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HYMNS 
 
 COLLECTED FROM 
 
 VARIOUS AUTHORS. 
 
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 " Qualis in natos placidi parentis 
 Lenitas, talis Domini benigni est, 
 Quisquis illius pietate veri, 
 
 Nomen adorat." Psa. cut. 
 
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 May 21st. 181 r. 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 COLLECTED 
 
 FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS. 
 
 HYMN 1. (CM) Hart. 
 
 Prayer for spiritual aid. 
 
 1 ^~\NCE more we come before our 
 \JP Once more thy blessing ask, [God ; 
 Oh, may no duty seem a load, 
 
 No worship prove a task. 
 
 2 May we receive the word we hear, 
 
 Each in an honest heart ; 
 Hoard up the precious treasure there, 
 And never with it part. 
 
 3 Bid the refreshing north -wind wake ; 
 
 Say to the south-wind, blow : 
 Let ev'ry plant the pow'r partake. 
 And all the garden grow. 
 B 
 
io HYMN II. 
 
 4 Revive the parch'd with heav'nly show'rs, 
 
 The cold with warmth divine ; 
 And as the benefit is ours, 
 Be all the glory thine. 
 
 HYMN 2. (L. M.) Watts' Lyrics. 
 
 The Creator exalted above all firaise. 
 
 1 TO TI1RNAL Pow'r ! whose high, 
 J[j abode 
 
 Becomes the majesty of God ; 
 Infinite lengths beyond the bounds 
 Where stars revolve their little rounds ! 
 
 2 Far in the depths of space, thy throne 
 Burns with a lustre all its own : 
 
 In shining ranks beneath thy feet, 
 Angelic pow'rs and splendours meet. 
 
 5 Lord, what shall feeble mortals do ? 
 We would adore our Maker too : 
 In sin and dust to thee we cry, 
 
 . The Great, the Holy, and the High ! 
 
 4 Something we learn from nature's frame : 
 Thy word has more reveal'd thy name : 
 Yet still the glories of thy mind, 
 Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 
 
 5 God is in heav'n, and man below : 
 Short be our tunes, our words be few : 
 A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, 
 And praise sits silent on our tongues. 
 
HYMN HI, IV. 11 
 
 HYMN 3. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 The humble worship of creatures. 
 
 1 |^< RE AT King of kings, eternal God, 
 \ JT Shall mortal creatures dare to raise 
 Their songs to thy supreme abode, - 
 And join with angels in thy praise ? 
 
 2 Man, oh how far remov'd below ! 
 Wrapt in the shades of gloomy night ; 
 His brightest day can only show 
 
 A few faint streaks of distant light. 
 
 3 Behold ! The bright, the morning star 
 Rising shall chase the shades away ; 
 His beams resplendent from afar, 
 Promise a sweet immortal day. 
 
 4 To him our longing eyes we raise, 
 
 Our guide to Thee, the Great Unknown ; 
 Through him, O may our humble praise 
 Accepted rise before thy throne. 
 
 HYMN 4. (L. M.) An Oxonian. 
 
 The kingdom of Providence. 
 
 1 f^\ REATGod! at whose all -povv'rful 
 
 \JT call 
 
 At first arose this beauteous frame, 
 By thee the seasons change, and all 
 The changing seasons speak thy name. 
 
 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year, 
 From winter storms recover'd, rise ; 
 
12 HYMN V. 
 
 When thousand grateful scenes appear, 
 Fresh op'ning to our wond'ring eyes. 
 
 3 O how delightful 'tis to see 
 The earth in vernal beauty drest ! 
 While ineabh herb, and flow'r, and tree. 
 Thy blooming glories shine confest ; 
 
 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun, 
 And light and genial heat conveys ; 
 And, while he leads the seasons on, 
 From thee derives his quick 'ning rays. 
 
 5 Around us, from the teeming fit Id, 
 Springs the rich grain, or purpled vine ; 
 At thy command they rise, to yield 
 The strengthening bread, or cheering wine. 
 
 6 Indulgent God ! from ev'ry part 
 Thy plenteous blessings largely flow ; 
 We see, we taste, make every 'heart 
 With gratitude, and love to glow. 
 
 HYMN 5. (C. M.) Steele. • 
 
 Meditation on Providence. 
 
 HY wisdom, power, and goodness, 
 
 T 
 
 In all thy works appear : [Lord ! 
 
 But most should man thy praise record, — 
 Man, thy distinguished care ! 
 
 From thee, the breath of life he drew ; 
 
 That breath thy povv'r maintains ; 
 Thy tender mercy, ever new, 
 
 His mortal frame sustains. 
 
HYMN Vf. 13 
 
 3 Yet nobler favours claim his praise, 
 Of reason's light possess'd ; 
 By revelation's brightest rays 
 Still more divinely bless'd. 
 
 Thy providence his constant guard, 
 When threat'ning woes impend, 
 
 Or will th' impending dangers ward, 
 Or timely succours lend, 
 
 5 On us thy Providence has shone, 
 
 With gentle smiling rays ; 
 O may our lips and lives make known 
 Thy .goodness, and thy praise ! 
 
 HYMN 6. (C- M.) Boyse. 
 
 Past providences reviewed. 
 
 1 1 I7HEN o*er the trodden paths of 
 
 W Backwards I turn mine eyes, [life, 
 What varied scenes, throughout the road, 
 Awaken my surprise ! 
 
 2 Thousands, to whom my natal hour 
 
 Imparted vital breath, 
 Just look'd on life, and clos'd their eyes, 
 In the fast sleep of death. 
 
 6 Thousands, who climb'd to manhood's 
 
 Safe thro' unnumber'd snares, [stage, 
 Travell'd not far, before they sunk, 
 Amidst its thorns, and cares* 
 
 4 Follow 'd through ev'ry changing stage. 
 With goodness all my days, 
 
14 HYMN VII. 
 
 Deny me not a heart to love, 
 A tongue to speak thy praise. 
 
 5 Ten thousand thousand thanks to thee 
 I owe, my gracious God ! 
 Oh ! may I join those endless songs, 
 That fill thy blest abode. 
 
 HYMN r. (S. M.) Watts' Lyrics- 
 
 God the object of all homage. 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY Maker, God ! 
 J\^ How wondrous is thy name ! 
 Thy glories how diffus'd abroad, 
 
 Through the creation's frame 1 
 
 2 Nature in every dress 
 Her humble homage pays, 
 
 And finds a thousand ways t' express 
 Thine undisstmbled 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 The very songs I frame, 
 Are faithless to thy cause, 
 
 And steal the honours of thy name, 
 To build their own applause. 
 
 5 [Thus pride, that busy sin, 
 Spoils all that I perform, 
 
 Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, 
 And swells a haughty worm.] 
 
HYMN VIII. 15 
 
 Create my soul anew, 
 Else all my worship's vain ; 
 This wretched heart will ne'er be true, 
 Until 'tis form'd again, 
 
 Let joy and worship spend 
 The remnant of my days ; 
 And to my God, my soul ascend 
 In sweet perfumes of praise. 
 
 HYMN 8. (S.M.) Stennett. 
 
 The King of saints. 
 
 HOW glorious is the place, 
 Where our Redeemer, God, 
 Unveils the beauties of his face, 
 And sheds his love abroad ! 
 
 High on the mercy-seat, 
 With radiant glory crown'd, 
 The eye of faith beholds him sit, 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 To him our prayers and cries 
 Each humble soul presents : 
 He listens to our broken sighs, 
 And grants us all our wants. 
 
 To us his sov'reign will 
 He graciously imparts : 
 And in return accepts, with smiles, 
 The tribute of our hearts, 
 
 Give me, O Lord, a place 
 Within thy blest abode, 
 
16 HYMN IX, X. 
 
 Among the children of thy grace, 
 The servants of my God. 
 
 HYMN 9 (S M.) Hart. 
 
 The mercy and justice of God. 
 
 1 FTP! H Y mercy, Lord, we praise ; 
 
 R Of all thy judgments sing : 
 And for the riches of thy grace 
 Our grateful tribute bring. 
 
 2 Thy mercies bid us trust ; 
 
 Thy judgments strike with awe : 
 We know our condemnation's just. 
 And yet we love thy law. 
 
 3 Who can thy deeds express ? 
 Or trace thy wondrous ways ? 
 
 How glorious is thy holiness ! 
 
 How terrible thy praise ! 
 i Thy goodness how immense, 
 
 To those who fear thy name ! 
 Thy love surpasses thought, or sense; 
 
 Unchangeably the same. 
 
 > Thy judgments are too deep 
 For reason's line to sound ; 
 Thy tender mercies to thy sheep, 
 No bottom know, nor bound. 
 
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 XX i 
 
 HYMN 10. (L.M.) 
 
 The majesty and glory of God. 
 
 OD sits enthroned amidst the spheres, 
 And glory like a garment wears ; 
 
HYMN XI. 17 
 
 While boundless wisdom, pow'r and grace, 
 Command our awe, transcend our praise. 
 
 2 Before his throne a shining band 
 Or cherubs, and of seraphs stand ; 
 Ethereal spirits, who in flight 
 Outstrip the rapid speed of light. 
 
 3 To God all nature owes its birth, 
 
 He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth ; 
 He rais'd the glorious arch on high, 
 And measur'd out the azure sky. 
 
 4 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
 Almighty pow'r with wisdom shines ; 
 His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, 
 Bear the great impress of his name. 
 
 5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise, 
 And chase the darkness from mine eyes ; 
 Now let thy beams of glory shine, 
 And fill my soul with light divine. 
 
 HYMN 11. (L.M.) 
 
 God eternal and unchangeable, 
 
 1 A, LMIGHTY, self-existent God, 
 f\ Who all creation dost sustain ! 
 Thou wast, and art, and art to come, 
 And everlasting is thy reign ! 
 
 2 Fix'd and eternal as thy days, 
 Each glorious attribute divine, 
 Through ages infinite, shall still 
 With undiminished lustre shine. 
 
18 HYMN XII. 
 
 3 Fountain of being, Source of good, 
 Immutable thou dost remain ; 
 
 Nor can the shadow of a change 
 Obscure the glories of thy reign. 
 
 4 Nature her order may reverse, 
 Revolving seasons cease their round ; 
 Nor spring appear with blooming pride, 
 Nor autumn be with plenty crown'd ; 
 
 5 Yon shining orbs forget their course, 
 The sun his destin'd path forsake, 
 And burning desolation mark, 
 Amid the worlds, his devious track. 
 
 6 Earth shall with all her pow'rs dissolve, 
 When^uch the great (Dreator's will : 
 But thou for ever art the same, 
 
 I Am is thy memorial still. 
 
 HYMN 12. (L. M.) Scott. 
 Incomprehensibility of God — Job xi. 7. 
 
 1 \T7HAT finite pow'r, with ceaseless 
 W toil, 
 
 Can fathom the eternal mind ? 
 Who can th' Almighty Three and One, 
 By searching to perfection find ? 
 
 3 Angels and men in vain may raise 
 Harmonious, their adoring songs ; 
 Their lab 'ring thoughts sink down opprest, 
 And praises die upon their tongues. 
 
 3 Immensely far bryond their ken, 
 His matchless, countless glories rise, 
 
HYMN XIII. 19 
 
 And clouds and darkness veil his face, 
 From the most penetrating eyes. 
 4 Yet would I lift my trembling voice, 
 A portion of his ways to sing ; 
 And, mingling with his meanest works, 
 My humble, grateful tribute bring. 
 
 HYMN 13. (CM.) Beck's Col. 
 The Divine Messenger of the covenant.— -Mai. iii. 1 . 
 
 1 TESUS, commission'd from above, 
 t| Descends to men below ; 
 
 And shows from whence the springs of 
 In endless currents flow. [love 
 
 2 He, whom the boundless heaven adores, 
 
 Whom angels long to see, 
 Quitted with joy those blissful shores^ 
 Ambassador to me ! 
 
 [3 To me, a worm, a sinful clod, 
 A rebel all forlorn — 
 A foe, a traitor to my God, 
 And of a traitor born ;] 
 
 4 To me, who never sought his grace, 
 
 Who mock'd his sacred word ; 
 Who neither knew nor lov'd his face ; 
 And all his will abhor'd ; 
 
 5 To me, who could not even praise, 
 
 When his kind heart I knew ; 
 But sought a thousand devious ways, 
 Rather than keep the true. 
 
20 HYMN XIV. 
 
 6 Yet this redeeming angel came, 
 So vile a worm to bless ; 
 He took with cheerfulness my shame, 
 And gave his righteousness. 
 
 HYMN 14. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 The goodness of God. 
 
 1 f j^HE praises of my God, my King, 
 
 JL While I have life or breath to sing, 
 Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue, 
 Till heav'n improve the blissful song. 
 
 2 No more in princes vainly trust, 
 Frail sons of earth ! man is but dust ; 
 With all his pride, with all his pow'r, 
 The helpless creature of an hour. 
 
 3 Happy the man, whose hopes divine 
 On Israel's cov'nant God recline ! 
 Who can with sacred transport say, 
 This God is mine, my help, my stay ! 
 
 4 His justice favours them who mourn 
 Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn ; 
 The hungry poor his hand sustains, 
 And breaks the wretched captive's chains. 
 
 5 To sightless eyes, long clos'd in night, 
 His touch restores the joys of light ; 
 And mourners rais'd confess his care, 
 He loves the humble and sincere. 
 
 6 If wand'ring strangers friendless roam, 
 Divine protection is their home : 
 
HYMN XV, XVI. 21 
 
 The Lord relieves the widow's cares, 
 And dries the weeping orphan's tears. 
 
 HYMN 15. (C. M.) Gibbons. 
 
 Goodness of God — Jor. xxxi. 12. 
 
 1 f I 'iHY goodness, Lord, our souls con- 
 
 Thy goodness we adore ; [fess ; 
 A spring, whose blessings never fail — 
 A sea, without a shore ! 
 
 2 Sun, moon and stars, thy love attest 
 
 In ev'ry golden ray, 
 Love'draws the curtains of the night, 
 And love brings back the day. 
 
 3 Thy bounty ev'ry season crowns, 
 
 With all the bliss it yields ; 
 With joyful clusters loads the vines, 
 With strength'ning grain the fields. 
 
 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,' 
 
 Is in the gospel seen ; 
 There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, 
 Without a cloud between. 
 
 5 Pardon, acceptance, peace and joy, 
 
 Thro' Jesus' name are giv'n. 
 He on the cross was lifted high, 
 That we might reign in heav'n, 
 
 HYMN 16. (L.M.) Steele. 
 
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 The Intercessor Heb. vii. 25. 
 
 E lives, the great Redeemer lives ; 
 What joy the blest assurance gives 
 
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22 HYMN XVII. 
 
 And now before hiss Father God, 
 Pleads the full merits of his blood. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
 
 And justice, arm'd with frowns, appears ; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts! 
 Above our fears, above our faults ; 
 
 His pow'rful intercessions rise, 
 And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 
 
 4 In ev'ry dark, distressful hour, 
 When sin and Satan join their pow'r ; 
 Let this firm hope repel the dart, 
 That Jesus bears us on his heart. 
 
 5 Great advocate, almighty Friend ! 
 On thee our humble hopes depend ! 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
 For Jesus, pleads, and must prevail. 
 
 HYMN 17. (L. M.) R 
 
 The mercy and grace of God. 
 
 V FTMIS grace that quickens me when 
 k dead, 
 
 Grace can my soul to Jesus lead ; 
 Grace brings me pardon for my sin — 
 'Tis grace subdues my lusts within. 
 
 2 'Tis grace that sweetens ev'ry cross, 
 'Tis grace supports in ev'ry loss ; 
 Lord in thy grace my soul is strong — 
 Grace is my hope and Christ my song. 
 
HYMN XVIII. 23 
 
 3 'Tis grace defends when danger's near ; 
 By grace alone I persevere ; 
 
 'Tis grace constrains my soul to love — 
 Free grace is all they sing above. 
 
 4 Thus 'tis alone of grace I boast, 
 And 'tis in s^race alone I trust ; 
 
 For all that's past, grace is my theme — 
 For what's to come 'tis still the same. 
 
 5 Thro' endless years, of grace I'll sing, 
 Adore and bless my heav'nly King; 
 I'll cast my crown before his throne, 
 And shout free grace to him alone. 
 
 HYMN 18. (CM.) Addison. 
 
 Gratitude for mercies. 
 
 1 TT7HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 Y j My rising soul surveys ? 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 2 Unnumber'd comforts on my head, 
 
 Thy tender care bestow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd, 
 From whom those blessings flow'd, 
 
 3 To all my weak complaints and cries, 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
 To form themselves in pray'r. 
 
 4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 
24 HYMN XIX. 
 
 Thine arm unseen convey 'd me safe, 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 6 Through ev'ry period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 Thy mercy still explore. 
 
 HYMN 19. (L. M.) Scott. 
 
 Unchangeableness of Divine Goodness. 
 
 1 T^TE'ER shall the shadow of a change 
 
 j^l Obscure the Origin of Light, 
 Nor can the hopes, which truth has rais'd, 
 Lie bury'd in eternal night. 
 
 2 The laws of nature may reverse ; 
 Revolving seasons cease their round ; 
 Nor spring appear in blooming pride 
 Nor autumn be with plenty crown'd : 
 
 3 Yon shining orbs forget their course ; 
 The sun his destin'd path forsake, 
 And nature lose her rapid force, 
 Creatures in God no change can make, 
 
 4 Calm as the summer's ocean we 
 While grace secures us an abode, 
 Can all the wreck of nature see, 
 Unshaken as the throne of God. 
 
HYMN XX. 25 
 
 [5 What, tho' my heavenly Father frown, 
 And check my follies with the rod ; 
 Unchangeable his cov'nant stands, 
 Confirm 'd by oath, andseaPd with blood.] 
 
 HYMN 20. (CM.) Blacklock. 
 
 Omnipresence. 
 
 O thee Great God, my devious ways, 
 
 T 
 
 In open view appear ; 
 Nor steals a whisper from my lips 
 Without thy list'ning ear. 
 
 2 Behind I glance, and thou art there ; 
 
 Before me shines thy name ; 
 And 'tis thy strong, Almighty hand 
 Sustains my tender frame. 
 
 3 Such* knowledge mocks the vain essays 
 
 Of my astonish'd mind ; 
 Nor can my reason's soaring eye 
 Its tow'ring summit find. 
 
 4 Where from thy spirit, shall I stretch 
 
 The pinions of my flight ? 
 Or where, thro' nature's spacious range, 
 Shall I elude thy sight ? 
 
 5 If on a morning's darting ray, 
 
 With matchless speed I rode, 
 And flew to distant western shores 
 Which bound the ocean's flood. 
 
 6 Thither thine hand, all-present God, 
 
 Must guide the wondrous way, 
 
 G2 
 
26 HYMN XXI. 
 
 And thine Omnipotence support 
 The fabric of my clay. 
 
 7 Should I enwrap myself around 
 
 With clouds of tenfold night, 
 The clouds would shine like blazing noon, 
 Before thy piercing sight, 
 
 8 One glance of thine, eternal Lord, 
 
 Pierces all nature through ; 
 Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell, afford 
 A shelter from thy view ! 
 
 HYxMN 21. (C. M.) Watts' Lyric*. 
 
 Divine Sovereignty. 
 
 1 "fZ" EEP silence, all created things ; 
 J^ And wait your Maker's nod : 
 
 My soul stands trembling, while she sings 
 The honours of her God. 
 
 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 
 
 Hang on his firm decree : 
 He sits on no precarious throne, 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 3 Th' Almighty voice bade ancient night 
 
 Her boundless realms resign, 
 And lo, unnumber'd globes of light 
 In fields of azure shine. 
 
 4 Now wisdom with superior sway, 
 
 Guides the vast moving frame, 
 Whilst all the ranks of beings pay 
 Deep rev'rence to his name. 
 
HYMN XXII. . 27 
 
 5 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, 
 
 With all the fates of men, 
 With every angel's form and size, 
 Drawn by th' eternal pen. 
 
 6 His providence unfolds the book, 
 
 And makes his councils shine ; 
 Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke 
 Fulfils some deep design. 
 
 7 Here, he exalts neglected worms 
 
 To sceptres and a crown : 
 And there, the foil' wing page he turns. 
 And treads the monarch down. 
 
 8 Not Gabriel asks the reason why ; 
 
 Nor God the reason gives : 
 
 Nor dares the fa v 'rite angel pry 
 
 Between the folded leaves. 
 
 9 In thy fair book of life and grace, 
 
 O may I find my name 
 Recorded in some humble place, 
 Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 
 
 HYMN 22. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 Divine Sovereignty ^ and human mortality. 
 
 1 " ORD thou hast been thy children's 
 I A God, 
 
 All-pow'rful, wise, and good, and just, 
 In every age their safe abode, 
 Their hope, their refuge, and their trust. 
 
 52 Before thy word gave nature birth, 
 Or spread the starry heavens abroad, 
 
28 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 Or form'd the varied face of earth, 
 From everlasting thou art God. 
 
 3 Destruction waits thy awful word, 
 While mortal hope expiring mourns ; 
 Obedient nature owns her Lord, 
 And dying man to dust returns. 
 
 4 Great Father of Eternity, 
 How short are ages in thy sight ! 
 
 A thousand years, how swift they fly, 
 Like one short silent watch of night ! 
 
 5 Thine anger, like a swelling flood, 
 Comes o'er the world with dreadful sway, 
 The tempest speaks the offended God, 
 And sweeps the guilty race away. 
 
 6 Teach us to count our short'ning days, 
 And with true diligence apply 
 
 Our hearts, to wisdom's sacred ways, 
 That we may learn to live and die. 
 
 HYMN 23. (L. M.) Watts' Lyrics. 
 
 God sufireme and self-sufficient, 
 
 1 "V)f 7" HAT is our G ^ ° r what his 
 
 W name, 
 
 Nor men can learn, nor angels teach ; 
 He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame, 
 Where neither eyes, nor thoughts can 
 reach; 
 
 2 The spacious worlds of heav'nly light, 
 Compar'd with him, how short they fall ! 
 
HYMN XXIV. 29 
 
 They are too dark, and he too bright ; 
 Nothing are they, and God is all. 
 
 3 He spoke the wondrous word, and lo I 
 Creation rose at his command ; 
 Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, 
 Bound in the hollow of his hand. 
 
 4 There rests the earth,there roll the spheres, 
 There nature leans, and feels her prop : 
 But his own self-sufficience bears 
 
 The weight of his own glories up. 
 
 5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 
 Measuring their changes by the moon; 
 No ebb his sea of glory knows ; 
 
 His age is one eternal noon. 
 
 6 Then fly, my theme, an endless round, 
 The lofty tune let Gabriel raise ; 
 
 All nature dwell upon the sound, 
 But we can ne'er fulfil the praise. 
 
 HYMN 24. (L. M.) Beddome. 
 
 The ?visdo?n of God. 
 
 1 "V1TAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's 
 
 \\ will : 
 
 Tumultuous passions, all be still ! 
 Nor let a murm'ring thought arise ; 
 His ways are just, his counsels wise. 
 
 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
 Performs his work, the cause conceals ; 
 But, though his methods are unknown, 
 Judgment and truth support his throne. 
 
30 HYMN XXV. 
 
 3 In heav'n, and earth, and air, and seas, 
 He executes his firm decrees ; 
 
 And, by his saints, it stands confest, 
 That what he does is ever best. 
 
 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait 
 Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
 And 'midst the terrors of his rod, 
 Trust in a wise and gracious God. 
 
 HYMN 25. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Praise for the blessings of firovidence and grace. 
 Psalm cxxxix. 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord, 
 f\ Kind Guardian of my days, 
 
 Thy mercies let my heart record 
 In songs of grateful praise. 
 
 2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame 
 
 Was thy indulgent care, 
 Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 
 Or breathe the infant prayer. 
 
 3 [Around my path what dangers rose ! 
 
 What snares spread all my road ! 
 No pow'r could guard me from my foes, 
 But my preserver, God. 
 
 4 How many blessings round me shone, 
 
 Where'er I turn'd my eye ! 
 How many past, almost unknown, 
 Or unregarded lie !] 
 
HYMN XXVI. 31 
 
 5 Each rolling year new favours brought 
 
 From thy exhaustless store ; 
 But ah ! in vain my lab'ring thought 
 Would count thy mercies o'er. 
 
 6 More I adore thee, gracious Lord ! 
 
 For favours more divine ; 
 That I have known thy sacred word, 
 Where all thy glories shine. 
 
 7 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, 
 
 And ev'ry weakness dies, 
 Complete the wonders of thy grace. 
 And raise me to the skies. 
 
 8 Then shall my joyful pow'rs unite 
 
 In more exalted lays, 
 And join the happy sons of light 
 In everlasting praise. 
 
 HYMN 26. (L. M.) 
 
 The Presence of God the life and light of the sou,. 
 
 1 l\/fl"YGod, my hope, if thou art mine, 
 J^J Wiry should my soul with sorrow 
 On thee alone I cast my care ; [pine ? 
 O leave me not in dark despair. 
 
 2 Though every comfort should depart, 
 And life forsake this drooping heart ; 
 One smile from thee, one blissful ray, 
 Can chase the shades of death away. 
 
 3 My God, my life, if thou appear, 
 Not death itself can make me fear ; 
 
32 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 Thy presence cheers the sable gloom, 
 And gilds the horrors of the tomb. 
 
 4 Not all its terrors can affri- ht, 
 
 If thou appear, my God, my light ; 
 Thy love shall all my fears control, 
 And glory dawn around my soul. 
 
 5 Should all created blessings fade, 
 And mourning nature, disurray'd 
 Deplore her ev'ry charm withdrawn, 
 Light, hope, and joy for ever gone : 
 
 6 Tho' naught remain below the sky, 
 To please my taste, my ear, my eye, 
 Be thou my hope, my life, my light, 
 Amid the universal night. 
 
 7 My God, be thou forever nigh ; 
 Beneath the radiance of thine eye, 
 My hope, my joy shall ever rise, 
 Nor terminate below the skies. 
 
 HYMN 27. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Divine light. 
 
 1 TJRAISE ye the Lord", of boundless 
 
 With uncreated glories bright, 
 
 His presence gilds the worlds above, 
 
 Th' unchanging source of light and love. 
 
 2 Let there be light, Jehovah said ; 
 And light o'er ali creation spread ; 
 Nature, array'd in charms unknown, 
 Gay with its new-born lustre, shone. 
 
HYMN XXVIII. 33 
 
 S He sees the mind, when lost it lies 
 In shades of ignorance and vice, 
 And darts from heav'n a vivid ray ; 
 He changes midnight into day. 
 
 '4 Shine mighty God in mercy shine, 
 On this benighted heart of mine 
 There be thy brightest glories seal'd, 
 As in my Saviour's face reveal 'd. 
 
 5 Thine image on my soul impressed, 
 In radiant lines, shall stand confess'd, 
 While all my faculties unite 
 To praise the Lord, who gives me light. 
 
 HYMN 28. (C. M.) Cowper. 
 
 The light of the scrifitures. 
 
 1 "%~WTHAT glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 If Majestic like the sun ! 
 It gives a light to ev'ry age ; 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 
 
 His gracious light and heat ; 
 His truths upon the nations rise, 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heav'nly day. 
 
 4 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 
 The paths of truth and love ; 
 D 
 
o4 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 Till glory break upon my view 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
 HYMN 29. (C. M.) Steele. 
 Excellency of the bible. — Ps. cxix. 97. 
 
 1 ' WJH ATHER of mercies, in thy word 
 
 |j What endless glory shines ! 
 For ever be thy name ador'd 
 For these celestial lines ! 
 
 2 Here may the wretched sons of want 
 
 Exhaustless riches find ; 
 Riches, above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 And yields a sweet repast ; 
 Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 4 Here springs of consolation rise 
 
 To cheer the fainting mind ; 
 And thirsty souls receive supplies, 
 And sweet refreshment find. 
 
 5 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heav'nly peace around ; 
 And life and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound ! 
 
 6 O may these heav'nly pages be 
 
 My refuge and delight ; 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light ! 
 
HYMN XXX, XXXI. 25 
 
 7 Divine instructor, gracious Lord ! 
 Be thou for ever near : 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view ray Saviour there ! 
 
 HYMN 30. (L. M.) Stennett. 
 
 Acceptance through Christ alone. — John xiv. 6. 
 
 1 TTJ O W 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 greans, nor broken cries, 
 Not the most costly sacrifice, 
 
 Not infant blood profusely spilt 
 Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 
 
 3 The blood of Christ, and his alone, 
 Hath so v 'reign virtue to atone : 
 Here we will rest our only plea, 
 When we approach, great God, to thee, 
 
 HYMN 31. (C. M.) 
 
 Comfort from the word. 
 
 1 £^\ OD and his law are my delight, 
 
 \y My glory and my song ; 
 My sure support by day and night, 
 The pleasure of my tongue. 
 
 2 When guilt pursues my troubled breast. 
 
 His word I svill receive ; 
 He tells me where my faith must rest, 
 And helps me to believe. 
 
36 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 3 When darkness overspreads my mind . 
 
 His word supports me stiil ; 
 I'm there convinced that God is kind, 
 Though I no comfort feel. 
 
 4 When sore temptations vex my soul, 
 
 I think upon his word ; 
 His promises my fears control, 
 And lead me to the Lord. 
 
 5 When for my sins my heart is broke, 
 
 And tears my grief disclose, 
 His word directs me to that rock 
 Whence peaceful pardon flows. 
 
 6 Are my afflictions sharp and long ? 
 
 Does pain extreme ensue ? 
 God's word I trust, his arm is strong ; 
 His goodness bears me through. 
 
 7 Glory to thee, thou God of love, 
 
 For favours so divine ; 
 Who taught my thoughts to soar above, 
 And made these blessings mine. 
 
 8 Had not thy word been my relief, 
 
 Had not thy truth sustain'd, 
 I must have perish'd in my grief, 
 No other help remain'd. 
 
 HYMN 32. (L. M.) Tucker. 
 
 Wisdom, justice and mercy united. 
 
 1 fi~\ LOVE ! beyond conception great, 
 \Jf That form'd the vast, stupendous 
 plan ! 
 
HYMN XXXIII. 57 
 
 Where all divine perfections meet 
 To reconcile rebellious man ! 
 
 2 There wisdom shines in fullest blaze, 
 
 And justice all her rights maintains ! 
 
 Astonish'd angels stoop to gaze, 
 
 While mercy o'er the guilty reigns. 
 
 3 
 
 Thus mercy reigns, and justice too — 
 
 In Christ harmoniously they meet : 
 
 He paid to justice all her due, 
 
 And now he fills the mercy- seat. 
 
 4 Such are the wonders of our God, 
 And such th' amazing depths of grace, 
 To save from wrath's vindictive rod, 
 The chosen sons of Adam's race. 
 
 5 But O, the vast, the boundless theme ! 
 Nor human, nor angelic mind, 
 
 Can touch the height, or sound the depth, 
 Nor all their brightest pow'rs combin'd. 
 
 HYMN 33. (S. M.) Kent. 
 
 Church coming ufifrom the wilderness. 
 
 1 "[71 ROM sin's dark, thorny maze, 
 
 §7 To Canaan's fertile plains, 
 A trav'ling fair one in distress, 
 On her beloved lgans. 
 
 2 Thro' fire and flood she goes, 
 
 A weakling more than strong — 
 Vents in his bosom all her woes, 
 And, leaning, moves along. 
 
 D2 
 
38 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 3 When dangers round her press, 
 And darkness veils the skies, 
 
 She leans upon his righteousness, 
 From whence her hopes arise. 
 
 4 She views the cov'nant sure ; 
 Her hopes all centre there ; 
 
 And on his bosom leans secure, 
 Who gave his life for her. 
 
 6 O'er Jordan's chilling flood, 
 When call'd by death to go, 
 Still leaning on her cov'nant God, 
 She'll pass triumphant through . 
 
 HYMN 34. (C. M.) Gibbons. 
 ZiorCs feast. — Isaiah xxv. 6. 
 
 I* ''f\N Zion, his most holy mount, 
 \J God will a feast prepare ; 
 And Isr'ePs sons and Gentile lands 
 Shall in the banquet share. 
 
 2 Marrow and fatness are the food 
 
 His bounteous hand bestows ; 
 Wine on the lees, and well refin'd., 
 In rich abundance flows. 
 
 3 See to the vilest of the vile 
 
 A free acceptance given ! 
 See rebels, by adopting grace, 
 Sit with the heirs of heaven ! 
 
 4 The pain'd, the sick, the dying, now 
 
 To ease and health restor'd, 
 
HYMN XXXT. 39 
 
 With eager appetites partake 
 The plenties of the board. 
 
 5 But, O, what draughts of bliss unknown, 
 
 What dainties shall be giv'n, 
 When with the myriads round the throne 
 We join the feast of heav'n ! 
 
 6 There joys immeasurably high 
 
 Shall overflow the soul ; 
 And springs of life that never dry 
 In thousand channels roll. 
 
 HYMN 25. (C. M.) 
 
 The increase of the church promised and pleaded. 
 
 1 HlATHER, is not thy promise pledg'd 
 §J To thine exalted Son, 
 
 That through the nations of the earth 
 Thy word of life shall run ? 
 
 2 " Ask, and I give the Heathen lands 
 
 " For thine inheritance, 
 '■ And to the world's remotest shores 
 " Thine empire shall advance." 
 
 3 Hast thou not said, that Abram's seed 
 
 Shall tneir Redeemer own ; 
 W r hile Gentiles the same promise claim r 
 And bow before his throne ? 
 
 4 When shall th' untutor'd Indian tribes, 
 
 A dark bewilder'd race, 
 Sit down at our iMMANUEi/s'feet, 
 And learn and feel his grace ? 
 
40 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 5 Arc not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues, 
 
 Under th' expanse of heav'n 
 To the dominion of thy Son 
 Without exemption giv'n. 
 
 6 From east to west, from north to south, 
 
 Then be his name ador'd ! 
 Europe, with all thy millions, shout 
 Hosannas to thy Lord ! 
 
 7 Asia and Africa, resound 
 
 From shore to shore his fame : 
 And thou, America, in songs 
 Redeeming love proclaim ! 
 
 HYMN 36. (L. M.) Beddome. 
 
 Thr iticrease of the church. 
 
 1 TJ EJOICEye saints that Jesus reigns ! 
 
 W, Thro' distant lands his triumphs 
 
 spread ; 
 And sinners, freed from endless pains, 
 Own him their Saviour and their head. 
 
 2 His sons and daughters from afar, 
 Daily at Sion's gate arrive ; 
 Those who were dead in sin before, 
 By sov'reign grace are made alive. 
 
 3 [Oppressors bow beneath his feet, 
 O'ercome by his victorious power ; 
 Princes in humble posture wait, 
 And proud blasphemers learn t' adore 
 
 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey, 
 Nations remote their ofPrings bring ; 
 
HYMN XXXVIL 41 
 
 By grace constraint, their homage pay- 
 To their Almighty God and King.] 
 
 5 O may his conquest still increase, 
 His povvV every foe subdue ; 
 While angels celebrate his praise, 
 And saints his spreading glories show, 
 
 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
 From all below and all above ; 
 In lofty songs exalt his name, 
 In songs as lasting as his love. 
 
 HYMN 37. (L. M.) Beck's Col. 
 True ivisdom. 
 
 1 IfT APPY the man who finds the grace, 
 
 The blessings of God's chosen race, 
 The wisdom coming from above, 
 And faith that sweetly works by love ! 
 
 2 Happy is he, who thus can say, 
 The Lord, the Saviour dy'd for me : 
 ,The gift unspeakable obtains, 
 
 And heavn'ly understanding gains. 
 
 3 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are paths of peace ; 
 Wisdom to silver we prefer, 
 
 And gold is dross compar'd with hen 
 
 4 He finds, who wisdom apprehends, 
 A life begun that never ends : 
 The tree of life divine she is, 
 
 Set in the midst of Paradise. 
 
42 HYMN XXXVIIf. 
 
 5 Happy the man who wisdom gains- — 
 In whose obedient heart she reigns : 
 He owns, and will for ever own, 
 Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one. 
 
 HYMN 38. (C. M.) Cowper. 
 
 Fountain — John xix. 34. — 1 John i. 7. 
 
 1 fTHHERE is a fountain fill'd with 
 
 blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, as vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 The great Redeemer's precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its pow'r, 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be sav'd, to sin no more. 
 
 4 If I by faith behold the stream 
 
 His* flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love shall be my theme, 
 And I shall never die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy powVto save ; 
 When this poor lisping, falt'ring tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
HYMN XXXfX, XL. 43 
 
 HYMN 39. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 The Gospel Jubilee — -Psalm Ixxxix.— 1 5. 
 
 1 T OUD let the Gospel trumpet sound, 
 
 [_j And spread the joyful tidings round ; 
 Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, 
 And hail the Lord's accepted year." 
 
 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know 
 That you ten thousand talents owe, 
 When humble at his feet you faU, 
 Your gracious God forgives them all. 
 
 3 The rich inheritance of heav'n, 
 Your joy, your boast, is freely giv'n ; 
 Fair Salem your arrival waits, 
 With golden streets and pearly gates. 
 
 4 Her blest inhabitants no more, 
 Bondage and poverty deplore ; 
 
 No debt, but love immensely great ; 
 Their joy still rises with the debt. 
 
 5 O happy souls, that know the sound, 
 Celestial light their steps surround, 
 And shew that jubilee begun, 
 Which through eternal years shall run. 
 
 HYMN 40. (L. M.) Medley. 
 / 
 
 The birth of Christ. — Luke ii. 14. 
 
 1 1^yl~ORTALS, awake, with angels join- 
 l_vJL ^ nc * cnant tne solemn lay ; 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine, 
 To hail th' auspicious clay. 
 
44 v HWN XLT. 
 
 2 In heav'n the rapt'rous song began, 
 
 While sweet seraphic fire 
 Thro' all the shining iegions ran, 
 And tun'd the golden lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
 
 And loud the echo rolPd ; 
 The theme, the song, the joy were new ; 
 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down thro' the portals of the sky 
 
 TV impetuous torrent ran ; 
 And angels flew with eager joy 
 To bear the news to man. 
 
 [5 Wrapt in the silence of the night 
 Lay all the eastern world, 
 When bursting, glorious, heavenly light 
 The wondrous scene unfurl 'd.] 
 
 6 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 
 And glory leads the song : 
 Good- will and peace are heard throughout 
 Th' harmonious, heav'nly throng. 
 
 [7 Hail, prince of life, forever hail ! 
 Redeemer, brother, friend ! 
 Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail. 
 Thy praise shall never end.] 
 
 HYMN 41 (C. M.) Brown. 
 
 Works vain as to merit. — Mic. vi. 6 — S. 
 
 1 TfX OW shall I come before the Lord, 
 
 H 
 
 And bow before his throne ? 
 
HYMN XLlf. 45 
 
 Or how procure his kind regard ? 
 Or for my guilt atone ? 
 
 2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, 
 
 And spicy fumes ascend? 
 Will these my earnest wish succeed, 
 And make my God my friend ? 
 
 3 Should thousand rams in flames expire, 
 
 Would these his favour buy ? 
 Or oil, that should, for holy fire, 
 Ten thousand streams supply f 
 
 4 With trembling hands, and bleeding heart, 
 
 Should I my offspring slay ; 
 Would this a cheerful hope impart, 
 Or purge my guilt away ? 
 
 5 Ah ! no, my soul, 'twere fruitless all ; 
 
 Such victims bleed in vain ; 
 No fatlings, from the field or stall, 
 Such favour can obtain ! 
 
 6 None, but a dying Saviour's blood, 
 
 Gan all thy guilt remove ; 
 This plead, my soul, before thy God, 
 And sing redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 42 (L. M.) Scott. 
 Balm of Giiead. — Jer. viii. 22. 
 
 1 Tl 7 HY droops my soul with grief op- 
 VV prest? 
 
 Why these wild tumults in my breast ? 
 Is there no balm to heal my wound ? — 
 No kind physician to be found ? 
 E 
 
46 HYMN XLIIL 
 
 2 Lo ! in the gospel's faithful lines, 
 J. hovah's boundless mercy shines ; 
 There drest in love the Saviour stands, 
 With bleeding heart and wounded hands ! 
 
 3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes ; 
 Behold the prince o'f glory dies ; 
 
 He dies, extended on the tree, 
 
 Thence sheds a sovereign balm for thee. 
 
 4 My Saviour, at thy feet I lie, 
 Here to receive a cure or die ! 
 
 But grace forbids that painful fear — 
 Infinite grace, which triumphs here ! 
 
 5 Great God extract the poison'd dart, 
 Bind up and heal my broken heart ; 
 With blooming health my face adorn, 
 And change my gloomy night to morn. 
 
 HYMN 43. (L. M.) Hoskins. 
 
 Christ our Light, 
 
 1 £~^i REAT Light of life, thou nature's 
 %JS Lord, 
 
 Bring light from darkness by thy word ; 
 Shine in our hearts, in mercy shine, 
 To give the light of truth divine, 
 
 2 Light of our souls ! thyself reveal; 
 Thy po 'r and presence let us feel ; 
 And know and see those wondrous hings 
 Conceal'd from prophets, priests and 
 
 kings. 
 
HYMN XLIV. 47 
 
 3 Now in the face of Christ, our Lord, 
 His righteousness and pard'ning blood, 
 May we behold our all in all, 
 
 And at the feet of mercy fall. 
 
 4 There thy perfections shine most bright ; 
 May we behold them with delight ; 
 And see ho^v justice, truth and grace 
 Unite and smile in Jesus' face. 
 
 5 Great Sun of righteousness ! arise 
 Open our long benighted eyes ; 
 Shine, mighty Lord from day to day, 
 Till all that's dark be done away. 
 
 HYMN 44. (L. M.) Steele. 
 A dying Saviour — Mark, xv. 29 — 38. 
 
 1 QTRETCH'D on the cross, the Sa- 
 J5 viour dies, 
 
 Hark ! his expiring groans arise ; 
 
 See, hpw the sacred crimson tide 
 
 Flows from his hands, his feet, his side 1 
 
 2 Here's pain and love beyond degree * 
 What sudden griefs and joys we see ! 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 
 
 3 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed ? 
 And could the sun behold the deed ? 
 No ! he withdrew his sick'ning ray, 
 And darkness veii'd the mourning day. 
 
 4 To suffer in the traitor's place- 
 To die for man, surprising grace ! 
 
48 HTIMNXLV. 
 
 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 
 Cherubic legions guard him home. 
 
 5 He " lives for ever, wondrous king ! 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
 He asks the monster, tfc where's thy sting ? 
 And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave !" 
 
 6 Fain would our souls, arise and sing, 
 The glories of our Saviour King, 
 The condescension of his love. 
 
 In concert with the choir above, 
 
 7 When Jesus dy'd the Christ was slain, 
 To save my soul from endless pain ; 
 ThatChristhas dy'd, shall be my theme, 
 White I have breath to praise his name. 
 
 HYMN 45. (CM.) Newton. 
 
 "JJTttEN Jesus hung upon the tree, 
 y In agoiiies and biood, 
 He nx'd his languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 2 O never till my latest breath 
 
 Can I forget that look : 
 lie seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Tho' not a word he spoke. 
 
 3 A second look he gave and said, 
 
 Ci I freely all forgive ; 
 " This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
 " I die that thou may'st live." 
 
HYMN XLVI, XL VII. 49 
 
 4 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 
 My pint now i$ fill'd, 
 That I should such a life destroy, 
 Yet live by him I kill'd. 
 
 HYMN 46. (L. M.) Wallin. 
 Chrises Resurrection. — Matt, xxvjii 5. 
 
 1 1I7HEN I the lonely tomb survey, 
 
 W Where once my Saviour degn'd 
 I see fulfill'd what prop arts say, [to lie, 
 And ail the pow'rs of death defy. 
 
 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim, 
 How weak the bands of conquer'd death ; 
 Sweet pledge ! that all who trust his name, 
 Shall rise and draw immortal breath ! 
 
 3 Jesus, once number 'd with the dead, 
 Unseals his eyes to bleep no more ; 
 And ever lives their cause to plead, 
 For whom the pains of death he bore. 
 
 4 ' Though in the dust I lay my h ad, 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
 My flesh for ever with the dead, 
 
 Nor lose thy children in the grave.' 
 
 HYMN 27. (L. M,) Wesley. 
 
 Christ's Ascension. — Psalm xxiv. 7 — 10.' 
 1 J^kUR Lord is risen from the dead ; 
 %^p Our Saviour is gone up on high ; 
 The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
 Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 
 
 E 2 
 
50 HYMN XL VIII. 
 
 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : 
 
 " Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates ! 
 " Ye everlasting doors give way !" 
 
 3 Loose all your bars of shining light, 
 And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
 He claims those mansions as his right 
 Receive the king of glory in. 
 
 4 " Who is the king of glory, who ?" 
 The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; 
 The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 
 
 5 " Who can this king of glory, be ?" 
 The Lord of boundless pow'r possest, 
 The king of saints and angels he, 
 God over all, for ever blest ! 
 
 HYMN 48. (L.M.) 
 
 All in alL 
 
 1TN Christ, I've all my soul's desire ; 
 \\ His spirit does my heart inspire 
 With boundless wishes large and high, 
 His grace will all my wants supply. 
 
 2 Christ is my hope, my strength and guide ; 
 For me he bled, and groan'd, and dy'd ; 
 He is my sun, to give me light, 
 
 He is my soul's supreme delight. 
 
 3 Christ is the source of all my bliss, 
 My wisdom, and my righteousness. 
 
HYMN XLIX. 51 
 
 My Saviour. Brother, and my Friend ; 
 On him alone I now depend. 
 
 4 Christ is my King to rule and bless, 
 And all my troubles to redress ; 
 He's my salvation and my all, 
 Whate'er on earth shall me befall. 
 
 5 Christ is my strength and portion too, 
 My soul in him can all things do ; 
 Thro' him I'll triumph o'er the grave, 
 And death and hell my soul outbrave. 
 
 HYMN 49 (L. M.) Gregg. 
 ATot ashamed of ./£sws— Mark viii. 38- 
 
 JESUS, how can it ever be, 
 That mortal man's asham'd of thee ! 
 Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor 
 His name be honor 'd more and more. 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 [3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon ; 
 'Tis midnight with my soul 'till he, 
 Bright morning-star, bid darkness flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus ! shall yon field 
 
 Blush, when it thinks who bids it yield ? 
 Yet blush I must while I adore ; 
 X blush to think I yield no more.] 
 
52 HYMN L. 
 
 5 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ? 
 No ! when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 6 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes, I may 
 When I've no crimes to wash away ; 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fear to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 7 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,) 
 Till then I boast'a Saviour slain ! 
 And, O may this my glory be, 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me. 
 
 HYMN 50 (C. M.) Hart. 
 
 Christ the believer's Surety. 
 
 1 "W"WT"hat slavish fears molest my mind, 
 
 W And vex my sickly soul! 
 How is it, Lord, that thou art kind ; 
 And yet I am not whole ? 
 
 2 Ah, why should unbelief and pride. 
 
 With all their hellish train, 
 
 Still in my ransom'd soul abide, 
 
 A.id give me all this pain ? 
 
 3 Thy word is past ; thy promise made : 
 
 With power it came from heav'n : 
 * Cheer up desponding soul" it said, 
 Thy sins are all forgiven. 
 
 4 "lam thy God , thy guide till death, 
 
 " Thine everlasting friend : 
 46 On me for love, for works, for faitb, 
 " On me for all depend." 
 
HYMN LI. 53 
 
 5 Jesus, thy blood has bought my peace, 
 
 ,\nd paid the heavy debt ; 
 Hasgiv'n a fair and full release; 
 But I'm in prison yet. 
 
 6 Lord, break the bars, which thus confine. 
 
 These chains that gall me so ; 
 Say to that cruel jailor, sin ; 
 " Loose him, and let him go. 
 
 HYMN 51 (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Pardon sfioken by Christ. Matt. ix. 2. 
 
 1 Ik M Y Saviour, let me hear thy voice, 
 
 ^ H Pronounce the words of peace ! 
 And all my warmest powers shall join 
 To celebrate thy grace. 
 
 2 With gentle smiles call me thy child, 
 
 And speak my sins forgiv'n ; 
 The accents mild shall charm mine ear 
 As words that come from heav'n. 
 
 3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead, 
 
 The darkest path I'll tread, 
 Cheerful, I'll quit these mortal shores, 
 And mingle with the dead. 
 
 4 When dreadful guilt is done away, 
 
 No other fears we know ; 
 That hand, which scatters pardons down, 
 Shall crowns of life bestow. 
 
 'F 
 
 HYMN 52. (L. M.) Gibbons. 
 Divine forgiveness — Luke vii. 47. 
 
 ORGIVENESS ! 'tis a joyful sound 
 To malefactors doom'd to die : 
 
54 HYMN LII, LIII. 
 
 Publish the bliss the world around ; 
 Ye seraphs shout it from the sky ! 
 
 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine , 
 'Tis lull, out measuring every crime : 
 Unclouded shall its glories shine, 
 And feel no change by changing time. 
 
 3 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand, 
 And like the mountains for their size, 
 The seas of sovereign grace expand, — 
 The seas of sovereign grace arise. 
 
 4 For this stupendous love of heaven 
 What grateful honour shall we show ? 
 Where such transgressions are forgiv'n, 
 Let love in equal ardours glow: 
 
 5 By this inspir'd, let all our days 
 With various holiness be crown'd 
 
 Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise, 
 In all abide, m all abound. 
 
 HYMN 53 (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Saviour — John iv. 47. 
 
 1 r 1! HE Saviour ! O what endless charms 
 
 I Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
 Its influence ev'ry fear disarms, 
 And spreads sweet comfort round. 
 
 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, 
 
 In rich effusion flow, 
 For guilty rebels lost in sin, 
 And doom'd to endless woe. 
 
HYMN LIV. 55 
 
 3 Th' almighty former of the skies, 
 
 Stoop'd to our vile abode ; 
 While angels view'd with wond'ring eyes 
 And hail'd th' incarnate God. 
 
 4 He bore our sins, and set us free ; 
 
 No charge on us can lie ; 
 His blood's an all-sufficient plea, 
 Our souls to justify. 
 
 5 O the rich depths of love divine, 
 
 Of bliss a boundless store ! 
 If I may call this Saviour mine, 
 I cannot wish for more. 
 
 6 On thee alone my hope relies, 
 
 Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
 My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
 My Saviour and my all. 
 
 HYMN 54 (C. M.) Stennett. 
 
 Eat, O Friends, &c. — Cant. v. 1. 
 
 1 T ORD, at thy table I behold 
 
 t|^j The wonders of thy grace ; 
 But most of all admire, that I 
 Should find a welcome place. 
 
 2 I that am all defiPd with sin, 
 
 A rebel to my God ; 
 I that have crucify 'd his son, 
 And trampled on his blood. 
 
 3 What strange surprising grace is this, 
 
 That such a soul has room ! 
 
56 HYMN LV. 
 
 My Saviour takes me by the hand — 
 'Tis Jesus bids me come. 
 
 4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries, 
 
 The feast was made for you ; 
 For you I groan 'd and bled, and died, 
 And rose, and triumph'd too. 
 
 5 He that prepares this rich repast, 
 
 Comes down himself and dies ; 
 And then invites us to a feast 
 Upon the sacrifice. 
 
 6 These sacred signs assist our sense ; 
 
 That faith on Christ may feed ; 
 He is the bread of excellence, 
 And meat and drink indeed ! 
 
 HYMN 55. (L. M.) Harrison. 
 
 Hating sin. 
 
 1 g~\ COULD I find some peaceful bow'r , 
 \_P Where sin has neither place nor pow'r ; 
 This traitor vile, I fain would shun, 
 
 But cannot from his presence run. 
 
 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, 
 He stands between my God and me, 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 
 Ifeel him working in my breast. 
 
 3 When I attempt to soar above, 
 
 To view the heights of Jesus' love ; 
 This monster seems to mount the skies, 
 And veils his glory to mine eyes. 
 
HYMN LVI. 57 
 
 4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, 
 Which keeps my faith and hope so low ; 
 I long to dwell in heav'n, my home, 
 Where not one sinful thought can come. 
 
 HYMN 56. (L. M.) Fawcett. 
 " What must I do to be saved ?" — Actsix. 6. 
 
 1 TIT ITH melting heart and weeping 
 
 V V m eyes, 
 
 My guilty soul for mercy cries ; 
 What shall I do, or whither flee, 
 T' escape that vengeance due to me ? 
 
 2 Till now, I saw no danger nigh ; 
 I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die ; 
 Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, 
 
 c< I shall have peace at last," I cry*d. 
 
 3 But when, Great God ! thy light divine 
 Had shone on this dark soul of mine, 
 Then I beheld, with trembling awe, 
 The terrors of thy holy law. 
 
 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, 
 
 In childhood, youth, and growing years ! 
 Before thy pure discerning eye, 
 Lord, what a filthy wretch am I ! 
 
 5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue, 
 Death and destruction are my due ; 
 Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, 
 And bid a dying sinner live. 
 
 6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim 
 Salvation free in Jesus' name ? 
 
 F 
 
58 HYMN LVII. 
 
 To him I look, and humbly cry, 
 
 " O save a wretch condemn 'd to die V 7 
 
 HYMN 57. (C. M.) Steele. 
 Penitence and hofie. 
 
 1 jffc LESS'D Saviour! when my thoughts 
 (j recall 
 
 The wonders of thy grace, 
 Low at thy feet asham'd 1 fall, 
 And hide this wretched face. 
 
 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? 
 
 Ah, vile ungrateful heart ! 
 By earth's low cares detain'd — betray 'el 
 From Jesus to depart. — 
 
 3 From Jesus, — who alone can give 
 
 True pleasure, peace and rest : 
 When absent from my Lord, I live 
 Unsatisfy'd, unblest. 
 
 4 But he for his own mercy's sake, 
 
 My wandering soul restores : 
 He bids the mourning heart partake 
 The pardon it implores. 
 
 5 Oh, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 
 
 The penitential sigh, 
 Confirm the kind forgiving word, 
 With pity in thine eye ! 
 
 6 Then shall the mourner at thy feet 
 
 Rejoice to seek thy face : 
 And grateful own how kind, how sweet, 
 Thy condescending grace. 
 
HYMN LVIII, LIX. 59 
 
 HYMN 58. (L. M.) Newton. 
 Prayer for restoration. 
 
 1 "¥" TPON thine arm, O Lord, I rest ; 
 
 ( j Thy gracious voice forbids my fear ; 
 No storms disturb my peaceful breast, 
 No foes succeed, when thou art near. 
 
 2 But since from thee I went astray, 
 Nothing but trouble have I known; 
 And Satan marks me for his prey, 
 Because he sees me left alone. 
 
 3 My Sun is hid, my comforts lost, 
 My graces droop, my sins revive ; 
 Distress'd, dismay 'd, and tempest- toss/d ? 
 My wandering soul is just alive. 
 
 4 Lord hear my cry, and rescue me, 
 Put all my enemies to shame ; 
 And let them in my sorrow see, 
 That I have trusted in thy name. 
 
 5 And should I then ungrateful prove, 
 And not return thee love for love ; 
 If hell my portion still could be, 
 
 1 have deserv'd it all from thee. 
 
 HYMN 59. (S. M.) 
 
 A beam of hofie. 
 
 1 "M IWY former hopes are dead, 
 A V i_ My terror now begins : 
 I feel alas ! that I am dead 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
60 HYMN LX. 
 
 2 Ah whither shall I fly? 
 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 
 I dread th' impending doom ; 
 But sure a friendly whisper says, 
 " Flee from the wrath to come." 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm'ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for me, 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Forerunner of the sun, 
 
 It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 6 Come, holy Spirit, come, 
 
 Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
 7 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart.... 
 
 To sanctify the soul.... 
 To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, 
 And new- create the whole. 
 
 HYMN 60. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 To whom shall we go, but unto thee ? or. Life and 
 safety in Christ alone. — John vi. 67-69. 
 
 1 f ■ ^HOU only sovereign of my heart, 
 1 My refuge, my Almighty friend ; 
 
HYMN LXI. 61 
 
 Let not my soul from thee depart, 
 On whom alone my hopes depend. 
 
 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 
 
 A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? 
 Can this dark world of sin and woe 
 One glimpse of happiness afford ? 
 
 3 Eternal life thy words impart, 
 On these my fainting spirit lives ; 
 Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart 
 Than all the round of nature gives. 
 
 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine, 
 While thou art near, in vain they call ; 
 One smile, one blissful smile of thine, 
 My gracious Lord outweighs them alL 
 
 5' Thy name my inmost powers adore, 
 Thou art my life, my joy, my care ; 
 Depart from thee — 'tis death — 'tis more, 
 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair ! 
 
 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie, 
 Here safety dwells, and peace divine : 
 Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
 For life, eternal life, is thine. 
 
 HYMN 61. (C. M.) Jones. 
 The successful resolve. 
 
 1 "W 7*E abject sinners, in whose breast 
 V V A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
 Come, with our guilt and fear opprcst, 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 JF 2 
 
62 HYMN LXII. 
 
 2 " We'll go to Jesus, though our sin 
 
 " Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 " We know his courts, we'll enter in, 
 " Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 " We can but perish, if we go ; 
 
 " We are resolv'd to try : 
 " For, if we stay away, we know 
 " We must for ever die." 
 
 4 But if we die while mercy's sought, 
 
 And we the King have tried, 
 This were to die (delightful thought !) 
 As sinners never died. 
 
 HYMN 62. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 Race.— 1 Cor. ix. 24. 
 
 1 A WAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry 
 x\. nerve, 
 
 And press with vigour on : 
 A heavenly prize demands thy zeal, 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
 2 A cloud of witnesses around 
 
 Hold thee in full survey ; 
 Forget the steps already trod, 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 
 
 Which calls thee from on high : 
 'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 4 Blest Saviour, introduc'd by thee, 
 
 Have I my race begun : 
 
HYMN LXIII. 62 
 
 When crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 
 I'll lay my honors down. 
 
 HYMN 63. (C. M.) Cowper. 
 
 Walking with God. — Gen. v 24. 
 
 OFOR a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heav'nlv frame ; 
 A light to shine upon the road, 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I sought the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul -refreshing view, 
 Of Jesus, and his word ? 
 
 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd : 
 How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
 
 But they have left an aching void, 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 Return, O holy dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be ; 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 So purer light shall mark the road, 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
64 HYMN LXIV, LXV. 
 
 HYMN 64. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Devotion. 
 
 1 TOW should our songs, like those 
 j£i above, 
 
 With warm devotion rise ! 
 How should our souls, on wings of love, 
 Mount upward to the skies ! 
 
 2 But ah ! the son«\ how cold it flows ! 
 
 How languid our desire ! 
 How faint the sacred passion glows, 
 Till thou the heart inspire ! 
 
 3 Let, mighty Lord, thy glory shine, 
 
 And fill thy dwellings h^re, 
 Till life, and love, and joy divine, 
 A heav'n on earth appear. 
 
 4 Then shall our hearts enraptur'd say, 
 
 Come, great Redeemer, come, 
 And bring the bright, the glorious day, 
 That calls thy children home. 
 
 HYMN 65. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Vision of dry bones — F.zek. xxxvii. 3. 
 
 1 "Ij OOK down, O Lord, with pitying 
 _Li eye, 
 
 See Adam's race in ruin lie ; 
 
 Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
 
 And scatters slau^hter'd heaps around, 
 
 2 And can these mouldering rorp es live? 
 And can these perish'd bones revive ? 
 
HYMN LXVI. 65 
 
 That, mighty God, to thee is known! 
 That wondrous work is all thine own. 
 
 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, 
 To prophesy upon the slain ; 
 
 In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
 Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 
 
 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, 
 
 Life spreads thro' all the realms of death ; 
 Dry bones obey thy pow'riul voice ; 
 They move — they waken — they rejoice. 
 
 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound, 
 Shall shake the heavens, and rend the 
 
 ground, 
 De id saints shall from their tombs arise. 
 And spring to life beyond the skies. 
 
 HYMN 66. (C. M.) Cowper. 
 
 Ob ■ clievce. 
 
 1 "7WTO strength of nature can suffice 
 L^j To serve the Lord aright ; 
 And what she has, she misapplies, 
 For want of clearer light. 
 
 2 How long beneath the law I lay, 
 In bondage and distress ! 
 
 I toil'd, the precept to obey ; 
 But toil'd without success. 
 
 3 Then, to abstain from outward sin 
 Was more than I could do ; 
 
 Now, if I feel its pow'r within, 
 I feel I hate it too : 
 
66 HYMN LX VII, LXVII. 
 
 4 Then, all my servile works were done, 
 
 A righteousness to raise ; 
 Now, freely chosen in the Son, 
 I freely choose his ways. 
 
 5 ■ What shall I do ? was then the word, 
 
 1 That I may worthier grow ? 
 
 1 What shall I render to the Lord ?" 
 
 Is my inquiry now. 
 
 6 To see the law by Christ fulfilPd, 
 
 And hear his pard'ning voice, 
 Changes a slave inro a child, 
 And duty into choice. 
 
 7 'Tis he directs my doubtful ways, 
 
 When dangers line the road ; 
 Here I my Ebenezer raise, 
 And trust a gracious God. 
 
 HYMN 67. (C. M.) Stennett. 
 
 Indwelling sin lamented. 
 
 7"ITH tears of anguish 1 lament, 
 Here at thy feet, my God, 
 My passion, pride, and discontent, 
 And vile ingratitude. 
 
 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 
 So false as mine has been : 
 
 So faithless to his promises 
 So prone to every sin. 
 
 3 My reason tells me thy commands 
 Are holy, just, and true ; 
 
 Tells me whate'er my God demands 
 Is his most righteous due. 
 
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HYMN LXVIII. 67 
 
 4 Reason T hear, her counsels weigh, 
 And all her words approve ; 
 
 But still I find it hard t' obey, 
 And harder yet to love. 
 
 5 How long, my Saviour, shall I feel 
 These smugglings in my breast ? 
 
 When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, 
 And give my conscience rest ? 
 
 6 Break, sovereign grace, O break the 
 
 charm, 
 And set the captive free : 
 Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm 
 And haste to rescue me. 
 
 HYMN 68. (C. M). Watts' Sermons. 
 Holy fortitude.— I Cor. xvi. 13. 
 
 1 A Mia soldier of the cross, 
 J\ A folPwer ot the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause,— 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies, 
 On flow'ry beds of ease ; 
 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And saird through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face ; 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 
 Increase my courage, Lord I 
 
68 HYMN LXIX, LXX. 
 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer though they die : 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all thy armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
 HYMN 69. (L. M.) Newton. 
 Traveller to Zion. 
 
 IAS when the weary trav'ller gains 
 /\ The height of some o'erlooking hill 
 His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains, 
 He eyes his home, tho' distant still. 
 
 2 Thus, when the christian pilgrim views, 
 By faith, his mansion in the skies ; 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize. 
 
 3 'Tis there, with Jesus, he's to dwell, 
 To spend an everlasting day : 
 There shall he bid his cares farewell, 
 For Christ shall wipe his tears away. 
 
 HYMN 70. (C M.) Gibbons. 
 
 Inquiring the road to Zion. — Psalm lxxxiv. 7. 
 
 1 TF Lord I have, ne'er yet, begun 
 1 To tread the heavenly road, 
 
HYMN LXXI. 69 
 
 O teach my wand'ring feet the way 
 To Zion's blest abode ! 
 
 -2 Or, if I'm traveling in the path, 
 Assist me with thy strength, 
 And let me swift advances make, 
 And reach thine heav'n at length ! 
 
 3 My care, my hope, my first request, 
 Are all compris'd in this, 
 To follow where thy saints have led, 
 And then partake their bliss. 
 
 HYMN 71. fltt M.) Needham. 
 
 Lost sheefc found. — Luke xv 3, 4. 
 
 i XTI7HEN some kind shepherd from 
 ▼ ▼ his fold, 
 
 Has lost a straying sheep ; 
 Thro' vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves. 
 And climbs the mountains steep. 
 
 2 But O the joy 1 the transport sweet ! 
 
 When he the wand'rer finds ; 
 Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
 And to his shoulder binds. 
 
 3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys, 
 
 And make his bliss complete : 
 The neighbours hear the news, and all 
 The joyful shepherd greet. 
 
 4 Yet how much greater is the joy 
 
 When but one sinner turns ; 
 When the poor wretch, with broken heart, 
 His sins and errors mourns. 
 
70 HYMN LXXII. 
 
 5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below, 
 
 In son^s their tongues employ: 
 Beyond the skies the tidings go, 
 And heaven is fill'd with joy. 
 
 6 Well pleas'd, the Farher sees and hears 
 
 The conscious sinner weep ; 
 
 Jesus receives him in his arms, 
 
 And owns him for nib sheep. 
 
 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 
 But kindle with new fire ; 
 c c A wand'ring sheep 's return'd , ' ' they sing, 
 And strike the sounding lyre, 
 
 HYMN 72. (S. M.) Steele. 
 Shep.hc.rd — Psalm xxiii 1 — 3. 
 
 1 % M THILE my Redeemer's near, 
 \\ My Shepherd and my Guide, 
 
 I bid farewell to anxious fear, 
 My wants are all supply'd. 
 
 2 To ever-fragrant meads, 
 
 Where rich abundance grows, 
 
 His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
 
 And guards my sweet repose. 
 
 3 Along the lovely scene 
 
 Cool waters gently roll, 
 Transparent, sweet, and all serene, 
 To cheer my fainting soul. 
 
 4 Here let my Spirit rest ; 
 
 How sweet a lot is mine ! 
 
HYMN LXXIII. 71 
 
 With pleasure, food, and safety, blest ; 
 Beneficence divine ! 
 
 5 Great Shepherd, if I stray, 
 
 My wandering feet restore ; 
 To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 6 Unworthy as I am 
 
 Of thy protecting care, 
 Jesus, I plead thy gracious name, 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 
 HYMN 73 (L. M.) 
 
 On the Providence of God. Taken chiejly from the 
 23d Psalm of David 
 
 1 r ■ ^ HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 
 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
 And ali my midnight hours defend ; 
 When in the sultry glebe 1 faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant. 
 
 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 M\ weary wand'ring steps he leads, 
 Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
 
 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread ; 
 My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
 
72 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade 
 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 
 
 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
 And streams shall murmur all around. 
 
 HYMN 74. (S. M.) Doddridge 
 
 The security of Christ's shtefi. — John x. 27. — 29* 
 
 1 1\M"Y soul, wit ! joy attend, 
 
 _j_ YJ While Jesus bilence breaks ; 
 No angel's harp such music yieids 
 As what my Shepherd speaks. 
 
 2 " I know my sheep," he cries, 
 
 " My soul approves them well : 
 " Vain is the treach'rous world's disguise, 
 " And vain the rage of hell. 
 
 3 M I freely feed them now 
 
 " With tokens of my love ; 
 " But richer pastures I prepare, 
 " And sweeter streams, above. 
 
 4 " Unnumber'd years of bliss 
 
 ' i to my sheep will give ; 
 " A iid, while my throne unshaken stands 
 " Shall all my chosen live. 
 
 5' " This try'd Almighty hand 
 " Is rais'd for their defence : 
 
HYMN LXXV. 73 
 
 " Where is the pow'r shall reach them 
 there ? 
 " Or what shall force them thence ?" 
 
 6 Enou rh, my gracious Lord, 
 Let faith triumphant cry ; 
 My heart can on this promise live, 
 Can on this promise die. 
 
 HYMN 75 (S. M.) Kent. 
 
 It shall b* wdl with the righteous. — Isa. iii. 10. 
 
 1 X X T HAT cheering words are these ? 
 
 VV Their sweetness who can tell? 
 In lime and to eternity, 
 
 'Tis with the righteous well. 
 
 2 In ev'ry state secure, 
 
 Kept by Jehovah's eye, 
 'Tis well with them while life endures, 
 And well when call'd to die. 
 
 3 'Tis well when joys arise, 
 
 'Tis well wfyen sorrows flow ; 
 'Tis well when darkness veils the skies, 
 And strong temptations blow. 
 
 4 'Tis well, when on the mount, 
 
 They feast on dying love ; 
 And 'tis as well in God's account, 
 When they the furnace prove. 
 
 5 He hears the ravens call, 
 
 Nor will his children grieve ; 
 Nor can a worthless sparrow fall, 
 Without my Father's leave. 
 
 G 2 
 
74 HYMN LXXVI, LXXVII. 
 
 6 O may I doubt no more, 
 But in Jlis pleasure rest : 
 Built on his love, his truth, and pow'r, 
 My soul is truly blest. 
 
 HYMN 76. (S. M.) Doddridge. 
 Grace — Eph. ii. 5. 
 
 1 £^\ RACE ! 'Tis a charming sound ? 
 
 \j[ Harmonious to the ear ! 
 Heav'n with the echo shall resound, 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 race first contriv'd the way 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 
 And all the steps that grace display 
 Which drew the wond'rous plan. 
 
 3 Grace led my roving feet, 
 
 To tread the heav'nly road ; 
 And new supplies each hour I meet, 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 
 Thro' everlasting days ; 
 It lays in heav'n the topmost stone. 
 And well deserves the praise. 
 
 HYMN 77. (L. M.) 
 
 The Christian warfare — Ep!u \i. 13 — 17. 
 
 1 1\/|" Y Captain sounds th' alarm of war : 
 JLtJL" Awake, the powers of hell are near! 
 " To arms ! to arms ! I hear him cry, 
 
 " 'Tis yours to conquer or to die !" 
 
 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, 
 I cast my eager eyes around ; 
 
HYMN LXXV1II,. 7S 
 
 Make haste to gird my armour on, 
 And bid each trembling fear begone. 
 
 3 Hope is my helmet ; faith my shield ; 
 Thy word, my God, the sword I wield : 
 With sacred truth my loins are girt, 
 And holy zeal inspires my heart. 
 
 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight ; 
 Resolv'd to put my foes to flight ; 
 While Jesus kindly deigns to spread 
 His conqu'ring banner o'er my head. 
 
 5 In him I hope $ in him I trust ; 
 His bleeding cross is all my boast : 
 Through troops of foes he'll lead me on 
 To vict'ry, and the victor's crown. 
 
 HYMN 78. (C. M.) Tate and Brady. 
 
 Encouragement from the ex/ierience of God's goocl^ 
 ness. [Ps. xxiv.] 
 
 1 t ■ iHRO' all the changing scenes of life, 
 
 1 In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast, 
 
 Till all who are distrest 
 From my example cojnfort take, 
 And charm their griefs to rest 
 
 3 The hosts of God encamp around 
 The dwellings of the just: 
 
 L b 
 
 Protection he affords to all, 
 
 Who make his name their trust. 
 
76 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 4 O 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, in all your ways 
 
 Have nothing else to fear . 
 Make his whole service your delight ; 
 Your wants shall be his care. 
 
 HYMJN 79. (L. M.) Stennett. 
 Early piety. Matthew xii. 20 
 
 * "1 1 OW soft the words my Saviour 
 AJL speaks ! 
 
 How kind the promises he makes ! 
 A bruised reed he never breaks, 
 Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 
 
 2 The humble poor he'll not despise, 
 Nor on the contrite sinner frown : 
 His ear is opt n to their cries ; 
 He quickly sends salvation down. 
 
 3 When piety in early minds, 
 Like tender buds, begins to shoot, 
 He guards the plants from threat'ning 
 
 winds, 
 And ripens blossoms into fruit. 
 
 4 With humble souls he bears a part 
 In all the sorrows they endure : 
 Tender and gracious is his heart, 
 His promise is for ever sure. 
 
HYMN LXXX. 77 
 
 3 He sees the struggles that prevail 
 Between the powers of grace and sin ; . 
 He kindly listens while they tell 
 The bitter pangs they feel within. 
 
 6 Though press'd with fears on every side, 
 They know not how the strife may end ; 
 Yet he will soon the cause decide, 
 And judgment unto vict'ry send. 
 
 HYMN 80. (S. M.) Fawcett. 
 
 How shall a young man cleanse his Way? Fsal- 
 cxix. 9. 
 
 1 "^O^ITH humble heart and tongue, 
 
 W My God, to thee I pray ; 
 make me learn whilst I am young, 
 How I may cleanse my way. 
 
 2 Now in my early days, 
 Teach me thy will to know ; 
 O God, thy sanctifying grace 
 Freely on me bestow. 
 
 3 Make my unguarded youth, 
 The object of thy care ; 
 
 Help me to choose the way of truth, 
 And fly from every snare. 
 
 4 My heart, to folly prone, 
 Renew by power divine ; 
 Unite it to thyself alone ; 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
 5 O let the word of grace 
 
 My warmest thoughts employ ; 
 
78 HYMN LXXXI. 
 
 Be this, through all my folPwing days, 
 My treasure and my joy. 
 
 6 To what thy laws impart 
 Be my whole soul inclin'd; 
 
 O let them dwell within my heart, 
 And sanctify my mind. 
 
 7 May thy young servant learn 
 Bv these to cleanse his way ; 
 And ma} I here the path discern 
 That leads to endless day. 
 
 HYMN 81. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 The influences of the Spirit experienced. John xiv. 
 16, 17. 
 
 1 TT7HEN sin prevails, and gloomy 
 
 W fear, 
 And hope almost expires in night, 
 Lord, can thy Spirit then be here — 
 Great spring of comfort, life, and light ? 
 
 2 Suit the blest Comforter is nigh ! 
 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ! 
 Else would my hopes for ever die, 
 And every cheering ray depart. 
 
 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, 
 With ardent wish, my heart aspires ; 
 Can it be less than power divine 
 Which animates these strong desires ? 
 
 4 What less than thy Almighty word 
 Can raise my heart from earth and dust, 
 And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, 
 My life, my treasure, and my trust ? 
 
HYMN LXXXH. 79 
 
 5 And, when my cheerful hope cnn say 
 " I love my God, and taste his grace ; M 
 Lord, is it not thy blissful ray 
 
 Which brings this dawn of sacred peace 
 
 6 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 
 For ever dwell, O God of love ! 
 
 And light and heav'nly peace impart, — 
 Sweet earnest of the joys above. 
 
 HYMN 82. (L. M.) Gibbons. 
 
 Rising to God Eccl. xii. 7. 
 
 1 "TWT OW let our souls, on wings sublime, 
 
 j^j Rise from the vanities of time 
 Draw back the parting veil, and see 
 The glories of eternity. 
 
 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 
 
 Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
 Why grasp at transitory toys, 
 So near to heav'n's eternal joys? 
 
 3 Should aught beguile us on the road. 
 When we are walking back to God f 
 For strangers into life we come, 
 And dying, is but going home. 
 
 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
 That sets our longing souls at large ; 
 Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
 And gives us with our God to dwell. 
 
 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
 Is the full heav'n enjoy 'd above : 
 And the sweet expectation now, 
 
 Is the young dawn of heaven below. 
 
80 HYMN LXXX1V. 
 
 HYMN 83. (L. M.) Stenhett. 
 
 To be xung between prayer and sermon, 
 
 1 " % mTHERE two or three with sweet 
 
 \j accord, 
 "Obedient to their sovereign Lord, 
 " Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 " And offer solemn prayer and praise ; 
 
 2 " There," says the Saviour, " will I be, 
 "Amid this little company ; 
 
 " To them unveil my smiling face, 
 
 " And shed my glories round the place." 
 
 3 'Tis in thy name we meet, O Lord, 
 Relying on thy faithful word : 
 Now send thy Spirit from above, 
 Now fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 
 
 HYMN 84. (C. 1|.) Newton. 
 
 On opening a place for social prayer. 
 
 1 £~^\ RE AT Shepherd of thy people, hear, 
 \Jt Thy presence now display ; 
 
 As thou hast given a place for prayer, 
 So give us hearts to pray. 
 
 2 Within these walls let holy peace, 
 
 And love and concord dwell ; 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 3 Show us some token of thy love, 
 
 Our fainting hope to raise ; 
 And pour thy blessings from above, 
 That we may render praise. 
 
HYMN LXXXV. 81 
 
 4 And may the Gospel's joyful sound, 
 Enforc'd by mighty grace, 
 Awaken irom their sleep profound, , 
 
 The sinful human race. 
 
 HYMN 85. (C. M.) Steele. 
 And yet there is room, Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 1 FTP! HE wretched, hungry, starving 
 
 A poor, 
 May find a royal feast, 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
 For ev'ry humble guest. 
 
 2 There Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, he bids us come ! 
 Guilt holds us back, and fear alarms, 
 Yet still he calls, there's room. 
 
 3 We'll go, and with his children taste 
 
 The blessings of his love : 
 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of nobler joys above. 
 
 4 There, with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before th' eternal throne, 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
 In ecstacies unknown. 
 
 5 And yet ten thousand thousand more 
 
 Are welcome still to come ; 
 For longing souls the grace adore, 
 Approach, and fiud there's room I 
 H 
 
82 HYMN LXXXVI, LXXXVII. 
 
 HYMN 86. (C. M.) Brown. 
 
 Imfiloring mercy. Luke xviii. 13. 
 
 1 TT ORD, at thy feet in dust I lie, 
 
 J_j And knock at mercy's door ; 
 Cast me not off before I die, 
 Thy favour I implore. 
 
 2 On me, O Lord, do thou display 
 
 Thy rich, forgiving love ; 
 O take my heinous guilt away, 
 This heavy load remove. 
 
 6 Without thy grace, I sink opprest 
 Down to the gates of hell ; 
 D give my troubled spirit rest, 
 And all my fears dispel. 
 
 4 9 Tis mercy, mercy, I implore, 
 
 O may thy bowels move : 
 Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 
 And thou thyself art love. 
 
 5 Should I at last in heaven appear, 
 
 To join thy saints above ; 
 I'll shout that mercy brought me there, 
 And sing thy bleeding love. 
 
 HYMN 8/. (S. M.) Whitefield's Colleo 
 
 TION- 
 
 Pious resolutions. 
 
 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 Jr\^ My God to glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 That I may live on high. 
 
HYMN LXXXVIIIo §3 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 My calling to fulfil ; 
 
 Q may it all my pqw'rs engage 
 To do my master's will ! 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 
 And thus thy servant, Lord, prepare^ 
 A good account to give ! 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 
 Oh let me ne'er my trust betray, 
 But faithful live and die. 
 
 HYMN 88. (L.M.) Davis. 
 
 Self examination. Gal. iv. 19. 20. 
 
 1 "li I7HAT strange perplexities arise \ 
 W What anxious fears and jealou,- 
 sies ! 
 What crowds in doubtful light appear | 
 How few, alas ! approv'd and clear ! 
 
 What then am I ? — My soul, awake r 
 And an impartial survey take i 
 Does no dark sign, no ground of fear-j 
 In practice or in heart appear ? 
 
 3 What image does my spirit bear ? 
 Is Jesus form'd and living there ? 
 Say, do his lineaments divine 
 
 In thought, and word, and action shine f 
 
 4 Searcher of hearts, O search my will, 
 The secrets of my soul reveal $ 
 
84 HYMN LXXX T X. 
 
 My fears remove : let me appear 
 
 To God, and my own consciti.ee, clear. 
 
 5 Scatter <he clouds which o'er my head 
 Thi ^1 oms ot dubious terror spread ; 
 Light ii» ^n me celestial day, 
 
 And to myself, myself display. 
 
 6 May I at that bkss'd world arrive, 
 Where Christ through all my soul shall 
 And give full proof that he is there, [live, 
 Without one gloomy doubt or fear. 
 
 HYMN 89. (S. M.) Toplady. 
 Evil heart — Jcr. xvii. 9 — Matt xv. 19. 
 
 1 4 STONISH'D and distrest, 
 j[\_ I turn my eyes within : 
 
 My heart's with loads of guilt oppress 
 The seat of ev'ry sin. 
 
 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, 
 
 What vile affections there ! 
 Distrust, presumption, artful guile. 
 Pride, envy, slavish fear. 
 
 -3 Almighty King of saints, 
 
 These tyrant lusts subdue ; 
 Expel the darkness of my mind, 
 And all my pow'rs renew. 
 
 4 This done, my cheerful voice 
 Shau loud hosanna's raise ; 
 My soul shall glow with gratitude, 
 My lips proclaim thy praise.. 
 
HYMN XC, XCI. 83 
 
 HYMN 90. (L. M,) Whitemeld's Col, 
 'The sinner's firaijer. 
 
 1 TT7HEN, gracious Lord, when shaj} 
 
 f f it be, 
 That I shall find my all in thee ; 
 The fulness of thy promise prove ? 
 The seal of thine eternal love ? 
 
 2 Thee only thee, I fain would find, 
 And cast the world and flesh behind j 
 A helpless soul, I come to thee. 
 With only sin and misery. 
 
 3 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure j 
 I want, do thou enrich the poor ; 
 Under thy mighty hand I stoops 
 
 O lift the abject sinner up. 
 
 i Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight ; 
 Behold I'm weak, be thou my might j 
 A helper of the helpless be, 
 x\nd let me find my all in thee. 
 
 HYMN 91. (L. M.) 
 
 Trust in Christ. 
 
 L 4 LTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny, 
 j\^ Although the olive yield no oil. 
 The with 'ring fig-tree droop and die, 
 The field iilude the tiller's toil—. 
 
 I The empty stall no herd afford— 
 J\nd perish all the bleating race ; 
 Yet, I will triumph in the Lord !— 5 
 The- God of my salvation nraise I 
 
 H2 
 
86 HYMN XCU. 
 
 3 Away*, each unbelieving fear! 
 
 L' fear to g hope give place ; 
 
 My Saviour will A length appear, 
 And show the brightness of his face : 
 
 4 Though now my prospects all be cross'd, 
 My blooming hopes cut ofif I see ; 
 
 Still \v\\\ I in my Jesus trust, 
 
 Vv hose boundless love can reach to me. 
 
 5 Nor will I ever let him go, 
 And basely to the tempter yield ? 
 No, in the strength of Jesus, no ! 
 I never will give up my shield. 
 
 6 In hope — believing against hope — 
 His promis'd mercy will I claim ; 
 His gracious word shall bear me up 
 To seek salvation in his name ; 
 
 <7 Soon will my Saviour, bring it nigh ! 
 My soul shall then outstrip the wind, 
 On wings of love mount up on high, 
 And leave the world and sin behind. 
 
 HYMN 92. (C. M.) Needham. 
 Examfileq of faith. — Hebi xL 13. 
 
 1 ' r) *SE, O my soul, pursue the path 
 J[\, By ancient heroes trod : 
 Ambitious view those holy men, 
 
 Who liv'd and walk'd with God. 
 
 2 Tho' dead, they speak in reason's ear, 
 
 And in example live ; 
 
HYMN XCIII. 87 
 
 Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, 
 Still fresh instruction give. 
 
 3 'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious 
 
 They conquer'd ev'ry foe ; [blood, 
 And to his pow'r and matchless grace, 
 Their crowns and honour owe. 
 
 4 Lord, may I ever keep in view 
 
 The patterns thou hast given ; 
 And ne'er forsake the blessed road, 
 Which led them safe to heav'n. 
 
 5 Faith in thy love shall sweeten death, 
 
 And smooth the rugged way ; 
 Smile on me, sov'reign Lord, and then 
 I shall not wish to stay. 
 
 HYMN 93. (L. M.) Watts' Lyrics. 
 
 Earth abandoned. 
 
 1 T ORD, I renounce my carnal taste 
 J_i Of the fair fruit that sinners prize : 
 Their paradise shall never waste 
 
 One thought ol mine, but to despise. 
 
 2 All earthly joys are overweigh'd 
 With mountains of vexatious care ; 
 And where's the sweet that is not laid 
 A bait to some destructive snare ? 
 
 3 Begone, for ever mortal things ! 
 
 Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell ! 
 
 Aneels aspire on lofty wings, 
 
 And leave this earth where sinner's dwell. 
 
88 HYMNXCIV. 
 
 4 Come, Saviour comer, fill my desires j 
 My soul pursues the sov'reign good : 
 She was all made of heav'nly fires, 
 Nor can she love this earthly clod. 
 
 HYMN 94. (L. M.) Steele. 
 Inconstant heart lamenfci. 
 
 1 AH! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart, 
 f\ That can from Jesus thus depart ; 
 
 Thus fond of trifles vainly rove, 
 Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 
 
 2 In vain I charge my thoughts to stay, 
 And chide each vanity away ; 
 
 In vain, alas, resolve to bind 
 
 This rebel heart, this wand'ring mind. 
 
 3 Thro' all resolves how soon it flies, 
 And mocks the weak, the slender ties ; 
 There's naught beneath a pow'r divine, 
 
 . That can this roving heart confine. 
 
 4 Jesus, to thee I would return, 
 And at thy feet repenting mourn : 
 There let me view thy p trd'ning love, 
 And never from thy sight remove. 
 
 5 O let thy love, with sweet controul, 
 Bind all the passions of my soul ; 
 Bidev'ry vanity depart, 
 
 And dwell for ever in my heart. 
 
HYMN XCV, XCVI. 89 
 
 HYMN 95. (L. M.) 
 
 The necessity of renewing grace, 
 
 1 TOW helpless, guilty nature lies, 
 |j^ Unconscious of its load ! 
 
 The heart unchang'd can never rise 
 To happiness and God. 
 
 2 The will perverse, the passions blind, 
 
 In paths of ruin stray : 
 Reason debas'd can never find 
 The safe, the narrow way. 
 
 3 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine 
 
 The stubborn will subdue? 
 'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 4 'Tis thine the passions to recal, 
 
 To bid them upwards rise ; 
 And make the scales of error fall 
 From reason's darken'd eyes. 
 
 5 To chase the shades of death away, 
 
 And bid ihe dinner live ! 
 A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 
 'Tis thine alone to give. 
 
 6 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours, 
 
 And give them life divine ! 
 Then hhall our passions, and our pow'rs 
 Almighty Lord, be thine. 
 
 HYMN 96. (L. M ) Gibbons. 
 
 Ransom— Isaiah x!. 2 
 
 1 " T COME," the great Redeemer cries, 
 JL " A year of freedom to declare ; 
 
90 HYMN XCVII. 
 
 " From debts and bondage to discharge, 
 " And Jews and Greeks the grace shall 
 
 2 " A day of vengeance I proclaim, [share. 
 "But not on man the storm shall fall ; 
 
 " On me its thunders shall descend, 
 
 " My strength, my love sustain them all." 
 
 3 Stupendous favour ! matchless grace ! 
 Jesus has dy'd that we might live — 
 Not worlds below, nor worlds above, 
 Could so divine a ransom give. 
 
 A To him who lov'd our ruin'd race, 
 And for our lives laid down his own, 
 Let songs of joyful praises rise, 
 Sublime, eternal as his throne. 
 
 HYMN 97. (L. M.) Steele. 
 Redemfition by Christ alone. 1 Pet. i. 18, 19. 
 
 1 TTINSLAV'D by sin, and bound in 
 
 |^j chains . 
 Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, 
 And doonrd to everlasting pains, 
 We wretched guilty captives lay. 
 
 2 Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God, 
 An all sufficient ransom paid : 
 
 A price immense ! his precious blood 
 For vile rebellious traitors shed. 
 
 3 Jesus the sacrifice became 
 
 To rescue guilty souls from bell ; 
 
HYMN XCVIIT. 91 
 
 The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb 
 Beneath avenging justice fell. 
 
 I Amazing goodness! love divine ! 
 O may our grateful hearts adore 
 The matchless grace ; nor yield to sin, 
 Nor wear its cruel fetters more ! 
 
 5 Great Saviour, let thy love pursue 
 The glorious work it has be.^un : 
 Each secret lurking foe subdue, 
 And let our hearts be thine alone. 
 
 HYMN 98. (C. M.) Stennett. 
 
 The excellencies of Christ 
 
 1 nn O Christ, the Lord let every tongue 
 
 | Its noblest tribute bring : 
 When he's the subject of the song, 
 Who can refuse to sing ! 
 
 2 Survey the beauties of his face, 
 
 And on his glories dwell ; 
 Think of the wonders of his grace, 
 And all his triumphs tell. 
 
 3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd 
 
 Upon his awful brow ; 
 His head with radiant glories crown'd 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
 4 No mortal can with him compare, 
 
 Among the sons of men : 
 Fairer he is than all the fair 
 That fill the heavenly train, 
 
92 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress, 
 
 He flew to my relief; 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 6 [His hand a thousand blessings pours 
 
 Upon my guilty head ; 
 His presence gilds my darkest hours, 
 And guards my sleeping btd. 
 
 7 To him I owe my life and breath, 
 
 And all the joys I have : 
 He makes me triumph over death, 
 And saves me from the grave.] 
 
 8 To heav'n the place of his abode 
 
 He brings my weary feet ; 
 Shows me the glories of my God, 
 And makes my joys complete. 
 
 9 Since from his bounty I receive 
 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord they should all be thine. 
 
 HYMN 99. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Peters admonition to Simon Magus, turned into 
 prayer, — Acts viii. 21 — 24. 
 
 1 O E ARCHER of hearts before thy face, 
 j^ Pd all my soul display ; 
 
 And conscious of its secret arts, 
 Entreat thy strict survey. 
 
 2 If lurking in its inmost folds 
 
 I any sin conceal, 
 
HYMN C. 93 
 
 Oh, let a ray of light divine 
 The secret guile reveal. 
 
 3 If tinctur'd with that odious gall 
 Unknowing I remain, 
 
 Let grace like a pure silver stream, 
 Wash out th' accursed stain. 
 
 4 If in these fatal fetters bound, 
 A wretched slave I lie, 
 
 Strike oft' my chains, and raise my soul 
 To light and liberty. 
 
 5 To humble penitence and prayer 
 Be gentle pity given : 
 
 Speak ample pardon to my heart, 
 And seal its claim to heaven. 
 
 HYMN 100. (CM.) Toplady. 
 
 Hofie in Christ. 
 
 1 Oj OON shall my separated soul 
 j^ View Jesus and adore ; 
 Be with his likeness satisfy'd, 
 
 And grieve and sin no more — 
 
 2 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear 
 The trumpet's quick'ning sound ; 
 
 And, by my Saviour's pow'r rebuilt, 
 At his right hand be found. 
 
 3 If such the views which grace unfelds, 
 Weak as it is below, 
 
 What raptures must the church above 
 In Jesus' presence know ! 
 I 
 
94 HYMN CI. 
 
 4 O may th' impression of these truths 
 Forever with me stay ; 
 Till, from her sinful cage dismissed, 
 My spirit flies away. 
 
 HYMNT 101. (C. M.) Ryland. 
 
 Trust in God. — Psalm xxxvii. 4. 
 
 1 g^i REAT God I put my trust in thee, 
 \JT And on thy care depend ; 
 
 To thee in every trouble flee, 
 My best, my only friend. 
 
 2 When all created streams are dry'd, 
 
 Thy fulness is the same ; 
 May I with this be satisfy'd, 
 And glory in thy name ! 
 
 3 Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 
 
 Who has a fountain near ; 
 A fountain, which will ever run 
 With waters sweet and clear ? 
 
 4 No good in creatures can be f ound, 
 
 But may be found in thee ; 
 I must have all things, and abound, 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 5 Oh, that I had a stronger faith, 
 
 To look within the veil ; 
 To credit what my Saviour saith, 
 Whose word can never fail ! 
 
 6 He that has made my heaven secure, 
 
 Will here all good provide : 
 
HYMN CII, CHI. 95 
 
 While Christ is rich, can I be poor ; 
 What can I want beside ? 
 
 7 O Lord ! I cast ray care on thee : 
 I triumph and adore : 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 To love and please thee more. 
 
 HYMN 102. (S. M.) Beddomk. 
 Precious faith.— Eph. ii. 8.-2 Pet. i. 1. 
 
 1 T1AITH — 'tis a precious grace, 
 
 §j Where'er it is besi.ow'd ! 
 It boasts of a celestial birth, 
 And is the gift of God ! 
 
 2 Jesus it owns a King, 
 
 An all-atoning priest ; 
 It claims no merit of its own, 
 But looks for all in Christ. 
 
 3 To him it leads the soul, 
 
 When fill'd with deep distress ; 
 Flies to the fountain of his blood, 
 And trusts his righteousness. 
 
 4 Since 'tis thy work alone, 
 
 And that divinely free ; 
 Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, 
 To work this faith in me. 
 
 HYMN 103. (C. M.) Newton. 
 
 Prayer answered by crosses. 
 
 1 T ASK'D the Lord that I might grow 
 1 In faith, and love, and every grace ; 
 
96 HYMN CTIL 
 
 Might more of his salvation know, 
 And seek, more earnestly, his face. 
 
 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 
 
 And he, I trust has answer 'd prayer ; 
 But it has been in such a way 
 As almost drove me to despair. 
 
 3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour 
 
 At once he'd answer my request, 
 And by his love's constraining povv'r 
 Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 
 
 4 Instead of this, he made me feel 
 
 The hidden evils of my heart, 
 
 And let the angry powers of hell 
 
 Assault my soul in every part. 
 
 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd 
 
 Intent to aggravate my wo ; 
 Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, 
 Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 
 
 6 " Lord, why is this ?" I trembling cry'd ; 
 
 " Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" 
 " 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, 
 " I answer prayer for grace and faith: 
 
 7 " The se inward trials I employ, 
 
 " From self and pride to set thee free ; 
 
 " And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
 
 " That thou mays't seek thy all in me. " 
 
HYMN CiV. 97 
 
 HYMN 104. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 Hofie encouraged by a view of the Divine fierfec- 
 tions.—-\ Saml. xxx. 6. 
 
 1 1 I7HY sinks my weak desponding 
 \\ mind ? 
 
 Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh ? 
 Can sov 'reign goodness be unkind ? 
 Am I not safe, if God is nigh ? 
 
 2 He holds all nature in his hand- — 
 That gracious hand on which I live, 
 Doth life, and time, and death command, 
 And has immortal joys to give. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame ; 
 On him alone my hopes recline ; 
 The wond'rous glories of his name, 
 How wide they spread ! how bright they 
 
 shine ! 
 
 4 Infinite wisdom ! boundless power ! 
 Unchanging faithfulness and love ! 
 
 Here let me trust, while I adore, 
 
 Nor from my refuge e'er remove, 
 
 5 My God, if thou art mine indeed, 
 Then I have all my heart can crave ; 
 A present help in time of need ; 
 Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 
 
 6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord ! 
 And ease the sorrows of my breast ; 
 Speak to my heart the healing word, 
 That thou art mine, and I ara blest. 
 
 J 2 
 
98 HYxMN CV. CVI. 
 
 HYMN 105. (S. M.) Hart. 
 
 The Christian walking in darknes*. 
 
 1 T^ISTRUSTonevVy side 
 
 \J With evils felt, or fear'd, 
 
 We pray, we cry ; but cannot find 
 
 That pray'rs, or cries are heard. 
 
 2 Again we cannot see 
 
 His helping hand, but feel ; 
 And though we neither feel, nor see, 
 God's hand sustains us still. 
 
 3 He gently leads us on ; 
 Protects from fatal harms ; 
 
 And when we faint, and cannot walk, 
 He bears us in his arms. 
 
 4 The meek with love he draws ; 
 Restrains the rash by fear ; 
 
 Searches and finds the wand'rer out, 
 And brings the distant near. 
 
 5 'Tis thy almighty grace, 
 That can suffice alone : 
 
 Thou giv'st us strength to run the race, 
 And then bestow'st the crown. 
 
 HYMN 106. (C. M.) Steele. 
 Walking in darknrss, and trusting in God, — 
 fsajab i. 10. 
 EAR, gracious God, my humblr 
 moan, 
 
 'II 
 
 To thee I breathe my sighs : 
 
HYMN CVII. 99 
 
 When will the mournful night be gone ? 
 And when my joys arise ? 
 
 2 My God — O could I make the claim — 
 
 My father and my friend — 
 And call thee mine, by ev'ry name, 
 On which thy saints depend ! 
 
 3 By ev'ry name of power and love, 
 
 I would thy grace entreat : 
 Nor should my humble hopes remove, 
 ^;or leave thy sacred seat. 
 
 4 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, 
 
 Thy word is all my stay ; 
 Here I would re^t till light returns, 
 Thy presence makes my day. 
 
 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace 
 
 Relieve my aching heart ; 
 G smile, and bid my sorrows cease, 
 And all the gloom depart. 
 
 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, 
 
 And bless thy healing rays, 
 And change these deep complaining sighs 
 For songs of sacred praise. 
 
 HYMN lor. (C. M.) Newton. 
 
 Doubting christian. 
 
 1 TTNCERTAIN how the way to find, 
 %^J Which to salvation led, 
 Ilist'ned long, with anxious mind, 
 To hear what others said. 
 
100 HYMN CVII. 
 
 2 When some of joys and comforts told, 
 
 I fear'd that I was wrong ; 
 For I was stupid, dead, and cold — 
 Had neither joy nor song, 
 
 3 The Lord my lab'ring heart reliev'd, 
 
 And made my burden light ; 
 Then for a moment I believ'd, 
 Supposing all was right. 
 
 4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd, 
 
 Of anguish and dismay ; 
 Through what distresses they had walk'd, 
 Before they found the way. 
 
 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, 
 
 For I had liv'd at ease ; 
 I w'sh'd for all my fears again, 
 To make me more like these. 
 
 6 I had my wish — the Lord disclos'd 
 
 The evils of my heart ; 
 And left my naked soul expos'd 
 To satan's fi'ry dart. 
 
 7 Alas ! " I now must give it up," 
 
 I cry'd in deep despair ; 
 How could I dream of drawing hope, 
 From what I cannot bear. 
 
 8 Again my Saviour brought me aid, 
 
 And when he set me free, 
 "Trust simply on my word," he said, 
 "And leave the rest to me." 
 
HYMN CVIII, CTX. 101 
 
 HYxVlxV 108. (t;. M.) Hart. 
 Tribulation, 
 
 1 r ■ iHE world opposes from without; 
 
 And unbelief within : 
 We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt, 
 And feel the loud of sin. 
 
 2 Glad frames too often lift us up; 
 
 And thus how vain we grow ! 
 Till sad desertion makes us droop 
 And then we sink as low. 
 
 3 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares^ 
 
 To catch the wand'rin^ heart ; 
 And rarely do we see the snares, 
 Before we feel the smart. 
 
 4 Though we are feeble, Christ is strong ; 
 
 His promises are true, 
 We shall be conquerors e'er long, 
 And more than conq'rors too. 
 
 HYMN" 109. (L. SL) Beddome* 
 
 Complaining of inconstancy* 
 
 1 V ■ 1 H E wandering star, and fleeting wind : 
 
 Both represent th' unstable mind ; 
 The morning cloud and early dew, 
 Bring our inconstancy to view. 
 
 2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star, 
 Faint and imperfect emblems are ; 
 Nor can there aught in nature be, 
 
 So fickle, or as false as we. 
 
102 HYMN CX. 
 
 3 Our outward walk, and inward frame, 
 Scarce through a single hour the same ; 
 We vow, and straight our vows forget 
 And then these very vows repeat. 
 
 4 We sin forsake, to sin return ; 
 
 Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn ; 
 In deep distress, then raptures feel, 
 We soar to heaven, then sink to hell. 
 
 5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess 
 Our folly and unsteadfastness : 
 When shall these hearts more fixed be, 
 Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee ? 
 
 HYMN 110 (L. M.) Cruttenden. 
 
 Backsliding be moaned.'— Sin and holiness. 
 
 1 X7|7H AT jarring natures dwell within, 
 
 j\ Imperfect grace, remaining sin L 
 Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, 
 Though each by turns my heart assail. 
 
 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die : 
 Now raise my songs of triumph high, 
 Sing a rebellious passion slain, 
 
 Or mourn to feel it live again. 
 
 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, 
 Borne upwards to my native skies, 
 While faith assists my soaring flight 
 To realms of joy, and worlds of light 
 
 4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, 
 'Ere earth reclaims my captive soul ; 
 I tee! its sympathetic force, 
 
 And headlong urge my downward course. 
 
HYMN CXI. 103 
 
 5 How short the joys thy visits give, 
 How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve ! 
 What clouds obscure my rising sun, 
 Or intercept its rays at noon ! 
 
 6 [Again the Spirit lifts his sword, 
 And power divine attends the word : 
 I feel the aid its comforts yield, 
 
 And vanquished passions quit the field.] 
 
 7 Great God, assist me through the fight. 
 Make me triumphant in thy might ; 
 Thou the desponding heart canst raise, — 
 The victory mine, and thine the praise. 
 
 HYMN ill. (L. M.) Dr. Doddridge. 
 
 The struggle between faith and unbelief. 
 Markix 24. 
 
 1 TESUS, our soul's delightful choice, 
 f J In thee, believing, we rejoice 
 
 Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief, 
 While faith contends with unbeiief. 
 
 2 Thy promises our hearts revive, 
 And keep our fainting hopes alive ; 
 But guilt and fears, and sorrows rise, 
 And hide the promise from our eyes. 
 
 3 O let not sin and Satan boast, 
 
 While saints lie mourning in the dust; 
 Nor see that faith to ruin brought, 
 Which thy own gracious hand hath 
 wrought 
 
 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame ; 
 Reveal the glories of thy name ; 
 
104 HYMN CXIT, CXItt. 
 
 And put all anxious doubts to flight, 
 As shades cli pers'd by opening light 
 
 HYMN 112. (C M.) Anon. 
 
 Divide! h>art tam, ;ifc(i*-Rom. vii. 19 
 
 1 '117HEN I with pensive thoughts 
 
 ylyj The mazes I have trod, [review 
 Then I adore the grace that drew 
 My wand 'ring soul to God. 
 
 2 Strange that so much of heaven and hell 
 
 Should in one bosom meet ; 
 Lord, can thy spirit ever dwell 
 Where satan has a seat ? 
 
 3 Now I am all transform 'd to love, 
 
 And could expire in praise ; 
 Anon, not all the joys above 
 One cheerful note can raise. 
 
 4 By faithless hopes and golden dreams, 
 
 I'm tortur'd or he tray 'd ; 
 Still toss'd between the two extremes, 
 Too vain or too dismay'd. 
 
 5 Decide the dubious, awful case, 
 
 By some assuring sign ; 
 And O, may thy all-conq'ring grace 
 Demonstrate I am thine. 
 
 HYMN 113. (L. M.) Anon. 
 
 Past merc-es encouraged against present fears, 
 
 1 \T|7"H Y should I yield to slavish fears? 
 y \ God is the same to endless years : 
 Tho' clouds and darkness hide his face, 
 He's boundless both in truth and grace. 
 
HYMN CXIV. 105 
 
 2 Would e'er the God of truth make known 
 The worth and glory of his Son ; 
 
 His love and righteousness display, 
 And cast my soul at last away ? 
 
 3 No — He's my Father and my Friend, 
 On whose sure promise \ depend ; 
 Tho' now from me his Lee he hides, 
 Immutable his love abides. 
 
 4 Satan shall ne'er o'er Jesus boast, 
 Nor the rich grace be ever lost : 
 The Spirit ne'er his dwelling lose, 
 Nor Christ the humble soul refuse. 
 
 5 Tho' unbelief may long molest, 
 And sin and satan break my rest : 
 Grace shall at last the vict'ry get, 
 
 And make my conquest quite complete. 
 
 . HYMN 114. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Strivings of Grace. 
 
 1 SURPRISING grace!— and shall my 
 j^ Unmov'd and cold remain ? [heart 
 Has this hard rock no tender part ? 
 
 Must mercy plead in vain ? 
 
 2 Shall Jesus for admission sue 
 
 His soothing voice unheard ? 
 And this vile heart, his rightful due, 
 Remain for ever barr'd ? 
 
 3 'Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r, 
 
 The lodging has possest ; 
 
 JSk. 
 
106 HYMN CXV. 
 
 And crowds of traitors bar the door 
 Against the heavenly guest. 
 
 4 Lord, rise in thy all conq'ring grace, 
 Thy mighty pow'r display ; 
 One beam of glory from thy face 
 Can drive my foes away. 
 
 HYMN 115. (S. M.) Shoveller. 
 
 What shall a man fir o/it ifc. — Mark viii. 36, 37. 
 
 1 "1T7HAT does the worldling gain 
 
 \ v By all his vain- pursuits ? 
 His very pleasure gives him pain, 
 And mis'ry are its fruits. 
 
 2 What anxious cares corrode 
 
 The mind intent on wealth ; 
 His mammon oft becomes a load, 
 Which robs him of his health. 
 
 3 Does he his end attain, 
 
 And in full affluence roll ? 
 What does the sordid mortal gain, 
 When God demands his soul ? 
 
 4 My soul to heaven aspire, 
 
 And seek thine all in God : 
 Nor e'er pollute thy pure desire, 
 By trifles on the road. 
 
 5 The riches of his grace 
 
 Will then to glory rise, 
 When I have run my earthly race, 
 And gain'd th' immortal prize. 
 
HYMN CXVf, CXVTI. 1Q7 
 
 HYMN 116. (L. M.) Watt's Sermons. 
 Faith connected with salvation. — Rom. i. 16. Heb. 
 x. 39. 
 
 1 l^TOT by the laws cf innocence 
 
 1^1 Can Adam's sons arrive at heaven ; 
 New works can give us no pretence 
 To have our ancient sins forgiven ; 
 
 2 Not the best deeds that we have done 
 Can make a wounded conscience whole: 
 Faith is the grace — and faith alone, 
 That flies to Christ, and saves the soul : 
 
 3 Lord, I believe thy heavenlv word ! 
 Fain would J have my soul renew'd ; 
 I mourn for sin and trust the Lord 
 To have it pardon'd and subdu'd. 
 
 4 O may thy grace its power display ! 
 Let guilt and death no longer reign ; 
 Save me in thy appointed way, 
 
 Nor let my humble faith be vain ? 
 
 F 
 
 HYMN 117. (S. M.) Hart. 
 
 Charity never faileth.—-\ Cor. xiii. 8. 
 
 AITH in the Bleeding Lamb, 
 O, what a gift is this ! 
 Hope of Salvation in his name, 
 How comfortable 'tis ! 
 
 2 Faith will to bliss give place ; 
 In sight we hope shall lose : 
 For who can trust for things he has, 
 Or hope for what he views ? 
 
108 HYMN CXVIU. 
 
 3 But love shall still remain ; 
 
 Its glories cannot cease : 
 No other change shall that sustain, 
 Save only to increase. 
 
 4 Love all defects supplies, 
 
 Makes gre-ai obstructions small, 
 'Tis prayer, 'tis praise, 'tis holiness, 
 And thus fiilfflietft all. 
 
 B 
 
 HYMN U8. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 Choosing the better Part — Luke X. 42. 
 
 ESET with snares on every hancj, 
 In lift's uncenain path I stand ! 
 Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light 
 To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 
 
 Engage this roving treach'rous heart 
 To fix On Mary's better part ; 
 To scorn the tSrifles of a day, 
 For joys that none can take away. 
 
 Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
 Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
 No fatal shipwnck shall 1 fear, 
 But ail my treasures vvuh me bear. 
 
 If thou, my Jesus ! still be nigh, 
 Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
 Secure, when mortal com forts flee, 
 To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 
 
HYMN CXIX. 109 
 
 HYMN 119. (C. M.) Fawcett. 
 
 Sfriritua' mindedness ; or, inward rdigion. 
 
 1 "I^ ELIGION is the chief concern 
 
 \\, Of mortals here below ; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 Its sovereign virtue know. 
 
 2 More needful this than glittering wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world bestows ; 
 Not reputation, food or health, 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 3 Religion should our thoughts engage 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 4 Oh, may my heart by grace renew'd, 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be my stubborn will subdu'd, 
 His government to own ! 
 
 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 
 
 Be join'd with godly fear; 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 6 Preserve me from the snares of sin, 
 
 Through my remaining days ; 
 And in me le* each virtue shine 
 To my Redeemer's praise. 
 
 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; 
 
 Let warm affections use j 
 
 K 2 
 
11© HYMN CXX, CXXI. 
 
 And may I wait with strong desire 
 To mount above the skies, 
 
 HYMN 120. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Absence from God. 
 
 1 /^k THOU, whose tender mercy hears 
 \J Contrition's humbie sigh ; 
 Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
 
 From sorrow's weeping eye ! 
 
 2 See ! low before thy throne of grace, 
 
 A wretched wand'rer mourn ; 
 Ha t thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
 Hast thou not said, Return ? 
 
 3 Absent from thee, my guide, my light ! 
 
 Without one cheering ray ; 
 Thro' dangers, fears, and gloomy night. 
 How desolate my way ! 
 
 4 O shine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With beams of mercv shine ; 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
 5 Thy presence only can bestow 
 
 Delights which never cloy : 
 Be this my solace here below, 
 And my eternal joy ! 
 
 HYMN 121. (CM.) Whitepield's col. 
 
 Prayer for assurance, 
 1 'f^ TERNAL source of joys divine 
 HjJ T° thee my soul aspires ; 
 
HYMN CXXII. Ill 
 
 O could I say, " the Lord is mine," 
 'Tis all my soul desires. 
 
 2 Thy smile can give me real joy, 
 Unmingled, and refined ; 
 Substantial bliss without alloy, 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 3 Thy smites can gild the shades of wo, 
 Bid stormy trouble cease 
 
 Spread the fair dawn of hcav'n below, 
 And sweeten pain to peace. 
 
 4 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord ! 
 Assure me of thy love ; 
 
 O spe :k the kind transporting word, 
 And bid my fears remove. 
 
 5 Then shall my thankful pow'rs rejoice, 
 And triumph in my God, 
 
 Till heav'nly rapture tunes my voice, 
 To spread thy praise abroad. 
 
 HYMX 122. (CM.) Addison. 
 
 On the Scnfttures. 
 
 1 £^i RE AT God ! with wonder and with 
 
 Ou all thy works I look ; 
 But st U thy widom, pow'r, and grace, 
 Shine brighter in thy book . 
 
 2 The stars, that in thrir courses roll, 
 
 Have much instruction giv'n ; 
 
 But thy good word informs my soul 
 How 1 may soar to heav'n. 
 
112 HYMN CXXIII. 
 
 3 The fields provide me food, and show 
 
 The goohiess of the Lord ; 
 But fruits of life and glory grow 
 In thy most hoi) word. 
 
 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, 
 
 Here my*best comfort lies ; 
 Here my desires are satisfy 'd, 
 And here my hopes arise. 
 
 5 Lord, make me understand thy law, 
 
 Show what my faults have been ; 
 And from the gospel let me draw 
 Pardon for all my sin. 
 
 HYMN 123. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Love to our neighbour ; or, the good Samaritan. 
 Luke x. 29 — 37. 
 1 "0 ATHER of mercies ! send thy grace, 
 JL 1 All-powerful from above, 
 To form, in our obedient souls, 
 The image of thy love, 
 
 1 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts 
 That ge icrous pleasure know, 
 Kindly to share in others' joy, 
 And weep for others' wo ! 
 
 3 When the most helpless sons of grief 
 
 In low distress are laid ; 
 Soft b.- our hearts their p.tins to feel, 
 And swift our hands to aid. 
 
 4 So Jesus look'd on dying man, 
 
 When thron'd above the skies ; 
 
HYMN CXXIV. 113 
 
 And, 'midst th' embraces of his God, 
 He felt compassion rise. 
 
 3 On wings of love the Saviour flew, 
 To raise us from the ground, 
 And shed the richest of his blood, 
 A balm for every wound. 
 
 HYMN 124. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 The iv ay a of the righ : e us known to God, 
 
 1 FTH O thee my God ! my days are known ; 
 
 My soul enjoys the thought ; 
 My actions all before thee lie, 
 Nor are my wants forgot. 
 
 2 Each secret wish devotion breathes^ 
 
 Is vocal to thine ear ; 
 And all my walks of daily life 
 Before thine eye appear. 
 
 3 The vacant hour, the active scene, 
 
 Thy mercy shall approve ; 
 And ev'ry pang of sympathy, 
 And ev'ry care of love. 
 
 4 Each golden hour of beaming light 
 
 Is gilded by thy rays ; 
 And dark affliction's midnight gioom 
 A present God surveys. 
 
 5 Full in thy view through life I pass, 
 
 And in thy view I die : 
 Lord, when all mortal bonds shall break, 
 May I still find thee nigh ! 
 
114 HYMN CXXV, CXVXI. 
 
 HYMN 125. (L. M.) Wiiitefield's Col. 
 
 Mysteries of Providence. 
 
 1 "| ORD, how mysterious are thy ways ! 
 1 j How blind are we, how mean our 
 
 praise ; 
 Thy steps no mortal eyes explore ; 
 'Tis ours to wonder and adore. 
 
 2 Thy purposes from creature -sight 
 Are hid in shades of awful night ; 
 Amid the lines, with curious eye, 
 Not angel minds presume to pry. 
 
 3 Great God ! I do not ask to see 
 What in futurity shall be ; 
 
 Let light and bliss attend my days, 
 And then my future hours be praise. 
 
 4 Are darkness and rlistress my share? 
 Give itu to trust thy guardian care ; 
 1 nough ior me, if love divine 
 
 At k ngth through every cloud shall shine. 
 
 5 Yet this my soul desires to know, 
 
 Be this my only wish below ; [quest 
 "That Christ is mine!" — this great re - 
 Grant, oounteous God ; and I am blest. 
 
 HYMN 126. (L. M.) Newton. 
 Why art thou cast down. 
 
 1 ^ »THY, O my soul, these anxious 
 \ V cares ? 
 
 Why thus cast down with doubts and fears? 
 
HYMN CXXVII. 115 
 
 How canst thou want if God provide, 
 Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 
 
 2 When first before his mercy seat 
 Thou didst to him thy all commit, 
 He gave thee warrant from that hour, 
 To trust his wisdom, love, and power. 
 
 3 Did ever trouble yet befel, 
 And he refuse to hear thy call ? 
 And has he not his promise past, 
 That thou shalt overcome at last? 
 
 4 He who has heip'd me hitherto, 
 Will help me all my journey through, 
 And give me daily cause to raise 
 New Ebenezers to his praise. 
 
 HYMN 127. (L. M.) Cowper. 
 
 Return of joy. 
 
 1 \\ T HEN darkness long has veiPd my 
 
 f f mind, 
 
 And smiling day once more appears ; 
 Then, my Redeemer! then I find 
 The folly of my doubts and fears. 
 
 2 I chide my unbelieving heart ; 
 And blush that I should ever be, 
 Thus prone to act so base a part, 
 
 Or harbour one hard thought of thee ! 
 
 3 Oh, let me then, at length be taught 
 (What I am still so slow to learn,) 
 That God is love, and changes not, 
 Nor knows the shadow of a \urn. 
 
116 HYMN CXX VIII. 
 
 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 
 But when my faith is sharply try'd, 
 1 iind myself a learner yet, — 
 Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 
 
 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee 
 Subdues the disobedient will ; 
 Drives doubt and discontent away, 
 And thy rebellious worm is still. 
 
 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, 
 As I am ready to repine, 
 
 Thou therefore all the praise receive ; 
 Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 
 
 HYMN 128. (L. M.) Swain. 
 The assurance of faith. 
 
 1 1 1 ^HE Lord, whose throne is fix'd on 
 
 1 high, 
 
 The God of glory and of love, 
 That treads the clouds beneath his feet, 
 And rules the wondrous worlds above. 
 
 2 The God that built the starry roof 
 Thar over- kings this spacious earth, 
 That laicj the floors of heav'n with gold, 
 And gave the whole creation birth : — 
 
 3 This God is mine, and I am his — 
 Eternal glory to his name ! 
 
 Though time and nature stop their course, 
 My God and Saviour is the same. 
 
 4 Though hell and sin, with all their hosts 
 United rise my faith to move. 
 
HYMNCXX1X. 117 
 
 Fix'd on this rock I stand secure, 
 And triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 When earth and heav'n shall roll away, 
 My soul, beyond the reach of fear, 
 In a new heav'n shall meet her Lord, 
 And reign for ever with him there. 
 
 HYMN 129. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Fore-runner and foundation of our hofie. 
 
 JESUS, the Lord, whom we adore ! 
 Is now a sufferer no more, 
 High on his Father's throne he reigns 
 O'er earth and heav'n's extensive plains. 
 
 His race for ever is complete ; 
 For ever undisturb'd his seat; 
 Myriads of angels round him fly, 
 And sing his well-gain'd victory. 
 
 Yet midst the honours of his throne, 
 He joys not for himself alone ! 
 His meanest servants share their part, 
 Share in his sympathizing heart. 
 
 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight' 
 With sacred wonder and delight ; 
 Jesus, thy own fore-runner, see 
 Enter'd beyond the veil for thee. 
 
 Loud let the howling tempest roar, 
 And foaming waves to mountains soar ; 
 No shipwreck can my vessel fear, 
 Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here. 
 L 
 
118 HYMN CXXX, CXXXI. 
 
 HYMN 130. (C. M.) 
 
 Prayer for su/i/iorting grace. 
 
 1 f\ GRACIOUS God, in whom I live, 
 \JF My feeble efforts aid ; 
 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 2 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 
 
 When foes aftd fears prevail ; 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 3 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 
 
 Or lure my feet aside. 
 My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
 My guardian and my guide. 
 
 4 O keep me in thy heav'nly way, 
 
 And bid the tempter flee ; 
 O let me never, never stray 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
 - HYMN 131. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Filial submission. 
 
 1 A ND can my heart aspire so high. 
 jLX. To say, my Father God ? 
 Lord ! at thy feet I fain would lie, 
 
 And learn to kiss the rod. 
 
 2 I would submit to all thy will, 
 
 For thou art good and wise ; 
 Let every anxious thought be still, 
 Nor one faint murmur rise. 
 
HYMN CXXXII. 119 
 
 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, 
 
 And bid me wait serene, 
 Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 
 And brighten all the scene. 
 
 4 "My Father"— O permit my heart 
 
 To plead its humble claim, 
 And ask the bliss those words impart, 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 
 HYMN 132. (G. M.) Cowper. 
 
 Submission. 
 
 1 |^| LORD ! my best desires fulfil, 
 \j And help me to resign 
 
 Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, 
 And make thy pleasure mine. 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears, 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears ? 
 
 3 Why should my foolish heart complain, 
 
 When wisdom, truth, and love, 
 Direct the stroke, inflict the pain, 
 And point to joys above ? 
 
 4 No ! let me rather freely yield, 
 
 What most I prize, to thee, 
 
 Who never hast a good withheld, 
 
 Nor wilt withhold from me. 
 
 5 Thy favour all my journey through 
 
 Thou art engaged to grant ; 
 
120 HYMN CXXXIII. 
 
 What else I want or think I do, 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
 6 Wisdom and mercy guide my way : 
 
 Shall I resist them both ? 
 A poor blind creature of a day, 
 And crush'd before the moth ? 
 
 7 But ah ! my inmost spirit cries, 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud, that veils my skies, 
 Drives all these thoughts away. 
 
 HYMN 133. (C. M.) Hervey. 
 Resignation to God's unerring wisdom. 
 
 1 fTlHRO' all the downward tracts of 
 
 k God's watchful eye surveys; [time, 
 O, who so wise to chose our lot, 
 Or regulate our ways ? 
 
 2 I cannot doubt his bounteous love, 
 
 Unmeasurably kind ; 
 To his unerring, gracious will, 
 Be ev'ry wish resign'd. 
 
 3 Good when he gives, supremely good, 
 
 Nor less when he denies ; 
 Ev'n crosses from his sov'reign hand 
 Are blessings in disguise. 
 
 4 In thy fair book of life divine, 
 
 My God, inscribe my name ; 
 There let me fill some humble place,, 
 Beneath the slaughtered Lamb. 
 
HYMN CXXX1V. 121 
 
 5 On this support my soul shall lean, 
 And banish ev'ry care ; 
 The gloomy vale of death must smile, 
 If God be with me there* 
 
 HYMN 134. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Submission under bereaving providences.— Psalm 
 xlvi. 10. 
 
 1 TJEACE !— 'tis the Lord Jehovah's 
 
 I hand 
 
 That blasts our joys in death, 
 Changes the visage once so dear, 
 And gathers back the breath. 
 
 2 'Tis he, — the potentate supreme 
 
 Of all the worlds above, — 
 Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 
 Nor from their purpose move. 
 
 3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand 
 
 Our souls a sacrifice ; 
 Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 
 A thousand rich supplies. 
 
 4 Our cov'nant God and Father he 
 
 In Christ our bleeding Lord, 
 Whose grace can heal the bursting heart 
 With one reviving word. 
 
 5 Fair garlands of immortal bliss 
 
 He weaves for ev'ry brow : 
 And shall rebellious passions rise. 
 When he corrects us now ? 
 L 2 
 
122 HYMN CXXXV. 
 
 6 Silent we own Jehovah's name, 
 We kiss the scourging hand ; 
 And yield our comforts and our life 
 To thy supreme command. 
 
 HYMN 135. (CM.) Stennett. 
 Pleading with God und r affliction. — Lam. Hi.' 39. 
 
 1 1 iTHY should a living man complain 
 
 |f Of deep distress within, 
 Since ev'rv sigh, and ev'ry pain 
 Is but the fruit of sin ? 
 
 2 Lord to thy dealings I'll submit, 
 
 Nor would I dare rebel ; 
 Yet sure I may, here at thy feet, 
 My painful feelings teli. 
 
 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrows rise ; 
 
 And beat upon my soul ; 
 Deep calls to deep — O hear my cries, 
 While stormy billows roll. 
 
 4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, 
 
 My ship-wrt ck'd soul is tost ; 
 Till 1 am tempted in despair 
 To give up all for lost. 
 
 5 Yet through the stormy clouds I look 
 
 Once more to thee, my God ; 
 O fix my feet on Christ, the rock, 
 Who bought me with his blood. 
 
 6 One look of mercy from thy face, 
 
 Will set my heart at ease ; 
 One all- commanding word of grace 
 \v ill make the tempest cease. 
 
HYMN CXXXVI. 123 
 
 HYMN 136. (A . M.) Addison. 
 Prs,,,a(ionbyaea. Psalm rxxi 8. 
 
 1 ' XOW are thy servants blest, 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, 
 Thro' 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 storms were laid, the winds retir'd, 
 
 Obedient to thy will ; 
 The sea, that roar'd at thy command, 
 At thy command was still. 
 
 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, 
 
 Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
 And praise thee for thy mercies past, 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 6 My life, while thou preserv'st that life, 
 
 Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
 And death, when death shall be my lot, 
 Shall join my soul to thee. 
 
124 HYMN CXXXV1I, CXXXVIII. 
 
 HYMN 137. (L.M.) Davies. 
 
 Prayer for rain just before harvest— -2 Chron. 
 
 vi. 26. 
 
 1 £^\ RE AT God, we view thy chast'ning 
 VJT "and, 
 
 The earth's like brass thro' all our land ; 
 The heaven its fruitful show'rs denies, 
 And nature round us fades and dies. 
 
 2 Revive our with'ring fields with rain ; 
 Let fruitful show'rs descend again ; 
 On thee alone our hopes rely, 
 Lord, hear our humble, earnest cry. 
 
 3 O let the fruits in clusters bend, 
 Through all our land from end to end ; 
 And let both saints and sinners see, 
 Our all depends, O Lord, on thee. 
 
 HYMN 138. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 The believer committing his departing sfiirit la 
 Jesus. 
 
 1 /^k THOU, that hast redemption 
 \Jf wrought, 
 
 Patron of souls thy blood hath bought ; 
 To thee our spirit we commit, 
 Mighty to rescue from the pit. 
 
 2 Millions of blissful souls above, 
 In realms of purity and love, 
 
 With songs of endless praise proclaim 
 The honours of thy faithful name. 
 
 3 When all the powers of nature faiPd. ? 
 Thy ever-constant care prevail'd ; 
 
HYMN CXXXIX. 125 
 
 Courage and joy thy friendship spoke, 
 When every mortal bond was broke. 
 
 4 We on that friendship, Lord, repose, 
 The healing balm of all our woes ; 
 And we, when sinking in the grave, 
 Trust thine Omnipotence to save. 
 
 5 O may our spirits by thy hand 
 Be gather'd to rhat happy band, 
 
 Who, 'midst the blessings of thy reign, 
 Lose all remembrance of their pain ! 
 
 6 In raptures there, divinely sweet, 
 Give us our kindred souls to meet, 
 And wait with them that brighter day, 
 Which all thy triumph shall display { 
 
 HYMN i39. (CM.) 
 
 The death of a Believer. 
 
 1 TN vain my fancy strives to paint, 
 
 t The moment after death, 
 The glories that surround the saint, 
 When yielding up his breath. 
 
 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks. 
 
 We scarce can say he's gone, 
 Before the willing spirit takes, 
 Her mansion near the throne. 
 
 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail 
 
 To trace her in her flight ; 
 No eye can pierce within the veil 
 Which hides the world of light. 
 
126 HYMN CXL. 
 
 4 Thus much, and this is all we know, 
 
 They're number'd with the blest ; 
 Have done with sin, and care, and wo, 
 And with their Saviour rest. 
 
 5 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, 
 
 Should make their mem'ry dear ; 
 And Lord do thou the prayers fulfil, 
 They offered for us here. 
 
 6 While they have gain'd, we losers are, 
 
 We miss them day by day ; 
 But thou can'st every breach repair, 
 And wipe our tears away. 
 
 HYMN 140. (C. M.) Addison. 
 The Christian's Hope. 
 
 1 "^"H7"m^> rising from the bed of 
 
 \\ death, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
 I see my maker, face to face ; 
 O how shall I appear ! 
 
 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 
 
 And mercy may be sought, 
 My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
 And trembles at the thought ; 
 
 3 When thou, O Lord, shait stand disclos'd 
 
 In Majesty severe, 
 And sit in judgment on my soul ; 
 O how shall I appear ! 
 
 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, 
 x Who does her sins lament ; 
 
HYMN CXLI. 127 
 
 An interest in the Saviour Christ 
 Shall endless woe prevent. 
 
 5 Give me that sorrow of the heart, 
 
 Ere yet it be too late ; 
 And hear my Saviour's dying groans, 
 His sorrows will have weight. 
 
 6 For never shall my soul despair 
 
 Her pardon to procure, 
 Who knows thy only Son has died, 
 To make her pardon sure. 
 
 HYMN 141. (L. M.) Steele. 
 Faith in God. — Hab. iii. 17, 18. 
 
 1 OjHOULD famine o'er the mourning 
 (^ Extend its desolating reign ; [field 
 Nor spring its blooming beauties yield, 
 Nor autumn swell the golden grain ; 
 
 2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep, 
 Around their famish'd master die ; 
 
 And hope itself despairing weep, 
 While life deplores its last supply ; 
 
 3 Amid the dark, the dismal scene, 
 If I can say the Lord is mine, 
 
 The joy shall triumph o'er the pain 5 
 And glory dawn, though life decline. 
 
 4 The God of my salvation lives ; 
 My nobler life he will sustain ; 
 His word immortal vigour rrives, 
 Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain* 
 
128 HYMN CXLII. 
 
 5 Thy presence, Lord can cheer my heart, 
 Though every earthly comfort die ; 
 Thy smile can bid my pains d< part, 
 And raise my sacred pleasures high. 
 
 [6 O let me hear thy blissftil voice, 
 Inspiring life and joys divine ! 
 Tht barren desert shall rejoice, 
 'Tis paradise if thou art mine !] 
 
 HYMN 142. (C. M). 
 
 The Chri st ta,7i journeying home. 
 
 1 A STRANGER in the world below, 
 xV I calmly sojourn here, 
 
 Nor shall its happiness or woe, 
 Provoke my hope or fear. 
 
 2 Its evils in a moment end, 
 
 Its joys as soon are past ; 
 But O ! the bliss to which I tend, 
 Eternally shall last. 
 
 ,3 There my exalted Saviour stands, 
 My merciful high priest, 
 And still extends his wounded hands 
 To take me to his breast. 
 
 4. What is there here to court my stay, 
 Or hold me back from home, 
 While angels beckon me away, 
 And Jesus bids me come. 
 
 5 Now on the brink of death we stand, 
 And if I pass before. 
 
HYMN CXLIII. 129 
 
 My friends shall soon arrive at land, 
 And hail me on that shore. 
 
 6 Then we in Jesus' praise shall join, 
 His boundless love proclaim, 
 And solemnize in songs divine, 
 The marriage of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 143. (C. M.) Hawkesworth. 
 
 Composed a little before his death, after sleeping-. 
 J/ifiroach of death. 
 
 1 TN sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
 
 | I safely pass'd the silent night ; 
 At once I see the breaking shade. 
 And drink again the morning light. 
 
 2 New born I bless the waking hour, 
 Once more with awe rejoice to be ; 
 My conscious soul resumes her power 
 And springs, my gracious God, to thee, 
 
 3 O guide me through the various maze, 
 My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ; 
 And spread thy shield's protecting blaze, 
 When dangers press around my head. 
 
 4f A deeper shade will soon impend, 
 A deeper sleep my eyes oppress : 
 Yet still thy strength shall me defend, 
 Thy goodness still shall deign to bless, 
 
 5. That deeper shade shall fade away, 
 
 That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes ; 
 
 Thy light shall give eternal day ! 
 
 Thy love the rapture of the skies. 
 
 M 
 
130 HYMN CXLIV. 
 
 HYMN 144. (L. M.) Brown. 
 Sickness and Death. 
 
 1 "]\/f Y soul the minutes haste away, 
 
 \ y I Apace comes on th' important day, 
 When in the icy arms of death 
 I must give up my vital breath. 
 
 2 Look forward to the moving scene ; 
 How wilt thou be affected then ? 
 When from on high some sharp disease 
 Resistless shall my vitals seize. 
 
 3 When all the springs of life are low, 
 The spirits faint, the pulses slow ; 
 
 The eyes grow dim and short the breath, 
 The tokens of approaching death. 
 
 4 When clammy sweats through ev'ry part, 
 Show life's retreating to the heart ; 
 
 Its last resistance there to make, 
 
 And then the breathless frame forsake. 
 
 5 When vast eternity's in sight; 
 
 The brightest day, the blackest night ; 
 One shock will break the building down 
 And let thee into worlds unknown. 
 
 6 O come, my soul, the matter weigh ! 
 How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay 
 And how the unknown regions try. 
 And launch into eternity ! 
 
HYMN CXLV. 131 
 
 HYMN 145. (C. M.) Steele. 
 Funeral of a young person, 
 
 1 TIT HEN blooming youth is snatch'd 
 
 \ V away, 
 
 * By death's resistless hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
 Which pity must demand. 
 
 2 While sorrow prompts the rising sigh, 
 
 Oh ! may this truth, imprest 
 With awful pow'r— " I too must die !" 
 Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 
 
 3 Let this vain world prevail no more ; 
 
 Behold the gaping tomb ! 
 It bids us seize the present hour ; 
 This day stern death may come. 
 
 4 The voice of this alarming scene 
 
 May ev'ry heart obey : 
 Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,, 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
 5 Oh ! let us fly, to Jesus fly, 
 
 Whose pow'rful arm can save ; 
 Then shall our hopes ascend on high, 
 And triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 6 Great God, thy sov 'reign grace impart, 
 
 With cleansing, healing pow'r ; 
 Do thou prepare this guilty heart 
 For death's decisive hour. 
 
132 HYMN CXLVT, CXLVIf. 
 
 HYMN 146. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 Eternity joyful and tremendous. 
 
 1 Tjl TERNITY is just at hand ! 
 
 Pj Shall I then waste my ebbing sand, 
 And careless view departing day, 
 Throwing my inch of time away ? 
 
 2 Eternity ! — tremendous sound ! 
 To guilty souls a dreadful wound ! 
 But oh ! if Christ and heav'n be mine, 
 How sweet the accents ! how divine ! 
 
 3 Be this my chief, my only care, 
 My high pursuit, my ardent prayer ; 
 An interest in the Saviour's blood — 
 My pardon seal'd, and peace with God. 
 
 4 But should my brightest hopes be vain ! 
 The rising doubt how sharp its pain I 
 My fears, O gracious God ! remove ! 
 Speak me an object of ihy love. 
 
 5 Search, Lord ! Oh search my inmost 
 
 heart, 
 And light, and hope, and joy impart ; 
 From guilt and error set me free, 
 And guide me safe to heavm and thee. 
 
 HYMN 147. (C. M,) Steele. 
 
 Time and eternity ; or, longing after unseen plea- 
 sures. — 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 
 1 |"OW long shall earth's alluring toys, 
 Detain our hearts and eyes, 
 Regardless of immortal joys, 
 And strangers to the skies-? 
 
HYMN CXLVIII. 133 
 
 2 These transient scenes will soon decay : 
 
 They fade upon the sight ; 
 And quickly will their brightest day 
 Be lost in endless night. 
 
 3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain ! 
 
 With conscious sighs we own ; 
 While clouds of sorrow, care and pain, 
 O'ershade the smiling noon. 
 
 4 Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly 
 
 Above these gloomy shades* 
 To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 
 Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 
 
 5 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, 
 
 On reason's feeble ray, 
 In ever blooming prospects rise, 
 Unconscious of decay. 
 
 6 Lord send a beam of light divine, 
 
 To guide our upward aim ; 
 With one reviving touch of thine 
 Our languid hearts inflame. 
 
 7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, 
 
 Our ardent wishes rise 
 To those bright scenes, where pleasures 
 Immortal in the skies. [ s P rm g 
 
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 HYMN 148. (C. M.) Stennett. 
 
 The promised land. 
 
 N Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 And cast a wishful eve 
 
 M 2 
 
134 HYMN CXLIX. 
 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 Oh the transporting rapt'rous scene 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields, array 'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 All o'er those wide extended plains 
 
 Shines one et rnal day ; 
 There God the Son for ever reigns, 
 Aid scatters night away. 
 
 4 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore : 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 5 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 6 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul 
 
 Would bure no longer stay : 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 HYMN 149. (C. M.) Steele. 
 
 Promised land. 
 
 1 Wjl A R from these narrow scenes of night 
 Jf* Un ounded glories rise, 
 And realms oi infinite delight, 
 Unknown to mortal eyes. 
 
HYMN CL. 135 
 
 2 There pain and sickness never come, 
 
 And grief no more complains ! 
 Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
 And endless pleasure reigns ! 
 
 3 There rich varieties of joy 
 
 Continual feast the mind ; 
 Pleasures which fill, but never cloy, 
 Immortal and refin'd J 
 
 4 There no alternate night is known, 
 
 Nor sun's faint, sickly ray ; 
 But glory from the sacred throne, 
 Spreads everlasting day. 
 
 5 The great Eternal there displays 
 
 His beams of wond'rous grace ; 
 His happy subjects sing his praise, 
 And bow before his face. 
 
 6 O may we rise, by grace divine, 
 
 To those bright courts on high ; 
 Then shall our happy spirits join 
 The chorus of the sky. 
 
 HYMN J 50. (C. M.) Watts's Lyrics. 
 
 A jvrosfiect of the resurrection. 
 
 1 TTOW long shall Death the tyrant 
 iTl reign, 
 
 And triumph o'er the just ; 
 While the rich blood of martyrs slain, 
 Lies mingled with the dust ? 
 
 2 Soon shall we see the scatter'd shades, 
 
 And dawn of heav'n appear ; 
 
136 HYMN CL1. 
 
 The sweet immortal morning spreads 
 Its blushes round the sphere. 
 
 3 Behold the Lord of Glory come, 
 
 And naming guards around ; 
 The skies divide to make him room, 
 The trumpet shakes the ground. 
 
 4 Then hear the voice, " Ye dead arise !" 
 
 And, lo ! the graves obey : 
 And waking saints with joyful eyes 
 Salute th' expected day. 
 
 5 They leave the dust, and on the wing 
 
 Rise to the midway air, 
 In shining garments meet their King, 
 And bow before him there. 
 
 6 O may our humble spirits stand 
 
 Among them, cloth'd in white ! 
 The meanest place at his right hand 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 7 How will our joy and wonder rise, 
 
 When our returning King ' 
 Shall bear us homeward through the skies 
 On love's triumphant wing. 
 
 HYMN 151. (S. M.) Elliot & Harrison. 
 Prepare to meet thy God. — Amos iv. 12. — Mutt. 
 xxiv. v. 44. 
 
 1 XJREPARE me, O my God, 
 jg To stand before thy face : 
 Thy spirit must the work perform, 
 For it is all of grace. 
 
HYMN CLII. 137 
 
 [2 I can't prepare my heart, 
 Eterral life to gain ; 
 'Tis thou must all the strength impart, 
 Or all I do is vain. 
 
 3 I can't one sin atone — 
 
 I swell with pride no more ; 
 All the best duties I have done, 
 I've reason to deplore.] 
 
 4 In Christ's obedience clothe, 
 And wash me in his blood ; 
 
 So shall I lift my head with joy 
 Among the sons of God. 
 
 5 Do thou my sins subdue — 
 
 Thy sovereign love make known ; 
 The spirit of my mind renew, 
 And save me in thy Son. 
 
 6 Let me attest thy power — 
 Let me thy goodness prove, 
 
 Till my full soul can hold no more 
 Of everlasting love. 
 
 HYMN 152. (C. M.) Stennett. 
 The last Judgment . 
 
 1 ", J E comes ! he comes ! to judge the 
 
 ; \\_ Aloud th' archangel cries? [world," 
 While thunders roll from pole to pole, 
 And lightnings cleave the skies. 
 
 2 Th' affrighted nations hear the sound, 
 
 And upward lift their eyes : 
 
138 HYMN CLII. 
 
 The slumb'ring tenants of the ground 
 In living armies rise. 
 
 3 Amid the shouts of numerous friends, 
 
 Of hosts divinely bright, 
 The Judge in solemn pomp descends, 
 Array 'd in robes of light. 
 
 4 IJis head and hairs are white as snow, 
 
 His eyes a fiery flame, 
 A radiant crown adorns his brow, 
 And Jesus is his name. 
 
 5 Writ on his thigh his name appears, 
 
 And scars his vict'ries tell ; 
 Lo ! in his hand the conqu'ror bears 
 The keys of death and hell. 
 
 6 Thus he ascends the judgment-seat, 
 
 And, at his dread command, 
 Myriads of creatures round his feet 
 In solemn silence stand, 
 
 7 Princes and peasants here expect 
 
 Their last, their righteous doom ; 
 The men who dar'd his grace reject, 
 And they who could presume. 
 
 8 " Depart ye sons of vice and sin," 
 
 The injur'd Jesus cries ! 
 While the long-kindling wrath within 
 Flashes from both his eyes. 
 
 9 And now in words divinely sweet, 
 
 With rapture in his face, 
 ' Aloud his sacred lips repeat, 
 The sentence of his grace : 
 
HYMN CLIII. 139 
 
 10 " Well done, my good and faithful sons, 
 " The children of my love ! [thrones 
 " Receive the sceptres, crowns, and 
 " Prepared for you above." 
 
 HYMN 153. (C. M.) Needham. 
 Books opened. — Rev. xx. 12. 
 
 1 O OON, soon the last great day shall 
 
 >0 come > 
 
 And we shall hear the trumpet sound, 
 
 That shakes the earth, rends evVy tomb, 
 
 And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 
 
 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, 
 Aw d by the Judge's high command; 
 Both small and great now quit their dust, 
 And round the dread tribunal stand. 
 
 3 In vain the wicked strive to shun 
 The Judge's quick and piercing eye ; 
 In vain to hills and mountains run, 
 And to the rocks for shelter cry. 
 
 4 Behold the awful books display'd 
 Big with th' important fates of men ! 
 Each word and deed now public made, 
 Writt'n by heaven's unerring pen. 
 
 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, 
 May life's fair book my soul approve ; 
 There may I read my name enroli'd 
 And triumph in redeeming love. 
 
140 HYMN CLIV. 
 
 HYMN 154. (S. M.) Doddridg*. 
 
 The final sentence and misery of the wicked. Matt. 
 xxv. 41. 
 
 1 k ND will the Judge descend? 
 /\ And must the dead arise ? 
 
 And not a single soul escape 
 His all-discerning eyes ? 
 
 2 And from his righteous lips 
 
 Shall this dread sentence sound ; 
 And through the num'rous guilty throng. 
 Spread black despair around ? 
 
 3 " Depart from me, accurs'd 
 
 " To everlasting flame, 
 " For rebel-angels first prepar'd, 
 " Where mercy never came." 
 
 4 How will my heart endure 
 
 The terrors of that day ; 
 When earth and heaven before his face ? 
 Astonish'd shrink away ? 
 
 5 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of the dead ; 
 Hark, from the Gospel's cheering sound, 
 What joyful tidings spread 1 
 
 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 
 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
 And find salvation there. 
 
 7 So shall that curse remove, 
 
 By which the Saviour bled ; 
 
HYMN CLV, CLVI. 141 
 
 And the last awful day shall pour 
 His blessing on your head. 
 
 HYMX 155. (C. M.) Doddridge. 
 The ^tar crown ed with goodness. 
 
 1 Tj* TERN >L Source of ev'ry joy ! 
 
 j^j Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
 While in thy temple we appear ; 
 Thy goodness crowns the circling year. 
 
 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
 Thy hand supports the steady pole : 
 By thee the sun is taught to rise, 
 And darkness when to veil the skies. 
 
 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
 Demand successive songs of praise ; 
 Still be the cheerful homage paid 
 
 With morning light and ev'ning shade ! 
 
 4 O may our more harmonious tongues 
 In worlds unknown pursue the songs ; 
 And in those brighter courts adore, 
 Where days and years revolve no more ! 
 
 HYMN 156. (C. M.) Steele. 
 A morning song. 
 
 1 /^1 OD of my life, my morning song 
 VJP" To thee I cheerful raise : 
 
 Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing, 
 And pleasant 'tis to praise. 
 
 2 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm, 
 I pass'd the shades of night, 
 
 N 
 
142 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 Serene, and safe from ev'ry harm, 
 To see the morning light. 
 
 H While numbers spent the night in sighs 
 And restless pains and woes, 
 In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes, 
 And rose from sweet repose. 
 
 4 When sleep, death's image, o'er me 
 
 And 1 unconscious lay, [spread 
 
 Thy watchful care was round my bed, 
 To guard my feeble clay. 
 
 5 O let the same almighty care 
 
 Thro' vail this day attend : 
 
 From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare, 
 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 6 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And [guide my future days ; 
 O let thv good ess fill my soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
 HYMN 157. (S. M.) Scott. 
 
 *4ormng song. % 
 
 1 O EE how the rising sun 
 j^ Pursues his shining way ; 
 
 And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, 
 Wi h ev'ry bn^hfning ray. 
 
 2 Thus would my rising soul 
 
 I«h heaverrry pare: ing; 
 And to its L r reat original 
 The humble tribuie bring. 
 
HYMN CLV1IL 143 
 
 3 Serene I laid me down 
 
 B neath his guapdian care ; 
 I slept, and I awoke, ami found 
 My kind Preserver near ! 
 
 4 Thus does thine arm support 
 
 This weak, defenceless frame : 
 But whence these favors, Lord, to mc, 
 So worthless as I am ? 
 
 5 O how shall I repay 
 
 The bounties of my God ? 
 
 This feeble spirit pants beneath 
 
 The pleasing, painful load. 
 
 My Saviour, to thy cross 
 
 I bring my sacrifice ; 
 By thee perfum'd, it shall ascend 
 
 With fragrance to the skies. 
 
 7 My life I would anew 
 
 Devote, O Lord, to thee ; 
 And in thy presence I would spend 
 A long eternity. 
 
 HYMN 158. (C. M.) 
 
 A morning hymn. 
 
 1 ri ^ O thee let my first offerings rise, 
 
 | Whose sun creates the day, 
 Swift as his gladdening influence flies, 
 And spotless as his ray. 
 
 2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh ! 
 
 So oft vouchsafed before ! 
 
144 HYMN CLIX. 
 
 Still may it lead, protect, supply ! 
 And I that hand adoi t ! 
 
 3 If bliss thy providence impart, 
 
 For which resign'd I pray ; 
 Give me to feel the grateful heart ! 
 And without guilt be gay ! 
 
 4 Affliction should thy love intend, 
 
 As vice or folly's cure ; 
 Patient, to gain that gracious end, 
 May I the means endure ! 
 
 5 Be this, and every future day 
 
 Still wiser than the past ; 
 And, when I all my life survey, 
 May grace sustain at last 
 
 HYMN 159. (L. M.) Steele. 
 
 Evening song. — salm c xli. 2. 
 
 1 £^i REAT God, to thee my ev'ning 
 \jf song 
 
 With humble gratitude I raise; 
 O let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
 And fill my heart with livrly praise. 
 
 2 Mercy, that rich unbounded store, 
 Does my unnumber'd wants relieve ; 
 
 ji Among thy dailv craving poor 
 On thy all-bounteous hand I live. 
 
 3 My days unclouded as they pass, 
 And ev'ry gentle rolling hour, 
 
 Are monuments of wondVous tfrace, 
 And witness too thy love and pow'r. 
 
HYMN CLX. 145 
 
 4 Thy love and pow'r, celestial Guard, 
 Preserve me from surrounding harm : 
 Can danger reach me while the Lord 
 Extends his kind, protecting arm? 
 
 5 Let this blest hope my eyelids close, 
 With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 
 Safe in thy care may I repose. 
 
 And wake with praises to thy name, 
 
 HYMN 160. (S. M.) 
 
 Even: at* hymn, 
 
 1 A NOTHER day is gone ; 
 /\ The evening shades appear ; 
 
 Our little span thus glides away, 
 The night of death is near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 
 A « d thus retire to rest, 
 So death will soon unrobe us all 
 Of what we here possess'd. 
 
 3 Lord keep us in the night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears, 
 Beneath the pinions of thy love, 
 'Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And then may we arise, 
 
 And view th' unclouded sun, 
 Ma} we set out to win tbe prize, 
 Nor cease till it is vv on. 
 
 5 And when our days are past, 
 
 And we from time remove^ 
 n 2 
 
146 HYMN CLXL CLXir. 
 
 O ! may we in thy bosom rest — 
 The bosom of thy love ! 
 
 HYMN 161. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9. 
 
 1 ripHJNE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we 
 gj love, 
 But there's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our longing souls aspire, 
 With cheerful hope and strong desire. 
 
 i No more fatigue, no more distress, 
 Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; 
 No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 3 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
 No cares to break the long reposcr, 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 4 O long-expected day, begin — 
 Dawn on these realms of wo and sin, 
 And when we leave this weary road, 
 O may our souls ascend to God. 
 
 HYMN 162. (C. M.) Dodridge. 
 
 Sabbath morning. Psalm cxviii 24. 
 
 1 ^\N this blest morn my Lord arose, 
 \J Triumphant o'er the grave ! 
 He died to vanquish all my foes, 
 And lives again to save. 
 
 
HYMN CLXIII. 147 
 
 2 This is the day for holy rest, > 
 
 Yet clouds will gather soon, 
 Except »my Lord become my guest, 
 And put my harp in tune. 
 
 3 No heav'nly fire my soul can raise, 
 
 Without the Spirit's aid ; 
 His breath must kindle pray'r and praise, 
 Or I am cold and dead. 
 
 4 On all the flocks thy Spirit pour, 
 
 And saving health convey ; 
 A sweet, refreshing Sunday- show'r 
 Will make them sing and pray. 
 
 5 Direct thy shepherds how to feed 
 
 The flocks of thy own choice ; 
 Give savor to the heavenly bread, 
 And bid the folds rejoice. 
 
 6 Increase, O Lord, my faith and hope, 
 
 And fit me to ascend, 
 Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
 And Sabbaths never end. 
 
 HYMN 163. (L. M.) 
 
 Lord's day evening. 
 
 1 T ORD, how delightful 'tis to see 
 JL^ A whole assembly worship thee ! 
 At once they sing, at once they pray ! 
 They've heard of heav'nand learn the way. 
 
 2 Write thou upon my mem'ry, Lord, 
 The truths and doctrines of thy word ; 
 
148 HYMN CLXfV. 
 
 let me break thy laws no more, 
 But love thee better than before. 
 
 3 This heavenly flame within the breast, 
 Is the sure pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the church of God remains, 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
 4 With thoughts of Christ, and things diving 
 Fill up this vacant heart of mine; 
 That, hoping pardon through his blood, 
 
 1 may lie down and wake with God. 
 
 HYMN 164. (L. M.) Yok£. 
 Go fireach my gos/ieL Mark xvi. 15. 
 
 1 " jf"^ O," said the voice of heavenly lovo 
 " \jl My gospel preach to ev'ry land ; 
 " Lo ! I am with you to the end, 
 "Observe and follow my command." 
 
 2 " My pardoning love proclaim abroad, 
 " And show the virtue of my blood ; 
 
 c< 'Till time shall end, proclaim my grace 
 " To ev'ry land, in ev'ry place. 
 
 3 " Go, let the chief of sinners know, 
 " That I have blessings to bestow; 
 " Proclaim salvation in my name, 
 "Beginning at Jerusalem. 
 
 4 With joy the first disciples heard, 
 And preach'd the heart reviving news, 
 As they from him received in charge, 
 First, to the unbelieving Jews : 
 
HYMN CLXV. 149 
 
 5 Then to the Gentiles far and near, 
 Publish'd salvation in his name, 
 And the glad tidings ot his grace 
 To this distinguish'd nation came. 
 
 6 Here may the gospel still remain, 
 'Till Christ shall in the clouds descend ; 
 Then may we goto meet the Lord, 
 And find the judge our hcav'nly friend. 
 
 HYMN 165. (<\ M.) 
 
 For a national fast . 
 
 1 II THEN Abra'm, full of sacred awe, 
 
 f f Before Jehovah stood, 
 And with an humble fervent prayer, 
 For guilty Sodom sued ; 
 
 2 With what successful, wondrous grace, 
 
 Was his petition crown 'd ! 
 The Lord would spare, if in that place, 
 Ten righteous men were found. 
 
 3 And could a single fervent saint 
 
 Acceptance such attain ? 
 Great God ! And shall a nation cry, 
 And plead with thee in vain. 
 
 4 Are not the people dear to thee, 
 
 Now, as in ancient times ? 
 Or, does this sinful land exceed 
 Gomorrah in its crimes? 
 
 5 Still we are thine, we bear thy name ; 
 
 Is this not thine abode ? 
 
150 HYMN CLXVI. 
 
 Then grant us grace to ask in faith* 
 Forgive our sins, O God. 
 
 HYMN 166. Toplady's Col. 
 Jubilee, 
 
 1 T> LOW ye the trumpet blow 
 Jj The gladly solemn sound ; 
 Let all the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners* home 1 
 
 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
 1 he sin-atoning Lamb, 
 Redemption by his blood, 
 Thro' all the world proclaim ; 
 
 3 Y who have sold for nought, 
 Your heritage above, 
 Come, take it back unbought, 
 1 he gift ol Jesus' love; 
 
 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 Your liberty receive ; 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 And blest in Jesus live ; 
 
 5 The gospel -.rumpet h ar, 
 
 i Le news of pard'ning grace ; 
 Ye happy souls, draw near, 
 Behold your Saviour's face ; 
 
 6 Jesus, our great- high-priest, 
 Hath full atonement made ; 
 
 ! 
 
HYMNCLXVIL 151 
 
 Ye weary spirits, rest ; 
 Ye mourning souls, be glad ! 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 HYMN 167. Toplady's Coi. 
 
 The burdened sinner. 
 
 AH, what can I do, 
 Or where be secure \ 
 If justice pursue 
 
 What heart can endure ! 
 The heart breaks asunder, 
 
 Though hard as a stone, 
 When God speaks in thunder, 
 And makes himself known. 
 
 With terror I read 
 
 My sins heavy score, 
 The number exceeds 
 
 The sands on the shore : 
 Guilt makes me unable 
 
 To stand or to flee, 
 So Cain murder'd Abel, 
 
 And trembled like me. 
 
 Each sin, like his blood, 
 
 With a terrible cry, 
 Calls loudly on God 
 
 To strike from on high ; 
 Nor can my repentance, 
 
 Extorted by fear, 
 Reverse the just sentence, 
 
 'Trs just, though severe, 
 
152 HYMN CLXVH. 
 
 4 The case is too plain, 
 
 I have my own choice ; 
 Again and again, 
 
 1 slighted his voice ; 
 His warnings neglected, 
 
 His patience abus'd, 
 His gospel rejected, 
 
 His mercy refus'd. 
 
 5 And must I then go, 
 
 For eve to dwell 
 In torments and wo 
 
 With devils in hell ! 
 Oh where is the Saviour 
 
 1 scorn 'd in times past ; 
 His word in my favour, 
 
 Would save me at last. 
 
 6 Lord Jesus, on thee 
 
 1 venture to call, 
 Oh look upon me, 
 
 The vilest of all ; 
 For whom didst thou languish, 
 
 And bleed on the tree ? 
 Oh pity my anguish, 
 
 And say* u 'Twas for thee.," 
 
 7 A case such as mine 
 
 Will honour thy pow'r, 
 Ail hell will repine, 
 
 Ail heaven adore ; 
 If in condemnation 
 
 Strict justice takes place, 
 
HYMN CLXV1II. 153 
 
 It shines i& salvation 
 
 Morci^Jorious through grace. 
 
 HYMN 168. (8. 8. 6. 8. 8. 6) 
 
 Excefit a man be born again. Joh. iii. 4. 
 
 1 Jk WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, 
 Xjl My sou l hi bonds of guilt I found, 
 
 And knew not where to go ; 
 O'er whelm 'd with sin, with anguish slain, 
 The sinper must be born again, 
 
 Or sink to endless wo. 
 
 2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell 
 Which way to shun the gates of hell, 
 
 For death and ht 11 drew near ; 
 I strove indeed, but strove in vain, 
 The sinner must be born again, 
 
 Still sounded in mine ear. 
 
 3 When to the law I trembling fled, 
 It pour'd its curses on my head, 
 
 I no relief could find ; 
 This fearful truth increas'd my pain, 
 The sinner must be born again. 
 
 O'crwhelm'd my torturM mind. 
 
 4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, 
 And guilt lay heavy on my soul, 
 
 A vast unwieldy load ; 
 Alas ! I read and saw it plain, 
 The sinner must be born again, 
 
 Or, drink the wrath of God. 
 N 
 
154 HYMN CLXVIIL 
 
 5 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
 How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, 
 
 And broke the fowler's snare. 
 Yet, when 1 found this truth remain, 
 The sinner must be born again, - 
 I sunk in deep despair. 
 
 9 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
 Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd that way, 
 
 And felt his pity move ; 
 The sinner, by his justice slain,* 
 Now, by his grace, is born again, 
 
 And sings redeeming love. 
 
 7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew, 
 The angels tun'd their harps anew, 
 
 And loftier notes did raise ; 
 All hail ! the Lamb who once was slain. 
 Unnumber'd millions, born aga/It, 
 
 Will shout thine endless praise. 
 
 HYMN 168. (P. M.) Doddridge. 
 
 God* 8 government Ziorfsjoy — Isaiah Iii. 7. 
 
 1 "%7" E subjects of the Lord proclaim 
 
 \ The royal honours of his name ; 
 
 * Jehovah reigns,' be all your song. 
 >Tis he thy God, O Zion, reigns. 
 Prepare thy most harmonious strains, 
 
 Glad hallelujahs to prolong. 
 
 2 Ye princes, boast no more your crown, 
 But lay the glittering trifle down 
 
 In lowly honour at his feet ; 
 
HYMN CLXIX. 155 
 
 A span your narrow empire bounds ; 
 He reigns beyond created rounds, 
 In self-sufficient glory great. 
 
 3 Tremble, ye pageants of a day, 
 Form'd, like your slaves, of brittle clay ; 
 
 Down to the dust your sceptres bend ; 
 To everlasting years He reigns, 
 And undiminish'd pomp maintains, 
 
 When kings, and suns, and time shall 
 end. 
 
 4 So shall his favoured Zion live ; 
 In vain confed'rate nations strive 
 
 Her sacred turrets to destroy ; 
 Her sov'reign sits enthron'd above, 
 And endless pow'r, and endless love, 
 
 Ensure her safety and her joy. 
 
 HYMN 169. (8. 7.4.) Bristol col. 
 Zion' s increase prayed for. — Psalm xlv. 3. 
 
 1 4~^i IRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour ! 
 \Jf Make the word of truth thy care! 
 Prosper in thy course triumphant, 
 
 All success attend thy war ! 
 Gracious Victor, 
 Bring thy trophies from afar. 
 
 2 Majesty combin'd with meekness, 
 
 Righteousness and peace unite, 
 To ensure thy blessed conquest, 
 
 Take possession of thy right : 
 Ride victorious, 
 Deck'd in robes of purest light. 
 
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 156 HYMN CLXX. 
 
 3 Blest are all that touch thy sceptre — 
 Bit* st are all that own thy reign ; 
 
 Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants — 
 Rescu'd from its galling chain : 
 
 Saints and angels, 
 
 All, who know thee, bless thy reign. 
 
 HYMN 170. (148th.) Peacock. 
 
 Christ* a resurrection and ascension. 
 
 Luke xxiv. 34. 
 
 LL hail ! the glorious morn, 
 That saw our Saviour rise ; 
 With vici'ry bright adorn 'd ; 
 And triumph in his eves ; 
 Ye saints extol your risen Lord, 
 And sing his praise with sweet accord. 
 
 Behold the Lamb of God, 
 
 TV atoning sacrifice, 
 
 Sustains the dreadful load 
 
 Ol man's iniquities; 
 Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes, 
 All vanquished fell, when Jesus rose. 
 
 At once the prison doors, 
 Death's awful gates, expand ; 
 Their captive they restore, 
 At God's supreme command : 
 How blest the hour, awake our joys, 
 Hell's fatal pow'r, lo, he destroys. 
 
 The conqueror ascends, 
 In triumph to the skies ; 
 
HYMN CLXXI. 157 
 
 Celestial hosts attend, 
 
 To crown his victories : 
 Hark ! they proclaim his glorious name ; 
 And heav'n resounds Immanuel's fame. 
 
 5 Now to the throne above, 
 Let ev'ry saint draw near ; 
 There dwells incarnate love, 
 Grace sits triumphant there: 
 
 See mercy smile, e'n on that throne, 
 Where once did wrath and justice frown. 
 
 6 All praise be to the Lamb, 
 Who offered up his blood ; 
 Hosannas to his name, 
 That for our ransom stood ; 
 
 In notes jsublime with joy we'll sing, 
 The love divine of Christ our King. 
 
 HYMN 171. (8s.) 
 
 Our God for ever and ever. — Psalm xixiii. 11. 
 
 1 T | iHIS God is the God we adore, 
 
 Our faithful unchangeable friend, 
 Whose love is as large as his power, 
 And neither knows measure nor end. 
 
 2 'Tis Jesus the first and the last, 
 
 Whose spirit shall guide us safe home ; 
 We'll praise him for all that is past, 
 And trust him for all that's to come, 
 
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158 HYMN CLXXII, CLXXIII. 
 
 HYMN 172. (148th.) Harrison. 
 
 Dejected, net hofn.ig. — Psalm xliJ. 11. 
 
 1 "\^1 7 **Y do I thus complain, , 
 
 V V And bow my drooping head ? 
 
 Cheer up my soul, agaia — 
 
 Thy Saviour is not dead : 
 Jesus, thy Lord, is still the same, 
 Believe his word, and trust his name. 
 
 2 What though he hides his face, 
 Nor will one smile afford, 
 Thou yet may'st plead his grace, 
 And venture on his word : 
 
 Still ail thy trust on him repose, 
 And own him just in all thy woes. 
 
 3 Why should distressing thoughts, 
 Why should distracting cares, 
 Still aggravate thy faults, 
 
 And urge thy flowing tears ? 
 No longer fight against his rod ; 
 But still delight and hope in God. 
 
 HYMN 173. 8. 8. 6. 
 Time^and Mteriiity. — Psalm xxxix. 
 
 O ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 
 Yet how insensible ! 
 A point of time, a moment's space, 
 Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 
 Or, shuts me up in hell ! 
 
HYMN CLXXIII. ' 159 
 
 2 O God, my inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 
 Eternal things impress; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me, ere it be too late, 
 
 By free and sov'reign grace. 
 
 3 Before me place, in bright array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou in clouds shalt come 
 To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
 
 tell me, Lord — shall I be there, 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 4 O thou, that hear'st the pray'r of faith, 
 Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 
 
 That casts itself on thee ? 
 
 1 have no refuge of my own, 
 
 But fly to what my Lord hath done, 
 And suffer'd once for me. 
 
 5 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
 His spotless righteousness I plead, 
 
 And his availing blood : 
 Thy righteousness my robe shall be, 
 Thy merit shall atone for me, 
 
 And bring me near to God. 
 
 6 Then snatch me from eternal death, 
 The spirit of adoption breath, 
 
 His consolations send : 
 By him some word of life impart, 
 And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
 
 My Maker is my friend. 
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160 HYMN CLXXIV, CLXXV. 
 
 7 The king of terrors then shall be 
 A welcome messenger to me, 
 
 To bid me come away : 
 Unclogg'd by earth or earthly things, 
 I'll mount, I'll fly with eager wings 
 
 To everlasting day. 
 
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 HYMN 174. Madan's Col. 
 
 Praise to the Saviour, 
 
 WHAT shall 1 do my Saviour to 
 praise ? 
 So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace ; 
 So strong to deliver, so good to redeem 
 The weakest believer that hangs upon 
 him ! 
 
 2 How happy the man whose heart is set 
 
 free ! 
 The people who can be joyful in thee ; 
 Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, 
 And ever depend upon Almighty grace. 
 
 3 Their daily delight will be in thy name ; 
 They shall, as their right, thy righteous- 
 ness claim ; 
 
 Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd 
 
 by thy blood, 
 Bold shall they appear in the presence of 
 
 God. 
 
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 HYMN 175. 8. 7. Robinson. 
 
 Ebenezer—-\ Sam. vii. 12. 
 OME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
 
HYMN CLXXVI. 161 
 
 Streams of mercy never ceasing 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 
 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer : 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come : 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 
 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
 He, to save my soul from danger, 
 Interpos'd with precious blood. 
 
 4 O, to grace how great a debtor, 
 
 Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! 
 Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wand 'ring heart to thee I 
 
 5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love I 
 Here's my heart, O take and seal it ; 
 Seal it from thy courts above. 
 
 HYMN 176. 7s. 
 
 Temfited—but flying to Christ the refuge, 
 
 1 TESUS ! lover of my soul, 
 <J Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the raging billows roll, — 
 
 While the tempest still is high ! 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 O receive my soul at last. 
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162 HYMN CLXXVIf. 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, — 
 
 Hangs my hdpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me : 
 All my trust on thee is stay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; 
 
 All in all in thee I find ! 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind : 
 Just and holy is thy name, 
 
 I am all unrighteousness, 
 Vile and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, . 
 
 Grace to pardon all my sins — 
 Let the healing streams abound ; 
 
 Make and keep me pure within ; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 177. 5. 5. 11. Wesley. 
 Sufferings and death of Jesus.— Lam. i. 12. 
 
 1 A LL ye who pass by, 
 ji\. To Jesus draw nigh, 
 To you is it nothing that Jesus should die ? 
 
HYMN CLXXVIII. 163 
 
 Our ransom and peace, 
 Our surety he is, 
 Come, see if there ever was sorrow like 
 his. 
 
 2 The Lord, in the day 
 Of anger, did lay 
 
 Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them 
 away ; 
 Hedy'dtoatone 
 For sins not his own — 
 The Father has punish'd for us his dear 
 Son. 
 
 3 For sinners like me, 
 He dy'd on the tree ; 
 
 His death ^accepted, the sinner is free. 
 
 My pardon I claim, 
 
 A sinner I am, 
 A sinner believing in Jesus's name. 
 
 At With joy we approve 
 The plan of his love ! 
 A wonder to all both below and above ! 
 When time is no more, 
 We still shall adore 
 That ocean of love, without bottom or 
 shore. 
 
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 HYMN 178. 
 
 The kuigdovi of Christ.— Phil. iv. 4. 
 
 EJOICE ! the Lord is king : 
 Your God and King adore ; 
 
164 HYMN CLXXVIII. 
 
 Mortals give thanks and sing, 
 
 And triumph evermore : 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 2 Rejoice ! the Saviour reigns, — 
 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 When he had purg'd our stains, 
 
 He took his seat above : 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; 
 The keys of death and hell 
 
 Are to our Jesus giv'n ; 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 4 He all his foes shall quell, 
 
 Shall all our sins destroy, 
 And even* bosom swell 
 
 With pure seraphic joy ; 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious hope ! 
 
 Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
 And take his servants up 
 
 To their eternal home : 
 We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, 
 The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. 
 
HYMN CLXXIX. 165 
 
 HYMN 179. (8, 7. 8, 7.) 
 
 A charity -hymn. 
 
 1 " ORD thy care, for all providing, 
 
 L| Warm'd thy faithful prophet's 
 tongue ; 
 Who, the lot of all deciding, 
 To thy chosen Israel sung : 
 
 2 When thine harvest yields the pleasure, 
 
 Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind ; 
 To the poor belongs the treasure 
 Of the scatter'd ears behind. 
 
 3 When thine olive plants increasing, 
 
 Pour thy plenty o'er thy plain, 
 Grateful thou shalt take the blessing. 
 But not search the bough again. 
 
 4 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, 
 
 Gladdens thy autumnal scene, 
 Own the bounteous hand bestowing, 
 But thy vines the poor shall glean. 
 
 5 Still we read thy word declaring 
 
 Mercy, Lord, thine own decree ; 
 Mercy ev'ry sorrow sharing, 
 
 Warms the heart resembling thee. 
 
 6 Still the orphan and the stranger, 
 
 Still the widow owns thy care, 
 Screen'd by thee in ev'ry danger, 
 Heard by thee in ev ry pray'r. 
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166 HYMN CLXXX, CXXXI. 
 
 HYMN 180. (L. M.) Barnard. V 
 
 At. parting. 
 
 1 |~| ! HAPPY day, when saints shall 
 
 \J meet 
 
 To part no more — the thought is sweet ; 
 No more to feel the rending smart, 
 Oft felt below, when christians part. 
 
 2 O happy place I still must say, 
 Where all but love is done away ; 
 All cause of parting there is past ; 
 Their social feast will ever last. 
 
 6 Such union here is sought in vain, 
 As there, in ev'ry heart, will reign ; 
 There separations can't compel 
 The saints to bid, the sad farewell. 
 
 4t The happy season soon will come, 
 
 When saints shall meet in heaven, their 
 
 home; 
 Eternally with Christ to dwell, 
 Nor ever hear the sound, farewell. 
 
 HYMN 181. (L. M.) Doddridge. 
 The Christian Farewell — 2 Cor. xiii. 11. 
 
 1 r ■ iHY presence, everlasting God, 
 
 | Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad 
 Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, 
 In ev'ry place thy children keep. 
 
 2 While near each other we remain, 
 Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; 
 
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 When absent happy, if we share 
 
 Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care. 
 
 3 To thee we all our w^ys commit, 
 And Seek our comforts near thy feet ; 
 Stiil on our souls vouchsafe to shine, 
 And guard and guide us still as thine, 
 
 4 Bring us together in thy house, 
 Again to pay our thankful vows ; 
 Or, if that joy no more be known, 
 Give us to meet around thy throne. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 (L. M.) Ken. 
 
 PRAISE God from whom all blessings 
 flow; 
 Praise him all creatures here below; 
 Praise him above, ye heav'nly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 (C. M.) Maxwell. 
 A LL glory to th' Eternal Three, 
 /lL And undivided One ; 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit be, 
 Co-equal honours done. 
 
 (S. M.) Beddome. 
 
 TO thee Eternal Three, 
 In will and essence one, 
 Be universal honours paid, 
 Co-equal honours done. 
 
168 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 (L. M.) Hart. 
 
 At Dismission. 
 
 1 "W"V ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord, 
 
 \j Help us to feed upon thy word $ 
 All that wev'e done 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 fetter'd soul release, 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 (C. M.) Cennick. 
 
 Praise to the Lamb. 
 
 1 T^TOT unto us, but thee alone, 
 X^| Blest Lamb, be glory giv'n 
 Here shall thy praises be begun, 
 
 And carried on in heav'n. 
 
 2 Till we the veil of flesh lay down, 
 
 Accept our weaker lays ; 
 And when we reach thy blissful throne, 
 We'll give thee nobler praise. 
 
 (S. M.) Griffin's Sel. 
 
 Dismission. 
 
 1 ^k NCE more before we part,* 
 \J Great God attend our pray'r ; 
 
 And seal the gospel on the heart 
 Of ev'ry person here. 
 
 2 And if we meet no more, 
 On Zion's holy ground ; 
 
 may we reach that blissful shore, 
 To which thy saints are bound. 
 
 

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