 
 2 ,3 
 
 his precious blood | am trusting thee for cleansing 
 s to oestow ; j L ^" *^® crimson fl(.x)d ; 
 
 io the crimson flood ^rusting thee to make me holy 
 white as snow. . By thy blood. 
 
 I am trusting thee to guide me ; 
 
 Thou alone canst lead ; 
 Everv day and hour supplying 
 
 AH my need. 
 
 5 
 
 I am trusting thee for power ; 
 
 Thine can never fail ; [me. 
 
 Strength which thou thyself dost give 
 
 Must prevaiL 
 
 6 
 
 I am trusting thee, Ix)rd Jesus ; 
 
 Never let me fall ! 
 I am trusting thee forever. 
 
 And for all. 
 
 —Miss F. R. Havergal. 
 
 57 7s&9s. [Tune 57. 
 
 I<^.,i thine, save ine ! 
 
 1 
 Saviour, more than life to me, 
 I am clinging, clinging close to thee ; 
 Let thy precious blood applied. 
 Keep me ever, ever near thy side. . , ^ 
 
 Gho. — Every day, every hour. 
 
 Let me feel thy cleansing ix>wer ; 
 May thy tender love to me 
 Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to 
 thee. 
 
 2 
 Through this changing world below. 
 Lead me gently, gently as I go ; 
 Trusting thee, I cannot stray, 
 I can never, never lose my way. 
 
 3 
 
 Let me love thee, more and more. 
 Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er ; 
 Till my soul is Tost in love, 
 In the brighter, brighter world above. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 58 8S&78. [Tune 58. 
 
 Enoch walked with God. 
 
 1 
 Thou my everlasting portion. 
 
 More than friend or life to me ; 
 All along my pilgrim journey, 
 
 Saviour, let me walk with thee. 
 
 Cho. — Close to thee, close to thee. 
 Close to thee, closb to thee, 
 All along my pilgrim ioumey. 
 Saviour, let me walk with thee. 
 
It 
 
 20 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 Um 
 
 m> 
 
 mi 
 
 A' 
 
 Mi 
 
 m 
 
 ,M 
 
 I 
 
 
 I 
 
 Not for ease or worldly pleasure. 
 Nor for fame my prayer shall be; 
 
 Gladly will I toil and suffer. 
 Only let me walk with thee. 
 
 Cho. — Close to thee, close to thee. 
 
 Close to thee, close to thee. 
 Gladly I will toil and suflfer. 
 Only let me walk with thee. 
 
 3 
 
 Lead me through the vale of shadows, 
 Bear me o'er life's fitful sea ; 
 
 Then the gate of life eternal, 
 May I enter, Lord, with thee. 
 
 Cho. — Close to thee, close to thee, " 
 Close to thee, close to thee. 
 Then the gate of life eternal, 
 May I enter, Lord, with thee. 
 — Fanny Crogby. 
 
 59 8s&7s. [TrxEoO. 
 
 Trust in him at all times. 
 1 
 Once I thought I walked with Jesus, 
 
 Yet such changeful feelings had ; 
 Sometimes trusting, sometimes doubting, 
 Sometimes joyful, sometimes sad. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, the peace the Saviour gives — 
 Peace I never knew before ; 
 And my way has brighter grown, 
 Sinoe I've learned to trust him 
 
 more. 
 
 2 
 
 But he called me closer to him. 
 Bade my doubting, fearing, cease ; 
 
 And when I had fully yielded. 
 Filled my soul with jierfect peace. 
 
 3 
 
 Now, I'm trusting every moment. 
 Nothing less can be enough ; 
 
 And the Saviour bears me gently 
 O'er those places once so rough. 
 
 —F. A. Blactmer. 
 
 Amazing love ! how can it be, 
 
 That thou, my God, shouldst die for me: 
 
 2 
 
 1'is mystery all ! The Immortal dies ! 
 
 Who can explore his strange design? 
 In vain the first-bom seraph tries 
 
 To sound the depths of Love Divine I 
 'Tis mercy all ; let earth adore, 
 Let angel-minds inquire no more. 
 
 3 
 
 He left his Father's throne above, 
 
 (So free, so infinite his grace !) 
 Emptied himself of all but love, 
 
 And bled for Adam's helpless racf; ; 
 ! 'Tis mei-cy all, immense and free, 
 jFor, oh, my God, it found out me! 
 
 I . . 4 
 
 j Long my imprisoned spirit lay 
 
 Fast bound in sin and nature's night ; 
 
 Thine eye diffused a quickening ray ; 
 
 ! I woke ; the dungeon flamed with light : 
 
 My chains fell off, my heart was free, 
 
 I rose, went forth, and followed thee. 
 
 5 
 Xo condenmation now I dread ; 
 
 Jesus, and all in him, is mine I , . 
 Alive in him, my living Head, 
 
 And clothed in righteousness divine, 
 Bold I approach the eternal throne, 
 And claim the crown through Christ \v\ 
 own. —C. WesU'i 
 
 61 Ss & 5s. [Tune CI 
 
 Herein is love. 
 
 1 
 When I was far away and lost ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 That I was saved at such a cost ! 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! ■ 
 
 Cho.— Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 That Jesus gave his life for m© '. 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 
 SAVES. 
 
 60 6-8s- [Stella. 
 
 Alive in ChrisL 
 1 
 And can it be that I should gain 
 , An interest in the Saviour's blood? 
 Died he for me, who caused his pain? 
 For me, who him to death pursued? 
 
 
 I once was blind, but now I see ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 Was bound by sin, but now am free ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 
 3 
 
 My guilt was all I had to bring; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 Yet I was made his love to sing; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ' 
 
 
 f^ 
 
 * 
 
 
"1 
 
 SAVES. 
 
 21 
 
 it be, 
 
 uldst die for nie. 
 
 nmortal dies ! 
 itrange design? 
 raph tries 
 )f Love Divine I 
 I adore, 
 ) no more. 
 
 one above, 
 8 grace !) 
 3ut love, 
 helpless racf,-; 
 I and free, 
 md out me ! 
 
 (irit lay 
 
 i nature's night ; 
 lickening ray ; 
 flamed with light 
 heart was free, 
 followed thee. 
 
 I dread ; 
 
 I, is mine ! 
 
 Head, 
 eousness divine, 
 emal throne, 
 hrough Christ iiv 
 -C. WesU[ 
 
 [Tune 01 
 
 love. 
 
 and lost; 
 
 ul! 
 
 ich a cost ! 
 
 ul! 
 
 tiderful ! 
 nderf ul ! 
 
 3 his life for me : 
 uderf ul I 
 
 now I see ; 
 
 ul! 
 
 t now am free ; 
 
 ul! 
 
 I to bring; 
 
 ul! 
 
 ve to sing; 
 
 :u}.' 
 
 *rhis great salvation all may share ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 trhroughout the world the message l)ear ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful 
 
 5 
 -Come, sinner, now and seek his grace ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 And find in him a resting-place ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 I • —I. I. Lesslie. 
 
 62 lOs, 98&88. [Tune 62. 
 
 He came not to cull the righteous but dinners 
 to repentance. 
 
 1 
 
 • I v^as once far away from the Saviour, 
 
 And as vile as a sinner could be, 
 i wondered if Christ the Redeemer 
 ■; Could save a poor sinner like me. 
 
 2 
 1 wandered on in the darkness, 
 *. Not a ray of light could I see, 
 ^nd the thought filled my heart with 
 
 sadness, 
 ^ There's no hope for a sinner like me. 
 
 % _ 3 
 
 l^nd then, in that dark, lonely hour, 
 i? A voice whisjjered sweetly to me, 
 ikkying, Christ the Redeemer has jxjwer 
 
 # To save a iKX)r sinner like me. 
 ?S , 
 
 % 4 
 
 a then ftilly trusted in Jesus, 
 
 T And oh ! wha*. a joy came to me ; 
 
 ily heart was filled with his praises, 
 $ For saving a sinner like me. 
 
 *^ —C. J. Butlrr. 
 
 ^ 
 
 C. M. [Tune 4. 
 
 The whole family in earth and heaven. 
 
 '•jfjome, let us join our cheerful songs 
 -I With angels round the thrcme ; 
 ^en thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 
 ^? But all their joys are one. 
 
 1 2 
 
 ^Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
 -« "To be exalted thus!" 
 
 I The whole creation join in one, 
 I To bless the sacred name 
 Of him who sits uixm the throne. 
 And to adore the Lainh! 
 
 — Ixaac Watts. 
 
 64 [Tune «)4. 
 
 Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher 
 of our faith, 
 
 1 
 
 Yield not to temptation, 
 
 For yielding is sin. 
 Each victory will help us, 
 
 Some other to win. 
 Fight manfully onward, 
 
 Dark passions subdue, 
 Look ever tf> Jesus, 
 
 He'll carry you through. 
 
 Cho. — Ask the Saviour to help you. 
 
 Comfort, strengthen, and keep 
 you. 
 He is willing to aid you. 
 He will carry you through! 
 
 2 
 
 Shun evil companions. 
 
 Bad li«nguage disdain, 
 God's name hold in reverence, 
 
 Nor take it in vain. 
 Be thoughtfid and earnest, '. \_ 
 
 Kind-hearted and true, 
 Look '"jr to Jesus, 
 
 He ii carry you through. 
 
 o 
 O 
 
 To liim that o'ercometh, 
 
 God giveth a crown. 
 Through faith we shall conquci*, 
 
 Though often cast down, 
 He who is tlie Saviour, 
 
 Our strength will renew, 
 Look ever to Jesus, 
 
 He'll carry you through. 
 
 — H R. Palmer. 
 
 ^ T/orthv the Lamb ! " our hearts reply ; 
 -* "For he was slain for us." 
 
 .^ esus is worthy to receive 
 ^ Honour and power divine ; 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 ^ Be, Lord, forever thine ! 
 
 65 6s&7s. 
 
 [Tune 65. 
 
 Ood forbid that 1 should glory, save in 
 the croKS. 
 
 Jesus, keep me near the cross, 
 There a precious fountain 
 
 Free to all — a healitig stream, 
 Flotws from Calvary's mountain. 
 
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 .•■■« 
 
 Cho. — In the cross, in the cross, 
 Be my glory ever ; 
 Till my raptured soul shall find 
 Rest beyond the river. 
 
 Near the cross, a trembling soul. 
 Love and mercy found me ; 
 
 There the bright and morning star 
 Shed its beams around me. 
 
 Near the cross ! O Lamb of God, 
 Bring its scenes before me ; 
 
 Help me walk from day to day. 
 With its shadows o'er me. 
 
 Near the cross I'll watch and wait. 
 
 Hoping, trusting ever. 
 Till I reach the golden strand, 
 
 Just beyond the river. 
 
 — Fanny Crosby. 
 
 66 8s & 7s. [Tune 66. 
 
 Wilt thou be made whole ? 
 
 1 
 The great Physician now is near. 
 
 The sympathizing Jesus ; 
 He speaks the drooping heart to cheer, 
 
 Oh, hear the voice of Jesus. 
 
 Cho. — Sweetest note in seraph song. 
 
 Sweetest name on mortal tongue. 
 Sweetest carol ever sung, 
 Jesus, blessed Jesus. 
 
 All glory to the dying Lamb ! 
 
 I now believe in Jesus ; 
 I love the blessed Saviour's name, 
 
 I love the name of Jesus. 
 
 His name dispels my guilt and fear. 
 No other name but Jesus ; 
 
 Oh, how my soul delights to hear 
 The precious name of Jesus. 
 
 And when to that bright world above 
 
 We rise to see bur Jesus, 
 We'll sing around the throne of love 
 
 His name, the name of Jesus. 
 
 — W. Hunter. 
 
 67 S.M. 
 
 [Bankfikld. 
 
 We have redemption through hi* blood. 
 
 1 
 Not all the blood of beasts 
 
 On Jewish altars slain. 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 
 Or wash away our stain. 
 
 2 
 
 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 
 And richer blood, than they. 
 
 3 
 
 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To feel the curse remove ; 
 We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice, 
 
 And trust his bleeding love. 
 
 4 
 While at thy cross we lie, 
 Jesus, thy grace bestow. 
 And thy all-cleansing blood apply, 
 And wash us white as snow. 
 
 —Isaac WatU. 
 
 68 7s&8s. 
 
 [Tune 68. Wq 
 
 A man of sorrows atid a^^uainted with griej. 
 
 1 
 " Man of Sorrows," what a name 
 For the Son of God who came 
 Ruined sinners to reclaim ! 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! 
 
 2 
 
 Bearing shame and scoffing rude, 
 
 In my place condemned he stood ; 
 
 Sealed my pardon with his blood : 
 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! 
 
 3 
 Guilty, vile, and helpless, we ; 
 Spotless Lamb of God was he : 
 "Full atonement ! '' — can it be? 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! 
 
 4 
 
 " Lifted up " was he to die, 
 " It is finished," was his cry ; 
 Now in heaven exalted high : 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! 
 
 5 
 When he comes, our glorious King, 
 All his ransomed home to bring, 
 Then anew this song we'll sing : 
 " Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! " 
 
 -P. P. miu 
 
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 I 
 
 J' 
 
 ©H( 
 
 No 
 
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 We 
 
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SAVES. 
 
 29 
 
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 igh hi» blood. 
 
 acience peace, 
 
 Lamb, 
 ", 
 
 they. 
 
 ire; - 
 
 1 cheerful voice. 
 
 • love. 
 
 3, " 
 
 ood apply, 
 snow. 
 
 —Isaac Watu. 
 
 [Tune 68. 
 \Minted with grief 
 
 rhat a name 
 ho came 
 aim! 
 Saviour ! 
 
 offing rude, 
 ed he stood ; 
 th his blood : 
 Saviour I 
 
 )le88, we; 
 d was he : 
 -can it be ? 
 I Saviour! 
 
 to die, 
 } his cry ; 
 ed hi^h : 
 a Saviour ! 
 
 glorious King, 
 me to bring, 
 : we'll sing : 
 it a Saviour!" 
 
 —P. P. BlM*^ 
 
 7s & Gs. [Tune 69. 
 
 Thy faith hath saved thee,'go in peace. 
 
 1 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee ! " — 
 Oh, words of wondrous g^race 1 
 
 Thy sins were borne upon the cross : 
 Believe, and go in peace. 
 
 Cho. — " Neither do I condemn thee ! " 
 Oh, sing it o'er and o'er ; 
 " Neither do I condemn thee ; 
 Gro, and sin no more." 
 
 2 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee ! " — 
 
 For there is therefore now 
 " No condemnation " for thee, 
 ' As at the cross you bow. 
 
 3 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee !— 
 
 I came not to condemn : 
 I came from God to save thee, 
 
 And turn thee from thy sin." 
 
 4 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee ! " — 
 Oh, praise the God of grace ! 
 
 Oh, praise his Son, our Saviour, 
 For this his word of peace ! 
 
 —Dr. Nathan. 
 
 yO [Tune 70. 
 
 '4 / am the Light of the -uiorld, 
 
 1 
 
 ^e whole world was lost in the darkness 
 *f of sin, 
 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 ||ike sunshine at noon-day his glory 
 % shone in, 
 ' The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 
 3 
 
 o. — Come to the Light, 'tis «hining 
 for thee ; 
 Sweetly the Light has dawned 
 upon me : 
 Once I was blind, but now I can 
 see: 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 
 darkness have we who in Jesus abide, 
 iThe Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 Te walk in the Light when we follow 
 our Guide, 
 ?he Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 
 Ye dwellers in darkness, with sin-blinded 
 eyes. 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 Go wash at his bidding, and light will 
 anse, 
 The Light of the world is Jesus I 
 
 No need of the sunlight in heaven, we're 
 told. 
 The Light of that world is Jesus ! 
 The Lamb is the Light in the City of 
 Gold, 
 The Light of that world is Jesus ! 
 
 —P. P. BIU». 
 
 71 CM. [Peterborough. 
 
 Ood w love. 
 1 
 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love, 
 
 Unmerited and free, 
 Delights our evil to remove, 
 And help our misery. 
 2 
 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; 
 
 Thou dost with sinners bear ; 
 That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, 
 And all thy grace declare. 
 3 
 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, 
 
 To every soul, abound ; 
 A vast, unfathomable sea. 
 Where all our thoughts are drowned. 
 4 
 Its streams the whole creation reach. 
 
 So plenteous is the store ; 
 Enough for all, enough for each, 
 Enough for evermore. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 1 72 4-6s & 2-8s. [Lennox. 
 
 He ever liveth to make intercession for them. 
 
 1 
 Arise, my soul, arise, 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
 The bleeding sacrifice. 
 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 Before the throne my surety stands ; 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 
 He ever lives above. 
 
 For me to intercede. 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood, to plead ; 
 His blood atoned for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of gfraoe 
 
■mmm 
 
 24 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 f 4 
 
 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 
 Received on Calvary ; 
 Thev pour effectual prayers, 
 
 They strongly speak for me : 
 "Forgive him, oh, forgive," they cry, 
 " Nor let that ransomed sinner die I " 
 
 4 
 
 The Father hears him pray. 
 
 His denr anointed One ; 
 He cannot tva-n away 
 
 The ^)resence of his Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the blood. 
 And tells me I cm. bom of God. 
 
 5 
 My Grod is reconciled, 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear. 
 He owns me for has child, 
 
 I can no longer fear ; 
 With confidence I now draw nigh. 
 And Father, Abba, Father, cry ! 
 
 — C Wedey. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 OOD CALLING. 
 
 73 [Tune 7o. 
 
 I called, but ye refused. 
 
 1 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
 Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? 
 Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
 And still my soul in slumber lie ? 
 
 Cho. — Calling, oh, hear him; calling, oh, 
 
 hear him ; 
 God is calling yet, oh, hear him 
 
 calling, callmg ! 
 Calling, oh, hear him ; calling, oh, 
 
 hear him ;_ 
 God is calling yet, oh, hear liim 
 
 calling yet 1 
 
 2 
 God calling yet ! shall I not rise V 
 Can I his loving voice despise. 
 And basely his Icind care repay ? 
 He calls me still ; can I delay V 
 
 8 
 
 God calling yet ! and shall he knock ? 
 And T my neart the closer lock? 
 He still is waiting to receive, 
 And shall I dare iiis Spirit grieve? 
 
 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
 No heed, but still in bondage Vl^b ? 
 I wait, but he does not forsake ; 
 He calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 
 
 5 
 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
 My heart I yield, without delay : 
 Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; 
 The voice of God has reached my heart. 
 
 —Q. Tersteegen. 
 
 74 [TuxNE 74. 
 
 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. 
 
 1 
 
 Life is full of evil, brother, — cling to the 
 
 right; [in the light; 
 
 Wander not in darkness, brother, — wallv 
 There is Truth to guide you, brother, 
 
 shining clear and bright, 
 If you heed the Spirit's voice, and conu' 
 
 at the call. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, come at the call. 
 
 The Spirit and the Bride say 
 Come ; 
 Oh, come at the call. 
 To our heavenly Father's home 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus now is waiting, brother, — waiting 
 
 for thee ; [unto me ; ' 
 
 Sweetly he is saying, brother, — "Coiiit^ 
 There is Grace to save you, brother, - 
 
 grace to set you free. 
 If you heed the Spirit's voice, and conn 
 
 at the call. 
 
 3 
 Gladly you may say it, brother, — " Jesu- 
 
 is mine ; " 
 Then at last in glory, brother, — joy shall 
 
 be thine ; 
 There is Love to keep you, brother, 
 
 love that is divine. 
 If you heed the Spirit's voice, and coiik 
 
 at the call. 
 
 —Edward A. liarim. 
 
 
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 OALLINO. 
 
 75 T^- M. [DuKK Strkkt 
 
 Oo ye up to this feast. 
 
 1 
 
 Come, sinners, to the gosjiel feast, 
 Let every soul be Jesus' guest : 
 Ye need not one he left behinoj 
 For (iod hath bidden all mankind. 
 
 Il 
 
CALLING 
 
 26 
 
 2 
 
 int by my Lord, on you I call, 
 
 he invitation is to all ; 
 Come, all the world ; come, sinner, thou ; 
 All things in Christ are ready now. 
 
 3 
 
 Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, 
 Ye restless wanderers after rest, 
 
 Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, 
 
 shed my heart. In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 —G. Tergteegen. ^ 
 
 My message as from God receive ; 
 Ye all may come to Christ, and live; 
 Oh, let his love your hearts constrain. 
 Nor suffer him to die in vain ! 
 
 5 
 This is the time, no more delay ; 
 This is the acceptable day ; 
 Come in this moment, at his call, 
 And live for him who died for all. 
 
 — C Wesley. 
 
 1 1 give 
 age liV^e? 
 rsake ; 
 rt, awake ! 
 
 ' stay ; 
 6 delay : 
 n thee I part ; 
 heart. 
 
 rgteege\ 
 
 [Tune 74. 
 \e say, Come. 
 
 3r,— cling to tlie 
 [in the lig)it , 
 brother,— walli 
 you, brother, 
 
 ght, 
 
 voice, and conu 
 
 sail, 
 
 I the Bride say. 
 
 sail, 
 
 y Father's home, 
 
 brother,— waiting 
 [unto me ; 
 )rother.— " Conu 
 I you, brother, - 
 
 voice, and conn 
 
 brother,— "Jesn. 
 rother,— joy sluil! 
 p you, brother, 
 s voice, and conif 
 -Edward A. Damn 
 
 [DUKK Strkkt 
 .hilt feast. 
 
 gosj)el feast, 
 fs' guest : 
 ft behind, 
 all mankmd. 
 
 J? 
 
 76 [Tune 7(> 
 
 T wUl arise and go to my father. 
 
 1 
 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, 
 
 Calling for you and for me ; [watching, 
 Ipee, on the portals he's waiting an(l 
 •^ Watching for you and for me. 
 
 VHO. — Come home, come home, 
 '* Ye who are weary, come home ; 
 
 Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is call- 
 ing. 
 Calling, oh, sinner, come home ! 
 
 ' 2 
 
 ||Vhy should we tarry when Jesus is 
 $ pleading, 
 
 'i. Pleading for yo\i and for me ? 
 prhy shoiud we linger and heed not his 
 
 i* mercies, 
 
 " Mercies for you and for me ? 
 
 inme is now fleeting, the moments are 
 " passing, 
 
 fk Passing from you and from me ; 
 jpiadows are gathering, death-beds are 
 ^ coming, 
 
 :* Coming for yoti and for mc, 
 4 
 ! for the wonderful love he has prom- 
 ised, 
 Promised for you and for me ; 
 iOU;^'i we ImVo sinned, he has mercy 
 and pardon, 
 ardon for you and for me. 
 
 — Will L. Thompson. 
 
 77 [TurE 77. 
 
 Christ died for our sins. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, my Sa\ iour, to Bethlehem came, 
 Born in a manger to aorrow and shame ; 
 Oh, it was wonderful ! blest be his name ! 
 
 Seeking for me, for me ; 
 Oh, it was wonderful ! blest be his name ! 
 
 Seeking for me, for me. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree, 
 Died for my sins, that nxy soul might be 
 
 free; 
 Oh, it was wonderful ! how could it be? 
 
 Dying for me, for me ; 
 Oh, it was wonderful! how could it be? 
 
 Dying for me, for me. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old, 
 While I did wander afar from the fold, 
 Gently and long he hath plead with my 
 soul, 
 Calling for me, for me ; 
 (Tently and long ho hath plead with my 
 soul. 
 Calling for me, for me. 
 
 4 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on 
 
 high. 
 Sweet is the jiromise as weary years fly ; 
 Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, 
 
 Coming for me, for me ; 
 Oh, T shall see him descending the sky. 
 Coming for me, for me. 
 
 —Charlotta Elliott, 
 
 78 [TUNK 78. 
 
 My son, give me thine heart. 
 
 1 
 
 Hark ! there comes a whisper 
 
 Stealing on thine ear; 
 'Tis the Saviour calling, 
 
 Soft, soft and clear. 
 
 Cho. — Give thy heart to me, 
 Once I died for thee ; 
 Hark ! hark ! thy Saviour calls, 
 Come, sinner, come. 
 
 2 
 
 With that voice so gentle, ^ 
 Dost thou hear him say, 
 
 Tell me all thy sorrows, 
 Come, come away ? 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 lilt 
 
 n 
 
 
 Wouldst thou find a refuge 
 For thy soul oppressed ? 
 
 Jesus kindly answers, 
 I am thy rest. 
 
 4 
 At'the cross of Jesus 
 
 Let thy burden fall, 
 While he gently whisjMJrs, 
 
 I'll bear it all. —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 79 lis & 10s. 
 
 [Tune 79. 
 
 Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy 
 laden. 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
 guish ; 
 Come to the mercy-seat, fervently 
 kneel ; 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here 
 tell your anguish ; 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven can- 
 not heal. 
 
 2 
 Joy of the desolate. Light of the straying, 
 Hope of the i)enitent, fadeless and pure. 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly say- 
 ing, 
 "Earth has no soitow that heaven 
 
 cannot cure. 
 
 3 
 
 Here see the bread of life ; Hee waters 
 flowing 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure 
 from above ; 
 Come to the feast of love; come, ever 
 knowing 
 Earth has no sorrow but heaven can 
 remove. —Thotnas Moore. 
 
 80 78. [Maidhtonb. 
 
 Turn ye, (tirn ye, for why will ye dief 
 1 
 What could your Redeemer do, 
 More than he hath done for yon ? 
 To procure you iieace with God, 
 Could he more tnan shed his blood ? 
 After all his waste of love, 
 All his drawings from alx)ve, 
 Why will you your Lord deny ? 
 Why will you resolve to die ? 
 
 2 
 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn ; 
 By his life yo\ir God hath sworn, 
 He would have you turn and live, 
 He would all the world receive. 
 
 If your death were his delight, 
 Would he you to life invite ? 
 Would he ask, entreat, and cry, 
 Why will you resolve to die? 
 
 3 
 Sinners, turn, while God is near ; 
 Dare not think him insincere : 
 Now, even now, your Saviour stands ; 
 All day long he spreads his hands ; 
 Cries, "Ye will not happy be ! 
 No, ye will not come to me ! 
 Me, who life to none deny : 
 Why will you resolve to die?" 
 
 Can you doubt if God is love ? , 
 If to all his mercies move ? 
 Will you not his word receive ? 
 Will you not his oath believe ? 
 See ! the suffering God appears ! 
 Jesus weeps ; lielieve his tears ! 
 Mingled with his blood, they cry, 
 " Why will you resolve to die ? " 
 
 —C. WesleyA 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 81 [TUNESi; 
 
 If I wash thee not, thou hast no part toith vx. 
 
 1 
 There is a fountain tilled with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood. 
 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 Cho.— Oh, glorious fountain I 
 Here will I stay, 
 And in thee ever 
 Wash my sins away. 
 
 2 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 
 
 O dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Sliall never lose its power. 
 Till all the ransomed Church of God 
 
 Be saved to sin no more. 
 
 4 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply. 
 Redeeming love has l)een my theme. 
 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 m 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 Tt 
 
 elight, 
 ite? 
 
 ind cry, 
 die? 
 
 :l is near ; 
 ncere : 
 
 aviour stands ; 
 his hands ; 
 ,ppy be ! 
 1 me! 
 my: 
 3 die?" 
 
 M love ? . 
 ive? 
 
 receive ? 
 believe ? 
 [ appears ! 
 lis tears ! 
 i, they cry, 
 3 to die?" 
 
 —C. Wesley-i 
 
 [Tune 81.1 
 xt no part toithuu'^ 
 
 i with blood, 
 el's veins ; 
 meath that flcKW,, 
 
 tains. 
 
 fountain 1 
 I stay, 
 ever 
 sins away. 
 
 d to see 
 
 flay; , 
 
 gh vile as he, 
 ay. 
 
 Mjiotis blood 
 lower. 
 
 Jhurch of God 
 lore. 
 
 saw the stream 
 
 supply. , 
 
 sen my theme, 
 
 ic. 
 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stammering 
 tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 —Cotoper. 
 
 2 [Tune 82. 
 
 Let him that heareth'my come. 
 
 'Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the 
 sound ! 
 nd the blessed tidings all the world 
 around ; 
 
 ipread the joyful news wherever man is 
 found : 
 "Whosoever will, may come." 
 
 3ho. — "Whosoever will, whosoever will," 
 Send the proclamation over vale 
 
 and hill ; 
 'Tis a loving Father calls the 
 wanderer home, 
 
 "Whosoever will, may come." 
 
 2 
 
 Whosoever cometh, need not delay, 
 Tow the door is open, enter while you 
 
 [esus is the true, the only Living Way : 
 "Whosoever will, may come." 
 
 3 
 
 •Whosoever will," the promise secure; 
 ^Whosoever will," forever must endure ; 
 ^Whosoever will," 'tis life for evermore ; 
 "Whosoever will, may come." 
 
 - P. P. Bliss. 
 
 13 «,5,8,3. [Tune 83. 
 
 / will (five you reU. 
 
 1 
 
 krt thou weary, heavy laden ? 
 Art thou sore distrest ? 
 fOome to me," saith One, "and coming. 
 Be at rest. " 
 
 2 
 
 tatl) he marks to lead me to him. 
 If he Ih) my Guide ? 
 
 fin his feet and hands are ivound-prints. 
 And his side. " 
 
 3 
 
 jtath he diadem, as Monarch, 
 I That his brow adorns ? 
 [Yea, a crown, in very surety, 
 But of thorns." 
 
 If I find him, if I follow, 
 
 What his guerdon here? 
 " Many a sorrow, many a labour. 
 Many a tear. " 
 5 
 If I still hold closely to him. 
 
 What hath he at last? 
 "Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, 
 Jordan past. " 
 « 
 If I ask him to receive me. 
 
 Will he say me nay . 
 " Not til) earth and not till beareii 
 Pass away." 
 
 . 7 , 
 Finding, following, keeping, girug g lii ig. 
 
 Is he sure to bless ? 
 Saints, apostles, prophets, martrrs. 
 Answer, Yes." 
 
 —Dr. XwaU. 
 
 84 78. [TtxbM. 
 
 The kingdom oj^ heaven tufereth riidtmu^ amd 
 the violent take ^t by /one. 
 
 1 
 Time is earnest, passing by : 
 Death is earnest, drawmg nigii ; 
 Sinner, wilt thou trifling be ? 
 Time and death appeal to thee^ 
 
 2 
 Life is earnest : when 'ti« o'er. 
 Thou retumest never more; 
 Soon to meet eternity, 
 Wilt thou never serious be? 
 
 3 
 God is earnest : kneel and pnj 
 Ere thy season pass away : 
 Ere he set his judgmf^nt thmne — 
 Vengeance readv, mercy gone. 
 
 Oh, l)e earnest ! death is neurz 
 <w Thou wilt ixjrish, lingerixig herez 
 Sleep no longer, rise and ftw ; 
 Lo, thy Saviour waits for thee! 
 
 -Jfnr. - 
 
 86 5,5,11,5,5,11. [Horcmox. 
 
 Who wan delivered /or ovr ofemet*. 
 
 1 
 
 All ye that pass by. 
 
 To Jesus draw nigh : 
 To you is it nothing that .Tesun ^hoold die? 
 
 Your random and {leaoe. 
 
 Your Saviour he iti ; 
 Come, see if there over was sorrow like him 
 
28 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 I 
 
 ■ ■ 
 
 I 
 
 He suffered for all ; 
 
 Oh, come at his call, [fall. 
 
 And low at hia cross with astonishment 
 
 But lift up your eyes 
 
 At Jesus's cries ; 
 Impassive, he suffers ; immortal, he dies*. 
 
 3 
 For you and for me 
 He prayed on the tree ; 
 The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. 
 That. sinner am I, 
 Who on Jesus rely. 
 And come for the pardon God will not 
 deny. — <-'• Wesley. 
 
 86 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Guide. 
 
 Wretched and miserable and poor and blind 
 
 and naked. 
 
 1 
 Come, ye sinners, [)oor and needy, 
 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love, and jwwer ; 
 
 He is able. 
 He is willing ; doubt no more. 
 
 2 
 
 Come, ye needy, come, and welcome, 
 
 God's free bounty glorify ; 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 
 Every grace that brings us nigh, 
 Without money. 
 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 3 
 
 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
 All the fitness he requireth, 
 Is to feel your need of him : 
 
 This he gives you ; 
 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 
 4 
 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, ./ 
 Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all ; 
 
 Not the righteous, 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 
 Lo ! the incarnate God, ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his bl(M)d : 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 Let no other trust intrude ; 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 —J. Hart. 
 
 87 LM. [Tune 87. 
 Now is the accepted time, this is the day qf 
 
 salvation. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, do not let the Word depart. 
 Nor close thine eyes against the light ; 
 
 Poor sinner, harden not thy heart ; 
 Thou woul.dst be saved — Why not to- 
 night? 
 
 Cho.— Why not to-night? Why not to- 
 night ? [not to-night ? 
 Thou would st be saved — Why 
 Why not to-night? Why not to- 
 night ? [not to-night ? 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why 
 
 2 
 To-morrow's sun may never rise. 
 
 To bless thy long deluded sight ; 
 This is the time ! on, then, be wise ! 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to- 
 night? 
 
 3 
 The world has nothing left to give — 
 
 It has no new, no pure delight : 
 Oh, try tlie life which Christians live ! 
 Thou wouldst by saved -Why not to- 
 night? 
 
 4 
 Ovu' blessed Lord refustis none 
 
 Who would to him their souls unite ; 
 Then l)e the work of grace begun ! 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to- 
 nifjht ? 
 
 —II. lionar. 
 
 88 [TUNK 88. 
 
 Quench not the Spirit. 
 
 1 
 
 Why do you wait, dear brother, 
 On, wHy do you tarry so long ? 
 
 Your Saviour is waiting to give you 
 A place in his sanctined tnrong. 
 
 Cho.— Why not?— Why not?— 
 
 Why not come to him now ? 
 
 2 
 
 What do you hope, dear brother, 
 To gain by a further delay ? 
 
 There s no one to save you but Jesus, 
 There's no other way but his way. 
 
 3 
 Do you not feel, dear brother. 
 
 His Spirit now striving within ? 
 Oh, wliy not accept his salvation^ 
 
 And throw off thy burden of sin? 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 2d 
 
 Why do you wait, dear brother ? 
 
 The harvest is passing away, 
 Your Saviotir is longing to bless you, 
 
 Tliere's danger and death in delay. 
 
 —G, F. liout. 
 
 89 Duet. [Tune 89. 
 Strive to enter in at the strait (jatr. 
 
 1 
 The door of God's mercy is open 
 
 To all who are weary of sin, 
 And Jesus is patiently waiting, 
 
 Still waiting, to welcome you in. 
 
 Cho. — Come, says the Saviour, come 
 enter the gate, 
 I watch by the jwrtals both early 
 and late, 
 Lest some precious soul, 
 Not far from the goal, 
 Should wander away into dark- 
 ness and hate, [gate. 
 And miss it forever, the i>early 
 
 2 
 
 The world is e'er wantonly wooing 
 
 Your soul from the ways of the blest. 
 But Jesus is tenderly bidding 
 
 You turn to his heavenly rest. 
 3 
 So many who hear the glad message. 
 
 Will never its mandates obey, [ings, 
 But turn from the precious, dear plead- 
 
 And wilfully wander away. 
 4 
 Sad hearts there will surely be moaning 
 
 Outside of the gateway of life, 
 And ])raying to him they rejected 
 
 When earth with gay pleasure wan rife. 
 5 
 The door of God's mercy is open. 
 
 Invitingly oiien to all 
 Who list to the voice of the MaHt*^', 
 
 And hearing shall heed his sweet call. 
 
 —Ellen Oliver. 
 
 90 [TUNK IK). 
 Made peace through the blood of hin crona. 
 
 1 
 Mourner, wheresoe'er thou art, 
 At tlie cross there's room ! 
 Tell the burden of thy heart ; 
 At the cross there's room' 
 Tell it in thy Saviour's ear, 
 Cast away tnine <'very fear, 
 Only Hi)eak, and he will hear ; 
 At the cross there's niom ! 
 
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 fit 
 
 Haste thee, wanderer, tarry not 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Seek that consecrated spot ; 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Heavy laden, sore oppressed. 
 Love can soothe thy troubled breast ; 
 In the Saviour find thy rest ; 
 
 At the cross there's room I 
 3 
 Thoughtless sinner, come to-day ; « 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Hark ! the Bride and Spirit say, 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Now a living fountain ^ee, 
 0{)ened there for you and me. 
 Rich and ix)or, for bond and free : 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 4 
 Bl'jssed thought ! for every one 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Love's atoning work is done ; 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 Streams of boundless mercy flow, 
 Free to all who thither go : 
 Oh, that all the world might know 
 
 At the cross there's rimm 1 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 91 [Tune9L 
 
 To save them to the uttermost. 
 
 1 
 
 Whoever receiveth the Crucified One, 
 Whoever believeth on God's only Son, 
 A free and a i)erfect salvation shall have: 
 For he is abundantly able to save. 
 
 Cho.— My brother, the Master is calling 
 for thee ; 
 * His grace and his mercy are won- 
 drously free ; 
 His l)lfM)d as a ransom for sinners 
 
 lie gave. 
 And no is abimdantly able to save. 
 
 2 
 
 Whoever receiveth the message of God, 
 And trusts in the iwwer of the soul-cleana- 
 
 ing blood, 
 A full and etenml redemption shall have: 
 For lie is both able and willing to save. 
 
 3 
 Whoever repents and forsakes every sin, 
 And oiMJUs his heart for the Lord to come 
 
 i"i 
 A present and [)erfect salvation shall have: 
 For Jesus is ready this moment to save. 
 
 —E. A. Hoffman. 
 
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 INVITATION. 
 
 
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 d2 8,7,8,7,3. [Tune 92. 
 
 Return uvto thy rest, oh, my 3oul. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! the Saviour's voice from heaven 
 
 SiJeaks a pardon full and free ; 
 Come, and thou shalt be fo^'given ; 
 Boundless mercy flows for thee— 
 Even thee ! 
 2 
 Hear his love and mercy speaking, 
 "Come, and lay thy soul on me ; 
 Though thy heart for sin be breaking, 
 I have rest and peace for thee " — 
 Even thee ! 
 
 3 
 
 Sinner, come, to Jesus flying, 
 From thy sin and woe be free ; 
 
 Burdened, guilty, wounded, dying, 
 Gladly will he welcome thee — 
 Even thee ! 
 
 4 
 Every sin shall be forgiven. 
 
 Thou, through grace, a child shalt be ; 
 Child of God, and heir of heaven, 
 Yes, a mansion waits for thee — 
 Even thee I 
 
 93 [Ti'NK 93. 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth passeth by. 
 
 1 
 Is there a sinner awaiting 
 
 Mercy and pardon to-day? 
 Welcome the news that we bring him : 
 
 " Jesus is jmssing this way ! " 
 Coming in love and in mercy. 
 
 Pardon and jieace to bestow, 
 Coming to save the poor sinner, 
 
 From his heart anguish and woe. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus is passing this way, 
 To-day, to-day. 
 While he is near, on, believe him, 
 Open your heart to receive him, 
 For Jesus is passing this way. 
 Is passing this way to-day. 
 
 2 
 
 Brother, the Master is waiting, 
 
 Waiting to freely forgive ; 
 Why not this moment accept him. 
 
 Trust in his grace and live ? 
 He is HO tender and precious, 
 
 He is so near you to-day ; 
 Open your heart ttj receive him, 
 
 while he is i>assing this way. 
 
 Yes, he is coming to bless yoti, 
 
 While in contrition you bow ; 
 Coming from sin to redeem you, 
 
 Ready to save you now ; 
 Can you refuse the salvation 
 
 Jesus is offering here ? 
 Open your heart to admit him, 
 
 While he is coming so near. 
 
 —E. A. Hoffman. 
 
 94 10,10,11,11. [TuneG. 
 This Man receiveth sinners still. 
 
 1 
 Thy faithfulness. Lord, each moment we 
 
 find, 
 So true to thy word, so loving and kind ; 
 Thy mercy so tender to all the lost race. 
 The vilest offender may turn and find 
 grace. 
 
 f ■ 
 
 The mercy I feel, to others I show, 
 I set to my seal that Jesus is true : 
 Ye all may find favour, who come at his 
 
 call ; 
 Oh, come to my Saviour, his grace is for 
 
 ALL. 
 
 3 
 
 To save what was lost, from heaven he 
 
 canu^ ; 
 Come, sinners, and trust in Jesus's name ! 
 He offers you p>ardon ; he bids you be free: 
 "If sin be your burden, oh,come unto me!" 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 95 Tune 95. 
 
 The shadow of a great rock in a weary land. 
 
 1 
 
 Come, stay thy feet by the sheltering 
 Rock, 
 
 And sweet thy rest will be ; 
 Come, lave thy brow in the spray that 
 falls 
 
 So clear and cool for thee ; 
 Too long hast thou lingered away. 
 
 But mercy is pleading with thee ; 
 Oh, stay thy feet by the sheltering Rock, 
 
 And sweet thy rest will 1)e. 
 
 Cho. — Then hide thee, hide thee in the 
 cleft of the Rock ; 
 Hide thee, hide thee, liide in the 
 cleft of the Rock, 
 
PENITENCE AND TRUST. 
 
 31 
 
 Come, bring thy heart to the sheltering 
 Rock, 
 
 And all thy weight of care ; 
 Look up, the light of a Saviour's love 
 
 Is smiling briglitly there ; 
 He waiteth to welcome thee home. 
 
 Oh, breathe but one penitent prayer ; 
 The blood that flows from his wounded 
 side. 
 
 Through faith will cleanse thee there. 
 3 
 There's life for theeatthe sheltering Rock, 
 
 A life of peace and love ; 
 Sweet hope of rest in a brighter land. 
 
 Of purer joys above ; 
 Then stay with thy Saviour, oh, stay, 
 
 Where nothing thy soyl can e'er move ; 
 There calmly rest in that dear retreat, 
 
 The arms of Jesus' love. 
 
 — Fanny Crosby. 
 
 96 [T['Xe90. 
 Almost thou persuadest me to be aCltn^tian. 
 
 1 
 'Almost persuaded" now to believe; 
 "Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; 
 Seems now some soul to say, 
 "Go, Spirit, go thy way, 
 Some more convenient day f 
 On thee I'll call." 
 2 
 'Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; 
 "Almost persuaded," turn not away ; 
 Jesus invites you here. 
 Angels are lingering near. 
 Prayers rise from hearts so dear ; 
 "Oh, wanderer, come." 
 3 
 'Almost persuaded," harvest is past! 
 ■Almost ixjrsuaded," doom comes at last! 
 "Almost" cannot avail; 
 "Almost "is but to fail! 
 Sad, sad, that bitter wail — 
 "Almost— but Zos^" 
 
 -P. P. Bliss. 
 
 97 [TuNK 97. 
 Why tvill ye die ? 
 
 1 
 A great Rock stands in a weary laud, 
 And its shadows fall on the parched sand, 
 And it calls to the travellers passing by : 
 "I will shelter thee here contmually." 
 Then why will ye die? oh! why will^e die. 
 When the sheltering Rock is standing by? 
 Oh, why! oh, why will ye die, will yo die? 
 
 2 
 
 A great Well lies m a weary land, 
 And its waters call over life's rough 
 
 strand, 
 "That the great Well is deep, with 
 
 waters rife. 
 Springing up into Everlasting Life." 
 Then why will ye die ? oh ! why will ye die. 
 When the great deep Well is standing by? 
 Oh, why! oh, why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 3 
 A wide Fold stands in a weary land, 
 And the sheep are called on every hand, 
 And the Shepherd no wanderer turns 
 
 away. 
 But he changes his darkness into day. 
 Then why will ye die? oh ! why will ye die, 
 When the great wide Fold is standing by? 
 Oh, why! oh, why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 4 
 A rough Cross stands near a city wall, 
 Where the Saviour dies out of love for all. 
 Where the angels still tell the uiessage 
 
 blest. 
 That the way now is plain to endless rest! 
 Then why will ye die? oh ! why will ye die. 
 When the blood-stained Cross is standing 
 
 Oh, why! oh, why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 -D. C. )V right. 
 
 PENITENCE AND TRUST. 
 
 98 
 
 4-7s. [Sevmouk. 
 
 His mercy eiidureth foi' ever. 
 
 Depth of mercy, can there be 
 Mercy still I'eserved for me? 
 Can my God his wrath forbear? 
 Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 
 
 2 
 I have long withstood his grace, 
 Long provoked him to his face ; 
 Would not hearken to his calls, 
 G rieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 3 
 Whence to me this w'aste of love? 
 Ask my Advocate above ; 
 See the cause in Jesus' face, 
 Now before the throne of grace. 
 
 4 
 There for me the Saviour stands. 
 Shows his wounds, and spreads his 
 
 hands : 
 God is k>ve ! I know, I feel ; 
 Jesus wcieps, and loves me still ! 
 
32 
 
 PENITKNCE AND TRUST. 
 
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 III 
 
 ■ f ^ 
 
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 1. 
 
 If I rightly read thy heart, 
 If thou all compassion art, 
 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, 
 Pardon and accept me now. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 99 L. M. [St. Alban. 
 
 Lm'd, increase our faith ! 
 
 1 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 
 Which grasps the ])romi8e God has given; 
 Securely fixed on Christ alone, 
 A trust that cannot be o'ertlu'own. 
 
 2 
 
 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need 
 To save and strengthen, guide and feed ; 
 Strong in his grace, it joys to share 
 His cross, in hope his crown to wear. 
 
 3 
 
 Faith to the conscience whispers peace. 
 And bids the mourner's siglung cease ; 
 By faith the children's right vve claim, 
 And call upon our Father's name. 
 
 4 
 
 Such faith in us, O God, implant, 
 And to our prayers thy favour grant, 
 In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, 
 Who is our fount or health alone. 
 
 —A.D. 15r,7. 
 
 100 L. M. [Pentecost. 
 Ood be mercifid to mc a miner. 
 
 1 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
 A trembling sinner. Lord, I cry ; 
 Thy pardoning prace is rich and free : 
 
 God, be merciful to me I 
 
 2 
 
 1 smite upon my troubled breast, 
 
 With deep and conscious guilt oppressed; 
 Christ and his cross my only plea : 
 O God, be merciful to ine ! 
 
 3 
 
 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
 Nor daro uplift them to the skies ; 
 But thou dost all my anguish see : 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 4 
 
 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
 Can for a single sin atone; 
 To Calvary alone I flee : 
 O God, bo merciful to mo ! 
 
 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 With all the ransomed throng I dwell. 
 My raptured song shall ever be, 
 That iiod was merciful to me ! 
 
 — Elven. 
 
 101 7,7,7. [Tune 18. 
 He beheld the city, and icept over it. 
 
 1 
 Lord, in this thy mercy's day. 
 Ere it pass for aye away, 
 On our knees we fall and pray. 
 
 2 
 
 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, 
 
 Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
 
 Ere that aw^ul doom appears. , 
 
 Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, 
 Kneeling lowly at the door, 
 Ere it close for evermore. 
 
 By thy night of agony, 
 By thy supplicating cry. 
 By thy wiUmgness to die, 
 
 6 
 By thy tears of bitter woe 
 For Jerusalem below. 
 Let us not thy love forego. 
 
 6 
 
 Grant us 'neath thy wings a place, 
 Lest we lose this day of grace, 
 Ere we shall behold thy face. 
 
 7 
 On thy love we rest alone. 
 And that love will then be known 
 By the pardoned round the throne. 
 
 —J. Williamt. 
 
 102 [Tune 102. 
 / will give thee rekt. 
 
 1 
 What shall I do, where shall I flee ? 
 I have no refuge, dear Saviour, but thee; 
 Let me approach thee, though sinful and 
 
 weak, 
 'Tis thy compassion, thy pardon I seek. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus, I come weeping to thee ; 
 
 What is the world or its pleasures 
 
 to me ? 
 Oh, I am weary, my heart is 
 
 oppressed, 
 Take thou my burden and give 
 
 mo sweet rest. 
 
PENITENCE AND TRUST. 
 
 33 
 
 
 Light of the day, dark is my way I 
 
 Star of the morning, oh, lend me thy ray. 
 
 Let me come nearer, still nearer thy 
 
 throne, 
 Give me the witness that I am thine own. 
 
 3 
 
 Spirit of life, spirit of love, 
 Fold thou in mercy thy wings like a dove, 
 Fold them around me and never depart, 
 Dwell, and forever, oh, dwell in my heart. 
 
 — Fanny J. Crosby. 
 
 1 03 I^- M. [Federal Street. 
 
 Salvation is of the Lord. 
 
 1 
 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; 
 I see my sin, but cannot feel ; 
 I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, 
 And bid the obedient waters flow. 
 
 2 
 
 Tis thine a heart of flesh to gfive ; 
 Thy gifts I only can receive ; 
 Here, then, to thee I all resign ; 
 To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine. 
 
 3 
 
 With simple faith on thee I call, 
 
 My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All ; 
 
 I wait the moving of the ikx)1 ; 
 
 I wait th& word that speaks me whole. 
 
 4 
 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, 
 Make my infected nature pure ; 
 Peace, righteousness, and joy impart. 
 And pour thyself into my heart. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 104 CM. [Dundee. 
 Bear ye one another's burdens. 
 
 1 
 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee. 
 
 And pray to be forgiven. 
 Oh, let thy life our pattern be, 
 
 And form our souls for heaven. 
 
 2 
 
 Help us, through good report and ill, 
 
 Our daily cross to bear ; 
 Like thee to do our Father's will, 
 
 Our brother's gfriefs to share. 
 
 3 
 
 Let gfrace our selfishness expel, 
 
 Our earthliness refine ; 
 And kindness in our bosoms dwell 
 
 Ab free and true a^ thine, 
 
 3 
 
 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 
 And grief's dark day come on, 
 
 We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
 "Father, thy will be done I " 
 
 5 
 Keep peaceful in the midst of strife, 
 
 Forgiving and forgiven. 
 Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
 And follow thee to heaven ! 
 
 —J.H, Gurney. 
 
 105 «-8s. [Bkightox. 
 
 yVhile we were yet dinners, Christ died for us. 
 
 1 
 Would Jesus have the sinner die ? 
 
 Why hangs he then on yonder tree? 
 What means that strange expiring cry? 
 
 Sinners, he prays for you and me ; 
 "Forgive them, Fatherj oh, forgive! 
 
 They know not that by me they live ! " 
 
 2 
 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, 
 
 Thee — by thy painful a^ony. 
 Thy bloody sweat, thy gi-ief and shame, 
 
 "I'hy cross and passion on the tree, 
 Thy precious death and life — I pray, 
 
 "take all, ta):e all, my sins away ! 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, let thy love in> heart constrain. 
 Thy love for every sinner free; 
 
 That every fallen soul of Uian 
 May taste the grace that found out me ; 
 
 That all mankind with me may prove 
 Thy sovereign, everlasting love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 106 
 
 [TUNK 106. 
 
 Whosoever shall call upon the name of the 
 Lord shall be saved. 
 
 1 
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, 
 
 Hear my humble cry ; 
 While on others thou art calling, 
 
 Do not pass me by. 
 
 Cho. — Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble 
 ory; 
 ^Vhile on others thou art calling, 
 Do not pass me by. 
 
 2 
 
 Let me at a throne of mercy 
 
 Find a sweet relief ; 
 Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
 
 Help my unbelief. 
 
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 COMING TO CHRIST. 
 
 I 
 
 4 ■ 
 
 I; 
 it 
 
 Trusting only in thy merit, 
 
 Would I seek thy face ; 
 Heal my wounded, broken spirit. 
 
 Save me by thy grace. 
 4 
 Thou the Spring of all my comfort, 
 
 More than life to me. 
 Whom have I on earth beside thee? 
 
 Whom in heaven but thee ! 
 
 —G. C. StebbiiM. 
 
 107 8,7,8,7j3. ' [Tune 92. 
 There shall be showers of blessing, 
 
 1 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
 
 Thou art scattering, full and free- 
 Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ; 
 Let some drops now fall on me — 
 Even me. 
 2 
 Pass me not, O God, our Father, 
 
 Sinfiil though my heart may be I 
 Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
 Let thy mercy fall on me — 
 Even me. 
 3 
 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour, 
 Let me live and cling to thee ! 
 I am longing for thy favour ; 
 Whilst thou'rt calling, oh, call wiv 1 
 Even me. 
 4 
 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, 
 
 Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
 Witnesser of Jesus' merit. 
 Speak some word of ix)wer to me — 
 Even me. 
 5 
 Love of God so pure and changeless, 
 
 Blood of Christ so rich and free, 
 Grace of God so strong and boundless, 
 Magnify it all in me — 
 
 Even me. —Mrs. E. Codner. 
 
 108 S. M. [Thatcher. 
 Keep that which is committed to thy trust. 
 
 1 
 A charge to keep I have, 
 
 A Grod to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky : 
 2 ^ 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 Oh, may it all my powers engage 
 
 To do my Master's will ! 
 
 Ann me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And oh, thy servant. Lord, prep>are 
 
 A strict acoount to give ! 
 
 4 
 
 Help me to watch and pray. 
 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 109 [Tune 109. 
 
 If I may bui touch the hem of his ffarment. 
 
 1 
 
 She only touched the hem of his garment, 
 
 As to his side she stole, 
 Amid the crowd that gathered around 
 him ; 
 And straightway she was whole. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, touch the hem of his garment 1 
 And thou, too, shalt be free ; 
 His saving power this very hour 
 Shall give new life to thee ! 
 
 2 
 
 She came in fear and trembling before 
 him. 
 She knew her Lord had come ; 
 She felt that from him virtue had healed 
 her; 
 The mighty deed was done. 
 
 3 
 He turned with "Daughtcjr, be of good 
 comfort. 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole ! " 
 And peace that passeth all understanding 
 With gladness filled her soul. 
 
 -Geo. F. Root. 
 
 COMING TO CHRIST. 
 
 1 110 [Tune no. 
 
 Xow are ye clean through the word tvhich I 
 ha te spoken unto you f 
 1 
 I hear thy welcome voice. 
 
 That calls me, Lord, to thee. 
 For cleansing in thy precious blood 
 That flowed on Cfalvary. 
 
 I Cho. — I am coming. Lord, 
 
 Coming now to thee ! 
 Wash me, cleanse me in the blood 
 That flowed on Calvary, 
 
COMING TO CHRIST. 
 
 86 
 
 2 
 
 Though coming weak and vile, 
 Thou dost my strength assure ; 
 
 Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, 
 Till spotless all and pure. 
 
 3 
 
 'Tis Jesus calls me on 
 
 To perfect faith and love ; 
 Toperfect hope, and peace and trust, 
 
 For earth and heaven above. 
 
 4 
 
 All hail, atoning blood ! 
 
 All hail, redeeming grace! 
 All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, 
 
 Our Strength and Righteousness. 
 
 — L. Hartsough. 
 
 Ill 
 
 / will go to him. 
 
 [Tune 111. 
 
 There's a gentle voice within calls away, 
 'Tis a warning I have heard o'er and o'er; 
 
 But my heart is melted now, I obey ; 
 From my Saviour I will wander no more. 
 
 Cho. — Yes, I will go; yes, I will go; 
 
 To Jesus I wiU go and be saved; 
 Yes, I will go ; yes, I will go ; 
 To Jesus I wiU go .and be saved. 
 
 2 
 
 He has promised all my sins to forgive. 
 If I ask in simple faith for his love ; 
 
 In his holy word 1 learn how to live. 
 And to laboiu: for his kingdom above. 
 
 3 
 
 I will try to bear tne cross in my youth, 
 And he faithful to its cause till I die ; 
 
 If Avith cheerful step I walk in the truth, 
 I shall wear a starry crown by-and-by. 
 
 4 
 Still the gentle voice within calls away, 
 And its warning I have heard o'er and 
 o'er; 
 Put my heart is melted now, I obev ; 
 ^xx>m my Saviour I will wander no 
 jnore. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 112 [Tune 112. 
 
 Neither is there talmtionin any other. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, my Lord to thee I cry. 
 Unless thou help me I must die ; 
 Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, 
 And tftke me }w I »rn I 
 
 Cho.— Take me as I am. 
 Take me as I am ; 
 
 Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, 
 And take me as I am ! 
 
 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, 
 But yet for me thy blood was spilt, 
 And thou canst make me what thou wilt, 
 But take me as I am ! 
 
 If thou hast work for me to do. 
 Inspire my will, my heart renew. 
 And work both in and by me, t(X), 
 But take me as I am ! 
 
 And when at last the work is done, 
 The battle o'er, the victory won, 
 Still, still my cry shall be alone. 
 Lord, take me as I am ! 
 
 —Eliza U. Hamilton. 
 
 113 LM. [Tune 113. 
 
 Ifo other name whei'eby we mtist be saved. 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 
 But that thy blood was shed for me. 
 And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of Grod, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot. 
 To thee, whose blood can cleanse each 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 3 
 
 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 With fears within, and foes without, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, thou wilt receive. 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am,— thy love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 {^mb of God, I come ! 
 
 —Charlottt 
 
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 CONSECRATION. 
 
 
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 114 
 
 TUNK 114. 
 
 Save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 
 1 
 "Nearer the cross I" my heart can say, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Nearer the cross from day to day, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Nearer the cross where Jesus died, 
 Nearer the fountain's crimson tide, 
 Nearer my Saviour's wounded side ; 
 
 I am coming nearer, 
 
 I am coming nearer. 
 
 2 
 
 Nearer the Christian's mercy seat, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Feasting my soul on manna sweet, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Stronger in faith, more clear I see 
 Jesus, who ^ave himself for me ; 
 Nearer to him I still would be. 
 
 Still I'm coming nearer. 
 
 Still I'm coming nearer. 
 
 3 
 Nearer in prayer iiiy hope aspires, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Deejier the love my soul desires, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Nearer the end of toil and care. 
 Nearer the joy I long to share, 
 Nearer the crown I soon shall wear ; 
 
 I am coming nearer, , , 
 
 I am coming nearer. 
 
 — Mrs. Valenstyne 
 
 CONSECRATION. 
 
 116 7s 
 
 Ye use not your own. 
 
 [Prayer. 
 
 Take my life and let it be 
 Consecrated, Lord, to thee : 
 Take my moments and my days, 
 Let them flow in ceaseless praise. 
 
 2 
 Take my hands and let them move 
 At the impulse of thy love : 
 Take my feet and let them be 
 Swift and beautiful for thee. 
 
 3 
 Take my silver and niy gold — 
 Not a mite would I withhold : 
 Take my intellect and use 
 ^very power as thou shalt choose. 
 
 Take my voice and let me smg 
 Always, only, for my King : 
 Take my lips and let them be 
 Filled with messages from thee. 
 
 5 
 Take my will and make it thine, 
 It shall be no longer mine : 
 Take my heart, it is thine own ; 
 It shall be thy royal throne. 
 
 6 
 Take my love, my Lord, I ix)ur 
 At thy feet its treasure-store : 
 Take myself, and I will be, 
 Ever, only, all for thee. 
 
 —Miss F. R. Havergal. 
 
 116 S.»M. [Leeds. 
 Glorify him in your bodies and spirits 
 
 which are his. 
 1 
 Lord, in the strength of grace, 
 With a glad heart and free, 
 Myself, my residue of days, 
 I consecrate to thee. 
 2 
 Thy ransomed servant, I 
 
 Restore to thee thy own ; 
 And, from this moment, live or die 
 To serve my God alone. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 117 7,(5,7,6. [Tune 117. 
 And the fire came dotcn and consumed the 
 
 sacrifice. 
 1 
 
 My body, soul, and spirit, 
 
 .J esus, I give to thee, 
 A consecrated offering. 
 
 Thine evermore to be. 
 
 Cho.— My all is on the altar, 
 
 I'm waiting for the fire. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, mighty Saviour, 
 I trust in thy g'Uisxt name, 
 
 1 look for thy salvation. 
 Thy promise now I claim. 
 
 3 
 Oh, let the fire descending. 
 
 Just now upon my soul. 
 Consume my numble offering. 
 
 And cleanse and make me whole ! 
 4 
 I'm thine, O blessed Jesus, 
 
 Washed by thy precious blood ; 
 Now seal me by thy Spirit, 
 
 A sacrifice to Grod. —M, D. «/{im««, 
 
(.'ONSECRATION. 
 
 87 
 
 118 C. M. [TuxVbTI. 
 
 Ye are bought toith a price. 
 
 1 
 Let him to whom we now belong 
 
 His sovereign right assert, 
 And take up every thankful song, 
 
 And every loving heart. 
 
 2 
 
 He justly claims us for his own. 
 Who bought us with a price ; 
 
 The Christian lives to Christ alone. 
 To Christ alone he dies. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus, thine own at last receive. 
 
 Fulfil our hearts' desire, 
 And let us to thy glory live, 
 
 And in thy cause expire. 
 4 
 Our souls and bodies we resign ; 
 
 With joy we render thee 
 Our all, no longer ours, but thine 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 119 [TUNK119. 
 But Christ is all and in all. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow 
 
 That a time could ever be. 
 When I proudly said to Jeaus, 
 
 " All of self, and none of thee." 
 AH of self, and none of thee. 
 
 All of self, and none of thee, 
 When I proudly said to Jesus, 
 
 " All of self, and none of thee." 
 
 2 
 
 Yet he found me ; I beheld him 
 
 Bleeding on the accursed tree: 
 And my wistful heart said faintly, 
 
 " Some of self, and some of thee." 
 Some of self, and some of thee, 
 
 Some of self, and some of thee. 
 And my wistful heart said faintly, 
 
 "Some of self, and some of thee." 
 
 3 
 
 Day by day his tender mercy 
 
 Healing, helping, full, and free. 
 Brought me lower, while I whispered, 
 
 " Less of self, and more of thee." 
 Less of self, and more of thee. 
 
 Less of self, and more of thee. 
 Brought me lower while I whispered, 
 
 *' Less of self, and more of thee." 
 
 Higher than the highest heavens, 
 
 Deeper than the deepest sea, 
 Lord, thy love at last has conquered, 
 
 " If(yne oi self, and all of thee." 
 None of self, and all of thee, 
 
 None of self, and all of thee. 
 Lord, thy love at last has conquered, 
 
 *' None of self, and all of thee." 
 
 —Thomas Monad. 
 
 120 [Tune 120. 
 Let us draw near with a true heart. 
 
 1 
 I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy 
 voice. 
 And it told thy love to me ; 
 But I long to rise in the arms of faith, 
 And be closer drawn to thee. 
 
 Cho. — Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed 
 Lord, 
 To the cross where thou hast 
 died; 
 Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, 
 blessed Lord, 
 To thy precious bleeding side. 
 
 2 
 
 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, 
 By thy xx)wer of grace divine ; 
 
 Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, 
 Anci my will be lost in thine. 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour 
 That before thy throne I spend, 
 
 When I kneel in prayer, and with thee, 
 my God, 
 I commune as friend ^\^th friend. 
 
 4 
 There are depths of love that I cannot 
 know 
 Till I cross the narrow sea, 
 There are heights of joy that I may not 
 reach 
 Till I rest in peace with thee. 
 
 ■—Fanny Crosby. 
 
 121 [Tune 12L 
 All for Jesus. 
 
 1 
 Saviour ! thy dying love 
 
 Thou gavest me. 
 Nor should I aught withhold, 
 
 Dear Lord, from thee ; 
 
3d 
 
 f^lJLL SALVATION. 
 
 1 ■^- - ■ — ■ - 
 
 In love my houI wotild bow, 
 My heart fulfil it8 vow, 
 Some oflferiiiff bring thee now, 
 Sontething for thw. 
 
 2 
 Give me a faithful heart 
 
 LikenesM to thtn? — 
 That each dei>art:ug day 
 
 Henceforth may 8«h> 
 Some work of love btigun, 
 Some work of kindness done, 
 Some wanden^r sought and won, 
 
 Something for thee ! 
 
 3 
 
 All that l am and have — 
 
 Thy ^ifts St) free — 
 In joy, in grief, through life, 
 
 iVar Lorl, for thee ! 
 And when thy faw I »ee, 
 My ransomed 8t»ul shall bti, 
 Through all eternity, 
 
 Something for tl»>e, 
 
 — S. D. Pheliw. 
 
 123 
 
 [TuNK 128. 
 
 FULL SALVATION. 
 
 122 [Ti;nk122. 
 
 Tu hi n b« glory, for ever and tver. 
 
 1 
 
 Down at the < ross whei'«i mv Saviour iliotl, 
 
 Down where for cleansing from sin Icried; 
 
 There to my heart w»w< tlie bl-^KHl a))i>lied ; 
 
 (ilory to his name. 
 
 Cho. — (ilory tt) his name, 
 (5 lory to his name: 
 Tliere to my ht>art was the bunxl ai)|)lied ; 
 C ilory to his name, 
 
 2 
 
 I am so >vondrou8ly sjiveil fn»m sin, 
 Jesus 8o sweetly abides within; 
 Then* at the entss where he took me in ; 
 Glory tu his name. 
 
 3 
 Oh, precious fountain, that saves fnnn sin, 
 T tun HO glail I have entennl in ; 
 Thert^ dttsus saves me and ktti«i>8 me cleait ; 
 Glory U.) his name. 
 
 4 
 
 Come to thlR fountain so rich and sweet ; 
 Caat thy iNH)r ruuI at the Saviour's feet ; 
 Trust him to-day, and Ih< nka<le uompleU^ 
 Glury ti) his name. 
 
 —C, Huffman. 
 
 In whom ye aho trusted. 
 
 1 
 I am coming to the cross ; 
 
 [ am iHx>r, and weak, and blind ; 
 I am counting adl but dross ; 
 
 I shall full salvation find. 
 
 Cho. — T am trusting. Lord, in thet\ 
 ]UesMHl I^amb o( Calvary ; 
 Humbly at thy cross I 1m)w, 
 Save me, Je^ius, save me now. 
 
 2 
 
 Ijong my heart has sighed for thee 
 liong lias evil rt*igmKl within ; 
 
 Jesus sweetly s{)eaks tt> me,- - 
 " I will cleanse you fi\>m all sin." 
 
 3 
 
 In thy promises I trust. 
 Now I fwl the blowl applied ; 
 
 I an; jti'ostrat'e in the dust, 
 I with Christ tun crucified. 
 
 4 
 
 Jesus comes ! he fills my soul ! 
 
 Porfectt^d in him T tvm ; 
 T tun every whit made whole ; 
 
 GU)ry, glory to the Ijambl 
 
 ~W. McDonald. 
 
 124 CM. [WlM'SHlUK. 
 
 Create in ine a clean heart, (itni. 
 
 1 
 Oh, foi a ht^art to pnvise my (iod, 
 
 A heart frtnu sin st»t free ! 
 A ht>art that ivlways ft^elt? tl . bUtnl 
 
 So fret^ly spilt for me I 
 
 2 
 
 A heart resijrned, submisflive, metik. 
 My gr**at l^.edeemer's thitine, 
 
 Whttit) only (Christ v.. heard t«) si>eak. 
 Where .lesus rt<igns tUone : 
 
 3 
 
 A humble, lowly, contrite httart, 
 lU^lieving, true, and clean ; 
 
 Which neither life nor death can itart 
 Fixan him that dwellii within : 
 
 4 
 
 A ht^art in every thought TOiiewtul, 
 
 And full of h>ve divine; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and giKni, 
 
 A copy, lA>nl, of thine ! 
 
FULL SALVATION. 
 
 SO 
 
 Me Donald. 
 
 125 [1'LNK lliii. 
 60 up and ponMsa the land, 
 
 1 
 
 l'v(* rt»jn.'lu»(.l the laud of corn and wino, 
 Ami all its riches fit»ely mine ; 
 H»Tt» shijieH undinniu'd ono blissfxil day, 
 Kor all ujy niglit h»w tni»«od away. 
 
 Cho. Oh, Botdah Land! nwotit Hculah 
 I^and ! 
 Aa on tho highest mount 1 Htand, 
 I UkiU away aci-oss the st'a, 
 Wht'it) mansions luti pivpaitnl for 
 
 mo, 
 And view the shining glory shoiv, 
 My lieavon, my home, for evvr- 
 luovv ! 
 
 2 
 Tho Baviour comos and walks with mo, 
 And sweet connnnnion hort» havo wo; 
 Ho gt^ntly loads mo with his hand, 
 For tluH 18 huavon's lM>rdor lam). 
 
 H 
 Tho zophyrs 8tH»m to float to mo 
 Swoot sounds of heaven's ntolody. 
 As angols, with th<» whito-i\)l)od thnmg, 
 Join in tho swoot rodi>mption song. 
 
 —A". /'. Stiles. 
 
 126 [TlNKl2(5. 
 Wtufh »««•, and I tihnll !>e whiter thun hhow. 
 
 1 
 TA>nl iIosuH, I long to bo i»orfwtly whole; 
 I want thoo foit»vt'r to live in my soul; 
 Mroak down tuery idol, ^.uist outov(>ry f'-e; 
 Now wtisii niu, anil I shtUl l>o whitur than 
 
 HUOW. 
 
 Cho. Wldtor th Ruow, yes, whiter 
 than snov ; 
 Now wash Ino, and 1 shall 1>«< 
 whiter than muow. 
 
 Ix>rd JoHus, Knik down fitim thy throne 
 
 in tho Hkies, 
 \nd help mo to nvako a iinnploto saerifiee; 
 I give upnjysolf, and wliatovor 1 kJK)W 
 Now wash mo, and I sIvvU Ik) wliitor than 
 
 anuw. 
 
 3 
 lx)rd JfHina, for this 1 mi>st Inunbly en- 
 
 ti-eat ; 
 T wait, hloHHed I<t»rd, at thy eruciliod feet, 
 By faith, for my cleansing, I hoo thy 
 
 blooil flow — 
 Now wanli me, and \ shall Ik* whiter than 
 
 MIOW. 
 
 Lord iTesus, thou seest I |>atioutly wait; 
 Como now, jukI witltin mo a new lieart 
 
 create ; 
 To tlu>so who havo sought thee, thou 
 
 ni'ver saiil'st No 
 Now wasli me, and I shall W> whiter than 
 
 snow, 
 
 —J. I^'ichvlton. 
 
 127 ITuNK 127. 
 
 Thuitgh your gtns he a« gcarlet they thall ttt 
 »H white (Is mmw. 
 
 1 
 Hlossod Iw tho Fountain of 1)Ukh1, 
 
 To a world of sinnei-s n'vealed ( 
 Hh'ssod Ik* tho dear Son of (lod : 
 
 t)nly by his stri{H<s wo are healod. 
 Tlu)ugh I've wandered far fnrtn his fold, 
 
 Bringing to my heart jNiin and wot), 
 Wash mo in tlio oUkkI of the Lamb, 
 
 And 1 shall Ihj whiter than sni)W. 
 
 Clio. Whiter than tiio snow I whiter 
 than tho snow ! 
 Wa.sh uie in the bl«K)d of thoLiwub, 
 And I sliall Ih' whiter than snow. 
 
 Thorny was the crown that he wore. 
 
 And tho ert)ss his Ihm1> o'ervanus 
 (Jrievous were tho sormws he Inire, 
 
 Hut h»> wutfered not thus in vain. 
 May I to that Fountain Ik.* led, 
 
 NLide to ch'anso my sins here Ih»1ow; 
 Wasli mo in tho bUxxl that lio sIuhI, 
 
 And I shall U> whiter than snow. 
 
 a 
 
 Father. 1 luvvo vsantU'l-Oil from the<\ 
 
 Often h!(.H my lieart gon«' astray ; , 
 Crimson tio my sins se«<iu t(» me 
 
 Water cannot wasii them away. 
 .1(<sus, to that Fountain of thiiu*, 
 
 Li'aning on tiiy pi-omist^ I go; 
 Cleiniso lue by thy wasliing divine, 
 
 And 1 sliall Ihj whiter than snow. 
 
 128 ['•'<■ NK 128. 
 
 lie will save to the uttermost. 
 
 I 
 
 Saved to tht) uttermost : I am tho TiOrd's; 
 .fosus, n\y .-Saviour, salvati«»n affords; 
 tiivts mo his Spirit a witness within, 
 Whis|H<rii.g i>f i»ardon, and sjiving from 
 sin. 
 
40 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFIU. 
 
 
 .'»';, 
 
 .«:;• 
 
 ,*'. 
 
 •^.:: 
 
 * 
 
 <1^ 
 
 Cho. — Saved, saved, saved to the utter- 
 most : 
 Saved, saved by power divine ; 
 Saved, saved, I'm saved to the 
 uttermost : 
 Jesus, the Saviour, is mine ! 
 
 Saved to the uttermost : Jesus is near ; 
 Keeping me safely, he casteth out fear ; 
 Trusting his promises, how I am blest ; 
 Leaning upon him, how sweet is my r>„st. 
 
 3 
 Saved to the uttermost : this I can say, 
 "Once all was darkness, but now it is 
 
 day ; 
 Beautiful visions of glory I see, 
 Jesus in brightness revealed unto me. " 
 
 4 
 Saved to tho uttermost : cheerfully sing 
 Loud halleluias to Jesus, my King ! 
 Ransomed and pardoned, redeemed by 
 
 his blood, 
 Cleansed from unrighteousness, glory to 
 God. 
 
 — fV.J. Kirkpatn'ck 
 
 129 
 
 Abide in me. 
 
 Tune 129. 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet ! 
 I'm resting at the Saviour's feet ; 
 I trust in him, I'm satisfied, 
 I'm resting in the crucified. 
 
 Cho.— Abiding, oh, ho wondrous sweet! 
 I'm resting at tlie Saviour's feet. 
 
 2 
 
 He speaks, and by his \vord is given 
 His peace, a rich foretaste of heaven ; 
 Not as tile work! he peace dotli give, 
 'Tis through this hope my soul shj 
 live 
 
 shall 
 
 S 
 
 I live ; not I through him alone. 
 By whom the mighty work is deme; 
 Dead to myself, alive to him, 
 I count all loss his rest to gain. 
 
 Now rest, my heart, the work is done, 
 I'm saved through the Eternal Son; 
 Let all my powers my soul employ, 
 To tell the world my i^euce and joy. 
 
 -//. A Lyte. 
 
 FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 130 
 
 ^ S. M. D. [Nearer Home. 
 
 Covie before hi.)s presence with singing. 
 
 1 
 
 Come vo that love the Lord, 
 
 Anu let your joys be known, 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 
 While ye surround his throne. 
 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But servants of the heavenly King 
 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 2 
 The God that rules on high. 
 
 That all the earth surveys, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky, 
 
 And calms the roaring seas ; 
 This awful God is ours. 
 
 Our Father and our Love ; 
 He will send down his heavenly powers 
 
 To carry us above. 
 
 3 
 
 The men of grace have found . 
 
 Glory begun below ; 
 Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 We're marching through Immanuel's 
 ground. 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 131 B. M. [Dennis. 
 
 That they may be one. 
 1 
 Blest be the tie that binds 
 
 Our hearts in Christian love; 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that alxjve. 
 
 2 
 
 Before our Father's throne, 
 We ]K)ur our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our ccuiforta and our cares. 
 
 3 
 We sliare our mutual woes, 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear; 
 And often for each other flows 
 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 41 
 
 1 
 
 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 
 And sin we shall be free ; 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 —J Fatucett. 
 
 132 0* M. [Abriixje. 
 
 All ye are hretiiren. 
 1 
 All praise to our redeeming Lord 
 
 Who joins us by his grace, 
 And bids us, each to each restored, 
 Together seek his face. 
 2 
 He bids us build each other up; 
 
 And, gathered into one, 
 To our high calling's glorious hope 
 We hand in hand go on. 
 3 
 The gift which he on one b>estow8, 
 
 We all delight to prove ; 
 The grace through every vessel flows, 
 In purest streams of lovo. 
 4 
 EvtTi no" g think and speak the same, 
 
 A ud cordially agree ; 
 United all, thi'ough Jesua' name, 
 In perfect liarmony. 
 6 
 We all partake the joy of one, 
 The conmion peace we feel ; 
 A iieace to sensual minds unknown, 
 A joy un8t)eakable. 
 6 
 And if our fellowship below 
 
 In Jesus bo so sweet, 
 What heights of rapture shall we know, 
 When round his throne wo meet ! 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 133 
 
 Ye are my toil n. 
 
 [Tune 133. 
 .aitk the L'jrd. 
 
 Now just a woi a ff Jesus, 
 Your dearest frn ad so true; 
 
 Come, cheer our hearts and tell us 
 What he has done for you. 
 
 Oua — Now just a word for Jesus — 
 "Twill help tis on our way ; 
 One little word for Jesus, 
 Oh, s[)eak, or sing, or pray. 
 2 
 Now just a word for Jesus ; 
 
 You feel your sins forjjiven, 
 
 And by his grace are striving 
 
 To rwujh u homo in heaven. 
 
 Now just a word for Jesus; 
 
 A cross it cannot be 
 To say, I love my Saviour 
 
 "Who gave his life for ma 
 4 
 Now just a word for Jesus; 
 
 Let not the time be lost ; 
 The heart's neglected duty 
 
 Brings sorrow to its ajst. 
 5 
 Now just a word for Jesus ; 
 
 And if your faith be dim, 
 Arise, in all your weakness. 
 
 And leave the rest to him. 
 
 —Fanny Crwfy. 
 
 134 C. M.^ [St. A(5NES,DURHAJt 
 
 God doth talk uith tnan. 
 1 
 Talk with us. Lord, thyself reveal. 
 
 While here o'er earth we rove ; 
 Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
 The kindling of thy love. 
 2 
 With thee conversing, we forget 
 
 All time, and toil, and care ; 
 Ijabour is rest, and pain is sweet. 
 If thou, my God, art here. 
 
 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay. 
 
 And bid my heart rejoice ; 
 My bounding heart shall own thy sway. 
 
 And echo to thy voice. 
 4 
 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 
 
 'TIS all I wish to seek ; 
 To attend the whisiwra of thy grace, 
 
 And hear thee inly speak. 
 5 
 Let this my every hour employ, 
 
 Till I thy glory see; 
 Enter into my Master's joy, 
 
 And find my heaven in thee. 
 
 — C. Wetlcy. 
 
 135 C. M. [TiNKir. 
 Behold, I stand at the door and knock. 
 
 1 
 Come, let us, who in Christ believe, 
 
 Our common Saviour praise, 
 To him with jovful voices give 
 
 The glory of his grace. 
 2 
 He now stands kmxiking at the door 
 
 Of every sinner's heart; 
 The worst iiwd keep him out no more^ 
 
 Or force him to drpart 
 
Mil 
 
 42 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 i 
 
 I*' 
 
 :1 
 
 SI' ^ 
 
 ii: 
 
 3 
 
 Through grace we hearken to thy voice, 
 
 Yield to be saved from sin ; 
 In sure and certain hope rejoice, 
 
 That thou wilt enter in. - 
 
 Come quickly in, thou heavenly guest, 
 
 Nor ever hence remove ; 
 But sup with us, and let the feast 
 
 Be everlasting love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 CONFIDENCE IN,OOD. 
 
 136 [Tune 136. 
 
 Isit well with thee f 
 1 
 When peace, like a river, attendeth my 
 way, 
 When sorrows like Bea-billows roll ; 
 Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me 
 to say. 
 It is well, it is well with my soul. 
 
 Oho. — It is well with my soul, 
 
 It is well, it is well with my soul. 
 
 Though Satan should buffet, though trials 
 should come, 
 Let this blest assurance control, 
 That Christ hath regarded my helpless 
 estate, 
 And hath shod his own blood for my 
 BouL 
 
 3 
 
 My sin— oh. the bliss of this glorious 
 thought — 
 My sin — not in part but the whole. 
 Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no 
 more, 
 Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, 
 my soul 1 
 
 4 
 
 And, Lonl, haste the day when the faith 
 
 shall 1)0 sight. 
 
 The clouds bo rolled back as a scroll, 
 
 The trumu shall resound, and the Lord 
 
 J»hall descend, 
 
 "Even bo"- it is well with my soul. 
 
 —U. li. Spafford. 
 
 137 8s&7s. 
 
 [Austria. 
 
 He that taketh not his crosnand followeth me, 
 in not worthy of ine. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 
 All to leave and follow thee; 
 Destitute, despised, forsaken. 
 
 Thou, from nence, my all shalt be. 
 Perish every fond ambition. 
 
 All Pve sought, and hoped, and known; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 
 
 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 Twill but drive me to thy breast; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, 
 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
 Know, my soul, thv full salvation ; 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 Joy to find in every station 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 
 —H. F. Lyto. 
 
 138 L. M. [Tune 13a 
 It fell not, for it was founded on a rock. 
 
 1 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less 
 Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; 
 
 I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
 But wholly le^u on Jesus' name. 
 
 Cho. — On Christ, the solid Rockj I stand ; 
 All other groimd is sinking sand. 
 
 2 
 When darkness veils his lovely face, 
 
 I rest on his unchanging grace; 
 In every high and stormy gale. 
 
 My anchor iiolds within the vail. 
 
 3 
 
 His oath, his covenant, his blood, 
 SupjK)rt me in the whelming flood; 
 
 Whcm all around my soul gives way, 
 Ho then is all my hope and stay. 
 
 — /?. 3fotc. 
 
 139 L. M. [Angels' Song. 
 
 Who it he that condemnsthf It is Christ 
 that died. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, thy Blow! and Righteousness 
 My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
 'Alidst flaming worlds, in those arrayed. 
 With Joy shall I lift up my head. 
 
h,i 
 
 CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 
 
 43 
 
 ? 
 
 2 
 
 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, 
 For who aught to my charge shall lay? 
 Fully absolved through these I am. 
 From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 
 
 3 
 
 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, 
 Who from the Father's bosom came, 
 Who died for me, even me, to atone, 
 Now for my Lord and God I own. 
 
 4 
 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, 
 Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 
 For ever doth for sinners plead. 
 For me, even for my soul, was shed. 
 
 5 
 Lord, I believe, were sinners more 
 Than sands upon the ocean shore, 
 Thou hast for all a ransom paid. 
 For all a full atonement made. 
 
 When from the dust of death I rise. 
 To claim my mansion in the skies, 
 Even then, this shall be all my plea, 
 Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me. 
 
 " WenUy. 
 
 140 &-^ [Tune 60. 
 
 Joy and peace through believing. 
 
 1 
 Now I have found the ground wherein 
 
 Sure my soul's anchor may remain, 
 The wounds of Jesus, for my sin 
 
 Before the world's foundation slain ; 
 Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, 
 When heaven and earth are fled away. 
 
 2 
 
 Father, thine everlasting grace 
 Our scanty thought suriwisses far; 
 
 Thy heart still melts with tenderness 
 Thy arms of love still open are, 
 
 I'«tuming sinners to receive, 
 
 That meroy they may taste and live. 
 
 3 
 
 Love, thou bottomless abyss, 
 
 My sms are swallowed up in thee ! 
 Covered is my unrighteousness. 
 
 Nor snot of guilt remains on me, 
 While Jesus' blood, through earth and 
 
 skies, 
 Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries. 
 
 ' WMUy. 
 
 141 CM. 
 
 [Gainbbobouoh. 
 
 1 will never leave thee. 
 
 1 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need, 
 
 Jehovah is his name; 
 In pastures fresh he makes me feed. 
 
 Beside the living stream. 
 
 2 
 He brings my wandering spirit back, 
 
 When I forsake his ways ; 
 And leads me, for his mercy's sake. 
 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 
 When I walk through the shades of death. 
 
 Thy presence is my stay ; 
 A wora of thy supporting breath 
 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 
 4 
 
 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes. 
 
 Doth now my table spread ; 
 My cup with blessings overflows. 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
 5 
 The sure provisions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 Oh, may thine house be mine abode. 
 And all my work be praise ! 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 142 S.M. [OZRKM. 
 
 I can do all things through Chi-^'M which 
 
 strengtheneth me. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, my strength, ray hope, 
 
 On thee I cast my care : 
 With humble conlidence look up, 
 
 And know thou hear'st my prayer. 
 
 2 
 Give me on thee to wait, 
 
 Till I can all things do; 
 On thee, almighty to create, 
 
 Almighty to renew. 
 
 3 
 
 I want a sober mind, 
 
 A self-renouncing will, 
 That tramples down and casta behind 
 
 The baits of pleasing ill ; 
 
 4 
 
 A soul unmoved hy min, 
 By hardship, grief, or loss, 
 
 Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 
 The consecrated cross. 
 
 -C. Wesley. 
 

 44 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 
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 143 c.M. 
 
 [Tune 15. 
 
 rAia is the victory that overcometh the world, 
 even your faith. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink, 
 Though pressed by every foe ! 
 
 That will not tremble on the brink 
 Of any earthly woe ; 
 
 2 
 
 That will not murmur or complain 
 
 Beneath the chastening rod, 
 But, in the hour of grief or pain. 
 
 Will lean upon its God : 
 
 3 
 
 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
 When tempests rage without ; 
 
 That when in danger knows no fear, 
 In darkness feels no doubt : 
 
 4 
 That bears unmoved the world's dread 
 frown, 
 Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
 That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
 Or Satan's arts beguile : 
 
 5 
 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
 
 Till life's last hour is fled, 
 And with a pure and heavenly ray 
 Illumes a dying bed. 
 
 -W. n, Bathurst. 
 
 144 6a [Edkn. 
 
 Teach ine thy way, O Lord. 
 
 1 
 Thy way, not mine, O Ix)rd, 
 
 However dark it l)e 1 
 Lead me by thine own hand. 
 
 Choose out the path for me ; 
 
 2 
 Smooth let it be or i*ough, 
 
 It still will l)e the liest, 
 Winding or straight, it leads 
 
 Right onward to thy i-est. 
 
 3 ; 
 
 I dare not choose ray lot; 
 
 I would not, if I might : 
 ChtK»He thou for me, my God, 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 4 
 
 The kingdom that I seek 
 
 1h thine; so let the way 
 That leads to it he thine, 
 
 Klse 1 uuist surely stray. 
 
 Take thou my cup, and it 
 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 As best to thee may seem ; 
 
 Choose thou my good and ilL 
 
 6 
 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 In things or great or small ; 
 
 Be thou my guide, my strength. 
 My wisdom, and my all. 
 
 — H. Bona.'. 
 
 145 8,8,8,4! [Chant. 
 
 Thy will be done on earth. 
 
 1 
 
 My God, and Father, i while I stray 
 Far from my home, in | life's rough way, 
 Oh, teach me from my | heart to say, 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 2 
 
 Though dark my path, and | sad my lot, 
 Let me be still and | murmur not. 
 Or breathe the nrayer di | vinely taught, 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 3 
 
 If thou shouldst call | me to resign 
 Wliat most I prize — it | ne'er was mine ; 
 I only yield thee | what was thine : 
 I'hy I will Ixj done 
 
 4 
 
 Should grief or sickness | waste away 
 My life in prema | ture decay, 
 My Father, still I | strive to say, 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 6 
 If but my fainting | heart be blest 
 With thy sweet Spirit | for its guest, 
 My Gixl, to thee I | leave the rest : 
 Thy I will }je done. 
 
 6 
 
 Renew my will from | day to day, 
 lilend it with thine, and ] take away 
 All that now makes it | hard to say, 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 —Charlotte Elliott. 
 
 146 L M. 
 
 [Dresden. 
 
 / will give thanks unto thee for ever. 
 1 
 God of my life, through all my days, 
 Mygrateful powers shall sound thy praise; 
 My Hong Hhall wake with oi)ening light, 
 Ami cheer the dark and silent night. 
 
^1 
 
 RRTOICING. 
 
 
 45 
 
 ms mine ; 
 
 tte EUiotU 
 
 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
 And griefs would tear my throbbing 
 
 breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises raised on high. 
 Shall check tne murmur and the sigh. 
 
 3 
 
 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all the powers of language fail, 
 Joy through my swimming eyes shall 
 
 break, 
 And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 
 
 4 
 But oh, when that last conflict's o'er. 
 And I am chained to earth no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise 
 To join the music of the skies. 
 
 6 
 
 The cheerful tribute will I give, 
 Long as a deathless soul shall live : 
 A work so sweet, a theme so high. 
 Demands and crowns etemitj'. 
 
 — Doddridge. 
 
 RKJOIOINO. 
 
 147 [TUNK147. 
 
 He vrUl keep my soul in perfect pea^c*;. 
 
 1 
 God kindly keejieth those he loves 
 
 Secure from every fear ; 
 From the eye that weei)eth, 
 O'er one that sleepeth. 
 
 He gently dries the tear. 
 
 Gho.— As flows the river calm and deep, 
 In silence toward the sea ; 
 So floweth ever, and ceaseth never, 
 Uis boundless love to me. 
 
 2 
 What peace he bringeth to my heart ! 
 
 Deep as the soundless sea ; 
 How sweetly singeth 
 The soul that clingeth, 
 
 My loving Lord, to thee. 
 
 3 
 
 How calm at even sinks the sun 
 
 Beyond the clouded west I 
 So, tempest driven 
 Into the haven, 
 
 I reached the lonjjred for rest. 
 
 —je. Coruin. 
 
 148 [Tune 148. 
 Heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, 
 
 1 
 
 My Father is rich in houses and lands, 
 He holdeth the wealth of the world in 
 
 his )iand8 1 
 Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and 
 
 gold. 
 His coffers are full,— he has riches untold. 
 
 Cho.— I'm a child of the King, 
 A child of the King! 
 With Jesus, my Saviour, 
 I'm a child of the King ! 
 
 2 
 
 My Father's own Son, the Saviour of men. 
 Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest 
 
 of men ; 
 But now ho is reigning forever on high. 
 And will give me a home in the "sweet 
 
 by-and-by." 
 
 3 
 T once was an outcast stranger on earth, 
 A sinner by choice, and an alien by birth I 
 But I've been adopted, my name's written 
 
 down — 
 An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. 
 
 4 
 
 A tent or a cottage, why should I care ? 
 Hf's building u palace for me over there! 
 Though exiled from home, yet still I may 
 
 sing: 
 All glory to God, I'm a child of the King ! 
 
 - Uattie E. Buell. 
 
 149 C. M. [Vox DlLKOTI. 
 
 / ivill give you rent. 
 
 1 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 "Come unto luo and rest ; 
 Lav down, thou weary one, lav down 
 
 I'hy head ujKjn i.^' breast! ' 
 I came to Jesus as I was. 
 
 Weary, and woni, and sad, 
 I found in liim a resting-plactj, 
 
 And he hath made me glad. 
 
 2 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 "Behold, I freely ^ive 
 The living water ; thirsty one. 
 
 Stoop down, and drink, and live I ** 
 I came to Jesus, and I drank 
 
 Of that life-giving stream ; 
 My thirst was quenchetl, my aoul revived. 
 
 And now I live in him. 
 
m 
 
 Wi 
 
 46 
 
 CHltlSTlAK LIFE. 
 
 
 I 
 
 
 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus sa3r, 
 
 " I am this dark world's Light ; 
 Look unto me, thy morn shall rise 
 
 And all thy day be bright ! " 
 I looked to Jesus, and I found, 
 
 In him my Star, my Sun ; 
 And in that light of life I'll walk, 
 
 Till all my journey's done. 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 1 50 lis- [SwBET Home. 
 
 An inheriiance incorruptible, undejiled, and 
 
 that/adeth not away. 
 
 1 
 
 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature 
 
 complaints. 
 How sweet to the soul is communion 
 
 with saints ! 
 To find at the banquet of mercy there's 
 
 room. 
 And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. 
 
 Cho. — Home! home! sweet, sweet home! 
 i'repare me, dear Saviour, for 
 glory, my home. 
 
 2 
 
 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of 
 
 I^eace! 
 And, thrice precious Jesus, whose love 
 
 cannot cease. 
 Though oft from thy presence in sadness 
 
 I n)am, 
 I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 
 
 3 
 I sigh from this body of sin to be free. 
 Which hinders my joy and communion 
 
 with thee ; 
 Though now my temptation like billows 
 
 may foam. 
 All, all will be jieace, when I'm with thee 
 
 at home. 
 
 4 
 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 Oh, give me submission, and strength as 
 
 my day : 
 In all my afllictions to thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
 5 
 I long, deai'est Lord, in thy beauties to 
 
 shine ; 
 No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; 
 And in thy dear image arise from the 
 
 tomb, 
 With glorified miUiona to praise thee at 
 
 homa 
 
 —D. DnUuttn. 
 
 131 [RUTHEBFORD. 
 
 Ccut thy burden upon the Lord. 
 
 1 
 I lay my sins on Jesus, 
 
 The spotless Lamb of God ; 
 He bears them all, and frees us 
 
 From the accursed load. 
 I bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 White in his blood most precious. 
 
 Till not a spot remains. 
 
 2 
 
 I lay my wants on Jesus, 
 
 AH fulness dwells in him ; 
 He heals all my diseases. 
 
 He doth my soul redeem. 
 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
 
 My burdens and my cares ; 
 He from them all releases. 
 
 He all my sorrows shares. 
 
 3 
 
 I rest my soul on Jesus^ 
 
 This weary soul of mine ; 
 His right hand me embraces, 
 
 I on his breast recline. 
 I love the name of Jesus, 
 
 Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; 
 Like fragrance on the breezes, 
 
 His name abroad is poured. 
 
 4 
 
 I long to be like Jesus, 
 
 Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
 I l<mg to be like Jesus, 
 
 The Father's Holy ChUd ; 
 I long to be with Jesus, 
 
 Amid the heavenly throng; 
 To sing with saints his praises, 
 
 To learn the angels' song. 
 
 — H. Bonar. 
 
 162 
 
 [TUNK 152. 
 
 Chooae life that ye may livt. 
 
 1 
 Once I wandered in the maze of error, 
 
 In the downward road : 
 Oft my soul was filled with fear and 
 terror, 
 
 When I thought of God. 
 Jesus saw me rushing on to ruin, 
 
 Offered pardoning grace, 
 And I left the way I was pursuing, 
 
 Turned and saw hia face. 
 
REJOICING. 
 
 m 
 
 Cho. — Now I know my sins forgiven, 
 Through the atoning blood ; 
 And I hi^ve a blessed hope of 
 heaven, 
 Glory be to God. 
 
 2 
 
 I am glad I ever found the Saviour, 
 
 Now I'm fully blest ; 
 There are pleasures in his i^ardoning 
 favour, 
 
 Joy, and peace, and rest. 
 I am standing on the holy mountain, 
 
 Near salvation's pool, 
 And the waters from the bursting foun- 
 tain, ^ 
 
 Cheer my thirsty soul. 
 
 3 
 
 I will tell salvation's pleasing stoiy. 
 
 While I live below, 
 And I'll try to spread my Saviour's glory , 
 
 Everywhere I go. 
 Wlien the word is from the Master given, 
 
 "Child, from toiling cease," 
 I exiject to find a home in heaven. 
 
 Homo of endless peace. 
 
 153 Ss- U^^ Fleury. 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd. 
 
 1 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine. 
 
 The joy and desire of my heart, 
 For closer communion I pnie, 
 
 I long to reside where thou art; 
 The pasture I languish to find, 
 
 Where all who their Shepherd obey 
 Are fed, on thy bosom rechned, 
 And screened from the heat of the day. 
 
 2 
 Ah ! show me that happiest place, 
 
 The place of thy people's abode, 
 Where saints in an ecstasy gaze, 
 
 And hang on their crucified Lord ; 
 Tliy love for a sinner declare, 
 
 Thy passion and death on the tree; 
 My spirit to Calvary bear, _ 
 
 To suffer and triumph with thee. 
 3 
 Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, 
 
 There only, I covet to rest, 
 To lie at the foot of the rock, 
 
 Or rise to bo hid in thy breast ; 
 Tis there I would always abide, 
 
 And never a moment depart ; 
 Concealetl in the cleft of thy side, 
 
 Eternally held in thy heart. 
 
 — C. We«ley. 
 
 154 
 
 78. [HOLLEY. 
 
 God forbid that I shoiUd glory gave in the 
 cross of Chriit. 
 
 1 
 
 Never further than thy cross, 
 
 Never higher than thy feet ; 
 Here earth's precious things seem dross; 
 
 Here earth's bitter things grow sweet. 
 
 2 
 
 Gazing thus our sin we see. 
 Learn thy love while gazing thus ; 
 
 Sin, which laid the cross on thee, 
 Love, which bore the cross for us. 
 
 3 
 Here we learn to serve and give. 
 
 And, rejoicing, self deny ; 
 Here we gather love to live, 
 
 Here we gather faith to die. 
 
 4 
 
 Pressing onward as we can. 
 Still to this our hearts must tend ; 
 
 Where our earliest hopes began, 
 There our last aspirmgs end ; 
 
 -5 
 Till amid the hosts of light. 
 
 We in thee redeemed, complete, 
 Through thy cross made pure and white, 
 Cast our crowns before thy feet. 
 
 —Mrs. CharUs. 
 
 155 6,0,9,6,6,9. [TDNB155. 
 
 In u'hom believing ye rejoice. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, how happy are they. 
 
 Who the Saviour obey. 
 And have laid up their trea^jure above I 
 
 Tongue can never express 
 
 The sweet com5ort and peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 2 
 
 That sweet comfort was mine, 
 
 When the favour divine 
 I received through the blood of the Lamb ; 
 
 When my heart first believed, 
 
 What a joy I received, 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name I 
 
 8 
 
 'Twas a heaven below 
 
 My Redeemer to know, ' 
 And the angels could no nothing more, 
 
 Than to fall at liia feet, 
 
 And the story repeat. 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
48 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 u 
 
 \^m 
 
 Jesus all the day long 
 
 Was my joy and my song ; 
 Oh, that all his salvation might see! 
 
 " He hath loved me," I cried, 
 
 " He hath suffered and died, 
 To redeem such a rebel as me. " 
 
 5 
 Oh, the rapturous height 
 
 Of that holy delight 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 
 Of my Saviour possest, 
 
 I was perfectly West, 
 As if filled with the fulness of Gotl. 
 
 
 y- 
 
 166 
 
 C. M. [Coronation— Xew. 
 
 There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the 
 people of God. 
 
 1 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to every fear. 
 And wi|)e my weeping eyes. 
 2 
 Should earth againsfmy soul engage. 
 
 And fiery darts be hurled, 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage. 
 And face a frov/ning world. 
 3 
 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 Let storms of sorrow fall, 
 So I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all ! 
 4 
 There I shall bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 I5T L. M. [HURSLFV. 
 
 Ber ways are ways of pleasantness. 
 
 1 
 Happy tlie man who finds the grace, 
 The blessing of God's chosen race, 
 The wisdom coming from above, 
 The faith that sweetly works by love. 
 
 2 
 Happy beyond description ho 
 Who Knows the Saviour died for me. 
 The gift unspeakable obtains, 
 And neavenly understanding gains. 
 
 3 
 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price 
 Of wisdom's costly merchandise ? 
 
 Wisdom to silver we prefer, 
 
 And gold is dross compared to her. 
 
 4 
 Her hands are filled witlf length of days, 
 i True riches, and immortal praise, 
 ! Riches of Christ on all bestowed. 
 And honour that descends from God. 
 
 — C. IVesley. 
 
 158 L. M. [St. Crispin. 
 
 / am not ashamed (^f the gospel qf Christ, 
 
 1 
 j Jesus, and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee ! 
 ' Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
 i Whose glories shine through endless days! 
 
 2 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven dei>end ! 
 No; when I blusn, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 3 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
 j When I've no g^uilt to wash away ; 
 I Xo tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 4 
 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ! 
 And oh ! may this my glory l)e. 
 That Christ is not asnamed of me ! 
 
 —J. Grigg. 
 
 jl59 11.12,11,12. [Rapture. 
 
 ! Joy unspeakable and full of glory. 
 
 \ 1 
 
 jMy God, I am thine! what a comfort 
 j divine, 
 
 ; What a blessing to know that my Jesus 
 I is mine ! 
 
 ' In the heavenly Lamb thrice happy I am, 
 , And my heart it doth dance at the sound 
 of his name. 
 
 Cho.— Hallelujah, amen, hallelujah, 
 amen. 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu- 
 jah, amen. 
 
 2 
 
 True pleasures abound in the rapturous 
 sound; 
 
 And whoever hath found it, hath para- 
 ad ise found. 
 
 My Jesus to know, and feel his blood flow, 
 
 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below. 
 
 — C ^vesley. 
 
WATCHING— WORKINC4. 
 
 40 
 
 WATCHING. 
 
 ISO ['HVSK 160. 
 
 What I»ay unto one, I my unto all. Watch. 
 
 I am waiting for the Master, 
 Who will rise and bid me oomu 
 
 To the glory of his presence, 
 To the gladness of his home. 
 
 Cho. — ^They are watching at the portal, 
 They are waiting at the door ; 
 Waiting only for my coming, 
 All the loved ones gone before. 
 
 2 
 
 Many a weary path I've travelled 
 
 In the darkest storm and strife, 
 Bearing many a heavy burden. 
 
 Often struggling for my life. 
 3 
 Many friends who travelled with me, 
 
 Reached that portal long ago : 
 One by one thev left me battling 
 
 Witn the dar^ and crafty foe. 
 4 
 Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter, 
 
 And their triumph sooner won ; 
 Oh, how lovingly they'll greet me 
 
 When the toils of life are done. 
 
 —IF. Q. Ervin. 
 
 161 [TUNK 161. 
 
 Watch, for ye know not the day nor the hour 
 
 when the Son of Man cometh. 
 
 1 
 
 When Jesus comes to reward his servants, 
 
 Whether it be noon or night, 
 Faithful to him will he find us watching, 
 With our lamps all trimmed and briglit? 
 
 Cho. — Oh, can we say we are ready, 
 
 brother? [home? 
 
 Ready for the soul's bright 
 
 Say, will he find you and me still 
 
 watching, [shall come ? 
 
 Waiting, waiting when the Lord 
 
 2 
 If at the dawn of the early moniing, 
 
 He shall call us one by one, 
 When to the Lord we restore our talents, 
 
 Will he answer thee — " Well done ! " 
 
 3 
 
 Have we been true to the trust he left us? 
 
 Do we seek to do our best? [us, 
 
 If in our hearts there is naught condemns 
 
 We shall have a glorious rest. 
 
 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds 
 watching, 
 In his glory they Khali share ; 
 If he shall come at the dawn or midnight. 
 Will he find us watching there ? 
 
 —Fanny Crotby. 
 
 162 S.M. [Tuns 113. 
 
 Watch and pray. 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard. 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard. 
 
 To draw thee from the skietj. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray, 
 
 The battle ne'er g^ive o'er ; 
 Renew it boldly every day, 
 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 -G. Heath. 
 
 WOEKINQ. 
 
 163 [TUNB163. 
 
 Wherefore he i$ able to save to the uttermost, 
 
 1 
 
 Rescue the perishing. 
 
 Care for the dying. 
 Snatch them in pity fix}m sin and the 
 grave. 
 
 Weep o'er the erring ones. 
 
 Lift up the fallen, 
 Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. 
 
 Cho. — Rescue the perishing, 
 Care for the dying; 
 Jesus is merciful, 
 Jesus will save. 
 
 2 . . . 
 
 Though they are slighting him. 
 
 Still he is waiting. 
 Waiting the i)enitent child to receive. 
 
 Plead with them earnestly. 
 
 Plead with them gently. 
 He will forgive if they only believe. 
 
 3 
 Down in the human heart. 
 Crushed by the tempter. 
 Feelings lie buried that grace can restoi-e; 
 Touched by a loving heart 
 Wakened by kindness, 
 Chords that were broken will vibrate 
 once more. 
 
 I 
 
 1 
 
 .'■1, '< 
 
 ii 
 
 a> 
 
60 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 
 Rescue the perishing, 
 Duty demands it ; 
 Strength for thy labour the Lord will 
 provide ; 
 Back to the narrow way 
 Patiently win them, 
 Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died. 
 
 — Fanny Crotby. 
 
 IQ4 [Tune 164. 
 
 Bring them in that my hoxiae may befUled. 
 
 1 
 Gather them in, for there yet is room. 
 
 At the feast that the King has spread ; 
 Oh, gather them in, let his house be filled, 
 
 And the hungry and poor be fed. 
 
 Cho. — Out in the highway, out in the 
 by-wav. 
 Out in the dark depths of sin. 
 Go forth ! go forth with a loving 
 heart. 
 And gather the wanderers in. 
 2 
 Gather them in, for there yet is room, 
 But our hearts how they throb' with 
 pain, 
 To think of the many who slight the call, 
 That may never be heard again. 
 3 
 Gather them in, for there yet is room, 
 
 Tis a message from God above ; 
 Oh, gather them into the fold of grace. 
 And the arms of the Saviour's love. 
 
 — Fanny Crosby. 
 
 166 
 
 7,6,7,5,7,6,7,5. [Tune 165. 
 
 Son, go toork to-day in my vineyard. 
 
 Work, for the night is coming. 
 
 Work through the morning hours ; 
 Work while the dew is sparkling. 
 
 Work 'mid springing flowers ; 
 Work, when the day grows brighter, 
 
 Work in the glowing sun ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man's work is done. 
 2 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 Work through the sunny noon ; 
 Fill brightest hours with labour, 
 
 Rest comes sure and soon. 
 Give every flying minute 
 
 Somethmg to keep in store ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 When man works no more. 
 
 3 
 
 Work, for the night It coming, 
 
 Under the sunset skies ; 
 While their bright tints are glowing. 
 
 Work, for daylight flies ; 
 Work till the last beam fade^h, 
 
 Fadeth to shine no more ; 
 Work while the night is dark'niug, 
 
 When man's work is o'er. 
 
 —Annie L. Walker. 
 
 166 8s&7s. [Cornell. 
 
 Hope to the ei 
 1 
 Now, the sowing and the weeping. 
 
 Working hard, and waiting long; 
 Afterward, the golden reaping. 
 Harvest-home and grateful song. 
 2 
 Now, the long and toilsome duty, 
 
 Stone by stone to carve and bring ; 
 ^\.f terward, the perfect beauty 
 Of the palace of the King. 
 3 
 Now, the spirit conflict-riven, 
 
 Wounded heart, and painful strife ; 
 Afterward, the triumph given. 
 And the victor's crown of life. 
 4 
 Now, the training, hard and lowly, 
 
 Weary feet and aching brow ; 
 Afterward, the service holy. 
 And the Master's, "Enter thou !" 
 
 —Miss F. It Havergal. 
 
 167 [Tune 167. 
 Lo, I am toith you altbay. 
 
 1 
 
 To the work ! to the work ! we are ser- 
 vants of God, 
 
 Let us follow the path that our Master 
 has trod ; 
 
 With the balm of his counsel our strength 
 to renew, [find to do. 
 
 Let us do with our might what our hands 
 
 Cho. — Toiling on, toiling on, toiling on, 
 toiling on. 
 Let us hope and trust, let us watch 
 and pray, 
 And labour till the Master 
 comes. 
 
 2 
 To the work ! to the work ! let the hungry 
 
 be fed, 
 To the fountain of Life let the weary be 
 
 led; 
 
WORKING. 
 
 '!e.' 
 . 1, 
 
 61 
 
 In the cross and its banner our glory 
 shall be, 
 
 While we herald the tidings, "Salvation 
 is free/ ^* 
 
 3 
 
 To the work ! to the work ! there is la- 
 bour for all, 
 
 For the kingdom of darkness and error 
 shall fall ; 
 
 And the name of Jehovah exalted shall 
 be 
 
 In the loud swelling chorus, " Salvatuyn 
 is free/" 
 
 4 
 
 To the work ! to the work I in the strength 
 of the Lord, 
 
 And a robe and a crown shall our labour 
 reward ; 
 
 When the home of the faithful our dwell- 
 ing shall be. 
 
 And we shout with the ransomed — "Sal- 
 vation is free/" 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 168 [TUNK 168. 
 
 My Father worketh hitherto and I work. 
 
 1 
 There is work to do for Jesus, 
 
 Yes, a glorious work to do, 
 For a harvest fully ripened 
 
 Rich and golden lies in view ; 
 With a praver to God our Father 
 
 Let us all the work pursue, 
 For our risen Lord is calling, 
 
 And the harvesters are few. 
 
 Cho. — Yes, there's work to do for Jesus, 
 and the harvest is in view. 
 
 There's a gveat work everywhere 
 to do, 
 
 There is work to do for Jesus, and 
 the harvesters are few, 
 
 There's enough work for all to do. 
 
 2 
 
 There is work to do for Jesus, 
 
 And we hear the Saviour sw, 
 Why art standing here so idle, 
 
 At the noontide on the way ! 
 Even now I will accept thee ; 
 
 With the rest thy wages pay ; 
 Go and labour in mv vineyard, 
 
 Till the closing of the day. 
 3 
 Yes, there's work to do for Jesus ; 
 
 Who will answer to the call ? 
 See ! the vintage is abundant. 
 
 There is worn to do for all ; 
 
 God commands that we should labour. 
 Though the task our hearts appal; 
 
 For he claimeth our life service. 
 Till the shades of death shall fall. 
 
 — Mrs. L. H. Washington. 
 
 169 C. M. [Spohb. 
 So panteth my gotU after thee, God I 
 
 1 
 As 'jants the hart for cooling streams, 
 
 V4^hen heated in the chase. 
 So longs my soul, O God, for thee. 
 And thy refreshing grace. 
 2 
 For thee, my God, the living God, 
 
 My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
 Oh, when shall I behold thy face. 
 Thou Majesty divine ! 
 3 
 God of my strength, how long shall I, 
 
 Like one forgotten, mourn ? 
 Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed 
 To the oppressor's scorn. 
 4 
 Why restless, why cast down, my soid ? 
 
 riope still, and thou shalt sing 
 The praise of hir.a who is thy God, 
 Thy Saviour, and thy King. 
 
 —Tate and Brady. 
 
 170 [Tx^NK 17a 
 The shadows are faUing. 
 
 1 
 The shadows are falling, swift closeth the 
 
 day, 
 I hear a voice calling, h seemeth to sav, — 
 Oh, soul, hast thou gleaned well to-a.ay ? 
 In the world's harvest field, 
 With its full precious yield, 
 Has it vainly appealed, — 
 Oh, soul, hast thou gleaned well to-day? 
 
 Cho.— Hast thou gleaned, hast thou 
 gleaned, hast thou gleaned 
 well to-day ? 
 Oh, soul, hast thou gleaned well 
 to-day? 
 2 
 The day is deimrting, the darkness is 
 
 here; 
 Ah ! why am I starting, while heart beats 
 with fear. 
 Soul, hast tnou not gleaned well to-day? 
 In the world's busy throng. 
 Hast thou failed to be strong, 
 Weakly yielding to wrons', 
 Oh, hast thou not gleaned well to-cugrT 
 
52 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 3 
 
 The lifrht is appearing, the darkness is 
 
 gone, 
 For Jesu." Id ueariug, and tender his 
 t«ne, — 
 Oh, soul, in my might glean each day ; 
 When the harvest is o'er, 
 Shall l)e joy evennore. 
 If the sheaves at thy door 
 Shall say, thou hast tilled well thy day ! I 
 
 -Z>r. Btackall 
 
 Cko. — Bringing in the sheaves, bringing 
 in the sheaves, 
 We shall come rejoicing, bringing 
 in the sheaves. 
 2 
 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in tht* 
 shadows, 
 
 Fearing neither clouds nor winter's 
 
 ig 
 By-and-bv the harvest, and the labour 
 
 ring nei 
 chilhntf 
 
 chilling breeze ; 
 
 f Montgomery. 
 
 171 KM. 
 
 Go work in my vineyard. 
 
 1 
 
 Go labour on; siKiud, and l>e 8|>ent, 
 
 Thy joy to do the Fatlier'a will ; 
 
 It is the way the Master went, 
 
 Should not the servant tread it still ? 
 •> 
 
 Go labour on ; 'tis not for noiight, 
 
 Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain ; 
 Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not ; 
 The Master praises; what are myu? 
 3 
 Go lalkiur on, while it is day. 
 
 The world's dark night is liastening on ; 
 Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away ; 
 It is not thus that souls are won. 
 4 
 Men die in darkness at thy side 
 
 Without a hojKj to cheer tiie tomb ; 
 Take up the torch, and wave it wide, 
 The torch that lights timu's thickest 
 gloom. 
 
 f) 
 Toil on, faint not, ke«'p watch, und pray ; 
 
 Be wise, the erring soul to win ; 
 (Jo forth into the world's higliway, 
 ConijH.'l the wanderer to come in. 
 (5 
 Toil on, and iu ;hy toil rejoice ; 
 
 For t<)il comes r»»8t, ft)r exile home ; 
 Soon stialt thou hear the Bridegroom's 
 voice. 
 The miduiiij'ht |)eal, "Behold I come!" 
 
 — //. Pjuar. 
 
 172 [TUNfc iV2. 
 Th4 ha;-vf4t it the end mS the uvrld. 
 
 1 
 
 Sowing in tiie morning, sowing seeds of 
 
 kindness, I eve ; 
 
 So-^iug in the noontide, and the dewy 
 
 Wi«iting for the harvest, and the time of 
 
 reaping, [the sheaves. 
 
 We shall come rejoicing, bringing in 
 
 eUv-ied, 
 
 Wo shall come rejoicing, bringing in 
 the sheaves. 
 
 3 
 (joing forth with weeping, sowing for the 
 Master, 
 Though the loss sustained our spirit 
 often grieves ; 
 When our weeping's over, he will bid us 
 welcome, ^ [the sheaves. 
 
 We shall come rejoicing, bringing in 
 
 —K. Shaw. 
 
 173 [Tune 17a 
 
 Oo out into the highwayt atui hedge*. 
 
 1 
 
 " Call them in "- -the jxwr, the wretched, 
 
 Sin-stainetl wanderers from the fold; 
 Peace and pardon freely offer; 
 
 ( 'an you weigh their worth with gold ? 
 "Call them in '—the wt<ak, the weary, 
 
 Tiaden with tlu« doom of sin; 
 Bid tliem come and rest in Jesus; 
 
 He is waiting "Call them in." 
 2 
 "Call them in "—the Jew, the Gentile; 
 
 Bid the stranger to the feiist: 
 "('all tl'iin in "—the rich, the noble. 
 
 From the hii^hest to the least: 
 I Forth the Father runs to meet them, 
 
 He hath all their sorrows seen : 
 
 Kobe, and ring, and rnyal sandals, 
 W'ait the lost ones : " Call them 
 
 in.' 
 
 " Call them in "—the little children, 
 
 Tarrying far away . . . away; 
 Wait t)h, wait not for tc»-moiTow, 
 
 Christ would have them come to-day. 
 Follow on ! the Lamb is leading ! 
 
 He has conquennl- we shall win : 
 Bring the halt and blind to Jesus; 
 
 He will heal them : "Call them in." 
 4 
 "f^ill them ii. "—the brokcn-hearteil, 
 
 Cow'ring 'n'jath the brand vf shame t 
 S|)eak Love''* niessage, low and touder— 
 
 'IVas fur sinners Jesus ca'.ne: 
 
WORKINa 
 
 63 
 
 See ! the shadows lengthen round us, 
 Soon the Day-dawn will begin ; 
 
 Can you leave them lost and lonely? 
 Christ is coming: "Call them in." 
 
 — Anna !<hipton. 
 
 174 [TrxK 171. 
 
 V« nhall reap, if ye faint not. 
 
 1 
 Ho, reai^ers in the whitened harvest ! 
 
 ()ft feeble, faint, and few, 
 Come, wait unor. the blessed Master, 
 
 Our strength he will renew. 
 
 Cjio.— For they that wait u{)on the Lord 
 
 sliall renew their strength, 
 They shall mount uj) with wijijjfs. 
 
 they shall mount up with wind's 
 
 as eagles ; 
 They shall run and not l>e weary. 
 
 they shall walk and not faint. 
 
 2 
 
 Too oft aweary and discouraged, 
 
 We |X)ur a y:td complaint ; 
 Ik'lieving in a lirinij Savidur, 
 
 Why should we ever faint? 
 
 Ilejoice, for he is with us ahv.ay, 
 
 liO, oven t«> the end ! 
 rj<H)k up, take courage and ^t. forward. 
 
 All needed grace he'll send. 
 
 - J. B. WoodburiK 
 
 176 [Tt'NK 17."). 
 
 More labourerg into his vineyard. 
 
 1 
 
 Lo! the fields are white for harvest. 
 
 Ready is the golden grain ; 
 And the Master's voice is calling. 
 Calling uft, alas ! in vain. 
 
 Cho. — Gather while the morning shinetli. 
 (.tather while the noon is bright ; 
 Gatht^r while the day (leclijH'tli, 
 Gulden treasures till the night. 
 
 2 
 
 I^! the fitilds are white for harvest. 
 
 Thousands perish every day ; 
 While the Master loudly calleth, 
 
 Calleth \ts to work and pray. 
 3 
 Ijo! the fields are white for harvest ; 
 
 Htand we idle here to-day, 
 While the riiwned grain is waving, 
 
 And we hear the Master say ? 
 
 -L. Jf. Iloford. 
 
 176 [TuNKl76. 
 
 He had reaped unto the reeompenee of reward. 
 
 1 
 In the harvest field there is work to do, 
 l*\)r the grain is ri|)e, and the reai>ers few ; 
 And the Master's voict^ bids the workers 
 
 true 
 Heed the call that he gives to-day. 
 
 (^HO.— Labotir on ! lalwur on ! 
 
 Keep the bright reward in view i 
 For the Master has said, he will 
 
 strrngth rotiew ; 
 Labour on till the close of day ! 
 
 2 
 
 (^rowd the garntr well with Its sheaves 
 
 all bright. 
 Let the song Ihj glad, and the heart be 
 
 light; 
 Fill the precious hours, ere the shades of 
 
 night 
 Take the place of the golden day. 
 
 3 
 liO! the Harvest Home in the realms 
 
 alH»ve 
 Shall Iw gained by each who has toiled 
 
 and strove, 
 When the Master's voice, in its tones of 
 
 lovt'. 
 Calls away to eternal day. 
 
 -C. n. Blackall. 
 
 177 
 
 [TtNK 17; 
 
 Here am I, send me. 
 
 1 
 
 When immortal soi .s are dying. 
 Lord, w«' would not think of rest; 
 
 Hut we ask a Held of laUmr 
 Tlijit will HtTve an<l plense theti Ijest. 
 
 Clio -Anywhere thy steps to follow, 
 ()n a (U'sert though it be; 
 Anywlu're, if tliou but h«ad us, 
 Anywhere, (> Lord, with thee. 
 
 2 
 
 If among the {xror and lowly 
 
 Tliou dost call us by thy grace. 
 At the iH)Ht thy will aHsiirns us 
 
 We ar«» glad to take our place. 
 3 
 Though we may not see the fruitage 
 
 Of our toiling hero beh)w. 
 Every precious soul we gather 
 
 lu the future we shall kuuw. 
 
64 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 Choose for us our path of duty, 
 Teach us, Lord, our hearts are weak; 
 
 May thy blessed, holy Spirit 
 Give the words that we shall speak. 
 
 —Jennie Oamett. 
 
 178 [Tune 178. 
 Pray ye the Lord qf the harveet. 
 
 1 
 Oh, we are the reapers that gamer in 
 The sheaves of the good from the fields of 
 
 sin J [done. 
 
 With sickles of truth must the work be 
 And no one may rest till the "harvest 
 
 home. " 
 
 Oho. — We are the reapers ! oh, who will 
 come 
 And share in the glory of the 
 
 "harvest home?" 
 Oh, who will help ua to gamer in 
 The sheaves of good from the fields 
 of sin. 
 
 2 
 
 Qo out in the by-ways and search them 
 
 all ; [are tall; 
 
 The wheat may be there though the weeds 
 
 Then search in the highway, and pass 
 
 none by, 
 But gather' from all for the home on high. 
 
 3 
 
 The fields are all ripening, and far and 
 
 wide [tide ; 
 
 The world now is waiting the harvest 
 But the reapers are few, and the work is 
 
 grreat. 
 And much vrill be lost should the harvest 
 
 wait. 
 
 4 
 So come with your sickles, ye sons of 
 
 men. 
 And gather together the golden grain ; 
 Toil on till the sheaves of the Lord are 
 
 bound. 
 And joyfully home from the harvest 
 
 gix>und. 
 
 '-B. E. Rea/ord. 
 
 179 ITuNi 179. 
 B« kindly-affeetiontd one toward another. 
 
 Let us gather up the sunbeams 
 
 Lying all around our path ; 
 L«t us keep the wheat and roses, 
 
 Oaating out the thorns and ohkff. 
 
 Let us find our sweetest comfort 
 
 In the blessings of to-day. 
 With a patient hand removing , 
 
 All the briars from the way. 
 
 Cho.- Then scatter seeds of kindness, 
 Then scatter seeds of kindness. 
 Then scatter seeds of kindness. 
 For our reaping by-and-by. 
 
 2 
 If we knew the baby finders, 
 
 Pressed against the window-pane. 
 Would be cold and stiff to-morrow — 
 
 Never trouble us again — 
 Would the bright eyes of our darling, 
 
 Catch the frown upon our brow? 
 Would the prints of rosy fingers 
 
 Vex us then as they do now? 
 
 3 
 
 Ah ! those little ice-cold fingers. 
 
 How they point our memories back 
 To the hasty words and actions 
 
 Strewn along our backward track 1 
 How those little hands remind us, 
 
 As in snowy grace they lie. 
 Not to scatter thorns, but roses, 
 
 For our reaping by-and-by. 
 
 -Mre. A. Smith. 
 
 180 [TUNKlSO. 
 
 The fieldt are white unto the harsett. 
 
 1 
 Far and near the fields are teeming. 
 
 With the waves of riiwned grain; 
 Far and near their gold is gleaming, 
 
 0*er the sunny slope and plain. 
 
 Cho. — Lord of harvest, send forth 
 reajwrs ! 
 Hear us, Lord, to thee we cry ; 
 Send them now the sheaves to 
 gather. 
 Ere the harvest time pass by. 
 
 2 
 
 Send them forth with mom*s first beam- 
 ing, 
 
 Send them in the noontide's glare ; 
 When the sun's last rays are gleaming, 
 
 Bid them gather everywhere. 
 
 S 
 Oh, taou, whom thy Ijord is sending, 
 
 Gather now the sheaves of gold. 
 Heavenward then at evening wending 
 Thou shalt come with Joy untold. 
 
 —J, 0. Thomtpmm. 
 
WORKING. 
 
 55 
 
 181 7,6,5,5,6,4,6. [Edinburgh. 
 
 He gave to every man hin work 
 
 One more day's work for Josus, 
 One less of life for me ! 
 
 But heaven is nearer, 
 
 And Christ is dearer 
 Than yesterday, to me ; 
 
 His love and light 
 
 Fill all my soul to-night. 
 
 CflO. — One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One more day's work for Jesus, 
 One less of life for me ! 
 
 2 
 
 One more day's work for Jesus ! 
 How sweet the work has been, 
 To tell the story, 
 To show the glory, 
 "Where Christ's flock enter in I 
 How it did shine 
 lu this poor heart of mine ! 
 3 
 Oh, blessed work for Jesus I 
 Oh, rest at Jesus' feet! 
 There toil seems pleasure, 
 My wants are treasure, 
 And pain for him is sweet. 
 Lord, if I may, 
 I'll serve another day ! 
 
 —Slra. II.: Warner. 
 
 182 8s & 7s. [Autumn. 
 
 The Master u come, and calleth fur thee. 
 1 
 Hark, the voice of Josiis calling, 
 
 '•' Who will go and work to-day ? 
 Fields are white, and harvest's waiting. 
 
 Who will bear the sheaves away ?" 
 Loud and long the Master calleth, 
 
 'lich reward ho offers f i-ee ; 
 Who will answer, gladly saying, 
 
 •* ilere am I, O Lord, send me?" 
 2 
 If you cannot speak like an^rels, 
 
 if you cannct preach like Paul, 
 You can toll the love of Jesus, 
 
 You can say lie died for all ; 
 If you fail to rouse the wicked, 
 
 With the judprment's dread alarms 
 You may lead tne little childn'u 
 
 To the Saviour's waiting arms. 
 3 
 If you cannot be the watchman, 
 
 Standing high on Zion'w wall. 
 
 Pointing out the path to heaven. 
 Offering life and peace U) all ; 
 
 With your prayers and with your branties 
 You can do what heaven demand* • 
 
 You can be like faithful Aaron, 
 Holding up the prophet's handiL 
 
 -D. Mmrtk. 
 
 183 [TmlS3L 
 
 Cant thy bread upon the waitn. 
 1 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters. 
 Ye who have but scant supply. 
 Angel eyes will watch above it; — 
 
 You snail find it by-and-by ! 
 He who in his righteous balance 
 
 Doth each human action weigh 
 Will your sacrifice remember. 
 
 Will your loving deeds repay. 
 2 
 Cast thy bread ujxjn the waters. 
 
 Poor and weary, worn with care, — 
 Often sitting in the shadow, 
 
 Have you not a crumb to spare? 
 Can you not to those around you 
 
 Sing some little soiifj e'f hoj*. 
 As you look with longing vision 
 
 Through faith's mi^iftvy telescope! 
 3 
 Cast thy bread uiion tho waters. 
 
 Ye WHO have abundant store ; 
 It may float on many a billow. 
 
 It may strand on many a shore; 
 You may think it lost forever. 
 
 But, as sure as God is true. 
 In this life or in the other. 
 
 It will yet return to you. 
 4 
 Cast thy bread upon the water*. 
 
 Waft it on witli prr.ying breath. 
 In Romo distant, dcnibtful moment 
 
 It may save a soul from death; 
 When you sleep in solemn Kilenoe, 
 
 'Neath tli" m ' and evening d*w. 
 Stranger hands, / Uich you have siniaigiih- 
 oned. 
 
 May strew lilies over you. 
 
 184 {TCKB184. 
 
 Whateoevtr thy handjtndeth to do, do U mlA 
 thy uiijhL 
 1 
 There are lonely hearts to cheruh. 
 
 While the days are going by : 
 
 There are weary souls who perish. 
 
 While the days are guiug by ; 
 
56 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 If a smile we can renew, 
 
 As our journey we pursue, 
 Oh, the good we all may do. 
 
 While the days are going by 
 
 Cho.— Going by ! going by! 
 Going by ! going by 1 
 Oh, tne good we all may do. 
 While the days are going by ! 
 
 2 
 
 There's no time for idle scorning, 
 
 While the days are going by ; 
 Let your face be like tne morning, 
 
 Wnile the days are going by ; 
 Oh, the world i.s full of signs. 
 
 Full of sad and weeping eyes ; 
 Help your fallen brother rise, 
 
 While the days are going by. 
 3 
 All the loving links that bind us. 
 
 While the days are going by ; 
 One by one we leave behind us. 
 
 While the days are going by ; 
 But the seeds of good we sow, 
 
 Both in shade and shine will grow. 
 And will keep our hearts aglow. 
 
 While the days are going by. 
 
 ~G. Cooper. 
 
 186 [TuNRlS;-). 
 
 Well done, good avd faithful germnt, 
 1 
 I want to be a worker for the Tiord, 
 I want to love and trust his holy word ; 
 I want to sing and pray, and be busy 
 every day, 
 In the vineyard of the Lord. 
 
 Cho. — I will work, I will prav, 
 
 In '.he vineyard, in the vineyard 
 o/ the Lonl ; 
 I will work, I will pray, I will 
 labour every day. 
 In the vineyard of the Lord. 
 
 2 
 
 I want to be a worker every day, 
 I want to lead the erring in the way 
 That leads to heaven above, where all is 
 I)eace and love, 
 In the kingdom of the Lord. 
 8 
 I want to be a worker strong and brave, 
 I want to trust in Jesus' power to save ; 
 All who will truly oome, shall find a 
 happy home 
 In the kingdom of the Lord. 
 
 I want to be a worker ; help me. Lord, 
 To lead the lost and erring to thy word. 
 That points to joys on hign, where pleas- 
 ures never die, 
 In the kingdom of the Lord. 
 
 —J. Baltzell. 
 
 186 rTuXBl86. 
 And he was gpeeehless I 
 
 1 
 " Must I go — and empty-handed ? — 
 
 Thus my dear Redeemer meet ? 
 Not one day of service give him, 
 
 Lay no trophy at his feet ? " 
 
 Cho. — "Must I go — and empty-handed? 
 Must I meet my Saviour so ! 
 Not one soul with which to greet 
 him? 
 Must I empty-handed go ?" 
 
 2 
 
 "Not at death I shrink or falter, 
 For my Saviour saves me now ; 
 But to meet him empty-handed ! — 
 Thought of that now clouds my 
 brow ! " 
 
 3 
 " Oh, the years of sinning wasted, 
 
 Could I but recall t»jem now, 
 I would give them to my Saviour: 
 To his will I'd gladly bow." 
 4 
 Oh, ye saints ! arouse ; be earnest ! 
 Uj) and work while yet 'tis day. 
 Ere the night of deMh o'ertake you ! 
 Strive for souls while yet you may. 
 
 —C.C. Luther. 
 
 187 [Tune 187. 
 The field i» the world. 
 
 1 
 Disciples of Jesus, why stand ye here 
 idle? 
 Go work in his vineyard, he calls ui 
 to-day ; 
 The night is approaching when no man 
 can labour, 
 Our Master commands us, and shall we 
 delay? 
 
 Cho.— Our field is the world ! Our field 
 is the world f 
 Look up, for tiie harvest is near: 
 When the reapers from glory will 
 
 shout as they come. 
 And the Lord of the vineyard 
 appear. 
 
CONFLICT. 
 
 67 
 
 Our field ia the world, and our work is 
 before us, 
 To each is appointed a message to bear ; 
 At home or abroad, in the cottage or 
 
 palace, 
 Wlierever directed our mission is there. 
 
 3 
 Perhaps we are called from the highways 
 and hedges, [oppressed ; 
 
 To gather the lowly, despised, and 
 If this be our duty, then why should we 
 falter? ^ [the rest. 
 
 We'll do it, and trust to our Saviour 
 4 
 Instead of the thorn shall the mrytle be 
 planted : 
 The desert shall blossom and bloom 
 as the rose ; 
 The palm tree rejoicing, shall spread 
 forth her branches ; 
 The lamb and the lion together repose. 
 
 -P. PhUlipa. 
 
 OONPLI-OT. 
 
 188 C.M. [Tune 188. 
 
 Fight ths good fight c^f faith. 
 1 
 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 A follower of the Lamb, 
 And shall I fear to own his cause. 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 Cho.— Help me, O Lord, that I may 
 
 stand ; 
 Make bold my heart, and strong 
 
 my hand : 
 Help me to fight, thy cross to bear, 
 Till I the crown oi life shall wear. 
 
 3 
 
 Must I be carried to the skies 
 
 On flowery beds of ease. 
 While others fought to wm the prize. 
 
 Or sailed through bloody seas 7 
 
 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 Must I not stem the AoikI ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 
 To help me on to God ? 
 4 
 Sure i must fight, if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage. Lord ; 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain. 
 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 —Itaac Watt$. 
 
 189 CM. [Maitland, 
 
 Whotoever doth not bear hi$ erou cannot he 
 
 my disciple. 
 
 1 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 
 
 And all the world go free ? 
 No ; there's a cross for every one. 
 
 And there's a cros3 for me. ' 
 
 2 
 
 How happy are the saints above, 
 Who once went sorrowing here ! 
 
 But now they taste unmin^ed love. 
 And joy without a tear. 
 
 3 
 
 The consecrated cross I'll bear 
 Till death shall set me free, 
 
 And then go home, my crown to wear. 
 For there's a crown for me. 
 
 —Thomat Shepherd. 
 
 190 S.M.D. [Tune 7. 
 
 Let the same mind be in you that tcaaaUo in 
 Christ. 
 
 1 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
 
 And put your armour on ; 
 Strong m the strength which God supplies 
 
 Through his eternal Son ; 
 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 
 
 And in his mightv power, 
 Who in the strengtn of Jesus trusts, 
 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 1 
 
 Stand then in his great might, 
 
 With all his strength euaued ; 
 But take to arm you f- r the fight, 
 
 The panoply of Goo , 
 That having all things done, 
 
 And all your conflicts passed, 
 Ye may o'orcomo, through Christ a'one, 
 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
 Leave no unguarded i>laoe, 
 
 No weakness of the soul ; 
 Take every virtue, every graoe^ 
 
 And fortify the whole ; 
 Indissolubly ioined, 
 
 To battle all proceed ; 
 But arm yourselves with all the mind 
 
 That was in Christ, your Head. 
 
 — C. WetUy. 
 
68 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 191 
 
 7,7,7,6. [Caledonia. 
 
 Take unto you the whole armour of God. 
 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise ! 
 
 Lo ! your Leader from tlie skies 
 
 Waves before you glory's prize, 
 
 The prize of victory. 
 Seize your armour, gird it on ; 
 Now the battle will be won ; 
 See, the strife will soon be done; 
 
 '''hen struggle manfully. 
 2 
 Now the fight of faith begin, 
 Be no more the slaves of sin. 
 Strive the victor's palm to '.vin, 
 
 Trusting in the Lorci : 
 
 Gird ye on the armour bright, 
 
 Warriors of the King of li^ht, 
 
 Never yield, nor lose by flight 
 
 Your divine reward. 
 
 I 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus conquerad when he fell, 
 Met and vanquished earth and hell ; 
 Now he leads you on to swell 
 
 The triumphs t»f his cross. 
 Though all earth and hell appear, 
 Wlio will doubt, or who can fear? 
 G(k1, our strengtli and shield, \h near; 
 
 We cannot lose our cause. 
 4 
 Onward, then, yo hosts of God ! 
 J ♦•sua points the victor's rod ; 
 Follow M'here your Leader trod ; 
 
 You soon bhall see his face. 
 Soon, your enemies all slain. 
 Crowns of glory you shall gain, 
 Soon you'll join that glorious train 
 
 Who shout their Saviour's praise. 
 
 ~ J. B. WaUrbury. 
 
 192 [Tune 192. 
 
 2n the name (if our God we wiJ net up our 
 bannera. 
 1 
 Sound the battle-cry ! 
 See ! the foe is nigh ; 
 Raise the standard high for the Lord ; 
 Gird your armour on : 
 Stand firm, every one ; 
 R«st your cause uix>n his holy word. 
 
 Oho.— Rouse, then, soldiers I rally round 
 
 the banner! [ttlong: 
 
 Ready! steady! pass the wora 
 
 Ouwarcl ! forward I shout a loud 
 
 hosanna I [tlirong. 
 
 Christ is Captain of the mighty 
 
 Strong to meet the foe, 
 
 Marching on we go. 
 While our cause, we know, must prevail ; 
 
 Shield and banner bright 
 
 Gleaming in the light ; 
 
 Battling for the right, we ne'er cr. *aiL 
 
 3 
 
 O thou God of all! 
 
 Hear us when we call ; 
 Help us, one and all, by thy grace; 
 
 When the battle's done, 
 
 And the victory won. 
 May we wear the crown before thy face ! 
 
 - W. F. S)iervnn. 
 
 m 
 
 193 [St. Gertrude. 
 
 Speak unto the children qf Israel, that they 
 go/onvard, 
 1 
 Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 
 Marching as to war, 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 
 Who 18 gone before I 
 Christ, the Royal Waster, 
 
 Leads against the foe ; 
 Forward into battle. 
 See, his banners go ! 
 
 . Cho.— Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 Marching as to war, 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 Who is gone before I 
 
 2 
 
 Like a mighty army. 
 
 Moves tlie Churcn of God ; 
 Brothers, we are treading 
 
 Where the saints have trod; 
 We are not divided. 
 
 All one body we, 
 One in hope and doctrine, 
 
 One in charity 
 
 3 
 
 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
 
 Kingdoms rise and wane. 
 But the Church of Jesus 
 
 Constant will remain ; 
 Gates of hell can never 
 
 'Gainst that Church prevail ; 
 We have Christ's own promiso, 
 
 Which can never faiL 
 
 4 
 
 Onward, then, ye people, 
 Join our happy throng; 
 
 Blend with ours your voioM 
 In the triumph soug. 
 
CONFLICT. 
 
 69 
 
 Glory, praise, and honour. 
 
 Men and ange]s s\ng, 
 Through the countless ages, 
 
 Unto Christ the King. 
 
 —a B. Gould. 
 
 194 [Tune 194, 
 
 Terrible at an army with banners. 
 1 
 With our colours waving bright in the 
 blaze of gos^iel light 
 We are marshalled on the world's great 
 field; 
 We are ready for the strife and the 
 battle work of life. 
 Ever trusting in the Lord our shield. 
 
 Cho.— Glory to God! we are marching, 
 marching on. 
 Marching to a home above ; 
 Glory to God ! we are marching, 
 marching on, 
 Happy in a Saviour's lov& 
 2 
 Oft the tempter we shall meet, but we 
 will not tear defeat, [fly ; 
 
 Though his arrows at our ranks may 
 Through a Saviour's mighty love more 
 than conquerors we shall prove, 
 Shouting, Glory be to God on high. 
 3 
 We have girded on the sword and the 
 armour of the Lord, 
 We have taken up the cross he bore : 
 Oh, the trophies we shall win, uh, tne 
 victory over sin. 
 When the battle and the strife are o'er ! 
 4 
 Soon we'll reach the pearly gate, where 
 the blessed army wait, [ring ; 
 
 Soon their welcome, welcome song may 
 When we lay our armour down and 
 receive a starry crow»', 
 Shouting, Glory be to God our King! 
 
 —Jennie Oam^tt. 
 
 196 7s & 66. fWEBB. 
 
 Quit you like men, 
 1 
 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ! 
 Lift high his royal banner ; 
 
 It must not suffer loss : 
 From victory unto victory 
 
 His army will he lead. 
 Till everv foe is vanquished. 
 And Coriit is Lord ind«(td. 
 
 Stand up ! stand up for Je»>us I 
 
 Stand in his streuKtii alone; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you ; 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 Put on the grwpel am.our, 
 
 And, watching unto prayer. 
 Where duty calls, or danger, 
 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
 3 
 
 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! 
 
 The strife will not be long ; 
 This day the noise of battle, 
 
 The next the victor's song, 
 To him that overcometh 
 
 A crown of life shall be ; 
 He with the King of glory 
 
 ShaU reign eternally. 
 
 —O. Duffield. 
 
 196 6s & 7s. 
 
 [St. Theresa. 
 
 More than conqueror. 
 
 1 
 Brightly gleams our banner 
 
 Pointing to the sky, 
 Waving wanderers onward 
 
 To their home on high. 
 Joumeving o'er the desert, 
 
 Gladly thus we pray, 
 And with hearts united 
 
 Take (jur heavenward way. 
 
 Cho. — Brightly gleams our banner 
 Fi'-itmg to the sky, 
 Waving wanderers onward 
 To their home on high. 
 
 2 
 Jesus, Lor< \ and Master, 
 
 At th^ I Msred feet. 
 Here with hearts rejoicing 
 
 Bee th; children meet; 
 O'ten ha .e we left thee, 
 
 Often gone astray, 
 Keep \is, mighty Saviour, 
 
 In the narrow way. 
 
 3 
 
 All our days direct us 
 
 In the way we ^o, 
 Lead us on victorious 
 
 Over every foe : 
 Bid thine angels shield us 
 
 When the storm-clouds loweri 
 ■Pardon, Lord, and save us 
 
 In the last dread hour. 
 
 — T. J, Potter. 
 
00 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 TRIUMPH. 
 
 be 
 
 197 [TuNK 197. 
 
 Unto him $hall the gathering qf the people be. 
 
 One by one, our loved ones slowly 
 Pass beyond the bounds of time ; 
 
 One by one, among the holy, 
 Sing the victor's song sublime. 
 
 Cho.— One by one, one by one. 
 
 We shall soon, yes, soon 
 there ; 
 One by one, yes, one by one. 
 We shall endless glory share. 
 2 
 One by one, soon we shall gather, 
 Not as we have gathered here — 
 Bowed and broken, — but the rather, 
 In eternal youth api)ear 
 3 
 One by one our ranks are thinning — 
 Thinning here but swelling there ; 
 One by one bright crowns are winning, 
 Crowns they shall forever wear. 
 4 
 Good-bye ! hail ! the fondly cherished. 
 
 Tears and joys are ours to-day ; 
 
 Some have gone, and lo ! the others 
 
 Hasten on the shortening way. 
 
 ~E. a. Stoket. 
 
 198 [TcNB 198. 
 
 lam the light of the world. 
 
 1 
 
 The Lord is my light, then why'should I 
 
 fear? 
 By day and by night his presence is near; 
 He is my salvation from sorrow and sin ; 
 This blessed persuasion the Sp''^it brings 
 in. 
 
 Cho.— The Lord is my light, ) : j jy and 
 my song ; 
 By day and by night he leads me 
 
 alonflf, 
 The Lord is my light, my joy and 
 
 my song ; 
 By day and by night he leads me 
 along. 
 
 2 
 The Lord is my light, though clouds may 
 
 arise; 
 Faith stronger than sight looks up to the 
 
 skies : 
 When Jesus forever in fflory doth rei^. 
 Then bow can I ever in oarluiww renmm? 
 
 The Lord is my light, the Lord is my 
 
 strength ; 
 I know m his might I'll conquer at 
 
 length ; 
 My weakness in mercy he covers witli 
 
 jpowerj [hour. 
 
 And walking by faith he saves me each 
 
 4 
 The Lord is my light, my all and in all ; 
 There is in his sight no darkness at all ; 
 He is my Redeemei, my Saviour and 
 
 King; [sing. 
 
 With saints and with angels his praises I 
 
 —Jamea Nicholson. 
 
 199 78. ' [Seville. 
 
 Like unto leaven, which a womantook and hid 
 
 in three meatu. es of metU, tUl the 
 
 whole was leavened, 
 
 1 
 
 See how great a flame aspires, 
 
 Kindled bv a spark of grace I 
 Jesus' love the nations fires, 
 
 Setd the kingdoms on a blaze : 
 To bring fire on earth he came. 
 
 Kindled in some hearts it is ; 
 Oh, that all might catch the flame, 
 
 All partake the glorious bliss I 
 2 
 When he first the work begun, 
 
 Small and feeble was his day ; 
 Now the word doth swiftly run, 
 
 Now it wins its widening way : 
 More and more it spreads and grows, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail. 
 Sin's stroneholds it now o'erthrows. 
 
 Shakes tne trembling gates of holL 
 3 
 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 
 
 Little as a human hand? 
 Now it spreads along the skies. 
 
 Hangs o'er all the thirsty land: 
 Lo ! the promise of a shower 
 
 Drops alread)^ from above ; 
 But the Lord will shortly pour 
 
 All the Spirit of his love ! 
 
 — C. WetUy. 
 
 200 [TUNV 200. 
 
 / know there' a a reat. 
 
 1 
 I know there's a rest that remaineth for 
 me, 
 A rest when my joumev is o'er ; (see. 
 I know that the ransomed in bliu I ■hall 
 And labour and loriow no mora. 
 
PRAYER. 
 
 61 
 
 Cho.— Then onward I'll go, and with 
 courage I'll tread [trod, 
 
 The path my Redeemer has 
 Since he hath declared there re- 
 maineth a rest, 
 A rest for the people of God. 
 
 2 
 
 I know there's a rest that remaiueth for 
 me, 
 A rest with my Saviour above, 
 Where, clothed m his image, his face I 
 shall see. 
 And feast on the smile of his love. 
 
 I know there's a rest that remaineth for 
 
 I'll patiently wait till it come, — 
 Till angels shall bear me away on their 
 wings. 
 And Jesus shall welcome me home. 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 201 0. M. [Tune 134. 
 
 Lord, teach tu to pray. 
 
 1 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 Uttered or unexpressed ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire. 
 
 That tremble" in the breast. 
 
 2 
 
 Prayer is the > jurden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear ; 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 
 When none but God ia near. 
 
 3 
 
 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 Tne Majesty on high. 
 
 4 
 
 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 lietuming from his ways ; 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 
 And cry, ** Behold he prays ! " 
 
 5 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 Tne Christian's native air ; 
 His watchword at the gates of death ; 
 
 He enters heaven by prayer. 
 
 6 
 Oh, thou by whom we come to God, 
 
 The Life, the Truth, the Wav ! 
 The imth of prayer thyself ha.sc trod ; 
 Lord, teach us how to pray. 
 
 — Montgomery. 
 
 202 
 
 (TuNK 202. 
 
 Pray without ceairing. 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of 
 
 prayer ! 
 That calls me from a world of care, 
 And bids me at my Father's throne 
 Make all my wants and wishes known : 
 In seasons of distress and grief, 
 My sou] has often found relief; 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare. 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare. 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 2 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of 
 
 prayer ! 
 Thy wings shall my petition bear, 
 To him whose truth and faithfulness. 
 Engage the waiting soul to bless ; 
 And since he bids me seek his face, 
 Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
 I'll cast on him my every care, 
 And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 of 
 
 3 
 
 prayer ! 
 
 sweet hour of 
 
 Sweet hour 
 prayer ! 
 May I thy consolation share ; 
 Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
 I view my home and take my night ; 
 This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise 
 To seize the everlasting prize ; 
 And shout, while passing through the air, 
 Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayr I 
 
 — W. W. Wal/urd. 
 
 203 [TuNB 203. 
 
 Hit eart are open to their prayer. 
 
 1 
 'Tis the blessed ' our U prayer, when our 
 
 hearts lowly bend, 
 And we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and 
 
 friend ; 
 If we come to him in faith, his protection 
 
 to share, 
 What a balm for the weary ! Oh, how 
 
 sweet to b« there ! 
 
62 
 
 PRAYING. 
 
 praj'er, trusting 
 we're needing we'll 
 
 Cho.— Blessed hour of prayer, 
 Blessed hour of prayer ; 
 What a balm for the weary ! 
 Oh, how sweet to be there ! 
 2 
 Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the 
 
 Saviour draws near, ^ 
 With a tender compassion his children to 
 
 hear: 
 When ne tells ua we may cast at his feet 
 
 every care. 
 What a balm for the wear}' ! Oh, how 
 sweet to be there ! 
 3 
 Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the 
 
 tempted and tried 
 To the Saviour who loves them their 
 
 sorrow confide ; 
 With a sympathizing heart he removes 
 
 every care ; 
 What a balm for the weary! Oh, how 
 sweet to be there ! 
 4 
 At the blessed hour of 
 
 him we believe 
 That the blessing 
 
 surely receive, 
 In the fulness of this trust we shall lose 
 
 every care. 
 What a balm for the weary! Oh, how 
 sweet to be there ! 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 204 L-M. [Eucharist. 
 
 / wiU appear in the cloud upon the 
 
 inercy-teat 
 
 1 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes. 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 Tis found beneath the mercy-seat 
 
 2 
 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads, 
 A place than all besides more sweet ; 
 It 18 the blood-bought mercy-seat. 
 
 3 
 There is a place where spirits blend. 
 Where friend holds fellowship with 
 
 friend ; 
 Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy -seat. 
 
 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 When tempted, desolate, dismayed? 
 Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
 Had suffering saints no mercy-seat ? 
 
 6 
 There, there on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense molest no more ; 
 And heaven comes down our souls to 
 
 greet, 
 While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
 - U. Stowell. 
 
 205 [CHA.vr. 
 
 After thii manner, pray ye I 
 
 Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed 
 be thy rsame. 
 
 Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on 
 earth as it is in heaven. 
 
 Give us this day our daily bread ; 
 
 And forgive us our trespasses, as we for- 
 give those who trespass against us. 
 
 And lead us not into temptation, but 
 deliver us from evil : 
 
 For thine is the kingdom, and the power, 
 and the glory, forever and ever. 
 Amen. 
 
 —The Lord's Prayer. 
 
 PRAYiNG. 
 
 for thk holt bpirit. 
 206 &-«8. [Meltta. 
 
 He brought them out qf their distresses. 
 
 1 
 Eternal Father ! strong to save, 
 Whose ann doth bind the restless wave, 
 Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep 
 Its own appointed limits keep : 
 Oh, hear us when we cry to thee 
 For those in peril on the sea 1 
 
 2 
 O Saviour ! who«e almighty word 
 The winds and waves submissive heard. 
 Who walkedst on the foaming deep. 
 And calm amidst its rage did sleep : 
 Oh, hear us when we cry to thee 
 For those in {leril on the sea ! 
 
 3 
 O Sacretl Spirit ! who didst brood 
 I^pun the chaos dark and rude, 
 who bad'st it« angry tumults cease. 
 And gavest light, and life, and peace : 
 Oh, hear us w-heu we cry to thee 
 For those in peril on the sea I 
 
 4 
 Oh, Trinity of love and power ! 
 Our brethren shield in danger's hour; 
 
FOR THE HOLY SPIHTT. 
 
 69 
 
 rinrn rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
 l'iT)tect them wliere.joe'er they go; 
 And ever let there rise to thee 
 Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 
 
 — W. Whitiui,. 
 
 207 [Tt'NE 115. 
 
 He shall give you another Coin/orter. 
 
 1 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine. 
 Let thy li^nt within me shine I 
 All my guilty fears remove ; ^ 
 
 Fill me with thy heavenly love. * 
 
 2 
 
 Speak thy pardoning grace to me ; 
 Set the burdened sinner free ; 
 Lead me to the Lamb of God ; 
 Wash me in his precious blood. 
 
 3 
 
 Life and peace to me impart; 
 Seal salvation on my heart ; 
 Breathe thj'self into my breast, 
 Earnest of eternal rest. 
 
 4 
 Let me never from thee stray ; 
 Keep me in the narrow way ; 
 Fill my soul with joy divine ; 
 Keep me, Lord, forever thine. 
 
 — J. Stalker. 
 
 208 L.M- "^Wareham. 
 
 Quench not the Spirit. 
 
 1 
 Oh, thon who camest from above 
 
 The pure celestial fire to impart, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 Ou the mean altar of my heart. 
 
 2 
 There let it for thy glory bum 
 
 With inextinguishabh^ blaze ; 
 And trembling to its source return, 
 
 In humble prayer and fervent praise. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesiis, confirm my heart's desire 
 To work, and s|)eak, and think for thee ; 
 
 Still let me guard the holy fire, 
 And still stir up thy gift in me. 
 
 4 
 Ready for all thy i)erfect will. 
 
 My acts of faith and love rei)eat, 
 
 Till aeath thy endless mercieM seal, 
 
 And nmke the B^crifioe oumplete. 
 
 — C. We$ley. 
 
 209 
 
 C. M. [Tune 14. 
 
 / will heal their hacktliding*. 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and licavenly frame ; 
 A light, to shine upon the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 2 
 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 When first I saw the Ixml ? 
 Where is that 8<>iil-refreshing view 
 
 Of Jesus and his word 1 
 3 
 ^V]1at i)e{U5pfiil hours I then enjoyed. 
 
 How sweet tlieir memory still ! 
 But now I find an a<;hinpr void, 
 
 Tlje world can never fill. 
 4 
 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sins that made thee inonrn, 
 
 That di-ove thoe from my breast. 
 
 — W. Cowper. 
 
 'S 
 
 210 8,7,8,7,4,7. 
 
 / will giiide thee. 
 
 [TUNK 86. 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 
 Pilgrim througli this barren land ; 
 I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand : 
 
 Bread of heaven 1 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 2 
 Open now the crj'stal fountjiin, 
 
 Whence the healing waters flow; 
 Ijet the fiery, cloudy pillar, 
 Leiul me all niy journey through : 
 
 Strong Deliverer! 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 3 
 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 
 Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
 Bear me through the swelling current; 
 liand me safe on Canaan's side: 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to tht«. 
 
 — FT. William*. 
 
 211 [TINB211. 
 
 Unto him he glory ftrr ever and ever. 
 
 1 
 We praise thee, O God ! for the Son of 
 
 thy love, . 
 For Jesus who died, and is now gone 
 
 above I 
 
M 
 
 PRAYING. 
 
 Cho. 
 
 -Hallelujah ! thine the glory, Hal- 
 lelujah, amen. 
 Hallelujah ! thine the glory, revive 
 us again. 
 2 
 We praise thee, O God ! for thy spirit of 
 
 light. 
 Who nas shown us our Saviour, and 
 scattered our night. 
 
 3 
 
 All glory and praise to the Lamb that 
 
 was slain, 
 Who has borne all our sins, and cleansed 
 
 every stain. 
 
 4 
 All glory and praise to the God of all 
 
 grace, 
 Who has bought us, and sought us, and 
 
 guided our ways. 
 5 
 Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy 
 
 love ; 
 May each soul be rekindled with fire 
 
 from above. 
 
 —W. P. McKay. 
 
 212 " [Tune 212. 
 
 J^ any man sin, ice have an advocate 
 loith the Father. 
 1 
 I have a Saviour, he's pleading in glory, 
 A dear, loving Saviour, though earth- 
 friends be few ; 
 And now he is watching in tenderness 
 o'er me, 
 And oh, that my Saviour were your 
 Saviour too ! 
 
 Cho. — For you I am praying, 
 
 For you I am praying, 
 
 For you I am praying, 
 
 I'm praying for you. 
 
 2 
 I have a Father : to me he has given 
 
 A hope for eternity, blessed and true ; 
 And soon will he call me to meet him in 
 heaven. 
 But oh, that he'd let me bring you with 
 me too! 
 
 3 
 I have a robe : 'tis resplendent in white- 
 ness. 
 Awaiting in glory r~iy wondering view ; 
 Oh, when I receive it all shinnig in 
 brightness. 
 Dear friend, could I see you receiving 
 one tool 
 
 I have a peace : it is calm as a river — 
 A peace that the friends of this world 
 never knew ; 
 My Saviour alone is its Author and 
 Giver, 
 And oh, could I know it was given to 
 youl 
 
 5 
 When Jesus has found you, tell otherb 
 the story. 
 That my loving Saviour is your Saviour 
 tpo; 
 Then pray that your Saviour may bring 
 them to glory. 
 And prayer will be answered — 'twas 
 answered for you ! 
 
 —S. O. Cluff. 
 
 FOR PABDON. 
 
 213 8,8,6,8,8,6. [Mkribah. 
 
 Wise unto talvation. 
 
 1 
 Be it my only >vi8doin here, 
 To serve the Lord with filial fear, 
 
 \Vith loving gratitude ; 
 Superior sense may I display, 
 By shunning every evil way, 
 
 And walking in the good. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, may I still from sin depart ! 
 A wise and understanding neart, 
 
 Jesus, to me be given ; 
 And let me through thy spirit know. 
 To glorify my God fc ' jw. 
 
 And find my w&j co heaven. 
 
 — C. WesUy. 
 
 214 [Tune 214. 
 / teiU deliv«r thee and con\fort thee. 
 
 Oh, hear my cry, be gracious now to me ! 
 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 My soul, bowed down, is longing now for 
 thee. 
 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 Cho. — I've wandered far away o'er moun- 
 tains cold, 
 I've wandered far away from 
 home; 
 Oh, take me now, and bring me 
 to thy fold. 
 Come, Great Deliverer, cornel 
 
FOR DIVINE HELP. 
 
 66 
 
 2 
 
 I have no place, no shelter from the night, 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 One look from thee would give me life 
 and light, 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 3 
 
 My path is lone, and weary are my feet, 
 Come, Great Deliverer, cOme ! 
 
 Mine eyes look up thy loving smile to 
 meet! 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 Thou wilt not spurn contrition's broken 
 sigh. 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 Regard my prayer, and hear my humblo 
 cry; 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 —Fanny Croahy. 
 
 215 [Tune 21.-). 
 
 C<yme unto vm all ye that labour. 
 
 1 
 
 Lead me to Jesus, my soul is so weary. 
 Weary of 1}earing the yoke of sin ; 
 
 Dark clouds above me, my pathway i.s 
 dreary, 
 Joy never dwells my sad heart within. 
 
 Cho. — Lead me to Jesus, lead me to-day; 
 Lead me to Jesus, lead me, I 
 pray ; 
 Tenderly, carefully, lovmgly, 
 prayerfully ; 
 Lead me to Jesus. 
 
 Mountains impassable, sins rise around 
 me. 
 Hiding the light of the Father's face ; 
 Sitting in darkness, sin fetters have 
 bound me, 
 Vainly I struggle without his grace. 
 
 Lead me to Jesus, my soul now returning, 
 
 Seeks in his bosom its resting-place ; 
 Lead me to Jeeus, my heart now is 
 burning. 
 Longing for mercy, and love, and 
 grace. 
 
 —FfttMif Cro$by. 
 
 6 
 
 fob divine help. 
 
 216 6,4,6,4,6,6,4. [Bethaxt. 
 £ut Peter followed him ajar vff. 
 
 1 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee ; 
 E'en though it be a cro^s 
 
 That raiseth me ; 
 Still all my song shall be. 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 2 
 
 Though, like the wanderer, 
 
 Daylight all gone. 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 My rast a stone ; 
 Yet, in my dreams, I'd be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 3 
 
 There let the way appear 
 
 Steps up to heaven ; 
 All that thou sendest me 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 4 
 Then, with my waking thoughts 
 
 Bright with thy praise. 
 Out of my stony gnefs 
 
 Bethel I'll raise; 
 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 5 
 And when on joyful wing 
 
 Cleaving the sky. 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 
 
 Upward I fly ; 
 Still all my song shall be. 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 —Mr$. S. F. Adam». 
 
 217 Ss&Ts. [Tune 217. 
 
 Then i$ a Friend that gtieketh elo$er than a 
 brother. 
 
 1 
 What a Friend we have in Jesus, 
 
 AH our sins and griefs to bear ! 
 What a privilege to carry 
 
 Everything to Qod in prayw I 
 
 ■:ii 
 
 I 
 
66 
 
 PRAYTNO. 
 
 Oh, what peace we oft«n forfeit, 
 Oh, what nee<ne.ss puin we bear. 
 
 All because we do not carry 
 ilveiythiiig to (lot! in prayer ! 
 
 2 
 Have »vf> trials and teuintations? 
 
 Is then' t; ouhle anywhere i 
 We should never Jje discouraged, 
 
 Take it Ui t\w Lord in prayer. 
 Can we tind a friend smj faithful 
 
 Who will all our sormws share? 
 JesuH knows our every weaknass, 
 
 Talce it to the Loni in prayer. 
 
 3 
 
 Are we weak and heavy-hulon, 
 
 CunilH'recl w th ;<. load (»f care? 
 Preci>)us ISavii.ur. still our ref\ijje, 
 
 Take it to tut" I/ord iu n aver. 
 1a. thy friend.s despise, forsake thee? 
 
 Take it to tlie Lord in nray* . ; 
 In hirt amis he'll ta':e aiul shi«'ld thye. 
 
 Thou wilt Hud a wtlace there. 
 
 —U. Bonar. 
 
 218 Sb&7h. [NKTTLinON. 
 
 liilhertu Ituth the Lord heli)ed u». 
 
 1 
 C«mie, thou Fount of every blessing. 
 
 Tune njy heart to sing thy grace, 
 Streams of niercy, never ceasnig, 
 
 < ■all for songs of lou-Jcst praise. 
 Teaeh n»e woiiie celestial nieas\ire, 
 
 Suii>c by ransomed hosts aUtve; 
 Oh, the vast, the iMi'indless treasure 
 
 Of my Lonl's luichanging luve. 
 
 2 
 
 H(>re T raise my ElnMie/.er; 
 
 Hither l)y thy help I'vectMno; 
 And I ho|Mt, l)> thy giMtd pletutunt, 
 
 Safely to arrive* at lionte. 
 ilesns sought me when a stranger, 
 
 \V:uuh<ring from the foUl of (>ud; 
 ll»i, to rescue uif from dai'^or, 
 
 lnteri)os«'d his priu-ious b'^MxI. 
 
 Oh, to ^raee lunv great a (debtor 
 
 l)aity I'm onstraMted to Ih«! 
 Let thy gocMhu ss, like a fetter. 
 
 Hind :uy wandering lu'art to t!im>. 
 Prone to wander, L«>rd, I feel it, 
 
 Prone to leave the (ind I love; 
 Uere'B my heart, oh, take and scuil it, 
 
 Seal it for thy courts above ! 
 
 —H. Ruhinion. 
 
 219 6,4,6,4,6,6,4. [Tcnb219. 
 
 / will love thee, Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 More love to thee, O Christ, 
 
 More love to thee ; 
 Hear thou the prayer I make, 
 
 On l>ended knee ; 
 This is my earnest plea, 
 More love, O Christ, to thee, 
 
 More love to thee. 
 
 Once earthly joy I craved, 
 Sought i)eace and rest ; 
 
 Now thee alone I seek, 
 (iive what is Iwst: 
 
 This all my prayer •«hall be. 
 
 More love, Christ, to thee, 
 More love tu thee. 
 
 Then shall my latest breath 
 
 Whisper thy praise; 
 This l)e the parting cry 
 
 My heart shall raise, 
 This still its {irayer siall he. 
 More love, O ChriGl, to thee, 
 
 More love to thee. 
 
 — lfr«. E. Prtntuut. 
 
 220 C. M. [Tdnb 15. 
 
 Lead me in thf :tviy everlaiting, 
 
 1 
 Try us, O (^od, .viul search the ground 
 
 Of every sinf »d heart ; 
 Whatever of sin in us is found, 
 
 Oh, bid it all de|>art ! 
 
 2 
 
 When to thi» right or left wo stray, 
 
 Leave us not comfortless; 
 But guide our f<H*t into the way 
 
 Of everlasting iwacts 
 
 3 
 
 Help us to help each other, Ijonl, 
 
 Kch other's rnmn to Inuir; 
 lict each his friendly aid atToni, 
 
 And fttel his bixither's care. 
 
 Help us to build efvch other up, 
 
 Our little Ht<K'k improve; 
 Increase our faith, ctrntirm uur hope, 
 
 And {Mirfeot us lu love. 
 
'1 
 
 FOR BLESSING. 
 
 e7 
 
 FOB BLBS8INO. 
 
 221 [TuNi: 7SL 
 Tlurt shall be showers cf blessing. 
 
 1 
 " There shall be ahowera of bleiwing," 
 ,. This is the promise of lov«» ; 
 riiuro shall be seasons refreshing, 
 ^i^nt from the Saviour alwve. 
 
 <^H0. — Showers, showers of blessing, 
 Showers of blessing w«» need ; 
 Meroy-drt)i>s round us ar»« falling. 
 But for the showers we plead. 
 
 2 
 
 "Tliere shall l)e showers of blessing," — 
 
 Precious reviving again ; 
 Over the hills and the valleys, 
 
 Sound of abundance of raiit. 
 
 3 
 
 '* There shall Ik« showers of l)lessing," 
 Send them u|M)n us, O liord ! 
 
 Grant to us now a refmshing, 
 Come, and now honour thy Word. 
 
 4 
 
 "There shall Iw showers of blessing," 
 Oh, that to-day they might fall. 
 
 Now as to God we're confessing, 
 Now as on Jesus we uill I 
 
 />r. Ifathrtii. 
 
 222 fTuNK 222. 
 Lead me in the tcay eoerlanting. 
 
 1 
 
 Gently, Tionl, <>h, gently lea<l us 
 Thnmgh this lonely vale of ti-urH; 
 
 Through the changes tliou'st decnHtd us, 
 Till our last great change appi'arH : 
 
 Duvr. — When temptation's darts asHail 
 us, 
 
 Trio. — When in devious i>aths w»> Htray, 
 
 Chu. — I^)t thy giKslness never fail us, 
 Lead us m thy iKirfuct wuy. 
 
 2 
 
 In the hour of |>ain and anguish, 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 
 Suffer not our hearts t«i langtush, 
 Suffer not our soids to fear : 
 
 lUKT. And, when mortal life is emled, 
 
 Tuio. — May w«« wake among the blest, 
 
 Cuu. — And, by all the saints attendtMi, 
 i£ver ou thy Ixjuom rest. 
 
 — >i'. ilustiny* 
 
 223 7«. [Hkndon. 
 Corns boldly unto the throne qfffrace. 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit pre|)are, 
 
 .1 esus loves to answer prayer ; 
 Me himself has bid the«< pray, 
 I'herefore will not say thts) nay. 
 
 2 
 
 'Thou art coming to a King, 
 lijirge ]>etiti(ms with tluH! l»ring: 
 
 j For nis grace and |)ower are sucii. 
 None can ever ask too uuiuh. 
 
 I ^ 
 
 I liord, I ctime to thee for rest, 
 
 (Take iK>HseHsion of my breast; 
 
 Tiient my bkxNl-lxMignt right maintain, 
 
 .\nd without a rival reign. 
 
 4 
 
 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 
 Ij«>t thy love my spirit clu*r; 
 
 Am my (iuide, my (tuard, my Friend, 
 
 Iiead mo to 'uj journey's end. 
 
 — J. yVtrtoit. 
 
 224 r),(),4,r>,6,fi,4. [Olivkt. 
 / will trtuit in thee, and not be a/raid. 
 
 1 
 
 My faith \ookn up to thee, 
 'i'hou I^amb of ('alvary, 
 
 Saviour divine; 
 Now hear me while I i)ray, 
 Take all my sins away, 
 Oil, let me from this day 
 
 Ik) wholly thinu. 
 
 2 
 Afay tijy rich gra«« iin|tart 
 Strenirtn to my fainting h(«art, 
 
 My zeal iuMpire; 
 .\s thou lia.st died for me. 
 Oh, may my love t«i t<liee 
 Pure, warm, and changeless In), 
 
 A living (ire. 
 
 8 
 
 While life's dark ma/.e I treail. 
 And griefs antund me hpi\«a<i, 
 
 lU) th<iu my guide; 
 Hid darkiieHS turn U> day, 
 WifiH ji<»rrow's tears away. 
 Nor let iiie ever stray 
 
 From tli«t) aHidu. 
 
 4 
 When ends life'n traiinient liream, 
 Wlieii (iiiAth's cold, HiillMn Mlr»<tun 
 Shali u'«*r mu rull, 
 
 
68 
 
 PRAISING. 
 
 Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
 Fear and distniHt remove; 
 Oh, liear me safe above, 
 A raudomod soul. 
 
 —Ray Palmer, 
 
 22B [TONB 225. 
 
 TKe weary are at rent 
 
 1 
 Weary piltn'in). on life's pathway, 
 
 StruKgling on l>eneath thy load. 
 Hear these words of conwjlation, — 
 
 "Cast thy burden on the Lord." 
 
 Cho. — Ca.st thy burden on the Lonl, 
 
 Cast thy Inirdea on the I^onl, 
 
 And he will strengthen thtH>, hus- 
 
 tain and comfort thee ; 
 
 Cast thy burden on the J^ord. 
 
 2 
 
 Are thy tinnl feet unsteady? 
 
 \)om thy lamp no light afford? 
 Is thy cnws t(K) great and heavy ? 
 Cast thy burden on the Ix>rd. 
 
 3 
 
 Are the tics of friendship sevorefl? 
 
 Hushed the voic«*H fondly heard? 
 Breaks thy h^art with weight of anguish ? 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord. 
 4 
 Does thy heart witli faintness falter ? 
 
 Does thy mind forget his word ? 
 Does thy stnjugth succtmib to woaknesH? 
 
 Cast thy burden on the I^)rd. 
 5 
 He will hold thee up fnnn falling, 
 
 He will g<iide thy sU'ps aright; 
 He will strengthen each endeavour; 
 
 He will keep thue by his might. 
 
 -W. J. Kirkpa trick 
 
 226 \T^^* 22(S. 
 
 L<trd, remember in«. 
 
 1 
 
 Wlien Rtonns ar«>und am sweeping, 
 When lone n>y watch I'm kut^iing, 
 'Mid fires of evil falling, 
 'Mid tempters' voices calling, 
 
 Cho.— Rerneml)er n>e, () Mighty One! 
 Hemember me, O Mighty One 1 
 
 2 
 
 When walking on life's oce»n. 
 Control its raging motion ; 
 When from its dangers shrinking. 
 When in its dread dee^w sinking, 
 Kamember lua, O Mjghty OimI 
 
 When weight of sin oppresses. 
 When dark desiMiir distresses. 
 All through the life that's mortal 
 And when I pass death's portal. 
 Remember me, O Mighty One I 
 
 —Anonynunm. 
 
 PRAISING. 
 
 227 6-8s. [LUCKRNK. 
 
 jpraiee $haU be oontinually in my mouth. 
 
 1 
 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, 
 And when mv voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise sliall employ my nobler jxiwers; 
 My days of praise shall ne'er l>e luuit, 
 Wnileliff, and thought, and being hwt. 
 Or immortality endures. 
 2 
 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On LM-ael's (iud ; he made the sky. 
 And earth, and seas, with all their 
 train ; 
 His truth for ever stands sectira. 
 He saves the o|)pre8t, ho feeds the poor. 
 And uoue shall Hnd his promise vain. 
 8 
 I'll praise him while he lends me breath. 
 And wh«n luv voice is lost in death.. 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler {lowers ; 
 Mv days of praise shall ne'er l>e i)aHt, 
 while life, and thought, and being last, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 —/mum Watts. 
 
 228 
 
 [TUNK228. 
 
 I wiU praite thee, O fjord, xirith my whoU 
 heart. 
 
 1 
 
 Heavonly Father, we Rdr)re thee, 
 And thy gracious name we praise. 
 
 Take, oh, take our hearts, we pray thee. 
 While our songs to thee we raistv. 
 
 Cho. — Wlien to heaven we ascend, 
 
 We thy praises ne'er shall end, 
 We will ♦'ing nHleeming love, 
 With the shining luMt abuve. 
 2 
 C^ntle Shepherd, be thou near ua. 
 
 While we journey here tielow, 
 Guide our ftmtst^JiN* ^ith thy mercy, 
 8huw u* all the way to gu. 
 
PRAISING. 
 
 Keep, oh, keep uh from all evil, 
 May we each from sin be free, 
 
 Crtiide lis safely on our journey, 
 Till in heaven thy face we see. 
 
 4 
 
 Then 'with angels well adore thee, 
 High our voices then we 11 raise, 
 
 With the bkxxl-washed thron^f in glory, 
 SinK aloud thy glorioutt praine. 
 
 -a. JJ. Be^ldall. 
 
 229 [TfNE 229. 
 
 Forget not the a^tembling of yourselvfn 
 together. 
 
 1 
 Again we meet with one accord, 
 
 In God's amK>inted way. 
 To learn of JesijH in his word, 
 
 And worship him U' day 
 
 Cho. — With saints and angels I'Und the 
 throne, 
 Who worship him al»ove, 
 We join our voices all in one, 
 And praise him for his luvtv 
 
 2 
 Well may our voice with melody 
 
 And heartfelt tribute blend. 
 For goodness shall our t)ortiou be. 
 
 And mercy to the end. 
 
 A 
 With grateful hearts we laud thy grace ; 
 
 () Father, lend thine ear ! 
 Accept our humble notes of praise, 
 
 And our itetitions hear. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, may these earthly courts below 
 
 E'er l)e our souls' delight 
 Until we leave this worhl u> go 
 
 To mausiouH fair .uid 1 •right. 
 
 -J. is. KufunkiMi' 
 
 230 [TtNK 23(). 
 Make a joyful noUt unto him with ptiaiins, 
 
 1 
 PraiHo the Rook of our Hiiivation, 
 
 Praise the miglity (tfMl ;il)ove; 
 Come Iteforehis nacred presence 
 
 With a grateful song of luvu. 
 
 Cho. -Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 He is (IimI, and he alone : 
 Wake the Hong of luioratifko, 
 Oume with joy Uifure hi>-tiir«>ue. 
 
 Jemis' blood so f n-ely offered, 
 Jesus' bUxxl avails for sin ; 
 Jesus at the door of mercy 
 Waits to let the wanderer in. 
 3 
 j Praise the Rock of our salvation ; 
 I Tatch from yonder radiant chuM^ 
 Strains by everlasting agei*, 
 Kclioeil back in tones sublime. 
 I —Famm§Crmihf 
 
 '231 I-M. 1TIXK231. 
 
 I Chuote ye thi* day whom, ye vriU ticrnt. 
 I 1 
 
 .Oh, happy day that fixed my choice 
 I On thee, my Saviour and my <njd! 
 [Well may this glowing lie;irt r»'>»joe. 
 And tell its raptures all aliruoid. 
 
 Clio. Happy day, happy day. 
 
 When Jesus wiLsluMi my siitf awmy. 
 He taught me how Ut watch and 
 
 pray, 
 And live rejoieing every day. 
 Happy day, liapjty day. 
 When ,il»v*us u a.-htHi my istiu*a«my. 
 2 
 
 Oh, happy l)on(l that s<^als mv *<»w» 
 To htm who merits all my love! 
 
 Let cliet'rful anthems till his h«iuiv. 
 While \*> that s4UTe«i shrine I zuove. 
 
 :i 
 
 Tis done, the great tranKactW!«> da«w» 
 1 am my Lord's, and he is mine; 
 
 He (h-ew nie, and I toll<«u>«<| «in. 
 (/harmed to eon f ess the xoKwdirine. 
 4 
 
 High Heaven, that hean! the Nnlrmn^tJW, 
 That VdW riiiewt-d >ha!l <lai]v in 
 
 Till 111 life's latest h<iur I U<«»-. 
 
 And bless m de«*th a liund ludrar 
 
 232 I' M- {Mmj^mm. 
 
 Liit I'lieryfhiitij that htith brrath fm»»f Um 
 Lvnl, 
 1 
 Tliee we adore, eternal TxTrl ' 
 We praise '{\y name with <iieaoo(ird; 
 Thy saintA who here thy gnudnm «aip, 
 Tliroiigh *ii the wurid d<» wimliip thtm, 
 
 2 
 T<> th«Hi aloud all angels arf, 
 A oiwM-leHs raisr their Mioifaon higk; 
 , Ht.. .1 . heriiliiui and Herapiniii. 
 The ii*« 'UH and all tiie \m j mt m UKffvin. 
 
70 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 8 
 
 The apostles join the glorious throng; 
 The prophets swell the immortal sung ; 
 The martyrs' noble army raise 
 Eternal anthems to thy praise. 
 
 4 
 Thee, holjr Prophet, Priest, and King ! 
 Thee, Saviour of mankindj they sing : 
 Thus earth lielow, anrl heaven above, 
 Resound thy glory and thy luve. 
 
 - C. Wesley. 
 
 233 10,10,11,11- [TunkG. 
 
 Th'. joy of thy salvation. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, what Rhall I do my Saviour to praise, 
 
 So faithful and true, so plenteous in 
 
 grace. 
 So strong to deliver, so goo<l to redeem, 
 The weAKest believer that hangs u{K)n 
 
 him! 
 
 2 
 How happy the man whose heart is set 
 
 free. 
 The i^eople that can be jf)vful in thee 1 
 Their joy is to walk in the I'^ht of thy 
 
 face. 
 And still they are titlking of .Tt^us's 
 
 grace. 
 
 S 
 For thou art their l)oast, their glory au'l 
 
 jxiwer ; 
 And I also tnwt to see the gla<I hotir, 
 My soul's new creation, a life from the 
 
 dead. 
 The day of salvation, that lifts nj» my 
 
 head. 
 
 4 
 Tes, Lord, I shall set) the bliss of thine 
 
 own, 
 Thy secret to me shall wion ))e made 
 
 known ; 
 For sorrow and sadness I joy shall re- 
 ceive, 
 And share in the gladnem of all that 
 
 believe. 
 
 — C. H'ethy. 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 234 rri'NR 234. 
 
 Thsre shall be tio more death. 
 
 1 
 
 When the clouds have left the hill-tops, 
 
 And the l)eauty of the day 
 Gleams alonff through golden portals, 
 Melting aII the nasts away, 
 
 Then no more will shadows darken. 
 Till the way we cannot see — 
 
 Oh, for thee our hearts are yearning, 
 Glory of eternity. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, the joy that day shall bring, 
 ()h, the songs we then shall sing. 
 When the clouds of earth have 
 lifte<l, 
 And the mists have cleared 
 away. 
 
 2 
 When the darkness rolls from ocean, 
 j And the light l»eamH brightly o'er 
 Every wave and foaming billow, 
 ' Dashing 'gainst this mortal shore. 
 Then tlie ijeart will sing with rapture, 
 I And the voice break forth in praise 
 ;To the (iod that rules the temitest : 
 " Just and true are all thy ways." 
 3 
 When the pain and w.osting fever, 
 I And the thousiuid ills of life, 
 , All are healed by one Physician, 
 And forever h»ished the strife, 
 1 Then sweet peace and holy comfort 
 I Will iKwuess the inmost soul, 
 : For the weary, home-sick pilgrim 
 
 Will have reache<l the longed-for goal. 
 4 
 When "tj** graves of earth are opentxl, 
 
 A Did the fair, loved fonns arise, 
 Springing up frr)n» dusty chambers, 
 
 S«)aring upward t«> the skies. 
 Then Mw*^t wav»'H of thrilling musio 
 
 Will enrranee the listening ear, 
 " Like the sound <»f many waters," 
 Mnnnuring gently, soft and clear. 
 5 
 When the f'ity, grand, eternal. 
 
 Shall descenn, 'nud clouds of light 
 And t\w> King bids saints to enter 
 ManatouH fiU<*d with holy light, 
 Then the life-work <tf all ages 
 Will receivo a just reward, 
 Home with .lesus, Hwe«'t rtmt given. 
 In the kingdom of uur Lonl. 
 
 —Annis Uerbtrt. 
 
 236 7». (Tl-NrlOO. 
 
 These are they that came out qf great 
 
 tril)ulatUm. 
 
 1 
 
 Who are these arraye<l in white. 
 Brighter than the noon-day sunt 
 
 Foremost of the momm of light, 
 Nearest the eternal throne ? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 71 
 
 Those are thev that bore the cn)8s. 
 Nobly for tneir Master Btood ; 
 
 Sufferers in his righteoun caune, 
 JFoUowers of the Lamb of God. 
 
 n 
 
 d. 
 
 Out of grreat distress they camo. 
 
 Washed their rolies by faith below 
 In the blood of yonder Lamb, 
 
 Blood that washes white a« snow ; 
 Therefore are they next the thrf>ne, 
 
 Serve their Maker day and night; 
 Grod resides among his own, 
 
 Grod doth in his saints delight. 
 
 3 
 More than conquerors at last, 
 
 Here they find their trials o'tr ; 
 They have all, their sufferings ]MUit, 
 
 Hunger now and thirst n<> more ; 
 God shall all their sorrows chaso. 
 
 All their wants at once remove, 
 Wipe the tears fnmi every face, 
 
 Fill up every soul with love. 
 
 -C. WesU-y. 
 
 236 n't- N'K 2:^- 
 
 To be forever with the Lord. 
 
 \ 
 O'er Jordan's dark and stormy river 
 
 Lies heaven's fair shore ; 
 There joy shall till the soul forever, 
 
 St)rrow shall oome no more. 
 There streets of gold and walls of ja»i»f r, 
 
 Within the gates ; 
 There homes prepared by onr dear MasUr , 
 
 Each ransomed soul awaits. 
 
 Cho. — Safe at home, at home with .Tohum, 
 Never more t-o n)am ; 
 Oh, how the cares of earth grow- 
 lighter. 
 Thinking of sweet rest at home. 
 
 2 
 
 I>«*ar loved ones who have gone befon» us, 
 
 Wait for us there; 
 To loving anns will God restore us, 
 
 And in their bliss we'll share. 
 Th«»u fiill of faith we'll lay otir sorrow 
 
 At Jesus' feet; 
 And in the bright and heavenly morr«»w. 
 
 Loved ones — the saved ones meet. 
 
 3 
 Oh, hear your ^»,viour gently pleading, 
 
 " Come, sinner, oome! " 
 Whv will you still, his voice unheeding, 
 
 Wander from love and home? 
 
 Why will you rest in worldly pleasure, 
 
 Fleeting and vain. 
 When yoii may claim a priceless treasure^ 
 
 Life everlasting gain ? 
 
 -G. T. Gould. 
 
 237 [Tune 2^7. 
 
 A lid they aang a neie $ong. 
 
 1 
 
 Amid the swelling chorus 
 Of those who sing on highi 
 
 Oh, liear the strains so joyous. 
 Rebounding through the sky ! 
 
 Cho. — Oh, it is the new song, 
 
 Thn new untl joyous song. 
 Of Jesus and his precious love; 
 We will sing our songs to-day, 
 And we'll walk the narn>w way. 
 Till we join the ransomed choir 
 al)ove ! 
 
 2 
 What though our tones are feeble, 
 
 Tlio new, n»*w song we'll try ; 
 And in the he^ivenly mansions 
 We'll sing it by-and-by ' 
 '8. 
 'Tis not spraphic voices 
 
 That swoett^st sing in heaven, 
 lint sinufTs savwl by Jesus, _ 
 Who sing of grace that's given. 
 
 ~-Mr$. K C. KUsfvorth, 
 
 ^ 238 [Tlnb 238. 
 
 ' To be forever irith the Lord. 
 
 I 1 
 
 On the happy golden shore. 
 
 Where the faitliful j)art no more. 
 
 When the stoniis ot life are o'er, 
 ; Meet nte there. 
 
 Where the night dissolves away 
 
 Into pure and ixTfect day, 
 
 L am going home to stay, 
 ^Ieet me there. 
 
 Cho.— M««et me there, meet me there. 
 Where the tree of life is blooming 
 
 Meet me there. 
 When tlie storms of life are o'er, 
 On the happy golden shore, 
 Wlu-n* the faitlifxl |>art no mon" 
 Meet me there. 
 2 
 Her«» our fondest ho|K»s are vain, 
 i )earest links are rent in twain ; 
 liijt in heaven no Ihi-ob of ))ain, 
 Meet mo there. 
 
72 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 By the river sparkling bright, 
 
 In the city of delight, 
 
 Where our faith is lost in sight, 
 
 Meet me there. 
 3 
 Where the harps of angels ring. 
 And the blest forever sing. 
 In the palace of the King, 
 
 Meet me there. 
 Where in sweet communion blend 
 Heart with heart, and friend with friend, 
 In a world that ne'er shall end. 
 
 Meet me there. 
 
 — iJ. E Blair. 
 
 239 [Tune 239. 
 And aorrow and sighing ahalljfee avxiy. 
 
 1 
 Shall we prather at the river, 
 
 Where oright angel-feet have trod ; 
 With its crvHtal tide for ever 
 
 Flowing by the throne of God. 
 
 Cho. — Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
 
 The t)eautiful, the l^eautiful river— 
 Gather with the saints at the river, 
 That flows by the throne of GckI. 
 
 2 
 
 On the margin of the river. 
 Washing up its silver spray, 
 
 We will walk and worship ever 
 All the happy, golden aay. 
 
 Ere we reach the shining river. 
 
 Lay we every burden down ; 
 Grace our spiritH will deliver. 
 
 And provide a robe and crown. 
 4 
 At the smiling of the river, 
 
 Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
 Saints whom death will never sever, 
 
 Lift their songs of saving grace. 
 6 
 Soon we'll reach the silver river, 
 
 S<Km our pilgrimage will ceawi; 
 Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
 
 With the melody of peace. 
 
 —Rev. R. Lowry. 
 
 240 [Tune 240. 
 Ood thall wipe avcay all tear$ from their ryct. 
 
 1 
 When the mists have rolled in splendour 
 
 l''rom the 1)eauty of the hills. 
 And the sunlight falls in gladness, 
 
 On the river and the rills, 
 
 We re-call our Father's promise 
 In the rainbow of the spray : 
 
 We shall know each other better 
 When the mists have rolled away. 
 
 Cho. — We shall know as we are known, 
 Never more to walk alone^ 
 In the dawning of the mormng 
 
 Of that bright and happy day : 
 We shall know each other better 
 When the mists have roUed 
 away. 
 
 2 
 Oft we tread the path before us 
 
 With a weary burdened heart; 
 Oft we toil amid the shadows. 
 And our fields are far apart : 
 But the Saviour's " Come, ye blessed," 
 
 All our labour will repay. 
 When we gather in the morning 
 Where the mists have rolled away. 
 3 
 We shall come with joy and gladness, 
 We shall gather round the throne ; 
 Face to face with those that love us. 
 We shall know as we are Imown : 
 And the song of our redemption 
 
 Shall resound through endless day. 
 When the shadows have departed. 
 And the mists have roUea away. 
 
 —Annie Herbert 
 
 241 [Tune 241. 
 
 We shall know even as we are known. 
 
 1 
 
 When we hear the music ringing 
 
 \w the bright celestial dome, 
 When sweet angel voices singing. 
 
 Gladly bid us welcome home, 
 To the land of ancient story. 
 
 Where the spirits know no care, 
 111 that land ot light and glory. 
 
 Shall we know each other there ? 
 
 Cho.— Shall we know each other? 
 Shall we know each other ? 
 Shall we know each other? 
 Shall we know each other there ? 
 2 
 Wi.an the holy angels meet us. 
 As we go to join their band. 
 Shall we know the friends that greet us 
 
 1 n the glorious spirit land ? 
 Shall we st'e the same eyes shining, 
 
 On us, as in days of yore? 
 Shall we fe<»l their dear arms twining 
 Fondly njund us, as before ? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 73 
 
 Oh, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones, 
 
 Droop not, faint not, by the way ; 
 Ye shall join the loved and just ones 
 
 In the land of perfect day ! 
 IIan)-8trings touched by angel fingers, 
 
 Murmured in ray raptured ear, 
 Evermore their sweet song linp'rs, 
 
 "We shall know each other mere." 
 
 242 7r&6s. 
 
 [EWINO. 
 
 Jentsalem which u above. 
 1 
 
 Jerusalem the golden, 
 
 With milk and honey blest, 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Hink heart and voice opprest ; 
 I know not, oh, I know not 
 
 What social joys are there ! 
 What radiancv of glory, 
 
 What light beyond compare. 
 2 
 Thev stand, those halls of Zion, 
 
 All jubilant with song. 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martj^rr throng; 
 The Prince is ever in them, 
 
 The daylight is serene ; 
 The pastures of the blessed 
 
 Are decked in glorious sheen. 
 3 
 Oh, sweet and blessed country, 
 
 The home of God's elect ! 
 Oh, sweet and blessed country 
 
 That eager hearts expect ! 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest ; 
 Who art, with God and Father 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 ■^Dr. Xeale. 
 
 243 11.9. [TUNK243. 
 
 Carried by the angele into Abraham* bogvm. 
 
 1 
 
 Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair. 
 
 Once a child of God was li>ft to die ; 
 By the world neglected, wealth would 
 nothing share ; 
 See the change awaiting there on high. 
 
 Cho.— Carried by the angels to the land 
 
 of rest, 
 
 Music sweetly sounding through 
 
 the skies ; 
 
 Welcomed by the Saviour to the 
 
 heavenly feast, Tdise. 
 
 Gathered with the loved in rara- 
 
 What shall be the ending of this life of 
 care? 
 Oft the question cometh to \in all ; 
 Here \\\x)n the pathway hard the burdens 
 bear» 
 And the burning tears of sorrow fall. 
 
 3 
 Follower of Jesus, scanty though thy 
 store, high ; 
 
 Treasures, precious treasures, wait on 
 Count the trials joyful, soon they'll all )je 
 o'er : 
 Oh, the change that's coming by- 
 and-by ! 
 
 4 
 Upward, then, and onward ! — onward for 
 the Lord ! 
 Time and talent all in his employ ; 
 Small may He*:m the service — sure the 
 great reward : [joy ' 
 
 Here the cross— but there the crown of 
 
 — H'. O. t'uehing. 
 
 244 ITl-XE 244. 
 
 They thall reign, for ever and ever. 
 
 We speak of the land of the blest, 
 That country so bright and so fair. 
 
 And oft are its glories confessed ; 
 But what must it be to be there I 
 
 Cho. — To be there ! to be there ! 
 
 Oh, what must it be to Vw there ! 
 To be there ! to be there ! 
 Oh, what must it be to be there I 
 2 
 We speak of its pathwa5r8 of gold. 
 
 Its walls decked witli jewels so rare, 
 Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 
 But wliat must it l>e to be there I 
 3 
 j We speak of its peace and its love. 
 
 The robes which the glorified wear, 
 TIh' sours of the blossefi alnive ; 
 But u-nat must it hv to be there! 
 4 
 We speak of its freedom from sin, 
 
 From sorrow, temptation, and care, 
 From trials without and within ; 
 But what must it be to bo there ! 
 5 
 Do thou, Txjrd, in pleasure or woe. 
 For heaven our spirits prepare ; 
 Then shortly we also shall know, 
 And feel, what it is to be there. 
 
 ~Mr$. M. E. mm. 
 
74 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 246 [Ti'NE 245. 
 
 In my Father's houw are many maiiHiumi. 
 
 1 
 
 When w« get liome tu tliat l>t'autiful land, 
 
 With its U'autiful city of gold ; 
 When wu have patJhed o'er tljo river of 
 deatii. 
 
 And are safe in the heavenly foM ; 
 WeariHrnnt! toil, trilndation, and care, 
 
 That burden our 8i)iriCH to-day, 
 Like aH » dream or a Hhadow flhall pasH- 
 
 Shall luiHH, unreturning, away. 
 
 Cho. — Wlien we get home, how swwt 
 'twill \m ! 
 When we get home, how sweet 
 'twill be ! 
 
 2 
 When We get home fn)m our wandering 
 here 
 To that clime where they wander no 
 more; 
 When, witli the loved that have i)as«ed 
 into rest. 
 We shall Ktand with our harps on the 
 HJiore ; 
 Sorrow and strife, and our ijroneness to 
 (trr, 
 The pain and the sickness we l)ear, 
 Lik<! as a dream or a shadow shall nans. 
 And ne'er shall they trouble us tiiere. 
 3 
 When we get homo (and it will not l)e 
 long 
 Till wti finish our journey below) ; 
 When wo shall lose every cumbering 
 weight. 
 And the sin that doth hinder us so ; 
 Tears that wo shed in our n.-rrowful 
 hours, 
 The fears and the dotibts that molest, 
 Like as a dream or a shadow shall [lass. 
 And reach not the liome of the bU<st. 
 
 — W. (J. rerkinM. 
 
 246 [TlnK '2U\. 
 
 I go to preparf a place /or you. 
 1 
 In the Christian's honu* in glory, 
 
 There remains a land of rest : 
 There my Saviour's gone l)efore me, 
 To fuml my soul's request. 
 
 Cho. — There is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest f<»r the weary, 
 Theru in i-est for you t 
 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 In the sweet fields of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is blooming, 
 There is rest for you ! 
 
 2 
 He is fitting up my mansion, 
 
 Which etemallv shall stand. 
 For mv stay shall not be transient 
 
 In that holy, happy land. 
 
 3 
 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 
 
 ( Jrief nor woe my lot shall share. 
 But, in that celestial centre, 
 
 I a crowii of life shall wear. 
 
 4 
 
 Sing, oh, sing, ye heirs of glory — 
 Shout your triumphs as you go ; 
 
 Zion's gates will open for youj 
 Ye shall find an entrance through. 
 
 ~S. Q. Harmeti 
 
 247 [TUNB 247. 
 
 Where I am there ye may be also. 
 
 1 
 
 When saints gather round thee, dear 
 
 Saviour, above ; 
 And hasten to crown thee with jewels of 
 
 love, 
 Amid thy bright mansions of glory so 
 
 fair. 
 Oh, tell me, dear Saviour, if I shall be 
 
 there? 
 
 Cho.— Oh, tell me, oh, tell me, if I shall 
 Imj there ? 
 Oh, tell me, dear Saviour, if T 
 sliall ))e there 7 
 
 When those who have laboured and 
 
 struggled to save 
 Their loved ones from sorrow beyond the 
 
 dark grave, 
 Are bringnig the treasures they gathereil 
 
 with care. 
 Oh, t<>ll me, dear Saviour, if I shall be 
 
 there ? 
 
 3 
 When life's dreary billows are spent on 
 
 the shore, 
 Deyond the dark river, and time is no 
 
 more, 
 When bright palms of glory the victors 
 
 shall l)ear. 
 Oh, tell nw, ilear Saviour, if I shall be 
 
 there I 
 
 Tla^ 
 
 )Io 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 Oh, blessed Redeemer, thy mercy and 
 
 grace 
 Alone can prepare me to enter that place ; 
 I'm stained and polluted, but shall I 
 
 despair? 
 Oh, tell nie, dear Saviour, if I shall be 
 
 there? 
 
 — T. E. Perkinx. 
 
 248 C. M. [TUXE 248. 
 
 Ood shall wipe away all team. 
 
 1 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 
 
 Within the veil, and see 
 The saints above, how gfreat their joys, 
 
 How bright their glories be. 
 
 Cho. — Many are the friends who are 
 waiting to-day, 
 Happy on the golden strand ; 
 Many are the voices calling us 
 away. 
 To join their glorious band ; 
 Calling us away, calling us away, 
 Galhng to the better land. 
 
 2 
 
 Once they were mourners here below, 
 
 And poured out cries and tears : 
 They wrestled hard, as we do now. 
 
 With sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 3 
 I ask them whence their victory came ; 
 
 They, with united breath, 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
 4 
 
 They marked the footsteps that he trod. 
 His zeal inspired their ureast ; 
 
 And, following their incarnate G(k1, 
 Possess the i>romised rest. 
 
 —Itaae WatUt. 
 
 249 
 
 [TUNK 249. 
 
 / heard the voice of man\i atigels round alxmt 
 the throne, 
 
 1 
 TIark, hark ! my soul ! angelic songs ar<> 
 swelling 
 O'er eartirs green fields and ocean's 
 wave*))eat shore ; 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains 
 are telling 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no 
 more. 
 
 Cho.— Angels of Jesus, angels of Light, 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims 
 of the night. 
 
 2 
 Far, far away, like bells at evening iteal- 
 
 _,,"»»• . [sea; 
 
 The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land anil 
 
 And laden souls by thousands meekly 
 
 stealing. 
 
 Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps 
 
 to thee. 
 
 3 
 Onward we go, for still we hear them 
 singing, 
 " Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you 
 come ; " 
 And through the dark, its echoes sweetly 
 ringing, 
 The music of the Gospel leads us home. 
 
 -F. W. Faber. 
 
 260 fTuvK 2.50. 
 
 They shall hunger »i« more, neither thirst 
 
 any mure. 
 
 1 
 
 There is rest for the weary ; how cheering 
 
 the thought 
 To those wTu) through seedtime and 
 
 harvest have wrought ! 
 When our work all is done, and our 
 
 struggle is o'er. 
 There's a home in the skies, where we'll 
 weary no more. 
 
 Cho. — Weary no more, weary no more, 
 In that home in the skies we shall 
 weary no more. 
 2 
 There is rest fnjm temptation ; liow 
 
 blessed to know, 
 That though, while we travel this desert 
 
 bt'ow. 
 We are harassed by tempters aniund and 
 
 liefore, 
 In that home in the skies we'll be temptc^d 
 
 no mom. 
 
 rem[)ted no more, etc. 
 3 
 There is rest from uU sorrows ; our trials 
 
 all i>ast. 
 Our crowns at the fi^'t of our Saviour 
 
 we'll cast : 
 Of the sheepfold he tells us that he is 
 
 •'the door;" 
 If We enter by him we shall som»w no 
 more. 
 
 Sorrow no mora, etc. 
 
76 
 
 HEAVEI^. 
 
 4 9B0 
 
 What though dangers affright lis, andl^**^ 
 
 troubleH ansail ? 
 The Lord is our Refuge, and he will not 
 
 fail; 
 If hiH grace now we seek, and his favoiir 
 
 implore, 
 In that home in the skies we shall wearj* 
 
 no more. 
 
 Weary no more, etc. 
 
 —R. P. Clark. 
 
 CM. 
 
 251 [TuKE2r)l. 
 
 Iffo to prepare a place for you. 
 
 Not far from the gate of that beautiful 
 
 city. 
 Where ties of affection are broken no 
 
 more ; 
 Not far from the banks of that clear 
 
 flowing riv«*r, 
 WTiose stream we shall drink when life's 
 
 burden is o'er. 
 
 Cho. — All glory to Jesus! the mists are 
 
 dissolving! I 
 
 Each day we are nearing those 
 
 regions so fair ; 
 All glory to Jesus ! the day 
 
 groweth brighter : 
 Press onward ! press onward ! we 
 
 soon shall l)o there. 
 
 ? 
 
 Oh, harps, tliat for ages have echooil the | 
 
 storv 
 Of woncferful mercy and infinite love; 
 Oh, crown everlasting, laid up for the 
 
 faithful, 
 Tliere is one for us each in those mansions 
 
 above 1 
 
 3 
 How sweet, as we journey, to }>au8e for 
 
 a moment, 
 And look at the footprints wo see in our 
 
 way I — 
 The footprints of pilgrims who've crossed 
 
 over Jordan, 
 And now are rejoicing for ever and aye. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, blessed Redeemer! ere long tlum 
 
 wilt call us 
 To join the great army l)eyond the dark 
 
 sea; 
 They fought the good fight, and their 
 
 course they have finished, fthee. 
 
 And now they inherit the kingdom with 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 [St. Stkphbn. 
 
 A good hope through rrrace. 
 
 1 
 
 How happy every child of grace, 
 Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 I se«k my place in heaven : 
 
 2 
 
 A coimtrj- far from mortal sight — 
 
 Yet, on, by faith I see 
 The land of rest, the saints' delight, 
 
 The heaven prepared for me ! 
 
 3 
 
 A stranger in the world below, 
 
 I calmly sojourn here ; 
 Nor can its happiness or woe 
 
 Provoke my noi)e or fear. 
 
 4 
 
 Its e\'il8 in a moment end, 
 
 Its joys as soon are past ; 
 But. oh, the bliss to wnich I tend 
 
 Eternally shall last ! 
 
 — C. Wetleu. 
 
 253 s.M. i>. 
 
 To be forever 
 
 [TUNK 130. 
 h the Lord. 
 
 "Forever with the Ix>rd !" 
 
 Amen ! so let it be ! 
 Life from the dead is in that word, 
 
 Tis immortality I 
 Here in the body pent, 
 
 AWnt from him I roam. 
 Yet nightly pitc'i my moving tent 
 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 2 
 Mv Father's house on high. 
 
 Home of mv soiU, how near ! 
 At times, to faith's unclouded eye, 
 
 Thy golden gates apj[x>ar. 
 Ah ! tlien my snirit faints 
 
 To ri'ach the land I love, — 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 
 Jerusalem above I 
 
 3 
 " Forever with the Lord ! " 
 
 Father, if 'tis thy will. 
 The promise of that faitnful word 
 
 Even here to me fulfil. 
 Be thou at my right hand, 
 
 Then can I never fail ; 
 Xiphoid thou me, and I shall stand, 
 
 Fight, and I must prevail. 
 
 The 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 77 
 
 So when my latest breath 
 
 Shall rend the veil in twain. 
 By death I shall escape from death, 
 
 And life eternal gain. 
 Knowing as I am known, 
 
 How snail I love that wonl. 
 And oft repeat before the throiu', 
 
 " Forever with the Lord !" 
 
 —Montfftnneiii. 
 
 264 CM. [Tune 254. 
 
 Tfiere »haU be no night there, 
 1 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, the land, the lovely land, 
 
 The land over Jordan's foam ; 
 On the golden strand wait the 
 happy, happy band, 
 To welcome the ransomed home. 
 2 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 And never- witlu'ring flowers; 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 3 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flootl 
 
 Stand dressed in living green ; 
 So to the Jews old Canaan 8t(x)el, 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 4 
 Could we but climb where Mosew stood, 
 
 And view the landsca^K) o'er, 
 Not tlurdan's stream, nor death's cold 
 flocxl. 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 — Isaac Watt$. 
 
 255 [TUNK 255. 
 
 The thing* which God hath prepared/or them 
 
 that loce hitn. 
 
 1 
 
 There's a land that is fairer than day. 
 
 And by faith we can see it afar. 
 For the Father waits over the way, 
 To prei)are us a dwelling-place then'. 
 
 Cho.— In the sweet by-and-by, 
 
 We shall meet on that beautiful 
 shore; 
 In the sweet by-and-by, 
 We shall meet on that beautiful 
 
 We shall sin^ on that beautiful shore 
 
 The melodious songs of the blest ; 
 And our spirits shall somiw no more — 
 Not a sigh foi •. he blessing of rest. 
 8 
 To our bountiful Father alx>v« 
 
 W»' will t)tfer the tribute of praise, 
 l-or the glorious gift of his love, 
 And the blessings tliat hallow our days. 
 4 
 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall 
 reign, 
 In the land where the saved never die; 
 We shall rest free from sorrow and pam. 
 Safe at home in the sweet hy-and-hy. 
 
 -X. F. Bennett. 
 
 256 [TuNK 25<;. 
 
 And there shall in «o «»wn enter into if any- 
 thiny that defileth. 
 1 
 I will sing you a song of that beautiful 
 land. 
 The far away honi«> of th«f soul, 
 Where no storms cvt^r beat on that glit 
 tering strand, 
 While the years of <'teniity roll. 
 
 2 
 Oh, that home of the soul in my visions 
 and dreams, 
 Its bright jas[)er walls T can see. 
 Till I fancy but thinly th»- veil intervenes, 
 lietween the fair city and me. 
 
 3 
 There the great tree t)f life in its beauty 
 doth grow, 
 And the river of life flowefh by : 
 For no death ever enters that city, you 
 know. 
 And nothing that maketh a lie. 
 
 4 
 
 That unchangeable home is for you and 
 for me. 
 Where Jesus of Nazareth stands ; 
 The King of all kingdoms forever is he, 
 And he holdetli our crowns in his 
 hands. 
 
 5 
 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful 
 land. 
 So free from all sorrow and fwiin ! 
 With songs on our lips and with harps in 
 our hands, 
 To meet one another again. 
 
 -Mm. E. II Gntef, 
 
78 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 257 [TuNK 257. 
 And they ghall tee hit/ace. 
 
 1 
 I hope tf t meet you all in glory, 
 
 ^Vn»'n the stonns of life are o'er ; 
 I hojK^ to tell the dear old story, 
 
 On the bleased, shining shore. 
 
 Cho. — On the shining shore, 
 
 On the golden strand, 
 In our Father's home, 
 
 In the hai)i>y land : 
 I hoiie to meet you there, 
 
 I nopo to meet you there, — 
 A crown of victory wear, — 
 
 In glory. 
 
 2 
 
 I hoi)e to meet you all in plory, 
 
 By tlie tree of life so fair ; 
 I hope to jiraise our dear Redeemer 
 
 For the grace that brought me there. 
 
 3 
 
 I ho\Hi to meet you all in glory. 
 Round the Saviour's throne al>ove; 
 
 I hoi>e to join the ransomed army 
 .Singing now redeeming love. 
 
 4 
 
 I hope to meet you all in glory, 
 ^V^len my work on earth is o'er ; 
 
 I hoiM> to clasi) your hands rejoicing 
 On the bright eternal shore. 
 
 —Kmma Pitt. 
 
 258 [TuJJK 258. 
 And they shall reign for ever atul ever. 
 
 1 
 Shall we all mt^et at home in the morning, 
 < )n the shores of the bright crystal sea ; 
 With the loved ones who long nave lieen 
 waiting ? 
 What u meeting indeed it will be ! 
 
 Cho. — Gathered home, gathered home. 
 On the shore of the bright 
 crystal sea ! 
 Oatheretl home, gathered home. 
 With our loved ones forever to 
 btl 
 
 2 
 Shall we all meet at home in the morning, 
 
 And from sorrow forever bt» free ? 
 Shall we join in the songs of the ran- 
 somed V 
 ^Vhat A meeting indeed it will be ! 
 
 Shall we all meet at home in the morning. 
 
 Our blessed Redeemer to see ? 
 Shall we know and be known by our 
 loved ones ? 
 What a meeting indeed it will be ! 
 
 —Words Arranged. 
 
 259 [Tune 259. 
 
 A great multitude which no man could 
 number. 
 
 1 
 We'll all gather home in the morning. 
 
 On the banks of the bright jasper sea: 
 We'll meet all the good and the faithful ; 
 
 What a gathering that will be ! 
 
 Cho. — What a gathering, gathering, 
 gathering that will be ! 
 What a gathering, gathering, 
 What a gathering that will be ! 
 
 2 
 
 We'll all gather home in the morning, 
 At the sound of the ^reat jubilee ; 
 
 We'll all gather home in the morning; 
 What a gathering that will be ! 
 
 3 
 
 We'll all gather home in the morning, 
 
 Our blessed Redeemer to see ; 
 We'll meet with the friends gone before 
 
 US) 
 
 What a gathering that will be ! 
 
 —Hev. I. Baltzell. 
 
 260 
 
 [Tune 260. 
 
 Every eye shall see him. 
 
 Our Lord is now rejected. 
 
 And by the world disowned, 
 By the many still neglected. 
 
 And by the few enthroned ; 
 But soon he'll come in glory. 
 
 The hour is drawing nigh. 
 For the crowning day is coming by-and- 
 by. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, the crowning day is coming, 
 Is coming by-and-by. 
 When our liord shall come in 
 "iwwer *' 
 And "glory " from on high. 
 Oh, the glorious sight will gladden 
 
 Each waiting, watchful eye. 
 In thecn)wningday that's coming 
 by-and-by, 
 
THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 70 
 
 The heavens shall glow with splendour, 
 
 But brighter far than they 
 The saintH shall shine in glory, 
 As Chriiit shall them array ; 
 The beauty of the Saviour 
 
 Shall dazzle every eye, 
 In the crowning day that's coming by- 
 and-by. 
 
 3 
 Our pain shall then be over, 
 
 We'll sin and sigh no more. 
 Behind us all of sorrow, 
 
 And nought but joy l)efore ; 
 A joy in our Hedeemer, 
 
 As we to him are nigh, 
 In the crowning day that's coming by- 
 and-by. 
 
 —El Nathan. 
 
 262 
 
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 XOTE.— All tlnifi may ocrajiloimlly l»i too 1in)lt«'<l for 
 the making of suitHble Helectloiiit, t.lio rollowliiK Suliliath 
 Hi-hool hyrona arn i-ollertcd here ; yet, a much larRi-r 
 number, adnpt'tH) allk« to Sabbath xi-boola nnri to Hin'likl 
 oervlufl, uutf ito found in variouM {wrtii of the book- 
 
 261 i^"^'- I'KTEU. 
 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness. 
 
 1 
 Oh, happy is the child who hearH 
 
 Instruction's warning voice ; 
 And who celestial Wisdom makes 
 His early, only choice. 
 2 
 For she has treasures greater far 
 
 llian east or west unfold ; 
 And her rewards more precious are 
 Than all their stores of gold. 
 3 
 In her right hand she holds to view 
 
 A length of happy days ; 
 Riches, with splencfid honours joined, 
 Are what her left displays. 
 4 
 She guides the young with innocence, 
 
 In pleasure's |)athH to trearl, 
 A crown of gloiy she liestows 
 Upon the noary head. 
 6 
 According as her labours rise, 
 
 So her rewards increase ; 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantneHH, 
 ^nd all her paths are peace. 
 
 * ^{saac Watts. 
 
 7s k fis, [MiHsioxAKY Hymn. 
 
 Forbid them not to come unto mc. 
 
 1 
 
 When, his salvation bringing, 
 
 To Zion .f esus aunt', 
 The children all hUkh[ singing 
 
 ^ Hosanna to his nanu- : 
 Nor did their z«iil offojul him, 
 
 Hut as he nnlf along, 
 He let them still attend him. 
 And smiltMl to hear their song. 
 2 
 
 And since the Lord retaineth 
 
 His love to children still, 
 Though now as King \iv reigneth 
 
 (hi Zion's heavenly hill, 
 We'll flock aroimd his standanl, 
 
 We'll Ixnv l)efore his throne. 
 And cry al(i\id, " Hosanna 
 
 To David's royal Son." 
 
 For should we fail priKjlaiming 
 
 Our great Kechiemer's itraise, 
 Tlu* stones, our silence shaming, 
 
 Woiild their hosannas raise. 
 But shall we only render 
 
 The tribute of our words? 
 No; while our hearts are tender 
 
 They too shall be the Lord's. 
 
 — J. King. 
 
 263 [TrsK 2ii^i. 
 
 lie will (jathev the lamha in his amn. 
 
 1 
 Hark! 'tis the Sheplierd's voice F hear. 
 Out in the desert dark and drttar, 
 Calling the lambs who've gone astray 
 Far from the Shepherd's fokl away. 
 
 Cho. — Bring them in, bring them in, 
 
 ]trin(^ them in from the Helds of 
 
 Bring tnem in, bring them in, 
 Bring the little ones t« .).^\sus. 
 
 2 
 
 Who'll go and help this Shepherd kind, 
 Heli» liim the little kmbs to {ind ? 
 Who'll bring the lost ones to the fold. 
 Where they'll be sheltered from the cold? 
 
 3 
 Out in the desert hear their cry— * 
 Out on the mountain wild and high ; 
 Hark ! 'tis the Master si>eakH to tnw, 
 "(jro, find my lanilw where'er they Ix." 
 
 — Alexcenah Thoi(itn, 
 
80 
 
 THE SABBATH .SCHOOL. 
 
 264 
 
 [Tune 204. ' 
 
 WUdom u the principal thing. 
 
 1 
 Lord, blu8H uur Sahhath Mchool to-day ! 
 
 TluH \H our fervent prayer ; 
 And iiH we Heek the narrow way, 
 
 Thy presence, Lortl, declare. 
 
 Cho. — LonI, bh'HM our Mchool, 
 
 Oh, hh'HH our Hchool we prav ; 
 Lord, bleHH our waiting babbuth 
 
 Hch(M)i, 
 
 l8 our fervent prayer to-day ! 
 
 2 
 
 BlesM U8, O Ix)rd, witli fertile mindH, 
 
 Tl>en send the heavenly (h-w ; 
 Each grauiouH gift fr«>ni thee but bindH 
 Our 8ouIh to thee anew. 
 8 
 BloHH thoue who teach and thtme who 
 learn, 
 S<*nd wiHdom from above; 
 And n»uv we for inHtructiitu yearn, 
 And all thy preceptH love. 
 4 
 Lord, bleHH our Kch<M)l. the training plivcp 
 
 For Chrintian lives Iwlow ; 
 Hen* we art* taught thy f;u!e to h«'«*k, 
 That we thy gnue may know. 
 
 — Maria It Frvelii'h. 
 
 266 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Khiknt Sgr.vKK. 
 Uo$anna to Uwl in th«* hiijht:«t, 
 
 I 
 Children, loud hoxannaH NJiiging, 
 
 Hynuied thy praiHe in olden time, 
 Judah'H ancient t<<niplt« tilling, 
 
 With the melody Hublime; 
 Infant voiceu, infant voiccH, 
 
 Joined tu tiwell the Iioly chime. 
 2 
 Thf)Ugh no more tl«< incarnate Siiviour 
 
 We behold in latter dayn; 
 Though A temple far Ichm gloriouH 
 
 Ki'lnH'H ni»w tilt* NongH wo raine; 
 8till in gl"«'y. Hf ill in glory, 
 
 Thou wilt hear our noteH of praiwe. 
 
 a 
 
 Loud we'll Nuell the (Htaling anthein, 
 All thy wondrouH M'Xh pri»eluiiii, 
 
 Till nil heaven and earth renounding, 
 Kchn with thy trloriouti luime ; 
 
 Halleluiah, hallelujah, 
 Hftlleiuiah to the Lamb! 
 
 266 8^» 
 
 [Tine 80. 
 
 Glory tu the Father, and to the Son, and to 
 the Holy Uhott. 
 
 1 
 
 (tlory to the Father givif, 
 
 ( iod in whom we move and live : 
 
 Children'H prayers he doigiin to hear, 
 
 Children'H HongH deliffht niH ear. 
 
 (ilory to the Si>n we bring, 
 
 ChriHt our l*n)phet, Prient, and King; 
 
 (Children, raiso your Hweot«<Ht Mtrain 
 
 To the Lamb, for he was nlain. 
 
 (;iorv to the Holy (»hoHt ! 
 
 Ik* thin day a iientecoHt ! 
 
 ( 'hildren'H mindH may he inunire. 
 
 Touch their tongueH with holy fire! 
 
 (ilorv to the higlieMt l)e, 
 
 To the bleHHed Trinity, 
 
 For the goM|iel from al)ove, 
 
 For the word, that •'Got! w love!" 
 
 — Montyomer}), 
 
 267 (-'.M. [TUNK261. 
 
 / thy Mrvant fear the Lord from my youth. 
 
 1 
 Ifuppy the child whow* yotmgeHt ytarn 
 
 Keceive inHtructi<»n well. 
 Who lu^teH 'he Himu'r'M path, and fears 
 
 The mad that lea<lM to hell. 
 
 m 
 
 2 
 
 When we devote o\ir youth to (Jod, 
 
 'TJH pleawing in Ium tiyes ; 
 A flower, when ofT«'re<l in the bud, 
 
 itt no vain Micritice. 
 
 3 
 
 MuareH 
 
 'Twill Have uh fnjin a thou. 
 
 To mind religion young : 
 (•race will preiterve our h)llowing yoarH, 
 
 And make our virtueit Htrong. 
 
 4 
 
 To theo. Almighty (ioti, tt> thee 
 
 Our cliildluMHl w«i ntHign ; 
 'Twill pleawf \ih to l(N>k back and wen 
 
 That our wholo livuM were thiue. 
 
 6 
 
 fjet the Hwent work of prayer and prainu 
 
 Kninloy my young«Nt breath : 
 TIiUH I'm pre|>ar«Hl lor longer dayii, 
 
 Or fit for early dMtL 
 
 -I$aac WatU, 
 
THE SABBATH SfJKOOL. 
 
 81 
 
 268 4 7h. [.Iidah. 
 
 Thou, Gwi, mtetit me. 
 
 1 
 
 Wlum tliiH iumg of pruiw hIiuU ccuMtf 
 
 L<ft tity uliilurt'ii, Ijord, (l<*|*urt 
 With thu bleHHinK "f thy |M*ace, 
 A>h1 thy lovo in mery huj^rt. 
 2 
 Oh ! where'er <»ur iMith may lie, 
 
 Father, let iih not forget 
 That we walk l)eneath tliint- eye, 
 That thy care uphuldM uh yet. 
 
 Blind are we, and weak, and fniil, 
 
 I^t thine aid forever near; 
 Miiy tlie fear to Hin jtrevail 
 
 Over everv other f«'ar. 
 
 ir. C. Ilniant. 
 
 269 
 
 fTiNK my 
 
 Jmtu* Haith, Cnme unto itw. 
 1 
 Come to the Havionr, make no delay ; 
 Here in hiu worti lie'H hIiowii nH tiie wtiy : 
 Here in onr midnt he'H HtiuidinK to-day, 
 Tenderly Haying, "Come ! " 
 
 Cho. — iloyful, joyful will the meriting lie, 
 when from Hin uur hearts itre 
 
 pure and f r(«e, 
 And wo Hhall gather, Havionr, 
 with thtw. 
 In uur eternal humo. 
 
 2 
 
 " Suflfor the children ! " oh, hear hin voiw, 
 liet every heart leap forth and rejoics'. 
 And let \i» fre<jly nuike him o\ir ohoiae : 
 l>u nut delay, ' iit uome. 
 8 
 Think once ai^ain, he'H with uh to-day; 
 Heed now hut bleH^e<l uommandH, and 
 
 olMjy ; 
 Hear now hiH accentH tenderly ^ay, 
 *' Will y«)u, my t^hildren, <ome*" 
 
 i.'ev. F Itiiot. 
 
 270 [Tlnk 'iTO. 
 
 lit tr(i« taken uv ; aiul n rluwl n'vi'tvrti hi in 
 vul ()/ Ihfir niykl. 
 
 1 
 
 St«e, the Conqueror mountM in triumph ; 
 
 H«H> the King in royal ntat >, 
 Hiding on the cloudH Iuh chariot 
 
 To hilt hvavenly |mlace gatel 
 Hark ! the ehoirit of angvi vuto«Ni, 
 
 Juyful alleluiait uing, 
 U 
 
 And the itortiiln high are lifted 
 To receive tln-ir n«*avcMly King. 
 
 Who JM this that conten in glor>', 
 
 With the tnunp of jultiU-t^? 
 Ii«)rd of itattleM, (mkI of HrmieN, 
 
 He liuH gained tlie victory 1 
 He who <«n the entsH did Hutfi-r, 
 
 Ho who from the griive anwe. 
 He hiiM vanqniHh*'U nin and Sutun, 
 
 He by (htath ha^t H|M>iled Ium ftM'H. 
 3 
 kaine nn u|) froni •urtii to heaven, 
 
 (ii\(< UH wingH of fiiiih and love, 
 (SaleN of lioly a.spiration 
 
 Wafting UH to rralniM alxtve; 
 That, with lifiii'tH and niindN uplifted, 
 
 We with Cliristctur Ijord may dwi-ll, 
 When* he nitn entlirone<| in glory 
 
 In hi^ !ieavenlv eiUvdel. 
 I 
 (tlory l)e tt» (JchI the Kathfr; 
 
 (tlory U» to ({(mI thf Son, 
 Dying, rinen, axeended for »ih, 
 
 Who the heaveidy realm hath won; 
 (ilory to th«' Holy Spirit ; 
 
 To (»ur <JimI in IN'rHouM thn-e, 
 
 (flory iNith in i*arth and licav«>n,~ 
 
 (tlory, eiidleMH Kh»r.Vi Ix' ! 
 
 — Iliiihoft Wiuiliiworth. 
 
 271 |Tink271. 
 
 t'omijuerinff and to conquer, 
 1 
 Ariwe, go forth to conquer, 
 
 Young champitMiH for the Lord ; 
 Fling out the royal ntandard, 
 
 CuHheathe the mighty nwoid ; 
 Till- (Miur(*h that Hword han wiiOdiMl 
 
 In uutny adreiulful fray, 
 Till Satan'n army treniltleil. 
 And, vancpiinhed, Hed away. 
 
 Clio. Arise, go forth tocompier, 
 
 Young I'humpioiiH for the r<«)i'd; 
 Fling out the royal Htaudard, 
 UuHlieathe the might) HWord 
 
 2 
 Oh, Hwell our rankn, young Holdiem, 
 
 And, l>y our ('aptam led, 
 From 'joiKpiering ntill tneon<pier, 
 
 March on with f«>arleHH tivud; 
 Fight manfidly and hravely, 
 
 VVe'll di(« with Hwonl in haml. 
 And leave, for thtmu who follow, 
 
 ( )ur fiMttprintn in the itand. 
 
 li. J. Ffhneet. 
 
82 
 
 TTIK SABliATH SCHOOL. 
 
 272 rTi'>*'« 272. 
 
 IHk natiir Khali '«' rulhil Wonderfiil. 
 
 1 
 I liiivi- ln-jinl of a Sa\ i«turV lt>v«', 
 
 And a wumii-rfiil l(»v«- it iuu«t Im-; 
 But (lid Ih' colli*' down from iiIm»vi*, 
 
 Out (if lovt^ and coinpaHHiun for uw'! 
 
 HfunTi'iiK Kkhimnsk* to Vkuhi; l. 
 "TIiIh Ih Ik riilthfiil Hjiylhtf. iiiiil wmtliy of itll m'- 
 
 rf|itut|iili, tllllt Chl'Ut JlfHIln L'UIIIU littu tiiu wurld to 
 MtVit MllllK'I'n ." 
 
 3 
 
 I have heard Imw lit' sntf; "(hI and l)l<'»'.. 
 
 I low liclan^iiiNlu'd and dii'donthutD-i'; 
 Fiiif tlicM is it anywlmr*' Maid 
 
 Tliat lie languinlifd and Hidfcred fur im '.' 
 
 HcttirrniiF. KKMrnxuRTo Vk.hsk 2. 
 
 "Ill' \\>in \v»ii)iili'il for oiii tiiiiiH^rfNHlonii. lie wah 
 tit'ilUxl fur oiir llll(|illtlfM ; till' rliiiH'.lNi-liiittit of OIII I 
 
 liniri' WlIK U|HI|| llilll i Hlld Wttll IllN ItlriiMM WO All' 
 
 liiialixl." 
 
 3 
 I'v«' Ih'ch told of a heaven on high, 
 
 Which the chihiren of Jchiih Khali net); 
 H\lt in theie a |ilace in the hIvV 
 
 Made rea<ly and fiii'niHJitMl for uw'i 
 
 SCUIITI'IIK IlRrtHlNHK To VKItHK S. 
 
 "In III V Kilt licr'M lioiiiii' urn iniiiiy iiiiiiiitloiiH : Ifli 
 wi<ri< not Ml, I wmilil Intvn tnlil yiiii. I Ki'to priipitn' ;i 
 IiImmi fur you ; tli'it whi'tr 1 mil tlii>rn yn iimy Ixi ulmt. ' 
 
 •i 
 lyird, answer these (|ti(>stionh of mine; 
 
 To whom shall I jf" l'"*^^ <" tin cV 
 And Hay, liy thy Spirit divine, 
 
 There's a rtttviour iind heaven for me. 
 
 Chorus — to lunt vrme on/.v. 
 V«»H, yes, yes, for me I for niu! 
 
 Yes, yes, yes, for me I 
 Our Lord from iilsive, in his infinite love, 
 On the urusM died to suvn yuii and tue. 
 
 * Wlii-ii iiiti'il ill II HohiNil, thn U<m|)iiiiM'ii nmv )ii> 
 rliillili'il liy II t'tllMrinH Choir ( or, II liHiKi (oiivi'iiii'lit, 
 
 rituil liy (lid ■Sii|i<'riiii«iiiluiii, 
 
 -I*. i'hillipH. 
 
 273 [TrvK '2r.\. 
 
 Then »huH i» mine, when he ninkelh up hm 
 
 ji'iirlt. 
 
 1 
 
 When he conu Ml, when Ih» roni»«th, 
 To malie il|i his jewels, 
 /Ml his jewels, precious jewols, 
 ilis loviMJ itnd his own. 
 
 Cho.— Like the starH of th<' ninnung, 
 His hright crown iulorning, 
 They shall shine in their iH'auty, 
 Bright gems of hin crown. 
 
 2 
 
 He will gather, he will gather 
 The gems for his kingdom ; 
 All t\w pure ones, all the bright on<>s. 
 His luvud and his own. 
 
 a 
 
 Little childi'en, little children, 
 Who love their Kwle<'mer, 
 Are the jewels, prwiotis jewels. 
 His loved and his own. 
 
 — H'. O. Cmthimj. 
 
 274 L. M. lTlNKir.7. 
 / iiHccnit to my Father and your Father. 
 
 I 
 
 (ircat (toil, and wilt thou coii<U»sceml 
 
 To Ih- n»y Father and my Friend? 
 
 I a |NM)r child, and thou ho high, 
 
 Tht) Ijord of earth, and air, and sky? 
 >> 
 
 .Art thou my Father? canst thou In'ar 
 To hear my issir in»|mrfect prayer? 
 Or wilt thou list^ n to tint praise 
 That such a little one can raine? 
 
 '^ 
 
 Art thou my Father? h<t mo Iw 
 
 .\ nu'ek, olHjdient child t(» thoe; 
 
 .And try in word, and diHMl.and thought. 
 
 To starve and praise thue as 1 ought. 
 
 4 
 .Art tlum my Father? then at last, 
 When all my days on earth are iiast. 
 Send down and take me in thy love 
 To Im' thy Initter child alsive. 
 
 -Jane Taitlor. 
 
 275 «.7.«J.-«.7. [Ti-NKL»7:.. 
 
 / io>i the <juud Shepherd. 
 
 I 
 Saviour, lik«* a shepherd lead uh, 
 
 .Much we need thy teiiderest core; 
 In thy pleasant |uu<tur<'s feed us, 
 F«tr otir use thy fields preiuvre: 
 Itlessed •l(<sus, bleKsed tiesus, 
 Thou hastlNiughtUM, thine we are. 
 2 
 W»i an* thint», do thou iM'friend us. 
 
 Ho the gtiardian of ourwav; 
 Keep thy t1(M'k, from sin deiend um. 
 Seek us w lu'U w«t go ahtra; 
 
 Llessed iliisus, I 
 
 So ahtrav 
 (tSWtl .11 
 
 esus, 
 
 Hear, oh, h«>ar u^<. when we pmy. 
 
THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 a3 
 
 iud 
 
 3 
 
 Thou hant iinnuJHt'd to n»o»'iv«* us, 
 P(H>r and Hinful thuui^h wo \m; 
 
 Thou hant nu*rcy U) r«hovt« uh, 
 (i rivet) to uU^anHe, and |N>werto freu: 
 
 BleHMHl Jhhuh, hleMHWl .FoHtlM, 
 
 Will wo early turn to thet-. 
 
 4 
 
 Karly l«t. nn Heek thy fav<Hir, 
 
 Karly let uh do thy will ; 
 BU<nH«Hl Lonl and only Saviour. 
 
 With thy love our bofloniH fill : 
 BleHMtnl JeHUH, hlenM«d Jchux, 
 
 Thou huHt loVtnl UH, luVH UH Htill. 
 
 — D. A. Thrtipp. 
 
 276 X-^itTH. [Tl-NKllMi. 
 
 liemeinber nnir th\j Cifotor in the dny» 
 
 of thy youth. 
 
 1 
 
 Saviour, whil<» uiv ln-art Im t«Mul«'r, 
 I would yield tliat hourt to thi-<-; 
 
 All my iK»w«'rH t<» tlu«« Hurri'udt'r, 
 Thine, and only thine, tu hn. 
 
 2 
 
 Take me now, TjortI JeNUM, take \uv, 
 liot my youthful heart 1h< thine ; 
 
 Thy ilevottnl Hervant niake m««, 
 i* ill my ttuul with love divine. 
 
 8 
 Send me, Lord, where thou wilt wnd me, 
 
 Only do thou gw'ula my way ; 
 May thy grace through life attend nie, 
 
 (iladly then shall I obey. 
 
 4 
 
 Thine T am, O T^onl, for ever, 
 
 To thy Horviou Het a|Hirt ; 
 Suffer me to leave thee never; 
 
 St-al thine inia^fe on my heart. 
 
 - ./. nurtuit. 
 
 277 [TuNK 277. 
 
 I will aimtwr (/«•«. 
 
 1 
 Father, bleHH oiw H4'hool to-tlay ; 
 Be in all we do and May ; 
 Be in every Hon^ W(« NiuK, 
 Kvery i-rayor to thee we bring. 
 
 Cho. — Come, oh, csome, an»l with uh mwt ; 
 And, while Hittinw: at lliy feet, 
 May we in the leHHon Hee, 
 homething drawing uh to ther. 
 
 JeniiH, well Ijelov^nl Son, 
 May thy will by uh l)e done: 
 Come and mtH*t with uh t«Mlay : 
 Teach uh, Lord, thyHolf, we itrav. 
 
 8 
 
 H«)ly Spirit, mighty power, 
 ('onnecrate thitt iSablmth Ixiur; 
 I'nto UH thine unction kIv*". 
 Touch our houIk that we may livt*. 
 
 4 
 Father, Holy Snirit, Son, 
 Sacnd triune, Ihree in one. 
 Hear \\h, while once more we i»r»y. 
 Bless our Habliath-school to-day. 
 
 ~-Amti€ C^iimmimft. 
 
 278 |Ti-XE27». 
 
 Jiyjftayer and MUppUeatiun. n-itk 
 
 thanktiyicinij. 
 
 I 
 
 One more hymn we'll ning at fiartinfr, 
 I One more strain of grateful nraiM- : 
 
 While our pureHt thoughts anu feeling 
 I Mingle with the noU-n we raiMe; 
 
 Children, teach(*rH, loving itareutH, 
 I All t))gether join the lay • 
 
 Swell the clionm till the echo 
 I Soundti alttng the heuvciily way. 
 
 I Cho. —One more hymn we'll King at 
 
 parting, 
 I One more "iiymn of grateful 
 
 piuise; 
 While our purest thoughts and 
 feelings 
 Mingle with the noten we nim. 
 
 2 
 lt«« the meiiHUi'e Hweetly tentler; 
 
 Sing of mercy pure and fi-ee; 
 Sing of tIeHUH, pnn^ious Savi«iur-- 
 
 iuin who die<l f<jr you and me; 
 Sing how urtmt bin loving-kindneKH 
 
 'lo Imh cl;^ildren day by day, 
 How with gentltt han<l he leivd^ them 
 
 All along tilt shining way. 
 3 
 Let UH look by faith U) .TenUK, 
 
 Lowly Iwuding at his feet; 
 Hund)ly ask IiIh love t^i guide un. 
 
 When we leave this dear ri'tnvit ; 
 leather, grant uh now thy bhwitiug; 
 
 Saviour, make tin ever thine; 
 Holv Spirit, be our eonifort ; 
 
 Kill our lieartM with K»ve divine. 
 
 
M 
 
 THK SABBATH flCHOOt, 
 
 279 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Viwi'KR Hymn. 
 
 ThoM that wc'i- we early »haUjind int. 
 1 
 God lias 8!iid, "For evf>rl>lnHHed 
 
 Thu.Ht) who H«ek \\w in their youth ; 
 Tht^y Hhall find the |>ath of wimlom, 
 
 And the imm)w wuy of truth ;" 
 Guide 1IH, Saviour, guide uh, Saviour, 
 la the nurruw way of truth. 
 2 
 Be our utrength, for we are weakueHH; 
 
 He our wisdom and our gui(h< ; 
 May we wiilk in love and ineeknexH, 
 
 Nearer to our Haviour'n Hide ; 
 Niiu^lit eim harm UH, naught can harm um, 
 While wo thuH in thee abide. 
 3 
 Th\>H, when evening Hh«ult»H Bhall gather, 
 
 We may turn otir tttarleMH ey«« 
 To tlio dwelling of our Father, 
 
 To our lunne U^yond t\\v> wky ; 
 Gently iiOMHing, gently iNuwing, 
 To the happy land on high. 
 
 — VuknowH. 
 
 280 8hA7b. rTi'NK28<\ 
 Ue shall yioo hit aitjieU ehanje over thee. 
 
 JemiH, ten ier Shepherd, hear me, 
 BleHH thy little lamb t<^)-night ; 
 Through t)ie darkneHH Im< thou near me. 
 Keep me Mafe till morning light. 
 2 
 Through thiHday thy hand han li^d me. 
 
 Ami I thank th*'*^ for thy eai-e; 
 Thou hiuit wanned nw, ulothed, and fed 
 me, 
 LiHUtn to my evening prayer. 
 « 
 L<>t my HiuH 1m) all forgiven, 
 
 BleH the friendH 1 love so well ; 
 Take I e, when I die, to heaven, 
 Jlupi)y there with thi« to dwell. 
 
 — Al./i. I>unenii. 
 
 281 [TlNKUHl. 
 J tviU/oUow thte whercuMver thmi yot'nt. 
 
 1 
 JeHUH, blefiMu] .lemiH, 
 
 I would f(>llo\v the«<; 
 Meek, and pun:^, and holy 
 
 Thy diauipU) Ik*. 
 Free fi^un muj anil folly. 
 
 Free from worldly strife, 
 TruHtirr in thy merit 
 
 Fur uteniol fife. 
 
 2 
 
 JcHUs, blewed Jo«uh, 
 
 Keep me near thy Hide ; 
 Tiest the world'H aUuremt<ntH 
 
 CauHe my feet to Hlide. 
 C)n the Rock of Ages, 
 
 Firmly let m<» Rtand, 
 Yielding Htrict olxnlience 
 
 To my Lord'H command. 
 8 
 Piirer yet and purer, 
 
 I would be in mind, 
 Dearer yet and dearer, 
 
 Kvery duty find ; 
 Honing Htill and trunting 
 
 (lod without a fi-ar. 
 Patiently Ixdieving 
 
 He will make all clear. 
 4 
 Calmer vot and calmer. 
 
 Trial i>ear and pain, 
 8urer yet and surer. 
 
 Peace at last to gain ; 
 Suffering still and doing. 
 
 To his will reHigned, 
 An<l to God Htdxluing 
 
 Heart, and will, and mind. 
 
 S. J. Vail. 
 
 282 8hA7m. [TrNK-JW). 
 
 2'he Lord it my Shepherd. 
 
 1 
 
 Gracicms Savicmr, genfle ShephenI, 
 
 Little one* are dear to thee ; 
 (fathered with thine armH, and oarritNl 
 
 In thy boHom, may we be. 
 
 Tender Shepherd, never leave uh 
 
 From thy fohl to go astrav ; 
 By thy loc)k of love ilirtH!t4>d, 
 
 May we walk the narrow way. 
 
 8 
 
 Tauirht to lisp the holy ])raiseH 
 
 \Vliich «)n earth thy chiUlif n sing, 
 May WH with thy Haintn in glor) 
 
 ing. 
 h\ 1.ei 
 
 - ry 
 Join to praise our ]i«)rd and Kinii 
 
 ./. 
 
 .eeton. 
 
 283 [TlNK'JHI. 
 
 .Knd Jem»intrM%n'd in wiadnm and utattire, 
 
 ami in/awur with (jvd ami man. 
 
 1 
 
 Gentle, holy JeKun, 
 
 Haviotir meek and mild, 
 Thou who oii«Nt woHt ftuihionod 
 
 Like a little child} 
 
 mm 
 
THK SABBATH. 
 
 86 
 
 I'eton. 
 
 And in grace and mneknesH 
 
 U|j to nianluxxl grew : 
 Sharing human weakneHH, 
 
 Uiunan Horruw too. 
 2 
 In thy word ho holy, 
 
 Saviour, wtt can mo«, 
 Tliat of UH ttiou HayuHt, 
 
 "liet thtMn conm to nie." 
 (thid wo come! and n.^nder 
 
 All we have to give: 
 While our heartH are tender, 
 
 Help UM, Lord, to live. 
 3 
 Like thy yoxmg diHciplen, 
 
 Tliat the world may H<f» 
 We are taught by JeHUH, 
 
 An<l have learntnl of thee 
 May we copy chmely 
 
 liim we HO much love. 
 Till we V)ear hiH likeneHH, 
 
 PorfecttHl above. 
 
 -Mm. WhHff(>'M. 
 
 THK SABBATH. 
 
 284 I'M. iiiKiiKo.s. 
 
 The Sabbath made fur man. 
 
 1 
 Sw«H«t in the work, my (Jfwl, my King, 
 To praiHe thy name, give thankH, and 
 
 Hing; 
 To Hh«»w thy lovel)y morning lighf, 
 And talk of all thy truth at nignt. 
 
 2 
 Swwit in th<« (lay of wicrod rest, 
 No Mtortal careH dihturb my brejiHt ; 
 Oh, may my htmrt in tinui ne found, 
 Like David'H harpof Holemn Ho\ind ! 
 
 3 
 My hr^art Nhall triumph in the Lord, 
 An<l bloKH hifl workn, and bIeH>t IiIh word : 
 Thy workii of grace, how bright they 
 
 Hhinel 
 How d<H*p thy counHolH, hov/ divine ! 
 
 4 
 KikiIh never raifie their thoughtH ho high : 
 Like bruteti they )ive, like bruteM tlity 
 
 die ; 
 Like graHH they flourinh, till thy breath 
 DoomH them to everltuiting death. 
 
 ft 
 But 1 Hhall Hhar«t a glorioUH iNirt 
 V. "ven grace h.oi well rettuwl my hivart; 
 
 And fresh H\ipplieH of joy are nhed, 
 Like holy oil t4) chet*r my head. 
 
 (I 
 Then Hhall I H»«e, and hear, and know 
 All I deHinnl and winhed l>elo\v ; 
 And every |H)\ver find Nw»H^t employ 
 In that (!tenud world of joy. 
 
 ' —Itaac WattM. 
 
 285 I'.M. [TiNBtKJ. 
 It t,hnll be a Sabbath of rent. 
 
 1 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear <»ur vowh, 
 On this thy day, in tluH thy houao; 
 And own, hh (grateful HacTitice, 
 The HongH which fn»m thy wervantH rine. 
 
 2 
 Thine earthly SabhatliH, I>)rd, we love, 
 But there 'h a iiolder rent alK)ve; 
 1'o that our iiilMiuring HoidH aHpire, 
 With ardent hojHj, and ntroiig denire. 
 
 3 
 No more fatigue, no jiiore dintn-HH, 
 Nt»r sin nor ln-ll mIiuII reaeh the place ; 
 N(» nigliH nhall uiiugle with the HongH, 
 Which warble fi-om immortal tonguen. 
 
 4 
 
 No Hide alanuH of niging fiM's; 
 No ninm to lireuk the loug re|Hts«'; 
 No midnight hliiule, no elou(!ed Him, 
 hutHa(;re(i, high, et<<rnal niHtn. 
 
 5 
 Oh, longex|K'cte<l day, -legin! 
 l)u\vn on theHe reuluiH >>t woe and tin; 
 Kiiiu Moidd we leHve tluH wtiiry road. 
 And nlrei in death, to rent with (J<m|. 
 
 /»(. Ihiitdriiliio. 
 
 286 C;. M. (Tr.NKl.tll, 
 Tht .Sulibath t\f tt.c Lord thu timl. 
 
 1 
 With joy we hail the naered day 
 
 Which (mkI lias LuUetl \uH own ; 
 With joy the HtunmouH w«t olwy 
 i To wtirnhip at bin throne. 
 
 2 
 Thv ohow'n temph'H. L»d, how fair ! 
 
 Ah hero thv Hervantn thr» ng 
 To Itreathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
 .Vud iHiur the grat-«'ful Hong 
 8 
 Spirit of gr*oe, oh, deign to tlwell 
 
 Within thy church lH«h»w I 
 Make her in liolineNH extwl, 
 With pun^dev«ttion glow. 
 
 \l/IM.l 
 
86 
 
 THK .SCRIPTURES. 
 
 L»'t ]H;tice within \wr wallK Ik! found ; 
 
 lA't all h<*r NOMK unite 
 ToHproui with holy /.ral around 
 
 Thy g<m|N-]'H gloriouH light. 
 
 f> 
 Gniat (Jod, w*- hail th** Hacn»d day 
 
 Which thou ha»4t calh'd thine own ! 
 With joy tlir HununouH we oU-y 
 To wortthipat thy tlirone. 
 
 — Harriet Aubrr. 
 
 287 « 7h. [Sahhatm Mokn. 
 
 Hf member the Sabbath dan '" *''''y' '' '"''.". 
 1 
 Hafely through anotlier week, 
 
 ( >o(i haN brought uh on our waj' ; 
 T<et us now a bleHHiiiK Heek, 
 
 Waiting in hiH fourtx to day ; 
 Day «)f all the we«-k tiie iN'Nt, 
 
 Ktnhleui of eternal reHt. • 
 2 
 While we pray for |uirdoning gnu'e, 
 
 Thntugh our great K«'deenier'H name, 
 Show thy reeoueiled face, 
 
 Tako away our nin and HJuiiue ; 
 Fnim our worldly careh Het fn-*-, 
 
 May we iVMt tliiM day in thee. 
 
 A 
 Hen' we oonie thy name to praise ; 
 May We feel thy jirem-nce near; 
 ^J.'V thy glory meet our eyeM, 
 
 Vv'hile we in thy hotise ap|N*ar; 
 Here afford Uh, liord. u tawte 
 Of our t'\erla**ting feii^t. 
 
 -J. yewtoii, 
 
 288 7s A tis. ITtNK 'JT. 
 
 Thu StiblHtfh II tMijiht, the hohi nj the Lonl. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh. fliiv of rest and gladnesH, 
 
 Oh, day of joy and light. 
 Oh, halm 4tf fare and Hiuhu"<x, 
 
 Mo«t iH'Hutiful, most (tright ; 
 On thett th4> liigli liud lowly 
 
 Before the eternal thronu 
 Simr Holy, Holy. Holy. 
 
 To the gr»'at Thr«««' m One. 
 •> 
 
 On thop, at the ennatitm. 
 The light firt*t had its Itirth; 
 
 < ^n th***' for «»ur lutlvntioii, 
 Chrmt ixHiu frum U*;ptha uf earth ; 
 
 On theo our Lord victf)rionH, 
 
 The Spirit w^nt fnnn heaven ; 
 And thuH on thee nioHt gloriouH 
 
 A triple light watt given. 
 3 
 New graces ever gaining 
 
 FniHJ this our day of rt«t, 
 We reach the rest remaining 
 
 To HiiiritH of the blest; 
 To Holy (Ihost lie praises, 
 
 To Father, and to Htm ; 
 The Church her voice upraises 
 
 To thee, blest Thnn' in One. 
 
 —liuthup Wurdtworth. 
 
 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 289 [Tt NK 2H!). 
 
 The U'ordu that I Mpeak unto you, they are 
 
 gpirit, ami they are l{fe. 
 
 Sing them over again to me. 
 Wonderful words of Life, 
 
 Let .Me u»or*i of their lx*auty km,-, 
 Won(ierful words of Life. 
 Words r>f lifr and IxMUity, 
 Teach nie faith and duty; 
 
 lit'uutiful wonls, wonderful words, 
 
 W«»nderfid words of Life. 
 2 
 
 Christ, th«' blessed One. gives to all 
 
 Wonderful words of Life; 
 Sinn»'r, list to tiie loving will, 
 
 Wouderfid Words of Life. 
 
 .Ml so freely given, 
 
 WiKiing \is to heaven. 
 Beautiful words, wonderful words, 
 
 Wtinderful \\(»rdht;f Life. 
 S 
 Sw««etly echo the gos|M>l call, 
 
 Wonderfid wonls of Life; 
 Offer ixvrdnn and |»'a(^ to all, 
 
 Won<ler''ul wofff- of Life. 
 
 .b'HtiH, oidy SavKMir, 
 
 Sanctify forever 
 iJettutiftd wor»|s, u 'uderftd words, 
 
 Won<b rful Wonls of Life. 
 
 -/'. /• RtuH 
 
 290 
 
 L. M. [Wahp. 
 
 I tiutt in thy iiHtrd. 
 1 
 Thefp is Ik stream, wh«»iM> g«>ntle flow 
 
 Suppiiw* the city «if our (t<Kl : 
 liife, hive. »nd jtiy. still gliding througli. 
 And watering our divine alMide. 
 
THK SCRIPTrRKS. 
 
 87 
 
 [WaHI'. 
 
 How 
 thruugli. 
 
 That HAcrfHl Htreani, thy holy Word, 
 SupjiortH <mr faitli, our fearH controls; 
 
 Sweet peace thy proinineH afford, 
 And give new strength to fainting Huulrt. 
 
 3 
 Lond may the tn>iible<l <x^an n)ar ; 
 
 In Hacrtnl peace our houIh abide. 
 While every nation, every shore, 
 
 Trembles, and dreads tne swelling tide 
 
 — Inane Hattii. 
 
 291 L-M. [fJEKMANY. 
 All Scripture is given by innpiration q/° Uml. 
 
 1 
 Let everlasting glories crown 
 
 Thy head, my Saviour an<l my Lord ; 
 Thy hands have brought salvation down, 
 
 And writ the blessing in thy word. 
 
 2 
 In vain iH>r trembling consoience seeks 
 
 Some solid ground to n'st uikhi; 
 With I(»ng despair o\\r spirit bi-eaks, 
 
 Till we apply to thee alone. 
 
 :) 
 
 How well thy blessed truths agree! 
 
 How wise and holy thy eoniunuuls! 
 Thy promis«»s, how hrm they Ih'! 
 
 How Hrm our hojM'aiul comfort standsl 
 
 4 
 
 Should all the forms that men devise 
 AssiMdt my faitli with tn-iuhenuiM art, 
 
 I'd call thent \anity and livH, 
 And bind thy (iosi>el to my heart. 
 
 - Imac Wattx. 
 
 292 <'. Nf. (TrNK4. 
 
 Often thou mine eyen that I y»ati hehohl uvn- 
 rirvu* thitii/H out ni thy law. 
 
 1 
 
 l"'atlier of all, in w liom alon** 
 We live, and move, and breathe, 
 
 One bright, (Hilestial my dart down, 
 And cht«*r thy sons U-neatli. 
 
 2' 
 
 While in thy W«»rd we search for thi'e, 
 We Rean-h with trembling awe! 
 
 ()|M'n our eyes, and let us stHJ 
 '!' he wonders of thy law. 
 
 3 
 Now let o»»r darkness cM)mprehend 
 
 The light that sliines s«i clear; 
 Now the revealing Spirit send, 
 
 And give us ears to hear. 
 
 liefore us make thy gootlness pass, 
 Whicii here by faith we know ; 
 
 Let tis in .lesiis Hj**' tliy fiice. 
 And die to all IhjIow. 
 
 -C. Wi'thu 
 
 293 •* "»• [Innockvph. 
 From a child thou hant known the Holy 
 
 Script urea. 
 
 1 
 
 Holy Bible, lKK>k iliviix', 
 
 I'reciotjs treasure, thou art mine; 
 
 Mine, to t*'ll IMC whence I came. 
 
 Mine, to tejM'h ine what I am; 
 •> 
 
 Mine, to cliidc nic wlicn I rove, 
 Mine, to show a S;i\ iuiir's lovi-; 
 Mine art, thou, (i> K'litlc my feet. 
 Mine, to judge, condemn, actpiit; 
 
 Mine, to comfort in distress, 
 If the Holy Spirit bless; 
 Mine, to shew l>y livini,' faith 
 Man can tri\uitph over death ; 
 
 i 
 Mine, to tell (if joys t«t r-ome, 
 -And the reUl sinn»'r's dcnnn ; 
 llol\ Millie, iKKik divin«', 
 Precious treasinv, thttu art mine. 
 
 ./. .urdiu. 
 
 294 ^'•^'- lAKNOU). 
 Thu Wiini in a latitft untn in>i i*,et. 
 
 1 
 
 How jireoiotiH is the IuhiV divine. 
 
 By inspiration gixen ! 
 
 Bright ;is a hinip its (liKtrines Hhuu-, 
 
 To |ioint our sotds tti heaven. 
 •I 
 
 It sw^-etly cheers oiu- drooping hearts 
 
 In this <lark vale of tears; 
 liife, lik''it, and joy it Htill imi»arts, 
 
 An«l (piells our rising fears. 
 
 :\ 
 
 This lamp. thriMi^h nil the tedious nigiit 
 
 Of life, Hhall guide otir way: 
 'I'ill we Im'IioM the clearer light 
 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 U. 
 
 295 ^' M. fTt Nr: l.U 
 
 Thy Word wa» to me the y>y <{f my hi-nrt. 
 
 I 
 Father of ntercies, in thy w<vn\ 
 
 What endlesH gl(»ry shin*'' 
 For ever ls> tliv name ad«»r«'<l 
 
 For these celcHtial lines. 
 
38 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 Here may the wretchwl hohh of want 
 
 ExhauHtleHH riches find ; 
 Riche8, alK)ve what earth can grant, 
 
 And lasting an the mind. 
 
 3 
 Hen< the Redeemer's welccjme voice 
 
 SnretidH heavenly |>ertce around ; 
 Ana life and everlasting jovs 
 
 Attend the blissful souncf. 
 
 Divine InHtruct<^)r, graci(»us Ix)rd, 
 
 lie th<tii for ever n^-ar; 
 Tench nie to love thy sacred word, 
 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 — Jfw# Steele. 
 
 295 
 
 [Ti-NE 200. 
 
 Unto you m the word n/thi« italiyition s«Ht. 
 
 I 
 
 I love to tell the Story 
 
 Of uiiseen things aU»ve, 
 Of .Ffsuh iind his glory, 
 
 Of .Ii'sus and his love. 
 1 l»»ve to tell the Story. 
 
 I^'caust^ I know it's true; 
 It HutisHes my longings, 
 
 Am nothing else woidd do. 
 
 Cho.-- I love to tell th«' Story, 
 
 'Twill 1h* my theme in glory. 
 To tell the old, ohi Story 
 Of .lesuH uMfl his lov«(. 
 
 T love to ti'll thi'Stnry! 
 
 'Tis pleasunt to rejM'at 
 What seetns, viwh time 1 tell it, 
 
 Mon> wonderfullv sweet; 
 1 lov«( to tell the Story ! 
 
 K«)r some have nevi-r heanl 
 Tile message of salvation 
 
 Krum (tod's mvn llul 
 
 >Iy Word. 
 
 9 
 
 I love to tell the St^)ry ! 
 
 For those \vli(» know it U'st 
 Se<on hungering and thirsting 
 
 To hear it, like the rest. 
 And when in scenes of glory, 
 
 I sinn fhe new, n»'w i«»ng. 
 Twill Im» the old, old Story 
 
 That I have luved so long. 
 
 —Kate Hankfjf. 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 207 3- ^* [Lkominster. 
 
 The time m thort. 
 1 
 A few more years flhall roll, 
 A few more seasons come ; 
 And we Hhall 1)e with those that rest 
 Asleep within the tomb. 
 
 Cho. - Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that great day ! 
 Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
 2 
 
 A few more suns shall set 
 
 O'er these dark hills of time; 
 And we shall lie when* suns are not, 
 
 A far si'rener clime, 
 .H 
 A few more Htorms shall lieat 
 
 On this wild HK'ky shore; 
 And we shall he where tem|»ests cease. 
 
 And s\irges swell no more. 
 4 
 A few moni struggles hero, 
 
 .A few more partings o'er, 
 A few more tods, a few more tears, 
 
 And we shall wi'ep no more, 
 ft 
 A few more Sahluiths hern 
 
 Shall che<«r us on our way ; 
 And we shall retich the endless rest, 
 
 The ('ternal Sabbath-day. 
 (( 
 'Tis but a little while 
 
 And he shall come again; 
 Who died that we nnght live, wholivi-? 
 
 That we with him may reign. 
 
 --//. Bona I 
 
 THE ADV^ENT. 
 
 298 
 
 [Tl,'NK 20S. 
 (ilury to (imi in the hijhett, 
 1 
 (ilory to (iofl in the highest, 
 (ilory to (t(Kl ! glory to OimI ! 
 (ilorv t«) (!(m1 in the highest. 
 Shall Ih) our song to-day. 
 v\nother year's nch niercies nrove. 
 His ceaseless care and buiuulleHS love, 
 So let otir loudest voices raiM*, 
 Our glad and grateful soi.^s of praise. 
 
THE ADVKNT. 
 
 89 
 
 lionai 
 
 lovo, 
 Iraiw. 
 
 Cho.- Glory t<) liod in the higheHt, 
 (Jlory to (iod in the highest, 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Glory lie to God on high. 
 
 2 
 
 Glory to God in the higheRt, 
 (ilory to God ! glory tt) ( Jod ! 
 (jilorv to God in the highu.st. 
 Shall l>e our nong to-day. 
 The Hoiig that woke the gloriouH morn, 
 When l)avid's greater S<»n wan Ixirn, 
 Sung by an heavenly hoHt, and we, 
 Would join the angeliu conii>any. 
 
 3 
 
 Glory to God in the highent, 
 Glory to ( Jfxl ! glory to Gwl ! 
 Glory to (iod in the highest. 
 Shall l>e our song to-day. 
 Oh, may we an unbroken band, 
 Arounclthe throne of JeHUH Htand, 
 And there with angeU and the thntng, 
 Uf hJH ruduenixd onen join the Hong- 
 
 -W. r. MntHuii. 
 
 209 K.7.H.7,i.7. flfftMrflur. 
 
 J briny j/ow ijwiil lliliiiifi f\fiiieal Joy 
 
 1 
 
 AngelH, from the realniH of glory, 
 Wing your flight o'er all tiie earth ; 
 
 Ye who Hang creation 'h story, 
 Now procTaim MesHiah's Cirth: 
 
 Cfonie and worHhii*, 
 Worship Christ, the new-lN)rn King. 
 
 2 
 Shepherds, in the field abiding. 
 
 Watching o'er your flocks by niglit, 
 G(m1 with man is now reriiding; 
 Yonder shines the infant light : 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new lK)n» King. 
 3 
 Sages, leave your ctniteniplations. 
 
 Brighter visions l>eam afar ; 
 StH'k the great l)tmin> of nations; 
 Ye have H«'en hii natal star: 
 
 Come and worship. 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 4 
 Saints, befoni the altar \tending, 
 
 Watchiitg long in ho|M) and n^ar, 
 Sudtlonly the liord, desct^nding, 
 In his temple shall antiear : 
 
 Come and worshi|), 
 Worship Christ, the new-liom King. 
 
 ^Montjiomfrii. 
 
 300 llH&lOs. [TlNK-JtK 
 We have neenhi* titar in the Kaat. 
 
 1 
 
 Brightest and liest of the sons »»f the 
 morning, 
 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us 
 thine aid; 
 Star of the Kast, tlic liorizon adoniing, 
 (iuide where our infant Kedi'einer is 
 laid. 
 
 o 
 
 Co'.d on his cradle tlh- rl»>w-drops are 
 shining 
 I^)W lies his U'd with the Im-iwIs of the 
 stall ; 
 Angels udnn- hiui, in sIuiuImt n-clining. 
 Milker, ami .Mt)iiarch, and Savioumf 
 all. 
 
 8 
 
 Sav, <hall we yield liiin. in costly devotion, 
 
 Od. urs of rlddiii, and otfeiings divine? 
 
 (ienis .if the nir)uiitain, mid iHails of tht? 
 
 ocei»»i. 
 
 Mynhfroiii the forest, and gold from 
 
 the (nine .' 
 
 I 
 Vainly we offer (/ich ampl*' otiJatioii { 
 Vainly with gifts would his favour 
 set lue t 
 Richer by far is the heurt's adoration; 
 Oearcr to (lotl are the prayiTx of the 
 |H>or. 
 
 "* —lh'thi>p Hefner. 
 
 301 7"' [Mkndkixsohn. 
 
 Praitinif God and mi/inti, dluru Id Uwl in 
 the hii/hiHl. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
 "(Jlory to the iiew-lM»ru King, 
 I'eacf on earth, and nitrcy mild; 
 (i<m1 and sinners reconciled." 
 .loyful, all y») nations, rise, 
 .foin the tniimpli <if tie- skies; 
 With angelic hosts pris-laim, 
 
 gelic liosts priH-laun, 
 is born in Bethlehem 
 
 «'• 
 
 "Christ 
 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
 
 "lUory u» the new-lKini King." 
 
 2 
 
 Christ, bv highest heaven adored, 
 ( 'hrist, the everlasting Lord ; 
 Ijate in tin»e, behold him conte. 
 Offspring of a virgin's womb. 
 
M> 
 
 THE ADVENT. 
 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; 
 Hail the incarnate Deity ! 
 Pleased as man with man to dwell, 
 Jesus, our Emmanuel 
 
 3 
 Hail the heaven-lK)m Prince of Peace I 
 Hail the Sun of righteousness ! 
 Light and life to all he brings, 
 Risen with healing in his wnigs. 
 Mild he lays his glory by. 
 Born that man no mont may die, 
 H' n t() rais<» the sons of earth, 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
 -C. WfMlflJ 
 
 302 Hh&7s. fTrNK302. 
 Oh earth i>€ace, good-will toward men. 
 
 I 
 Hark ! what niean thoHw holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies? 
 I^> ! the angelic host n'joices; 
 
 Heav«aily hallelujah's rise. 
 
 Cho.— Listen to the wondr<»UH storj'. 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of 
 j'\v: 
 "Glory in the highest, glory, 
 (f lory 1h) to G(xl most high ! ' 
 
 2 
 
 Peace on earth, go(Kl-will from heaven. 
 
 Reaching far as man is found ; 
 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, 
 
 L(jud our golden harps shall sound. 
 •A 
 Christ is born, ihv peat Anointed; 
 
 Heaven and earth his praises sing; 
 Oh, receive whonj Hod ap|K)inted, 
 
 Ft)r your Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 -J. ('awo<Ht. 
 
 303 [TiNK.m^ 
 
 Oo ye into all the world and jtreach the ijimpel 
 to every creature. 
 
 1 
 The Gospel bells arn ringing. 
 
 Over land, from sea to sea: 
 Blessed news of free solvation 
 
 Do they offer ycm and me. 
 *' For God so loved the world 
 
 That his «mly Son he gave, 
 Whos<x«'er believeth in him 
 
 Everlasting life shall have. "' 
 
 Cho. —-Gospel bells, how they nng; 
 Over land, from sea to sea; 
 Gospel bolls freely bring 
 Blessed news to you and me. 
 
 3 
 
 The Gospel bells invite us 
 
 To a feast prepared fur all ; 
 Do not slight the invitation. 
 
 Nor reject the gracious call. 
 " I am the Bread of Life ; 
 
 Eat of me, thou hungry soul, 
 Th«nigh your sins be rw as crimson^ 
 
 They shall be as white as wool." 
 
 S 
 
 The Gospel bells give warning, 
 
 As they sound from day to day. 
 Of the fate which doth await them 
 
 Who forever will delay. 
 " EscaiHi ye, for thy life ; 
 
 Tarry not in all the plain. 
 Nor k'hind thee look, oh, never. 
 
 Lest thou be consiuned in pain." 
 
 4 
 
 The Gospel liells are joyful, 
 I As they echo far and wide. 
 } Waring notes of jierfect paraon. 
 
 Through a Saviour crucified. 
 •MiixKl tidings of great joy 
 To all people do I bring, 
 I'lito you is l)om a Saviour, 
 Which is Christ the Lord " and Kin^r. 
 
 — J. II. Martin. 
 
 304 CM. [Antiooh. 
 
 The Lord reifputh, let the earth rejoice. 
 
 1 
 .Toy to the world ! the Lord is come ; 
 
 Let earth nnxjive her King ; 
 L*»t ever>' heart preitare him room. 
 
 And heaven and nature sing. 
 
 3 
 
 .Toy t(i the world ! the Saviour reig^is; 
 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
 plains 
 
 Rei^at the sounding joy. 
 
 3 
 I No more let sin and sorrow grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
 He comes to make his blessings flow 
 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 
 4 
 
 He rules the world with truth and graoe. 
 And makes the nations prove 
 
 The glories of his righteousness, 
 And wonders of his love. 
 
 —laaac Wattt. 
 
 Tih 
 
THE CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 91 
 
 THE CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 306 L >L 
 
 [Hamburg. 
 
 God forbid that I nhould (jlorj/, mvr in the 
 cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 
 1 
 When I survey the wondroiw crews 
 
 On which the Prince of gh)r>' diwl, 
 My richest guin I count hut Iomh, 
 
 And pour conteuipt on all my pride. 
 
 2 
 
 Forbid it, Lord, that I Hhould boast. 
 Save in the death of Christ, niy ( Jod : 
 
 .\11 the vain things that chann ute must, 
 I sacrifice them to his bloofl. 
 
 3 
 See, from his head, his hands, his f«'«t. 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled dow n ; 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 
 Or thorns comi>os(t su rich a crown ! 
 
 4 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 
 That were an offering far too small; 
 Ix)ve so ama/.ing, so divine. 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 — Isaac Walts. 
 
 306 o.M. 
 
 [Tine 104. 
 
 There they crucified him. 
 
 1 
 Behold the Saviotir of mankind. 
 
 Nailed to the shameful trtnt ! 
 llow vast the love that him inclined 
 
 To bleed and die for tlu^. 
 
 2 
 
 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, 
 And earth's strtmg pillars tiend ; 
 
 The t«mnle*s veil in sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 3 
 Tis done ! the prtHjiotis ransom's iwiid, 
 
 •* Receive my soul," he orien ! 
 See where he bows his siuircd head ; 
 
 He bows his head, and diet*! 
 
 4 
 
 Rut soon he'll break death's envious chain, 
 
 And in full glory shine : 
 O Lamb of God ! was ever pain, 
 
 Was ever love, liko thine? 
 
 —8. W«tlUy, Sen. 
 
 307 C. M. [Ti NK :i07. 
 
 Lord, remember me when thoucoinest into 
 
 thy kinydom. 
 
 1 
 
 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 
 And did my Soven'ign die? 
 Would he devote that sacrud hvoA 
 Fi »r such a wonn as I ? 
 
 Clio. — Help me, dear Saviour, thee to 
 own. 
 And I'ver faithful lie; [throne. 
 And when thou sittest on thy 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 
 
 Was it for crimes that I have done, 
 
 He proaned \\\Hm the t >-,.(. ? 
 Ama/.mgpity! gratM* vuiMiown! 
 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 3 
 Well might the svm in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his ghtries in, 
 When Christ, the mightv Maker, die<l 
 
 For man, the cn-uture s sin. 
 4 
 Thus might I hide m> bhishing face 
 
 While his dear cross ii|>|H>ars ; 
 Dissolve my heart in thuiikfulness 
 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 But dr(»{>8 of grief can ne'er re^my 
 
 The debt of love ! owr; 
 Here, Ijord, I give luvself away, — 
 
 'Tis all that I can du. 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 THE RESUKUECTTON. 
 
 308 [Tune 308. 
 
 He fO»e/rom the dead according to the 
 
 Scriptures. 
 
 1 
 
 Low in the gravt^ he lay— 
 .lesus, my Savioiu'! 
 
 Waiting the coming day- 
 Jesus, my Ijord ! 
 
 Cho.— Up from the grave he anise, 
 
 With a mighty triumph o'er his 
 
 foes ; [domain, 
 
 He arose a Victor ."rom the dark 
 And he lives forever with his 
 
 saints to reign ; 
 He arose ! He arose ! 
 Hallelujah ! Christ arose ! 
 
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 THE RESURRECTION. 
 
 Vainly tliey watched his bed- 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! 
 
 Vainly they seal the dead — 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 3 
 
 Death cannot keep his prey- 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! 
 
 He tore the bars away — 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 —Rev. R. Lowry. 
 
 309 [Tune 309. 
 Grave, where is thy victory ? 
 
 1 
 Ring, ring the bells over ocean and shore, 
 Jesus, the Risen, shall suffer no more ; 
 Jesus, the Risen, is mighty to save ; 
 Where is thy strength and thy victory, 
 O Grave? 
 
 Cho. — Ring, ring the bells, ring, ring, 
 ring the bells. 
 Ring them joyfully, joyfully ; 
 Lift the voice and sing ; 
 Death is vanquished, and the 
 Lord is King. 
 
 2 
 
 Break from your bondage of Winter, O 
 
 Earth, 
 Wake to a Springtime of music and 
 
 mirth ; 
 Blossom and sing, for your darkness is 
 
 done; 
 Jesus hath risen, thy life-giving Sun. 
 
 3 
 Ring, ring the tidings with joy in the 
 
 chime, 
 Down through the shadows of error 
 
 and crime ; 
 Ring to the spirit of bondman and free, 
 "Jesus is risen, and liveth for thee." 
 
 —Flora L. Best. 
 
 310 «-7s. [Martyn. 
 
 Mary stood without at the sepulchre 
 weeping. 
 
 1 
 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 
 
 Hasted at the early dawn ; 
 Spice she brought, and rich perfume, 
 
 But the Lord she loved had gone ; 
 For a while she lingering stood, 
 
 Filled with sorrow and stupnse, 
 Trembling, while a crystal flood 
 
 Issiied from her weeping eyes. 
 
 But her sorrow quickly fled 
 
 When she heard his welcome voice ; 
 Christ had risen from the dead — 
 
 Now he bids her heart rejoice. 
 What a change his word can make, 
 
 Turning darkness into day ! 
 Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, 
 
 He will wipe your tears away. 
 
 3 
 
 He who came to comfort her, 
 
 When she thought her all was lost, 
 Will for your relief appear, 
 
 Though you now are tempest-tossed. 
 On his arm your burden cast ; 
 
 On his love your thoughts employ ; 
 Weeping for a while may last. 
 
 But the morning brings the joy. 
 
 —S. B. Marsh. 
 
 311 
 
 [Mesct. 
 
 4-78. 
 
 He is risen, as he said. 
 
 1 
 " Christ, the Lor i, is risen to-day," 
 Sons of men and angels say ; 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
 Sing, ye heavens ; thou earth, reply. 
 
 2 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done ; 
 Fought the figl st, the battle won ; 
 Lo! the sun's ellipse is o'er, 
 Lo ! he sets in b^ood no more. 
 
 3 
 Lives again o^^r glorious King; 
 Where, O Djath, is now thy sting? 
 Once he died our souls to save ; 
 Where s thy victory, boasting grave? 
 
 4 
 King of ^lorv ! Soul of bliss ! 
 Everlastmg life is this, — 
 Thee to know, thy power to prove, 
 Thus to sing and thus to love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 312 8,7,8,7,4,7. [TuNB3ii 
 
 He is not here, for hf ' risen. 
 
 1 
 Come, ye saints, behold and wonder. 
 
 See the place where Jesus lay ; 
 He has burst his bands asunder; 
 He has borne our sins away ; 
 
 Joyful tidings ! 
 Yes, the Lord has risen to-day> 
 
THE ASCENSION. 
 
 03 
 
 Jesus triumphs ! sing ye praises ; 
 
 By his death he overcame ; 
 Thus the Lord his glory raises, 
 Thus he fills his toes with shame : 
 
 Sing ve praises! 
 Praises to the V ictor's name. 
 3 
 Jesus triumphs ! countless legions 
 
 Come from heaven to meet their King ; 
 Soon, in yonder blessed regions. 
 They shall join his praise to sing ; 
 
 Songs eternal 
 Shall through heaven's high arches 
 ring. 
 
 -T. KeUy. 
 
 OV BBLIEVBHS. 
 
 313 [Tune 313. 
 
 Because I live, ye shall live also. 
 1 
 We shall sleep, but not forever, 
 
 There will be a glorious dawn I 
 We shall meet to part — no, never, 
 
 On the resurrection mom ! 
 From the deepest caves of ocean, 
 
 From the desert and the plain, 
 From the valley and the mountain, 
 
 Countless throngs shall rise again. 
 
 Oho.— We shall sleep, but not forever, 
 There ' vill be a glorious dawn ; 
 We shall meet to part — no, never, 
 On the resurrection morn ! 
 
 2 
 
 When we see a precious blossom 
 
 That we tended with such care, 
 Rudely taken from our bosom, 
 
 How our aching hearts desi)air! 
 Round its little grave we linger, 
 
 Till the setting sun is low. 
 Feeling all our hopes have jKirished 
 
 With the flower we cherished so. 
 3 
 We shall sleep, but not forever. 
 
 In the lone and silent grave ; 
 Blessed be the Lord that taketh, 
 
 Blessed be the Lord that gave. 
 In the bright, eternal city 
 
 Death can never, never come ! 
 In his own good time he'll call us 
 
 From our rest to Home, sweet Home. 
 
 —M. A. Kidder. 
 
 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 314 [TuNB 314. 
 The King of glory shall come in. 
 
 1 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious ; 
 
 See the " Man of Sorrows " now 
 From the fight return victorious : 
 
 Every knee to him shall bow ! 
 
 Cho, — Crowr him! crown him! angels, 
 crown him ! 
 CiX)wn the Saviour "King of 
 kings ! " 
 Crown him! crown him! angels, 
 crown him ! 
 Crown the Saviour "King of 
 kings!" 
 
 2 
 
 Crown the Saviour ! angels, ci-own him ! 
 
 Rich the trophies Jesus brings : 
 In the seat of power enthrone him. 
 
 While the vault of heaven rings ! 
 3 
 Sinners in derision crowned him, 
 
 Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
 Saints and angels crowd around him. 
 
 Own his title, praise his name. 
 4 
 Hark the bursts of acclamation ! 
 
 Hark those loud triumphant chords ! 
 Jesus takes the highest station. 
 
 Oh, what joy tlie sight affords ! 
 
 -T. Kelly. 
 
 315 [TUNK315. 
 Lord of lords, and King vf kings. 
 
 Oh. praise ye the Lord witli a trumpet 
 
 sound ; 
 Let the anthem of joy through the earth 
 
 resound ; 
 The vail of the temple is rent in twain. 
 Through Christ our Redeemer who liveth 
 
 again. 
 
 Cho.— King of (ilory, 
 
 Thou art exaltvid forever, evermore ; 
 
 . King of (Tlory, 
 Thou, our deliverer, thee we adore. 
 
 2 
 Oh, praise ye the Lord, for the work is 
 
 done ; 
 Now the battle is fought and the victory 
 
 won; 
 
94 
 
 MISSIONARY. 
 
 The legions of death and the boasting 
 
 grave 
 Are trophies of him who is mighty to 
 
 save. 
 
 3 
 Oh, lift up your heads, all ye portals fair, 
 For the Kin^ everlasting to enter there ; 
 He comes with a shout to his throne on 
 
 high. 
 And loud hallelujahs now burst from 
 
 the sky. 
 
 4 
 All honour to him, our exalted King ' 
 
 MISSIONARY. 
 
 317 L. M. [TUNK317. 
 
 He shall reign from the river to the etuis 
 
 of the earth 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Doth his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
 
 Unto him all the praise let his children ' And praises throng to crown his head ; 
 sing ; I His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
 
 His truth and his mercy si.all be our i With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 light, 
 
 A pillar to lead us by day and by night. 
 
 -D. D. 
 
 316 [TUNK316. 
 
 He ascended up on high. 
 
 1 
 Golden harps are sounding, 
 
 ^^ngel voices ring, 
 Pearly gates are opened. 
 
 Opened for the King. 
 Christ, the King of glory, 
 
 Jesus, King of love. 
 Is gon up in triumph, 
 
 To his throne above. 
 
 Cho. — All his work is ended, 
 Joyfully we sing ; 
 Jesus hath ascended ! 
 Glory to our King ! 
 
 2 
 
 Ho who came to save us. 
 
 He who bled and died. 
 Now is crowned v/ith gladness 
 
 At his Father's side. 
 Never more to suffer. 
 
 Never more to die, 
 Jesus, King of glory. 
 
 Is gone up on hign. 
 
 3 
 
 Praying for his children 
 
 In that blessed place, 
 Calling them to glory. 
 
 Sending them his grace ; 
 His bright home preparing, 
 
 Little ones, for you; 
 Jesus ever liveth. 
 
 Ever loveth too. 
 
 —F. R, HavcrgaX 
 
 Peoples and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their young liosannas to his name. 
 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
 The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 And all the sons of want are blest, 
 
 3 
 
 Where he displays his healing power, 
 Death and the curse are known no moi*e ; 
 In him the tribes of Adam boast 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 Let every creature rise, and bring 
 Its grateful honours to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again. 
 And earth prolong the joyful strain. 
 
 — Isaac Watts 
 
 318 7S&68. [TUNK262. 
 
 Freely ye have received, freely give, 
 
 1 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strand. 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand, 
 From many an ancient river. 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 Tb^iv call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 2 
 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle. 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ! 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strewn ; 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone, 
 
MISSIONARY. 
 
 95 
 
 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! oh, salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till piarth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messia^h's name. 
 
 4 
 
 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story. 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll. 
 Till, like a sea of glory. 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ^ 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain. 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 — Binhop Ueber. 
 
 319 
 
 [Tune 195. 
 
 7s&6s. 
 
 The day cometh, 
 1 
 The morning light is breaking ; 
 
 The darkness disappears ; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears : 
 Each Dreeze that sweeps the ocean 
 
 Brings tidings from afar. 
 Of nations in commotion, 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 2 
 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God we love. 
 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
 In gratitude above ; 
 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The gospel call obey. 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 3 
 Blest river of salvation, 
 
 Pursue thine onward way ; 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay ; 
 Stay not till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home ; 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim, "The Lord is come ! " 
 
 —S. F. Smith. 
 
 320 S. M. [St. Michael. 
 
 The hand of the Lord was with them. 
 
 1 
 Lord, if at thy command 
 
 The word of life we sow, 
 Watered by thy almighty hand. 
 The sjeed shall surely grow : 
 
 The virtue of thy grace 
 A large increase shall give. 
 
 And multiply the faithful race 
 Who lio thy glory live. 
 
 3 
 Now then the ceasless shower ^ 
 
 Of gospel blessings send, 
 And let the soul-converting power 
 
 Thy ministers attend. 
 
 4 
 
 On multitudes confer 
 The heart-renewing love, 
 
 And by the joy of grace prepare 
 For fuller joys above. 
 
 — C. Wednj. 
 
 321 [Tune 321. 
 
 It shall come to pass in the last days. 
 
 1 
 
 A better day is coming, 
 
 A morning promised long, 
 When girded Right, with holy Might, 
 
 Will overthrow the wrong ; 
 When God the Lord will listen 
 
 To every plaintive sigh, 
 And stretch his hand o'er every land. 
 
 With justice by-and-by. 
 
 Cho. — Coming by-and-by, coming by-aud 
 by! 
 The better day is coming, 
 The morning draweth nign ; 
 Coming by-and-by, coming-by- 
 and-by ! 
 The welcome dawn will hasten on, 
 'Tis coming by-and-by. 
 
 2 
 
 The bcast'of haughty Error, 
 
 No more will fill the air, 
 But Age and Youth will love the Truth, 
 
 And spread it everywhere ; 
 No more fi'om want and sorrow 
 
 Will come the hoi^eless cry ; 
 And strife will cease, and iierfect Peace 
 
 Will flourish by-and-by. 
 
 3 
 
 Oh ! for that holy dawning 
 
 We watch, and wait, and pray, 
 Till o'er the height the morning light 
 
 Shall drive the gloom away ; 
 And when the heavenly glory 
 
 Shall flood the earth and sky. 
 We'll bless the Lord for all his Word, 
 
 And praise him by-and-by. 
 
96 
 
 MORNING AND EVENING. 
 
 322 7s. 
 
 [Tune 301. 
 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord God omnipotent 
 reigneth. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! the song of jubilee ; 
 
 Jjoud as mighty thunders roar, 
 OT the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shore; 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 
 God omnipotent shall reign ; 
 Hallelujah ! let the word 
 Echo round the earth and main 
 
 2 
 
 Hallelujah! — hark ! the sound, 
 
 From the centre to the skies, 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
 All creation's harmonies : 
 See Jehovah's banner furled, 
 
 Sheathed his sword: he speaks — 'tis 
 done. 
 And the kingdoms of this w'orld 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 3 
 He shall reign from ix)le to pole 
 
 With illimitable sway ; 
 He shall reign when, like a scroll, 
 
 Yonder heavens have passed away : 
 Then the end ; — beneath his rod, 
 
 Man's last enemy shall fall ; 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in (lod, 
 
 God in Christ, is all in all. 
 
 —Montgomery' 
 
 323 [Tune 323. 
 
 Ni, man cared for my soul. 
 1 
 Into a tent where a gipsy boy lay, 
 Dying alone at the close of the day. 
 News of salvation we carried, — said he, 
 "Nobody ever has told it to me ! " 
 
 Cho. — Tell it again ! tell it again ! 
 
 Salvation's story repeat o'er and 
 o'er, 
 Till none can say, of the children 
 of men, 
 *" Nobody ever has told me be- 
 fore!" 
 
 2 
 
 "Did he so love me,— a poor little boy ? 
 Send unto me the good tidings of joy ? 
 Need I not perish V my hand will he hold ? 
 Nobody ever the story has told ! " 
 
 Bending, we caught the last words of his 
 
 breath. 
 Just as he entered the valley of death : 
 " God sent his Son !— whosoever ? " — said 
 
 he; 
 " Then I am sure that he sent him for 
 
 me ! 
 
 I » 
 
 4 
 
 Smiling, he said, as his last sigh was spent, 
 " I am so glad that for me he was sent ! ' 
 Whisperedf, while low sank the sun in the 
 
 west, 
 "Lord, I believe! tell it now to the 
 
 rest!" 
 
 —Mre. M. B. Slade. 
 
 MORNING AND EVENING. 
 
 324 L.M. 
 
 [Morning Hymn. 
 
 When I awake, I am still with thee 
 1 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and early rise. 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 
 Redeem thjr misspent moments past, 
 And live this day as if thy last ; 
 Thy talents to improve take care ; 
 For the great day thyself prepare. 
 
 3 
 Let all thy converse be sincere. 
 Thy conscience as the noon -day clear ; 
 For God's all-seeing eye surveys 
 Thy secret thoughts, thy words, and ways. 
 
 4 
 
 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels take thy part; 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High glory to the eternal King. 
 
 —Bishop Ken. 
 
 326 L* ^' [Evening Hymn. 
 
 He giveth his beloved sleep. 
 1 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ; 
 Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings 
 Beneath thine own almighty wings! 
 
MOHNmO AND EVENING. 
 
 97 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ills that I this day have done ; 
 That, with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 
 
 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the awful day. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, let my soul on thee repose ! 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; 
 Sleep that shall me more vigorous make, 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 —Bishop Ken. 
 
 326 4-78. [Vespers. 
 Bless me, even me, my Father. 
 
 1 
 
 Now the daylight goes away. 
 Saviour, listen while I pray, 
 Asking thee to watch and keep, 
 And to send me quiet si eep. Amen. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, Avash away. 
 All that has been wrong to-day ; 
 Help me every day to be 
 Good and gentle, more like thee. 
 
 3 
 
 Leb my near and dear ones be. 
 Always near and dear to thee ; 
 Oh, bring me and all I love 
 To thy happy home above. 
 
 4 
 
 Now my evening praise I give ; 
 Thou didst die tnat I might live ; 
 All my blessings come from thee, 
 Oh, how good thou art to me ! 
 
 5 
 
 Thou my best and kindest Friend, 
 Thou wilt love me to the end ! 
 Let me love thee more and more. 
 Always better than before. 
 
 —F. R. Havergal. 
 
 327 4-78. [Tdnk 268. 
 It shall be a Sabbath cf rest. 
 
 1 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holv Sabbath day ; 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 When the Ohristiau'M oourte in run. 
 
 7 
 
 N'prht her solemn mantle spreads 
 O er the earth as daylight fades; 
 All things tell of calm repose. 
 At the holy Sabbath's close. 
 
 3 
 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 'Tis the holy peace of God, 
 Svmbol of the peace within. 
 When the spirit rests from sin. 
 
 4 
 Still the Spirit lingers near. 
 Where the evening worshipper 
 Seeks communion with the skies. 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 5 
 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
 Days of joy and peace in thoe, 
 Till in heaven our souls repose. 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er snail close. 
 
 — S. F. Smith. 
 
 328 L. M. [Tune 157. 
 My presence shall go with thee, ond / vnll 
 
 give thee rest. 
 
 1 
 
 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear. 
 It ia not ;.iight if thou be near ; 
 Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise, 
 To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 
 
 2 
 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought, how sweet to re 
 For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 
 
 3 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without thee I cannot live : 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without tliee I dare not die. 
 
 4 
 Come near and bless us when we wake. 
 Ere through the world our way we take ; 
 Till, in the ocean of thy love, 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 
 —J. Keble. 
 
 329 10s. [Ellerh. 
 The Lord will ble^s his people with peace. 
 
 1 
 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 
 With one accord our parting hymn of 
 
 praise ; 
 We stand to bless thee ere our worship 
 
 cease, [peace. 
 
 Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of 
 
98 
 
 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward 
 
 way; 
 With thee began, with thee shall end the 
 
 day ; 
 Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts 
 
 from shame, 
 That in this house have called upon thy 
 
 name. 
 
 3 
 Grant us thy neace, Lord, through the 
 
 coming nignt. 
 Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 From harm and danger keep thy children 
 
 free ; 
 For dark and light are both alike to thee. 
 
 4 
 Grant us thy peace throughout our 
 
 earthly life. 
 Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
 Then, when thy voice shall bid our con- 
 flict cease. 
 Call us, O Lord to thine eternal peace. 
 
 —J. Ellerton. 
 
 330 los. 
 
 [Eventide. 
 
 Abide with uh; for it is towards evening. 
 1 
 Abide with me, fast falls the eventide ; 
 The darkness deepens; Lord, with me 
 
 abide ! 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts 
 
 flee, 
 Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ! 
 
 2 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass 
 
 away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 Oh, thou who changest not, abide with 
 
 me! 
 
 3 
 I need thy presence every passing hour ; 
 Wliat but thy grace can foil the tempter's 
 
 power ? 
 Who like thyself my guide and stay can 
 
 be? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide 
 
 with mo ! 
 
 4 
 Reveal thyself V)efore my closing eyes ; 
 Shine through the gloom, and poixit me 
 
 to the skies, 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's 
 
 vain shadows flee ; 
 In life and death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 — U. F. Lyte. 
 
 331 88 & 7s. [Italian Chorale. 
 He shall give his angels charge over thee. 
 
 1 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 
 
 Ere reix)se our spirits seal ; 
 Sin and want we come confessing ; 
 
 Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 
 Though destruction walk around us, 
 
 Though the arrows past xis fly. 
 Angel guards from thee surround us ; 
 
 We are safe, if thou art nigh. 
 
 2 
 
 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
 
 Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
 Thou art he v/ho, never weary, 
 
 Watchest where thy people be. 
 Should swift death this nignt o'ertake us, 
 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
 — J. Edmeston. 
 
 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 332 .--^UNE 332. 
 
 Wine is a mocker. 
 
 1 
 There's a demon in the glass — Dash it 
 
 down ! 
 With a chain of triple brass — Dash it 
 down! 
 There is many a bosom's throe, 
 And a world of bitter woe. 
 Lying underneath its flow — Dash it down ! 
 Dash it down, dash it down, dash it 
 down! 
 
 2 
 There's a sting beneath its smile — Dash 
 
 it down ! 
 And it sparkles to beguile — Dash it down! 
 While it offers to defend, 
 And it flatters as a friend, 
 There is ruin in the end — Dash it down ! 
 
 All its mirth is but a snare — Dash it 
 
 down! 
 All its promises are air — Dash it down I 
 All its pleasures turn to sin, 
 If its sway but once be^in, 
 While it draws its victim in — Dash it 
 down ! 
 
TEMPERANCE. 
 
 99 
 
 [Tune 333. 
 
 'J'hou hast ffiven them a banner, because of 
 
 the truth. 
 
 1 
 
 The army of temperance is gathering its 
 
 men, 
 From hill-top and mountain, from valley 
 
 and glen ; 
 Cold water's our beverage, we are lusty 
 
 and strong. 
 Then come jom our army and be march- 
 ing along. 
 
 Cho. — Marching along — we are march- 
 ing along, 
 
 Come join our army and be march- 
 ing along ; 
 
 Cold water will make us both 
 valiant and strong ; 
 
 Then come join our army and be 
 marching along. 
 
 2 
 King alcohol's army is mustering in 
 
 might. 
 Then come to the rescue, come join in 
 
 the fight ; 
 With love on our banner and love in our 
 
 We're sure now to win as we re marching 
 along. 
 
 3 
 
 The foe may out-number us many a score, 
 
 But our leaders are valiant, and ne'er 
 will give o'er : 
 
 Our cause is humane, we shall triumph 
 o'er wron^, 
 
 Then come join our army and be march- 
 ing along. 
 
 4 
 
 From mountain to lakes, from the gulf 
 to the strand, 
 
 Our army is marching in strength through 
 the land ; 
 
 In Love, Faith, and Purity we still jwill 
 grow strong, 
 
 Then come join our army and l>e march- 
 ing along. 
 
 -J, W. liunce. 
 
 334 [Tune 334. 
 
 Your redemption draweth nigh. 
 
 1 
 
 Hark ! the temperance bells are ringing, 
 
 Joyous music fills the air ; [ing 
 
 Strength and hope their tones are bnng- 
 
 To the homos where dwelt despair. 
 
 Cho. — Hear the bells, joyous bells. 
 
 Chime the anthem of the free ; 
 Hear the V)ells, merry bells, 
 Sound the temperance jubilee ! 
 
 2 
 
 Long the tyrant foe hath taken 
 Cherished loved ones for his own ; 
 
 Now his cruel power is shaken. 
 Soon will fall his totterinjf throne. 
 
 Brothers, come ! the hosts are forming ! 
 
 Let us join without delay ; 
 Bright the hills with tints of morning, 
 
 Dawning of a better day. 
 
 — Wm. Stevenson. 
 
 336 [Tune .335. 
 
 He hath sent me to bind up the broken 
 
 hearted. 
 
 1 
 
 Homes there are of want and sorrow, 
 
 Where the sunlight ne'er ap[jears ; 
 Only grief, and woe, and pallor, 
 
 'Mid the flow of burning tears. 
 There no kindly word is spoken, 
 
 None to tell of Jesus' love ; 
 None to bind the heart that's broken, 
 
 None to point to realms above. 
 
 Cho. — Go in Jesus' name and help them, 
 Go with tender love and care ; 
 Go, reclaim the lost and fallen ; 
 Go, with earnest pleading . 
 prayer. 
 
 There are h xrts so sad and weary. 
 
 Weak, ana faint, and sore opprest ; 
 Hungering for the words of comfort. 
 
 Longing for the boon of rest. 
 There are children lonely, crj'ing 
 
 For a parent's watchful care ; 
 For thd want of food they're dying. 
 
 Sinking low in deep despair. 
 
 3 
 
 There are fathers, mothers, brothers. 
 
 Bound in chains of sin and shame. 
 Nothing but the power of Jesus 
 
 Can tne guilty hearts reclaim. 
 Rum hath wrought this woe and ruin, 
 
 Robbed these homes of daily food, 
 Fettered every noble impulse. 
 
 Every true desire for gcK)d. 
 
 —Mrs, K \V. Cha2>man. 
 
100 
 
 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 336 [Tune 336. 
 My Father, be thou the guide of my youth. 
 
 1 
 
 You're starting, my boy, on life's journey, 
 
 Along the grand highway of life ; 
 You'll meet with a thousand tempta- 
 tions — 
 
 Each city with evil is rife. 
 This worla is a stage of excitement, 
 
 There's danger wherever you go; 
 But if you are tempted in weakness, 
 
 Have courage, my boy, to say No 1 
 
 Cho.— Have courage, my boy. to say No ! 
 Have courage, my boy, to say 
 No! 
 Have coiu-age, my boy, have cour- 
 age, my boy. 
 Have courage, my boy, to say 
 No! 
 
 2 
 In courage alone lies your safety, 
 
 When you the long journey begin ; 
 Your trust in a heavenly Father 
 
 WiH keep you unspotted from sin. 
 Temjjtatious will go on increasing, 
 As streams from a rivulet flow ; 
 But if you'd be true to your manhood, 
 Have courage, my boy, to say No ! 
 
 3 
 
 Be careful in choosing companions, 
 Seek only the brave and the true ; 
 And stand by your friends when in trial, 
 
 Ne'er changing the old for the new ; 
 And when by false friends you are 
 tempted 
 The taste of the wine-cup to know. 
 With firmness, with patience and kind- 
 ness, 
 Have courage, my boy, to say No ! 
 
 —Ray Palmer. 
 
 337 [Tune 337. 
 Lo, I am with you, 
 
 1 
 
 Friends of temperance, onward go, 
 Fear not ye to face the foe ; 
 God and truth are on your side, 
 Needful strength will be supplied. 
 
 2 
 
 Warn the moderate to beware, 
 Lest they fall into the snare ; 
 Bid them from temptation fly, 
 Touoh uot, taste not, lest they dio. 
 
 Warn the drunkard of his state, 
 Rouse him ere it be too late ; 
 Tell him hope doth jret remain, 
 If he omly will abstain. 
 
 Warn thoni all with feeling heart, 
 In this sin to take lib part, 
 Warn them all this curse to shun, 
 Which hath multitudes undone. 
 
 33 
 
 Give 
 To 
 
 Tow 
 W 
 
 Cho. 
 
 338 
 
 [Tune 338. 
 
 Avmke, put ott thy utrength, Zion. 
 
 1 
 
 See, the Church of Christ arises. 
 Smile or frown of man despises, 
 Forward is the cry it raises, 
 
 For a great crusade ; 
 Listen to the drunkard's wailing, 
 See his struggles unavailing. 
 Now when Christian help seems failing, 
 
 Christians lend your aid. 
 
 Cho. — Join us good and holy. 
 
 Better days come slowly. 
 We will stand a temperance oand, 
 To aid the weak and lowly ; 
 Oh, how long shall Satan's aiming, 
 By this foe our faith be shaming, 
 And the Christian cause defaming, 
 Without effort made? 
 
 Men of God, your help come lend us, 
 From the scorn and sneer defend us, 
 Loving hearts and prayers, oh, send us, 
 
 In the great distress ; 
 Help us, pastors, help us, teachers, 
 Harvest rich awaits the reapers. 
 There's no room for drones and sleepers, 
 
 God the work will bless 
 
 Cho. — Shall the drunkard perish, 
 While our ease we cherish. 
 And the foe unchecked below, 
 Destroy our best and bravest? 
 Talents, time, and life are flying, 
 We shall soon be with the dying, 
 For thy sake ourselves denying, 
 Love U3 Lord not less. 
 
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 Ai 
 
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 Fi 
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PATRIOTIO-NEW YEAR 
 
 101 
 
 state, 
 
 ;e; 
 
 nain, 
 
 g heart, 
 
 ;o shun, 
 idone. 
 
 Tune 338. 
 
 8, 
 
 IS failing, 
 
 y. 
 
 ance oand, 
 iwly ; 
 
 n's aiming, 
 I shaming, 
 I defaming, 
 ie? 
 
 end us, 
 !nd us, 
 , send us, 
 
 hers, 
 
 rs, 
 
 d sleepers, 
 
 ish, 
 
 ish. 
 
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 ravest? 
 
 ire flying, 
 
 ;he dying, 
 
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 esSt 
 
 ■A. SOTfftnt 
 
 339 [TcNE 339. 
 
 Preach deli»eranee to the captive. 
 
 1 
 Give thanks unto God, who j able and 
 willing 
 To save to the uttermost all who draw 
 near ; 
 To send out his light, their redemption 
 fulfilling, 
 While his wonderful love shall dispel 
 I every fear. 
 
 Cho. — Arise! arise! arise, for thy light 
 is come ! 
 Arise ! arise ! arise, for thy light 
 is come ! ■ 
 The light of tnjth to lead thee 
 home ; 
 Arise ! oh, arise ! for thy light 
 is come ! 
 
 2 
 
 Sweet hope in the home of the drunkard 
 hath risen, 
 Where the darkness of sorrow too long 
 held its reign ; 
 He hath cast off his fetters, and burst 
 from his prison, 
 And the sunshine of joy fills his heart 
 once again. 
 
 3 
 Then banish the wine-cup and seek for a 
 blessing 
 From him in whoso might you alone 
 can prevail; 
 For they who will seek him, their weak- 
 ness confessing. 
 Shall have strength to resist all the 
 foes who assail. 
 
 —M. E. Servoss. 
 
 PATRIOTIC. 
 
 340 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. [Tune 340. 
 
 Pray for kings, and for aX that are in 
 authority. 
 
 1 
 God save our gracious Queen, 
 Long live our noble Queen, 
 
 God save the Queen ; 
 Send her victorious, 
 Happy and glorious. 
 Long' to reign over us ; 
 , God save the Queen. 
 
 Through every changing scene, 
 O Lord, preserve our Queen ; 
 
 Long may she reign ; 
 Her heart inspire and move 
 With wisdom from above ; 
 And in a nation's love 
 
 Her throne maintain. 
 3 
 Thy choicest gifts in store 
 On her be pleased to pour. 
 
 Long may she reign ; 
 May she defend our laws. 
 And ever give us cause 
 To sing with heart and voice 
 
 Grod save the Queen. 
 
 — National Anthem, 
 
 NEW YEAR. 
 
 341 L. M. [Tune 204. 
 
 Thou maket>* the outc/oinfj of the morning and 
 
 the evening to rejoice. 
 
 1 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy. 
 Well may thy praise our lips employ 
 While in thy temple we appear. 
 Whose goo(mess crowns the circling year. 
 
 2 
 The flowery spring, at thy command, 
 Embalms the air, and paints the land ; 
 The summer rays with vigour shine, 
 To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 
 
 3 
 Thy hand in autumn richly iK)ur8 
 Through all our coasts redundant stores ; 
 And winters, softened by thy care, 
 No more a face of horror wear. 
 
 4 
 Seasons, and months, and weeks, 
 
 days. 
 
 Demand successive songs of praise ; 
 Still be the cheerful homage paid 
 With opening light, and evening shade. 
 
 5 
 Here in thy house shall incense rise, 
 As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes ; 
 Still will we make thy mercies known 
 Aiound thy board, and round our own. 
 
 6 
 Oh, may our more harmonious tongue 
 In worlds unknown pursue the song; 
 And in those brighter courts adore. 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 —Doddridge. 
 
 and 
 
102 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 342 6s&88. 
 
 [Darwell. 
 
 He will be our Guide ei}en unto death, 
 
 1 
 Conducted by thy hand 
 
 Safe through another year, 
 Again, behold, we stand, 
 
 O Lord, to worship here ; 
 Praise for thy mercies past to give, 
 And ask thy guidance whilst we live. 
 
 2 
 What gratitude we owe ! 
 
 Yet, oh, how poor our praise I 
 A grateful heart bestow ; 
 
 And let our future days, 
 Without reserve, O Lord, be thine, — 
 Bid us awake, arise, and shine ! 
 
 3 
 If length of days be given, 
 
 Lord, as we older grow, 
 Make us more fit for heaven. 
 
 Set free from things below ; 
 And when death brings us full release, 
 Oh, may our latter end be peace ! 
 
 343 C. M. [TuNK 1.32. 
 
 Thou crownest the year with thy yoodness. 
 
 1 
 Sing to the great Jehovah's praise ! 
 
 All praise to him belongs ; 
 Who kindly lengthens out our days, 
 
 Demands our choicest songs. 
 
 2 
 
 His providence hath brc ught us through 
 
 Another various year ; 
 We all with vows and anthems new 
 
 Before our God appear. 
 
 3 
 
 Father, thy mercies past we own. 
 
 Thy still continuecl care ; 
 To thee presenting, through thy Son, 
 
 Whate'er we have or are. 
 
 4 
 
 Our lips and lives shall gladly show 
 
 The wonders of thy love, 
 While on in Jesus' steps we go * 
 
 To see thy face above. 
 
 5 
 Our residue of days or hours 
 
 Thine, wholly thine, shall be. 
 And all our consecrated powers 
 A sacrifice to thee. 
 
 — C. Wegley. 
 
 344 10,5,11. - [Tune 344. 
 
 Well done, good and faithful servant. 
 1 
 Come, let us anew our journey pursue, 
 
 Roll round with the year. 
 And never stand still till the Master 
 appear. 
 
 Cho. — Roll round with the year. 
 Roll round with the year, 
 And never stand still till the Masttr 
 appear. ^ 
 
 2 
 } His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve, 
 ; By the patience of hope, and the labour 
 I of love. 
 
 ! 3 
 
 I Oh, that each in the day of his coming 
 may say, 
 
 I "I have fought my way through ; 
 
 I I have finished tne work thou didst give 
 
 me to do." 
 4 
 Oh, that each from his Lord may receive 
 the glad word, 
 "Well and faithfully done ! 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 
 throne. " 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 346 [Tune 345. 
 
 Set your affections on things above. 
 
 1 
 
 Lord, I care not for riches, 
 
 Neither silver nor gold ; 
 I would make sure of heaven, 
 
 I would enter the fold : 
 In the book of thy kingdom. 
 
 With its pages so fair, 
 Tell me, Jesus, my Saviour, 
 
 Is my name written there ? 
 
 Cho. — Is my name written there. 
 
 On the page white and fair ? 
 In the book of thy kingdom. 
 Is my name written there ? 
 
 2 
 
 Lord, my sins they are many, 
 Like the sands of the sea ; 
 
 But thy blood, oh, my Saviour! 
 Is s\ifficient for me ; , 
 
 
 
 I 
 
1 
 
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 Tune 344. 
 rvant. 
 
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 e Master 
 
 r, 
 r, 
 
 e Master. 
 
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 didst give 
 
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 C. Wesley. 
 
 Tune 345. 
 ibove. 
 
 en, 
 
 m. 
 
 r, 
 re? 
 
 (re, 
 
 dfair? 
 dom, 
 here ? 
 
 ■ny, 
 
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 riour ! 
 
 MISCELLANKOUS. 
 
 103 
 
 For thy pi-omise is written 
 
 In bright letters that glow, 
 " Though your sins be as scarlet, 
 
 I will make them like snow." 
 3 
 Oh, that beautiful city, 
 
 With its mansions of light, 
 With its glorified beings 
 
 In pure garments of white ; 
 Where no evil thing cometh, 
 
 To despoil what is fair ; 
 Where the angels are watching : 
 
 Is my name written there ? 
 
 —Mary A. Kidder. 
 
 346 C. M. [Tune 21. 
 
 Oh, come let ua niiuj unto th« Lord. 
 
 1 
 Oh, come, let us sing un- | -to the | Lord : 
 let usheartily rejoice in the | strength 
 of I our sal- -vation. 
 2 
 Let us come before his presence | with 
 thanks- | -giving: and show ourselves 
 I glad in | him with | psalms. 
 3 
 For the Lord is a | great — I God : and a 
 great | King a- | -bove ail | gods. 
 4 
 In his hand are all comers | of the | earth: 
 and the strength of the | hills is | his 
 — I also. 
 
 5 
 The sea is his, | and he | made it : and his 
 hands pre- | -pared the | dry — [ 
 land. 
 
 6 
 Oh, come,let us Worship | and fall | dovm: 
 and kneel be- | -fore the | Lord our 
 I Maker. 
 
 7 
 For he is the | Lord our | God : and we 
 are the people of his pasture, and tlie 
 I sheep of | nis — | hand. 
 
 o 
 
 Oh, worship the Lord in the | beauty of | 
 holiness : let the whole earth | stand 
 in I awe of | him. 
 9 
 
 For he cometh, for he cometh to | judge 
 the I earth : and with righteousness 
 to judge the world, and the | people 
 I with nis | truth. 
 10 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 
 Son : and | to the | Holy | Ghost ; 
 
 11 
 
 As it was in the lieginning, is now, and ' 
 ever | shall be: world | without 1 end. 
 A- 
 
 -men. 
 
 347 
 
 [Tune 347. 
 The acceptable year of the Lord. 
 1 
 Ma^r every year but draw more near, 
 
 The time when strife shall cease, 
 When truth and love all hearts shall move 
 
 To live in joy and j»eace. 
 Now sorrow reigns and earth conijjlains, 
 For folly still her power maintains. 
 
 Cho. — But the day shall yet appear, 
 
 When the might with the right 
 and the truth shall be, 
 And come what there may to stand 
 in the way, 
 That day the world shall see. 
 
 Though interest pleads that noble deeds 
 
 The world will not re^gard, 
 To noble minds when duty binds 
 
 No sacrifice is hard ; 
 Tn vain, and long, enduring wrong 
 The weak may strive against the strong. 
 
 3 
 
 Let good men ne'er of truth despair 
 
 Though humble efforts fail, 
 Oh, give not o'er until once more 
 
 The righteous cause prevail ; 
 The brave and true may seem but few, 
 But hope has better things in view. 
 
 348 
 
 7 s. 
 
 God ia love. 
 
 [NUREMBURG. 
 
 All things l)eautiful and fair, 
 Earth and sky and balmy air ; 
 Sunny field and shady grove. 
 Gently whisper, "God is love!" 
 
 2 
 
 Every tree and flower we pass, 
 Every tuft of waving grass, 
 Every leaf and oixinmg bud, 
 Seem to tell us "God is good!" 
 
 3 
 
 Little streams that glide along. 
 Verdant, mossy banks among. 
 Shadowing forth the clouds above, 
 Softly nmrmur, " God is love !" 
 
104 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 He who dwelleth higli in heaven, 
 Unto us hath all things given ; 
 Let us, as through hfe we move, 
 Ever feel that "God is love !" 
 
 — Unknown. 
 
 349 [TUXE 349. 
 
 How camett thou in hither loithotU a wedding 
 garment? 
 
 1 
 
 Called to the feast by the King are we, 
 Sitting, perhaps, whore his people be, 
 How will it fare, friend, with thee and 
 me, 
 When the King comes in ? 
 
 Cho. — When the King comes in, brother, 
 When the Kmg comes in. 
 How will it fare with thee and me 
 When the King comes in ? 
 
 2 
 
 Crowns on the head where the thorns 
 
 have been, 
 Glorified he who once died for men ; 
 Splendid the vision before us then, 
 When the King comes in. 
 
 3 
 
 Like lightning's flash will that instant 
 
 show 
 Things hidden long from both friend and 
 
 foe, 
 Just what we are will each neigh bovu* 
 
 know 
 When the King comes in. 
 
 4 
 
 Joyful shall his eye on each one rest 
 Who is in white wedding garments 
 
 dressed. 
 Ah, well for us if we stand the test 
 When the £ang comes in. 
 
 —J. E. Lander. 
 
 350 78- [St. Geukge. 
 Praise the Lard for hie goodness. 
 
 1 
 Hanpy man whom God doth aid ! 
 Goa our souls and bodies made ; 
 God on us, in gracious showers, 
 Blessings every moment pours ; 
 Compasses with angel bands. 
 Bids them bear us m their hands ; 
 Parents, friends, 'twas God bestowed. 
 Life, and all, descend from God. 
 
 He this flowery carpet spread, 
 Made the earth on whicn we tread | 
 God refreshes in the air, 
 Covers with the clothes we wear, 
 Feeds us with the food we eat, 
 Cheers us by his light and heat, 
 Makes his sun on us to shine ; 
 All our blessings are divine ! 
 
 3 
 
 Give him then, and ever give. 
 Thanks for all that we receive ; 
 Man we for his kindness love, 
 How much more our God above ? 
 Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord, 
 To be honoured and adored; 
 God of all creating grace. 
 Take the everlasting praise ! 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 351 [Tune 351. 
 
 They went and told Jettut. 
 
 1 
 
 When times of temptation bring sadness 
 and gloom, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord ; 
 The last of earth's treasures borne out to 
 the tomb, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 This earth hath no "oitow for to-Jay or 
 to-morrow. 
 But Jesus hath known it and felt long 
 ago. 
 And when it comes o'er me, and I'm 
 tempted so sorely, 
 I Avill tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
 Cho.— I will tell it t^ Jesus, to Jesus, 
 my Lord, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, I will tell 
 it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
 When out on the hill-tops, away from all 
 sin, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord ; 
 W'aen joyous and happy the sunshine 
 within, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 To know I'm forgiven is a foretaste of 
 heaven. 
 And Jesus is dearer to me than before, 
 Such peacef ulness fills me, such an ecstasy 
 thrills me, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 105 
 
 When weary with tcilicg^, and ready to 
 faint, 
 I vmII tell it to Jesus, my Lord ; 
 He never refuses to hear my complaint, 
 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 I'll cheerfully bear it, when I've Jesus 
 to share it, 
 His yoke it is easy, his burden is light, 
 When life becomes dreary, and I'm foot- 
 sore and weary, 
 I virill tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
 When darkness is dimming my path to 
 the sky, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord ; 
 When helpers shall fail me and comforts 
 shall fly, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 Though blurred my life's pages by my 
 sin and its wages, 
 He's yesterday, now, and forever the 
 same, 
 I'll not be forsaken, though my life 
 should be taken, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
 -J. M. Whyte. 
 
 352 88&7s. tTuNK47. 
 
 The Lord Ood, merciful and gracious. 
 
 1 
 There's a wideness in God's mercy, 
 
 Like the wideness of the sea ; 
 There's a kindness in his justice, 
 
 Which is more than liberty. 
 
 2 
 
 There is welcome for the sinner, 
 Aiid more graces for the good ; 
 
 There is mercy with the Saviour ; 
 There is healing in his blood. 
 
 8 
 
 For the love of God is broader 
 Than the measure of man's mind ; 
 
 And the heart of the Eternal 
 Is most infinitely kind. 
 
 If our love were but more simple, 
 We should take him at his word ; 
 
 A.nd our lives would be all sunshino 
 In the favour of our Lord. 
 
 —F. W. Faber. 
 
 353 I'M. [Tune 158. 
 What wilt thou that I should do unto theef 
 
 1 
 At even, ere the sun was set. 
 
 The sick, O Lord, around thee lay ; 
 Oh, in what divers pains they met ! 
 
 Oh, with what joy they went away ! 
 
 Once more 'tis eventide, and we 
 
 Oppressed with various ills draw near; 
 What if thy form we cannot see ? 
 We know and feel that thou art here. 
 3 
 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ! 
 
 For some are sick, and some are sad. 
 And some have never loved thee well. 
 And some have lost the love they had ; 
 4 
 And some have found the world is vain. 
 Yet from the world they break not 
 free; 
 And some have friends who give them 
 pain. 
 Yet nave not sought a friend in thee ; 
 
 6 
 And all, Lord, crave perfect rest, 
 
 And to be wholly free from sin ; 
 And they who fain would serve thee best 
 
 Are conscious most of wrong within. 
 
 6 
 
 O Saviour Christ, thou too art man ; 
 Thou hast been troubled, tempted, 
 tried ; 
 Thv kind but searching glance can scan 
 The very wounds that shame would 
 hide; 
 
 .7 
 Thy touch has still its ancient power ; 
 
 No word from thee can fruitless fall; 
 
 Hear in this solemn evening hour, 
 
 And in thy mercy hear us all. 
 
 — fl. T%eell$, 
 
 354 [Tune 354. 
 He maketh histun to rii>e on the evil and the 
 
 good. 
 
 1 
 
 Summer suns are glowing 
 
 Over land and sea, 
 Happy light is flowing, • 
 
 Bountiful and free. 
 Every thing rejoices 
 
 In the moUow rays. 
 All earth's thousand voices 
 
 Swell the psalm of praise. 
 
106 
 
 MISCFXLANEOUS. 
 
 God*s free mercy streameth 
 
 Over all the world, 
 And his banner gleameth 
 
 Everywhere unfurled. 
 Broad and deep and glorious 
 
 As the heaven above, 
 Shines in might victorious 
 
 His eternal love. 
 
 3 
 Lord, upon our blindness 
 
 Thy pure radiance pour ; 
 For thy loving-kindness 
 
 Make us love thee more. 
 And when clouds are drifting 
 
 Dark across our sky, 
 Then, the veil uplifting ; 
 
 Father, be thou nigh. 
 
 —W. W. IIow 
 
 355 [Tune 355. 
 
 The greatest of these U charity. 
 
 1 
 
 First among the Christian graces, 
 
 Love the crowning virtue stands ; 
 Love is taught our highest duty, 
 
 In the Saviour's two commands; 
 Love with all thy powers united, 
 
 Love the Lord thy God above. 
 And remember yet another. 
 
 As thyself, thy neighbour love. 
 
 Cho. — Love that changes not, 
 Love that changes not. 
 Love that warms the heart to all. 
 Everywhere we go. 
 
 2 
 
 Are we loving, are wo striving, 
 
 To obey our Master's will ? 
 We must pray for grace to htlp us, 
 
 His commandments to fulfil ; 
 We must keep this thought before us, 
 
 In the work we try to do, 
 If we love our dear Redeemer, 
 
 We must love our neighbour too. 
 
 3 
 
 On the cross, O blesp^d Saviour, 
 
 Only love inscribed we see ; 
 By our patient self-denial. 
 
 May we prove our love to thee ; 
 Love thy first and great commandment, 
 
 Love the Lord thy God above; 
 Thou hast taught us yet another, 
 
 As thyself, thy leighbour Iovh. 
 
 —Fanny Vrosb]/. 
 
 356 [Tune 356. 
 Let your light so shint. 
 
 1 
 Many souls on life's dark ocean, 
 
 Void of helm or oar. 
 Battling with the waves' commotion, 
 
 Seek a quiet shore. 
 Christian brother, thine the labour, 
 
 By the light of love. 
 To assist thy erring neighbour 
 
 To the port above. 
 
 Cho. —Hold the light up higher, hifther/ 
 Hold the light up hif/hcr, higher I 
 Throw its flashes nigher, niyhcr! 
 You a soul may save. 
 
 2 
 
 Like the light-house watcher, keeping 
 
 Every beacon bright. 
 Waking while the world is sleeping, 
 
 Wrapped in thickest night. 
 There is manv an ocean ranger 
 
 Out ujwn the shoals, 
 Friends and comrades are in danger. 
 
 Save their precious souls. 
 
 3 
 
 Hold the light for one another, 
 
 'Tis the Lord's command ; 
 Seize the shipwrecked, drowning brother, 
 
 With a manly hand ; 
 Rouse him up to life and action. 
 
 Ply the means to save. 
 And by love's divine attraction, 
 
 Lift him from the wave. 
 
 4 
 Hold the light up higher, higher, 
 
 Thousands need your aid ; 
 Throw its flashes nigher, nigher, 
 
 Urge, constrain, persuade : 
 Borrow torches from the altar, 
 
 Blazing like the sun. 
 Hold them up, nor flag nor falter. 
 
 Till the woi'k is done. 
 
 —W. Hunter. 
 
 357 lOs. [TUNK329. 
 
 Before whose eyex. Jesus Christ hath been 
 evidently set forth, crucified ainony you. 
 
 1 
 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face ; 
 Here faith can touch and handle things 
 unseen | 
 Here grasp with flrmer hand the eternal 
 grace. 
 And all my weariness upon thee lean. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 107 
 
 Here wyuld I feed upon the bread of 
 God ; 
 Here drink with thee the royal ^vine 
 of heaven ; I 
 
 Here would I lay aside each earthlv load ; ' 
 Here taste afresh the calm of sin for- 1 
 given. 
 
 3 
 I have no help but thine ; nor do I need 
 Another arm save thine to lean upon ; 
 It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed ; 
 My strength is in thy might, thy 
 might alone. 
 4 
 Mine is the sin, but thine the righteous- 
 ness ; 
 Mine is the guilt, but thine the cleans- 
 ing blood ; 
 Here is my robe, my refuge, and my 
 peace, 
 Thy blood, thy righteousness, O Lord, 
 
 my God. 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 358 C.M. [Tune 4. 
 
 Surely the Lord was in this place. 
 
 1 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 
 
 Thy people still are fed ; 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 
 Hast all our fathers led : 
 
 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
 
 Before thy throne of grace ; 
 God of our fathers, be the God 
 
 Of their succeeding race ! 
 
 3 
 
 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footstens guide ; 
 
 Give us each day our daily bread, 
 And raiment fit provide. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, spread t.iy covering wings aroimd, 
 Till all our wanderings cease. 
 
 And at our Father's loved abode 
 Our souls arrive in i)eace ! 
 
 6 
 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 
 
 Our humble prayers implore : 
 And thuu shalt be our chosen God, 
 And portion evermore. 
 
 —Dr. Doddrit^t. 
 
 369 fTuNE369.: 
 
 The rick and poor meet together. 
 1 
 God be with you till we meet again ; 
 By his counsels guide, uphold you, 
 With his sheep securely fold you ; 
 God be with you till we meet again. 
 
 Cho. — Till we meet, till we meet, 
 Till we meet at Jesus' feet ; 
 Till we meet, till we meet, 
 God be with you till we meet 
 again. 
 
 2 
 
 God be with you till we meet again ; 
 'Neath his wings securely hide you ; 
 Daily manna still divide you ; 
 God be with you till we meet again. 
 
 3 
 God be with you till we meet again. 
 When life's perils thick confound you ; 
 Put his arms unfailing round you, 
 God be with you till we meet again. 
 
 4 
 God be with you till we meet again, 
 Keep love's banner floating o'er you ; 
 Smite death's threatening wave before 
 
 God be with you till we meet again. 
 
 -J. hJ. liankin. 
 
 360 LM. [Tune 157. 
 He took bread and blessed it. 
 
 Be present at our table. Lord, 
 Be here and everywhere adored ; 
 These creatures bless, and grant that we 
 May feast in Paradise with thee. 
 
 —J. Cennick. 
 
 361 L. M. [Tune 76. 
 Giving thanks always for all things. . 
 
 We thank thee, Lord, for this our food, 
 But more because of Jesue' blood. 
 Let manna to our souls be given. 
 The Bread of Life sent down from heaven. 
 
 —J. Cennick. 
 
 362 L.M. [TuNBl. 
 Let every thing that hath breath praise the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 —Biuhop Ksn. 
 
108 
 
 DISMISSION. 
 
 DISMISSION. 
 
 363 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Benediction. 
 
 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with 
 you all. 
 
 1 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing. 
 Triumph in redeeming grace ; 
 
 Oh, refresh us, 
 Travelling through this wilderness ! 
 
 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 May thy presence 
 i With us evermore be found. 
 
 I So, whene'er the signal's given 
 I Us from es»rt!i to call away. 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 
 May we ever 
 Reign with Christ in endless day. 
 
 —J. Fawcett. 
 
 OPENING AND CLOSING SERVICES. 
 
 OPENING SERVICE. 
 
 loving 
 
 I. Silence. 
 
 II. DOXOLOGY. 
 
 III. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Supt How excellent is tliy 
 kindness, O God ! 
 
 School. Therefore the children of men 
 put their trust under the shadow of thy 
 wings. 
 
 Supt. They shall be abundantly satis- 
 lied with the fatness of thy house. 
 
 School. And thou shalt make them 
 drink of the rivers of thy pleasures. 
 
 Supt. For with thee is the fountain of 
 life. 
 
 School. In thy light shall we see light. 
 
 Supt. Commit thy way unto the Lord. 
 
 Sen- ' -.'rust also in him and he shall 
 bring It lu pass. 
 
 Supt. Rest in the Lord and wait pa- 
 tiently for him. 
 
 School. Those that wait upon the Lord, 
 they shall inherit the earth. 
 
 iV. Singing. 
 V. Phayer. 
 
 I. Singing. 
 
 II. Responsive Sentences. 
 Supt. My son, forget not my law ; but 
 let thine heart keep my commandments ; 
 
 CLOSING service. 
 
 for length of days, and long life, and 
 peace, shall they add to thee. 
 
 School. The Lord our God will we 
 serve, and his voice will we obey. 
 
 ITI. Dismission. 
 
 OPENING service. 
 
 I. Silence. 
 
 II. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Supt. I will bless the Lord at all times. 
 
 School. His praise shall continually be 
 in my mouth. 
 
 Supt. My soul shall make her boast in 
 the Lord. Tand be glad. 
 
 School. The humble shall near thereof, 
 
 Supt. O taste and see that the Lord is 
 gocjd. 
 
 School. Blessed is the man that trusteth 
 in him. 
 
 III. Singing. 
 
 IV. Prayer. 
 
 V. Scriptural Lesson. 
 
 I. SiNGINO 
 
 II. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Supt. Trust in the Lord, and do good ; 
 BO shalt thou dwell in '^he land, and 
 verily thuu shalt be fed. 
 
 closing service. 
 
 School. Commit thy way unto the Lord i 
 trust also in him; and he shall bring it 
 to pass. 
 
 III. Dismission. 
 
,-»> 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 BrMN 
 
 A better day is coming: 321 
 
 Abide with me, fist falls the eventide 830 
 
 Abiding;, oh, so wondrous sweet ! 129 
 
 A charge to keep I have 103 
 
 A few more years shall roll 297 
 
 Again we meet with one accord 229 
 
 A great Kock stands in a weary land 97 
 
 Ala!4 ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 307 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 6 
 
 All ray doubts I give to Jesus 55 
 
 All people that on ear^h do dwell 3 
 
 All praise to our redeeming Lord 132 
 
 All the way my Saviour leads me 43 
 
 All things beautiful and fair 348 
 
 All ye that pass by 85 
 
 "Almost persuaded " now to believe 96 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross?. 183 
 
 Amid the swelling chorus 237 
 
 And can it be that I should gain 60 
 
 Angels, from the realms of glory ... 299 
 
 Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted ?. . . 37 
 
 Arise, go forth to conquer 271 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 72 
 
 Art thou weary, heavy-laden ? 83 
 
 As pants the hart for cooling streams 169 
 
 At even, ere the sun was set 353 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 324 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 1 
 
 Behold, a stone in Zion laid 28 
 
 Behold the Saviour of mankind 306 
 
 Be it my only wisdom here 213 
 
 Be present at our table, Lord 36<) 
 
 Blessed be the fountain of blood 127 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 131 
 
 Prightest and be^t of the sons of the 300 
 
 Brightly gleams our banner 196 
 
 Called to the feast by the Klnt; are we 849 
 
 *' Call them in "—the poor, the wretched . . 173 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters 183 
 
 Children, loud hosannas singing 265 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 311 
 
 Come, every soul by sin oppressed M 
 
 Come, Holy Oho9t 21 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 19 
 
 Come, let us anew our Journey pursue .... 344 
 
 Come, let ua Join our cheerful songs 63 
 
 Come, l^t us, who in Christ l^liev« 1^5 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 2^3 
 
 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast 75 
 
 Come, stay thy feet by the sheltering Roc^t 96 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing 218 
 
 Come to the Saviour, malce no delay 269 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish 79 
 
 Come, ye saints, behold 312 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 86 
 
 Come, ye that love thu Lord 130 
 
 Conducted by thy hand 342 
 
 Crown him with m.\ny crowns 7 
 
 Depth of mercy, can •■bore be 98 
 
 Disciples of Jesus, why stand ye here idle? 187 
 
 Down at the cross where my Saviour died. 122 
 
 Eternal Father ! strong to save 206 
 
 Eternal Source of every Joy 341 
 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 99 
 
 Far and near the fields are teeming 180 
 
 Father, bless our school to-day 277 
 
 Father of all, in whom alone we live 292 
 
 Father of mercies 296 
 
 First among the Christian graces 865 
 
 Forever here my rest shall be 46 
 
 "For ever with the Lord I" 263 
 
 Friends of temperance, onward go 337 
 
 From all that dwell below the ^•kies 2.5 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows 204 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 318 
 
 Gather them in, for there yet is room 164 
 
 Gentle, holy Jesus 288 
 
 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us 222 
 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 24S 
 
 Give thanks unto Gud, who is able 839 
 
 Glory be to God the Father 24 
 
 Glory t.» God in the highest 298 
 
 Glory to God on high ..... 12 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night 325 
 
 Glory to the Father give 26<J 
 
 God bo with you till we meet again 369 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not hear? 73 
 
 God has saicl, " Forever blessed " 279 
 
 God kl:idly keepeth those he loves 147 
 
 God of my life, through all my days 146 
 
 Ood save our gracious Queen 840 
 
 Oo labour on ; spend, and be spen^ 171 
 
 -li 
 
110 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 HTMN 
 
 Golden harps are soundine 816 
 
 Qracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd 282 
 
 Graoiuus Spirit, Love divine 2u7 
 
 Oreut Uod, wilt thou condescend? 274 
 
 Guide uie, U thou great Jehovah 2lu 
 
 Hail, thou once despised Jesus 16 
 
 Happy man whom God doth aid! S50 
 
 Happy the child 267 
 
 Happy the man who finds the grace 167 
 
 Hark, hark ! niy soul ! ani^elic songs are 249 
 
 Hark ! 'tis the Shepherd's vuice I hear 2t}3 
 
 Hark ! ttie herald angels M>ing KOI 
 
 Hark ! there comes a whisper 78 
 
 Hark I the Saviour's voice I rem heaven ... 92 
 
 Hark i the song «>f Jubilee 82'^ 
 
 Hark! the temperance bells are ringing. . 834 
 
 Hark, thM voice of Jesus calling 182 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices? .... 3U2 
 
 Have couragt*, my boy, to say No ! 336 
 
 Heavenly b'athcr, we adore thee 228 
 
 He leadet,h me 40 
 
 Holy Bible, bO'-k divine 293 
 
 Holy Ghost, my Comforter 18 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! . . . 23 
 
 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide 2'i 
 
 Homes ther^^ are of want and sorrow 335 
 
 Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest I 174 
 
 How tinn a foundation 61 
 
 How happy every child of grace 262 
 
 How precious is the book divine 294 
 
 How sweet the name of J esus sounds 14 
 
 I am coming to the cross l^S 
 
 I am thi!ie, O Lonl, I have heard 120 
 
 1 am truHting thee, Lord Jesus 66 
 
 I am waiting for the Master 160 
 
 I have n Saviour, he's pleading in glory... 212 
 
 I have heard of a Saviour's love 272 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say 149 
 
 I hear thy wolcome voice 110 
 
 I hope to meet you all in glory 257 
 
 I know thero'rt a rest that rem'aineth for me 20J 
 
 I lay my kins on Jesus 161 
 
 I'll praise mv Maker while I've breath 227 
 
 I love to sing of that great Power 17 
 
 I love to tell the story 296 
 
 I need thee every hour 36 
 
 1 need thee, precious Jesus 35 
 
 I've found a iriend in Jesus 8S 
 
 I've reached the land of corn and wine .... 125 
 
 I want to be a worker for the Lord 1S5 
 
 I was a wandering sheep 34 
 
 I was once far away from the Saviour 62 
 
 I will sing of my Redeemer 13 
 
 I will sing you a song of that beautiful land 256 
 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord 851 
 
 In the Christian's home in glory 246 
 
 In the harvest field there is work 17(5 
 
 In the secret of his presence 49 
 
 Into a tent where a gipsy boy lay 823 
 
 la there a sinner awaiting? 93 
 
 Jerusalem the golden 242 
 
 Jesus 1 and shall it ever be 158 
 
 Jesus, blessed Jmus ,..., , ,.. 231 
 
 BTMK 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 187 
 
 Jesus, keep me near the cross 65 
 
 Jesus, Lover of my soul 45 
 
 Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry 112 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came 77 
 
 Jesus, my strength, my hope 142 
 
 Jesus, refuge of the weary 47 
 
 Jesus shall reign 317 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me 280 
 
 Jesus 1 the name high over all 8 
 
 Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts 48 
 
 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 189 
 
 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come 804 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 113 
 
 Lead, kindly light 41 
 
 Lead mc to Jesus, my soul is so weary 216 
 
 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 26 
 
 Let earth and heaven agree 10 
 
 Let everlasting glories crown 291 
 
 Let him to whom w^e now belong 118 
 
 Let us guther up the sunbeams 179 
 
 Life is full of evil, brother 74 
 
 Living Water, freely flowing 22 
 
 Lot God is here ! let us adore ^ 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious ! 314 
 
 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 104 
 
 Lord, bless our Sabbath school 264 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 363 
 
 Lord, I care not for riches 845 
 
 Lord, I despstir myself to heal 103 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 107 
 
 Lord, if at thy command . 820 
 
 Lord, in the strength of grace 116 
 
 Lord, in thi„ thy mercy's day . . 101 
 
 Lord Jesus. I long to be perfectly whole.. 126 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows 285 
 
 Lo ! the fields are white for harvest .'. 176 
 
 Luw in the grave he lay 308 
 
 •* Man of Sorrows," what a name 68 
 
 Many souls on life's dark ocean 866 
 
 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 310 
 
 May every year but draw more near 347 
 
 'Mid scenes of confusion 150 
 
 More love to thee, O Christ 219 
 
 Mourner, wheresoe'er thou art 90 
 
 Must I go— and empty-handed? 186 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alune? 189 
 
 My body, soul, and spirit 117 
 
 My faith looks up to thee 224 
 
 Mv Father is rich in houses and lands . ... 146 
 
 My God, and Father, while I stray 146 
 
 My God, I am thinel ]69 
 
 My hope is builton nothing less 138 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need 141 
 
 My soiil, be on thy guard 162 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 216 
 
 *' Nearer the cross ! " my heart 114 
 
 "Neither do I condemn thee" 69 
 
 Never further than thy cross 154 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 67 
 
 Not fat' from the eate of that beautiful city 251 
 
 Now I have found the ground 140 
 
 ^ow just fk word for Jqsus f , X88 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Hmx 
 187 
 
 66 
 
 45 
 112 
 
 77 
 142 
 
 47 
 
 817 
 
 2bO 
 
 8 
 
 48 
 139 
 S04 
 113 
 
 41 
 
 216 
 
 26 
 
 10 
 
 291 
 
 118 
 
 179 
 
 74 
 
 22 
 
 814 
 104 
 264 
 363 
 845 
 103 
 .. 107 
 .. 820 
 .. 116 
 .. 101 
 >.. 126 
 .. 285 
 .. 176 
 .. 308 
 
 .. 68 
 
 ..866 
 
 .. 310 
 
 .. 847 
 
 .. 150 
 
 , . . 219 
 
 ... 90 
 
 ...186 
 
 . .. 189 
 
 . .. 117 
 
 . .. 224 
 
 ... 146 
 
 . .. 146 
 
 . .. 169 
 
 ...388 
 
 . .. 141 
 
 . .. 162 
 
 ... 216 
 . .. 114 
 ... 60 
 . .. 164 
 . .. 67 
 ity 261 
 . .. 140 
 
 ,.. m 
 
 HTMX 
 
 Now the dayligrht goes away 326 
 
 Now, the sowing and the weeping 16o 
 
 O'er Jordan's dark and stormy river 236 
 
 Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord StU 
 
 Oh, day of rest and tilidnei-s 288 
 
 Oil, do not let the word depart 87 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God 209 
 
 Oh, for a faith that will not stiiink 143 
 
 Oh, for a heart to praise my God 12i 
 
 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 4 
 
 O Ootl of Bethel 3.W 
 
 Oh, happ> dav that fixed mv choiie "jai 
 
 Oh, happy is the child who hears 2(51 
 
 Oh, hear my on , be gracious now 214 
 
 Oh, how liappy are they ibb 
 
 Oh, praise ye the Lord with a trumpet sound 315 
 
 Oh, prtcious words that Jesussiiid. . 30 
 
 Oh, safe to the Rock that is higher than I . . 50 
 
 Oh, sometimes the .-(hadows are deep .'■S 
 
 Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow 119 
 
 O thou WHO earnest from above 20i 
 
 Oh, we are the reapers 178 
 
 Oh, what shall 1 do, my Saviour 233 
 
 Oh, woi-d of woriN, the sweetest 32 
 
 Oh, worship the King all glorious u 
 
 Once 1 thought I walked with Jesus 60 
 
 Once I wandered in the maze of error 152 
 
 One by one, our loved ones slowly 197 
 
 One more day's work for Jesus 181 
 
 One more hymn well sing at parting ... . 278 
 
 On the happy golden shore ; . . 238 
 
 Onward, UhrisMan soldiers 1!>3 
 
 Our Father, \» ho art in heaven ... 205 
 
 Our Lord is now rejected 260 
 
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour 106 
 
 Praise God, from whom all ble-sings flow . 362 
 
 Praise the rock of our salvation 230 
 
 Prayer is ihu soul's desire 201 
 
 Rescue the perishing 1()3 
 
 Ring, rim: the belN over ocean ana shore. . 3il9 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 44 
 
 Safely through another week 2S7 
 
 Saved to the uttermost: I am tVie Lord's. . 128 
 
 Saviour, again to thy d* ar name 32v» 
 
 Saviour, bfathe an evening blessing . .. 331 
 
 Savioui, lead me, lest I stray 42 
 
 Saviour let me still abide 39 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 275 
 
 Saviour, more than life to me 57 
 
 Saviour! thy dying love 121 
 
 Saviour, while my heart is tendt>r 276 
 
 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding 357 
 
 See how great a flame a>-pires IW* 
 
 See, the church of tihrist arises 338 
 
 See, tiie Conqueror mounts in triumph — 270 
 
 Seeking the lost 33 
 
 Shall we all meet at home in tlie morning. . 258 
 
 Shall we gather at the river .. 2;'iit 
 
 She only touched the hem of his garment. 109 
 
 Sing them over aurain to me 289 
 
 Sing to the great Jehovah s praise 1 343 
 
 8inuer9 Jesus vrill receive , , , , , 20 
 
 BTMM 
 
 Sitting by the gateway of a palace 243 
 
 Soft ly and tenderly Jesus is calling 76 
 
 Sfjitly Jades tho twilight ray 327 
 
 Soldiers of Ciirist, arise ! . .' 190 
 
 Soldiers of the crut-s, arise ! 191 
 
 Sound the battle ciy ! see ! the foe . ...... 192 
 
 Sowing in the morning, sowing 172 
 
 Stttiul up 1 stand up lor Jasus I 195 
 
 Summer suns are glowii g 354 
 
 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 328 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet h</Ur 202 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 284 
 
 Take my life and let it be 115 
 
 Take the naiiic of Jesus with you 11 
 
 Talk with us. Lord, thyself rtV( ill '34 
 
 The army of lemperante is gathering its.. 333 
 
 The Churcli's one foundation 27 
 
 The door of God's mere* is open b9 
 
 The gospel bells are rii.ging 303 
 
 The great Physician now is near 66 
 
 The head that once was crowned 15 
 
 The Lord is my lij;ht, then why 198 
 
 The Lord's our Rook, in liim we hide 52 
 
 T!:e morning light ii bieakijig 319 
 
 The shadows are failin.;- 170 
 
 Tlie whole world was h.sr, in the darkness 70 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Lord ! 232 
 
 There are lonelv heans to cheiish 184 
 
 There is a fountain tilled with blood 81 
 
 Tliere isn land of pure delight 254 
 
 There is a si ream, w hose gentle flow .... 290 
 
 Thorn is no name so >\veeton earth ....... 9 
 
 There is rest for Ibe wenry ; how cheering 2.50 
 
 Ther.! is work to do for Jesus 168 
 
 There -hall be showers of blessing 221 
 
 There's a demon in the glass 332 
 
 There's a gentle \ oice within calls Ill 
 
 There's a land that is fairer than day 255 
 
 There's a widtness in God's mercy 362 
 
 Thou my everlasting ]iortion 58 
 
 Thou Shepherd of Israil, and mine 153 
 
 Thy ceaseless, nnexhansted love .. 71 
 
 Thy faithfulness. Lord, caih moment we 94 
 
 Thy life was i^iven for nie! 31 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 144 
 
 Time is earnest, passu g by 84 
 
 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer 203 
 
 To the work ! to the «oik ! we are servants 107 
 
 Try us, O God. and search 220 
 
 Weary p Ivrlni on life's fiatliwiiy 2v;6 
 
 We'll all gath» r home in the morning 269 
 
 We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy vll 
 
 Wo shall flei p. but not forever 313 
 
 We speak of the land of the blest 244 
 
 We thank thee, Lord, for this our food .... 301 
 
 What a friend we have in Jesus i:17 
 
 Whatoould vour Redeemer do? 80 
 
 What shall I do. where shall I flee? 102 
 
 When he comet h, wlenhecometb 273 
 
 When, Ills salvation bringing 262 
 
 When 1 can read my title clear ll(.\ 
 
 When immortal souls are dving 177 
 
 When I survey the wondronscross 3(i5 
 
 When I was tar away and lost 61 
 
 'iVhen Jesus comes to reward his , . . . . 161 
 
112 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 HTMN 
 
 When peace, like a river, attendetb 136 
 
 When saints g^ather round thee 247 
 
 When storms around are sweepine. 226 
 
 When the clouds) have left the hill 234 
 
 When the mists have rolled in splendour. . V40 
 
 When this son); of praise shall cease 288 
 
 When times of temptation br ng sadness. . 351 
 When we get home to that beautiful land. 245 
 
 When we near the music ringing 241 
 
 Who are these arrayed in white 235 
 
 Whoever receiveth the Crucified One 91 
 
 "Whosoever hes^eth," shout, shout the. . 82 
 
 HTMX 
 
 Why do you wait, dear brother? 88 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh ...... 10 > 
 
 With Joy we hail the saored day 286 
 
 With our colours waving: bright 194 
 
 Work, for the night ii coming , 166 
 
 Would Jeaus Lave the sinner die ? 106 
 
 Yield not to temptation 64 
 
 You're starting, my boy, on life's journey. 836 
 
 PAOB 
 
 Opening and Clodng Services 108 
 
 TOPICAL INDEX. 
 
 1. AooRATiox.— Father, Son, Holy 
 
 Spi' it, Trinit> 
 
 2. Tub Lord Jbsus Christ.— Foun. 
 
 dation, Seeking, Meed, Friend, 
 Leading, Refuge, Trusting, 
 Haves 27 
 
 3. Invitation.— Calling 73 
 
 4. Pbnitkncb and Trust U8 
 
 5. cohino to < 'hrist 1 10 
 
 6. Consecration 115 
 
 7. FuLii Salvation 122 
 
 8. Chriotian Li fb. — Fellowship, 
 
 Confidence, Rejoicing, Watch- 
 ing, Working, Conflict, Tri- 
 umph , 
 
 9. Praye !,.— For Holy Spirit, Re 
 
 vival, Pardon, Help, Bless 
 iog 
 
 No. No. 
 
 1 - 
 
 130 - 
 
 
 10. 
 
 26 
 
 U. 
 
 
 12. 
 
 
 13. 
 
 
 14. 
 
 72 
 
 15. 
 
 97 
 
 16. 
 
 109 
 
 17. 
 
 114 
 
 18. 
 
 121 
 
 
 129 
 
 19. 
 
 
 2). 
 
 
 21. 
 
 
 2?. 
 
 200 
 
 ?3. 
 
 
 24. 
 
 
 25. 
 
 226 
 
 26. 
 
 No. No. 
 
 Praisb 227 - 283 
 
 Hbavbn 234-260 
 
 Thr Sabbath School 261-283 
 
 Tub Sabbath V84 - 288 
 
 Thb Scripturbs 289-296 
 
 Dbath * 297 
 
 Tub Advbnt 293 - 3t»4 
 
 Thb CauoirixiON 306-307 
 
 Thb Rbsurrbction. — Of Lord 
 
 Jesus Christ, Uf Believers.. .. 308 - 313 
 
 Thb AscBKSioN 814-316 
 
 Missionary 317-323 
 
 MORNINO AND EVENINO Zli - 331 
 
 Tbmprrancb 332-339 
 
 Patriotic 340 
 
 NbwYbar 311-344 
 
 MlSCBLLAN.tODB 846 - 3df 
 
 DiAifusior 809 
 
 n M g lfc j I M jW^^^^J^ 
 
HTMX 
 
 .. 88 
 
 . 10> 
 
 .. 286 
 
 .. 194 
 
 ,. 166 
 
 ,. 106 
 
 .. 64 
 
 f. 836 
 
 PAOB 
 
 .. 108 
 
 No. 
 283 
 
 2m 
 
 283 
 288 
 S96 
 297 
 
 3i>4 
 307 
 
 313 
 316 
 823 
 331 
 889 
 340 
 844 
 
 3S