mmmmmm: wmP WML a i"''jfi^nn/k ^i -rftMl'A :m> < msmmm ^««* Mft. £* THE CHURCH HYMN BOOK, WORSHIP OF GOD " In Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, singing, with grace in your hearts, to the Lord."— Col. III. 16. IVISON, ELAKEMAN, TAYLOR AND COMTANY NEW YORK AND CHICAGO. 1872. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by EDWIN F. HATFIELD, In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. A. B. KIDDER'S TrPOGRAPHT. ^t. a . PREFACE The Church Hymn Book is an humble contri- bution to the praise of God. It aims to promote the spirit of praise, and its offering by all the people, in divine worship. To this end it brings together a great variety of the most useful and familiar Hymns. To meet the varying tastes and preferences of all sections and class- es, in all parts -of the country, the number is quite in advance of similar compilations. The whole range of hymnology, both ancient and modern, has been laid under contribution to furnish a complete Manual of Peaise for the use of the Church. Such versions and paraphrases of the inspired Psalms, and such Hymns and Spiritual Songs, as have everywhere found their way into the hearts of Christian people, and so, very generally, into almost every Psalm and. Hymn Book now, or formerly, in use in Great Brit- ain and America, have been incorporated into this Collection. To these have been added the very best productions, in large number, of the Sacred Muse of the present day. PREFACE. Constant regard has been had, in the selection, to lyrical requirements — " Hymns," it has well been said, " are not meant to be theological statements, expositions of doctrine, or enunciations of precepts ; they are utterances of the soul, in its manifold moods of hope and fear, joy and sorrow, love, wonder and aspiration." They are devout breathings of the inner man, in the celebration of the praise and glory of God. Such productions, and such only, to the exclusion mainly of all others, have been sought and appro- priated. This design has, also, given form to the peculiar Classification of the Hymns, as seen in the Table of " Contents," — a Classification covering all the demands of the service of sacred song, and pro- viding for every thing that is usually sought in such a compilation. Great care has been taken in respect to the purity of the text. No pains have been spared in deter- mining both the authorship and the date of each pro- duction. The number, for which no author has been found, is quite small. These have been traced, as far as practicable, to the Collection in which they first appeared. The author, when known, is allowed to express himself in his own chosen forms of speech. In no other way can a uniform text be secured. Many hymns have thus been restored to their original forms, and, in almost every instance, greatly to their advan- PREFACE. tage. Even in cases where the phraseology might possibly be improved, it has been thought best to overlook slight variations from the laws of good taste, in deference to the author's peculiar idioms and shades of thought. Where any serious alterations have been made or allowed, the fact is indicated. To meet the exigencies of The Hymn and Tune Book, of which this is a companion volume, some stanzas have, in particular cases, been omitted, that otherwise would have been retained ; and, in some few instances, a good Hymn, also, for which no appropriate place could be found. But, in every such case it will be seen, it is thought, that an equal or superior produc- tion on the same topic, has been inserted. The versions and paraphrases of the Psalms, for the same- reason, are intermingled with the Hymns ; but theii character is sufficiently indicated by the headings ; and their places by the Index of Scripture Texts. The first place in this Collection is given, as is meet, to Isaac Watts, the acknowledged father of modern hymnology. Five generations of Christian Wor- shipers have fully tested the value of his sacred songs, and proved their worth. No collection, that is not largely composed of his inimitable productions, can meet the demands of the churches of Christ. The Church Hymn Book aims to include whatever, in his ''Lyrics," as well as in his " Psalms and Hymns," PREFACE. is regarded as of permanent value, — such as posterity will continue to cherish. To these are added the choicest productions of that master of sacred song, Charles Wesley, with some of the best hymns of Philip Doddridge, Anne Steele, James Montgomery, and John Newton, constituting with the selections from Isaac Watts, three-sevenths of the whole. More than three hun- dred other authors, the best in the language, as shown in the u Index of Authors," have contributed to the completion of the Collection. EDWIN F. HATFIELD. New York, May 1, 1872. CONTENTS HYMNS. PAGES. I.— PREFACE 3-G II.— HYMNS 1-1464 9-891 I.— Hymns of Invocation 1—132 9—84 1. Morning and Evening 1--33 2. Lord's Day 34—64 3. Sanctuary 65—132 II.— Hymns of Adoration 133—345 85—212 1. The Triune God 133-161 2. The Eternal Father .' 1C2— 266 3. The Son of God 267-311 4. The Holy Spirit 312-345 III.— Hymns of Revelation 346—375 212—230 IV.— Hymns of Salvation 376—544 230—335 1. The Need of Salvation 376—390 2. The Incarnation of Christ 391—417 3. The Ministry of Christ 418—431 4. The Atoning Sacrifice of Christ 432—468 5. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ 469—500 6. The Royal Priesthood of Christ 501—544 V.— Hymns of Reconciliation 545-6S2 335—423 1. Pardon offered ....545—606 2. Pardon sought 607—643 3. Pardon found 644—692 VI.— Hymns of Commemoration 693—745 426—457 VII.— Hymns of Aspiration 746—944 457—579 1. Of Love 746—796 2. Of Faith 797-831 3. Of Hope 832—863 4. For Divine Fellowship 864—912 5. For Divin, Grace C13— 944 7 CONTENTS. HYMNS. PAGES. VIII.— Hymns op Tribulation 945—1069 579—653 1. Spiritual Trouble 945— 979 2. Afflictions 980—1069 IX.— Hymns of Self-examination 1070—1091 653-866 X.— Hymns on Church-Relations 1092—1281 666—777 1. The Church 1092-1120 2. The Ministry 1121—1141 3. Baptism 1142-1155 4. Covenant 1556—1167 5. Church Fellowship 1163—1185 6. Declensions 1186—1190 7. Revival 1191—1206 8. Missions 1207-1259 9. Working and Giving 1260—1281 XI.— Hymns for Special Occasions 1282—1334 777—810 1. Erection of Churches 1282—1290 2. Festivals 1291-1307 3. Fast-Days 1308-1312 4. Sunday Schools 1313—1317 5. The Year and its Seasons 1318—1334 XII.— Hymns on the Close of Probation.... 1335— 1383 810 —843 XIII.— Hymns of Glorification 1389—1464 843— S91 1. The Resurrection 1339—1396 2. The Judgment 1397-1411 3. Heaven 1412-1464 III. -DOXOLOGIES 892-89S IV— SELECTIONS FOR CHANTING 899—920 V—INDEXES 921-971 1. Of Subjects 921-931 2. Of Authors 932—937 3. Of Hymns 933-971 8 THE CHURCH HYMN BOOK I.-INVO CATION. I.— MORNING AND EVENING. 1 • The blessed Trinity. P- M. 1 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee: Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ; God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 2 Holy, holy ! holy ! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wort, and art, and evermore shalt be. 3 Holy ! holy ! holy ! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not Only thou art holy: there is none beside thee, [see; Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy ! holy ! holy ! Lord God Almighty ! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea : Holy ! holy ! holy ! merciful and mighty ; God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Amen. Reginald Hiber, 1827. 9 INVOCATION. 9 ** A Morning Hymn. L. M. 1 Awake, my soul ! and, with the sun, Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 "Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart ! And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. 3 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept; Grant, Lord ! when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. 4 Lord ! I my vows to thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew ; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. G Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below ! Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Thornai Ken, 1697, a. Q *J» A Morning Hymn. L. M. 1 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove ; Thro' sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 2 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 10 MORNING AND EVENING. 3 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find. New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 4 The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we need to ask, Room to deny ourselves, a road - To bring us daily nearer God. 5 Only, O Lord ! in thy dear love ' Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. John Krb'r, 1827. A Song for Morning and Evening. L. M. 1 My God ! how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distill, like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings, from thy hand, Demand perpetual songs of praise. Isaac Watts, 1709. K *-*• Daily Duties. 1 When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine ! On me with beams of mercy shine ; Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 And, when to heaven's all glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, 11 INVOCATION. And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, Then, Jesus ! cleanse me with thy blood, And be my Advocate with God. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pard'ni ng mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour ! while I rest; And, as each morning sun shall rise, OH ! lead me onward to the skies. 4 And, at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus ! thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; And, from death's gloom, my spirit raise, To see thy face, and sing thy praise. William Shrubsole, Jr. 1813, a. Psalm xix. L. M. 1 God of the morning ! at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice, To run his journey through the skies ; — 2 Oh ! like the sun, may I fulfill Th' appointed duties of the day ; With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heavenly way. 3 Lord ! thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy threatening just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint, and cold compared with this. Isaac Watts, 1709. 12 8, MORNING AND EVENING. Psalsi cxli. L. M. 1 My God ! accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thy house ; And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord ! From every rash and heedless word ; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 3 Oh ! may the righteous when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way ; Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I '11 cry to heaven for their relief; And, by my warm petitions, prove How much I prize their faithful love. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm xvii. L. M. 1 Glory to thee, my God ! this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, Oh ! keep me, King of kings ! Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord ! for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 Oh ! may 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. 13 9. 10. INVOCATION.^ 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supptj : Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Thomas Ken, 1697, a. Evening Confession. L. M. 1 Great God ! to thee my evening song With humble gratitude I raise ; Oh ! let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My days, unclouded as they pass, And every gentle rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and power. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus ; his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God ! And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name. Anne Steele, 1700. An Evening Hymn. L. M. 1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. 14 moe:n~ing and evening. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, — Peace is the pillow for my head ; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Isaac Watts, 1703. 11. Errninj Hymn. 1 S UN" of my soul, thou Saviour dear ! It is not night, if thou be near ; Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise, To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord ! the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor, With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourners sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light ! 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till, in the ocean of thy love, We lose ourselves in heaven above. John Eeble, 1827. 15 INVOCATION. 19 -*- w • Jesus sou.jhl at Evening. L. M. 1 The busy scenes of day are fled, The evening shades invite to rest ; May I repose my weary head, Reclining on my Saviour's breast ! 2 Jesus ! to thee an evening song My soul, in gratitude, would raise ; Oh ! could I mount and join that throng, I 'd vie with angels in thy praise. 3 With tears of joy, I 'd sing the God, Who wept and groaned and died for me ; Then hide beneath that precious blood, Which freely flowed on Calvary. 4 And when, at last, nor sun, nor moon, Nor stars shall light the pilgrim's way, Let angel bands convey me home To realms of everlasting day ! 13. Anon., 1841. "Splendor j aternae Gloriae." L. M. O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace, Thou Brightness of thy Father's face, Thou Fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse, the shades of night ! Come, holy Sun of heavenly love ! Send down thy radiance from above, And to our inmost hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. Oh ! hallowed thus be every day ! Let meekness be our morning ray, And faithful love our noon-day light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright. O Christ ! with each returning morn, Thine image to our hearts is borne ; Oh ! may we ever clearly see Our Saviour and our God in thee ! Lat., Ambrose, 390. 16 Tr., John Chandler, 1837. MORNING AND EVENING. 1 jl» A Morning Sony. C. M 1 Oxce more, my soul ! the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice ! thy tribute pay To him that rolls the skies. 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound ; Wide as the heaven, on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. 3 'T is he supports my mortal frame, — My tongue shall speak his praise ; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 Great God ! let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasing night. Isaac Watts, 1707. 15. Grateful Acknowledgment. C. M, 1 Again, from calm and sweet repose, I rise to hail the dawn ; Again my waking eyes unclose To view the smiling morn. 2 Great God of love! thy praise I'll sing; For thou hast safely kept My soul, beneath thy guardian wing, And watched me while I slept. 3 Glory to thee, eternal Lord ! Oh ! teach my heart to pray, And thy blest Spirit's help afford, To guide me through the day. 4 Let every thought and word accord With thy most holy will ; Each deed the precepts of thy word With pious aim fulfill. 2 17 16. 17 INVOCATION. From danger, sin, and every ill, My constant Guardian prove ; Oh ! sanctify my heart, and fill With thoughts of holy love. Anon, 1837. An Evening Song.' C. M. Now, from the altar of our hearts, Let incense flames arise ; Assist us, Lord ! to offer up Our evening sacrifice. Awake, our love ! awake, our joy ! Awake, our hearts and tongue ! Sleep not, when mercies loudly call ; Break forth into a song. Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day ; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favors, and new joys, Do a new song require : Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire. Lord of our time ! whose hand hath set New time upon our score ; Thee may we praise for all our time, When time shall be no more ! John Mason, 1683, a. Tlie Twilight of Evening. C. M. I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 18 18, 19. MORNING AND EVENING. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day ! M-fs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825. Psalm 4. C. M. 1 Lord ! thou wilt hear me when I pray ; I am for ever thine ; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And, while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free, 'T is sweet conversing, on my bed, "With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; And, when my work is done, Great God ! my faith, my hope, relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, I '11 give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. Isaac Watts, 1719. Evening Twilhjht. C. M. 1 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day ! Begone, disturbing care ! And look, my soul ! from earth, away To him who heareth prayer. 19 20. INVOCATION. How sweet the tear of penitence, Before bis throne of grace, While, to the contrite spirit's sense, He shows his smiling face ! How sweet, through long-remembered years, His mercies to recall, And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, To trust his love for all ! How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear him call his children up To his fair home on high ! Calmly the day forsakes our heaven, To dawn beyond the west ; So let my soul, in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. Leonard Bacon, 1845. Early Morning. 7a. In this calm impressive hour, Let my prayer ascend on high ; God of mercy ! God of power ! Hear me, when to thee I cry ; Hear me from thy lofty throne, For the sake of Christ, thy Son. With the morning's early ray, While the shades of night depart, Let thy beams of light convey Joy and gladness to my heart: Now o'er all my steps preside, And for all my wants provide. Oh ! what joy that word affords, — "Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;" King of kings, and Lord of lords ! Send thy gospel heralds forth : Now begin thy boundless sway, Usher in the glorious day. Thomas Hastings, 1831. 20 21. 22, MORNING AND EVENING. Repose and Devotion. 7b. 1 Now, from labor and from care, Evening shades have set me free ; In the work of praise and prayer. Lord ! I would converse with thee ; Oh ! behold me from above, Fill me with a Saviour's love. 2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and wroe, Wither all my earthly joys ; Naught can charm me here below. But my Saviour's melting voice ; Lord! forgive, thy grace restore, Make me thine for evermore. 3 For the blessings of this day, For the mercies of this hour, For the gospel's cheering ray, For the Spirit's quickening power, Grateful notes to thee I raise ; Oh ! accept my song of praise. Thomas Hastings, 1831. Christ, the Sun of Pdghteousness. 73. 1 Jesus, Sun of righteousness. Brightest beam of love divine ! "With the early morning rays, Do thou on our darkness shine, And dispel, with purest light, All our long and gloomy night. 2 Like the sun's reviving ray, May thy love, with tender glow, All our coldness melt away, Warm and cheer us, forth to go ; Gladly serve thee and obey, All our life's short earthly day. 3 Thou, our only hope and guide ! Never leave us nor forsake ; 21 23, 24. INVOCATION. Keep us ever at thy side, Till th' eternal morning break ; Moving on to Zion's hill, Onward, upward, homeward still. Ger., Christian Knorr von Rosenroth, 1684. Tr. Jane Bortliwick, 1862, a. Evening Contemplation. 73. 1 Softly now the light of day- Fades upon my sight away ; Free from care, from labor free, Lord! I would commune with thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within ! Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away ; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord ! to dwell with thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity ! Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus ! look with pitying eye. George W. Doane, 1826. Tlie Round of daily Care. 7s. 1 In the morning hear my voice, Let me in thy light rejoice ; God, my- Sun ! my strength renew, Send thy blessing down like dew. 2 Through the duties of the day, Grant me grace to watch and pray ; Live as always seeing thee, Knowing, — Thou, God ! seest me. 3 When the evening skies display Eicher pomp than noon's array, Be the shades of death to me Bright with immortality. 22 25. 26. MORNING AND EVENING. 4 When the round of care is run, And the stars succeed the sun, Songs of prayer with praise unite. Crown the day, and hail the night. 5 Thus with thee, my God ! my Friend ! Time begin, continue, end, While life's joys and sorrows pass, Like the changes of the grass. James Montgomery, 1825. Morning Thanhs. 7a. 1 Thou, who dost my life prolong ! Kindly aid my morning song ; Thankful, from my couch I rise, To the God that rules the skies. 2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; Thy preserving hand was nigh ; Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed, Grateful to my weary head. 3 Thou hast kept me through the night, 'T was thy hand restored the light ; Lord ! thy mercies still are new, Plenteous as the morning dew. 4 Still my feet are prone to stray ; Oh ! preserve me through the day ; Dangers everywhere abound, Sins and snares beset me round. 5 Gently, with the dawning ray, On my soul, thy beams display ; Sweeter than the smiling morn, Let thy cheering light return. Anon. 1831. Evening Hymn. 8s & 7a 1 Saviour ! breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing ; Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 23 27, 28. INVOCATION. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. James Edmeston, 1820. Evening Devotion. 8s & 7& 1 Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father ! Ere I lay me down to sleep : Bid thine angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. 2 Great my sins are, but thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; Down before the cross I cast them, Trusting in thy help alone. 3 Keep me through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to thy rest, I pray thee, When my pilgrimage is made. 4 Pardon all my past transgressions, Give me strength for days to come ; Guide and guard me with thy blessing, Till thine angels bid me home. Harriet Parr, 1856. Lying down to Rest. 8s & 7& 1 Through the day thy love has spared us; Now we lay us down to rest ; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest. 24 i 29, 30. MORNING AND EVENING. 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes, Us and ours preserve from dangers, In thine arms may we repose. Thomas Kelly, 1820, a. Songs in the Night. 1 What, though my frail eye-lids refuse Continual watching to keep, And, punctual as midnight renews, Demand the refreshment of sleep ? A sovereign Protector I have, Unseen, yet for ever at hand ; Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. 2 From evil secure, and its dread, I rest, if my Saviour is nigh : And songs his kind presence, indeed, Shall in the night season supply ; He smiles, and my comforts abound ; His grace, as the dew, shall descend ; And walls of salvation surround The soul he delights to defend. 3 Kind Author, and Ground of my hope ! Thee, thee for my God I avow ; My glad Ebenezer set up, And own thou hast helped me till now ; I muse on the years that are past, \Vherein my defence thou hast proved, Nor wilt thou relinquish, at last, A sinner so signally loved. Augustus M. Toplady, 1774. Angelic Guardians. 1 Inspirer and hearer of prayer ! Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine! My all to thy covenant care I, sleeping and waking, resign : 25 31 INVOCATION. If thou art my shield and my sun, The night is no darkness to me ; And, fast as my moments roll on, They bring me but nearer to thee. 2 Thy ministering spirits descend, And watch while thy saints are asleep ; By day and by night they attend, The heirs of salvation to keep : Bright seraphs dispatched from the throne, Fly swift to their stations assigned, And angels elect are sent down, To guard the redeemed of mankind. 3 Thy worship no interval knows ; Their fervor is still on the wing ; And, while they protect my repose, They chant to the praise of my King : I, too, at the season ordained, Their chorus for ever shall join ; And love and adore, without end, Their gracious Creator, and mine. Augustus M. Toplady, 1774. On going to Rest. S. M, 1 The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear ; Oh ! may I ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near. 2 I lay my garments by, Upon my bed to rest ; So death will soon remove me hence, And leave my soul undressed. 3 Lord ! keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears ; May angels guard me, while I sleep, Till morning light appears. 4 And, when I early rise, To view th' unwearied sun, 26 32. 33, MORNING AND EVENING. May I set out to win the prize, And after glory run : 5 That, when my days are past, And I from time remove, Lord ! I may in thy bosom rest, — The bosom of thy love. John Leland, (?) 1799, a. The Day-Star. S. M. 1 We lift our hearts to thee, 0 Day Star from on high ! The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 Oh ! let thine orient beams The night of sin disperse, The mists of error and of vice, Which shade the universe. 3 How beauteous nature now ! How dark and sad before ! With joy we view the pleasing change, And nature's God adore. Anon. 1741, a. Ever with God. S. M. 1 Still, still with thee, my God ! 1 would desire to be ; By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with thee : 2 With thee, when dawn comes in, And calls me back to care ; Each day returning to begin With thee, my God ! in prayer : 3 With thee, amid the crowd That throngs the busy mart, To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, Speak softly to my heart : 4 With thee, when day is done, And evening calms the mind ; 27 Si. 35. INVOCATION. The setting, as the rising, sun With thee my heart would find. 5 With thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose, Calm in the shadow of thy wings, Mine eyelids I would close. 6 With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding I would be ; By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with thee.- James Drummond Bums, 1856. H.— THE LORD'S DAT. The Lord's Day and Public Worship. S. M. 1 Welcome ! sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay, In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Isaac Walts, 1707. Sabbath Enjoyment. S. M. 1 Sweet is the work, O Lord ! Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 28 36, THE LORD'S DAT. 2 Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell ; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 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. Harriet Auber, 1829. LorcVs Day Evening. S. M. 1 Holy, delightful day — Day of divine delight ! We hailed thy gladsome morning ray ; We bless thine evening bright. 2 Hath not the Lord been sought ? Hath not our King been near ? Hath not his grace new wonders wrought ? Hath not his house been dear ? 3 Have we not given him there Our passions and our powers ? Has not the joy of mingled prayer, Of mingled praise been ours ? 4 Was it not sweet to talk Of thy dear love at home ? Yes, sweet abroad with thee to walk, And back with thee to come ? 5 Dear Lord I the day was bright, Because the day was thine ; This full, this manifold delight, Was it not all divine ? 29 37. 38, INVOCATION. 6 Repeat the gladness here ! Fulfill the bliss above ! Thy day, the everlasting year, Th' eternal joy, thy love. Thomas M. Gill, 1860. The Sabbath in the Sanctuary. 7a. 1 Safely through another week, God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face, Take away our 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 eyes, While we in thy house appear : Her* afford us, Lord ! a taste Of our everlasting feast. 4 May thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints : Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. John Newton, 1779, a. The God of the Sabbath. 7s, 1 Great Creator ! who this day From thy perfect work didst rest, By the souls that own thy sway, Hallowed be its hours and blest ;. Cares of earth aside be thrown, This day given to heaven alone. 30 39. 40. THE LORD S DAT. 2 Saviour ! who this day didst break The dark prison of the tomb, Bid ray slumbering soul awake, Shine through all its sin and gloom : Let me, from my bonds set free, Rise from sin, and live to thee ! 3 Blessed Spirit, Comforter ! Sent this day from Christ on high, Lord ! on me thy gifts confer, Cleanse, illumine, sanctify ; All thine influence shed abroad, Lead me to the truth of God. Mrs. Julia Anne Elliott, 1835. The holy Day of Rest. 7s. 1 Welcome, sacred day of rest ! Sweet repose from worldly care ; Day above all days the best, When our souls for heaven prepare ; Day, when our Redeemer rose, Victor o'er the hosts of hell : Thus he vanquished all our foes ; Let our lips his glory tell. 2 Gracious Lord ! we love this day, When we hear thy holy word ; When we sing thy praise, and pray, Earth can no such joys afford : But a better rest remains, Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys, and endless praise. William Brown (.?), 1822. The Day of Days. 78. 1 On this day, the first of days, God the Father's name we praise ; Who, creation's Fount and Spring, Did the world from darkness bring. 31 41, INVOCATION. 2 On this day th' eternal Son Over death his triumph won ; On this day the Spirit came "With his gifts of living flame. 3 Oh ! that fervent love to-day May in every heart have sway, Teaching us to praise aright God, the Source of life and light. 4 Father ! who didst fashion me Image of thyself to be, Fill me with thy love divine, Let my every thought be thine. 5 Holy Jesus ! may I be Dead and buried here with thee ; And, by love inflamed, arise Unto thee a sacrifice. G Thou, who dost all gifts impart, Shine, sweet Spirit ! in my heart ; Best of gifts, thyself bestow ; Make me burn thy love to know. Tr., Henry Williams Baker, 1861. The Day of Praise. 7a. 1 Thou, who art enthroned above, Thou, by whom we live and move ! Oh ! how sweet, with joyful tongue, To resound thy praise in song ! 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the sparkling stars arise, All thy favors to rehearse, And give thanks in grateful verse. 3 Sweet the day of sacred rest, When devotion fills the breast, When we dwell within thy house, Hear thy word, and pay our vows ; 32 42. 4 ) THE LORD S DAT. Notes to heaven's high mansions raise, Fill its courts with joyful praise ; With repeated hymns, proclaim Great Jehovah's awful name ! From thy works our joys arise, O Thou only good and wise ! Who thy wonders can declare ? How profound thy counsels are ! "Warm our hearts with sacred lire ; Grateful fervors still inspire ; All our powers, with all their might, Ever in thy praise unite. vs. 1, 2, George Sandys, 1648. Sabbath, Evening. 7a. Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day ; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run. Saviour ! may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee ; Till in heaven our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. Samuel F. Smith, 1843. Ps.u-ii 12. L. M. Sweet is the work, my God. my King ! To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; Oh ! may my hqart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word : Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 3 33 44, 45. INVOCATION. 4 Lord ! I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below ; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. Isaac Watts, 1719. The Morning of the Lord's Day. L. M. 1 Another six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun ; Return, my soul ! enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds, Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3 Oh ! that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies ; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, — The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties, let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away ; How sweet the Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! Joseph Stennett, 1712. The Lord's Day Morning. L. M. Hail! morning known among the blest, — Morning of hope, and joy, and love, — Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above ! 34 46. THE LORD'S DAT. 2 Blessed be the Father of our Lord, Who, from the dead, hath brought his Son; Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won. 3 Mercy looked down, with smiling eye, When our Immanuel left the dead ; Faith marked his bright ascent on high ; And hope, with gladness, raised her head. 4 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord! Thy lire to every bosom bring; Then shall our ardent hearts accord, And teach our lips God's praise to sing. Italph Wardlww, 1803. The etsrnal Sabbath. L. M. 1 Lord of the Sabbath ! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house ; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs, which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord ! we love ; But there 's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress. Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day ! begin ; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death to rise with God. Philip Doddridjc, 1737. 35 47 48. INVOCATION. » Tiie Bortfs Bay. L. M. 1 This clay the Lord hath called his own ; Oh ! let us then his praise declare, Fix our desires on him alone, And seek his face, with fervent prayer. 2 Lord ! in thy love, would we rejoice, That bids the burdened soul be free ; And, with united heart and voice, Devote these sacred hours to thee. 3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our groveling thoughts employ ; But faith be taught to stretch her wings, In search of heaven's unfailing joy. 4 Oh ! let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord ! Be to our lasting welfare blessed ; The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for eternal rest. William H. Bathurst, 1831. The Close of the Sabbath. L. JL 1 Another day has passed along, And we are nearer to the tomb, — Nearer to join the heavenly song, Or hear the last eternal doom. 2 Sweet is the light of Sabbath-eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there : For these blest hours, the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 3 The time — how lovely and how still ; Peace shines and smiles on all below, — The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, — All fair with evening's setting glow. 4 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love ; And, while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 3G 49 50. THE LORD 3 DAT. 5 Nor will our days of toil be long, Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song, — • The endless Sabbath of our God. James Edmeston, 1820. Psalm US. C. M. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made ; He calls the hours his own : Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son : Help us, O Lord ! descend, and bring Salvation from the throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men, With messages of grace ; "Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna, in the highest strains, The church on earth can raise ! The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 122. C. M. 1 With joy we hail the sacred day, "Which God hath called his own ; With joy the summons we obey To worship at his throne. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord ! how fair ! Where willing votaries throng, To breathe the humble, fervent prayer And pour the choral song. 37 51. INVOCATION. Spirit of grace! Oh! deign to dwell Within thy church below ; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow. Let peace within her walls be found ; Let all her sons unite, To spread with grateful zeal around Her clear and shining light. Harriet Auber, 1829. Sabbath Morn. C. M. 1 How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies ! So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise. 2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light ! How soon the gloom hath fled ! So o'er the new-created sight Celestial bliss is spread. 3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air ! So calm may we, this Sabbath, be, And free from worldly care. 4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord ! pervade Our bosoms, all our days ; And let each passing hour be made A herald of thy praise. 5 This peace of God — how full ! how sweet ! It flows from Jesus' breast ; It makes our bliss on earth complete, It brings eternal rest. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840. 52. ClirisVs Triumph, over Death. C. M. 1 Again the Lord of life and light, Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 38 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 Oh ! what a night was that, which wrapt A guilty world in gloom ! Oh ! what a sun which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind our Lord in death ; He shook their kingdom when he fell, With his expiring breath. 4 And now his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; "While, broke beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. 5 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 6 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings, from its wings, On nations yet unborn. Mrs. Anna Lctitia Barhauld, 1772, a. 53. The Resurrection of Christ. C. M. 1 The Lord of Sabbaths let us praise, In concert with the blest ; And joyful, in harmonious lays, Employ this day of rest. 2 On this blest day, a brighter scene Of glory was displayed, By God, th' eternal Word, than when This universe was made. 3 He rises, who our souls hath bought With blood, and pains extreme; 'T was great — to speak the world from naught— T was greater — to redeem. Samuel Wesley, Jr., 1736, a. 39 54, 55, INVOCATION. ' The First Day of the Week. C. M. 1 And now another week begins, This day we call the Lord's ; This day he rose, who bore our sins, — For so his word records. 2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing ! — Their voices fill the sky ; They hail their great victorious King, And welcome him on high. 3 We '11 catch the note of lofty praise ; Their joys in part we feel ; With them our thankful song we '11 raise, And emulate their zeal. 4 Come, then, ye saints ! and grateful sing Of Christ, our risen Lord, — Of Christ, the everlasting King, — Of Christ, th' incarnate Word. 5 Hail ! mighty Saviour ! thee we hail ! Who fill'st the throne above ; Till heart and flesh together fail, We '11 sing thy matchless love. Thomas Kelly, 1809, a. Evening of the Lord's Day. C. M. Frequent the day of God returns To shed its quickening beams ; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames ! Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord ! forgive ; We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live. Increase, O Lord ! our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The Sabbath ne'er will end : 40 56. 57. THE LORD'S DAT. 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, With heavenly lustre shine ; For ever feed on heavenly fare, And feast on love divine ; 5 Where we, in high seraphic strains, Shall all our powers employ, Delighted range th' ethereal plains, And take our fill of joy. Simon Browne, 1720. Sabbath Evening Hymn. C. M. 1 We thank thee. Father ! for the day, That, robed in twilight sweet, Doth linger, ere it pass away, And lead us to thy feet. 2 We thank thee for its healing rest To weary toil and care ; Its praise, within thy temple blest — Its holy balm of prayer. 3 We thank thee for its living bread, That did our hunger stay ; The manna, by thine angels shed, Around our desert way. 4 Oh ! grant, that, when this span of life, In evening shade, shall close,— And all its vanity and strife Tend to their long repose, — 5 We, for the sake of him who died, Our Advocate and Friend, May share that Sabbath, at thy side, Which never more shall end. Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney, 1850. » Lord's Day Evening. (J. jl 1 When, O dear Jesus ! when shall I Behold thee all-serene, Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day, Without a veil between ? 41 58. INVOCATION. 2 Assist me while I wander here, Amidst a world of cares ; Incline my heart to pray with love, And then accept my prayers. 3 Spare me, my God ! Oh ! spare the soul That gives itself to thee; Take all that I possess below, And give th}Tself to me. 4 Thy Spirit, O my Father ! give To be my guide and friend, To light my path to ceaseless joys, To Sabbaths without end. John CennicJc, 1743. Psalm 122. C. P. M. 1 The festal morn, my God ! is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore ; My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend, And tread the hallowed floor. 2 With holy joy I hail the day, That warns my thirsting soul away ; What transports fill my breast ; For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And leads me to his rest. 3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes, The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ; E'en now, with glad survey, I view her mansions, that contain Th' angelic forms, — an awful train, And shine with cloudless day. 4 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring ; Here, crowned with everlasting joy, 42 59, 60. THE LORD 3 DAT. In hymns of praise their tongue3 employ, And hail th' immortal King. James Merrick, 1765, a. A Sabbath well-spent. C. P. 1L 1 Welcome, sweet day. of days the best ! The time of holy mirth and rest ! To God's own house repair. To hear his word and see his face, To learn his will and sing his grace, To join in praise and prayer. 2 This is employment all divine ; My soul ! the blest assembly join, And from the world retire ; Go, bow before thy Maker's throne, Thy risen Saviour's glories own, And fan devotion's fire. 3 Forget the trifles here below, The shining heap, the gaudy show, Vain mirth and worldly care3 ; On wings of strong devotion rise, Pass every cloud, pass all the skies, And soar above the stars. 4 To God direct thy steady flight, Great Fund of bliss, and Source of light, And there delight thine eyes ; View every shining wonder o'er, TVith glad transported heart adore, And feast in paradise. Simon Browne, 1720, a. The Hobj Day of Rest. 7a & 6a. 1 0 day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light ! O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright ! On thee, the high and lowly, Before th' eternal throne, Sing Holy! Holy! Holy! To the great Three in One. 43 61 INVOCATION. On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth : On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee, our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry dreary sand ; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land : A day of sweet refection, A day of holy love, A day of resurrection From earth to things above. To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls ; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest : To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son ; The church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Christopher Wordsworth, 1853. Welcome to the Sabbath. 7s & 63. Thy holy day's returning, Our hearts exult to see ; And, with devotion burning, Ascend, our God ! to thee ; 44 02. THE LORD'S DAY. To-day, with purest pleasure, Our thoughts from earth withdraw ; We search for sacred treasure, We learn thy holy law. 2 We join to sing thy praises, God of the Sabbath day ! Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest, sweetest lay ; Thy richest mercies sharing, Oh ! fill us with thy love, By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise above. nay Palmer, 1865. Tlie Sabbath welcomed. H. M. 1 Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest ! I hail thy kind return ; Lord ! make these moments blest ; From the low train of mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace! Thy sceptre, Lord ! extend, While saints address thy face : Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 0 Descend, celestial Dove ! With all thy quickening powers ; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours ; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. Hayward, 1806. \)Ot The Wonders of the Sabbath. H. M. 1 Awake, our drowsy souls ! Shake off each slothful band ; 45 64. INVOCATION, The wonders of this day Our noblest songs demand : Auspicious morn I thy blissful rays, Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise. 2 At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death resigned The glorious Prince of life, In dark domains confined : Tli' angelic host around him bends, And midst their shouts the God ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! Heaven with hosannas rings ; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings ; " Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, Through endless years to live and reign." 4 Gird on, great God ! thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car, While justice, truth and love Maintain the glorious war ; Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, And sin and hell in triumph lead. 5 Make bare thy potent arm, And wing th' unerring dart, With salutary pangs, To each rebellious heart ; Then dying souls for life shall sue, ^Numerous as drops of morning dew. Elizabeth Scott, 1806. Morning of the Lord's Bay. H. M. 1 Awake, ye saints ! awake, And hail this sacred day ; In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay : Come, bless the day that God hath blessed, The type of heaven's eternal rest. 46 65. 66, THE SANCTUABT. On (his auspicious morn, The Lord of life arose, And burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes ; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love. Thomas Cotter ill, 1819. m.— THE SAXCTUAEY. Psalm 84. H. M. 1 Loud of the worlds above ! How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are ! To thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 Oh ! happy souls who pray, Where God appoints to hearl Oh ! happy men who pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears ; Oh ! glorious scat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet ! Isaac Watts, 171$. Psalm 84. H. M. 1 To spend one sacred day. Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy, Than thousand days beside ; Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door, than shine in courts. 47 67. INVOCATION 2 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence ; With gifts his hands are filled, "We draw our blessings thence ; He shall bestow, on Jacob's race, Peculiar grace and glory too. 3 The Lord his people loves ; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls : Thrice happy he, O God of hosts ! "Whose spirit trusts alone in thee. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 43. 1 Now, to thy sacred house, With joy I turn my feet, Where saints, with morning vows, In full assembly meet : Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from thy throne thy mercy shine. 2 Oh ! send thy light abroad ; Thy truth, with heavenly ray, Shall lead my soul to God, And guide my doubtful way ; I'll hear thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, And all my sorrows heal, Here health and strength divine, Oh ! make my bosom feel ; Like balmy dew, shall Jesus' voice My heart rejoice, my strength renew. 4 Now in thy holy hill, Before thine altar, Lord ! My harp and song shall sound The glories of thy word : Henceforth, to thee, O God of grace ! A hymn of praise, my life shall be. Timothy Dwight, 1800. 43 THE SAJCTUAEY. ()Oi Psalm 49. 10s & lis. 1 Oh! praise ye the Lord; prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great assembly to sing : In their great Creator let all men rejoice, And heirs of salvation be glad in their King. 2 Let them his great name devoutly adore, In loud-swelling strains his praises express, Who graciously opens his bountiful store, Their wants to relieve, and his children to bless. 3 With glory adorned, his people shall sing To God, who defence and plenty supplies ; Their loud acclamations to him, their great King, Through earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies. 4 Ye angels above! his glories who've sung, In loftiest notes, now publish his praise : We mortals, delighted, would borrow your tongue — Would join in your numbers, and chant to your lays. Nakum Tate, 16S6. v)J. Psalm 84. 10s & lis. 1 How honored, how dear, that sacred abode, Where Christians draw near their Father and God ! Mid worldly commotion, my wearied soul faints For the house of devotion, — the home of thy saints. 2 Oh ! happy the choirs, who praise thee above ! What joy tunes their lyres ! their worship is love : Yet, safe in thy keeping, and happy they be, In this world of weeping, whose strength is in thee. 3 Though rugged their way, they drink, as they go, Of springs that convey new life as they flow : The God they rely on their strength shall renew, Till each, brought to Zion, Ins glory shall view. 4 Thou Hearer of prayer ! still grant me a place, Where Christians repair to the throne of thy grace : More blest, beyond measure, one day so employed, Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed. 4 49 INVOCATION, The Lord is a sun ; the Lord is a shield : What grace has begun, with glory is sealed : He hears the distressed, he succors the just ; And they shall be blessed, who make him their trust. 70. 71. Josiah Cornier, 183 The Pleasure of Social Worship. fi. M. 1 How charming is the place, Where my Kedeemer God Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2 Not the fair palaces, To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court. 3 Here, on the mercy -scat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 4 To him, their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents ; He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. 5 To them his sovereign will He graciously imparts ; And in return accepts, with smiles, The tribute of their hearts. G Give me, O Lord ! a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. Samuel Stemiett, 1772. Homage and Devotion. S. M. 1 With joy, we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal love. 50 72. THE SANCTUARY. 2 Before thy throne we bow, O thou almighty King ! Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing. 3 While in thy house we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. Tliomas Jcrvis, 1795, a. Need of the Sabbath. S M. 1 Sing to the Lord, our Might, With holy fervor sing ; Let hearts and instruments unite To praise our heavenly King. 2 This is his holy house ; And this his festal day, When he accepts the humblest vows, That we sincerely pay. 3 The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given ; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to heaven. 4 We still, like them of old, Are in the wilderness ; And God is still as near his fold, To pity and to bless. 5 Then let us open wide Our mouths for him to fill ; And he, that Israel then supplied, Will help his Israel still. Henry Francis Lijte, 1834. TO 1 *J • Heavenly Joy on Earth. S. M. 1 Come, we that love the Lord ! And let our joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 51 INVOCATION. 2 Let those refuse to sing, That never knew our God ; But favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We 're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. Isaac Watts, 1707. 74. The Temple of God. S. M. 1 Loud ! in this sacred hour Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend ! 2 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is the clay thine own When man draws near to God. 3 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky ; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity. 4 Lord ! may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight ; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light. Stephen G. Bulfinch, 1832. 52 THE SANCTUABY. ( Oi Claiming the Promise. S. M. 1 Jesus ! we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim ; Thou in the midst of us shalt be, Assembled in thy name. 2 Not in the name of pride Or selfishness we meet ; From nature's paths we turn aside, And worldly thoughts forget. o We meet the grace to take, "Which thou hast freely given ; We meet on earth for thy dear sake, That we may meet in heaven. 4 Present we know thou art, But, Oh! thyself reveal! Now, Lord ! let every bounding heart Thy mighty comfort feel. 5 Oh ! may thy quickening voice The death of sin remove ; And bid our inmost souls rejoice, In hope of perfect love. Cliarles Wesley, 1740. 76. Psalm £5. S. M. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne ; Come, bow before the Lord : "We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 53 INVOCATION. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 5 But, if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews. That unbelieving race ; — 6 The Lord, in vengeance dressed, Will lift his hand and swear, — " You, that despised my promised rest, Shall have no portion there." Isaac Watts, 1719. i i • Pleasures of spiritual Worship. S. M. 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, And sing his power divine ! 2 These seasons of delight The dawn of glory seem, Like rays of pure, celestial light, Which on our spirits beam. 3 Thus may our joys increase, Our love more ardent grow, While rich supplies of Jesus' grace, Refresh our souls below. 4 But, Oh ! the bliss sublime, When joy shall be complete, In that unclouded, glorious clime, Where all thy servants meet ! Anon, 1829. Close of Worship. S. M. Once more, before we part, Oh ! bless the Saviour's name ; Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. 54 78. THE SANCTUARY. 79, 2 Lord ! in thy grace we came, That blessing still impart ; We met in Jesus' sacred name, In Jesus' name we part. 3 Still on thy holy word Help us to feed, and grow. Still to go on to know the Lord, And practise what we know. 4 Xow, Lord ! before we part, Help us to bless thy name : Let every tongue and every heart Adore and praise the same. I Hart, 1762, a. Surrounding the Mercy Seat. 8s & 7i 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and fond desires. Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires ; From the Fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes ; Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 "Who may share this great salvation ? — Every pure and humble mind ; Every kindred, tongue and nation, From the dross of guilt refined : Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none ; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. 3 Every stain of guilt abhorring. Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy providence adoring, Faithful subjects to thy laws, 53 80. 81 INVOCATION. Lord ! with favor still attend us, Bless us with thy wondrous love ; Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us; All our hope is from above. John Taylor, 1760. The Spirit sought. 8s & 7a. 1 Holt Ghost ! dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; Come, thou Source of sweetest gladness ! Breathe thy life, and spread thy light : Come, thou best of all donations God can give, or we implore ! Having thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more. 2 From that height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send : Author of the new creation ! Come, with unction and with power ; Make our hearts thy habitation ; On our souls thy graces shower. 3 Manifest thy love for ever ; Fence us in on every side ; In distress be our Reliever ; Guard and teach, support and guide. Hear, Oh ! hear our supplication, Loving Spirit, God of peace ! Rest upon this congregation, With the fullness of thy grace ! Ger., Paul Gerhardt ,1653. Tr., John Christian Jacobi, 1725. Tr., Augustus 31. Toplady, 1776, a. A Benediction implored. • 8s & 7a. 1 May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above ! 56 82. 8 9 THE SANCTUABY. Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion, Toys which earth cannot afford. John Newton, 1779. Waiting for the Word. 8s, 7s & i. 1 In thy name, 0 Lord ! assembling, WTe, thy people, now draw near ; Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak, and let thy servants hear, — Hear with meekness, — Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord ! to thee ; Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be, Till thy glory Without clouds in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, Thee thy people shall adore ; Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before ; Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. Thomas Kelly, 1809. A present God. 8s, 7s L 4. 1 God is in bis holy temple ; All the earth ! keep silence here ; Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear ! Holy, holy Lord of hosts, our Lord ! appear, 2 God in Christ reveals his presence, Throned upon the mercy-seat : Saints ! rejoice ; and, sinners ! tremble, Each prepare his God to meet : 57 84. 85. INVOCATION. Lowly, lowly, Bow adoring at his feet. 3 Hail him here with songs of praises ; Him with prayers of faith surround ; Hearken to his glorious gospel, While the preacher's lips expound ; Blessed, blessed, They who know the joyful sound ! James Montgomery, 1853. A parting Blessing implored. 8s, 7s & 4. 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 joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May thy presence With us, evermore, be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, We shall surely Reign with Christ in endless day. Walter Shirley, 1771. Seasons of Worship. 8s, 1 Welcome, days of solemn meeting ! Welcome, days of praise and prayer ! Far from earthly scenes retreating, In your blessings we would share ; Sacred seasons ! In your blessings we would share. 58 7a & 4. 86. 87, THE SANCTUAET. Be thou near us, blessed Saviour ! Still at morn and eve the same ; Give us faith that cannot waver ; Kindle in us heaven's own flame ; Blessed Saviour ! Kindle in us heaven's own flame. When the fervent heart is glowing, Holy Spirit! hear that prayer: When the song of praise is flowing, Let that song thine impress bear ; Holy Spirit! Let that song thine impress bear. Ancn, 1840. The Spirit and the Word. 8s, 7s & 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit ! Bless the sower and the seed; Let each heart thy grace inherit ; Raise the weak, the hungry feed ; From the gospel, Now supply thy people's need. Oh ! may all enjoy the blessing Which thy word 's designed to give ; Let us all, thy Jove possessing, Joyfully the truth receive ; And for ever To thy praise and glory live. Jonathan Evans, 1784. Close of Worship. 8s, 73 k 4. God of our salvation ! hear us ; Bless, Oh ! bless us, ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Saviour ! keep us ; Keep us safe from every foe. May we live in view of heaven, Where we hope to see thy face ; Save us from unhallowed leaven, All that might obscure thy grace; 59 88. 89. INVOCATION. Keep us walking Each in his appointed place. As our steps are drawing nearer To our endless blissful home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come ; And, when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom. Thomas Kelly, 1803. a. A parting Blessing. 8s & 7s. 1 Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing ; Bid us all depart in peace ; Still on gospel manna feeding, Pure seraphic joys increase. 2 Fill our hearts with consolation ; Unto thee our voices raise ; When we reach that blissful station, We will give thee nobler praise. Edward Smyth, 1774. A Blessing humbly requested. 7a. 1 Lord ! we come before thee now : At thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh ! do not our suit disdain ; — Shall we seek thee, Lord ! in vain ? 2 Lord ! on thee our souls depend, In compassion, now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay ; Lord ! we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 1 Send some message, from thy word, That may joy and peace afford ; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. GO 90. 91. THE SANCTUARY. Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return ; Those, that are cast down, lift up, Strong in faith, in love, and hope. Grant, that those who seek may find Thee, a God sincere and kind : Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in thee. William Hammond, 171c. A Bay in the Lord's Courts. 7s. To thy temple I repair, Lord ! I love to worship there, When, within the veil, I meet Chrkt before the mercy-seat. "While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord, my Eighteousness. "While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love ! to mine attend ; Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads, Hear, for Jesus intercedes. While thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in thy name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear thee speaking from the sky. From thy house, when I return, May my heart within me burn, And at evening let me say, '• I have walked with God to-day." James Montjomerj, 1312. The Housi of God. 7s. Swi:et and holy is the place, Where the light, that beams from heaven, Shows the Saviour's smiling face, With the joy of sin forgiven. " Ci 92. 9: INVOCATION. 2 There, with one accord, we meet, All the words of life to hear ; Bending low at Jesus' feet, Worshiping with godly fear. 3 Let the world and all its cares Now retire from every breast ; Let the tempter and his snares Cease to hinder or molest. Thomas Ilastingi, 1834. God's Presence, Ts. 1 Light of life! seraphic Fire! Love divine ! thyself impart ; Every fainting soul inspire ; Shine in every drooping heart. 2 Every mournful sinner cheer, Scatter all our guilty gloom ; Son of God ! appear, appear, To thy human temples come. 3 Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ; Fill us with thy glorious power, Hooting out the seeds of sin. 4 Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; Be thou all our heart's desire, All our joy, and all our peace. Charles Wesley, 1749. Close nf Worship. 7s. 1 Foil a season called to part, Let us then ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend. 2 Jesus ! hear our humble prayer ; Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ! Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep. 62 94. 95. THE SANCTUART. 3 In thy strength, may we be strong •, Sweeten every cross and pain ; Give us, if we live, ere long, Here to meet in peace again. John Newton. 1779. Close of Worship. 7s. 1 For the mercies of the clay, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given, Lord of earth and King of heaven ! 2 Cold our services have been, Mingled every prayer with sin ; But thou canst and wilt forgive ; By thy grace alone we live. 3 While this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead ; When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last. 4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above ; While their steps thy children bend To the rest which knows no end. James Montgomery, 1853. Peace through the Blood of Clirist. 7a. 1 Now may He, who, from the dead, Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, Jesus Christ, our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep ! 2 May he teach us to fulfill What is pleasing in his sight ; Perfect us in all his will, And preserve us day and night ! 3 To that dear Redeemer's praise, Who the covenant sealed with blood, Let our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgivings to our God. John Newton, 1779. 63 96. 0' INVOCATION. Psalm 122. C. M. 1 On! 'twas a joyful sound, to hear Our tribes devoutly say : — " Up, Israel ! to the temple haste, And keep your festal day ! " 2 At Salem's courts we must appear, With our assembled powers, In strong and beauteous order ranged, Like her united towers. 3 Oh ! ever pray for Salem's peace; For they shall prosperous be, Thou holy city of our God ! Who bear true love to thee. Nahum Tate, 1C96. Psalm 122. C. M. 1 How did my heart rejoice, to hear My friends devoutly say, — " In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day !" 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints ; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ! With holy gifts and heavenly grace, Be her attendants blest ! 64 98. 99. THE SANCTUAEY. 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, There God, my Saviour, reigns. Isaac Watts, 1719. God's Presence in the Sanctuary. C. M. 1 Again our earthly cares we leave, And in thy courts appear ; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 "Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell : Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow ; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers ; And, in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares. 5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. John Newton, 1779, a. Psaxm 5. CM. Lord ! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye ; — Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting, at his Father's throne, Our songs and our complaints. 5 G5 INVOCATION. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh ! may thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness ; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face. Isaac Watts, 1719. 1UU. Psalm 84. C. M. 1 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord ! How lovely is the place Where thou , enthroned in glory, showest The brightness of thy face ! 2 My longing soul faints with desire To view thy blest abode ; My panting heart and flesh cry out For thee, the living God. 3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made ; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to thy dwelling lead. 4 For God, who is our sun and shield, Will grace and glory give ; And no good thing will he withhold From them that justly live. 5 O Lord of hosts, my King and God ! How highly blessed are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display! Nahum Tate, 1696. THE SANCTCAEY. 101. 102 The Spirit sought. C. M 1 In thy great name, O Lord ! we corac, To worship at thy feet ; Oh ! pour thy Holy Spirit down On all that now shall meet. 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, To hear the Saviour's voice : Thy face and favour, Lord ! we seek, Now make our hearts rejoice. 3 Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear, And understand thy word ; To feel thy blissful presence near, And trust our living Lord. 4 Let sinners, Lord ! thy goodness prove, And saints rejoice in thee ; Let rebels be subdued by love, And to the Saviour flee. Joseph Hoskins, 1788. Psalji 132. C. M. 1 Arise, O King of grace ! arise, And enter to thy rest ; Lo ! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. o Here, mighty God ! accept our vows ; Here let thy praise be spread: Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine ; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine. G7 103 INVOCATION. Here let him hold a lasting throne ; And, as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. Isaac Watts, 1719. 104 Asking the Presence of Christ. C. M. 1 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints ! Our humble strains attend, While, with our praises and complaints, Low at thy feet we bend. 2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise ! How should our souls, on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies ! 3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise In us the heavenly flame ; Then shall our lips resound thy praise, Our hearts adore thy name. 4 Dear Saviour ! let thy glory shine, And till thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine A heaven on earth appear. 5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, — Come, great Redeemer ! come, And bring the bright, the glorious day, That calls thy children home. Anne Steele, 1760. The Joys of Heaven. C. M. •1 Come, Lord ! and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue, And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song. 2 Then, to the shining seats of bliss, The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of paradise Our raptured thoughts explore. 68 THE SANCTUABT. There shall the folPwers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs ; And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. Lord ! tune our hearts to praise and love, Our feeble notes inspire ; Till, in thy blissful courts above, We join the heavenly choir. Anne Steele, 1760. 105. Psalm 63. C. M. 1 Early, my God ! without delay, I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 I 've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine ; My God ! repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 5 Not life itself, with all its joys, « Can my best passions move ; Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus, till my last expiring day, I '11 bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Isaac Watts, 1719. 69 INVOCATION. 106. Psalm 84. C. M. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts ! how dear The pleasant tabernacles are, Where thou dost dwell so near ! 2 My soul doth long and almost die Thy courts, O Lord ! to see ; My heart and flesh aloud do cry, O living God ! for thee. 3 Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise ; Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways. 4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion do appear. 107 John Milton, 1G48. The Influences of the Spirit desired. C. M. 1 Great Father of each perfect gift ! Behold, thy servants wait ; With longing eyes, and lifted hands, We flock around thy gate. 2 Oh ! shed abroad that royal gift, — Thy Spirit from above, To bless our eyes with sacred light, And fire our hearts with love. 3 Blest Earnest of eternal joy ! Declare our sins forgiven ; And bear, with energy divine, Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 4 Diffuse, 0 God ! the copious showers, That earth its fruit may yield, And change this barren wilderness, To Carmel's flowery field. Philip Doddridge, 1736. 70 THE SANCTUARY. 108. 109. Psalm 27. C. M. 1 The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too ; God is my strength ; nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires ; Oh ! grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God. 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still : Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storm3 appear, There may his children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around ; And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. Isaac Watts, 1719. Prayer far the promised Spirit. C. M. 1 Enthroned on high, almighty Lord ! Thy Holy Ghost send down ; Fulfill in us thy faithful word, And all thy mercies crown. 2 Though, on our heads, no tongues of fire Their wondrous powers impart, Grant, Saviour ! what we more desire, Thy Spirit in our heart. 3 Spirit of life, and light, and love ! Thy heavenly influence give ; Quicken our souls — born from above — In Christ, that we may live. INVOCATION. 113. in And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way ; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. Henry Kirke White, 1803. Evening Worship. C. M. 1 God of the sunlight hours ! how sad Would evening shadows be, Or night, in deeper sable clad, — If aught were dark to thee ! 2 How mournfully that golden gleam Would touch the thoughtful heart, If, with its soft, retiring beam, We saw thy love depart ! 3 But, tho' the gathering gloom may hide Those gentle rays awhile, Yet they, who in thy house abide, Shall ever share thy smile. 4 Then let creation's volume close Though every page be bright; On thine, still open, we repose With more intense delight. Anon., 1846, a. Psalm 84. C. M 1 My soul ! how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts ! ' T is heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts, the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place ; While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 74 THE SANCTUARY. 4 There, mighty God ! thy words declare The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. 5 Lord ! at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. G Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand, I 'd give them both away. Isaac Watts, 1719. 115 The precious Seed. C. M. 1 Almighty God ! thy word is cast Like seed into the ground ; Oh ! may it grow in humble hearts, And righteous fruits abound. 2 Let not the foe of Christ r.nd man Tiiis holy seed remove ; But give it root in praying souls, To bring forth fruits of love. 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares The rising plant destroy ; But may it, in converted minds, Produce the fruits of joy. i Let not thy word, so kindly sent To raise us to thy throne, Return to thee, and sadly tell That we reject thy Son. 5 Great God ! come down, and on thy word, Thy mighty power bestow, That all, who hear the joyful sound, Thy saving grace may know. John Cawood, 1S25. 75 116 INVOCATION. Benediction. C. 1 The God of peace, who, from the dead, Hath raised our dying Lord, And, through the covenant in his blood, Our souls to peace restored ; — 2 Confirm our hearts, in each good work, To do his perfect will ; That, made well-pleasing in his sight, Our course with joy we fill. 3 So shall we, in his heavenly courts, Hereafter, ever live ; And to his name, through Jesus Christ, Eternal glory give. 117. Eleazar T. Fitch, 1845. Psaxm 122. S. P. M. 1 How pleased and blessed was I, To hear the people cry, — " Come, let us seek our God to-day ! " Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion ! thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, [round ; And walls of strength embrace thee In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 There David's greater Son Has fixed his royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment there : He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, 76 THE SANCTUABY. 119 To bless the soul of every guest ! The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, — A thousand blessings on him rest ! a ■ 5 My tongue repeats her vows ; — " Peace to this sacred house ! " For there my friends and kindred dwell : And, since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Isaac Watts, 1719. 118. Psalm 93. S. P. M. The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crowned ; Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, © © © " And rays of majesty around. Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new, There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove ; Thy saints, with holy fear, Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 84. L. M. How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts ! thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God"; My God ! my King ! why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee ? 77 INVOCATION". 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls, who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate ; God is their strength ; and through the road, They lean upon their helper, God. G Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Isaac Watts, 1719. 120. Psalm 84. L. M 1 Great God! attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs ; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace ! Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day ; God is our shield, he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without, and foes within. 4 AH needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too ; He gives us all things, and witholds No real good from upright souls. 78 THE SANCTUARY. 0 God, our King ! whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee ; Blest is the man that trusts in thee ! Isaac Watts, 1719. 121. The Presence of Christ. L. If. 1 Hovr sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord ! Dear Saviour ! on thy people smile, And come, according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee : Ah ! Lord ! behold us at thy feet ; — Let this the gate of heaven be. 3 Chief of ten thousand ! now appear, That we by faith may see thy face : Oh ! speak, that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill this place. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 122 The Benefit of public Ordinances. L. JL 1 Away from every mortal care, Away from earth, our souls retreat ; We leave this worthless world afar, And wait and worship near thy seat. 2 Lord ! in the temple of thy grace "We see thy feet, and we adore ; We gaze upon thy lovely face, And learn the wonders of thy power. 3 While here our various wants we mourn, United groans ascend on high ; And prayer brings down a quick return Of blessings in variety. 4 If Satan rage, and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word ; We gird the gospel armor on, To fight the battles of the Lord. 79 123 INVOCATION. Or, if our spirit faints and dies, — Our conscience galled with inward stings, Here doth the righteous Sun arise, With healing beams beneath his wings. Father ! my soul would still abide Within thy temple, near thy side ; But, if my feet must hence depart, Still keep thy dwelling in my heart. Isaac Watts, 1709. Psalm 63. L. M. 1 Great God ! indulge my humble claim. Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest; The glories that compose thy name, Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise ! Thou art my Father, and my God ; And I am thine, by sacred ties, — Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look, As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet, I love t' appear Among thy saints and seek thy face ; Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. 5 My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford ; 'T would but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. 6 I '11 lift my hands, I '11 raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days. Isaac Watts, 1719. 80 THE SANCTUARY. 124 125. Psalm 117. L. AL 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ! Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. Till suns shall rise and set no more. Isaac Watts, 171&. 126 The Enjoyment of Christ. L. M. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world I ne gon^ Let my religious hours alone ; Fain would mine eyes my Savioui s^e , — ■> I wait a visit, Lord ! from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy tire, And kindles with a pure desire ; Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blessed Jesus ! what delicious fare — ■ How sweet thine entertainments are ! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace, and dying love. & Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine : Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known ! Isaac Watts, 1707. • Before Sermon. L. M. 1 Thy presence, gracious God ! afford ; Prepare us to receive thy word ; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mixed with what we hear. 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above ; 6 81 INVOCATION. With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread. 3 To us thy sacred word apply, With sovereign power and energy ; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear. 4 Father! in us thy Son reveal ; Teach us to know and do thy will : Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day. John Fawcett, 1782. 127 The ever-present Saviour. I.. M. 1 Jesus ! where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy -seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found; And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring thee, where they come, And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few ! Thy former mercies here renew ; Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care ; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. William Cowper, 1769. 128. Benediction. L. M. 1 The peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels, Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts: THE SANCTUARY. 2 And may the holy Three in One, The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down On every soul assembled here. John Newton, 1779. 1Z«'< Love of Christ in the Heart. L. M. 1 Come, dearest Lord ! descend and dwell, By faith and love, in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, The joys that cannot be expressed. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length, Of thine immeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done, By all the church, through Christ, his Son. Isaac Watts, 1709, lOU. Hosanna. L. M. 1 Hosanna to the living Lord ! Hosanna to th' incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing ; — 2 " Hosanna ! Lord ! " thine angels cry ; " Hosanna ! Lord ! " thy saints reply ; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound. 3 0 Saviour ! with protecting care, Return to this thy house of prayer, Assembled in thy sacred name, Where we thy parting promise claim. 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal ! bid thy Spirit rest, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy thee. 63 INVOCATION. 131. 132 So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Reginald Heber, 1811. Psalm 100. L. M. 1 With one consent, let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay, with awful mirth, And sing before him songs of praise : 2 Convinced that he is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed ; "We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 3 Oh ! enter, then, his temple gate, Thence to his courts devoutly press ; And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he 's the Lord, supremely good ; His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure. Nahum Tate, 1696. Dismission. L. M. 1 Dismiss us, with thy blessing, Lord ! Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; — Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; Give every fettered soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. Joseph Hart, 17G2. 84 133 134. THE TRINITY. II.-AD ORATION. I. — THE TRINITY. " Te Deum laud a L. 1 Thee,. thee we praise, 0 God! and own That thou, the Lord, art God alone ; Thy praise supreme all nature sings, Eternal Father ! King of kings ! 2 All angels and the cherubim, — The heavenly host, — the seraphim. — Cease not to cry, — " Be thou adored, O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 3 The heavens and earth are full of thee, — Thy glory, power, and majesty ; Th' apostles, prophets, martyrs, raise To thee their loudest songs of praise. 4 Thy holy church, o'er all the earth, Exulting owns, with hallowed mirth, — Infinite majesty is thine. Father eternal ! Power divine ! 5 Thee, too, 0 Christ ! they all confess, — Thee, King of glory ! — thee they bless ; The Father's Son thou art alone, — Partaker of th' eternal throne. G Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Thy saints, with all the heavenly host, Confess, proclaim, extol, adore, From day to day, for evermore. Latin, Ambrose (?), 390. Tr., Edwin F. Hatfield, 1871. The Triune God. L M. 1 0 holt, holy, holy Lord ! Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, For ever be thy name adored, Thy glories let the world proclaim ! 65 ADORATION. O Jesus ! Lamb once crucified To take our load of sins away, — Thine be the hymn, that rolls its tide Along the realms of upper day ! O Holy Spirit ! from above, In streams of light and glory given, Thou source of ecstasy and love, Thy praises ring through earth and heaven ! O God Triune ! to thee we owe Oar every thought, our every song ; And ever may thy praises flow From saint and seraph's burning tongue ! James Wallis Eastbum, 1819. 135. A Song of Praise to the Trinity. L. M, 1 Blessed be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God ! From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood — Pardon and life for dying souls. 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise. Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus God, the Father,— God, the Son,— And God, the Spirit, we adore ; — That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom, or a shore. Isaac Watts, 1709. 136 Confessing the Trinity. L. M 1 Great One in Three ! great Three in One ! Thy wondrous name we sound abroad; Prostrate we fall before thy throne, O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 86 TUB TRINITY. 2 Thee, Holy Father ! we confess ; Thee, Holy Saviour ! we adore ; And thee, O Holy Ghost ! we bless And praise and worship evermore. 3 Thou art by heaven and earth adored ; Thy universe is full of thee, O holy, holy, holy Lord ! Great Three in One ! great One in Three ! 1r>"T Anon, 1858. O i • Prayer to the Trinity. L. M. 1 Father of heaven ! whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, — Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pard'ning love extend. 2 Almighty Son — incarnate Word — Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! Before thy throne we sinners bend ; To us thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, — Before thy throne we sinners bend ; To us thy quickening power extend. 4 Jehovah ! — Father, Spirit, Son ! — Mysterious Godhead — Three in One ! Before thy throne we sinners bend ; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. J. Cooper, (?) 1810. 138. Adoration of the Trinity. L M. Blest Trinity ! from mortal sight Veiled in thine own eternal light ! We thee confess, in thee believe; To thee with loving hearts we cleave. O Father! thou Most Holy One ! O God of God ! Eternal Son I* O Holy Ghost ! thou Love Divine ! To join them both is ever thine. ADOBATION. 3 The Father is in God, the Son ; And with the Father he is one ; In both, the Spirit doth abide, And with them both is glorified. 4 Eternal Father ! thee we praise ; To thee, O Son ! our hymns we raise ; O Holy Ghost ! we thee adore ! One mighty God for evermore. Lat., Santolius Maglorianus, 1680. Tr., Henry Williams Baker, 1861. 139. Rejoicing in the Trinity. L. M. 1 All ye who owe to God your birth ! In praise your every hour employ ; Jehovah reigns ; be glad, O earth ! And shout, ye morning stars ! for joy. 2 Blessing and honor, praise and love, Co-equal, co-eternal Three ! In earth below, in heaven above, By all thy works be paid to thee ! 3 Thrice holy ! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine : And, when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine. John Wesley, 1742. 140. The blessed Trinity. 7&, 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord God of hosts, eternal King ! By the heavens and earth adored ! — Angels and archangels sing, Chanting everlastingly To the blesse'd Trinity. 2 Since by thee were all things made, And in thee do all things live, Be to thee all honor paid ; Praise to thee let all things give, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. THE TRINITY. 3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, Spirits blest, before the throne, Speeding thence at thy command ; And, when thy commands are done, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 4 Cherubim and seraphim Veil their faces with their wings ; Eyes of angels are too dim To behold the King of kings, While they sing eternally To the blessed Trinity. 5 Thee, apostles, prophets, thee, Thee, the noble martyr band, Praise with solemn jubilee ; Thee, the church in every land, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. 6 Hallelujah! Lord! to thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Godhead one, and Persons three ! Join with us the heavenly host, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Christopher Wordsworth, 1865. 1 TC 1 • The Triune Name. 1 To the name of God on high, God of might and majesty, God of heaven and earth and sea, Blessing, praise, and glory be. 2 To the name of Christ, the Lord, Son of God, incarnate Word, Christ, by whom all things were made, Be an endless honor paid. 3 To the Holy Spirit be Equal praise eternally, 89 ADORATION. U2 With the Father and the Son, One in name, in glory one. Horatius Bonar, 1868. Doxology. 7a. 1 Hallelujah ! joyful raise Heart and voice, our God to praise ; Praise the Father ; praise the Son ; Praise the Spirit ; three in one : Triune God ! to thee be given Praise on earth, and praise in heaven. Newman Hall, 1857. 143 Glory to the Triune God. 7a. 1 Glory be to God on high, — God, whose glory fills the sky ; Peace on earth to man forgiven, — Man, the well-beldved of heaven. 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King ! Thee we now presume to sing ; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. 3 Hail, by all thy works adored ! Hail, the everlasting Lord ! Thee with thankful hearts we prove, — God of power, and God of love ! 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, — ■ Christ the Father's only Son ; Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man. 5 Jesus! in thy name we pray, Take, Oh ! take our sins away ! Powerful Advocate with God ! Justify us by thy blood. G Hear, for thou, O Christ ! alone, Art with thy great Father one ; One the Holy Ghost with thee; — One supreme eternal Tliree. Charles Wesley, 1739. 90 THE TEINITT. 144. Prayer to the Trinity. 7a. 1 Holt Father ! hear my cry ; Holy Saviour ! bend thine ear ; Holy Spirit ! come thou nigh : Father ! Saviour ! Spirit ! hear. 2 Father ! save me from my sin ; Saviour ! I thy mercy crave ; Gracious Spirit ! make me clean: Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! save. 3 Father ! let me taste thy love ; Saviour ! fill my soul with peace ; Spirit ! come my heart to move : Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! bless. 4 Father ! Son ! and Spirit ! — thou One Jehovah ! shed abroad All thy grace within me now ; Be my Father and my God. Horatius Bonar, 1857. 145. Worship of the Trinity. 7s. Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Self-existent Deity ! By the hosts of heaven adored, Teach us how to worship thee : Only uncreated Mind, Wonders in thy nature meet : Perfect unity combined With society complete. All perfection dwells in thee, Now to us obscurely known, Three in one, and one in three, Great Jehovah, God alone ! Be our all, O Lord divine ! Father ! Saviour ! Vital Breath ! Body, spirit, soul be thine, Now, and at, and after death. John Ryland, 1730. 91 ADORATION. 146 The Trinity confessed. ' C. M. 1 Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord ! Whom one in three we know ; By all thy heavenly host adored, By all thy church below. 2 One undivided Trinity, With triumph, we proclaim ; Thy universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, holy Father ! we confess ; Thee, holy Son ! adore : And thee, the Holy Ghost ! we bless, We worship evermore. 4 The incommunicable right, Almighty God ! receive, — Which angel choirs, and saints in light, And saints embodied give. 5 Three persons equally divine We magnify and love ; And both the choirs ere long shall join To sing thy praise above. 6 Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord ! — Our heavenly song shall be, — Supreme, essential One ! adored In co-eternal Three ! Charles Wesley, 1767, a. 147. Praise to the Trinity. C. M. 1 Father of glory ! to thy name Immortal praise we give, Who dost an act of grace proclaim, And bid us rebels live. 2 Immortal honor to the Son, Who makes thine anger cease : Our lives he ransomed with his own, And died to make our peace. 92 U8 THE TEINITT. To thine almighty Spirit be Immortal glory given ; Whose influence brings us near to thee, And trains us up for heaven. Let men, with their united voice, Adore th' eternal God, And spread his honors and their joys, Through nations far abroad. Isaac Watts, 1720. Praise for Creation and Redemption. C. M. 1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord ! Who never knew thy grace ; But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, O God ! to thee, And send them to thy throne ; All glory to th' united Three, — The undivided One. 3 'Twas he — and we'll adore his name — That formed us by a word ; *T is he restores our ruined frame ; — Salvation to the Lord ! 1 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound ; Rocks, hills, and vales reflect" the voice, In one eternal round. Isaac Watts, 1707. 149. Psalm: 14S. S. M. 1 Let every creature join, To praise th' eternal God ; Ye heavenly hosts ! the song begin, And sound his name abroad. 2 Thou sun, with golden beams ! And moon, with paler rays ! Ye starry lights ! ye twinkling flames ! Shine to your Maker's praise. 03 150 ADORATION. He built those worlds above, And fixed their wondrous frame ; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name. By all his works above, His honors be expressed ; But saints, who taste his saving love, Should sing his praises best. Father of lights above ! Thy mercy we adore, The Son of thine eternal love, And Spirit of thy power. Isaac Watts, 1719. A Song of Praise to the Trinity. 8. M. 1 Let God the Father live For ever on our tongues ; Sinners from his first love derive The ground of all their songs. 2 Ye saints ! employ your breath In honor to the Son, Who bought your souls, from hell and death, By offering up his own. 3 Give to the Spirit praise Of an immortal strain, Whose light and power and grace conveys Salvation down to men. 4 To the great One and Three, That seal this grace in heaven, — The Father, Son, and Spirit, — be Eternal glory given. Isaac Watts, 1709. 151. Creating and redeeming Love. S. M. 1 Father ! in whom we live, In whom we are and move, The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love. 94 THE TRINITY. 2 Let all the angel throng Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes through the sky. 3 Incarnate Deity ! Let all the ransomed race Render in thanks their lives to thee, For thy redeeming grace. 4 Spirit of holiness ! Let all thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thy heart-renewing power. 5 Eternal triune Lord ! Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men, record And dwell upon thy love. Charles Wesley, 1746. 152 Song of Praise to the Trinity. II. M. 1 We give immortal praise To God, the Father's love, For all our comforts here, And better hopes above : He sent his own eternal Son To die for sins that man had done. 2 To God, the Son, belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe : And now he lives, and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains. 3 To God, the Spirit's name, Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes the great design, And tills the soul with joy divine. 95 ADOEATION. 4 Almighty God ! to thee Be endless honors done, — The undivided Three, The great, mysterious One! "Where reason fails with all her* powers, There faith prevails and love adores. Isaac Watts, 1709. dO* Praise to the Trinity. H. M. 1 To him that chose us first, Before the world began ; To him that bore the curse, To save rebellious man ; To him that formed our hearts anew, Are endless praise and glory due. 2 The Father's love shall run Through our immortal songs ; We bring to God, the Son, Hosannas on our tongues : Our lips address the Spirit's name, With equal praise, and zeal the same. 3 Let every saint above, And angel round the throne, For ever bless and love The sacred Three in One : Thus heaven shall raise his honors high, When earth and time grow old and die. Isaac Watts, 1709. 154. Psalm 134. H. M. 1 Come, bless Jehovah's name, Ye servants of the Lord ! Who, day and night proclaim His grace, with glad accord ; Within his house, lift up your song, And swell his praises loud and long. 2 Lift up your hands, and bless The Lord who ever lives ; 9G loo. THE TRINITY. And, in his courts, express The joy his presence gives; The God of Zion, from above, Will make your bosoms glow with love. Your hallelujahs raise, To Father, Spirit, Son; Extol, in loftiest praise, The great eternal One : Within his house, lift up your song, And swell his praises loud and long. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1837. Praise to the Creator. 8s & 7a. 1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator! Praise be thine from every tongue; Join, my soul! with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 Father. Source of all compassion ! Pure, unbounded grace is thine : Hail fcbe God of our salvatiou, Praise him for his love divine. 3 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 4 Joyfully on earth adore him. Till in heaven our song we raise; Then enraptured fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 5 Praise to God, the great Creator, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Praise him. every living creature ! Earth and heaven's united host ! John Fawoett, 1782, a. 7 97 ADORATION. 156 Glonj to the Triune God. 8s & 7a 1 Glory to th' almighty Father, Fountain of eternal love, Who, his wandering sheep to gather, Sent a Saviour from above. 2 To the Son all praise be given, Who, with love unknown before, Left the bright abode of heaven, And our sin and sorrows bore. 0 Equal strains of warm devotion Let the Spirit's praise employ ; — Author of each pure emotion ; Source of wisdom, peace, and joy. 4 Thus, while our glad hearts, ascending, Glorify Jehovah's name, Heavenly songs with ours are blending; There the theme is still the same. 5 Praise and glory to the Father, Praise and glory to the Son, Praise and glory to the Spirit, — Ever Three and ever One. William H. Bathurst, 1831. 1 V7 Xircs. C. M, 1 The glories of my Maker, God, My joyful voice shall sing, And Call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 'T was his right hand that shaped our clay, And wrought this human frame ; But, from his own immediate breath, Our nobler spirits came. 3 We bring our mortal powers to God, And worship with our tongues : We claim some kindred with the skies, And join th' angelic songs. Icaac Watts, 1707. 123 198 ADOBATION. Psalm 18. C. M. 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he east The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim, Full royally he rode, And, on the wings of mighty winds, Came Hying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. Thomas Sternhold, 1549, a. 199 The Divine Glories above our Reason. C. M. 1 How wondrous great, how glorious bright Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity ! 2 Our soaring spirits upward rise Tow'rd the celestial throne, Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies : But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies ! 4 Lord ! here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore ; For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more. 5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our laboring tongue ; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song. 124 THE ETERNAL FATHEB. 200 201 In humble notes, our faith adores The great mysterious King, "While angels strain their nobler powers. And sweep th' immortal string. Isaac Watts, 1707. Creating Wisdom. C. M. 1 Eticrxal Wisdom! thee we praise, • Thee the creation sings ; With thy loved name, rocks, hills and seas, And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky ! How glorious to behold ! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And starred with sparkling gold. 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike the gazing sight. Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, With terror and delight. 4 Infinite strength, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder — God. 5 But the sweet beauties of thy grace Our softer passions move ; Pity divine, in Jesus' face, We see, adore, and love. Isaac Watts, 1705. Sovereignty and Dominion of God. C. >L 1 Keep silence, all created things ! And wait your Maker's nod ; My soul stands trembling, while she sings The honors of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on his firm decree : He sits on no precarious throne, 2sor borrows leave to be. 125 ADORATION. Chained to his throne, a volume lies, With all the fates of men, With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th' eternal pen. His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine ; Each opening leaf, and every stroke, Fulfills some deep design. My God ! I would not long to see My fate with curious eyes, — What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise : In thy fair book of life and grace, May I but lind my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1706, a. 202 God, holy, just, and sovereign. C. M, 1 How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God ? If lie contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 Mountains, by his almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth, from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. 0 He bids the sun forbear to rise — Th' obedient sun forbears : His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. 4 He walks upon the stormy sea, Flies on the stormy wind: There's none can trace his wondrous wray, Or his dark footsteps find. Isaac Watte, 1709. 126 THE ETERNAL FATHER, 203 204 God, the Thunderer. C. M. 1 Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts ! And thou, O earth ! adore ; Let death and hell, through all their coasts, Stand trembling at his power. 2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky, He makes the clouds his throne ; There all his stores of lightning lie, Till vengeance darts them down. 3 Think, 0 my soul ! the dreadful day, "When this incensed God Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, And fling his wrath abroad. 4 "What shall the wretch, the sinner do ? He once defied the Lord; But he shall dread the Thunderer now, And sink beneath his word. Isaac Watts, Aug. 20, 1697. God's eternal Dominion. C. M. 1 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made; Thou art the ever-living God, "Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view ; To thee there 's nothing old appears — Great God ! there 's nothing new. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares ; "While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 127 205. 206 ADORATION. Great God ! how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms arc we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. Isaac Watts, 1707. Sovereignty and Grace. C. M. 1 TriE Lord ! how fearful is his name ! How wide is his command ! Nature, with all her moving frame, llests on his mighty hand. 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And lights his awful robe ; Whilst with a smile, or with a frown, He manages the globe. 3 A word of his almighty breath Can swell or sink the seas ; Build the vast empires of the earth, Or break them as he please. i On angels, with unveiled face His glory beams above ; On men, he looks with softest grace, And takes his title, Love. Isaac Watts, 1706, a. Almighty Power and Majesty of God. C. M. 1 The Lord, our God, is clothed with might, The winds obey his will ; He speaks, — and in his heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves ! and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar ; The Lord uplifts Ids awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night ! your force combine Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 128 THE ETEKXAL FATHEE. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations ! bend, in reverence bend ; Ye monarchs ! wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. Henry Kirhe White, 18G0. 207. PsALir 95. C. M. 1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing ; The Lord 's a God of boundless might, — The whole creation's King. 3 Come, and with humble souls adore ; Come, kneel before his face : Oh ! may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace ! 4 2s ow is the time ; — he bends his ear, And waits for your request ; Come, lest lie rouse his wrath, and swear, " Ye shall not see my rest." 208 Isaac Watts, 1719. P.SAX3I 148. C. M. 1 Praise ye the Lord, immortal choirs ! That fill the realms above ; Sing, for he formed you of his fires, And feeds you with his love. 2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies ! The floor of his abode ; Or veil your twinkling myriad eyes, Before your brighter God. 9 129 209 ADOEATION. 3 Thou restless globe of golden light ! Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays. 4 Thunder and lightning, fires and storms! — The troops of his command, — Appear in all your dreadful forms, And speak his awful hand. 5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas ! In your eternal roar, Let wave to wave resound his praise, And shore reply to shore. 6 Thus while inferior creatures sing, Ye men ! with sweeter sound, Echo the glories of your King, Through all the nations round. Isaac Watts, 1706. The Gentleness of God. C. M. 1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame ! We own thy power divine ; We hear thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are thine. 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work thy sovereign will ; And, awed by thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still. 3 Thy mercy tempers every blast To them that seek thy face, And mingles, with the tempest's roar, The whispers of thy grace. 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease ; And gales of paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 130 THE ETEENAL FATHER. 210 " Te Dcum laudamus." C. M. 1 O God ! we praise thee, and confess, That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee, all angels cry aloud ; To thee the powers on high, Loth cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry : — 3 O holy, holy, holy Lord ! "Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory lilled Of thy majestic sway ! i The apostles' glorious company, And prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, O Lord! confesses thee, That thou th' eternal Father art, Of boundless majesty. Tate and Brady, 1703. 211. Psalm 89. C. M. 1 TViTn reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord ; His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word. 2 How terrible thy glories be ! How bright thine armies shine ! Where is the power that vies with thee? Or truth compared with thine ? 3 Thy words the raging wind control, And rule the boisterous deep ; Thou makest the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. 131 ADOEATION. 212 213. Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace ; While truth and mercy joined in one, Invite us near thy face. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 102. C. M. 1 TrmouGH endless years, thou art the same, O thou eternal God ! Ages to come shall know thy name, And tell thy works abroad. 2 The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid ; By thee the beauteous arch of heaven With matchless skill was made. 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, Formed by thy powerful hand, Be, like a vesture, laid aside, And changed at thy command. 4 But thy perfections, all divine, Eternal as thy days, Through everlasting ages shine, With undiminished rays. 5 Our children's children, still thy care, Shall own their fathers' God ; To latest times thy favor share, And spread thy praise abroad. Cento, from Tate and Watts. Psalm 145. C. M. 1 Long as I live I '11 bless thy name, My King ! my God of love ! My work and joy shall be the same, In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord — his power unknown ; And let his praise be great ; I '11 sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 132 THE ETERNAL FATHER. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ; And, while my lips rejoice, Tiie men, that hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. The world is managed by thy hands ; Thy saints are ruled by love ; And thine eternal kingdom stands. Though rocks and hills remove. Isaac Waits, 1719. 211 Endless Praise. C. M. 1 Yes — I will bless thee, O my God! Through all my mortal days, And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 Xor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God: My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad. 3 Not death itself shall stop my song, Though death will close my eyes : My thoughts shall then to nobler heights And sweeter raptures rise. 4 There shall my lips, in endless praise, Their grateful tribute pay : The theme demands an angel's tongue, And an eternal day. Ottiwell Henlnbotham, 17C3, a. 215. Creation and Providence. C. M. 1 Lord ! when my raptured thought surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore. 133 216 ADORATION. Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine ; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. From thee, the breath of life I drew ; That breath thy power maintains ; Thy tender mercy, ever new, My brittle frame sustains. On me thy providence has shone With gentle, smiling rays ; Oh ! let my lips and life make known Thy goodness and thy praise. All-bounteous Lord ! thy grace impart ; Oh ! teach me to improve Thy gifts, with ever-grateful heart, And crown them with thy love. Anne Steele, 1760. Psaxm 111. C. M. 1 Songs of immortal praise belong To my almighty God ; He has my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought ! How glorious in our sight ! And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How most exact is nature's frame ! How wise th' eternal Mind ! His counsels never change the scheme, That his first thoughts designed. 4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure ; The orders, that his lips pronounce, To endless years endure. Isaac Watts, 1719. 134 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 2 Li • Psalm 33. CM. 1 Rejoice, ye righteous ! in the Lord ; This work belongs to you ; Sing of his name, his ways, his word; How holy, just, and true! 2 His mercy, and his righteousness, Let heaven and earth proclaim; His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wondrous name. 3 His wisdom and almighty word The heavenly arches spread ; And, by the Spirit of the Lord, Their shining hosts were made. 4 He scorns the angry nations' rage, And breaks their vain designs ; His counsel stands through every age, And in full glory shines. Isaac Watts, 1719. 218. PSALtt 115. C. M, 1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all! Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distressed Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou givest the mourners rest. o The Lord supports our tottering days, And guides our giddy youth : Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his servants feel ; He hears his children cry ; And, their best wishes to fulfill, His grace is ever nigh. 135 219 220 ADORATION. His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere ; He saves the souls, whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad ; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 135. C. M, 1 Awake, ye saints ! to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise ; Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. 2 Great is the Lord, — and wwks unknown Are his divine employ : But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. 3 Heaven, earth and sea confess his hand ; He bids the vapors rise ; Lightning and storm, at his command, Sweep through the sounding skies. 4 Ye saints ! adore the living God, Serve him with faith and fear ; He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honors there. Isaac Watts, 1719 ; v. 4, a. Psalm 89. c. M. 1 My never-ceasing song shall show The mercies of the Lord ; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. 2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heaven endure ; And, if he speaks a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. 13G THE ETERNAL FATHER. 3 How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne ! But there 's a nobler covenant sealed To David's greater Son. 4 His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies : The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. 5 Lord God of hosts ! thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above ; And saints on earth their honors raise To thine unchanging love. Isaac Watts, 1719. 221 Psalm 89. C. M. 1 The mercies of my God and King My tongue shall still pursue : Oh ! happy they who, while they sing Those mercies, share them too ! 2 As bright and lasting as the sun, As lofty as the sky, From age to age, thy word shall run, And chance and change defy. 3 The covenant of the King of kings Shall stand for ever sure ; Beneath the shadow of thy wings Thy saints repose secure. 4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies, Created at thy will : The waves at thy command arise, At thy command are still. 5 In earth below, in heaven above, Who, who is Lord like thee ? Oh ! spread the gospel of thy love, Till all thy glories see ! JTrnrjj Francis Lyte, 1834. 137 ADORATION. 222 Psalm 107. C. M. 1 How are thy servants blessed, O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to thy will ; The sea, that roars at thy command, At thy command is still. 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we '11 adore ; We '11 praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. 6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to thee. Joseph Addison, 1712, a. Z — 'J. Psalm 111. C. M. 1 Great is the Lord ; — his works of might Demand our noblest songs ; Let his assembled saints unite Their harmony of tongues. 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, He gives his children food ; And, ever mindful of his word, He makes his promise good. 138 224. 225. THE ETEENAL FATHEE. His Son, the great Redeemer, came To seal his covenant sure ; Holy and reverend is his name ; His ways are just and pure. Isaac Waits, 1719. Psalm 34. C. }L 1 Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all, that are distressed, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 Oh ! magnify the Lord with me, . "With me exalt his name ; When in distress to him I called, He to my rescue came. 4 Oh ! make but trial of his love ; Experience will decide, How blest are they, and only they, "Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye saints ! and you will then Have nothing else to fear ; Make you his service your delight, — Your wants shall be his care. Nahum Tate, 1696. Tharilcs for providential Favors. C. M. 1 "When all thy mercies, O my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 139 226 ADORATION. When, in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life, Thy goodness I '11 pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I '11 raise : For, Oh ! eternity 's too short To utter all thy praise ! Joseph Addison, 1712. The Goodness of God in his Works. C. M. 1 Hail ! great Creator, wise and good! To thee our songs we raise ; Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise. 2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, Fresh wonders strike our view ; And, while we gaze, our hearts exult, With transports ever new. 3 Thy glory beams in every star, Which gilds the gloom of night; And decks the smiling face of morn, With rays of cheerful light. 4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, Thy varied love we see ; Oh ! may our hearts, great God ! be led Through all thy works to thee. Anon. ,1725. 140 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 227 228 Psalm 66. C. ML 1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, "Whose breath our souls inspired ; Loud, and more loud, the anthem raise With grateful ardor fired. 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies, With benefits unsought. 0 Lift up to God the voice of praise, From whom salvation flows, "Who sent his Son, our souls to save From everlasting woes. 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope's transporting ray, "Which lights, through darkest shades of death, To realms of endless day. TuTph Wardlaxc, 1803. I Creation and Providence. C. M. 1 I sixg th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom, that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; lie formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord ! how thy wonders are displayed, "Where'er I turn mine eye. If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky ! 141 ADOBATTOtf. 220 230 There 's not a plant or flower below, But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. Isaac Watts, 1715. Psalm 71. C. M. 1 My Saviour ! my almighty Friend ! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, — The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; Thy goodness I adore ; And, since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road ; And march, with courage, in thy strength, To see my Father God. 4 When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, I '11 plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King ! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. Isaac Watts, 1719. God is Love. 1 Amid the splendors of thy state, My God ! thy love appears, With the soft radiance of the moon Among a thousand stars. o Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire, Thunders thy dreadful name ! But Zion sings, in melting notes, The honors of the Lamb. 142 231. THE ETEENAL FATHER. In all thy doctrines and commands, Thy counsels and designs, In every work thy hands have framed, Thy love supremely shines. Angels and men ! the news proclaim Through earth and heaven above, — The joyful and transporting news, — That God, the Lord, is love. Anon., 1800. The Glories of Redemption. C. M. 1 Father ! how wide thy glory shines ! How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand signs, — By thousand through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill ; And, on the wings of every hour, We read thy patience still. 3 But, when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms, — 4 Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace. 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heavenly plains ; Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. C Oh ! may I bear some humble part, In that immortal song ; Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. Isaac Watts, 1706. 143 ADORATION. 232. TJie Wonders of God's Love. C. M. 1 Ye humble souls ! approach your God, With songs of sacred praise ; For he is good, immensely good, And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms ; *T is here he makes his goodness known In its divines t forms. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord ! we come, 'T is here our hope relies ; — ■ A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. Anne Steele, 1760. ~Ot>. Psalm 108. CM. 1 Awake, my soul ! to sound his praise, Awake, my harp ! to sing ; Join, all my powers ! the song to raise, And morning incense bring. 2 Among the people of his care, And through the nations round, Glad songs of praise will I prepare, And there his name resound. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God ! Above the starry train : Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad, And teach the world thy reign. 4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice, And throng thy courts above ; While sinners hear thy pard'ning voice, And taste redeeming love. Joel Barlow, 1786. 144 THE ETERNAL FATHEE. £0±» PBAT.TVf 143. C. M. 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King ! Let age to age thy righteousness, In sounds of glory, sing. 2 God reigns on high, — but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies ; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 "With longing eyes, thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And tills their mouths with good. 4 How hind are thy compassions, Lord ! How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim ; But saints, who taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. Isaac Watts, 1719. ^tJtJt Epjoicinj in God, our Father. C. M. 1 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love ; Soon shall you join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above. 2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends ; Calls you his treasure and his joy, His children and his friends. 3 My Father, God ! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear ? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 10 143 236. ADORATION. 4 Thanks to my God for every gift, His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love, Whence all those comforts How. Ottiwell Hcginbotham, 1768. The Love of God. C. M. 1 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord ! And lift your souls above ; Let every heart and voice accord, To sing that — God is love. 2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove ; Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears, To show that — God is love. 3 Behold his patience lengthened out To those who from him rove, And calls effectual reach their hearts, To teach them — God is love. 4 The work begun is carried on, By power from heaven above; And every step, from first to last, Declares that — God is love. 5 Oh ! may we all, while here below, This best of blessings prove ; Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, Shall shout that — God is love. George Burder, 1734. 237. Psalm 103. S. M. If On! bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine. 2 Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 146 THE ETEBNAL FATHEB. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'T is he relieves thy pain, 'T is he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave ; He, that redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. 5 lie fills the poor with good ; He gives the sufferers rest ; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known ; But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. Isaac Watts, 1719. 238 Sincere Praise. S. M. 1 Almighty Maker, God ! How wondrous is thy name ! Thy glories, how diffused abroad, Through the creation's frame ! - 2 Nature, in every dress, Her humble homage pays ; And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator, too ; Fain would my tongue adore my King, And .pay the worship due. 4 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul ascend, In sweet perfumes of praise. Isaac Watts, 17C6. 147 ADORATION. 239 240 God, my Creator and Benefactor. S. M. 1 My Maker and my King ! To thee my all I owe ; Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, Whence all my blessings flow. 2 The creature of thy hand, — On thee alone I live ; My God ! thy benefits demand More praise than life can give. 3 Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove ? Lord ! form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love. 4 Oh ! let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine ; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. Anne Steele, 1760. Exhortation to Praise. 8. M. 1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ! Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God, With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify ? 3 Oh ! for the living flame From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to heaven our thought ! 4 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours : Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, With all our ransomed powers. 148 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 211. 212 Stand up, and bless the Lord, — The Lord, your God, adore, Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth, for evermore. James Montgomery, 1825. God present every where. S. ~SL 1 God of almighty power! How glorious are thy ways ! Angels thy majesty adore, All creatures speak thy praise. 2 Wherever earth is fair, Or brighter worlds extend, Almighty Sovereign ! thou art there, — Creation's Lord and Friend. 3 Heaven is thy glorious throne, Earth does thy footstool seem ; But souls redeemed thou lov'st to own Thy richer diadem. 4 And, while they bless thy name, Hell trembles at thy rod : Earth, heaven, and hell thy power proclaim ; All things proclaim thee God ! A non. ,1858. Psalm 8. S. M. 1 O Lord, our heavenly King! Thy name is all -divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When, to thy works on high, I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies ; — ■ 3 When I survey the stars, And ail their shining forms, — Lord ! what is man. that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms ? 149 ADORATION. 4 Lord ! what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love Mm so ? Next to thine angels is he placed, And lord of all below. 5 How rich thy bounties are ! And wondrous are thy ways ; Of dust and worms, thy power can frame A monument of praise. Isaac Watts, 1719. ^40. Psalm 148. H. M. 1 Ye tribes of Adam ! join "With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise : Ye holy throng of angels bright ! In worlds of light, begin the song. 2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays ! And moon that rulest the ni<*ht ! Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power declare, ye floods on high ! And clouds that fly in empty air ! 3 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move, By his supreme command : He spake the word, and all their frame, From nothing came to praise the Lord. 4 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above ; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love : While earth and sky attempt his praise, His saints shall raise his honors high. Isaac Watts, 1719. 150 THE ETERNAL FATIIER. 2M. Psalm 143. H. M. 1 Ye boundless realms of joy ! Exalt your Maker's name ; His praise your songs employ Above the starry frame : Your voices raise, ye cherubim And seraphim ! to sing his praise. 2 Let all adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came ; And all shall last, from changes free ; His firm decree stands ever fast. Nahum Tate, 169G. 245 Psalm 136. EL M. 1 Give thanks to God most high, The universal Lord. — The sovereign King of khigs ; And be his grace adored : His power and grace are still the same ; And let his name have endless praise. 2 He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin; And pitied the sad state The ruined world was in : Thy mercy, Lord ! shall still endure ; And ever sure abides thy word. 3 He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan, sin, and death, And every hurtful foe : His power and grace are still the same ; And let his name have endless praise. 4- Give thanks aloud to God, To God, the heavenly King; 151 ADORATION. 246. 247, And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing: Thy mercy, Lord ! shall still endure ; And ever sure abides thy word. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 97. H. M. 1 TriE Lord Jehovah reigns ; His throne is built on high ; The garments he assumes Are light and majesty : His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight. 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe ; His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law : And, where his love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace. 3 Through all his ancient works, Surprising wisdom shines ; Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their cursed designs : Strong is his arm — and shall fulfill His great decrees — his sovereign will. 4 And can this mighty King Of glory condescend, — And will he write his name, — • "My Father and my Friend?" I love his name, — I love his word; Join, all my powers ! and praise the Lord. Isaac Watts, 1709. Praise from all Creation. H. M. Angels ! assist to sing The honors of your God ; Touch every tuneful string, And sound his name abroad : 152 248 THE ETERNAL FATHER. Come, pour the trembling notes along, And swell the grand immortal song. And, ye of meaner birth ! Your joyful voices raise ; Inhabitants of earth ! Your great Creator praise : Let your hosannas joyful rise, And shake the earth and pierce the skies. Anon., 1830. Universal Adoration. II. M. 1 To your Creator. God, Your great Preserver, raise, Ye creatures of his hand ! Your- highest notes of praise : Let every voice proclaim his power, His name adore, and loud rejoice. 2 Let every creature join To celebrate his name, And all their various powers Assist th' exalted theme : Let nature raise, from every tongue, A general song of grateful praise. 3 But, Oh ! from human tongues Should nobler praises flow; And every thankful heart With warm devotion glow : Your voices raise, ye highly blest ! Above the rest declare his praise. i Assist me, gracious God ! My heart, my voice inspire ; Then shall I grateful join The universal choir : Thy grace can raise my heart, my tongue, And tune my song to lively praise. Anne Steele, 17C0. 153 ADOKATION. 249. Psalm 143. 8s & 73. 1 Praise the Lord; ye heavens! adore him; Praise him, angels in the height! Sun and moon ! rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light ! 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws, which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; Never shall Iris promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high ! his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation ! Laud and magnify his name. John Kempthornc, 1810. 250 Praise for Grace. 8s & 7s. 1 Lord ! with glowing heart I '11 praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows ; For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows. 2 Help, O Lord ! my weak endeavor ; This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. 3 Praise, my soul ! the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away. 4 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 154 251. THE ETERNAL FATHER. Lord ! this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express : Low before thy footstep kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless. Let thy grace, my soul's chief pleasure, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth, thy praise. Francis Scott Key, 1826. The Divine Glory. 8s & 7a. 1 " Lord ! thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fullness stored ; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " 2 Heaven is still with glory ringing ; Earth takes up the angels' cry, — " Holy, holy, holy ! " singing, " Lord of hosts ! the Lord most high !" 3 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren ! let our tongues unite ; Chief the heart when duty raises God-ward at his mystic rite. 4 "With his seraph train before him, With his holy church below, Thus conspire we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. Fdchard Mant, 1823. 252 The Fountain of Grace. 8s & 7a, 1 Blessed be thou, the God of Israel ! Thou, our Father, and our Lord : Blessed thy majesty for ever ! Ever be thy name adored. 2 Thine, 0 Lord! are power and greatness, Glory, victory, are thine own ; All is thine in earth and heaven, Over all thy boundless throne. 155 25? ADORATION. Riches come of thee, and honor, Power and might to thee belong; Thine it is to make us prosper, Only thine to make us strong. Lord, our God ! for these thy bounties, Hymns of gratitude we raise ; To thy name, for ever glorious, Ever we address our praise. Henry U. Onderdonlc, 1327. *-'• Praise, to Jehovah. £3 & 7s. 1 Saints ! with pious zeal attending, Now a grateful tribute raise ; Joyful songs, to heaven ascending, Join the universal praise. 2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling, Lowly bend with contrite souls ; Here his milder grace revealing, Here his wrath no thunder rolls. o 254. Every secret fault confessing, Deed unholy — thought of sin, — Seize, Oh ! seize the proffered blessing, — Grace from God, and peace within. Heart and voice with rapture swelling, Still the song of glory raise ; On the theme immortal, dwelling, Join the universal praise. John Taylor, 1760. Tlie Wisdom and Love of God. 1 God is love ; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens God is wisdom, God is love. 3 Chance and change are busy ever ; Man decays, and ages move ; But his mercy waneth never ; God is wisdom, God is love. 156 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 3 Evm the hour that darkest seemeth, "Will his changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom Ins brightness streameth, God is wisdom, God is love. 4 lie with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above: Every where his glory sbineth; God is wisdom, God is love. John Bowr'ui'j, 1S25. tm'JtJ * Praise from Young and Old. 8s k 73. 1 "Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Lord ! we offer to thy name ; Young and old, thy praise expressing, Join their Saviour to proclaim. 2 As the saints in heaven adore thee, We would bow before thy throne; As thine angels serve before thee, So on earth thy will be done. Edward Osier, 1836. 256 Psalm 150. 7a. 1 Praise the Lord — his power confess; Praise him, in his holiness ; Praise him, as the theme inspires, — Praise him, as his fame requires. 2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound Spread its loudest notes around; Let the harp unite, in praise, "With the sacred minstrel's lays. 3 Let the organ join to bless God, the Lord of righteousness ; Tune your voice to spread the fame Of the great Jehovah's name. 4 All who dwell beneath his light ! In his praise your hearts unite; While the stream of song is poured, Praise and magnify the Lord. William Wraurjhom, 1323. 157 ADORATION. 257 258 Psalm 150. 7m. 1 Praise the Lord, his glories show, Saints, within his courts below! Angels, round his throne above! All that see and share his love ! 2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; Age to age, and shore to shore, Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; Praise his providence and grace — All that he for man hath done, All he sends us through his Son. 4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts ! In the concert bear your parts : All that breathe ! your Lord adore; Praise him, praise him, evermore ! Henry, Francis Lytc, 1834. Glory to God in the highest. 7s, 1 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, — When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, — Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens, new earth, — Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And can man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come ? No! — the church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 158 259. 260 TILE ETEEXAL FATHER. Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. James Montgomery, 1319. " Te Deum laudamus." 7a. 1 God eternal, Lord of all ! Lowly at thy feet we fall ; All the earth doth worship thee; We amidst the throng would be. 2 All the holy angels cry, — " Hail, thrice-holy, God most high ! Lord of all the heavenly powers ! " Be the same loud anthem ours. 3 Glorified apostles raise, Night and day, continual praise ; "With thy prophets* goodly line, We in mystic bond combine. 4 Martyrs, in a noble host, Of thy cross are heard to boast ; Since so bright the crown they wear, Early we thy cross would bear. 5 All thy church, in heaven and earth, Jesus ! hail thy spotless birth ; — Seated on the judgment throne, Number us anions thine own. James E. Millard, 1818. Psalm 148. 7a. 1 Heralds of creation! cry, — "Praise the Lord — the Lord most high!" Heaven and earth ! obey the call, Praise the Lord — the Lord of all. 159 ADORATION. 2 For he spake, and forth from night Sprang the universe to light ; He commanded — nature heard, And stood fast upon his word. 3 Praise him, all ye hosts above, — Spirits perfected in love! Sun and moon ! your voices raise ; Sing, ye stars ! your Maker's praise. 4 High above all height his throne, Excellent his name alone ; Him let all his works confess, Him let every being bless. James Montgomery, 1822. 2G1. PSAL3I 113. 73. 1 Hallelujah! raise, Oh! raise To our God the song of praise ; All his servants ! join to sing God, our Saviour and our King. 2 Blessed be for evermore That dread name which we adore ; Round the world his praise be sung, Through all lands, in every tongue. o O'er all nations God alone, Higher than the heavens his throne; Who is like to God most high, Infinite in majesty? 4 Yet to view the heavens he bends; Yea, to earth he condescends ; Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate. 5 He the broken spirit cheers ; Turns to joy the mourner's tears ; Such the wonders of his ways ! Praise his name, for ever praise. Josiah Conder, 1836. 1G0 THE ETERNAL FATHER. 2G2 The Glory and Goodness of God. 10s k lis. 1 Oh ! worship the King, all-glorious above, Oh ! gratefully sing his power and love, Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 Oh ! tell of his might, Oh ! sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 3 This earth, with its store of wonders untold Almighty! thy power hath founded of old; Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. 4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! 6 O measureless Might ! ineffable Love ! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. Robert Grant, 1830. — v)0. Psalm 146. 10s & lis. 1 On ! sing — " Hallelujah ! praise ye the Lord ! " His praises, my soul! with rapture record; I '11 praise him while living, I '11 praise him in death, His praise shall employ me, when panting for breath. 2 'T is good to rely on Israel's God ; He spreads the wide heavens in splendor abroad ; The earth and the seas are the work of his hand, The word of Jehovah for ever shall stand, n igi ADORATION. Jehovah, most high, for ever shall reign ; O Zion ! thy God shall ever remain ; His praise generations unceasing shall sing; Praise — praise ye Jehovah, your Maker and King. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1837. 2(54. A braham's God. 6 6, 8 4. 1 The God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above; Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love ; Jehovah, great I Am! By earth and heaven confessed; I bow, and bless the sacred name, For ever blessed. 2 The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command, From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand ; I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power ; And him my only portion make, My shield and tower. 3 The God of Abraham praise, Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days, In all his ways ; He calls a worm his friend, He calls himself my God ! And he shall save me to the end, Through Jesus' blood. 4 He by himself hath sworn ; I on his oath depend ; I shall on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend; 162 THE ETERNAL FATHER. I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. Thomas Olivers, 1770. ZOO. The almighty King. ( 1 The God. who reigns on high, The great archangels sing ; And " Holy, holy, holy ! " cry, ;- Almighty King ! "Who wert, and art the same, And evermore shalt be ; Jehovah, Father, great I Am ! We worship thee." 2 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace, For ever new ; He shows his prints of love ; They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the world above, The slaughtered Lamb. 3 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high, "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!" They ever cry ; Hail, Abraham's God and mine ! I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty are thine, And endless praise. Thomas Olivers, 1770. 266. Tsalm ISO. 6s & 4s 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name ; Praise through his courts proclaim, Rise and adore ; 163 267 ADORATION. High o'er the heavens above, Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power. Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise, Wide as his fame ; There let the harp be found; Organs, with solemn sound ! Iloll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. As his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string ; Sweet the accord ! He vital breath bestows ; Let every breath which flows His noblest fame disclose ; Praise ye the Lord. William Goode, 1811. III.— THE SON OF GOD. " Worthy the Lamb." 6s & 4a 1 Glory to God on high! Let praises fill the sky ; Praise ye his name ; Angels ! his name adore, Who all our sorrows bore; And, saints ! cry evermore, — "Worthy the Lamb!" 2 All they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name; We who have felt his blood Sealing our peace with God, Spread his dear fame abroad, — "Worthy the Lamb!" 3 To him our hearts we raise ; None else shall have our praise; Praise ye his name ; 164 THE SON OF GOD. Him, our exalted Lord, By us below adored, We praise with one accord, — •• Worthy the Lamb!" Join, all the human race! Our Lord and God to bless ; Praise ye his name ; In him we will rejoice, Making a cheerful noise, And' say, with heart and voice, — "Worthy the Lamb!" Though we must change our place, Our souls shall never cease Praising his name; To him we '11 tribute bring, Laud him our gracious King, And, without ceasing, sing, — " Worthy the Lamb ! " James Allen, 1761. 208. Praise to Jesus. 1 Come, all ye saints of God ! Publish through earth abroad, Jesus' fame ; Tell what his love has done ; Trust in his name alone ; Shout to his lofty throne, — ■ -Worthy the Lamb!" 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears Dry up your mournful tears ; Join our glad theme ; Beauty for ashes bring, Strike each melodious string, Join heart and voice to sing, — -Worthy the Lamb!" 3 Hark! how the choirs above. Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name ! 105 269 ADORATION. There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned, While all the heavens resound, — "Worthy the Lamb!" James Bodcn, 1S01. Jesus, our King. 6s & 4b. 1 Let us awake our joys ; Strike up with cheerful voice ; Each creature sing ; Angels ! begin the song ; Mortals ! the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, — " Jesus is King." 2 Proclaim abroad his name, Tell of his matchless fame, What wonders done; Shout through hell's dark profound, Let all the earth resound, Till the high heavens rebound, "The victory's won." 3 He vanquished sin and hell, And the last foe will quell ; Mourners! rejoice; His dying love adore ; Praise him, now raised in power ; And triumph evermore, With a glad voice. William Kingsbury, 1806. 270. The Praise of Jems. 6s & 4b Sing, sing his lofty praise, Whom angels cannot raise, But whom they sing; — Jesus, who reigns above, Object of angels' love, — Jesus, whose grace we prove, Jesus, our King ! 1GG THE SON OF GOD. Rich is the grace we sing, Poor is the praise we bring, Not as we ought ; But, when we see his face, In yonder glorious place, Then we shall sing his grace, Sing without fault. Thomas Kelly, 1806. 271. Psalm 150. 7s, 6s & 7* 1 Hallelujah! — praise the Lord; Sing Messiah's glory ; Heaven and earth ! with one accord, Shout the wondrous story; Praise him for his mighty deeds ; Praise ye him, whose grace exceeds All that heaven in songs concedes ; Worlds of bliss ! his praise record. 2 Praise him with the trumpet's tongue, Far and wide resounding ; Praise him with the harp well-strung, While your hearts are bounding ; Praise him with the sweet-toned lyre ; Let his praise the lute inspire ; Praise him in a mighty choir ; — ■ Let his praise be loudly sung. 3 Praise him with the viol's strings, Waking joyous feeling ; While the vault of glory rings With the organ's pealing ; Let the cymbals ring his praise, Wake the clarion's grandest lays, Praise the Lord through endless days: — Him the wide creation sings. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1837. 272 The sweetest Name. 7s, Cs L 7a 1 Burst, ye emerald gates ! and bring To my raptured vision, 167 ADORATION. All th' ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian: Lo ! we lift our longing eyes ; Break, ye intervening skies ! Sun of righteousness ! arise, Ope the gates of paradise. 2 Floods of everlasting light Freshly flash before him ; Myriads, with supreme delight, Instantly adore him ; Angels' trumps resound his fame, Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name, Heaven echoing the same. 3 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies Seem, methinks, to seize us; Join we, too, the holy lays, — " Jesus ! Jesus ! Jesus ! " Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, 273. I " Sweetest carol ever sung " Jesus ! Jesus! Jesus High ascend the mingling throngs, Filled with heavenly fire ; Raise, believers ! raise your songs, Join the sacred choir ; Soon in yonder faith-viewed plain, Ye shall shout in rapturous strain, Free from sin, and free from pain, While eternal ages reign. Richard Kempenfelt, 1777. Praise to the Saviour. 7n & 6a. 1 To thee, my God and Saviour ! My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings ! 168 THE SOX OF GOD. I '11 celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love. Soon as the morn, with roses, Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast ; My voice, in supplication, Well-pleased thou shalt hear: Oh ! grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near. By thee, through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted, Up to their bright abode; There, cast my crown before thee, — Now, all my conflicts o'er, — And day and night adore thee : — What can an angel more ? Thomas Haweis, 1702 274 " Gloria, laus, et honor." 7s & 6s, 1 All glory, laud, and honor To thee, Redeemer, King ! To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas rin^. 2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou, David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and Blessed One. 3 The company of angels Are praising thee on high, And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. 1G9 ADORATION. 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before thee went ; Our praise, and prayer, and anthems, Before thee we present. 5 To thee, before thy passion, They sang their hymns of praise ; To thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. G Thou didst accept their praises, Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King ! 7 With all thy wide creation, We '11 celebrate thy praise ; We '11 sing of thy salvation Through everlasting days. 8 Ye ransomed ! tell the story To all the heavenly host ; To Father, Son, give glory, And to the Holy Ghost. Lat., Theodulph, 821. Tr., John Mason Neale, 1856, a. 275. God, the Son, equal with the Father. L. M. 1 Bright King of glory, dreadful God ! Our spirits bow before thy seat ; To thee we lift an humble thought, And worship at thine awful feet. 2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity ; But who, amongst the sons of light, Pretends comparison with thee ? 3 Yet there is one, of human frame, — Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, — Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. 170 THE SON OF GOD. Their glory shines with equal beams, Their essence is for ever one, Though they are known by different names, The Father God, and God the Son. Then let the name of Christ, our King, "With equal honors be adored ; His praise let every angel sing, And all the nations own their Lord. Isaac Watts, 1707. 276 The Deity and Humanity of Christ. L. M. 1 Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the "Word ; With God he was; the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. 2 By his own power were all things made ; By him supported, all things stand : He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at his command. 3 But lo ! he leaves those heavenly forms ; The Word descends an I dwells in clay, That he may hold converse with worms, Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 4 Mortals with joy behold his face, — Th' eternal Father's only Son ; How full of truth ! how full of grace ! When thro' his eyes the Godhead shone ! 5 Archangels leave their high abode To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel. Isaac Watts. 1707. 277. Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. L. M* 1 What equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb ! When all the notes, that angels sing, Are far inferior to thy name ? 171 ADOKATION. 278 Worthy is he that once was slain, — The Prince of peace, that groaned and died, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign, At his almighty Father's side. Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn ; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men ! Let angels sound his sacred name, And every creature say, — Amen. Isaac Watts, 1707. The Dominion of Christ. L. M. 1 Hail to the Prince of life and peace, Who holds the keys of death and hell! The spacious world unseen is his, And sovereign power becomes him well. 2 In shame and torment once he died ; — But now he lives for evermore : Bow down, ye saints ! around his seat, And, all ye angel bands! adore! 3 S« live for ever, glorious Lord ! To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends; While all thy chosen tribes rejoice, That thy dominion never ends. 4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love ; Worthy to rule o'er mortal life, O'er worlds below, and worlds above. 5 For ever reign, victorious King ! Wide thro' the earth thy name be known ! And call my longing soul to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne. Philip Doddridge, 1740. 172 THE SON OF GOD. JL ( *.' t The Glories of Christ. L. M. 1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet ; See in his face what wonders meet ; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord ; Nature, to make his beauties known, Must mingle colors not her own. 3 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Xor heaven, his full resemblance bears ; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face. 4 Oh ! let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise ; There he displays his powers abroad, And shines, and reigns, th' incarnate God. Isaac Watts, 1709. 280 "Exndtet Cor Prcecordiis."' L. M. 1 Lf.t every heart exulting beat With joy, at Jesus' name of bliss : With every pure delight replete, And passing sweet, its music is. 2 Jesus the comfortless consoles ; Jesus each sinful fever quells ; Jesus the power of hell controls ; Jesus each deadly foe repels. o Oh ! speak his glorious name abroad ! Jesus let every tongue confess ! Let every heart and voice accord The Healer of our souls to bless. 4 Jesus, the sinner's Friend ! abide With us, and hearken to our prayer ; Thy frail and erring wanderers guide, In mercy our transgressions spare. 173 ADORATION. 5 All might, all glory be to thee, Refulgent with this name divine ! All honor, worship, majesty, Jesus ! for evermore be thine. Tr.,John D. Cliambers, 1857, a. 281 Christ, the supreme God and King. L. M. 1 Around the Saviour's lofty throne, Ten thousand times ten thousand sing ; They worship him as God alone, And crown him — everlasting King. 2 Approach, ye saints ! this God is yours ; 'T is Jesus, fills the throne above : Ye cannot fail, while God endures ; Ye cannot want, while God is love. 3 Jesus, thou everlasting King ! To thee the praise of heaven belongs ; Yet smile on us, who fain would bring The tribute of our humbler songs. 4 Though sin defile our worship here, We hope ere long thy face to view, In heaven with angels to appear, And praise thy name as angels do. Thomas Kelly, 1804, a. 282. ''Rex Christe, Factor omnium." L. M. 1 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! Saviour of all who trust thy word ! To them who seek thee ever near, Now to our praises bend thine ear. 2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, — It flows from every streaming wound, — Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 3 Thou didst create the stars of night ; Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light, Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear. 174 283 284 THE SON OF GOD. When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee ; When thou didst there yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror ! never more to die, Us by thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end. Lat., Gregory I., 600. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858. Universal Praise to Christ. L. M. 1 O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee, Clothed with all majesty divine, Eternal power and glory be ! Eternal praise, of right, is thine. 2 Reign, Prince of life ! that once thy brow Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn; Reign, throned beside the Father now, Adored the Son of God first-born. 3 From angel hosts that round thee stand, With forms more pure than spotless snow, From the bright burning seraph band, Let praise in loftiest numbers flow. 4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, Born of deep fervent love, shall rise ; All honor to thy name belongs, Our lips would sound it to the skies. 5 " Jesus ! " — all earth shall speak the word ; " Jesus ! " — all heaven resound it still; Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord! Thy praise the universe shall fill. Ray Palmer, 1867. Jesus adored. L. M. 1 Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All ! Hear me, blest Saviour ! when I call ; 175 285 ADORATION. Hear me, and, from thy dwelling place, Pour down the riches of thy grace : Jesus, my Lord ! I thee adore ; Oh ! make me love thee more and more. Jesus! too late I thee have sought; How can I love thee as I ought ? And how extol thy matchless fame, The glorious beauty of thy name ? Jesus, my Lord! I thee adore; Oh ! make me love thee more and more. Jesus ! what didst thou find in me, That thou hast dealt so lovingly? How great the joy that thou hast brought, So far exceeding hope or thought ! Jesus ! my love ! I thee adore ; Oh ! make me love thee more and more Jesus ! of thee shall be my song; To thee my heart and soul belong ; All that I have or am is thine, And thou, blest Saviour ! thou art mine : Jesus, my Lord ! I thee adore : Oh ! make me love thee more and more. Henry Collins, 1S52. Glory and Grace in Christ. L. M. 1 Now to the Lord, a noble song ! Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue! Hosanna to tlr* eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, — The brightest image of his grace ! God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God ; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 176 286 THE SON OP GOD. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labor of thy hands ; The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace ! — 't is a sweet, a charming theme ; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name : Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound ; Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground. 6 Oh ! may I live to reach the place, Where he unveils' his lovely face, Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold. Isaac Watts, 1707. 287 Worthy the Lamb. L. M. 1 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, — In earth, or heaven, the Lord of all ! Ye princes ! rulers ! powers ! obey, And low before his footstool fall. 2 Higher — still higher, swell the strain ; Creation's voice the note prolong ! The Lamb shall ever, ever reign: — Let hallelujahs crown the song. Walter Shirley, 1774. A new Song to the Lamb. 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst his Father's throne ! Prepare new honors for his name, And songs, before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 12 177 288. 289 ADORATION. Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid ! Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever, on thy head ! Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. Isaqc Watts, 1696. The infinite Worth of Christ. C. M. 1 * Infinite excellence is thine, Thou lovely Prince of grace ! Thine uncreated beauties shine "With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end. Come bending at thy feet ; To thee their prayers and vows ascend, In thee their wishes meet. 3 Millions of happy spirits live On thine exhaustless store ; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more. 4 Thou art their triumph and their joy ; They find their all in thee : Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity. John Fawcett, 1782. The Glory of Christ in Heaven. C. M. 1 On ! the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace ! 2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow ; And all the glorious ranks above, At humble distance bow. 178 THE SON OF GOD. 3 Archangels sound his lofty praise, Through every heavenly street ; And lay their highest honors down, Submissive, at his feet. 4 This is the man, th' exalted man, Whom we, unseen, adore ; But, when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more. 5 Lord ! how our souls are all on fire, To see thy blest abode ; Our tongues rejoice, in tunes of praise To our incarnate God. Isaac Watts, 1707. 290 The King of Sa in ts. CM, 1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known ! The sovereign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all-divine! And tell the wondering nations round, How bright these glories shine. 3 Infinite power, and boundless grace, In him unite their rays ; You, that have e'er beheld his face ! Can you forbear his praise ? 4 "When, in his earthly courts, we view The glories of our King, We long to love as angels do. And wish like them to sing. 5 And shall we long and wish in vain ? Lord ! teach our songs to l i Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies. AnruStf.U, 17C0. 170 291 ADOKATION. Christ worshiped by all the Creation. C. M. 1 Come, 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 lips reply, " For he was slain for us ! " 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord! for ever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him, that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1707. 292 l Praise to Christ. C. M. 1 Come, let us all unite to praise The Saviour of mankind ; Our thankful hearts in solemn lays Be with our voices joined. 2 O Lord ! we cannot silent be ; By love we are constrained To offer our best thanks to thee, Our Saviour, and our Friend. 3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, And spread abroad thy fame ; Let every heart with praise o'erflow, And bless thy sacred name. 180 29° THE SON OF GOD. Worship and honor, thanks and love, Be to our Jesus given, By men below, by hosts above, By all in earth and heaven. Martin Madan [?], 1760. *-'• Redemption by Price and Power. C. M. 1 Jesus J with all thy saints above, My tongue would bear her part, Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart. 2 Blessed be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood, And quenched his Father's flaming sword In his own vital flood : — 3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains, And sent the Hon down to howl, Where hell and horror reigns. 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never-ceasing praise, WTiile angels live to know his name, Or saints to feel his grace ! Isaac Watts, 1707. 294 Hosanna. C. M. 1 Hosanna ! raise the pealing hymn To David's Son and Lord ; With cherubim and seraphim, Exalt th' incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest ! How vast thy gifts, how free ! Thy blood, our life; thy word, our feast; Thy name, our only plea. 3 Hosanna ! Master ! lo ! we bring Our offerings to thy throne ; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own. 181 295. ADORATION. Hosanna ! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng ; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. O Saviour ! if redeemed by thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We'll sing to harps of gold. William H. Havergal, 1833. " The Lord is King." C. M. Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord ! Let powers immortal sing ; Adore the co-eternal Word ; Rejoice, — The Lord is King ! To thee all angels cry aloud, Thy name hosannas ring ; Around thy throne their myriads crowd, And shout, — The Lord is King ! Hail him, they cry, ye sons of light ! Of joy th' eternal Spring ; Praise him, who formed you by his might ; Rejoice, — The Lord is King ! Hail him, ye saints ! whose love for you Has drawn the monster's sting; Oh ! render to the Lord his due ; Rejoice, — The Lord is King ! Let worlds above and worlds below, In songs united sing ; And, while eternal ages flow, Rejoice, — The Lord is King ! Edward Pcrronet, 1785, a. 296 The Love of Christ celebrated. C. M. 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the sacred song ! Oh ! may his love — immortal flame — Tune every heart and tongue. 182 THE SON OF GOD. 297 298 2 His love what mortal thought can reach ? What mortal tongue display ? Imagination's utmost stretch, In wonder, dies away. 3 Dear Lord ! while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, — " The Saviour died for me ! " 4 Oh ! may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song. Anne Steele, 1760. • Psalm: 45. C. M. 1 I 'll speak the honors of my King, — His form divinely fair ; Xone of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed ; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned thy sacred head. 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince ! Ride with majestic sway ; Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. i Thy throne, 0 God ! for ever stands ; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Isaac Watts, 1719. Jesus is God. C. M. 1 Jesus is God ! the glorious bands Of holy angels sing Songs of adoring praise to him, Their Maker and their King. 183 299. ADORATION. He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, On Calvary's cross, true God ; He who, in heaven, eternal reigned, In time, on earth abode. Jesus is God ! there never was A time, when he was not ; Boundless, eternal, merciful, The Word the Sire begot ; Backward our thoughts thro' ages stretch, Onward through endless bliss, — For there are two eternities, And both alike are his. Jesus is God ! Oh ! could I now But compass land and sea, To teach and tell this single truth, How happy should I be ! Oh ! had I but an angel's voice, I would proclaim so loud, Jesus, the Good, the Beautiful, Is everlasting God. Frederick Wm. Faber, 1862. Worship paid to Christ. S. M, Proclaim the lofty praise Of him who once was slain, But now is risen, through endless days, In bliss, to live and reign : He lives and reigns on high, Who bought us with his blood, Enthroned above the farthest sky, Our Saviour, Lord, and God. The Son of God adore ; Ye ransomed ! spread his fame ; With joy and gladness, evermore Extol his glorious name : Let every tongue confess That Jesus Christ is Lord, 184 Q 00. THE SON OF GOD. And every creature join to bless The great incarnate Word. All honor, power, and praise, To Jesus' name belong; With hosts seraphic, glad, we raise The joy-inspiring song : — " Worthy the Lamb," they cry, u That on the cross was slain, But now, ascended up on high, Lives evermore to reign." He lives to bless and save The souls redeemed by grace. And rescue from the dreary grave His chosen ransomed race ; And soon we hope, above, A louder strain to sing, With all our powers to praise and love Our Saviour, God, and King. Anon., 1829, a. Persevering Grace. S. M. 1 To God, the only-wise, Our Saviour and our King. Let all the saints, below the skies, Their humble praises bring. 2 'T is his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls. Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face. With joys divinely great. 4 To our Redeemer God, Wisdom, with power, belongs ; Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting soncrs. Isaac Watts, 1707. 185 ADORATION. 301. The incarnate Deity. 7s. 1 Praise to God who reigns above, Binding earth and heaven in love ; All the armies of the sky Worship his dread sovereignty. 2 Seraphim his praises sing, Cherubim on fourfold wing, Thrones, dominions, princes, powers, Ranks of might that never cowers. 3 Angel hosts his word fulfill, Ruling nature by his will ; Round his throne archangels pour Songs of praise for evermore. i Yet on man they joy to wait, All that bright celestial state, For true man their Lord they see, Christ, th' incarnate Deity. 5 On the throne our Lord, who died, Sits in manhood glorified ; Where his people faint below, Angels count it joy to go. 3 Oh ! the depths of joy divine, Thrilling through those orders nine, When the lost are found again, When the banished come to reign ! J Now in faith, in hope, in love, •We will join the choirs above, Praising, with the heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Richard M. Benson, 18G1. 302. Iniinanucl. 7a. 1 God with us ! O glorious name ! Let it shine in endless fame ; God and man in Christ unite ; O mysterious depth and height ! 1S6 TIIE SON OF GOD. 2 God with us! amazing love Brought him from his courts above ; Now, ye saints ! his grace admire, Swell the song with holy fire. 3 God with us ! but tainted not With our father Adam's blot ; Yet did he our sins sustain, Bear the guilt, the curse, the pain. 4 God with us ! 0 wondrous grace ! Let us see him face to face ; That we may Immanuel sing, As we ought, our God and King. Miss S. S-n, 1770, a. ♦J>A4> OXJO, The Reign of Christ. 7& 1 Hark the loud triumphant strains ! God, the King of glory, reigns ; Jesus reigns, enthroned above, Jesus reigns, the God of love. 2 Hail ! immortal King of heaven ! Lamb of God, for sinners given ! Endless glory is thine own ; Thou art worthy — thou alone. 3 All creation owns thy sway ; Hail the blessed happy day ! Thee we worship, as we sing — Jesu3 ! hail ! eternal King ! Thomas Kelly, 1809, a. 'J v/ "I • Christ, the Creator and the Redeemer. 8a & 7a 1 MiGnTY God ! while angels bless thee, May an infant lisp thy name ? Lord of men, as well as angels ! Thou art every creature's theme. 2 Lord of every land and nation ! Ancient of eternal days ! Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just and lawful praise. 187 305 306 ADORATION. For the grandeur of thy nature, — Grand, beyond a seraph's thought ; — For created works of power, Works with skill and kindness wrought; For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, "Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; — Blessed be thy gentle reign. But thy rich, thy free redemption, Dark through brightness all along ! — Thought is poor, and poor expression ; Who dare sing that awful song? Robert Robinson, 1774. Christ adored. 8s & 7s. 1 Brightness of the Father's glory i Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die : — 2 Did archangels sing thy coming ? Did the shepherds learn their lays ? — Shame would cover me ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise ! 3 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe, Came to ransom guilty captives ! — Flow, my praise ! for ever flow : 4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; Thence return, and reign for ever ; — Be the kingdom all thine own ! Robert Robinson, 1774. Glory to the Lamb. 8s & 74 1 Hark the notes of angels, singing, " Glory, glory to the Lamb ! " All in heaven their tribute bringing, Raising high- the Saviour's name. 188 307 THE SON OF GOD. Ye, for whom his life was given ! Sacred themes to you belong ; Come, assist the choir of heaven ; Join the everlasting sono;. See th' angelic hosts have crowned him, Jesus fills the throne on high : Countless myriads, hovering round him, "With his praises rend the sky. Filled with holy emulation, Let us vie with those above ; Sweet the theme — a free salvation ! Fruit of everlasting love. Endless life in him possessing, Let us praise his precious name, Glory, honor, power, and blessing, Be for ever to the Lamb ! Thomas Kelly, 1804. Christ, tlu Lamb, enthroned and worshiped. 8s & 7a. 1 Hark ! — ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above, Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; — Jesus reigns, the God of love : See ! he sits on yonder throne ; Jesus rules the world alone. 2 Jesus! hail! whose glory brightens All above, and gives it worth ; Lord of life ! thy smile enlightens, Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth ; When we think of love like thine, Lord! we own it love divine. 3 King of glory ! reign for ever ! Thine an everlasting crown ; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. 189 308 o ADORATION. Saviour! hasten thine appearing; Bring — Oh ! bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away ; — Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing, — " Glory, glory to our King." Thomas Kelly, 1804. 01). Psalm 118. 1 Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. Hail ! ye saints ! who know his favor, Who within his gates are found, — There, on high exalt the Saviour, Let his courts with praise resound. 2 Jesus ! thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own ; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne ; Now, ye saints ! his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore ; For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. William Goode, 1811. Jesus worshiped. 8s & 7a. Jesus ! hail ! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide ! All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side : There for sinners thou art pleading, There thou dost our place prepare, Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. Worship, honor, power and blessing Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give : 190 •> 10. 311 THE SON OF GOD. When we join th' angelic spirits, In their sweetest, noblest lays, We will sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise. John BakeweU, 1760, a. Praise to the Redeemer. 8s, 7s k 4. Come, ye saints! and raise an anthem, Cleave the skies with shouts of praise ; Sing to him who found a ransom, — Ancient of eternal days, — In your nature, Born to suffer in your place. Ere he raised the lofty mountains. Formed the seas, or built the sky. Love, eternal, free, and boundless, Moved the Lord of life to die — Die for traitors Justly doomed to endless pains. High on yon celestial mountains, Stands his gem-built throne, all-bright, Midst incessant acclamations, Bursting from the sons of light : Zion's praises Are his chosen dwelling-place. Bring your harps, and bring your odors. Sweep the string, and pour the lay, View his works, behold his wonders, Let hosannas crown the day ! He is worthy Of eternal, boundless praise. Job Hupton, 1806. The King of Glory. 8s, 7a k 4. 1 Glory be to God. the Father ! Glory be to God. the Son ! Glory be to God, the Spirit S — Great Jehovah, three in one ! 191 ADORATION. 312 Glory, glory, While eternal ages run ! vov 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 ! 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 ! Glory, blessing, praise eternal ! Thus the choir of angels sings ; Honor, riches, power, dominion ! Thus its praise creation brings : Glory, glory, Glory to the King of kings ! Eoratius Bonar, 1868. IV.— THE HOLY SPIRIT. The Holy Spirit addressed. L. M. 1 Eternal Spirit, Source of light ! Enlivening, consecrating Fire ! Descend, and, with celestial heat, Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; Our souls refine, our dross consume ; Come, condescending Spirit ! come. 2 In our cold breast. Oh ! strike a spark Of the pure flame which seraphs feel ; Nor let us wander in the dark, Or lie benumbed and stupid still ; Come vivifying, Spirit ! come, And make our hearts thy constant home. 192 THE HOLY SriRIT. 3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, We would not quench the heavenly fire ; Our hearts as mel we prepare, Though in the flame we should expire ; Our breasts expand to make thee room ; Come, purifying Spirit ! come. 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise ; Let every pious passion glow : Oh ! let the raptures of the skies Kindle in our cold hearts below ! Come, condescending Spirit ! come, And make our souls thy constant home. Samuel Davies, 1763. ID " Veni, Creator Spiritusl" L. M. 1 Creator Spirit ! by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind, Come, pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free. And make thy temples worthy thee. 2 O source of uncreated light ! The Father's promised Paraclete ! Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire ! Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing. 3 Refine and purge our earthly parts ; But, Oh ! inflame and fire our hearts ; Make us eternal truths receive, And practice all that we believe ; Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son, by thee. 4 Immortal honors, endless fame, Attend th' almighty Father's name! The Saviour Son, be glorified, Who for lost man's redemption died ! 13 193 ADORATION. 314 315. And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete ! to thee ! Lat., Eabanus Maurus, 840. Tr., John Dryden, 1690. The Guidance of the Spirit. L. M. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! My sinful maladies remove ; Be thou my Light, be thou my Guide, O'er every thought and step preside. 2 The light of truth to me display, That I may know and choose my way ; Plant holy fear within my heart, That I from God may ne'er depart. 3 Conduct me safe, conduct me far, From every sin and hurtful snare ; Lead me to God, my final rest, In his enjoyment to be blest. 4 Lead me to Christ, the living way, Nor let me from his pastures stray ; Lead me to heaven, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is. 5 Lead me to holiness, the road That I must take to dwell with God ; Lead to thy word, that rules must give, And sure directions how to live. Simon Browne, 1720. " Veni, Creator Spiritus!" L. M. 1 Come, O Creator Spirit blest ! And in our souls take up thy rest ; Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Great Comforter ! to thee we cry ; O highest Gift of God most high ! O Fount of life ! O Fire of love ! And sweet Anointing from above ! 194 °16. THE HOLT SPIEIT. Kindle our senses from above. And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; With patience lirm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. Tar from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. Lat., Rabanus Ufa writs, 840. Tr., Edward CasadO, 1843. O 10 • The Descent of the H^'j Spirit. L. M. 1 Spirit of power, and truth, and love, Who sittest enthroned in light above ! Descend, and bear us on thy wing-. Far from these low and fleeting things. 2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal; 'T is thine to make the hardened feel ; Thine to give light to blinded eyes, And bid the groveling spirit rise. 3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, When grief or doubt our soul assails, Who can. like thee, our spirits cheer? Great Comforter! be ever near. 4 Come. Holy Spirit ! like the fire ; With burning zeal our souls in-pire ; Come, like the south wind, breathing balm, Our joys refresh, our passions calm. 5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam ; Come, like the cooling, cleansing stream; With all thy graces present be : — Spirit of God ! we wait for thee. IV *. LindMy Alexander, 13C7. The Operation* of the Ho1 eed his word! Our thanks we give to thee ; Thine let the glory be, — Glory to God ! Thine was the mighty plan, From thee the work began, Away with praise of man, — Glory to God! Lo ! what embattled foes, Stern in their hate, oppose God's holy word ! One for his truth we stand, Strong in his own right hand, Firm as a martyr-band : God shield his word 1 Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force : God bless his word ! His word ere long shall run Free as the noonday sun; His purpose must be done : God bless his word ! Hugh Stowcll, 1852, a. 214 TIIE nOLT SCRIPTURES. 349 Psalm 19. S. 51 1 Behold ! the lofty sky Declares its maker, God; And all his starry worlds, on high, Proclaim his power abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same ; While night to day, and day to night, Divinely teach his name. 3 In every different land, Their general voice is known ; They show the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Christian lands ! rejoice ; Here he reveals Ins word ; We are not left to nature's voice, To bid us know the Lord. 5 His laws are just and pure. His truth without deceit ; His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. 6 "While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King ! In my Redeemer's name. Isaac Watts, 1710. 350 PSALM 19. S. M. 1 Behold ! the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But, where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light ; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 215 351. 352 REVELATION. How perfect is thy word ! And all thy judgments just ; For ever sure thy promise, Lord ! And men securely trust. My gracious God ! how plain Are thy directions given ! Oh ! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. While, with my heart and tongue, I spread thy praise abroad ; Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God ! Isaac Watts, 1719. The Superiority of the Scriptures. S. M. 1 O Loud ! thy perfect word Directs our steps aright ; Nor can all other books afford Such profit or delight. 2 Celestial beams it sheds, To cheer this vale below ; To distant lands its glory spreads, And streams of mercy flow. 3 True wisdom it imparts ; Commands our hope and fear ; Oh ! may we hide it in our hearts, And feel its influence there. Benjamin Beddome, 17C0. T.SALM 19. L. P. M. 1 I Love the volumes of thy word ; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distressed ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 21G THE nOLT SCRIPTURES. From the discoveries of thy law, The perfect rules of life I draw ; These are my study and delight : Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold, that hath the furnace past, Appears so pleasing to the sight. Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies ; But 't is thy blessed gospel, Lord ! That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? My God ! forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain : Accept my -poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. Isaac Watts, 1719. 353 Tlie written Word. L. M. 1 Inspiker of the ancient seers ! — "Who wrote from thee the sacred page, The same through all succeeding years, To us, in our degenerate age, The Spirit of thy word impart, And breathe the life into our heart. 2 While now thine oracles we read, With earnest prayer and strong desire, Oh ! let thy Spirit forth proceed, Our souls t' awaken and inspire ; Our weakness help, our darkness chase, And guide us by the light of grace. Charles Wesley, 1762. 35 1. The Worth of the Scriptures. L. M. 1 Joix, all ye servants of the Lord ! To praise him for his sacred word, — 217 REVELATION. That word, like manna, sent from heaven, To all who seek it freely given ; Its promises our fears remove, And fill our hearts with joy and love. It tells us, though oppressed with cares, The God of mercy hears our prayers ; Tho' steep and rough th' appointed way, His mighty arm shall be our stay ; Though deadly foes assail our peace, His power shall bid their malice cease. It tells who first inspired our breath, Whose blood redeemed our souls from death It tells of grace, — grace freely given, — And shows the path to God and heaven : Oh ! bless we, then, our gracious Lord, For all the treasures of his word. Harriet Auber, 1829. 355. The Bible, our Light. C. M. 1 How precious is the book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. 2 Its light, descending from above, Our gloomy world to cheer, Displays a Saviour's boundless love, And brings his glories near. 3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 4 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. John Fawcett, 1782. 218 THE HOLY SCEIPTUKES. 350. The Precimimess of the Holy Scriptures. C. M. 1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord ! And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage ; Here, I behold my Saviour's face, Almost in every page. 3 Here, consecrated water flows, To quench my thirst of sin ; Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows ; Nor danger dwells therein. 4 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 5 Oh ! may thy counsels, mighty God ! My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to thy right hand. Isaac Watts, 1709. o-r 57 The Light and Glory of the Word. C. M. 1 Tiie Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight ; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age ; — It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand, that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; IT is truths upon the nations rise, — They rise, but never set. 219 358. BEVELATION. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 5 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above. William Coivpcr, 1772. The Excellency of the Holy Scriptures. C. M. 1 Fatiier of mercies ! in thy word, What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name adored, For these celestial lines. 2 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast ; Sublimer swee!s than nature knows Invite the lon^in^ taste. 3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 4 Oh ! may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. 5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord ! Be thou for ever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. Anne Steele, 1760. 359 Psalm 119. C. M. 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book ; Great God ! if once compared with thine, How mean their writings look ! 220 THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could show one sin forgiven, Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I 've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below ; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no further go ! 4 Yet men would fain be just with God, By works their hands have wrought ; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought. 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. C Our faith, and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word ; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Isaac Watts, 1719. 360 PSAL3J 80. C. M 1 Blessed are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound ; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name ; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives ; Israel ! thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. Isaac Watts, 1713. 221 REVELATION. OU 1 • Psalm 119. C. M. 1 On ! how I love thy holy law ! 'T is daily uiy delight ; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word ; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gosjDel, Lord ! 3 How doth thy word my heart engage ! How well employ my tongue ! And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heavenly song. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home ? 'T is my perpetual feast ; Not honey, dropping from the comb, So much allures the taste. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind ; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well-refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope ; And there I write thy praise. Isaac Watts, 1719. 362 Psalm 119. C. M. 1 Loud ! I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I '11 read the hist'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 222 363. 364. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise ; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have, — It makes our sorrows blest ; Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Isaac Watts, 1719. TJie PihjriuCs Guide. C M. 1 Bright was the guiding star, that led, "With mild benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed, "Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But, lo ! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode ; It shines through sin and sorrow's night, To guide us to our God. 3 Oh ! haste to follow where it leads, The gracious call obey ; Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way, 4 Oh! gladly tread the narrow path, "While light and grace are given ; "Who meekly follow Christ on earth, Shall reign with him in heaven. Harriet Aubcr, 1829. The Faithfulness of God. C. M. 1 Begix, my tongue! some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing, — The mighty works, or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 223 EEVELATION. 361 362. Psalm 119. C. M. 1 Oh ! how I love thy holy law ! 'T is daily my delight ; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word ; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord ! o How doth thy word my heart engage ! How well employ my tongue ! And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heavenly song. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home ? 'T is my perpetual feast ; Not honey, dropping from the comb, So much allures the taste. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind ; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well-refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold. G When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope ; And there I write thy praise. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psalm 119. C. N. 1 Lotcd ! I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I '11 read the hist'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 222 3G3. Q 61 TILE HOLY SCULPTURES. 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise ; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have, — It makes our sorrows blest ; Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Isaac Watts, 1719. Tlie PUffri C M. 1 Bright was the guiding star, that led, With mild benignant ray. The Gentiles to the lowly shed, Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But. lo ! a brighter, clearer light Xow points to his abode ; It shines through sin and sorrow's nisdit, To guide us to our God. 3 Oh ! haste to follow where it leads, The gracious call obey ; Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way, 4 Oh ! gladly tread the narrow path, "While liriht and urace are given ; o c o ' Who meekly follow Christ on earth, Shall reign with him in heaven. Harriet Aubcr, 1823. The Faithfulness of God. C. M. Begix, my tongue! some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing, — The mighty works, or mightier name Of our eternal King. Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 223 365 REVELATION. 3 Proclaim — " Salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men ! " His hand has writ the sacred word, With an immortal pen. 4 Engraved as in eternal brass, The mighty promise shines, Nor can the powers of darkness raze, Those everlasting lines. 5 His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies : The voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises. G Oh ! might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, — " Thou art mine 1 " Those gentle words should raise my song, To notes almost divine. Isaac Watts, 1707. Psalm 119. C. M. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin ? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad; The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'T is like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day ; And, through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; I hate the sinner's road ; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God ! 224 366. THE HOLT SCRIPTUBES. Thy word is everlasting truth ; How pure is every page ! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. Isaac Watts, 1719. Revelation welcomed. O. M. 1 Hail, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night ; Diffusing, o'er the mental world, The healing beams of light! 2 Jesus ! thy word, with friendly aid, Restores our wandering feet ; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet. 3 Oh ! send thy light and truth abroad, In all their radiant blaze ; And bid th' admiring world adore The glories of thy grace. John Buttress, 1820. 367 A Saviour seen in the Scriptures. L. M. 1 Now let my soul, eternal King ! To thee its grateful tribute bring ; My knee, with humble homage, bow, My tongue perform its solemn vow. 2 All nature sings thy boundless love, In worlds below, and worlds above ; But, in thy blessed word, I trace Diviner wonders of thy grace. 3 There, what delightful truths I read ! There, I behold the Saviour bleed : His name salutes my listening ear, Revives my heart, and checks my fear. 4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease, And gives my lab'ring conscience peace ; Raises my grateful passions high, And points to mansions in the sky. 15 225 368 369 KEVELATION. For love like this, Oh ! let my song, Through endless years, thy praise prolong; Let distant climes thy name adore, Till time and nature are no more. Ottiwell Heginbotham, 1768. Psaxm 19. L. M. 1 TriE heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! In every star thy wisdom shines ; But, when our eyes behold thy word, . We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise, Round the whole earth, and never stand; So, when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blessed, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of righteousness ! arise ; Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renewed, and sins forgiven : Lord ! cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. Isaac Watts, 1719. Prophecy and Inspiration. L. M. 1 'T was by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word ; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 226 THE HOLT SCRIPTURES. 2 Great God ! mine eves with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book ; There my Redeemer's face I see, And read his name who died for me. 3 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanish in the wind ; Here I can fix my hope secure ; This is thy word, and must endure. Isaac Watts, 1709. 370. Psalm 19. 1 J*. 1 The starry firmament on high, And all the glories of the sky, Yet shine not to thy praise, O Lord ! So brightly as thy written word. 2 The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine, and precepts wise, In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to thee. 3 "When, taught by painful proof to know That all is vanity below, The sinner roams from comfort far, And looks in vain for sun or star ; — 4 Soft gleaming then those lights divine Through all the cheerless darkness shine, And sweetly to the ravished eye Disclose the Day-spring from on high. 5 Almighty Lord ! the sun shall fail, The moon forget her nightly tale, And deepest silence hush on high The radiant chorus of the sky ; — G But, fixed for everlasting years, Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, "When heaven and earth have passed away. Robert Grant, 1S15. 227 BEVELATION. O • J. • The Law and Gospel contrasted. L. M. 1 The law commands and makes us know What duties to our God we owe ; But 't is the gospel must reveal Where lies our strength to do his will. 2 The law discovers guilt and sin, And shows how vile our hearts have been ; Only the gospel can express Forgiving love and cleansing grace. 3 My soul ! no more attempt to draw Thy life and comfort from the law ; Fly to the hope the gospel gives : The man, that trusts the promise, lives. Isaac Watts, 1769. 372 The Book of God. L. M. 1 I love the sacred book of God ; No other can its place supply ; It points me to the saints' abode ; It gives me wings, and bids me fly. 2 Sweet book ! in thee mine eyes discern The image of my absent Lord ; From thine illlumined page I learn The joys his presence will afford. 3 In thee I " read my title clear To mansions " that will ne'er decay ; — ■ My Lord ! — Oh ! when will he appear, And bear his pris'ner far away ? 4 But while I 'm here, thou shalt supply His place, and tell me of his love ; I '11 read witli faith's discerning eye, And get a taste of joys above. 5 I know his Spirit breathes in thee, To animate his people here ; May thy sweet truths prove life to me, Till in his presence I appear. Thomas Kelly, 1812. 228 373, 374. THE HOLY SCEIPTURES. The Excellency of the Scriptures. L. M. Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord ! Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in thy word. In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon ; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. How well thy blessed truths agree ! How wise and holy thy commands ! Thy promises — how firm they be ! How firm our hope and comfort stand ! Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith, with treacherous art, I 'd. call them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart. Isaac Watts, 1709. TJie Glory of the Scriptures. L. M. 1 God, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known ; ' T is here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here, sinners of an humble frame May taste his grace and learn his name ; ' T is writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good. 3 Here, Jesus in ten thousand ways His soul-attracting charms displays, Recounts his poverty and pains, And tells his love in melting strains. 4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, renew our hearts ; Its influence makes the sinner live, And bids the drooping saint revive. 229 KEVELATION. 5 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls ; It brings a better world in view, And guides us all our journey through. 6 May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my thoughts engage, And be my chosen heritage. Benjamin Beddome, 1787. O ( Ot The Power of divine Truth. L. M. 1 This is the word of truth and love, Sent to the nations from above ; Jehovah here resolves to show What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind ; — This sovereign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruined creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive, — Sinners obey the voice, and live ; Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh, And hearts of stone are turned to flesh. 4 May but this grace my soul renew, Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ; The word that saves me does engage A sure defence from all their rage. Isaac Watts, 1709. 376 IV.-SALVATION. I.— THE NEED OF SALVATION. Man condemned before God. S. M. 1 An ! how shall fallen man Be just before his God ? If he contend in righteousness, We sink beneath his rod. 230 THE NEED OF SALVATION. 2 If he our ways should mark, With strict inquiring eyes, Could we, for one of thousand faults, A just excuse devise ? 3 All-seeing, powerful God ! Who can with thee contend ? Or who, that tries th' unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end ? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake ; The trembling earth deserts her place, Her rooted pillars shake. 5 Ah ! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God ! None — none can meet him, and escape. But through the Saviour's blood. Cento, from Isaac Watts, 1707. 377 An evil Heart. S. M. 1 Astonished and distressed, I turn mine eyes within ; My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, The source of every sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there ! Envy and pride, deceit and guile, Distrust and slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints ! These tyrant lusts subdue ; Drive the old serpent from his seat, And all my powers renew. 4 This done, — my cheerful voice Shall loud hosannas raise ; My heart shall glow with gratitude, My lips be filled with praise. Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 231 SALVATION. • *J * O » Ingratitude to Divine Goodness. S. M. 1 Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, — Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow ? 2 To what a stubborn frame, Has sin reduced our mind ! What strange, rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind ! 3 On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays ; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 Turn, turn us, mighty God ! And mould our souls afresh ; Break, sovereign grace ! these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 5 Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes ; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. Isaac Watts, 1707- 379 Psalm 51. L. M. 1 Loud ! I am vile, conceived in sin, And born unholy and unclean ; Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death ; The law demands a perfect heart ; But we 're defiled in every part. 3 Great God ! create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true ; Oh ! make me wise, betimes to see My danger and my remedy. 232 THE NEED OF SALVATION. 4 Behold ! I fall before thy face ; My only refuge is thy grace ; No outward forms can make me clean ; The leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus ! my God ! thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone ; Thy blood can make me white as snow ; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. Isaac Watts, 1719. 380. 381 Tlie first and second Adam. L. M. 1 Deep in the dust before thy throne, Our guilt and our disgrace we own ; Great God! we own th' unhappy name, Whence sprung our nature and our shame. 2 But, whilst our spirits, filled with awe, Behold the terrors of thy law, We sing the honors of thy grace, That sent to save our ruined race. 3 We sing thine everlasting Son, Who joined our nature to his own ; Adam, the second, from the dust, Raises the ruins of the first. 4 Where sin did reign, and death abound, There have the sons of Adam found Abounding life ; there glorious grace Reigns through the Lord, our Righteousness. Isaac Watts, 1709. The Gospel, the Power of God. L. M. 1 What shall the dying sinner do, That seeks relief for all his woe ? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind ? 233 SALVATION. 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven ? Can souls, all o'er defiled with sin, Make their own powers and passions clean ? 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh ; 'T is there such power and glory dwell, As save rebellious souls from hell. 4 This is the pillar of our hope, That bears our fainting spirits up ; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord. Isaac Watts, 1707. 382 Psalm 51. L. M. 1 Show pity, Lord ! O Lord ! forgive, Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace ; Great God ! thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 Oh ! wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. i My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord ! should thy judgments grow severe, ' I am condemned, but thou art clear. ) Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death ; And, if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord ! Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, 234 THE NEED OF SALVATION. 383. 384. Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Isaac Watts, 1719. Psami 130. L. M. 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God ! I raised my cries : If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there ; That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul .before thy gate ; When will my God his face display ? 1 My trust is fixed upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ; Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son ; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Isaac Watts, 1719. Acceptance through Clirist alone. L. M, 1 How shall the sons of men appear, Great God ! before thine awful bar ? How may the guilty hope to find Acceptance with th' eternal Mind ? 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries, Not the most costly sacrifice, Not infant blood, profusely spilt, Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 3 Thy blood, dear Jesus ! thine alone, Hath sovereign virtue to atone ; 235 SALVATION. 385. 386. Here we will rest our only plea, "When we approach, great God ! to thee Samuel Stcnnett, 1787. Pardon and Sanctification in Christ. C. M. 1 How sad our state by nature is ! Our sin — how deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive minds, Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace, Sounds from the sacred word; — " Ho ! ye despairing sinners ! come, And trust upon the Lord." 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord ! Oh ! help my unbelief. 1 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God ! I fly ; Here let me wash my spotted soul, From crimes of deepest dye. ) A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall : Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. Conviction of Sin by the Law. C M. 1 Lord ! how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread ! I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; But, since the precept came "With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am. 23G 387. THE NEED OF SALVATION. 3 My guilt appeared but small before, Till terribly I saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Was thine eternal law. 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load, My sins revived again, I had provoked a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain. 5 My God ! I cry with every breath For some kind power to save, To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave. Isaac Watts, 1709. 388 Regeneration. C. M. 1 Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 2 The sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace ; Born in the image of his Son, A new, peculiar race. 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, Blows on the sons of flesh. New models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quickened souls awake, and rise From the long sleep of death ; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. Isaac Watts, 1709, Repentance in View of divine Patience. C. M. 1 And are we, wretches, yet alive ? And do we yet rebel ? 'T is boundless — 't is amazing love, That bears us up from hell. 237 SALVATION. 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames ; And threatening vengeance rolls above, To crush our feeble frames : 3 Almighty goodness cries — " Forbear ! And straight the thunder stays ; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace ? 4 Lord ! we have long abused thy love, — Too long indulged our sin ; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been. 5 No more, ye lusts ! shall ye command, — No more will we obey : Stretch out, O God ! thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away. Isaac Watts, 1709. 389. CM, The Need of Regeneration. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load ! The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God. 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue ? 'T is thine, almighty Spirit ! thine, To form the heart anew. 3 'T is thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise ; To make the scales of error fall, From reason's darkened eyes. 4 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live ; A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'T is thine alone to give. 238 390 THE NEED OF SALVATION- Oli! change these wretched hearts of ours. And give them life divine ; Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord ! be thine. Anne Steele, 1760. Justification; or, Law and Grace. C. M. 1 Vain are the hopes, the sons of men On their own works have built ; Their hearts, by nature, all unclean, And all their actions, guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murm'ring word ; And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord. 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law, To justify us now, Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do. 4 Jesus ! how glorious is thy grace ! When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness, That makes the sinner just. Isaac Watts, 1709. q 91. H.— THE INCARNATION OF CHRIST. Psalm 98. C. M. 1 Joy to the world, — the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth, — the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; 239 392 393 SALVATION. He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found. Pie rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Isaac Watts, 1709. Christ's Mission. C. M. 1 Hark the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, — The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held, The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice, To clear the mental ray, And, on the eye-balls of the blind, To pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure ; And, with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace ! Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Philip Doddridge, 1735. The Angel's Song. C. M 1 High let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic throng ; ■ 240 394. INCARNATION OP CHRIST. For angels no such love have known, T' awake a cheerful song. Good-will to sinful men is shown, And peace on earth is given ; For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes With messages from heaven. Justice and grace, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn ; Let heaven and earth in concert join, — To us a Saviour 's born. Glory to God ! in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid ; His glory by our lips proclaimed, And by our lives displayed. Philip Doddridge, 1740, a. The Nativity of Christ. C. M. 1 Mortals ! awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love, and gratitude, combine To hail th' auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining regions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it flew, And loud the echo rolled ; The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'T was more than heaven could hold. 4 Down to the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran ; And angels rushed, with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song ; Good-will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 16 241 SALVATION. 395. 6 With joy the chorus we repeat — " Glory to God on high ! " Good- will and peace are now complete ; Jesus was born to die. Samuel Medley, 1800. 396 The Incarnation. C. M. 1 Awake, awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord ; Let every heart, and every tongue, Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, By whom the worlds were made, — Oh ! happy morn — illustrious hour ! — Was once in flesh arrayed. 3 Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious forms, When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms. 4 To dwell with misery here below, The Saviour left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise. 5 Adoring angels tuned their songs, To hail the joyful day ; With rapture, then, let human tongues Their grateful worship pay. Anne Steele, 1760. The Birth of Christ. C. M. 1 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore adored ; The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mighty Lord. 242 INCABNATIOS OF CHBIST. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know : Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. John Morrison, 1781. D« ' 4 • Song of the Angels at Christ's Birth. C. M. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 " Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind, — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind. 3 " To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord ; — And this shall be the sign ; 4 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find, To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song : 6 " All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease ! " Nahum Tate, 1C96. ^JO. The Chorus of Angels. CM. 1 Calm on the listening ear of night, Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. 243 399. SALVATION. 2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. 3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, — " Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King ! " Edmund H. Sears, 1835. 400. The AngcVs Song. 1 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung, At our Redeemer's birth ; Mortals ! awake ; let every tongue Proclaim his matchless worth. 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son, To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done ! 3 Good-will to men : — ye fallen race ! Arise, and shout for joy ; He comes, with rich abounding grace, To save, and not destroy. William Burn, 1813. Joy at Immanuel's Birth. H M. 1 ITatik ! hark ! — the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains; 244 401 INCARNATION OP CHRIST. Some new delight in heaven is known ; Loud ring the harps around the throne. Hark ; hark ! — the sounds draw nigh, The joyful hosts descend ; Jesus forsakes the sky, To earth his footsteps bend ; He comes to bless our fallen race ; He comes with messages of grace. Bear — bear the tidings round ; Let every mortal know What love in God is found, What pity he can show ; * Ye winds that blow ! ye waves that roll ! Bear the glad news from pole to pole. Strike — strike the harps again, To great Immanuel's name ; Arise, ye sons of men ! And all his grace proclaim ; Angels and men ! wake every string, 'T is God the Saviour's praise we sing. Andrew Reed, 1817. The Birth of Christ. H. M. 1 IIatck ! what celestial notes, What melody we hear ! Soft on the morn it floats, And fills the ravished ear : The tuneful shell, the golden lyre, And vocal choir, the concert swell. 2 Th' angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine ; See how from heaven they bend, And in full chorus join ! " Fear not," say they, " great joy we bring ; Jesus, your King, is born to-day. 3 Glory to God on high ! Ye mortals ! spread the sound, 245 402 403. SALVATION. And let your raptures fly, To earth's remotest bound : For peace on earth, from God in heaven, To man is given, at Jesus' birth." -47ioft., 1778. Good-Will toward Men. 1 Lo ! God, our God, has come ; To us a child is born, To us a Son is given : Bless, bless the blessed morn! Oh ! happy, lowly, lofty birth ! 4 Now God, our God, has come to earth. 2 Rejoice ! our God has come, In love and lowliness ; The Son of God has come, The sons of men to bless ; God with us now descends to dwell, — God in our flesh — Iramanuel. 3 Praise ye the Word made flesh ; True God, true man is he; Praise ye the Christ of God ; To whom all glory be ! Praise ye the Lamb that once was slain, Praise ye the King that comes to reign. Horatius Bonar, 1868. . The Nativity of Christ. 7* 1 Hark ! the herald angels sing, — " Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " 2 Joyful, all ye nations ! rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; Universal nature ! say, — " Christ, the Lord, is born to-day ! " 3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord ; 246 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb ! Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity ! Pleased as man with men t' appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here ! Hail the heavenly Prince of peace, Hail the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth. Charles Wesley, 1739. 404 The incarnate Deity. 1%, 1 Bright and joyful is the morn, For to us a Child is born ; From the highest realms of heaven, Unto us a Son is given. 2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty, and wear, On his vesture and his thigh, Names most awful, names most high. 3 Wonderful in counsel, he, Christ, th' incarnate Deity ; Sire of ages, ne'er to cease ; King of kings, and Prince of peace. 4 Come, and worship at his feet ; Yield to Christ the homage meet, From his manger to his throne, Homage due to God alone. James Montgomery, 1825. TtvOi The guiding Star. 7m 1 Sons of men ! behold from far, Hail the long-expected star ! 247 406 SALVATION. Jacob's star, that gilds the night, Guides bewildered nature right. Fear not hence that ill should flow, Wars or pestilence below ; Wars it bids and tumults cease, Ushering in the Prince of peace. Mild he shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death ; Scattering error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light. Nations all, far off and near ! Haste to see your God appear ; Haste, for him your hearts prepare ; Meet him manifested there. Charles Wesley, 1739. The Nativity of Christ. 8. M. 1 Behold ! the grace appears, The promise is fulfilled ; Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears, And Jesus is the child. 2 The Lord, the highest God, Calls him his only Son ; He bids him rule the lands abroad, And gives him David's throne. 3 O'er Jacob shall he reign With a peculiar sway ; The nations shall his grace obtain, His kingdom ne'er decay, 4 To bring the glorious news, A heavenly form appears ; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears : — 5 Glory to God on high ! And heavenly peace on earth, Good will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth." 2-13 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. 6 In worship so divine Let saints employ their tongues ; With the celestial hosts we joiu, And loud repeat their songs. Isaac Watts, 1707. 4U i . The wonderful Child. S. M. 1 Rejoice in Jesus' birth, To us a Son is given ; To us a Child is born on earth, Who made both eartli and heaven. 2 He reigns above the sky, This universe sustains ; The God supreme, the Lord most high, The king Messiah reigns. 3 The mighty God is he. Author of heavenly bliss, The Father of eternity, The glorious Prince of peace. 4 His government shall grow, From strength to strength proceed, His righteousness the church o'erflow, And all the earth o'erspread. Charles Wesley, 1745. 408 The unspeakable Gift. & M. 1 Father ! our hearts we lift Vp to thy gracious throne, And thank thee for the precious gift Of thine incarnate Son. 2 Jesus, the holy Child, Doth, by his birth, declare, That God and man are reconciled, And one in him we are. 3 A peace on earth he brings, "Which never more shall end ; The Lord of hosts, the King of kings, Declares himself our Friend. 2-19 SALVATION. 409 410 Oh ! may we all receive The new-born Prince of peace ; And meekly in his spirit live, And in his love increase ! Charles Wesley, 1745. The Song of Angels. S 1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly warbling in the skies ? Sure, th' angelic host rejoices — Loudest hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy; — " Glory in the highest, glory ; Glory be to God most high ! 3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; — Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his glory sing : Glad, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 " Hasten, mortals ! to adore him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy ; Till in heaven you sing before him, — Glory be to God most high ! " 6 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth, Spread the brightness of his glory, Till it cover all the earth. John Cawood, 1825. The Incarnation. 8s & 7s. 1 Shepherds ! hail the wondrous stranger, Now to Bethle'm speed your way ; Lo ! in yonder humble manger, Christ, the Lord, is born to-day. 250 411 412. IXCAB>'ATION OF CHRIST. Bright the star of your salvation, Pointing to his rude abode ! Rapturous news for every nation : — Mortals ! now behold your God ! Glad, we trace th' amazing story. Angels leave their bliss to tell ; Theme sublime, replete with glory. — Sinners saved from death and hell. Love eternal moved the Saviour, Thus to lay his radiance by ; Blessings on the Lamb for ever ! Glory be to God on high ! Anon, 1836. Christ, the Desire of all Nations. 8s & 7a. 1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus ! Born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art ; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born, thy people to deliver ; Born a Child, and yet a King ; Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne. Charles Wesley, 1741 The Worship of the Child Jesus. 8a & 7a. 1 Come, ye lofty ! come, ye lowly ! Let your songs of gladness ring ; In a stable lies the Holy, In a manger rests the King. 251 SALVATION. , 2 See, in Mary's arms reposing, Christ, by highest heaven adored ; Come, your circle round him closing, Pious hearts that love the Lord ! 3 Come, ye poor ! no pomp of station Robes the Child your hearts adore ; He, the Lord of all salvation, Shares your want, is weak and poor. 4 Come, ye gentle hearts and tender ! Come, ye spirits keen and bold ! All in all, your homage render, Weak and mighty, young and old ! 5 High above a star is shining, And the wise men haste from far ; Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining ! For you all has risen the star. 6 Let us bring our poor oblations, Thanks and love and faith and praise; Come, ye people ! come, ye nations ! All in all, draw nigh to gaze. 413. Archer T. Gurney, 1860. Good Tidings of great Joy. 8s & 7s. 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-born King. 3 Sages ! leave your contemplations ; — Brighter visions beam afar ; 252 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen Lis 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-born King. 5 Sinners ! wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, — Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you ; break your chains: Come and worship — Worship Christ, the new-born King. James Montgomery, 1819. TAT* Messiah's Advent. lls&lCi 1 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ! Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning ! Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ! Hail to the millions from bondage returning ! Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 3 Lo ! in the desert rich flowers are springing, Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain top echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. 4 See ! from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; Fallen are the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 5 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ! Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! 2.33 SALVATION. Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning; Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. Thomas Hastings, 1830. 4:10. Star of the East. lis & 10a 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 head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, — Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration, — Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 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. Reginald Heber, 1827. 41b. The Star of Bethlehem. L. M. 1 When, marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye : Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks ; — It is the Star of Bethlehem. 2 Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud, the night was dark ; 254 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind, that tossed my foundering bark : Deep horror then my vitals froze ; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose ; — It was the Star of Bethlehem. 3 It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, thro' the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace : Now, safely moored, my perils o'er, I '11 sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star — the Star of Bethlehem ! Henry Eirke White, 1804. T: 1 4 . Our Lords Nativity. L. M. 1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill ; When Salem's shepherds, thro' the night, Watched o'er their flocks by starry light; On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts to Zion came ; High heaven with songs of triumph rung, While thus they smote their harps, and sung : 2 " O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye ; The long-expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again ; The Prince of Salem comes to reign : See ! mercy, from her golden urn, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn ; Behold ! she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair. 3 He comes to cheer the trembling heart ; Bids Satan and his host depart ; Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom. 253 418. 419 SALVATION. O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye ; The long-expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem conies to reign. Thomas Campbell, 1800. HI.— THE MINISTRY OF CHEIST. Psalm 45. L. M. 1 Now be my heart inspired, to sing The glories of my Saviour King ; Jesus, the Lord, — how heavenly fair His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 2 O'er all the sons of human race, He shines with a superior grace ; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head ; And, with his sacred Spirit, blessed His first-born Son above the rest. Isaac Watts, 1719. The Miracles of Christ. L. M. 1 Behold ! the blind their sight receive ; Behold ! the dead awake and live ; The dumb speak wonders, and the lame Leap, like the hart, and bless his name. 2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own And seal the mission of the Son ; The Father vindicates his cause, While he lianas bleeding on the cross. 3 He dies ! the heavens in mourning stood; He rises, the triumphant God ! Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die ! 4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart, I bid my doubts and fears depart ; 256 msjHnrs of cheist. And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. lM.a: WattM, 1709. 4 J' '. T\e Teazldnj of Jams. L. M. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When list'ning thousands gathered round. And joy and reverence filled the place ! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his foTwcrs' way ; Dark clouds of gLomy night he broke, Unveiiing an immortal day. 3 •'• Come, wanderers ! to my Father's home, Come, ali ye weary ones ! and rest : " Yes. sacred Teacher ! we wi'l come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. J.. Bomrimg, 1323. T~ I . The Example € t 1" ri t. L. iL 1 Whexe'eb the angry passions rise. And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes. — Bright pattern of the Christian life. 2 Oh ! how benevolent and kind! How mild ! how ready to forgive ! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live. 3 To do his heavenly Fathers will. Was his employment and delight ; Humility and holy zeal Shone through his life, divinely bright. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came, The lahors of his life were 1 Oh ! if we lave the Saviour's name, Let his divine- example move. Anne Steele, 17^. IT 257 SALVATION. 422. The Example of Christ. L. M. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord ! I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love and meekness, so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. i Be thou my pattern ; make me bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name, Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Isaac Watts, 1703. 423 TJie Meekness of Jesus. L. M. 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 2 Oh ! who, like thee, so calm, so bright, Thou God of God, thou Light of Light ! Oh ! who, like thee, did ever go So patient through a world of woe ? 3 Oh ! who, like thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility ? 4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee ; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 258 MINISTRY OP CHRIST. 5 Oh! in thy light, be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe ! And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! Arthur Cleveland Coxc, 1838. 424 425 The Loving-Kindness of Christ. L. "SL 1 When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus sojourned here, Where'er he went affliction fled, And sickness rear'd her drooping head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night Beheld his face, for he was light; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung. 3 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, With melancholy transport smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through his soul. 4 His touch the outcast leper healed, His lips the sinner's pardon sealed ; The palsied frame, the crippled limb, Felt virtue going forth from him. 5 Through paths of lovimr kindness brought, May all our work in him be wrought ; In his great name, let us dispense The crumbs of our benevolence. James Montgomery, 1797. The Example of Christ. C. M. 1 Behold where, in the Friend of man, Appears each grace divine ; The virtues, all in Jesus inet, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ. 250 SALVATION. 3 Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and ineek lie stood ; His foe*, ungrateful, sought his life ; He labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before lus Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done !" 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide; His image may we bear ; Oh. may we tread his sacred steps, And his bright glories share. William Enfield, 1802. 4J0. Psalm 103. CM. 1 God of my mercy and my praise ! Thy glory is my song; Though sinners speak against thy grace, With a blaspheming tongue. 2 When, in the form of mortal man, Thy .Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compassed him around. 3 Their miseries his compassion move, Their peace he still pursued ; They render hatred for his love, And evil for his good. 4 Their malice raged without a cause; Yet, with his dying breath, He prayed for murderers on his cross, And blessed his foes in death. 5 Lord ! shall thy bright example shine In vain before my eyes? Give me a soul akin to thine, To love mine enemies. Isaac Watts, 1719. 2G0 MmSTBY OP CHRIST. 427 The Offices of Christ. C. M. 1 We bless the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace; Jesus ! thy Spirit and thy word Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We reverence our High Priest above, Who offered up his blood, And lives to carry on his love, By pleading with our God. 3 We honor our exalted King ; How sweet are his commands ! He guards our souls from hell and sin, By his almighty hands. 4 Hosanna to his glorious name, Who saves by different ways ! His mercies lay a sovereign claim To our immortal praise. Isaac Watts, 1709. 428 Christ's Compassion to the Weak. C. M, 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High-Friest above ; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood ; While Satan's fiery darts he bore, And did resist to blood. 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears ; And, in his measure, feels afresh What every member bears. 2G1 429. 430 SALVATION. Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power ; "We shall obtain delivering grace, In the distressing hour. Isaac Watts, 1709. The forgiving One. C. M. 1 What grace, O Lord ! and beauty shone Around thy steps below ! "What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe ! 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 Oh ! give us hearts to love like thee ; Like thee, O Lord ! to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that springs From union, Lord ! with thee. Edward Denny, 1839, Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. C. M. 1 Thou art the Way ; — to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he, who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord ! by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth; — thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 2G2 431 MINISTRY OF CHRIST. 3 Thou art the Life ; — the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those, who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. George W. Boone, 1824. Christ, our Example. 8s & 7s, 1 Ever would I fain be reading, In the ancient holy Book, Of my Saviour's gentle pleading, Truth in every word and look. 2 How, when children came, he blessed them, Suffered no man to reprove, Took them in his arms, and pressed them To his heart, with words of love. 3 How, to all the sick and tearful, Help was ever gladly shown ; How he sought the poor and fearful, Called them brothers and his own. 4 How no contrite soul e'er sought him, And was bidden to depart ; How, with gentle words, he taught him, Took the death from out his heart. 5 Still I read the ancient story, — And my joy is ever new, — How for us he left his glory, How he still is kind and true. 0 How the flock he gently leadeth, . Whom his Father gave him here ; How his arms he widely spreadeth, To his heart to draw us near. 2G3 SALVATION. Let me kneel, my Lord ! before thee, Let my heart in tears o'erflow. Melted by thy love adore thee, Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe. Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829. Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1853. IV THE ATONING SACRIFICE. 432. The Suffering Saviour. 83 & 7s. 1 Suffering Son of man ! be near me, In my sufferings to sustain ; By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, By thy more than mortal pain. 2 Call to mind that unknown anguish, In thy clays of flesh below, "When thy troubled soul did languish Underneath a world of woe. 3 When thou didst our curse inherit, Groan beneath our guilty load, Burdened with a wounded spirit, Bruised by the wrath of God. 4 By thy most severe temptation, In that dark satanic hour ; By thy last mysterious passion, Screen me from the adverse power. Charles Wesley, 1767, a. 43* *J • The great Sacrifice. 8s & 7s. 1 " Stricken, smitten and afflicted," See him dying on the tree ! 'T is the Christ by man rejected ; Yes, my soul ! 't is he ! 't is he ! 2 Mark the sacrifice appointed ! See who bears the awful load ; 'T is the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of man, and Son of God. 264 434 435. THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Lamb of God, for sinners wounded ! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on him their hope have built. Thomas Kelly, 1804. The Paschal Lamb. 8s & 7a 1 Hail ! thou once despised Jesus ! Hail ! thou Galilean King ! Who didst suffer to release us ; Who didst free salvation bring : Hail ! thou universal Saviour, Who hast borne our sin and shame ! By whose merits we find favor, Life is given, through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed ! All our sins on thee were laid ; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made : Every sin may be forgiven, Through the virtue of thy blood ; Opened is the gate of heaven ; Peace is made 'twixt man and God. John Bake-well, 1760. The great A tonement. 8s & 7s. 1 Great High Priest ! we view thee stooping, With our names upon thy breast, In the garden, groaning, drooping, To the ground with horrors pressed : Weeping angels stood confounded To behold their Maker thus, And can we remain unwounded When we know 't was all for us ? 2 On the cross thy body broken Cancels every penal tie : Tempted souls! produce this token, All demands to satisfy : 2G5 SALVATION. All is finished ; do not doubt it ; But believe your dying Lord ; Never reason more about it ; Only take him at his word. o Lord ! we fain would trust thee solely ; 'T was for us thy blood was spilled : Bruised Bridegroom ! take us wholly ; Take and make us what thou wilt : Thou hast borne the bitter sentence Passed on man's devoted race ; True belief and true repentence Are thy gifts, thou God of grace ! Joseph Hart, 1759. TLt)U« The Finished Redemption. 8s, 7s & 4. 1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See ! — it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky : " It is finished ! " Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 " It is finished ! " — Oh ! what pleasure Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ, the Lord : " It is finished ! " Saints ! the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ! Join to sing the pleasing theme : All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Iinmanuel's name : Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! Jonathan Evans, 1787. TcO I • "Prome vocem, mens, canoram." 8s & 7s. 1 Now, my soul ! thy voice upraising, Tell, in sweet and mournful strain, 2GG 433 THfi ATOXTNG SACRIFICE. How the Crucified, enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of his love was offered, Sinless was for sinners slain. 2 See ! his hands and feet are fastened ; So he makes his people free : Not a wound whence blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be ; Yea, the very nails which nail him Nail us also to the tree. 3 Through his heart the spear is piercing, Though his foes have seen him die ; Blood and water thence are streaming In a tide of mystery, "Water from our guilt to cleanse us, Blood to win us crowns on high. 4 Jesus ! may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford ; Let them be our cup and healing, And at length our full reward ; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise thee, its redeeming Lord. Lat., Santolius Majlorianus, 1650. Tr., Henry Williams Baker, 1861. " Pawje, Linjua I" 8s & 7a. 1 Sing, my tongue ! the Saviour's glory ; Tell his triumphs far and wide ; Tell aloud the wondrous story Of his body crucified ; How upon the cross a victim, Vanquishing in death he died. 2 Such the order God appointed When for sin he would atone ; To the serpent thus opposing Schemes yet deeper than his own ; Thence the remedy procuring, Whence the fatal wound had come. 267 439. SALVATION. 3 Thus did Christ to perfect manhood In our mortal flesh attain : Then of his free choice lie goeth To a death of bitter pain ; lie, the Lamb, upon the altar Of the cross, for us was slain. 4 Lo, with gall his thirst he quenches ! See the thorns upon his brow ! Nails his hands and feet are rending ! See, his side is open now ! Whence, to cleanse the whole creation, Streams of blood and water flow. Lat., Venuntius Fortunatus, GOO. Tr., Edward Caswall, 1849. " 0 Haupt voll Blut und Wunden." 7s & 6a 1 O sacred head, now wounded ! With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown ; — O sacred head ! what glory, What bliss, till now was thine ! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 What thou, my Lord ! hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain ; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain : Lo ! here I fall, my Saviour ! 'T is I deserve thy place ; Look on me with thy favor, Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken I thus with safety hide : My Lord of life ! desiring Thy glory now to see, 2G8 440 THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Beside thy cross expiring, I 'd breathe my soul to thee. What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend ! For this thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end ? Oh ! make me thine for ever ; And should I fainting be, Lord ! let me never, never. Outlive my love to thee ! And, when I am departing, Oh ! part not thou from me! When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord ! and set me free ; And, when my heart must languish Amidst the final throe, Release me from mine anguish, By thine own pain and woe. Be near me when I 'm dying, Oh ! show thy cross to me ! And, for my succor flying. Come, Lord ! and set me free ! These eyes new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move ; For lie, who dies believing, Dies safely, through thy love. Ger., Pool G rhardt, 1G^6. Tr., Jamts IV. Alaamder, 1849. The Prayer of A'jomj. 8 8 6, 8 4 1 Bkyoxd where Kidron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go To sad Gethsemane ! His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line. 2 lie bows beneath the sins of men ; He cries to God, and cries again, In sad Gethsemane; 2Gl) 441. SALVATION. He lifts his mournful eyes above — " My Father, can this cup remove ? " With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane ; " Behold me here, thine only Son ; And, Father ! let thy will be done." The Father heard ; and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane ; He drank the dreadful cup of pain ; Then rose to life and joy again. When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep, To sad Gethsemane We '11 look, and see the Saviour there, And humbly bow, like him, in prayer. Samuel F. Smith, 1833. Gethsemane. 7s. 1 Many woes had Christ endured, Many sore temptations met, Patient, and to pains inured ; But the sorest trial yet Was to be sustained in thee, Gloom}r, sad Gethsemane ! 2 Came at length the dreadful night ; Vengeance, with its iron rod, Stood, and, with collected might, Bruised the harmless Lamb of God : See, my soul ! thy Saviour see, Prostrate in Gethsemane ! 3 There my Lord bore all my guilt : This, through grace, can be believed ; But the horrors which he felt Are too vast to be conceived : None can penetrate through thee, Doleful, dark Gethsemane ! 270 U2 THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Sins against a holy God, Sins against his righteous laws, Sins against his love, his blood, Sins against his name and cause ; Sins immense as is the sea ! Hide me, 0 Gethsemane ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! One almighty God of love, Hymned by all the heavenly host, In thy shining courts above ! We poor sinners, gracious Three ! Bless thee for Gethsemane. Joseph Hart, 1759. Christ, our Example in Suffering. 7s. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power ! Your Redeemer's conflict see ; Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away ; Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned ; Oh ! the wormwood and the gall ! Oh ! the pangs his soul sustained ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, — God's own sacrifice complete : " It is finished," hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. I Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom ; — Who hath taken him away ? 271 SALVATION. 443 Christ is risen ! — he meets our eyes ; Saviour ! teach us so to rise. Jamts Montgomery, 1819. The Garden Scene. 7s. 1 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; Weeping soul ! no longer mourn ; View him bleeding on the tree, Pouring out his life for thee: There thine every sin he bore : Weeping soul ! lament no more. 2 All thy crimes on him were laid ; See ! upon his blameless head Wrath its utmost vengeance pours, Due to my offence and yours : Wounded in our stead he is, Bruised for our iniquities. 3 Weary sinner ! keep thine eyes On th' atoning sacrifice ; There th' incarnate Deity Numbered with transgressors see ! There his Father's absence mourns, Nailed, and bruised, and crowned with thorns. 4 See thy God his head bow down ; Hear the Man of sorrows groan*, For thy ransom there condemned, Stripped, derided, and blasphemed : Bleeds the Guiltless for th' unclean, Made an offering for thy sin. 5 Cast thy guilty soul on him, Find him mighty to redeem : At his feet thy burden lay, Look thy doubts and cares away : Now, by faith, the Son embrace, Plead his promise, trust his grace. 6 Lord ! thine arm must be revealed, Ere I can by faith be healed : 272 444 445. THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Since I scarce can look to thee, Cast a gracious eye on me : At thy feet myself I lay : Shine, Oh ! shine my fears away ! Augustus M. Tcplady, 1759. Christ, our Sacrifice. S. M. 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish akars slain, Could give the gu'.lty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; — A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, "While, like a penitent, I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, — And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. Isaac Watts, 1709. "Saevo Dolorum Turhine." S. M. 1 OVrnvTiELMED in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. 2 The sun withdraws his light; The mid-day heavenc grow pale, The moon, the stars, the universe, Their Maker's death bewail. 18 27 J 446 447 SALVATION. 3 Shall man alone be mute ? Come, youth and hoary hairs ! Come, rich and poor ! come, all mankind ! And bathe those feet in tears. 4 Come, fall before his cross, Who shed for us his blood ; Who died, the victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. 5 Jesus ! all praise to thee, Our joy and endless rest ! Be thou our guide while pilgrims here, Our crown amid the blest ! Lat., Roman Breviary. Tr., Edward Caswall, 1849. Christ, suffering for our Sins. S. M. 1 Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God, — Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour, Upon the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke ! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 But God shall raise his head, O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed, To recompense his pain. Isaac Watts, 1709. • At the Cross. C. M. 1 O Jesus ! sweet the tears I shed, While at thy cross I kneel, Gaze at thy wounded, fainting head, And all thy sorrows feel. 274 448 THE ATONING SACRIFICE. My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, This heart so hard before ; I hear thee for the guilty plead, And grief o'erflows the more. 'T was for the sinful thou didst die, And I a sinner stand : What love speaks from thy dying eye, And from each pierced hand ! I know this cleansing blood of thine Was shed, dear Lord ! for me, — For me, for all, — Oh ! grace divine ! — Who look by faith on thee. O Christ of God ! O spotless Lamb ! By love my soul is drawn ; Henceforth, for ever, thine I am ; Here life and peace are born. In patient hope, the cross I '11 bear, Thine arm shall be my stay ; And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, On thy great judgment-day. Ray Palmer, 1867. " Vexilla Regis prodeunt." C. SI 1 The royal banner is unfurled, The cross is reared on high, On which the Saviour of the world Is stretched in agony. 2 See ! through his holy hands and feet The cruel nails they drive : Our ransom thus is made complete, Our souls are saved alive. 3 And, see ! the spear hath pierced his side, And shed that sacred flood, That holy reconciling tide, The water and the blood. 4 Ha:l, holy cross ! from thee we learn The only way to heaven : 275 441) SALVATION. And Oh ! to thee may sinners turn, And look, and be forgiven ! So let us praise the Saviour's name, And, with exulting cry, The triumph of the cross proclaim To all eternity. Lat., Venantius Fortunatus, 580. Tr., John Chandler, 1837. "Lugete, Pacis Anuria " C. M. 1 Angels ! lament ; behold ! your God Man's sinful likeness wears ; Behold ! upon th' accursed tree Man's sins the Saviour bears. 2 O Christ! with wondering minds we see What mighty love was thine ; Did God consent to suffer thus ? And, Oh ! shall man repine ? 3 No, Saviour ! no ; the power of death Thy cross hath overcome, To save us, not from earthly woe, But from th' eternal doom. 450 Lat., Charles Coffin, 1720. Tr., John Chandler, 1837. Christ, the limna Fountain. C. M. 1 There is a fountain, fdled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 276 451 THE ATONIXG SACRIFICE. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be, till I die. 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I '11 sing thy power to save, "When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. William Cowper, 1779. • Godly Sorrow at the Cross. C. M. 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head, For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! — grace unknown ! — And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died, For man the creature's sin. 1 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord ! I give myself away ; — 'T is all that I can do. Isaac Watts, 1707. 452. Christ crucified. C. M. 1 Beitold the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 277 SALVATION. 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. 3 'T is 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 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God ! was ever pain, Was ever love, like thine ? Samuel Wesley, Sr„ 1703. 453 Calvary. C. M. 1 There is a dear and hallowed spot, Oft present to my eye ; By saints it ne'er can be forgot ; — That place is Calvary. 2 Oh ! what a scene was there displayed Of love and agony, When our Redeemer bowed his head, And died on Calvary ! 3 When fainting under guilt's dread load, Unto the cross 1 11 11 y ; And trust the merit of that blood Which flowed at Calvary. 4 Whene'er I feel temptation's power, On Jesus I '11 rely ; And, in the sharp conflicting hour, Repair to Calvary. 5 When seated at the feast of love, Then will I fix mine eye On him, who intercedes above, Who bled on Calvary. G When the dark scene of death, the last Momentous hour draws nigh, 278 4oi. THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Then, with my dying eyes, I '11 cast A look on Calvary. Anon, 1858. Th < Wonders of Kcderrption. C. JL 1 And did the Holy and the Just, The Sovereign of the skies, Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, That guilty worms might rise ? 2 Yes. the Redeemer left his throne, His radiant throne on high, — Surprising mercy ! love unknown ! — To suffer, bleed, and die. 3 He took the dying traitor's place, And suffered in his stead ; For man, — Oh ! miracle of grace ! — For man the Saviour bled ! 4 Dear Lord ! what heavenly wonders dwell In thine atoning blood ! By this are sinners snatched from hell, And rebels brought to God, Anne Steele, 1760. 455 The Lamb of God. C. M. 1 Thou Lamb of God ! that, on the tree, Our bitter burdens bore, And loved till death a worm like me, — I bow, admire, adore. 2 Thy head, the crown of thorns that wears, With brightest radiance glows ; That face, so marred with blood and tears, Transcendent beauty shows. 3 Those wounded hands, stretched out so wide, Proclaim the sinner's Friend, And, from the cleft of thy pierced side, Life-giving streams descend. 4 By men despised, rejected, scorned, — No beauty they can see, — 279 SALVATION. 456. 457 With grace and glory all adorned, The loveliest form to me. Thomas Haweis, 1792. Gcthsemane. L. M. 1 'T is midnight, — and, on Olive's brow, The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'T is midnight, — in the garden, now The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight, — and, from all removed, Immanuel wrestles lone with fears; E'en the disciple that he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is midnight, — and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he, who hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight, — and, from ether-plains, Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains, That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William B. Tappan, 1829. Christ's Passion. L. ]\£, 1 Tiie morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through yielding glooms behold his face ! Nor form, nor comeliness is there. 2 Brought forth to judgment, now he stands Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar; Here, spurned by fierce praetorian bands, There, mocked by Herod's men of war. 3 He bears their buffeting and scorn, Mock homage of the lip and knee, The purple robe, the crown of thorn, The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree. & No guile within his mouth is found, lie neither threatens nor complains ; 280 THE ATONING SACRIFICE. Meek, as a lamb for slaughter bound, — Dumb, midst his murdorers he remains. 5 But hark ! he prays ; — 't is for his foes ; He speaks; — 'tis comfort to his friends; Answers, — and paradise bestows ; He bows his head ; — the conflict ends. 6 Truly this was the Son of God — Though in a servant's mean disguise ; And, bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself, — for man be dies. James Montgomery, 1819. 458. Psalm 63. L. M. 1 Deep in our hearts, let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord ; Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul ! 2 Yet, gracious God ! thy power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove ; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Atoned for sins which we had done. 3 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honors of thy law restored ; His sorrows made thy justice known, And paid for follies not his own. 4 Oh ! for his sake, our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live : The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. I.aac Watts, 1719. 45D. The vicarious Sufferer. L. M. 1 Flow fast, my tears ! the cause is great ; This tribute claims an injured Friend ; One, whom I long pursued with hate, And yet he loved me to the end : "When death his terrors round me spread, And aimed his arrows at my head, 281 SALVATION. Christ interposed, the wound he bore, And bade the monster dare no more. 2 Fast flow, my tears ! yet faster flow ! Stream copious as yon purple tide ; 'T was I that dealt the deadly blow ; I urged the hand that pierced his side Keen pangs and agonizing smart Oppress his soul, and rend his heart ; While justice, armed with power divine, Pours on his head what 's due to mine ! 3 Fast and yet faster flow, my tears ! Love breaks the heart, and drains the eyes ; — His visage marred towards heaven he rears, And, pleading for his murderer, dies ! My grief no measure knows, nor end, Till he appears the sinner's Friend, And gives me, in a happy hour, To feel the risen Saviour's power. Walter Shirley, 1774. "xOl/. The Hidings of the Father's Face. L. M. 1 From Calvary a cry was heard — A bitter and heart-rending cry : My Saviour! every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One ! And all the swarming hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, — These thou could'st bear, nor once repine; But, when Jehovah veiled his face, Unutterable pangs were thine. 4 Let the dumb world its silence break ! Let pealing anthems rend the sky ! Awake, my sluggish soul ! awake ! He died, that we might never die. John W. Cunningham, 1820. 282 THE AT(m>~G SACEIFTCE. 461. Ctirist's Entrance into Jerusalem. L. JL 1 Ride on, ride on, in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ; O Christ ; thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. 2 Ride on, ride en, in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down, with sad and wondering eyes, To see th' approaching sacrifice. 3 Ride on, ride on, in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ; The Father, on his sapphire throne, Expects his own anoiuted Son. 4 Ride on, ride on, in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die ; Bow thy meek head to mortal pain ; Then take, O God ! thy power, and reign ! Henry Hart Milman, 1827. 462. Crucifixion to the World. L. M. 1 Wheb I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See ! from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ? Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree ; Then am I dead to all the globe. And all the globe is dead to me. 2S3 SALVATION 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. TtOO« Sufferings of the Redeemer. L. M. 1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies ; Hark ! his expiring groans arise ; See! from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide ! 2 To suffer in the traitor's place, To die for man — surprising grace ! Yet pass rebellious angels by ! — Oh ! why for man, dear Saviour ! why? 3 And didst thou bleed? — for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed ? No ! lie withdrew his sickening ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. 4 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where min^lin^ grief and wonder flow, And yet my heart unmoved remain, Insensible to love or pain ? 5 Come, dearest Lord ! thy power impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart ; Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief, and ardent love. Anne Steele, 1760. The Crucifixion of Jesus. L. M. 1 On ! come and mourn with me awhile ; Oh ! come ye to the Saviour's side ; Oh ! come, together let us mourn ; Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 2 Have we no tears to shed for him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah ! look how patiently he hangs ! Jesus, our Love, is crucified. 284 464 THE ATONING SACRIFICE. 3 How fast his hands and feet are nailed ! His throat with parching thirst is dried; His failing eyes are blind with blood ; Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 4 Come let us stand beneath the cross ; So may the blood from out his side Fall gently on us, drop by drop : Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! Frederick IF. Fabcr, 1819, a. 400. Clirist, the Physician of the Soul. L. 1L 1 Deep are the wounds which sin hath made; Where shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ; The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in every part : The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. 3 And can no sovereign balm be found ? And is no kind physician nigh, To case the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly ? 4 There is a great Physician near ; Look up, O ! fainting soul ! and live ; See, — in his heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give. 5 See, — in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant How: 'T is only this dear sacred flood, Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. Anne Steele, 1760. 4G6. The Wonders of the Cross. L. 3L 1 Nature, with open volume, stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; And every labor of his hands Shows something worthy of a GotL 2co SALVATION. 2 But, in the grace that rescued man, His brightest form of glory shines ; Here, on the cross, 't is fairest drawn In precious blood, and crimson lines. o Here I behold his inmost heart, Where grace and vengeance strangely join. Piercing his Son with sharpest smart, To make the purchased pleasures mine. 4 Oh ! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God, the Saviour, loved and died ! Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 5 I would for ever speak his name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. Isaac Watts, 1707. 407. " It is finished I " L. M. 1 " 'T is finished ! " — so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died : " 'T is finished ! " — yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 " 'T is finished ! — this my dying groan, Shall sins of every kind atone ; Millions shall be redeemed from death, By this my last expiring breath." 3 " 'T is finished ! " — Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled : Peace, love, and happiness, again Return, and dwell with sinful men. 4 " 'T is finished ! " — let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round : " T is finished ! " — let the echo fly, Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky Samuel Sicnnett, 1787. 28G THE ATONING SACEIFICE. 468 469 Christ's Agony in the Garden. C. L. M. 1 He knelt — the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony ; The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 The sun set in a fearful hour ; The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow him ! That he, who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe. 3 He proved them all — the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All darkened round his head ; And the Deliverer knelt to pray ; Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 4 It passed not — though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread ; It passed not — though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead : But there was sent him from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die. 5 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay ? How may we meet our conflict yet, In the dark, narrow way ? — How, but thro' him, that path who trod ? Save, or we perish, Son of God ! Mrs. Felicia D. Jlcmans, 1834. v. — Christ's resurrection. The Sepulchre on Sabbath Morning. C. L. M. 1 How calm and beautiful the morn, That gilds the sacred tomb, 237 470. SALVATION. Where Christ, the crucified was borne, And veiled in midnight gloom ! Oh ! weep no more the Saviour slain ! The Lord is risen — he lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints ! dry every tear For your departed Lord ; " Behold the place ! — he is not here ! " The tomb is all unbarred ; The gates of death were closed in vain ; The Lord is risen — he lives again. 3 Now cheerful, to the house of prayer, Your early footsteps bend, The Saviour will himself be there, Your Advocate and Friend ; Once, by the law, your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again. 4 How tranquil now the rising day ! 'T is Jesus still appears, A risen Lord, to chase away Your unbelieving fears : Oh ! weep no more your comforts slain ; The Lord is risen — he lives again. 5 And, when the shades of evening fall, When life's last hour draws nigh, If Jesus shines upon the soul, How blissful then to die ! Since he hath risen that once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. Thomas Hastings, 1S32. A risen Saviour. S. M. " The Lord is risen indeed ! " Then is his work performed ; The captive Surety now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed. " The Lord is risen indeed ! " — Then hell has lost his prey : With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless dav. 2S8 471. CIIEIST S EESUBBECTION. u The Lord is risen indeed ! " — He lives to die no more ; He lives, the sinner's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. " The Lord is risen indeed ! " — Attending? angels ! hear ; Up to the courts of heaven, with speed The joyful tidings bear. Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join, all the bright, celestial choirs ! To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly, 1801. ChrisCs Ascension. 8. M. 1 Tnou art gone up on high, To mansions in the skies, And round thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise. 2 But we are lingering here, With sin and care oppressed : Lord ! send thy promised Comforter, And lead us to thy rest. 3 Thou art gone up on high : But thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony, To pass unto thy crown. 1 And, girt with griefs and fears, Our onward course must be ; But only let that path of tears Lead us, at last, to thee. "i Thou art gone up on high : But thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in thy train. 3 Oh ! by thy saving power, So make us live and die, 19 2S9 SALVATION. 472 473. That we may stand, in that dread hour, At thy right hand on high. Mrs. Emma Toke, 1851. The Exaltation of Christ. 1 Come, all harmonious tongues ! Your noblest music bring ; 'T is Christ, the everlasting God, And Christ, the man, we sing. 2 Down to the shades of death, He bowed his awful head ; Yet he arose to live and reign, When death itself is dead. 3 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more ; For hell itself shakes at his name, And all the heavens adore. 4 There the Redeemer sits, High on the Father's throne ; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son. Isaac Watts, 1707. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 7s. 1 Angel ! roll the rock away ; Death ! yield up thy mighty prey ; See ! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 'T is the Saviour ; angels ! raise Fame's eternal trump of praise ; Let the world's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Shout, ye saints ! in rapturous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong ; Shout the Son of God, this morn From his sepulchre new-born. 4 Heaven displays her portals wide ; Glorious Hero ! through them ride ! 290 m 475 CHEISTS EESURRECTION. King of glory ! mount the throne, — Thy great Father's and thine own. Powers of heaven ! seraphic fires ! Sing, and sweep your golden Lyres ; Sons of men ! in humbler strain, Sing your mighty Saviour's reign. Every note with wonder swell, Sin o'erthrown, and captived hell ! "Where is hell's once dreaded king ? Where, 0 death ! thy mortal sting? Thomas Scott, 1772. The Resurrection of Cfiri7- 635 God's Help entreated. 7* 1 O thou God, who hearest prayer, Every hour, and every where ! Listen to my feeble breath, Now I touch the gates of death ; For his sake whose blood I plead, Hear me in the hour of need. 2 Hear and save me, gracious Lord ! For my trust is in thy word ; ^88 PAEDOX SOUGHT. 036. Wash me from the stain of sin, That thy peace may rule within ; May I know myself thy child, Ransomed, pardoned, reconciled. Jonah Conder, 1836. Pass me not. 8 7, 8 7, 6 7. 1 Lord ! I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering, full and free ; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ; Let some droppings fall on me, — Even me, — even me ! Let some droppings fall on me. 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father ! Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st cur.-e me, but the rather Let thy mercy light on me, — Even me, &c. 3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour ! Let me love and cling to thee ; I am longing for thy favor ; When thou comest, call for me, — Even me, &c. 4 Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit ! Thou canst make the blind to see ; "Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me, — Even me, &c. 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee ? Has the world my heart been keeping ? Oh ! forgive and rescue me, — Even me. &c. G Love of God. so pure and changeless, — Blood of God, so rich and free. — Grace of God. so strong and boundless, — Magnify them all in me, — Even nie, &c. 38J 637. RECONCILIATION. Pass me not, this lost one bringing, Satan's slave thy child shall be, All my heart to thee is springing ; Blessing others, Oh ! bless me, — Even me, &c. Elizabeth Codncr, 1860. Self-Consecration. 8s & 7s. 1 Take me, O my Father ! take me, Take me, save me, through thy Son ; That, which thou wouldst have me, make me, Let thy will in me be done. 2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod ; Weary come I now, and praying — Take me to thy love, my God ! 3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin ; At thy feet, O Father i falling, To thy household take me in. 4 Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine ; Freely, life and soul I offer — Gift unworthy love like thine. 5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bore our sins upon the tree ; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee ; 6 Father ! take me ; all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast ; In thy love for ever living, I must be for ever blest ! Bay Palmer, 1865. VOO . The Heart of Stone. 7 6, 7 6, 7 8, 7 & 1 Jesus ! let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep ; False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep. 390 G39. PARDON SOUGHT. Let me be by grace restored ; On me be all long-suffering shown ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince ! enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart ; Give what I have long implored, A portion of thy grief unknown ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! And break my heart of stone. See me, Saviour ! from above, Nor suffer me to die ! Life, and happiness, and love, Drop from thy gracious eye ; Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord ! And break my heart of stone. Charles Wesley, 1749. The Blood of the Lamb. 7 6, 7 6, 7 8, 7 6, God of my salvation ! hear, And help me to believe ; Simply do I now draw near, Thy blessing to receive ; Full of guilt, alas ! I am, But to thy wounds for refuge flee ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! Thy blood was shed for me. Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye, Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy blood is always nigh : Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be : Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! Thy blood was shed for me. 091 G40 RECONCILIATION. Nothing have I, Lord ! to pay, Nor can thy grace procure; Empty send me not away, For I, thou know'st, am poor ; Dust and ashes is my name ; My all is sin and misery : Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! Thy blood was shed for me. Charles Wesley. 1742. Preparation for the Judgment. C. P. M. 1 Wiien thou, my righteous Judge Ishalt come To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand ? 2 I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But, can I bear the piercing thought, What, if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call ? 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ; Be thou, dear Lord ! my hiding-place, In this th' accepted day ; Thy pardoning voice, Oh ! let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, • Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face ; Then loudest of the throng I '11 sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. Sdina Shipley, 1772, a. 392 en PABDON SOUGHT. The Surrender of the Heart. C. P. It 1 Lord! thou hast won; at length I yield; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee ; Against thy terrors long I strove ; But who can stand against thy love ? Love conquers even me. 2 Now. Lord ! I would be thine alone ; Come, take possession of thine own. For thou hast set me free ; Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers waiting stand, To be employed by thee. John Xeicton, 1779. 612. (Thrift, the only Refuge. C. P. iL 1 O thou, that hear st the prayer of faith ! AVilt thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on thee ? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, And suffered once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And his availing blood ; Thy merit, Lord ! my robe shall be ; Thy merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death., The Spirit of adoption breathe, His consolation send ; By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, " Thy Maker is thy Friend." 4 The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, That bids me come away ; 393 643. RECONCILIATION. Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I 'd mount upon his sable wings, To everlasting day. Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. TJie Brink of Eternity. C. P. M. Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God ! mine inmost soul convert, And deeply, on my thoughtful heart, Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou, with clouds, shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar ; And tell me, Lord ! shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ! Be this my one great business here, — With serious industry and fear, Eternal bliss t' ensure ; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. Then, Saviour ! then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live, And reign with thee above ; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. Charles Wesley, 1749. 394 PABDON FOUND. III.— PARDON POUND. GU The New-Birth. C. P. M. 1 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 3Iy soul in bonds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go ; Eternal truth did loud proclaim, u The sinner must be born again," Or sink to endless woe. 2 When to the law I trembling fled, It poured its curses on my head, I no relief could find ; This fearful truth increased my pain, " The sinner must be born again," And whelmed my tortured mind. 3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast oppressive load : Alas ! I read and saw it plain, u The sinner must be born acrain," Or drink the wrath of God. 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell, How Jesus conquered death and hell, And broke the fowler's snare ; Yet, when I foimd this tnith remain, '• The sinner must be born again," I sunk in deep despair. 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, The gracious Saviour passed this way, And felt his pity move ; The sinner, by his justice slain, .Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love. Samsvn Ockurn, 1700. Altered by Asahel Nettleton, 1825. 395 EECONCILIATION. l)-X»). The blind Man h, aid, 1 1 ft Mercy, O thou Son of David ! " Thus the blind Bartinieus prayed ; u Others by thy word are saved, " Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him. But he called the louder still ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him. — u Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live ; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give : 4 " Lord ! remove this grievous blindness, " Let mine eyes behold the day ! " Straight he saw. and. won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. 5 Oh ! methinks, I hear him praising, Publishing to all around, '• Friends ! is not my case amazing ? " TThat a Saviour I have found ! 6 " Oh ! that all the blind but knew him, " And would be advised by me ! " Surely would they hasten to him. " He would cause them all to see." John Nevcton, 1779. UG. Look inn to the Cross. 8s 6 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend ! 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood : Precious drops ! my soul bedewing. Plead, and claim my peace, with God. 396 647 648 PAEDON FOUND. 3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye. 4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze ; Love I much? — I Ve much forgiven, — I 'm a miracle of grace. 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I rll bathe ; Constant still in faith abiding. — Life deriving from his death. James Allen, 1757. Altered by Walter Shirley, 1776. • The Surrender. 8s, 7a & 4, 1 Welcome, welcome, dear Eedeemer ! Welcome to this heart of mine ; Lord ! I make a full surrender, Every power and thought be thine ; Thine entirely, — Through eternal ages thine. 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear ; Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near : — Shout, O Zion ! Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here. W M , 1794. Forsakiwj all for Chrixt. 8s & 7s. 1 Jesus ! I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, All I 've sought, and hoped, and known ! Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own. 397 RECONCILIATION. 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour, too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like man, untrue ; And, while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might ! Foes may hate, and friends may shun me ; Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ! Come disaster, scorn, aud pain ! In thy service, pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain : I have called thee, — " Abba, Father ! " I have stayed my heart on thee : Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me ; ' T will but drive me to thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest : Oh ! 't is not in grief to harm me ; While thy love is left to me ; Oh ! 'A were not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Henry Francis Lyte, 1829. 04*7. Much forgiven. 8s & 7* 1 Hail ! my ever blessed Jesus ! Only thee I wish to sing ; To my soul, thy name is precious, Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King : Oh ! what mercy flows from heaven ! Oh ! what joy and happiness ! Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ; I 'm a miracle of grace. 2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay ; Swift destruction still pursuing, 398 650 PAEDON FOUND. Till my Saviour passed by : Witness, all ye host of heaven, My Redeemer's tenderness ; Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ; I 'm a miracle of grace. Shout, ye bright angelic choir ! Praise the Lamb enthroned above : Whilst, astonished, I admire God's free grace, and boundless love That blest moment, I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace : Love I much ? I 've much forgiven ; I 'm a miracle of grace. John Wiwjrove, 1806. Yielding to-Day. 7s 4; 6a. 1 To-day thy mercy calls me, To wash away my sin ; However great my trespass, "Whate'er I may have been, However long from mercy I may have turned away, Thy blood, O Christ ! can cleanse me, And make me white to-day. 2 To-day thy gate is open, And all who enter in Shall find a Father's welcome, And pardon for their sin ; The past shall be forgotten, A present joy be given, A further grace be promised — A glorious crown in heaven. 3 To-day the Father calls me ; The Holy Spirit waits ; The blessed angels gather Around the heavenly gates ; No question will be asked me, How often I have come ; 399 RECONCILIATION. 651. Although I oft have wandered, It is my Father's home. Oswald Allen, 1862. The Convert's Blessedness. 7s & 6a 1 I 've found a joy in sorrow, A secret balm for pain, A beautiful to-morrow Of sunshine after rain ; I 've found a branch of healing, Near every bitter spring ; A whispered promise stealing O'er every broken string. 2 I 've found a glad hosanna For every woe and wail, A handful of sweet manna, When grapes from Eshcol fail ; I 've found a Rock of ages, When desert wells were dry ; And, after weary stages, I 've found an Elim nigh ; — ■ 3 An Elim, with its coolness, Its fountains, and its shade, A blessing in its fullness, When buds of promise fade ; O ex tears of soft contrition, I 've seen a rainbow light, A glory and fruition, So near — yet out of sight. i My Saviour ! thee possessing, We have the joy, the balm, The healing and the blessing, The sunshine and the psalm, The promise for the fearful, The Elim for the faint, The rainbow for the tearful, The glory for the saint. Mrs. Jane [Fox] Crcwdson, 1S60. 400 652 PAKDON* FOUND. Repentance at the Cross. 7s. 1 Jesus, Lamb of God ! for me, Thou, the Lord of life, didst die ; Whither — whither, but to thee, Can a trembling sinner fly ? Death's dark waters o'er me roll, Save, Oh ! save my sinking soul ! 2 Never bowed a martyred head Weighed with equal sorrow down ; Never blood so rich was shed, Never king wore such a crown ; To thy cross and sacrifice Faith now lifts her tearful eyes. 3 All my soul, by love subdued, Melts in deep contrition there ; By thy mighty grace renewed, New-born hope forbids despair : Lord ! thou canst my guilt forgive, Thou hast bid me look and live. 4 While with broken heart I kneel, Sinks the inward storm to rest ; Life — immortal life — I feel Kindled in my throbbing breast ; Thine — for ever thine — I am ; Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! Ray Palmer, 1865. \)0O% Thine for ever. 7a. 1 Thine for ever — God of love ! Hear us from thy throne above ; Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity. 2 Thine for ever — Lord of life ! Shield us through the earthly strife ; Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way. Guide us to the realms of day. 26 401 654. RECONCILIATION. jr — Oh ! how blest They who find in thee their rest ; Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend ! Oh ! defend us to the end. Thine for ever — Saviour ! keep These thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath thy care, Let us all thy goodness share. Mrs. Mary Fawler Maude, 1848. Darkness turned to Light. 7s, 1 Boundless glory, Lord ! be thine ; Thou hast made the darkness shine ; Thou hast sent a cheering ray ; Thou hast turned our night to day. 2 Darkness long involved us round, Till we knew the joyful sound ; Then our darkness fled away, — Chased by truth's celestial ray. 3 They are blessed, and none beside, — They, who in the truth abide ; Clear, the light that marks their way — Leading to eternal day. 4 Ye, who walk this heavenly road, Hasting to the saint's abode ! See how bright it shines above ! There appears the God of love. Thomas Kelly, 1809. f* K p \)fJ'J» Resignation to Christ. S. M. 1 And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive ? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield, I can hold out no more ; I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee, Conqueror ! 402 656 PARDON FOUND. Though late, I all forsake ; My friends, rny all resign : Gracious Redeemer ! take, Oh ! take, And seal me ever thine ! Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove ; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. My one desire be this, Thine only love to know ; To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below. My Life, my Portion thou ! Thou all-sufficient art ; My Hope, my heavenly Treasure ! now Enter and keep my heart. Charles Wesley, 1740. Submission to Christ. 1 Jesus ! I come to thee, A sinner doomed to die ; My only refuge is thy cross, — Here at thy feet I lie. 2 Can mercy reach my case, And all my sins remove ? Break, O my God ! this heart of stone, And melt it by thy love. 3 Too long my soul has gone, Far from my God, astray ; I 've sported on the brink of hell, In sin's delusive way. 4 But, Lord ! my heart is fixed, — I hope in thee alone ; Break off the chains of sin and death, And bind me to thy throne. 5 Thy blood can cleanse my heart, Thy hand can wipe my tears ; — 403 RECONCILIATION. G57 G58. Oh ! send thy blessed Spirit down, To banish all my fears. Nathan S. S. Beman, 1832 Psalm 32. S M. 1 On ! blessed souls are they, Whose sins are covered o'er ; — Divinely blessed, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. 2 They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I concealed my guilt, I felt the festering wound ; Till I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. Isaac Watts, 1719. Lost but found. S. M. 1 I was a wandering 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 roam. 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild : They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, — 'T was he, that loved my soul ; 404 PARDON FOUND. 'T was he, that washed me in his hlood, 'T was he, that made me whole : 'T was he, that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ; 'T was he, that brought me to the fold, 'T is he, that still doth keep. 4 I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled ; But now I love my Shepherd'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 love his home. Horatius Bonar, 1845. \)*J*s • Pilgrimage begun. S. M. 1 From Egypt lately come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek our new, our better home, Where we our rest shall gain : To Canaan's sacred bound We haste, with songs of joy ; Where peace and liberty are found, And sweets that never cloy. 2 Our toils and conflicts cease, On Canaan's happy shore ; We there shall dwell in endless peace, And never hunger more : There, in celestial strains, Enraptured myriads sing ; There love in every bosom reigns, For God himself is King. 3 We soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share, And sing the everlasting song, With all the ransomed there : 405 600. EECONCILIATION. How sweet the prospect is ! It cheers the pilgrim's breast ; We 're journeying through the wilderness, But soon shall gain our rest. Thomas Kelly, 1809. Jesus is mine. 6s & 4a 1 Now I have found a Friend ; Jesus is mine ; — His love shall never end ; Jesus is mine : Though earthly joys decrease, Though earthly friendships cease, Now I have lasting peace ; Jesus is mine. 2 Though I grow poor and old, Jesus is mine ; Though I grow faint and cold, Jesus is mine : He shall my wants supply ; His precious blood is nigh, Naught can my hope destroy ; Jesus is mine. 3 When earth shall pass away, — Jesus is mine, — In the great judgment day, — Jesus is mine, — Oh ! what a glorious thing, Then to behold my King, On tuneful harp to sing, Jesus is mine. 4 Father ! thy name I bless ; Jesus is mine ; Thine was the sovereign grace ; Praise shall be thine ; Spirit of holiness ! Sealing the Father's grace, 400 661 PAKDON FOUND. Thou mad'st my soul embrace Jesus, as mine. Henry Hope, 1852. Parting tcith the World. Ca & 4a. 1 Pass away, earthly joy ! — Jesus is mine ! Break every mortal tie ; Jesus is mine : Dark is the wilderness ; Distant the resting-place ; Jesus alone can bless ; Jesus is mine. 2 Tempt not my soul away ; Jesus is mine : Here would I ever stay ; Jesus is mine : Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day ! Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine. 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night ! Jesus is mine : Mine is a dawning bright, Jesus is mine : All, that my soul has tried, Left but a dismal void ; Jesus has satisfied ; Jesus is mine. 4 Farewell, mortality ! Jesus is mine : Welcome, eternity ! Jesus is mine : Welcome, ye scenes of rest ! Welcome, ye mansions blest ! Welcome, a Saviour's breast ; Jesus is mine. Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845. 407 RECONCILIATION. OOZ. The divine Mercy. Hsu 1 Thy mercy, my God ! is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue ; Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast. 2 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart : Dissolved by thy sunshine, I fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 3 Dear Father ! thy merciful word is my all ; Thy promise supports me when ready to fall ; When enemies crowd, to cause doubt and despair, I conquer them all by the spirit of prayer. 4 Thy mercy, in Jesus, exempts me from hell ; Thy mercy I '11 sing, of thy mercy I '11 tell ; 'T was Jesus, my Friend, when he hung on the tree, That opened the channel of mercy for me. 5 Great Father of mercies ! thy goodness I own, And the covenant love of thy crucified Son : All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine. John Stocker, 1776. "vi)» Jehovah Jesus, All in All. lis. 1 I once was a stranger to grace and to God ; I knew not my danger, and felt not my load ; Tho' friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree ; Jehovah, my Saviour, was nothing to me. 2 When free grace awoke me by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me ; I trembled to die : No refuge, no safety, in self could I see: Jehovah ! thou only my Saviour must be. 3 My terrors all vanished before the sweet name ; My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free : Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. Rtfbert M. McCheyne, 1834, a. 408 PAEDON FOUND. 664 " Macht koch die Thiir, die Thor macht weit." L. y 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates ! Behold ! the King of glory waits ! The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here. 2 Life and salvation doth he bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing : Eternal praise, my God ! to thee ! Creator ! wise is thy decree ! 3 Fling wide the portals of your heart, Make it a temple, set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy. 4 So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin ; Eternal praise, my God ! be thine, For word, and deed, and grace divine. 5 Redeemer ! come ; I open wide My heart to thee ; here, Lord ! abide ; Let me thine inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal. 6 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on Until our glorious goal be won ! Eternal praise, eternal fame, Be offered, Saviour ! to thy name ! Ger., George Wcissel, 1635. Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1S5S G65. "Gott rufct noch! ' L M. 1 God calling yet ! — shall I not hear ? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? Shall life's swift passing years all ily, And still my soul in slumbers lie ? 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 ? 409 6G6. GG7 RECONCILIATION. 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 ? God calling yet ! — I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay ; Vain world ! farewell ; from thee I part ; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Ger., Gerhard Tersteegcn, 1730. Tr., Jane Borthwick, 1853, o. The Joy unknown in Heaven. L. M. 1 Trembling, before thine awful throne, O Lord ! in dust my sins I own : Justice and mercy for my life Contend ; Oh ! smile, and heal the strife. 2 The Saviour smiles ; — upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; His voice proclaims my pardon found ; Seraphic transport wings the sound ! 3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven, — The new-born peace of sins forgiven : Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels ! never dimmed your sight. 4 But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge shall be mine ; Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear. Augustus L. Hillhouse, 1822. Parting with carnal Joys. L. M. 1 I send the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind ! False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair: 410 668 PABDON FOUND. And whilst I listened to your song, Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 3 Lord! I adore thy matchless grace, That warned me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. 4 Now, to the shining realms above, I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes ; Oh! for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies. 5 There, from the bosom of my God, Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. Isaac Watts, 1707. Renouncing All for Christ. L. M. 1 Come, Saviour, Jesus! from above; Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love. And for thyself prepare the place. 2 Oh ! let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free, Which pants to have no other will, But day and night to feast on thee. 3 That path, with humble speed, I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine ; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine. 4 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul; Possess it thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 5 Nothing on earth do I desire, But thy pure love within my breast; 411 669 RECONCILIATION. This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest. From the French, John Wesley, 1739. Entire Consecration. L. M. 1 Now I resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. 2 Oh! be his service all my joy! — Around let my example shine, Till others love the blest employ, And join in labors so divine. 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to his supreme control, And, in his kind commands, rejoice. 4 Oh ! may I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave his sacred ways ; Great God ! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. Anne Steele, 1760. 670 Just as I am. L. M. 1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 412 PAEDON FOUND. Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God ! I come — 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 come ! Just as I am ; thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down ; Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God ! I come, I come ! Charlotte Elliott, 1S36. 671. G72 Christ and his B.vjhiecu