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FROM: 
 
 
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 WATERLOO 
 UNIVERSITY COLLEGE 
 
 LIBRARY 
 
 The CaiuLdlaa hyanal 
 
 BV^l6.M35C3 
 
 
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 Ianadian Mymnal 
 
 A COLLECTION OF HYMNS 
 
 FOR 
 
 3UNDAY SCHOOLS, EPWOBTH LEAGUES^ PRAYER AND PRAISj 
 MEETINGS, FAMILY CIRCLES, ETC. 
 
 
 REVISED AND ENLARGED. 
 
 TORONTO: 
 
 WILLIAM BRIGGS, 
 
 WESLEY BUILDINGS. 
 
 MONTREAL; C. W. COATES. HALIFAX ; S. P. HUBSTIS. 
 
 1892. 
 
 Property of the Library 
 Waterloo University College 
 
 53'?93 
 
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 rpHB~ Oommittee to whom was intrusted the work of preparing The Canadian 
 -■• Hymnal haye pleasure in presenting the result of their labors to the public. 
 They felt their task by no means an easy one. The wants to be met are so varied- 
 reaching from the City Sunday School, with its accomplished choir and orchestra, to 
 the far remote and less favored Mfssion Schools throughout our extended work. To 
 these, add the multiform Social Services of our Church, Class, Fellowship, and Prayei 
 Services, Band of Hope and Mission Bands, Young People's Societies, and the frequent 
 Hevival occasions and Evangelistic Services. . All these create a need hard to supply 
 in a small colic*' a which can be placed within the reach of all. 
 
 We have done our best, and we view our labors with a feeling of satisfaction. 
 We trust— we beJteve— that this book will find a warm appreciation in all our Churches 
 and Social Circles. ' 
 
 May He whom we love, who gave the mind its ipusic, and gave the heart its song, 
 
 ever lend His presence to inspire us that we may sing with the spirit and with the 
 
 [rmderstanding. 
 
 THE COMMITTl^E. 
 ^^itoSTO, September 26th, 1889. 
 
 A FEW NEW WORDS. 
 
 niree years ago the Committee sent out The Canadian Hymnal with strong con- 
 Idehce that our people would appreciate the work. 
 
 The book has been heartily rectiyed and warmly commended. We want it to 
 luibide loUh U8, to help to bind us together by its associations. 
 
 ^ " Knowing the extensive increase of our Social Work, and the enlarged number and 
 
 rwried character of our Praise and Prayer Services, especially among our Epworth 
 
 lljeaguea and Mission Workers, we have taken in hand the enlargement of the Hymnal, 
 
 Iby adding to its pages the choicest pieces which have won favor since its^ first 
 
 fpublication; 
 
 Two or three old favorites have also been added by request. 
 
 We are assured that no work is issued that is equal to it for our needs to-day, and 
 I ire present it, with feelings of pride to our constituency. 
 Toronto, December, 1892. 
 
 Fntered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eisht hundred 
 md ioinety-two, bjr William Bbigos, Book Steward of the Methodist Book and Publishing House, 
 Ixiironto, at the Department (d Agriculture, Ottawa. 
 
THE 
 
 CANADIAN HYMNAL. 
 
 I «m » * 
 
 ADORATION. 
 
 GOD THE FATHER. 
 
 I L. M. IOld Hundred. 
 
 PraUe the Lard, all ye natwtig. 
 
 1 
 Befote Jehovah*s awful throne, 
 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can ct«ate, and he destroy. 
 2 
 His sovereign power, without our aid. 
 
 Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
 And when like wandering sheep we 
 
 strayed, 
 t He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 • 3 
 
 Well crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
 
 High as the neavens our voices raise ; 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongpies. 
 Shall fillthy courts withsounding praise. 
 4 
 Wide as the world is thy command ; 
 
 Vast as eternity thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand. 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 —laaao Watts 
 
 2 6-«8. 
 
 [LurHBR's Hthn. 
 
 Th« Lwd is in this place. 
 1 
 Lot God is here ! let us adore, 
 
 And own how dreadM is this place I 
 Let all within us feel his power, 
 
 And silent bow before his face; 
 Who know his power, his grace who prove, 
 Serve him with awe, with reverence love. 
 
 2 
 Lo ! God is here ! him day and night 
 
 United choirs of angels sing^ 
 To him, enthroned above all height, 
 Heaven's host their noblest praises 
 bring; 
 
 Disdain not, Lord, our meaner Bong, ^ 
 Who praise thoe with a stammering 
 tongue. 
 
 Being of beings I may our praise 
 Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill : 
 
 Still may we stand before thy face. 
 Still hear and do thy sovereign wilT: 
 
 To thee may all our thoiwrhts arise. 
 
 Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice. 
 
 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. 
 
 —J". WeOeg. 
 
 3 L.M. 
 
 [TuotbL m 
 
 Praise toaiteth/or 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 God indeed. 
 Without our aid ho did us make; 
 
 We are his flock, he doth us feed. 
 And for his sheep he doth us take. 
 
 8 
 
 O enter then his gates with praise. 
 Approach with icy his courts unto; 
 
 Praise, land, and bless his name always. 
 For it is seemly so to do, 
 
 4 
 
 For why ? the Lord our God is good ' 
 
 His mercy is forever sure; 
 His truth at all times firmly stood, 
 
 And shall from age to age endure. 
 
 —uopkim or Kethe, 
 
AXXmATIOK. 
 
 / 
 
 OOD THB SON. 
 
 4 0. M. [TALtlB. 
 
 There it none other name given whereby we 
 
 may be saved. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, for a thousan d ton gues to sing 
 My great Redeiitne^ praise, 
 
 The glories of mj God ind King, 
 The triumphs (^ his p\>ace ! y'—^. 
 
 food, \ 
 
 L , My gracious Master and n^ 
 
 / 
 
 earth abipad 
 e. 
 
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 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread through all tT 
 The honours of thy 
 
 Jesus ! the name that/niarms our^ 
 That bids our sorrcnFs cease; 
 
 Tis music in the siiyber's ears, 
 Tis life, and hea||n, and peaqb. 
 
 He breaks the power of cancelled sii 
 ' He sets the prisoner free ; v-- 
 
 His blood can make the foulest cle&n, 
 His blood availed for me. 
 .5 , 
 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, — 
 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 "The mournful, broken hearts rejoice; 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 — C Wesley. 
 
 I CM. [Coronation. 
 
 On his head toere many croums, 
 1 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 And crown hini Lord of all. 
 
 Ye seed of Isni«l\chosen race, 
 ' Ye ransome<l from the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Sinners, wnose love dto ne'er forget 
 '" ' The wo'.-mwood and the gdl ; 
 Go, sprefid your trophies at his feet 
 And crown him L ord o f aU. 
 
 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng. 
 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 Join in the everlasting song, 
 
 And orown him Lonl of all. 
 
 Perronet. 
 
 \ 
 
 6 [Hanoyib. 
 
 King qf kings and Lord qf Lords. 
 
 1 
 Oh, worship the King all gI(Jrious above ! 
 Oh, gratefully sing his power ^nd his love ! 
 Our Shield and Defender, tlM-Aucient of 
 
 Days, 1 ,/;/ J 
 
 Pavilioned in'^j^endor, and /girded with 
 
 praisel A 
 
 ! J •■ / i 
 
 Oh, tell oflhiB mjfght, oh, sihg of his grace, 
 
 Whose rdbe is /the light, whdse canopy 
 spacer* / '7 -■ | \ * ' 
 
 His clianot o^irsj^ the deep thunder- 
 clouds f(^m; r \ I 
 
 And d^rlF is'liis p,th on the wfings of the 
 
 Bt0rm.. 
 
 can re- 
 
 Thy bountiful oat 
 
 cite I / 
 It brbathes in the air, it shines in the 
 
 l^hf, T 
 
 R'^reailns from the hills, it descends to 
 
 tl?e ^jlain, [ 
 
 And sweetly distils in the dfew and the 
 
 raiii. ^l 
 
 J * * 
 
 Frail cMdren of ^ust, and feeble aciYrail ; 
 
 In theadu we trust, nor findlhee to ieai': 
 
 Thy iiKrcies, how tender, l^w firm to 
 
 th| end, s 
 
 Oiu* Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and 
 
 lend! 1 
 
 'ir iL Grant. 
 
 }. S. M. 
 
 [pIADEMATA. 
 
 On hie head were many atoiom. 
 
 Grown him with many crowiii, 
 
 ^tte Lamb upon his thrones 
 H^nc ! how the heavenly anthem drowns 
 
 ,Aal music but its own ! '; 
 AwLket my soul, and sing, t 
 I Of hira ^ho died for thee ; 1 
 Aiid hail nim as thy matchle^i King, 
 
 Through all eternity. | 
 
 Crown him the Loi*d of love ! | 
 
 Behold his hands and side,4- 
 Those wounds, yet visible abojve, 
 
 In beauty glorified : { , 
 
 No angel in the skv ^ | 
 
 Can fully bear that si^ht, j 
 But downward bendfi his vrakdering ffjf^ 
 
 At mysteries 80 bright. 
 
 
GOD ^THA 8(»f . 
 
 im drowns 
 
 Orown him the Lord of heaven ! 
 
 One with the Father known,- - 
 And the blest Spirit through him given 
 
 From yonder Triune throne 1 
 All hail, Redeemer, hail I , 
 
 For thou hast died for me : 
 Thy praise and glory shall not fail 
 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 —Matthew Bridges. 
 
 8 C. M. [COBONATION. 
 
 HUjiame shall b» called WonderfvX. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus ! the name high over all, 
 
 In hell, or earth, or sl.y ; 
 Angels and men before it fall. 
 
 And devils fear and fly. 
 
 2 
 Jesus ! the name to sinners dear, 
 
 The name to sinners given ; 
 It scatters all their guilty fear. 
 
 It turns their hell to heaven. 
 
 3 
 
 JeeiuJihe prisoner's fetters breaks, 
 
 And bruiiaes Satan's head ; 
 Power into sti-engthless soul^ it speaks, 
 
 And life into the dead. 
 
 4 
 Oh, that the world might taste and see 
 
 The riches of hi^ grace ! 
 The arms of love that compass me 
 
 Would all mankind embrace. 
 
 5 
 
 His only righteousness I chow, 
 
 His saving truth proclaim ; 
 *Tis aJl my business here below 
 
 To cry, **Behold theLambl" 
 
 6 
 
 Happy, if with my latest breath 
 
 I may but gasp nis name ; 
 Preach him to t>n, and cry in death, 
 
 " Benold, behold the Lamb 1 " 
 
 —C. Wt^ley, 
 
 CM. [Tune 9 
 
 A name which is above wery name. 
 
 1 
 There is no name so sweet on earth, 
 
 No naihe so sweet in heaven, 
 The name before his wondrous birth 
 
 To Christ Uxe Saviour given. 
 
 CHa— We love to sing around our King, 
 And hail him blessed Jesus; 
 For there's no word ear ever heard 
 Ho dear, so sweet as ''Jesus." 
 
 2 
 
 And when he hung upon the tree. 
 They v/rote this name above him, 
 
 That all might see the reason we 
 For evermore must love him. 
 
 3 
 
 So i?ow, iipon his Father's throne, 
 
 Almighty to release us 
 From Bin and pains, he ever reignxs* 
 
 The Prince and Saviour) Jesus. 
 
 4 ' 
 
 O Jesus ! by thy matchless name 
 Thy gn^ace shall fail us never; 
 
 To-day as yesterday the same, 
 Thou art our God forever. 
 
 —G, W. Bethum. 
 
 10 4-6s&;2-8s. [Galbdom. 
 
 Thou art voorthy to receive glory and honour. 
 
 1 
 
 Let earth and heaven a^ree. 
 Angels and men be jomed. 
 To celebrate with me 
 The Saviour of mankind ; 
 To adore the all-atoning Lamb, 
 And bless the sound of Jesus' name. 
 
 2 
 Jesus, transporting sound ! 
 
 The joy of earth and heaven ; 
 No other help is found. 
 No other name is given. 
 By which we can salvation have ; 
 But Jesus came the world to save. 
 
 8 
 
 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. ' 
 
 4 
 
 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. 
 
 —C. WeslBy. 
 
adohation. 
 
 
 IJ 8b&7b. [TunsU. 
 
 T»yott,ther^fonf toko btliev$ k* UprtcUnu, 
 
 1 
 Take the name of Jesus with you. 
 
 Child Oi sorrow and of woe; 
 It wilt joy and comfort give you ; 
 
 Take i^ then, where'er you ga 
 
 Ona — ^Precious name, O how sweet I 
 
 Hope of earth, and joy of heaven. 
 
 2 
 
 Take the name of Jesus ever, 
 As a shield, from every snare ; 
 
 If temptations round you gather, 
 Breathe that holy name in prayer. 
 
 8 
 
 O the precious name of Jesus, 
 How it thrills our souls with joy ; 
 
 When his loving arms receive us, 
 And Yiu songs our tongues employ! 
 
 4 
 At the name of Jesus bowing, 
 Falling prostrate at his feet, 
 King of kings m. heaven we'll croWn him, 
 When our journey is complete. 
 
 — Mrs. L. Baxter. 
 
 12 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. [Italian Hymn. 
 
 Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. 
 
 1 
 Gloiv to Grod on high ! 
 Let neaven and earth reply. 
 
 Praise ye his namo t 
 Angels, his love adore, 
 Who aU our sorrows bore ; 
 And saints, cry evermore^ 
 
 Worthy the Lambl 
 
 2 
 
 All they around the throne 
 Ch^rfully join in one, 
 
 Praismg his name ; 
 We who have felt his blood 
 Sealing our peace with God, 
 ^und iiis high praise abroad ; 
 
 Worthy the Lamb ! 
 
 3 
 
 Join, all the ransomed race, 
 Our Lord and God to bless ; 
 
 Praise ye his name 1 
 In him we will rejoice. 
 Making a cheerful noise. 
 Shouting with heart and yoice» 
 
 Worthy the Lamb I . 
 
 Thoaffh we must change our place, 
 Yet shall we never cease 
 
 Praising his name : 
 To him we'll tribute bring. 
 Hail hinitOur gracious King, 
 And without ceasing sing, 
 
 Worthy the Lambl 
 
 J. AlUn. 
 
 13 88&7S. [TuNKia 
 
 Bsdemption In his blood, the forgiveness 
 tjf sin. 
 
 1 
 
 1 will sing o2 mv Redeemer, 
 And his wonarous love to me: 
 
 On the cruel cross he suffered, 
 Fcom the curse to set me free. 
 
 Cho. — Singj oh f 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 iDoundless love and men^, 
 He the ransom freely gave. 
 
 3 
 
 I will praise my dear Redeemer, 
 His triumphant power I'll tell 
 
 How the victory he giveth 
 Over sin, and death, and heU. 
 
 4 
 
 I will sing of my Redeemer, 
 And his heavenly love to nie; 
 
 He from death to hfe hath brought nae^ . 
 Son of God, with him to be. 
 
 —P. P. Bliss. 
 
 14 CM. [Belmont. 
 
 Thoji shalt call tis name Jesus. 
 
 1 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 
 
 Dear name ! the rock on which I boildy 
 
 My shield, and hiding-place. 
 
 My never-failing treasury, filled 
 
 1 With boundless stcnreB oigmoet 
 
 «-.. 
 
OODrrHBSOK. 
 
 Jtmrnl my Shepherd, Brother, Friend, 
 My Prophet. Priest, and King ; 
 
 My Lord, my Life, mv Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I ./ring. 
 
 4 
 Weak is the effort of my heart. 
 
 And cold my wannest thougtit ; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 
 111 praise thee as I ought. 
 
 6 
 Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresn my soul in death ! 
 
 —J. Newton. 
 
 16 O'M. [Martyrdom. 
 
 King cf kings, and Lord qf 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 affc 'ds. 
 
 Is to our Jesus given ; 
 The King of kings, and Lord of lords. 
 
 He reigns o'er earth and heaven. 
 
 8 
 
 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 ^ven ; 
 Their name, an everlasting name. 
 
 Their joy, the joy of heaven. 
 
 6 
 They suffer with their Lord below, 
 
 They reign with him above ; 
 Their everlasting joy to know 
 The mystery of nis love. 
 
 — r. Kelly. 
 
 16 8s&78. [Tumi 16. 
 
 Let tfie iuhabitanta of the rock sing. 
 
 Hail, thou once despised Jesus t 
 
 HaiL thou Galilean King ! 
 Thou didst suffer to release us ; 
 
 Thou djidst fnee salvation bring. 
 
 Hail, thou agonising Saviour, 
 Bearer of our sin and shame t 
 
 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 madeu 
 All thy people are forgiven. 
 
 Through the virtue of thy blood; 
 Opened is the ffate of heaven, ^ 
 
 Peace is maoe 'twixt man and Qod 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus, hail I 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 appear. 
 
 4 
 
 Worship, honour, power, and blessing, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudest praises without ceasing 
 
 Meet it is for us to fcive. 
 Help, ye bright angelic spirits! 
 
 Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; 
 
 Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 
 
 —J. BakewOt. 
 
 17 ( [Evas; 
 
 Our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for iml 
 
 1 
 I love to sing of that great power 
 
 That made the earth and sea; 
 But better still I love the song 
 
 ^* * * Jesus died for me. '* 
 
 Of 
 
 2 
 
 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." 
 
 8 
 
 I love to think of angels' songs, 
 From sin and sorrow free ; 
 
 But angels cannot strike their notes 
 To "Jesuediedforme.** 
 
8 
 
 ADORATION. 
 
 
 h^' 
 
 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 when I reach that happy place. 
 
 From all temptation free, 
 I'll tune my ever rapturous notes 
 
 With ••Jesus died for me." 
 
 —S. Alman. 
 
 18 
 
 OOD THE SPIRIT. 
 
 7,7,7. [St. Philip. 
 
 Veni Sanctg Spirittu. 
 
 
 Holy Ghost, my Comforter, 
 Now from highest heaven appear. 
 Shed thy gracious radiance here. 
 
 2 
 
 Blessed Sun of grace, o'er all 
 Faithful hearts who on thee call 
 Let thy light and solace fall. 
 
 8 
 
 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. 
 
 6 
 
 May we live in holinessj 
 And in death find happmess, 
 And abide with thee in bliss I 
 
 —iiUt Winkworth. 
 
 19 0. M. [TuNBl7. 
 
 Atk and ye thall receive. 
 
 1 
 
 Oome, Holy Spirit, heaveply Dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers; 
 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 In these cold liearts 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. 
 
 8 
 
 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 great ! 
 
 4 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quickening powers ; 
 
 Come, shed abroad the Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 —Jeaae Watts, 
 
 20 7s. [TUNB20. 
 
 The Spirit ie good; lead me. 
 
 1 
 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 
 Ev^r presentj truest Friend, 
 Ever near thme aid to lend. 
 Leave us not to doubt and fear, 
 Groping on in darkness drear : 
 When the storms are raging sore, 
 Hearts g^w faint and hopes give o'er, 
 Whisper softlv, ••Wanderer, come! 
 Follow me, I'll guide thee home." 
 
 -Jf. M. WelU. 
 
 21 CM. [Chani'. 
 
 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 prophets vrrote and spoke, 
 Unlock the Truth, thyself the K!ey, 
 Unseal the sacred Book. 
 
 3 
 
 / Expand thy wing^, celestial Dove^ 
 Broo^ o'er our nature's night; 
 On our disordered spirits move, 
 And let there now be light. 
 
THE TRnnr*-. 
 
 9 
 
 p God. through himself, we then shall 
 knovir 
 If thoti within us shine ; 
 And sound, with all thy saints be>ow, 
 The depths of love divine. 
 
 — C. Wetley. 
 6 
 / Glory be to the Father, and to the Soti, 
 and to the Holy Ghost. 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, 
 and ever shall be, world without end. 
 Amen. 
 
 22 8,8,7,7. [Tune 22. 
 Ttie Spirit and the Bride tay. Come. 
 
 1 
 Living Water, freely flowing, 
 Fount of gfladness, life-bestowing. 
 Holy Spirit, oh, draw nigh, 
 While thy name we magnify ! 
 
 2 
 Full of grace fi#n heaven thou bendest, 
 And to lowest depths descendest; 
 • Seeking, through a world of sin, 
 Souls whom 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 God the eyes that languish; 
 When his spirit finds repose. 
 Comforter, from thee it flows. 
 
 6 
 O Eternal Spirit ! hear us ; 
 Let thy power and presence cheer us; 
 With thy life our souls inspire; 
 With thy love ou' bosoms fire. 
 
 6 
 By the Father sent from heaven. 
 By the Saviour's promise given, 
 Tnee we claim, O Power Divine 1 
 Come and make our hearts thy shrine! 
 
 THE TRINITY. 
 
 23 U,12,12,10. [NiOiEA. 
 
 Tlie Lord our God is holy. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 
 Ofsatefully adoring our song shall rise to 
 
 thee: 
 Hckly^ holy, hcjy, merciful and mighty, 
 0«xl m Three Persons, blessed Trinity. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore 
 
 thee. 
 Casting down their golden crowns around 
 
 the glassy sea ; 
 Cherubim and Seraphim falling dowQ 
 
 before thee. 
 Who wert, and art, and evermore shall be. 
 
 3 
 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness 
 
 hide tnee, 
 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,'iii 
 
 earth and sky and sea : 
 Holy^ holy, holy, merciful and mighty, ^ 
 God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 
 
 ~Bi»h<^ Heber» 
 
 24 8s, 7s & 4s. [St. Thov as. 
 
 He shall hear the 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 I 
 
 2 
 Glory be to him 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 
 Glory to 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 I 
 Thus its praise citation brings : 
 
 Glory, glory. 
 Glory to the Eong of kings! 
 
 —C. ITMliir. 
 
10 
 
 THE LORD JESCTS CHRIST. 
 
 %l 
 
 26 I'-M. [TUNBl. 
 
 Praia0 Aim, all ye people. • 
 
 1 
 From all that dwell below the skiea 
 Ijet the Creator's praise arise ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
 Through every land, by every tongue. 
 
 2 
 
 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
 
 Eternal truth attends thy word : 
 ^ Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
 " Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
 
 3 
 Tour lofty themes, ye mortals, bring; 
 In songps of prbise divinel}'^ sing ; 
 The great salvation loud proclaim. 
 And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 
 
 4 
 
 Praise Grod, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 —Inaao Watte and Bn. Ken. 
 
 26 8s, 7s & 4s. [Tune 26. 
 
 Theee Three are One. 
 
 1 
 Lead us. heavenly Father, lead us. 
 O'er the world's tempeatttous sea ; 
 Ouard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
 For we have no help but thee; 
 Yet possessing 
 Every blessing 
 If our €roa our Father be. 
 
 2 
 
 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us ; 
 All our weakness thou dost know : 
 Thou didst tread this earth before us. 
 Thou did;t feel its keenest woe; 
 Lone and dreary, 
 Faint and weary. 
 Through the desert tnou didst ga 
 
 S 
 S^rit of our God, descending. 
 
 Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ; 
 Love with every passion blendmg 
 Pleasure that can never cloy; 
 Thus provided. 
 Pardoned, guided, 
 |^Othiu|f cai) our peace destroy. 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 THE ONLY FOUNDATION. 
 
 27 
 
 7s & Gs. [AUBEUA. 
 
 Beholdf J lay in Zion for a /oundatiptit 
 a etone. 
 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 Lc.rd, one faith, one birth; 
 One holy name she bleSI«s, 
 
 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 mystic sweet communion 
 
 With those whose rest is -won: 
 O happy ones and holy ! 
 
 Lora, give us grace that we 
 Like them, the meek and lowly, 
 
 On high may dwell with thee. 
 
 ~-8. J, 8ton$, 
 
 28 [TUNB28. 
 
 Other foundation can no inan lay. 
 
 1 -^ 
 
 Behold, a stone in Zion laid, 
 A tried, a sure foundation stone; 
 
 Thrice blest are they whose hopes are staid 
 Upon this base, and this alone. 
 
 CHa— Some build their hopes on the ever- 
 drifting sand, 
 Some on their-f ame. or their treas- 
 
 ure, or their land ; 
 J\!Fine*8 on a Rock that forever will 
 
 stand, 
 Jesus, the " Rock of Ages." 
 2 
 Storms may arise, and tempests blow, 
 
 And beat with fury on this Rock. 
 
 Still it remains, though w»ves o'erwnr, 
 
 Unmoved Mnid tho fieiraett ihock* 
 
SEEKING TflE LOST. 
 
 tat 
 
 Ne'er iliall the gates of hell nrevail, 
 O'er those who m the Lora abide. 
 
 Safely they dwell, tbou^rh foes assail, 
 Forever near the Saviour's side. 
 
 —Tracy Clinton, 
 
 29 
 
 SEEKING THE LOST 
 
 78. [TuNi j9. 
 
 ThU man receiveth sinnerg still. 
 
 Sinners Jesus i^ill receive ; 
 
 Sound this word of grace to all, 
 Who the heavenly pathway leave, 
 
 All who linger, all who tali. 
 
 OHa— Sinff it o'er and o'er again, 
 
 Christ receiveth sinful men ; 
 Make the message clear and plain, 
 Ohrist receiveth sinful men. 
 
 2 
 Oome, and he will give yon rest ; 
 
 TruBt him, for his word is plain; 
 He will take the sinfullest, 
 
 Ohrist receiveth sinful men. 
 
 30 0-M. [Tune 30. 
 
 / wiU in no wise cast him ottt, 
 
 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. 
 
 Ona — ^Whoever he may be^ 
 Whoever he may be, 
 I will in no wise cast him out, 
 Whoever he may be. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, precloos words that Jesus said ! 
 
 Behold I I am the Door ; 
 And all who enter in by me 
 
 Have life f orevermore. 
 
 OHa— Have life forevermore, 
 Have life forevermore. 
 And all who enter in by me 
 Have life forevermore. 
 
 8 
 
 Oh, precious wwds that Jesus said ! 
 
 Gcnne, weary souls opv:..c'<ised, 
 Oome take my^yoke ana learu of me, 
 • An4X will ^ve yew rQ9^ 
 
 Cna— And I will give you rest, 
 And I will give you rest, 
 Oome take my yoke and learn of 
 
 me. 
 And I will give yoa rest. 
 
 4 
 Oh, precious words that Jesus said ! 
 
 The world I overcame ; 
 And they who follow where I lead 
 
 Shall conquer in my name. 
 
 Cna— 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. Crosby, 
 
 3i - ^ [Tune 31. 
 
 Hay down'my l\fefor 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, thy life was given 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 spent for me : 
 Have I spent one for thee? 
 
 3 
 
 Thy Father's home of light. 
 
 Thy rainbow-circled throne, 
 Were left for earthly night, 
 For wan^'rings sao and lone. 
 Yoa, all. yea, all, was left for me : 
 Have I left aught for thee? 
 
 4 
 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me 
 
 More than my tongue can tell 
 Of bitterest agony. 
 To rescue me from hell. 
 Tho;i sufferedst all for me, for mo ; 
 Whwb have I borne for thee? 
 
 5 
 And thou hast brought to me, 
 Down from thy home above, 
 Salvation full and free. 
 Thy pardon and thy love. [met 
 
 Great gifts, great gifts thou broughtoot 
 What fuhve X orQugot to thee? 
 
Id 
 
 tH£! LORD JESUS OHRIST. 
 
 6 
 
 Oh, let my life bo given, 
 
 My years for thee be spent; 
 World-fetters all Jje riven, 
 And joy ^vith suffering blent: 
 To thee, to thee my all I bring, 
 My Saviour and my King ! 
 
 —P. Jt. Jlavergal. 
 
 32 78&6S. [Tune 82. 
 
 Cofftff unto me and Itpiltgive you rest. 
 
 1 
 Oh. word of wordsj the sweetest. 
 
 Oh, word, in which there lie 
 All promise, all fulfilment, 
 
 Aiid end of mystery ! 
 Lamenting or rejoicing. 
 
 With doubt or teiTor nigh, 
 I hear the *' Come !" of Jesus, 
 
 And to his cross I fly. 
 
 Oho.- 
 
 -" Come I oh, come to me I 
 ** Come ! oh, come to me ! '* 
 " Weary, heavy-laden, 
 '* Come ! oh, come to me ! " 
 
 I 
 
 2 
 
 OIl soul I why shouldst thou wander 
 
 From such a \o\ xUg Friend? 
 Oling closer, closer to him, 
 
 Stay with him to the end. 
 Alas I I am so helpless. 
 
 So very full of sui. 
 For I am ever wandering. 
 
 And coming back agam. 
 3 
 Oh. each time di'aw nie nearer, 
 
 That soon the " Come ! " may be, 
 Nought but a gentle whisper. 
 
 To one close, close to thee ; 
 Then, over sea and mounti^in. 
 
 Far from or near mv home, 
 111 take thy hand and follow. 
 
 At that sweet whisper, " Come ! ** 
 
 — Mrs. E. Johiuon. 
 
 33 * [Tune 33. 
 
 He came to seek and eave the lost, 
 
 1 
 Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating 
 
 Wftnderers on the mountain astray ; 
 ** Come unto me," his message rei)eating, 
 
 Words of the Master speakuig to-day. 
 
 Qho.— Going afar upon the mountain, 
 
 Bringing the wanderer back again, 
 Into the fold of my Redeemer, 
 Jeeua, the Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 Seeking the lost, and pointing to Jesus, 
 Souls that are weak, and liearts that 
 are sore ; 
 
 Leading them forth in ways of salvation. 
 Showing the X)ath to lifu evermore. 
 
 3 
 
 Thus would I CO on missions of mercy, 
 Following Christ from day unto day ; 
 
 Cheering the faint, and i-aisiug the fallen; 
 Pointing the lust to Jesus, the Way. 
 
 ~ W. A. Ogden. 
 
 34 6s&8s. [TUNBS4. 
 
 All we, like eheep, have gone attraj/. 
 
 1 
 
 I was a Avandering sheep, 
 
 I did not love the fold ; 
 I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I would not be controlled : 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I did not love my home, 
 I did not love my Father's voice, 
 
 I loved afar to 1*00111. • 
 
 2 
 
 The Shepherd sought his sheep. 
 The Father sought his child ; 
 They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
 
 er deserts waste and wild : 
 Thejr found me nigh to death. 
 Famished, and faint, and lone; 
 
 They lx)und me with the bands of love^ 
 They baved the w *ndering one. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
 'Twas he that loved my soul ; 
 
 Twas he that washed me in his blood, 
 'Twas lie that made me whole : 
 "Twos he that sought the lost, 
 That found the wandering sheep; 
 
 'Twos he that brought ino to the fold, 
 'TIS he that still doth keep. 
 
 4 
 
 1 was a wandering sheep, 
 I would not bo controlled ; 
 
 But now I love my Saviour's voice, 
 
 I love, I love the fold : 
 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I once preferred to roam ; 
 But now I love my Father's voice, 
 
 I love, I lovo h^ home. 
 
THB SIKNSR'S KEEIK 
 
 1$ 
 
 THE SINNES'S NEED. 
 
 36 
 
 7a & Gs. [Rutherford. 
 
 Without me ye can do nothing. 
 1 
 I need thee, precious Jesus ! 
 
 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 blood 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, 
 Togxiido 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 me : 
 I need the heart of Jesus 
 
 To feel each anxioiis care, 
 To tell mv every trouble, 
 
 And all my sorrows share. 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 36 6s&4s. [Tunb36. 
 
 Hear me, for I am poor and needy. 
 
 1 
 
 I need thee every hour. 
 
 Most gracious Lord : ^ 
 No tender voice like tniue 
 
 Can peace afford. 
 
 Cho. — I need thee, oh, I need thee ; 
 Every hour 1 need thee ; 
 Oh, bless me now, my Saviour, 
 I come to thee I 
 
 2 
 I need thee every hour. 
 
 Stay thou near by ; 
 Temptations lose th jir power 
 
 When thou art nigh. 
 
 3 
 I need thee every hour. 
 
 In joy or pain ; 
 Come quickly and abide^ 
 
 Or Ufa ia vain. 
 
 I need thee every hour; 
 
 Teach me thy will ; 
 And thy rich promises 
 
 In me fulfiL 
 
 5 
 I need thee every hour, 
 
 Most Holy One ; ^ 
 Oh, make me thine indeed. 
 
 Thou blessed Son. 
 
 —Mr$. Hawket. 
 
 THE sinner's friend. 
 
 37 lOs & 7s. [L0.IENZ. 
 
 And vjent and told Jenu. 
 1 
 Are yon weary, are yen heavy-hearted! ? 
 
 Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus; 
 Are you grieving over joy's departed ? 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. 
 
 Cho. — Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, 
 He is a friend well known ; 
 You have no other such a friend 
 or brother, 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. 
 
 2 
 Do the tears flow down your cheeks nn- 
 bidden? 
 Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; 
 Have you sins that to man's eyes are 
 hidden ? 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. 
 
 3 
 Do you fear the gathering clouds of sor* 
 row? 
 Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus; 
 Are you anxious what shall be to-morrowt 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. 
 4 
 Are yoTi troubled at the thought of dying? 
 
 Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; 
 For Christ's coming kingdom' are you 
 sighing? 
 Tell it to Jesus alone. —J. E. Rankin. 
 
 I 
 
 \ 
 
 38 13s, lis & 10s. [TUVE 38. 
 
 The altogether lovely. 
 
 1 
 I've found a friend in Jesus, he's every* 
 thing to me. 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my 
 soul, 
 
14 
 
 THE LORD JEStTS OHEIST. 
 
 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 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. 
 
 Gho. — 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. 
 
 ^.e all my griefs has taken, and all my 
 sorrows borne; 
 In temptation he's my strong and 
 mighty tower ; 
 I've all for him foisaken^ I've all my idols 
 torn 
 From my heart, and now he keeps me 
 by his power. 
 Though all trie world forsake me, and 
 Satan tempts me sore, 
 Through Jesus I shall safely reach the 
 goal. 
 He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright 
 and morning Star, 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my 
 soul. 
 
 3 
 
 He'll 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 soul 
 shall fill; 
 Then sweeping up to glory, we see his 
 blessed face, 
 Where livers 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 
 
 -V. GUI 
 
 LEADING. 
 
 39 8-7s: [TunbSQ. 
 
 Thf Lamb in the midst of tJie throne thaU 
 
 lead them. 
 
 1 
 
 Saviour, let me still abide 
 
 In the shadow of thy wings, 
 Let me all my sorrow hide. 
 
 In the joy thy mercy brings; > 
 Draw me, keep me day by day, 
 
 Neai-er, 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 balm I sought, 
 
 There I found a sweet rafief ; 
 Yet for deeper love I pray, 
 
 Love that clings alone to thee, 
 All along my pilgrim way, 
 
 Oh, my Saviour, 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, 
 
 TiP the victory I have won ; 
 In the light whose blessed ray 
 
 Shining down, by faith I see. 
 All along my pilgrun way. 
 
 Oh, my Saviour, lead thou me. 
 
 ^Fanny Crosby. 
 
 40 4-8s. 
 
 [TUNB 40. 
 
 Thou shalt guide %ne. 
 
 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 hand' he leadeth me; 
 Ilis faithful follower I would be, 
 iPor by his hand he leadeth me. 
 
 2 
 
 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloamt 
 Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea,— 
 Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me> 
 
LEADIKG^A REFTTGE. 
 
 1ft 
 
 S 
 
 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
 Nor ever murmur nor repine — 
 Content, whatever lot I see. 
 Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 
 
 4 
 And when my task on earth is done, 
 When, by thy cfrace, the victory's won, 
 E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 Since God tlirough Jordan leadeth me. 
 
 — J. U. QUnwre. 
 
 41 10s & 4s. [Lux Beniqna. 
 
 Lead me in the way everlasting. 
 
 1 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling 
 
 Lead thou me on. [gloom, 
 
 The night is dark, and I am far from 
 
 Lead thou me on. [home ; 
 
 Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene; one step enough for me. 
 
 2 
 
 I>vas not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 
 I loved to choose and see my path : but 
 
 Lead thou me on. [now 
 
 I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears. 
 
 Pride ruled my will : remember not past 
 
 years. 
 
 3 
 
 So long thy power hath blest~me, sure it 
 
 Will lead me on ~ [still 
 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, 
 
 The night is gone, [till 
 
 And with the mom those an^l faces smile 
 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost 
 
 awhile. 
 
 4 
 Meanwhile, along the narrow rugged path 
 
 Thyself hast trod. 
 Lead, Saviour, lead me home in child- 
 Home to my God, [like faith, 
 To rest forever after earthly strife, 
 In the calm light of everlasting life. 
 
 —John U. Newman. 
 
 42 4-7s. [Tune 42. 
 Thou art the Guide of my youth. 
 
 1 
 Saviour, lead me, lest I stray, 
 Gently lead me all the way ; 
 1. am safe when by thv side j 
 I would in thy love abide. 
 
 OhOi'— Lead me, lead me. 
 
 Saviour, lead me, lest I stray ; 
 Gtsntly down the Btream of time 
 Lftsd me, Saviour, all the way. 
 
 2 
 
 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. 
 
 3 
 
 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. Davidton. 
 
 43 8s&7s. [TUNB43. 
 
 He doeth all things welU 
 
 1 
 
 All the way my Savibur leads me; 
 
 What have I to ask beside? 
 Can I doubt his tender mercy. 
 
 Who through life has been my Guide? 
 Heavenly peace, divinest comtort. 
 
 Here by faith in him I dwell ! 
 jb'or 1 kaow, whate'er befall me, 
 
 Jesus doeth all things VirelL 
 
 2 
 
 All the way my Saviour leads me; 
 
 Cheers each winding path I treiid; 
 Gives me grace for every trial, 
 
 Feeds me with the living bread ; 
 Though my weary stops may falter. 
 
 And my soul athirst may oe. 
 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 love ! 
 Perfect rest to me is promised 
 
 In my Father's house above ; 
 When m>[ spirit, clothed immortal, 
 
 Wings its flight to realms of day. 
 This my song through endless ages — 
 
 Jesus led me all the way. 
 
 —Fanny Oof 6y. 
 
 A RBFUOE. 
 
 44 6-7s. [Ajalqk. 
 
 Roek of my salvation, 
 
 1 
 Rock of Ages, cleft forme. 
 Let me hide myself in thee t 
 Let the water and the blooa. 
 From thy wounded side which flowed, 
 Be of sin the double curcL '' 
 
 Save from wrath and vaak9 me para. 
 
10 
 
 THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 2 
 
 Oould my tears forever jBow, 
 Gould my zeal no languor know, 
 These for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must sava and thou alone : 
 In my hand no price I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 3 , 
 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 Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 —Toplady. 
 
 46 8-7a. 
 
 [HOLUNGSIDE. 
 
 Ivnll »ay to my soul, Thott art my refuge, 
 
 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 bo past; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 Oh, receive my soul at last I 
 ' 2 
 
 Other refuge have I nono, 
 
 Hangs my helpless eoul on thee; 
 Leave, ch I leave me not alone, 
 
 Still supix)rt 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 wing. 
 
 3 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound^ 
 
 Make and keep me pure within : 
 Thou of life the fountain art. 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Hise to all eternity. 
 
 ~~C. Wesley. 
 
 46 C.M. [Tune 14. 
 
 IS I tpaah thee not, thmi hast no part with me. 
 
 1 
 Forever here my rest shall be, 
 Close to thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, 
 . For me the Saviour died ! 
 
 My dyinfi[ Saviour^ and my^ GoJ, 
 
 Fountam for gwlt and sin. 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood. 
 
 And cleanse, and keep me clean. 
 
 3 
 Wash me, and make me thus thine own; 
 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone. 
 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 
 The atonement of thy blood apply, 
 
 Till faith to sight improve. 
 Till hope in full fruition die. 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 — C. W*$l«y, 
 
 47 Ss & 78. [Vermont. 
 
 A refiige/rom the storm. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, refuge of the weary, 
 
 Object of the Spirit's love, 
 Fountain in life's deseit dreary. 
 
 Saviour from the world above ! 
 
 2 
 
 Oh ! how oft thine eyes, offended, 
 Gazed uix)n the sinner's fall ; 
 
 Yet thou on the orosis extended 
 Bore the penait 7 of all ! 
 
 3 
 For our human sake enduring 
 
 Tortures infinite in jmin, 
 By thy death our life assuring, 
 
 Conquerors, through thee we reig .1 
 
 4 
 Jesus, would my heart were burning 
 
 With more vivid love for thee ! 
 Would my eyes were ever turning 
 
 To thy cross of agony ! 
 
 5 
 
 So in praise and rapture blending, 
 Mignt my fading eyes grow dim^ 
 
 While the freed heart rose, ascending 
 To the circling Seraphim. 
 
 6 
 
 Then in glory parted never ^ ' 
 From the blessed Saviour's side, 
 
 Graven on my heart forever, 
 Be the Cross and Crucified. 
 
 —•Qiirolamo SammanHa, 
 
A REKTOE. 
 
 17 
 
 48 ^ ^- [GOHMUNION. 
 
 Rejoice with joy unspeakable. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, thoa Joy of loving hearts ! 
 
 Thou Fount of hfe ! thou Light of men! 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 
 We turn unfilled to thee again. 
 
 2 
 
 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 
 
 Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
 To them that seek thee, thou art good ; 
 
 To them that find thee, all in all. 
 
 "X 
 
 8 
 
 Wc tp^ste thee, O thou Living Bread ! 
 
 And long to feast upon thee still ; 
 We drink of thee, the Fountain-head, 
 
 And thirst our souls f it>m thee to fill. 
 
 4 
 Our restless spirits yearn for thee. 
 
 Where'er our chanp^eful lot is cast ; 
 Glad, when thy gracious smile we see ; 
 
 Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 
 
 5 
 Jesus, ever with us stay ! 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away, 
 Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 
 
 —Bay Palmer or Bernard. 
 
 49 l^s* [Tune 49. 
 In the secret of hit tabernacle he loill hide me. 
 
 1 
 
 In the secret of his presence how my soul 
 
 delights to hide ! 
 Oh, how precious are the lessons which I 
 
 learn at. Jesus' side ! 
 Sarthly cares can never vex me, neither 
 
 trials lay me low : 
 Forwnen Satan comes to tempt me, to 
 
 the secret place I ga 
 
 Oho. — In the secret of his presence Jesus 
 keens, I know not how ; 
 In the shadow of the Highest I 
 am resting, hiding now. 
 
 2 
 
 When my soul is faint and thirsty, 'neath 
 
 the shadow of his wing 
 There i§ cool and pleasant shelter, and a 
 
 fresh and crystal spring ; 
 And my Saviou^r rests beside me, as we 
 
 hold commui Ion sweet : 
 Jl I tried, I could not utter what he says 
 
 when thus we meet. 
 
 3 
 Only this I know : I tell him all ~my 
 
 doubts, and griefs, and fears ; 
 Oh, how patiently he listens I and my 
 
 drooping soul ne cheers : 
 Do you think he ne'er reproves me? what 
 
 a false friend he would be, 
 If he never, never told me of the sina 
 
 which he must see. 
 
 Would you like to know the sweetnsas 
 
 of the secret of the Lord? 
 GrO and hide beneath his shadow: this 
 
 shall then be your reward ; 
 And wheiie'er you leave the silence 6f 
 
 that happy meeting place. 
 You must mihd^ and bear the image of 
 
 the Master in your face. 
 
 ^Ellen Lak^mi Ooreh. 
 
 60 11»- [TciniSO. 
 
 The sJtadow 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 
 
 be * 
 Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I'm hiding 
 
 in thee. 
 
 Cho. — Hiding in thee, hiding in'thee, 
 Thou blest "Rock of Ages," 
 I'm hiding in thee. 
 
 2 
 
 In the calm of the noon-tide, in sorrow's 
 
 lone hour. 
 In times when temptation casts o'er me 
 
 its power; 
 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, when pressed by 
 
 'the foe, 
 I have fled to my Refuge and breathed 
 
 outmy^\oe; 
 How often when trials, like sea billows 
 
 roll. 
 Have I hidden in thee, O thou Rock oi 
 
 my soul. " 
 
 —W, 0. Cushinffi 
 
 >v 
 
11 
 
 THE liORD JESTTS CHRIST. 
 
 51 lis, [AOBSTB FlDELBS. 
 
 Who have JUd /or r^fUgt. " 
 
 1 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 
 
 Lord, 
 Ib laid for your faith in his excellent 
 
 word I 
 What more can ht) 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 Grod, I will still give thee 
 
 aid; 
 111 strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 
 
 thee to stand, ^ 
 Ui^eld by my gracious,omnipotent 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 flery trials thy pathway 
 
 shall lie^ 
 My grace, all-sufficient,' shall be thy 
 
 supply; 
 The flame shall not hurt thee; I only 
 
 designi 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to 
 
 refl 
 
 re. 
 
 n 
 
 -^Q. Keith. 
 
 52 L.M. [Tune 52. 
 
 Let thfi inhabitante of the Eoek eing. 
 
 1 , 
 The Loird'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 ! 
 
 Oho. — Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary 
 land! 
 A weary 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 tne time of storm ! 
 No fears alarm, no foes affright : 
 
 ^ 9he]l<;er ip the time of st^np I 
 
 . 8 
 
 The raging storms may round us beat t 
 
 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 I 
 Be thou our helper ever near, 
 
 A shelter in tne time of storm ! 
 
 -r. J. c. 
 
 63 4-8s. [TuNB 63. 
 
 Lead me to the Roch that in higher than J, 
 
 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 i)he soul !' 
 
 CHO.-Oh, then to the Rock let me flv, 
 
 To the Rock that is higher than I! 
 Oh, then to the Rock let me fly, 
 To the Rock that is higher than I ! 
 
 2 
 
 Oh. sometimes how long seems the day, 
 
 And sometimes how heavy my feet I 
 But toiling in life's dusty way. 
 
 The Rock's blessed shsidow, how sweet ! 
 3 
 Oh, near to the Rock let me keep. 
 
 Though blessings or sorrows prevail; 
 When climbing the mountain way steep. 
 
 Or walking the shadowy vale. 
 
 —Mra. ^. Johnaon. 
 
 TRUSTING IN HIM. 
 
 54 
 
 C. M. [Tune 64. 
 
 pie mercy endureth forever. 
 
 1 
 Come, every soul by. sin oppressed. 
 
 There's mercy with the Lord, 
 And he will surely give you rest 
 
 By tr\uiting in his word. 
 
 Cho. — Only trust him, only trust him. 
 Only trust him now j 
 He will save you, he wiU save you. 
 He will save you now.^ 
 2 
 For Jecus shed his precious blood 
 
 Rich blessings to bestow ; 
 Plunge then into the crimson flood 
 THf^t wac^es white as snow. 
 
TRUKTINO IK HIM. 
 
 19 
 
 7eiu Jesus is the Truth, the Way, 
 
 Tpat leads you into rest ; 
 Believe in him without delay, 
 
 And you are fully blest. 
 
 ' H. Stockton. 
 
 66 88&7s. [Tune 65. 
 
 / trvMt ■* . thy wor^y. 
 
 1 
 All my doubts I give to Jesus, 
 
 I've his gpracious promise heard ; 
 I shall never be confounded, 
 
 I am trusting in his word. 
 
 Oho. — I am trusting, fully trusting, 
 Sweetly trusting in hip word, 
 X fun trusting, fully trusting, 
 Sweetly trusting in his word. 
 
 2 . 
 
 All my sin I lav on Jesus, 
 He doth Wiftsn me in his blood ; 
 
 He will keep me pure and holv, 
 He \nX\. bring me home tc Crod. 
 
 3 
 
 All my fears I give to Jesus, 
 Rests my weary soul on him % 
 
 Though my way be hid in darkness, 
 Kever can my light grow dim. 
 
 4 
 
 All in all I have in Jesus, 
 Poor, yet rich as cherubim ; 
 
 Ignorant and full of weakness, 
 Heaven's own store I find in him. 
 
 —Dr. Morgan. 
 
 66 8,5,8,3. [Stephanos. 
 
 I will trugt and not he afraxd, 
 
 1 
 
 I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus, 
 
 Trusting only thee ; 
 Trusting thee for full salvation, 
 X Great and free. 
 
 2 
 
 I am trusting thee for pardon; 
 At thy feet I bow; 
 ' For thy grace and tender mercy 
 Trusting now. 
 
 3 
 
 I am trusting^ thee for cleansing 
 
 In the crimson flood ; 
 Trusting thee to make m^ holy 
 
 By thy blood. 
 
 I am trusting thee to vuide me ; 
 
 Thou alone canst lead ; 
 Every day and hour supplying 
 
 All my need. 
 
 5 
 
 I am trusting thee for power; 
 
 Thine can never fail ; [me. 
 
 Strength which thou thyself dost giv9 
 
 Mu^t prevail. 
 
 6 
 
 I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus; 
 
 Never let me fall t 
 I am trusting thee forever. 
 
 And for all. 
 
 — JfiM F. R. Hav0rgat. 
 
 67 78&9S. 
 
 [Tunb67. 
 
 / am thine, mm me t 
 
 1 
 Saviour, more than life to me, 
 I am clinging, clinging close to thee; 
 Let thy precious blood applied. 
 Keep me ever, ever near tny side. 
 
 Ona — Every day, every hour, 
 
 Let me feel thy cleansmg power; 
 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, 1 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 scul is lost in love. 
 In the brighter, brighter world above. 
 
 —Fanny Cfroeby. 
 
 68 8s&7s. [Tune 58. 
 
 Enoch walked with Ood. 
 
 1 
 
 . Thou my everlasting jwrtion. 
 More than friend or life to me , 
 All along my pilgrim loflrney. 
 Saviour, let me walK with thee. 
 
 Oho.— Close to thee, close to thee. 
 Close to theej dose to thee, 
 Alt along my pilgrim journey, 
 S«kviour let me w%m with tliee. 
 
 
10 
 
 THE liORD JESUS OlffillST. 
 
 2 
 
 Kot for ease or worldly pleasure. 
 
 Nor for fame my prayer shall be; 
 Gladly will I toil and suffer, 
 
 Only let me walk with thee. 
 
 Obo. — Close to thee, close to thee, 
 Close to tliee, close to thee. 
 Gladly I will toil and swtfer, 
 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. 
 
 OoOh'^^'^se to thee, close to thee, 
 Close to thee, close to thee. 
 Then the gate of life eternal. 
 May I entei, Lord, with thee. 
 —Fanuy Crosby. 
 
 60 ^&7a. [Tunb59. 
 
 Trtut in him at all timet, 
 1 
 Once I thought I walked with Jesus, 
 
 Yet such chan^f ul feelings had ; 
 Sometimes trusting, sometimes doubting. 
 Sometimes joyfm, sometimes sad. 
 
 Oho. — Oh, the peace the Saviour gives — 
 Peace I never knew before ; 
 And my way has brighter grown 
 Since I've learned to trust hix 
 
 him 
 
 more. 
 
 2 
 
 But he called me closer to him, 
 Bade my doubting, fearing, cease ; 
 
 And when I had fuOy yielded, 
 Filled my soul with perfect peace. 
 
 3 , 
 Now, I'm trusting every moment, 
 
 Nothing less can be enough ; 
 And the Saviour bears me gentlv 
 O'er those places once so rough. 
 
 ^F. A. Blackmer. 
 
 8AVBS. 
 
 [Stella. 
 
 60 6-^ 
 
 Alio9 in Christ, 
 1 
 And can it be that I should 
 
 An interest ia the Saviour s blood? 
 Died he for me, who caused his imin? 
 ^Qr 0)6, who him to death pursued^ 
 
 i: 
 
 n 
 
 Anuudni^ love ! how can it be. 
 
 That thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 
 
 2 
 
 Tis 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 ! 
 Tis mercy all ; let earth adore. 
 Let an^^el- minds inquire no more. 
 
 3 
 
 He left hi? "father's throne above, • 
 (So f .afinite his grace !) 
 
 Emptier ....Aiself of all but love. 
 And bled for Adam's heloless race; 
 
 'Tis meray all, immense and free. 
 
 For, oh, my God, it found out me/ 
 
 4 
 
 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 
 
 No condemnation 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 my 
 own. —C, Wesley. 
 
 61 88&5S. 
 
 [Tune 61. 
 
 Herein is love. 
 
 1 
 When I was far away and lost ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 That I was saved at such a cost ! 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 
 Cho.— Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful I 
 That Jesus gave his life for me! 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful! 
 
 2 
 
 I once was blind, but now I see; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful 1 
 Was bound by §in, 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; 
 
 Ph, 'tis wonderful ' 
 
 
 * <i> 
 
SAVS& 
 
 tl 
 
 This great salvation all may share ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 Throughout the world the message bear ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful 
 
 6 
 Oom6} sinner, now and seek his grace ; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 
 And find in him a resting-place; 
 
 Oh, 'tis wonderful ! 
 
 — /. /. Lestlie. 
 
 62 10s, 9s & 88. [Tunk62. 
 
 Me came not to call the righteous but sintiers 
 to repentance. 
 
 1 
 I was 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 
 I wandered on in the darkness, 
 Not a ray of light could I see, 
 And the thought filled my heart with 
 sadness. 
 There's no hope for a sinner like me. 
 
 3 
 
 And then, in that dark, lonely hour, 
 A voice whispered sweetly to me. 
 
 Saying, Christ the Redeemer has power 
 To save a poor sinner like me. 
 
 4 
 
 I theli fully trusted in Jesus, 
 And oh ! what a joy came to me ; 
 
 My heart was filled with his praises, 
 Jb'or saving a sinner like me. 
 
 —C. J. Butler. 
 
 63 CM. -[Tune 4. 
 The whole family in earth and heaven. 
 
 1 
 Oome, let us join our cheerful songs 
 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 
 
 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
 "To be exalted thus!" 
 "Worthy the Lamb!" our hearts reply; 
 
 "For he was slain for us." 
 
 Jmds 18 worthy to receive 
 Honour and power divine ; 
 ""* " — ~(SBt more than we can givej 
 forever thine I 
 
 The whole creation join in one, 
 
 To bless the sacred name 
 Of him who sits upon the throne. 
 
 And to adore the Lamb ! 
 
 — laaae Watt*. 
 
 64 [Tu2ni6j|. 
 
 Looking untoJetut, the author andjlniiher 
 qf our faith. 
 
 1 
 
 Yield not to temptation. 
 
 For yielding is sin, ' 
 
 Each victory will help \u, 
 
 Some other to win. 
 Fight manfully onward. 
 
 Dark passions subdue. 
 Look ever to 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 language disdam, 
 God's name hold in reverenoe^ 
 
 Nor take it in vain. 
 Be thoughtful and earnest, 
 
 Kind-nearted and true, 
 Look ever to Jesus. 
 
 He'll carry you through. 
 
 3 
 
 To him that o'ercometh, 
 
 God giveth a crown. 
 Through faith we shaU oonqner, 
 
 Though often cast down, 
 He who is the Saviour, 
 
 Our strength will renew, "* 
 Look ever to Jesus, 
 
 He'll carry you through. 
 
 — 2r. JR. Pdlmtr, 
 
 65 ^3 & 7s. 
 
 [Tui^0B. 
 
 Ood forbid that 1 should glory, mive in 
 the cross, 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, keep me near the crosi, 
 There a precious fountain 
 
 Free to aW- a healing stream. 
 Flows from Calvary's mountain* 
 
 
 ^*; 
 
ii 
 
 THB UOKD JtSOS OHRIST. 
 
 i: 
 
 
 Ona— In the eroM, in the croM, 
 Be my glory ev^; 
 IHU my raptured soul shall find 
 Rest beyond the river. 
 
 2 
 
 Near the oroea, a trembling soul, 
 Love and mercy found me ; 
 
 There the bright and morning star 
 Shed its besans around me. 
 
 . 3 
 
 Near the cross ! O Lamb of God, 
 
 Bring its scenes before me ; 
 Help me walk from day to day, 
 
 With its shadows o'er me. 
 
 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, 
 
 Hoping, trusting ever. 
 Till 1 reach the golden strand. 
 
 Just beyond the river. 
 
 — Fanny Cronb}/. 
 
 66 88&7S. [TUNE6G. 
 
 WUt thou be made whole f 
 
 1 
 The great Physician now is near, 
 
 Tlie sympathizing Jesus ; 
 He speaks the drooping heart to cheer, 
 « Oh, hem* the voice of Jesus. 
 
 OhoI — Sweetest note in seraph ..ong, 
 
 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*, h'jw my soul delights to hear 
 
 The precious name of Jesus. 
 
 4 
 And when to that bright world above 
 
 We rise to see our Jesus, 
 Well smgi^iAround the throne of love 
 His name, the name of Jes^n. 
 
 — W.Uunter. 
 
 6T S'M. (BANKrntD. 
 
 We have redemption throuffh hie 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. 
 
 ,8 
 
 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, thv ffrace bestow, 
 And thy all-cleansing blood apply. 
 
 And wash us white as snow. 
 
 —Isaac Watta. 
 
 68 7s^8s. [Tunb68. 
 
 A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. 
 
 1 
 " Man of Sorrows," what a name 
 For the Son of Grod who came 
 Ruined sinners to reclaim ! 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour ! 
 
 2 
 
 Bearing shame and scoffing rude. 
 
 In my place condemned he stood; 
 
 Sealed vxy pardon with his blood : 
 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour 1 
 
 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 hi^h : 
 Hallelujah ! what a Saviour! 
 
 5 
 When he comes, our glorious Eltigi^ 
 All his ransomed home to iuring, ' r^ „ 
 Then anew this song we'll sii^t 
 ** HaUelujah ! what a Sakviour ! " 
 
 ^P.P SUsa. 
 
 60 
 
 Th 
 
 '"N« 
 
 O 
 
 Th3 
 
 
SAvnl 
 
 9i 
 
 78 A 6s. [TuNB 09. 
 
 Thy faith Aa(A »av*d tht$t'go in ptaee. 
 
 "Neither do I condemn thee ! " — 
 Oh, words of wondrous grace ! 
 
 Thv sins were borne upon the cross : 
 Believe, and go in peace. • 
 
 Oho.— "Neither do I condemn thee ! *' 
 Oh^ sing it o'er and o'er : 
 "Neither do I condemn tn< 
 Gro, and sin no more." 
 
 lee; 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee 1 "— 
 
 For there is therefore now 
 "No condemnation " for thee, 
 
 As at the cross you bow. 
 
 3 
 
 "Neither do I condemn thee I— 
 
 I came not to condemn : 
 I came from Qod to save thee, 
 
 And turn thee from thy sin." 
 
 4 
 "Neither do I condemn thee ! '* — 
 
 Oh, praise the Grod of grace ! 
 Oh, praise his Son, our Saviour, 
 For this his word of peace ! 
 
 —Dr. Nathan. 
 
 70 [Tune 70. 
 
 I am the Light of the world. 
 
 1 
 The whole world was lost in the darkness 
 of sin. 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 Like sunshine at noon-day his glory 
 shone in. 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 
 « 
 
 Cho. — Come to the Light, 'tis shining 
 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 ! 
 
 2 
 No darkness have we who in Jesus abide, 
 ^Tlie Light of the world is Jesus J 
 We^alk in the Light when we follow 
 
 ! our Guide. 
 : $ The Light oi the world is Jesus 1 
 
 8 
 
 Ye dwellers in darkness, with sin-Miudfld 
 eyesj 
 The Light of the world is Jesus ! 
 Go wash at his bidding, and light will 
 arise, 
 The Light of the world is Jesus I 
 4 
 No need of the sunlight in heaven, we're 
 told, 
 The Light of that world is Jemw t 
 The Lamb is the Light in the Citv ot 
 Gold, 
 The Light of that world is Jesus I 
 
 -P. P. Slits. 
 
 71 0. M. [PETERBOROtOH. 
 
 Ood is 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 thv goodness feel, 
 And all thy gprace 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, eoough for each. 
 Enough for evermore. 
 
 — C. WeOey, 
 
 72 4-68 & 2-83. [LknnOX. 
 He ever liveth to make interceanon for them- ' 
 
 1 
 Arise, my soul, arise, 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears; 
 The bleeding sacrifice. 
 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 Before the throne my suretv stands; 
 My name is written on his nands» 
 
 2 
 
 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to interceoe, 
 His all-redeemixuf love, 
 
 His precious blood, to plead ; 
 His blood atoned for all our ntoe, 
 And spriokles now the throne of gftbctf. 
 
 "i?;! ^j"*- 
 
 W''^>i,s- 
 
 ",>-*" 
 
24 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 "Five bleeding woundB he bears, 
 
 Received on Calvary ; . 
 . Thgr pour eflFectual prayers, 
 
 Tnejr strongly speak for me : 
 "Forgive him, oh, forgive," they cry, 
 " Nor let that ransomed sinner die J " 
 
 4 
 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 His dear anointed One ; 
 He cannot turn away 
 
 The presence of his Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the blood, 
 And tells me I am bom of God. 
 
 5 
 My God is reconciled. 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear, 
 He owns me for his child, 
 
 I can no longer fear ; 
 With confidence I now draw nigh, 
 And Father, Abba, Father, cry ! 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 GOD CALLING. 
 
 73 [Tune 73. 
 
 / called, but ye re/uned. 
 
 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 slmnber lie ? 
 
 Oho. — Calling, oh, hear him ; calling, oh, 
 
 hear him ; 
 God is calling yet, oh, hear him 
 
 calling, calling ! 
 Calling, oh, hear him ; calling, oh, 
 
 hear him ; 
 God is calling yet, oh, hear him 
 
 calling yet ! 
 
 2 
 
 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? 
 Can I his loving voice despise. 
 And basely his kind care repay ? 
 He calls me still ; can I delay ? 
 
 3 
 
 God calling yet ! and shall he knock ? 
 And I my heart the closer lock? 
 He still is waiting to receive. 
 And shall I dare his Spirit grieve? 
 
 4 
 
 Gkxi calling yet ! and shall I give 
 No heed, but still in bondage live ? 
 I wait, but he does not forsake ; 
 He calls me still; my heart, awake ! 
 
 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. 
 
 —G. Tersteepen. 
 
 74 [Tune 74. 
 
 The Spirit and the Bride say, Corm. 
 
 Life is full of evil, brother, — cling^to the 
 right; [in the light; 
 
 Wander not in darkness, brother, — walk 
 
 There is Truth to guide you, brother,-- 
 shining clear and bright. 
 
 If you heed the Spirit's voice, and come 
 at the calL 
 
 Chg. — Oh, come at the call. 
 
 The Spirit and the Bride say. 
 Come ; 
 Oh, come at the call. 
 To our heavenly Father's homtt. 
 
 2 
 Jesus now is waiting, brother, — ^waiting 
 
 for thee ; [unto me ; " 
 
 Sweetly he is saying, brother, — "Come 
 There is Grace to save you, brother, — 
 
 grace to set you free, 
 If you heed the Spirit's voice, and com^ 
 
 at the call. 
 
 3 
 Gladly you may say it, brother, — " J^sus 
 
 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 come 
 
 at the call. 
 
 —Edward A. Barnes. 
 
 CALLING. 
 
 75 L. 
 
 M. [Duke Street. 
 
 Oo ye up to this feast. 
 
 1 
 
 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast. 
 Let every soul be Jesus' guest ; 
 Ye need not one be left behind^ 
 For God hath bidden all mankind* 
 
 \ 
 
/ y 
 
 r z. 
 
 CrALLING.v 
 
 25 
 
 *U I give 
 idage live ? 
 orsake; 
 art, awake ! 
 
 it stay J 
 it delay : 
 m thee I part; 
 ched mv heart. 
 ~G. I'erateegen. 
 
 [Tune 74. 
 le say, Come.^ 
 
 »r,--olingrto the 
 
 [m the light.; 
 
 brother,— walk 
 
 you, brother,-- 
 
 rht, 
 
 oice, and come 
 
 U, 
 
 the Bride say, 
 
 11, 
 
 Father's homtt. 
 
 ther, — ^waiting 
 
 [unto me'; " 
 
 ther,— "Come 
 
 ou, brother,— 
 
 >ice, and com,e 
 
 ther,— "J^sua 
 ler,— joy shall 
 »u, brother,— 
 ice, and come 
 ard A. Barnes. 
 
 >UKE StheeT. 
 ast. 
 
 feast, 
 
 ncij 
 nkind* 
 
 J 2 ■■ . (T. 
 
 Sent by my Lord, on ycu I oall» ^^ 
 The invitation is to all ; 
 Come, all the world; come, einner, 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. 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 
 
 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. 
 
 76 [Tune 76 
 
 I toill arise and go to my father. 
 
 1 
 
 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, 
 Calling for you and for me ; [watching, 
 
 See, on the portals he's waiting and 
 Watching for you and for me. 
 
 Cho. — Come home, come home. 
 
 Ye who are weary, come home ; 
 Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is call- 
 ing. 
 Calling, oh, sinner, come home ! 
 2 
 Why should we tarry when* Jesus is 
 pleading. 
 Pleading for you and for me ? 
 Why should we linger and heed not his 
 mercies, 
 Mercies for you and for me ? 
 3 
 Time is now fleeting, the momenta are 
 passing. 
 Passing from you and from me ; 
 Shadows are gathering, death-beds are 
 coming. 
 Coming for you and for me. 
 \ 
 Oh ! for the wonderful love he has prom- 
 ised, 
 Promised for you and for me ; 
 Though we have sinned, he has mercy 
 and pardon, 
 Pardon for you and for me. 
 
 —WUl L. Thompson. 
 
 77 [TuriBTT. 
 
 ChriU died for our sins. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came, 
 Born in a manger to sorrow 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. y 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree. 
 Died for my sins, that my 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 "toe, 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 ; 
 Gently and long he hath plead with my 
 soul. 
 Calling for me, for me. 
 
 4 
 Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on 
 
 high, 
 Sweet is the promise as weary years fly; 
 Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, 
 
 Coming for me, for me ; 
 Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, , 
 Coming for me, for me. 
 
 —Charlotte Elliott, 
 
 78 
 
 [TuNB 7a 
 
 My son, give me thine heart. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! there comes a whisper 
 
 Stealing on thine ear; 
 Th 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 ^ntle^ 
 Dost thou hear hmi say, 
 
 Tell me all thy sorrr wa, 
 Come, come away i 
 
26 
 
 INVTTATION. 
 
 3 
 
 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 whispers, 
 
 I'll bear it all. —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 79 Us & 10s. [Tune 79. 
 
 Come unto ine all ye that labour and are 
 heavy laden. 
 
 1 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
 guish ; 
 Come to the n:3rcy-8eat, 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 penitent, fadeless and pure. 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly say- 
 ing, 
 "Earth has no sorrow that heaven 
 cannot cure." 
 
 3 
 Here see the bread of life; see 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. —Thomas Moore. 
 
 80 78* [Maidstone. 
 Turn yet turn ye, for why vnll ye die t 
 
 What could your Redeemer do, 
 More than he hath done for you ? 
 To procure your peace with God, 
 Oould he more than shed his blood ? 
 After all his waste of love. 
 All his drawings from above. 
 Why will you your Lord deny ? 
 Why will you resolve to die ? 
 
 2 
 Tum^ he cries, ye sinners, turn ; 
 "By his life your God hath sworn, 
 He would nave you turn and live, 
 H© would all the wgrld receive. 
 
 It 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, tui n, 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 I 
 No, ye will not come to me 1 
 Me, who life to none deny : 
 Why will you resolve to aie?" 
 
 4 
 
 Can you doubt if Grod 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 I 
 Jesus weeps ; believe his tears ! 
 Mingled with his blood, they cry, 
 " Why will you resolve to die ? " 
 
 — C Wesley. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 81 [Tune 81. 
 
 1/ 1 wash thee not, thou hast no part vnth me. 
 
 1 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plung:ed beneath that flood, 
 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 Cho.— Oh, glorious fountain ! 
 Here will I stay, 
 And in thee ever 
 Wash my sins away. 
 
 2^ 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And tV ^ J may I, though vile as h? 
 
 W . all my sins away. 
 
 3 
 
 O dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power. 
 Till all the ransomed Church of 6o<J 
 
 Be saved to sin no more. 
 
 4 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply. 
 Redeeming love has been my them^r 
 
 And sbw be till I <Ji«» 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 27 
 
 5 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stammering 
 ton^e 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 —Conoper. 
 
 82 [Tune 82. 
 Let him that heareth say come. 
 
 1 
 "Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the 
 
 soimd! 
 Send the blessed tidings all the world 
 
 around ; 
 Spread the joyful news wherever man is 
 found : 
 "Whosoever will, may come." 
 
 Oho. — "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. 
 Now the door is open, enter while you 
 
 may; 
 Jesus 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 : 
 "Whosoiever will, may come." 
 
 - P. P. Blis<. 
 
 83 8,5,8,3. [Tune 83. 
 
 / vnll give you rest. 
 
 1 
 Art thou weary, heavy laden ? 
 
 Art thou sore distrest ? 
 ' "Come to me," saith One, "and coming, 
 Be at rest." 
 
 2 
 Hath he marks to lead me to him. 
 
 If he be my Guide ? 
 " In his feet and hands are wound-prints. 
 And his side. " 
 
 3 
 
 Hath he diadem, as Monarch, 
 
 That his brow adorns ? 
 "Yea, a crown, in very surety^ 
 Butpf thQro«," 
 
 If I find him, if I follow. 
 
 What his gfuerdon 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." 
 6 
 If I ask him to receive me. 
 
 Will he say me nay ? 
 " Not till earth and not till heaven 
 Pass away." 
 7 
 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 
 
 Is he sure to bless ? 
 Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs. 
 Answer, "Yes." 
 
 —Dr. Nedte. 
 
 84 78. [Tune8/i 
 
 The kingdom of heaven gu^ereth violence, ai t 
 the violent take it by force. 
 
 1 
 Time is earnest, passing by ; 
 Death is earnest, drawing nigh; 
 Sinner, wilt thou trifling be ? 
 Time and death appeal to thee. 
 
 2 
 Life is earnest : when 'tis o'er. 
 Thou retumest never more ; 
 Soon to meet eternity. 
 Wilt thou never serious be ? 
 
 3 
 God is earnest : kneel and pray 
 Ere thy season pass away ; 
 Ere he set his judgment throne- 
 Vengeance ready, mercy gone. 
 
 Oh, be earnest ! death is near ; 
 Thou wilt perish, lingering here : 
 Sleep no longer, rise and nee ; 
 Lo, thy Saviour waits for thee ! 
 
 —Mrs. Knapp. 
 
 • 
 
 85 5,5,11,5,5,11. [Houghton. 
 Who was delivered for our offences. 
 
 1 . 
 
 All ye that pass by. 
 
 To Jesus draw nigh ; 
 To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? 
 
 Your ransom and peaces 
 
 Your Saviour he is ; 
 Coma, see if there ever was sorrow like Im, 
 
28 
 
 INVn'ATION. 
 
 2 
 
 He suffered for all ; 
 
 Oh, comj at bis call, [fall. 
 
 And low at his 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 Grod will not 
 deny. —C. Wesley. 
 
 86 . 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Guide. 
 
 Wretched, and miserable and poor and blind 
 and naked. 
 
 ^ 1 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy. 
 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
 Jesus ready stands to save you. 
 Full of pity, love, and ix)wer; 
 
 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 ^ace that brings us nigh, 
 
 Without money, 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 8 
 
 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 j^ou ; 
 Tib 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 j 
 
 . Not the righteous. 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 6 
 
 Lo ! the incarnate GrOd, ascended. 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood : 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 Let no other trust intrude ; 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 —J. Hart. 
 
 87 I^M. [Tune 87. 
 
 Behold, now i» the accepted time, behold, now 
 it the day qf $alvation, 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, do not let the Word depart, - 
 Nor close thine eyes against the light; 
 
 Poor sinner, harden not thy heart ; 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to- 
 night ? 
 
 C HO. —Why not to-night? Why not to- 
 night ? [not to-niffht ? 
 Thou wouldst 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 ! oh, 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 delignt : 
 Oh, try the life which Christians live ! 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to- 
 night? 
 
 4 
 Our blessed Lord refuses none 
 
 Who would to him their souls unite; 
 Then be the work of grace begun ! 
 Thou wouldst be saved — Why not to- 
 night? 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 88 [Tune 88. 
 Quench not the Spirit. 
 
 1 • 
 
 Why do you wait, dear brothev. 
 
 On, why do you tarry so long? 
 Your Saviour is waiting to gi\ e you 
 
 A place in his sanctified tnrong. 
 
 Chc— Why not?— Why not ?— 
 
 Why not come to him now? 
 
 2 
 
 What dfo you hope, dear brother, 
 To gain by a further delay ? 
 
 There's no one to save you but Jesus, 
 There's no other way but his way. 
 
 3 
 Do you not feel, dear brother. 
 
 His Spirit now striving within? 
 Oh, why not accept his salvation^ 
 
 And throw off thy burden pf sm? 
 
 89 
 
[Tune 87. 
 
 I tiiruff behold, fioio 
 Ivation, 
 
 1 depart, - 
 ?ainst the light; 
 thy heart ; 
 sd— Why not to- 
 
 t ? Why not to- 
 [not to-night? 
 
 be saved — Why 
 
 t? Why not to- 
 [not to-night? 
 
 be sjaved— Why 
 
 ver rise, 
 ied sight ; 
 n, be wise ! 
 d— Why not to- 
 
 ift to give — 
 delight : 
 iristians live ! 
 i— Why not to- 
 
 none 
 
 r souls unite; 
 
 B begun ! 
 
 I — Why not to- 
 
 —II. Bonar. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 oirit 
 
 [Tune 88. 
 
 orothe?, 
 so long? 
 to gi\ e you 
 jd throng. 
 
 not?— 
 
 to him now? 
 
 brother, 
 
 ilay? 
 
 u but Jesus, 
 
 ttt his way. 
 
 "ther, 
 within? 
 Ivation^ 
 ten p£ sin? 
 
 Whv do you wait, dear brother ? 
 
 The harvest is passing away, 
 Your Saviou^ is longing to ble8d you, 
 
 There's dtuiger a^^d death in otalay. 
 
 — G". FrUoot. 
 
 \ 
 [Tune 89^. 
 e strait gate. \ 
 
 89 
 
 Strive io enter in at 
 1 
 The door ol God's mercy is open 
 
 To all wh\are weary )f sin, 
 And Jesus is\atiently ^ raiting, 
 
 Still waitini^, to wel X)me you in. 
 
 the Saviour, 
 ^he g ate, 
 I wa^lH»^3^|lje p )rtals 
 an 
 Lest somi 
 Not far fi 
 Should wand 
 ness am 
 And miss it^f 
 
 le 
 
 coil 
 
 early 
 
 ii^cious soul, 
 the goal, 
 I way into dark- 
 ite, [gate. 
 
 ver, the pearly 
 
 ^antAly wooing 
 jm the ways of the blest, 
 But Jesus is {9)i(^ly biading 
 You turn to hi^lgfivenly rest. 
 
 So many who hear the g!^|lmessage, 
 Will never its mandatesohfiv, [iiv 
 
 But turn from the precious, aNttHp^d 
 And wilfully wanaer away. 
 
 Sad hearts there will surely be moaning 
 
 Outside of the gateway of life. 
 And praying to him they rejected 
 
 When earth with gay pleasure was rife. 
 5 
 The door of God's mercy is open, 
 
 Invitingly open to all 
 Who list to the voice of the Master, 
 
 And hearing shall heed his sweet call. 
 
 — Ellen Oliver. 
 
 90 [Tune 90. 
 
 Made peace throttgh the blood of his ctom. 
 
 1 
 Mourner, wheresoe'er thou art. 
 At the 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 thine every fear. 
 Only ^peak, and he will hear; 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 
 ■^, 
 
 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 troublea breast ; 
 In the Saviour fina thy rest ; 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 3 
 Thoughtless sinner, come to-day ; 
 
 At the cross there's room 1 
 Hark ! the Bride and Spirit say, 
 
 At the cross there's room I 
 Now a living fountain see, 
 Opened there for you and me. 
 Rich and poor, for bond and free : 
 
 At the cross there's room ! 
 4 
 Bl(^sed thought ! for every one 
 
 i<^t the cross therjB's room ! 
 Love'il«atoning work is done ; 
 
 At\he cross there's room ! 
 Streams *f boundless mercy flow. 
 Free to sl\ who thither go : 
 Oh, thayall the world might know 
 
 At/the cross there's room ! ' 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 [Tune 91. 
 To save them to the uttermost. 
 
 1 
 Whoever receiveth the Crucified One, 
 Whoever believeth on God's only Son, 
 A free and a perfect salvation shall have: 
 For he is abundantily able to save. 
 
 Cho. — My brother, the Master is calling 
 
 for thee; 
 His grace and his mercy are won- 
 
 drously free ; 
 His blood as a ransom for sinners 
 
 he gave. 
 And he is abundantly able to save. 
 
 2 
 
 Whoever receiveth the message of God, 
 And trusts in the power of the soul-cleans* 
 
 ing blood, 
 A full and eternal redemption shall have: 
 For he is both able and willing to save. 
 
 3 
 Whoever rei)ents and forsakes every sin, 
 And opens his heart for the Lord to come 
 
 in, 
 A present and perfect salvation shall have: 
 For Jesus is ready this moment to save. 
 
 —E. A. Hoffman 
 
92 8,7,8,7,3. [Tune 92. 
 
 ^ Meturn unto thy rest, oh, my soul. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! the Saviour's voice from heaven 
 
 Spv>aks a pardon full and free ; 
 Come, and thou shalt be forgiven ; 
 Boundless mercy flows for thee — 
 Even thee 1 
 
 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, ^ilty, 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 ! 
 
 93 [Tune 93. 
 
 Jesus 0/ Nazareth passeth by. 
 
 1 
 Is there a sinner awaiting 
 
 Mercy and pardon to-day? 
 Welcome the news that we bring him : 
 
 '* Jesus is passing this way ! " 
 Coming iu.love and in mercy. 
 
 Pardon and peace to bestow. 
 Coming to save the poor sinner. 
 
 From his heart anguish and woe. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus is passing this way, 
 To-dajr, to-day, 
 While he is near, oh, 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 so tender and precious. 
 
 He is so near you to-day ; 
 Open your heart to receive him, 
 
 while he is passing this way. 
 
 Yes, 
 
 3 
 
 es, he is coming to bless you. 
 
 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. 
 
 —H. A. Hoffman. 
 
 94 10,10,11,11. [Tune 6. 
 
 This Man receiveth sinners still. 
 
 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. 
 
 2 / 
 
 f he 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 
 
 came j 
 Come, sinners, and trust in Jesus's name ! 
 He offers you pardon ; he bids you be free: 
 * 'If sin be your burden, oh, come unto me !" 
 
 ~C. Wesley. 
 
 95 ' Tune 95. 
 
 The hhadow of a great rock in a vmiry land. 
 
 1 
 Come, stay thy feet by the sheltering 
 Rock, 
 And swe'et thy rest will be ; 
 Come, lav« 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 be. 
 
 Cho. — Then hide thee, hide thee in the 
 cleft of the Rock ; 
 Hide thee, hide thee, hide in the 
 cleft of the Rock. 
 
PENITENOB AND TRUST. 
 
 31 
 
 a<ch moment we 
 
 his grace is for 
 
 om heaven he 
 
 the sheltering 
 
 Come, bring thy heart to the sheltering 
 ' Bock, 
 
 And all thy weight of care; 
 Look up, the li^ht of a Saviour's love 
 
 Is smiling brightly 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 thee at the 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 soul can e'er move ; 
 There calmly rest in that dear retreat, 
 
 The arms of Jesus' love. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 96 [Tune 96. 
 "Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian. 
 
 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 
 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 persuaded," doom comes at last! 
 "Almost" cannot avail; 
 "Almost" is but to fail! 
 Sad, sad, that bitter wail — 
 ' * Almost— but lost. " 
 
 —P. P. Bliss. 
 
 97 [Tune 97. 
 Why will ye die ? 
 
 1 
 A great Rock stands in a weary land. 
 And its shadows fall on the parched sand, 
 And it calls to the travellers passing by : 
 "I will shelter thee here continually." 
 Then why will ye die? oh! why will/e die, 
 When the sheltering Rock is standing by? 
 Oh, wlqrl oh, why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 . 2 
 
 A great Well lies in a weary land, 
 
 And its waters call over life's rough 
 
 strand, 
 "That the jprreat Well is deep, with 
 
 waters riie, ; 
 
 Springing up into Everlasting Life." 
 Then why will ye die? oh! why will ye did. 
 When the great deep Well is standing by? 
 Oh, why! on, 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 wid&^old is standing by? 
 Oh, why! on, why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 4 
 A rough Cross stands near a city wall. 
 Where the Saviour dies out of love for idl. 
 Where the angels still tell the message 
 
 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 
 
 by? 
 Oh, wny ! oW why will ye die, will ye die? 
 
 -i). C. Wright. 
 
 PENITENCE AND TRUST. 
 
 98 4-78. 
 
 [SetmouIu 
 
 His mercy endurethfor ever. 
 
 1 
 Depth of mercy, can there be 
 Mercy still reserved 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, 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 3 
 Whence to me this waste 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 hid wounds, and spreads his 
 
 hands: 
 God is love ! I know, I feel; 
 Jesus weeps, and loves me stilH 
 
l1 
 
 . r 
 
 If I rightly read thy hearti 
 If thou all compassion art, 
 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, 
 Pardon luid accept me now. 
 
 —C. Wealey. 
 
 QQ L. M. [St. Alban. 
 
 Lord, increase our faith ! 
 
 1 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 
 Which grasps the promise God has given; 
 Securely fixed on Christ alone, 
 A trust that cannot be overthrown. 
 
 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 sighing cease ; 
 By faith the children's right we claim, 
 AJbd call upon our Father's name. 
 
 4 
 
 Such faith in us, O God, irapknt. 
 And to our prayers thy favour grant 
 In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, 
 Who is our fount of health alone. 
 
 —A.D. 1537. 
 
 100 I'M. 
 
 [Pentecost. 
 
 Ood he merciful to me a eimier. 
 
 1 ' 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh,' 
 A tremblings sinner. Lord, I cry ; 
 Thv pardoning grace 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 Grod, be merciful to me I 
 
 3 
 
 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
 Nor dare 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 Crod, be merciful to me I 
 
 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 With all the ranscHned throng I dwell, . 
 My rapcured song shall ever be, 
 That God was merciful to me 1 
 
 —Elven. 
 
 101 7,7,7. [TuNBlS. 
 He beheld the city, and reept over it, 
 
 1. 
 Lord, in this thy mercy's day, 
 Ere vi, 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 awful doom appears. 
 
 3 
 
 Lord, on us thy Spirit pour. 
 Kneeling lowly at the aoor, 
 Ere it close for evermore. 
 
 4 
 By thy night of agony. 
 By thy supplicating cry. 
 By thy willmgness 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. William*. 
 
 102 [Tune 102. 
 I will give thee rest. 
 
 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 
 
 tome? 
 Oh, I am weary, my heart is 
 
 oppressed, . 
 
 Take thou my burden and give 
 
 me sweet rest 
 
 Light 
 Star of I 
 Let m( 
 thi 
 Give m| 
 
 Spirit 
 Fold th| 
 Fold tl 
 Dwell, 
 
 103 
 
rom sin and hell, 
 throng I dwell, 
 
 I ever be, 
 to me ! 
 
 —Elven. 
 
 [Tune 18. 
 id Vfept over it. 
 
 lercy's day, 
 away^ 
 
 II and pray. 
 
 la tears, 
 earching fears, 
 m appears. 
 
 irit pour, 
 he door, 
 •more. 
 
 »ny, 
 rcry, 
 to die, 
 
 er woe 
 forego. 
 
 wings a place, 
 y of grace, 
 thy face. 
 
 alone, 
 
 len be known 
 nd the throne. 
 —J. Williamt. 
 
 rent. 
 
 [Tune 102. 
 
 hall I flee ? 
 .viour, but thee; 
 lOugh sinful and 
 
 pardon I seek. 
 
 pin^ to thee ; 
 or its pleasures 
 
 , my heart is 
 
 irden and give 
 
 PENITENCE AND TRUST. 
 
 ^ 
 
 Light of the day, dark is my way ! 
 Star of the monung, 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, 
 lold thou in mercv thy wings like a dove. 
 Fold them around, me and never depart, 
 Dwell, and forever, oh, dwell in my heart. 
 
 — Fanny J. Cronby. 
 
 1 03 ^' M. PFederal Street. 
 
 Salvation is of the Lord. 
 
 1 
 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; 
 I see my sin, but caimot feel; 
 I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, 
 And bid the obedient waters flow. 
 
 2 
 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give; 
 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 pool ; 
 
 I wait the word that speaks me whole. 
 
 4 
 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, 
 Make my infected natiire 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 heiiven. 
 
 2 
 
 Help us, through good report and ill. 
 
 Our daily cross to bear ; 
 Like thee to do our Father's will, 
 
 Our brother's griefs to share. ' 
 
 3 
 Let grace our selfishness expel, - 
 
 Our earthliness refine ; 
 And kindness in our bosoms dwell 
 
 As free and true as 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 ! ''* 
 
 6 
 Keep peaceful in the midst of strife, 
 
 Forgiving and forgiven. 
 Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
 And follow thee to .heaven ! 
 
 —J. U. Gurney 
 
 105 6-8s. [Brighton. 
 While we were yet sinners, Christ died /or ua. 
 
 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. Father, 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 grief and shame, . 
 
 Thy cross and passion on the tree. 
 Thy precious death and life — I pray, 
 
 I'ake all, take all, my sins away ! 
 
 3 
 
 Qh, let thy love my heart constrain, 
 • Thy love for every sinner free; 
 That every fallen soul of man 
 
 May taste the grace that found out me ; 
 That all mankind with me may prove 
 
 Thy sovereign, everlasting love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 106 [Tune 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 
 cry ; 
 While 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. 
 
34 
 
 COMING TO CHRIST. 
 
 ■ '-S 
 
 8 
 
 Trusting only in thy merit, 
 
 Would I seek thy face ; 
 Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
 Save me by thy grace. 
 4 
 Thou the Spring ot all my comfort, 
 More than life to me, 
 ' Whom have 1 on earth beside thee? 
 Whom in heaven but thee ! 
 
 —0. C. Stebbinx. 
 
 107 8,7,8,7,3. [Tune 92. 
 
 Tliere shall be shoiaers of bleaaing. 
 
 Lord, I hear o£ 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, 
 
 Sinful though my heart may be ! 
 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 th v favour ; 
 ' Whilst thou'rt calling, oh, call me ! 
 Even me. 
 4 
 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, 
 
 Thou canst make th blind to see ; 
 Witnesser of Jesus' merit. 
 Speak some word of power 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. 
 f 
 
 1,08 S. M. [Thatcher. 
 
 Keep that which is committed to thy trust. 
 
 1 
 A charge to keep I have, 
 
 A God to glorify, 
 A never-dying soul to save. 
 And fit it for the sky : 
 2 ^ 
 To serve the present age. 
 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 Oh, may it all my powers engage 
 To do my Master's will I 
 
 Arm me Mrith jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And ohj thy servant. Lord, prepare 
 
 A stnct account to give I 
 
 4 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 —C. WesUy. 
 
 109 ' [Tune 109, 
 
 // / may but touch the hem of his garment. 
 
 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 I 
 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 dofie. 
 
 3 
 
 He turned with "Daughter, be of good 
 comfort, 
 ITiy faith hath made thee whole ! " 
 And peace that passeth all understanding 
 With gladness filled her soul. 
 
 — Geo. F. RoQt. 
 
 COMING TO CHRIST. 
 
 110 [TuneU(X 
 
 Now are ye clean through the word which I 
 have spoken unto you? 
 
 i hear thy welcome voice. 
 That calls me, Lord, to thee. 
 
 For cleansing in thy precious blood 
 That flowed on Calvary. 
 
 Cho. — I am coming. Lord, - ■ 
 
 Coming now to thee 1 
 Wash me, cleanse me in 
 l?hat flowed Q^ Oi4^9^* 
 
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 112 
 
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CX>MIKO TO OHRIST. 
 
 35 
 
 ambling before 
 
 9 
 
 Thongh ooming weak and vile, 
 Thou dost my strength assure ; 
 
 Thou doflt 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 gpfc^ce ! 
 All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, 
 
 Our Strength and Righteousness. 
 
 —L. Hartsough. 
 
 1 1 1 [Tune 111. 
 I will go to him. 
 
 1 
 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 will go and be saved; 
 Yes, I will go ; ves, 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 I learn how to live. 
 And to labour for his kingdom above. 
 
 3 
 I w?ll try to bear the pross in my youth. 
 
 And be faithful to its cause till I die ; 
 If witl; cheerful step I walk in the truth, 
 
 I shall wear a starry crown by-and-by. 
 
 4 
 
 3till the gentle voice within calls away. 
 And its 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. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 112 [Tune 112. 
 If$ither is there salvation in any other. 
 
 1 ' 
 J€8tm, my Lord to thee I cry, 
 ^«|iMa thou help me I must die ; 
 0^ bring thy free salvation nigh, 
 Awi take me as I am 1 
 
 CHa— Take me as I am, 
 Take me as I am ; 
 
 Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, 
 And take me as I am t 
 
 2 
 
 Helpless I am, and full of g^ilt. 
 But yet for me thy blood was spilt, 
 And thou canst make me what thou wilt. 
 But take me as I am ! 
 
 8 
 
 If thou hast work for me to do, 
 Inspire my will, my heart renew. 
 And work both in and by me, too, 
 But take me as I am I 
 
 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 ! 
 
 —EliM H. ffamUton, 
 
 113 L.M. [Tune 113. 
 
 No other name whereby we must 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 God, I come t 
 
 2 
 
 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 I 
 
 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 I 
 
 Just as I am, — thy love \inknown 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now to bethiue, yea, thine idone, 
 Lamb of Grod, I come ! 
 
 ^htrhtU SUUftU 
 
 
[ 
 
 96 
 
 CONSECRATION. 
 
 I 
 
 114 • Tuinell4. 
 
 Save in the erose qf our Lord Jesut Chriet. 
 
 1 
 **Nearer the cross !" 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 gave himself for me ; 
 Nearer to him I still would be, 
 
 Still I'm coming nearer. 
 
 Still I'm coming nearer. 
 
 3 
 Nearer in prayer my hope aspires, 
 
 I am coming nearer ; 
 Deeper 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. 
 
 ~31r8. Valenstyne. 
 
 CONSECRATION. 
 
 116 7s. 
 
 Te are not your own. 
 
 [Pbayer. 
 
 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 mjjr gold — 
 Not a mite would I withhold : 
 Take my intellect aud use 
 £ivezy power as thou shalt choose. 
 
 Take my voice and let me sing 
 Always, only, for my King : ^ 
 
 Take my lips and let theiu he 
 Filled with messages from thee. 
 
 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. 
 
 G 
 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. 
 
 —Mitia F, R. Ilavergal. 
 
 116 S. M. [Leeds. I 
 
 Glorify Qod in your body, and in your spirit, 
 which are God'e. 
 1 
 Lord, in the strength of grace, 
 With a glad heart and free. 
 Myself, my residue of days, 
 I consecrate to thee. 
 2 
 Tl^ ransomed servant, I 
 
 Restore to thee thy own ; 
 And, from this moment, live or die 
 To serve my God alone. 
 
 — C. iVealey. 
 
 117 7,6,7,6. [Tune 117. 
 
 And the Jive came doivn and conauined the 
 eaerijice. 
 
 My body, soul, and spirit, 
 
 Jesus, 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 great name, 
 
 1 look for thy salvation. 
 Thy promise now I claim. 
 
 3 
 Oh, let the fire descending, 
 
 Just now upon my soul, 
 Consume my humble offering, 
 
 And cleanse aud make me whole ! 
 4 
 I'm thine, O blessed Jesus, 
 
 Washed by thy ]ireciou8 bloGdj " 
 Now seal me by thy Spirit, ' ^ • 
 
 A sacrifice to* Qoo. -^M,D.4mfimi 
 
 8 
 
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 119 
 
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OONSIBORATION. 
 
 87 
 
 tl let me sing 
 ">y King: 
 l«t them l>e . ' 
 gres from tjjee. 
 
 make it thine, 
 fT mine : 
 is thine o>vn; 
 u-I tljrone. 
 
 I^ord, I pour 
 sure-store : 
 will be, 
 thee. 
 -Mina P. li, Havergal. 
 
 [Leeds. 
 
 !/, and in your spirit. 
 God's. ' 
 
 gth of grace, 
 trt and free, 
 e of days, 
 ;hee. 
 
 t^ant, I 
 thy own ; 
 ment, live or die 
 1 alone. 
 
 -C. JVealey. 
 
 [Tune II7. 
 ^nd consumed the 
 
 spirit, 
 lee, 
 
 "g. 
 > be. 
 
 ;he altar, 
 for the fire. 
 
 iour, 
 
 name, 
 Dn, 
 
 claim. 
 
 iding, 
 soul, 
 
 offering, 
 
 kerne whole 1 
 
 esus, ; . 
 ions hk)^; 
 }itit, ^ , - 
 
 18 CM. [TunbTI. 
 
 Ye are bought vHth a price. 
 
 1 
 
 I Let him to whom we now belong 
 
 His sovereign right assert, 
 I And take up every thankful rang, 
 
 And every loving heart. 
 
 2 
 
 He justly claims us for his own, 
 W ho bought us with a price ; 
 
 Tlie Christian lives to Christ alone, 
 To Christ alono ho 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. Wealei/. 
 
 Ill 9 [TUNKllO. 
 
 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 Jesus, 
 
 *' All of self, and none of thee." 
 All 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 mo ; 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 ^vistful 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, 
 
 JLess of self, and more of thee, 
 &bught me lower while I whispered, 
 
 "£e»of self) and more of thee." 
 
 Higher than the highest heavens, 
 
 Deeper than the deepest sea, 
 Lord, thy love at last has conquered, 
 
 **None of 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." 
 
 —7'hvinat Jlonod, 
 
 120 [TUNB120. 
 
 Let us draw near %vith 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. 
 
 Consecrate me now to thy service. Lord, 
 By thy power of grace divine ; 
 
 Let mv soul look up with a steadfast hope, 
 And 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 with 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 jDeace with thee. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 121 
 
 All for Jesus. 
 
 [TUNB121. 
 
 Saviour ! thy dying love 
 
 Thou gayest me. 
 Nor should I aught withhold,. 
 
 Dear Lord, from thee; 
 
 
38 
 
 PULL SALVATION. 
 
 m 
 
 
 I- 
 I 
 
 In love my soul would bow, 
 My heart fulfil its vow, 
 Some offering bring thee now. 
 Something for thee. 
 
 2 
 Give me a faithful heart 
 
 Likeness to thee — 
 That each departing day 
 
 Henceforth may see 
 Some work of love beg\m, 
 Some work of kindness done, 
 Some wanderer sought and won, 
 
 Something for thee ! 
 
 3 
 
 All that I am and have — 
 
 Thy ^f ts so free — 
 In joy, in grief, through life. 
 
 Dear Lord, for thee ! 
 And when thy face I see. 
 My ransomed soul shall be. 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Something for thee. 
 
 —S. D. Phelps 
 
 FULL SALVATION. 
 
 122 [TuNB 122. 
 
 To him be glory for ever aiid ever. 
 
 1 
 
 DoMm at the cross where mv Saviour died, 
 
 Down where for cleansing from sin I cried ; 
 
 There to my heart was the blood applied ; 
 
 Glory to his name. 
 
 Cho. —Glory to his name. 
 Glory to his name : 
 There to my heart was the blood applied ; 
 Glory to his name. 
 
 2 
 
 I am so wondrously saved from sin, 
 Jesus so sweetly abides within ; 
 There at the cross where he took me in; 
 Glory to his name. 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, precious fountain, that saves from sin, 
 I am so glad I have entered in ; 
 There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean ; 
 Glory to his name. 
 
 4 
 
 Come to this fountain so rich and sweet ; 
 
 Cant th^ poor soul at the Saviour's feet; 
 
 Tn^t hun to-day, and be made complete; 
 
 Glory to hia name. 
 
 — C. Hoffman. 
 
 123 
 
 [Tune 123. 
 
 In whom ye alao trusted^ 
 
 1 
 
 I am coming to the cross ; 
 
 I am poor, and weak, and blind; 
 I am counting all but dross j 
 
 I shall full salvation find. 
 
 Cho. — I am trusting, Lord, in thee. 
 Blessed Lamb of Calvary ; 
 Humbly at thy cross I bow. 
 Save me, Jesus, save me now< 
 
 2 
 
 Long my heart has sighed for thee 
 Long nas evil reigned within; 
 
 Jesus sweetly speaks to me, — 
 " I will cleanse you from all sint'* 
 
 8 
 
 In thy promises I trust, 
 Now! feel the blood applied; 
 
 I am prostrate in the dust, 
 I with Christ am crucifiedt 
 
 4 
 Jesus comes ! he fills my soult 
 
 Perfected in him I am ; 
 I am every whit made whole} 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb I 
 
 —W. Mcl)onatd. 
 
 124 CM. [Wiltshire. 
 
 Create in me a clean heart, God. 
 
 1 
 Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 
 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels thy blood 
 
 So freely spilt for me 1 
 
 2 
 
 A heart resigned, submissive, meek. 
 My great Kedeemer's throne, 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak,, 
 Where dTesus reigns alone : 
 
 3 
 
 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean ; 
 Which neither life nor death can part^ 
 
 From him that dwells within : 
 
 4 
 A heart in every thou^^ht renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and goodr 
 A copy, Lord, of thine I 
 
 — C. W4tU^ 
 
 125 
 
 I've reac 
 And all 
 Here shiL 
 For all i| 
 
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 126 I 
 
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 I wait 
 
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 b 
 
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PITI/L SALVATION. 
 
 3d 
 
 [Tune 123. 
 trusted* 
 
 POSSJ 
 
 ik, and blinds 
 dross 1 
 ifind. 
 
 ord, in thee, 
 of Calvary; 
 ross I bow, 
 I, save me now. 
 
 bed for thee 
 d within; 
 ome, — 
 from all sin.'* 
 
 applied; 
 
 ust^ 
 
 oifiedi 
 
 rsouli 
 
 vbole} 
 
 imb! 
 
 —W. BtcLonatd. 
 
 [WiLTSHIBB. 
 ^rt, God. 
 
 my God, 
 ee! 
 
 I thy blood 
 
 Mve, meek, 
 
 hrone, 
 
 [•d to speak^ 
 
 ue: 
 
 teart, 
 
 'th can part 
 ithiri: 
 
 «uewed, 
 ^ and jijpoody. 
 
 125 [Tune 125. 
 Oo up and posaesa the land. 
 
 1 
 I've reached the land of com and wine. 
 And all its riches freely mine ; 
 Here shines undimmed one blissful day. 
 For all luy night has passed away. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, Beulah Land ! sweet Beulah 
 Land! 
 As on the highest mount I stand, 
 I look away across the sea, 
 Where mansions are prepared for 
 
 me, 
 And view the shining glory shore. 
 My heaven, my home; for ever- 
 more ! 
 
 2 
 The Saviour comes and walks with me. 
 And sweet communion here have we ; 
 He gently leads me with his hand, 
 For this is heaven's border land. 
 
 3 
 The zephyrs seem to float to me 
 Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, 
 As angels, with the white-robed throng. 
 Join in the sweet redemption song. ' 
 
 —E. P. sates. 
 
 126 [Tune 126. 
 Wash me, and I shall be whiter than stiow. 
 
 1 
 Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; 
 I want thee forever to live in my soul; 
 Break down every idol, cast out every foe; 
 Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than 
 snow. 
 
 Cho. — Whiter than snow, yes, whiter 
 than snow ; 
 Now wash me, and I shall be 
 whiter than snow. 
 
 2 
 
 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne 
 in the skies, 
 
 And help me to make a complete sacrifice; 
 
 I give up myself, and whatever I know — 
 
 Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than 
 snow. 
 
 3 
 
 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly en- 
 treat ; 
 
 I wait^ blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, 
 
 By faith, for my cleansing, I see thy 
 blood flow — 
 
 Now wajEdi me, and I AJiall be \;hiter than 
 •now. ^ 
 
 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait ; 
 Come now, and within me a new heart 
 
 create ; 
 To those who have sought thee, thou 
 
 never said'st No — 
 Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than 
 
 snow. 
 
 —J. Nicholson. 
 
 127 [Tune 127. 
 
 Though your sins be as scarlet they shall be 
 
 as white as snow. 
 
 1 
 Blessed be the Fountain of blood, 
 
 To a world of sinners revealed; 
 Blessed be the dear Son of God : 
 
 Only by his stripes we are healed. 
 Though I've wandered far from his fold, 
 
 Bringing to my heart pain and woe. 
 Wash me in the olood of the Lamb, 
 
 And I shall be whiter than snow. 
 
 Cho. — Whiter than the snow ! whitei 
 than the snow ! 
 Wash me in the blood of the Lamb, 
 And I shall be wiiiter than enow. 
 
 Thorny was the crown that he wore, 
 
 And the cross his body o'ercame; 
 Grievous were the sorrows he bore, 
 
 But he suffered not thus in vain. 
 May I to that Fountain be led. 
 
 Made to cleanse my sins here below; 
 Wash me in the blooa that he shed, , 
 
 And I shall be whiter than snow. 
 
 3 
 
 Father, I have wandered from thee, 
 
 Often has my heart gone astray ; 
 Crimson do my sins seem to me — 
 
 Water cannot wash them away. 
 Jesus, to that Fountain of thine. 
 
 Leaning on thy promise I go ; 
 Cleanse me by thy washing divine. 
 
 And I shall be whiter than snow. 
 
 128 [Tune 128. 
 
 He tvill save to the uttermost, 
 
 1 
 Saved to the uttermost : I am the Lord's; 
 Jesus, my Saviour, salvation affords; 
 Gives me his Spirit a witness within, 
 Whispering of pardon, and ^ saving from 
 sin. 
 
4a 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 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 easteth out fear ; 
 Trusting his promises, how I am blest ; 
 Leaning upon him, how sweet is my rest. 
 
 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 
 
 Paved to the uttermost : cheerfully sing 
 Loud hallelujahs to Jesus, my King ! 
 Ransomed and pardoned, redeemed by 
 
 his blood. 
 Cleansed from unrighteousness, glory to 
 
 God. 
 
 — W. J. Kirkpatrick. 
 
 129 
 
 Abide in me. 
 
 Tune 12!). 
 
 Abiding, oh, so wondrotis 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, so wondrous sweet ! 
 I'm resting at the Saviour's feet. 
 
 He speaks, and by his word is given 
 His peace, a rich foretaste of heaven ; 
 Not as the world he peace doth give, 
 *Tis through this hope my soul shall 
 live 
 
 3 
 I live ; not I through him alone. 
 By whom the mighty work is done; 
 Dead to myself, alive to him, 
 I count all loss his rest to gain. 
 
 4 
 
 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 peace and joy 
 
 -H. /•'. 
 
 / 
 
 L}fte. 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 130 S. M. D. [Nearer Home. 
 
 Come be/ore his presence with singing. 
 
 1 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord, - 
 
 And 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, 
 
 Arid every tear be dry ; 
 We're marching througn Immanuel's 
 ground, 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 —Isaac Watta 
 
 131 S.M. 
 
 [Dennis. 
 
 lliat they may be one. 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in Christian love ; 
 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to tha.t above. 
 
 2 
 Before our Father's throne. 
 
 We pour our ardent pray^ers ; 
 Our fears, our liopes, our aims are one, 
 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 
 
 We share our mutual woes, 
 
 Our mutual bui-dens bear; 
 And often for each c'her flows 
 
 The sympathizing^^cear. 
 
 From 
 And] 
 
 And 
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 132 
 
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 133 
 
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FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 41 
 
 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 
 And sin we shall be free ; 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 -^J. Fawcett. 
 
 132 CM. [Abbioge. 
 
 All ye are brethren. 
 
 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 bestows, 
 
 We all delight ^o prove ; 
 The grace through overv vessel flows, 
 
 In purest streams of love. 
 
 4 
 Even now we think and speak the same, 
 
 And cordially agree ; 
 United all, througli Jesus* name. 
 
 In: perfect harmony. 
 
 5 
 We all partake the joy of one, 
 
 The common peace we feel ; 
 A peace to sensual minds unknown, 
 
 A joy unspeakable. 
 
 6 
 
 And if our fellowship below 
 
 In Jesus be sc sweet. 
 What heights of rapture shall we know. 
 
 When round his throne we meet ! 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 133 [TtiNE 133. 
 Ye are tny toitnessea, saith the Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 Now just a word for Jesus, 
 Your dearest friend so true ; 
 
 Come, cheer our hearts and tell tts 
 What he has done for you. 
 
 Oho. — ^Now just a word for Jesus — 
 Twill help UK on our way ; 
 One little wore ^r Jesus, 
 >i, Oh, speak, o,f'^ig, or pray. 
 
 Now just a word for Jesus ; 
 
 You feel your sins for^ven, 
 And by his grace are striving 
 
 To reach a home in heaven. 
 
 -3 
 
 Now just a word for Jesus; 
 
 A cross it cannot bo 
 To say, I love mv Saviour 
 
 Who gave his life for me. 
 
 4 
 Now just a word for Jesus ; 
 
 Let not the time be lost ; 
 The heart's neglected duty 
 
 Brings sorrow to its cost. 
 
 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 Crotby. 
 
 134 0. M. [St. Agnes, Durham. 
 God doth talk with man. 
 
 Talk with us. Lord, thyself reveal. 
 While here o'er earth we rove ; 
 
 Speak to our hearts, and let u?? feel - ' 
 The kindling of thy love. 
 
 2 
 With thee conversing, we forget 
 
 All time, and toil, and cai*6 ; 
 Labour is rest, and pain is sweet. 
 
 If thou, my God, art heJ?e. 
 
 3 
 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 
 
 And bid my heart rejoice ; 
 My bounding heart shall own thy 8WAy, 
 
 And echo to thy voice. 
 
 4 
 
 Thoti callest «Ie to seek thy faotfj 
 
 'Tis all I wish to seek ; 
 To attend the whispers of thy grace, 
 
 And hear thee inly speak. 
 
 6 
 
 Let this my every hour employ, 
 
 Till I thy gloiy see ; 
 Enter into my Master's joy. 
 
 And find my heaven in tnee< . 
 
 —C. Wetley. 
 
42 
 
 CHRISTIAN LITE. 
 
 136 C.M. [Tune 17. 
 
 Behold, I stand at the door and knock. 
 
 1 
 Come, let us, who in Christ believe. 
 
 Our common Saviour praise. 
 To him with joyful voices give 
 
 The glory of his grace. 
 
 2 
 
 He now stands knocking at the door 
 
 Of every sinner's heart; 
 The worst need keep him out no more, 
 
 Or force him to depart. 
 
 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. 
 
 4 
 
 Come quickly in, thou heavenly guest, 
 
 Nor ever hence remove ; 
 But sup with us, and let the feast 
 
 Be everlasting love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 CONFIDENCE IIJ GOD. 
 
 136 [Tune 136. 
 
 Is it well with thee t 
 
 1 
 When peace, like a river, attendeth my 
 way, 
 When sorrows like sea-billows roll ; 
 Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me 
 to say. 
 It is well, it is well with my souL 
 
 Cho. — It is well with my soul, 
 
 It is well, it is well with my soul. 
 
 2 
 
 Though Satan should buffet, though trials 
 should come, 
 ' Let this blest assurance control. 
 That Christ hath regarded my helpless 
 estate. 
 And hath shed his own blood for my 
 soul. 
 
 3 
 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith 
 shall be sight, 
 The clouds be rolled back as a scroll. 
 The trump shall resound, and the Lord 
 shall descend, 
 " Even 80 " — it is well with my soul. 
 ^ —H. Q. Stafford. 
 
 I«3'i 8s & 7s. [Austria. 
 
 He that taketh not his cross and/olloweth 
 after me, is not worthy of me. 
 
 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 I've sought, and hoped, and known ; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 Grod 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 swectev rest. 
 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ; 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care i 
 Joy to find in every station 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 
 —B. F. Lyte. 
 
 138 L. M. [Tune 138. 
 
 It fell not, for it was founded upon a rock. 
 
 1 
 My hope is built on nothing less 
 
 Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; 
 I dare not trust the sweetest frame. 
 
 But wholly lean on Jesus' name. 
 
 Cho. — On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand ; 
 All other ground is sinking saad. 
 
 2 
 When darkness veils his lovely face, 
 
 I rest on his unchanging g^race ; 
 In every high and stormy gale. 
 
 My anchor holds within the vail. 
 
 3 
 
 His oath, his covenant, his blood. 
 Support me in the whelming flood ; 
 
 When all around my soul gives way. 
 He then is al} my hope and stay. 
 
 —E. Mote. 
 
 139 L* ^* [Angels' Song. 
 
 Who is he that eondemneth t Itis Christ 
 
 that died. 
 
 I 
 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness 
 My beauty are, myiflorious dress ; 
 'Midst flaming woofs* in these arrayed, 
 With joy shall I lul up my h«M|. 
 
 Bold sh« 
 For who| 
 Fully al 
 From sir 
 
 The Kblj 
 Who iroi 
 Who diei 
 Now for I 
 
 Lord, I 
 Which, 
 For ever] 
 For me. 
 
 Lord, I 
 Than sai 
 Thou hs 
 For all a ] 
 
 When f I 
 To claim I 
 Even the\ 
 Jesus hat 
 
 140 
 
 Joy 
 
 Now I hs 
 Surem 
 
 The woui 
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 Whose n 
 
 When he 
 
 Father, l 
 Our sc 
 
 Thy hea 
 Thy ai 
 
 Retumii 
 
 That me 
 
 OLove, 
 My SI 
 
 CJovered 
 Nora 
 
 While. 
 si 
 
 Meroy, 
 
CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 
 
 43 
 
 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 Ebly, 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. 
 
 6 
 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. 
 
 ~J. Wenley. 
 
 140 6-88. [Tunk60. 
 
 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 surpasses far ; 
 
 Thy heart still melts with tenderness 
 Thy arms of love still open are, 
 
 Returning sinners to receive, 
 
 That mercy they may taste and live. 
 
 3 
 Love, thou bottomless abyss, 
 
 My sms are swallowed up in thee ! 
 CJovered is my unrighteousness, 
 
 Nor spot of guilt remains on me, 
 While Jesus' blood, through earth and 
 
 skies, 
 M-wcyt free, boundless mercy, cries. 
 
 —J, Wesley. 
 
 141 CM. [Gainsborough. 
 
 / 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 tr^uth and grace. 
 
 3 
 
 When I walk through the shades of death. 
 
 Thy presence is my stay ; 
 A word 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. [OZREM. 
 
 / can do all things through Christ which 
 
 strenytheneth me. 
 
 1 
 
 Jesus, my strength, my hope. 
 
 On thee I cast my care ; 
 With humble confidence 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 casts behind 
 
 The baits of pleasing ill ; 
 
 4 . 
 A soul unmoved by pain. 
 
 By hardship, grief, or loss. 
 Bold to take up, firm to sustain. 
 The consecrated cixms. 
 
 — C. WeOey 
 
44 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE, 
 
 |43 c.M. 
 
 f f 
 
 1 1 
 
 [TuN« 15. 
 
 ThU t«. the victory that overeometh the world, 
 even our 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 o^ 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. II. Bathurst. 
 
 144 6s. [Eden. 
 
 Teach me thy way, Lard. 
 
 1 
 Thy way, not mine, Lord, 
 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by thine own hand, 
 
 Choose out the path for me ; 
 
 2 
 
 Smooth let it be or rough, 
 
 It still will be the best. 
 Winding or straight, it leads 
 
 Right onward to thy rest. 
 
 3 
 
 I dare not choose my lot ; 
 
 I would not, if I might : 
 Choose thou for me, my God, 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 .4 
 The kingdom that I seek 
 
 Is thine ; sc let the way 
 That leads to it be thine, 
 
 Else I must 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 
 i'^ot mine, not mine the choice, 
 
 In things or preat or bmall ; 
 Be thou my guide, my strength, 
 My wisdom, aud my all. 
 
 —U. Bonar. 
 
 145 8,8,8,4. [Chant. 
 
 Thy will be done on earth. 
 
 1 
 
 My God, and Father, | while I stray 
 Far from my home, in | life's rough way. 
 Oh, teach me from my |" heart to say, 
 Thy f will be done. 
 
 2 
 
 Though dark my path, and ] sad my lot, 
 Let me be still and | murmur not, 
 Or breathe the prayer di | vinely taught, 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 3 
 
 If thou shouldst call | me to resign 
 Whj>t most I prize — it | ne'er was mine; 
 I r ^y yield thee | what was thine : 
 Thy I will be done 
 
 4 
 Should ^rief or sickness | waste away 
 My life in prema | ture decay. 
 My Falher, still I | strive to say. 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 5 • 
 If but my fainting | heart be blest 
 With thy sweet Spirit | for its guest, 
 My God, to thee I | leave the rest : 
 Thy I will be done. 
 
 6 
 Renew my will from | day to day, 
 Blend 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. 
 I will give thanks unto theejor ever. 
 
 1 
 God of my life, through all my daya, ^ 
 My grateful powers shall sound thy praise j 
 My song shall wake with opening lightf 
 And cheer the dark and silent nighC 
 
REJOICING. 
 
 45 
 
 harlotte Elliott. 
 
 Wtien anxious cares would break mj' rest, 
 And griefs would tear uiy throbbing 
 
 breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises raised on high. 
 Shall check tne munnur and the sigh. 
 
 3 
 
 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all the powers of language fail, 
 Joy through luy swimming eyes shall 
 
 break. 
 And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 
 
 4 ■ . 
 
 But oh, when that last conflict's o'ei", 
 And I am chained to earth no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise 
 To join the music of the skies. 
 
 5 
 The cheerful tribute will I give, 
 Long as a deathless soul shall live ; 
 A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
 Demands and crowns eternity. 
 
 —Doddridge. 
 
 RfiJOlOiNO* 
 
 147 [Tune 147. 
 
 He will keep my soul in perfect peace. 
 
 1 
 God kindly keepeth those he loves 
 
 Secure from every fear ; 
 From the eye that weepeth, 
 O'er one that sleepeth, 
 
 He gently dries the tear. 
 
 Cho. — As flows the river calm and deep, 
 In silence toward the sea ; 
 So floweth ever, and ceaseth never. 
 His 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 
 Ho\<r calm at even sinks the sun 
 
 Beyond the clouded wefit ! 
 So, tempest driven 
 Into the haven, 
 I r«ached the longed for res^. 
 
 •^M. Corwin. 
 
 148 [TuKK 148. 
 Heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ. 
 
 My Father is rich in liouses and land8» 
 He holdeth the wealth of the world in 
 
 his hands ! 
 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 t 
 
 2 
 
 My Father's own Son, the Saviour of men, 
 Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest 
 
 ot men ; 
 But now he is reigning forever on high, 
 And will give me a home in the "sweet 
 
 by-and-by." 
 
 3 
 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, 
 A sinner by choice, and an alien by birth ! 
 But I've liieen adopted, my name's written 
 
 down — 
 An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crowii. 
 
 4 
 
 A tent or a cottage, why should I care ? 
 He's building a palace for me over there I 
 Though exiled from home, yet still I may 
 
 sing : 
 All glory to God, I'm a child of the King I 
 
 - Uattie JS, BuelL 
 
 149 C.M. [VoxDiLKOTl. 
 
 / vMl give yoH rest, 
 
 1 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 " Come unto me and rest ; 
 Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
 
 Thy head upon my breast 1 *' 
 I came to Jesus as I v .*s, 
 
 Weary, and worn, and sad, 
 I found in him a resting-place, 
 
 And he hath made me glad. 
 
 2 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 "Behol"', I freely give 
 The living water ; thirsty one, 
 
 Stoop down, and drink, and live ! '* 
 I came to Jesus, and I drank 
 
 Of that life-giving stream ; 
 My thirst was <)uenched, my soul revivMl, 
 
 And now I live in him. 
 
46 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 1.' 
 
 , r. 
 
 I heard the voice of Jesus a&y, 
 ** I am +hi8 dark world's Light ; 
 
 Look unto me, thy morn shall rise 
 And all thy day be bright ! " 
 
 I looked to tfesus, and I found, 
 
 A.n( 
 
 In him my Star, my Sun ; 
 
 na in that light of life I'll walk, 
 
 Till all my journey's done. 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 1 60 lis. [Sweet Home. 
 
 An inherita^ice incorruptible, undejiled, and 
 
 thatfadeth 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! 
 Prepare me, dear Saviour, for 
 glory, my home. 
 
 2 
 
 ISweet bonds that unite all the childreji of 
 
 peace ! 
 And, thrice precious Jesus, whose love 
 
 cannot cease. 
 Though oft from thy presence in sadness 
 
 I roam, 
 I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 
 
 3 
 I si^h 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 peace, 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 afflictions to thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
 5 
 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to 
 
 shine ; 
 No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; 
 And in thy dear image arise from the 
 
 tomb, 
 W^ith glorified millions to praise thee at 
 
 home. 
 
 - D. Denham. 
 
 161 
 
 [Rutherford. 
 
 Coat 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. 
 T bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 White in his blood meet precious, 
 
 Till not a spot remains. 
 
 2 
 
 I lay my wants on Jesus, 
 
 All 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 long to be like Jesus, 
 
 The Father's Holy Child ; 
 I long to be with Jesus, 
 
 Amid the heavenly throng ; 
 To sing with saints his praises, 
 
 To learn the angels' song. 
 
 — ff. Bonar. 
 
 162 [Tune 152. 
 
 "^'^-^^ Choose life that ye may live. 
 
 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 Oh to ruin, 
 
 Offered pardoning grace, ^ 
 And I left the way I was pursuing, 
 
 Turned and saw his face. 
 
 Cho.— N 
 
 AJ 
 
 I am gjs 
 
 Nc 
 
 There ar| 
 
 favov 
 
 Joj 
 
 I am star 
 
 Nel 
 
 And theT 
 
 tain, I 
 
 Ch 
 
 I will tell 
 Wl 
 
 And I'll 
 
 EvI 
 Whenth^ 
 
 I expect 
 He 
 
 163 8 
 
 Thou She 
 
 The jo] 
 
 For close 
 
 I long 
 
 The past 
 
 Wrfere 
 
 Are fed, 
 
 And sen 
 
 Ah! she 
 Thep 
 
 Where s 
 Andl 
 
 Thy lov 
 
 Thy.i 
 
 My spu 
 
 Tosr 
 
 Tis th« 
 
 Ther 
 To lie") 
 
 Orri 
 Tisth 
 
 And 
 Cobcei 
 
 Etei 
 
REJOIOINO. 
 
 47 
 
 Oho. — Now I know my sins forgfiven, 
 Through the atoning blood ; 
 And I have 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 tne bursting foun- 
 tain, 
 
 Cheer my thirsty souL 
 
 3 
 
 I will tell salvation's pleasing story, 
 
 While I live below. 
 And I'll try to spread my Saviour's glory. 
 
 Everywhere I go. 
 When the word is from the Master given, 
 
 "Child, from toiling cease," 
 I expect to find a home in heaven, 
 
 Home of endless peace. 
 
 163 ^s* [DeFleury. 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd. 
 
 1 
 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine, 
 
 The joy and desire of my heart, 
 For closer communion I pme, 
 
 I long to reside where thou art; 
 The pasture I languish to find, 
 
 Wfere all who their Shepherd obey 
 Are fed, on thy bosom reclined. 
 And screened from the heat of the day. 
 
 2 
 Ah ! show me that happiest place. 
 
 The place of thy jjeople's abode, 
 Where saints in an ecstasy gaze. 
 
 And hang on their crucified Lord; 
 Thy love for a sinner declare. 
 
 Thy passion and death on the tree; 
 My spirit to Calvary bear, 
 
 To Bufifer and triumph with thee. 
 3 
 "Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, 
 
 There only, I covet to rest, 
 To Heat the foot of the rock, 
 
 Or rise to be hid in thy breast; 
 'Tis there I would always abide. 
 
 And never a moment depart ; 
 Cobceftled in the cleft of thy side, 
 
 Dtemally held in thy heart. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 164 78- [HOLLET. 
 
 God/orlrid that I should (jlory save in thfi cross 
 
 qf our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 
 1 
 
 Never further than thy cross. 
 
 Never higher than tny 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 aspirings end ; 
 
 5 
 Till amid tlie hosts of light. 
 
 We in thee redeemed, complete. 
 Through thy cross made pure and white. 
 Cast our crowns before thy feet. 
 
 —Mrs. Charle$. 
 
 166 6,6,9,6,6,9. [TuNsHMk 
 
 In whom believing ye rejoice, 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, how happy are they. 
 
 Who the Saviour obey, 
 And have laid up their treasure above! 
 
 Tongue can never express 
 
 The sweet comfort 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! 
 
 8 
 
 •Twas a heaven below 
 
 My Redeemer to know, ' 
 And the angels could no nothing more^ 
 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
48 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 Jesua all the day long^ 
 
 Was my joy and my song ; 
 Ob, that all his salvaticm mignt see! 
 
 ** He hath loved nie," I cried, 
 
 " He hath suffered and died, 
 To redeem such a rebel as me. " 
 
 6 
 Oh, the rapturous height 
 
 Of that holy delight 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 
 Of my Saviour possest, 
 
 I was i)erfectly blest. 
 As if filled with the fulness of God. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 166 0. M. [Coronation— Nkw. 
 There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the 
 
 people of God. 
 
 1 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 111 bid farewell to every fear. 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 2 
 Shoidd earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And fiery darts be hurled. 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. . 
 3 
 Let cares like a wild deluge come. 
 
 Let storms of sorrow fall. 
 So I but safely reach my home. 
 My God, my 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. 
 
 ^Isaav Watts. 
 
 167 L. M. [Httrsley. 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness. 
 
 1 
 Happy the ma?i 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 he 
 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 comparea to her. 
 
 4 
 Her hands are filled with length of days, 
 True riches, and immortal praise. 
 Riches of Christ on all bestowed. 
 And honour that descends from God. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 168 L. M. [St. Crispin. 
 / ant not ashamed qf the gospel of Christ, 
 
 1 
 Jesus, and shall it ever bo, 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee ! 
 Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days! 
 
 2 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ; when I blusn, be this my shame. 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 3 
 Ashamed of Jesus ! y6s, I may. 
 When I've no guilt to wash away ; 
 No 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 1 
 And oh ! may this my glory be. 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 
 
 —J. Grigg. 
 
 169 11,12,11,12. [Rapture. 
 J<yy unspeakable and full of glory. ' 
 
 My God, I am thine! what a ccjmfort 
 
 di^vine. 
 What a blessing to know that my Jesus 
 
 is mine ! 
 In the heavenly Lamb thrice happy I am. 
 And my heart it doth dance at the sound 
 
 of his name. 
 
 Cho. — Halleluiah, amen, hallelujah, 
 amen, 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu- 
 - jah, amen. 
 
 2 
 True pleasures abound in the rapturous 
 
 sound; 
 And whoever hath found it, baib p&fft- 
 
 adise found. 
 My Jesus to know, and /eel hii bloodfotr, 
 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven bekml^ 
 
 -Q. W^^,. 
 
WATOHINa-WORKING. 
 
 4i 
 
 WATCHING. 
 
 180 [TVHK 160. 
 
 What I say unto wie, Ttay unto all, Watch. 
 
 1 
 I am waiting for the Master, 
 
 Who will rise and bid me come 
 To the glory of his presence, 
 To the gladness of his home. 
 
 Oho. — They are watching at the jx)rtal, 
 They are waiting at the door ; 
 Waiting only for my coming, 
 All the loved ones gone before. 
 
 2 
 
 Many a woary 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, 
 
 P cached that iwrtal long ago : 
 One by one they left me battling 
 
 Witn the dark and crafty foe. 
 4 
 Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter, 
 
 And their triumph sooner won; 
 Oh, how lovingly tney'll greet me 
 
 When the toils of life are done. 
 
 —W. G. Ervin. 
 
 161 [TUNElCl. 
 
 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, 
 ra,ithful to him will he find us watching, 
 With our lamps all trimmed and bright? 
 
 Cho. — Oh, can we say we are ready, 
 
 brother? [home? 
 
 Beady for the sours bright 
 
 Sayi will he find you and me still 
 
 watching, [shall come ? 
 
 Waiting, waiting when the Lord 
 
 2 
 
 If at the d»wn of the early morning, 
 
 He shall call us one by one. 
 When to the Lord we restore our talents. 
 
 Will he answer thee— " Well done 1 " 
 
 3 
 
 Havo we been true to the trust he left us? 
 
 ' X)q We seek to do our best ? [us, 
 
 H^ purheftrts there is naught condemns 
 
 We lE^aU have a glorious rest. 
 
 Blessed are those whom the Lofd finds 
 watching. 
 In his glory tney shall share; 
 If he shall come at the dawn ojr midnight, 
 Will he find us watching there ? 
 
 —Fann^ Crotlty. 
 
 162 
 
 [TUNK 116. 
 
 S.M. 
 
 Watch and pray. 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard, 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard^ 
 
 To draw thee 'rom the skies. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray, 
 
 The battle ne'er give o'er; 
 Renew it boldly every day. 
 
 And helii divine implore. 
 
 -0. Heath. 
 
 WORKING. 
 
 163 
 
 [TuN^ 163. 
 
 Whertfore he is able to save to the uttsrmost. 
 
 1 
 Rescue the perishing. 
 Care for the dying. 
 Snatch them in pity from 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 J 
 v» Jesus is merciful, 
 f Jesus will save. 
 
 3 
 
 Though they are slighting him, 
 
 Still he is waiting, 
 Waiting the penitent 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 cait restore; 
 Touched by a loving heart 
 Wakened by kindness, 
 Chords that were broken will vi\ifate 
 once i^or^ ' 
 
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 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 li' 
 
 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 Crosby. 
 
 164 [T^NR 164. 
 
 Bring tJi«n% in that my house may be filled. 
 
 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. 
 
 Gho. — 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, 
 
 ^is a message from Grod above ; 
 Qh. gather them into the fold of ^race. 
 And the arms of the Saviour's love. 
 
 — Fanny Crosby. 
 
 166 7,6,7,6,7,6,7,6. [Tune 165. 
 
 Son, go work to-da^ in my viney\ trd. 
 1 i 
 
 Work, for the night is coming; " 
 
 Work through the morning honrs ; 
 Work while the dew is sparkling, 
 
 Work 'mid springing flowers ; 
 Work,^ when the day grows brighter, 
 
 Work in the glowing eun ; 
 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 ever^ flying minute 
 
 Somethmff to keep in store ; 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 Whea man works no more. 
 
 8 
 
 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
 Under the sunset skies ; 
 While their bright tints are glowing. 
 
 Work, for daylight flies ; 
 Work till the last beam fadeth, 
 
 Fadeth to shine no more; 
 Work while the night is dark'ning, 
 
 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 harof, and waiting long; 
 Afterward, the golden reaping. 
 Harvest-home and grateful 8ong. 
 2 
 Now, the long and toilsome duty, 
 
 Stone by stone to carve and bring; 
 Afterward, th<> 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!" 
 
 —Mise F. R. Havergal. 
 
 167 [Tune 167. 
 Lo, I am with you alway. 
 
 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 I let the hungry 
 
 be fed. 
 To the foimtain of Life let the weaiy^bti 
 
 led; 
 
 To tl 
 
 b 
 
 For 
 
 s 
 And 
 
 I) 
 ill tlu 
 
 is 
 
 Cho.- 
 
WORKING. 
 
 61 
 
 In the croHH and its banner our glory 
 
 shall l>e, 
 While we herald the tidingR, "Salvation 
 
 is free/*' 
 
 To the work ! to the work ! there in la- 
 bour for all, 
 
 For the kingdom of darkness and error 
 shall fall ; 
 
 And the name of Jeliovah exalted Hhall 
 be 
 
 In the loud swelling Qhorus, *' Salvation 
 is free/" 
 
 ' 4 
 
 To the work ! tcji\the work ! in the strength 
 of the Lord, 1 
 
 And a robe qii^jr a crowrl sh^lTo^r labour 
 reward 
 
 When the h^Jineof the faithful ouif dwell- 
 ing shall be. 
 
 And we shout with tUe ransomed-|-'\<Sa^ 
 vation is free / " / ! 
 
 —Fanny Iprosby. 
 
 168 
 
 My Father Wi 
 
 [TukE 168. 
 
 f^keth hitherlo and Ivtvork. 
 
 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 
 
 Lot 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 great 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 say, 
 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 my 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 work 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. [Spohr. 
 
 So jmnteth my soul after thee, Gwl / 
 
 1 
 As pants the hart for cooling streams, 
 
 When heated in the chase, 
 So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 
 
 And thy refresljing grace. 
 
 For thee, my God, dhe living God, 
 
 My thirsty »oul doth pine ; 
 Oh, when shall I behold thy face, 
 
 Thou Majeaiy divine ! 
 3 
 God of my aifret^th, how long shall 
 
 Like one forgotten, mourn? 
 Forlorn, f9rsaken, and exposed 
 
 Tjb the/ippressors scdtn. , 
 
 Way/e8tleaflr<^why cast^owi 
 
 pe stilly and thou shalt sing 
 e praise of him who is thy God, "f 
 Thy Saviour, and thy King. 
 
 ^Tate and Brady. 
 
 170 
 
 [Tune 170. 
 
 The shadows are falling. 
 
 1 
 The shadows are falling, swift closeth the 
 
 day, 
 I hear a voice calling, it seemeth to say, — 
 Oh, soul, hast thou gleaned well to-day ? 
 In the world's harvest field, 
 With its full precious yield. 
 Has it vainly appealea, — 
 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 departing, the darkness is 
 
 here; 
 Ah ! why am I starting, while heart beats 
 with fear. 
 Soul, hast thou not gleaned well to-day? 
 In the world's busy throng. 
 Hast thou failed to be strong, 
 Weakly yielding to wrong, 
 Oh, hast thou not gleaned well to-day? 
 
52 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 3 
 Ilie light is appearing, the darkness is 
 
 gone, 
 For Jesus is nearing, and tender his 
 tone, — 
 Oh, soul, in my might ^lean each day ; 
 When the harvest is o'er, 
 Shall be joy evermore, 
 If the sheaves t*t thy door 
 Shall say, thou hast filled well thv day ! 
 
 —Dr. Blackall. 
 
 m Ij.M. [MoNTGOM£EY. 
 
 Oo work in my vineyard, 
 1 
 Gk) labour on ; spend, and be s^ient, 
 
 Thy joy to do the Father's will; 
 It is the way the Master went. 
 Should not the servant tread it still ? 
 2 
 Go labour on ; 'tis not for nought. 
 
 Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain ; 
 Men need thee, love thee, praise thee not ; 
 The Master praises; what are men? 
 3 
 Go labour on, while it is day. 
 
 The world's dark night is hastening on ; 
 Speed, speed thy work, cast sloti: away ; 
 It is not thus that souls are won. 
 4 
 Men die in darkness at thy side 
 
 Without a hope to cheer the tomb ; 
 Take up the torch, and wavo it wide, 
 The torch that lights time's thickest 
 gloom. 
 
 5 
 Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray ; 
 
 Be wise, the erring soul to win ; 
 Go forth into the world's highway. 
 Compel the wanderer to come in. 
 6 
 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice ; 
 
 For toil comes rest, for exile home ; 
 Soon shalt thou }:ear the Bridegroom's 
 voice, 
 The midnight peal, "Behold I come!" 
 
 —H. Lunar. 
 
 172 [Tune 172. 
 
 The harvest is the end of the world. 
 
 1 
 
 Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of 
 
 kindness, [eve ; 
 
 Sowing in the noontide, and the dewy 
 
 Waiting for the harvest, and the time of 
 
 reapi^g, [the sheaves. 
 
 "VV^ shajl <rQine re^picip^, bvinging in 
 
 Cho. — Bringing in the sheaves, bringing 
 in the sheaves, 
 W^e shall come rejoicing, bringing 
 in the sheaves. 
 2 
 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in tie 
 shadows, 
 Fearing neither clouds nor winter's 
 chilling breeze ; 
 By-and-by the harvest, and the labour 
 enaed. 
 We shall come rejoicing, bringing in 
 the sheaves. 
 
 3 
 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the 
 Master, 
 Though the loss sustained our spirit 
 often grieves ; 
 When our weeping's over, he will bid ws 
 welcome, [the sheaves. 
 
 We shall come rejoicing, bringing in 
 
 —J?. Shaw. 
 
 173 [Tune 173. 
 
 Go out into the highways and hedges. 
 
 " Call them in " — the poor, the wretched, 
 
 Sin-stained wanderers from the fold; 
 Peace and pardon freely offer ; 
 
 Can you weigh their worth with gold ? 
 "Call them in"— the weak, the weary. 
 
 Laden with the doom of sin ; 
 Bid them come and rest in Jesus ; 
 
 He is waiting — "Call them in." 
 2 
 "Call them in" — the Jew, the Gentile; 
 
 B'd the stranger to the feast : 
 " Call them in " — the rich, the noble, 
 
 From th ; highest to the least : 
 Forth the Father runs to meet them. 
 
 He hath all their sorrows seen : 
 Robe, and ring, and royal sandals, - 
 
 Wait the lost ones : " Call them in." 
 3 
 " Call them in " — the little children, 
 
 Tarrying far away ... away ; 
 Wait — oh, wait not for to-morrow, 
 
 Christ would have them come to-day. 
 Follow en ! the Lamb is leading ! 
 
 He has conquered— we shall win i 
 Bring the halt and blind to Jesus ; 
 
 He will heal them : " Call them ij^" 
 4.. 
 "Call them in" — the broken-heartacl> 
 
 Cow'ring 'neath the brand of shftme ; 
 Speak Love's message, low and tQii^ef-^ 
 
 'Twfts f w einnws Jesws ^um } ^ 
 
 See! 
 
 So( 
 Can 
 
 Ch* 
 
WORKIKG. 
 
 53 
 
 See ! the shadows lengthen round ud, 
 Soon the Day-dawn will begin ; 
 
 Can you leave them lost and lonely? 
 Christ is coming : " Call them in." 
 
 — Anna Hhipton. 
 
 174 [Tune 174. 
 Ye shall reap, if ye faint not. 
 
 1 
 Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest ! 
 
 Oft feeble, faint, and few. 
 Come, wait upon the blessed Master, 
 
 Our strength he will renew. 
 
 Cho. — For they that wait upon the Lord 
 
 shall renew their strength. 
 They shall mount up with wings, 
 
 they shall mount up with wings 
 
 as eagles ; 
 They shall run and not be weary, 
 
 they shall walk and not faint. 
 
 2 
 
 Too oft aweary and discouraged, 
 
 We pour a sad complaint ; 
 Believmg in a livinr/ Saviour, 
 
 Why should we ever faint ? 
 
 Rejoice, for he is with us alway, 
 
 Lo, even to the end ! 
 Look up, take courage and go forward, 
 
 All needed grace he'll send. 
 
 - J. B. Woodbury. 
 
 175 [Tune 175. 
 More labourers into his vineyard. 
 
 1 
 Lo ! the fields are white for harvest, 
 
 Ready is the golden grain ; 
 And the Master's voice is calling. 
 
 Calling oft, alas ! in vain. 
 
 Cho. — Gather while the morning shineth, 
 Gather while the noon is bright ; 
 Gather while the day declineth, 
 Golden ti^easures till the night. 
 
 2 
 
 Lo ! the fields are white for harvest, 
 
 Thousands perish every day ; 
 While the Master loudly calleth, 
 
 Calleth us to work ahd pray. 
 3 
 Lo! the fields are white for harvest; 
 
 Stand we idle here to-day, 
 While the ripened grain is Avaving, 
 
 And we h«ar the Master say ? , 
 
 — L. M. Hofford. 
 
 176 [TtNB 17fl. 
 He had respect unto the recompense ef reward. 
 
 1 
 
 In the harvest field there is work to do, 
 For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few \ 
 And the Master's voice bids the workers 
 
 true 
 Heed the call that he gives to-day. 
 
 Cho. — Labour on ! labour on ! 
 
 Keep the bright reward in view t 
 For the Master has said, he will 
 
 strength renew ; 
 Labour on till the close of day I 
 
 2 
 
 Crowd the garner well with its sheaves 
 
 all bright. 
 Let the song be glad, and the heart be 
 
 light ; 
 Fill the precious hours, ere the shades of 
 
 night 
 Take trie place of the golden day, 
 
 3 
 
 Lo! the Harvest Home in the realms 
 
 above 
 Shall be gained by each who has toiled 
 
 and strove. 
 When the Master's voice, in its tones of 
 
 love; 
 Calls away to eternal day. 
 
 —C. R. Blat^fl. 
 
 177 iTuNE 177. 
 Bere am I, send me. 
 
 1 
 
 When immortal souls are dying, 
 Lord, we would not think of rest; 
 
 But we ask a field of labour 
 That will serve and please thee best. 
 
 Cho. — Anywhere thy steps to follow, 
 On a desert though it be : 
 Anywhere, if thou out lead us. 
 Anywhere, O Lord, with theec 
 
 2 
 If among the poor and lowly 
 
 Thou dost call us by thy grace, 
 At the ix)st thy will assigns us 
 
 We are glad to take our place, 
 
 3 
 
 Though we may not see the fruitage 
 
 Of our toiling here below. 
 Every ]irecicms soul we gather 
 
 In the future we shall know. ~ 
 
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 Qamett. 
 
 178 [Tune 178. 
 Pray ye the Lord of the harvest. 
 
 1 
 Oh, we are the reapers that garner in 
 f he sheaves of the good from the fields of 
 
 sin^ [done, 
 
 With sickles of truth must the work be 
 And no one may rest till the "harvest 
 
 home. " 
 
 Cho. — We are the reapers ! oh, who will 
 come 
 And share in the glory of the 
 
 "harvest home?" 
 Oh, who will help us to garner in 
 The sheaves of good from the fields 
 of sin. 
 
 2 
 
 Go out in the by-ways and search them 
 
 all ; [are tall; 
 
 The wheat may be there though the w^eeds 
 
 Then search m the highway, and pass 
 
 none by, 
 But gather' from all for the home on high. 
 
 3 
 The fields arw ail ripening, and far and 
 
 wide [tide ; 
 
 The world now is waiting the harvest 
 But the reapers are few, and the work is 
 
 gpreat, 
 And much will 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 borne from the harvest 
 
 ground. 
 
 —E, E. Rex/ord. 
 
 179 [Tune 179. 
 Be kindly-affeetioned one toward another. 
 
 Let us gather up the sunbeams 
 
 Lying all around our path ; 
 Let us Keep the wheat and roses, 
 
 Casting out the thorns and chaff. 
 
 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 wmdow-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 ! 
 How those little hands remind us. 
 
 As in snowy grace they lie. 
 Not to scatter thorns, but roses. 
 
 For our reaping by-and-by. 
 
 —Mrs. A. Smith. 
 
 180 [Tune 180. 
 
 The fields are white unto the harvest. 
 
 1 
 Far and near the fields are teeming. 
 
 With the waves of ripened grain; 
 Far and near their gold is gleaming, 
 
 O'er the sunny slope and plain. 
 
 Cho. — Lord of harvest, send forth 
 reapers ! 
 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 morn's first beam- 
 ing, 
 
 Send them in the noontide's glare ; 
 Wh n the sun's last rays are gleaming, 
 
 Bid them gather everywhere. 
 
 3 
 Oh, thou, whom thy Lord is sending, 
 
 Gather now the sheaves of gold, ^ 
 Heavenward then at evening wending , 
 Thou shalt come with joy untold. 
 
 w. 0. Thtm^^mtk 
 
WORKING. 
 
 55 
 
 181 7,6,6,5,6,4,6. [Edinbuboh. 
 
 He gave to every man his toork 
 
 One more di^'s work for Jesus, 
 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. 
 
 Oho. — 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 ! 
 
 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 1 
 How it did shine 
 In this poor heart of mine ! 
 3 
 Oh, blessed work for Jesus ! 
 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 ! 
 
 — Mrs. H. Warner. 
 
 182 8s & 7s. [Autumn. 
 
 The Master is come, and calleth for thee. 
 1 
 Hark, the voice of Jesus callinf;, 
 
 ** Who will go and work to-day ? 
 Fields are white, nd harvest's waiting. 
 
 Who will bear t.ie sheaves away ?" 
 Loud and long the Master callecn, 
 
 Rich reward he offers free ; 
 Who will answer, gladly saying, 
 
 " Here am I, O Lord, send me ?" 
 2 
 If you cannot speak like angels, 
 
 If you cannot preach like Paul, , 
 You can tell the love of Jesus, 
 
 You can say he died for all ; 
 If you fail to rouse the wicked. 
 
 With the judgment's dread alarms 
 You may lead tne little children 
 
 To the Saviour's waiting arms. 
 8 
 H^nou cannot be the watchman, 
 
 SiliDdiiig high (m Zion's wall, 
 
 Pointing out the path o heaven. 
 Offering life ana peaoe to all ; 
 
 With your prayers and with your bounties 
 You can do what heaven demands • 
 
 You can be like faithful Aaron, 
 Holding uiJ the jirophet's hands. 
 
 ^ —D. March. 
 
 183 [Tune 183. 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the vjaters. 
 1 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters, • 
 
 Ye who have but scant supply, 
 Angel eyes will watch above it; — 
 
 Y ou 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 upon 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 
 
 3ing some little song of hope, 
 As you look with longmg vision 
 
 Through faith's mighty telescoi)e ? 
 3 
 Cast thy bread upon the 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 waters. 
 
 Waft it on with praying breath. 
 In some distant, doubtfulmoment 
 
 It may save a soul from death ; 
 When you sleep in solemn silence, 
 
 'Neath the mom and evening dew. 
 Stranger hands, which you have strength- 
 ened. 
 
 May strew lilies over you. 
 
 —R. Edgar. 
 
 184 [Tune 184. 
 
 Whatsoever thy handfindeth to do, do it with 
 thy might. 
 
 There are lonely hearts to cherish, 
 
 While the dd^s are going by ^ 
 
 ' There are weary souls who peruh, 
 
 While the days are going oy ; 
 
66 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 If a 8. uila we can renew, 
 
 As c r journey, we pursue, 
 Oh, the good we all may do, 
 
 While the days are going by 
 
 Oho. — Going by i ? oiug by ! 
 Going by! ongbvl 
 Oh, the goc-t we all may do, 
 While tk3 days are going by I 
 
 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 is 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 [Tune 185. 
 
 WeU done, good and faithful servant. 
 
 I want to be a worker for the Lord, 
 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 pray, 
 
 In the vineyard, m tne vineyard 
 of the Lord ; 
 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 
 peace and love. 
 In the kingdom of the Lordi 
 3 
 I want to be a worker strong and brave, 
 I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; 
 All who will truly come, shall find a 
 happy home 
 In the kingdom of the L6rd. 
 
 I want to.be « worker; help me, Lord, 
 To lead the lost and erring to thy word. 
 That points to joys on high, where pleas- 
 ures never die. 
 In the kingdom of the Lord. 
 
 —J. Baltzell. 
 
 186 [TuNBl86. 
 And he was speechless ! 
 
 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 ! 
 jNot one soul witn whic to greet 
 him? 
 Must I empty-hanurd 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 I " 
 
 3 
 *' Oh, the years of sinning wasted, 
 
 Could I but recall them now, 
 I would give them to my Saviour : 
 To his will I'd gladly bow." 
 4 
 Oh, ye saints ! arouse ; be earnest ! 
 Up and work while yet 'tis day. 
 Ere the night of death o'ertake you ! 
 Strive for souls while yet you may. 
 
 —U. C. Luther, 
 
 187 [Tune 187. 
 The field is the world. 
 
 Disciples of Jesus, why stand ye here 
 idle? 
 Go work in his vineyard, he calls us 
 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 I . ^ 
 
 Look up, for the harvest is near; 
 When the reapers from glory will 
 
 shout as tney come. 
 And the Lord of the viiwyard 
 appear. 
 
 Our 
 
 188 
 
CCKFLICT. 
 
 57 
 
 Our field is 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, 
 Wherever directed our mission is there. 
 
 3 
 Perhaps we are called from the higlfways 
 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 
 l^lanted : 
 The desert shall blossom and bloom 
 as the rose ; 
 The palm tree rejoicing, shall spread 
 forth her branches ; 
 The lamb and the ]ion together repose. 
 
 —P. Phillips. 
 
 CONFLICT. 
 
 188 C.M. [Tune 188. 
 
 Fight the good fight of faith. 
 
 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 ? 
 
 Chorus. 
 At the cross, at the cross, 
 
 Whei-e I first saw the light. 
 And the burden of my heart rolled away — 
 
 It was there by iaith I received my sight. 
 And now I am happy all«the day. 
 
 2 
 
 Must I be carried to the skies 
 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize. 
 
 Or sailed through bloody seas ? 
 3 
 Are there no foes for me to face? 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 
 To help me on to God ? 
 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 Watts. 
 
 189 C;.M. [Maitland. 
 
 Whosoever doth not bear his cross cannot be 
 
 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 cross for me. 
 
 2 
 
 How happy are the saints above, 
 Who once went sorrowing here ! 
 
 But now they taste unmingled love, 
 And joy without a tear. 
 
 3 
 
 The consecrated cross I'll bear 
 Till death shall set me free, ^ 
 
 ci.nd then go home, my crown to wear. 
 For there's a crown for me. 
 
 —Thomas Shepherd: 
 
 190 S.M.D. 
 
 [TUNB 7. 
 
 Let this mind be in you, which was also in 
 Christ Jesus. 
 
 SoMiers of Christ, arise. 
 
 And pi your armour on ; 
 Strong m the strength which God supplies 
 
 Through his eternal Son ; 
 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 
 
 And in his mighty power, 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 2 
 
 Stand then i.' his great might. 
 
 With all his strength endued ; 
 But take to arm you for the fight. 
 
 The panoply of God ; 
 That having all thin(<s done, 
 ^ And all your conflicts passed. 
 Ye may o'ercome, throvigh Christ alone, 
 And stand entire at Lvst. 
 
 3 
 
 Leave no unguarded plac<:), 
 
 No weakness of the soul; 
 Take every virtue, every grace, 
 
 And fortify the whole; 
 Indissolubly ioiii^d, 
 
 To battle all proceed ; 
 But arm yourselves with all the mind 
 
 That was in Christ, your Head. 
 
 -CK Wesley. 
 
68 
 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 181 7,7,7,6. [Caledonia. 
 
 Take unto you the whole armour tif God. 
 
 1 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise ! 
 Lo ! your Loader from the skies 
 Waves before you glory's prize, 
 
 The prize of victory. 
 Seize your armour, gird it on; 
 Now the battle will oe won ; 
 See, the strife will soon be done ; 
 
 Then struggle manfully. 
 2 
 Now the fight of faith begin, 
 Be no more the slaves of sin, 
 Strive the victor's palm to win. 
 
 Trusting in the Lord : 
 Gird ye on the armour bright, 
 Warriors of the King of light. 
 Never yield, nor lose by flight 
 
 Your divine reward. 
 
 3 
 Jesue conquered when he fell, 
 Met and vanquished earth and hell ; 
 Now he leads you on to swell 
 
 The triumphs of his cross. 
 Though.all earth and hell appear, 
 Who will doubt, or who can fear ? 
 God, our strength and shield, is near ; 
 
 We cannot lose our cause. • 
 
 4 
 Onward, then, ye hosts of God ! 
 Jesus points the victor's rod ; 
 Follow where your Leader trod; 
 
 You soon shall 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. Waterbury. 
 
 192 [Tune 192. 
 
 In the name of our God we will set up our 
 banners. 
 1 
 Sound the battle-cry ! 
 See ! the foe is nigh ; 
 Raise the standard high for the Lord ; 
 Gird vouv armour on : 
 Stand firm, every one ; 
 Rest your cause upon his holy word. 
 
 Cho.— Rouse, then, soldiers ! rally round 
 
 .tiiie banner! [along: 
 
 B^^yt steady! pass the word 
 
 Onw&m I forward ! shout a loud 
 
 ho3anna ! [throng. 
 
 Chriit ii Captain of the mighty 
 
 2 
 
 Strong to meet the foe, 
 Marctiiug 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 can fail. 
 
 3 
 • O thou God of all! 
 Hear us when we call ; 
 Help us, one and all, by thy ^:ace; 
 When the battle's done. 
 And the victory won. 
 May we wear the crown before thy face ! 
 
 —W. F. Sherwin. 
 
 193 [Bt. Gertrude. 
 
 Speak unto the children of Israel, that they 
 go forward. 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 
 Marching as to war, 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 
 Who IS gone before s 
 Christ, the Royal Master, 
 
 Leads against the foe; 
 Forward intc battle. 
 
 See, his banners go I 
 
 Cho. — Onward, Christian soldiers, 
 Marching as to war. 
 Looking unto Jesus, 
 Who IS gone before 1 
 
 2 
 
 Like a mighty army, 
 
 Moves the Church of God; 
 Brothers, we are treading 
 
 Where the saints have trod ; 
 We are. no*; 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 promise, 
 
 Which can never faiL 
 
 Onward, then, ye people, . 
 
 Join our happy throng ; 
 Blend with ours your vdoei 
 
 In the triumph sqijf . 
 
 ■ 
 
 stand 
 
 1 
 
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 ^fl| 
 
CONFLICT. 
 
 59 
 
 Glory, praise, and honour, 
 
 Men and angelt) sing. 
 Through the countless f^es, 
 
 Unto Christ the King. 
 
 —S. B. Gould. 
 
 1 94 ^ [Tune 194. 
 
 Terrible as an army with banners. 
 1 
 With our colours waving bright in the 
 blaze of gospel 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 love. 
 2 
 Oft the tempter we shall meet, but we 
 will not fear 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 haye taken up the cross he bore ; 
 Oh, the trophies we shall win, oh, the 
 victory over sin. 
 When tne 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 5own and 
 receive a starry crown. 
 Shouting, Glory be to God our King ! 
 
 —Jennie Garnett. 
 
 196 7s&68. [Webb. 
 
 Quit you like men. 
 1 
 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ! 
 I^h high his royal banner ; 
 " r must not suffer loss : 
 ^victory unto victory 
 i'^'^Hi^luiny will he lead, 
 
 tery foe is vanqi^ished, 
 ' Christ is lord indeed. 
 
 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! 
 
 Stand in his strength alone; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you ; 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 Put on the gospel armour, 
 
 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 
 
 Shall reign eternally. 
 
 —G. Dujfield 
 
 196 6s & 5s. 
 
 [St. Thkbesa. 
 
 ■ v. 
 
 More than conqueror. 
 
 1 
 
 Brightly gleams our banner 
 
 Pointing to the sky. 
 Waving wanderers onward 
 
 To their home on high. 
 Joumevinff o'er the desert. 
 
 Gladly thus we pray. 
 And with hearts united 
 
 Take our heavenward way. 
 
 Cho. — Brightly gleams our banner 
 Pointmg to the sky. 
 Waving wanderers onward 
 To their home on high. 
 
 Jesus, Lord and Master, 
 
 At thy sacred feet. 
 Here with hearts rejoicing 
 
 See thy children meet ; 
 Often have we left thee, 
 
 Often gone astray, 
 Keep us, 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 lower, 
 Pardon, Lord, and save us 
 
 In the last dread hour. 
 
 —r. J. PotUr.^ 
 
60 
 
 CHRISTIAN LITE. 
 
 TRIUICPH. 
 
 197 [TUNB 107. 
 
 Unto him afuill the qathering of the people he. 
 1 
 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 be 
 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 appear. 
 3 
 One by one our ranks are thinning — 
 Thinning here but swelling there ; 
 One by one bright crowns are winning, 
 Crowns they shall forsver wear. 
 4 
 Good-bye ! hail ! the fondly cheriiihed. 
 
 Tears and joys are ours to-day ; 
 
 Some have gone, and lo ! hhe others 
 
 Hasten on the shortening way. 
 
 —E. li. Stokes. 
 
 198 
 
 [Tune 198. 
 I am the light o/ 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 x^ersuasion the Spirit brings 
 in. 
 
 Cho.— The Lord is my light, my joy and 
 my song ; 
 By day and by night he leads me 
 
 along, 
 Tht Lord is my light, my joy and 
 
 liysong; 
 By day and by niglit 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 glory doth rei^, 
 Then how can I ever in darloiess remain? 
 
 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 with 
 
 ix>wer, [hour. 
 
 Ana walking by faith h^ 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 Redeemer, my Saviour and 
 
 King; [sing. 
 
 With saints and with angels his praises I 
 
 —James Nicholton. 
 
 199 7s. [Seville. 
 
 Like unto leaven, which a woman took and hid 
 
 in three measures of meal, till the 
 
 whole was leave7ied. 
 
 1 
 
 See how great a flame aspires, 
 
 Kindlea bv a spark of grace ! 
 Jesus' love the na ions fires. 
 
 Sets 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 ! 
 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 grov/s, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail. 
 Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows. 
 
 Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 
 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 ! tiie promise of a shower 
 
 Drops already from above ; 
 But the Lord will shortly pour 
 
 All the Spirit of his love ! 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 200 [TVNB 200. 
 I know there's a rest. 
 
 1 
 I know there's a rest that remaineth for 
 me, 
 A rest when my journey is o'er ; faee, 
 I know that the ransomed in bliss I 
 And labour and sorrow no more. 
 
 201 
 
PRAYER. 
 
 61 
 
 CHC—Then onward I'll go, and with 
 courage 111 tread [trod, 
 
 The path my Redeemer has 
 Sinco he hath declared there re- 
 maineth a rest, 
 A rest for the people of God. 
 
 2 
 
 I know there's a rest ^hat remaineth 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. 
 
 3 
 
 X know there's a rest that remaineth for 
 me; 
 I'll patiently wait till it come, — 
 Till angelb shall bear me away on their 
 wings, 
 And Jesus shall welcome me home. 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 201 C.M. [Tune 134. 
 
 Lord, teach ua to pray. 
 
 1 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
 
 U ttered or unexpressed ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire. 
 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 
 
 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear ; 
 The upward glancing of an eye. 
 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 3 
 Prayer is the simplest form of spoch 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 
 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 Returning from his ways ; 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 
 And cry, ** Behold he prays ! " 
 
 5 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air ; 
 His Avatchword at the gates of death ; 
 
 He eutj^rs heaven by prayer, 
 
 6 
 
 Oh, thou by whom we come to God, 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way ! 
 
 The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
 Lord, teach us how to pray. 
 
 , —Montrfonury. 
 
 202 
 
 Pray loithout eeasitig. 
 
 [TuN£202. 
 
 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 soul 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 
 
 of 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour 
 
 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. 
 
 3 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of 
 
 prayer ! 
 May I thy consolation share ; 
 Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
 I view my home and take my flight ; 
 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 prayer ! 
 
 ,— »K. IF. Ifo^rorrf. 
 
 203 
 
 [TUNB 303, 
 
 Eu eara are open to their prayer. 
 
 I 
 'Tis the blessed hour of 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 b9 there I 
 
62 
 
 PRAYING. 
 
 Oho.— Blessed hour of prayer, 
 Blessed hour of prayer ; 
 What a balm for the weary ! 
 Oh, how sweet to be there ! 
 
 Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the 
 
 Saviour draws near, 
 With a tender compassion his children to 
 
 hear: 
 When ne tells ns we may cast at his feet 
 
 every care, 
 What a balm for the weary ! Oh, how 
 
 sweet to be th. re ! 
 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 jjrayer, trusting 
 
 him we believe 
 That the blessing we're needing we'll 
 
 surely receive, 
 Id the fulness of this trust we shall lose 
 
 every care. 
 What a balm for the weary! Oh, how 
 
 sweet to be there ! 
 
 — Fanny Crogby. 
 
 204 L. M. [Eucharist. 
 
 / iifill appear in the cloud upon the 
 mercy-seat. 
 
 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 IS the blood-b mght 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. 
 
 4 
 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 W.^eii tempted, desolate, dismayed? 
 Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
 Had suffering saints no mercy-seat 7 
 
 There, there on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense molest no more ; 
 And heaven comes down our souls to 
 
 Rreet, 
 While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
 - U. Stowell. 
 
 205 • [Chant. 
 
 After this manner, pray ye ! 
 
 Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed 
 be thy Name. 
 
 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, bat 
 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 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 206 6-8s. [Melita. 
 
 He brought them out of their distresses. 
 
 1 
 Eternal Father ! strong to save, 
 Whose arm 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 ! 
 
 2 
 O Saviour ! whose 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 peril on the sea ! 
 
 3 
 O Sacred Spirit ! who didst brood 
 Upon the chaos dark and rude, 
 Wno bad'st its angry tumults cease. 
 And gavest light, and life, and peace : 
 Oh, hear us wnen we cry to the© 
 For those in peril on the sea I 
 
 4 
 Oh, Trinity of love and power 1 
 Our brethren shield in danger's hour; 
 
FOR THK HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 63 
 
 From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
 Protect them wheresoe'er they go; 
 And ever let theie rise to thee 
 Glad hymus of praise from land and sea. 
 
 —W. Whitinu. 
 
 207 [TuNK 115. 
 
 H» shall give you another Cain/orter, 
 
 1 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine, 
 Let thy light within me shine I 
 All my guilty fears remove ; 
 Fill me with thy heavenly love. 
 
 2 
 
 Speak thy pardoning prrace to m« ; 
 Set the burdened sinner free ; 
 Lead me to the Lamb of God ; 
 Wast, me in his precious blood. 
 
 3 
 
 Life and peace to me impart; 
 Seal salvation on my heart ; 
 Breathe thyself 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 LM. [Warkham 
 
 Quench not the Spirit. 
 
 1 
 Oh, thou who earnest from above 
 
 The pure celestial fire to impart, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 On the mean altar of my heart. 
 
 2 
 
 There let it for thy glory bum 
 With inextinguishable blaze ; 
 
 And trembling to its source return. 
 In humble prayer and fervent praise. 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire 
 To work, and speak, and think for thee ; 
 
 Still let me guard the holy fire, 
 And still stir up thy gift in me. 
 
 4 
 Ready for all thy perfect will, 
 
 My acts of faith and love repeat, 
 
 Till death thy endless mercies seal, 
 
 ^ And make the sacrifice complete. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 200 C.M. [Tine 14. 
 
 / unll heal their baek»liding$. 
 1 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame ; 
 A light, to shine upon the road 
 That leads ine to the Lamb ! 
 2 
 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 Whf,n first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is that soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 3 
 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed. 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But now I find an aching void. 
 The world can never till. 
 4 
 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn. 
 That drove thee from my breast. 
 
 — W. Cowper. 
 
 210 8,7,8,7,4,7. 
 
 / will guide thee. 
 
 [TUNR 86. 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 
 Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
 I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand : 
 
 Bread of heaven ! 
 Feed me till i want no more. 
 2 
 Open now the crystal fountain. 
 
 Whence the healing waters flow ; 
 Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, 
 Lead me all my journey through : 
 
 Strong Delive^^r ! 
 Be thou stiJl my strength and shield. 
 3 
 When I tread the verge of Jordan, . 
 
 Bid my anxious fears subside ; * 
 
 Bear me through the swelling current ; 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
 —W. Williams. 
 
 211 [Tune 211. 
 
 Unto him be glory for ever atid ever. 
 
 1 
 We praise thee, O God ! for the Son of 
 
 thy love. 
 For Jesus who died, and is now gon9 
 
 above 1 
 
•4 
 
 PRAYING. 
 
 Cuo.— Hallelujah I thine the glory, Hal- 
 lelujah, amen. 
 Hallelujah J 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 hIus, and cleansed 
 
 every stain. 
 
 4 
 All glory and praise to the G(k1 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 tin, tve have an advocate 
 toith the Father. 
 1 
 I have a Saviour, he's pleading in glorv, 
 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 
 
 1 have a Father : to me he has given 
 
 A hope for eteny ty, 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 hf«ve a robe : 'tis resplendent in white- 
 ness, 
 Awaiting in glory my wondering view ; 
 Oh, when I receive it all shiumg in 
 brightness. 
 Dear friend, could I see you receiving 
 one toot 
 
 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 kno\v it was given to 
 you ! 
 
 5 
 When Jesus has found you, tell others 
 the story, 
 That my loving Saviour is your Saviour 
 too; 
 Then pray that your Saviour may bring 
 them to glory, 
 And prayer will be answered — 'twas 
 answe' ed for you ! 
 
 -5. 0. Cluff. 
 
 FOR PARDON. 
 
 213 8,8,6,8,8,6. [Mbribah. 
 
 Wise unto salvation. 
 1 
 Be it my only wisdom here. 
 To serve the Lord with filial fear. 
 
 With 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 wis© and understanding heart, 
 
 Jesus, to me be given ; ' 
 
 And let me through thy spirit know, 
 To glorify my God below. 
 
 And find, my way to heaven. 
 
 — C. Westey. 
 
 214 [Tune 214. 
 / udll deliver thee and eonn/ort thee. 
 
 1 
 Oh, hear my cry, be gracious now to me ! 
 
 Coifie, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 My soul, bowed down, is longing now for 
 thee. 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come! 
 
 Cho. — I've wandered far away o'er Moim- 
 tains cold, 
 I've wandered far away i^m 
 home; ♦ *t- 
 
 Oh, take me now, and Iwing niB 
 to thy fold. 
 Come, Great Deliverer, cornel 
 
FOR DIVINE HELP. 
 
 66 
 
 2 
 
 I have no place, no shelter from the night, 
 Come, Great Dt'iverer, come ! 
 
 One look from thee \'ould 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 humble 
 cry; 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come ! 
 
 --Fanny Croitby. 
 
 215 [Tune 215. 
 
 Come unto me all ye that labour. 
 
 1 
 
 Lead me to Jesus, my soul is so weary, 
 Weary of bearing the yoke of sin ; 
 
 Dark clouds above me, my pathway is 
 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, lovingly, 
 prayerfully ; 
 Lead me to Jesus. 
 
 2 
 
 Mountains impassable, sins rise around 
 me, 
 Hiding: the light of the Father's face ; 
 Sitting in darkness, sin fe.tters 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 Jesus, my heart now is 
 burning. 
 Longing for mercy, and love, and 
 ,|^ace. 
 
 '-Fanny Crosby. 
 
 5 
 
 fob divinb hilt. 
 
 216 6,4,6,4,6,6,4. [Bbthant. 
 But Peter followed him ajar off. 
 
 1 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 
 Nearer to thee ; 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 
 That raisetlfme; 
 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 rest 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 cendest me 
 
 In mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearar to thee. 
 
 4 
 Then, with my waking thoughts 
 
 Bright with thy praise, 
 Out oi my stony gnefs 
 
 Bethel I'll raise; 
 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer -to thee. 
 
 6 
 And when on joyful wing 
 
 Cleaving the sky. 
 Sun, moon; and stars forgot, 
 
 Upward 1 fly ; 
 Still all my song shall be. 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 —lire. 5. F. Adams. 
 
 217 8s&7s. [Tune 217. 
 
 There is a Friend that sficketh closer than a 
 brother. 
 
 1 
 What a Friend we have in Jesus, 
 
 All our sins and griefs to bear ! 
 What a privilege to carry 
 
 Everything to Grod in prayer I 
 
66 
 
 PRAYING. 
 
 Oh. what peace we often forfeit, 
 Oh, what needless pain we bear, 
 
 All because we do not carry 
 Everything to God in prayer ! 
 
 2 
 Have we trials and temptations ? 
 
 Is there trouble anywhere ? 
 We should never be discouraged, 
 
 Take it to the Lord in i)rayer. 
 Can we find a frienc^so faithful 
 
 Who will all our sorrows share? 
 Jesus knows our everv weakness, 
 
 Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
 
 3 
 
 Are we weak and heavy-laden. 
 
 Cumbered with a load of care ? 
 Precious Saviour, still our refuge. 
 
 Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
 Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? 
 
 Take it to the Lord in prayer ; 
 In his arms he'll take ana shield thee, 
 
 Thou wilt find a solace there. 
 
 —H. Bonar. 
 
 218 8s&7s. 
 
 [Nkttleton. 
 
 Hitherto hath the Lord helped tta. 
 
 1 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing. 
 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace. 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 Teach me some celestial measure. 
 
 Sung by ransomed hosts above; 
 Oh, the vast, the boundless treasure 
 
 Of my Lord's unchanging love. 
 
 2 
 Here I raise my Ebenezer; 
 
 Hither by thy help I've come ; 
 And I hopoj by i,hy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at nome. 
 Jesus soug^ht me when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to rescue me from danger. 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 3 
 Oh, to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
 
 Bina my wandering heart to theo. 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 Here^s my heart, oh, take and seal it, 
 
 Seal it for thy courts above ! 
 
 "-JR. Bobimon. 
 
 219 6,4, ],4,6,6,'4. [TUNB219. 
 
 / toill love thee, Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 More love to thee, O Christ, 
 
 More love to thee ; 
 Hear thou the prayer I make. 
 
 On bonded knee ; 
 This is my earnest plea. 
 More love, O Christ, tp thee, 
 
 More love to thee. 
 
 Once earthly joy I craved. 
 Sought peace and rest ; 
 
 Now tnee alone I seek, 
 Give what is best : 
 
 This all my prayer ihall be. 
 
 More love, O Christ, to thee, 
 More love to thee. 
 
 Then shall my latest breath 
 
 Whisper thy praise ; 
 This be the parting cry -^ 
 
 My heart shall raise. 
 This still its prayer shall be, 
 More love, O Christ, to thee. 
 
 More love to thee. 
 
 —Mrs. E. Prentiss. 
 
 220 C. M. [TUNB 15. 
 
 Lead me in the way everlasting. 
 
 1 
 
 Try us, O God, and search the ground 
 
 Of every sinful heart ; 
 Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
 
 Oh, bid it all depart ! 
 
 2 
 
 When to the right or left we stray, 
 
 Leave us not comfortless ; 
 But guide our feet into the way 
 
 Of everlasting peace. 
 
 3 
 
 Help us to help each other. Lord, 
 
 Each other's cross to bear ; 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 
 And feel his brother's care. 
 
 Help us to build each other up, 
 
 Our little stock improve ; 
 Increase our faith, confirm our hope. 
 
 And perfect us m love. 
 
FOR BLESSING; 
 
 67 
 
 fob blessing. 
 
 221 [Tune 221. 
 ' There ahtUl be shotoer$ cif bleasinff. 
 
 1 
 " There shall be showers of blessing," 
 
 This is the promise of love ; 
 There shall be seasons refreshing, 
 
 Sent from the Saviour above. 
 
 Cho. — Showers, showers of blessing, 
 Showers of blessing we need ; 
 Mercy-drops round us are falling, 
 But for the showers we plead. 
 
 2 
 
 "There shall be showers of blessing," — 
 
 Precious reviving again ; 
 0v3r the hills and the valleys, 
 
 Sound of abundance of rain. 
 
 3 
 
 " There shall be showers of blessing," 
 Send them upon us, O Lord ! 
 
 Grant to us now a refreshing. 
 Come, and now honour thy Word. 
 
 4 
 ** There shall be shbwers of blessing," 
 
 Oh, that to-day they might fall, 
 Now as to Grod we're confessing, 
 Now as on Jesus we call ! 
 
 —Dr. Nathan. 
 
 222 - [Tune 222. 
 Lead me in the way everlasting. 
 
 Gtently, Lord, oh, gently lead us 
 Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
 
 Through the changes thou'st decreed us, 
 Till our last great change appears : 
 
 DuBT. — When temptation's darts assail 
 us, 
 
 Tbio. — ^When in devious paths we stray, 
 
 Cho. — Let thy goodness never fail us, 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
 2 
 
 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 Ij the hour when death draws near. 
 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 Suffer not our souls to fear : 
 
 Du]BT. — And, when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Tbio. — May we wake among the blest, 
 
 Oho. -~ And, by all the saints attended, 
 £v^r Oft thy bosom rest. 
 
 —T. HaMings. 
 
 223 78. [Hendon. 
 
 Come boldly unto the throne of grace. 
 1 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 2 
 
 Thou art coming to a King, 
 Large petitions with thee bring: 
 For nis grace and power are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 
 
 Lord, I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast; 
 There my blood-bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 4 
 
 While I am a pilgrim here. 
 
 Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 
 As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 224 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. [Olivet. 
 
 / will trust in thee, and not be a/raid. 
 
 1 
 
 My faith looks up to thee. 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 
 Saviour divine ; 
 Now hear me while I pray, 
 Take all my sins away. 
 Oh, let me from this day 
 
 Be wholly thine. 
 
 2 
 
 May thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart, 
 
 My zeal inspire ; 
 As thou hast died for me. 
 Oh, may my love to thee 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be, 
 
 A living fire. 
 
 3 
 
 While life's dark maze I tread. 
 And griefs around me spread. 
 
 Be thou my guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away. 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From thee aside. 
 
 4 ^ 
 
 When ends life's transient dream, 
 Whei^ death's cold, sullen stream 
 Shall o'er me roll. 
 
68 
 
 PRAISING. 
 
 b 
 
 Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
 Fear and distrust remove; 
 Oh, bear me safe above, 
 A ransomed soul. 
 
 —Ray Palmer. 
 
 225 [Tune 225. 
 The weary are at rest, 
 
 1 
 Weary pilgrim on life's pathway, 
 
 Struggling on beneath thy load, 
 Hear these words of consolation, — ■ 
 
 •* Cast thy burden on the Lord." 
 
 Cho. — Cast thy burden on the Lord, 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Iiord, 
 And he will strengthen thee, sus- 
 tain and comfort thee ; 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord. 
 2 
 Are thy tired feet unsteady? 
 
 Does thy lamp no light afford ? 
 Is thy cross too great and heavy ? 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord. 
 
 3 
 
 Are the ties of friendship severed? 
 
 Hushed the voices fondly heard? 
 Breaks thy heart with weight of anguish? 
 
 Cast thy burden on the Lord. 
 4 
 Does thy heart with faintness falter ? 
 
 Does thy mind forget his word ? 
 Does thy strength succumb to weakness? 
 
 Cast thy burden on liie Lord. 
 6 
 He will hold thee up from falling, 
 
 He will guide thy steps aright; 
 He will strengthen each endeavour; 
 
 He will keep thee by his might. 
 
 —W. J. Kirkpatrick 
 
 226 [Tune 226. 
 Lordf remember me. 
 
 1 
 When storms around are sweeping, 
 When lone my watch I'm keeping, 
 'Mid fires of evil falling, 
 'Mid tempters' voices calling, 
 
 Cna — Remember me, O Mighty One ! 
 Remember me, O Mighty One I 
 
 2 
 
 When walking on life's ocean. 
 Control its rjiging motion ; 
 When from its dangers shrinking. 
 When in its dread deeps sinking, 
 Remember me, O Mighty Onel 
 
 When weight of sin oppresses. 
 When dark despair distresses. 
 All through the life that's mortal 
 And when I pass death's portal. 
 Remember me, O Mighty One ! 
 
 —Anonymowt. 
 
 their 
 
 PRAISING. 
 
 22T 6-8s. [Lucerne. 
 
 Praise shall he continually in my moiUh. 
 
 1 
 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, 
 And >vhen my voice is lost in death. 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers; 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 2 
 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God ; he made the sky. 
 And earth, and seas, with all 
 train ; 
 His truth for ever stands secure, 
 He saves the opprest, he feeds the pioop, 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 3 
 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last. 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 228 [Tune 228. 
 
 I vnll praise thee, Lord, with my whole 
 heart. 
 
 1 
 
 Heavfenly Father, we adore thee. 
 And thy gracious name we praise, 
 
 Take, oh, take our hearts, we pray thee. 
 While our song^ to thee we raise. 
 
 Cho. — When to heaven we ascend. 
 
 We thy praises ne'er shall end, 
 We will singf redeeming love. 
 With the shining host above. 
 2 
 Gentle Shepherd, be thou near us, 
 
 While we journey here below. 
 Guide our footsteps with thy meroy, 
 Show us all the way to go. 
 
 Cho. 
 
PRAISING. " 
 
 69 
 
 3 
 
 Keep, oh, keep us from all evil, 
 May we each from sin be free. 
 
 Guide us safely on our journey, 
 Till in heaven thy ^e we see. 
 
 4 
 Then with angels we'll adore thee, 
 High our voices then Ave'U raise, 
 With the blood-washed throng in glory, 
 Sing aloiid thy glorious praise. 
 
 -Ji. V. Beddall. 
 
 229 [Tune 229. 
 
 Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves 
 together, 
 
 1 
 
 Again we meet with one accord. 
 
 In God's appointed way, 
 To learn of Jesus in his word. 
 
 And worship him to-day. 
 
 Cho. — With saints and angels 'round the 
 throne, 
 Who worship him above. 
 We join our voices .'ill in one. 
 And praise him for his love. 
 
 2 
 Well may our voice with melody 
 
 And heartfelt tribute blend. 
 For goodness shall our portion be, 
 
 And mercy to the end. 
 
 3 
 
 With grateful hearts we laud thy grace ; 
 
 O Father, lend thine ear ! 
 Accept our humble notes of praise, 
 * And our petitions hear. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, may these earthly courts below 
 
 E'er be our souls' delight, 
 Until we leave this world to go 
 
 To mansions fair and bright. 
 
 — J. JI. Kurzenknabe. 
 
 
 
 230 [Tune 230. 
 Make a joyfvl noise unto him with psabns. 
 
 1 
 Praise the Rock of our salvation. 
 
 Praise the mighty Grod above; 
 Come before his sacred presence 
 
 With a grateful song of love. 
 
 Oho.— Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 He is God, and he alone ; 
 Wake the song of adoration. 
 Come with joy before his throne. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus' blood so freely offered, 
 
 Jesus' blood avails for sin ; 
 Jesus at the door of mercy 
 
 Waits to let the wanderer in. 
 3 
 Praise the Rock of our salvation ; 
 
 Catch from yonder radiant clime, 
 Strains by everlasting ages. 
 
 Echoed back in tones sublime. • 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 231 I^M. [Tune 231. 
 
 Choose ye this day whom ye wiH serve. 
 1 
 Oh, happy day that fixed my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And teU its raptures all abroad. 
 
 Cho. — Happy day, happy day. 
 
 When Jesus washed my sins away. 
 He taught me how to watch and 
 
 pray. 
 And live rejoicing every day. 
 Happy day, happy day. 
 When Jesus washed my sins away. 
 2 
 Oh, happy bond that seals my vows 
 
 To him who merits all my love ! 
 Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 3 
 'Tis done, the great transaction's done, 
 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine; 
 He drew me, and I followed on. 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine. 
 4 
 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 
 Ihat vow renewed shall daily hear. 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow. 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 — X>r Doddridg*. 
 
 232 L- M. [Melgombk, 
 Let everything that hath breath praise the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 1 
 Thee we adore, eternal I^ord ! 
 We praise thy name with one accord ; 
 Thy saints, who here thy goodness see. 
 Through all the world do worship thee. 
 
 2 
 To thee aloud all angels cry. 
 And ceaseless raise tneir songs on high; 
 Both cherubiln and seraphim, l» 
 
 The heavens and all the poweni therein. 
 
70 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 8 
 
 The apostles join the glorious throng; 
 The prophets swell the immortal song; 
 The martyrs' noble army raise 
 Eternal anthems to thy praise. 
 
 4 
 Thee, holjr Prophet, Priest, and King ! 
 Thee, Saviour of mankind, they sing : 
 Thus earth below, and heaven above. 
 Resound thy glory and thy love. 
 
 —C. Wesley. 
 
 233 10,10,11,11. [TunkG. 
 
 xThejoy of thy salvation. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, what shall I do my Saviour to praise, 
 
 So faithful and true, so plenteous in 
 
 ^race, 
 So strong to deliver, so good to redeem, 
 The we£^est believer tnat hangs upon 
 . him! 
 
 2 
 How happy the man whose heart is set 
 
 free, 
 The people that can be joyful inHhee ! 
 Their joy is to walk in the light of thy 
 
 . face. 
 And still they are talking of Jesus's 
 grace. 
 
 3 
 For thou art their boast, their glory and 
 
 power ; 
 And I also trust to see the glad hour. 
 My soul's new creation, a l;fe from the 
 
 dead. 
 The day of salvation, that lifts up my 
 heao. 
 
 4 
 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine 
 
 own, 
 Thy secret to me shall soon be made 
 
 known ; 
 For sorrow and sadness I joy shall re- 
 ceive, 
 And share iii the gladness of all that 
 believ«j. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 234 [Tune 234. 
 
 Tliere stiall be no more death. 
 
 1 
 
 When the clouds have left the hill-tops, 
 
 A. id the beauty of the day 
 Gleams alono' through golden portals, 
 Melting all the nusts ftway, 
 
 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, 
 Oh, the songs we then shall sing, 
 When the clouds of earth have 
 lifted, 
 Aiid the mists have cleared 
 away. 
 
 2 
 When the darkness rolls from ocean, 
 And the light beams brightly o'er 
 Every wave and foaming billow. 
 
 Dashing 'gainst this mortal shore. 
 Then the neart will sing with rapture, 
 And the voice break forth in praise 
 To the God that rules the tempest : 
 " Just and true are till thy ways." 
 
 o 
 
 When the pain and wasting fever, 
 
 And the thousand ills of life, 
 All are healed by one Physician, 
 
 And forever hushed the strife. 
 Then sweet peace and holy comfort 
 
 Will possess the inmost soul. 
 For the weary, home-sick pilgrim 
 
 Will have reached the longed-for goaL 
 4 
 When the graves of earth are o^jened, 
 
 And the fair, loved fonns arise. 
 Springing up from dusty chambers. 
 
 Soaring upward to the skies. 
 Then sweet waves of thrilling music 
 
 Will entrance the listening eaif, 
 " Like the sound of many waters," 
 
 Murmuring gently, soft and clear. 
 5 
 When the City, grand, eternal. 
 
 Shall descend, 'mid clouds of light 
 And the King bids saints to enter 
 
 Mansions filled with holy light, 
 Thenlhe life-work of all ages 
 
 Will receive a just reward. 
 Home with Jesus, sweet rest given. 
 
 In the kingdom of ova Lord. 
 
 —Annie Herbert. 
 
 235 78. [Tune 199. 
 
 These are they which came out qf great 
 
 tribulatioiu 
 
 1 
 
 Who are these arrayed in white. 
 Brighter than the noon-day sun? 
 
 Foremost of the sons of light. 
 Nearest the eternal throne? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
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 ing, 
 
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 pture, 
 
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 'UNE 199. 
 great 
 
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 sun 7 
 
 These are thev that bore the cross. 
 Nobly for their Master stood ; 
 
 Sufferers in his righteous cause, 
 Pollowers of the Lamb of God. 
 
 2 
 
 Out of great distress they came, 
 
 Washed their robes by faith below 
 In the blood of yonder Lamb, 
 
 Blood that washes white as snow ; 
 Therefore are they next the throne, 
 
 Serve their Maker day and nig^t; 
 God resides among his own, 
 
 God doth in Iiis saints delight. 
 
 3 
 
 More than conquerors at last, 
 
 Here they find their trials o'er ; 
 They have all their sufferings past, 
 
 riunger no\ir and thirst no more ; 
 Gk>d shall all their sorrows chase, 
 
 All their wants at once remove. 
 Wipe the tears from every face, 
 
 Fill up every soul with love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 236 [Tune 236. 
 
 To be forever with the Lord. 
 
 1 
 O'er Jordan's dark and stormy river 
 
 Lies heaven's fair shore ; 
 There joy shall fill the soul forever. 
 
 Sorrow shall come no more. 
 There streets of gold and walls of jasper. 
 
 Within the g ites ; 
 There homes pi pared by our dear Master, 
 
 Each ransomed soul awaits. 
 
 Oho. — Safe at home, at home with Jesus, 
 Nu/er more to roam ; 
 Oh, how the cares of earth "grow 
 lighter, 
 Thinking of sweet rest at home. 
 
 2 
 Dear loved one': who have gone before us. 
 
 Wait for us there ; 
 To loving arms will God restore us. 
 
 And in their bliss we'll share. 
 Then full of faith we'll lay our sorrow 
 
 At Jesus* feet ; 
 And in the bright and hea'^enly morrow, 
 
 Loved ones — the saved ones meet. 
 
 3 
 Oh, hear your Saviour gently pleading, 
 
 " Come, sinner, come ! '| 
 Why will you still, his voice unheeding, 
 
 Waader from love and borne? 
 
 Why will you rest in worldly pleasure, 
 
 Fleeting and vain, 
 When you may claim a priceless treasure 
 
 Life everlasting gain ? 
 
 —G. T. Gould. 
 
 237 [TUNB237. 
 And they sang a new song, 
 
 1 
 
 Amid the swelling chorus 
 Gi those who sing on high. 
 
 Oh, hear the strains so joyous. 
 Resounding through the sky 1 
 
 Oho. — Oh, it is the new song. 
 
 The new and joyous song. 
 Of Jesus and his precious love ; 
 We will sing our songs to-day, 
 And we'll walk the narrow way. 
 Till we join the ransomed choir 
 above 1 
 
 2 
 What though our tones are feeble, 
 
 The new, new song we'll try ; 
 A" .1 in the heavenly mansions 
 We'll sing it by-and-by ' 
 3 
 'Tis not seraphic voices 
 
 That sweetest sing in heaven, 
 But sinners saved by Jesus, 
 Who sing of grace that's given. 
 
 —Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth. 
 
 238 [Tune 238. 
 To be forever vnth the Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 On the happy golden shore. 
 Where the faithful part no more, 
 When the storms of life are o'er. 
 
 Meet me there. 
 Where the night dissolves away 
 Into pure and perfect day, 
 I am going home to stay, 
 
 Meet me there. 
 
 Cho. — Meet me there, meet me there, 
 • Where the tree of life is blooming 
 Meet me there. 
 When the storms of life are o'er, 
 On the happy golden shore. 
 Where the faithful part no mor^ 
 Meet me there. 
 2 
 Here our fondest hopes are vain, 
 Dearest links are rent in twain ; 
 But in heaven no throb of pain. 
 Meet me 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 ang^els ring, 
 And the blest torever 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. 
 
 —H. E Blair. 
 
 239 [Tune 239. 
 And sorrow and sighing shall flee away. 
 
 1 
 Shall we gather at the river, 
 
 Where bright angel-feet have trod ; 
 With its crvstal tide for ever 
 
 Flowing by the throne of God. 
 
 Oho.— Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
 
 The beautiful, the beautiful river — 
 Gather with the saints at the river. 
 That flows by the throne of God. 
 
 2 
 On the margin of the river, 
 
 Washing up its silver spray. 
 We will walk and worship ever 
 All the happy, golden day. 
 3 
 Ere we reach the shining river. 
 Lay we every burden down ; 
 Grace our spirits will deliver, 
 And provide a robe and cro^vn. 
 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. 
 5 
 Soon we'll reach the silver river, 
 
 Soon our pilgrimage will cease ; 
 Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
 With the melody of peace. 
 
 —Rev. R. Lowry. 
 
 240 [Tune 240. 
 Ood shall wipe avcay all tears from their eyes. 
 
 1 
 When the mists have roiled in splend ur 
 
 From the beauty of the hills. 
 And the sunlight falls in gladness, 
 
 On the river and the rilb, 
 
 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 morning 
 
 Of that bright and happy day : 
 We shall know each otner bettei 
 When the mists have rolled 
 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 known : 
 And the song of our redemption 
 
 Shall resound through endless day. 
 When the shadows have departed, 
 And the mists have rolled away. 
 
 '-Annie Herbert 
 
 241 
 
 [TuNU 241 
 
 We shall know even as we are knottm. 
 1 
 
 When we hear the music ringing 
 
 In the bright celestial dome, 
 Whei sweet angel voices singing, 
 
 Gladly bid us welcome home, 
 To the land of ancient story. 
 
 Where the spirits know no care. 
 In that land of 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 I 
 2 
 When the holy angels meet us. 
 As we go to join their band, 
 Shall we know the friends that greet us 
 
 In the glorious spirit land ? 
 Shall we see the same eyes shining, 
 
 On us, as in days of yore ? 
 Shall wo feel their dear arms twining 
 Fondly round us, as before ? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 73 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, ye weary, bhI and tossed ones, 
 
 Droop not, faint lot, by the way; 
 Ye shall join the loved and just ones 
 
 In th-^ land of perftct day ! 
 Harp-strings touched by angel fingers, 
 
 Murmured in my raptured ear. 
 Evermore their sweet song lingers, 
 
 "We shall know each other there." 
 
 242 7s&6s. 
 
 [EWINO. 
 
 Jerusalem xvMch is above, 
 1 
 
 Jerusalem the golden, 
 
 With milk and honey blest, 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice opprest ; 
 I know not, oh, I know not 
 
 What social' joys are there! 
 What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What light beyond compare. 
 2 
 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
 
 All jubilant with song. 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martyr 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 
 
 To that dsar land of rest ; 
 Who art, with God and Father 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 — Dr. Neale. 
 
 243 11,9. [Tune 243. 
 
 Carried by the angels into Abraham 8 bosom. 
 
 1 
 Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair, 
 
 Once a child of God was left to die ; 
 By the world neglected, wealth would 
 nothing share ; 
 See the change {^waiting 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, [dise. 
 
 Gathered with the loved in Para- 
 
 What shall be the ending of this life of 
 care V 
 Oft the question cometh to us all ; 
 Here upon the pathway iiard 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 be 
 o'er : 
 Oh, the change that's coming by- 
 ' and-by ! 
 
 4 
 Upward, then, and onward ! — onward fT 
 . the Lord ! 
 
 Time and talent all in his employ ; 
 Small may seem the service — sure the 
 great reward : [Joy ! 
 
 Here the cross — but there the crown of 
 
 — ly. 0. Cushing. 
 
 244 [Tune 244. 
 
 They shall reign for ever and ever. 
 
 We speak of the land of the blest, 
 Thart country so bright and so fair, 
 
 And oft are its glories confessed ; 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 
 Cho. — To be there ! to be there ! 
 
 Oh, what must it be to be there ? 
 To be there ! to be there ! 
 Oh, what must it be to be there ! 
 2 - 
 We speak of its pathwajrs of gold, 
 
 Its walls decked with jewels so rare, 
 Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 
 But what must it be to be there ! 
 3 
 We speak of its peace and its love. 
 
 The robes ^vhich the glorified wear, 
 The songs of the blessed above ; 
 But what must it be 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 be there ! 
 5 
 Do thou. Lord, in pleasure or woe, 
 
 For heaven our spirits prepare ; 
 Then shortly we also shall know, 
 And feel, what it is to be there. 
 
 -jrr«. if. E. MiH$^ 
 
74 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 246 [Tune 245. 
 
 In my Father's home are many maimona. 
 
 1 
 
 When we get home to that beautiful land, 
 
 With its beautiful city of gold ; 
 When we have passed o'er the river of 
 death, 
 
 And are safe in the heavenly fold ; 
 Wearisome toil, tribulation, and care, 
 
 That burden our spirits to-day, 
 Like as a dream oi a shadow shall pass — 
 
 Shall pass, unreturning, away. 
 
 Oho. — ^When we get home, how sweet 
 'twill be ! 
 When we get home, how sweet 
 'twill be 1 
 
 2 • - 
 
 When we ^vfhrraib from our wande ''^g 
 here 
 To that cli^i^e where they wandei 
 more ; 
 When, with the loved that have passed 
 into rest, 
 We shall stand with our harps on the 
 shore ; 
 Sorrow and strife, and oiw proneness to 
 err. 
 The pain and the sickness we bear. 
 Like as a dream or a shadow shall pass. 
 And ne'er shall they trouble us there. 
 3 
 When we get home (and it will not be 
 long 
 Till we finish o\ir journey below) ; 
 When we shall lose every curabering 
 weight. 
 And the sin that doth hinder us so ; 
 7ears that we shed in our sorrowful 
 hours. 
 The fears and the doubts that molest, 
 Like as a dream or a shadow shall pass, 
 And reach not the home of the blest. 
 
 — W. 0. Perkins. 
 
 246 [Tune 246. 
 
 I go to prepare a place for you. 
 
 In the Christian's home in glory, 
 There remains a land of rest : 
 
 There my Saviour's gone before me, 
 To fulfil my soul's request. 
 
 Cho. — There ia rest for the weary. 
 There ia rest for the weaiy, . 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 Thc»re is rest for you 1 
 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 In the sweet fields of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is blooming; 
 There is rest for you I 
 
 2* 
 
 He is fitting up my mansion. 
 Which eternally shall stand. 
 
 For my stay shall not be transient 
 In that holy, happy land. 
 
 3 
 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 
 
 Grief nor woe my lot shall share, 
 But, in that celestial centre, 
 
 I a croAvn of life shall wear. 
 
 4 
 
 Sing, oh, sing, ye heirs of glory — 
 Snout your triumphs as you go; 
 
 Zion i gates will open for you. 
 Ye shall find an entrance through. 
 
 — a. G. Harmer. 
 
 24 7 [Tune 247. 
 
 Wiiere lam there ye may be also. 
 
 1 
 
 When saints gather round thee, dear 
 
 Saviour, above ; 
 And hasten to crown thee wfth 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 
 be there ? 
 Oh, tell me, dear Saviour, if I 
 shall be there ? 
 
 When those who have laboured and 
 
 struggled to save 
 Their loved ones from sorrow beyond the 
 
 dark ^ave. 
 Are bringmg the treasures they gathered 
 
 with care. 
 Oh, tell me, dear. Saviour, if I shall be 
 
 there? 
 
 3 
 When life's dreary billows are spent on 
 
 the shore, 
 Beyond tlie dark river, and time is no 
 
 more, 
 When bright palms of glory the victors 
 
 shall bear. 
 Oh, tell me, dear Savioui:, if I shall lie 
 
 there? 
 
HEAVEN. 
 
 76 
 
 4 
 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 me, dear Saviour, if I shall be 
 there ? 
 
 —T, E. Perkins. 
 
 248 C.M. [Tune 248. 
 
 Ood shall wipe away all tears. 
 
 1 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 
 
 Within the veil, and see 
 llie saints above, how great 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 ; 
 Galling us away, calling ud away, 
 Calimg 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 breast ; 
 And, following their incarnate God, 
 Possess the promised rest. 
 
 — Imae Watts. 
 
 249 
 
 [Tune 249. 
 
 I heard tlie voice of many angels round about 
 the throne. 
 
 1 
 
 Hark, hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are 
 swelling 
 O'er earth's green fields and ocean's 
 wave-beat shore ; 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains 
 are tellings'* 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no 
 more. 
 
 Cho. — Angels of Jesus, angels of Lig[ht, 
 Sinking ta welcome the pilgrmus 
 of the night. 
 
 2 
 Far, far away, like bells at evening peal- 
 ing, [sea: 
 The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and 
 And laden souls by thousands meekly 
 stealing. 
 Kind Shephe'xl, 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. 
 
 250 [Tune 250. 
 
 They shall hunger no m ^, neither thirst 
 any mot. 
 
 1 
 There isrest for the wc.»iy j how cheering 
 
 the thought 
 To those who throug^ seedtime and 
 
 harvest have wrou^nt 1 
 When our work c \ is done, and our 
 
 struggle is o'er, 
 There's a home in the skies, where well 
 
 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 from temptation; how 
 
 blessed to know, 
 That though, while we travel this desert 
 
 below. 
 We are harassed by tepipters around and 
 
 before, 
 In that home in the skies we'll be tempted 
 no more. 
 
 Tempted no more, etc. 
 3 
 There is rest from all sorrows; our trials 
 
 all past. 
 Our crowns at the feet of our Saviour 
 
 we'll cast ; 
 Of the sheepfold he tells us that he is 
 
 "the door;" 
 If we enter by him we shall soxrow no 
 more. 
 
 Sorrow no more, etc. 
 
 i 
 
76 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 What though dangers affright us, and 
 
 troubles assail ? 
 The Lord is our Refuge, and he will not 
 
 fail ; 
 If his grace now we seek, and his favour 
 
 ■ implore, 
 In that home in the skies we shall weary 
 no more. 
 
 Weary no more, etc. 
 
 -R. P. Clark. 
 
 251 [Tune 251. 
 
 I go to prepare a place for you. 
 
 1 
 
 Not far from the gate of that beautiful 
 
 city. 
 Where ties of affectioii are broken no 
 
 more ; 
 Not far from the banks of that clear 
 
 flowing river, 
 Whose stream we shall drink when life's 
 
 burden is o'er. 
 
 Cho.— All glory to Jesus ! the mists are 
 
 dissolving ! 
 Each day we are nearing those 
 
 regions so fair ; 
 All glory to Jesus ! the day 
 
 groweth brighter : 
 Press onward ! press onward ! we 
 
 soon shall be there. 
 
 9 
 
 Oh, harps, that for ages have echoed the 
 
 story 
 Of wonderful mercy and infinite love ; 
 Oh, crown everlasting, laid up for the 
 
 faithful, 
 There is one for us each in those mansions 
 
 above! 
 
 3 
 How sweet, as we journey, to pause for 
 
 a moment, 
 And look at the footprints v/e see in our 
 
 way ! — 
 The footprints of pilgrims who've crossed 
 
 over Jordan, 
 And now are rejoicing for ever and aye. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, blessed Redeemer I ere long thou 
 
 wilt call ua 
 To join the great army beyond the dark 
 
 They fought the good fight, and their 
 
 course they have finished, [thee. 
 
 And now they inherit the kingdom with 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 252 CM. 
 
 [St. Stephen. 
 
 A good hope through grace. 
 
 1 
 
 How happy every child of grace, 
 Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 I seek my place in heaven : 
 
 2 
 
 A country far from mortal sight — 
 
 Yet, oh, by faith I see 
 The land of rest, the sa'nts' delight, 
 
 The heaven prepared for me ! 
 
 3 
 
 A stranger in the world below, 
 
 I calmly sgjourn here ; 
 Nor can its hap]nness or woe 
 
 Provoke my hope or fear. 
 
 4 
 Its evils in a moment end. 
 
 Its joys as soon are past; 
 But, oh, the bliss to which I tend 
 Eternally shall last ! 
 
 — C Wesley. 
 
 253 S.M.D. • • [Tune 130. 
 
 To be forever with the Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 ' * Forever with the Lord ! " 
 
 Amen ! so let it be ! 
 Life from the dead is in that word, 
 
 'Tis immortality ! 
 Here in the body pent. 
 
 Absent from him I roam, 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 2 
 
 My Father's house on high. 
 
 Home of my soul, how near ! 
 At times, to faith's unclouded eye, 
 
 Thy golden gates appear. 
 Ah ! then my spirit faints 
 
 To reach the land I love^ — 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 
 Jerusalem above ! 
 
 3 
 
 " Forever with the Lord ! " 
 
 Father, if 'tis thy will. 
 The promise of that faithful word 
 
 Even here to me fulfil. 
 Be thou at my right hand. 
 
 Then can I never fail ; ' 
 UphQld thou me, and I shall staaid« 
 
 Fight, and I must prevail. 
 
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 kno^vn, x 
 
 How snail I love that word, 
 And oft repeat bgfore the throne, 
 
 •' Forever with" the Lord !" 
 
 ~-Montgomcrfi. 
 
 254 CM. [Tune 254. 
 
 There uhall 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- withering flowers ; 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 3 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 
 Stand dressed in living green ; 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 4 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And vie V the landscape o'er, 
 Not Jordan's 'stream, nor death's cold 
 flood, 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 265 
 
 [Tune 255. 
 
 The things which God hath jrrepared/or them 
 that love him. 
 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 prepare us a dwelling-place there. 
 
 Cho. — In the sweet by-and-by. 
 
 We shall meet on that beautiful 
 shore ; 
 In the sweet by-and-by. 
 We shall meet on thai} beautiful 
 ebore. 
 
 We shall sin^ on that beautiful shore 
 The melodious songs of the blest ; 
 
 And our spirits shall sorrow no more — 
 Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 
 
 3 
 
 To our bountiful Father above 
 
 We will :)ffer the tribute of praise. 
 For the glorious gift of his love. 
 And the blessings that 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 pain, 
 Safe at home iu-the sweet by-and-by. 
 
 —S. F, Bennett. 
 
 256 [Tune 256. 
 
 And there shall in no wise enter into it any- 
 thing that defileih. 
 
 I will sing you a song of that beautiful 
 land, 
 The far away home of the soul. 
 Where no storms ever beat on that glit- 
 tering strand. 
 While the years of eternity roll. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, that home of the soul in my visions 
 and dreams. 
 
 Its bright jasper walls I can see. 
 Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes, 
 
 Between the fair city and me. 
 
 3 
 
 There the great tree of life in its beauty 
 doth grow, 
 And the river of life floweth by : 
 For no death ever enters th^t 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 holdeth our crowns in his 
 hands. 
 
 5 ; 
 
 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful 
 land. 
 So free from all sorrow and pain ! 
 With songs on our lips and with harps in 
 our hands, ^ 
 
 To meet one another again. 
 
 ~Mr». E. H. Gatet. 
 
78 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 257 [TUNB267. 
 
 And they shall tee his/aee. 
 
 1 
 I hope to meet you all in glory, 
 
 Wlien the storms of life are o'er; 
 I hope to tell the dear old story, 
 
 On the blessed, shining shore. 
 
 Cho. — On the shining shore, 
 
 On the golden strand, 
 In our Father's home, 
 
 In the happy land : 
 I hope to meet you there, 
 
 I nope to meet you there, — 
 A crown of victory wear, — 
 
 In glory. 
 
 2 
 
 I hope to meet you all in plory, 
 
 By the tree of life so fair ; 
 I hope to praise our dear Redeemer 
 
 Por the grace that brought me there. 
 
 3 
 
 I hope to meet you all in glory, 
 Round the Saviour's throne above ; 
 
 I hope to join the ransomed army 
 Singing now redeeming love. 
 
 4 
 I hope to meet you all in glory, 
 
 Wnen my work on earth is o'er ; 
 I hope to clasp your hands rejoicing 
 On the bright eternal shore. 
 
 —Emma Pitt. 
 
 5258 [Tune 258. 
 
 And they sTmII reign for ever and ever. 
 
 1 ' 
 Shall we all meet at home in the morning, 
 On the shores of the bright crystal sea ; 
 With the loved ones who long have been 
 waiting ? 
 What a meeting indeed it will be ! 
 
 Oho.— Gathered home, gathered home, 
 On the shore of the bright 
 crystal sea ! 
 fathered home, gathered home, 
 With otw loved ones forever to 
 bel 
 
 2 
 Shall we all mee^» at home in the morning, 
 
 And froi.?. sorrow forever be free ? 
 Shall we join ia the songs of the ran- 
 somed? 
 V^hftt I!, meeting indeed it will be I 
 
 8 
 
 Shall we all meet at home in the morning, 
 
 Our blessed Redeemer to see ? 
 Shall we know and be known by our 
 loved orie3 ? 
 What a meeting indeed it will be ! 
 
 — WorUii Airanged 
 
 259 [Tune 259. 
 
 A great multitude which no man could 
 
 number. 
 
 1 
 
 Well all gather home in the morning. 
 On the hanks 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 wul 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 great jubilee ; 
 
 We'll all gather home in the morning; 
 What a gathering that will be I 
 
 3 
 
 We'll all gather home in the morning, 
 
 Our blessed Redeemer to see ; 
 We'll meet with the friends gone before 
 us> 
 V/hat a gathering that will be ! 
 
 —Rev. I. Baltzell. 
 
 260 
 
 [Tune 260. 
 
 Every eye shall sie him. 
 
 Our Lord is nbw rejected. 
 
 And by the world disowned, / 
 
 By the many still neglected. 
 
 And by the few enthroned ; 
 But soon he'll come in glory. 
 
 The hour is drawing nigh, 
 For the crowning day is coming by-and- 
 by. 
 
 Cho. — Oh, the crowning day is coming, 
 Is coming by-and-by, 
 When our Lord shall come in 
 "power" 
 And '* glory ** from on high,. 
 Oh, the glorious sight will gladden 
 
 Each waiting, watchful eye. 
 In the crowning day thf^t's odaing 
 by-aud-by. 
 
THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 19 
 
 The heavens shall glow with splendooTf 
 
 But brighter fur than they 
 The saint^ shall shine in glory, 
 As Christ shall them array; 
 The beauty of the Saviour 
 
 Shall dazzle everv eye, 
 In the crowning day that's coming by- 
 and-by. 
 
 8 
 Our pain shall then be over. 
 
 We'll sin and sigh no more, 
 Behind us all of sorrow. 
 
 And nought but joy oefore; 
 A joy in our Redeemer. 
 
 As we to him are nign, 
 ^n the crowning day that's coming by- 
 and-by. 
 
 •^El Nathan. 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 HOTB.— As time mny occaHlonally be too llmtted for 
 the making uf lultable selectloiiH, the tollowliiK SabUith 
 school hymns are colleotod here; yet, a much lar^rivr 
 numher, adapted alike to Sabtxtth RchooU and to fmcfal 
 ■ervlce, uutf ba found in various ports of the book. 
 
 261 C- M. [St. Peter. 
 
 Jffer ways arc ways qf plecuantness. 
 
 1 
 Oh^ happy is the child who hears 
 
 Instruction's warning voice ; 
 ^d who celestial Wisaom makes 
 His early, only choice. 
 2 
 For she has treasures greater far 
 
 Than 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 lengpth of happy days ; 
 Biches, with splendid honours joined, 
 Are^what her left displays. 
 4 
 She guides the young with innocence, 
 
 111 pleasure's patls to tread, 
 A crown of glory sh* bestows 
 Upon the noary head. 
 6 
 According as her labours rise. 
 
 So her rewards increase; 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 Aod »U l^er p^ths s^t^ peace. 
 
 ^Jtaao WoitU. 
 
 262 7s k 6g. [M:<«sicvART Htmit. 
 Forbid thtm not to eom» unto me, 
 
 1 
 When, his salvation bringing, 
 
 To Zion Jesus came, 
 Th^ children all stood singing 
 
 Hosanna to his name; 
 Nor did their zeril offend him, 
 
 But as he rode along, 
 He let them still attend him, 
 
 And smiled co hear their song. 
 2 
 And since the Lord retaineth 
 
 His love to childreT still, 
 Though now as King he r^igneth 
 
 On Zion's heavenly hill, 
 We'll flock around his {standard. 
 
 We'll bow before his thrcne. 
 And cry aloud, " Hosanua 
 
 To David's royal Son." 
 
 For should we fail proclaiming 
 
 Our great Redeemer's praiee. 
 The stones, our silence shaming. 
 
 Would their hosannas raise. 
 But shall we only render 
 
 The tribute of our words? 
 No ; while our hearts are tender 
 
 liiey too shall be the Lord's. 
 
 -J. King, 
 
 263 [TuNBi2e3. 
 He teUl gather the lambs in his arms. 
 
 1 
 
 Hark ! *tis the Shepherd's voice I hear 
 Out in the desert dark and drear. 
 Calling the lambs who've gone astray 
 Far from the Shepherd's fold away. 
 
 Cmo. — Bring them in, bring them in, 
 
 Brin^ them in from the fields of 
 
 sin: 
 Bring them in, bring them in, ^ 
 Bring the little ones to Jesus. 
 
 2 
 
 Who'll go and help this Shepherd kind. 
 Help him the little lambs to find ? 
 Who'll bring the lost ones to the fold, 
 Where they'll be sheltered from the cold? 
 
 S 
 Out in the desert hear their cry- 
 Out on the mountain wild and high; 
 Hark ! 'tis the Master speaks to thee^ 
 " Gro, ^d xay lambs where'er theybe.** 
 
80 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 264 [Tune 264. 
 
 Wisdom is the principal thing. 
 
 1 
 Lord, blass our Sabbath school to-day ! 
 
 This is our fervent prayer ; 
 And as we seek the narrow way, 
 
 Thy presence, Lord, declare. 
 
 Oho. — Lord, bless our school, 
 
 Oh, bless our school we pray ; 
 Lord, bless our waiting Sabbath 
 school. 
 Is our fervent prayer to-day 1 
 
 2 
 Bless us, O Lord, with fertile minds, 
 
 Then send the heavenly dew ; 
 Each gracious gift from thee but binds 
 Our souls to thee anew. 
 3 
 31ess those who teach and those who 
 learn, 
 Send wisdom from above ; 
 And may we for instruction yeam» 
 And all thy precepts love. ' 
 4 
 Lord, bless our school, the training place 
 
 For Christian lives below ; 
 Here we are taught thy face to seek, 
 That we thy grace may know. 
 
 — Marian Froelieh. 
 
 265 8.7,8,7,4,7. [Regent Square. 
 Hosanna to God i.i the highest. 
 
 1 
 
 Children, led hosannas singing. 
 
 Hymned thy praise m olden time, 
 Judah's ancient temple filling. 
 
 With the melody sublime ; 
 Lifant voices, infant voices. 
 
 Joined to swell the holy chime. 
 2 
 Though no more the incarnate Saviour 
 
 We behold in latter days ; 
 Though temple far less glorious 
 
 Echoes now the songs we raise; 
 Still in glory, still in glory. 
 
 Thou wilt hear our notes of praise. 
 3 
 Loud we'll swell the pealing anthem, 
 
 AH thy wondrous acts proclaim, 
 Till all heaven and earth resounding. 
 
 Echo with thv glorious name ; 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb ! 
 
 —Mrs. Steele. 
 
 266 8-7s. 
 
 [Tune 80. 
 
 Qlorg to the Father, and to the Son, and to 
 the Holy (Jhost, 
 
 Glory to the Father give, 
 
 God in whom we move and live ; 
 
 Children's ])rayers he deigns to hear. 
 
 Children's songs delight his ear. 
 
 Glory to the Son we bring, 
 
 Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King : 
 
 Children, raise your sweetest strain 
 
 To the Lamb, for he was slain. 
 
 2 
 
 Glorv to the Holy Ghost I 
 
 Be this day a pentecost ! % 
 
 Children's minds may he inspire. 
 
 Touch their tongues with holy fire ! 
 
 Glory to the highest De, 
 
 To the blessed Trinity, 
 
 For the gospel from abcve. 
 
 For the word, that " God is love !" 
 
 —Montgomery. 
 
 267 C.M. [TUNE26L 
 
 1 thy servant fear the Lord from my youth. 
 
 1 
 Happy the child whose youngest years 
 
 Rebeive instruction well, 
 Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 
 
 The road that leads to hell. 
 
 2 
 
 When we devote our youth to God, 
 
 'Tis pleasing in his eyes ; 
 A flower, when offered in the bud, 
 
 Is no vain sacrifice. 
 
 3 
 
 'Twill save us from a thousand snares 
 
 To mind religion young : 
 Grace will preserve our following year^. 
 
 And make our virtues strong. 
 
 . 4 
 To thee, Almighty God, to thee 
 
 Our childhood we resign ; 
 'Twill please us to look back and see 
 
 That our whole lives were thine. 
 
 5 
 
 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise 
 Employ my youngest breath : 
 
 Thus I'm prepared foi longer dp-ys. 
 Or fit for early death. 
 
 -^Isaae WaiU 
 
THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 81 
 
 268 
 
 [JUDAH. 
 
 4-78. 
 
 Thou, God, teett me. 
 
 1 
 
 When this song of praise shall cease 
 
 Let thy children, Lord, depart 
 With the blessing of thy peace, 
 And thy love in every heart. 
 2 
 Oh ! where'er our path may lie, 
 
 Father, let us not forget 
 That* we walk beneath tnine eye. 
 That thy care upholds us yet. 
 
 Blind are we, and weak, and frail, 
 
 Be thine aid forever near ; 
 May the fear to sin prevail 
 
 Over every other fear. 
 
 - W. C. Bryant. 
 
 269 [Tune 2G9. 
 JeauB saith, Come unto me. 
 
 1 
 Come to the Saviour, make no delay; 
 Here in his word he's shown us the way : 
 Here in our midst he's standing to-day. 
 Tenderly aaying, " Come ! " 
 
 Cho. — Jovful, joyful will the meeting be. 
 When from sin our hearts are 
 
 pure and free, 
 And we shall gather, Saviour, 
 with thee, 
 Li our eternal home. 
 
 2 
 
 " Suffer th<< children ! " oh, hear his voice. 
 Let every heart leap forth and rejoice, 
 And let us freely make him our choice : 
 Do not detlay, but come. 
 3 
 Think once again, he's with us to-day ; 
 Heed now his blessed commands, and 
 
 obey; 
 Hear now his accents tenderly say, 
 ** Will you, my children, come?" 
 
 -Geo. F. Root. 
 
 270 [TUNK 270. 
 Be was taken up ; ami a elond received him 
 
 ovi o/ their niyht. 
 
 1 
 See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph ; 
 
 See the King in royal state, 
 Riding on the clouds his chariot 
 
 To his heavenly palace gate ! 
 Hark ! the choirs of angel voices, 
 
 Joyful alleluias sing, 
 
 6 
 
 And the portals high are lifted 
 
 To receive their heavenly King. 
 2 
 Who is this that comes in glory, 
 
 With the trump of jubilee? 
 Lord of battles, God of armies. 
 
 He has gained the victory ! 
 He who on the cross did suffer, 
 
 He who from the grave arose. 
 He has vanquished sin and Satan, 
 
 He by death has spoiled his foes. 
 3 
 Raise us up from earth to heaven. 
 
 Give us wings of faith and love, " 
 Gales of holy aspiration 
 
 Wafting us to realms above ; 
 That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
 
 We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 
 Where he sits enthroned in glory 
 
 In his heavenly citadel. 
 4 
 Glory be to God the Father; 
 
 Glory be to God the Son, 
 Dying, risen, ascended for us. 
 
 Who the heavenly realm hath won ; 
 Glory to the Holy Spirit ; 
 
 To our God in Persons three. 
 Glory both in earth and heaven, — 
 
 Glory, endless glory, be ! 
 
 —Bishop Word8ifforth. 
 
 271 [Tune 271. 
 
 Conquering and to conquer. 
 1 
 Arise, go forth to conquer. 
 
 Young champions for the Lord ; 
 Fling cut the royal standard, 
 
 Unsheathe the mighty sword ; 
 The Church that sword has wielded 
 
 In many a dreadful fray, 
 Till Satan's army trembled, 
 And, vanquished, fled away. 
 
 Cho. — Arise, go forth to conquer. 
 
 Young champions for the Lord ; 
 Fling out the royal standard, 
 Unsheathe the mighty sword 
 
 2 . 
 
 Oh, swell our ranks, young soldiers. 
 
 And, by our Captain led, 
 From conquering still to conquer, 
 
 March on with fearless tread; 
 Fight manfully nnd bravely. 
 
 We'll die with sword in hand. 
 And leave, for those who follow. 
 
 Our foot-prints in the sand. 
 
 ~Q. J. Frances. 
 
82 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 272 [TuNK 272. 
 
 His name shall be called Wonder/tU. 
 
 1 
 I have heard of a Saviour's love, 
 
 And a wonderful love it must be ; 
 But did he come down from above, 
 
 Out of love and compassion for me ? 
 
 SCEIPTURK RKSPONSE* TO VERSE 1. 
 
 "This Is a faithful say5ng, and worthy of all nc- 
 ceptation, t^at Christ Jesus came into the world to 
 save sinners." 
 
 2 
 
 I have heard how he suffered and bled. 
 How he languished and died on the tree; 
 
 But then is it anywhere said 
 That he languished and suffered for me ? 
 
 SCWPTUEE RESPONSE TO VEBSE 2. 
 
 " He was wounded for our transgressions, he was 
 bruised for our iniquities ; the chastisement of our 
 peace was upon him ; and with his stripes we are 
 nealed." 
 
 3 
 I've been told of a heaven on high, 
 
 Which the children of Jesus shall see ; 
 But is there a place in the sky 
 
 Made ready and furnished for me ? 
 
 ScEm^uRE Response to Verse 3. 
 
 "In my Father's house are many mansions: if it 
 were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a 
 place for you ; that where I am there ye may be also." 
 
 Lord, answer these questions of mine; 
 
 To whom shall I go but to thee ? 
 And say, by thy Spirit divine, 
 , There's a Saviour and heaven for me. 
 
 Chobus — to last verse only. 
 
 Zes, yes, yes, for me ! for me I 
 
 Yes, yes, yes, for me ! 
 Our Lord from above, in his infinite love. 
 
 On the cross died to save you and me. 
 
 *When used in a School, the Responses may be 
 chanted by a Children's Choir; or, if more conveulent, 
 read by the Superintendent. 
 
 -P. PhUlipg. 
 
 273 
 
 tTuNE 273. 
 
 They shall be mine, when he maketh up his 
 jewels. 
 
 1 
 
 When he cometh, when he cometh, 
 To make up his jewels, 
 All his jewels, precious jewels, 
 His loved and his ow&< 
 
 Cho. — ^Like the stars of the morning, 
 His bright crown adorning, 
 They shall shine in their beauty, 
 Bright gems of his crown. 
 
 2 
 
 He will gather, he will gather 
 The gems for his kingdom ; 
 All the pure ones, all the bright ones. 
 His loved and his own. 
 
 3 
 Little children, little children, 
 Who love their Redeemer, 
 Are the jewels, precious jewels. 
 His loved and hia own. 
 
 —W. 0. Cashing. 
 
 274 L.M. [Tune 157. 
 I ascend to my Father and your Father. 
 
 1 
 Great God, and wilt thou condescend 
 To be my Father and my Friend ? 
 I a poor child, and thou so high. 
 The Lord of earth, and air, and sky? 
 
 2 
 Art thou my Father? canst thou bear 
 To hear my poor imperfect prayer ? 
 Or wilt thou listen to the praise 
 That Buch a little one can raise? 
 
 3 
 Art thou my Father ? let me be 
 A meek, obedient child to thee ; 
 And try in word, and deed, and thought, 
 To serve and praise thee as I ought. 
 
 4 
 Art thou my Father ? then at last, 
 When all my days on earth are past, 
 Send down and take me in thy love 
 To be thy better child above. 
 
 — Jane Taylor. 
 
 275 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Tune 275. 
 
 / am the good Shepherd. 
 
 1 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, 
 
 Much we need thy tenderest care; 
 In thy pleasant pastured feed us. 
 For our use thy fields prepare : 
 Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 
 2 
 We are thine, do thou befriend us, 
 
 Be the guardian of our wav ; 
 Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, 
 Seek us when we go astray : 
 
 Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 Hear, oh, hear us, when we pra^t 
 
THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 83 
 
 8 
 
 Thou hast promised to receive us, 
 Poor and sinful though we be; 
 
 Thou hast mercy to reheve us, 
 Grace to cleanse, and power to free : 
 
 Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 Will we early turn to thee. 
 
 4 
 
 Early let us seek thy favour, 
 
 Early let us do thy will ; 
 Blessea Lord and only Saviour, 
 With thy love our bosoms till : 
 Blessea Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 Thou hast loved us, love us still. 
 
 — D. A. Thrupp. 
 
 276 88&7s. [Tune 166. 
 
 JRemembernow thy Creator in the days 
 qf thy youth, 
 
 1 
 Saviour, while my heart is tender, 
 
 I would yield that heart to thee ; 
 All my powers to thee surrender, 
 
 Thine, . ud only thine, to be. 
 
 2 
 
 Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me, 
 Let my youthful heart be thine; 
 
 Thy devoted servant make me. 
 Fill my soul with love divine. 
 
 8 
 Send me. Lord, where thou wilt send me, 
 
 Only do thou guide my way ; 
 May thy grace through life attend me. 
 
 Gladly then shall I obey. 
 
 4 
 
 Thine I am, O Lord, for ever, 
 
 To thy service set apart ; 
 Suffer me to leave thee never ; 
 
 Seal thine image on my heart. 
 
 —J. Burton. 
 
 277 [Tune 277. 
 
 / will answer thee, 
 
 1 
 
 Father, bless our school to-day; 
 Be in aU v,'« do and say ; 
 Be in every song we sing, 
 Every prayer to thee we bring. 
 
 Oho. — Come, oh, come, and with us meet ; 
 And« while sitting at thy feet, 
 May we in the lesson see, 
 (Something drawing ua to thoe. 
 
 Jesus, welH)eloved Son- 
 May thy will by UB be done ; 
 Come and meet with us to-day; 
 Teach us, Lord, thyself, we pray. 
 
 8 
 
 Holy Spirit, mighty powe'r, 
 Consecrate this Sabbath hour; 
 Unto us thine unction give ; 
 Touch our souls that we may live. 
 
 4 
 Father, Holy Spirit, Son, 
 Sacred triune. Three m one. 
 Hear us, while once more we pray, 
 Bless our Sabbath-school to-day. 
 
 —Annie Cumming& 
 
 278 
 
 [Tunb278L 
 
 By prayer and 8uj)plication, with 
 thanksgiving, 
 
 1 
 
 One more hymn we'll sing at parting. 
 
 One more strain of grateful praise ; 
 While our purest thoughts and feelings 
 
 Mingle with the notes we raise ; 
 Children, teachers, loving parents, 
 
 All together join the lay: 
 Swell the chorus till the echo 
 
 Sounds along the heavenly way. 
 
 Cho. — One more^ hymn well eong at 
 parting. 
 One more hymn of grateful 
 praise ; 
 While our purest thoughts and 
 feelings 
 Mingle with the notes we raise. 
 
 2 
 
 Be the measure sweetly tender; 
 
 Sing of mercy pure and free ; 
 Sing of Jesus, precious Saviour — 
 
 Him who died for you and me ; 
 Sing how great his loving-kindness 
 
 To his children day by day, — 
 How with gentle hand he leads them 
 
 All along the shining way. 
 3 
 Let us look by faith to Jesus, 
 
 Lowly bending at his feet ; 
 Humbly ask his love to g^iide us. 
 
 When we leave this dear retreat ; 
 Father, grant us now thy blessing ; 
 
 Saviour, make us ever thine; 
 Holy Spirit, be our comfort j 
 
 Fill our hearts with love divine. 
 
84 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 279 8,7,8,7,4,7. [VKsrERHtMN. 
 Those that geek me early cihallfind me. 
 
 1 
 God has said, "For ever blessed 
 
 Those who seek me in their vouth ; 
 They shall find the path of wibJom, 
 
 And the r^rrow vviiv of trath ; ' 
 Guide us, Savic .r, guide 'is, Saviour, 
 
 In the 1 . ; ; ./ '.vay of truth. 
 2 
 Be our strength, for we are wealoiess ; 
 
 Be our wisdom and our guide ; 
 May we walk in love and meekness, 
 
 Nearer to our Saviour's side ; 
 Naught can harm us, naught can harm us, 
 
 While we thus in thee abide. 
 S 
 Thus, when evening shades shall gather, 
 
 "We may turn our tearless eye 
 To the dwelling of our Father, 
 
 To our home beyond the sky ; 
 Gently passing, gently passing. 
 
 To the happy land on high. 
 
 — Unknown 
 
 280 8s&7s. [Tune 280. 
 He shall give his angels charge over thee. 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, 
 Bless thv little lamb to-night j 
 Through the darkness be thou lear me, 
 Keep me safe till morning light. 
 2 
 Through this day thy hand has led me, 
 
 Ana I thank thee for thy care ; 
 Thou hast wanned me, clothed, and fed 
 ma. 
 Listen to my evening prayer. 
 3 
 Let my sins be all foi^ven. 
 
 Bless the friends 1 love so well i 
 Take me, when I die, to heaven, 
 Happy there w;th thee to dwell. 
 
 — M- L. Duncan. 
 
 281 [TuNK 281. 
 Ivrill follow thee wheresoever thou uocst. 
 
 1 
 Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 
 I wouid follow tnee ; 
 Meek, and pure, and holy 
 
 'Jhy disc' pie be. 
 Free fro-.^ ^'n and folly, 
 
 I ree tvon. worldly str^e. 
 Trusting in tivy merit 
 
 Woe etem^i iife. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 
 Keep me near thy ride ? 
 Lest the world's allurements 
 
 Cause my feet to slide. 
 On the Rock of Ages, 
 
 Firmly let me stand. 
 Yielding strict obedience 
 
 To my Lord's command 
 3 
 Purer yet and purer, 
 
 I would be in mind. 
 Dearer yet and dearer. 
 
 Every duty find ; 
 Hoping still and trusting 
 
 God without a fear. 
 Patiently believing 
 
 He will make all clear. 
 4 
 Calmer yet and calmer. 
 
 Trial bsar and pain, 
 Surer yet and surer. 
 
 Peace at last to gain ; 
 Suffering still and doing. 
 
 To his will resigned. 
 And to God subdiiing 
 
 Heart, and will, and mind. 
 
 S. J. Vail. 
 
 282 83&7s. [TuNE28iV, 
 Tlie Lord is my Shepherd. 
 
 1 
 
 Gravnous Saviour, gentle Shepherd, 
 
 Little ones are dear to thee ; 
 Gathered with thine arms, and carried 
 
 In thy bosom, may we be. 
 
 Tender Shepherd, never leave us 
 
 From thy fold to go astray; 
 ^y thy look ' )f ..; < o directed. 
 
 May we wv'ik ^ ^e narrow way. 
 
 3 
 
 Taught to lisp the holy praises 
 Wliich on earth thy children sing, 
 
 May we with thy saints in glory 
 Join to praise our Lord and King. 
 
 ~J. E. Leeiion 
 
 283 [Tune ^1 
 
 And Jesus increased in. icisdom and statura, 
 and in/avour with Ood and man. 
 
 1 
 
 Gentle, holy Jesus, 
 
 Saviour meek and mild. 
 Thou who once wast fashioned 
 ~ Like a little child ; 
 
THE BABBATH. 
 
 85 
 
 AiKJ i;i gracG and meekness 
 
 Up to mdnhood grew ; 
 Sherii.g human weakness, 
 
 U^.^nru? riO^iow too. 
 2 
 It: «Jijr word so holy, 
 
 Saviour, we can see. 
 That of us thuu sayest, 
 
 "Let them come to me/* 
 Glad we come ! and render 
 
 All we have to give : 
 While our hearts are tender, 
 
 Help us, Lord, to live. 
 3 
 Like thy ; oung disciples, 
 
 That the world may see 
 We are taught by Jesus, 
 
 And have learned of thee 
 May we copy closely 
 
 Him we so much love, 
 Till we bear his likeness. 
 
 Perfected above. 
 
 —3Irs. Whitefield. 
 
 THE SABBATH. 
 
 284 L.M. [Hebron. 
 
 The Sabbath tnadefor man. 
 
 1 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise thy name, give thanks, and 
 
 sing; 
 To show thy love by Booming light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 
 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, 
 No mortal cares disturb my breast ; 
 Oh, may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 
 
 3 
 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, 
 And bless his works, and bless his word ; 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they 
 
 shine 1 
 How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 
 
 4 
 Fools never raise their thoughts so hij'h ; 
 Like brutes they live, like biiites they 
 
 die; 
 Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 
 Dooms them to everlasoing death. 
 
 5 
 But I shall share a glorious part 
 When grace has well refined my heart; 
 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
 Like holy oil to cheer my head. 
 
 6 
 Then shall I see, aud hear, and know 
 Ail I desired and wished below ; 
 And every powp- f .ij ,;wf b employ 
 In that oteruai world of joy 
 
 —Isnao WatU. 
 
 285 I^M. [Tunb99. 
 7^ bhall be a Sabbath of rest. 
 
 1 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 
 On this thy day, in this thy house ; 
 And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
 The songs v/hich from thy servants rise. 
 
 2 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, 
 But the) e's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our labouring souls aspire. 
 With ardent hope, and strong desire. 
 
 3 
 
 No more fatigue, no more distress. 
 Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
 No sighs shall mingle with the songs, 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 4 
 
 No rude alaiins of raging foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repose; 
 No midnight fhade, no clouded sim, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 5 
 
 Oh, long-expected day, begin ! 
 Dawn on these realms of woe and sinj 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 And sleep in death, to rest with God. 
 
 —Dr. Doddridge. 
 
 286 C.M. [TuNE26r 
 The Sabbath of the Lord thy Cod. 
 
 1 
 With joy we hail the sacred day 
 
 Which God has calleci his own; 
 With joy the summons \/e obey 
 
 To worship at his throne. 
 
 2 
 
 Thy chosen temples, Lord, how fair ! 
 
 As here thy servants throng 
 To breatli? tne humble, fervent prayer, 
 
 And pour tho grateful song. 
 
 3 
 
 Spirit of grace, oh, deign to dwell 
 
 Within thy church below ! 
 Make her in holiness excel. 
 
 With pure devotion glow. 
 
86 
 
 THE SOBIPnmKS. 
 
 Let peace within hei walls be found ; 
 
 Let all her sons unite 
 To spivad with holy zeal around 
 
 Thy gospel's glorious light. 
 
 5 
 Great God, w« hail the sacred day 
 
 Which thou hast called thine own ! 
 With joy the summons we obey 
 To worship at thy throne. 
 
 —Harriet Auber. 
 
 287 6-7s. 
 
 [Sabbath Morn. 
 
 Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. 
 
 1 
 Safely through another week, 
 
 God has brought us on our way ; 
 Let us now a blessing seek. 
 
 Waiting in his courts to-day j 
 D^ of all the week the best. 
 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 
 
 While we pray for pardoning grace. 
 Through our gyeat Redeemer's nanje, 
 
 Show thy reconciled face, 
 Take away ovx sin and shame ; 
 
 From our worldly cares set free, 
 May we rest this day in thee. 
 
 3 
 Here we come thy name to praise ; 
 May we feel thy presence near ; 
 May thy glory meet our eye?, 
 
 While we iii thy house appear; 
 Here afford us. Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 —J. Newton. 
 
 288 7s&6s. 
 
 [Tunf; ?7. 
 
 The Sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord. 
 
 1 
 
 Oh, day of rest and gladness. 
 
 Oh, day of joy and light, 
 Oh balm of care and sadness, 
 
 IVlost beautiful, most bv 'ght ; 
 On thee the high and lovAy 
 
 Before the eternal tii rons 
 Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 
 To the g^reat Three in One. 
 
 2 
 
 On thee, at the creation, 
 The light first had its birth ; 
 
 On thee for our salva tion, 
 Christ rose from depths of earth; 
 
 On thta our Lord victorious, 
 
 The Spirit sent from heaven ; 
 4 nd thus on thee most glorious 
 
 A triple light was given. 
 3 
 New graces ever gaining 
 
 From this our day of rest. 
 We reach the rest remaining 
 
 To spirits of the blest; 
 To Holy Ghost be praises, > 
 
 To Father, and to Son ; 
 The Church her voice upraises 
 
 To thee, blest Three in One. 
 
 —Bishop Wordsivorth. 
 
 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 289 [Tune 289. 
 
 The words that I speak unto you, they are 
 
 spirit, and they are life. 
 
 Sing them over again to me. 
 
 Wonderful words of Life, 
 Let me more of their beauty see, 
 
 Wonderful words of Life. 
 
 Words of life and beauty. 
 
 Teach me faith and duty ; 
 Eeautiful words, wonderful words, 
 
 Wonderful words of Life. 
 2 
 Christ, the blessed One, CTves to all 
 
 Wonderful words of Life ; 
 Sinner, list to the loving call, 
 
 Wonderful words of Life. 
 
 All so freely given. 
 
 Wooing us to heaven. 
 Beautiful words, wonderful words. 
 
 Wonderful words of Life. 
 3 
 Sweetly echo the gospel call, 
 
 Wonderful words of Life ; 
 Offer pardon and peace to all, 
 
 Wond^irful words of Life. 
 
 Jesuj, only Saviour, 
 
 Sanctify foipever. 
 Beautiful words, wonderful words, 
 
 Wonderful words of Life. 
 
 —P. P. Bliss. 
 
 290 
 
 [Wabd. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 / trust in thy tovrd. 
 
 Tliore '.8 a stream, whose gentle flow 
 8ui)piiee the city of our God ; 
 
 Life, love, and joy, still gliding throu^ht 
 And watering our divine abMOt 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 87 
 
 2 
 
 That sacred stream, thy holy Word, 
 Supports our faith, our fears controls; 
 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 3 
 
 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; 
 
 In sacred peace our souls abide. 
 While every nation, every shore. 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 —Isaac WatU. 
 
 201 L-^' [Germany. 
 
 All Scripture U given by inspiration o/ God. 
 
 1 
 Let everlasting glories crown 
 
 Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; 
 Thy hands have brought salvation down, 
 
 And writ the blessing in thy word. 
 
 2 
 
 In vain our trembling conscience seeks 
 Some solid ground to rest upon ; 
 
 With long despair our spirit breaks. 
 Till we apply to thee alone. 
 
 3 
 
 How well thy blessed truths agree I 
 How wise and holy thy commands 1 
 
 Thy promises, how firm they be ! 
 How firm our hope and comfort stands! 
 
 4 
 Should all the forms that men devise 
 
 Assault my faith with treacherous art, 
 I'd call them vanity and lies. 
 And bind thy Gospel to my heart. 
 
 — Isaac Watts. 
 
 292 CM. 
 
 [Tune 4. 
 
 Open thou mine eyes that I may behold won- 
 drous things out of thy law. 
 
 1 
 Father of all, in whom alone 
 
 We live, and move, and breathe, 
 One bright, celestial ray dart down, 
 
 And cheer thy sons beneath. 
 
 2 
 
 While in thy Word we search for thee. 
 We search with trembling awe ! 
 
 Open our eyes, and let us see 
 The wonders of thy law. 
 
 3 
 
 Now let our darkness comprehend 
 The light that shines so clear; 
 
 JTow the revealing Spirit send, 
 And give us ears to hear. 
 
 Before us make thy goodness pass, 
 Which here by faith we know ; 
 
 Let us in Jesus see thy face, 
 And die to all below. 
 
 -C. Weiley 
 
 293 4-7s. [Innocents. 
 
 From a child thou hast known the hoiy 
 Scriptures. 
 
 1 
 Holy Bible, book divine. 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine; 
 Mine, to tell me whence I came. 
 Mine, to teach me what I am; 
 
 2 
 Mine, to chide me when I rove. 
 Mine, to show a Saviour's love ; 
 Mine art thou, to guide my feet, 
 Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit. 
 
 3 
 Mine, to comfort in distress. 
 If the Holy Spirit bless ; 
 Mine, to show by living faith 
 Man can triumph over death ; 
 
 4 
 Mine, to tell of joys to come. 
 And the rebel sinner's doom ; 
 Holy Bible, book divine. 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine. 
 
 —J. Imrton. 
 
 294 CM. [Arjtold. 
 Thy Word is a lamp unto my f vet. 
 
 1 
 How precious is the book divine. 
 
 By inspiration given ! 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
 To point our souls to heaven. 
 2 
 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 
 
 In this dark vale of tears ; 
 Life, light, and joy it still imparts. 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 3 
 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 
 Of life, shall guide our way ; 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 —J. Fawcett. 
 
 295 C.M. [Tune 134. 
 
 Thy Word was to me the joy of my heart, * 
 
 Father of mercies, in thy word 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 
 For ever be thy name adored 
 For th«ie celestial lines. 
 
B8 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 Here may the wretched sons of want 
 
 Exhaustless riches find ; 
 Riches, above what earth can grant, 
 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 3 
 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 
 Attend the blissful souna. 
 
 4 
 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 
 
 Be thou for ever near ; 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 — Mi88 Steele. 
 
 296 
 
 [TUNK 296. 
 
 Unto you is the tvord of this salvation sent. 
 
 1 
 I love to tell the Story 
 
 Of unseen things above, 
 Of Jesus and Lis ^lory, 
 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 I love to tell the Story, 
 
 Because I know it's true; 
 It satisfies my longings, 
 
 As nothing else would do. 
 
 Ohc— I love to tell the Story, 
 
 'Twill be my theme in glory. 
 To tell the old, old Story 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 
 2 
 
 I love to tell the Story ! 
 
 'Tis pleasant to repeat 
 What seems, each time I tell it, 
 
 More wonderfully sweet; 
 I love to tell the Story ! 
 
 For some have never heard 
 The message of salvation 
 
 From God's own Holy Word. 
 
 I love to tell the Story ! 
 
 For those who know it best 
 Seem hungering and thirsting 
 
 To hear it, like the rest. 
 And when in scenes of glory, 
 
 I sing the new, new song, 
 'Twill be the old, old Story 
 
 That I have loved so long. 
 
 —Kate Hankey. 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 297 3. M. [Leominster. 
 
 The time is short. 
 1 
 A few more years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come ; 
 And we shall be 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 be where suns are not, 
 
 A far serener clime. 
 3 
 A few more storms shall beat 
 
 On this wild rocky shore ; 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 
 And surges swell no more. 
 4 
 A few more struggles here, 
 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 A few more toils, a few more tears, 
 
 And we shall weep no more. 
 5 
 A few more Sabbaths here 
 
 Shall cheer us on our way ; 
 And we shall reach the endless rest, 
 
 The eternal Sabbath-day. 
 
 'Tis but a little while 
 
 And he shall come again ; 
 Who died that we might live, who livee 
 
 That we with him may reign. 
 
 — Ji. Bonar. 
 
 THE ADVENT. 
 
 298 
 
 [Tune 298. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest. 
 1 
 Glory to God in the highest, 
 Glorj' to God ! glory to God ! 
 Glorv to God in the highest, 
 Shall be our song to-day. 
 Another year's rich mercies prove, 
 His ceaseless care and boundless love, 
 So let our loudest voices raise, 
 Our glad and grateful songs of praise. 
 
THE ADVENT. 
 
 » 
 
 Oho.— Glory to God in the highest, 
 Glory to God in the highest, 
 Olory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Glory be to God on nigu. 
 
 2 
 Glory to God in the highest, 
 Glory to God ! glory to God ! 
 Glory to God in the highest, 
 Shall be our song to-day. 
 The song that woke the glorious mom, 
 When David's greater Son was bom. 
 Sung by an heavenly host, and we, 
 Would join the angelic company. 
 
 3 
 
 Glory to God in the highest. 
 Glory to God ! glory to Go J ! 
 Glorv to God in the highest, 
 Shall be our song to-day. 
 Oh, may we an u: broken band, 
 Around the throne of Jesus stand, 
 And there with angels and the throng, 
 Of his redeemed ones join the song. 
 
 — W. T.Jttatson. 
 
 299 8,7,8,7,4,7. [Helmbley. 
 
 / bring you good tidings of great joy. 
 
 1 
 
 Angels, from the realms of glory. 
 Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; 
 
 Ye who sang creation's story. 
 Now proclaim Messiah's birth : 
 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 
 2 
 
 Shepherds, in the field abiding, 
 
 Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
 God with man is now residing ; 
 Yonder shines the infant light : 
 
 Come and worship. 
 Worship Christ, the new-b^m King. 
 3 
 Sages, leave your contemplations, 
 
 Brighter visions beam afar; 
 Seek the great Desire of nations ; 
 Ye have seen his natal star : 
 
 Come and worship. 
 Worship Christ, the new-born King. 
 4 
 Saints, before the altar bending, 
 
 Watching long in hope and fear. 
 Suddenly the Lord, descending, 
 In his temple shall appear : 
 
 Come and worship. 
 Worship Christ, the new-bom King. 
 
 —Montgomery. 
 
 300 lis & 10b. \Txnm79. 
 
 We have »eenhia ttmr t» Uu JSmiL 
 
 1 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the 
 morning. 
 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us 
 thine aid ; 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning^ ^ 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is 
 laid. 
 
 2 
 
 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are 
 shining 
 Low lies his bed with the beasts of tihe 
 stall ; 
 Angels adore him, in slumber recUning, 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of 
 all. 
 
 ,3 
 
 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 
 Odours of Edom, and offerings divine? 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of th« 
 
 ocean. 
 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from 
 
 the mine ? 
 
 4 
 
 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 
 Vainly with gifts would his favour 
 secure ; 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration; 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the 
 poor. 
 
 —Bish<^ Htbtr. 
 
 301 7s. 
 
 [MENDBJiSSOBlf. 
 
 Praising God and saying, Glory to Ood in 
 the highest. 
 
 1 
 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
 "Glory to the new-bom Kin^, 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
 God and sinners reconciled." 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,^ 
 Join the triumph of the skies ; 
 With angelic hosts proclaim, 
 "Christ IS born in Bethlehem !" 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new-born King." 
 
 2 
 
 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
 Christ, the everlasting Lord ; 
 Late in time, behold him come, 
 Offspring ot a virgin's womb. 
 
90 
 
 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-bom Prince of Peace ! 
 Hail the Sun of righteousness ! 
 Light and life to all he brings, 
 Risen with healing in his wmgs. 
 Mild he lays his glory by, 
 Bom that man no more may die, 
 ' Bom to raise the sons of earth, 
 Bom to give them second birth. 
 
 — C. Wedey 
 
 302 8s&7s. [Tune 302. 
 On earth peace, good-will toward men. 
 
 1 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 
 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
 Ito ! the angelic host rejoices; 
 
 Heavenly hallelujah's rise. 
 
 Cho. — Listen to the wondrous story, 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of 
 
 joy: 
 . "Glory m the highest, glory. 
 Glory be to God most high ! ' 
 
 2 
 
 Peace on earth, good-will from htidiven, 
 
 Reaching far as man is found ; 
 Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, 
 
 Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
 3 
 Christ is bom, the great Anointed ; 
 
 Heaven and earth his praises sing ; 
 Oh, receive whom God appointed. 
 
 For yoiw Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 ~-J. Cawood. 
 
 303 [Tune 303. 
 Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel 
 
 to every creature. 
 
 1 
 The Gospel bells are ringing, 
 
 Over land, from sea to sea : 
 Blessed news of free salvation 
 
 Do they offer you and me. 
 "For God so loved the world 
 
 That his only Son he gave. 
 Whosoe'er believeth in him 
 
 Everlasting life shall have. " 
 
 Cho. ^Gospel bells, how they ring; 
 Over land, from sea to sea; 
 Crospel bells freely bring 
 , Blessed news to you and me. 
 
 The Gospel beUs invite us 
 
 To a feast prepared for all; 
 Do not slight the invitation, 
 
 Nor reject the gracious cidl. 
 " I am the Bread of Life ; 
 
 Eat of me, thou hungry soul, 
 Though your sins be red as crimson, 
 
 They shall be as white as wool." 
 
 3 
 
 The Gospel bells give warning. 
 
 As they sound from day to day. 
 Of the fate which doth await them 
 
 Who forever will delay, 
 *' Escape ye, for thy life; ^ 
 
 Tarrjr not in all the plain, 
 Nor behind thee look, oh, never, 
 
 Lest thou be consumed in pain." 
 
 4 
 
 The Gospel bells are joyful, 
 
 As they echo far and wide, 
 Bearing notes of perfect pardon, 
 
 Throu|fh a Saviour crucified. 
 "Good tidings of great joy 
 
 To all people do I bring. 
 Unto you is oom a Saviour, 
 
 Which is Christ the Lord " and King. 
 
 — J. H. Martin. 
 
 304 C.M. [Antiooh. 
 
 The Lord reigneth, let the earth rejoice. 
 
 1 
 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ; 
 
 Let earth receive her King ; 
 Let every heart prepare him room. 
 
 And heaven and nature sing. 
 
 2 
 
 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns; 
 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
 ' plains 
 
 Repeat the soundmg joy. 
 
 3 
 
 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 
 ile rules the world with truth and'gniOB} 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his ri£[hteou8ne£n, - 
 
 And wonders of his love. ^ . 
 
THE CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 91 
 
 THE CRUCIFIXION. 
 
 306 L* ^* [Hamburq. 
 
 Ood forbid that I should glory, save in the 
 croM of our Lord Jesun Christ . 
 
 1 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 
 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 
 
 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 8 
 
 Sue, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ! 
 
 4 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were an offering far too small; 
 Love so amazing, so divine. 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. • 
 
 —Isaac Watts. 
 
 306 c.M. 
 
 [Tune 104. 
 
 There they crucified him. 
 1 
 Behold the Saviour of mankind, 
 
 Nailed to the shameful tree ! 
 How vast the love that him inclined 
 To bleed and die for thee. 
 
 2 
 
 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, 
 And earth's strong pillars bend ; 
 
 The temple's Veil in sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 8 
 
 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid, 
 " Receive my soul," he cries ! 
 
 See where he bows his sacred head ; 
 He bows his head, and dies ! 
 
 4 
 Bataocm he'll break death's envious chain, 
 
 Ancl in full glory shine : 
 O !Laa(& of Grod ! was ever pain, 
 W^^lever love, like thine? 
 
 S. Wesley, Sen. 
 
 307 C.M. ^ [TunkSOT. 
 
 Lord, remember me when thou comest into 
 
 thy kingdom. 
 
 1 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 
 And did my Sovereign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 
 Cho. — Help me, dear Saviour, thee to 
 own. 
 And ever faithful be ; [throno, 
 And when thou sittest on thy 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 
 
 Was it for crimes that I have don§, 
 
 He ^oaned upon the tree ? 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 3 
 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in. 
 When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 
 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 4 
 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
 
 While nis dear cross appears ; 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness 
 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 5 
 But drops of grief can ne'er repo^y 
 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 
 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 —Isaac Wattt. 
 
 THE RESURRECTION. 
 
 308 [Tune 308. 
 
 He rose from the dead according to the 
 
 Scriptures. ^ 
 
 Low in the grave he lay — 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! 
 Waiting the coming day — 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 Cho. — Up from the grave he arose, 
 
 With a mighty triumph o'er his 
 
 foes; [domain. 
 
 He arose a Victor from the dark 
 And he lives forever with hi» 
 
 saints to reign ; 
 He arose ! He arose ! 
 Hallelujah ! Christ arose ! 
 
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 THE RESURRECTION. 
 
 Vainly they watched his bed- 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! 
 
 Vainly they seal the de;>xi — 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 3 
 
 Death cannot keep his prey — 
 Jesus, my Saviour ! 
 
 He tore the bars away — 
 Jesus, my Lord I 
 
 —Rev. R. Lowry. 
 
 309 [TUNB 309. 
 Grave, where is thy victory f 
 
 Ring, ring the bells over ocean and shore, 
 Jesus, the Risen, shall sufifer no more ; 
 Jesus, the Risen, is mighty to save ; 
 Where is thy strength and thy victory, 
 O Grave? 
 
 Cho. — Ringj rinff the bells, ring, ring, 
 ring the bells, 
 Ring them joyfully, joyfully j 
 Lift the voice and sing ; 
 Death is vanc[uished, and the 
 Lord is Kmg. 
 
 2 
 Break from your bondage of Winter, O 
 
 Earth, 
 Wake to a Springtime of music and 
 
 mirth ; ^ 
 Blotfsom aad sing, for your darkness is 
 
 «done; 
 Jesosiiath risen, thy life-gfiving Sun. 
 
 3 
 Ring, ring the tidings with joy in the 
 
 clunie, 
 Down through the shadows of error 
 
 and crime I 
 lling to the spirit of bondman and free, 
 "Jesus is risen, and liveth for thee." 
 
 —Flora L. Be$t. 
 
 310 8-7S. [Martyn. 
 Mary stood without at the aepuiehr* 
 
 weeping, 
 
 1 
 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 
 
 Hasted at the early dawn ; 
 ^mee she brought, and rich perfume, 
 
 But the Lora she loved had gone ; 
 For a while she lingering stood. 
 
 Filled with sorrow and surprise, 
 Tremblinff, while a crystal fl<x)d 
 
 Issued mna her weeping eyes. 
 
 But her sorrow quiqkly fted 
 
 When she heard nis welcome voice; 
 Christ had risen from the dead — 
 
 Now he bids her heart rejoice. 
 What a change his vvord can make. 
 
 Turning darkness into day I 
 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. h. Marsh. 
 
 311 4- 7s. [Mbbot. 
 
 He is risen, as he said. 
 
 1 
 " Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day," 
 Sons of men and angeis say ; 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
 Sing, ye heavens ; thou earth, reply. 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done; 
 Fought the fight, the battle won; 
 Lo ! the sun's eclipse is o'er, 
 Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 
 
 3 
 Lives again our glorious King; 
 Where, O Death, is now thy sting? 
 Once he died our souls to save ; 
 Where's thy victory, loasting grave? 
 
 4 
 King of glory ! Soul of bliss I 
 Everlastmg life is this, — 
 Thee to know, thy power to prova^ 
 Thus to sing and thus to love. 
 
 — C. Wesley. 
 
 312 8,7,8,7,4,7. [TCNB314. 
 He is not here, for he is risen. 
 
 1 
 Come, ye saints, beholdiind wonder, 
 
 See the place where Jesus lay ; 
 He has burst his bands asunder; 
 He has borne our sins away; 
 Joyful tidings 1 
 r Yes, the Lord has risen to^dagr* . -,v 
 
TH£ ASCENSION. 
 
 93 
 
 Jesus triumphs ! sing ye praises ; 
 
 By his death he overcame ; 
 Thus the Lord his glory raises, 
 Thus he fills his foes with shame : 
 
 Sing ve praises! 
 Praises to the Victor's name. 
 3 
 Jesus triumphs ! countless legions 
 
 Come from heaven to meet their King ; 
 Soon, in vonder blessed regions, 
 They shall join his praise to sing; 
 
 Songs eternal 
 Shall through heaven's high arches 
 ring. 
 
 —T. Kelly. 
 
 of believers. 
 
 313 [Tune 313. 
 
 Beeatue I live, ye shall live also. 
 
 1 
 We shall sleep, but not forever. 
 
 There will be a glorious dawn ! 
 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, 
 
 Coimtless throngs shall rise a^ain. 
 
 Cho. — ^We shall sleep, but not forever, 
 There will be a glorious dawn ; 
 We shall meet to part — no, never. 
 On the resurrection mom 1 
 
 2 
 When we see a precious blossom 
 
 That we tended with such c:;*re, 
 Rudely taken from our bosom, ^ 
 
 How our aching hearts despair! 
 Round its little grave we linger, 
 
 Till the setting sun is low. 
 Feeling a,ll our hopes have perished 
 
 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. 
 Xd the bright, eternal city 
 
 Death can never, never come ! 
 |b his own gpod time he'll call us 
 
 From our rest to Home, sweet Home. 
 
 THE ASCENSION. 
 
 314 [Tune 314. 
 
 The King of glory thall come it). 
 
 1 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorioos; 
 
 See the " Man of Sorrows ** now 
 From the fight return victorious : 
 
 Every knee to him shall bow ! 
 
 Cho. — Crown him! crown him! angels, 
 crown him ! 
 Crown the Saviour "King of 
 kings!" 
 Crown him! crown him! angeb, 
 crown him ! 
 Crown the Saviour "King of 
 kings!" 
 
 2 
 Crown the Saviour ! angels, crown him ! 
 
 Rich the trophies Jesus brings : 
 In the seat of power enthrone him, 
 While the vault of heaven rings ! 
 8 
 Sinners in derision crowned him,^ 
 
 Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
 Saints and angels crowd around him, 
 Own hi'.<i title, praise his name. 
 4 
 Hark the bursts of acclamation I 
 
 Hark those loud triumphant chords ! 
 Jesus takes the highest station. 
 Oh, what joy the sight affords ! 
 
 —T.KMy. 
 
 [TuN:p816. 
 'vrd. t(f lord*. 
 
 316 
 
 King of kingt, alia 
 1 
 Oh, praise ye the Lord with 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 Glory, 
 
 Thou art exalted forover, evermore; 
 
 King of Glory, 
 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; 
 
 ^ ^ 
 
 ^'J-. 
 
- J 
 
 u 
 
 MISSIONARY. 
 
 The l^ons of death and the ' casting 
 
 grave ^ 
 Are trophies of him who is mighty to 
 
 save. 
 
 3 
 Oh, lift up your heads, all ye portals fair, 
 For the_Kin^ everlastingto 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 ! 
 Unto him all the praise let his children 
 
 sing; 
 His truth and his mercy shall be our 
 
 light. 
 A pillar to lead us by day and by night. 
 
 — 2>.D. 
 
 316 [TUNB316. 
 
 He ascended up on high. 
 
 1 
 
 Grolden harps are sounding. 
 
 Angel voices ring. 
 Pearly gates are opened, 
 
 Opened for the King. 
 Ghnst, the King of glory, 
 
 Jesus, King of love. 
 Is gone up in triumph, 
 
 To his throne above. 
 
 Cho. — ^All his work is ended. 
 Joyfully we sing; 
 Jesus hath ascended ! 
 Glory to our King ! 
 
 He who came to save us. 
 
 He who bled and died. 
 Now is crowned with gladness 
 
 At his Father's side. 
 Never more to suffer. 
 
 Never more to die, 
 Jesus, King of g^ory, 
 
 Is gone up on hign. 
 
 3 
 
 Praying for his children 
 
 In that blessed place, 
 Calling them to glory. 
 
 Sending them nis grace ; 
 His bright home preparing. 
 
 Little ones, for you; 
 Jesus ever liveth, 
 
 JJver Joveth toa - 
 
 — F. R> Havergal 
 
 MISSIONARY. 
 
 317 L.M. [TUNBS17. 
 He tkall have dominion firom the river unto 
 
 the ende qf 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. 
 And praises throng to crown his head ; 
 His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 
 
 Peoples and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their young hosannas to his name. 
 Blessings abound where'er he reifpis ; 
 The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; 
 The weaiT 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 more ; 
 In him the tribes of Adam boast 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 Let every creature rise, and bring 
 Its grrateful honours to our Kin^ ; 
 Angels descend with songs agam, " 
 And earth prolong the jojrfulstrain. 
 
 — leaae Watte. 
 
 318 7s&6s. [Tune 262. 
 Freely ye have received, freely give. 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strandj 
 Where Af ric's sunny fountains 
 
 Boll down their golden sand. 
 From many aiv ancient river. 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 2 
 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's iole, 
 Though every prospect pleases, < 
 
 And only man is vile I 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strewn ; 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood iwd stooa. 
 
 m. 
 
 > 
 
MISSIONARY. 
 
 95 
 
 3 
 
 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 jovful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messiah's name. 
 
 4 
 
 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story. 
 
 Ana you, ye waters, roll. 
 Till, like a sea of glory. 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole; 
 Till o'er our ransomed natui'e. 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 — Bishop Heber. 
 
 319 
 
 [Tune 195. 
 
 7s&6s. 
 
 Thedaycometh. 
 1 
 The morning light is breaking; 
 
 The darkness disappears; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears : 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 
 
 Brin||p3 tidings from afar. 
 Of nations in commotion. 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 2 
 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God we lov^ 
 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 thv richness stay ; 
 Stay not till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home; 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Iroclaim, "The Lord is come!" 
 
 —S. F. Smith. 
 
 3^91 
 
 S. M. [St. Michael. 
 
 hand qfthe Lord was toith them. 
 1 
 Lord, if at thy command 
 
 The word of life we sow. 
 Watered by thy almighty hand, 
 Tb© seea shaU-surdfy wfow : 
 
 The virtue of thy grace 
 A* large increase shall give, 
 
 And piultiply the faithful race 
 Who to thy glory live. 
 
 Now then the ceasless shower 
 
 Of gospel blessings send. 
 And let the soul-converting power 
 
 Thy ministers attend. 
 
 4 
 
 On midtitudes confer 
 The heart-renewing love. 
 
 And by the joy of grace prepare 
 For fuller joys above. 
 
 — C. Wesley^ 
 
 321 [Tune 321. 
 
 ItahaUcometopassinthekutdayt.. / 
 
 1 
 
 A better day is coming, 
 
 A morning promised long. 
 When girded Right, vrith 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. 
 
 Oho.— Coming by-and-by, coming by-and 
 by! 
 The better day is cominrr. 
 The morning draweth nign ; 
 Coming by-and-by, oommg-by- 
 and-by ! 
 The welcome dawn will hasten on, 
 'Tis coming by-and-by. 
 
 2 
 
 The boast^of haughty Error, 
 
 No more will fill the air, 
 But Age and Youth will love the Truth, 
 
 And spread it everywhere ; 
 No more from want and sorrow 
 
 Will come the hopeless cry ; 
 And strife will cease, and perfect PeacQ 
 
 Will flourish by-and-by, 
 
 3 
 
 Oh ! for that holy dawning 
 We watch, and wait, and pray. 
 
 Till o'er the height the morning lights 
 Shall drive the gloom away ; 
 
 And when the heavenly glory 
 Shall flood the earth and sky, 
 
 We'^ bless the Lord for all his Word^ . 
 
 •And pwwse hm by-a»d-by. 
 
•. 
 
 96 
 
 MORNETG AND EVENING. 
 
 322 78. [TunbSOL 
 
 Batteli^ t for the Lord God omnipotent 
 reigneth. 
 
 1 
 Hark I the song of jubilee ; 
 
 Loud as mighty thunders roarj 
 Or the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shore; 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 
 God omnipotent shall reig^n; 
 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 )rd: he speaks — 'tis 
 done, 
 And the kingdoms of this world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 3 
 H& shall reign from pole to pole 
 
 With illimitable swav ; 
 *He shall reign when, like a scroll, 
 
 Yonder heavens ht.ve passed away : 
 Then the end ; — beneath nis rod,. 
 
 Man's last enemy shall fall; 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 
 God in Christ, is all in all. 
 
 —Montgomery' 
 
 323 [Tune 323. 
 
 No man eared for my 8oul. 
 
 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 a^ain ! 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 Ioyeme,~a ijoor little boy? 
 Send unto m^ the good tidings of joy ? 
 Need I not perish ? my band will he hxM ? 
 Ncdbody ever (he story has told I " • 
 
 8 
 Bending, we>caught the last words of his 
 
 breath. 
 Just as he entered the valley of death : 
 " God sent his Son !— whosoever ? "'—said 
 
 V he; 
 " Then I am sure that he sent him for 
 me!" 
 
 4 
 Smiling, he said, as bis last sigh was spent, 
 " I am so glad that for m© he was sent ! ' 
 Whispered, while low sank the^un in the 
 
 west, 
 "Lord, I believe! tell it now to the 
 rest!" 
 
 —Mrs. M. B. Slade. 
 
 MORNING AND EVENING. 
 
 324 L.M. 
 
 [Morning Htmn. 
 
 When I awaket I am etill vnth 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 impro^ e take care; 
 For the great day thyself prepare. 
 
 3 
 
 Let all thy converse be sincere, 
 
 Thy conscience ap 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. 
 
 —£iehop Ken. 
 
 326 L. M. [Evening Htmn. 
 
 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 kingi 
 Beneath thine own almighty wingsT 
 
MORKINaAND JSVlSNINa 
 
 97 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ills that I this day have done ; 
 Th^t, 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. 
 
 —Bithop Ken. 
 
 O 4-7s. [Vespers. 
 
 Blew me, even me also, my J'ather. 
 1 
 Now the daylight goes away, 
 Saviour, listen while I pray. 
 Asking thee to watch and keep. 
 And to send me quiet sleep. Amen. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, wash away, 
 AH that has been wrong to-day ; 
 Help me every day to be 
 Gkx)d and gentle, more like thee. 
 
 3 
 
 Let 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 that 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 Havergdl. 
 
 327 4-78. [Tune 268. 
 
 It shall be a Sabbath of rest. 
 
 1 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 Whoi the Christian's course is run. 
 
 7 
 
 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
 O'er the earth as daylight fades; 
 All things tell of calm repose, 
 ' At the holy Sabbath's close. 
 
 3 
 Peace is on the world abroad; 
 •Tis the holy peace of God, 
 Symbol of the pea.ce 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 th6e, 
 Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er snail close. 
 
 "S. F. Smith. 
 
 328 L.M. [TUN3187. 
 My presence shall go rvith thee, and I will 
 
 give thee rest. 
 
 1 
 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if thou be near ; ^ 
 
 Oh, may no earth-bom cloud arise. 
 To hide thee from thy servant's eyes I 
 
 2 
 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep. 
 Be my last thought, nowi sweet to re 
 For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 
 
 Abide with me from mom till ev^ 
 For without thee I cannot live : 
 Abide with me when night is nigh. 
 For withvtut thee I dare not die. 
 
 4 
 Come near and bless us when we wake. 
 Ere through the world our way wo take; 
 Till, in the ocean of thy love, 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 
 -J.KM9. 
 
 329 10s. [St. Aonh. 
 
 The Lord will bless his people with peace. 
 
 1 
 Saviour, again to thy dear name we ndse 
 With one accord our parting hymn dt 
 
 praise; 
 We stand to bless thee ere our worship 
 
 cease, - [peace. 
 
 Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word <d 
 
 
98 
 
 TEMPKRANOS. 
 
 y 
 
 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward 
 
 wav; 
 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 peace, Lord, through the 
 
 coming nighty 
 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 m 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. Elltrton. 
 
 330 10s. [Eventide. 
 
 AWlA with uni for it is tovjarda evening. 
 
 1 
 
 Abide with me, fast falls the eventide ; 
 
 The darkness deepens; Lord, with me 
 
 "^bide ! 
 W.':i\ Other helpers fail, and comforts 
 
 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 
 tne! 
 
 3 
 I need thy presence civery passing hour ; 
 What but tny grace can foil the tempter's 
 
 pjmer? 
 , Who like thyseU my guide and stay can 
 
 be? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide 
 with me! 
 
 4 
 Beveal thyself before my closing eyes ; 
 Shine through the gloom, and pomt me 
 
 to the skies. 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's 
 
 vain shadows flee ; ■ 
 In Hfe and death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 — fl. F. LyU. 
 
 331 88 & 78. [Italian Chobale. 
 
 Be $haU give hia angeU charge over thee. 
 1 ^ 
 
 Saviour, bi-eathe an evsning blessing, 
 
 Ere repose our spirits seal ; ' 
 Sin and want we come confessing; 
 
 Thou canst save and thou canst heaL 
 Though destniction walk around us. 
 
 Though the arrows past us 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 who, never weary, 
 
 Watchest where thy people be. 
 Should swift death this nignt o'ertake us. 
 
 And our couch become our tomb. 
 May the mom in heaven awake us. 
 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
 —J. Edmeaton. 
 
 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 332 [TUNB332. 
 
 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 ! . v . 
 
 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 ! 
 
 3 
 
 All its mirth is but a snare — ^Dash it 
 
 down! 
 All its promises are air — Dash it down l 
 All its pleasures turn to sin, 
 If its sway but once begin, 
 While it draws its victim in — Pash/ii' 
 down! -^ 
 
 
TBMI'ERAKOS. 
 
 99 
 
 333 [Tune 333. 
 
 Thou Ratt given thetn a biinnw, heeauu C{f 
 
 the trutfi. 
 
 1 
 
 The army of temperance is gathering its 
 
 men, 
 From hiU-trp and mountain, from valley 
 
 and glen ; 
 Cold water's ouv beverage, we are lusty 
 
 and 6tron|^, 
 Then come jom our army and be inarch- 
 ing along. 
 
 Oho.— Marrhing 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 alc^'hoPs army is mustenng in 
 might, 
 
 Then come to the rescue, come join in 
 the fight; 
 
 With love on our banner and love in our 
 song. 
 
 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 jom our army and be march- 
 ing along. 
 
 4 
 
 From mountain to lakes, from the gulf 
 to the strand. 
 
 Our army is marchirg in strength through 
 the land ; 
 
 In Love, Faith, and Purity we still]will 
 grow bbi-ong, 
 
 Then come join our army and be march- 
 ing along. 
 
 T. W. Buvce. 
 
 334 [Tune 334. 
 
 Tout rederAption draweth nigh. 
 
 ^»)i \ the temperance bells are ringing, 
 Jo^us music fills the air ; [ing 
 
 iStri^agCh and hope their tones are brmg* 
 To we homes where dwelt despair. 
 
 Cho. — Hear the bells, joyous bells, 
 
 Chime the anthem of the free; 
 Hear the bells, merry bells, 
 Soimd 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 tottering throne. 
 
 8 
 
 Brothers, come ! the hosts are forming! 
 
 Let us join without delay ; 
 Bright the hills with tints of morning, 
 
 Dawning of a better day. 
 
 — Wm. Stevenmm. 
 
 33E [Tune .^86. 
 
 He hath sent me to bind up the broken 
 
 hearted. 
 
 Homes there are of want and sorrow, 
 
 Where the sunlight ne'er appears; 
 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 biQd the heart that's broken, 
 
 None to point to realms above. 
 
 Cho. — Go in Jesus' name and help them, 
 Gro with tender love and ciure; 
 Go, reclaim the lost JEmd fa~ 
 Go, with eariiest pie 
 prayer. 
 
 2 
 
 There are hearts so sod and weary, 
 
 Weak^ and faint, and sore opprest; 
 Hungering for the words of comfort, 
 
 Longing for the boon of rest. 
 There are children lonely, crying 
 
 For a x)arent's watchful care ; 
 For the want of food they're dying'. 
 
 Sinking low in deep despair. 
 
 8 
 
 ITiere are fathers, mothers, brothers. 
 
 Bound in chains of sin and shame> 
 Nothing but the power of Jesus 
 
 Can the guilty hearts reclaim. 
 Rum hath wrought this woe and ruin, 
 
 Robbed these homeo of daily food, 
 Fettered every noble unpulae, 
 
 Every true desire for good. 
 
 ■^Mn. R W. Chapman, 
 
 
100 
 
 TEMPBRANOm 
 
 336 ^'v^^ 336. 
 
 My Fathtr, be thou thegw^e of my youth. 
 
 1 
 
 You're starting:, my boy, on life'% journey, 
 
 Along the grand highway of life ; 
 You'll meet with a thousand tempta- 
 tions — 
 
 Each city with evil is rife. 
 This worm is a stage of exoitement, 
 
 There's danger wherever you go ; 
 But if you are tempted in weakness, 
 
 Have,courage, my boy, to say No ! 
 
 Oho.— Have courage, my boy. to say No ! 
 Have courage, my boy, to say 
 No! 
 Have couri^e, my boy, have cour- 
 age, my boy, 
 Have courage, my boy, to say 
 No! 
 
 2 
 In courage aione lies your safety. 
 
 When you the long journey begin; 
 Your trust in a heavenly Father 
 
 Will keep you unspotted from sin. 
 Temptations 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 ! 
 
 8 
 
 Be careful in choosing companions, 
 Seek only the brave and the true ; 
 And stand by^our friends when in trial. 
 
 Ne'er chcnarmg the old for the new; 
 And when by false frieinds 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 ! 
 
 — itoy Palmer. 
 
 337 [TUNB337. 
 
 Lo, I am toith 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, 
 Toudi not, tante not, lest they die. 
 
 Warn the drunkard of his state. 
 Rouse him ere it be too late ; 
 Tell him hopie doth ^et remain, 
 If he- only will abstain. 
 
 Warn them all with feeling heart. 
 In this sin to take np part. 
 Warn them all this curse to shim, 
 Whish hath multitudes undone. 
 
 338 
 
 [Tune 338. 
 
 Awake, put on thy strength, 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 yoiu: aid. 
 
 Cho.— Join us good and holy, 
 
 Better days cqme 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 Grod, 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 nch 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 cnerish. 
 And the foe unchecked below, 
 Destroy our best and bravest? 
 Talents, time, and life are fljring, 
 We shall soon be with the dying, 
 For thy sake ourselves denying. 
 Love U3 Lord not less. 
 
 ■^A. Sargent 
 
 (Si.i 
 
PATRIonO— NEW YEAR. 
 
 101 
 
 339 [TUNB839. 
 
 Preach deliverance to the captive. 
 
 1 
 Give thanks unto God, t. ao is 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 
 every fear. 
 
 Oho. — Arise! arise! arise, for thy light 
 is come ! 
 Arise ! arise ! arise, for thy light 
 is come ! 
 The light of truth 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 liis 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 whose 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. Servoae. 
 
 Through every changing soene^ 
 O Lora, 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 p^ive us cause 
 To sing with heart and voice 
 
 God save the Queen. 
 
 —National Anthetiu 
 
 PATRIOTIC. 
 
 340 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. [Tunk340. 
 
 Pray for kings, and for all 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, 
 L-ong to reign over us ; 
 
 God save the Queen. 
 
 NEW YEAR. 
 
 341 L.M. [TU17B204. 
 
 Thou makeat the outgoing 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 goomiess crowns the circling year. 
 
 2 
 The flowery spring, at thy command, 
 Embalms t ' e air, and paints the land; 
 The summ* r rays with vigour shine, 
 To raise the <^ t, and cheer the vine. 
 
 3 
 Thy hand ^^ imn richly pours 
 Through all our coasts reaundant stores; 
 And winters, softened by thy care, 
 No more a face of horror wear. 
 
 4 
 Seasons, and months, and weeks, imd 
 
 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 
 Around thy board, and round our own. 
 
 6 
 Oh, may our inore harmonious tongue 
 In worlds unknown pursue the s^ng; 
 And in those brighter courts adore. 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 ;; • - —Doddridif*. 
 
102 
 
 laSOEIXANKOUS. 
 
 ., ^ , . 
 
 344 10,M1. [Tune 344. 
 
 WtU done, good andfaiihfui ttrmnt. 
 
 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 Master 
 appear. 
 
 2 
 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve. 
 By the patience of hope, and the labour 
 of love. 
 
 3 
 Oh, that each in the day of his coming 
 may say, 
 " I have fought my way through ; 
 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 I 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 
 
 throne." 
 
 — C. We$Uy. 
 
 342 0s&8i. Pabwbll. 
 
 E* wUl h9 owr Guide even unto death. 
 
 1 
 Ckmducted 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 ! 
 A grateful heart bestow ; 
 
 And let our future days, 
 Without reserve, O Lord, ber thine, — 
 Bid us awake, arise, and shine ! 
 
 3 
 
 If length of days be given. 
 
 Lord, as wo 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 0. M. [Tune 1.32. 
 
 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness. 
 
 1 
 Sing to the great Jehovah's praise ! 
 
 All praise to him belongs ; 
 Who kindly lengthens out our days, 
 
 Demands our choicest songs. 
 
 2 
 Wb providence hath brought us through 
 
 Another various year ; 
 We aU with vows and anthems ^ew ' 
 
 Before our God appear. 
 
 8 
 
 Father, thy mercies past we own, 
 
 Thy still continued 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. 
 
 • ■' 6 
 
 Our residue of days or hours 
 
 Thine, wholly thine, shall be, 
 And all our consecrated powers 
 
 A s^rifice to thee. 
 
 ^C, Wesley. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 346 [TuNB 346. 
 
 Set y&ur affections on things above. 
 
 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, Jesu?, my Saviour, 
 
 Is my name written thero.? 
 
 Cho. — Is my name written thera. 
 
 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 sv^dent for me ; 
 
\ 
 
 BflSOELLAKlBOTTa 
 
 108 
 
 For thy promise it 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 fivil thin^ oometh. 
 
 To despoil what is fair ; 
 Where the angels are watching : 
 
 Is my name written there ? 
 
 —Mary A. Kidder. 
 
 346 (^M. [Tune 21. 
 
 Oh, come let ut Hng unto the Lord. 
 
 1 
 Oh, come, let us sing un- j -to the | Lord : 
 let usheartily rejoice m the | strength 
 of I our sal- ] -vation. 
 2 
 Let us come before his presence | with 
 thanks- | -giving: and show ourselves 
 I glad in | nim with | psalms. 
 3 
 For the Lord is a i great — I God : anda 
 great | King a- 1 -bove all | gods. 
 4 
 In his hand are allcomers | of the | earth: 
 and the strength of the | hills is | his 
 — I also. 
 
 5 
 Theseaishis, | and he | made it: and his 
 hands pre- | -pared the | dry — | 
 land. 
 
 6 
 Oh, oome,let us worship | and fall | down: 
 and kneel be- i -tore the | Lord our 
 I Maker. 
 
 7 
 For he is the | Lord our | God : and we 
 are the people of his pasture, and the 
 I sheep of | nis— | lumd. 
 
 o 
 Oh, worship the Lord in the | beauty of | 
 holiness : let the whole earth | stand 
 in I awe of I him. 
 9 
 For he oometh, for he oometh to | judge 
 the I earth: -and with righteousness 
 to judge the world, and the | people 
 , :/ i with nis I truth. 
 / —^ 10 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 
 Son : Mi^ I to the I Holy | Ghost; 
 
 11 
 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, and I 
 ever | shall be: world f without | end. 
 A- I -men. 
 
 347 [Tune 347. 
 The acceptable year <\f the Lord. 
 
 May every year but draw more near. 
 The time when strife shall cease, 
 
 When truth and love all hearts shall move 
 To live iu joy and peace. 
 
 Now sorrow reigns and earth complains. 
 
 For folly still her power maintains. 
 
 Oho.— 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. 
 
 2 
 
 Though interest pleads that noble deeds 
 
 The world will not regard,^ 
 To noble minds when duty binds 
 
 No sacrifice is hard ; 
 In vain, and long, enduring wi-ong 
 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 ^ut few, 
 But hope has better thmgs in view. 
 
 348 7s. X^UBBMBUBO. 
 
 Cfodielove. 
 
 1 
 All things beautiful andJair, 
 Earth and sky and balmy air; 
 Sunny field and shady grove. 
 Gently whisper, "Goals lovel" 
 
 2 
 
 Every tree and flower we pass, 
 Every tuft of wavin^r GP^ass. 
 Every leaf and opening bud. 
 Seem to tell us "God is good!" 
 
 3 
 
 Little streams that glide along; / 
 Verdant, mossy banks among. 
 Shadowing forth the clouds above^ 
 Soft^ murmur, " God is love}*' - 
 

 iM 
 
 i$m/cm;wmim 
 
 He ni^ko dwelleth hi^h in heaven, 
 
 Unto us hath all things given; 
 
 Let us, as through life we move,- 
 
 Ever feel that "God is love ! » 
 
 '-Unknown, 
 
 349 [TUNK349. 
 
 3<jvf camett tJiou in hither not having o 
 wedding ffai-ment/ 
 
 1 
 CaUed to the feast by the King are we. 
 Sitting, perhaps, where his people be. 
 How will it fare, friend, with thee and 
 me. 
 When the King comes in ? 
 
 Oho.— When the King comes in, brother. 
 When the King comes in, 
 How will it fare with thee and me 
 When the KiQg comes in ? 
 
 2 
 Orawna on the head where the thorns 
 
 have been, 
 Glorified he who once died for men ; 
 S^dendid the vision before us then. 
 When the King comes in. 
 
 3 . 
 
 Ziike lightning's flash will that instant 
 
 show 
 Things hidden long from both friend and 
 
 foe, 
 Just what we are will each neighbour 
 know 
 ^ When the King comes in. 
 
 4 
 Ji^f ul shall his e^e on each one rest 
 Wno is in white wedding garments 
 
 dressed. 
 Ah, well for us if we stand the test 
 ^ When the King comes in. 
 
 — J» E. Landor, 
 
 SO ^' [3l*- Gbobqe. 
 
 Praise the Lord for his goodness. 
 
 1 
 Happy inan whom Grod doth aidl 
 Ck>d our souls and bodies made; 
 God on us, im gracious showers, 
 ]^e0sings every moment pours; 
 Ckffi^MUNsei) with an^l bands, 
 Bidti them bear us in their hands ; 
 IPuNsnts, firiends, 'twao God bMtowed^ 
 lM»t lu^ all, deiwend fKnnGod. 
 
 He this flowerv carpet spread, 
 Made the earth on which 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 I 
 
 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 everlastmg praise ! 
 
 ~C. Wesley. 
 
 351 {TunbSSL 
 
 ■ They went and told Jesus. 
 
 1 
 Wlien times of temptation bring sadness 
 and gloom, 
 I will tell it to JesUs, my "Lard ; 
 The last of earth's treasures borne out to 
 the tomb,' 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 This earth hath no sorrow for to-day 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 will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. ^^ 
 
 Oho.— I will tell it to Jestis, to Jesus, 
 my Lord, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, I will tell 
 it to Jesus, my Lord. 
 
 2 
 When out on the hill-tops, away from all 
 sin, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord ; 
 When joyous and happy the sunshine 
 within, 
 I will tell it to Jesus, my Lord. i 
 
 To know I'm forgiven is a foreta»te <^ 
 heaven, / ' 
 
 And Jesus is dearer to me than/bpfovib 
 Such peaoefulness fills me^ audi am oot^mv 
 thrills me, ^_ -;" \ v..%/ 
 
 I will toU it to Jesus, najr Lorfl. . 
 
 '"^■^ 
 

 W> 
 
 MISOBLI^ANEOtTS. 
 
 m 
 
 3 
 
 When weary with toiling, and ready to 
 faint, 
 I will 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 will 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. [Tunk47. 
 
 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. 
 And more graces for the good ; 
 
 There is mercy with the Saviour; 
 There is healing in his blood. 
 
 3 
 
 For the love of God is broader 
 Than the measure of man's mind ; 
 
 And the heart of the Eternal 
 Ij most infinitely kind. 
 
 If our love were but more simple, 
 
 We should take him at his \> trd ; 
 And (ttir lives woi Jd be aU sunshine. 
 • 1a ttbtt favour ol our Lord. 
 
 —F.W.Fabfin 
 
 363 I'M. [TuNBldS. 
 
 What wUt thou that I should do unto tMef 
 
 1 
 
 At even, 'erg 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 ! 
 2 
 Jnce 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 dispell 
 
 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 have not sought a friend in thee; 
 
 5 
 And all, O Lord, crave perfect rest, 
 
 And to be wholly free from sin ; 
 And thejr who fain would serve thee best 
 
 Are conscious most of wrong within. ' 
 
 6 
 
 Saviour Christ, thou too art man ; 
 Thou hast been troubled, temptedy 
 tried; 
 Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
 The very wounds that shame would 
 hide; 
 
 . 1' 
 Thy touch has still its ancient power; 
 
 Ino word from thee can fruitless fall; 
 
 Hear in this solemn evening hour,* 
 
 And in thy mercy hear us all. 
 
 —H. Twells. 
 
 354 [Tune 854 
 
 He maketh his sun to tine on the evil and the 
 good. 
 
 jl 
 Summer s\ms are glowing 
 
 Over land and sea, 
 Happy light is flowing. 
 
 Bountiful and free. 
 Every thing rejoices 
 
 In the mellow ray^. 
 All earth's thousand voices ^ 
 
 Swell the psalm of praiae. 
 
 ■ "1 
 
 f'f^t-Wl 
 
 '>i .. 
 
 ■^>r-*> 
 
m 
 
 MlSO^StLANBOtnS; 
 
 k 
 
 2 
 
 God's free mercy streameth 
 
 Over all the world, 
 And his banner gleameth 
 
 Everywhere unfurled. 
 Bruad and deep and glorious 
 
 As the heaven above, 
 Shines in might victorious 
 
 His etemtu 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. 
 
 366 V^^^ 3^* 
 
 The greatett of these is charity. 
 
 1 
 First among the Christian graces, 
 
 Love the crowning virtue stands; 
 liove 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 changee not. 
 Love that changes not, 
 Love that warms the heart to all. 
 Everywhere we go. 
 
 Are we loving, are we striving, 
 
 To obey our Master's will ? 
 We must pray for grace to help us, 
 
 His commandments to fulfil ; 
 We must keep this thought before us. 
 
 In the work wd try to do. 
 If we love our dear Redeemer, 
 
 We must love our neighbour too. 
 
 3 
 
 On the cross, O blessed 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 tauffht us yet anotner. 
 
 As thyself, thy neighbour love. 
 
 —Fanny Crosby. 
 
 366 [TuNSSSe. 
 Lei your light so shine, 
 
 1 
 Man^ souls on life's dark ocean, — 
 
 Void of helm or oar. 
 Battling with the waves' commotion, . 
 
 Seek a auiet 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, higher! 
 Hold the light up higher ^ hiohbr ! 
 Throw its flashes nigher, nigher! 
 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 upon the shoals. 
 Friends and comrades are in danger. 
 
 Save their precious souls. 
 
 3 
 
 Hold the %ht 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, 
 
 Thousanas need your aid; 
 Throw its flashes mgher, nigher, 
 
 Urge, constrain, persuade: 
 Borrow torches from the altar, 
 
 Blazing like the sun. 
 Hold them up, nor flag nor falter, 
 
 Till the work is done. ^ 
 
 —IT. Hunter. 
 
 ft 
 
 367 lOs. [Tune 329. 
 
 Before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been 
 evidently set forth, erueijied among jfou, 
 
 1 
 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face ; 
 Here faith can touch and handle things 
 unseen ; 
 Here -grasp with firmer hand the etonial 
 grace. 
 And all my weariness upon thee ] 
 
MII§^£IXAI^E!om 
 
 107 
 
 Here would I feed upon the bread of 
 Gk)d ; 
 Here drink with thee the royal wine 
 of heaven ; 
 Here Would I lay aside each earthly load ; 
 ' Here taste afresh the calm of sin for- 
 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 strengfth 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. 
 
 ^68 -CM. [Tune 4. 
 
 Surely the Lord is 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 ; 
 
 Grod of our fathers, be the God 
 Of their succeeding race I 
 
 3 
 Through each perplexing path of life 
 
 Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
 (xiv^ us each (Jay our daily bread, 
 
 And raiment fit provide. 
 
 Oh, spread thy oovering^ Mrings around, 
 Till all our wanderings cease. 
 
 And at our feather's loved abode 
 Our souIs»arrive in peace I 
 
 5 - 
 
 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 
 Our humble prayers implore ; 
 
 And thou shalt be our chosen God, 
 And portion evermore. 
 
 —Dr. Doddridge. 
 
 359 
 
 [Tpnb 359. 
 
 The rich and poor meet together. 
 
 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. E. Rankin. 
 
ADDITIONAL HYMNS 
 
 FOR 
 
 PRAYER CIRCLES, SOCIAL MEETINGS AND 
 ' SUNDAY SCHOOLS. 
 
 PRAYER AND PRAISE. 
 
 360 
 
 [Tune 360. 
 
 Jesus, name all names above, 
 
 Jesus, best and dearest, 
 Jesus, fount of perfect love, 
 
 UoUest, tenderest, nearest, 
 Jesus, source of grace completest, 
 
 Jesus purest, «Tesus sweetest, 
 Jesus, well of power divine. 
 
 Make me, keep me, seal me thine. 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, bending low, 
 
 On the sacred mountain, 
 Let me feel the vital flow 
 
 From the cleansing fountain. 
 Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, 
 ' And thy passion interceding, 
 Frontmy misery let me rise 
 
 To a Home in Paradise. 
 
 When I reach death's bitter sea, . 
 
 And its waves roll higher. 
 While the world forsaketh me, 
 
 And the storm draws nigher, 
 Jesus, leave me not to languish. 
 
 Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish ; 
 Tell me,—* ' Veriljr I say, 
 
 Thou ahalt be with me to-day." 
 
 — /. M. Neale. 
 
 361 
 
 [TuNB 361. 
 
 Jesus all my grief is sharing. 
 He my mansion is preparing. 
 When Pm trembling and despairing. 
 
 He will ever hear my call ; 
 When the storms around me sweeping, 
 Though in helplessness I'm sleeping, 
 I am safe in his own keeping, 
 
 This to me is best of all ; 
 
 Best of all, best of all, 
 I am safe in his own keeping. 
 
 This to me is best of all. 
 
 2 
 
 Jesus loves and watches o'er me. 
 When astray he will restore me ; 
 Angel guards he sends before.me, 
 
 Lest in fatal snares I fall ; 
 With his friends he hath enrolled me. 
 By his might he will uphold me. 
 In his arms he will enfold me. 
 
 This to me is best of all ; ' 
 
 Best of all, best of all. 
 In his arms he will enfold me, 
 
 This to me is best of all. 
 
 • 
 
 3 
 
 Jesus loves and he will guide me. 
 All I need he will provide me. 
 In his bosom he will hide me. 
 
 When the woes of life appal ; 
 He will hear my feeblest sighing, 
 Needful grace to me supplymg. 
 He'll be with me whenTm dying. 
 
 This to me is best of all ; 
 
 Best of all, best of all, ^ , 
 
 He'll be with me when I'm dying, 
 
 This to me is best of all. 
 
 — C. W. Ray, D.D. 
 
 ■■'■'>.<- 
 
i^AYJsk AND PRAXS;:. 
 
 109 
 
 362 
 
 [Tune 362. 
 
 O my Redeemer,- while thy throne ad- 
 dressing, 
 Clear are the visions of glory I see ; 
 Great is my rapture, love like thine pos- 
 sessing. 
 Life is an Eden bright where'er I be ; 
 O my Redeemer, rich in every blessing, 
 Now and forever do thou dwell in me. 
 
 I cannot falter if th^ hand uphold me, 
 I cannot wander if close to thy side ; 
 I cannot weary when thy Word has told 
 me 
 Thou art my refuge and my faithful 
 guide ; 
 O my Redeemer, thou hast still controlled 
 me ; 
 Safe in thy promise will my soul abide. 
 
 O my Redemer, lead the way before me. 
 
 Grant that thy spirit my light shall be ; 
 
 Gladly I follow, humbly I adore thee ; 
 
 • Under thy loving care I walk with thee* 
 
 O my Redeemer, hear me, I implore thee. 
 
 Let thy sweet image now be wrought 
 
 in me. 
 
 —F. J. a 
 
 363 
 
 [TCNB 363. 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love, 
 With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
 
 Rest upon us from above ! 
 Thus may we abide in union, 
 
 With each other and the Lord, 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 
 Joys which earth can not afford. 
 
 364 
 
 —J. Netoton. 
 
 [TUNB 36^. 
 
 Heat* ye now the gladsome tidings, , 
 Chnet, the Prince of Peace, draws near; 
 
 Shout the news to every nation, 
 Till the WOTld is full of dieer. 
 
 Cho.— Glory, glory in the highest. 
 Hear the angels sing again. 
 Glory, glory In the highest, 
 Peace on earth, gooowill to men. 
 
 Lo ! the morning star has risen. 
 O'er a dark and ruined earth ; 
 
 And from out the heavenly portals. 
 Is proclaimed a Saviour's birth. 
 
 Lift your heads ! ye heavy hearted ; 
 
 Shout for joy ! ye captive souls ; 
 Christ, the great Deliverer, cometh ; 
 
 How the heavenly music rolls. 
 
 Now tiiv. L-^rd of glory waiteth, 
 To redeem a world from sin ; 
 Throw each heart's-door wide to greet 
 him ; 
 Bid the King Immanuel in. 
 
 —if. E. Servo»9. 
 
 366 
 
 [TuNB 365. 
 
 Oh, let us be glad in our Saviour and 
 
 King, 
 No tongues ever had greater reason to 
 
 Our hearts we will raise with our voices 
 
 in song. 
 And give him the praise, to whom praises 
 
 belong. 
 
 Cho.— Be glad, be glad, 
 
 On, let us be glad in our King ; 
 Lift up happy voices and praise 
 nim. 
 Till space with his praises shall 
 ring. 
 
 2 
 
 His wonderful name makes our victory 
 
 sure, 
 We share in his fame, which shall ever. 
 
 endure ; 
 On earth we've his word and the gift of 
 
 his love ; " 
 
 The joy of tne Lord yet aMraits us above. 
 
m 
 
 ^%ATBB iLCJD PEAISBi: 
 
 n - 
 
 3 
 
 We bless ais dear nair.e through smiles 
 
 and through tears, 
 His love all tne same hath encompassed 
 
 our years : 
 Oh, who oould be sad when thus held in 
 
 his care ; 
 Come, let us be glad, and God's goodness 
 
 declare. 
 
 — Vinnie Vernon. 
 
 366 
 
 [Tune 366. 
 
 When I walk in God's clear sunlight. 
 With its beauty beaming fair, 
 
 Or when shadows seem to gather, 
 I may see him everywhere. 
 
 Cho. — He will lead me, he will lead me. 
 Be my true and constant guide; 
 He will lead me, he will lead me — 
 In his love I may abide. 
 
 2 
 
 Though amid the deepest darkness, 
 I may surely trust the Lord ; 
 
 He hath never yet forsaken — 
 He will keiep his promised word. 
 
 Though all friendships may be broken, 
 And the hand of death be laid. 
 
 In his, might and love confiding, 
 I shall never be afraid. 
 
 When to me shall come the glory 
 Of the heavenly mansions bright, 
 
 Still the song will I be singing 
 In that home of pure delight. 
 
 — C. R. Blackall. 
 
 367 
 
 [Tune 366. 
 
 At thy feet, our God and Father, 
 Who hast blest us all our days, 
 
 We with gppateful hearts would gather, 
 And begin the year with praise — 
 
 Praise for light so bnghtly shining 
 On our steps from heaven above ; 
 
 Praise for mercies daily twining 
 
 . Bound us golden cords of love. 
 
 Jesus, for thy love most tender 
 
 On the cross for sinners shown. 
 We would praise thee and surrender 
 
 All our hearts to be thine own. 
 With so true a Friend provided, 
 
 We upon our way would go. 
 Sure of being safely guided, 
 
 Guarded well from every foe. 
 
 3 
 
 Every day will be the brighter. 
 
 When thy gracious face we see ; 
 Every burden will be lighter. 
 
 When we know it comes from thee. 
 Spread thy love's broad banner o'er us, 
 
 Gil e us strength to serve and wait, 
 Till thy glorv breaks before us. 
 
 Through the city's open gate. 
 
 — J. D. Bums. 
 
 36& 
 
 [Tune 368. 
 
 O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen, 
 Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, 
 (Help me throughout life's changing scene, 
 By faith to cling to thee ! 
 
 2 
 
 What though the work' deceitful prove. 
 And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
 With patient, uncomplaining love, 
 Still would I cling to thee ! 
 
 o'f 
 
 Though oft I seem to tread alone 
 Life's dreary waste, with thorns 
 
 grown. 
 Thy voice of love, in ^^ ntlest tone, 
 Still whispers, *' Clmg to me ! " 
 
 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
 I ask not, need not au^ht beside ; 
 Sq safe, so calm, 'so satisfied. 
 The soul that clings to thee ! ' 
 
 —Misa C. Mliott. 
 
 369 
 
 [TCNIB 369. 
 
 Now the day is over, 
 Night is drawing nigh. 
 
 Shadows of the ev^iing 
 Steal acEOBB the sky. 
 
PRATKEt iJf X> fRAISE. 
 
 m 
 
 Jestu, giye the weary 
 Oalm and sweet repose ; 
 
 With thy tenderest blessing 
 May our eyelids dose. 
 
 Grant to little children 
 Visions bright of thee ; 
 
 Guard the sailor tossing 
 On the deep blue sea. 
 
 Through the long night-watches, 
 May thine angels spread 
 
 Their white wings above me, 
 Watching round my bed. 
 
 When the morning wakens, 
 
 Then may I arise, 
 Pure and fresh and sinless 
 
 111 thy holy eyes. 
 
 —S. B. Qotdd. 
 
 370 
 
 [TuNB 370. 
 
 Brother, make a friend of Jesus ! 
 
 Who so kind and true, 
 And as full of rich compassion 
 
 As the Lord to you ! 
 He is the Friend of sinners ; 
 
 Freely he will forgive ; 
 , . Brother, give your heart to Jesus 
 
 And his gprace receive. 
 
 Oho. — ^Make him your friend and he will 
 defend ! 
 Trust him and his love will bless 
 
 thee. 
 Through eternity. 
 
 2 
 
 Brother, make a friend of Jesus ! 
 
 ^Trust him every day, 
 And you will be safely guided 
 
 In the^rrow way. 
 He !■ no idnd and gracious, 
 
 He^Will hi£. own defend ; 
 Brother, if you need a Saviour, 
 
 Make the Lord your friend. 
 
 Brother, make a friend of Jesus ! 
 
 His affection pure, 
 Rich with tender peace and comfort, 
 
 Ever .will endure. 
 O what a precious Saviour ! 
 
 O what a Friend is he ! 
 Trust him and his love will bless thee 
 
 Through eternity. 
 
 371 
 
 [Ellbbs. 
 
 Father, a^in in Jesus* name we meet. 
 And bow in penitence beneath thy feet : 
 Again to thee our feeble voices raise, 
 To sue for mercy and to sing thy praise. 
 
 2 
 
 O we would bless thee for thy ceaseless 
 
 care. 
 And all thy work from day to day declare ! 
 Is not our life with hourly mercies 
 
 crowned ? 
 Does not thine arm encircle us around? 
 
 We are unworthy of thy boundless love, 
 Too oft with careless feet from thee we 
 
 rove ; 
 But now, encouraged by thy voice, we, 
 
 come, , ' 
 
 Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 
 
 O by that name in which all fulness 
 
 dwells, 
 O by that love which every love excels, 
 O by that blood so freely shed for sin. 
 Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in ! 
 
 Amen. 
 
 —Lady Whitmore^ 182U. 
 
 372 
 
 [Tune 372. 
 
 Wonderful -story of love ; 
 
 Tell it to m3 again ; 
 Wonderful story of love ; 
 
 Wake the immortal strain ! 
 Angels with rapture announce it. 
 Shepherds with wonder receive it ; 
 Sinner, oh ! won't you believe it? 
 
 Wonderful story of love. 
 
 ^■:.§te^:. 
 
m 
 
 T?nA:SisR Ai<(D inliU»B. 
 
 Cho.— Wonderful ! wonderful 1 wonder- 
 ful! 
 Wonderful story of love. 
 
 2 
 Wonderful story ol' love ; 
 
 Tlwugh you are lar away : 
 Wonderful story of love ; 
 
 Still he doth call to-day ; 
 Calling from Calvary's mountain, 
 Down from the crystal bright foun- 
 tain, 
 E'en from the dawn of creation, 
 
 Wonderful story of love. 
 
 3 
 
 Wonderful story of love ; 
 
 •Tesus provides a rest ; 
 Wonderful story of love, 
 
 For all the pure and blest. 
 Rest in those mansions ab<jve us. 
 With those who've gone on before us. 
 Singing the rapturous chorus, 
 
 Wonderful story of love. 
 
 —llev. J. M. D. 
 
 Z7Z 
 
 [Tune 373. 
 
 3t4 
 
 [Tuns 874. 
 
 Faint not, nor falter in the way 
 That leadeth to thy perfect home ; 
 
 Tlie night must come before the day, 
 Rest seemeth sweet to those who roam ; 
 
 And God has left this woM with thee, 
 
 That ** as thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 Grief may distress thine inmost heart, 
 Long-trusted friends may fickle prove — 
 
 Not sorrow's sting, nor traitor's dart, 
 Shall e'er thy steadfast spirit move ; 
 
 Because this promise dwells with thee, 
 
 "As is thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 3 
 Fain may thine earthly ease displace, 
 
 Disease enfeeble all thy powers ; 
 Ev'n cheerful hope may veil her face. 
 
 And lingering moments seem as hours ; 
 Yet still this promise is to thee, 
 "As is thy day, thy strength shall be." 
 
 4 
 Then trust thy God whate'er betide I 
 
 None ever knew his promise fail ; 
 His angel, ever at thy side, ^ 
 
 Shall help thy patience to prevail ; 
 Forbode no ill, for thou shalt see 
 That " as thy day, thy strength shall be. " 
 
 *, R, Murray. 
 
 Ye winds that once by Chebar's flood ^ 
 With heavenly breath revived the slain, 
 
 Blow earthward from the trees of God, 
 And strew their golden leaves again. 
 
 Cho. — Those h&al ing leaves, those healing 
 
 leaves 1 
 Where sin pollutes, where sorrow 
 
 grieves. 
 Go spread them, stainless as they 
 
 came 
 From heaven, inscribed with Jesus' 
 
 name. 
 
 2 
 
 Ye streams from Zion's mountain sides, 
 These gifts that from her gardens fall, 
 
 Bear swiftly on your shinin^r tides. 
 And love's free blessing yield for alL 
 
 3 
 
 Ye birds of peace, to men who meet 
 In strife, or toss in tempest, brii^ 
 
 The olive sprays, evangels sweet. 
 And tell the kindness of the King. 
 
 4 
 Stay not, ye heralds of his grace, 
 
 His tidings glad to send abroad, 
 Till dying souls in every place 
 Arise the ransomed sons of God. 
 
 — ii«i>. Tlwron Brjwn. 
 
 375 6S-78. 
 
 [Pilot. 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, 
 Over life's tempestuous sea : 
 Unknown waves before me roll, 
 Hiding rock and treacherous shoal ; 
 Chart and compass come from thee : 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
 
 2 
 
 As a mother stills her child, 
 Thou canst hush the ocean wild ; 
 Boisterous waves obey thy will, 
 When thou say 'st to them * * Be still ! " 
 Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
 
 3 
 
 When at last I near the shore, 
 And the fearful breakers rOW-^'v 
 'Twixt me and the peaqieful rlis^ 
 Then, while leaning on tby br£»ert» 
 May I hear thee say to me, 
 " Fear not, I will pilot tihee;'* - 
 
 -A' ' 
 
> V 
 
 PRAYER AND TRAISE. 
 
 113 
 
 376 
 
 [Tune 275. 
 
 Weary souls that wander wide 
 From the central point of bliss, 
 
 Turn to Jesuu crucined, 
 Fly to those dear wounds of his : 
 
 Sink into the p-rple flood : 
 
 Rise into the life of God. 
 
 Find in Christ the way of peace, 
 Peace unspeakable, unknown ; 
 
 By his pain he gives you ease. 
 Life by his expiring groan : 
 
 Rise, exalted by his fall ; * 
 
 Find in Christ your all in all. 
 
 O believe the record true, 
 God to you his Son hath given ! 
 
 Ye may no^v be happy too, 
 Find on earth the life of heaven 
 
 Live the life of heaven above, 
 
 All the life of glorious love. 
 
 This the universal bliss. 
 Bliss for every soul designed : 
 
 God's original promise this, 
 God's great gift to all mankind : 
 
 Blest in Christ this moment be ! 
 
 Blest to all eternity ! 
 
 ' — C. Wealey. 
 
 377 
 
 [Tune 377. 
 
 Jesus, I have promised 
 To serve thee to the end ; 
 
 Be thou forever near me, 
 My Master and ray Friend. 
 
 1 shall not fear the battle 
 If thou art by my side. 
 
 Nor wander from the pathway 
 If thou wilt be my Guide. 
 
 Oho. — Tenderly lead me, Saviour I 
 Tenderly lead me, Saviour ! 
 Jesus save me, guide me, feed me, 
 , Keep me to the end. 
 
 Oh, let me feel thee near me^— 
 The world is ever near ; 
 
 I.see the sights that dazzle, 
 The tempting sounds 1 hear. 
 
 My foes are ever near me, 
 Around me and within ; 
 
 But, Jesus, draw thou nearer, 
 And shield my soul from sin. 
 
 ft 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, let me hear thee speaking 
 
 In accents clear and still. 
 Above the storms of paHsion, 
 
 The murmurs of self-will. 
 Oh, speak to reassure me, 
 
 To hasten or control : 
 Oh, speak, and make me listen. 
 
 Thou Guardian of my soul. 
 
 Oh, Jesus thou hast promised 
 
 To all who follow thee. 
 That where thou art in glory 
 
 There shall thy servant be : 
 And Jesus, I have promised 
 
 To serve thee to the end : 
 Oh, give me grace to follow 
 
 My Master and my Friend. 
 
 —J. E. Bode. 
 
 378 
 
 [Tune 378. 
 
 Wild the storm-wind, dark the night, 
 Drifts the sea upon the shoal, 
 
 Look, a perilled bark in sight, 
 Lo ! a lost and foundering soul. 
 
 Cho. — Speed the life- boat ! bend the oar ! 
 Swiftly to his rescue fly ! 
 See him strug^lin^ far from shore ! 
 Throw the life-lme ere he die. 
 
 Yes, I hear a crying soul, 
 
 Battling with the storm and wave ; 
 Deepw yet the billows roll ; 
 
 Who will haste that soul to save ? 
 
 In the name of Jesus, go ; 
 
 With his word of truth and grace. 
 Some 8>veet promise to him throw. 
 
 Bid him Jesus' word embrace. 
 
 Speed the life-boat ! raise the cry, 
 " Battle on 'gainst wind and tide ; " 
 
 Sigiial to him " help is ni^h ; " 
 Bid him trust the Cruc^ed. 
 
 —Rev. F. DenisMi. 
 
 
iH 
 
 PRAYER ^^D PRAlE^E. 
 
 379 
 
 [Tune 379. 
 
 \ 
 
 Oonquering now and atill to conquer, 
 
 Rideth a King in his might, 
 Leading the host of all the faithful 
 
 Into the midst of the fight ; 
 See them with courage advancing, 
 
 Clad in their brilliant array. 
 Shouting the name of their Leader, 
 
 Uftar them exultingly say, 
 
 Cho.— Not to the strong is the battle, 
 Not to the swu t is the race, 
 Yet to the true and the faithful 
 Victory is promised through 
 gvAce. 
 
 2 
 
 Conquering now and still to conquer, 
 
 who is this wonderful King ? 
 Whence all the armies which he leadeth, 
 
 While of his glory they sing ? 
 He is our Lord and Redeemer, 
 
 Saviour and Monarch divine, 
 They are the stars that forever 
 
 Bright in his kingdom will Bhine. 
 
 3 
 Conquering now and still to conquer, 
 
 Jesus, thou Ruler of all, 
 Thrones and their sceptres all shall 
 perish, 
 Crowns and their splendor shall fall ; 
 Yet shall the armies thou leadest. 
 
 Faithful and true to the last, 
 Find in thy mansions eternal 
 Rest when their warfare is past. 
 
 —S. Martin. 
 
 I 4 
 
 Lead ua to God, our final rest, 
 To be with him for ever blest ; 
 Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — 
 Fulness of joy forever there ! 
 
 —Rev. Simon Browne. 
 
 380 
 
 [Tune 380. 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With light and comfort from above : 
 Be thou oxu- guardian, thou our guide ! 
 O'er every thought and step preside, 
 
 2 
 To us the light of truth display. 
 And make us know and choose thy v/ay ; 
 Plant holy fear in every heart, 
 That W6'fr6m God may ne'er aepar^. 
 
 3 
 Lead uJs to holiness— the road 
 That we, must take to dwell with God ; 
 Ijead us to Christy the living way, 
 Nor let us frqni his precepts stray. 
 
 \ 
 
 381 
 
 [TUOTB 881. 
 
 Come, Jesus, J ^r ! abide thou with 
 
 lue ; 
 Come, gladden my spirit, that waiteth 
 
 for thee ; * 
 Thy smile every shadow shall chase from 
 
 my hiftrt, 
 And soothe every sorrow, though keen 
 
 be the smart. 
 
 Cho. — Come, Saviour, come, 
 Copie, Saviour, come, 
 Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with 
 me. 
 
 2 
 Without thee but weakness, with thee I 
 
 am strong ; 
 By day thou shalt lead me, by night be 
 
 my song ; 
 Though dangers surround me, I still 
 
 . every fear. 
 Since thou the Most Mighty, my Helper, 
 art near. 
 
 3 
 Thy love, ohj how faithful ! so tender, so 
 
 pure. 
 Thy promise, faith's anchor, how stead- 
 fast and stire ; 
 That love like sweet sunshine, my cold 
 
 heart can warm. 
 That promise make steady my soul in the 
 storm. 
 
 4 
 Breathe, breathe on my sjni'it, oft ruffled, 
 
 thy peace ; 
 From restless, vain wishes bid thou my 
 
 heart cease ; 
 In thee all its longiYigs henceforward shall 
 
 end. 
 Till glad to thy presence my soul shall 
 ascend. 
 
 —K Palnift: 
 
 362 
 
 [TuNB 882, 
 
 There is a green hill far awiqrii 
 
 Without a city wall ; 
 Where the dear Lord was oruo^ed, 
 
 Who died to save \is all'. 
 
 
PRATER AKD FRXISE. 
 
 116 
 
 Oho. — Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved, 
 And we must love him too : 
 And trust in his redeeming blood, 
 And try his works to do. - 
 
 2 
 We m»y not know* we cannot tell. 
 
 What pains he had to bear ; 
 But we believe it was for us 
 
 He bung and suffered there. 
 
 8 
 
 He died that we might be forgiven, 
 He died to make us good, 
 
 That we might go at last to heaven, 
 Saved bjwiis precious blood. 
 
 4 
 There was no other good enough, 
 
 To pay the price of sin ; 
 He only could unlock the gate 
 Of heaven and let us in. 
 
 —Cecil P. Alexander. 
 
 383 
 
 [Tune 256. 
 
 I am coming to Jesus for rest, 
 Rest such as the purified know ; 
 
 My soul is athirst to be blest, 
 To be washed and made whiter 
 
 than 
 
 snow. 
 
 Cho. — I believe ; Jesus saves ; 
 
 And his blood washes whiter than 
 
 Then be not dismayed, 'twilhbe better 
 to-morrow. 
 When the sun shall break forth in th« 
 splendor of noon. 
 
 Oho.— Then to Jesus draw near, 
 Ever be of good cheer. 
 Then to Jesus draw near, 
 Ever be of g«x)d cheer. 
 
 He knows all thy sorrow. 
 And thy prayer he will hear. 
 
 2 
 
 Should ever the weight of a sad thought 
 perplex thee ; 
 Or waken a chord that sounds harsh 
 to thine ear, 
 Then whisper a prayer, for thy Saviour 
 will near thee ; 
 And mark the sweet chime in the fall 
 of a tear. 
 
 3 ., 
 
 Go gather the sunshine and scatter it 
 sweetly ; 
 Where needed assistance is ever made 
 known, 
 B«k one of the few who in life's course 
 completely 
 Are lost to themselves, but their Saviour 
 
 enthrone. 
 
 —F, H. Jacobs. 
 
 snow. 
 
 2 
 
 In coming, my sin I deplure. 
 
 My weakness and poverty show ; 
 I long to be saved evermore. 
 
 To be washed and made whiter than 
 snow. 
 
 3 
 To Jesus I give up my all. 
 
 Every treasure and idol I know ; 
 For his fulness of blessing I call, 
 
 Till his blood washes whiter than snow. 
 4 
 I am trusting in Jesus alone, 
 
 Trustine now his salvation to know, 
 And his blood does so fully atone, 
 
 I am washed and made whiter than 
 
 386 7s. 
 
 [Benbvento. 
 
 snow. 
 
 384 
 
 — S. F. Bennett. 
 rTuNE384. 
 
 If ought of tliy life should be savored 
 ivith sorrow, 
 Or part of thy pathway o'ershadowed 
 with gloom, 
 
 While, mth ceaseless course, the sun 
 
 Hastad through the former year. 
 Many souls their race have run. 
 
 Nevermore to meet us here : 
 Fixed in an eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all below : 
 We a little longer wait ; 
 
 But how little, none can know. 
 
 2 
 
 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to And ; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind— 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ! 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 3 
 Thanks for mtrcies past receive ; 
 
 Pardpn ui our sins renew ; 
 Teach us henceforth how to live, 
 
 With eternity in view ; 
 
 -\ 
 
 ■ ~A 'C: 
 
 
U6 
 
 i^RAYBR AND PRAI8B. 
 
 Bleas thy word to old and yo>ing : 
 Fill us with a Saviour's k>ve ; 
 
 When our life's short race is run, 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
 —John Newton. 
 
 386 
 
 [TuNB 386. 
 
 " Only a beam of snnshine "— 
 
 But oh, it was warm and bright ; 
 The heart of a weary traveller 
 
 Was cheered by its welcome sight. 
 " Only a beam of sunshine " 
 
 That fell from the arch above : 
 And tenderly, softly whi8{jered 
 
 A message of peace and love. 
 
 Cho. — Only a word for Jesus — 
 
 Only a whispered prayer — 
 Over some grief -worn spirit 
 May rest like a sunbeam fair. 
 
 2 
 " Only a beam of sunshine " 
 
 That into a dwelling crept ; 
 Where, over a fading rosebua, 
 
 A mother her vigil kept. » 
 
 " Only a beam of sunshine " 
 
 That smiled through her falling tears. 
 And showed her the bow of promise, 
 
 Forgotten perhaps for years. 
 
 3 
 Onlv a word for Jesus, 
 
 On, speak it in his dear name; 
 Toperishing souls around you 
 
 Tne message of love proclaim. 
 Go, like the faithful sunbeam. 
 
 Your mission of joy fulfil ; 
 Remember the Saviour's promise, 
 
 That he will be with you still. 
 
 —Fanny J. Crosby. 
 
 387 
 
 [TuNK 387. 
 
 Loving Redeemer, behold us to-day, 
 Here we are gathered to sing and to pray ; 
 Learning the words that are spoken by 
 
 thee, 
 " Suffer the children to come unto me." 
 
 Oho. — Come unto me, oh, come unto me, 
 Come, children, come unto me, 
 
 unto me ; 
 Sweet are the words that are 
 
 spoken by thee, 
 " Suffer the children to come unto 
 
 2 
 
 Lord, we are happy because we believe, 
 Thou art so wilhng our hearts to receive ; 
 Never forgotten thy sweet words will be, 
 " Suffer the children to come unto me." 
 
 3 
 
 We are so thankful for all thou dost give. 
 Now for thy glory we children would live ; 
 Ever remembered and treasured will be, 
 " Suffer the children to come unto me." 
 
 When we have finished our journey below, 
 When from the world thou shalt call uh 
 
 to go, • 
 
 Then thou wilt say, as thy face we shall 
 
 see, 
 " Suffer the children to come unto me." 
 
 —Fanny J. Crosby. 
 
 388 
 
 (Tlnb 388. 
 
 Rolling downward through the midnight, 
 Comes a glorious burst of heavenly song ; 
 
 'Tis a chorus full of sweetness — 
 And the singers are an angel throng. 
 
 Cho.— "Glory ! glory in the highest ! 
 
 On the earth good-will and peace 
 to men ! " 
 Down the ages send the echo ; 
 Let the glad earth shout again. 
 
 2 
 
 Wondering shepherds see the glory. 
 Hear the word the shining ones declare ; 
 At the manger fall in worship, 
 While the music fills the quivering air. 
 
 3 
 
 Christ, the Saviour, God's Anointed, 
 Comes to earth our fearful debt to pay — 
 Man of Sorrows, and rejected. 
 Lamb of €rod, that, takes our sin away. 
 
 —R. L. 
 
 389 
 
 [Tune 389. 
 
 A little talk vidth Jesus, 
 
 How it smooths the rugged road ! 
 How it seems to help me onward 
 
 When I faint beneath my load ! 
 When my heart is crushed with sorrow, 
 
 And my eyes with tears are dim, 
 There is naught can yield me pleasure 
 
 Like a little talk with him. 
 
 ^i;i 
 
PRAYKR AND PKAISB. 
 
 117 
 
 2 
 The way Ib long and weary 
 
 To yonder far-uff olime, 
 But a little talk with Jesus 
 
 Doth while away the time ; 
 The more I oome to know him, 
 
 And all his grace explore, 
 It sets me ever Umging 
 
 To know him more and more. 
 
 3 
 111 wait a little longer 
 
 Till his appointed time, 
 And along the upward pathway, 
 
 My pilgrim feet shall climb ; 
 Then in my Father's dwelling, 
 - Where the many mansionH be, 
 I shall sweetly talk with Jesus, 
 And he will talk with me. 
 
 — •• The M(yming." 
 
 390 S.M. 
 
 [Supplication. 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord, 
 Thy glorious name to sing ; 
 
 To praise and pray — to hear thy word, 
 And grateful offerings bring. 
 
 2 
 
 Sweet, at the dawning light, 
 Thy boundless love to tell ; 
 
 And when approach the shades of night, 
 Still on the theme to dwell. 
 
 8 
 Sweet — on this day of rest ; 
 
 To join in heart and voice, 
 With those who love and serve thee best, 
 
 And in thy name rejoice. 
 
 4 
 
 To songs of praise and joy 
 
 Be every Sabbath given. 
 That such may be our blest employ 
 
 Eternally in heaven. 
 
 — Unknown. 
 
 391 
 
 LTuNE 391. 
 
 Near to the Saviour, O come very near, 
 Priay for a blessing on all that are here ; 
 Pray that his Spirit, may come at this hour, 
 Filbng each heart with the life-giving 
 power. 
 
 Cho. — ^Wait, wait, wait at his throne ; 
 Bring your petitions, and .there 
 
 make them known ; 
 Wait, wait, prayer will prevail ; 
 H^ has declared it whose word 
 
 cannot fail. 
 
 2 
 Here we are gathered in Jesua'dear name, 
 Jesus who tau^fht us hie bleming to claim ; 
 If in his promise we truly believe. 
 Pray with a faith that expects to receive. 
 
 8 
 
 Plead for the souls that are languid and 
 cold. 
 
 Plead for the wanderers away from the 
 fold ; 
 
 Pray that the Saviour may lead them to- 
 night 
 
 Out of the darkness and into the light. 
 
 4 
 
 Pray with a faith that takes hold on the 
 
 Lord, 
 Strong in the strength it has drawn from 
 
 his word ; 
 Gome we with boldness, O come not with 
 
 fear; 
 Jesus will blebs us, and Jesus is here. 
 
 —Fanny J. Crmhy. 
 
 392 ^'^*^- 
 
 [Samubl. 
 
 Hushed was the evening hymn, 
 The temple courts were dark ; 
 The lamp was burning dim 
 Before the sacred ark : 
 When suddenly a voice divine 
 Rang through the silence of the shrine. 
 
 2 
 
 Oh, give me Samuel's ear — / 
 
 The open ear, O Lord ! 
 Alive and <}uick to hear 
 Each whisper of thy word ; 
 Like him to answer at thy call, 
 And to obey thee first of all. 
 
 8 
 
 O give me Samuel's heart I 
 A lowly heart, that waits 
 When in thy house thou art, 
 Or watches at thy gates, 
 By day and night — a heart that still 
 Moves at the breathing of thy wiU. 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, give me Samuel's mind ! 
 
 A sweet, unmurmuring faith. 
 Obedient and resigned 
 To thee in life and deatii : 
 Thdt I may read, with childlike 'eyes, 
 Truths that are hidden from the wise. 
 
 — J, D. Bufnt. 
 
 .»A 
 
118 
 
 PRAYER AND PRAISE.^ 
 
 393 
 
 CM. 
 
 [3awlbi{. 
 
 Shine on our goula, eternal. God, 
 With rays of beauty shine : 
 
 Oh. let thy favor crown our days, 
 And all their round be thine. 
 
 2 
 
 With thee let every week begin, 
 With thee each day be spent. 
 
 For thee each fleeting hour employed, 
 Since each by thee is lent. 
 
 3 
 Thus cheer us through this desert road. 
 
 Till all our labors cease ; 
 And heaven refresh our weary souls 
 With everlasting peace. 
 
 — Philip Doddridge. 
 
 394 
 
 [Tune 394. 
 
 Soft and noiseless as the snow-flakes 
 
 Fell the chastening of the rod. 
 When we learned to rest in Jesus, 
 
 In the promises of God. 
 Then we sang, "Nearer, still nearer 
 
 To the Father we would be." 
 But we paused when came the answer, 
 
 *' 'Tis a cross that raiseth thee." 
 Like the snow-flakes, like the snow-flakes 
 
 In their pure and glistening sheen. 
 Falls the rod when his dear promise 
 
 Comes so softly in between. 
 
 2 
 Like the peltings of the hailstorm, 
 
 When the blast was wild and loud. 
 To our hearts, that knew not Jesus, 
 
 Seemed our Father in the cloud ; 
 When we had no other refuge, 
 
 Then he heard our earnest cry. 
 Saying, ** They shall never perish 
 
 Who to me for succor fly." 
 Like the snow-flakes, like the snow-flakes 
 
 In the golden, glistening sheen. 
 Falls the rod when his dear promise 
 
 Coiues so softly in between. 
 
 3 
 Pure and stainless as the snow-flakes 
 
 Are the blood- washed robes of light. 
 That adorn the sorrow-stricken 
 
 In the land of glory bright. 
 Once they bore the cross of Jesus, 
 
 Suffered hunger, thirst, and pain ; 
 Bravely fought with sin and Satan, 
 
 Now enthroned and crowned they reign. 
 
 Like the snow-flakes, like the snow-flftkes 
 In the golden, glistening sheen, 
 
 Is the valley where no shadow 
 Comes our souls and Grod between. ' 
 
 —Unknovm. 
 
 395 
 
 [Vox Salvatoris. 
 
 I hear a voice, 'tis soft and sweet, 
 It bids my sin-sick soul rejoice ; 
 The same was heard in Salem's street, 
 And in the mountain's cool retreat. 
 My Saviour's voice. 
 
 Cho.— Sweeter than chiming bells, 
 Softer than evening rills. 
 The voice that tells of pardon — 
 Pardon, peace, and heaven. 
 
 2 
 When weary with my load of guilt, 
 
 I'll not forget that " Christ is all ; » 
 For me his precious blood was spilt ; 
 He sweetly says, "Come, if thou wilt " — 
 How glad the call ! 
 
 3 
 
 My soul is troubled like the sea, 
 
 The surging billows roll around : 
 But he who calmed far Galilee 
 Doth kindly say, *' Peace be to thee " — 
 How blest the sound ! 
 
 —R. F. Semple, D.D. 
 
 396 
 
 [St. Leonard. 
 
 The shadows of the evening hours 
 
 Fall from the darkening sky, 
 Upon the fragrance of the flowers 
 
 The dews of evening lie ; 
 Before thy throhe, O Lord of heaven, 
 
 We kneel at close of day ; 
 Look on thy children from on high^ 
 
 And hear us while we pray. 
 
 2 
 The sorrows of thy servants, Lord, 
 
 O do not thou despise. 
 But let the incense of our prayers 
 
 Before thy mercy rise ; 
 The brightness of the coming night 
 
 ITpon the du^'kness rolls ; 
 With hopes of future glory chase 
 
 The shadows from our souls. 
 
PRAYER AND PRAISE. 
 
 110 
 
 Slowlv the ravB of davlight fade ; 
 
 So lade witnin the heaart 
 The hopes of earthly love and joy, 
 
 That one b^ one aepart ; 
 Slowly the bright stars, one by one. 
 
 Within the heavens shine : 
 Give us, O Lord, fresh hoijes of heaven, 
 
 And trust in things divine. 
 
 —MiisA. A. Proctor, 1858. 
 
 397 
 
 [Tune 397. 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee I cling, 
 
 Closer still to thee ; 
 Safe beneath thy sheltering wing, 
 
 I would ever be : 
 Rude the blast of doubt and sin, 
 Fi 3rce assaults without, within. 
 Help me, Lord, the battle win ; 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee. 
 
 2 
 
 Closer yet, O Lord, my Rock, 
 
 Refuge of my soul ; 
 Dread I not the tempest-shock, 
 
 Though the billows roll. 
 Wildest storm cannot ahtnn, 
 For to me can come no harm, 
 Leaning on thy loving arm ; 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee. 
 
 3 
 
 Closer still, my Help, my Stay, 
 
 Closer, closer still ; 
 Meekly there I learn to say, 
 
 • ' Father, not my will ; " 
 " Learn that in affliction's hour, 
 When the clouds of sorrow lower, 
 Love directs thy hand of power ; 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee. 
 
 4 
 Closer, Lord, to thee I come, 
 
 Light of life divine ; 
 Through the ever blessed Son, 
 
 Joy and peace are mine ; 
 Let me in tny love abide, 
 *Keep me ever near thy side, 
 In the " Rock of Ages " hide, — 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee. 
 
 -K Q. Taylor, D.D. Alt 
 
 Our Master's love remember, 
 Exceeding great and free ; 
 
 Lift up thy heart in gladness, 
 For lie remembers thee. 
 
 3 
 Bring every weary burden. 
 
 Thy sin, thy fear, thy grief ; 
 He calls the heavy laden. 
 
 And gives them kind relief. 
 
 4 
 
 A little while, though parted, 
 Remember, wait ana love j 
 
 Until be comes in glory. 
 Until we meet above : 
 
 Till in the Father's kingdom 
 The heavenly feast is spread ; 
 
 And we behold his beauty. 
 Whose blood for us was shed. 
 
 — JP. R. Havergal. 
 
 399 
 
 [Tune 399. 
 
 398 78&6s. 
 
 [St. Alphege. 
 
 Sit down beneath his shadow. 
 And rest with great delight ; 
 
 The faith that now beholds him 
 Is pledge of future sight. 
 
 I heard a voice, the sweetest voice 
 
 That mortal ever heard ; 
 Oh, how it made my heart rejoice, 
 
 And every feeling stirred ! 
 'Twas Jesus s^xjke to me so mild. 
 
 He called me to his side, 
 And said, although with qpart defiled, 
 
 I might in him confide. 
 
 2 
 
 I saw his face, the fairest face 
 
 That mortal ever saw ; 
 I longed the Saviour to embrace. 
 
 From him new life to draw. 
 " Come unto me," he kindly Said, 
 
 " And I will give thee rest ; 
 The ransom price I fully paid — 
 
 Repent ! believe ! be olest ! " 
 
 3 
 
 I felt his love, the strongest love 
 
 That mortal ever felt ; 
 Oh, how it drew my soul above, 
 
 And made my hard heart, melt ! 
 My burden at his feet I laid. 
 
 And knew the joy of heaven. 
 As in my willing ear he said 
 
 The blessed word, " Forgiven/" 
 
 —P. Stryken 
 
120 
 
 I»RAYEE AND PRAISB. 
 
 400 
 
 [Tune 400. 
 
 Ah, tell me not of gold or treasure, 
 Of pomp and beauty here on earth ! 
 
 There's not a thing that gives me pleasiure 
 Of all the world displays for worth. 
 
 Oho. — Each heart will seek and love its 
 own; 
 My goal is Christ, and Christ alone, 
 My goal is Christ, and Christ alone. 
 
 2 
 The world and her pursue *^s will perish. 
 
 Her beauty's fading like a flower ; 
 The brightest schemes the earth can 
 cherish. 
 Are but the pastime of an hour. 
 
 3. 
 Against this tower there's no prevailing; 
 
 His kingdom passes not away; 
 His throne abides despite assailing, 
 
 From henceforth unto endless day. 
 
 4 
 And though a pilgrim I must wander, 
 
 Still absent from the One I love ; 
 He soon will have me with him yonder. 
 
 In his own glory- world above. 
 
 Cho. — ^Triumphantly I therefore own ; 
 MygoalisChrist, and Christ alone, 
 My goal id Christ, and Christ alone. 
 
 — Unknown. 
 
 401 
 
 [AuLD Lang Syne. 
 
 Sometimes the sky is overcast> . ^ 
 
 I fear to lose my way ; 
 Until the storm be over-past, 
 . O keep me sftlp I pray. 
 In darkness, dan^^fTjand in doubt. 
 
 My heart is sOre msmayed, 
 But " I will trust in thee, O Lord, 
 
 What time I am fcfraid." 
 
 2 
 
 Accusing conscience, like a flame. 
 
 Within my spirit cturns. 
 The tempter speaks of wrath and shame, 
 
 My soul in anguish turns 
 To him whose blood atones for me, 
 
 On whom my heart is stayed. 
 For "I will trust in t co, O Tiord, 
 . What timn T a^n afraid," 
 
 From all the unknown future days, 
 
 My timid heart rtooils. 
 But known to €rod are aU my ways, 
 
 And all my cares and toils. 
 The wisdom, power, and might are thine 
 
 But mine the promised aid. 
 And *• I will trust in thee, O Iiord, 
 
 What time I am afraid." 
 
 When 'twilight shadows softly fall, 
 
 And night comes on apace. 
 In life and death, O Lord of all, 
 
 I would behold thy face. 
 The final hour, oh, let me meet 
 
 In peace, and undismayed. 
 For " I will trust in thee, O Lord, 
 
 What time I am afraid." 
 
 —Miss J. H. Johnston. 
 
 402 
 
 ] 
 
 [Tune 402. 
 
 I know not why God's wondrous grace 
 
 To me he hath made known. 
 Nor why — unworthy of such love — 
 
 Redeemed me for his own. 
 
 Cho.— But "I know whom I have be- 
 lieved. 
 And am persuaded that he is able 
 To keep that which I've committed 
 Unto him against that day." 
 
 2 
 
 I know not how this saving faith 
 
 To me he did impart, 
 Nor how believing jn his word 
 
 Wrought peace within my heart. 
 
 3 
 
 I know n^ low the Spirit move% 
 
 Com', ^mg men of sin. 
 Revealing Jesus through the word. 
 
 Creating faith in him. 
 
 4 
 I know not what of good or ill 
 
 May be reserved, for me. 
 Of weary ways or j;olden days, 
 
 Before his face I see. 
 
 5 
 I know not when my Lord may come, 
 
 At night or noon-day fair. 
 Nor when I'll walk the vale with him, 
 Or " meet him in the air." 
 
 —SI Nation. 
 
SONGS OF HOPE. 
 
 121 
 
 403 
 
 [Tune 403. 
 
 ^Master, the tempest is raginfiif !. 
 The billows are tossing high f 
 The skv is o'ershadowed with blackness, 
 
 No shelter or help is nigh : 
 ** Garest thou not tnat we perish ? " 
 
 How canst thou lie asleep, 
 When each moment so madly is threaten- 
 ing 
 A grave in the angry deep? 
 
 Cho. — " The winds and the waves shall 
 
 obey mjr will. 
 Peace, be still ! 
 
 Whether the wrath of the storm- 
 tossed sea, 
 Or demons, or men, or whatever 
 
 it be, 
 No waters can swallow the ship 
 
 where lies 
 The Master of ocean, and earth 
 
 and skies : 
 They all shall sweetly obey my 
 
 will ; 
 Peace, be still ! Peace be atill ! 
 They all shall sweetly obey my 
 
 will ; 
 Peace, peace, be still ! " 
 
 2 
 
 Master, with anguish of spirit 
 
 I bow in my grief to-day ; 
 The depths of my sad heart are troubled ; 
 
 Oh, waken and save, I pray ! 
 Torrents of sin and of anguish 
 
 Sweep o'er my sinking soul ; 
 And I perish ! I perish ! dear Master : 
 
 Oh, hasten, and take control. 
 
 3 
 
 Master, the terror is over, 
 • The elements sweetly rest ; 
 Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored. 
 And heaven's within my breast ; 
 
 Linger, O blessed Redeemer, 
 Leave me alone no more ; 
 
 And with joy I shall make the blest 
 harbt)r. 
 And rest on the blissful shore. 
 * ~M. A. Baker. 
 
 404 
 
 [Tune 404. 
 
 We have heard the joyful sound : 
 Jesus saves I^ Jesus saves ! 
 
 Spread the tidings all around : 
 Jesua aaves ! Jesus saves ! 
 
 Bear the news to everv land, 
 
 Climb the steeps and cross the waves ; 
 Onward ! — 'tis our Lord's command : 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 2 
 Waft it on the rolling tide : 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 Tell to sinners far and wide : 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 Sing, ye islands of the sea, 
 
 Echo back, ye ocean caves ; 
 Earth shall keep her jubilee : 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves. 
 3 
 Sing above the battle strife, 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 By his death and endless life, 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 Sing it softly through the gloom, 
 
 When the heart for mercy craves ; 
 Sing in triumph o'er the tomb, — 
 
 Jc5us saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 4 
 Give the winds a mighty voice : 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 Let the nations now rejoice,-^ 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 Shout salvation full and free, 
 
 Highest hills and deepest caves : 
 This our song of victory, — 
 
 Jesus saves ! Jesus saves ! 
 
 — Priscilla J. Oivems. 
 
 SONGS OF HOPE. 
 
 406 
 
 [Homeward Bound. 
 1 
 
 Out on the ocean all boundless we ride. 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound ; 
 Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless 
 tide. 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound. 
 Far from the safe, quiet harbor we rode. 
 Seeking our Father's celestial abode, 
 Promise of which on us each he bestowed, 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound. 
 
 2 
 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars ; 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound ; 
 Look ! yonder lie the bright, heavenly 
 shores ; 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound : 
 
122 
 
 SONGS OF HOPE. 
 
 Steady ! O pilot ! stand firm at the wheel, 
 Steady ! we soon shall outweather the 
 
 gale, 
 Oh I how we fly 'neath the loud creaking 
 sail ; 
 We're homeward bound, homeward 
 bound. 
 
 3 
 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide, 
 
 We're home at last, home at last ; 
 Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, 
 
 We're home at last, home at last ; 
 Glory to God ! all our dangers are o'er ; 
 Safely we stand on the radiant shore. 
 Glory to God ! we will shout evermore, 
 We're home at last, home at last. 
 
 — Unknown. 
 
 406 
 
 p:uNE 406. 
 
 In the crimson of the morning, in the 
 whiteness of the noon, 
 In the amber glory of the day's retreat, 
 In the midnight robed in darkness, or the 
 gleaming of the moon, 
 I listen for the coming of his feet. 
 
 Cho. — ^For the coming of his feet, 
 For the coming of his feet ; 
 He is coming, hallelujah ! he is 
 coming robed in light ! 
 I listen for the coming of his feet. 
 
 2 
 I have heard his weary footsteps on the 
 . ands of Galilee, 
 On the temple's marble pavement, on 
 the street. 
 With the weight of sorrow faltering up 
 the slopes of Calvaiy, 
 The sorrow of the coming of his feet. 
 
 3 
 Down the minster aisles of splendor, from 
 betwixt the cherubim. 
 Through the wondering throng, with 
 motion strong and fleet, 
 Sounds his victor tread approaching with 
 a music far and dim — 
 The music of the coming of his feet. 
 
 4 
 Sandalled not with shoon of silver, girdled 
 not with woven gold. 
 Weighted not with shimmering gems 
 and odors sweet. 
 White- winged and shod with glory in the 
 Tabor-light of old — 
 The glory of the coming of his feet. 
 
 . - 5 
 
 He is coming, oh, my spirit! with hits 
 
 everlasting peace, 
 
 With his blessedness immortal and 
 
 complete; 
 
 He is coming, oh, my spirit ! and hi.s 
 
 coming brings reh^ase ; 
 
 I listen for the coming of his feet. 
 
 — Lyman Whitney Allen. 
 
 407 8,7,4. 
 
 [ZiON. 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing, 
 Lo ! the sacred herald stands ; 
 
 Welcome news to .Zion bearing — 
 Zion, long in hostile lands ; 
 
 Mourning captive ! 
 Gk)d himself will loose thy bands. 
 
 2 
 
 Has thy night been long and mournful? 
 
 Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
 
 By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 
 Cease thy mourning ! 
 
 Zioii still is well beloved. 
 
 3 
 
 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; 
 
 He himself appears thy Friend : 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee. 
 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
 Great deliveiance 
 
 Zion's King shall surely send. 
 
 4 
 Enemies no more shall trouble. 
 
 All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; 
 For thy shame thou shalt have double, 
 In thy Maker's favor blessed ; 
 
 AH thy conflicts 
 End in everlasting rest. 
 
 —Thomas Kelly. 
 
 408 
 
 [Tune 408. 
 
 'Tis sweet in the trials and conflict of sin, 
 Temptation without and temptation 
 
 within. 
 To know through the journey of life as I 
 
 roam, 
 I am bound for the mansions of glory at 
 
 home. 
 
 Cho.— Of glory at home, of glory at home, 
 I am bound for the matisions of 
 glory. 
 The mansions of glory at home, 
 
^^^ ''"W 
 
 SONGS OF HOPE. 
 
 123 
 
 'Tis sweet in the gloom of earth's sorrow 
 
 or fears, 
 My eyes overflowing with penitent tears, 
 To know, though the billows around me 
 
 may foam, 
 I am bound for the mansions of glory at 
 
 home. 
 
 3 
 I ask not to hasten from duty or care, 
 The troubles of life let me patiently bear, 
 If only I know as I look through the gloom, 
 I am bound for the mansions of glory at 
 
 home. 
 
 —J. W. Smith. 
 
 409 
 
 [Tune 40<). 
 
 "Onward, upward, homeward ! " 
 
 Joyfully I flee 
 From this world of sorrow, 
 
 With my Lord to be ; 
 Onward to the glory, 
 
 Upward to the prize, 
 Homeward to the mansions, 
 
 Far above the skies. 
 
 Cho. — Onward to the glory. 
 Upward to the prize, 
 Homeward to the mansions, 
 Far above the skies. 
 
 2 
 •* Onward, upward, homeward ! " 
 
 Here I find nc rest ; 
 Treading o'er the desert 
 
 Which my Saviour pressed ; 
 " Onward, upward, homeward ! " 
 
 I shall soon be there, 
 Soon its joys and pleasures, 
 
 I, through grace, shall share. 
 
 3 
 
 " Onward, upward, homeward ! " 
 
 Come along with me ; 
 Ye who love the Saviour, 
 
 Bear me company ; 
 "Onward, upward, homeward ! " 
 
 Press with vigor on ; 
 Yet a little moment 
 
 And the race is won. 
 
 —Albert Midlane. 
 
 Cho. — Fear not ! 'tis God's own voice 
 That speaks to thee this word ; 
 Lift up your head — rejoice 
 Tn ti«Bus Christ thy Lord 1 
 
 2 
 
 Fear not ! for God has heard 
 
 The cry of thy distress ; 
 The water of his word 
 
 Thy fainting soul shall bless. 
 
 3 
 Fear not ! be not dismayed I 
 
 He evermore will be 
 With thee, to give his aid. 
 
 And he will strengthen thee. 
 
 4 
 Fear not ! ye little flock ; 
 
 Your Shepherd soon will come. 
 Give water from the rock. 
 
 And bring you to hie home. 
 
 —R. Q. Taylor 
 
 410 
 
 [Tune 410. 
 
 Fear not ! God is thy shield. 
 And he thy great reward ; 
 
 His might has won the field : 
 Thy strength is in the Lord ! 
 
 411 
 
 [Tune 411. 
 
 God will take care of you. All through 
 the day 
 Jesus is near you to keep you from ill ; 
 Waking or resting, at woNc, or at play, 
 Jesus is with you, and watching you 
 stiU. 
 
 2 
 
 He will take care of you. All through 
 the night 
 
 Jesus, the Shepherd, his little one keeps; 
 Darkness to him is the same as the lignt. 
 
 He never slumbers, and he never sleeps. 
 
 3 
 
 He will take care of you. All through 
 the year. 
 Crowning each day with his kindness 
 and love. 
 Sending you blessings, and shielding from 
 fear. 
 Leading you on to the bright home 
 above. 
 
 4 
 
 He will take care of you. Yes ; to the 
 end, 
 Nothing can alter his love for his own ; 
 Children, be glad that you have r,uch a 
 Friend ; 
 He will not leave you one ixoment 
 alone. 
 
 —Mi8% FrancM R. Havergal. 
 
124 
 
 SONGS OF HOPE. 
 
 412 
 
 |[TuNE 412. 
 
 When we gather at last over Jordan, 
 And the ransomed in glory we see, 
 
 As the numberless sands of the sea-shore — 
 What a wonderful sight that will be ! 
 
 Cho. — Numberless as the sands of the 
 
 sea-shore I 
 Numberless as the sands of the 
 
 shore ! 
 Oh, what a sight 'twill be, 
 When the ransomed host we see. 
 As numberless as the sands of the 
 
 sea-shore ! 
 
 2 
 
 When we see all the saved of the ages, 
 Who from sorrow and trials are free, 
 
 Meeting there with a heavenly greeting — 
 What a wonderful sight that will be ! 
 
 3 
 When we stand by the beautiful river, 
 
 'Neath the shade of the life-giving tree. 
 Gazing over the fair land of promise — 
 
 What a wonderful sight that will be ! 
 
 4 
 When at last we behold our Redeemer, 
 
 And his glory transcendent we see. 
 While as King of all kingdoms he 
 reigneth — 
 What a wonderful sight that will be ! 
 
 —F. A. B. Arr. 
 
 413 
 
 [Tune 413. 
 
 Call hosannas from the shadows, soul of 
 
 mine, rejoice and sing; 
 Thou art safe within the shelter of the 
 
 everlastingf wing ; 
 Though the sin-pressed cry of sorrow 
 
 from- the human heavenward roll. 
 When the Master smiles upon thee there 
 
 is sunlight — 
 There is sunlight in the soul. 
 
 Cho. — What a thrill of joy and peace 
 Hath my being in control ; 
 
 When he shows his smiling face. 
 
 There is sunlight — 
 There is sunlight in the soul. 
 
 2 
 Though the burdens may be bitter; 
 
 though unceasing be the strife, 
 And the toilsome journey weary yet they 
 
 lead thee on to life ; \ 
 
 Not a shadow nor a sorrow but shall 
 
 vanish as a scroll, 
 At the shining of his presence there is 
 
 sunlight- 
 There is sunlight in the souL 
 
 3 
 
 In the morning, it is gladness, when his 
 
 love my love invites ; 
 In the noontime it is resting in the valley 
 
 of delights ; 
 At the even, it is glory, with my pleafiures 
 
 on parole ; 
 And the night? — It never cometh, to thf 
 
 sunlight — 
 To the sunlight of the soul. 
 
 — Llewellyn A. MorriKon. 
 
 414 
 
 [Tune 414. 
 
 Swell the anthem, raise the song ; 
 Praises to our God belong ; 
 Saints and angels join to sing 
 Praises to the heavenly King. 
 
 2 
 Blessings from his liberal hand 
 Flow around this happy land ; 
 Kept by him, no foes annoy ; 
 Peace and freedom we enjoy. 
 
 3 
 Here, beneath a virtuous sway 
 May we cheerfully obey ; 
 Never feel oppressioh*s rod, 
 Ever own and worship God. 
 
 4 • 
 
 Hark ! the voice of nature sings 
 Praises to the King of kings ; 
 Let us join the choral song, 
 And the grateful notes prolong. 
 
 -^Nathan Strouf/. 
 
 416 
 
 [Tune 415. 
 
 Standing on the promises of Christ my 
 
 Throu|^h eternal ages let his praises ring ; 
 Glory m the highest, I will shout and sinj<. 
 Standing on the promises of God. 
 
 Cho. — Standing, standing, 
 
 Standmg on the promises of God 
 my Sav'iour ; 
 Standing, standing, 
 I'm standing on the promises of 
 God. 
 
SONGS OP INVITATION. 
 
 Id5 
 
 Standing on the promises that cannot 
 
 fail, 
 When the howling storms of doubt and 
 
 fears assail, 
 By the living word of Goa I shall prevail, 
 Standing on the promises of God. 
 
 Standing on the promises I now can see 
 Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for 
 
 me ; 
 Standing in the liberty where Christ 
 
 makes free. 
 Standing on the promises of God. 
 
 4 
 
 Standing on the promises of Christ the 
 
 Lord, 
 Bound to him eternally by love's strong 
 
 cord, 
 Overcoming daily with the Spirit's sword, 
 Standing on tne promises of God. 
 
 5 
 
 Standing on the promises I cannot fall. 
 Listening every moment to the Spirit's 
 
 call, 
 Resting in my Saviour, as my all in all. 
 Standing on the promises of God. 
 
 —H. Kelso Carter. 
 
 SONGS OF INVITATION. 
 
 416 
 
 [Tune 416. 
 
 Some one will enter the pearly gate 
 
 By and by, by and by. 
 Taste of the glories that there await : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 Some one will travel the streets of gold, 
 Beautiful visions will there behold, 
 Feast on the pleasures so long foretold : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 
 2 
 
 Some one at last will his cross lay down 
 
 By and by, by and by, 
 Faithful, approved, shall receive a crown : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 Some one the glorious King will see, 
 Ever from sorrow of earth be free, 
 Happy with him through eternity : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? / 
 
 3 
 
 Some one will knock when the door is shut 
 
 By and by^ by and by, 
 Hear a voke saying, "I know you not :" 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 Some one will call and shall not be heard. 
 Vainly will strive when the door is barred, 
 Some one will fail of the saint's reward : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 
 4 
 
 Some one will sing the triumphant song 
 
 By and by, by and by. 
 Join in the praise with the blood-bought 
 throng : 
 
 Shall you? shall I? 
 Some one will g^eet on the golden shore 
 Loved ones of earth who have gone before, 
 Safe in the glory for evermore : 
 
 Shall yoii? shall I? 
 
 -0. M. Jt 
 
 417 
 
 [Tune 417. 
 
 Our life is like a stormy sea 
 
 Swept by the gales of sin and grief, 
 While on the windward and the lea 
 
 Hang heavy clouds of unbelief ; 
 But o'er the deep a call we hear, 
 
 Like harbor bell's inviting voice ; 
 It tells the lost that help is near, 
 
 And bids the trembling soul rejoice. 
 
 Oho. — ^This way, this way, O heart 
 oppressed. 
 So long oy storm and tempest 
 driven ; , 
 
 This way, thjs way, lo, here is re[ 
 Rings out the harbor bells •*» 
 heaven. 
 
 2 
 
 O let us now the call obey, • 
 
 And steer our bark to yonder-shore. 
 Where still that voice directs the way. 
 
 In pleading tones for evermore ; 
 A thousand life-wrecks strew the sea ; 
 
 They're going down at every swell ; 
 ** Come unto me," ** Come unto me," 
 
 Rings out the assuring harbor bell. 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, tempted one, look up, be strong ; 
 
 The promise of the Lord is sure. 
 That they shall sing the victor's song, 
 
 Who faithful to the end endure ; 
 God's Holy Spirit comes to thee. 
 
 Of his abidmg love to tell : 
 To blissful port, o'er stormy sea. 
 
 Calls heaven's inviting harbor bell. 
 
m 
 
 SONGS OF INVITATION. 
 
 Come, gracious Lord, and in thy love, 
 
 Conduot us o'er life's stormy wave ; 
 Oh, guide us to the home above, 
 
 The blissful home beyond the grave ; 
 There safe from rock, and storm, and 
 flrx)d, 
 
 Our song of praise shall never cease. 
 To him who bought us with his blood. 
 
 And brought us to the port of peace. 
 
 —John H. Yateit. 
 
 418 
 
 [Sullivan. 
 
 Nearer, O God, to thee ! 
 
 Hear thou my prayer ; 
 Even though a heavy cross 
 
 Fainting we bear. 
 Still all our prayer shall be, 
 Nearer, O God, to thee. 
 Nearer to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 
 
 2 
 
 If, where they led the Lord, 
 
 We too are borne. 
 Planting our steps in his. 
 
 Weary and worn ; 
 There even let us be 
 Nearer, O God, to thee. 
 Nearer to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 
 
 3 
 
 Though the great battle rage 
 
 Hotlv around, 
 Still where our Captain fights 
 
 Let us be found ; 
 
 4 Through toils and strife to be 
 Nearer, O God, to thee. 
 Nearer to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 
 
 ^ 4 
 
 And when thou. Lord, once more 
 
 Glorious shalt come. 
 Oh, for a dwelling place. 
 
 In thv bright home ! 
 Through all eternity 
 Nearer, O God, to thee. 
 Nearer to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 
 
 —liev. Wm. W. How- D.D. 
 
 419 
 
 [Tune 419. 
 
 Why do you linger, why do you stay 
 In tne broad road, that most dangerous 
 
 way- 
 While right before you, narrow and strait. 
 Is the bright pathway to heaven's pearly 
 
 gate? 
 
 Oho. — Narrow and strait, 
 Narrow and strait. 
 Is the bright pathway to heaven's 
 pearly gate. 
 
 2 
 
 Do you find pleasures, lasting and pure, 
 In the gay scenes that the thoughtless 
 
 allure — 
 While your Redeemer, with love so great, 
 Points to the way that is narrow and 
 
 strait ? 
 
 8 
 
 Come then, beloved, no longer stay ; 
 Leave the broad highway, oh, leave it 
 
 to-day ; 
 Make your decision, oh, do not wait ; 
 Take thou the pathway so narrow and 
 
 strait. 
 
 —G. F. li. 
 
 420 
 
 [Tune 420. 
 
 Once I heard a sound at my heart's dark 
 door, 
 And was roused from the slumber of 
 sin ; 
 It was Jesus knocked, he had knocked 
 before ; 
 Now I said, blessed Master, come in. 
 
 Cho. — Then open, open. 
 
 Open ; let the Master in ; 
 For the heart will be bright with 
 
 a heavenly light. 
 When you let the Master in. 
 
 2 
 
 Then he spread a feast of redeeming love, 
 And he made me his own happy guest ; 
 
 In my joy I thought that the saints above 
 Could oe hardly more favored or blest. 
 
 8 
 
 In the holy war with the foes of truth, 
 He's my Shield, he my table prepares. 
 
 He restores my soul, he renews my youth, 
 And gives triumph in answer to prayers. 
 
 4 
 He will feast me still with his presence 
 dear. 
 And the love he so freely hath given, 
 While his promise tells, as I serve hsm 
 here, V;. 
 
 Of the banquet of glory in heaven. V 
 —Rev. ::i. D. Phelps, D.D: 
 
SONGS OF WORK. 
 
 127 
 
 421 
 
 [Tone 421. 
 
 .Tesus is tenderly calling thee home — 
 Calling to-day, calling to-day ; 
 
 Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou 
 roam 
 Farther and farther away ? 
 
 Cho. — Calling to-day, calling to-day, 
 
 Jesus IS calling, is tenderly calling 
 to-day. 
 
 2 
 
 •Tesus is calling the weary to rest^ 
 Calling to-dav, calling to-day ; 
 
 Bring him thy burden, and thou shalt be 
 blest ; 
 He will not turn thee away. 
 
 3 
 .Tesus is waiting, oh, come to him now — 
 
 Waiting to-day, waiting to-day ; 
 Come with thy sms, at his feet lowly bow ; 
 
 Come, and no longer delay. 
 
 4 
 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice — 
 
 Hear him to-day, hear him to-day ; 
 They who believe on his name shall 
 rejoice ; 
 Quickly arise and away. 
 
 — Fanny J. Crosby. 
 
 SONGS OF WORK. 
 
 422 
 
 [Tune 422. 
 
 Do you see the Hebrew captive kneeling. 
 At morning, noon, and night, to pray? 
 
 In his chamber he remembers Zion, 
 Though in exile far away. 
 
 Cho. — Are your windows open toward 
 Jerusalem, 
 Though as captives here a * ' little 
 while " we stay ? 
 For the coming of the King in his 
 glory, 
 Are you watching day by day ? 
 
 2 
 
 Do not fear to tread the fiery furnace. 
 Nor shrink the lion's den to share : 
 
 For the God of Daniel will deliver. 
 He will send his angel there. 
 
 8 
 
 Children of the living God, take courage, 
 Your great deliverance sweetly sing ; 
 
 Set vour ftices toward the hill of Zion, 
 Thence to hail your coming King ! 
 
 -P. P. n. 
 
 423 
 
 [Tune 42.S. 
 
 Lift up the gospel banner 
 
 Upon the mountain high ; 
 Proclaim the Saviour's glory. 
 
 Which fills the earth and sky ; 
 Go spread the joyful tidings 
 
 Through all the world around. 
 And tell to dying sinners, 
 
 The way of life is found. 
 
 Cho. — Lift up the gospel banner. 
 Upon the mountain high. 
 Proclaim the Saviour's glory, 
 • On earth and through the sky. 
 
 2 
 
 Lift up the gospel banner, 
 
 Let every sinner see 
 The path of woe and danger, 
 
 That from it they may flee ; 
 That all may seek their refuge 
 
 In Christ, the sinner's friend,' 
 Who only can uphold us, 
 
 And keep us to the end. 
 
 3 
 
 Lift up the gospel banner 
 
 Upon the mountain high,* 
 'Till o'er the earth its glory 
 
 Is seen by every eye ; 
 For Christ shall reign triumphant, 
 
 And all his foes shall fall ; 
 But unto those that love him 
 
 Will he be all in all. 
 
 —Rev. W. S. Comer. 
 
 424 7,6,7,6. 
 
 [Tune 424. 
 
 Whoe'er would win the battle 
 Must never mind the blows ; 
 
 Whoe'er would enter heaven 
 Must not turn back for foes. 
 
 Cho. — Then take up all the armor. 
 The helmet and the sword, 
 
 And shout for Truth and Victory, 
 And battle for the Lord ! 
 We'll battle foY- the Lord, 
 Yes, battle for the Lord : 
 
 We'll shouMbr Truth and Victory 
 And battle for the Lord ! 
 
128 
 
 SONGS OF WORK. 
 
 God's little bands are mighty 
 When girded with his might ; 
 
 And greatest wrongs are helpless 
 Before the smallest right. 
 
 8 
 
 Your enemies may gather 
 Like clouds in days of storms ; 
 
 But truth's bright blade, like lightning, 
 Shall scatter their proud forms. 
 
 4 
 The wrongs shall all be conquered, 
 
 And every foe submit ; 
 All, in that day that's coming, 
 
 Snail fall at Jesus' feet. 
 
 426 
 
 [Tune 425. 
 
 If you feel a love for sinners, 
 
 Do not cold and idle stand. 
 Though you have no words to utter. 
 
 You can reach a friendly hand. 
 Give a grasp that's kind and earnest, 
 
 It will surely reach the heart. 
 It may help some friendless wanderer. 
 
 To accept the better part. 
 
 Oho. — Consecrate your all to Jesus, 
 
 Give the hand, the heart, the 
 voice ; 
 Every kind deed done for Jesus, 
 Makes the loyal h^art rejoice. 
 
 2 
 
 Never look upon the sinner 
 
 With a cold and scornful eye j 
 Just remember what compassion 
 
 Jesus showed in days gone by. 
 Let your glance be kind and winning, 
 
 Let it show the love you feel 
 For the sinful ones that Jesus 
 
 Came to bless and save, and heal. 
 
 —Lanta Wilson Smith. 
 
 426 
 
 [Tune 426. 
 
 Move forward ! valiant men and strong. 
 Ye who have prayed and labored long, 
 The time has come for you to rise,"^ 
 For lo ! the sun rolls up the skies. 
 
 Oho. — Move forward, move forward, 
 All along the line ; 
 Move forward, move forward. 
 The light begins to shine. 
 
 Move forward ! each and every one. 
 The golden harvest is begun, 
 Ye reapers come from glen and glade, 
 And wield the sickle's glittering blade. 
 
 3 
 Move forward ! reaping as you move ! 
 Angels are watching from above ! 
 Around are witnesses a host, 
 Arouse ye now and save the lost. 
 
 4 
 Move forward ! day will die full soon. 
 How (juickly evening follows noon, 
 Now is the iime to work and pray — 
 Let glory crown the dying day. 
 
 —G. W. Crofn. 
 
 427 
 
 [Tune 427. 
 
 Yonder a vessel is breasting the gale, 
 Lost is her rudder and rent every sail ; 
 Heavily laden, there's naught can prevail. 
 O'er her the waters must rush with a wail. 
 
 Oho. — Out, out with the life-boats ! 
 
 Yonder are perishing souls in 
 their need ; 
 Out, out with the life-boats ! 
 Over the waters be flying with 
 speed. 
 
 2 
 
 See, she has stranded ! a wreck she must 
 
 be. 
 Yes, she is breaking, so wild is the sea ; 
 Signals are waving and cries may be 
 
 heard, 
 Surely among us some hearts may be 
 
 stirred. 
 
 3 
 Life has its ocean, and out on its sea. 
 Sin spreads its dangtrs, though hidden 
 
 they be, 
 Souls there are stranded, and loud is the 
 
 Help now is needed, or^lse they must 
 
 die. 
 
 — Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth. 
 
 428 
 
 |TuNE 428 
 
 " For Jesus' sake ; " thus angels sing 
 Around the ^reat white throne ; 
 
 To him their richest oflFerings bring 
 And worship him alone. 
 
SONGS OF WORK. 
 
 129 
 
 Cho.—'* For Jems' sake" shall be our 
 song ! 
 His right in us we own : 
 To him our life and all belong, 
 To him, and him alone. 
 
 2 
 
 "For Jesus' sake;" the blood-washed 
 shout ! 
 
 All safely sealed in heaven ; 
 Thev sing of his redeeming blood. 
 
 Through which they were forgiven. 
 
 3 
 
 •* For Jesus' sake " shall be our theme ; 
 
 His love, our richest prize ; 
 t*'oT his dear name alone we"'ll live. 
 
 And by his power arise. 
 
 4 
 *' For Jesus' sake ; " O blessed One ! 
 
 Fulfil our hearts' desire ; 
 
 ' We would unto thy glory live. 
 
 And in thy work expire. 
 
 —Rev. William Fawcett, D.D. 
 
 429 
 
 [TuNK 429. 
 
 Pr^-vise the Lord, his glories show, 
 Saints within his courts below. 
 Angels round his thijone above, 
 All that see and share his love. 
 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, 
 Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; 
 Age to a^e, and shore to shore, 
 Praise Ixim, praise him, evermore ! 
 
 2 
 
 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; 
 Praise his providence and grace, 
 ^V 11 that he for man hath done, 
 All he sends us through his Son : 
 Strings and voices, hands and hearts, 
 In the concert bear your parts ; 
 All that breathe, your Lord adore ; 
 Praise him, praise him, evermore !- 
 Amen. 
 
 —H. F. Lyte, 183k. 
 
 430 
 
 [Tune 430. 
 
 /' Be ye strong in the Lord and the power 
 of his might ! " 
 Firmly standing for the truth of his 
 Word; 
 He shall lead you safely through the 
 
 thickest of the fight, 
 " Von shall conquer in the name of the 
 Ldtd. 
 
 Cho. — Firmly stand for the right I 
 
 On to Victonr at tlie King's 
 . command ! 
 For the honor of the Lord and 
 the triumph of his Word, 
 In the strength of the Lord 
 firmly stand ! 
 
 2 
 
 ** Be ye strong in the Lord and the power 
 of his might ! " 
 Never turning from the face of the foe ; 
 He will surely by you stand, as you battle 
 for the right : 
 In the power of his might onward go ! 
 
 3 
 
 " Be ye strong in the Ijord and the power 
 of his might ! " 
 For his promises shall never, never fail ; 
 He will hold thy right hand, while 
 battling for the right. 
 Trusting him thou shalt evermore 
 prevail. 
 
 —El Nathan. 
 
 431 
 
 [Tune 431. 
 
 Oh, the world must be conquered for 
 Christ ! 
 And the standard reared up in his 
 name. 
 Must be planted on hill and in vale. 
 Till the world shall re-echo his fame. 
 
 Oho. — Forward, soldiers ! Forward, sol- 
 diers ! 
 Take the shield, bravely gird 
 on the sword ! 
 To the battle ! To the battle ! 
 To the war in the nam<^ of the 
 Lord ! 
 
 Yes, the world must be conquered for 
 Christ ! 
 Ev'ry soul must be brought to his fold I 
 To the front, O ye soldiers, to arms ! 
 To the war, ye whose names are en- 
 rolled ! 
 
 Yes, the world must be conquered for 
 Christ! ^ 
 Take the shield, soldiers, gird on the 
 sword ! 
 Let the struggle be earnest and brave! 
 To the war m the name of the Lord ! 
 —Rev. E. A. Roffmau. 
 
 i 
 
ISO 
 
 SONGS OF WORK. 
 
 432 
 
 [Tune 432. 
 
 Sound the alarm ! let the watchman cry ! 
 '•Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh ;'' 
 Who will cHcapt^ from the wrath t^>come? 
 Who have a place in the houI's bright 
 home ? 
 
 Cuo.— Sound the alarm, watchman ! 
 Hound the alarm ! 
 For the Lord will come with a 
 
 conquering arm ; 
 And the liOHtH of sin, as their 
 
 ranks advance, 
 Shall wither and fall at his glance. 
 
 2 
 
 Sound the alarm ! let the cry go forth. 
 Swift as the wind, o'er the realms of 
 
 earth ; 
 " Flee to the Rock where the soul may 
 
 hide ! 
 Flee to the Rock ! in its cleft abide T" 
 
 3 
 
 Sound the alarm on the mountain's brow ! 
 Plead with the lost by the wayside now : 
 Warn them to come and .the truth 
 
 embrace ; 
 Urge them to come and be saved by grace. 
 
 4 
 
 Sound the alarm in the youthful ear ; 
 - Sound it aloud that the old may hear ; 
 Blow ye the trump while the day-beams 
 
 last! 
 Blow ye the tnunp till the light is past ! 
 
 —F. J. Crosby. 
 
 a 
 
 They are looking down from the golden 
 land, 
 Our beloveii are looking down ; 
 They have done their work, they have 
 borne their cross, 
 And received their promised crown. 
 
 3 
 
 Oh, the song tolls on from the golden 
 land, 
 And our hearts are ^tron;^ to-day, 
 For it nerves our souls with its mxisic 
 sweet. 
 As we toil in the noon-tide ray. 
 
 4 
 Oh, the song rolls on from the golden 
 land. 
 From its vales of joy and flowers ; 
 And we feel and know by a living faith 
 That its tones will soon be ours. 
 
 — J. Johnson. 
 
 434 
 
 [Tune 434. 
 
 433 
 
 [Tune 433. 
 
 Have ve heard the song from the golden 
 land? 
 Have ye heard the glad new song ! 
 Let us bind our sheaves with a willing 
 hand. 
 For the time will not be long. 
 
 Oho. — The Lord of the harvest will soon 
 appear, 
 His smile, his voice we shall see 
 
 and hear ! 
 The Lord of the harvest will soon 
 appear. 
 And gather the reapers home ! 
 
 Hark ! the Good Shepherd is calling his 
 neighbors, 
 Calling his friends to go with him to- 
 day. 
 Out in the desert, where sinners are 
 wandering. 
 Lost in the darkness, so blindly astray. 
 
 Cho. — Jesus is seeking them, seeking to 
 save them, 
 Out in the midnight, out in the 
 cold; 
 Tenderly, prayerfully, follow the 
 Master 
 Lead some ^>vX)r wanderer into 
 the fold. 
 
 2 
 
 Linger no longer in selfish indifference, 
 Rouse to the work of the Master we 
 love; 
 Let his own Spirit still guide and direct 
 you. 
 Seek souls for Jesus; oh, point them 
 above. 
 
 3 
 Tell them of pastures where bright are 
 the sunbeams, 
 Where the still waters glide gently 
 along ; 
 Tell tnem of him who is mighty to save 
 them. 
 Yours then to join in the glorious song. 
 
 —E. 'E. HewUt. 
 
 Oho.- 
 
SONGS OF BXPEKIBNOB. 
 
 131 
 
 436 
 
 [TuNK 436. 
 
 You're lon(|ping to work for the MaHter, 
 
 Yet waiting for something to do ; 
 You fancy the future is holding 
 
 Some wonderful mission for you ; 
 But while you are waiting the inomentH 
 
 Are rapidly passing away ; 
 O brother, awake from your dreaming, 
 
 Do something for Jesus to-day. 
 
 Cho. — Do something, do something, 
 
 Do something for Jesus today ; 
 O brother, the moments are pass- 
 
 Do something for Jesus to-day. 
 
 2 
 
 (to rescue that wandering -brother 
 
 Who sinks 'neath his burden of woe, 
 A single kind action may save him, 
 
 If love and compassion you show ; 
 Don't shrink from the vilest about you, 
 
 If you can but lead them from sin ; 
 For this is the grandest of missions, — 
 
 Lost souls for the Master to win. 
 
 3 
 
 Go sing happy songs of rejoicing 
 
 With those who no sorrows have known; 
 Go weep with the heart-broken mourner, 
 
 Go comfort the sad and the lone ; 
 From pitfalls and snares of the tempter 
 
 Go rescue the thoughtless and wild : 
 Go win from pale lips a " God bless you," 
 
 Go brighten the life of a child. 
 
 4 
 Oh, never, my brother, stand waiting, 
 
 Be willing to do what you can ; 
 The humblest service is needed. 
 
 To fill out the Father's great plan ; 
 Be earning your stars of rejoicing 
 
 While earth-life is passing away ; 
 Win someone to meet you in glory, — 
 
 Do something for Jesus to-day. 
 
 —Lanta Wilson Smith. 
 
 436 
 
 [Tune 436. 
 
 18 song. 
 HewUt. 
 
 All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 
 
 All my being's ransomed powers ; 
 All my thoughts, and words, and doings, 
 
 All my days, and all my hours. 
 
 Cho. — ^All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 
 
 All my days, and all my hours. 
 
 Let my hands perform his bidding, 
 Let my feet run in his ways, — 
 
 I^et my eyes see Jesus only, 
 Let my lips s^ieak forth his praise. 
 
 Cho.— All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 
 Let my lips speak forth his 
 praise. 
 
 3 
 
 Hi nee my eyes were fixed on Jesus, 
 
 I've lost sight of all beside ; 
 So enehainea my 8i)irit's vision, 
 
 Looking at the Crucified ! 
 
 Cho. —All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 
 All for Jesus Crucified ! 
 
 4 
 
 Oh, what woiider ! how amazing ! 
 
 Jesus — glorious King of kings- 
 Deigns to call me his beloved, 
 
 Lets me rest Ijeneath his wings ! 
 
 Cho.— All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 
 
 Resting now beneath his wings ! 
 — Mr». Mary D. Jamea. 
 
 >\\\ 
 
 SONGS OF EXPERIENCE. 
 
 437 
 
 [Tune 437. 
 
 Since I came at Jesus' bidding, " 
 
 And received the promised rest, 
 I have found his ways most pleasant^ 
 
 And his paths serene and blest ; 
 Trials have been changed to conquests, 
 
 Sighs are lost in songs of praise ; 
 And all turmoil, care and conflict 
 
 Arc transformed by hope's bright rays. 
 
 Cho. — I have found it, I ha\ a found it, . 
 That for which I've been in 
 quest, 
 Satisfied are all my longings, 
 Now I've found his promised 
 rest. 
 
 2 
 On his love my rest is founded, 
 
 And no storms that Rock can shake. 
 Though the winds may blow about it. 
 
 And the waves against it break ; 
 Not a doubt can mar this trysting, 
 
 Not a fear disturb my calm. 
 Nor a weapon formed against me, 
 
 Do my peaceful spirit harm. 
 
132 
 
 SONGS OF EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Oh, this rest the Saviour gives me, 
 
 Is the pearl of greatest worth, 
 In its precionsness and comfort, 
 
 Far surpassing gems of earth ! 
 Moth and rust cannot corrupt it, 
 
 Naught shall rob this treasure mine. 
 For the k-est is his who gave it. 
 
 And is kept by grace divine. 
 
 — F. 0. Bmronnhs. 
 
 438 
 
 [Tune 438. 
 
 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 
 Safe on his gentle breast, 
 There by his love o'ershaded. 
 
 Sweetly my soul shall rest. 
 Hark ! 'tis the voice of angels, 
 
 Borne in a song to me, 
 Over the fields of glory. 
 
 Over the jasper sea. 
 
 Oho. — Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 Safe on his gentle breast, 
 There by his love o'ershaded. 
 Sweetly my soul shall rest. 
 
 2 
 
 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 
 Safe from corroding care. 
 Safe from the world's temptations. 
 
 Sin cannot harm me there. 
 Free from the blight of sorrow, 
 
 Free from my doubts and fears. 
 Only a few more trials. 
 
 Only a few more tears. 
 
 3 
 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, 
 
 Jesus has died for me ; 
 Firm on the Rock of ages, 
 . Ever my trust shall be. 
 Here let me wait with patience. 
 
 Wait till the night is o'er ; 
 Wait till I see the morning 
 
 Break on the golden shore. 
 
 —Mrs. P. J. Van Alstyne. 
 
 439 
 
 [Tune 439. 
 
 Ta'-e time to be holy. 
 
 Speak oft with thy Lord ; 
 Abide in him alvyays. 
 
 And feed on his word ; 
 Make friends of God's children, 
 
 Help those who are weak, 
 Forgetting in nothing 
 
 Uis blessing to seek. 
 
 Take time to be holy, 
 
 The world rushes on ; 
 Spend much time in secret, 
 
 With Jesus alone ; 
 By looking to Jesus, 
 
 Like him thou shalt be ; 
 Thy friends in thy conduct 
 
 His likeness shall see. 
 
 3 
 
 Take time to be holy, 
 
 Let him be thy Guide, 
 And run not before him, 
 
 \Yhatever betide ; 
 In joy or in sorrow. 
 
 Still follow thy Lord, 
 And, looking to Jesus, 
 
 Still trust in his Word. 
 
 4 
 Take time to be holy. 
 
 Be calm in thy soul, 
 Each thought and each motive 
 
 Beneath his control ; 
 Tnus led by his Spirit 
 
 To fountains of love. 
 Thou soon shalt be fitted 
 
 For service above. 
 
 —W. D. Longataff. 
 
 440 o.M. 
 
 [AZMON. 
 
 There is an Eye that never sleeps 
 
 Beneath the wing of night, 
 There is an Ear that never shuts, 
 When sink the beams of light. 
 2 
 There is an Arm that never tires. 
 
 When human strength gives way ; 
 There is a Love that never fails 
 When earthly loves decay. 
 8 
 That Eye is fixed on seraph throngs 
 
 That Arm upholds-^e sky. 
 That Ea* is filled with angel songs, 
 Thftt love is throne'd on high. 
 4 
 But there's a power which man can wield, 
 
 When mortal aid is vain — 
 That Eye, that Arm, that Love to reach. 
 That listening Ear to gain. 
 5 
 That power is prayer, which soars on high, 
 
 Through Jesus to the throne. 
 And moves the hand which mores the 
 world. 
 To bring salvation down. 
 
 — /. A, Wallacet 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 133 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 441 
 
 [Tune 441. 
 
 Saviour, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Listen while we sing : 
 Hearts and voices raising 
 
 Praises to oixr King. 
 All we have we offer, 
 
 All we hope to be, 
 Bodv, soul, and spirit, 
 
 All we yield to thee. 
 
 2 
 
 Nearer, ever nearer, 
 
 Christ, we draw to thee. 
 Deep in adoration 
 
 Bending low the knee. 
 'Thou for our redemption, 
 
 Cam'st on earth to die ; 
 Thou, that we might follow. 
 
 Hast gone up on high. 
 
 3 
 Clearer still, and clearer 
 
 Dawns the light from heaven ; 
 In our sadness bringing 
 
 News of sin forgiven. 
 Life has lost its shadows, 
 
 Pure the light within ; 
 Thou hast shed thy radiance 
 
 On a world of sin. 
 
 4 
 Higher then, and higher. 
 
 Bear the ransomed soul, 
 Earthly toils forgetting. 
 
 Saviour, to its goal ; 
 Where, in joys unthought of. 
 
 Saints with angels sing, 
 Never weary, raising 
 
 Praises to their King. — Amen. 
 
 —O. Thring, 1862. 
 
 442 
 
 [Salvation. 
 
 1. Wallaces r 
 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
 With all-engaging charms ; , 
 
 Hark how he calls the tender lambs. 
 And folds them in his arms ! 
 
 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 
 ■For 'twas to bless such souls as these. 
 The Lord of angels came." 
 
 We bring them. Lord, in thankful hands, 
 
 And yield them up to thee ; 
 Joyful that^we ourselves are thine. 
 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 —Doddridge. 
 
 443 
 
 [Tune 443. 
 
 Blow, ye golden trumpets, blow ! 
 Let the sleeping nations know 
 
 Christ the Lord is born. 
 Yonder see the Bethlehem star. 
 Guiding mortals from afar ; 
 Peace snail reign forever more, 
 
 Christ the Lord is born. 
 
 Cho. — Alleluia ! praise the Lord ! 
 
 'Tis the blessed Christmas mom; 
 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
 Christ the Lord is born ! 
 
 2 
 
 Ring, O ring, ye silvery bells ! 
 Far and near your cadence swells, 
 
 Christ the Lord is born, 
 Ring, and banish doubt and fear, 
 Ring, till all with joy shall hear 
 Sin is vanquished, victory's near, 
 
 Christ the Lord is born. 
 
 —Mrs. M. A. Kidder. 
 
 444 
 
 [Tune 444. 
 
 If I love Jesus, the Saviour above. 
 What will I gain when I give him my 
 
 love? 
 Teacher says, "Jesus my Saviour will 
 
 be;" 
 Tells me and sings to me, ** Jesu8 lovei 
 
 me." 
 
 Cho. — Then help me love Jesus ! 
 I'll try to love Jesus ! 
 I want to love Jesus, 
 For Jesus loves me. 
 
 2 
 
 If I love Jesus, and Jesus loves me, 
 I shall be happy as happy can be ! 
 When I love Jesus I never am rude ; 
 When I love Jesus I always am good. 
 
 3 
 
 If I love Jesus, and live by his word, 
 I shall be like him ; he will be my Lord, 
 Jesus will help me be holy and wise. 
 Fit me a beautiful home m the skies. 
 
 i; 
 
 /.■...., 
 
Id4 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 y 
 
 I will love Jesus, my Saviour and King ; 
 For him I hold up m^ hand while I sing ; 
 Give him my heart his own temple to be : 
 Live for his glory, because he loves me. 
 — Llewellyn A. Morrison. 
 
 446 
 
 [Tune 445. 
 
 Behold ! behold ! the Lamb of God, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 For you he shed his precious blood. 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 Now hear his all-important cry, 
 Eloi, lama sabacthani ; 
 Draw near and see your Saviour die, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
 2 
 'Tis done ! the mighty deed is done, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross, 
 The battle fought, the victory won, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, 
 While Jesus doth atonement make, 
 While Jesus suffers for our sake. 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
 3 
 Where'er I go I'll tell the story. 
 
 Of the cross, of the cross. 
 In nothing else my soul shall glory 
 
 Save the cross, save the cross. . 
 Yes, this my constant theme shall be, 
 Through time, and in eternity. 
 That Jesus suffered death for me, 
 
 On the cross, on the cross. 
 
 446 
 
 [Tune 446. 
 
 To do thy holy will. 
 
 To bear thy cross. 
 To trust thy mercy still 
 
 In pain or loss — 
 Poor gifts are these to bring, 
 
 Dear Lord, to thee. 
 Who hast done everything 
 
 For me — for me ! 
 
 2 
 For thy beloved Son, 
 
 And precious Word — 
 For all thv goodness done 
 
 On earth, O Lord 1 
 For leave that I may live — 
 
 Blest boon ofthine-^ 
 What recompense can give 
 
 This heart of mine ! 
 
 3 
 
 Thou, who enthroned above, 
 
 Dost hear my call. 
 Oh, can my faithful love, 
 
 Pay thee for all? 
 Poor recompense to bring, 
 
 Dear Lord, to thee. 
 Who hast done everything 
 
 For me — for me ! 
 
 — O. Cooper 
 
 447 
 
 [Tune 447. 
 
 Throw out the Life-Line across the dark 
 
 wave. 
 There is a brother whom someone shotQd 
 
 ' save ; 
 Somebody's brother I oh, who then will 
 
 dare 
 To throw out the Life-Line, his peril to 
 
 share? 
 
 CHO.^-Throw out the Life-Line ! 
 Throw out the Life-Line ! 
 
 Someone is drifting away ; 
 Throw out the Life-Line ! 
 Throw out the Life- Line ! 
 
 Someone is sinking to-day. 
 
 2 
 
 Throw out the Life-Line with hand quick 
 
 and Btrong : 
 Why do you tarry, why linger so long? 
 See ! he is sinking ; oh, hasten to-day — 
 And out with the Life-Boat ! away, tnen, 
 
 away ! 
 
 8 
 
 Throw out the Life-Line to danger- 
 
 fraugjht men. 
 Sinking in anguish where you've never 
 
 been : 
 Winds of temptation and billows of woe 
 Will soon hurl them out where the dark 
 
 waters flow. 
 
 Soon will the season of rescue be o'er, 
 Soon will they drift. to eternity's shore. 
 Haste then, my brother, no time for 
 
 delay. 
 But throw out the Life-Line and save 
 
 them to-day. 
 
 —Rev. B. S. Ufford. 
 
 V - "^1 
 
EASTER 8BRVI0E. 
 
 135 
 
 EASTER SERVICE. 
 
 443 [Tune 448. 
 
 Full Chorus— 
 
 Hail to thee ! hail to thee ! Beautiful 
 
 Morning ! 
 Beautiful Easter, we hail thee with 
 
 joy. 
 
 Semi-Chorus— 
 
 - Bright is the light, through the por- 
 tals of glory ; 
 Fair is the glow of the roseate 
 dawn, 
 Grolden the sceptre and sweet is the 
 story 
 That comes with thy coming, oh, 
 fair Easter morn — 
 
 Full Chorus— 
 
 Beautiful Morning! glad Easter 
 
 Morning ! 
 Beautiful, teautiful Morning. 
 
 Alto Solo— 
 
 1 
 What is the light that now breaks o'er the 
 mountain ? 
 What is the splendor that gilds every 
 vale 
 With a wonderful glory that breaks 
 through the shadows, 
 A beautiful sunlight that never can 
 fail? 
 
 Soprano Solo — 
 
 1 
 'Tis the light of redemption our Saviour 
 has purchased, 
 A joy that has come on the wings of 
 tne morn, 
 'Tis a balm for the wounded, a rest for 
 the weary. 
 That comes with thy coming, oh, fair 
 Easter morn. 
 
 Alto Solo— 
 
 2 
 
 What is the message that fills us with 
 gladness ? 
 What is the hope that tinges the gloom? 
 With a wonderful halo that banishes 
 
 A beautiful joy that hallows the tomb? 
 
 Soprano Solo— 
 
 2 
 
 'Tis a true living hope that outlives every 
 sorrow, 
 A truth that on pinions of mercy is 
 borne, 
 'Tis a solace to grief and a light in the, 
 darkness, 
 That comes with thy coming, oh, fair 
 Easter mom. 
 
 Full Chorus— ■ 
 
 . The Saviour is risen, forever trium- 
 phant. 
 He died to redeem us from death 
 and from sin. 
 We hail thee with joy, oh, bright 
 resurrection. 
 Through portals of glory we now 
 enter in. 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 Hallelujah, Christ is risen ! 
 Sing glory ! sing glory ! 
 
 Be now and evermore ! 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! Christ is risen ! 
 Sing glory! Hallelujah! 
 Amen, Amen, Amen! 
 
 —Emma Pitt. 
 
 449 L-^- 
 
 CTuNE 157. 
 
 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. Ceimick. 
 
 450 LM. 
 
 [TuNK 75. 
 
 We thank thee, Lord, for this our food, 
 But more because of Jesus' blood, 
 Let manna to our souls be given, 
 The Bread of Life sent down from heaven. 
 
 —J. Cennick. 
 
 461 L.M. 
 
 [Tune 1. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host j 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 —Bishop K«n. 
 
 m 
 
 ■■\ .-, 
 
136 
 
 DISMISSION. 
 
 DISMISSION. 
 
 452 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 ! 
 
 2 
 
 Thanks we give, and adoration. 
 For thy gospel's ioyful sound; 
 
 May the fruits of tny salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 
 So, whene'er the signal's given 
 Us from earth to call away. 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 
 May we ever 
 Eeign with Christ in endless day. 
 
 —J. Faweett. 
 
 OPENING AND CLOSING SERVICES. 
 
 loving 
 
 I. Silence. 
 
 II. DOXOLOGY. 
 
 III. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Supt. How excellent is £hy 
 kindness, O God ! 
 
 School. Therefore the children of men 
 put their tri^st under the shadow of thy 
 wings. 
 
 Supt. They shall be abundantly satis- 
 fied with the fatness of thy house. 
 
 School. And thou shalt make them 
 drink of the rivers of thy pleasures. 
 
 OPENING S3RVICE. 
 
 Supt. For with thee is the fountain of 
 
 life. 
 
 School. In thy light shall we see light. 
 
 Supt. Commit thy way unto the Lord. 
 
 School. Trust also in him and he shall 
 bring it to pass. 
 
 Supt. Rest in the Lord and wait pa- 
 tiently for him. 
 
 School. Those that wait upon the Lord, 
 they shall inherit the earth. 
 
 I V. Singing. 
 V. Prater. 
 
 I. Singing. 
 
 II. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Sunt* My son, forget not my law ; but 
 let thine heart keep my commandments ; 
 
 closing service. 
 
 for length of days, and long life, and 
 peace, snail they add to thee. 
 
 School. The Lord our God will we 
 serve, and his voice will we obey. 
 
 III. Dismission. 
 
 opening 
 
 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. [and be glad. 
 
 School. The humble shall near thereof, 
 
 service. 
 
 Supt. O taste and •see that the Lord is 
 good. 
 
 School. Blessed is the man that trusteth 
 in him. 
 
 III. Singing. 
 
 IV. Prayer. 
 
 V. Scriptural Lesson. 
 
 I. Singing. 
 II. Responsive Sentences. 
 
 Supt. Trust in the Lord, and do good : 
 so snalt thou dwell in the land, and 
 verily thou shalt be fed. 
 
 closing service. 
 
 School. Commit thy way unto the Lord* 
 trust also in him ; and he shall bring it 
 to pass. 
 
 III. DiSMiasioN. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 A better day is cominpr 321 
 
 Abide with me, fast falls the eventide 330 
 
 Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet ! 129 
 
 A charge to keep I have 108 
 
 A few more j'ears shall roll 297 
 
 Again we meet with one accord 229 
 
 A great Rock stands in a weary land 97 
 
 Ah, tell me not of gold or treasure 400 
 
 Alas 1 and did my Saviour bleed? 307 
 
 A little talk with Jesus 389 
 
 All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 436 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 5 
 
 All my doubts I give to Jesus 65 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 3 
 
 All praise to our redeeming Lord 132 
 
 All the way my Saviour leiwis me 43 
 
 All things beautiful and fair 348 
 
 AH ye that pass by 85 
 
 "Almost persuaded" now to believe 96 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross? 188 
 
 Amid the swelling chorus 237 
 
 And can it be that I should gain 60 
 
 Angels, from the realms of glorj- 299 
 
 Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted ?. . . 37 
 
 Arise, go forth to conquer 271 
 
 Arise, mj' 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 
 
 At thy feet, our God and Father 367 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 324 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 1 
 
 .3ehoId, a stone in Zion laid 28 
 
 Behold ! behold ! the Lamb of God 445 
 
 Behold the Saviour of mankind 306 
 
 Be it my only wisdom here 213 
 
 Be present at our table. Lord 449 
 
 " Be ye strong in the Lord and the power 430 
 
 Blessed be the fountain of blood 127 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 131 
 
 Blow, ye golden trumpets, blow ! 443 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the 800 
 
 Brightly gleams our banner 196 
 
 Brother, make a friend of Jesus ! '. 870 
 
 Oalled to the feast by the King are we ... . 349 
 
 Oall hosannas from the shadows, soul of. . . 413 
 
 " Call them in"— the poor,'the wretched, , 173 
 
 ' Oast thy bread upon tne waters 183 
 
 children, loud hosannas singing 265 
 
 HYMN 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 311 
 
 Closer, Lord, to thee I cling 397 
 
 Come, every soul by sin oppressed 64 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 880 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost 21 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 19 
 
 Come, Jeijus, Redeemer ! abide thou with 381 
 
 Come, let us anew our joilmey pursue .... 344 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 68 
 
 Come, let us, who in Christ believe '. . 135 . 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 223 
 
 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast 75 
 
 Come, stay thy feet by the sheltering Rook 95 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing 218 
 
 Come to the Saviour, make no delay S69 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate ! where'er ye languish 79 
 
 Come, ye saints, behold 312 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 86 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lord 130 
 
 Conducted by thy hand 842 
 
 Conquering now and still to conquer 879 
 
 Crown him with many crowns 7 
 
 Depth of mercy, can there be.. . . .'. 98 
 
 Disciples of Jeaus, why stand ye here idle ? 187 
 Down at the cross where my Saviour died. 122 
 Do you see the Hebrew captive knt.eling . . 422 
 
 Eternal Father ! strong to save 206 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy 841 
 
 Faint not, nor falter in the way . 878 
 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 99 
 
 Far and near the fields are teeming 180 
 
 Father, aga|n in Jesus' name we meet. .... 371 
 
 Father, bless our school to-day 277 ' 
 
 Father of all, in whom alone we live 292 
 
 Father of mercies 2k5 
 
 Fear not ! God is th;^ shield 410 
 
 First among, the CI)ristian graces 355 
 
 Forever here my rest ^hall be 46 
 
 " Forever with the Lord ! " 268 
 
 " For Jesus' sake ; " thus angels sing .... 428 
 
 Friends of temperance, onward ^o 337 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies 26 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows 204 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 818 
 
 Gather them in, for there yet is room 164 
 
 Gentle, holy Jesus 288 
 
 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us „. 288 
 
13a 
 
 IN0EX. 
 
 HTMX 
 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 248 
 
 Give thanks :~;to God, who is able 839 
 
 Glory be to God the Father 24 
 
 Glory to God in the highest % 298 
 
 Qlorj' CO God on high 12 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night 825 
 
 Glory to the Father give 266 
 
 God be with you till we meet again 359 
 
 God calling vet ! shall I not hear ? 73 
 
 God has said, " Forever ulessed " 279 
 
 God kindly keepeth those he loves 147 
 
 God of my life, through all my days 146 
 
 God save our gracious Queen 340 
 
 God will take care of you. All through the 411 
 
 Ck) labour on ; spend, and be spent 171 
 
 Golden harps are sounding 316 
 
 Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd 282 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine 207 
 
 Great God, wilt thou condescend ? 274 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 210 
 
 Hail, thou once despised Jesus 16 
 
 Hail to thee ! hail to thee ! Beautiful 448 
 
 Happy man whom God doth aid ! 350 
 
 Happy the child 267 
 
 Happy the man who finds the grace 16'^ 
 
 Hark, hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are "^49 
 Hark ! 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear . . . 263 
 Hark ! the Good Shepherd is calling his . . . 434 
 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing 301 
 
 Hark ! there comes a whisper 78 
 
 Har': ! the Saviour's voice from heaven 92 
 
 Harit: i the song of Jubilee 822 
 
 Hark ! the temperance bells are ringing. . . 334 
 
 Hark, the voice of Jesus calling 182 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices ? 302 
 
 Have courage, my boy, to say No ! 836 
 
 Have ye heard the song from the golden . . 433 
 
 idear ye npw the gladsome tidings 364 
 
 Heavenlj' Father, we adore thee 228 
 
 He leadeth me 40 
 
 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face . . 357 
 
 Holy Bible, book divine 293 
 
 Holy Ghost, my Comforter 18 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord Gofl Almighty ! 23 
 
 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide 20 
 
 Homes there are of want and sorrow 835 
 
 Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest ! 174 
 
 How firm a foundation 51 
 
 How hap^y every child of grace 252 
 
 How precious is the book divine . t 294 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. 14 
 
 Hushed was the evening hymn 392 
 
 r am coming to Jesus for rest ^383 
 
 I am coming to the cross . ; 123 
 
 I am thine, O Lord, I have heard 120 
 
 I am trusting thee. Lord Jesus ... 56 
 
 I am waiting for the Master 160 
 
 If aught of thy life should be savored with 384 
 
 If I love Jesus, the Saviour above 444 
 
 If you feel a lov for sinners 425 
 
 I Have a Saviour, he's pleading in glory 212 
 
 I have heard of a Saviour's love .' . . 272 
 
 I hear a voice, 'tis soft and sweet S95 
 
 I heard a voice, the sweetest voice 399 
 
 I hcwd the voice of Jesus say 149 
 
 BTMN 
 
 I hear thy welcome Toioe IIU 
 
 I hope to meet you all in glory 287 
 
 I know not why God's wondrous grace. . 402 
 I know there's a rest that remaineth for me 200 
 
 I lay my sins on Jesus 151 
 
 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath ... 227 
 
 I love to sinu: of that great Power 17 
 
 I love to tell the story 296 
 
 I need thee everjr hour 36 
 
 I need thee, precious Jesus 85 
 
 In the crimson of the morning, in the . 406 
 
 I've found a friend in Jesus 38 
 
 I've reached the land of com and wine — 125 
 
 I want to be a worker for the Lord 185 
 
 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 351 
 
 In the Christian's home in glory '.. 246 
 
 In the harvest field there is" work 176 
 
 In the secret of his presence 49 
 
 Into a tent where a g}j>ay boy laj' . 323 
 
 Is there a sinner awaiting? 93 
 
 Jerusalem the golden 242 
 
 Jesus all my grief is sharing 361 
 
 Jesus ! and shall it ever be 158 
 
 Jesus .essed Jesus 281 
 
 JesuS; my cross have taken .- 137 
 
 Jesus is tenderly calling thee home 421 
 
 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 btrength, my hope '.'. ..... 142 
 
 Jesus, name all names above 360 
 
 Jesus, refuge of the weary 47 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me 375 
 
 Jesus shall reign 317 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me 280 
 
 Jesus ! the name high over all 8 
 
 Jesus, thou joy of loving heai s 48 
 
 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 139 
 
 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come 804 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 113 
 
 Lead, kindly light 41 
 
 Lead me to Jesus, my soul is so weary 215 
 
 Lead, us, heavenly Father, lead us 26 
 
 Let earth and heaven agree 10 
 
 Let everlasting glories crown 291 
 
 Let him to whom we now belong 118 
 
 Let us gather u^ the sunbeams 179 
 
 Life is nill of evil, brother 74 
 
 Lift up the gospel banner 423 
 
 Living Water, freely flowing 22 
 
 Lo ! God is here 1 let us adore 2 
 
 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious ! 814 
 
 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 104 
 
 Lord, bless our Sabbath school 264 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 452 
 
 Lord, I CAre not for riches 845 
 
 Lord, I despair mysslf to heal 108 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of bleseing. ....... 107 
 
 Lord, if at thy command 320 
 
 Lord, in the strength of grace 116 
 
INDEX. 
 
 139 
 
 
 BTMN 
 
 • ■ • • 
 
 .. IIU 
 
 
 .. 287 
 
 ace. . 
 
 402 
 
 1 ?or me 200 
 
 
 .. 161 
 
 th... 
 
 227 
 
 • • • 
 
 .. 17 
 
 
 . 296 
 
 
 .. 36 
 
 
 .. 85 
 
 he.. 
 
 .. 406 
 
 , , 
 
 .. 38 
 
 
 .. 125 
 
 
 .. 185 
 
 
 .. 34 
 
 ur 
 
 .. 62 
 
 .... 
 
 .. 13 
 
 fill land 256 
 
 
 .. 351 
 
 
 :. 246 
 
 
 .. 176 
 
 
 ... 49 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 823 
 
 
 .. 93 
 
 
 ... 242 
 
 
 . . 361 
 
 
 . .. 158 
 
 
 . .. 281 
 
 
 . . . 137 
 
 
 ... 421 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 65 
 
 
 .. 45 
 
 
 . . . 112 
 
 llOf- . 
 
 ... 77 
 
 '* 
 
 .. 142 
 
 
 ...860 
 
 . • . « 
 
 ... 47 
 
 
 ... 375 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 317 
 
 
 . .. 280 
 
 
 ... 8 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 48 
 
 
 ...139 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 804 
 
 .... 
 
 ... 118 
 
 
 ... 41 
 
 iry . 
 
 ... 215 
 
 . . * • 
 
 ... 26 
 
 
 ... 10 
 
 
 . .. ?jil 
 
 
 ... 118 
 
 
 ... 179 
 
 
 ... 74 
 
 423 
 
 22 
 
 2 
 
 3!.. 
 
 ... 814 
 
 
 ...104 
 
 264 
 
 452 
 
 
 ...846 
 
 
 ... 103 
 
 
 ... 320 
 
 lie 
 
 HTMN 
 
 Lord, in this thy mercy's day 101 
 
 Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole. . . 126 
 
 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows 2S5 
 
 Lo i the fields are white for harvest 176 
 
 Loving Redeemer, behold us to-day 387 
 
 Low in the grave he lay 808 
 
 " Man of Sorrows," what a name 68 
 
 Many souls on life's dark ocean 356 
 
 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 310 
 
 Master, the tempest is raging ! 403 
 
 May every year but draw more near 347 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour 363 
 
 'Mid scenes of confusion 150 
 
 More love to thee, O Christ 219 
 
 Mourner, wheresoe'^r thou art 90 
 
 Move forward ! valiant men and strong. . . 426 
 
 Must I go — uid empty-handed? 186 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone ! 189 
 
 My body, soul, and spirit 117 
 
 My faith looks up to thee 224 
 
 My Father is rich in houses and lands 148 
 
 My God, and Father, whije I st ra\- 145 
 
 My God, lam thine 1 169 
 
 My hope ie built on nothing less 138 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need* 141 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard 162 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 216 
 
 Nearer, O God, to thee ! . . , 418 
 
 " Nearer the cross I " my heart 114 
 
 Near to the Saviour, O come very near 391 
 
 " Neither do I condemn thee " 69 
 
 Never further tha;n thy cross 154 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 67 
 
 Not far from the gate of that beautiful city 251 
 
 Now I have found the giound 140 
 
 Now lust a word for Jesus ... 133 
 
 Now the day is over 369 
 
 Now the daylight goes away 326 
 
 Now, the sowing and the weeping 166 
 
 O'er Jordan's dark and stonny i'i\ er 236 
 
 Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord 346 
 
 Oh, day of rest and gladness 288 
 
 Oh, do not let the word depart 87 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God 209 
 
 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink 143 
 
 Oh, for a he^-t to praise my God 124 
 
 Oh, for a thousand tongfues to sing 4 
 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand . 358 
 
 Oh, happy day that fixed my "hoice 231 
 
 Oh, happy is the child who hears 261 
 
 Oh, hear my cry, be gracious now 214 
 
 Oh, how happy are they 156 
 
 O holy Saviour 1 Friend unseen 368 
 
 0^1, praise ye the Lord with n trumpet sou nd 315 
 
 Oh, precious words that Jes.us said 80 
 
 Oh, safe to the Rock that if higher tlian I . . 50 
 
 Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep 53 
 
 oil, the bitter pain and sorrcv 119 
 
 Oh, the world must be conquered Toi- Uhrist 431 
 
 Oh, let us be glad in our Saviour and King 365 
 
 O thou who camest from above 208 
 
 Oh, we are the reapers 178 
 
 Oh, what shall I do, my Saviour 233 
 
 Oh, word of words, the sweetest 82 
 
 HTMM 
 
 Oh, worship the King all gloriouR 
 
 O Jesus, I^have promised 877 
 
 O my Redeemer, while thy throne 862 
 
 Once I heard a sound at m;i^' heart's dark . . 420 
 
 Once I thought I walked with Jesus 59 
 
 Once I wandered in the maze of error 162 
 
 One by one, our loved ones slowly 197 
 
 One more day's work for Jesus 181 
 
 One more hymn we'll sing at parting 278 
 
 " Only a beam of sunshine " 886 
 
 On the happy golden shore 288 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing 407 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers 198 
 
 " Onward, upward, homeward I " 409 
 
 Our Father, who art in heaven 205 
 
 Our life is like a stormy sea 417 
 
 Our Lord is now rejected 260 
 
 Out on the ocean all boundless we ride 405 
 
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour .' . . . 106 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. . 461 
 
 Praise the Lord, his glories show 429 
 
 Praise the Rock of our salvation 280 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 201 
 
 Rescue the perishing 163 
 
 Ring, ring the bells over ocean and shore. . 309 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 44 
 
 Boiling downward through the midnight. . 388 
 
 Safe in the arms of Jesus 438 
 
 Safely through another week 287 
 
 Saved to the uttermost : I am the Lord's . . 128 
 
 Saviour, again to thy dear name 329 
 
 Saviour, blessed Saviour 441 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 331 
 
 Saviour, lead me, lest I stray 42 
 
 Saviour, let me still abide 39 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 276 
 
 Saviour, more than life to me 57 
 
 Saviour 1 thy dying love 121 
 
 Saviour, while my heart is tender 276 
 
 See how great a flame aspires 199 
 
 See Israel's gent le Shepherd stand 442 
 
 See, the Church of Christ arises S38 
 
 See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph 270 
 
 Seeking the lost 33 
 
 Shall we all meet at home in the morning. 258 
 
 Shall we gather at tV<e river 239 
 
 She only touched the hem of his garment. 109 
 
 Shine on our souls, eternal God 893 
 
 Since I came at Jesus' bidding 437 
 
 Sing them over again to me 289 
 
 Sing to the great Jehovah's praise 1 343 
 
 Sinners Jesus will receive 29 
 
 Sit down beneath his shadow 398 
 
 Sittiu' ' by the gateway of a palace 24& 
 
 Soft atid noiseless as the snow-flakes 394 
 
 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling 76 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray 827 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise ! 190 
 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise ! 191 
 
 Some one will enter the. pearly gate 416 
 
 Sometimes the BTsy is overcast 401 
 
 Sound the alarm 1 let the watchman cry ! . . 432 
 
 Sound the battle-ory I see I the foe 192 
 
 Sowing in the morning, sowing 172 
 
140 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 HTMN 
 
 Standing on the promises of Christ my King 416 
 
 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 195 
 
 Summer suns are glowing 864 
 
 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 828 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour 202 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 284 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord 890 
 
 Swell the anthem, raise the song 414 
 
 Take my life and let it be 116 
 
 Take the name of Jesus with you 11 
 
 Take time to be holy 439 
 
 Talk with us. Lord, thyself reveal 134 
 
 The army of temperance is gathering its . . 833 
 
 The Church's one foundation 27 
 
 "Die door of God's mercy is open " . . 89 
 
 The Gospel bells are ringing 803 
 
 The great Physician now is near 66 
 
 The head that once was crowned 15 
 
 The Lord is my light, then why 198 
 
 The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide 52 
 
 The morning light ^ breaking 319 
 
 There is a green hill far awav 382 
 
 There is an Eye that never sleeps 440 
 
 The shadows are falling 170 
 
 The ^hole world was lost in the darkness. 70 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal Lord ! '.. 232 
 
 There are lonely hearts to cherish 184 
 
 Ther9 is a fountain filled with blood 81 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 264 
 
 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 290 
 
 There i« no name so sweet on earth 9 
 
 There is rest for the weary ; how cheering 250 
 
 There is work to do for Jesus 168 
 
 There shall be showers of blessing 221 
 
 There's a demon in the glass 332 
 
 There's a gentle voice within calls Ill 
 
 There's a land that is fairer than day 255 
 
 here's a wideness in God's mercy 352 
 
 Thej^adowB of the evening hours 396 
 
 ThoK my everlasting portion 58 
 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine 153 
 
 Throw out the Life-Line across the dark. . . 447 
 
 Thy oeaseless, tme:»:hausted love 71 
 
 Thy f^thfulness, Lord, each moment we 94 
 
 •fiiy life was given for me ! 31 
 
 Thy way, jmD^mine, O Lord 144 
 
 Time is laiUniest, passing bv ,.. 84 
 
 'Hill sw^et in the trials and conflict of sin . . 408 
 
 * ris the blessed hour of prayer 203 
 
 Tjj do thy holy will 446 
 
 To the work ! to the work 1 we are servants 167 
 Try uij, God, and search 220 
 
 HTHII 
 
 Weary pilgrim on life'a pathway 226 
 
 Weary soiDs that wander wide 87Q 
 
 We have heard the Joyful sound . . , «04 
 
 We'll all gather homo in the morning 269 
 
 We praise thee, O God I for the Son of thy 211 
 
 We shall sleep, but not forever 818 
 
 We speak of the land of the blest 244 
 
 We thank thee. Lord, for this our food 460 
 
 What a friend we have in Jesus 217 
 
 What could your Redeemer do ? 80 
 
 What shall I do, where shall I flee ? 102 
 
 When he cometh, when he cometh 278 
 
 When, his salvation bringing 262 
 
 When I can read my title clear 156 
 
 When immortal souls are dying 177 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 805 
 
 When I walk m God's clear sunlight 866 
 
 When I was far away and lost 61 
 
 When Jesus comes to reward his 161 
 
 When peace, like a river, attendeth 136 
 
 When saints gather round thee 247 
 
 When storms around are sweeping 226 
 
 When the clouds have left the hill 234 
 
 When the mists have rolled in splendour . . 240 
 
 When this song of praise shall cease 268 
 
 When times of temptation bring sadness . . 861 
 
 When we gather at last over Jordan 412 
 
 When we get home to that beautiful land. 245 
 
 When we hear the music ringing 241 
 
 While, with ceaseless course, the sun 885 
 
 Who'are these arrayed in white 235 
 
 Whoever receiveth the Crucified One 91 
 
 Whoe'er would win the battle 424 
 
 "Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the. . 82 
 
 Why do you linger, why do you stay 419 
 
 Why do you wait, dear brother ? 88 
 
 Wild the storm-wind, dark the night 378 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh lOO 
 
 With joy we hail the sacred da^ 286 
 
 With our colours waving bright 194 
 
 Wonderful story of love 872 
 
 Work, for the night is coming 166 
 
 Would Jesus have the sinner die ? 106 
 
 Ye winds that ouce by Chebar's flood 874 
 
 Yield not to temptation .• 64 
 
 Yonder a vessel is breasting the gale 427 
 
 You're longing to work for the Master 486 
 
 You're starting, my boy, on life's, journey. 886 
 
 Opening and Closing Services. 
 
 PAOK 
 
 . 186 
 
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 >:-i:3L 
 

 HTMN 
 
 
 -. «9K 
 
 AM 
 
 • • • 
 
 .. 404 
 
 • • 
 
 .. 269 
 
 ►f thy 211 
 
 • • • 
 
 .. 313 
 
 
 .. 244 
 
 d.. 
 
 .. ;i60 
 
 • • • 
 
 .. 217 
 
 
 .. 80 
 
 • • • 
 
 .. 102 
 
 • • ■ 
 
 .. 273 
 
 • • ■ 
 
 . 262 
 
 • • ■ 
 
 . 156 
 
 • • • 
 
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 • • • 
 
 . 805 
 
 • • • • 
 
 . 866 
 
 > • • ■ 
 
 . 61 
 
 » • • • 
 
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 ■ •• • 
 
 . 136 
 
 > • • • 
 
 . 247 
 
 • t • 
 
 . 226 
 
 • • • 
 
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 ur. 
 
 . 240 
 
 • • • 
 
 . 268 
 
 8S. 
 
 . 851 
 
 • ■ • 
 
 412 
 
 and 
 
 . 245 
 
 • • • 
 
 . 241 
 
 ,, 
 
 885 
 
 • • • 
 
 235 
 
 • • • 
 
 91 
 
 • • • * 
 
 424 
 
 le. 
 
 62 
 
 • • . . 
 
 419 
 
 • • • ( 
 
 88 
 
 • • . . 
 
 378 
 
 • • • • 
 
 lUO 
 
 • • • 
 
 286 
 
 • • • 
 
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 • • • 
 
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 • • • 
 
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 • • ■ 
 
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 874 
 
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 386 
 
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