Q Q Z I 0 < z Il z 2 ^ 0 kl h Ul >• a. < QQ Q J =^ l^ ". i 0 i ^ s - (0 < ffl 5 0 Ij Q S g ¥ 2 ^ 1 0 I J Ul H N 5 Ul f 2 H w I ^■ 0 k S ^- z R 0 U. (n 8! t] 5 u z q S J a ,/ > Ul a: SCA /3M Ditiaion J-i OF PJiJ^ SOCIAL HYMIOOM >/ .«> COMPILED BY Rev. STEPHEN PARKS, OP THE TEOY OONFEREKCE. N^txj-f 0rk: PUBLISHED BY CAELTON & PORTER, TBACT BOCIETT OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CmjKCH, 200 MITLBEERY-STKEET. 1856. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, BY CAKLTON & PORTER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the South- ern District of New-York. EDITOR'S PREFACE. Every Cliurch needs a social hymn book. Standard collections of sacred hymns, for public worship, must be ad- justed to a stern and elevated literary taste. They contain, of course, excellent devotional hymns, and can never be su- perseded ; but there is a demand univer- sally felt for something additional, which, in simplicity and freeness, shall speak out the religious sentiment of all classes, without responding to a severe and ex- acting criticism. Methodism sings in its heart. The spirit-harmonies of a free and a full salva- tion would make hymns and tunes if there were none. The outgushing joys of the inner life express themselves in the sim- ple, famihar strains of native melody, and 4 EDITOR S PREFACE. though they do not reject the highest styles of correctness and elegance, they give paramount influence to pathos and spiritual power. To meet this demand, and perhaps to take advantage of it, individuals have published numerous social hymn books for the use of the Methodist Episcopal Church, but they have generally given currency to a light and irreverent style of singing, tending to vitiate the taste, and dissipate rather than inspire true devotion. We have therefore deemed a choice selection of social hymns, avoiding the esxtremes of a severe literary standard, and of undue levity, but giving free ut- terance to the feelings of a living evan- gelical piety, a desideratum in our Church ; and we believe it well supplied in this beautiful hymn book, compiled by a brother of good taste, and sent out under the auspices of the Tract Society. Jesse T. Peck. New- York, May, 1856. TOPICAL ARRANGEMENT. Depeavity. Jesus Christ. PAGE. T I" His Birth 10 1 Sufferings and Death 13 -! Eesurrection 25 Character and Offices 26 LEeign.... 87 Holy Spirit 41 Free Salvatiox 44 Appeals to the Unconverted 56 Repentance and Faith 88 Justification, Adoption, and Witness op the Spirit 112 Love 125 Humility 129 Faith 130 Peace and Joy ' 134 Gentleness 140 E?fesignation 142 Courage and Decision 145 [Hope 149 Growth in Grace and Entire Sanctifioation. 156 Praise ? .^•^- 16T ■VVatchfulness and Praye^;"* ,._.'. • VllJ^v*' Christian Graces. w 6 TOPICAL AERANGEMENT. PAOB. fA Warfare 191 Emblems of Cheis- J ^ Pilgrimage 193 TiAN Life. 1 A Eace 206 lA Voyage 207 f Affliction 212 VicissmTDEs OP ^1 Temptation 217 CHKI8TIAN Life. iQMAge 220 Vanity of Eaeth and Valfe of Eeligion 223 Unfaithfulness and Backsliding 242 Death op the Christian 250 Death in General 261 Eesueeection 268 Judgment 270 Heaven 274 Gexeeal Peayek-Meeting 297 MissiONAET Peatee-Meeting 311 Sunday-School Peayee-Meeting 385 Class-Meeting 341 Family Woeship 350 Declension and Eettval , 858 DoxoLooiES 368 "^s, & 4s. Christ welcomed to the heart. ¥ELCOME,welcome,bless'd Redeemer Welcome to this heart of mine ; Lord, I make a full surrender, Every power and thought be thine, Thine entirely, Through eternal ages thine. 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear. Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near ; Shout, O Zion! Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here ! 98 L. M. Condemned, but pleading the promises. SHOW pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ! Let a repenting rebel live. Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass The power and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound — So let thy pard'ning love be found. 106 REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 1 must pronounce thee just in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 99 s. M. The only expiation. PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet, A guilty rebel lies ; And upward to the mercy seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 Will justice frown me hence ? Stay, Lord, the vengeful storm ; Forbid it, that Omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. BEPENTANCE AND FAITH. 107 3 If sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should, from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But tears I will not plead To expiate my guilt ; No tears but those which thou hast shed — No blood, but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, Lord ! And all my sins forgive ; Then justice will approve the word That bids the sinner live. 100 8s & 7s. Barthneus. ''' "ll/TERCY, O thou Son of David!" jjI. Thus the blind Bartimeus pray'd ; " Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still ; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, " Come and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted. Though by begging used to live ; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give. 108 REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let mine eyes behold the day !" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus on the way. 101 4 6s & 2 8s. Renouncing the world. COME, my fond fluttering heart, Come, struggle to be free. Thou and the world must part, However hard it be : My trembling; spirit owns it just. But cleaves yet closer to the dust. 2 Ye tempting sweets, forbear, Ye dearest idols, fall ; My love ye must not share, Jesus shall have it ail ; 'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, But ah ! thou must consent, my heart ! 3 Ye fair enchanting throng ! Ye golden dreams, farewell ! Earth has prevail'd too long. And now I break the spell ; Ye farewell joys of early years, Jesus, forgive these parting tears. REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 109 4 But must I part with all? My heart still fondly pleads ; Yes, Dagon's self must fall ; It beats, it throbs, it bleeds : Is there no balm in Gilead found To soothe and heal the smarting wound? 5 0 yes, there is a balm, A kind physician there, My fever'd mind to calm, To bid me not despair : Aid me, dear vSaviour, set me free, And I will all resign to thee. 6 O ! may I feel thy worth, And let no idol dare. No vanity of earth. With thee, my Lord, compare : Now bid all worldly joys depart. And reign supremely in my heart! 102 4 Hues 7s. Mercy for the chief of sinners. DEPTH of mercy ! can there be Mercy still reserved for me 1 Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners spare ? 110 EEPENTANCE AND FAITH. 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls ; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 Now incline me to repent ; Let me now my sins lament ; Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more. 4 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare ; Cries, How shall I give thee up? Lets the lifted thunder drop, 5 There for me the Saviour stands ; Shows his wounds and spreads his hands ; God is love ! I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 103 C. M. Umvearied earnestness. FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee No other help I know ; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah ! whither shall I go ? 2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew ray breath ! ■V\Tiat pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death ! EEPENTANCE AND FAITH. Ill 3 0 Jesus ! could I this believe, I now should feel thy power ; And all my wants thou wouldst relieve In this accepted hour. 4 Author of faith ! to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes : 0 let me now receive that gift — My soul without it dies. 104 L. M. Deprecating the withdrawal of the Spirit. STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart, And shaken off my guilty fears ; And vex'd and urged thee to depart, For many long rebellious years. 3 Though I have most unfaithful been. Of all who e'er thy grace received ; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen ; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 4 Yet, 0 ! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear T' exclude me from thy people's rest. J12 JUSTIFICATION JUSTIFICATION, ADOPTION, AND WIT- NESS OF THE SPIRIT. 105 8s and 7s. Forsaking all for Christ. JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me ; Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, Come disaster, scorn, and pain, In thy service pain is pleasure, With thy favoi, loss is gain. AND ADOPTIOK. 118 I have call'd thee Abba, Father, I have set my heart on thee ; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. 4 Know, my soul ! thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear : Think, what Spirit dwells within thee ; Think, what Father's smiles are thine ; Think, what Jesus did to win thee : Child of heaven ! canst thou repine ? 5 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer. Heaven's eternal days before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition. Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 106 C. M. The blood applied. IN answer to ten thousand prayers, Thou pardoning God, descend : Number me with salvation's heirs — My sins and troubles end. 8 IM JUSTIFICATION 2 Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heaven : But let me feel thy blood applied, And live and die forgiven. 107 6 lines 8s. Ho condemnation to thnn that are in Christ Jesus. AND can it be that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died he for me, who caused his pain? For me, who him to death pursued 1 Amazing love ! how can it be, That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me 1 2 'Tis myst'ry all — ^th' Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love Divine ; 'Tis mercy all ! let earth adore : Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above ; (So free, so infinite his grace !) Emptied himself of all but love. And bled for Adam's helpless race ; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, 0 my God, it found out me ! AND ADOPTION. 115 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night : Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray ; 1 woke ; the dungeon flamed with light : My chains fell off, my heart was free — I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread — Jesus, with all in him, is mine ; Alive in him, my living head. And clothed in righteousness Divine, Bold I approach th' eternal throne. And claim the crown, through Christ, my own. 108 12 9,12 9. Joy of the young convert. OHOW happy are they. Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above ; Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That sweet comfort was mine. When the favor Divine I received through the blood of the Lamb ; When my heart first believed, What a joy I received — What a heaven in Jesus's name! 116 JUSTIFICATION 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know, And the angels could do nothing more. Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat. And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song: O that all his salvation might see ; -He hath loved me, 1 cried, He hath suffer'd and died. To redeem even rebels like me. 5 O the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood ; Of my Saviour possess'd, I was perfectly bless'd, As if fill'd with the fullness of God. J 09 4 8s & 2 6s. Ye must be horn again. AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found. And knew not where to go : One solemn truth increased my pain, The sinner " must be born again," Or sink to endless woe. AND ADOPTION. Il]7 2 How did the law its thunders roll, While guilt lay heavy on my sbul, A vast, oppressive load! All human aid I saw was vain : The sinner " must be born again," Or drink the wrath of God. 3 I heard the saints with rapture tell How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, To bring salvation near: Yet would the dreadful truth remain ; The sinner " must be born again," Or sink in black despair. 4 But while I thus in anguish lay, The bleeding Saviour pass'd that way, My bondage to remove ; The sinner once by justice slain, Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love. 110 L. M. The highway of holiness. JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone — ■ He, whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 118 JUSTIFICATION 2 The way the holy prophets went — The road that leads from banishment— The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not ; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not saved from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say. Come hither, soul, I am the way. 5 Lo I glad I come ; and thou, bless'd Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am ; Nothing but sin have I to give — Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round. What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, Behold the way to God. Ill CM. Joy over the penitent. OHOW Divine, how sweet the joy, When but one sinner turns, And with an humble, broken heart, His sins and errors mourns ! AND ADOPTION. 119 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below, In songs their tongues employ ; Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is fill'd with joy. 3 Well pleased, the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan ; Jesus receives him in his arms, And claims him for his own. 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, But kindle with new fire : " The sinner lost is found," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre, \\2 886,886. The inioard witness. THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on, E'en from my infant days ; Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew Thy justifying grace. 2 If I have only known thy fear, And follow'd, with a heart sincere, Thy drawings from above ; Now, now the further grace bestow, And let my sprinkled conscience know Thy sweet, forgiving love. 120 JUSTIFICATION 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the Gospel hope, The sense of sin forgiven ; I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, Without the inward witness live, That ante-past of heaven. 4 If now the witness were in me, Would he not testify of thee, In Jesus reconciled? And should I not with faith draw nigh, And boldly, Abba, Father, cry, And know myself thy child "? 5 Father, in me reveal thy Son, And to my inmost soul make known How merciful thou art ; The secret of thy love reveal. And by thy hall'wing Spirit dwell Forever in my heart. 113 L.M. The bliss of assurance. LORD, how secure and bless'd are they. Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin ; Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea. Their minds have heaven and peace within. AND ADOPTION. 121 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love ; And soft, and silent as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts, their joys come on, But fly not half so swift away : Their souls are ever bright as noon. And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, Where groves of living pleasure grow ; And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles, Sit undisturb'd upon their brow, 5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys. But spend the day and share the night. In numbering o'er the richer joys That heaven prepares for their delight. 114 8s & 6s. The great change. SAY, dost thou mark that beaming eye, That countenance serene ; That smile of hope, and love, and joy, Where gloom so late has been 1 More beautiful that sight appears Than all the charms that nature wears. - 122 JUSTIFICATION 2 And dost thou mark that temper mild, That image pure of heaven 1 That soul subdued and reconciled, Which once with hate was riv'n ? Sure nothing earthly can impart Such meltings to a stubborn heart. 3 0, glorious change ! 'tis all of grace, By bleeding love bestow'd On outcasts of a fallen race, To bring them home to God ; Infinite grace to vileness giv'n, The sons of earth made heirs of heav'n. 115 C. M. The earnest and pledge of joys to come. WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, And seal the heirs of heaven ] When wilt thou banish my complaints? And show my sins forgiven? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood ; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God. i AND ADOPTION. 123 4 Thou art the earnest of his love — The pledge of joys to come ; May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove, Safely convey me home. 116 4 6s & 2 8s. "Abba, Father." ARISE, my soul, arise ; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears : Before the thrcfhe my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede ; His all-redeeming love. His precious blood to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers. They strongly plead for me ,* Forgive him, O forgive ! they cry. Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 124 JUSTIFICATION", ETC. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconciled ; His pard'ning voice I hear : He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear ; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 117 * CM. Heavenly rest in anticipation. WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear. And wipe my weeping eyes, O, that will he joyful I joyful ! joy- full O, that will be joyful ! To meet to part no more, To meet to part no more, On Canaan'' s happy shore ; 'Tis there weUl meet, at Jcsus^ feet, WeHl meet to part no more. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 125 2 Should earth against my soul engage. And fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world O, that will he joyful! &c. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come. Let storms of sorrow fall — So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. O, that will he joyful I &c. 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul Li seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. O, that will he joyful! &c. CHRISTIAN GRACES. LOVE. 118 C.M. Love St thou me ? feed my lambs. DO not I love thee, O my Lord ? Behold my heart and see. And turn each cursed idol out That dares to rival thee. 126 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 Do not I love thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love : Dead be my heart to every joy, Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear "J 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead 1 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name ? And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame ? 6 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord, But, 0 ! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, That I may love thee more. 119 ^* ^• Brotherly love. HOW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord In one another's peace delight. And so fulfill his word ! CHRISTIAN GRACES. 127 2 0 may we feel each brother's sigh, And with him bear a part ; May sorrows flow from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart ! 3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride; Our wishes fix above ; May each his brother's failing hide, i And show a brother's love. 4 Let love, in one delightful stream. Through every bosom flow ; And union sweet, and fond esteem. In every action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds The happy souls above ; And he's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love. Panting after the fullness of love. LOVE Divine, how sweet thou art! 0 When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love — The love of Christ to me. 128 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 Stronger his love than death or hell Its riches are unsearchable ; The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see ; They cannot reach the m)'stery, The length, the breadth, the height. 3 God only knows the love of God ; O ! that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart : For love I sigh, for love I pine ; This only portion. Lord, be mine ; Be mine this better part. 4 0 that I could forever sit With Mary at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice ; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 5 O ! that I could, with favor'd John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breast : From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, 0 Loij^, to find in thee My everlastijfe rest. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 129 HUMILITY. 121 6 li7ies 8s. Humility. THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet ; And Lydia's gently open'd heart Was made for God's own temple meet : Fairest and best adorn''d is she Whose clothing is humility. 3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown In deepest adoration bends ; The weight of glory bows him down Then most when most his soul as- cends : Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility. 9 130 CHRISTIAN GRACES. FAITH. 122 lis & los. The Lord is my Shepherd. THE Lord is my Shepherd ; he makes me repose Where the pastures in beauty are grow- ing ; He leads me afar from the world and its woes, Where in peace the still waters are flowing. 2 He strengthens my spirit, he shows me the path Where the arms of his love shall in- fold me ; And as I walk through the dark valley of death, There his rod and his staff will uphold me! 123 10 10,1111. Ivnll trust, and not be afraid. BEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear : By prayer let me wrestle, and he will per- form ; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 131 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide : [guide, Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail. The word he hath spoken shall surely prevail. 3 His love, in time past, forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink ; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through. 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good. The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food ; Though painful at present, 'twill cease be- fore long, And then, O how pleasant the conqueror's song! 124 10 10, 11 11. The Lord will provide. THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers affright. Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite. Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us — The Lord will provide. 132 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 The birds without barn or storehouse are fed; From them let us learn to trust for our bread ; His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written — The Lord will provide. 3 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith ; He cannot take from us (though oft he has tried) The heart-cheering promise — The Lord will provide. 4 He tells us we're weak — our hope is in vain ; The good that we seek, we ne'er shall obtain : But when such suggestions our graces have tried. This answers all questions — The Lord will provide. 5 No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim, Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's Name ; In this our strong tower for safety we hide ; The Lord is our power — The Lord will provide. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 133 6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us through ; Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting — The Lord will provide. J 25 ^ ^^'"65 8s. Immutability of God. THIS, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as great as his power, And neither knows measure nor end : '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. 126 4 6s & 2 8s. Faith. FxlITH is the Christian's prop, Whereon his sorrows lean, " The substance of his hope. His proof of things unseen :" It is the anchor of his soul, When tempests rage and billows roll. 134 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 Faith is the polar star, That guides the Christian's bark ; Directs him from afar, To reach the holy ark : It points his course where'er he roam, And safely leads the pilgrim home. 3 Faith is the rainbow's form. Hung on the brow of heaven ; The glory of the storm, The pledge of mercy given : It is the bright triumphal arch. Through which the saints to glory march. PEACE AND JOY. 1 27 8 lines 7s. Partnership of the saints in light. JESUS is our common Lord ; He our loving Saviour is ; By his death to life restored. Misery we exchange for bliss ; Bliss to carnal minds unknown; O 'tis more than tongue can tell! Only to believers showTi — Glorious and unspeakable. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 135 2 Christ, our Brother and our Friend, Shows us his eternal love : Never shall our triumphs end, Till we take our seats above. Let us walk with him in white ; For our bridal day prepare ; For our partnership in light — For our glorious meeting there. 128 s. M. For 'perfect peace. JESUS, my Lord, attend Thy feeble creature's cry; And show thyself the sinner's Friend, And set me up on high. From hell's oppressive power My struggling soul release ; And to thy Father's grace restore, And to thy perfect peace. 2 Thy blood and righteousness I make my only plea ; My present and eternal peace Are both derived from thee. Rivers of life divine From thee, their fountain, flow ; And all who know that love of thine, The joy of angels know. 136 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 129 s. M. Heaven upon earth. MY God, my life, my love, • To thee, to thee I call : 1 cannot live if thou remove. For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell : 'Tis paradise when thou art here ; If thou depart 'tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And nowhere else but there. 4 To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss ; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place. If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, Nor yield one drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. CHKISTIAN GRACES. 137 7 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll ; The circle where my passions move, And center of my soul. 130 P.M. Joyfully, joyfully. JOYFULLY, joyfully, onward T move, Bound for the land of bright spirits above ; Angelic choristers sing, as I come, " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 2 Soon, with my pilgimage ended below. Home to that land of delight will I go ; Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam ; Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 3 Friends fondly cherish'd have pass'd on before. Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore ; Singing, to cheer me through death's chill- ing gloom, " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 4 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear ; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 138 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 5 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low; Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow ; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb ; Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 6 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn : Death shall be banish'd, his scepter be gone; Joyfully then shall I witness his doom ; Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 1 O 1 8 lines 8s. The all-sufficiency of Jesus. HOW tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see ! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers. Have all lost their sweetness to me ; The midsummer sun shines but dim. The fields strive in vain to look gay ; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His Name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice , His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice ; CHRISTIAN GRACES. 139 I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I — My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign'd, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind : While bless'd with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove. If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine. If thou art my sun and my song. Say, why do I languish and pine ? And why are my winters so long ? 0 drive these dark clouds from my sky ; Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; Or take me to thee up on high. Where winter and clouds are no more. 132 CM. TViumphant joy. MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights. The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights : 140 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe ; The wings of love and arms of faith Would bear me conqu'ror through. GENTLENESS. 133 CM. Speak gently. SPEAK gently ; it is better far To rule by love than fear : Speak gently ; let no harsh word mar The good we may do here. CHKISTIAN GRACES. 141 2 Speak gently to the young, for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may, 'Tis full of anxious care. 3 Speak gently to the aged one ; Grieve not the care-worn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run ; Let them in peace depart. 4 Speak gently to the erring ones ; They must have toil'd in vain ; Perchance unkindness made them so ; 0 ! win them back again ! 1 34 7s & 6s. Deal gently. DEAL gently with the lowly, For bitter is their lot, When by their friends deserted. And by the world forgot ; One kindly word may banish The anguish of despair, And bid forever vanish A world of grief and care. 2 Remember, O ! remember. It is not always May ; The blast of life's December May drive your friends away; 142 CHRISTIAN GRACES. For, when the storms of winter In darkness cloud the sky, ■ The earliest birds of summer Are always first to fly. 3 Whene'er an erring brother Departs from honor's path. Reprove him not too harshly, Nor turn away in wrath ; But point out to him kindly, The path he should have trod- And thou wilt gain his blessing, And favor with thy God. RESIGNATION". 135 8s&7s. Bereavement and Resignation. JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding O'er the spoils that death has won, We would, at this solemn meeting, Calmly say. Thy will be done. 2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and thou hast taken ; Blessed Lord, Thy will be done. CHRISTIAN" GRACES. 143 3 Though to-day we're fiU'd with mourn- ing, Mercy still is on the throne ; With thy smiles of love returning, We can sing, Thy will be done. 4 By thy hands the boon was given ; Thou hast taken but thine own; Lord of earth, and God of heaven, Evermore, Thy will be done. 136 8s&7s. Besignation. HUSH, my heart, each sad repining; Adverse winds on earth must rise ; Yet for thee there still are shining Brighter hopes and fairer skies. 2 Trials here were sent to teach thee, Earth is not thy spirit's home : Here misfortune's shafts may reach thee, SufFrings here and grief must come, 3 " Earthly hopes may all be blighted ;" Youth's bright visions fade away ; Joys that have thy pathway lighted. May be doom'd to swift decay. 4 Yet amid earth's pain and sadness, Hopes there are which never die — Hopes that fill the heart with gladness — Hopes which reach beyond the sky. IM CHRISTIAISr GRACES. 5 Jesus — 0 that name, how precious! Jesus came — dispell'd the gloom That, like midnight, hung suspended O'er the confines of the tomb. 6 Through its portals, once so dreary, Now beams forth immortal light ; Mourners, wayworn, sad, and weary, Hail with joy the glorious sight. 7 From earth's scenes of pain and anguish, Upward turn thy weeping eye ; Let thy faith no longer languish, But in triumph soar on high. 8 Life is thine — a life immortal, Far beyond earth's cloudy sphere ; And its rays, through faith's bright portal, May illume thy pathway here. 137 s. M. M)r perfect submission. I WANT a heart to pray- To pray, and never cease ; Never to murmur at thy stay, Or wish my suff'rings less. This blessing, above all — Always to pray — I want ; Out of the deep on thee to call, And never, never faint. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 145 2 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threat'ning or reward, To thee and thy great name; A jealous, just concern For thine immortal praise ; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify thy grace. 3 I rest upon thy word ; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee : But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide Into thy perfect love. COURAGE AND DECISION. 138 77,87,77,87. Fearless in the fire of tribulation. HEAD of the Church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee ; Till thou appear, thy members here Shall sing like those in glory : We lift our hearts and voices With bless' d anticipation ; And cry aloud, and give to God The praise of our salvation. 10 146 CHRISTIAN GEACES. 2 Thou dost conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation ; Nor will we fear, while thou art near, The fire of tribulation : The world, with sin and Satan, In vain our march opposes ; By thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses. 3 By faith we see the glory To which thou shalt restore us ; The cross despise for that high prize Which thou hast set before us : And if thou count us worthy. We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. 139 10, 5, 11. Renewed fidelity mid zccd. COME, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear . His adorable will let us gladly fulfill, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 147 2 Our life is a dream ; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. The arrow is flown, the moment is gone ; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 3 O that each, in the day of His coming, may say I have fought my way through ; [to do. I have finish'd the work thou didst give me 0 that each from his Lord may receive the glad word. Well and faithfully done! [throne. Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 140 886, 886. Gratitude evinced by living to God's glory. BE it my only wisdom here. To serve the Lord with filial fear, With loving gratitude : Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way, And walking in the good. 2 0 may I still from sin depart; A wise and understanding heart, Jesus, to me be given : And let me through thy Spirit know To glorify my God below, ' .-, And find my way to heaven. 148 CHKISTIAN GKACES. 141 7s & 6s. The patioice of hope, OWHEN shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above, And from that flowing fountain Drink everlasting love ! When shall I be deliver'd From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in I 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before ; He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear ; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die. And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly : Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid you all adieu: And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 149 4 And if you meet with trials And troubles on your way, Cast all your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray : Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love ; And when your race is ended, You'll reign with him above. 5 O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend. And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not refuse to lend ; Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request : He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. HOPE. 142 c. M. Radiant hope. OWHO, in such a world as this. Could bear his lot of pain. Did not one radiant hope of bliss Unclouded yet remain? That hope the sov'reign Lord has given, Who reigns above the skies; Hope that unites the soul to heaven By faith's endearing ties. 150 CHRISTIAN GEACES. 2 Each care, each ill of mortal birth, Is sent in pitying love, To lift the ling'ring heart from earth, And speed its flight above. And every pang that wrings the breast, And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest, And trust to holier ties. 143 c. M. We all shall meet in heaven. HAIL! sweetest, dearest tie that binds Our glowing hearts in one ; Hail ! sacred hope, that tunes our minds To harmony Divine. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which Jesus'' grace has given ; The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven ; We all shall meet in heaven at last, We all shall meet in heaven ; The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 2 What though the northern wintry blast Shall howl around thy cot ! What though beneath an Eastern sun Be cast our distant lot! Yet still we share the blissful hope, &c. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 151 3 From Burmah's shores, from Afric's strand, From India's burning plain, From Europe, from Columbia's land, We hope to meet again. It is the hope, the blissful hope, &c. 4 No lingering look, no parting sigh, Our future meeting knows ; There friendship beams from every eye, And home immortal grows, 0 sacred hope ! O blissful hope ! &c. 144 c. M. The full assurance of hope. HOW happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven ! This earth, he cries, is not my place ; 1 seek my place in heaven : A country far from mortal sight, Yet, O, by faith, I see The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heaven prepared for me. 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers, And ante-date that day : 152 CHEISTIAN GEACES. We feel the resurrection near — Our life in Christ conceal'd — And with his glorious presence here Our earthen vessels fill'd. 3 O would he more of heaven bestow ! And when the vessels break, Let our triumphant spirits go To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me ; And shout and wonder at his grace To all eternity. 145 886, 886. Bliss-inspiring hope, COME on, my partners in distress, My comrades through the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel : Awhile forget your griefs and fears. And look beyond this vale of tears. To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space. Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode ; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. CHEISTIAN GEACES. 153 3 Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear, And by his side sit down : To patient faith the prize is sure ; And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! It lifts the fainting spirits up ; It brings to life the dead : Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last, Triumphant with our Head. 5 That great mysterious Deity, We soon with open face shall see ; The beatific sight Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze Of everlasting light. \4^Q 4s & 6s, orC. M. Prospect of heaven. WHILE here I sit At Jesus' feet, Amid the vale of tears ; I'll trust his grace And sing his praise. Nor yield to doubts and fears. 154 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 2 And can it be That I shall see My Saviour face to face? Forever prove His boundless love, And endless anthems raise ? 3 The thought shall still My musings fill, By cares and sorrows press'd ; The blessed hope Shall lift me up — The hope of endless rest. 4 When God appears To wipe the tears From every pilgrim's eye, What tongue can tell The joys they'U feel Throughout eternity! 147 L. M. In hope, believing against hope. AWAY, my unbelieving fear! Fear shall in me no more have place My Saviour doth not yet appear ; He hides the brightness of his face : CHRISTIAN GRACES. 155 But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up my shield. 3 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-trees droop and die. The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford. And perish all the bleating race, Yet will I triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 In hope, believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim ; Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up ; Salvation is in Jesus' name. To me he soon shall 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. 156 GROWTH IN GRACE AND GROWTH IN GRACE AND ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 148 L. M. The light yoke and easy burden. OTHAT my load of sin were gone ; O that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down — To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; I cannot rest till pure within — Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; Thy light and easy burden prove : The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release ; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 157 149 c. M. Entire purification. FOREVER here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea — For me the Saviour died. 2 My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin. Sprinkle me ever vi^ith thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art ; Wash me, but not my feet alone — My hands, my head, my heart. 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition die. And all my soul be love. 150 CM. The refining fire of the Holy Spirit. JESUS, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad : Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fix'd in God. 158 GROWTH IN GRACE AND 2 O that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow ; Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow. 3 O that it now from heaven might fall, And all my sins consume ; Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call ; Spirit of burning, come. 4 Refining fire, go through my heart ; Illuminate my soul ; Scatter thy life through every part. And sanctify the whole. 5 My steadfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move ; While Christ is all the world to me, And all my heart is love. 151 ^- M Renouncing all for Christ COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above. Assist me with thy heavenly grace ; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place. 2 O let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free ; Which pants to have no other will. But night and day to feast on thee. ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 159 3 While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue : I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its gljtt'ring snares, adieu. 4 That path with humble speed I'll seek. In which my Saviours footsteps shine, Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine. 5 Henceforth let no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul ; Possess it thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Nothing on earth do I desire. But thy pure love within my breast ; This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest. 152 CM. A ■perfect heart the Redeemer's throne. OFOR a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free : A heart that always feels thy blood. So freely spilt for me : 160 GROVTTH IN GRACE AND 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak — Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 0 for a lowly, contrite heart. Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within : 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, And full of love Divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart : Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart — Thy new, best name of love. 153 4 6s & 2 8s. Invoicing the 'presence of Christ. COME, my Redeemer, come. And deign to dwell with me ; Come, and thy right assume. And bid my rivals flee; Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make thy heart my lasting home. ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 161 2 Exert thy mighty pow'r, And banish all my sin; In this auspicious hour, Bring all thy graces in : Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 3 Rule thou in every thought And passion of my soul, Till all my powers are brought Beneath thy full control : Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 4 Then shall my days be thine, And all my heart be love ; And joy and peace be mine. Such as are known above : Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 154 c. M. The believer' s rest. LORD, I believe a rest remains, To all thy people known ; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And thou art loved alone : 11 162 GEOWTH IN GEACE AND 2 A rest where all our souls' desire Is fix'd on things above ; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 O that I now the rest might know, Believe, and enter in : Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove this hardness from my heart ; This unbelief remove ; To me the rest of faith impart — The Sabbath of thy love. 155 4 6s & 2 8s. R^oicing in prospect of the blessing. YE ransom'd sinners, hear, The pris'ners of the Lord ; And wait till Christ appear, According to his word : Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me ; We shall from all our sins be free. 2 In God we put our trust; If we our sins confess. Faithful is he and just. From all unrighteousness To cleanse us all, both you and me : We shall from all our sins be free. ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 163 3 Surely in us the hope Of glory shall appear ; Smners, your heads lift up, And see redemption near : Again I say, Rejoice with me ;.]•£ We shall from all our sins be h te. 4 Who Jesus' sufF'rings share, My fellow-pris'ners now, Ye soon the crown shall wear On your triumphant brow : Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me ; We shall from all our sins be free. 5 The word of God is sure. And never can remove ; We shall in heart be pure, And perfected in love : Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me ; We shall from all our sins be free. 156 886, 886. The glorious hope, 0 GLORIOUS hope of perfect love ! It lifts me up to things above ; It bears on eagles' wings ; It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, And makes me for some moments feast With Jesus' priests and kings. 164 GROWTH IN GRACE AND 2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, I stand, and from the mountain-top See all the land below : Riv)?rs of milk and honey rise, An) ^ ", the fruits of paradise '^^ .ndless plenty grow. 3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, Favor'd with God's peculiar smile, AVith every blessing bless'd : There dwells the Lord our Righteousness, And keeps his own in perfect peace, And everlasting rest. 4 0 that I might at once go up ; No more on this side Jordan stop, But now the land possess : This moment end my legal years ; Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears, A howlins: wilderness. 157 CM. Longing to be dissolved in love. JESTJS hath died that I might live, Might live to God alone ; In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one. ENTIRE SANCTIFICATION. 165 2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace, The gift unspeakable ; And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, And all thy love to feel. 3 My soul breaks out in strong desire The perfect bliss to prove ; My longing heart is all on fire To be dissolved in love. 4 Give me thyself; from every boast. From every wish set free ; Let all I am in thee be lost, But give thyself to me. 5 Thy gifts, alas ! cannot suffice. Unless thyself be given ; Thy presence makes my paradise. And where thou art is heaven, \^Q 8 lines 8s. Follotohig the Lamh. WHAT now is my object and aim? What now is my hope and desire? To follow the heavenly Lamb, And after his image aspire : My hope is all center'd in thee ; I trust to recover thy love ; On earth thy salvation to see. And then to enjoy it above. 166 GROWTH IN GRACE, ETC. 2 I thirst for a life-giving God, A God that on Calvary died ; A fountain of water and blood, That gush'd from Immanuel's side ! 1 gasp for the streams of thy love, The spirit of rapture unknown; And then to redrink it above, Eternally fresh from the throne. 159 87,87,87,87. The new creation. LOVE Divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down Fix in us thy humble dwelling ; All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, thou art all compassion — Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation ; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe^ O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast ; Let us all in thee inherit ; Let us find that second rest. Take away our bent to sinning ; Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. PRAISE. 167 3 Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive : Suddenly return, and never. Never more thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above, Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy perfect love. 4 Finish then thy new creation ; Pure and spotless let us be ; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee : Changed from glory into glory. Till in heaven we take our place — Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. PRAISE. 160 c.M. General invitation to praise the Redeemer. OFOR a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise ; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. 168 PRAISE. 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim — To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy Name. 3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears. That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of cancel'd sin, He sets the pris'ner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood avail'd for me. 5 He speaks ; and, list'ning to his voice, New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; The humble poor believe. 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosen'd tongues employ ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ; And leap, ye lame, for joy. 161 87, 87. Glory to the Lamb. HARK ' the notes of angels, singing. Glory, glory to the Lamb ! All in heaven their tribute bringing, Raising high the Saviour's name. PKAISE. 169 2 Ye for whom his life was given, Sacred themes to you belong : Come, assist the choir of heaven ; Join the everlasting song. 3 Fill'd with holy emulation, We unite with those above : Sweet the theme — a free salvation — Fruit of everlasting love. 4 Endless life in him possessing, Let us praise his precious name ; Glory, honor, power, and blessing, Be forever to the Lamb. 162 c. M. All His works praise Him. THERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every flower, Which tells, 0 Lord, the wondrous tale Of thy almighty power : The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing, Proclaim their Maker's praise ; And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee an anthem raise. 2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone 'Mid nature's loud acclaim? Shall not my heart, with answering tone. Breathe forth thy holy name? 170 PKAISE. All nature's debt is small to mine ; Nature shall cease to be ; Thou gavest — proof of love Divine — Immortal life to me. 163 87,87,47. Halleluiah. OTHOU God of my ^salvation, My Redeemer from all sin ; Moved by thy Divine compassion, Who hast died my heart to win, I will praise thee : Where shall I thy praise begin 1 2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour: He hath brought salvation near ; Manifests his pard'ning favor ; And when Jesus doth appear, Soul and body Shall his glorious image bear. 3 While the angel choirs are crying, Glory to the great I AM, I with them will still be vieing — Glory ! glory to the Lamb ! O how precious Is the sound of Jesus'^^-name I PRAISE. 171 4 Angels now are hov'ring round us, Unperceived amid the throng ; Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, Glad to join the holy song ; Halleluiah, Love and praise to Christ belong ! 164 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. ■p EJOICE, the Lord is King ; l\) Your Lord and King adore : Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love ; When he had purged our stains, He took his seat above : Lift up your hearts,^ lift up your voice ; lejoice, again I say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail ; He rules o'er earth and heaven ; The keys of death and hell Are to oui' Jesus given : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 172 PRAISE. 4 He sits at God's right hand Till all his foes submit, And bow to his command, And fall beneath his feet: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 5 He all his foes shall quell, And all our sins destroy ; Let every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 6 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! 165 2 12s & 2 9s. COME away .to the skies. My beloved arise, And rejoice in the day thou wast born ; On this festival day, Come exulting away, And with singing to Zion return. PRAISE. 173 2 We have laid up our love, And our treasure above, Though our bodies continue below : The redeem'd of our Lord, We remember his word. And with singing to paradise go. 3 With singing we praise The original grace, By our heavenly Father bestow'd ; Our being receive From his bounty, and live To the honor and glory of God. 4 For thy glory we were First created, to share Both thy nature and kingdom Divine ; Now created again. That our souls may remain. Both in time and eternity, thine. 5 With thanks we approve The design of thy love. Which hath join'd us in Jesus's name ; So united in heart. That we never can part, Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb. 6 There, 0 there, at his feet, We shall suddenly meet. And be parted in body no more ! We shall sing to our lyres. With the heavenly choirs. And our Saviour in glory adore. 1T4 PRAISE. 7 Halleluiah we sing-, To our Father and And his rapturous praises repeat ; [King, To the Lamb that was slain, Halleluiah again, Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet! 166 s^M. Glory begun helov\ COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne. Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God, But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joj'^s abroad. 2 The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas ; This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love ; He will send down his heavenly powers. To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face. And never, never sin ; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in : PRAISE. lis Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below : Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow: Then let our songs abound. And every tear be dry ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. Ig7 87,87,87,87. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace : Streams of mercy, never ceasing. Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it; Mount of thy redeeming love ! 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ; Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 176 PRAISE. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constraint to be ! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above. J Q g 8 lines 7s. Witnesses for Jesus. COME, and let us sweetly join, Christ to praise in hymns Divine Give we all, with one accord, Glory to our common Lord ; Hands, and hearts, and voices raise ; Sing as in the ancient days ; Ante-date the joys above — Celebrate the feast of love. 2 Strive we, in affection strive ; Let the purer flame revive ; Such as in the martyrs glow'd, Dying champions for their God : WATCHFULNESS. 177 We like them may live and love ; Call'd we are their joys to prove ; Saved with them from future wrath ; Partners of like precious faith. 3 Sing we then in Jesus' Name, Now as yesterday the same ; One in every time and place, Full, for all, of truth and grace : We for Christ, our Master stand, Lights in a benighted land : We our dying Lord confess ; We are Jesus' witnesses. WATCHFULNESS AND PRAYER. 169 s. M. The spirit of prayer. THE praying spirit breathe ! The watching power impart; From all entanglements beneath, Call off my peaceful heart ; My feeble mind sustain. By worldly thoughts oppress'd ; Appear, and bid me turn again To my eternal rest. 12 178 WATCHFULNESS 2 Swift to my rescue come ; Thine own this moment seize ; Gather my wand'ring spirit home, And keep in perfect peace ; SufFer'd no more to rove O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, And shut me up in God. 170 s. M. For diligence and watchf-idness. A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save. And fit it for the sky. To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill— 0 ! may it all my powers engage, To do my Master's will. 2 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And O ! thy servant. Lord, prepare, A strict account to give. Help me to watch and pray. And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. AND PKAYER. 179 171 CM. Communion %oith Ood. SWEET is the prayer whose holy strain In earnest pleading flows ; Devotion dwells upon the theme, And warm and warmer glows. 2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires ; Hope points the upward gaze ; And love, celestial love, inspires The eloquence of praise. 3 But sweeter far the still small voice, Unheard by human ear. When God has made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear. •i No accents flow, no words ascend ; All utt'rance faileth there ; But God himself doth comprehend, And answer silent prayer. \ 72 4s & 7s or 8s & 7s. Prayer for forgiveness. SAVIOUR, hear us Through thy merit, Lowly bending at thy feet ; O, draw near us By thy Spirit, Prostrate at the mercy-seat. O, draw near, &c. 180 WATCHFULNESS 2 Wretched, sinful, And unworthy ; Sick, and poor, and deaf, and blind Oft unmindful While before thee, Of our need of such a Friend. Oft unmindful, &c. 3 O, how precious Is the favor Of forgiveness through thy blood : Come, thou gracious, Bleeding Saviour, Be our Advocate with God. Come, thou gracious, &c. 4 For the joys Of thy salvation. Still we raise our cries to thee ; Hear the voice Of supplication. Set our souls at liberty. Hear the voice, &c. J 7 3 4: lines Is. Weak and helpless. SON of God, thy blessing grant; Still supply my every want ; Tree of life, thine influence shed ; From thy fullness I am fed. AND PRAYER. 181 2 Tend'rest branch, alas ! am I — Wither without thee and die ; Weak as helpless infancy : 0, confirm my soul in thee ! 3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall ; Send the help for which I call : Weaker than a bruised reed, Help I every moment need. 4 All my hopes on thee depend ; Love me, save me to the end ; Give me persevering grace ; Take the everlasting praise. 174 c. M. Secret devotion. FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far, From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, W^ith prayer and praise agree ; xlnd seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee. 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! 182 WATCHFULNESS 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays ! Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of light Divine ! And — all harmonious names in one — Bless'd Saviour, thou art mine. 175 CM. For a tender conscience. I WANT a principle within. Of jealous, godly fear ; A sensibility of sin — A pain to feel it near : 1 want the first approach to feel, Of pride, or fond desire ; To catch the wand'ring of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 2 From thee that I no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve. The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience, give. Quick as the apple of an eye, 0 God, my conscience make ! Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. AND PKAYER. 183 3 If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove ; And let me weep my life away For having grieved thy love. O may the least omission pain My well-instructed soul, And drive me to the blood again. Which makes the wounded whole. 176 7s. The hour of prayer. CHILD, amid the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother^ with thine earnest eye Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave ; Pray ! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee ! 2 Traveler, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath no leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the head and bend the knee ! 184: WATCHFULNESS 3 Warrior, that from battle won Breathest now at set of sun ! Woman, o'er the lowly slain Weeping on his burial plain : Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, Kindred by one holy tie, Heaven's first star alike ye see — Lift the heart and bend the knee ! 177 lis. The bower of prayer. TO leave my dear friends, and with neigh- bors to part. And go from my home, affects not my heart, Like the thought of absenting myself for a day, From that bless'd retreat where I've chosen to pray. 2 Sweet bower, where the pine and the poplar have spread. And woven their branches a roof o'er my head, How oft I have knelt on the evergreen there, And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in prayer. AND PRAYER. 185 3 The early, shrill notes of a loved night- ingale, That dwelt in the bower, I observed as my bell. To call me to duty, while birds in the air Sung anthems of praises as I went to prayer. 4 'Twas under the covert of that pleasant grove, That Jesus was pleased my guilt to re- move ; Presented himself as the only true way Of life and salvation, and taught me to pray. 5 How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine, The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine ; But sweeter, 0 sweeter superlative were The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer. 6 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deigned to meet, And bless with his presence my humble retreat ; Oft fill'd me with raptures and blessedness there, Inditing, in heaven's own language, my prayer. 186 WATCHFULNESS 7 Dear bower, I must leave you, and bid you adieu, And pay my devotions in parts that are new ; Well knowing my Saviour resides ev'ry- where. And can in all places give answer to prayer. 8 Although I shall never revisit the shade. Yet oft shall I think of the vows I have made ; And while at a distance my mind will repair To the place where my Saviour first an- swer'd my prayer. 178 L- M. Sweet hour of prayer. SWEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer ! AND PRAYER. 187 2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer ! 3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! May I thy consolations share, Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height I view my heaven, and at the sight Put off this robe of flesh, and rise To seize the everlasting prize ; Shouting, as I pass through the air. Farewell ! farewell ! sweet hour of prayer ! 179 886,886. Longing to he at the right hand of God. WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come. To call thy ransom'd people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand 1 188 WATCHFULNESS 2 I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But can I bear the piercing thought ? What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call 1 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ; Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place, In this th' accepted day : Thy pard'ning voice, 0, let me hear ! To still my unbelieving fear ; Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Let me among thy saints be found. Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound. To see thy smiling face : Then, loudest of the crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of saving grace. 180 L.M. For the Saviour's protection. JESUS, I fain would walk in thee, From nature's every path retreat ; Thou art my Way — my Leader be, And set upon the rock my feet. AND PRAYER. 189 2 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall ; 0 reach me out thy gracious hand : Only on thee for help I call — Only by faith in thee I stand. 181 6 liyies 8s. Wrestling Jacob. I will not let thee go. COME, 0 thou traveler unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; My company before is gone. And I am left alone with thee : With thee all night I mean to stay. And wrestle till the break of day. 2 I need not tell thee who I am ; My sin and misery declare ; Thyself hath call'd me by my name ; Look on thy hands, and read it there : But who, I ask thee, who art thou 1 Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free ; I never will unloose my hold : Art thou the man that died for me 1 The secret of thy love unfold : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 190 TTATCHFULNESS, ETC. 182 p. M. Prayer, sweet prayer. WHEN torn is the bosom by sorrow or care, Be it ever so simple, there's nothing like prayer ; It eases and softens, subdues, yet sustains, Gives vigor to hope, and puts passion in chains. Prayer, prayer, O, sweet prayer ! Be it ever so simple, there''s nothing like prayer. 2 When far from the friends we hold dear- est we part, What fond recollections still cling to the heart — Past converse, past scenes, past enjoy- ments are there, O, how painfully pleasing! 'tis hallow'd by prayer. Prayer, prayer, O, sweet prayer ! &c. 3 When pleasure would woo us from piety's arms, The siren sings sweetly, or silently charms, We listen, and loiter, are caught in the snare, But looking to Jesus, we conquer by prayer. Prayer, prayer, O, sweet prayer I &c. CHRISTIAN LIFE. l91 4 While strangers to prayer, we are strangers to bliss, Heaven pours its full streams through no medium but this ; And till we the seraph's full ecstasy share, Our chalice of joy must be guarded by prayer. Prayer, prayer, O, sweet prayer ! &c. EMBLEMS Of CHRISTIAN LIFE. A WARFARE. 183 s.M. Perseverance. MY soul, be on thy guard ; Ten thousand foes arise ; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 O wato.h, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er ; Renew it boldly every day, And help Divine implore. -H^ EMBLEMS OF 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor lay thine armor down ; The work of faith will not be done, Till thou obtain the crown. 4 Then persevere till death Shall bring thee to thy God , He'll take thee, at thy parting breath. To his Divine abode. 184 c. M. Faith sees the final triumph. AM I a soldier of the cross, A foll'wer of 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 sail'd 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 Since I must fight if I would reign, Increase my courage. Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. CHKISTIAN LIFE. 193 6 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar — By faith they bring it nigh. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, When all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine. A PILGRIMAGE. 185 10s & lis. Sojourning at Mar ah. Exodus xv, 23-27. ENCAMP'D by the waters of suffering and grief, My comforts embitter'd, I cry for relief; My sandals are ready, I wait the com- mand To march on my journey to Canaan's land. 2 But if by the waters of Marah I stay, I'll patiently drink of them day after day. If thou, my kind Guide, wilt but cast in the tree Of promise, and render them sweet unto me. 13 194 EMBLEMS OF 3 Bereavements repeated of friendships so dear, Have render'd quite lonely my residence here ; And but for the loved ones who need I should stay, I could wish that my Father would beckon away. 4 I know that afflictions in kindness are given, To wean from the present, and point me to heaven ; And the bitterest sorrow is sweeten'd tome, By the branch, stem, and root of life's healing tree. 5 My future 1 know not, but look to my Guide, And this gives contentment — " The Lord will provide." Perhaps on to Elim my way may be made, To w^ells fiird with comforts, and palm- trees of shade. 6 I wall not be anxious or careful to know How much tribulation awaits me below ; 'Tis enough that the Lamb in the midst of the throne Shall feed me in heaven as one of his own. OHEISTIAN LIFE. 19S 186 c. M. A pilgrim. WHITHER goest thou, pilgrim stranger, Passing through this darksome vale ? Know'st thou not 'tis full of danger, And will not thy courage fail ? No! Pm bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me ? Halleluiah ! halleluiah ! 2 Pilgrim thou dost justly call me, Traveling through this lonely void ; But no ill shall e'er befall me, While I'm bless'd with such a Guide. 0/ Tm bound for* the kingdom, &c. 3 Such a Guide ! no guide attends thee, Hence for thee my fears arise ; If some guardian power defend thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. O ! Tm bound for the kingdom, &c. 4 Yes, unseen ; but still, believe me. Such a Guide my steps attend ; He'll in every strait relieve me. He will guide me to the end ; For Tm bound for the kingdom, &c. 196 EMBLEMS OF 5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, Darkly rolling through the vale ; Should its boisterous waves roll o'er thee. Would not then thy courage fail ? No I Fm bound for the kingdom, &c. 6 No ; that stream hath nothing frightful ; To its brink my steps I'll bend ; Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful ; There my pilgrimage will end. For Fm bound for the kingdom, &c. 187 4 lines 7s. The •pilgrivrii song. CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing ; Sing our Saviour's worthy praise. Glorious in his works and ways. Victory, victory, When we'^ve gained the victory, O how happy we shall be. When we''ve gaiji^d the victory. 2 We are trav'ling home to God, In the way our fathers trod ; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. Victory, &c. CHEISTIAN LIFE. 197 3 0 ye banish'd seed, be glad; Christ our Advocate is made : Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. Victory, &c. 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of our land ; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismay'd go on. Victory, Sic. 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below : Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. 188 p- M. Here is no rest. HERE o'er the earth as a stranger I roam, Here is no rest, here is no rest ; Here as a pilgrim I wander alone, Yet I am blest, I am blest ; For I look forward to that glorious day. When sin and sorrow will vanish away ; My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, There, there is rest, there is rest. I98 EMBLEMS OF 2 Here fierce temptations beset me around, Here is no rest, here is no rest ; Here I am grieved while my foes me sur- round ; Yet I am blest, I am blest ; Let them revile me, and scoff at my name, Laugh at my weeping, endeavor to shame : 1 will go forward, for this is my theme, There, there is rest, there is rest. 3 Here are afflictions and trials severe ; Here is no rest, here is no rest ; Here I must part with the friends I hold dear. Yet I am blest, I am blest : Sweet is the promise I read in his word, Blessed are they who have died in the Lord; They have been call'd to receive their reward ; There, there is rest, there is rest. 4 This world of cares is a wilderness state, Here is no rest, here is no rest ; Here I must bear from the world all its hate, . Yet I am blest, I am blest ; Soon shall I be from the wicked released, Soon shall the weary forever be blest, Soon shall I lean upon Jesus's breast, There, there is rest, there is rest. CHEISTIAN LIFE. 199 189 p- M. I have started for Canaan, I HAVE started for Canaan, must I leave you behind? Will you not go with me ? Come, make up your mind : The land lies before us, 'tis pleasant to view ; Its fruits are abundant, they are ofFer'd to you. Come, come, friends ; friends, come ; Fve started for Canaan, O ! luill you not come ? 2 What can tempt you to linger, or turn from the way 1 The fields are all blooming, as blooming as May. The music is charming, the harmony pure ; The joys there are lasting, they ever endure. Come, &c. 3 You have friends in that country, most dear to your heart. Do you not wish to meet them, where friends never part ? Then start in a moment, no longer delay ; While you stop to consider, the night ends the day. Come, &c. 200 EMBLEMS OF 4 'Tis the last call of mercy, 0 ! turn, lest you die ; [he is nigh : Give your heart to the Saviour, to-day While his arms are extended, while his children all pray, [us to-day. Will you not join our number ? Come, join Come, &c. 190 87,87,47. The pilgrim! s guide and guardian. r\ UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, \X Pilgrim through this barren land : 1 am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing waters flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside : Bear me through the swelling current ; Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 201 191 7s & 4s. The lonely traveler. I'M a lonely trav'ler here, Weary, oppress'd ; But my journey's end is near — Soon I shall rest! Dark and dreary is the way, Toiling I've come; Ask me not with you to stay ; Yonder's my home. 2 I'm a weary trav'ler here, I must go on, For my journey's end is near — I must be gone. Brighter joys than earth can give, Win me away ; Pleasures that forever live — I cannot stay. 3 I'm a trav'ler to a land Where all is fair ; Where is seen no broken band — All, all are there. Where no tear shall ever fall, Nor heart be sad ; Where the glory is for all, And all are glad. 202 EMBLEMS OF 4 I'm a trav'ler, and I go Where all is fair ; Farewell, all I've loved below — I must be there. Worldly honors, hopes, and gain, All I resign ; Welcome, sorrow, grief, and pain, If heav'n be mine. 5 I'm a trav'ler — call me not — Upward my way ; Yonder is my rest and lot ; I cannot stay. Farewell, earthly pleasures all, Pilgrim I'll roam ; Hail me not — in vain you call — Yonder's my home. 192 L. M. The happy 2n^grim. HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot! Tm hound for the land of Canaan How free from every anxious thought ! Fm bound for the land of Canaan. O Canaan, bright Canaan. Fm bound for the land of Canaan; O Canaan, it is my happy home, Tm bound for the land of Canaan. CHRISTIAN" LIFE. 203 2 Nothing on earth I call my own ; A stranger, to the world unknown. O Canaan, &c. 3 I trample on their whole delight, And seek a city out of sight. O Canaan, &c. 4 There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there. O Canaan, &c. 5 If you get there before I do. Look out for me, I'm coming too. . O Canaan, &c. 6 I have some friends, before me gone, And I'm resolved to travel on. O Canaan, &c. 7 Our songs of praise shall fill the skies, While higher still our joys they rise. O Canaan, &c. 193 P.M. I'm a pilgrim. I'M a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night! Do not detain me, for I am going To where the streamlets are overflowing. Tm a pilgrim, and Tm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 204 EMBLEMS OF 2 Of that city to which I journey, My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light; There is no sorrow, nor any sighing ; Nor any tears, nor any dying. Fm a pilgrim, &c. 3 There the glory is ever shining ; 0 ! my longing heart, my longing heart is there ; Here in this country, so dark and dreary, 1 long have wander'd, forlorn and weary. Fm a pilgrim, &c. 4 Father, mother, and sister, brother. If you will not journey with me, I must go ; For since your vain hope you still will cherish, Should I, too, linger, and with you perish? Fm a pilgrim, &c. 5 Farewell, neighbors, with tears I've warn'd you ; I must leave you, I must leave you, and be gone ; With this your portion, your heart's desire, Why will you perish in raging fire 1 Fm a pilgrim, &c. CHRISTIAN" LIFE. 206 6 Farewell, dreary earth, by sin so blighted, In immortal beauty soon you'll be array'd ; For He who form'd thee will soon restore thee, Frem sin and death, to praise and glory. Fm a pilgrim, &c. 194 c. M. At evening time it shall be light. WE journey through a vale of tea*. By many a cloud o'ercast ; And worldly cares, and worldly fears, Go with us to the last. 2 Not to the last ! Thy word hath said, Could we but read aright. Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head ; At eve it shall be light ! 3 Though earth-born shadows now may Thy thorny path a while, [shroud God's blessed word can part each cloud, And bid the sunshine smile. 4 Only believe, in living faith. His love and power Divine; And ere thy sun shall set in death, His light shall round thee shine. 206 EMBLEMS OF 6 When tempest clouds are dark on high, His bow of love and peace Shines sweetly in the vaulted sky, A pledge that storms shall cease. 6 Hold on thy way, with hope unchill'd, By faith, and not by sight, And thou shalt own his word fulfiU'd — At eve it shall be light. 1%. A RACE. The race for glory. C. M. AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve. And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis he whose hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 3 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod. And onward urge thy way. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 207 4 Bless'd Saviour ! introduced by thee, Our race have we begun ; And crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our trophies down. A VOYAGE. 196 s. M. Walki?ig by faith. IF, on a quiet sea, T'ward heaven we calmly sail,^ With grateful hearts, 0 God, to thee. We'll own the fav'ring gale. 2 But should the surges rise, And Test delay to come, Bless'd be the sorrow, kind the storm, Which drives us nearer home. 3 Soon shall our doubts and fears All yield to thy control : Thy tender mercies shall illume Th^- midnight of the soul. 4 Teach us, in every state, To make thy will our own ; And when the joys of sense depart, To live by faith alone. 208 EMBLEMS OF 197 6s & 8s. The Ohristian^s spiritual voyage. JESUS, at thy command I launch into the deep, And leave my native land, Where sin lulls all asleep ; For thee I would the world resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 2 Thou art my pilot wise ; ^ My compass is thy word: ^R[y soul each storm defies. While I have such a Lord ! I trust thy faithfulness and power To save me in the trying hour. 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep Through all my passage lie. Yet Christ will safely keep And guide me with his eye : My anchor hope shall firm abide, And I each boisterous storm outride. 4 By faith I see the land — *^ The port of endless rest : My soul, thy sails expand, And fly to Jesus' breast! O, may I reach the heavenly shore. Where winds and waves distress no more. CHKISTIAN LIFE. 209 6 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms forbear to toss, Be thou, dear Lord ! still nigh, Lest I should suffer loss : For more the treacherous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 6 Come, Holy Ghost ! and blow A prosperous gale of grace ; Waft me from all below To heaven, my destined place ! Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,|JP And leave the world and sin behind. 198 '- Y^gL "Follmo tne." OYAGER on life's troubled sea, Sailing to eternity, Turn from earthly things away ; Vain they are, and brief their stay ; Chaining down to earth the heart. Nothing lasting they impart ; Voyage|^ what are they to thee 1 Leave mem all, and "follow me." 2 Traveler on the road of life. Seeking pleasure, finding strife, ' Know, the world can never give ^ Aught on which the soul can live. U 210 EMBLEMS OF Grasp not riches, seek not fame, Shining dust and sounding name ; Traveler ! what are they to thee ? Leave them all, and " follow me." 3 Pilgrim through this vale of tears, Banish all thy doubts and fears ; Lift thine eyes — a heaven's above ! Think, there dwells a God of love ; Wouldst thou favor with him find "? Keep his counsels in thy mind : flgrim ! much he's done for thee ; ilt thou then not " follow me"?" 4 Wanderer from the Father's throne, Hasten back, thy erring own ; Turn — thy path leads not l^heaven ; Turn — thy faults will be fo^ven ; Turn, and let thy songs of praise Mingle with angelic lays. Wanderer, have they charms for thee % Yes, they have ; then " follow me." 199 ^M. " Follow me:' ^ *^ ll/TY Saviour, can I follow thee, If-L When all is dark before? While midnight rests upon the sea, How can I reach the shore? CHEISTIAN LIFE. 211 2 O let thy Star of Love but shine, Though with a feeble ray ; 'Twill gild the edge of every wave, And light my gloomy way. 3 Then gladly will I follow Thee, Though hurricanes appear, Singing sweet carols o'er the sea, A cheerful mariner. 200 i p.^ Vain loorld, adieu. WHEN for eternal worlds we steer, Anj^seas are calm, and skies are clear. And fallen lively exercise. And distant hills of Canaan rise. The soul for joy then claps her wings, xlnd loud her lovely sonnet sings. Vain world, adieu. 2 With cheerful hopes her eyes explore Each JJidmark on the distant shore ; The trees of life, the pa'stures green, The golden streets, the crystal stream ; Again for joy she claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, Vain world, adieu. 212 VICISSITUDES OF 3 The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her powers expand ; With steady helm and free bent sail, Her anchor drops within the vail ; Again for joy she claps her wings, And her celestial sonnet sings, Glory to God I VICISSITUDES OE CHKISTIAN LIFE. AFFLICTION. 201 8 lines 8s. Happiness of those xohom God coia^teth. HOW happy the sorrowful man, Whose sorrow is sent from above ! Indulged with a visit of pain — Chastised by omnipotent love ; The Author of all his distress He comes by affliction to know, And God he in heaven shall bles^j^ That ever he suffer'd below. ^* 2 Thus, thus may I happily grieve, And bear the intent of his rod ; The marks of adoption receive — The strokes of a merciful God : CHRISTIAN LIFE. 213 With nearer access to his throne, My burden of folly confess ; The cause of my miseries own, And cry for an answer of peace. 3 0 Father of mercies, on me, On me, in affliction, bestow A power of applying to thee — A sanctified use of my woe : I would, in a spirit of prayer, To all thy appointments submit ; The pledge of my happiness bear, ^ And joyfully die at thy feet. 4 Then, Father, and never till then, I all the felicity prove. Of living a moment in pain — Of dying in Jesus's love : A sufferer here with my Lord, With Jesus above I sit dov/n ; Receive an eternal reward. And glory obtain in a crown, 20% C. M. Goodness and mercy. LET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all ; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 214 VICISSITUDES OF 2 When sorrows bow the spirit down, When virtue lies distress'd Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel, Thou hear'st thy children's cry ; And their best wishes to fulfill. Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy mercy never shall remove !Bfem men of heart sincere ; Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God. 203 lis. My rest is in heaven. MY rest is in heaven, my rest is not here ; Then why should I tremble when trials are near? Be hush'd, my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens thy journey, and hastens thee home. CHEISTIAN LIFE. 215 2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, Or building my hopes in a region like this ; I look for a city that hands have not piled, I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not lie down upon roses below ; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Till I find them forever on Jesus's b]q|p,st. 4 Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy — One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy ; And the bitterest tears, if he smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. 5 Let doubt, then, and danger my prog- ress oppose. They only make heaven more sweet at its close ; Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, An hour with my Saviour will make up for all. 216 YICISSITCTDES OF 6 A scrip on my back, and a staflf in my hand, I march on in haste, through an enemy's land ; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song. 204 CM. Tne only solace in sorrow. ' THOU who driest the mourner's tear, 0 How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee. 2 The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 But Christ can heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part. Breathes sweetness out of woe. 4 O who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not His wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above. CHKISTIAN LIFE. 217 5 Then sorrow, touch'd by Him, grows bright. With more than rapture's ray ; As darkness shows us worlds of light, We never saw by day. TEMPTATION". 205 6 lines 7s. Christ an example in suffering. r^O to dark Gethsemane, vX Ye who feel the tempter's power ; Your Redeemer's conflict see ; Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn from him to watch and pray. 2 See him at the judgment-hall. Beaten, bound, reviled, arraign'd ; See him meekly bearing all ! Love to man his soul sustain'd ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss, Learn of Christ to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain view, There the Lord of glory see. Made a sacrifice for you. Dying on the accursed tree : " It is finish'd !" hear him cry : Trust in Christ, and learn to die. 218 VICISSITUDES OF 4 To the rocky tomb repair, Where they laid his breathless clay ; Angels kept their vigils there — Who hath taken him away 1 " Christ is risen," he seeks the skies ; Saviour ! teach us so to rise. 206 8s, 7s, & 4s. Cast down, yet hoping. OMY soul ! what means this sadness % Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears begone : Look to Jesus ; Put thy trust in him alone. 2 What though Satan's strong temptations Vex thy spirit day by day ; And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay? Thou shalt conquer ; Faith in Christ shall win the day. 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, Fiends without, and foes within ; Jesus lives ; he'll ne'er forget thee ; He will save thee from all sin : He is faithful ; None shall find his promise vain. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 219 4 Though afflictions now attend thee, And thou tread'st a thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee, He will bring thee home to God : Therefore praise him, Trav'ling to his bless'd abode. 207 886, 886. For power over temptation. HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by Throughout the evil day ; The sacred watchfulness impart. And keep the issues of my heart. And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with thy whole armor arm ; In each approach of sin, alarm. And show the danger near : Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 0 let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye : And starting, cry, from ruin's brink, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink : O save me, or I die. 220 VICISSITUDES OF 4 If near the pit 1 rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart ; Recall me by that pitying look — That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. 5 In me thine utmost mercy show, And make me, like thyself below. Unblamable in grace ; Ready prepared and fitted here, By perfect holiness, t' appear Before thy glorious face. OLD AGE. 208 886, 886, The aged pilgrim. THY mercy heard my infant prayer ; Thy love, with kind, paternal care, Sustain'd my childish days : Thy goodness watch'd my ripening youth, And form'd my heart to love thy truth, And fiU'd my lips with praise. 2 And now, in age and grief, thy Name Doth still my languid heart inflame, And bow my faltering knee : O, yet this bosom feels the fire ; This trembling hand and drooping lyre Have yet a strain for thee I CHRISTIAN LIFE. 221 3 Yes ; broken, tuneless, still, O Lord, This voice, transported, shall record Thy goodness, tried so long ; Till, sinking slow, with calm decay, Its feeble murmurs melt away Into a seraph's song. 209 8s & 7s. The old marCs prayer. TARRY with me, O my Saviour ! For the day is passing by ; See the shades of evening gather. And the night is drawing nigh : Tarry with me ! tarry with me ! Pass me not unheeded by. 2 Many friends were gather'd round me : In the bright days of the past ; But the grave has closed above them, And I linger here the last : I am lonely — tarry with me Till this dreary night is past! 3 Dimm'd to me is earthly beauty; Yet the spirit-eye would fain Rest upon thy lovely features ; Shall I seek, dear Lord, in vain? Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour ! Let me see thy smile again ! 222 VICISSITUDES, ETC. 4 Dull my ear to earth-born music — Speak thou, Lord, in words of cheer ! Feeble, .tottering are my footsteps, Sinks my heart with sudden fear; Gast thine arms, dear Lord, around me! Let me feel thy presence near! 5 Faithful mem'ry sets before me Every deed and thought of sin ; Open thou the blood-fill'd fountain, Cleanse my guilty soul within ! Tarry, thou forgiving Saviour ! Wash me wholly from my sin ! 6 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west ; Swift the night of death advances — Shall it be a night of rest 1 Tarry with me, O my Saviour! Lay my head upon thy breast ! 7 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying. Lord, I cast myself on thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness : When I sleep, still watch by me Till the morning, then awake me, Dearest Lord, to dwell with thee! ETC. 223 210 6 lines 8s. Aged and helpless. IN age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a helpless worm redeem 1 Jesus, my only hope thou art — Strength of my failing flesh and heart : O, could I catch a smile from thee, And drop into eternity ! VANITY OF EAETH AND VALUE OF RELIGION. 211 P.M. The pearl for me. THE world their fancied pearl may crave, 'Tis not the pearl for me ; 'Twill lose its luster in the grave, 'Twill perish in the sea. But there's a pearl of price untold. Which never can be bought with gold ; The sinking soul 'twill save : 0 ! that's the pearl for me. 224 VANITY OF EARTH AND 2 Let pleasure chaunt her siren song, 'Tis not the song for me ; To weeping it will turn ere long, For this is Heaven's decree. But there's a song the ransom'd sing, To Jesus, their exalted King, With joyful heart and tongue : O ! that's the song for me. 212 CM. Something new. SINCE man by sin has lost his God, He seeks creation through ; And vainly strives for solid bliss In trying something new. 2 The new possess'd, like fading flowers, Soon loses its gay hue ; The bubble now no longer charms — The mind wants something new. 3 Could we but call all Europe ours,, California and Peru, The mind would feel an aching void. And still want something new. 4 But when the Saviour's love we feel, All good in him we view ; The mind forsakes its vain delights, In Christ finds something new. VALUE OF RELIGION. 225 6 The joys the dear Redeemer gives Will bear a strict review ; Nor need we ever change again, For Christ is always new. 6 Cheerful we'll walk the road to bliss, Join'd with a happy few ; And when we reach our journey's end. Find heaven forever new. 213 ■ . P.M. The pearl of great price. THE pearl that wordlings covet, Is not the pearl for me ; Its beauty fades as quickly As sunshine on the sea. But there's a pearl sought by the wise, It's call'd the pearl of greatest price : Though few its value see, O ! that's the pearl for me. 2 The crown that decks the monarch. Is not the crown for me ; It dazzles but a moment, Its brightness soon will flee. But there's a crown prepared above For all who walk in humble love. Forever bright 'twill be : 0 ! that's the crown for me. 15 226 VANITY OF EARTH AND 3 The road that many travel, Is not the road for me ; It leads to death and sorrow, In it I would not be. But there's a road that leads to God, It's mark'd by Christ's most precious blood ; The passage here is free : O ! that's the road for me. 4 The hope that sinners cherish, Is not the hope* for me ; Most surely will they perish, Unless from sin made free. But there's a hope which rests in God, And leads the soul to keep his word, And sinful pleasures flee : 0 ! that's the hope for me. ^14 4 lines 7s. All-sufficient grace. CHRISTIAN ! toiling for the prize Kept for thee beyond the skies ; Warring with the powers of sin, Foes without, and foes within ; 2 Breathing now in rapture's air, Verging then upon despair ; Trembling, hoping, fill'd with pain, Yet rejoicing once again : VALUE OF EELIGIOK 227 3 Shrink not from life's bitter cup, God shall bear thy spirit up ; Till thy spirit is set free, " As thy day, thy strength shall be !" 215 p. M. Qod is love. WHAT sound is this ? a song through heav'n resounding, God is Love ! God is Love ! And now from earth I hear the song re- bounding, God is Love ! God is Love ! Yes, while adoring hosts proclaim Love is his nature, love his name, My soul in rapture cries the same, God is Love ! God is Love ! 2 This song repeat, repeat, ye saints in glory, God is Love ! God is Love ! And saints on earth shout back the pleas- ing story, God is Love ! God is Love ! In this let earth and heaven agree. To sound his love both full and free, And let the theme forever be, God is Love ! God is Love ! 228 VANITY OF EARTH AND 3 Creation speaks ^yith thousand tongues proclaiming, God is Love ! God is Love ? And providence unitesher voice, exclaiming, God is Love ! God is Love ! But let the burden'd sinner hear The Gospel sounding loud and clear, To every soul both far and near, God is Love J God is Love ! 4 This heavenly love all round is sweetly flowing, God is Love ! God is Love! And in my heart the sacred fire is glowing: God is Love ! God is Love ! That God is love I know full well ; And had I power his love to tell, With loudest notes my song should swell, God is Love I God is Love 1 5 The love of God is now my greatest pleasure, God is Love ! God is Love ! And while I live I'll ask no other treasure, God is Love ! God is Love ! This theme shall be my song below ; And when to glory I shall go, This strain eternally shall flow, God is Love ! God is Love ! VALUE OF RELIGION. 229 216 c.*i. The ivorld has lost its charms. LET worldly minds the world pursue, It has no charms for me ; Once I admired its trifles too. But grace hath set me free. 2 Its pleasures can no longer please, Nor happiness afford ; Far from my heart be joys like these, Now I have seen the Lord. 3 As by the light of opening day The stars are all conceal'd, So earthly pleasures fade away, When Jesus is reveal'd. 4 Creatures no more divide my choice ; I bid them all depart : His name, his love, his gracious voice, Have iix'd my roving heart. 2\^ lis & lOs. Solomonh Song, i, 7, 8. OTELL me, thou life and delight of my soul, Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding ; I seek thy protection, I need thy control ; I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 230 VANITY OF EARTH AND 2 0, tell me the place where thy flock are at rest, Where the noontide will find them re- posing ; The tempest now rages, my soul is distress'd And the pathway of peace I am losing, 3 0, why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, 'Mid the desert where now they are roving, Where hunger and thirst, where afilictions and woes. And temptations their ruin are proving 1 4 0, \v'hen shall my woes and wanderings cease, And the follies that fill me with weep- ing? Thou Shepherd of Israel ! restore me that peace Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping. 5 A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee return By the way where the foot-prints are lying ; No longer to wander, no longer to mourn ; O, fair one, now homeward be flying! VALUE OF RELIGION. 231 218 p- M. TJie heavenly portion. EELIGION is a glorious treasure, The purchase of a Saviour's love ; It fills the mind with consolation, It lifts the heart to things above ; It calms our fears, it soothes our sorrows, It smooths our way o'er life's rough sea ; 'Tis mix'd with goodness, meek, humble patience ; This heavenly portion mine shall be. 2 How vain, how fleeting, how transitory ! This world, with all its pomp and show, Its vain delights and delusive pleasures ; I gladly leave them all below ; But grace and glory shall be my story, While I in Jesus such beauties see ; While endless ages are onward rolling, This heavenly portion mine shall be. 3 This earthly house shall be dissolved, "And mortal life will soon be o'er ; All earthly cares and earthly sorrows Shall pain my heart and eyes no more ; Yet " pure religion " remains forever. And strengthen'd my glad heart shall be ; While endless ages are onward rolling, This heavenly portion mine shall be. 232 VANITY OF EARTH AND * 219 7s & 6s. Aspiring after heaven. FROM ev'ry earthly pleasure. From ev'ry transient joy, From ev'ry mortal treasure That soon will fade and die ; No longer these desiring, Upward our wishes tend, To nobler bliss aspiring, And joys that never end. 2 From ev'ry piercing sorrow That heaves our breast to-day, Or threatens us to-morrow, Hope turns our eyes away : On wings of faith ascending, We see the land of light ; And feel our sorrows ending In infinite delight. 3 'Tis true we are but strangers And sojourners below ; And countless snares and dangers Surround the path we go ; Though painful and distressing. There is a rest above. And onward we are pressing, To reach that land of love. VALUE OF RELIGION. 233 220 87, 87, 87. Worldly pleasures renounced. YAIN are all terrestrial pleasures ; Mix'd with dross the purest gold ; Seek we then for heavenly treasures — Treasures never waxing old. Let our best affections center On the things around the throne : There no thief can ever enter ; Moth and rust are there unknown. 2 Earthly joys no longer please us ; Here would we renounce them all ; Seek our only rest in Jesus, Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering, Points to brighter worlds above ; Bids us look for his appearing ; Bids us triumph in his love. 3 May our light be always burning, And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning, Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning, Never need we be afraid, Should he come at night or morning, Early dawn, or evening shade. 234 VANITY OF EARTH AND 221 c. M. The Sun of righteousness. SOMETBIES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; The Lord of Life arises, With healing in his wings. While comforts are declining, He sees us in distress ; Then heals us by his shining, The Sun of righteousness. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new : Then freed from care and sorrow, W^e cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring hither what it may. 3 His presence fills the valleys, And crowns the lofty hills ; He clothes the feeble lilies, And waters them with rills : Beneath the spreading heavers No creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the raveps, Will give his children bre. d. VALUE OF RELIGION. 235 4 Though vine nor fig-tree either Its fruit or leaves should bear; Though all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there ; Yet God, the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. 222 P. M. Paradise lost and regained. THE Lord is the fountain of goodness and love. In Eden once flowing in streams from above. That bless'd every moment the first happy pair, 'Till sin stopp'd the torrent, and brought in despair. 2 0 wretched condition ! what anguish and pain ! They thirst for the fountain, and seek it in vain ; ' To sin's bitter waters they fly for relief, They drink, but the draught still in- creases their grief. 236 VANITY OF EARTH AND 3 Glad tidings ! glad tidings ! no more we complain ! Our Jesus has open'd the fountain again: Now, mingled with mercy, aid rich with free grace, From Zion 'tis flowing to all the lost race. 223 7s. The pleasures of religion, 'rpiS religion that can give X Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 'Tis religion must supply- Solid comfort when we die. 2 After death its joys will be Lasting as eternity ! Be the living God my friend, Then my bliss shall never end. 224 7s. The fading flower, SEE the lovely, blooming flow'r Fade and wither in an hour ; So our transient comforts fly. Earthly pleasures bloom to die. 2 See the leaves are falling fast, Scatter'd by th' autumnal blast : So our youthful joys will fade, Anxious cares our breasts invade. VALUE OF RELIGION. 237 3 Time is passing swift away, Earthly bliss will soon decay ; Seek we then to find on high Pleasures that can never die. 4 'Tis alone beyond the tomb Vernal flow'rs forever bloom : Lord, prepare us by thy grace. For thy holy dwelling place. 225 . . L. M. Loving-Jcindness. AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me ; His loving -kindness, O how free ! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall. Yet loved me, notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate ; His loving-kindness, 0 how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell, my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along : His loving-kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stood ; His loving-kindness, O how good ! 238 VANITY OF EARTH AND 5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; O may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death! 6 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. 226 8s & 6s. Nothing true hut heaven. THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow: There's nothing true but heaven. 2 And false the light on glory's plume. As fading hues of even ; And genius' bud and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb : There's nothing bright but heaven. 3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day. From wave to wave we're driven ; And fancy's flash, and reason's ray. Serve but to light the troubled way : There's nothing calm but heaven. VALUE OF KELIGION. 239 4 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, Without their sins forgiven ; True pleasure, everlasting peace. Are only found in God's free grace : There's nothing good but heaven. 227 8s & 6s. Heaven on earth. THIS world's not " all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given ;" He that hath soothed the widow's woe, Or wiped the orphan's tear, doth know There's something here of heaven. 2 And he that walks life's thorny way With feelings calm and even, Whose path is lit from day to day By virtue's bright and steady ray. Hath something felt of heaven. 3 He that the Christian's course hath run, And all his foes forgiven. Who measures out life's little span In love to God, and love to man, On earth hath tasted heaven. 4 From such as walk in wisdom's road, Corroding fears are driven ; They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood, Enjoy communion with their God, And find their way to heaven. 240 VANITY OF EAETH AND 228 c. M. Crrace. AMAZING grace! That saved a wretch like me ! 1 once was lost, but now am found ; Was blind, but now I see. Fm bound for the pro?nised land, Tm bound for the promised land ; My Saviour calls, and I must go, Fm bound for the promised land. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved ; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed. Fm bound, &c. 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come ; 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus, far. And grace will lead me home. Fm bound, &c. 4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the vail, A life of joy and peace. Fm bound, &c. VALUE or EELiaiON. 241 229 lis. Precious promises. HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled : 2 " In every condition, in sickness, in health. In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be. 3 "Fear not, I am with thee, 0 be not dismay 'd, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand. Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 " WTien through the deep waters I call thee to go. The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 16 242 UNFAITHFULNESS 5 " When through fiery trials thy path- way shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6 " The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never — no. never — no, never forsake." UNFAITHFULNESS AND BACKSLIDING. 230 c. M. Lamenting spiritual sloth, MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ? Awake my sluggish soul : Nothing hath half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 Go to the ants ! for one poor grain See how they toil and strive ; Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, How negligent we live ! AND BACKSLIDING. 243 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move ; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above ; 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labor'd for our good ; How careless to secure that crown He purchased with his blood ! 5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still, And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill, And warm our frozen hearts ! 6 Give us with active warmth to move. With vig'rous souls to rise ; With hands of faith, and wings of love, To fly and take the prize. 231 10- The weary dove. A WEAK and weary dove, with droop- ing wing. And tired of wandering o'er this watery waste, Jesus, my ark ! once more, a worthless thing. To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste. 244 UNFAITHFULNESS 2 For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat. In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain, My peace — my ^oy have flown ; no rest my feet Have found ; and now I turn to thee again ! 3 I've sought for rest in friendship's hal- low'd shrine, But loved ones change, and earth's en- dearments end ; No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine ; Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend. 4 I've sought to find a place to rest my feet In fame's alluring temple, bright and gay ; In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet. But short and transient as the passing day. 5 Yet all in vain ; o'er aU this dreary waste Of sin and sorrow, toil, and care, and pain, No spot I've found my weary feet to rest ; And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again. AND BACKSLIDING. 245 232 sM. The warning voice of Jesus. GRACIOUS Redeemer, shake This slumber from my soul! Say to me now, Awake, awake ! And Christ shall make thee whole. 2 Lay to thy mighty hand ; Alarm me in this hour ; And make me fully understand The thunder of thy power. 3 Give me on thee to call — Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall. And cast my shield away. 4 For each assault prepared And ready may I be ; Forever standing on my guard, And looking up to thee. 5 O do thou always warn My soul of evil near ! When to the right or left I turn, Thy voice still let me hear : 6 Come back! this is the way; Come back, and walk therein : O ! may I hearken and obey. And shun the paths of sin. 246 UNFAITHFULNESS 233 L. M. Conviction and hope. I LEFT the God of truth and light, I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death. 2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke Was light and easy to be borne ; Through all his bonds of love I broke, I cast away his gifts with scorn, 3 I dream'd of bliss in pleasure's bowers ; While pillowing roses stay'd my head ; But serpents hiss'd among the flowers ; I woke, and thorns w^ere all my bed. 4 In riches, when I sought for joy, And placed in sordid gains my trust, I found that gold was all alloy, And worldly treasure fleeting dust. 5 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly. Almighty vengeance, from thy frown ? Eternal justice, from thine eye ? 6 Lo, through tbe gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus' reconciling face. AND BACKSLIDING. 24T 7 My suffering-, slain, and risen Lord, In sore distress I turn to thee ; I claim acceptance on thy word ; My God, my God, forsake not me ! 8 Prostrate before the mercy seat, 1 dare not, if I would, despair ; None ever perish'd at thy feet, And I will lie forever there. 234 s. M. Restore my peace. AND wilt thou yet be found. And may I still draw near*? Then listen to the plaintive sound Of a poor sinner's prayer. 2 Jesus, thine aid afford. If still the same thou art : To thee I look, to thee, my Lord, I lift my helpless heart. 3 Thou seest my troubled breast. The stragglings of my will. The foes that interrupt my rest, The agonies I feel. 4 0 my offended Lord, Restore my inward peace ; I know thou canst ; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease. * jf^ 248 UNFAITHTULNESS 5 I long to see thy face ; Thy Spirit I implore — The living water of thy grace, That I may thirst no more. 235 s. M. The wanderer returning. HOW oft this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord ; How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word. 2 Yet mercy calls, Return ; Saviour, to thee I come : My vile ingratitude I mourn ; O take the wanderer home. 3 Thy love, so free, so sweet, Bless'd Saviour, I adore ; O, keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. 236 c. M. Lamenting the absence of the Spirit. OFOR a closer walk with God — A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That laa^ me to the Lamb. AND BACKSLIDING. 249 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return. Sweet messenger of rest : I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne. And worship only thee. 6 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. 250 DEATH OF DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 237 P. M. '^ Shed not a tear." SHED not a tear o'er your friend's early bier, When I am gone, I am gone ; Smile if the slow-tolling bell you should hear. When I am gone, I am gone. Weep not for me when you stand round my grave ; Think who has died, his beloved to save ; Think of the crown all the ransom'd shall have, When I am gone, I am gone. 2 Plant ye a tree which may wave over me, When I am gone, I am gone ; Sing ye a song if my grave ye should see, When I am gone, I am gone. Come at the close of a bright summer's day, Come when the sun sheds his last lin- g'ring ray. Come, and rejoice that I thus pass'd away, When I am gone, I am gone. THE CHEISTIAN. 251 238 12s & lis. Thoic art gone to the grave. THOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb : The Saviour hath pass'd through its port- als before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee ; And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking. Thy glorified spirit has join'd the bless'd throng; For the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking. And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 252 DEATH OF 4 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy ransom, thy Guar- dian and Guide ; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee. And death has no sting since the Saviour hath died. 239 L. M. Asleep in Jesus. ASLEEP in Jesus, blessed sleep, From Avhich none ever wakes to weep ; A calm and undisturb'd repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus ! 0 how sweet To be for such a slumber meet ! With holy confidence to sing. That death has lost his venom'd sting ! 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest. Whose waking is supremely bless'd : No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! O, for me May such a blissful refuge be : Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. THE CHRISTIAN. 253 6 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space Affects this precious hiding-place ; On Indian plains, or Lapland snows, Believers find the same repose. 6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be : But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wake to weep. 240 L. M. Death peaceful and triumphant. SWEET is the scene where Christians die, Where holy souls retire to rest; How mildly beams the closing eye ; How gently heaves th' expiring breast ; 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing; 0 grave ! where is thy victory now 1 And where, O death ! is now thy sting? 254 DEATH OF /^4il 4 lines lis. Seraphic music. WHAT seraph-like music falls sweet on the ear, In strains so delightful ? 0, list that ye hear! Those rich, flowing numbers, so liquid and clear, Breathe rapture untold from some heav- enly sphere. 2 'Tis the sweet flowing music that steals o'er the wave Of Jordan'sloneriver,as its billows I brave; 'Tis the music of angels, who hasten to bear My soul o'er the waters, to that blessed shore. 242 8s & 7s. The final farewell. SOLEMN scene, though full of blessing, When the loved of earth depart ; Weeping friends, and friends caressing, Tend to melt and soothe the heart. 2 In the overflow of feeling. In the heavings of the soul, All the depths of love revealing, While the tears of anguish roll. THE CHRISTIAN. 256 3 Do we see the fond affections Growing stronger in the strife, And the native predilections Interwoven with the life 1 4 But the heart is nigh to breaking, And the deeper feelings swell, As the preparation's making For the final, sad farewell. 5 Yet the thought, the thought of meeting, When this changeful life is o'er, And the welcome, blissful greeting On the bright, immortal shore, 6 Calms and soothes the deep emotion, And dispels the heavy gloom, While we view the blissful portion. And the triumph o'er the tomb. 243 8^ ^ ^«- The dyi7ig saint. PARTING soul, the flood awaits thee, And the billows round thee roar ; Yet rejoice, the holy city Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There are crowns and thrones of glory ; There the living waters glide ; There the just in shining raiment. Standing by Immanuel's side. 256 DEATH OF 3 Linger not, the stream is narrow ; Though its cold, dark waters rise, He who pass'd the flood before thee Guides thy path to yonder skies. 244 p. M. All is well. WHAT'S this that steals, that steals upon my frame ? Is it death ? That soon will quench, will quench this vital flame 1 Is it death ? If this be death, I soon shall be From every pain and sorrow free ; I shall the King of glory see. All is well. 2 Weep not, my ftiends, weep not for me ; All is well. My sins are pardoned, I am free. All is well. There's not a cloud that doth arise, To hide my Saviour from my eyes ; I soon shall mount the upper skies. All is well. THE CHRISTIAN. 257 3 Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory ; All is well. I will rehearse the pleasing story, All is well. Bright angels have from glory come, They're round my bed, they're in my room, They wait to waft my spirit home. All is well. 4 Hark, hark ! my Lord and Master calls me ; All is well. I soon shall see his face in glory. All is well. Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu ! I can no longer stay with you ; My glittering crown appears in view. All is well. 5 Hail, hail, all hail ! ye blood-wash'd throng, Saved by grace. I've come to join your rapturous song, Saved by grace. All, all is peace and joy divine, All heaven and glory now are mine ; 0, halleluiah to the Lamb ! All is well. 17 258 DEATH OF 245 L. M. Those who sleep in Jesus. THE hireling, weary of his load, Longs to behold the evening sun ; ! And there remains a bless'd abode, To cheer us when our race is run. What privilege ! to see the stream That bounds the worlds of faith and sight ; To catch the first inspiring gleam Of heaven's unfolding visions bright : 2 To feel our tenement decline, Our fabric shake, without a sigh, Supported by a hope divine, The hope of immortality ! At length to pass the barrier dread ! The pang of parting scarce perceived ; And, while survivors' tears are shed. To be, by Christ, with smiles received. 3 To sleep in Jesus! rapturous thought! To close in peace our mortal days ; Safe to the heavenly Canaan brought, To join the anthems angels raise. To sleep in Jesus ! what delight ! Increasing still and evermore : To mingle with the saints in light, And be as pure and happy too : THE CHRISTIAN. 259 4 To dread no pain, to know no care, No sin or frailty to molest ; And on each glorious object there To see eternity impress'd ! Haste, moments, to unloose my chains ! Come, Jesus ! let me sleep in thee ; The happiest hour that time retains Is that which spts my spirit free. 246 87, 87. Funeral Hymn. SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of ev'ning. When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low : Thou no more wilt join our number, Thou no more our song shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us ! Here thy loss we deeply feel ; But 'tis God that hath bereft us : He can all our sorrows heal. 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled ; Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed. 260 DEATH OF 247 4 lines lis. / would not live alway. I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for its joys, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ! There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God — Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains. And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet : WTiile anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. THE CHRISTIAN. 261 248 p- M. Weep not for me. WHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me. When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me. When the feeble pulse is ceasing. Start not at its swift decreasing, 'Tis the fetter'd soul's releasing; Weep not for me. 2 When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me. Christ is mine — he cannot fail me, Weep not for me. Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor From his love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength forever! Weep not for me. DEATH IN GENERAL. 249 p. M. The Shunammit^s son. THE child! the child! the kind old prophet said. Is it well 1 is it well 1 Doth it still live 1 or is the sweet ono dead ? Is it well ? is it well ] 262 DEATH. I fear me, by that alter'd mien, It is no more as it hath been — No more among the living seen : Is it well ? is it well ? 2 'Tis wen, 'tis well, the mother weeping It is well, it is well ; [said ; So must it be, to heaven its soul has fled ; It is well, it is weU : But ah ! my heart is rent in twain. What joys to me on earth remain, Since death my dearest joy hath slain? It is well, it is well. 3 But from the dead that mother grasp'd her son. He arose, he arose ; Sprung forth to life that cherish'd, lovely one, He arose, he arose ; And so shall rise each infant dear, That parents fondly cherish'd here ; Before the Lord shall all appear. All shall rise, all shall rise. 4 What though the dust a while to dust return, It is well, it is well ; It is not meet that we should sadly mourn, It is well, it is well : DEATH. The happy spirit, robed in white, To climes of glory wings its flight. And there, before the throne of light, It is well, it is well. 250 c. M. The resting-place. THE world hath one sweet resting-place, Where mourners find repose, And sorrow's children cease to weep, Regardless of their woes ; Where never was an eye impearl'd With one unbidden tear, Or strain of grief, or tale of woe, Assail'd the listless ear. 2 And monarchs quit their regal state, For its unbroken peace ; And beauty's blooming daughters in Its hallow'd garments dress ; And saints in glorious hope repose Within its beamless shade ; And sinners cease from troubling. Where they rest each weary head. 3 It bids all human sorrow cease, And every storm be calm : And heals up every bleeding heart. With an unearthly balm ; 264 DEATH. And when each tender tie that bound The soul to earth is riven, It shines along life's wilderness, The vestibule of heaven. 4 And Time's vast family must dwell Within that lone retreat, And every beating pulse will there Its genial warmth forget. When life's last sparks shall fade away, Like sunbeams from the wave : This dwelling is the sepulcher ; This resting-place the grave. 251 886,886. The brink of fate. LO ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place. Or shuts me up in hell. 2 0 God, mine inmost soul convert. And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight. And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. DEATH. 265 3 Before me place in dread array The pomp of that tremendous day, When th Git with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar ; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom 1 4 Be this my one great business here — With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to insure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill. And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight. And hope in full supreme delight. And everlasting love. 252 P. M. 66, 86, 88. Friends separated for a season, FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were bless'd. 266 DEATH. 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some bles^d clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affection transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 3 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown ; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone : And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. 4 Thus star by star declines, Till all are pass'd away. As morning high and higher shines. To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night — They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 253 886, 886. The momentous question. AND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree"? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains. To all eternity. DEATH. 267 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against that fatal day. 3 No room for mirth or trifling here. For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone ; If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before Th' ii]^exorable throne ! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery and joy ; But, O ! when both shall end. Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend 1 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies ! How make mine own election sure ; And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies. 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray ; Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way To glorious happiness. 268 RESURRECTION. Ah ! write the pardon on my heart ; And whensoever I hence depart, Let me depart in peace. EESUPtliECTION. 254 — p. M. Saints, arise. SOON we shall see, shall see the glo- rious morning ; Saints, arise — saints, arise ; Sinners, attend ; attend the notes of warn- Saints, arise — saints, cftise ; [ing ; The resurrection-day draws near, The King of saints shall soon appear. And high unfurl his banner here ; Saints, arise — saints, arise. 2 Hear ye the trump, the trump of God resounding ; Saints, arise — saints, arise; Through death's dark vaults, dark vaults, its notes rebounding; Saints, arise — saints, arise ; To meet the Bridegroom, haste, pre- pare. Put on your bridal garments fair, And hail your Saviour in the air ; Saints, arise — saints, arise. RESURRECTION. 269 3 The saints who sleep, who sleep, with All arise, all arise ; [joy awaken; Their clay-cold beds, cold beds, are quick All arise, all arise ; [forsaken : Not one of all the faithful few Who here on earth the Saviour knew. But starts, with bliss, his Lord to view: All arise, all arise. 4 Pursue them on, them on, their pathway All arise, all arise ; [glorious ; Led by their King, their King o'er death All arise, all arise ; [victorious. On Zion's hill secure they stand. With palms of victory in their hand ; To that long-sought, and peaceful land, All arise, all arise. 5 Fast by the throne, the throne of God, behold them ; Blissful scene, blissful scene ! And in his arms, his arms, the Saviour folds them ; Blissful scene, blissful scene ! With wreaths of glory round their head, • No tears of sorrow now are shed, To joy's full fountain all are led ; All is bliss, all is bliss. 270 JUDGMENT. I JUDGMENT. 255 87, 87, 47. Behold, he cometh ! LO ! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favor'd sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train : Halleluiah ! God appears on earth to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 All the tokens of his passion Still his dazzling body bears ; Cause of endless exultation To his ransom'd worshipers : With what rapture Gaze we on those glorious scars. 4 Yea, Amen ! let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne ; Saviour, take the power and glory ; Make thy righteous sentence known: Jah ! Jehovah ! Claim the kingdom for thine own. JUDGMENT. 271 256 P.M. 0, there will he mourning, 0 THE RE will be mourning, • Mourning, mourning, mourning, 0, there will be mourning At the judgment-seat of Christ. Parents and children there will part^ Parents and children there will part, Parents and children there will part. Will part to meet no more. 2 O, there will be mourning. Mourning, mourning, mourning, O, there will be mourning At the judgment-seat of Christ. Wives and husbands there will part, &c. 3 O, there will be mourning, Mourning, mourning, mourning, 0, there will be mourning At the judgment-seat of Christ. Brothers and sisters there will part, &c. 4 O, there will be mourning. Mourning, mourning, mourning, ^ 0, there will be mourning At the judgment-seat of Christ. Pastors and people there will part, &c. 272 JUDGMENT. 5 O, there will be glory, Glory, glory, glory, 0, there will be glory At the judgment-seat of Christ. Saints and angels there u'ill meet, Saints and angels there will meet. Saints and angels there loill meet, Will meet to part no more. 257 c. M. Secrets of the heart made Tcnmvn. AND must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day For every vain and idle thought. And every word I say? 2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, ■ And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. 3 How careful then ought I to live ; With what religious fear ; Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here. A Thou awful Judge of quick and dead. The watchful power bestow ; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. JUDGMENT. 273 5 If now thou standest at the door, 0 let me feel thee near ; And make my peace with God, before 1 at thy bar appear. 258 87, 87, 47. We also shall appear with Him in glory. LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, Partners in his patience here : Christ, to all believers precious. Lord of lords, shall soon appear : Mark the tokens . Of his heavenly kingdom near. 2 Sun and moon are both confounded, Darken'd into endless night. When, with angel hosts surrounded, In his Father's glory bright. Beams the Saviour, Shines the everlasting light. 3 See the stars from heaven falling ; Hark, on earth, the doleful cry ; Men on rocks and mountains calling, " While the frowning Judge draws nigh, Hide us, hide us. Rocks and mountains, from his eye ! 18 274 HEAVEN. 4 With what difTrent exclamation Shall the saints his banner see! By the tokens of his passion, By the marks received for me : All discern him : All with shouts cry out, 'Tis He ! 5 Lo, 'tis He ! our heart's Desire, Come for his espoused below; Come to join us with his choir, Come to make our joys o'erflow : Palms of vict'ry. Crowns of glory, to bestow. HEAVEN. 259 8s & 6s. There is a holier clime. THERE is a holier clime than ours, Where no rude storms are driven Across our path, to blight the flowers, Or crush the hopes of sunny hours — For this pure clime is heaven. ^ Then, when life's fountains cease to play, ^ And being's link is riven, 0 may our spirits soar away. And bathe in glory's brightest ray, Around the throne of heaven. HEAVEN. 275 260 c. M. 2^he goodly city in JERUSALEM ! my happy home ! Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy and peace in thee 1 This world is not my home, This world is not my home ; This tvorld^s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 2 O when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbath has no end*? This world is not my home, &c. 3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view. And realms of endless day. This world is not my home, &c. 4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, ^ Around my Saviour stand ; ™ And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. This world is not my home, &c. 276 HEAVEN. 6 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. This world is not my home, &c. 261 PM. A home far away. THERE is a home, a home fadeless and bright, Far away, far away ; There is no dark, no dark and stormy night, Far away, far away ; For Jesus said, " I will prepare Thee, child of earth, a dwelling fair :" 0, may I have a mansion there ! Far away, far away. 2 Then let the storm, the storm be wild and long, Jesus loves, Jesus loves ; And this shall be, shall be my daily song, ^. Jesus loves, Jesus loves ; IP He loves, he loves ; I know, I feel. Frail as I am he loves me still ; 0, may I do his blessed will ! Jesus loves, Jesus loves. HEAVEN". 277 3 And then at home, at home we soon shall be, Far away, far away ; From care and pain, from pain will soon be free. Far aw^ay, far away ; There tears of grief are never known ; And swiftly we are passing on To that bright land we call our own, Far away, far away. 262 ®^ ^ ^^' The land of rest THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wand'rers given ; There is a joy for souls distress'd, A balm for every wounded breast — 'Tis found above in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven. When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls. And all is drear but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, ^ To brighter prospects given ; ^ And views the tempest passing "by, The evening shadows quickly fly. And all serene in heaven. 2T8 HEAVEI?. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays Divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. 263 p. M. The pilgrim's home. MID scenes of affliction, with sorrow oppress'd, How oft have I sigh'd for the season of rest; When no more in this wilderness world 1 shall roam, But find, in the bosom of Jesus, a home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 No spot on this earth can give per- manent bliss; No home for the stranger and pilgrim is ^ this ; [put beyond the bright azure, the star- spangled dome, We'll find, in the bosom of Jesus, a home. Home, home, &c. HEAVEN. 2T9 3 This hope cheers the prospect that's gloomy and drear, And points to the haven of rest that is near ; 0, there in sweet fields of delight we shall roam, And find, in the bosom of Jesus, a home ! Home, home! &c. 4 My home is in heaven, my rest is not here; Then why should I murmur when trials are near? Be hush'd, my dark spirit ; the worst that can come, But shortens my journey, and hastens me home. Home, home I &c. 264 64, 64, 67, 64. The happy land. THERE is a happy land, Far, far away ; Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day : 0 how they sweetly sing, w Worthy is our Saviour King : Loud let his praises ring For evermore. 280 HEAVEN. 2 Come to this happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay? O we shall happy be, W^hen from sin and sorrow free ; Lord, we shall live with thee, Bless'd evermore. 3 Bright, in that happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept by a Father's hand. Love cannot die. O, then, to glory run ; Be a crown and kingdom won ; And, bright above the sun, Reign evermore. 255 8 lines 8s. The heavenly Jerusalem. AWAY with our sorrow and fear, We soon shall recover our home : The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come. !^om earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode ; The house of our Father above — The palace of angels and God. HEAVEN. 281 2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving Word, We see the new city descend, Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord : The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air : No gloom of affliction or sin. No shadow of evil, is there. S By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here : Her walls are of jasper and gold ; As crystal her buildings are clear; Immovably founded in grace. She stands as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays. And flames with the glory of God. 266 P.M. The heavenly Jerumlem. THERE is a holy city, A happy world above. Beyond the starry regions, Built by the God of love ; And everlasting mansions, * And saints array'd in white, There serve their great Redeemer, And dwell with him in light. 282 HEAVEN. 2 It is no world of trouble, The God of peace is there, He wipes away their sorrows, He banishes their care ; Their joys are still increasing. Their songs are ever new ; They praise th' eternal Father, The Son and Spirit too. 267 c. M. The heavenly Canaan. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. O, that ivill he joyful ! joyful ! joy- ful! O, that will he joyful ! To meet to part no more, To meet to part no more., On Canaan'' s happy shore ; ^Tis there weHl meet at Jesus' feet, WeHl meet to part no more. 2 There everlasting spring abides, * And never- with'ring flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. O, that will he joyful I &c. HEAVEN. 283 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dress'd in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood. While Jordan roll'd between. O, that ivill he joy full &c. 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. O, that will he joy full &c. 268 p. M. Eden of love. HOW sweet to reflect on those joys that await me. In yon blissful region, the haven of rest ; Where glorified spirits with welcome shall meet me. And lead me to mansions prepared for the bless'd ; Encircled in light, and with glory en- shrouded. My happiness perfect, my mind's sky un- clouded, I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure un- bounded. And range with delight through the Eden of love. 284 HEAVEN. 2 While angelic legions, with harps tuned celestial, Harmoniously join in the concert of praise, The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial, In loud halleluiahs their voices shall raise : Then songs to the Lamb shall reecho through heaven, My soul will respond. To Immanuel be given All glory, all honor, all might and dominion, Who brought us through grace to the Eden of love. 3 Then hail, blessed state ! hail, ye song- sters of glory ! Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above ! And join your full choir in rehearsing the story, " Salvation from sorrow, though Jesus's love." Though prison'd in earth, yet by antici- pation. Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation Of joys that await me when freed from probation ; My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of love J HEAVEN. 285 269 6s & 5s. Wheti shall we meet again ? WHEN shall we meet again % Meet ne'er to sever % When will peace wreathe her chain Round us forever? Our hearts will ne'er repose, Safe from each blast that blows, In this dark vale of woes, Never, no, never ! 2 When shall love purely flow. Pure as life's river ? When shall sweet friendship glow, Changeless forever ? Where joys celestial thrill. Where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill. Never, no, never ! 3 Up to that world of light, Take us, dear Saviour ! May we all there unite, Happy forever ! Where kindred spirits dwell. There may our music swell, And time our joys dispel, Never, no, never ! 286 HEAVEN. 4 Soon shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever ; Soon will peace wreath her chain Round us forever : Our hearts will then repose, Secure from worldly woes ; Our songs of praise shall close, Never, no, never ! 270 p. M. The heavenly home. 9"]l/riD scenes of confusion and creature J-VJL complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints ; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 An alien from God, and a stranger to grace, I wander'd through earth, its gay pleas- ures to trace. In the pathway of sin I continued to roam. Unmindful, alas ! that it led me from home. Home, home, &c. HEAVEN. 287 3 The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away; They bloom for a season, but soon they decay ; But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. Home, home, &c. 4 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms ! The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms ; At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room ; 0 there may I feast with his children at home. Home, home, &c. 5 The days of my exile are passing away, The time is approaching when Jesus will say, Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, And dwell in my presence forever at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O there I shall rest with my Saviour, at home. 288 HEAYEK. 271 p. M. A home in heaven. A HOME in heaven! what a joyful thought ; As the poor man toils in his weary lot ! His heart oppress'd, and with anguish driven, From his home below to his home in heaven. 2 A home in heaven ! as the sufferer lies On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes To that bright home, what a joy is given, "With the blessed thought of his home in heaven. 3 A home in heaven ! when our pleasures fade, I, And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid: And strength decays, and our health is riven. We are happy still with our home in heaven. 4 A home in heaven ! when the faint heart bleeds. By the Spirit's stroke, for its evil deeds ; 0 ! then what bliss, in that heart forgiven, Does the hope inspire of a home in heaven 1 ITEAYEN. 289 5 A home in heaven ! when our friends are fled, To the cheerless gloom of the moldering dead, We wait in hope on the promise given ; We will meet up there in our home in heaven. 6 A home in heaven! when the wheel is broke. And the golden bowl, by the terror-stroke ; When life's bright sun sinks in death's dark even. We will then fly up to our home in heaven. 7 Our home in heaven! O, the glorious home. And the Spirit, join'd with the bride, says ' "Come:" Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven, And rejoice in hope of your home in heaven. i 272 s. M. At home in heaven. FOREVER with the Lord! Amen, so let it be ! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 19 290 HEAVEN. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 Forever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis thy will. The promise of that faithful word, E'en here to me fulfill. 4 So, when my latest breath Shall rend the vail in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. 5 Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, Forever with the Lord ! 273 lis. . The Christian Home. MY soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue. Could I meet with angels I'd sing them a song ; l I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charnls, And beg them to bear me to his loving anns. Home, home, sioeet, sweet home-, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory t my home. i I HEAVEN. 291 2 0 Jesus! 0 Jesus! thou balm of my soul, 'Twas thou, my dear Jesus, that made my heart whole : 0 bring me to view thee, thou glorious King, In oceans of glory thy praises to sing 1 Home, home, &c. 3 A glimpse of bright glory surprises my soul, 1 sing in sweet visions to view the bright goal ; ^ My soul, while I'm singing, is leaping to go; This moment for heaven, I'd leave all be- low. Home, home, &c. 4 To the regions of glory my spirit shall flee, And take this poor body immortal and free ; With angelic armies forever to blaze. On Jesus's beauties forever to gaze. Home, home, &c. 274 L. M. Heaven. THERE is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing. Brighter than noonday glories are. And softer than the tints of spring. 292 HEAVEN. 2 It is not fann'd by summer's gale ; 'Tis not refresh'd by vernal showers : It never needs the moonbeam pale, For there are known no ev'ning hours. 3 It is all holy and serene, The land of glory and repose ; No cloud obscures the radiant scene ; There not a tear of sorrow flows, 4 No ; for that world is ever bright With purest radiance all its own ; The streams of uncreated light Flow round it from th' eternal throne. 275 c. M. The promised land. ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. I am hound for the promised land, I am hound for the pro?Jiised land ; My Saviour calls, and I must go, I am bound for the promised land. 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight ! Sweet fields array'd in living green, And rivers of delight. I dm bound for the promised land, &c. HEAVEN. 293 3 There generous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow ; There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale. With milk and honey flow. I am hound for the promised land, &c. 4 O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day ; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. I am bound for the promised land, &c. 5 No chilling wind, or pois'nous breath. Can reach that healthful shore ; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death. Are felt and fear'd no more. lam bound for the promised land, &c. 6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever bless'd ? When shall I see my Father's face. And in his bosom rest % I am hound for the promised land, &c. 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay ; Though Jordan's waves around me roll. Fearless I'd launch away. I am hound for the promised land, &c. 294 HEAVEN. 276 c. M. My Father's house. THERE is a place of waveless rest Far, far beyond the skies, Where beauty smiles eternally, And pleasure never dies ; My Father's house, my heavenly home! Where many mansions stand, Prepared by hands Divine for all W^ho seek the better land. 2 When toss'd upon the waves of life. With fear on every side. When fiercely howls the gathering storm. And foams the angry tide. Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom. Breaks forth the light of morn, Bright beaming from my Father's house, To cheer the soul forlorn. 3 In that pure home of tearless joy, Earth's parted friends shall meet, With smiles of love that never fade. And blessedness complete ; There, there adieus are sounds unknown, Death frowns not on that scene, But life and glorious beauty shine, Untroubled and serene. HEAVEN. 295 277 c. M. Home. OLAND of rest ! for thee I sigh, When will the moment come, When I shall lay my armor by, And dwell with Christ at home 1 This world is not my home, This world is not my home; This world's a wilderness of ivoe, This world is not my home. 2 No tranquil joys on earth I know, No peaceful sheltering dome ; This world's a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. This world is not my home, &c. 3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest ; He bade me cease to roam, And fly for succor to his breast. And he'd conduct me home. This world is not my home, &c. 4 I would at once have quit this place, Where foes in fury roam ; But ah ! my passport was not seal'd, I could not yet go home. This world is not my home, &c. HEAVEIf. 5 When by afflictions sharply tried, I view'd the gaping tomb ; Although I dread death's chilling flood, Yet still I sigh for home. This world is not my home, &c. 6 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom, 1 long to leave the unhallow'd ground, And dwell with Christ at home. This world is not my home, &c. 278 8s & 6s. Earth and heaven contrasted. THIS world is poor from shore to shore, And like a baseless vision ; Its lofty domes and brilliant ore, Its gems and crowns, are vain and poor : There's nothing rich but heaven. 2 Empires decay and nations die ; Our hopes to winds are given ; The vernal blooms in ruin lie. Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky : There's nothing sure but heaven. 3 Creation's mighty fabric all Shall be to atoms riven — The skies consume, the planets fall, Convulsions rock this earthly ball : There's nothing firm but heaven. PRAYER-MEETING-. 297 4 A stranger, lonely here I roam, From place to place am driven ; My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom, This earth is all a dismal tomb ; I have no Jiome but heaven. 5 The clouds disperse, the light appears, My sins are all forgiven ; Triumphant grace hath quell'd my fears ; Roll on, thou sun ! fly swift, my years ! I'm on my way to heaven. GENERAL PRAYER-MEETING, 279 L. M. The mercy-seat. FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet — It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 89S GENEKAL 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend : Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd ? Or how the hosts of hell defeat. Had suffring saints no mercy-seat 1 5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar. And sin and sense molest no more ; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 280 8s & 7s. Sabbath evening. HOW bless'd the Sabbath evening time, Sweet precious moments given ; So peaceful, holy, so divine. We seem almost to hear the chime Foretelling morn in heaven. 2 Sweet Sabbath eve ! day after day. In weakness we have striven ; But strengthen'd, now, we greet thy ray, It lights for us the narrow way That leads to peace in heaven. PRAYER-MEETIXG. 299 3 Sweet Sabbath eve, sweet Sabbath eve, Dearest of all the seven ! We love thee, yet we do not grieve That earth's fair scenes we soon must leave, For home — our home in heaven. 281 c. M. Evening. — Solitude. I LOVE to steal a while away From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear ; And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore ; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven : The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour. And lead to endless day. 300 GENERAL 282 L. M. Design of prayer. PRAYER is appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give ; Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live. 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ; If cares distract, or fears dismay ; If guilt deject, if sin distress ; In every case, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak : Though thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst, or canst not speak ; But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 4 Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ; Make all thy wants and wishes known ; Fear not ; his merits must prevail : Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 283 L. M. In the sanctuary. FAR from my thoughts, vain world be gone. Let my religious hours alone ; Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. PRAYER-MEETINa. 301 2 O warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire : Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Bless'd Saviour, what delicious fare ! How sweet thine entertainments are ! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine ; Thy glorious name shall be adored. And every tongue confess the Lord. 284 L. M. Sabbath eve. CALM Sabbath eve ! how bless'd the hour ! What soul so dull but feels its power ? What magic spell doth it possess. At once to gladden and to bless ! 2 The heart, depress'd by earthly cares. Now to the throne of grace repairs ; There for all woes a solace finds — There God the wounded Spirit binds. 3 Warm'd by devotion's holy fires, The soul to Heaven's high court aspires ; There revels in celestial light — There joys in day which knows no night. 302 GENERAL 285 s. M. The pleasures of social worship. HOW charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God, Unvails the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! Here on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crown'd, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 2 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents ; He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. Give me, 0 Lord, a place Within thy bless'd abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. 286 ii« & 8s. How lovely the place. HOW lovely the place where the Saviour appears To those Avho believe in his word ! His presence disperses my sorrows and fears, And bids me rejoice in my Lord. PRAYER-MEETING. 303 2 A day in his courts, than a thousand beside, Is better and lovelier far ; My soul hates the tents where the wicked reside. And all their delights I abhor. 3 Lord ! give me a place with the hum- blest of saints, For low at thy feet would I lie : I know that thou hearest my feeble complaints ; Thou hearest the young raven's cry. 4 Give strength to the souls that now wait upon thee, 0 come, in thy chariot of love ! From earth's vain enchantments, O help us to flee, And to set our aflfections above ! 287 c. M. Fellowship with God. FROM all that's mortal, all that's vain, And from this earthly clod. Arise, my soul, and strive to gain Sweet fellowship with God. 304 GENERAL 2 Say, what is there heneath the skies, In all the paths thou'st trod, Can meet thy wants, or give thee joys, Like fellowship with God ? 3 Nor life, nor all the toys of art, Nor pleasure's flow'ry road. Can to my soul such bliss impart, As fellowship with God? 4 When I am made, in love, to bear Affliction's needful rod, Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear, Through fellowship with God. 5 In fierce temptation's fiery blasts, When dangerous is the road, I'm happy, if I can but taste Sweet fellowship with God. 6 So when the icy hand of death Shall chill my flowing blood, With joy I'll yield my latest breath, Through fellowship with God. 2gg 4 lines 7s. Tribute of praise at parting. CHRISTIANS, brethren, ere we part, Every voice and every heart Join, and to our Father raise One last hymn of grateful praise. PKAYER-MEETINa. 305 2 Though we here should meet no more, Yet there is a brighter shore ; There, released from toil and pain, There we all may meet again. 3 Now to thee, thou God of heaven, Be eternal glory given : Grateful for thy love divine. May our hearts be ever thine. 289 c. M. The voice that waJces the dead. THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive. Accept the grateful sacrifice Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne. And think ourselves sincere : But show us, Lord, is every one Thy real worshiper 1 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, Nor feels his need of thee — A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree 1 4 Convince him now of unbelief. His desperate state explain ; And fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. 20 306 GENERAL 5 Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise ; And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. 290 L. M. The Christian renewing Jiis strength'. Isa. xl, 31. UP, Christian, up, take wings and fly, Above the tempest and the storm ; Upon thy Father's strength rely ; Thy God his promise shall perform. 2 As the strong eagle in his might Soars on, by powerful pinions borne, So may'st thou wing thy glorious flight, And all the powers of darkness scorn. 3 What though the billows wildly roll ? What though the clouds may darkly lower ? Thy God shall bear thy trembling soul Far, far above their raging power. 4 Then place thy firm, unshaken trust, On Him who doth the winds command ; On his unfailing promise rest. And lean upon his strong right hand. PEAYER-MEETING. 307 5 Go, leave the cares of earth beneath ; With soul renew'd, and sins forgiven. Mount upward on the wings of faith, Rejoicing in the smiles of heaven. 291 L. M. Blessings of prayer. WHAT various hindrances we meet In coming to the mercy-seat ; Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there ? 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud with- draw ; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love ; Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 292 s. M. Love for Zion. I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode ; The Church our bless'd Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 308 GENERAL 2 I love thy Church, O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways ; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 293 4lmesls, Sabbath evening. SOFTLY fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day ; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run. 2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 'Tis the holy peace of God : Symbol of the peace within, When the heart is free from sin. PEAYER-MEETING. 309 3 Still the spirit lingers near, Where the evening worshiper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. 4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee; Till in heaven our souls repose. Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 294 c. M. What is prayer. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd ; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye. When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death — He enters heaven with prayer. 310 GENERAL 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his \va5^s ; While angels, in their songs, rejoice, And cry, Behold, he prays ! 6 O thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray ! 295 L.M. Pleasures of devotion. HOW sweet to leave the world a while. And seek the presence of our Lord! Dear Saviour, on thy people smile, According to thy faithful word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee : 0 Lord, behold us at thy feet ; Let this the gate of heaven be. 3 " Chief of ten thousands," now appear, That we by faith may view thy face ; O speak, that we thy voice may hear. And let thy presence fill the placet PRAYER-MEETINa. 311 MISSIONARY PRAYER-MEETING. J^" A choice collection of hymns, adapted to the Monthly Missioxaby Cokcert, are here inserted, in hope that the day is not distant when such meetings will be held in all our churches, 296 s. M. Missionary Hymn. ZION, arise ajnd shine, Thy light, thy God is come ; His glory heams with rays divine, He calls thy children home. 2 On all the Church below He sheds his Spirit down. That grateful hosts to him may flow, And make his glories known. 3 Like gentle showers of spring, It falls on distant lands ; The little hills rejoice and sing, The valleys clap their hands. 4 Many through all the earth Are running to and fro. To give the expected ages birth, And vanquish every foe. 312 MISSIONARY 5 Support them in the fight Where ancient vices reign ; And may they, in thy Spirit's might, The rights of God maintain. 297 CM. Second part. MAY every pagan knee Bow down beneath their word ; And every tongue confess to thee, That Jesus is the Lord. 2 Let truth her beauty show, And grace her charms disclose ; And lay the daring idols low, And chase away thy foes. 3 May all the heathen lands Be sprinkled with his blood, And Ethiopia stretch her hands T' embrace the Saviour God. 4 May all the nations know The heaven of Jesus' love : Unite them to thy Church below, And then the Church above. 5 Haste, haste, the happy day, The prophets' cheering theme ; And wipe our tears and grief away, And reign the Lord supreme. PEAYER-MEETING. 313 298 ^^' ^^' ^6' ^^- The cri/ of the heathen. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blovi^ soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation ! 0 salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learn'd Messiah's name. B14 MISSIONARY 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory. It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 299 11. The triumph of tndh. TTIIS built on a rock, and the tempest X may rave ; Its solid foundation repels the proud wave ; Though Satan himself should appear in the van. Truth smiles at the rage of the infidel clan. 2 " Like the sun going forth " in his mighty career. To gladden the earth and illumine each sphere ; The chariot of Truth shall in majesty roll O'er climate, isle, ocean, to each distant pole. PRAYER-MEETING. 315 3 A glorified course it shall nobly pursue, Encircling with radiance both Gentile and Jew ; And millions of heathens, their idols despising, Shall bask in the light, and exult in its rising ! 4 The shadows that cover the regions of Ham Shall vanish, or flame with the light of the Lamb ; Each lovely green island that gems the salt wave, His truth will convert, his philanthropy save ! 300 76, 76, 76, 76. Departing missionaries. T) OLL on, thou mighty ocean ; JLt And, as thy billows flow, Bear messengers of mercy To every land below. Arise, ye gales, and waft them Safe to the destined shore ; That man may sit in darkness, And death's black shade, no more. 316 MISSIONARY 2 O, thou eternal Ruler, Who holdest in thine arm The tempests of the ocean, Protect them from all harm ! Thy presence, Lord, be with them, Wherever they may be ; Though far from us who love them. Still let the^ be with thee. 301 7s & 5s. The heathen! s cry. HARK ! what cry arrests my ear ? Hark ! what accents of despair ? 'Tis the heathen's dying prayer ; Friends of Jesus, hear. Men of God, to you we cry, Rests on you our tearful eye ; Help us, Christians, or we die — Die in dark despair ! 2 Hasten, Christians, haste to save, O'er the land, and o'er the wave, Dangers, death, and distance brave ; Hark ! for help they call. Afric bends her suppliant knee ; Asia spreads her hand to thee ; Hark ! they urge the heaven-born plea, Jesus died for all. PRAYER- MEETING. 317 3 Haste, then, spread the Saviour's name; Snatch the firebrands from the flame ; Deck his glorious diadem With their ransom'd souls. See ! the pagan altars fall ! See ! the Saviour reigns o'er all ! Crown him ! crown him ! Lord of all ! Echoes round the poles. 302 64, 64, 67, 64. Bible for the heathen. OS END the word Divine, Far, far away ; In every heathen clime Its light display ; 0 let the Burman sing, " Worthy is our Saviour King," And loud his praises ring — Praise, praise for aye. 2 God's word to every land,. Send, send away ; He will, with bounteous hand, Our love repay. O ! we shall happy be. When the heathen we shall see Dwelling, gracious Lord, with thee, In heaven for aye. 318 MISSIONARY 3 Then, in that happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day, O we will sweetly sing, " Worthy is oar Saviour King," And with the heathen ring . His praise for aye. 303 L. M. Christ'' s universal and everlasting hingd. Cenrtick 117 Jesus, mV Lord, attend <7. Wesley 135 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Watts 318 Jesus, the name high over all C. Wesley 32 Jesus, thine all victorious love C. Wesley 157 Jesus, thy far-extended fame C. Wesley 27 Jesus, united by thy grace C Wesley 341 Jesus, we look to thee C. Wesley 343 Jesus, while onr hearts are bleeding 142 Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move 137 Joy to the -world, the Lord is come Watts 366 INDEX. 373 Let every mortal ear attend Watts 44 Let every tongue thy goodness speak Watts 218 Let worldly minds the world pursue Newton 229 Lift up your hearts to things above O. Wesley 845 Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus C. Wesley 273 Lo! He eoines, with clouds descending.. G. Wesley 270 Lo ! on a narrow nock of land 0. Wesley 264 Lord, how secure and bless'd are they Watts 120 Lord, I believe a rest remains C. Wesley 161 Lord, I despair myself to heal C, Wesley 90 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Watts 350 Liord, we are vile, conceived in sin Watts 7 Love divine, all love excelling G. Wesley 166 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 25 May every pagan knee 312 May we who teach the rising race 335 Men of God, go take your stations Kelly 332 Merey^ 0 thou son of David Neicton 107 Mid scenes of affliction, with sorrow 278 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints.. 286' My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so Watts 242 My God, my life, my love W'S. Sigoumey 833 O send the .word divine ? L. £. Heed 317 O tell me, thou life and delisht of 229 O that I could repent C. Wesley 97 O that my load of sin were gone C. Wesley 156 O there will be mourning 271 O thou God of my salvation O. Wesley 170 O Thou in whose presence my soul. Swain 33 O Thou thatbearest x>rayer 48 0 thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. .. .. ..Moore 216 O turn ye, 0 turn ye, for why will ye die 73 Our souls, by love together drawn Miller 859 O when shall I.see Jesus 148 O where shall rest be found Montgomery 72 0, who, in such a world as this Monigonnet^ 149 Parting soul, the flood awaits thee Edmeston 255 People of the hving God Mooitgomery 97 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair Watts 16 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Kenn 368 Prayer is appointed to convey.__ HaH 300 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire — Montgoinery 809 Prostrate at Jesus' feet Stennett 106 Eejoice, the Lord is king G. Wesley 171 Religion is a glorious treasure 231 Eetiirn, O wanderer, return Collyer 68 Eock of Ages, cleft for me Toplady 93 Eoll on, thou mighty ocean 815 Salvation ! O the .joyful sound Watts 50 Saviour, hear us through thy merit 179 Saviour, while my heart is "tender 61 Saw ye not the cloud arise G. Wesley 363 Say, dost thou mark that beaming eye 121 Say, sinner, hath a voice within Eyde 79 INDEX. 375 See that heathen mother stand Mrs. Brown 832 See the lovely, blooming flower Wakefield 236 Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier 256 Show pity, Lord, 0 Lord, forgive Watts 105 Since man by sin has lost his God 224 Sinners, the voice of God regard Fawcett 76 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? C. Wesley 60 Sinners, will vou scorn the message? Allen 75 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely. S. F. Smith 259 Softly fades the twilight ray S. F, Smith 808 Solomn scene, though fnll of blessing.. C. O. Bedell 254 Sometimes a light surprises Cowper 234 Son of God, thy blessing grant '....C. Wesley 180 Soon we shall see, shall see the glorious 268 Speak gently ; it is better far Bates 140 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay G. Wesley 111 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour Walford 186 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream 179 Sweet is the scene where 3L'S. Barbauld, 253 Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me Kennaday 837 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. . . . .RoMnson 20 Tarry with me, 0 my Saviour 221 Ten thousand thanks to thee A. Hill 353 That warning voice, O sinner, hear Hastings 78 The bird that soars on hishest wing 129 The child! the child ! the kind old prophet said . . 261 The hireling, weary of his load 258 The long-lost son, with streaming eyes 100 The Lord into his garden comes 364 The Lord is my Shepherd ; he makes me 180 The Lord is the fountain of goodness 235 The morning light Is breaking 8. F. Smith 360 The pearl that worldlings covet 225 The praying spirit breathe G- Wesley 177 The Prince of salvation in triumph \^..S. F. Smith 40 The sound of salvation is echoed afar 824 The voice of free gi-ace cries escape Thurshy 52 The world hath one sweet resting-place. 263 The world their fancied pearl may crave 223 There is a fountain fiU'd with blood Gowper 23 There is a happy land 279 There is a holier clime than ours 274 There is aholy city 281 There is a home Miss Phillips 276 376 INDEX. There is an hour of peaceful rest Tappan 277 There is a land of pure delight Watts 282 There is a place of waveless rest Turribxtll 294 There is a region lovelier far 291 There seems a voice in every gale Mrs. Opie 169 They have gone to the land where the 327 This book is all that's left me now 354 This may be thy latest call Wakfifidd S3 This, tills is the God we adore ^Hart 133 This world is all a fleeting show 21oore 238 This world's not all a fleeting show 239 This world is poor from shore to shore 2iels&n 296 Though troubles assail ;. ..Newton 181 Thou art gone to the grave Eeher 251 Thou great mysterious God unknown. . . C. Wesley 119 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes . . C\ Wesley 305 Thou sweet-gliding Kedron Marie de Fleury 15 Thou who didst with love Jane Taylor 335 Thus far the Lord hath led me on Watts 355 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love C. 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