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 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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VILLAGE HYMNS 
 
 FOR 
 
 MAY 7 1934 
 
 SOCIAL WORSHIP 
 
 SELECTED AND ORIGINAL. 
 
 DESIGNED AS 
 
 A SUPPLEMENT 
 
 TO THE 
 
 PSALMS AND HYMNS 
 
 OF 
 
 DR. WATTS. 
 
 BY ASAHEL NETTLETOX. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 With great satisfaction and pleasijp have I often heard the 
 friends of the Redeemer express their unqualified attachment to 
 the sacred poetry of Dr. Watts. Most cordially do I unite with 
 them in the hope, that no Selection of Hymns which has ever 
 yet appeared may be suffered to take the place of his inimitable 
 productions. 
 
 Deficiencies, however, he unquestionably has. Numerous 
 have been the attempts to supply them ; but, hitherto, the judi- 
 cious have been constrained to regret, that these attempts have 
 succeeded only in part. Whether the book, here published, will 
 add something to that supply, is submitted to the decision of the 
 religious community. 
 
 The compiler does not overlook the valuable labors of those 
 who have preceded him in this department ; while he concurs in 
 the opinion, very generally adopted by his brethren in the minis- 
 try, that the various benevolent operations, and especially the 
 prevalence of revivals, which are so characteristic of the present 
 day, demand a New Selection of Hymns. 
 
 In the year 1820, the General Association of Connecticut ap- 
 pointed a committee to devise measures for the prosperity of re- 
 ligion within their limits. I well remember, that at a meeting 
 of this committee, the first item proposed was a New Selection 
 of Hymns. Four years have nearly elapsed, and nothing has 
 been done pursuant to their appointment. 
 
 When, in the providence of God, I had the happiness of spend- 
 ing a short season, as a laborer for Christ, within the limits of 
 the Albany Presbytery, the call for such a work in that region, 
 and, as I learned from the most respectable sources, very exten- 
 sively in the West and South, was not less imperious and press- 
 
h PREFACE. 
 
 ber suited to his case, and place them under the eye of the 
 young convert. 
 
 This part of my employment has been highly delightful ; and 
 1 cannot but indulge the hope, that among the many thousands 
 who have commenced their christian course in the recent revi- 
 vals, not a few of them will find this volume a pleasant and pro- 
 fitable companion on their way to the heavenly Zion. 
 
 The character of some of the hymns is such, that with equal 
 propriety they might have been differently arranged. I have, 
 therefore, distributed them under the several heads where I 
 thought them most needed — recollecting that the intrinsic value 
 of the hymn was not at all affected by the page which it might 
 occupy. 
 
 "Where the title of a hymn is omitted, it will be found id the 
 next preceding, or in the running title. 
 
 Tunes adapted to most of the particular metres will be found 
 in Zion's Harp, a small collection of Music designed to accom- 
 pany this volume. 
 
 The compiler has only to add his grateful acknowledgments 
 that this humble effort has met with such an extensive and wel- 
 come reception, and for the many tokens already received, that 
 his labor has not been in vain. 
 Vfw-York. May 1. 1827 : 
 
VILLAGE HYMNS 
 
 GOD. 
 
 HYMN 1. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Roth well. Luther's Hymn. 
 
 1 f llHERE is a God, who reigns above, 
 
 J- Lord of the heav'n. and earth and seas 
 I fear his wrath, I ask his love, 
 And with my lips I sing his praise. 
 
 2 There is a law which he has writ, 
 To teach us all, what we must do ; 
 My soul, to his commands submit, 
 For they are holy, just, and true. 
 
 3 There is a gospel rich in grace, 
 Whence sinners all their comforts draw : 
 Lord, I repent and seek thy face, 
 
 For I have often broke thy law. 
 
 4 There is an hour when I must die, 
 Nor do 1 know how soon 'twill come ; 
 How many, younger much than I, 
 
 Have pass'd by death to hear their doom. 
 
 5 Let me improve the hours I have, 
 Before the day of grace is fled ; 
 There's no repentance in the grave, 
 Nor pardon offer'd to the dead. 
 
2, 3. GOD. 
 
 HYMN 2. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Colchester. St. Ann's. 
 His condescension. Isa. lxvi. 2. 
 
 1 T^I^HEN the Eternal bows the skies. 
 
 ▼ ▼ To visit earthly things ; 
 With scorn divine he turns his eyes 
 From towers of haughty kings. 
 
 2 He bids his awful chariot roll, 
 
 Far downward from the skies, 
 To visit every humble soul, 
 With pleasure in his eyes. 
 
 3 Why should the Lord, who reigns above. 
 
 Disdain so lofty kings ? 
 Say, Lord, and why such looks of love 
 Upon such worthless things I 
 
 4 Mortals, be dumb ; — what creature dares 
 
 Dispute his awful will ? 
 Ask no account of his affairs, 
 But tremble, and be still. 
 
 5 Just like his nature is his grace, 
 
 All sov'reign and all free ; 
 Great God ! how searchless are thy ways ! 
 How deep thy judgments be ! 
 
 HYMN 3. C. M. Blacklock. 
 
 Elgin. Martyr's. Chapel. 
 Omniscience and Omnipresence. Ps. cxxxix. 
 
 1 " " ORD, thou with an unerring beam 
 -Li Surveyest all my powers ; 
 
 My rising steps are watch'd by thee, 
 By thee, my resting hours. 
 
 2 My thoughts, scarce struggling into birth. 
 
 Great God, are known to thee ; 
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GOD. 
 
 Abroad, at home, still I'm enclosed 
 With thine immensity. 
 
 3 To thee the labyrinths of life 
 
 In open view appear ; 
 Nor steals a whisper from my lips 
 Without thy listening ear. 
 
 HYMN 4. C. M. 
 
 Walsal. Plymouth. 
 Proverbs xv. 3. — Hebrews iv. I J. 
 
 1 HHHE eye of God is every where 
 
 JL To watch the sinner's ways ; 
 He sees who join in humble prayer, 
 And who in solemn praise. 
 
 2 One glance of thine, eternal Lord, 
 
 Can pierce and search us through ; 
 Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell afford 
 A shelter from thy view ! 
 
 5 The universe, in every part, 
 At once before thee lies ; 
 And every thought of every heart 
 Is open to thine eyes. 
 
 4 Prepare us, Lord, to pray and praise 
 
 With fervent, holy love ; 
 \nd fit us by thy word of grace 
 To worship thee above. 
 
 HYMNS. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Cambridge. Swanwick. 
 flits glories in Redemption. Isa. xliv. 23. 
 
 I W7* ATHER, how wide thy glory shines ' 
 -*- How high thy wonders rise ! 
 Known thro' the earth by thousand signs. 
 By thousands thro' the skies. 
 
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6\ GOD. 
 
 2 But when we view thy strange design. 
 
 To save rebellious worms ; 
 Where vengeance and compassion join 
 In their divinest forms ; — 
 
 3 Here the whole Deity is known ; 
 
 Nor dares a creature guess — 
 Which of the glories brightest shone— * 
 The justice or the grace. 
 
 1 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
 Adorn the heavenly plains : 
 Bright seraphs learn Emmanuel's name. 
 And try their choisest strains. 
 
 5 Oh, may I bear some humble part, 
 In that immortal song! 
 Wonder and joy shall tune my heart. 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 HYMN 6. C. M. 
 
 Halifax. Braintree. 
 
 1 TNDULGENT Father, how divine, 
 J- How bright thy beauties are ! 
 Thro' nature's ample round they shine. 
 
 Thy goodness to declare. 
 
 2 But in thy nobler work of grace, 
 
 What brighter mercy smiles 
 In our benign Redeemer's face, 
 And every fear beguiles ! 
 
 43 Such wonders, Lord, while we survey. 
 To thee our thanks shall rise, 
 When morning ushers in the day, 
 Or evening veils the skies, 
 
 4 When glimmering life resigns its flame, 
 
 Thy praise shall tune our breath ; 
 
 JO 
 
GOD. 
 
 The dear memorials of thy name 
 Shall gild the shades of death. 
 5 But oh, how sweet our song shall rise. 
 When freed from feeble clay ; 
 
 And all thy glories meet our eyes 
 In one eternal day ! 
 
 HYMN 7. C. M. 
 
 Braintree. York. 
 Love of God. 1 John iv. 3. 
 
 1 ^iOME, ye that know and fear the Lord,. 
 ^J And lift your souls above ; 
 
 Let every heart and voice accord. 
 To sing that God is love. 
 
 2 This precious truth his word declares,. 
 
 And all his mercies prove ; 
 
 Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears 
 
 To show, that God is love. 
 
 3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire, 
 
 Thunders hrs dreadful name ; 
 But Zion sings, in melting notes, 
 The honors of the Lamb. 
 
 4 In all his doctrines and commands, 
 
 His counsels and designs — 
 In ev'ry work his hands have fram'd 
 His love supremely shines. 
 
 5 Angels and men the news proclaim.. 
 
 Thro' earth and heaven above, 
 The joyful and transporting news, 
 That God, the Lord, is love. 
 
 HYMN 8. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Antigua. Blendon. 
 GocPs goodness. Ps. cvii. 31. 
 
 1 "V^E sons of men, with joy record 
 A The various wonders of the Lord ; 
 
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GOD. 
 
 And let his power and goodness sound, 
 Through all your tribes the earth around 
 
 2 Let the high heavens your songs invite. 
 Those spacious fields of brilliant light; 
 Where sun, and moon, and planets roll/ 
 And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 
 
 3 But Oh ! that brighter world above, 
 Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! 
 God's only Son, in flesn array' d 
 
 For man a bleeding victim made. 
 £ Thither, my soul, with rapture soar. 
 There, in the land of praise, adore ; 
 The theme demands an angel's lay. 
 Demands an everlasting day. 
 
 HYMN 9. L M. Medley. 
 
 Blendon. Tallis' Evening Hymn. 
 Loving-kindness. Isaiah Ixiii. 7. 
 
 1 A WAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, 
 
 -^JL And sing the great Redeemer's praise 
 He justly claims a song from me, 
 His loving-kindness, Oh, how free ! 
 
 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, 
 Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ; 
 He sav'd me from my lost estate, 
 His loving-kindness, Oh, how great ! 
 
 3 Tho' numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
 Tho' earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He safely leads my soul along, 
 
 His loving-kindness, Oh, 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, Oh, how good ! 
 
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GOD. 10, 11 
 
 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
 But though I have him oft forgot. 
 His loving-kindness changes not, 
 
 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail : 
 Oh ! may my last expiring breath 
 His loving-kindness sing in death. 
 
 HYMN 10. S. M. Watt- 
 
 Peckham. Watchman. Pelham. 
 Love and Mercy, 
 
 1 O ING — how eternal love 
 ^ Its chief Beloved chose ; 
 
 And bade him raise our ruin'd race. 
 From their abyss of woes. 
 
 2 His hand no thunder bears, 
 No terror clothes his brow ; 
 
 No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 3 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, 
 And wrath stood silent by — 
 
 When Christ was sent with pardon down. 
 To rebels doom'd to die. 
 
 4 Now, Sinners, dry your tears, 
 Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 
 
 ■Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
 And take the offered peace. 
 
 HYMN 11. CM. Watts. 
 
 Colchester. Braintree. 
 Trinity. Ephesians ii. 18. 
 
 1 RATHER of glory, to thy name 
 -T Immortal praise we give, 
 
 2* 13 
 
72. GOD, 
 
 Who dost an act of grace proclaim, 
 And bid us rebels live. 
 
 2 Immortal honor to the Son, 
 
 Who makes thine anger cease ; 
 Our lives he ransom'd with his own. 
 And dy'd to make our peace. 
 
 3 To thine Almighty Spirit be 
 
 Immortal glory given, 
 Whose influence brings us near to thee. 
 And trains us up for Heaven. 
 
 4 Let men, with their united voice, 
 
 Adore th' eternal God, 
 And spread his honors and their joys. 
 Through nations far abroad. 
 
 5 Let faith, and love, and duty join, 
 
 One general song to raise : 
 Let saints in earth and Heaven combine. 
 In harmony and praise. 
 
 HYMN 12. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Abridge. St. Ann's. 
 The mysteries of Providence. 
 
 1 ^1 OD moves in a mysterious way, 
 ^JT His wonders to perform ; 
 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill, 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 And works his sov'reign will. 
 
 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take. 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread, 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on yocrr head. 
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GOD. 
 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense. 
 
 But trust him for his grace ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 
 And scan his work in vain : 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 HYMN 13. C. M. Addison. 
 
 Mear. Rochester. 
 Servants of God always safe. 
 
 1 TTOW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord, 
 JLJL How sure is their defence ! 
 Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
 
 Their help, omnipotence. 
 
 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote. 
 
 Supported by thy care ; 
 Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt. 
 And breathe in tainted air. 
 
 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne. 
 
 High on the broken wave, 
 They know thou art not slow to hear.. 
 Nor impotent to save. 
 
 4 The storm is laid — the winds retire. 
 
 Obedient to thy will : 
 The sea that roars at thy command, 
 At thv command is still. 
 
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14. UNIVERSAL PRAISE, 
 
 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths. 
 Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
 We'll praise thee for thy mercies past. 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 HYMN 14. 6, 4. Madams Coi 
 
 Trinity. St. Clemens. 
 
 1 f^lOME, thou Almighty King, 
 ^y Help us thy name to sing. 
 
 Help us to praise ! 
 Father all glorious, 
 O'er all victorious, 
 Come and reign over us, 
 
 Ancient of days. 
 
 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
 Scatter our enemies, 
 
 And make them fall ! 
 Let thine Almighty aid 
 Our sure defence be made : 
 Our souls on thee be stay'd ; 
 
 Lord, hear our call ! 
 
 1 Come, thou incarnate Word 
 Gird on thy mighty sword ; 
 
 Our prayer attend ! 
 Come, and thy people bless, 
 And give thy word success ; 
 Spirit of holiness, 
 On us descend ! 
 
 4 Come, holy Comforter, 
 Thy sacred witness bear 4 . 
 
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UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 15, 16. 
 
 la this glad hour ! 
 Thou, who almighty art, 
 Now rule in ev'ry heart, 
 And ne'er from us depart, 
 
 Spirit of power. 
 
 5 To thee great One in Three. 
 The highest praises be, 
 
 Hence evermore ! 
 His sovereign majesty, 
 May we in glory see, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 HYMN 15. L. M. Watts, 
 
 Wells. Old Hundred. 
 God exalted above all praise. 
 
 ETERNAL power ! whose high abode 
 Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
 In vain the tallest angel tries 
 To reach thy height with wond'ring eyes, 
 
 2 Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, 
 And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name ; 
 But oh, the glories of thy mind 
 
 Leave all our soaring thoughts behind* 
 
 3 God is in heaven, but man below: 
 
 Be short our tunes, our words be few ; 
 A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, 
 And praise sits silent on our tongues. 
 
 HYMN 16. 5, 6. Madan's Col. 
 
 Locke. Devonshire. 
 God^s servants should praise him* 
 
 E servants of God, 
 Your Master proclaim, 
 
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if. UNIVERSAL PRAISE-.. 
 
 And publish abroad 
 
 His wonderful Name ; 
 The name all victorious 
 
 Of Jesus extol ; 
 His kingdom is glorious* 
 
 And rules over all. 
 
 2 God ruleth on high, 
 Almighty to save; 
 And still he is nigh, 
 His presence we have : 
 
 The great congregation 
 
 His triumph shall sing- 
 Ascribing salvation 
 
 To Jesus our king. 
 
 3 Salvation to God 
 
 Who sits on the throne — 
 
 Let all cry aloud 
 
 And honor the Son : 
 Our Jesus's praises 
 
 The angels proclaim ; 
 Fall down on their faces 
 
 And worship the Lamb, 
 
 4 Then let us adore, 
 And give him his right; 
 All glory and power, 
 And wisdom and might : 
 
 All honor and blessing, 
 
 With angels above ; 
 And thanks never ceasing, 
 
 And Infinite love. 
 
 HYMN 17. 8, 7. Taylor, 
 
 Sicilian Hymn. Northampton Chapel, 
 
 1 O AINTS, with pious zeal attending. 
 ^ Now a grateful tribute raise ; 
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UNIVERSAL PRAISE. lo 
 
 Solemn songs to heav'n ascending, 
 Join the universal praise. 
 
 2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling. 
 
 Lowly bend with contrite souls ; 
 Here his milder grace revealing, 
 Here his wrath no thunder rolls. 
 
 > Every secret fault confessing, 
 
 Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, 
 Seize, O seize the proffer'd blessing, 
 Grace from God and peace within. 
 
 I Heart and voice with rapture swelling, 
 Still the song of glory raise ; 
 On the theme immortal dwelling, 
 Join the universal praise. 
 
 HYMN 18. L. M. Doddridge, 
 
 Portugal. Chaiham. Bicester. 
 
 I g~^ OD of my life, through all its days, 
 ^UT My grateful powers shall sound thy praise : 
 The song shall wake with opening light, 
 And warble to the silent night. 
 
 When anxious cares would break my rest 2 
 And grief would tear my throbbing breast. 
 Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high, 
 And check the murmur and the sigh. 
 
 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all its powers of language fail, 
 
 Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break. 
 And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 
 
 4 But Oh ! when that last conflict's o'er. 
 And I am chain'd to flesh no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise, 
 To join the music of the skies ! 
 
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19. 20. SCRIPTURES. 
 
 SCRIPTURES. 
 HYMN 19. C. M. Rippon 
 
 Barby. Wareham. 
 
 1 TTOW precious is the book divine. 
 XjL By inspiration given ! 
 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts. 
 
 In this dark vale of tears ; 
 Life, light, and joy, it still imparts. 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 
 Of life, shall guide our way, 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 HYMN 20. CM. Steele. 
 
 St. Ann's. Canterbury. 
 
 1 TT'ATHER of mercies, in thy word. 
 Jl What endless glory shines ! 
 For ever be thy name ador'd 
 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice- 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 And life, and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 3 Oh, may these heavenly pages be 
 
 My ever dear delight; 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light! 
 
 4 Divine instructor, gracious Lord. 
 
 Be thou for ever near. 
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SCRIPTURES. 21. J- 
 
 Teach mc to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 HYMN 21. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Plymouth. Abridge. 
 
 LADEN with guilt and full of fears, 
 I fly to thee, my Lord, 
 And not a glimpse of hope appears, 
 But in thy written word. 
 
 The volume of my Father's grace 
 
 Does all my grief assuage ; 
 Here I behold my Saviour's face 
 
 Almost in every page. 
 
 This is the field where hidden lies 
 
 The pearl of price unknown ; 
 That merchant is divinely wise, 
 
 Who makes the pearl his own. 
 
 This is the Judge that ends the strife 
 
 Where wit and reason fail ; 
 My guide to everlasting life, 
 
 Thro' all this gloomy vale. 
 
 HYMN 22. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Angel's Hymn. Kent. Old Hundred. 
 The power of the Gospel. 
 
 JESUS, thy witness speaks within ; 
 The mercy w 7 hich thy words reveal. 
 Refines the heart from sense and sin, 
 And stamps its own celestial seal. 
 
 Tis God's renewing, gracious hand, 
 That moulds and forms the heart anew; 
 
 Transgressors can no more withstand, 
 But bow and own his doctrine true. 
 
 The guilty wretch, that trusts thy blood. 
 Finds peace and pardon at the cross ; 
 
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23. SCRIPTURES. 
 
 The soul, that was averse to God, 
 Believes and loves his Maker's laws. 
 
 4 Let proud opposers cease their strife. 
 And own, O Lord, the work is thine ; 
 The voice, that calls the dead to life, 
 Must be almighty and divine. 
 
 HYMN 23. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Italy. Bicester. Truro. 
 
 1 /^ OD, in the gospel of his Son, 
 
 hJT Makes his eternal counsels known : 
 ? Tis here his richest mercy shines, 
 And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 
 
 2 Here sinners of an humble frame 
 
 May taste his grace and learn his name ; 
 ? Tis writ in characters of blood, 
 Severely just, immensely good. 
 
 3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways, 
 His soul- attracting charms displays, 
 Recounts his poverty and pains, 
 And tells his love in melting strains, 
 
 4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, 
 
 To form our minds, to cheer our hearts : 
 Its influence makes the sinner live, 
 It bids the drooping saint revive. 
 
 5 Our raging passions it controls, 
 And comfort yields to contrite souls ; 
 It brings a better world in view, 
 
 And guides us all our journey through. 
 
 6 May this blest volume ever lie 
 Close to my heart, and near my eye. 
 Till life's last hour my soul engage. 
 And be my chosen heritage ! 
 
ALARMING. 24, 25. 
 
 HYMN 24. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Abridge. Barby. 
 The glory of the word. 
 
 1 ri^HE Spirit breathes upon the word. 
 JL And brings the truth to sight : 
 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic like the sun ; 
 It gives a light to every age, 
 It gives — but borrows none. 
 
 3 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 His truths upon the nations rise, 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 ALARMING. 
 
 HYMN 25. S M. Newton. 
 
 Wirks worth. Orange. 
 Few saved. Luke xiii. 23. 
 
 DESTRUCTION'S dangerous road 
 What multitudes pursue ! 
 While that which leads the soul to God, 
 Is known or sought by few. 
 
 Believers find the way 
 
 Thro' Christ, the living gate ; 
 But those who hate this holy way 
 
 Complain it is too strait/ 
 
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26, ALARMING. 
 
 3 If self must be deny'd, 
 
 And sin no more cnress'd, 
 They rather choose the way that's wide. 
 And strive to think it best. 
 
 4 Encompass'd by a throng, 
 
 On numbers they depend ; 
 They say, so many can't be wrong, 
 And miss a happy end. 
 
 5 But hear the Saviour's word, 
 
 " Strive for the heav'nly gate, 
 Many will call upon the Lord, 
 And find their cries too late." 
 
 6 Obey the gospel call, 
 
 And enter while you may ; 
 The flock of Christ is always small, 
 And none are safe but they. 
 
 7 Lord, open sinners' ayes, 
 
 Their awful state to see ; 
 And make them, ere the storm arise, 
 To thee for safety flee. 
 
 HYMN 26. C. M. Dobell. 
 
 Windsor. Buckingham. Lebanon. 
 Matt. vii. 13, 14. 
 
 1 RUNNERS, behold that downward road 
 1^ Which leads to endless wo ; 
 
 What multitudes of thoughtless souls* 
 The road to ruin go ! 
 
 2 But yonder see that narrow way 
 
 Which leads to endless bliss; 
 There see a happy chosen few, 
 Redeem'd by sovereign grace. 
 
 3 They from destruction's city came, 
 
 To Zion upward tend : 
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ALARMIMi. - I 
 
 The bible is their precious guide. 
 And God himself their friend. 
 
 4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be — 
 Guide thou my feet aright; 
 J would not for ten thousand worlds 
 Be banished from thy sight. 
 
 HYMN 27. L. If. Doddridge. 
 
 Bath. Luther's Hymn. 
 The sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. v. 27, 
 
 1 "O AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye : 
 Jtt> Behold God's balance lifted high ! 
 There shall his justice be display'd, 
 
 And there thy hope and life be weigh'd, 
 
 2 See in one scale his perfect law ; 
 Mark with what force its precepts draw : 
 Wouldst thou the awful test sustain ? 
 
 Thy works how light ! thy thoughts how vain ! 
 
 3 Behold, the hand of God appears 
 To trace in dreadful characters : 
 
 6 Sinner — thy soul is wanting found, 
 
 And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 
 
 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace ; 
 Let horror change thy guilty face ; 
 Thro' all thy thoughts let anguish roll. 
 Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 
 
 5 One only hope may yet prevail ; — 
 Christ hath a weight to turn the scale ; 
 Still doth the gospel publish peace, 
 And show a Saviour's righteousness. 
 
 6 Great God, exert thy power to save ; 
 Deep on the heart these truths engrave ; 
 The pond'rous load of guilt remove, 
 That trembling lips may sing thy" love. 
 
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2ii, 29. ALARMING. 
 
 HYMN 28. C. M. 
 
 Funeral Hymn. Elgin. 
 Hell Isa. xxx. 33. Mark ix. 43, 44. 
 
 1 Hi^AR from the utmost verge of day 
 JF Those gloomy regions lie, 
 Where flames amid the darkness play — 
 
 The worm shall never die. 
 
 2 The breath of God — his angry breath 
 
 Supplies and fans the fire ; 
 There sinners taste the second death, 
 And would — but can't expire. 
 
 3 Conscience, the never dying worm. 
 
 With torture gnaws the heart ; 
 And wo and wrath, in every form, 
 Is now the sinner's part. 
 
 4 Sad world indeed ! ah, who can bear 
 
 For ever there to dwell — 
 For ever sinking in despair 
 In all the pains of hell ! 
 
 HYMN 29. CM. Watts. 
 
 Elgin. Funeral Hymn. 
 The Scoffer, 
 
 1 A LL ye who laugh and sport with death, 
 -/-^- And say there is no hell ; 
 
 The gasp of your expiring breath 
 Will send you there to dwell. 
 
 2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh. 
 
 With strange surprise you'll find 
 Immortal vigor spring afresh, 
 And tortures wake the mind ! 
 
 ) Then you'll confess, the frightful names 
 Of plagues, you scorn'd before. 
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ALARMING. 30, 31 
 
 No more shall look like idle dreams, 
 Like foolish tales no more. 
 
 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, 
 With flames upon your tongues, 
 When you exehang'd your souls away 
 For vanity and songs. 
 
 HYMN 30. L. M. 
 
 Bath. Monmouth. 
 To-day. Heb. iv. 7. 
 
 1 TTASTEN, O sinner, to be wise, 
 JUL And stay not for the morrow's sun : 
 The longer wisdom you despise 
 
 The harder is she to be won. 
 
 2 Oh, hasten, mercy to implore, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy season should be o'er 
 Before this evening's course be run. 
 
 9 Hasten, O sinner, to return, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 For fear thy lamp should fail to burn 
 Before the needful work is done, 
 
 4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest, 
 
 And stay not for the morrow's sun. 
 For fear the curse should thee arrest. 
 Before the morrow is begun. 
 
 HYMN 31. L. M. Newtox. 
 
 Winchester. Bath. Wells. 
 The fig-tree. Mark xi. 20. 
 
 I ^^^^ aw ^ wor d which Jesus spoke 
 ^jt Against the tree that bore no fruit. 
 More dreadful than the lightning's stroke. 
 Blasted and dry'd it to the root. 
 
\>2. ALARMING. 
 
 2 How many, who the gospel hear, 
 Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives, 
 May with this wither' d tree compare !— * 
 They yield no fruit, but only leaves. 
 
 3 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk. 
 Unless combin'd with faith and love, 
 And witnessed by a gospel walk, 
 
 Will not a true profession prove. 
 
 4 Without such fruit as God expects, 
 Knowledge will make our state the worse : 
 The fruitless sinners he rejects, 
 
 And soon will blast them with his curse. 
 
 HYMN 32. S. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Dunbar. Orange. Bridgeport. 
 Preparations for tlie Judgment. Rev. xx. 1 1 . 
 
 1 TTOW will my heart endure 
 J-JL The terrors of that day ; 
 
 When earth and heaven, before the Judge. 
 Astonish'd shrink away ! 
 
 2 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of the dead ; 
 Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound, 
 What joyful tidings spread ! 
 
 3 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 
 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear : 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
 And find salvation there. . 
 
 4 So shall that curse remove, 
 
 By which the Saviour bled ; 
 And the last awful day shall pour 
 
 His blessings on vour head. 
 28 
 
I 
 
 ALARMING. 33, 34. 
 
 HYMN 33. S. M. Dwight. 
 
 Bridgeport. Wirksworth. 
 The harvest is past. Jer. viii. 20. 
 
 SAW, beyond the tomb, 
 The awful Judge appear, 
 Prepar'd to scan with strict account. 
 My blessings wasted here. 
 
 2 His wrath like flaming fire, 
 
 Burn'd to the lowest hell — 
 And in that hopeless world of wo, 
 He bade my spirit dwell. 
 
 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, 
 
 While yet 'tis call'd to-day ; 
 Soon will the awfui voice of death 
 Command your souls away. 
 
 4 Soon will the harvest olose — 
 
 The summer #oon be o'er — 
 And soon, your injured, angry God 
 Will hear your prayers no more. 
 
 HYMN 34. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Elim. Barby. 
 The rich worldling. Luke xii. 16 — 21. 
 
 1 "1VI"Y barns are full, my stores increase: 
 
 -1TJL And now for many years, 
 Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease. 
 Secure from wants and fears." 
 
 2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once. 
 
 As many now presume, 
 He heard the Lord himself pronounce 
 His sudden, awful doom : 
 
 3 " This night, vain fool, thy soul must pa&s 
 
 Into a world unknown ; 
 
 29. 
 
35, 36. ALARMING. 
 
 And who shall then the stores possess,. 
 Which thou hast call'd thine own V 
 
 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme 
 For happiness below ; 
 Till death destroys the pleasing dream,. 
 And they awake to wo. 
 
 HYMN 35. C. M. Part II. 
 
 Elgin. Martyrs. 
 
 1 AH! who can speak the vast dismay 
 j9L That fills the sinner's mind, 
 When torn by death's strong hand away 
 
 He leaves his all behind ! 
 
 2 Worldlings, who cleave to earthly things. 
 
 But are not rich to God, 
 Will feel thai death is full of stings, 
 And hell a dark abode. 
 
 3 Dear Saviour, make us timel/ wise, 
 
 Thy gospel to attend ; 
 That we may live above the skies, 
 When time and life shall end. 
 
 HYMN 36. C. M. Newton. 
 
 York. Mear. Walsal. 
 Trust of the wicked. Jer. xvii. 5, 6. 
 
 1 ^EE how the worthless bramble stands 
 ^ Beneath a burning sky ; 
 Wither'd and parclvd in barren sands. 
 
 And only grows to die. 
 
 2 Such is the sinner's awful case, 
 
 Who makes the world his trust ; 
 And dares his confidence to place 
 
 In vanity and dust. 
 30 
 
ALARMING. •>? 
 
 3 A secret curse destroys his root, 
 And dries its moisture up ; 
 He lives a while, but bears no fruit. 
 Then dies without a hope. 
 
 HYMN 37. H. M. Lee. 
 
 Bethesda. Eagle-Street. 
 Rom. iii. 16. 
 
 1 X^7"HEN frowning death appears. 
 
 ▼ ▼ And points his fatal dart, 
 What dark foreboding fears 
 Distract the sinner's heart ! 
 
 The dreadful blow 
 
 No arm can stay, 
 
 But torn away 
 
 He sinks to wo. 
 
 2 Now every hope denied, 
 Bereft of every good, 
 He must the wrath abide 
 Of an avenging God ; 
 
 No mercy there 
 Will greet his ear, 
 Nor wipe the tear 
 Of black despair. 
 
 3 Sinners, awake, attend, 
 And flee the wrath to come : 
 
 Make Christ, the Judge, your friend. 
 And heav'n shall be your home. 
 
 His mercy nigh, 
 
 Now points the path 
 
 That leads from death 
 
 To joy3 on high. 
 
 31 
 
38, 39. ALARMING. 
 
 HYMN 38. C. M. Doddrtdge, 
 
 St. Martin's. Dundee. Barby. 
 Acts xvii. 30. 
 
 1 "O EPENT, the voice celestial cries, 
 Xlb Nor longer dare delay : 
 
 The wretch that scorns the mandate dies. 
 And meets a fiery day. 
 
 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God 
 
 O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
 His heralds are despatch'd abroad 
 To warn the world of sin. 
 
 3 Together in his presence bow, 
 
 And all your guilt confess ; 
 Accept the offer'd Saviour now, 
 Nor trifle with his grace. 
 
 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 
 
 And call you to his bar : 
 For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 
 And turns to vengeance there. 
 
 5 Amazing love, that yet will call, 
 
 And yet prolong our days ! 
 Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall, 
 And weep, and love, and praise. 
 
 HYMN 39. L. M. Pres. Davies. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Old Hundred. 
 The wreck of nature. Isa. xxiv. 18 — 20. 
 
 1 TTOW great, how terrible that God, 
 JUL Who shakes creation with his nod ! 
 He frowns — earth, sea, all nature's frame 
 Sink in one universal flame. 
 
 2 Where now, oh, where shall sinners seek 
 For shelter in the general wreck ! 
 
 32 
 
ALARMING. 40- 
 
 Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown ? 
 See rocks like snow dissolving down. 
 
 3 In vain for mercy now they cry, 
 In lakes of liquid fire they lie ; 
 There on the flaming billows tost, 
 For ever — oh, for ever lost ! 
 
 4 But saints undaunted and serene, 
 With calmness view the dreadful scene ; 
 Their Saviour lives, the worlds expire ; 
 And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 
 
 5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, 
 To thee my all I dare commend ; 
 Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, 
 When lightnings blaze from pole to pole. 
 
 HYMN 40. 7s. Newton. 
 
 Middleton. Pleyel's. 
 Sinner, prepare to meet God. 
 
 1 O INNER, art thou still secure ! 
 •^ Wilt thou still refuse to pray? 
 Can thy heart or hands endure 
 In the Lord's avenging day? 
 
 3 See, his mighty arm is bar'd ! 
 Awful terrors clothe his brow! 
 For his judgment stand prepar'd, 
 Thou must either break or bow. 
 
 3 At his presence nature shakes, 
 
 Earth affrighted hastes to flee ; 
 Solid mountains melt like wax, 
 What will then become of thee 1 
 
 4 Who his advent may abide ] 
 
 You that glory in your shame, 
 Will you find a place to hide, 
 When the world is wrapt in flame t 
 
 4 33 
 
41, 42. ALARMING. 
 
 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! 
 
 Soon we must resign our breath, 
 And our souls be call'd to pass 
 Through the iron gate of death. 
 
 6 Let us now our day improve, 
 
 Listen to the gospel voice ; 
 Seek the things that are above ; 
 Scorn the world's pretended joys. 
 
 HYMN 41. L. M. Lee. 
 
 Surry. Putney. 
 God angry with the wicked, Ps. vii. 1 1 . 
 
 IAN angry God — a Judge severe — 
 J-jl. How just, how holy is the Lord ! 
 While christians hope with humble fear. 
 Let sinners tremble at his word. 
 
 2 His law condemns the wicked now, 
 
 And goodness seals their awful doom ; 
 But wrath, tho' here unseen, and slow, 
 Will burst, and burn beyond the tomb. 
 
 3 Then how may hope and peace be found 1 
 
 My trembling, anxious heart inquires ; — 
 A hope secure on gospel ground, 
 
 No phantom which the world inspires ? 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, friend of sinners, hear, 
 
 And lift on me thy smiling face ; 
 Chase from my soul each doubt and fear. 
 And bid me taste thy cheering grace. 
 
 HYMN 42. S. M. Hyde. 
 
 Oulney. Wirkswortli. 
 Apostacy. 2 Pet. ii. 22. 
 
 1 ""l^E, who in former days, 
 
 i Where found at Zion's gate : 
 34 
 
ALARMING. 1 > 
 
 Who seem'd to walk in wisdom's ways. 
 And told your happy state ; 
 
 2 But now to sin draw back, 
 
 And love again to stray, 
 The narrow path of life forsake, 
 And choose the beaten way; 
 
 3 Think not your names above 
 
 Are written with the saints ; 
 The promise of unchanging love 
 Is his who never faints. 
 
 4 Your transcient joy and peace 
 
 Your deeper doom have seal'd, 
 Unless you wake to righteousness, 
 Ere judgment is reveal'd. 
 
 HYMN 43. 7, 6. Newton. 4 
 
 Brighthelmstone. Amsterdam. Margate. 
 The Alarm. 
 
 1 O TOP, poor sinners, stop and think. 
 ^ Before you further go ; 
 
 Will you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo \ 
 On the verge of ruin stop — 
 
 Now the friendly warning take — 
 Stay your footsteps — ere ye drop 
 
 Into the burning lake, 
 
 2 Say, have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose I 
 Fear ye not that iron rod 
 
 With which he breaks his foes ? 
 Can you stand in that dread day, 
 
 Which his justice shall proclaim. 
 When the earth shall melt away 
 
 Like wax before the flame I 
 
 35 
 
44. INVITING. 
 
 3 Ghastly death will quickly come. 
 
 And drag you to his bar ; 
 Then to hear your awful doom, 
 
 Will fill you with despair ! 
 All your sins will round you crowd; 
 
 You shall mark their crimson dye ; 
 Each for vengeance crying loud, 
 
 And what can you reply ? 
 
 4 Tho' your heart were made of steel, 
 
 Your forehead lin'd with brass ; 
 God at length will make you feel, 
 
 He will not let you pass ; 
 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 Those who now despise his grace. 
 " Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face." 
 
 i 
 
 INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 44. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Clifford. Bray. Herman. 
 The Saviour's invitation. John vii. 37. 
 
 1 npHE Saviour calls — let every ear 
 
 JL Attend the heav'nly sound ; 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear. 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, 
 
 Here streams of bounty flow, 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart 
 
 To banish mortal wo. 
 ^6 
 
inviting. 45, 46. 
 
 3 Ye sinners come, 'tis mercy's voice ; 
 
 The gracious call obey ; 
 Mercy invites to heav'nly joys — 
 And can you yet delay? 
 
 4 Dear Saviour draw reluctant hearts; 
 
 To thee let sinners flv, 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts 
 And drink, and never die. 
 
 HYMN 45. C. M. Medley. 
 
 Barby. Clarendon. 
 
 1 f\H, what amazing words of grace 
 ^J Are in the gospel found ! 
 Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, 
 
 Who knows the joyful sound. 
 
 2 Come then, with all your wants and wounds. 
 
 Your ev'ry burden bring ; 
 Here love, eternal love abounds, 
 A deep celestial spring. 
 
 3 This spring with living water flows, 
 
 And living joy imparts ; 
 Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, 
 And drink with thankful hearts. 
 
 HYMN 46. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Wantage. Buckingham. 
 
 1 nf^HERE is a voice of sovereign grace 
 
 J- Sounds from the sacred word ; 
 " Ho ! ye despairing sinners come, 
 And trust upon the Lord." 
 
 2 My soul obeys the Almighty call, 
 
 And runs to this relief; 
 T would believe thy promise, Lord. 
 Oh ! help my unbelief. 
 
 4* 37 
 
47. INVITING* 
 
 3 To the dear fountain of thy blood, 
 
 Incarnate God, I fly ; 
 Here let me wash my spotted soul 
 From crimes of deepest die. 
 
 4 Stretch out thine arm victorious King. 
 
 My reigning sins subdue ; 
 Drive the old dragon from his seat, 
 With his apostate crew. 
 
 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm 
 
 On thy kind arms I fall ; 
 But thou my strength and righteousness, 
 My Jesus, and my all ! 
 
 HYMN 47. 8, 7. Newton. 
 
 Northampton-Chapel. Drummond. 
 John iii. 14. 
 
 IAS the serpent, rais'd by Moses, 
 juL Heal'd the burning serpent's bite : 
 Jesus thus himself discloses 
 To the wounded sinner's sight. 
 
 2 Hear his gracious invitation: 
 
 " I have life and peace to give : 
 I have wrought out full salvation : 
 Sinner, look to me and live. 
 
 3 " You had been for ever wretched. 
 
 Had 1 not espous'd your part ; 
 Now, behold my arms outstretched, 
 To receive you to my heart. 
 
 4 "Well may shame, and joy, and wonder, 
 
 All your inward passions move ; 
 I could crush you with my thunder. 
 
 But I speak to you in love." 
 38 
 
IHVITIHG. 48, 49. 
 
 5 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee 
 For thy precious life and death ; 
 Melt each stubborn heart before thee. 
 Give us all the eye of faith. 
 
 HYMN 48. L. M. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Darwent. 
 Behold, I stand at the door. Rev. iii. 2Q. 
 
 1 X>EHOLD a stranger at the door ! 
 
 -LP He gently knocks, has knock'd before. 
 Hath waited long — is waiting still ; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands 
 
 With melting heart and loaded hands ! 
 Oh, matchless kindness ! and he shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes ! 
 
 3 But will he prove a friend indeed I 
 He will ; the very friend you need ; 
 The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
 With garments dy'd on Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine ; 
 Turn out his enemy and thine, 
 That soul-destroying monster sin, 
 And let the heavenly stranger in. 
 
 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn, 
 His feet departed ne'er return ; 
 Admit him, or the hour's at hand. 
 You'll at his door rejected stand. 
 
 HYMN 49 C. M. 
 
 Clarendon. Newmark. 
 
 1 A MAZING sight, the Saviour stands 
 -^-9^- And knocks at every door! 
 Ten thousand blessings in his hands 
 To satisfy the poor. 
 
 39 
 
50, INVITING. 
 
 2 " Behold," he saith, " I bleed and die 
 
 To bring you to my rest: — 
 Hear, sinners, while I'm passing by, 
 And be for ever blest. 
 
 3 " Will you despise my bleeding love. 
 
 And choose the way to hell ] 
 Or in the glorious realms above, 
 With me for ever dwell ? 
 
 4 " Not to condemn your wretched race 
 
 Have I in judgment come ; 
 But to display unbounded grace, 
 And bring lost sinners home. 
 
 5 " Will you go down to endless night. 
 
 And bear eternal pain \ 
 Or in the glorious realms of light 
 With me for ever reign ] 
 
 G " Say — will you hear my gracious voice, 
 And have your sins forgiven \ 
 Or will you make that wretched choice, 
 And bar yourselves from heaven I 
 
 HYMN 50. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Springfield. Bray. Newmark. 
 
 1 A ND will the Lord thus condescend 
 -f\- To visit sinful worms 1 
 
 Thus at the door shall mercy stand 
 In all her winning forms 1. 
 
 2 Surprising grace ! — and shall my heart 
 
 Unmov'd and cold remain \ 
 Has this hard rock no tender part 1 
 
 Must mercy plead in vain ? 
 40 
 
INVITING. ! 
 
 3 Shall Jesus for admission sue — 
 
 His charming voice unheard ? 
 And this vile heart, his rightful due. 
 Remain for ever barr'd ] 
 
 4 'Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r, 
 
 The lodging has possest ; 
 And crowds of traitors bar the door 
 Against the heav'nly guest. 
 
 5 Ye dang'rous inmates, hence depart ; 
 
 Dear Saviour, enter in, 
 And guard the passage to my heart, 
 And keep out every sin. 
 
 HYMN 51. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Tunbridge. Keene. 
 
 1 IVTOW is the time, th' accepted hour ; 
 JL i O sinners, come away ; 
 
 Thee Savk ur's knocking at your door, 
 Arise without delay. 
 
 2 Oh ! don't refuse to give him room, 
 
 Lest mercy should withdraw ; 
 He'll then in robes of vengeance come 
 To execute his law. 
 
 3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be. 
 
 If destitute of grace, 
 When you your injur'd Judge shall see. 
 And stand before his face. 
 
 4 Oh ! could you shun that dreadful sight. 
 
 How would you wish to fly 
 To the dark shades of endless night, 
 From that all-searching eye? 
 
 41 
 
52, 53. INVITING. 
 
 5 The dead awak'd must all appear, 
 
 And you among them stand, 
 Before the great impartial bar, 
 Arraign'd at Christ's left hand. 
 
 6 Let not these warnings be in vain, 
 
 But lend a list'ning ear; 
 Lest you should meet them all again, 
 When wrapt in keen despair. ^ 
 
 HYMN 52. C. M. Heginbothom. 
 
 Walsal. Elgin. Windsor. 
 He beheld the city, Sfc. Luke xix. 41, 42. 
 
 1 "TTNHAPPY city ! hadst thou known- 
 
 %J Then were thy peace secure ; 
 But now the day of grace is gone, 
 And thy destruction sure." 
 
 2 Thus to the Jews the Saviour calls, 
 
 As near their gates he stood, 
 His eyes beheld their guilty walls, 
 And wept a sacred flood. 
 
 3 And can mine eyes, without a tear, 
 
 A weeping Saviour seel 
 Shall I not weep his groans to hear. 
 Who groan'd and died for me \ 
 
 4 Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine 
 
 Subdue each stubborn foe ; 
 Come, fill my heart with love divine. 
 And bid my sorrows flow. 
 
 HYMN 53. C. M. 
 
 Wednesbury. Dundee. 
 
 I JTESUS, Redeemer of mankind, 
 •J Thy saving power display ; 
 
 42 
 
LWITLNG. 54. 
 
 Thy mercy now may sinners find, 
 And know their gracious day. 
 
 2 Ah, give them, Lord, a longer space; 
 
 Nor suddenly consume; — 
 But let them take the proffer'd grace, 
 And flee the wrath to come, 
 
 3 Open their eyes thy cross to view, 
 
 Their ears to hear thy cries — 
 Sinners, the Saviour weeps for you, 
 For you he weeps and dies. 
 
 4 All the day long he meekly stands, 
 
 The rebels to receive ; 
 And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands. 
 And bids you turn, and live. 
 
 HYMN 54. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Springfield. Bray. Colchester. 
 And yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 1 ~\7"E wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 A Behold a royal feast ! 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
 For every humble guest. 
 
 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, he bids you come ; 
 Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; 
 But see, there yet is room. 
 
 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart ; 
 
 There love and pity meet ; 
 
 Nor will he bid the soul depart, 
 
 That trembles at his feet. 
 
55, 56. INVITING. 
 
 4 In him the Father, reconciled, 
 Invites your souls to come ; 
 The rebel shall be call'd a child, 
 And kindly welcom'd home. 
 
 HYMN 55. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Barby. Wareham. 
 
 1 I"ESUS 5 thy blessings are not few, 
 •* Nor is thy gospel weak ; 
 
 Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, 
 And heal the dying Greek. 
 
 2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage, 
 
 Does thy salvation flow; 
 'Tis not confined to sex or age, 
 The lofty or the low. 
 
 3 While grace is offer' d to the prince, 
 
 The poor may take their share ; 
 No mortal has a just pretence 
 To perish in despair. 
 
 4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come. 
 
 He'll form your souls anew ; 
 His gospel and his heart have room 
 For rebels such as you. 
 
 'Y E , 
 
 HYMN 56. H. M. Bode*. 
 
 Eagle-Street. Bethesda. 
 E dying sons of men, 
 
 [mmerg'd in sin and wo, 
 The gospel's voice attend, 
 While Jesus sends to you : 
 Ye perishing and guilty come, 
 In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 
 44 
 
INVITING. >' 
 
 1 No longer now delay ; 
 No vain excuses frame ; 
 He bids you come to-day, 
 Tho' poor, and blind, and lame : 
 
 All things are ready, sinners, come ! 
 
 For every trembling soul there's room. 
 
 3 Compell'd by bleeding love, 
 
 Ye wandering souls draw near : 
 Christ calls you from above — 
 His charming accents hear ! 
 
 Let whosoever will, now come ; 
 
 In mercy's arms there still is room. 
 
 HYMN 57. 8, 7, 4. Hart. 
 
 Littleton. Jordan. 
 Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. xi. 28 — 30. 
 
 1 ^lOME, ye weary, heavy laden, 
 Vy Lost and ruin'd by the fall ; 
 If you tarry till you're better 
 
 You will never come at all : 
 
 Not the righteous — 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 2 Let not conscience make you linger. 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
 All the fitness he requireth, 
 Is to feel your need of him : 
 
 This he gives you — 
 "Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 
 
 3 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
 On the bloody tree behold him ; 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 "It is finished :" 
 Sinners, will ?iot this suffice ? 
 
 5 45 
 
58. INVITING. 
 
 4 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 Let no other trust intrude : 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 5 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 
 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
 While the blissful seats of heaven. 
 Sweetly echo with his name : 
 
 Hallelujah!— 
 Sinners here may sing the same. 
 
 HYMN 58. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Portugal. Bath. 
 
 1 /^lOME, weary souls, with sin distrest, 
 V^ Come, and accept the promised rest ; 
 The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
 
 And cast your gloomy fears away. 
 
 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, 
 Oh, come and spread your woes abroad : 
 Divine compassion, mighty love, 
 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 
 
 To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
 Pardon and life, and endless peace ; 
 How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 
 
 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart, 
 The hope thy gracious words impart ; 
 We come with trembling, yet rejoice 
 And bless the kind inviting voice. 
 
 46 
 
INVITING. .'»*». 
 
 HYMN 59. 5, 6. 
 
 Devonshire. Locke. 
 
 x c 
 
 OME, sinners, attend, 
 And make no delay ; 
 Good news from a friend, 
 
 I bring you to-day ; 
 Glad news of salvation 
 
 Come now and receive : 
 There's no condemnation 
 To them that believe. 
 
 2 I AM THAT I AM 
 
 Hath sent me to you ; 
 Glad news to proclaim, 
 
 Your sins to subdue : 
 To you, O distressed, 
 
 Afflicted, forlorn, 
 Whose sins are increased, 
 
 And cannot be borne. 
 
 3 But still if you cry, 
 
 Oh, what is his name ? 
 You have the reply, 
 
 I AM THAT I AM : 
 Tho' blind, lame, and feeble, 
 
 And helpless you lie, 
 He's willing and able 
 
 Your wants to supply. 
 
 4 Then only believe, 
 
 And trust in his name ; 
 He will not deceive, 
 
 Nor put you to shame ; 
 But fully supply you 
 
 With all things in store ; 
 Nor will he deny you 
 
 Because you are poor. 
 
 47 
 
f>0, fit. INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 60. L. M. 
 
 Blendon. Bath. Portugal. 
 Luke xv. 20 — 24. 
 
 1 O! what a rapt'rous joy possest 
 
 JLJ The tender parent's throbbing breast. 
 To see his spendthrift son return, 
 And all his former follies mourn ! 
 
 2 So, Jesus never will despise 
 The contrite heart for sacrifice ; 
 
 The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan 
 Will rise accepted to the throne. 
 
 3 He meets, with tokens of his grace, 
 The trembling lip, the blushing face; 
 His bowels yearn when sinners pray, 
 And mercy bears their sins away. 
 
 HYMN 61. L. M. C. Wesley, 
 
 St. Peter's. Portugal. 
 
 1 DINNERS, obey the gospel word, 
 ^ Haste to the supper of your Lord ; 
 Be wise to know your gracious day, 
 All things are ready, come away. 
 
 2 Ready the Father is to own 
 And welcome his returning son, 
 Ready the gracious Saviour stands, 
 And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit from above 
 
 To fill the broken heart with love, 
 T' apply and witness Jesus' blood, 
 And wash and seal you sons of God. 
 
 4 Ready for you the Angels wait, 
 To triumph in your best estate ; 
 Tuning their harps by which they praise 
 The wonders of redeeming grace, 
 
 48 
 
INVITING. 62, 63 
 
 HYMN 62. L. M. C. Wesley. 
 
 Surry. Warwick. 
 
 1 O INNERS, approach your dying Lord, 
 ^ And find your happiness restor'd : 
 His profter'd benefits embrace, 
 
 The plenitude of gospel grace : 
 
 2 A pardon written with his blood, 
 The favor and the peace of God ; 
 The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
 The trembling joys of penitence : 
 
 3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, 
 The meltings of a broken heart ; 
 The tears that tell your sins forgiv'n ; 
 The sighs that waft your souls to heav'n. 
 
 4 Oh, quit this world's delusive charms, 
 And quickly fly to Jesus' arms ; 
 Wrestle, until your God is known, 
 Till you can call the Lord your own. 
 
 HYMN 63. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Rochester. Braintree. Brighton. 
 Isa. lv. 1, 2. 
 
 1 " ET every mortal ear attend, 
 JL^ And every heart rejoice ! 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 
 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, -starving souls, 
 
 Who feed upon the wind, — 
 And vainly strive, with earthly toys, 
 To fill an empty mind : — 
 
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64, 65. JflVlTINO. 
 
 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 
 
 A soul-reviving feast ; 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provision taste. 
 
 4 Ho ! ye who pant for living streams, 
 
 And pine away and die ; 
 Here, you may quench your raging thirst. 
 With springs that never dry. 
 
 5 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 
 Stand open all the day ; 
 Lord, we are come to seek supplies. 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 HYMN 64. L. M. 
 
 Bicester. China. 
 
 1 X3TO ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh. 
 _IJL 'Tis God invites the fallen race ; 
 Mercy and free salvation buy, 
 
 Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 
 
 2 Ye nothing in exchange can give, 
 
 Leave all ye have and are behind ; 
 Freely the gift of God receive, 
 Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 
 
 3 Come to the living waters, come ! 
 
 Sinners, obey your Maker's voice : 
 Return, ye weary wanderers, home. 
 And in redeeming love rejoice. 
 
 HYMN 65. L. M. 
 
 Carthage. Surry. 
 Compel them. — Luke xiv. 23. 
 
 1 ^lOME, all ye souls, by sin oppressed. 
 \j Ye weary wanderers after rest ; 
 Ye poor and maim'd and halt and blind. 
 In Christ a hearty welcome find. 
 
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INVITING. G6. 
 
 2 See him set forth before your eyes ; 
 Behold the bleeding sacrifice ! 
 
 His offer'd love with joy embrace, 
 Bow to the sceptre of his grace. 
 
 3 This message from your God receive. 
 Nor longer dare his Spirit grieve — 
 Yield to his love's constraining pow'i\ 
 And fight against your God no more. 
 
 HYMN 66. 8s. Maxwell. 
 
 Consolation. Lambeth. New- Jerusalem. 
 Excellencies of Christ. 
 
 1 jTOW shall I my Saviour set forth 1 
 XjL How shall I his beauties declare \ 
 Oh, how shall I speak of his worth, 
 
 Or what his chief dignities are 1 
 His angels can never express, 
 
 Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, 
 How rich are his treasures of grace ; — 
 
 No ! this is a myst'ry unknown. 
 
 2 In him all the fulness of God 
 
 For ever transcendently shines ; 
 Tho' once like a mortal he stood, 
 
 To finish his gracious designs : 
 Tho' once he was nail'd to the cross. 
 
 Vile rebels like me to set free ; 
 His glory sustained no loss, 
 
 Eternal his kingdom shall be. 
 
 3 O sinner, believe and adore 
 
 The Saviour so rich to redeem ; 
 No creature can ever explore 
 
 The treasures of goodness in him : 
 
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G7. INVITING. 
 
 1 Come, all ye, who see yourselves lost, 
 And feel yourselves burden'd with sin, 
 Draw near while with terror you're toss'd, 
 Believe — and your peace shall begin. 
 
 HYMN 67. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Quito. Kent. Portugal. 
 The wonderful love of Christ. 
 
 1 #~10ME, let me love, or is my mind 
 Vy Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice X 
 I see the blessed fair one bend, 
 
 And stoop t' embrace me from the skies ! 
 
 2 Oh ! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, 
 And make a heart of iron move, 
 
 That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look 
 Should seek and wish a mortal love ! 
 
 3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, 
 Bound to sustain eternal pains ; 
 He flew on wings of strong desire, 
 Assum'd my guilt and took my chains. 
 
 4 Infinite grace ! almighty charms ! 
 Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies ! 
 Jesus, the God, extends his arms, 
 Hangs on a cross of love, and dies. 
 
 5 Did pity ever stoop so low, 
 Dress'd in divinity and blood ? 
 Was ever rebel courted so, 
 
 In groans of an expiring God X 
 
 6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands, 
 Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart ; 
 
 " By these dear wounds," says he ; and stands. 
 And prays to clasp me to his heart. 
 
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INVITING. 68, G9. 
 
 7 Sure I must love : or are my ears 
 Still deaf, nor will my passions move 1. 
 Lord ! melt this stubborn heart to tears ; 
 This heart shall yield to death or love. 
 
 HYMN 68. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 Armley. Surry. 
 Jer. xxxi. 18—20. 
 
 1 TJETURN, O wanderer, return, 
 JLl^ And seek an injur'd father's face: 
 Those warm desires that in thee burn, 
 
 Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 
 
 2 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And seek a father's melting heart; 
 His pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
 
 His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 
 
 3 Return, O w T anderer, return, 
 
 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live : 
 Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
 4 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And wipe away the falling tear ; 
 'Tis God who says, " No longer mourn,'' 
 "Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 
 
 HYMN 69. C. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Mear. Plymouth. Bangor. 
 Let the wicked forsake, $c. Isa. lv. T. 
 
 1 ^NNERS, the voice of God regard ; 
 £^ His mercy speaks to-day ; 
 He calls you by his sov'reign word. 
 From sin's destructive way. 
 
70, 71. INVITING. 
 
 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, 
 
 You live devoid of peace : 
 A thousand stings within your breast, 
 Deprive your souls of ease. 
 
 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; 
 
 Why will you persevere ? 
 Can you in endless torments dwell, 
 Shut up in black despair I 
 
 4 Why will you in the crooked ways 
 
 Of sin and folly go? 
 In pain you travel all your days, 
 To reap immortal wo ! 
 
 HYMN 70. C. M. Part II. 
 
 Rochester. York. St. Ann's. - 
 
 OW, he who turns to God shall live, 
 Thro' his abounding grace ; 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive 
 Of those who seek his face. 
 
 J JV 
 
 2 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 
 
 Renouncing ev'ry sin ; 
 Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord, 
 And learn his will divine. 
 
 3 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; 
 
 He pardons like a God ; 
 He will forgive your num'rous faults, 
 Thro' a Redeemer's blood. 
 
 HYMN 71. 8,7,4. Allen. 
 
 Littleton. Hemsley. 
 
 1 O INNERS, will you scorn the message, 
 ^^ Sent in mercy from above 1 
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INVITING. 71. 
 
 livery sentence — Oh, how tender ; 
 Every line is full of love ; 
 
 Listen to it — 
 Every line is full of love. 
 
 Hear the heralds of the Gospel, 
 News from Zion's king proclaim. 
 
 To each rebel sinner — " Pardon, 
 " Free forgiveness in his name.'' 
 
 How important ! 
 Free forgiveness in his name ! 
 
 Tempted souls, they bring you succour ; 
 
 Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; 
 And with news of consolation, 
 
 Chase away the falling tears : 
 Tender heralds — 
 
 Chase away the falling tears. 
 
 False professors, grov'ling worldlings. 
 
 Callous hearers of the word, 
 While the messengers address you, 
 
 Take the warnings they afford ; 
 We entreat you, 
 
 Take the warnings they afford. 
 
 Who hath our report believed ? 
 
 Who received the joyful word I 
 Who embrac'd the news of pardon, 
 
 Offer'd to you by the Lord I 
 Can you slight it — 
 
 Offer'd to you by the Lord ? 
 
 O, ye angels hovering round us, 
 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way, 
 Hasten to the court of heaven, 
 
 Tidings bear without delay ; 
 Rebel sinners 
 
 Glad the message will obey 
 
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72, 73. inviting. 
 
 HYMN 72. L. M. 
 
 Blendon. Winchester. 
 Come and see. John i. 39. 
 
 1 I"ESUS, dear name, how sweet the sound ! 
 v Replete with balm for every wound ! 
 His word declares his grace is free ; 
 Come, needy sinner, come and see. 
 
 2 He left the shining courts on high, 
 Came to our world to bleed and die ; 
 Jesus, the God, hung on the tree ; 
 Come, careless sinner, come and see. 
 
 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, 
 Till death had done its dreadful part : 
 Yet his dear love still burns to thee ; 
 Come, anxious sinner, come and see. 
 
 4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain. 
 And make the filthy leper clean ; 
 
 His blood at once avail'd for me ; 
 Come, guilty sinner, come and see. 
 
 HYMN 73. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Shoel. Leyden. 
 Healing virtue in Christ. Luke vi. 19. 
 
 1 ^L^E mourning sinners, here disclose 
 
 JL Your deep complaints, your various woes 
 Approach — 'tis Jesus, he can heal 
 The pain which mourning sinners feel. 
 
 2 Dear Lord, extend thy healing hand ; 
 Diseases fly at thy command ; 
 
 O, let thy sov'reign touch impart 
 
 Life, strength, and health to every heart. 
 
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INVITING. 74. 
 
 3 Then shall the sick, the blind, the lame, 
 Adore their great Physician's name ; 
 Then dying souls shall bless their God, 
 And spread his wond'rous praise abroad. 
 
 HYMN 74. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Springfield. Clarendon. 
 The leper healed. Matt. viii. 2, 3. 
 
 1 TXTHEN the poor leper's case I read. 
 
 ▼ T My own describ'd I feel ; 
 Sin is a leprosy indeed, 
 
 Which none but CHRIST can heal. 
 
 2 What anguish did my soul endure, 
 
 Till hope and patience ceas'd ] 
 The more I strove myself to cure, 
 The more the plague increas'd. 
 
 3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw 
 
 The Saviour passing by ; 
 To him, though fill'd with shame and awe, 
 I rais'd my mournful cry : 
 
 4 " Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, 
 
 Oh, pity to me show ; 
 Oh, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt ; 
 My filthy heart renew." 
 
 5 He heard, and with a gracious look, 
 
 Pronounc'd the healing w r ord : 
 " I will — be clean," and while he spoke 
 I felt my health restor'd. 
 
 f) Come, sinners, seize the present hour 
 The Saviour's grace to prove ; 
 He can relieve, for he is pow r er — 
 He will* for he is love. 
 
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75, 76. INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 75. C. M. Montgomery. 
 
 Barby. Springfield. 
 The soul. Mark viii. 3G. 
 
 1 ^n^TTHAT is the thing of greatest price,. 
 
 ▼ ▼ The whole creation round \ — 
 That which was lost in Paradise, 
 That which in Christ is found : 
 
 2 The soul of man — Jehovah's breath — 
 
 That keeps two worlds at strife ; 
 Hell moves beneath to work its death. 
 Heaven stoops to give it life. 
 
 3 God, to redeem it, did not spare 
 
 His well beloved Son ; 
 Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear 
 The sins of all in one. 
 
 4 And is this treasure borne below, 
 
 In earthen vessels frail \ 
 Can none its utmost value know, 
 Till flesh and spirit fail / 
 
 5 Then let us gather round the cross, 
 
 That knowledge to obtain ; 
 Not by the soul's eternal loss, 
 But everlasting gain. 
 
 HYMN 76. C. M. Rippon. 
 
 Newmark. Colchester. 
 
 1 " " ORD, shall we part with gold for dross, 
 JLi With solid good for show ! 
 Outlive our bliss, and mourn our loss 
 
 In everlasting wo ! 
 58 
 
INVITING*. 77! 
 
 2 Let us not lose the living God, 
 
 For one short dream of joy : 
 With fond embrace cling to a clod, 
 And fling all heav'n away. 
 
 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, 
 
 We all thy charms defy ; 
 And rate our precious souls too dear 
 For all thy wealth to buy. 
 
 HYMN 77. C. M. E. Jones. 
 
 Reading. Windsor. 
 Resolve. Esther iv. 16. 
 
 1 ^lOME, humble sinner, in whose breast, 
 v^ A thousand thoughts revolve : 
 Come with your guilt and fear opprest, 
 
 And make this last resolve : 
 
 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 
 Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 " Prostrate Til lie before his throne, 
 
 And there my guilt confess, 
 
 I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone 
 
 Without his sov'reign grace. 
 
 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
 
 Perhaps will hear my pray'r ; 
 But, if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 5 " I can but perish if I go ; 
 
 I am resolv'd to try : 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must for ever die." 
 
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78, 79. INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 78. L. M. Lee. 
 
 Bath. Carthage. Armley. 
 Religion. Prov. iv. 7. 
 
 1 fXlEACH us, O Lord, the great concern. 
 
 JL To know thy will, thy name to love ; 
 Our duty from thy word to learn, 
 And gain the wisdom from above, 
 
 2 Religion, richest blessing given, 
 
 Fountain of all our joys below, 
 Bids mortals lift their eyes to heaven, 
 In scenes of darkness and of w r o. 
 
 3 Religion must be all in all, 
 
 Would we th' immortal prize obtain, 
 Retrieve the ruins of the fall, 
 
 And 'scape the death of endless pain. 
 
 4 Send thy good Spirit, Lord, we pray, 
 
 To sanctify and cleanse our heart : 
 May we repent, believe, obey, 
 
 And from thy service ne'er depart. 
 
 HYMN 79. C. M. H. 
 
 Chapel. Walsal. 
 The woman of Sa?naria. John iv. 
 
 1 " IKE her, who in Samaria's bound, 
 JLi Beneath a sultry sky, 
 
 Oft at the Patriarch's well was found, 
 Her weary toil to ply : — 
 
 2 Thus we our measur'd span employ 
 
 In labours, long and vain — 
 We try each boasted fount of joy, 
 
 And drink — and thirst again. 
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INVITING. !0 
 
 3 O thou, who with a pitying heart. 
 
 Didst hear her earnest tale, 
 To us that living stream impart, 
 Whose waters never fail. 
 
 4 So shall our broken cisterns here, 
 
 By fick'e dew-drops fed, 
 No more awake the bitter tear, 
 Or bow the sorrowing head — 
 
 5 A holy fountain in the soul, 
 
 Eternally shall rise, 
 Supply'd by those pure streams that roll 
 Where pleasure never dies. 
 
 HYMN 80. C. M. 
 
 New mark. Barby. 
 
 1 A T Jacob's well a stranger sought* 
 IjL His drooping frame to cheer : 
 Samaria's daughter little thought 
 
 © o 
 
 That Jacob's God was near. 
 
 2 This had she known, her fainting mind 
 
 For richer draughts had sigh'd ; 
 Nor had Messiah, ever kind, 
 Those richer draughts deny'd. 
 
 3 The man, who came on earth to die, 
 
 How 7 few appear to know ! 
 The friend of sinners passing by, 
 Is still esteem'd a foe, 
 
 4 The sinner must the stranger know ! 
 
 Or soon his loss deplore ; 
 Behold ! the living waters flow ; 
 Come — drink, and thirst no more. 
 
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tfl, 82. INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 81. S. M. Dobell. 
 
 Durham. St. Thomas. 
 The accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2, 
 
 1 ~]\[~OW is th' accepted time, 
 -L^ Now is the day of grace ; 
 Now sinners come without delay. 
 
 And seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 Now is the accepted time, 
 
 The Saviour calls to-day ; 
 To-morrow it may be too late — 
 Then why should you delay I 
 
 3 Now is th' accepted time, 
 
 The gospel bids you come; 
 
 And every promise in his word 
 
 Declares there yet is room. 
 
 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 
 
 And feast them with thy love ; 
 Then will the angels clap their wings. 
 And bear the news above. 
 
 HYMN 82. L.M. Dwight. 
 
 Psalm 88th. Carthage. Darwent. 
 
 1 ^BTTHILE life prolongs its precious light 
 
 ▼ ▼ Mercy is found and peace is given ; 
 But soon, ah soon! approaching night 
 Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heav'n. 
 
 2 While God invites, how blest the day ! 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound— 
 " Come, sinners, haste, Oh, haste away, 
 While yet a pard'ning God he's found.'" 
 62 
 
INVITING. 
 
 83. 
 
 5 " Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing. 
 Shall death command you to the grave, 
 Before his bar your spirits bring, 
 And none be found to hear, or save." 
 
 4 " In that lone land of deep despair, 
 No sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise ; 
 No God regard your bitter pray'r, 
 Nor Saviour call you to the skies." 
 
 HYMN 83. L. M. 
 
 Blendon. China. 
 
 1 fTTlO-DAY, if you will hear his voice, 
 
 JL Now is the time to make your choice : 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go I 
 Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 
 
 2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest, 
 Say, will you be for ever blest ? 
 Will you be sav'd from sin and hell I 
 Will you w 7 ith Christ in glory dwell \ 
 
 3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound. 
 Obey the gospel's joyful sound ; 
 Come, go with us, and you shall prove 
 The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 
 
 4 Once more we ask you in his name — 
 For yet his love remains the same — 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go 1 
 Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 
 
 5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, 
 Come, share with us eternal joys ; 
 
 Or mustwe leave you bound to hell — 
 Then, dear young friends, along farewell. 
 
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84, 85. INVITING. 
 
 HYMN 84. S. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury. 
 James iv. 13, 14. 
 
 1 rpO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 
 
 JL Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand ; 
 And, if its sun arise and shine, 
 It shines by thy command. 
 
 2 The present moment flies, 
 
 And bears our Life away; 
 Oh, make thy servants truly wise. 
 That they may live to-day. 
 
 3 Since on this winged hour 
 
 Eternity is hung, 
 Waken by thy almighty power 
 The aged and the young. 
 
 4 One thing demands our care ; 
 
 Oh, be it still pursu'd — 
 Lest, slighted once, the season fail- 
 Should never be renew'd. 
 
 5 To Jesus may we fly, 
 
 Swift as the morning light, 
 Lest life's young golden beams should die 
 In sudden, endless night. 
 
 HYMN 85. L. M. Heginbothom. 
 
 Leyden. Luton. Nantwich. 
 The night cometh. John ix. 4. 
 
 1 A WAKE, awake, my sluggish soul, 
 -hL Awake and view the setting sun : 
 See how the shades of death advance. 
 
 Ere half the task of life is done. 
 
 2 Death ! — 'tis an awful, solemn sound ; 
 
 Oh, let it wake the slumb'ring ear ! 
 64 
 
PENITENTIAL. 
 
 36. 
 
 Apace the dreadful conqueror comes, 
 With all his pale companions near. 
 
 3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be closM, — 
 
 These friendly warnings heard no more ; 
 Soon will the mighty Judge approach, 
 E'en now he stands before the door. 
 
 4 To-day attend his gracious voice ; 
 
 This is the summons that he sends : 
 "Awake, — for on this transient hour 
 Thy long eternity depends." 
 
 PENITENTIAL, 
 
 HYMN 86. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Wantage. Bangor. 
 Repentance. Zech. xii. 10. 
 
 1 A LAS ! and did my Saviour bleed I 
 ~ljL And did my Sov'reign die 1 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 
 For such a worm as 1 1 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I had done — 
 
 He groan'd upon the tree I 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, 
 And melt, my eyes, to tears. 
 
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87, 88. PENITENTIAL, 
 
 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away — 
 ? Tis all that I can do. 
 
 HYMN 87. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Funeral Hymn. Buckingham. 
 
 1 £\ THOl r , whose tender mercy hears 
 ^-^ Contrition's humble sigh ; 
 Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
 
 From sorrow's weeping eye ; — 
 
 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 
 
 A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face I 
 Hast thou not said — " Return !" 
 
 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 
 
 To drive me from thy feet ? 
 Oh, let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat ! 
 
 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With beams of mercy shine! 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
 HYMN 88 C. M. Watts. 
 
 Wantage. Standish. 
 
 1 i^kH, the sharp pangs of smarting pain 
 ^-J My dear Redeemer bore ; 
 
 When knotty whips, and ragged thorns 
 His sacred body tore ! 
 
 2 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, 
 
 His chief tormentors were ; 
 Each of my crimes became a nail, 
 
 And unbelief the spear. 
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PENITENTIAL. 89, 90. 
 
 3 Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down 
 
 Upon his guiltless head ; 
 Break, break, my heart, oh, burst mine eyes, 
 And let my sorrows bleed. 
 
 4 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, 
 
 Till melting waters flow, 
 And deep repentance drown mine eyes. 
 In undissembled wo. 
 
 HYMN 89. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Surry. Carthage. 
 
 1 fTlHE Lord of life, the Saviour dies. 
 
 JL For mortal crimes, a sacrifice : 
 What love, what mercy, how divine ! 
 Jesus, and can I call thee mine I — 
 
 2 Be all my heart, and all my days 
 Devoted to my Saviour's praise ; 
 And let my glad obedience prove, 
 How much 1 owe, how much I love. 
 
 3 Let humble, penitential wo, 
 
 With painful, pleasing anguish flow : 
 And thy forgiving smiles impart 
 Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 
 
 HYMN 90. C. M. B. 
 
 Walsal. Wantage. 
 The Penitent. Luke vii. 36—50. 
 
 IAS once the Saviour took his seat — 
 -J-jL Attracted by his fame, 
 And lowly bending at his feet, 
 An humble suppliant came. 
 
 2 Asham'd to lift her streaming eyes 
 His holy glance to meet. 
 She pour'd her costly sacrifice 
 Upon the Saviour's feet. 
 
91, 92. PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3 Oppress'd with sin and sorrow's weight. 
 
 And sinking in despair, 
 With tears she wash'd his sacred feet, 
 And wip'd them with her hair. 
 
 4 " Depart in peace," the Saviour said, 
 
 " Thy sins are all forgiv'n !" 
 The trembling sinner rais'd her head. 
 In peaceful hope of heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 91. C. M. Stexnett. 
 
 Bangor. Windsor. 
 
 1 TJROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet 
 Jl A guilty rebel lies ; 
 
 And upwards to the mercy-seat 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence ; 
 
 Stay, stay the vengeful storm : 
 Forbid it, that omnipotence 
 Should crush a feeble worm. 
 
 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice 
 
 To pay the debt I owe, 
 Tears should from both my weeping eyes* 
 In ceaseless currents flow. 
 
 4 But no such sacrifice I plead 
 
 To expiate my guilt ; 
 No tears, but those which thou hast shed. 
 No blood, but thou hast spilt. 
 
 HYMN 92. L. M. 
 
 Antworth. Surry. Darwent. 
 Prayer of a Penitent. Vs. 6. 
 H, that the Lord would hear my cry. 
 
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 68 
 
 And stay his anger lest I die ! 
 
PENITENTIAL. 98 
 
 Thy wrath is just — yet, oh, forgive ! 
 And let a mourning sinner live. 
 
 J In all my frame, without, within, 
 I feel the sad effects of sin ; 
 How long, my God. must I complain, 
 And deprecate thy wrath in vain 1 
 
 3 Oh, should I die depriv'd of thee ! 
 What being else can succour me ? 
 
 Thy frowns would rend my soul in death. 
 And sink it to the depths beneath. 
 
 4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so, 
 The greatest enemies I know, 
 Depart — for God hath heard my pray'r. 
 And w r ill not let me long despair. 
 
 5 No ; — I shall yet his goodness bless ; 
 And when this transient life shall pass, 
 Then, full of glory, I shall prove 
 
 He can be just, and sinners love. 
 
 HYMN 93. L. M. Merrick. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Armley. 
 p s .li.9_ 13. 
 
 1 l^kH, turn, great Ruler of the skies, 
 
 \J Turn from my sin thy searching eyes. 
 Nor let th' offences of my hand, 
 Within thy book recorded stand. 
 
 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, 
 
 A conscience pure, a soul renew'd ; 
 Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, 
 An outcast from thy presence roam. 
 
 3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart 
 
 Once more his quick'ning aid impart ; 
 
 My mind from every fear release, 
 
 And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace. 
 
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94, 95. PENITENTIAL. 
 
 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway 
 Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, 
 From me thy heavenly precepts learn, 
 And, humbled, to their God return. 
 
 HYMN 94. G. M. 
 
 Springfield. Clarendon. Coventry. 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY God of truth and love, 
 -^- In me thy power exert — 
 
 The mountain from my soul remove — 
 The hardness from my heart. 
 
 2 Do thou in mercy wake within, 
 
 A jealous, godly fear, 
 A sensibility to sin, 
 A pain to feel it near. 
 
 3 Teach me the first approach to feel 
 
 Of pride, or fond desire ; 
 To catch the wand'rings of my will. 
 And quench the kindling fire. 
 
 4 The filial awe, the contrite heart, 
 
 The tender conscience give ; 
 That I from thee no more may part — 
 No more thy goodness grieve. 
 
 HYMN 95. 7s. Raffles. 
 
 Pleyel's. Epiphany. Pastoral Duet. 
 
 1 O OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all. 
 k5 Prostrate at thy feet I fall : 
 Hear, oh hear mv ardent crv, 
 Frown not, lest I faint and die. 
 
 2 Vilest of the sons of men, 
 Worst of rebels I have been ! 
 Oft abus'd thee to thy face, 
 Trampled on thy richest gface 
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PENITENTIAL. 9G, 97 
 
 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart, 
 Pierce this bleeding, broken heart ; 
 Justly might thy kindled ire 
 Blast me in eternal fire. 
 
 4 But with thee there's mercy found, 
 Balm to heal my every wound ; 
 Sooth, oh sooth the troubled breast. 
 Give the weary wanderer rest. 
 
 HYMN 96. S. M. 
 
 Orange. Bridgeport. 
 
 1 " ORD, help me to repent — 
 J-J With sin for ever part ; 
 And to thy gracious eye present 
 
 An humble, contrite heart — 
 
 2 A heart with grief opprest, 
 
 For having griev'd thy love ; 
 A troubled heart that cannot rest. 
 Till cleansed from above. 
 
 3 Jesus, on me bestow 
 
 The penitent desire ; 
 With true sincerity of wo, 
 My aching breast inspire. 
 
 i With soft'ning pity look, 
 
 And melt my hardness down ; 
 Strike, with thy love's resistless stroke.. 
 And break this heart of stone. 
 
 HYMN 97. L. M. Hillhouse. 
 
 Surry. Darwent. Warwick. 
 
 1 rpREMBLING before thine awful throne, 
 JL O Lord, in dust, my sins I own : 
 Justice and Mercy for my life 
 Contend ! — Oh, smile and heal the strife. 
 
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98, 99. PENITENTIAL. 
 
 1 The Saviour smiles ! upon my soul 
 New tides of hope tumultuous roll — 
 His voice proclaims my pardon found — 
 Seraphic transport wings the sound. 
 
 3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven — 
 The new-born joy of sin forgiven ! 
 Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
 Ye angels ! never dimm'd your sight. — 
 
 HYMN 98. L. M. 
 
 Surry. Kingsbridge. 
 
 1 X^RIEND of the friendless and the faint ! 
 -T Where can I lodge my deep complaint \ 
 Where, but with thee, whose open door 
 Invites the helpless sinner, poor ! 
 
 2 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
 And thou refuse that mourner's plea I 
 Does not the word still fix'd remain, 
 That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 
 
 3 That were a grief I could not bear, 
 Didst thou not hear and answer prayer : 
 O thou, prayer-hearing, answering God. 
 Take from my heart this painful load. 
 
 HYMN 99. L. M. 
 
 Surry. Kingsbridge. Carthage. 
 
 1 XXTITH conscious guilt and bleeding heart. 
 
 ▼ ▼ Near to thy throne of grace I fly; 
 O ! friend of friendless sinners, deign 
 To hear my penitential cry. 
 
 2 My first, my only cry shall be, 
 
 11 Thy sanctifying grace impart, 
 And form my soul alike to thee, 
 And dwell for ever in my heart." 
 
PENITENTIAL. 100, 101 
 
 HYMN 100. L. M. 
 
 Truro. Kent. Bath. 
 Hosea, xiv. 1, 2. 
 
 1 |~| JESUS, full of truth and grace, 
 \J More full of grace than I of sin : 
 I now would flee to thine embrace ; 
 
 Open thine arms and take me in! 
 
 2 The stone to flesh do thou convert ; 
 
 And all my guilt and sin remove ; 
 Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, 
 And melt it by thy dying love. 
 
 3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears. 
 
 And kindle my relentings now ; 
 Fill all my soul with filial fears : 
 To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow. 
 
 4 O, give me, Lord, th£ tender heart, 
 
 That trembles at the approach of sin : 
 A godly fear of sin impart ; 
 
 Implant and root it deep within ! 
 
 HYMN 101. L. P. M. Raffles. 
 
 Harlington. Eaton. 
 
 1 "FEATHER of mercies, God of love ! 
 -T Oh, hear an humble suppliant's cry : 
 Bend from thy lofty seat above, 
 
 Thy throne of glorious majesty : 
 Oh, deign to listen to my voice, 
 And bid this drooping heart rejoice. 
 
 2 I urge no merits of my own, 
 
 For I, alas, am all that's vile ; 
 No — when I bow before thy throne, 
 
 Dare to converse with God awhile, 
 Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, 
 That dearest, sweetest name to me ! 
 
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102. CHRIST. 
 
 3 Within this heart of mine, I feel 
 
 The weight of sin's oppressive load : 
 Oh, help ! or else I sink to hell, 
 
 Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God ! 
 Entomb'd within that dread abyss, 
 And exil'd from the realms of bliss ! 
 
 4 But ah ! the thought alone is hell — 
 
 That prospect drives me to despair ; 
 For who can 'mid those horrors dwell I 
 
 Or who those dreadful torments bear I 
 Where not a ray of hope appears, 
 Or beam of joy the bosom cheers ! 
 
 5 Yet, mighty God ! thy powerful arm 
 
 Can snatch me from that dread abode ; 
 Can shield me from th' impending harm, 
 
 And ease me of my heavy load : 
 One pard'ning word can make me whole. 
 And sooth the anguish of my soul ! 
 
 6 Father of Mercies, God of Love, 
 
 Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry, 
 Bend from thy lofty seat above, 
 
 Thy throne of glorious majesty : 
 Oh ! listen to a sufferer's voice, 
 Then shall this bleeding heart rejoice ! 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 HYMN 102. C. M. Medley. 
 
 Braintree. Colchester. 
 His nativity. 
 
 I [VFORTALS, awake, with angels join. 
 1TA And chant the solemn lay : 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
 To hail th' auspicious dav. 
 
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CH111ST. 105. 
 
 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began. 
 
 And sweet seraphic fire 
 Through all the shining legions ran. 
 And strung and tun'd the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew. 
 
 And loud the echo roll'd ; 
 The theme, the song, the joy was new. 
 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down through the portals of the sky 
 
 Th' impetuous torrent ran ; 
 And angels flew with eager joy, 
 To bear the new r s to man. 
 
 5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 
 
 And glory leads the song ; 
 Good will and peace are heard thro'out 
 Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 
 
 HYMN 103. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Abridge. Barby. 
 AngeVs Song. Luke ii. 8 — 14. 
 
 SHEPHERDS, rejoice ; lift up your eyes. 
 And send your fears aw 7 ay ; 
 News from the region of the skies — 
 Salvation's born to-day. 
 
 2 "Jesas, the God, whom angel's fear. 
 
 Comes down to dwell with you ; 
 To-day he makes his entrance here, 
 But not as monarch's do. 
 
 3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands. 
 
 Nor royal shining things ; 
 A manger for his cradle stands, 
 And holds the King of kings ! 
 
 4 "Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies. 
 
 And see his humble throne : 
 
104, 105. CHRIST. 
 
 With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
 Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 
 
 5 Thus Gabriel sang — and straight around 
 
 The heav'nly armies throng : 
 They tune their harps to lofty sound.. 
 And thus conclude the song: 
 
 6 "Glory to God, who reigns above, 
 
 Let peace surround the earth ; 
 Mortals shall know their Maker's love. 
 At their Redeemer's birth." 
 
 HYMN 104. 7s. 
 
 Redemption. Hampton. 
 
 1 XT ARK ! — the herald angels sing, 
 XX " Glory to the new-born King ! 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconcil'd." 
 
 2 Mild, he lays his glory by ; 
 Born, that man no more may die ; 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 
 Join the triumph of the skies. 
 
 3 "Glory to the new-born King" — 
 Let us all the anthem sing — 
 
 " Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 
 God and sinners reconcil'd." [Repeat.] 
 
 HYMN 105. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Arundel. St. Asaph's. 
 The Redeemer's message. 
 
 1 XT ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour come*. 
 XX The Saviour, promis'd long ! 
 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd. 
 
 Exerts his sacred fire ; 
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CHRIST. 106, 107- 
 
 Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love. 
 His holy breast inspire. 
 
 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray ; 
 And, on the eyes, oppress'd with night. 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace. 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 HYMN 106. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Islington. Portugal. 
 Our Example. 
 
 1 A ND is the gospel peace and love ! 
 -jljL Such let our conversation be ; 
 The serpent blended with the dove — 
 
 Wisdom and meek simplicity. 
 
 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, 
 
 And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife : 
 To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 
 
 Bright pattern of the Christian life. 
 
 3 Dispensing good w r here'er he came, 
 
 The labors of his life were love ; 
 Then, if we bear the Saviour's name. 
 By his example let us move. 
 
 4 Oh, how benevolent and kind ! 
 
 How mild — how ready to forgive ! 
 Be this the temper of our mind, 
 
 And these the rules by which we live. 
 
 HYMN 107. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Blendon. China. Luton. 
 
 1 1VTY dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
 -L* A I read my duty in thy word ; 
 
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108. CHRIST. 
 
 But in thy life the law appears, 
 Drawn out in living characters. 
 
 2 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, 
 Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer : 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 
 
 3 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such def'rence to thy father's will, 
 Thy love and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe, and make them mine. 
 
 HYMN 108. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 Moreton. Luton. Malmsbury. 
 Transfiguration. Luke ix. 28 — 31. 
 
 1 ^"\N Tabor's top the Saviour stands, 
 ^J His alter'd face resplendent shines : 
 And, while he elevates his hands, 
 
 Lo ! glory marks its gentle lines! 
 
 2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait 
 
 Upon their suffering Prince below; 
 But while they w r orship at his feet, 
 They talk of fast approaching wo. 
 
 3 Amid the lustre of the scene, 
 
 To Calvary he turns his eyes ; 
 And, with submission, all serene, 
 He marks the future tempest rise. 
 
 4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer. 
 
 When all his beaming glories shine: 
 And, gazing on his brightness there, 
 Our woes forget in joys divine. 
 
 5 Oh, that on yonder heavenly hills, 
 
 Where now the risen Saviour stands. 
 And peace, like softest dew, distils — 
 
 I too may elevate my hands, 
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CHRIST. 109, 110. 
 
 HYMN 109. L. M. Tappan. 
 
 Munich. Armley. 
 Gethsemanc. 
 
 1 'riilS midnight — and on Olive's brow, 
 
 JL The star is dimm'd that lately shone : 
 "Tis midnight — in the garden now, 
 The sufFring Saviour prays alone. 
 
 2 'Tis midnight — and from all remov'd, 
 
 Immanuel wrestles alone, with fears ; 
 E'en the disciple that he lov'd 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 3 'Tis midnight — and for others' guilt 
 
 The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; 
 Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, 
 Is not forsaken by his God. 
 
 4 'Tis midnight — and from ether plains, 
 
 Is borne the song that angels know : 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 That sweetly sooth the Saviour's wo. 
 
 HYMN 110. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Armley. Bath. 
 Sufferings and Death. 
 
 1 ^TRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; 
 £3 Hark ! his expiring groans arise : 
 
 See from his hands, his feet, his side, 
 Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 
 
 2 But life attends the deathful sound, 
 And flows from every bleeding wound : 
 The vital stream how free it flows, 
 
 To save and cleanse his rebel foes! 
 
 3 Can I survey this scene of wo, 
 Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; 
 And yet my heart unmov'd remain, 
 Insensible to love, or pain ! 
 
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Ill, 112. CHRIST. 
 
 4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, 
 To warm this cold, this stupid heart ! 
 'Till all its pow'rs and passions move 
 In melting grief, and ardent love. 
 
 HYMN 111. L. P. M. 
 
 Carolans. Harlington. Clapton. 
 
 1 ^k LOVE divine, what hast thou done ! 
 VJ The Lord of life hath dy'd for me ! 
 The Father's co-eternal Son 
 
 Bore all my sins upon the tree ; 
 Th' incarnate God for me hath dy'd ; 
 The Lord, my love, was crucified. 
 
 2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by, 
 
 The bleeding Prince of life and peace : 
 Come, sinners, see your Saviour die, 
 
 And say, was ever grief like his ? 
 Come, feel with me his blood appli'd, 
 The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd : 
 
 3 Is crucifi'd for you and me, 
 
 To bring us, rebels, back to God ; 
 Salvation now for us is free ; 
 
 His church is purchas'd with his blood ; 
 Pardon and life flow from his side ; 
 The Lord, my love, is crucifi'd. 
 
 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 
 
 And gladly catch the healing stream ; 
 All things for him account but dross, 
 
 And give up all our hearts to him ; 
 Of nothing speak, or think beside, 
 The Lord, my love, was crucifi'd. 
 
 HYMN 112. C. M. Stennett. 
 
 Buckingham. Elgin. Plymouth. 
 
 1 "^trONDER — amazing sight — I sco 
 JL Th' incarnate Son of God. 
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CHRTST. Ill 
 
 Expiring on th' accursed tree, 
 
 And welt'ring in his blood. 
 Behold the purple torrent run 
 
 Down from his hands and head : 
 The crimson tide puts out the sun ; 
 
 His groans awake the dead. 
 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky. 
 
 Proclaim the truth aloud ; 
 And with the amaz'd centurion cry, 
 
 " This is the Son of God." 
 So great, so vast a sacrifice 
 
 May well my hope revive ; 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies. 
 
 The sinner sure may live. 
 
 HYMN 113. 8,7,4. F. 
 
 Littleton. Helmsley. 
 It is finished. John xix. 30. 
 
 HARK ! the voice of love and mercy ! 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
 See, it rends the rocks asunder — 
 Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! 
 
 "It is finish'd!"— 
 Hear the Saviour — dying — cry. 
 
 It is finish'd ! — Oh, what pleasure 
 Do these precious words afford ! 
 Heav'nly blessings without measure, 
 Flow to us from Christ, the Lord : 
 
 It is finish'd !— 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 Finish'd — all the types and shadows 
 
 Of the ceremonial law ; 
 Finish'd — all that God had promis'd ; 
 Death and hell no more shall awe : 
 
 It is finish'd !— 
 Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 
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114, 115. CHRIST. 
 
 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, — 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme; 
 All on earth, and all in heaven, 
 Join to praise Immanuers name : 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 HYMN 114. L. M. Stennett. 
 
 Munich. German. 
 
 1 'HPIS finish'd ! so the Saviour cried, 
 
 J- And meekly bow'd his head and died : 
 'Tis finish'd — yes, the race is run, 
 The battle fought, the victory won. 
 
 2 'Tis finish'd — all that Heaven decreed, 
 And all the ancient prophets said 
 
 Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, 
 In me, the Saviour of mankind. 
 
 3 'Tis finish'd — this my dying groan 
 Shall sins of every kind atone : 
 Millions shall be redeem'd from death. 
 By this my last expiring breath. 
 
 4 'Tis finish'd — Heaven is reconcil'd, 
 And all the powers of darkness spoil'd : 
 Peace, love, and happiness again 
 Return, and dwell with sinful men. 
 
 HYMN 115. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Norfolk. Dresden. 
 Dying, rising, and reigning. 
 
 E dies ! — the Friend of sinners dies ! 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 
 
 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 
 For him who groan'd beneath your load : 
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 H 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 1LG. 
 
 He shed a thousand drops for you — 
 A thousand drops of richer blood. 
 
 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree — 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 
 But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
 Jesus, the dead —revives again ! 
 
 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 
 Up to his Father's court he flies ! 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And shout him welcome to the skies ! 
 
 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ; 
 Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
 And led the tyrant, death — in chains. 
 
 6 Say, " Live for ever, glorious King, 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
 Then ask — " O death, where is thy sting! 
 And where thy vict'ry boasting grave !" 
 
 HYMN 116. 7s. Collyer. 
 
 Hotham. Epiphany. 
 
 1 nriO the cross where Jesus dies, 
 
 J- Where my Lord resigns his breath : 
 Where affliction veils his eyes, 
 
 Swimming in the tears of death : 
 Thither bringing all my guilt, 
 
 From avenging wrath I flee, 
 To the blood of sprinkling spilt — 
 
 Spilt to set the sinner free. 
 
 2 'Mid convulsive agonies, 
 
 Peace his quivering lips impart : 
 Pardon seal'd by broken sighs 
 
 Issuing from a bursting heart ; 
 Let me feel this healing power, 
 
 Let this harden'd heart of stone, 
 
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117, 118. CHRIST. 
 
 Melt beneath the purple shower. 
 
 From his body trickling down. 
 3 On those temples, crown'd with thorns. 
 
 SufFring majesty appears ; 
 Love that dying face adorns, 
 
 Stain'd with blood and soil'd with tears : 
 Pierce the shadows of the heart, 
 
 With the lightening of that eye : 
 Smiles of peace to me impart, 
 
 Let me feel, or I must die ! 
 
 HYMN 117. 7s. Gibbons. 
 
 Redeeming Love. Hampton. 
 Resurrection. 
 
 1 A NGELS ! roll the rock away ! 
 jljL Death ! yield up the mighty prey : 
 See ! he rises from the tomb, 
 Glowing with immortal bloom. 
 
 2 'Tis the Saviour ! angels, raise 
 Fame's eternal trump of praise ! 
 Let the earth's remotest bound 
 Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 
 
 | 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ! 
 
 Now to glory see him rise, 
 
 In long triumph, up the sky — 
 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 [ 4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs ! 
 
 Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ! 
 
 Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song, 
 
 Let the strains be sweet and strong ! 
 
 HYMN 118. 7s. Madax. 
 
 Middleton. Epiphany. Hotham. 
 Ascension. 
 
 AIL, the day that saw him rise, 
 Ravish' d from our wishful eves ; 
 84 
 
 H 
 
CHRIST. Lt9 
 
 Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n, 
 Reascends his native heaven ; 
 There the pompous triumph waits ; 
 " Lift your heads eternal gates ! 
 Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
 Take the King of glory in !" 
 
 2 Him tho' highest heaven receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
 Tho' returning to his throne, 
 Still he calls mankind his own : 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
 Next himself prepares a place. 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 
 3 Master, (may we ever say,) 
 Taken from the world away, 
 See thy faithful servants, see, 
 Ever gazing up to thee : 
 
 Grant, though parted from our sight 
 High above yon azure height, — 
 Grant our souls may thither rise — 
 FollHving thee beyond the skies. 
 
 4 Ever upward let us move, 
 Wafted on the wings of love ; 
 Looking when our Lord shall come — 
 Looking for a happier home : 
 There we shall with thee remain. 
 Partners of thy endless reign ; 
 There thy face unclouded see — 
 Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee. 
 
 HYMN 119. C. M. Collyer. 
 
 Colchester. Clarendon, 
 Luke xxiv. 50, 51. 
 
 1 l~T is the voice of love divine, 
 A That strikes the list'ning ear. 
 
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120. CHRIST. 
 
 That sooths his mourning follower's grief. 
 And wipes the falling tear : 
 
 2 ' Because I leave this world' — he cries, 
 1 Your weeping eyes o'erflow ; 
 But tho' I seek my native skies, 
 My heart remains below.' 
 
 ' My spirit shall descend, and rest 
 
 Upon each faithful head, 
 Till I, your Lord, return to call 
 My servants from the dead.' 
 
 4 He said — and lifting up his hands, 
 
 Pronounc'd his parting prayer ; 
 When lo, a bright descending cloud 
 Convey'd him thro' the air. 
 
 5 With solemn awe his followers view'd 
 
 The splendor of the scene, 
 While the unfolding gates of light 
 Receiv'd the Saviour in. 
 
 6 Burning with holy zeal, they spread, 
 
 Thro' distant lands, his word ; 
 And we, like them, with faith and joy 
 Expect our risen Lord. 
 
 HYMN 120. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Antigua. Portugal. 
 Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii. 15. 
 
 1 rilHE mighty frame of glorious grace. 
 
 J- That brightest monument of praise. 
 That e'er the God of love design'd, 
 Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 
 
 2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song, 
 A burden for an angel's tongue : 
 
 When Gabriel sounds these awful things. 
 He tunes and summons all his strings. 
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CHRIST. 121. 
 
 3 Proclaim inimitable love ; 
 Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, 
 Puts off the beams of bright array, 
 And veils the God in mortal clay. 
 
 4 He that distributes crowns and thrones. 
 Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans ; 
 The prince of life resigns his breath, 
 The King of glory bows to death ! 
 
 5 But see the wonders of his power. 
 He triumphs in his dying hour; 
 And, while by Satan's rage he fell, 
 He dash'd the rising hopes of hell. 
 
 6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd ; 
 And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood ; 
 Then he arose, and reigns above, 
 And conquers sinners by his love. 
 
 HYMN 121. H. M. Stennett. 
 
 Jubilee. Eagle-Street. 
 
 1 #^OME, every pious heart 
 
 Vy That loves the Saviour's name. 
 
 Your noblest powers exert 
 
 To celebrate his fame : 
 Tell all above, and all below, 
 The debt of love to him you owe. 
 
 2 He left his starry crown, 
 And laid his robes aside ; 
 
 On wings of love came down, 
 
 And wept, and bled, and died : 
 What he endur'd, oh, who can tell ! 
 To save our souls from death and hell. 
 
 3 From the dark grave he rose, 
 The mansion of the dead; 
 And thence his mighty foe.s 
 In glorious triumph led : 
 
122. CHRIST. 
 
 Up thro' the sky the conqueror rode, 
 And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 
 
 4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 
 The debt we owe thy love ; 
 Yet tell us how we may 
 Our gratitude approve : 
 Our hearts—our all to thee we give : 
 The gift, tho' small, do thou receive. 
 
 HYMN 122. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Kent. Bath. 
 Intercession. Heb. vii. 25. 
 
 1 TLTE lives, the great Redeemer lives, 
 XX (What joy the blest assurance gives I) 
 And nowj before his Father God, 
 
 Pleads the full merit of his blood. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
 And justice arm'd with frowns appears ; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face 
 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts ; 
 Above our fears, above our faults 
 
 His powerful intercessions rise, 
 And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 
 
 4 In every dark distressful hour, 
 When sin and Satan join their power, 
 Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
 That JESUS bears us on his heart. 
 
 5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend — 
 On him our humble hopes depend : 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
 For JESUS pleads and must prevail. 
 
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christ. 123, 124. 
 
 HYMN 123. C. M. Di.ncan. 
 
 Harborough. Exeter. 
 Coronation. Cant. iii. 11. 
 
 1 A LL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 J\- Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 3 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line. 
 
 Whom David, Lord did call ; 
 
 The God incarnate ! Man divine | 
 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 
 Ye ransonrd from the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace* 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall, 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet. 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 6 Let every kindred, every tribe. 
 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 HYMN 124. H. M. Rippox 
 
 Triumph. Portsmouth. Providence. 
 His Kingdom. Phil. iv. 4. 
 
 EJOICE. the Lord is king, 
 four God and King adore ; 
 Mortals, give thanks, and sing, 
 And triumph evermore : 
 
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 RE. 
 
125. CHARACTERS 
 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice. 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 When he had purg'd our stains, 
 He took his seat above : 
 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice. 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; 
 
 The keys of death and hell 
 
 Are to our Jesus giv'n : 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice. 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 4 He all his foes shall quell, 
 Shall all our sins destroy; 
 And every bosom swell 
 With pure seraphic joy : 
 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, 
 Jesus, the Judge, sha-1 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. 
 
 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 
 
 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. 
 
 HYMN 125. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Surry. Armley. Warwick. 
 Advocate. 1 John ii. 1. 
 
 1 XXT HERE is m Y God ^— does he retire 
 ▼ ▼ Beyond the reach of humble sighs ? 
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OF CHRIST. 126. 
 
 Are these weak breathings of desire 
 Too languid to ascend the skies ? 
 
 2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 
 
 See where the great Redeemer stands. 
 The glorious Advocate on high, 
 
 With precious incense in his hands ! 
 
 3 He sweetens every humble groan, 
 
 He recommends each broken prayer ; 
 The softest call before his throne, 
 May rise, and find acceptance there. 
 
 4 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord. 
 
 With stronger faith to call thee mine ; 
 Bid me pronounce the blissful word, 
 My Father. God, with joy divine. 
 
 HYMN 126. 8, 7. Newton. m 
 
 Northampton Chapel. Sicilian H. 
 Friend. Pro v. xviii. 24. 
 
 1 ^"^NE there is, above all others, 
 
 Jdr Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
 His is love, beyond a brother's, 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 
 2 Which of all our friends to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood ? 
 But this Saviour dy'd to have us 
 Reconcil'd in him to God. 
 
 3 When he liv'd on earth abased, 
 
 Friend of sinners was his name ; 
 Now, above all glory raised. 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 
 4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; 
 We, alas ! forget too often, 
 What a Friend we have above. 
 
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127, 128. CHARACTERS 
 
 HYMN 127. C. M. & 
 
 Clifford. Springfield. 
 Cant. v. 10. 
 
 1 "M/TAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned 
 J-T A Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
 
 His head with radiant glories crown'd- 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
 2 No mortal can with him compare 
 
 Among the sons of men ; 
 Fairer is He than all the fair 
 Who fill the heavenly train. 
 
 3 He saw me plung'd in deep distress. 
 
 And flew to my relief; 
 For me He bore the shameful cross- 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 4 Since from his bounty 1 receive 
 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord, they should all be thine. 
 
 HYMN 128. C. M. Cowpjsb. 
 
 Tunbridge. St. Asaph's. 
 Fountain. Zech. xiii. 1. 
 
 1 nnHERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 
 JL Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood. 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, as vile as he. 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 
 Be sav'd to sin no more. 
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OF CHRIST. 129. 
 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 
 And shall be — till I die. 
 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy pow'r to save ; 
 When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 HYMN 129. L. M. Brewer. 
 
 Carthage. Armley. 
 Hiding place. Isa. xxxii. 2. 
 
 HAIL, sov'reign love, that first began 
 The scheme to rescue fallen man ! 
 Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, 
 That gave my soul a hiding place. 
 
 Against the God that rules the sky, 
 I fought with hands uplifted high; 
 Despis'd the offers of his grace, 
 Too proud to seek a hiding place. 
 
 Enwrap'd in dark Egyptian night, 
 And fond of darkness more than light, 
 Madly I ran the sinful race, 
 Secure without a hiding place. 
 
 But thus the eternal counsel ran : 
 " Almighty love ! arrest the man ;" — 
 I felt the arrows of distress, 
 And found I had no hiding place. 
 
 Vindictive justice stood in view ; 
 To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ; 
 But justice cry'd with frowning face : 
 " This mountain is no hiding place." 
 
 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard — 
 And mercy's angel soon appear'd ; 
 
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H 
 
 130, 131. CHARACTERS 
 
 Who led me on a pleasing pace, 
 To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 
 
 7 On him Almighty vengeance fell, 
 
 Which must have sunk a world to hell ; 
 He bore it for his chosen race, 
 And now he is my hiding place. 
 
 HYMN 130. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Clarendon. Wareham. 
 E who on earth as man was known. 
 And bore our sins and pains, 
 Now seated on th' eternal throne — 
 The God of glory reigns ! 
 
 2 His righteousness to faith reveaPd. 
 Wrought out for guilty worms, 
 
 Affords a hiding place, and shield, 
 From enemies and storms. 
 
 3 When troubles, like a burning sun, 
 Beat heavy on their head, 
 
 To this high rock his people run, 
 And find a pleasing shade. 
 
 4 How glorious He ! — how happy they ! 
 In such a glorious Friend ! 
 
 Whose love secures them all the way, 
 And crowns them at the end. 
 
 HYMN 131. S. M. Watts. 
 
 St. Thomas. Shirland. 
 Lamb of God. John i. 29. 
 
 1 1\TOT all the blood of beasts, 
 -L^i On Jewish altars slain, 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb- 
 Takes all our sins awav ; 
 
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OF CHRIST. 
 
 132. 
 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 3 My faith would lay her hand 
 
 On that dear head of thine — 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 4 My soul looks back to see 
 
 The burdens thou didst bear, 
 When hanging on the cursed tree. 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 5 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove ; 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 And sing his bleeding love, 
 
 HYMN 132. 8, 7. Utica Col. 
 
 Carlisle. Love Divine. 
 Light. Isa. ix. 2. 
 
 1 ' ' 1GHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
 JLJ Borders on the shades of death, 
 Come, and by thy love's revealing, 
 
 Dissipate the clouds beneath : 
 The new heav'n and earth's Creator 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise, 
 ►Scatt'ring all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 
 
 -2 Still we wait for thine appearing : 
 Life and joy thy beams impart, 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 
 Every poor, benighted heart : 
 Come, and manifest the favor 
 
 Thou hast for the ransom'd race ; 
 
 Come, thou glorious God aud Saviour ! 
 
 Come, and bring the gospel grace. 
 
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133. CHARACTERS 
 
 3 Save us, in thy great compassion, 
 
 O thou mild, pacific Prince ! 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 
 Give the pardon of our sins ; 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burden'd soul release ; 
 Every weary, wand'ring spirit, 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
 HYMN 133. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Parma. Springfield. Rochester. 
 Pearl of great price. Matthew xiii. 46. 
 
 1 "\7~E glittering toys of earth, adieu : 
 
 A A nobler choice be mine ; 
 A real prize attracts my view, 
 A treasure all divine. 
 
 2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, 
 
 Ye specious baits of sense ; 
 Inestimable worth appears, 
 The pearl of price immense ! 
 
 3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 
 
 O name divinely sweet ! 
 Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, 
 Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 
 
 4 Should both the Indies at my call, 
 
 Their boasted stores resign ; 
 With joy I would renounce them all, 
 For leave to call thee mine. 
 
 5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart. 
 
 Of this dear gift possess'd, 
 I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
 And think myself most bless'd. 
 
 6 Dear sov'reign of my soul's desires. 
 
 Thy love is bliss divine ; 
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OF CHRIST. 134, 135. 
 
 Accept the wish that love inspires, 
 And bid me call thee mine. 
 
 HYMN 134. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Portugal. German. 
 Physician of souls, Jer. viii. 22. 
 
 1 ' P^EEP are the wounds which sin has made ; 
 JLr Where shall the sinner find a cure ? 
 
 In vain, alas, is nature's aid — 
 
 The work exceeds all nature's pow'r. 
 
 2 And can no sov'reign balm be found ? 
 
 And is no kind physician nigh, 
 To ease the pain and heal the wound, 
 Ere life and hope for ever fly I 
 
 3 There is a great physician near, 
 
 Look up, O fainting soul, and live ; 
 See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear 
 Such ease as nature cannot give ! 
 
 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, 
 
 Life, health, and bliss abundant flow ! 
 *Tis only this dear sacred flood 
 
 Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo. 
 
 HYMN 135. 7, 6. Newton. 
 
 Brighthelmstone. Margate. 
 
 1 TTOW lost was my condition, 
 XX Till JESUS made me whole ! 
 There is but one physician, 
 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul !— 
 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light compar'd with sin ; 
 On ev'ry part it seizes, 
 
 But rages most within, 
 
 2 From men great skill professing, 
 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 
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136. CHARACTERS 
 
 But this prov'd more distressing. 
 
 And added to my pain — 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost, 
 Thus every refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were crossed. 
 
 3 At length this great Physician — 
 
 How matchless is his grace ! 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my case — 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave ; 
 To tell to all around me, 
 
 His wond'rous power to save. 
 
 4 A dying, risen JESUS, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith, 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death — 
 Come then to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give, 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only — look — and live. 
 
 HYMN 136. 8, 7. 
 
 Gethsemane. Northampton Chapel. Love Divine. 
 Priest. 
 
 1 d^i RE AT High Priest, we view thee stooping, 
 ^JT With our names upon thy breast ; 
 
 In the garden, groaning, drooping, 
 To the ground with sorrow prest. 
 
 2 Weeping angels stood confounded 
 
 To behold their Maker thus ! 
 And can we remain unwounded, 
 When we know 'twas all for us 1 
 
 3 On the cross thy body broken. 
 
 Cancels ev'ry penal tie — 
 98 
 
OF CHRIST. 137, 138. 
 
 Tempted souls, produce this token. 
 All demands to satisfy. 
 
 4 All is finish'd, do not doubt it, 
 
 But believe your dying Lord ; 
 Never reason more about it, 
 Only lake him at his word. 
 
 5 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely. 
 
 Since for us thy blood was spilt : 
 Gracious Saviour, take us wholly — 
 Take and make us what thou wilt. 
 
 HYMN 137. C. M. Steele. 
 
 St. Ann's. Barby. 
 Saviour. John iv. 42. 
 
 1 FT1HE Saviour ! Oh, what endless charms 
 
 JL Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
 Its influence every fear disarms, 
 And spreads sweet peace around. 
 
 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine. 
 
 In rich effusion flow, 
 For guilty rebels lost in sin, 
 And doorn'd to endless wo. 
 
 3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine, 
 
 Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; 
 I cannot wish for more. 
 1 On thee alone my hope relies, 
 Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
 My Lord, my life, my sacrifice. 
 My Saviour, and my all. 
 
 HYMN 138. L. M. H. K. White. 
 
 Kent. Blendon. 
 Star of Bethlehem. Matt. ii. 1, 2. 
 I ^^NCE on the raging seas I rode, 
 V-J The storm was loud, the night was dark ; 
 
 99 
 
139. CHARACTERS 
 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
 The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 
 
 2 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
 Death-struck,. I ceas'd the tide to stem : 
 When suddenly a Star arose, 
 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 3 It was my guide, my light, my all, 
 It bade my dark foreboding cease ; 
 And thro' the storm and danger's thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 4 Now safely moor'd — my perils o'er, 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem ; 
 For ever and for evermore, 
 
 The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 HYMN 139 L. M. Cennick. 
 
 Portugal. Blendon. 
 Way to Canaan. John xiv. 6. 
 
 1 1~ESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone. 
 9M He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrow way till him I view. 
 
 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, my burden long has been, 
 Because I could not cease from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, 
 I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, 
 'Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 Come hither, soul, " I am the way.'' 
 100 
 
OF CHRIST. 140. 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but sin I thee can 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. r 
 
 HYMN 140. 8s. Newton. 
 
 Uxbridge. New Jerusalem. 
 Matt. xxii. 42. John xx. 28. 
 
 1 "T7TTHAT think ye of Christ P is the test, 
 
 T ▼ To try both your state and your scheme : 
 You cannot be right in the rest, 
 
 Unless you think rightly of him ; 
 As Jesus appears in your view, 
 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is disposed to you, 
 
 And mercy or wrath is your lot. 
 
 2 Some call him a Saviour in word, 
 
 But mix their own works with the plan ; 
 And hope he his help will afford, 
 
 When they have done all that they can : 
 If doings prove rather too light — 
 
 A little they own they may fail — 
 They purpose to make up full weight. 
 
 By casting his name in the scale. 
 
 3 Some take him a creature to be — 
 
 A man, or an angel at most ; 
 Sure these have no feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themselves wretched and lost ; 
 So guilty — so helpless am I, 
 
 I could not confide in his word, 
 Unless I could make the reply, 
 
 That Christ is "My Lord and my God." 
 
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141, 142. DOCTRINES. 
 
 DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. 
 
 HYMN 141. L. M. Stennett. 
 
 Portugal. Shoel. 
 Adoption. John i. 12. 1 John iii. 1. 
 
 1 TVTOT all the nobles of the earth, 
 
 -1-^1 Who boast the honors of their birth. 
 
 Such real dignity can claim, 
 
 As those who bear the Christian name. 
 
 2 To them the privilege is giv'n 
 
 To be the sons and heirs of heav'n ; 
 Sons of the God who reigns on high, 
 And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 
 
 3 His will he makes them early know, 
 And teaches their young feet to go ; 
 Whispers instruction to their minds, 
 And on their hearts his precepts binds. 
 
 4 When, through temptation, they rebel, 
 His chast'ning rod he makes them feel : 
 Then, with a Father's tender heart, 
 
 He sooths the pain, and heals the smart. 
 
 5 Their daily wants his hands supply, 
 Their steps he guards with watchful eye, 
 Leads them from earth to heav'n above, 
 And crowns them with eternal love. 
 
 HYMN 142. L. M. Stennett. 
 
 Surry. Armley. 
 Atonement. John xiv. 6. 
 
 1 TTOW shall the sons of men appear, 
 -H Great God, before thine awful bar ? 
 How may the guilty hope to find 
 Acceptance w 7 ith th' eternal mind ? 
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DOCTRINES. 1483 
 
 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries. 
 Not the most costly sacrifice, 
 
 Nor infant blood, profusely spilt, 
 Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 
 
 3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone, 
 Hath sov'reign virtue to atone ; 
 Here we will rest our only plea, 
 When we approach, great God, to thee. 
 
 HYMN 143. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Elgin. Martyrs. 
 Communion with God. Gen. v. 24. 
 
 1 ^kH ! for a closer walk with God, 
 V-J A calm and heav'nly frame ; 
 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 When first I saw the Lord! 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word I 
 
 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 know T n, 
 
 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. 
 
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144, 145. DOCTRINES. 
 
 HYMN 144. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Bedford. Abridge. 
 Job xxiii. 3. 
 
 1 ^"\H, that I knew the secret place, 
 ^J Where I might find my God ? 
 I'd spread my wants before his face, 
 
 And pour my woes abroad. 
 
 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, 
 
 What sorrows I sustain ; 
 How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
 And leaves my heart in pain. 
 
 3 He knows what arguments I'd take 
 
 To wrestle with my Go,d ; 
 I'd plead for his own mercy's sake. 
 And for my Saviour's blood. 
 
 4 My God will pity my complaints, 
 
 And heal my broken bones ; 
 He takes the meaning of his saints, 
 The language of their groans. 
 
 5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 
 
 And banish every fear; 
 He calls thee to his throne of grace.. 
 To spread thy sorrows there. 
 
 HYMN 145. C. M. 
 
 Walsal. Chapel. 
 
 1 /"^H, could I find from day to day, 
 ^LF A nearness to my God : 
 
 Then should my hours glide sweet away. 
 And lean upon his word. 
 
 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 
 
 Anew from day to day ; 
 In joys the world can never give. 
 
 Nor ever take away. 
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DOCTRINES. 146. 
 
 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, 
 
 And make me wholly thine, 
 
 That I may never more depart, 
 
 Nor grieve thy love divine. 
 
 4 Thus till my last expiring breath, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
 And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
 My soul shall love thee more. 
 
 HYMN 146. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Canterbury. St. Ann's. Bedford. 
 Decrees of God. 
 
 1 "WT^EEP silence — all created things, 
 -*V_ And wait your Maker's nod : 
 
 My soul stands trembling, while she sings 
 The honors of her God. 
 
 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown 
 
 Hang on his firm decree ; 
 He sits on no precarious throne, 
 Nor borrows leave — to be. 
 
 3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, 
 
 With all the fates of men : 
 With ev'ry angel's form and size, 
 Drawn by th' eternal pen. 
 
 4 His providence unfolds the book, 
 
 And makes his counsels shine ; 
 Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke, 
 Fulfils some deep design. 
 
 5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 
 
 To sceptres and a crown ; 
 And there, the following page he turns^. 
 And treads the monarch down. 
 
 6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,, 
 
 Nor God the reason gives ; 
 
 Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry 
 
 Between the folded leaves* 
 
 10 105 
 
J 47, 148. DOCTRINES. 
 
 7 In thy fair book of life and grace. 
 Oh, may I find my name, 
 Recorded in some humble place, 
 Beneath my Lord — the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 147. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Warwick. Armley. 
 
 L "\\7~AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will ; 
 
 ▼ ▼ Tumultuous passions, all be still ! 
 Nor let a murm'ring thought arise, 
 His ways are just, his counsels wise. 
 
 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
 Performs his work, the cause conceals : 
 But tho' his methods are unknown, 
 Judgment and truth support his throne. 
 
 3 In heav'n, and earth, and air, and seas. 
 He executes his firm decrees ; 
 
 And by his saints it stands confest, 
 That what he does is ever best. 
 
 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait, 
 Prostrate before his awful seat : 
 And 'midst the terrors of his rod, 
 Trust in a wise and gracious God. 
 
 HYMN 148. L. M. J. Steward. 
 
 Bath. Leyden. Truro. 
 Depravity. 
 
 1 £^i OD, from his throne, with piercing eye. 
 ^J Naked does every heart behold ; 
 
 But never, till we come to die, 
 Will he to us the view unfold. 
 
 2 Should sin, in naked form appear, 
 
 Just as it rises in the heart, 
 And others know and see it there 
 
 In ev'ry feeling, ev'ry thought : 
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DOCTRINES. 
 
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 3 The fire of hell must kindle soon, 
 
 How envy and revenge would flame ! 
 One heart would urge another on, 
 
 Till rage and vengeance want a name ! 
 
 4 Sin in its nature would appear 
 
 A living death, to form a hell ; 
 The worst of mis'ries creatures fear, 
 
 The worst of plagues the tongue can tell. 
 
 5 Unveil'd and naked ev'ry heart 
 
 Before the judgment-seat must stand. 
 Sin act no more a double part, 
 
 But meet a death from its own hand. 
 
 G The fiery lake will hotter grow 
 
 From the fierce clash of sinful souls ; 
 Each bosom like a furnace glow, 
 Nor God the rage, or fire control. 
 
 HYMN 149. L. M. J. Steward. 
 
 Armley. Sheerness. 
 Sin and misery connected. 
 
 1 A H, wretched souls are they, who hear 
 -^jL With scorn, the sound of gospel grace 
 For sorrow walks along with sin, 
 
 Although they keep not equal pace. 
 
 2 How blindly sinners grasp their chains. 
 
 And yet of freedom vainly boast ; 
 They look for happiness and peace, 
 Nor think by sin their peace is lost. 
 
 3 Approaching vice is deck'd in charms, 
 
 And smiles with promises of gain ; 
 No sooner past — its joys are fled, 
 
 And all its pleasures chang'd to pain. 
 
 4 Sinners may for a time rejoice — 
 
 Till storms of threaten'd wrath arise — 
 
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150, 151. DOCTRINES. 
 
 Till justice grasp th' avenging sword ; 
 And then the wretch, the sinner dies. 
 
 HYMN 150. 7s. 
 
 Mount Calvary. Montpelier. 
 
 1 TTEARTS of stone, relent, relent, 
 J-JL Break, by Jesus' cross subdu'd : 
 See his body, mangled — rent, 
 
 Cover'd with a gore of blood ; 
 Sinful soul, what hast thou done ! 
 Murder'd God's eternal Son. 
 
 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed, 
 
 Drove the nails that fix'd him there : 
 Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, 
 
 Pierc'd him with a soldiers spear: 
 Made his soul a sacrifice, 
 For a sinful world he dies. 
 
 | 3 Will you let him die in vain, 
 
 Still to death pursue your Lord : 
 
 Open tear his wounds again, 
 Trample on his precious blood 1 
 
 No ! with all my sins I'll part, 
 
 Saviour, take my broken heart. 
 
 HYMN 151. 11, 8. K. 
 
 Zion's Pilgrim. Solicitude. 
 Election. Jer. xxxi. 3. 1 Cor. iv. 7. 
 
 1 TN songs of sublime adoration and praise ; 
 -I Ye pilgrims, for Zion who press, 
 
 Break forth and extol the great Ancient of days, 
 His rich and distinguishing grace. 
 
 2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you, — 
 Broke forth and discover'd its flame, [drew. 
 
 When each with the cords of his kindness he 
 And brought you to love his great name, 
 iOS 
 
DOCTRINES. 152. 
 
 3 O, had not he pity'd the state you were in, 
 Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt : [sin. 
 
 You all would have liv'd, would have dy'd too in 
 And sunk with the load of your guilt. 
 
 4 What was there in you that could merit esteem. 
 Or give the Creator delight 1 
 
 'Twas " Even so, Father," you ever must sing, 
 " Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 
 
 5 Then give all the glory to his holy name, 
 To him all the glory belongs; 
 
 Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame. 
 And crown him in each of your songs. 
 
 HYMN 152. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Mear. St. Martin's. 
 The Lord's call. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18. 
 
 1 ' " ET us adore the grace that seeks 
 JLJ To draw our hearts above ! 
 Attend, 'tis God, the Saviour, speaks, 
 
 And every word is love. 
 
 2 " Come forth," he says, " no more pursue 
 
 The path that leads to death ; 
 Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, 
 Look, and be sav'd by faith. 
 
 3 " My sons and daughters you shall be, 
 
 Thro' my atoning blood ; 
 And you shall claim and find in me, 
 A Father, and a God." 
 
 4 Lord, speak these words to ev'ry heart. 
 
 By thine Almighty voice ; 
 That we may now from sin depart, 
 And make thy love our choice, 
 
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153, 154. DOCTRINES. 
 
 HYMN 153. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Barbv. Abridge. 
 Grace reigning. Rom. v. 21. 
 
 1 TVTOW may the Lord reveal his face, 
 JL^ And teach our stamm'ring tongues 
 To make his sov'reign, reigning grace. 
 
 The subject of our songs ! 
 
 2 Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins, 
 
 To melt the hardest hearts ; 
 And, from the work it once begins, 
 It never more departs. 
 
 3 'Twas grace that call'd our souls at first. 
 
 By grace thus far we're come, 
 And grace will help us thro' the worst. 
 And lead us safely home. 
 
 HYMN 154. S. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Northampton. Shirland. Pelham. 
 Salvation by grace. Eph. ii. 5. 
 
 i 4Ti RACE ! 'tis a charming sound ; 
 ^JT Harmonious to the ear ! 
 Heav'n with the echo shall resound. 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contriv'd the way 
 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 And all the steps that grace display. 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace led my roving feet 
 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 And new supplies each hour I meet. 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the w r ork shall crown, 
 
 Through everlasting days ; 
 It lays in heav'n the topmost stone. 
 
 And well deserves the praise. 
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DOCTRINES. 155, 156. 
 
 HYMN 155. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Arlington. Springfield. Keene. 
 
 1 A MAZING grace ! how sweet the sound, 
 J\- That sav'd a wretch like me ! 
 
 I once was lost, but now am found — 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. 
 
 And grace my fears reliev'd ; 
 How precious did that grace appear, 
 The hour I first believ'd. 
 
 3 Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come ; 
 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far. 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail. 
 
 And mortal life shall cease ; 
 T shall possess within the veil, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 HYMN 156. 7s. Newton. 
 
 Pleyel's. Somerset. 
 
 1 ^OV'RETGN grace hath power alone 
 1^ To subdue a heart of stone ; 
 And the moment grace is felt, 
 
 Then the hardest heart will melt. 
 
 2 When the Lord was crucifi'd, 
 Two transgressors with him dy'd ; 
 One, with vile blaspheming tongue. 
 ScofF'd at Jesus as he hung. 
 
 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath 
 In the very jaws of death ; 
 Perish'd, as too many do, 
 
 With the Saviour in his view. 
 
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157. DOCTRINES. 
 
 4 But the other, touch'd with grace. 
 Saw the danger of his case ; 
 Faith received to own the Lord, 
 Whom the scribes and priests abhor'd. 
 
 5 " Lord," he pray'd, " remember me. 
 When in glory thou shalt be :" 
 
 " Soon with me," the Lord replies, 
 " Thou shalt rest in paradise." 
 
 6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 
 Grace bestow'd in time of need ! 
 Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, 
 You shall find him still the same. 
 
 HYMN 157. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Plymouth. Chapel. Windsor. 
 Pardon, Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4. 
 
 1 TJfOW oft, alas! this wretched heart 
 X JL Has wander'd from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart. 
 
 Forgetful of his word. 
 
 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, " Return :" 
 
 Dear Lord, and may I come I 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
 Oh, take the wand'rer home. 
 
 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive. 
 
 And bid my crimes remove \ 
 And shall a pardon'd rebel live 
 To speak thy wondrous love ? 
 
 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power. 
 
 How glorious, how divine ! 
 That can to bliss and life restore 
 So vile a heart as mine. 
 
 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet. 
 
 Dear Saviour, I adore : 
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DOCTRINES. 158, 159. 
 
 Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 HYMN 158. C. M. Stennett. 
 
 Springfield. Windsor. 
 The converted thief. Luke xxiii. 39 — 43. 
 
 IAS on the cross the Saviour hung, 
 -^JL And wept, and bled, and dy'd, 
 He pour'd salvation on a wretch, 
 That lansruish'd at his side. 
 
 2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, 
 
 The penitent confess'd ; 
 Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, 
 And thus his prayer address'd : 
 
 3 "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven, 
 
 Thou spotless Lamb of God ! 
 I see thee bathVl in sweat and tears, 
 And welt'ring in thy blood. 
 
 4 " Yet quickly from these scenes of wo, 
 
 In triumph shalt thou rise, 
 Burst through the gloomy shades of death. 
 And shine above the skies. 
 
 5 "Amid the glories of that world, 
 
 Dear Saviour, think on me, 
 And in the vict'ries of thy death 
 Let me a sharer be." 
 
 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, 
 
 And instantly replies : 
 "To-day thy parting soul shall be 
 With me in paradise." 
 
 HYMN 159. L. M. Gibbons. 
 
 Cumberland. Stirling. Moreton. 
 Luke vii. 47. 
 
 1 T^GRGIVENESS ! 'tis a joyful sound 
 JL To anxious souls, conderan'd to die ; 
 
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160, 161. DOCTRINES, 
 
 Publish the bliss, the world around : 
 Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky. 
 
 2 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand, 
 
 And like the mountains for their size. 
 The seas of sov'reign grace expand, 
 The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 
 
 3 For this stupendous love of heav'n, 
 
 What grateful honors shall we show ? 
 Where much transgression is forgiv'n. 
 Let love in equal ardor glow. 
 
 HYMN 160. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Armley. Kingsbridge. 
 Perseverance. Phil. i. 6. 
 
 1 rilO God I cry'd, when troubles rose ; 
 
 JL He heard me and subdu'd my foes: 
 He did my rising fears control, 
 And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. 
 
 2 Amid a thousand snares I stand, 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting soul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 3 Grace will complete what grace begins. 
 To save from sorrows and from sins ; 
 The work that wisdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. 
 
 HYMN 161. Us. Kennady. 
 
 Walsal. Idumea. 
 Precious promises. 2 Pet. i. 4. 
 
 1 TTOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 JUL 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 " Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd. 
 For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
 
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DOCTRINES. 162. 
 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to 
 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand, [stand, 
 
 3 " When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow 7 ; 
 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 4 "When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie. 
 My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; 
 The flame shall not hurt thee, 1 only design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 5 " E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove 
 My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love ; [adorn, 
 And then, when grey hairs shall their temples 
 Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 
 
 6 " The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose. 
 I will not, 1 will not desert to his foes ; 
 
 That soul, tho' all hell should endeavour to shake, 
 '11 never — no never — no never forsake." 
 
 HYMN 162. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Angel's Hymn. Blendon. 
 Christ, the Believer's Ark. 1 Pet. iii. 20. 
 
 1 fTlHE deluge, at th' Almighty's call, 
 
 JL In what impetuous streams it fell ! 
 Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, 
 And swept a guilty world to hell. 
 
 2 How r dire the wreck ! how loud the roar ! 
 How shrill the universal cry — ■ 
 
 Of millions in the last despair — 
 Re-echo'd from the low'ring sky ! — 
 
 > Yet Noah, humble, happy saint, 
 Surrounded with the chosen few, 
 Sat in his ark, secure from fear, 
 And sang the grace that steer'd him thro'. 
 
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163. DOCTRINES* 
 
 4 So may I sing, in Jesus safe, 
 
 While storms of vengeance round me fall ; 
 Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, 
 Beyond what shakes this earthly ball. 
 
 5 Enter thine ark, while patience waits, 
 Nor ever quit that sure retreat ; 
 Then the wide flood, that buries earth, 
 ►Shall w T aft thee to a fairer seat. 
 
 HYMN 163. 7s. Madan's Col. 
 
 Redeeming Love. Bath Abbey. 
 Redemption. 
 
 1 "TVTOW begin the heav'nly theme, 
 -1.^ Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; 
 Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove ; 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace- 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
 As to Canaan on ye move. 
 Praise and bless redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
 Banish all your guilty fears, 
 
 See your guilt and curse remove 
 Cancell'd by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
 Willing slaves of death and sin ! 
 Now, from bliss no longer rove, 
 Stop, and taste redeeming love. 
 
 5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd — 
 Welcome to his sacred rest : 
 Nothing brought him from above, 
 Nothing — but redeeming love. 
 
 (d Hither, then, your music bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful string ; 
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DOCTRINES. 164, 169J 
 
 Mortals, join the hosts above — 
 Join to praise redeeming love, 
 
 HYMN 164. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Stade. Braintree. 
 
 PLUNGT) in a gulph of dark despair, 
 We wretched sinners lay — 
 Without" one cheerful beam of hope, 
 
 Or spark of glimm'ring day ! 
 With pitying eyes the prince of grace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 He saw — and (Oh amazing love !) 
 
 He ran to our relief. 
 Down from the shining seats above, 
 
 With joyful haste he fled ; 
 Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, 
 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus. 
 
 And brake our iron chains ; 
 Jesus has freed our captive souls 
 
 From everlasting pains. 
 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break ; 
 And all harmonious, human tongues 
 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 HYMN 165. S. M. Newtox. 
 
 Cambridge. St. Thomas. 
 
 1 T*REPARE a thankful song 
 -T To the Redeemer's name ; 
 
 Let his high praise employ our tongue, 
 And every heart inflame. 
 
 2 He laid his glory by, 
 
 And bitter pains endur'd ; 
 That rebels such as you and I, 
 From wrath might be secur'd. 
 
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166, 167. DOCTRINES. 
 
 3 The Holy Ghost he sends, 
 
 Our stubborn souls to move : 
 To make his enemies his friends. 
 And conquer them by love. 
 
 4 Assur'd that Christ our King, 
 
 Will put our foes to flight ; 
 We on the field of battle sing, 
 And triumph while we fight. 
 
 HYMN 166. C. M. Hoskins. 
 
 Bray. Dundee. 
 Regeneration. John iii. 5, 7. 
 
 1 ^JINNERS, this solemn truth regard, 
 lO Hear, all ye sons of men ; 
 
 For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd, 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, 
 
 The sinner's boast is vain ; 
 Thus saith the glorious Son of God. 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 3 Our nature's totally deprav'd — 
 
 The heart a sink of sin ; 
 Without a change w T e can't be sav'd ; 
 " Ye must be born asmin." 
 
 s 
 
 4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, 
 
 And breathe on sinner's slain ; 
 Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, 
 That we are born ap:ain. 
 
 HYMN 167. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Braintree. Irish. 
 
 1 A TTEND, while God's exalted Son 
 li- Doth his own glories shew 7 ; 
 Behold him seated on his throne, 
 
 Creating all things new. 
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DOCTRLNES. 108, 1G0. 
 
 J Mighty Redeemer ! set me free 
 From my old state of sin ; 
 Oh, make my soul alive to thee, 
 Create new powers within. 
 
 3 Open mine eyes, unstop mine ears, 
 
 And form my heart afresh ; 
 Give me new passions, joys, and fears. 
 And turn the stone to flesh. 
 
 4 Far from the regions of the dead, 
 
 From sin, and earth, and hell ; 
 Tn the new world that grace has made. 
 I would for ever dwell. 
 
 HYMN 168. C. M. 
 
 Windsor. Bangor. 
 
 1 ^~1AN aught beneath a power divine 
 ^-^ The stubborn will subdue \ 
 
 'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 2 'Tis thine the passions to recal, 
 
 And upward bid them rise ; 
 And make the scales of error fall 
 
 From reason's darkenVl eyes. 
 i To chase the shades of death away, 
 
 And bid the sinner live, 
 A beam of heaven, a vital ray — 
 
 'Tis thine alone to give. 
 4 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours 
 
 And give them life divine ; 
 Then shall our passions and our pow'rs, 
 
 Almighty Lord, be thine. 
 
 HYMN 169. C. M. Wallin. 
 
 Mear. Colchester. 
 Efficacious grace. Ps. xlv. 3, 5. 
 
 1 XJT^IL ! mighty Jesus ; how divine 
 Xi Is thy victorious sword ! 
 
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170- DOCTRINES. 
 
 The stoutest rebel must resign, 
 At thy commanding word. 
 
 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give ; 
 
 They pierce the hardest heart : 
 Thy smiles of grace the slain revive. 
 And joy succeeds to smart. 
 
 3 Still gird thy sw r ord upon thy thigh, 
 
 Come with majestic sway, 
 Down from thy glorious throne on high. 
 And make thy foes obey. 
 
 4 And when thy vict'ries are complete ; 
 
 When all the chosen race 
 Shall round the throne of glory meet, 
 To sing thy conquering grace ; 
 
 5 Oh, may my humble soul be found 
 
 Among that favor'd band ! 
 And I, with them, thy praise will sound 
 As round the throne we stand. 
 
 HYMN 170. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Buckingham. Windsor. 
 Sanctffication and pardon. 
 
 { X^fTHERE shall we sinners hide our heads ! 
 ▼ ▼ Can rocks or mountains save ? 
 Or shall we wrap us in the shades 
 Of midnight and the grave 1 
 
 2 Is there no shelter from the eye 
 
 Of an avenging God ? 
 Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly, 
 Bedew us with thy blood. 
 
 3 Those guardian drops our souls secure. 
 
 And wash away our sins ; 
 Eternal justice frowns no more, 
 And conscience smiles within. 
 
 4 We bless that wondrous purple stream. 
 
 That cleanses every stain : 
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LAW AND GOSPEL. 171 
 
 Our souls are yet but half redeem'd, 
 If sin, the tyrant, reign. 
 
 5 Lord, blast his empire with thy breath, 
 That cursed throne must fall ; 
 Ye flatt'ring plagues, that work our death. 
 Fly, for we hate you all. 
 
 LAW AND GOSPEL. 
 
 HYMN 171- L. M. Watts, 
 
 Carthage. Green's Hundredth. 
 The Law and Gospel. 
 
 1 X^TTHILE Sinai roars, and round the earth, 
 
 ▼ ▼ Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings 
 Jesus, thy dear, expiring breath, 
 And Calvary, speak gentler things. 
 
 2 Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, 
 Streaming along a Saviour's blood ; 
 And life, and joys, and crowns above, 
 Purchased by our redeeming God. 
 
 3 Hark ! how he prays, (the charming sound 
 Dwells on his dying lips) — Forgive! 
 
 And every groan, and gaping wound, 
 Cries, " Father let the rebels live !" 
 
 4 Go, ye that rest upon the law, 
 And toil and seek salvation there ; 
 Look to the flames that Moses saw, 
 And shrink, and tremble, and despair. 
 
 5 But I'll retire beneath the cross ; 
 Saviour, at thy dear feet I'll lie : 
 
 And the keen sword that justice draws, 
 Flaming, and red, shall pass me by. 
 
 IP 121 
 
172, 173. LAW AND GOSPEL. 
 
 HYMN 172. CM. Cowper. 
 
 St. Ann's. York. 
 
 1 TTOW long beneath the law I lay 
 XJL In bondage and distress ! 
 
 I toil'd the precept to obey, 
 But toiPd, without success. 
 
 2 Then all my servile works were done. 
 
 A righteousness to raise ; 
 Now, freely chosen in the Son, 
 I freely choose his ways. 
 
 3 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd, 
 
 And hear his pard'ning voice, 
 Will change a slave into a child. 
 And duty, into choice. 
 
 HYMN 173. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Carthage. Blendon. 
 Power of the Gospel. Rom. i. 16. 
 
 1 X1C7"HAT shall the dying sinner do, 
 
 ▼ ▼ That seeks relief for all his wo "■! 
 Where shall the guilty conscience find 
 Ease for the torment of the mind \ 
 
 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n. 
 Or form our natures fit for heav'n ? 
 Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin, 
 
 Make their own powers and passions clean 
 
 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, 
 Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh ; 
 'Tis there that power and glory dwell, 
 Which save rebellious souls from hell. 
 
 4 This is the pillar of our hope, 
 That bears our fainting spirits up, 
 We read the grace, and trust the word. 
 And find salvation in the Lord. 
 
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HOLY SPIRIT. 174. 
 
 HOLY SPIRIT. 
 HYMN 174. CM. Doddridge. 
 
 Bedford. Dundee. 
 Insensibly witlidrawn. Judg. xvi. 20. 
 
 I A PRESENT God is all our strength. 
 -^- And all our joy and hope ; 
 When he withdraws, our comforts die. 
 And every grace must droop. 
 
 ;2 But flatt'ring trifles charm our hearts. 
 To court their false embrace, 
 Till justly this neglected friend 
 Averts his angry face. 
 
 3 He leaves us, and we miss him not : 
 
 But go presumptuous on, 
 Till baffled, wounded, and enslav'd. 
 We learn, that God is gone. 
 
 4 And what, my soul, can then remain 
 
 One ray of light to give? 
 Sever'd from him, their better life. 
 How can his children live I 
 
 5 Hence, all ye painted forms of joy. 
 
 And leave my heart to mourn : 
 I would devote these eyes to tears, 
 Till cheer d by his return. 
 
 6 Look back, my Lord, and own the place. 
 
 Where once thy temple stood ; 
 For lo, its ruins bear the mark 
 Of rich atoning blood. 
 
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175, 176. HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 HYMN 175. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Hinton. Moreton. 
 His influences. John xiv. 16, 17. 
 
 1 ^URE the blest Comforter is nigh, 
 ^ 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart ; 
 Else would my hope for ever die, 
 And every cheering ray depart. 
 
 3 When some kind promise glads my soul, 
 Do I not find his healing voice 
 The tempest of my fears control, 
 And bid my drooping powers rejoice? 
 
 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, 
 With ardent wish my heart aspires; 
 Can it be less than pow'r divine, 
 Which animates these strong desires. 
 
 4 What less than thine Almighty word 
 Can raise my heart from earth and dust. 
 And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, 
 My life, my treasure, and my trust? 
 
 5 And when my cheerful hope can say, 
 I love my God, and taste his grace, 
 Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, 
 
 Which brings this dawn of sacred peace! 
 t) Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 
 For ever dwell, O God of love, 
 And light and heavenly peace impart. 
 Sweet earnest of the joys above. 
 
 HYMN 176. S. M. H. 
 
 St. Thomas. Shirland. 
 Invocation to the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 X>LEST Comforter Divine ! 
 -E* Whose rays of heavenly love 
 Amid our gloom and darkness shine. 
 And point our souls above : 
 
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HOLY SPIRIT. 177 
 
 Thou — who with " still small voice'* 
 
 Dost stop the sinner's way, 
 And bid the mourning saint rejoice. 
 
 Though earthly joys decay : — 
 
 Thou — whose inspiring breath 
 
 Can make the cloud of care, 
 And e'en the gloomy vale of death 
 
 A smile of glory wear ; — 
 
 Thou — who dost fill the heart 
 
 With love to all our race, 
 Blest Comforter! — to us impart 
 
 The blessings of thy grace. 
 
 HYMN 177. CM. Watts, 
 
 Barby. Zion. Turner. 
 Breathing after the Holy Spirit. 
 
 OME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, — 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 In vain we tune our formal songs ? 
 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues. 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 3 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live 
 
 At this poor dying rate ? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee. 
 And thine to us so great \ 
 
 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,— 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
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 j c 
 
178, 179. HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 HYMN 178. 8, 7. 
 
 Ingatestone. Tabernacle. 
 To the blessed Spirit. 
 
 1 TTOLY GHOST, dispel our sadness, 
 MjL Pierce the clouds of sinful night; 
 Come, thou source of sweetest gladness, 
 
 Breathe thy life and spread thy light ; 
 Loving Spirit, God of peace, 
 Great distributer of grace, 
 
 Rest upon this congregation ! 
 
 Hear, Oh, hear our supplication. 
 
 2 From that height which knows no measure. 
 
 As a gracious shower descend ; 
 Bringing down the richest treasure 
 Man can wish, or God can send. 
 
 thou Glory shining down 
 From the Father and the Son, 
 
 Grant us thy illumination ! 
 Rest on all this congregation. 
 
 3 Come, thou best of all donations 
 
 God can give, or we implore ; 
 Having thy sweet consolations, 
 
 We need wish for nothing more ; 
 Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 Now descending from above, 
 
 Rest on all this congregation ! 
 
 Make our hearts thy habitation. 
 
 HYMN 179. S. M. Hart. 
 
 Shirland. Watchman. 
 John xiv. 26. 
 
 1 |^10ME, Holy Spirit, come, 
 ^^ Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 I>ispel the sorrow from our minds, — 
 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
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HOLY SPIRIT. i^ (l 
 
 2 Convince us of our sin ; 
 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood ; 
 And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart — 
 
 To sanctify the soul — 
 To pour fresh life in every part. 
 And new-create the whole. 
 
 4 Revive our drooping faith ; 
 
 Our doubts and fears remove ; 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 HYMN 180. 8s. Rippon. 
 
 Consolation. Dismission. 
 
 I -TkESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove, 
 JLF And visit a sorrowful breast; 
 My burden of guilt to remove, 
 
 And bring me assurance and rest ; 
 Thou only hast power to relieve 
 
 A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load ; 
 The sense of redemption to give, 
 
 And sprinkle his heart with thy blood, 
 J With me, if of old thou hast strove, 
 
 And kindly withheld me from sin ; 
 Resolv'd by the strength of thy love. 
 
 My worthless affections to win ; 
 The work of thy mercy revive, 
 
 Invincible mercy exert, 
 And keep my weak graces alive, 
 
 And set up thy rest in my heart. 
 3 If when I have put thee to grief, 
 
 And madly to folly return'd, 
 Thy goodness has been my relief, 
 
 And lifted me up as I mourn'd : 
 
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181. HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 O spirit of pity and grace, 
 
 Relieve me again and restore ; 
 
 My spirit in holiness raise, 
 
 To fall, and to grieve thee, no more. 
 
 4 If now I lament after God, 
 
 And pant for a taste of his love, — 
 If Jesus, who pour'd out his blood, 
 
 Obtain'd me a mansion above ; — 
 Come, heavenly Comforter, come, 
 
 Sweet witness of mercy divine ! 
 And make me thy permanent home, 
 
 And seal me eternally thine. 
 
 HYMN 181. L. P. M. Pres. Davie* 
 
 Eaton. Claybury. Harlington. 
 
 1 T^TERNAL Spirit, source of light, 
 J-J Enliv'ning, consecrating fire, 
 Descend, and with celestial heat, 
 
 Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 
 Our souls refine, our dross consume ! 
 Come, condescending Spirit, come ! 
 
 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark 
 
 Of the pure flame which seraphs feel. 
 Nor let us wander in the dark, 
 
 Or lie benumb'd and stupid still : 
 Come, vivifying Spirit, come, 
 And make our hearts thy constant home ! 
 
 3 Let pure devotion's fervor rise ; 
 
 Let every pious passion glow : 
 O let the raptures of the skies 
 
 Kindle in our cold hearts below ! . 
 Come, condescending Spirit, come, 
 And make our souls thy constant home ! 
 128 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 182, 183. 
 
 HYMN 182. L. M. C. Wesley. 
 
 Surry. Armley. Warwick. 
 Take not thy Holy Spirit, fyc. Ps. li. 11. 
 
 1 ^TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
 
 ^ Tho' I have done thee such despite, 
 Cast not a sinner quite away, 
 Nor take thine everlasting flight : 
 
 2 Though I have most unfaithful been 
 Of all, whoe'er thy grace receiv'd, 
 Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
 Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd : 
 
 3 Yet Oh, the chief of sinners spare, 
 In honor of my great High Priest ; 
 Nor in thy righteous anger swear, 
 
 I shall not see thy people's rest. 
 
 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, 
 E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes ; 
 Into thy rest of love receive, 
 
 And bless me with the calm repose. 
 
 5 E'en now my weary soul release, 
 And raise me by thy gracious hand! 
 Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
 
 Vnd bring me to the promis'd land. 
 
 GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. 
 
 HYMN 183. C. M. Kirkham, 
 
 Clarendon. Bray. 
 Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38. 
 
 DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame ; 
 And bear the cross for me ? 
 And shall I fear to own thy name. 
 Or thy disciple be? 
 
 12 129 
 
184. GRACES OP THE SPIRIT. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread 
 
 To suffer shame or loss; 
 Oh, let me in thy footsteps tread, 
 And glory in thy cross. 
 
 3 Inspire my soul with life divine, 
 
 And holy courage bold ; 
 Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine. 
 Nor love, nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 4 Say to my soul, " Why dost thou fear 
 
 The face of feeble clay ] 
 Behold thy Saviour ever near, 
 Will guard thee in the way." 
 
 5 Oh how my soul would rise and run. 
 
 At this reviving word : 
 Nor any painful sufferings shun, 
 To follow thee, my Lord. 
 
 6 Let sinful men, reproach, defame,. 
 
 And call me what they will, 
 If I may glorify thy name, 
 And be thy servant still. 
 
 HYMN 184. C. M. Barbauld. 
 
 Buckingham. Plymouth. 
 Charity. 
 
 LEST is the man whose soft'ning heart 
 Feels all another's pain ; 
 To whom the supplicating eye 
 Was never rais'd in vain : 
 
 2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth, 
 
 A stranger's woes to feel ; 
 And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
 
 He wants the power to heal. 
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 B 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 135- 
 
 } He spreads his kind supporting arms 
 To every child of grief: 
 His secret bounty largely flows, 
 And brings unask'd relief. 
 
 4 To gentle offices of love 
 
 His feet are never slow : 
 He views, thro' mercy's melting eye. 
 A brother in a foe. 
 
 5 He, from the bosom of his God, 
 
 Shall present peace receive — 
 And when he kneels before the throne. 
 His trembling soul shall live. 
 
 HYMN 185. C. M. Cow per. 
 
 Canterbury. Colchester. 
 Comforts — true and false. 
 
 1 f\ GOD, whose favorable eye 
 VJ The sin-sick soul revives ; 
 Holy and heav'nly is the joy, 
 
 Thy shining presence gives. 
 
 2 This hypocrites have ne'er believ'd, 
 
 They judge with graceless hearts ; 
 Swell'd with their pride, they are deceiv'd 
 By Satan's wily arts. 
 
 3 Unholy, selfish joys are theirs ; 
 
 And while they boast their light, 
 And seem to soar above the stars, 
 They're plunging into night. 
 
 4 Luird in a soft and formal sleep, 
 
 They sin, and yet rejoice ; 
 Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, 
 They sure would hear his voice. 
 
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186. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim 
 
 The soul from Satan's pow'r ; 
 That make me blush for what I am- 
 And hate my sin the more. 
 
 6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, 
 
 At thy dear feet to lie ; 
 Thou wilt not let me lower fall. 
 And none can higher fly. 
 
 HYMN 186. L. P. M. D. R. 
 
 Carolan's. Cumberland. 
 Confidence in the Mediator. Heb. iv. 15. 
 
 i X7t7"HEN gathering clouds around I view, 
 ▼ ▼ And days are dark and friends are few, 
 On him I lean, who not in vain, 
 Experienc'd every human pain ; 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
 From heav'nly virtue's narrow way, 
 To fly the good 1 would pursue, 
 
 Or do the sin I would not do, 
 Still he who felt temptation's pow'r 
 Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour. 
 
 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend. 
 Which covers all that was a friend ; 
 And from his voice, his hand, his smile. 
 Divides me — for a little while, — 
 Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 
 For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 
 
 4 And oh, when I have safely past 
 Thro' every conflict — but the last 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 My painful bed, — for thou hast died ; 
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GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 187, 188. 
 
 Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
 And wipe the latest tear away. 
 
 HYMN 187. C. M. Ryland. 
 
 Barby. Bray. 
 Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4. 
 
 1 f^i RANT, Lord, I may delight in thee, 
 vJ And on thy care depend ; 
 
 To thee in every trouble flee, 
 My best, my only friend. 
 
 2 No good in creatures can be found. 
 
 But all is found in thee ; 
 I must be blessed and abound, 
 While thou art God to me. 
 
 3 Oh, that I had a stronger faith, 
 
 To look within the veil, 
 To credit what my Saviour saith, 
 Whose word can never fail. 
 
 4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee, 
 
 I triumph and adore ; 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be, 
 To love and please thee more. 
 
 HYMN 188. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Plymouth. Walsal. 
 Contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 
 
 1 rjpHE Lord will happiness divine 
 JL On contrite hearts bestow ; 
 
 Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
 A contrite heart or no 1 
 
 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 
 
 Insensible as steel ; 
 If aught is felt, 'tis only pain, 
 To find I cannot feel. 
 
 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd 
 
 To love thee, if I could ; 
 
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139. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 But often feel another mind, 
 Averse to all that's good. 
 
 4 My best desires -are faint and few, 
 
 I fain would strive for more ; 
 But, when I cry, " My strength renew," 
 Seem weaker than before. 
 
 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 
 
 And love thy house of pray'r ; 
 I therefore go where others go, 
 But find no comfort there. 
 
 6 Oh, make this heart rejoice or ache- 
 
 Decide this doubt for me ; 
 And if it be not broken, break, 
 And heal it, if it be. 
 
 HYMN 189. 8s. Hart. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. Bethany. 
 Faith conquering. Romans i. 17. 
 
 1 f|lHE moment a sinner believes 
 
 JL And trusts in his crucify'd God, 
 His pardon at once he receives — 
 
 Redemption in full thro' his blood. 
 'Tis faith that still leads us along, 
 
 And lives under pressure and load, 
 That makes us in weakness more strong. 
 
 And leads the soul upward to God. 
 
 2 It treads on the world and on hell, 
 
 . It vanquishes death and despair ; 
 And Oh ! let us wonder to tell, 
 
 It wrestles and conquers by pray'r : 
 Permits a vile worm of the dust, 
 
 With God to commune as a friend : 
 To hope his forgiveness as just, 
 
 And look for his love to the end. 
 
 3 It says to the mountains, " Depart," 
 
 That stand between God and the soul ; — 
 134 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 190, 191- 
 
 It binds up the broken in heart, 
 
 And makes wounded consciences whole ; 
 
 Bids sins of a crimson-like die 
 
 Be spotless as snow, and as white ; 
 
 \nd raises the sinner on high, 
 To dwell with the angels of light. 
 
 HYMN 190. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Portugal. Kent. 
 Faith connected with salvation. 
 
 1 "]\rOT the best deeds that we have done, 
 -L^i Can make a wounded conscience whole ; 
 Faith is the grace, — and faith alone, 
 
 That flies to Christ, and saves the soul. 
 
 2 Lord, I believe thy heav'nly w T ord, 
 Fain would I have my soul renew'd ; 
 I mourn for sin and trust the Lord, 
 To have it pardon'd and subdu'd. 
 
 3 Oh may thy grace its power display, 
 Let guilt and death no longer reign. 
 Save me in thine appointed way, 
 Nor let my humble faith be vain. 
 
 HYMN 191. L. M. Cow per. 
 
 Bath. Kent. 
 A living and a dead Faith. 
 
 1 riiHE Lord receives his highest praise, 
 
 JL From humble minds and hearts sincere 
 While all the loud professor says, 
 Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 
 
 2 To walk as children of the day, 
 
 To mark his precepts' holy light, 
 To wage the warfare, watch and pray, 
 Show who are pleasing in his sight. 
 
 3 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 
 
 To purchase pardon for his own : 
 
 135 
 
192, 193. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Nor will a soul by grace restored, 
 
 Rest in mere forms and words alone. 
 
 4 Easy indeed it were to reach 
 
 A mansion in the courts above, 
 If wat'ry floods and fluent speech 
 
 Might serve instead of faith and love. 
 
 5 But none shall gain that blissful place. 
 
 Or God's unclouded glory see ; 
 Who talk of rich and sov'reign grace, 
 Unless from sin they are made free. 
 
 HYMN 192. C. M. Turner. 
 
 Dundee. Colchester. 
 The power of Faith, 
 
 1 TT^AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss. 
 Jl And saves me from its snares ; 
 
 Its aid in ev'ry duty brings, 
 And softens all my cares : 
 
 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, 
 
 And lights the sacred fire 
 Of love to God and heavenly things, 
 And feeds the pure desire. 
 
 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r. 
 
 The healing balm to give ; 
 That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
 And make the dying live. 
 
 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 
 
 Where deathless pleasures reign ; 
 And bids me seek my portion there, 
 Nor bids me seek in vain. 
 
 HYMN 193. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Braintree. Arlington. 
 Holy Fortitude. 
 1 A Mia soldier of the cross : 
 
 J\- A foll'wer of the Lamb ; 
 136 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 194. 
 
 And shall I fear to own his cause. 
 Or blush to speak his name \ 
 
 3 Shall I be carry'd to the skies, 
 
 On flow'ry beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sail'd thro' bloody seas? 
 
 > Are there no foes for me to face, 
 Must I not stem the flood ; 
 Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
 To help us on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord, 
 To bear the cross, endure the shame. 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 The saints in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer, tho' they die ; 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 With faith's discerning eye. 
 
 HYMN 194. C. M. Taylor. 
 
 Bray. Braintree. 
 Humble Gratitude. 
 
 SINCE we, and all our treasures too. 
 Are his who reigns above ; 
 Then is there nothing we can do, 
 To prove our grateful love? 
 
 A broken heart he'll not despise — 
 
 It is his chief delight ; 
 This is a humble sacrifice, 
 
 Well pleasing in his sight. 
 
 Tho' treasures brought before his throne 
 
 Would no acceptance find, 
 He kindly condescends to own 
 
 A meek and lowly mind. 
 
 137 
 
195, 196. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 4 This is an off 'ring we may bring, 
 However mean our store ; 
 The poorest child, the greatest king. 
 Can give him nothing more. 
 
 HYMN 195 L. M. Watts. 
 
 Portugal. Winchester. 
 Gravity and Decency. 
 
 1 T>EHOLD the sons the heirs of God 
 J-* So dearly bought with Jesus 1 blood : 
 Are they not born to heav'nly joys, 
 
 And shall they stoop to earthly toys ? 
 
 2 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth, 
 Well suit the honors of their birth? 
 Shall they be fond of gay attire, 
 Which children love, and fools admire I 
 
 3 Lord, with a heaven-directed eye 
 We'll pass these glitt'ring trifles by; 
 Oh, raise our hearts and passions higher. 
 Touch our vain souls with sacred fire. 
 
 4 We'll look on all the toys below 
 With such disdain as angels do ; 
 And wait the call that bids us rise 
 To mansions promis'd in the skies. 
 
 HYMN 196. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Quercy. Blendon. 
 Happy Voverty. Matt. v. 3. 
 
 1 ^l^E humble souls, complain no more ; 
 JL Let faith survey your future store : 
 How happy, how divinely blest, 
 The sacred words of truth attest. 
 138 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 197, 19o. 
 
 1 When conscious grief laments sincere. 
 And pours the penitential tear: 
 Hope points to your dejected eyes, 
 The bright reversion in the skies. 
 
 3 In vain the sons of wealth and pride 
 Despise your lot, your hopes deride : 
 In vain they boast their little stores; 
 Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours : 
 
 i A kingdom of immense delight, 
 
 Where health and peace and joy unite: 
 Where undeclining pleasures rise, 
 \nd every want hath full supplies. 
 
 HYMN 197. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Bath. Leeds. Portugal. 
 Hatred of Sin. 
 
 1 IT AD I a throne above the rest, 
 
 J-JL Where angels and archangels dwell. 
 One sin, unslain within my breast, 
 Would make that heav'n as dark as hell. 
 
 2 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air, 
 And bless'd with liberty again, 
 
 Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear 
 One link of all his former chain. 
 
 3 But Oh ! no foe invades the bliss, 
 When glory crowns the christian's head ! 
 One view of Jesus as he is, 
 
 Will strike all sin for ever dead. 
 
 HYMN 193. L. M. Harrison. 
 
 Warwick. Surry. 
 
 1 ^^H, could I find some peaceful bow'r, 
 VJ Where sin has neither place nor pdw'r : 
 This traitor vile I fain would shun, 
 But cannot from his presence run. 
 
 139 
 
199. 200. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, 
 He stands between my God and me ; 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 
 
 I feel him working in my breast. 
 
 3 When I attempt to soar above, 
 
 To view the heights of Jesus' love ; 
 This monster seems to mount the skies. 
 And veils his glory from my eyes. 
 
 4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, 
 Which keeps my faith and hope so low ; 
 I long to dwell in heav'n my home, 
 Where not one sinful thought can come. 
 
 HYMN 199. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Islington. Truro. 
 The Christian's Hope. 
 
 1 XyC7"HAT sinners value I resign ; 
 
 ▼ ▼ Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine 
 I shall behold thy blissful face, 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 
 2 This life's a dream, an empty show ; 
 But the bright world to which I go — 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
 When shall I wake and find me there ? 
 
 3 O glorious hour ! O blest abode ! 
 I shall be near and like my God ! 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 
 HYMN 200. 8, 7, 4. Fawcett. 
 
 Jordan. Littleton. 
 Hope encouraged. Ps. xlii. 5. 
 
 I £\ MY soul, what means this sadness 1 
 VJ Wherefore art thou thus cast down ? 
 140 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 201. 
 
 Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness ; 
 Bid thy restless fears begone ; 
 
 Look to Jesus, 
 And rejoice in his dear name. 
 I What though Satan's strong temptations 
 Vex and grieve thee day by day ; 
 And thy sinful inclinations 
 Often fill thee with dismay; 
 
 Thou shalt conquer — 
 Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood. 
 
 3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee, 
 
 From without and from within ; 
 
 Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee, 
 
 But will save from hell and sin ; 
 
 He is faithful 
 To perform his gracious word. 
 
 4 Tho' distresses now attend thee, 
 
 And thou tread'st the tnorny road ; 
 His right hand shall still defend thee ; 
 Soon he'll bring thee home to God ! 
 
 Therefore praise him — 
 Praise the great Redeemer's name. 
 
 5 Oh, that I could now adore him, 
 
 Like the heav'nly host above, 
 Who for ever bow before him, 
 And unceasing sing his love ! 
 
 Happy songsters ! 
 When shall I your chorus join \ 
 
 HYMN 201. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Armley. Darwent. 
 1 Sam. xxx. 6. 
 
 1 X7S7"HY sinks my weak desponding mind I 
 ▼ ▼ Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh ? 
 Can sov'reign goodness be unkind 1 
 Am I not safe, if God is nigh? 
 
 13 141 
 
202. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 2 He holds all nature in his hand ; 
 That gracious hand, on which I live, 
 Does life, and time, and death command. 
 And has immortal joys to give. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame, 
 On him alone my hopes recline ; 
 The wondrous glories of his name, 
 
 How wide they spread ! how bright they shine ! 
 
 4 My God, if thou art mine indeed, 
 Then I have all my heart can crave ; 
 A present help in times of need, 
 Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 
 
 HYMN 202. C. M. J. Steward. 
 
 Standish. Elgin. 
 Hoping, yet trembling. 
 
 1 "]%/l"Y soul would fain indulge a hope 
 __yjL To reach the heavenly shore ; 
 And when I drop this dying flesh, 
 
 That I shall sin no more. 
 
 2 I hope to hear, and join the song. 
 
 That saints and angels raise ; 
 And while eternal ages roll, 
 To sing eternal praise. 
 
 3 But Oh — this dreadful heart of sin ! 
 
 It may deceive me still ; 
 And while I look for joys above, 
 May plunge me down to hell. 
 
 4 The scene must then for ever close. 
 
 Probation at an end ; 
 No gospel grace can reach me there. 
 No pardon there descend. 
 
 5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come. 
 
 To me thy Spirit give ; 
 Shine thro' a dark benighted soul, 
 And bid a sinner live. 
 142 
 
".RACES OF THE SPIK1T. 203, 204. 
 
 HYMN 203. L. M. Enfield. 
 
 Warwick. Carthage. Surry. 
 Humility. 
 
 lT^THEREFORE should man, frail child of 
 ▼ ▼ Who from the cradle to the shroud, [clay. 
 Lives but the insect of a day — 
 
 Oh, why should mortal man be proud ! 
 
 2 His brightest visions just appear, 
 
 Then vanish, and no more are found ; 
 The stateliest pile his pride can rear, 
 A breath may level with the ground. 
 
 3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, 
 
 Are crowded in life's little span : 
 How ill, alas, does pride become 
 That erring, guilty creature, man ! 
 
 4 God of my life, Father divine ! 
 
 Give me a meek and lowly mind : 
 In modest worth, Oh, let me shine, 
 And peace in humble virtue find. 
 
 HYMN 204. C. M. 
 
 Mear. St. Martin's. 
 Joy in the Holy Ghost. Luke i. 46. 
 
 1 ]VI~Y soul doth magnify the Lord. 
 JLtJL My spirit doth rejoice 
 
 In God, my Saviour, and my God : 
 I hear his joyful voice. 
 
 2 I need not go abroad for joy, 
 
 Who have a feast at home ; 
 My sighs are turned into songs, 
 The Comforter is come. 
 
 3 Down from on high, the blessed Dove 
 
 Is come into my breast ; 
 
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205. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 To witness God's eternal love ; 
 This is my heav'nly feast. 
 
 4 There is a stream that issues forth 
 
 From God's eternal throne, 
 And from the Lamb, a living stream. 
 Clear as the crystal stone. 
 
 5 That stream doth water paradise ; 
 
 It makes the angels sing ; 
 One cordial drop revives my heart : 
 Hence all my joys do spring. 
 
 HYMN 205. S. M. Watts. 
 
 Newton. Silver Street. St. Thomas. 
 Heavenly joy on earth. 
 % #~10ME, we who love the Lord. 
 V^ And let our joys be known ; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne, 
 
 2 Let those refuse to sing, 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But fav'rites of the heav'nly King 
 Should speak their joys abroad. 
 
 3 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below : 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 4 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields. 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 5 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 - We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 144 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 206, 207. 
 
 HYMN 206. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Portugal. Shoel. 
 Justice and equity. Matt. vii. 12. 
 
 LESSED Redeemer ! how divine, 
 How righteous is this rule of thine, 
 "Never to deal with others worse 
 Than we would have them deal with us !" 
 
 B 
 
 1 This golden lesson, short and plain, 
 Gives not the mind nor mem'ry pain, 
 And every conscience must approve 
 This universal law of love. 
 
 3 Is reason ever at a loss ! — 
 
 Call in self-love to judge the cause ; 
 Let our own fondest passion show 
 How we should treat our neighbour too. 
 
 4 How bless'd would every nation prove, 
 Thus ruPd by equity and love ! 
 
 All would be friends without a foe, 
 Vnd form a paradise below. 
 
 HYMN 207. C. M. Watts. 
 
 York. Braintree. 
 Love to God. 1 Cor. xiii. 8. Ps. cxxxvii. 5, 6. 
 
 1 TTTAPPY the heart where graces reign. 
 J-l Where love inspires the breast ; 
 Love is the brightest of the train, 
 
 And strengthens all the rest. 
 
 2 This is the grace that lives and sings, 
 
 When faith and hope shall cease ; 
 Tis this shall strike our joyful strings 
 In the sweet realms of bliss. 
 
 3 Before we quite forsake our clay, 
 
 Or leave this dark abode, 
 The wings of love bear us away 
 To see our smiling God. 
 
 16* 145 
 
208. 209. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 l E 
 
 HYMN 208. C. M. 
 
 Dundee. Zion. 
 1 Cor. ii. 9. 
 
 YE hath not seen, nor ear hath heard. 
 From fancy 'tis conceal'd, 
 What thou, my Lord, hast laid in store. 
 And hast to me reveal'd. 
 
 2 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, 
 
 And taste thy sweetest love ; 
 My soul doth leap ; but Oh, for wings. 
 The wings of Noah's dove ! 
 
 3 Then should I fly far hence away, 
 
 And leave this world of sin ; 
 Then should my Lord put forth his hand, 
 And kindly take me in. 
 
 4 Then should my soul with angels feast 
 
 On joys that always last ; 
 Ble^s'dbe my God, the God of joy. 
 Who gives me here a taste. 
 
 HYMN 209. L. M. Tappan. 
 
 Haverhill. Philadelphia. 
 
 1 FllHE ransom'd spirit to her home, 
 
 JL The clime of cloudless beauty, flie^ 
 No more on stormy seas to roam, 
 
 She hails her haven in the skies : 
 But cheerless are those heav'nly fields, 
 The cloudless clime no pleasure yields. 
 There is no bliss in bow'rs above, 
 If thou art absent, Holy Love ! 
 
 2 The cherub near the viewless throne 
 
 Hath smote the harp with trembling hand 
 And one with incense-fire hath flown, 
 
 To touch with flame th' an^el-bancl : 
 146 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 210. 
 
 But tuneless is the quiv'ring string, 
 No melody can Gabriel bring, 
 Mute are its arches, when above 
 The harps of heaven wake not to Love ! 
 
 3 Earth, sea, and sky one language speak. 
 
 In harmony that sooths the soul ; 
 ? Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake. 
 
 And when on thunders, thunders roll : 
 That voice is heard and tumults cease, 
 It whispers to the bosom peace ; 
 O speak, Inspirer, from above, 
 And cheer our hearts, Celestial Love ! 
 
 HYMN 210. 8s. Francis. 
 
 Consolation. Dismission. 
 Love to Christ. 
 
 1 1\XY gracious Redeemer I love, 
 ±1-*- His praises aloud I'll proclaim ; 
 And join with the armies above, 
 
 To shout his adorable name : 
 To gaze on his glories divine, 
 
 Shall be my eternal employ — 
 To see them incessantly shine, 
 
 My boundless, ineffable joy. 
 
 2 He freely redeemed with his blood, 
 
 My soul from the confines of hell, 
 To live on the smiles of my God, 
 
 And in his sweet presence to dwell : 
 To shine with the angels in light, 
 
 With saints and with seraphs to sing ; 
 To view with eternal delight, — 
 
 My Jesus, my Saviour, my King. 
 ^> Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns, 
 
 Your pride with disdain I survey ; 
 Your pomps are but shadows and sounds; 
 
 And pass in a moment awav: 
 
 147 
 
211) 212. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 The crown that my Saviour bestows. 
 
 Yon permanent sun shall outshine : 
 My joy everlastingly flows — 
 
 My God, my redeemer is mine. 
 
 HYMN 211. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Bath. Leeds. 
 Love to Christ present or absent. 
 
 1 ^\F all the joys we mortals know, 
 VJ Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest ; 
 Love the best blessing here below, 
 The highest rapture of the blest. 
 
 2 While we are held in thine embrace, 
 There's not a thought attempts to rove : 
 Each smile that's seen upon thy face, 
 Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 
 
 3 When of thine absence we complain, 
 And long, and weep, and humbly pray ; 
 There's a strange pleasure in the pain, — 
 Those tears are sweet which mourn thy stay 
 
 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, 
 Or ask the watchmen of the night, 
 
 For some kind tidings from above, 
 Thy very name creates delight. 
 
 5 Jesus, our God, descend and come ; 
 Our eyes would dwell upon thy face ; 
 *Tis heav'n to see our Lord at home. 
 
 Vnd feel the presence of his grace. 
 
 HYMN 212. 7s. Newton. 
 
 Pleyel's. Bath Abbey. 
 Latest thou me ? John xxi. 15. 
 IIS a point I long to know, 
 Oft it causes anxious thought : — 
 Do I love the Lord, or no X 
 
 'npi 
 
 148 
 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 213. 
 
 J If I love, why am I thus X 
 
 Why this dull, this lifeless frame I 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
 Who have never heard his name. 
 
 3 Could my heart so hard remain, 
 
 Pray'r a task and burden prove — 
 Ev'ry trifle give me pain — 
 If I knew a Saviour's love 1 
 
 4 When I turn mine eyes within, 
 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild : 
 FilTd with unbelief and sin — 
 Can I deem myself a child I 
 
 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
 You who love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me — is it thus with you I 
 
 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at all! 
 
 7 Lord, decide the doubtful case! 
 
 Thou who art thy people's Sun : 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 8 Let me love thee more and more. 
 
 If I love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help me to begin to-day. 
 
 HYMN 213. C. M. Stennett. 
 
 Clarendon. Springfield. 
 Without love I am nothing. 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. 
 
 1 P^D I possess the gift of tongues, 
 -■^ Great God, without thy grace, 
 My loudest words, my loftiest songs 
 Would be but sounding brass. 
 
 149 
 
214, 215. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 2 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill, 
 
 Each myst'ry to explain, 
 Had I no heart to do thy will, 
 My knowledge would be vain. 
 
 3 Had I so strong a faith, my God. 
 
 As mountains to remove, 
 No faith could do me real good, 
 That did not work by love. 
 
 4 Oh, grant me then this one request, 
 
 And Fll be satisfied, 
 That love divine may rule my breast. 
 And all my actions guide. 
 
 HYMN 214. S. M. Toplady. 
 
 Watchman. Froome. 
 Christian Lore. Gal. iii. 28. 
 
 1 " ' ET party names no more 
 
 -Li The Christian world o'erspread : 
 Gentile and Jew, and bond and free. 
 Are one in Christ their head. 
 
 2 Among the saints on earth, 
 
 Let mutual love be found ; 
 Heirs of the same inheritance, 
 With mutual blessings crown'd. 
 
 3 Let discord — child of hell ! 
 
 Be banish'd far away ; 
 Those should in strictest friendship dwell. 
 Who the same Lord obey. 
 
 4 Thus will the church below 
 
 Resemble that above, 
 Where streams of pleasure ever flow. 
 And ev'ry heart is love. 
 
 HYMN 215. C. M. Swain. 
 
 Springfield. Newark. Barby. 
 
 I TTOW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight. 
 J-JL When those who love the Lord. 
 150 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 210. 
 
 In one another's peace delight, 
 And so fulfil his word : — 
 
 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh. 
 
 And with him bear a part : 
 When sorrows flow from eye to eye, 
 And joy from heart to heart: — 
 
 3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride. 
 
 Our wishes all above, 
 Each can his brother's failings hide. 
 And show a brother's love ! 
 
 4 Let love in one delightful stream, 
 
 Through every bosom flow ; 
 And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
 In every action glow. 
 
 5 Love is the golden chains that binds 
 
 The happy souls above ; 
 And he's an heir of heav'n who finds 
 His bosom glow with love. 
 HYMN 216. L. M. Heginbothoji. 
 
 Winchester. Portugal. 
 Peace of Conscience. Acts xxiv. 16. 
 
 1 O WEET peace of consience, heav'nly guest ! 
 1^ Come, fix thy mansion in my breast ; 
 Dispel my doubts, my fears control, 
 
 And heal the anguish of my soul. 
 
 2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere, 
 Come, make your constant dwelling here : 
 Still let your presence cheer my heart, 
 Nor sin compel you to depart. 
 
 o Thou God of hope, and peace divine 
 
 O, make these sacred pleasures mine ! 
 
 Forgive my sins, my fears remove, 
 
 And send the tokens of thy love. 
 4 Then, should mine eyes, without a tear, 
 
 See death, with all his terrors, near : 
 
 151 
 
217. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 My heart should then in death rejoice. 
 And raptures tune my falt'ring voice. 
 
 HYMN 217. 6,8. Raffles. 
 
 Bethda. Edwin's. 
 
 1 ^"lOME, heavenly peace of mind, 
 Vy I sigh for thy return ; 
 
 I seek, but cannot find 
 
 The joys for which I mourn ; 
 
 Ah ! where's the Saviour now, 
 Whose smiles I once possess'd I 
 
 Till he return, I bow, 
 
 By heaviest grief oppress'd ; 
 
 My days of happiness are gone, 
 
 And I am left to weep alone. 
 
 2 I tried each earthly charm — 
 
 In pleasure's haunts I stray'd — 
 I sought its soothing balm — 
 
 I ask'd the world its aid ; 
 But ah ! no balm it had 
 
 To heal a wounded breast, 
 And I, forlorn and sad, 
 
 Must seek another rest ; 
 My days of happiness are gone. 
 And I am left to weep alone. 
 
 3 Where can the mourner go, 
 
 And tell his tale of grief? 
 Ah ! who can sooth his wo, 
 
 And give him sweet relief? 
 Thou, Jesus ! canst impart, 
 
 By thy long wish'd return, 
 Ease to this wounded heart, 
 
 And bid me cease to mourn ; 
 Then shall this night of sorrow 7 flee. 
 And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee. 
 352 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 218, 219. 
 
 HYMN 218. S. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Dover. Peckham. Shirland. 
 Rejoicing. Ps. cxxxviii. 5. 
 
 1 TVTOW let our voices join 
 J3I To form a sacred song ; 
 Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, 
 
 With music pass along. 
 
 2 How straight the path appears 
 
 How open and how fair ! 
 No lurking gins t'eutrap our feet, 
 No fierce destroyer there. 
 
 3 But flowers of Paradise 
 
 In rich profusion spring ; 
 The Sun of glory gilds the path, 
 And dear companions sing. 
 
 4 All honor to his name, 
 
 Who marks the shining way, — 
 To him who leads the wand'rers on 
 To realms of endless, day. 
 
 HYMN 219. C. M. Beddome. 
 
 Abridge. Barby. 
 Resignation. 
 
 1 1\/|~Y times of sorrow and of joy, 
 ITA Great God, are in thy hand ; 
 My choicest comforts come from thee, 
 
 And go at thy command. 
 
 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 
 
 Yet would I not repine ; 
 Before they were possess'd by me, 
 They were entirely thine. 
 
 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, 
 
 Tho' the whole world were gone, 
 But seek enduring happiness 
 In thee, and thee alone, 
 
 14 153 
 
220, 221. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 HYMN 220. C. M. Young. 
 
 Chapel. Georgia. Walsal. 
 
 1 f^UR hearts are fasten'd to this world 
 ^^ By strong and num'rous ties, 
 
 And every sorrow breaks a string, 
 And urges us to rise. 
 
 2 When heav'n would kindly set us free, 
 
 And earth's enchantment end, 
 It takes the most effectual means, 
 And robs us of a friend. 
 
 3 Resign — and all the load of life 
 
 That moment you remove; 
 Its heavy tax, ten thousand cares 
 Devolve on ONE above. 
 
 HYMN 221. C. M. Rippon. 
 
 Bray. Rochester. 
 Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. 
 
 1 A ND must I part with all I have, 
 ~oL My dearest Lord, for thee \ 
 
 It is but right, since thou hast done 
 Much more than this for me. 
 
 2 Yes, let it go- — one look from thee 
 
 Will more than make amends. 
 For all the losses I sustain 
 Of credit, riches, friends. 
 
 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives*. 
 
 How worthless they appear, 
 Compar'd with thee, supremely good, 
 Divinely bright and fair ! 
 
 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee 
 
 A single smile obtain, 
 Tho' destitute of all things else. 
 
 I'd glory in my gain. 
 154 
 
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 222, 223. 
 
 HYMN 222. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Barby. Abridge. 
 Sincerity and truth. Phil. iv. 8. 
 
 1 T T£T those who bear the Christian name 
 jLA Their holy vows fulfil ; 
 
 The saints, the followers of the Lamb, 
 Are men of honor still. 
 
 2 True to the solemn oaths they take, 
 
 Tho' to their hurt they sweiar : 
 Constant and just to all they speak ; 
 For God and angels hear. 
 
 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree. 
 
 Nor flatt'ring words devise : 
 They know the God of truth can see 
 Thro' every false disguise. 
 
 4 From all deceit they swiftly fly, 
 
 Whatever shape it wears, 
 They love the truth — and when they die. 
 Eternal life is theirs. 
 
 HYMN 223. C. M. Cowper. 
 
 St. Ann's. Barby. 
 Submission. 
 
 1 £^ LORD, my best desires fulfil, 
 VJ And help me to resign 
 
 Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
 And make thy pleasure mine. 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at thy command. 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears ? 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears 1 
 
 3 No — let me rather freely yield 
 
 What most 1 prize to thee ; 
 
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224. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT, 
 
 Who never hast a good withheld. 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 4 Thy favor, all my journey thro' 
 
 Thou art engag'd to grant ; 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way. 
 
 Shall I resist them both I 
 A poor, blind creature of a day, 
 And crush'd before the moth ! 
 
 6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils my skies. 
 Will drive these thoughts away. 
 
 HYMN 224. C. M. 
 
 Chapel. Walsal. 
 Submission to Christ. 
 
 i TESUS, once left his throne on high, 
 *J Left the bright realms of bliss, 
 And came on earth to bleed and die — 
 Was ever love like this \ 
 
 2 Is there a heart that will not bend 
 
 To his divine control ? 
 Descend, O sovVeign love, descend* 
 And melt that stubborn soul. 
 
 3 Come, dearest Lord, we will confess 
 
 Thy sweet, thy gentle sway : 
 Our willing hearts, constraint by grace. 
 Thy pleasing rule obey. 
 
 4 Tho' we, for bounty so divine, 
 
 No equal honors raise ; 
 Yet, Lord, may all our hearts be thine. 
 
 Our tongues proclaim thy praise, 
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GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 225., 220 
 
 HYMN 225. C. M. Tate. 
 
 Swanw ick. Hanover. 
 Trust and lore God. Ps. xxxiv. 
 
 1 fTlHRO' all the changing scenes of life. 
 
 JL In trouble and in joy, 
 The praises of my God shall still 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 2 Of his delivVance I will boast 
 
 Till all who are distrest, 
 From my example, comfort take, 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 
 3 Oh. make but trial of his love — 
 
 Experience will decide, 
 How blest are they, and only they, 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 
 4 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then 
 
 Have nothing else to fear : 
 Come, make his service your delight, 
 He'll make your wants his care. 
 
 HYMN 226. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Bath. Luton. Wells. 
 Trust in God. Hab. iii. 17, 18. 
 
 1 nPIHE God of my salvation lives ; 
 
 J- My nobler life he will sustain ; 
 His word immortal vigor gives, 
 
 Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain. 
 
 2 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart. 
 
 Tho' every earthly comfort die ; 
 Thy smile can bid my pains depart, 
 And raise my sacred pleasures high. 
 
 3 Oh, let me hear thy blissful voice, 
 
 Inspiring life and joy divine ! 
 The barren desert shall rejoice ; 
 ? Tis paradise, if thou art mine ! 
 
 14* 157 
 
227, 228. GRACES OF the spirit. 
 
 HYMN 227. S. M. 
 
 St. Thomas. Shirland. 
 
 1 d^ IVE to the winds thy fears ; 
 ^Jf Hope, and be undismay'd ; 
 God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears : 
 
 He shall lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms, 
 
 He gently clears the way ; 
 Wait thou his time ; so shall this night 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 3 Still heavy is thy heart 1 — 
 
 Still sink thy spirits down ? — 
 Cast off this weight, let fear depart. 
 And every care be gone. 
 
 4 What tho' thou rulest not ! 
 
 Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell 
 Proclaim that " God is on the throne. 
 And ruleth all things well." 
 
 HYMN 228. 5, 6. Newton. 
 
 Newcastle. Devonshire. 
 J will trust. Isaiah xii. 2. 
 
 1 TT|EGONE, unbelief! 
 -13 My Saviour is near : 
 And for my relief 
 
 Will surely appear : 
 By pray'r let me wrestle. 
 
 And he will perform ; 
 With Christ in the vessel. 
 
 I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Determin'd to save, 
 
 He watch'd o'er my path, 
 When Satan's blind slave. 
 I sported with death : 
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GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 23 
 
 And can he have taught me 
 
 To trust in his name, 
 And thus far have brought me 
 
 To put me to shame I 
 
 3 Why should I complain 
 Of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain ? 
 He told me no less : 
 
 The heirs of salvation, 
 
 I know from his word. 
 Thro' much tribulation, 
 
 Must follow their Lord. 
 
 4 Tho' dark be my way, 
 Since he is my guide, 
 'Tis mine to obey, 
 'Tis his to provide ; 
 
 His way was much rougher. 
 
 And darker than mine ; 
 Did Jesus thus suffer, 
 
 And shall I repine I 
 
 5 His love, in time past, 
 Forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at last 
 In trouble to sink : 
 
 Tho' painful at present, 
 
 'Twill cease before long, 
 And then, Oh, how pleasant 
 
 The conqueror's song ! 
 
 HYMN 229. L. M. 
 
 Green's Hundredth. Islington. 
 True Wisdom. Proverbs hi. 13. 
 
 I XTAPPY the man, who finds the grace. 
 -■--■- The blessings of God's chosen race. 
 The wisdom coming from above, 
 And faith that sweetly works by love. 
 
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230. GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 2 Her ways are ways of pleasantness. 
 And all her flow'ry paths are peace ; 
 Wisdom to silver we prefer, 
 
 And gold is dross compared with her. 
 
 3 Happy the man who wisdom gains, 
 In whose obedient heart she reigns ; 
 He owns, and will for ever own, 
 Wisdom and Christ, and heav'n are one. 
 
 HYMN 230. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Mear. Abridge. 
 Zeal — true and false. 
 
 1 r3FEAL is that pure and heav'nly flame. 
 ^-i The fire of love supplies ; 
 
 While that which often bears the name. 
 Is self in a disguise. 
 
 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, 
 
 Can pity and forbear ; 
 The false is headstrong, fierce and wild. 
 And breathes revenge and war. 
 
 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, 
 
 He knows the worth of peace : 
 But self contends for names and forms. 
 
 Its party to increase. 
 Zeal has attained its highest aim, 
 
 Its end is satisfy'd, 
 If sinners love the Saviour's name, 
 
 Nor seeks it aught beside. 
 
 But self, however well employ'd, 
 
 Has its own ends in view ; 
 And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd, 
 
 " Come, see what I can do." 
 6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone. 
 
 And from our hearts remove : 
 And let no zeal by us be shown, 
 
 But that which springs from love. 
 160 
 
CHRISTIAN. 231, 232. 
 
 CHRISTIAN. 
 HYMN 231. L. M. Stennett. 
 
 Vanhali's Hymn. Leeds. 
 Warfare. Eph. vi. 13—17. 
 
 1 TESUS, my King, proclaims the war; 
 9M u Awake, the powers of hell are near ! 
 " To arms, to arms !" I hear him cry, 
 "'Tis yours to conquer or to die," 
 
 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, 
 I cast my eager eyes around ; 
 Make haste to gird my armour on, 
 And bid each trembling fear be gone. 
 
 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, 
 The w r ord of God the sword I wield ; 
 With sacred truth my loins are girt, 
 And holy zeal inspires my heart. 
 
 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, 
 Resolv'd to put my foes to flight ; 
 While Jesus kindly deigns to spread 
 His conquering banner o'er my head, 
 
 5 In him I hope, in him I trust ; 
 His bleeding cross is all my boast; 
 Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on 
 To vict'ry and the victor's crown, 
 
 HYMN 232. L. M. Barbauld. 
 
 Truro. Blendon. 
 
 1 A WAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; 
 -£^- See where thy foes against thee rise. 
 In long array, a num'rous host ; 
 Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 
 
 2 See where rebellious passions rage, 
 And fierce desires and lusts engage : 
 
 161 
 
233, 234. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 The meanest foe of all that train 
 
 Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 
 
 3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; 
 Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
 Beware of all, guard every part, — 
 But most the traitor in thy heart. 
 
 4 Clad in the armour, from above, 
 Of heav'nly truth, and heav'nly love, 
 Come now, my soul, the charm repel, 
 And pow'rs of earth and pow'rs of hell. 
 
 HYMN 233 L. M. Cuuttesdex. 
 
 Armley. Bath. 
 
 1 "V^IlTHAT jarring natures dwell within, 
 
 ▼ T Imperfect grace, remaining sin ! 
 Nor can this reign, nor that prevail, 
 Tho' each by turns my heart assail. 
 
 2 Now I complain, and groan and die, — 
 Now raise my songs of triumph high : 
 Sing a rebellious passion slain, 
 
 Or mourn — to feel it live again. 
 
 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, 
 Borne upward to my native skies ; 
 While faith assists my soaring flight 
 To realms of joy, and worlds of light. 
 
 \ Great God, assist me thro' the fight; 
 ; Make me triumphant in thy might ; 
 
 Thou the desponding heart canst raise. 
 
 The vict'ry mine, and thine the praise. 
 
 HYMN 234. C. M. Stennett. 
 
 Windsor. Plymouth. 
 In-dwelling sin lamented. 
 
 WITH tears of anguish I lament. 
 Here at thy feet my God, 
 UG2 
 
CHRISTIAN. 237. 
 
 My passion, pride, and discontent, 
 And vile ingratitude. 
 
 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 
 
 So false as mine has been ; 
 So faithless to its promises, 
 So prone to every sin. 
 
 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 
 
 These struggles in my breast ? 
 When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, 
 And give my conscience rest I 
 
 4 Break, sov'reign grace, O break the charm, 
 
 And set the captive free : 
 Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm, 
 And haste to rescue me. 
 
 HYMN 235. L. M. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Putney. 
 
 1 T ORD, I'm defil'd in every part, 
 J-i Barren my life, and cold my heart, 
 Yet sometimes thro' thy sov'reign grace, 
 I catch a glimpse at Jesus' face. 
 
 2 This gives my drowsy heart a spring, 
 I fain would rise, and fain would sing: 
 But soon a cloud rolls in between, 
 
 All black with some in-dwelling sin. 
 
 3 My notes then falter on my tongue, 
 The foul contagion spoils my song ; 
 But Thou, who dost the world control, 
 Speak but the word — I shall be whole. 
 
 HYMN 236. C. M. 
 
 Clarendon. Colchester. 
 Self-examination. 2 Cor. xiii. 5. 
 
 1 'finiS first of all thyself to know, 
 JL To feel the plague of sin, 
 
 163 
 
237. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Expos'd to everlasting wo, 
 And nothing good within : 
 
 2 To know thy wretched sinful state, 
 
 Averse to all that's good ; 
 To feel thy guilt exceeding great, 
 Thy heart oppos'd to God : 
 
 3 To know thy law-condemned case, 
 
 And own thy sentence just ; 
 Thy heart subdu'd by sov'reign grace. 
 And humbled in the dust: 
 
 4 To know the pangs of pious grief, 
 
 For sins against the Lord ; 
 To know that nought can give relief 
 But trusting in his word : 
 
 5 To know that thou art born of God, 
 
 Thy num'rous sins forgiv'n, 
 Thy soul redeem'd by Jesus' blood, 
 And thou an heir of heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 237. L. M. Pres. Davie*. 
 
 Carthage. Kingsbridge. 
 
 L A ND what am I? — My soul, awake, 
 -^l And an impartial survey take : 
 Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, 
 In practice — or in heart appear ! 
 
 2 What image does my spirit bear ! 
 Is Jesus form'cl, and living there t 
 Say — do his lineaments divine 
 In thought, and word, and action shine ! 
 
 J Searcher of hearts, O search me still : 
 The secrets of my soul reveal ; — 
 Scatter the clouds which o'er my head 
 Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread. 
 164 
 
CHRISTIAN. ^38, 239. 
 
 4 May I at that blest world arrive, 
 Where Christ thro' all my soul shall live ; 
 And give full proof that he is there, 
 Without one gloomy doubt or fear. 
 
 HYMN 238. 7s. Newton. 
 
 Montpelier. Finedon. 
 In darkness. 
 
 1 ^kNCE I thought my mountain strong; 
 V>J Firmly fix'd no more to move ; 
 Then my Saviour was my song, 
 
 Then my soul was fill'd with love : 
 Those were happy, golden days, 
 Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 
 
 2 Little then myself I knew, 
 
 Little thought of Satan's pow'r : 
 Now I feel my sins anew; 
 
 Now I feel the stormy hour ! 
 Sin has put my joys to flight ; 
 Sin has turn'd my day to night. 
 
 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul. 
 
 Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
 Make my wounded spirit whole. 
 
 Far away the tempter drive ; 
 Speak the word and set me free, 
 Let me live alone to thee. 
 
 HYMN 239. 8s. Newton. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 
 1 TTTOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
 J- JL When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs. 
 Have lost all their sweetness to me. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 
 15 165 
 
240. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 And makes all within me rejoice. 
 
 3 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 And thou art my sun and my song; 
 Say, why do I languish and pine, 
 And why are my winters so long I 
 
 4 Oh, drive these dark clouds from the sky. 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore, 
 Or take me up to thee on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 HYMN 240. 8, 7. 
 
 Love Divine. Tabernacle. 
 
 1 '^WTETHERE is now our boasted Saviour. 
 
 ▼ v Where our rapture of delight? 
 Thou hast, Lord, withdrawn thy favor, 
 
 Thou art. vanished from our sight, 
 Once thy blissful love we tasted, 
 
 Cheer'd by thee with living bread ; 
 Oh, how short a time it lasted, 
 
 Oh, how soon the joy is fled ! 
 
 2 Yet thou hast the cause unfolded, 
 
 Could we but the truth receive; M 
 
 Thou in humbling love hast told it, 
 
 Needful 'tis for us to grieve — 
 Son of God, for thee we languish, 
 
 Still thy presence we bemoan, 
 Overwhelm'd with grief and anguish. 
 
 Poor, forsaken, and alone. 
 
 o Stript of that excessive pleasure, 
 
 Fondly we the loss deplore, 
 
 Till we find again our treasure, 
 
 Find, and never lose thee more. 
 Oh, cut short the night of mourning ; 
 Mav we glorv in thv <?race — 
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CHRISTIAN- 241, 242* 
 
 Triumph in thy full returning — 
 Sec again thy smiling face. 
 
 HYMN 241. 8s. Toplady. 
 
 Bethany. Lambeth. 
 Faith fainting. 
 
 1 TjlNCOMPASS'B with clouds of distress. 
 lli Just ready all hope to resign. 
 
 I pant for the light of thy face, 
 
 And fear it will never be mine ; 
 Disheartened with waiting so long, 
 
 I sink at thy feet with my load: 
 All-plaintive I pour out my song, 
 
 And stretch forth my hands unto God. 
 
 2 If sometimes I strive as I mourn, 
 
 My hold on thy promise to keep, 
 The billows more fiercely return, 
 
 And plunge me again in the deep : 
 While harass'd and cast from thy sight. 
 
 The tempter suggests with a roar, 
 " The Lord has forsaken thee quite : 
 
 Thy God will be gracious no more.'' 
 
 3 Shine, Lord, and my terrors shall cease ; 
 
 The blood of atonement apply ; 
 And lead me to Jesus for peace, 
 
 The rock that is higher than I. 
 Almighty to rescue thou art : 
 
 Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r ; 
 Come, succor and gladden my heart, 
 
 Let this be the day of thy pow'r. 
 
 HYMN 242. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Arrnley. Carthage. Warwick. 
 Forsaken^ yet hoping. 
 
 1 TXAPPY the hours, the golden days, 
 J.X When I could call my Jesus mine ; 
 
 167 
 
243. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 And sit and view his smiling face, 
 And melt in pleasures all divine. 
 
 2 Near to my heart, within my arms 
 
 He lay, till sin defiPd my breast : 
 Till broken vows and earthly charms, 
 Tir'd and provok'd my heav'nly guest. 
 
 3 But now he's gone, (O mighty wo !) 
 
 Gone from my soul and hides his love ! 
 I hate the sins that griev'd him so ; 
 The sins that forc'd him to remove. 
 
 HYMN 243. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Canterbury. York. 
 O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2. 
 
 I ^VEET was the time, when first I felt 
 k^ The Saviour's pard'ning blood 
 Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt, 
 And bring rne home to God. 
 
 I Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, 
 His praises tun'd my tongue ; 
 And when the ev'ning shades prevaiPd. 
 His love was all my song. 
 
 3 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, 
 
 And saw his glory shine ; 
 And when I read his holy word, 
 I call'd each promise mine. 
 
 4 But now when ev'ning shade prevails, 
 
 My soul in darkness mourns ; 
 And when the morn the light reveals. 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 5 My prayers are now an empty noise, 
 
 For Jesus hides his face ; 
 I read — the promise meets my eyes. 
 But will not reach my case. 
 168 
 
CHRISTIAN. 
 
 244. 
 
 6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail, 
 And make my soul thy care ; 
 I know thy mercy cannot fail — 
 Let me that mercy share. 
 
 HYMN 244. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Portugal. Luton. 
 Prayer answered by crosses. 
 
 IASK'D the Lord, that I might grow 
 In faith, and love, and every grace : 
 Might more of his salvation know, 
 And seek more earnestly his face. 
 
 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray. 
 And he, I trust, has answer'd pray'r ; 
 But it has been in such a way, 
 As almost drove me to despair. 
 
 I hop'd that in some favorVl hour, 
 At once heM answer my request ; 
 And by his love s restraining pow'r. 
 Subdue my sins and give me rest. 
 
 Instead of this he made me feel 
 The hidden evils of my heart, 
 And let the angry pow'rs of hell 
 Assault my soul in every part. 
 
 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd 
 Intent to aggravate my wo ; 
 Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd. 
 Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 
 
 " Lord, why is this," I trembling cry'd, 
 • ; Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death T 
 '• 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, 
 " I answer pray'r for grace and faith : 
 
 " These inward trials I employ, 
 From self, and pride, to set thee free ; 
 
 15* 169 
 
M5, 246. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 And break thy schemes of earthly joy. 
 That thou may'st seek thy all in me." 
 
 HYMN 245. C. M. 
 
 Elgin. Chapel. 
 Backsliding and returning. 
 
 1 TJTOW far, alas, in sinful ways, 
 XA How far from God I've gone ; 
 And now I mourn in painful lays — 
 
 Ah ! Lord, what have i done ! 
 
 2 To sin and Satan's bold demand, 
 
 I was a willing prey ; 
 He was not readier to command, 
 Than I was to obey. 
 
 3 Perchance the tempter left my heart. 
 
 Yet still his work went on ; 
 I acted o'er his dreadful part — 
 Ah ! Lord, what have I done ! 
 
 4 Saviour, Almighty and divine, 
 
 I've slighted all thy charms ; 
 Restore me from this sad decline, 
 Nor thrust me from thy arms. 
 
 HYMN 246. C. M. 
 
 Wantage. Martyr's. 
 
 1 TFfcEAR Jesus, let thy pitying eye 
 JL^ Call back a wand'ring sheep : 
 False to my vows, like Peter, I 
 
 Would fain, like Peter, weep. 
 
 2 Now let me be by grace restor'd. 
 
 To me thy mercy shown ; 
 Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above, 
 
 Repentance to impart, 
 Grant, thro' the greatness of thy love, 
 The humble, contrite heart. 
 170 
 
CHRISTIAN. 247, 248. 
 
 4 Give, what I should have long implor'd. 
 
 A taste of love unknown ; 
 Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord. 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 5 Behold me, Saviour, from above, 
 
 Nor suffer me to die ; 
 For life, and happiness, and love, 
 Smile in thy gracious eye. 
 
 6 Speak but the reconciling word ; 
 
 Let mercv melt me down : 
 Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 HYMN 247. C. M. Newton- 
 
 Bangor. Wantage. 
 
 1 TfrLEST Saviour, by thy pow'rful word. 
 Jl3 Once night was turn'd to day : 
 
 And thy salvation joy restor'd, 
 Which I had sinn'd away. 
 
 2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd 
 
 To see thy grace divine ; 
 I felt thy love, I prais'd the Lord, 
 Who made such blessings mine. 
 
 3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own 
 
 A wretch so vile as I ? 
 May I not still approach thy throne, 
 And, Abba Father, cry I 
 
 4 Lord, speak that gracious word again. 
 
 And cheer my drooping heart ; 
 No voice but thine can sooth my pain. 
 Or bid my fears depart. 
 
 HYMN 243. S. M. Beddome, 
 
 Orange. Wirks worth. 
 Luke xix. 41. 
 
 |ID Christ o'er sinners weep I 
 And shall our cheeks be drv I 
 
 171 
 
 D 1 
 
249, 250. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 Burst forth from ev'ry eye. 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears, 
 
 Angels with wonder see ! 
 Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, 
 He shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept, that we might weep ; 
 
 Each sin demands a tear ; 
 In heav'n alone no sin is found, 
 And there's no weeping there. 
 
 HYMN 249. 7s. Madan's Col. 
 
 Finedon. Bloxham. St. John's. 
 Adieu to the vain world, 
 
 i X7J7"ORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat 
 ▼ ▼ Oft have thy deceitful charms 
 FilPd my heart with fond conceit, 
 Foolish hopes and false alarms : 
 Now I see as clear as day, 
 How thy follies pass? away. 
 
 2 Vain, thy entertaining sights ; 
 
 False, thy promises renew'd ; 
 All the pomp of thy delights 
 
 Does but flatter and delude : 
 Thee I quit for heav'n above, 
 Object of the noblest love. 
 
 3 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind 
 
 Follow after fleeting toys ; 
 Since in thee alone I find 
 
 Solid and substantia! joys: — 
 Joys that, never overpast, 
 Through eternity shall last. 
 
 HYMN 250. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Wareham. Braintree. 
 
 1 TTOW false this earth in all its forms. 
 JlI How big with flatt'rin<r lies ! 
 172 
 
CHRISTIAN. 251. 
 
 We seek to catch her airy charms, 
 And straight the phantom dies. 
 
 2 There's nothing round these painted skies. 
 
 Or on this earthly clod ; 
 Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, 
 Or lovely as thy God. 
 
 3 'Tis heav'n to taste his love, 
 
 To feel his quick'ning grace : 
 And all the heav'n I hope above, 
 Is but to see his face. 
 
 4 No — 'tis in vain to seek for bliss, 
 
 For this bliss can ne'er be found, 
 Till we arrive where Jesus is, 
 And tread on heav'nly ground. 
 
 HYMN 251 . L. M. Watts. 
 
 Blendon. Armley. Moreton. 
 
 1 TP^EAD be my heart to all below, 
 JL^ To mortal joys and mortal cares ; 
 To sensual bliss that charms us so, 
 
 Be dark mine eyes and deaf mine ear**. 
 
 2 All earthly joys are overweigh'd, 
 
 With mountains of vexatious care : 
 And where's the sweet that is not laid. 
 A bait to some destructive snare ? 
 
 3 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste 
 
 Of the fair fruit that sinners prize ; 
 Their Paradise shall never waste 
 
 One thought of mine, but to despise. 
 
 4 Come, heav'n, and fill my vast desires ; 
 
 My soul pursues the sov'reign good : 
 She was all made of heav'nly fires, 
 Nor can she live on meaner food, 
 
 173 
 
252, 253. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 HYMN 252. C. M. Stenneit. 
 
 Clarendon. Braintrce. 
 Ps. iv. 6. 
 
 1 TN vain the giddy world inquires — 
 J- Forgetful of their God — 
 
 " Who will supply our vast desires.. 
 Or show us any good !" 
 
 2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth, 
 
 Their eager wishes rove, 
 In chase of honor, wealth, and mirth. 
 The phantoms of their love. 
 
 3 But oft these shadowy joys elude 
 
 Their most intense pursuit ; 
 Or, if they seize the fancied good, 
 There's poison in the fruit. 
 
 4 Lord, from this world call off my love. 
 
 Set my affections right ; 
 Bid me aspire to joys above, 
 And walk no more by sight. 
 
 HYMN 253. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Evening Hymn. Kingsbridge. 
 Parting with carnal joys. 
 
 1 T SEND the joys of earth away ; 
 JL Away, ye tempters of the mind, 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 2 Your streams were floating me along. 
 Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
 And whilst I listen'd to your song, 
 
 Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 
 
 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 
 That warn'd me of that dark abyss ; 
 That drew me from those treach'rous seas. 
 And bade me seek superior bliss. 
 
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CHRISTIAN. 254, 255. 
 
 4 Now to the shining realms above, 
 
 I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes ; 
 Oh, for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the upper skies. 
 
 HYMN 254. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Canterbury. Bedford. 
 A refuge from the storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27. 
 
 1 ' PkEAR refuge of my weary soul, 
 JLF On thee, when sorrows rise, 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 
 
 For thou alone canst heal ; 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief, 
 For every pain I feel. 
 
 3 But O ! when gloomy doubts prevail. 
 
 I fear to call thee mine ; 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail. 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee ? 
 
 Thou art my only trust ; 
 And still my soul would cleave to thee. 
 Tho' prostrate in the dust. 
 
 HYMN 255. 7s. Cowper. 
 
 Hotham. Middleton. 
 
 1 TESUS, lover of my soul, 
 *J Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the billows near me roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high ; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide 
 
 Till the storm of life be past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 Oh, receive my soul at last ! 
 
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?56. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Lo ! I, helpless, hang on thee ; 
 Leave, Oh, leave me not alone, 
 
 Lest I basely shrink and flee : 
 Thou art all my trust and aid, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing ! 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; 
 
 Boundless love in thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint^ 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteousness, 
 Vile and full of sin I am ; 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found. 
 
 Grace to pardon all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Reign, O Lord, within my heart. 
 
 Reign to all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 256. L. M. Stenxett. 
 
 Portugal. Sterling. 
 Our bodies God's Temple. 1 Cor. vi. 19. 
 
 I A N-D will th' offended God again 
 -£jL. Return and dwell with sinful men ? 
 Will he within this bosom raise 
 A living temple to his praise ? 
 
 I The joyful news transports my breast, 
 All hail ! I cry, thou heav'nly guest ! 
 Lift up your heads, ye pow'rs within. 
 And let the Kino- of ulorv in. 
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CHRISTIAN. ->/ 
 
 Enter with all thy heav'nly train, 
 Here live, and here for ever reign ; 
 Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway ; 
 Let love command, and I'll obey. 
 
 Reason and conscience shall submit. 
 And pay their homage at thy feet ; 
 To thee I'll consecrate my heart, 
 And bid each rival thence depart. 
 
 HYMN 257. L. M. 
 
 German. Armley. Kingsbridge. 
 Prayer for grace. 
 
 OTHOU, to whose all-searching sight, 
 The darkness shineth as the light, 
 Search, prove my heart, and let it be 
 Freed from these bonds and join'd to thee. 
 
 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, 
 Nail my affections to the cross ! 
 Hallow each thought ; let all within 
 Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 
 
 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
 
 Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
 
 No foes, no violence I fear, 
 
 No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 
 
 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
 When sinking deep in waves of wo, 
 Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 
 And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 
 
 Oh, let thy hand support me still, 
 
 And lead me to thy holy hill ! 
 
 Where toil and grief, and pain shall cease. 
 
 Where all is calm, and all is peace. 
 
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258, 259. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 HYMN 258. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Plympton. Buckingham. 
 Pleasures unseen. 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 
 OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly. 
 Above these gloomy shades, 
 To those bright worlds beyond the sky. 
 Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 
 
 2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes. 
 
 Or reason's feeble ray, 
 In ever blooming prospects rise, 
 Unconscious of decay. 
 
 3 Lord, send a beam of light divine. 
 
 To guide our upward aim ! 
 With one reviving touch of thine, 
 Our languid hearts inflame. 
 
 4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing. 
 
 Our ardent wishes rise 
 To those bright scenes,where pleasures spring. 
 Immortal in the skies. 
 
 HYMN 259. S. M. Heath. 
 
 Watchman. Cambridge. 
 Watch and pr ay. Matt. xxvi. 41. 
 
 "Y soul be on thy guard; 
 Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 And hosts of sins are pressing hard. 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 .2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray. 
 The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
 Renew it boldly every day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won, 
 Nor once at ease sit down, 
 Thy arduous work will not be done. 
 
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 Till thou hast got thy crown. 
 
christian. 260, 2131, 262. 
 HYMN 260. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Wantage. Windsor. 
 
 1 A LAS, what hourly dangers rise ! 
 J\- What snares beset my way ! 
 
 B To heav'n, Oh, let me lift my eyes, 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 O Lord, increase my faith and hope. 
 
 When foes and fears prevail; 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 > Oh, keep me in thy heav'nly way. 
 And bid the tempter flee ; 
 And let me never, never stray 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
 HYMN 261. S. M. 
 
 Wirks worth. Berkley. 
 
 1 ^AVIOUR, we wait the day, 
 lO The awful day unknown, 
 
 To quit our house, this tent of clay. 
 And lay our bodies down. 
 
 2 Come, and our souls prepare 
 
 For such a solemn day ; 
 And fill us now with watchful care ? 
 And stir us up to pray — 
 
 3 Oh, may we all ensure 
 
 A lot among the blest ; 
 And watch a moment to secure 
 An everlasting rest. 
 
 HYMN 262. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Richmond. Bicester. Leyden. 
 Crucifixion to the world. Gal. vi. 14. 
 
 1 T\7"HEN I survey the wondrous cross, 
 ▼ ▼ On which the Prince of glory dy'd, 
 
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-63. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 
 And, mourning, weep o'er all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God : 
 All the vain things that charm me most, t 
 I sacrifice them to his blood ; 
 
 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet; 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown I 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 
 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 Love, so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 HYMN 263. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Virginia. Surry. Kingsbridge. 
 
 HEN I the blest Redeemer see, 
 
 1 w 
 
 All bleeding on th' accursed tree ; 
 Satan and sin no more can move, 
 For I am all transform'd to love. 
 
 2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart. 
 In ev'ry groan I bear a part ; 
 
 I view his wounds with streaming eyes ; 
 But see ! he bows his head and dies ! 
 
 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, 
 Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood : 
 Behold his side, and venture near — 
 The spring of endless life is here. 
 
 4 Here I forget my cares and pains ; 
 I drink, yet still my thirst remains : 
 Only the fountain head above 
 Can satisfy the thirst of love. 
 
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CHRISTIAN. 264, 265 
 
 HYMN 264. C. M. Newton. 
 
 New Cambridge. Rochester. 
 Christ precious. 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 1 TTOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 J-X In a believer's ear! 
 It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 1 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 By him, my pray'rs acceptance gain. 
 
 Although with sin defil'd ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 And I am own'd a child. 
 
 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
 5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim. 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 HYMN 265. 8, 7. Robinson. 
 
 Love Divine. Tabernacle. 
 Sitting at Jesus'* feet. 
 
 1 DWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
 ^P Which before the cross I spend ; 
 Life, an'd health, and peace possessing. 
 
 From the sinner's dying Friend : 
 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 
 With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
 Constant still in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
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266, 267. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 2 Truly blessed is this station — 
 
 Low before his cross I'll lie ; 
 While I see divine compassion 
 
 Floating in his languid eye ; 
 Here I'll sit — for ever viewing 
 
 Mercy streaming in his blood : 
 Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 
 
 Plead and claim my peace with God, 
 
 HYMN 266. L. M. Fawcktt. 
 
 Armley. Warwick. 
 The Christian Pilgrim. Deut. viii. 2. 
 
 1 rniHRO' this wide wilderness I roam, 
 
 J- Far distant from my blissful home : 
 My earthly joys are from me torn, 
 And oft an absent God I mourn. 
 
 2 My soul with various tempests toss'd, 
 Her fairest hopes and projects cross'd, 
 Sees ev'ry day new straits attend, 
 And wonders where the scene will end. 
 
 3 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, 
 Which leads us to the mount of God ? — 
 Are these the toils thy people know, 
 While in the wilderness below 1 
 
 4 'Tis even so— thy faithful love 
 Doth all thy children's graces prove ; 
 'Tis thus our pride and self must fall. 
 That Jesus may be all in all. 
 
 HYMN 267. C. M. 
 
 Walsal. Standi*. 
 Heb. xii. 22—24. 
 
 1 CHILDREN of God, who, traveling slow, 
 ^J Your pilgrim path pursue, 
 In strength, and weakness, joy and wo, 
 
 To God's high calling true ;— «■ 
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CHRISTIAN. 
 
 2 Why move ye thus with ling'ring tread, 
 
 A doubtful, mournful band l 
 Why faintly hangs the drooping head ? 
 Why fails the feeble hand? 
 
 3 Was the full orb that rose in light 
 
 To cheer your early way, 
 A treach'rous meteor, falsely bright. 
 That blaz'd, and pass'd away? 
 
 4 Was the rich vale that proudly shone 
 
 Beneath the morning beam, 
 
 A soft illusion, swiftly gone — 
 
 A fair and faithless dream ! 
 
 5 Oh ! weak to know a Saviour's pow'r. 
 
 To feel a father's care : 
 A moment's toil, a passing show'r, 
 Is all the grief ye share. 
 
 HYMN 268. C. M. Part II. 
 
 Keene. Abridge. 
 
 1 rriHE Lord of light, tho' veil'd awhile 
 J- He hide his noon tide ray, 
 
 Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile 
 To gild the closing day : 
 
 2 And, bursting thro' the dusky shroud 
 
 That dar'd his pow'r invest, 
 Ride thron'd in light o'er every cloud,. 
 Triumphant to his rest : 
 
 3 And there, beneath his beam renew'd. 
 
 That glorious vale shall shine, 
 So long by trembling Hope pursu'd, 
 And now for ever thine. 
 
 4 Then, Christian, dry the falling tear ; 
 
 The faithless doubt remove ; 
 Redeem'd at last from guilt and fear. 
 Oh ! wake thy heart to love. 
 
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269, 270, CHRISTIAN. 
 
 HYMN 269. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Bath. Kent. 
 
 IAS when the weary trav'ler gains 
 -/jL The height of some o'erlooking hill. 
 His heart revives, if, cross the plains, 
 He eyes his home tho' distant still ; 
 
 2 So when the christian pilgrim views, 
 
 By faith his mansion in the skies ; 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize. 
 
 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell, 
 
 With Jesus in the realms of day : 
 Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
 And he will wipe my tears away. 
 
 HYMN 270. 7s. 
 
 Condolence. Hotham. 
 
 1 "OILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin, 
 JL Haste to Zion's gate to-day; 
 There, till mercy let thee in, 
 
 Knock, and weep, and watch and pray. 
 
 2 Knock — for mercy lends an ear ; 
 
 Weep — she marks the sinner's sigh : 
 Watch — till heavenly light appear ; 
 Pray — she hears the mourner's cry. 
 
 3 Mourning Pilgrim ! what for thee 
 
 In this world can now remain I 
 Seek that world from which shall flee 
 Sorrow, shame, and tears and pain. 
 
 4 Sorrow shall for ever fly ; 
 
 Shame shall never enter there : 
 Tears be wip'd from every eye : 
 
 Pain in endless bliss expire. 
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christian. 271, 272. 
 
 HYMN 271. L. M. 
 
 Kent. Clarendon. 
 In thy light shall ice see light. Ps. xxxvi. 9. 
 
 1 T7IOUNTAIN of light, whose copious stream 
 JT Supplies the sun with every beam ; 
 Night fades before thy kindling ray, 
 
 Till all within is perfect day. 
 
 2 A beam of light and life impart, 
 To quicken and to warm my heart, 
 And bid the lucid current roll, 
 Thro' all the channels of the soul ; — 
 
 3 Till to its source above the skies, 
 The tributary stream shall rise ; 
 And, ceasing in this world to be, 
 Rejoice to lose itself in thee. 
 
 HYMN 272. 7, 6. Newton. 
 
 Fairfax. Margate. 
 
 1 ^OMETIMES a light surprises 
 ^ The Christian while he sings : 
 It is the Lord who rises, 
 
 With healing on his wings : 
 When comforts are declining. 
 
 He grants the soul again 
 A season of clear shining, 
 
 To cheer it after rain. 
 
 3 In holy contemplation, 
 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 The theme of God's salvation. 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow. 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 Let the unknown to-morrow r 
 Bring with it what it may. 
 
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273, christian. 
 
 3 It can bring with it nothing, 
 
 But he will bear us thro', — 
 Who gives the lilies clothing. 
 
 Will clothe his people too : 
 Beneath the spreading heavens, 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And he who feeds the ravens. 
 
 Will give his children bread. 
 
 4 Tho' vine nor fig-tree neither, 
 
 Their wonted fruit should bear. 
 Tho' 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. 
 
 HYMN 273. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Stade. Abridge. 
 
 1 f\ HAPPY soul, that lives on high, 
 V>F While men lie grov'ling here ! 
 His hopes are fix'd above the sky, 
 
 And faith forbids his fear. 
 
 2 His conscience knows no secret stings. 
 
 While grace and joy combine, 
 To form a life whose holy springs 
 Are hidden and divine. 
 
 3 He waits in secret on his God, 
 
 His God in secret sees ; 
 Let earth be all in arms abroad, 
 He dwells in heav'nly peace. 
 
 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen. 
 
 Beyond this world of time, 
 Where neither eyes nor ears have been. 
 
 Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 
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CHRISTIAN. 274, 275. 
 
 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne, 
 To raise his figure here, 
 Content and pleas'd to live alone, 
 Till Christ his life appear. 
 
 HYMN 274. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Edinburgh. Canterbury. 
 The hope of heaven our support. 
 
 1 "V^HEN I can read my title clear 
 
 ▼ ▼ To mansions in the skies, 
 I bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against mv soul engage. 
 
 And hellish darts be hurPd, 
 
 Then I can sijiile at Satan's rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come. 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall ; 
 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 
 My God, my heav'n, my all ; 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my w r eary soul 
 
 In seas of heav'nly rest ; 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 HYMN 275. C. If. Doddridge. 
 
 Clifford. York. Braintree. 
 The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17. 
 
 1 PTHHRICE happy souls, who, born of heav'n. 
 
 J- While yet they sojourn here, 
 Humbly begin their days with God. 
 And spend them in his fear. 
 
 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal 
 
 Prevent the dawning day ; 
 And turn the sacred pages o'er, 
 And praise thv name and prav. 
 
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276. CHRISTIAN. 
 
 3 Midst hourly cares may love present 
 
 Its incense to thy throne ; 
 And, while the world our hands employ. 
 Our hearts be thine alone. 
 
 4 At night we lean our weary heads 
 
 On thy paternal breast ; 
 And, safely folded in thine arms, 
 Resign our powers to rest. 
 
 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, 
 
 Let all my days be past ; 
 Nor shall I then impatient wish, 
 Nor shall I fear the last. 
 
 HYMN 276. 8, 7, 4. Robinson. 
 
 Tarn worth. Littleton. Helmsley. 
 The Pilgrim' ] s Guide. . Ps* xiviii. 14. 
 
 1 ^i UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 ^JT Pilgrim, thro' this barren land ; 
 I am weak, but thou art mighty, 
 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand : 
 
 Bread of heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more* 
 
 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing streams do 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 ; 
 Death of death, and hell's destruction. 
 . Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 Songs of praises 
 
 I will ever srive to thee. 
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CHRISTIAN. 277. 
 
 HYMN 277. 7, C. Wiiitefield. 
 
 Amsterdam. Hymn 5th. 
 Pilgrim's Song. 
 
 1 TJISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 
 X%/ Thy better portion trace ; 
 
 Rise from transitory things, 
 
 Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place. 
 
 San, and moon, and stars decay — 
 Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 To seats prepared above. 
 
 2 Rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Nor stay in all their course : 
 Fires ascending seek the sun, 
 
 Both speed them to their source : 
 So a soul that's born of God, 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face ; 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To rest in his embrace. 
 
 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, 
 
 While I that coast explore ; 
 Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares.. 
 
 Solicit me no more. 
 Pilgrims fix not here their home, 
 
 Strangers tarry but a night ; 
 When the last dear morn is come, 
 
 They'll rise to joyful light. 
 
 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn. 
 
 Press onward to the prize ; 
 Soon the Saviour will return, 
 
 Triumphant in the skies ; 
 There we'll join the heav'nly train, 
 
 Welcom'd to partake the bliss ; 
 Fly from sorrow and from pain, 
 
 To realms of endless peace. 
 
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 278, 279. worship. 
 
 HYMN 278. L. M. Gibbons. 
 
 Hinton. Blendon. Shoel. 
 Rising to God. 
 
 OW let our souls on wings sublime. 
 Rise from the vanities of time ; 
 Draw back the parting veil, and see 
 The glories of eternity. 
 
 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 
 
 Why should we grovel here on earth ' 
 Why grasp at transitory toys, 
 So near to heaven's eternal joys \ 
 
 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
 When we are walking back to God \ 
 For, strangers, into life we come, 
 And dying is but going home. 
 
 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
 That sets our longing souls at large ; 
 Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell. 
 And gives us with our God to dwell. 
 
 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
 Is the full heav'n enjoy'd above ; 
 And the sweet expectation now 
 
 Is the young dawn of heav'n below, 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 HYMN 279. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Windsor. Wantage. 
 Private devotion. Matt. vi. 6. 
 
 ATHER Divine, thy piercing eye 
 Sees thro' the darkest night ; 
 In deep retirement thou art nigh, 
 
 With heart-discerning sisrht. 
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WORSHIP. 
 
 230. 
 
 2 There may thy piercing eye survey 
 
 My solemn homage paid, 
 With every morning's dawning ray, 
 And every evening's shade. 
 
 3 Oh, let thy own celestial fire 
 
 The incense still inflame ; 
 While my warm vows to thee aspire, 
 Thro' my Redeemer's name. 
 
 4 So shall the visits of thy love 
 
 My soul in secret bless ; 
 So shalt thou deign, in worlds above, 
 Thy suppliant to confess. 
 
 HYMN 280. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Gouldboum. Cumberland. 
 
 1 X* ETURN, my roving heart, return 
 
 M\j And chase these shadowy forms no more 
 Seek out some solitude to mourn, 
 And thy forsaken God implore. 
 
 2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home ; 
 Retir'd and silent seek them there : 
 This is the way to overcome — 
 
 The way to break the tempter's snare. 
 
 3 O thou, great God, whose piercing eye 
 Distinctly marks each deep recess, 
 
 In these sequester'd hours draw nigh, 
 And with thy presence fill the place. 
 
 4 Thro' all the windings of my heart, 
 My search, let heav'nly wisdom guide, 
 And still its radiant beams impart, 
 Till all be search'd and purify'd. 
 
 5 Then, with the visits of thy love, 
 Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
 Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, 
 That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. 
 
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i3l, 282. worship. 
 
 HYMN 281. CM. Williams. 
 
 Retirement. Clarendon. 
 
 1 "V^TTHILST thee I seek, protecting Power! 
 
 ▼* Be my vain wishes still'd ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 With better hopes be fill'd. 
 
 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd. 
 
 To thee my thoughts would soar : 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has flow d ; 
 
 That mercy I adore. 
 J In each event of life, how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see ! 
 Each blessing to my soul most dear. 
 
 Because conferr'd by thee. 
 
 4 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear, 
 My heart shall find delight in praise.. 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour. 
 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
 Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'i\ 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 
 
 The gath'ring storm shall see ; 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear . 
 That heart will rest on thee. 
 
 HYMN 282 C. M. Cowper. 
 
 Springfield. Chapel. 
 
 1 TF^AR from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 -M- From strife and tumult far ; 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 
 His most successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade. 
 
 With pray'r and praise agree : 
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worship- 233, 284. 
 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made, 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 3 Then if thy spirit touch the soul, 
 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 Oh, with what peace and joy and love. 
 She there communes with God ! 
 
 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 
 
 Her solitary lays ; 
 Nor asks a witness of her song, 
 Nor thirsts for human praise. 
 
 HYMN 283. C. M. Steele. 
 
 St. Mary's. Walsal. 
 The request. 
 
 1 T^ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss, 
 -T Thy sov'reign will denies, 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise : — 
 
 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart. 
 
 From ev'ry murmur free : 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 And make me live to thee. 
 
 3 " Let the sweet hope that I am thine. 
 
 My life and death attend ; 
 Thy presence thro' my journey shine. 
 And crown my journey's end " 
 
 HYMN 284 C. M. 
 
 Clarendon. Newmark. 
 
 1 ^iOME Holy Ghost, my soul inspire — 
 ^-^ This one great gift impart — 
 What most I need — and most desire, 
 
 A humble, holy heart. 
 
 2 Bear witness that I'm born again, 
 
 My many sins forgiv'n : 
 
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285, 286. worship. 
 
 Nor let a gloomy doubt remain 
 To cloud my hope of heav'n. 
 3 More of myself grant I may know, 
 From sin's deceit be free, 
 
 In all the christian graces grow, 
 And live alone to thee. 
 
 HYMN 285. C. M. B. 
 
 Barby. Plymouth. 
 Evening twilight. 
 
 1 T LOVE to steal awhile away 
 A 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 3 
 
 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 heav'n ; 
 The prospect doth my strength renew 
 While here by tempests driv'n. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 286. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Armley. Bath. 
 Social prayer. 
 
 1 "^TtTHAT various hindrances we meeu 
 ▼ ▼ In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
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worship. 287. 
 
 Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, 
 
 But wishes to be often there. 
 1 Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud Withdraw ; 
 
 Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw — 
 
 Gives exercise to faith and love — 
 
 Brings ev'ry blessing from above. 
 \ Restraining pray'r — we cease to fight ; 
 
 Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright ; 
 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 
 4 Have you no words \ — Ah, think again ; 
 Words flow apace when you complain. 
 And fill your fellow-creature's ear, 
 With the sad tale of all your care. 
 
 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
 To heav'n in supplication sent — 
 Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, 
 
 " Hear what the Lord hath done for me !" 
 
 HYMN 287. S. M. Newton. 
 
 Durham. St. Thomas. 
 Importunate. Luke xviii. 1 — 7. 
 
 1 TESUS, who knows full well 
 • " The heart of ev'ry saint, 
 Invites us all our griefs to tell. 
 To pray, and never faint. 
 
 1 He bows his gracious ear — 
 We never plead in vain ; 
 Then let us wait till he appear. 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Though unbelief suggest, 
 
 " Why should we longer wait !" 
 He bids us never give him rest, 
 But knock at mercy's gate. 
 
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} 88. WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord, will hear 
 
 His chosen when they cry ; 
 Yes, though he may awhile forbear, 
 He'll help them from on high. 
 
 5 Then let us earnest cry, 
 
 And never faint in pray'r ; 
 He sees, he hears, and from on high. 
 Will make our cause his care. 
 
 HYMN 288, C. M. Montgomery 
 
 Clarendon. Brighton. 
 Behold he prayeth. Acts ix. 11. 
 
 1 T^RAY'R is the soul's sincere desire. 
 JL Unutter'd or express'd, 
 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear ; 
 The upward glancing of an eye. 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 3 Pray'r is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Pray'r the sublimest strains that reach 
 The majesty on high. 
 
 4 Pray'r is the christian's vital breath, 
 
 The christian's native air, 
 His watchword at the gate of death — 
 He enters heav'n with pray'r. 
 
 5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their songs rejoice 
 And say, — " Behold he prays.'* 
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worship. 289, 290. 
 
 HYMN 289. L. M. Hart. 
 
 Bath. Blendon. 
 Pray without ceasing. 1 Thess. v. 17. 
 
 1 TJRAY'R was appointed to convey 
 
 JL The blessings God designs to give ; 
 Long as they live should christians pray. 
 For only while they pray they live. 
 
 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress — 
 If cares distract or fears dismay — 
 If guilt deject — if sin distress, 
 The remedy's before thee — pray. 
 
 3 'Tis pray'r supports the soul that's weak ; 
 Tho' thought be broken — language lame : 
 Pray, if thou canst, or canst not speak, 
 But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 
 
 HYMN 290. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Truro. Bath. 
 Family ivorship. Gen. xviii. 19. 
 
 1 TJV4THER of all, thy care we bless, 
 
 -T Which crowns our families with peace ; 
 From thee they spring, and by thy hand, 
 They have been, and are still sustain'd. 
 
 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, 
 Be our domestic altars rais'd ; 
 
 Who, Lord of heav'n scorns not to dwell 
 With saints in their obscurest cell. 
 
 3 To thee may each united house, 
 Morning and night present its vows ; 
 Our servants there, and rising race, 
 Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 
 
 4 Oh, may each future age proclaim 
 The honors of thy glorious name ; 
 While pleas'd and thankful, we remove 
 To join the family above. 
 
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291, 292. worship. 
 
 HYMN 291. S. M. Hoskins. 
 
 Maryland. Little Marlboro'. 
 Formal. Job xxvii. 8. 
 
 1 TJ ELIGION'S form is vain, 
 -1-1' While we deny its power ! 
 What will the hypocrite obtain. 
 
 In death's tremendous hour? 
 
 2 Now he may credit gain, 
 
 And in his affluence roll ; 
 But all his profit will be pain, 
 When God shall take his soul. 
 
 3 Then, O what dread surprise, 
 
 What horror and dismay, 
 When death shall open wide his eyes.. 
 And tear his mask aw r ay ! 
 
 4 Lord, search and know my heart, 
 
 And make my soul sincere ; 
 And bid hypocrisy depart, 
 
 And keep my conscience clear, 
 
 HYMN 292. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Abridge. Christmas. 
 Ministers watch for souls. Heb. xiii. 17. 
 
 1 T ET Zion's watchmen all awake, 
 JLj And take th' alarm they give ; 
 Now let them from the mouth of God. 
 
 Their awful charge receive. 
 
 2 'Tis not a cause of small import 
 
 The pastor's care demands; 
 But what might fill an angel's heart — 
 It fill'd a Saviour's hands. 
 
 3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 
 
 Did heav'nly bliss forego; — 
 For souls, which must for ever live, 
 
 In raptures, or in wo. 
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worship. 293, 294. 
 
 4 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, 
 Their own Redeemer, see ; 
 And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
 That they may watch for Thee. 
 
 HYMN 293. H. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Bethesda. Eagle Street. 
 A sweet savor. 2 Cor. ii. 15, 16. 
 
 1 "ORAISE to the Lord on high, 
 
 JL Who spreads his triumphs wide ! 
 While Jesus' fragrant name 
 Is breath'd on every side : 
 Balmy and rich the odors rise, 
 And fill the earth, and reach the skies, 
 
 2 Ten thousand dying souls 
 
 Its influence feel — and live ; 
 Sweeter than vital air 
 
 The incense they receive : 
 They breathe anew, and rise and sing 
 Jesus, the Lord, the conqu'ring King, 
 
 3 But sinners scorn the grace, 
 
 That brings salvation nigh : 
 They turn their face away, 
 
 And faint, and fall, and die. 
 So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore — 
 For Oh! they fall to rise no more. 
 
 HYMN 294. 8, 7, 4. Kelly. 
 
 Tamworth. Helmsley. 
 Cry aloud. Isa. lviii. 1. 
 
 1 1VTEN of God, go take your stations ; 
 -UJL Darkness reigns throughout the earth: 
 Go proclaim among the nations, 
 Joyful news of heav'nly birth; 
 
 Bear the tidings 
 Of the Saviour's matchless worth. 
 
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295. worship. 
 
 2 What tho' earth and hell united, 
 
 Should oppose the Saviour's plan 1 
 Plead his cause, nor be affrighted : 
 Fear ye not the face of man : 
 
 Vain their tumult, 
 Stop his work they never can. 
 
 3 When expos'd to fearful dangers, 
 
 Jesus will his own defend : 
 Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers. 
 Jesus will appear your friend : 
 
 And his presence 
 Shall be with you to the end. 
 
 HYMN 295. L. M. 
 
 Carthage. Armley. 
 Prayer for a sick Minister. 
 
 1 £~\ THOU, before whose gracious throne. 
 ^-J We bow our suppliant spirits down ; 
 Avert thy swift descending stroke, 
 
 Nor smite the shepherd of the flock. 
 
 2 Restore him, sinking to the grave ; 
 Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save : 
 Back to our hopes and wishes give, 
 
 And bid our friend and father live. 
 
 3 Bound to each soul by tend'rest ties, 
 In every breast his image lies ; 
 
 Thy pitying aid, O God, impart, 
 
 Nor rend him from each bleeding heart 
 
 4 Yet, if our supplications fail, 
 
 And pray'rs and tears cannot prevail ; 
 Be thou his strength, be thou his stav, 
 And guide him safe to endless dav. 
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worship. 296, 297. 
 
 HYMN 296. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Buckingham. Plympton. 
 Comfort under the loss of Ministers. 
 
 l^STK^HAT — tho' the arm of conquering death 
 ▼ ▼ Does God's own house invade; 
 What — tho' the Prophet and the Priest 
 Be number'd with the dead ! 
 
 2 Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust, 
 
 The aged and the young ; 
 The watchful eye in darkness clos'd, 
 And mute the instructive tongue : 
 
 3 Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives, 
 
 New comforts to impart ; 
 His eye still guides us, and his voice 
 Still animates our heart. 
 
 4 Then let our drooping hearts revive, 
 
 And all our tears be dry ; 
 Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, 
 Which view a Saviour nigh ! 
 
 HYMN 297. S. M. Dwight. 
 
 Shirland. Watchman. 
 Love to the Church. 
 
 LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
 The house of thine abode, 
 The church our bless'd Redeemer sav'd. 
 With his own precious blood. 
 3 If e'er to bless thy sons, 
 My voice, or hands deny, 
 These hands let useful skill forsake, 
 This voice in silence die. 
 > If e'er my heart forget 
 Her welfare, or her wo, 
 Let every joy this heart forsake, 
 And every grief o'erflow. 
 
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 4 For her my tears shall fall ; 
 For her my prayers ascend ; 
 To her my cares and toils be giv'n. 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 HYMN 298. 8, 7. Newton. 
 
 Sicilian Hymn. Northampton Chapel. 
 Declension lamented. 
 
 1 |^k\CE, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd, 
 ^J Ev'ry part look'd gay and green : 
 Then thy word our spirits nourish' d, 
 
 Happy seasons we have seen ! 
 
 2 But a drought has since succeeded. 
 
 And a sad decline we see ; 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed, 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 3 Some, in whom we once delighted, 
 
 We shall meet no more below ; 
 
 Some, alas ! we fear are blighted — 
 
 Scarce a single leaf they show. 
 
 4 Dearest Spviour, hasten hither, 
 
 Thou canst make them bloom again ; 
 Oh, permit them not to wither, 
 Let not all our hopes be vain ! 
 
 HYMN 299. L. M. 
 
 Leeds. St. Catharine's. 
 
 1 jT± SUN of Righteousness divine, 
 VJ On us with beams of mercy shine, 
 Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, 
 And turn our darkness into day. 
 
 2 While mourning o'er our guilt and shame. 
 And asking mercy in thy name, 
 
 Dear Saviour, cleanse us with thy blood, 
 
 And be our Advocate with God. 
 
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worship. 300, 301 
 
 Sustain, when sinking in distress, 
 And guide us thro' this wilderness ; 
 Teach our low thoughts from earth to rise. 
 And lead us onward to the skies. 
 
 HYMN 300. C. M. 
 
 Colchester. Clarendon. 
 Isa. liii. 1. 
 
 1 TTOW few the word of God regard, 
 XX Or seek their Maker's face ! 
 
 In vain the gospel is proclaimed, 
 If not enforced by grace. 
 
 2 Almighty God, exert thy power, 
 
 And melt the stony breast ; 
 
 Then shall thy justice be ador'd, 
 
 Thy mercy stand confess'd. 
 
 3 The scorner then shall mourn in dust. 
 
 And put his sins away; 
 No more resist his Maker's hands, 
 But lift his own to pray. 
 
 HYMN 301. L. P. M. 
 
 Eaton. St. Helen's. 
 
 1 T OST in a labyrinth of sin, 
 
 -L^ Long have we wander'd to and fro. 
 The wilderness hath shut us in, 
 
 And only faith the way can show ; 
 And only pray'r can lend the clue, 
 And guide our weary footsteps through. 
 
 2 Jesus, thou sov'reign Lord of all, 
 
 The same thro' one eternal day, 
 Attend thy feeble followers' call, 
 
 And Oh, instruct us how to pray : 
 Pour out the supplicating grace, 
 And stir us up to seek thy face. 
 
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 HYMN 302. C. M. Kelly. 
 
 Arlington. Bray. 
 Amos vii. 2. 
 
 1 X> Y whom shall Jacob now arise I 
 J3 For Jacob's friends are few : 
 And, what should fill us with surprise. 
 
 They seem divided too. 
 
 2 By whom shall Jacob now arise ? 
 
 For Jacob's foes are strong, 
 I read their triumph in their eyes. 
 They think he'll fall ere long. 
 
 3 By whom shall Jacob now arise I 
 
 Can any tell by whom I 
 Sav, shall this branch that wither'd lies. 
 Again revive and bloom I 
 
 4 Lord, thou canst tell — the work is thine. 
 
 The help of man is vain — 
 On Jacob now arise and shine. 
 And he shall live again. 
 
 HYMN 303. L. M. Hide. 
 
 Moreton. Bath. Chatham. 
 Prayer for the children of the Church. 
 
 i T"kEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray 
 J_J From thy secure enclosures bound, 
 And lur'd by worldly joys away, 
 
 Among the thoughtless crowd be found : 
 1 Remember still that they are thine, 
 
 That thy dear sacred name they bear, 
 Think that the seal of love divine, — 
 The sign of cov'nant grace they wear. 
 3 In all their erring, sinful years, 
 Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be ; 
 Remember all the pray'rs and tears, 
 
 Which made them consecrate to thee. 
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WORSHIP. 
 
 304. 
 
 4 And when these lips no more can pray, 
 These eyes can weep for them no more. 
 Turn thou their feet from folly's way, 
 The wand'rers to thy fold restore. 
 
 HYMN 304. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Bath. Armley. 
 Wheatland tares. Matt. xiii. 37 — 42. 
 
 1 nnHO' in the earthly church below, 
 
 JL The wheat and tares together grow ; 
 Jesus ere long will weed the crop, 
 And pluck the tares in anger up. 
 
 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, 
 To recollect their stations here? 
 
 How much they heard, how much they knew. 
 How long among the wheat they grew ! 
 
 3 Oh ! this will aggravate their case ! 
 They perish under means of grace; 
 To them the word of life and faith 
 Became an instrument of death. 
 
 4 We seem alike when thus we meet, — 
 Strangers might think we all were wheat : 
 But to the Lord's all-searching eyes, 
 Each heart appears without disguise. 
 
 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends, 
 Some for the sake of praying friends; 
 Others, the Lord against their will, 
 Employs his counsel to fulfil. 
 
 6 But tho' they grow so tall and strong, 
 His plan will not require them long ; 
 In harvest when he saves his own, 
 The tares shall into hell be thrown. 
 
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 HYMN 305. 8, 7, 4. Newton. 
 
 Jordan. Littleton. 
 Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6. 
 
 1 ^JAVIOUR, visit thy plantation : 
 ►^ Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
 All will come to desolation, 
 
 Unless thou return again. 
 
 Lord, revive us ; 
 All our help must come from thee. 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a distance ; 
 
 Shine upon us from on high, 
 Lest, for want of thine assistance, 
 Every plant should droop and die. 
 
 3 Let our mutual love be fervent, 
 
 Make us prevalent in pray'rs ; 
 Let each one esteem'd thy servant, 
 Shun the world's bewitching snares, 
 
 4 Break the tempter's fatal power ; 
 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
 And begin from thi** good hour 
 To revive thy work afresh, 
 
 HYMN 306. L. M. Doddridge, 
 
 Derby. Carthage. Darwent. 
 Ezek. xxxvi. 37. 
 
 COME, sacred Spirit, from above, 
 And fill the coldest heart with love ; 
 Soften to flesh the flinty stone, 
 And let thy God-like pow'r be known. 
 
 2 Speak, Thou, and from the haughtiest eyes* 
 Shall floods of pious sorrow rise; 
 While all their glowing souls are borne, 
 To seek that grace which now they scorn* 
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 3 Oh, let a holy flock await, 
 Num'rous around thy temple gate, 
 Each pressing on with zeal to be, 
 A living sacrifice to thee. 
 
 4 In answer to our fervent cries, 
 Give us to see thy church arise ; 
 Or, if that blessing seem too great, 
 Give us to mourn its low estate. 
 
 HYMN 307. L. M. 
 
 Chatham. New Hundredth. 
 
 1 A Sin soft silence, vernal show'rs 
 
 -fJ^- Descend and cheer the fainting flow'rs ; 
 
 So in the secrecy of love, 
 
 Falls the sweet influ'nce from above. 
 
 2 May we this heav'nly influ'nce find, 
 In holy silence of the mind, 
 
 And every grace maintain its bloom. 
 Diffusing wide the rich perfume : 
 
 3 And lands beneath the burning sky, 
 Which now are desolate and dry, 
 Ere long the blest effusions share, 
 And sudden greens and herbage wear. 
 
 HYMN 308. L. If. Doddridge, 
 
 Limerick. Darwent. Armley. 
 Beholding transgressors. Ps. cxix. 158 ? 
 
 1 OEE human nature sunk in shame : 
 ^ See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name* 
 The Father wounded thro' the Son ; 
 The world abus'd, the soul undone. 
 
 •2 See the short course of vain delight, 
 Closing in everlasting night ; 
 In flames that no abatement know, 
 Kindled by sin the source of wo. 
 
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 309, 310. worship. 
 
 3 My God, T feel the mournful scene ; 
 My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
 And fain my pity would reclaim, 
 
 And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 
 
 4 But feeble my compassion proves, 
 And can but weep where most it loves ; 
 Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
 
 And turn these drops of grief to joy. 
 
 HYMN 309. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Geneva. Green's Hundredth. 
 Vision of the dry bones. Ezek. xxxvii. 3. 
 
 OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye. 
 See Adam's race in ruin lie ; 
 Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
 And scatters slaughter' d heaps around. 
 
 "2 And can these mould'ring corpses live? 
 And can these perish'd bones revive 1 — 
 That, mighty God, to thee is known ; 
 That wondrous work is all thine own. 
 
 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, 
 To prophesy upon the slain ; 
 
 In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
 Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 
 
 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, 
 
 Life spreads thro' all the realms of death: 
 Dry bones obey thy pow'rful voice ; 
 They move — they waken — they rejoice. 
 
 HYMN 310. C. M. Davis. 
 
 Braintree. Barby. Rochester. 
 As the Rain, $c. Isa.lv. 10, 11. 
 
 I XVEHOLD the genial showers descend 
 
 -*-* Upon the fruitful field ; 
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 What blessings in their train attend, 
 What kind effects they yield. 
 
 2 ? Tis God himself the ground prepares. 
 
 His Spirit sows the land ; 
 And ev'ry pleasant fruit it bears, 
 Is nurtur'd by his hand. 
 
 3 In vain the husbandman would toil. 
 
 And scatter seed in vain ; 
 Did not the Lord refresh the soil, 
 With gentle show'rs of rain. 
 
 4 Spirit of influence ! now descend 
 
 Like rain upon the ground ! 
 Thro' the wide world the gospel send, 
 And make its fruits abound. 
 
 HYMN 311. L. M. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Nantwich. 
 
 1 f\ SUN of Righteousness, arise, 
 v^ With gentle beams on Zion shine ; 
 Dispel the darkness from our eyes, 
 
 And souls aw r ake to life divine. 
 
 2 On all around let grace descend, 
 
 Like heav'nly dew, or copious show'rs, 
 That we may call our God our friend ; 
 That we may hail salvation ours. 
 
 HYMN 312. H. M. Scott. 
 
 Allerton. Eagle Street. Weymouth. 
 
 1 £^i IRD on, great God, thy sword. 
 vX Ascend thy conqu'ring car, 
 While justice, truth and love, 
 Maintain the holy war ; 
 Victorious thou, thy foes shalt tread, 
 And sin and hell in triumph lead. 
 
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313. WORSHIP. 
 
 2 Make bare thy potent arm, 
 
 And wing th' unerring dart, 
 
 With salutary pangs, 
 
 To each rebellious heart : 
 Then dying souls for life shall sue. 
 Num'rous as drops of morning dew. 
 
 3 Then shall the spacious earth 
 
 Beneath thy sceptre bend ; 
 
 And peace her olive-branch, 
 
 And balmy wings extend : 
 The dews of heav'n enrich the ground. 
 And Paradise shall bloom around. 
 
 HYMN 313. L. M. Strong. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Armley. 
 Prayer for opposers of revivals. 
 
 1 "OLEST Lord, behold the guilty scorn 
 JLJ Of those who hate and mock our praise ; 
 Pity their state and make them turn, 
 
 No more to walk in sinful ways. 
 
 2 Anxious we see their wretched state, 
 Who never think of heav'n or hell ; 
 They laugh and sport and court the gate. 
 Which opes where endless terrors dwell. 
 
 3 Lead them to view a sinful heart, 
 A soul all enmity to thee, 
 Destroy'd, defil'd in every part, 
 Too proud to bow, too blind to see. 
 
 4 Lead them to view a holy law, 
 Which justly dooms to endless death, 
 To feel that guilt which Jesus saw, 
 
 And pray'd 'Forgive,' with dying breath. 
 
 5 Open their eyes, unstop their ears, 
 To hear condemning justice sound ; 
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WORSHIP, 314. 
 
 Lord, change their hearts and then their tears 
 Will witness grief to all around. 
 
 6 Once we were blind, like them we strove, 
 'Till sov'reign mercy chang'd our ways ; 
 Lord, bow their wills, and make them love, 
 Then they will join our songs of praise. 
 
 HYMN 314. 8s. 
 
 Uxbridge. Lambeth. 
 
 1 A LL glory to God in the sky, 
 
 .xjL And peace upon earth be restor'd : 
 O Jesus, exalted on high, 
 
 Appear our omnipotent Lord ! 
 Who, meanly in Bethlehem born, 
 
 Didst stoop to redeem a lost race, 
 Once more to thy creatures return, 
 
 And reign in thy kingdom of grace. 
 
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 2 Oh, wouldst thou again be made known. 
 
 Again in thy Spirit descend, 
 And set up, in each of thine own, 
 
 A kingdom that never shall end ! 
 Thou only art able to bless, 
 
 And make the glad nations obey, 
 And bid the dire enmity cease, 
 
 And bow the whole world to thy sway. 
 
 o Come then to thy servants again, 
 
 Who long thy appearing to know : 
 Thy quiet and peaceable reign 
 
 In mercy establish below : 
 Vppeas'd by the charms of thy grace. 
 
 We all shall in amity join, 
 And kindly each other embrace, 
 And love with affection like thine. 
 
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 HYMN 315. C. M. Newton. 
 
 St. Ann's. Barby. 
 For Christian Conference. 
 
 1 f\ LORD, our languid souls inspire, 
 V^ For here we trust thou art ! 
 Send down a coal of heav'nly fire. 
 
 To warm each waiting heart. 
 
 2 Show us some tokens of thy love, 
 
 Our fainting hope to raise ; 
 And pour thy blessing from above, 
 
 That we may render praise. 
 5 Within these walls let holy praise, 
 
 And love and concord dwell : 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 
 
 The humble mind bestow ; 
 And shine upon us from on high, 
 To make our graces grow. 
 
 5 May we in faith receive thy word, 
 
 In faith present our pray'rs ; 
 And in the presence of our Lord, 
 Unbosom all our cares. 
 
 6 And may the gospel's joyful sound. 
 
 Enforc'd by mighty grace, 
 Awaken sinners all around 
 To come and fill the place. 
 
 HYMN 316. L. M. B ] 
 
 Portugal. Blendon. 
 Rom. viii. 14. 
 
 1 /^lOME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 ^-^ With light and comfort from above. 
 Be thou our guardian, thou our guide, 
 O'er ev'rv thought and step preside. 
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 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far 
 From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare ; 
 Lead to thy word that rules must give, 
 And teach us lessons how to live. 
 
 3 The light of truth to us display, 
 
 And make us know and choose thy way ; 
 
 Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart, 
 
 That we from God may ne'er depart. 
 
 4 Lead us to holiness, the road 
 
 That we must take to dwell with God : 
 Lead us to Christ, the living way, 
 Nor let us from his pastures stray. 
 
 5 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
 In his enjoyment to be bless'd : 
 Lead us to heav'n, the. seat of bliss, 
 Where pleasure in perfection is. 
 
 HYMN 317. L. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Portugal. Sabbaoth. 
 Beginning of worship. 
 
 1 nriHY presence, gracious God, afford — 
 JL Prepare us to receive thy word ; 
 Now let thy voice engage our ear, 
 And faith be mixt with what we hear. 
 
 •2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, 
 And fix our hearts and hopes above ; 
 With food divine may we be fed, 
 And satisfy'd with living bread. 
 
 3 To us thy sacred word apply, 
 With sov'reign power and energy ; 
 And may we in true faith and fear, 
 Reduce to practice what we hear. 
 
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HYMN 318. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Rothwell. Wells. Shoel. 
 Prayer for the presence of Christ. 
 
 1 " " ORD, in the temples of thy grace, 
 JLi Thy saints behold thy smiling face ; 
 And oft have seen thy glories shine 
 With pow'r and majesty divine : 
 
 2 But soon, alas ! thy absence mourn, 
 And pray, and wish thy kind return ; 
 Without thy life-inspiring light, 
 "Tis all a scene of gloomy night. 
 
 3 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry% 
 Our graces droop, our comforts die ; 
 Return, and let thy glories rise 
 Again, to our admiring eyes ; 
 
 4 Till fill'd with light, and joy, and love, 
 Thy courts below, like those above, 
 Triumphant hallelujahs raise, 
 
 And heav'n and earth resound thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 319. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Bray. Colchester. 
 
 1 ^lOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart 
 Vy Inspire each lifeless tongue ; 
 
 And let the joys of heav'n impart 
 Their inflirnce to our song. 
 
 2 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise 
 
 In us the heav'nly flame ; 
 Then shall our lips resound thy praise. 
 Our hearts adore thy name. 
 
 3 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine. 
 
 And fill thy dwellings here, 
 Till life, and love, and joy divine 
 
 A heav'n on earth appear. 
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 HYMN 320. L. M. Tappan. 
 
 Armley. Darwcnt. 
 
 1 XTOLY be this, as was the place, 
 Jtl To him of Padan-aram known, 
 Where Abram's God reveal'd his face, 
 
 And caught the pilgrim to the throne. 
 
 2 Oh, how transporting was the glow 
 
 That thrillM his bosom, mix'd with fear: 
 " Lo, the Eternal walks below, 
 The Highest tabernacles here !" 
 
 3 Be ours, when faith and hope grow dim, 
 
 The glories which the Patriarch saw; 
 And when we faint, may we, like him, 
 Fresh vigor from the vision draw. 
 
 4 HeavVs lightning hover'd o'er his head, 
 
 And flash'd new splendors on his view ; 
 Break forth, Oh Sun ! and freely shed 
 Glad rays upon our Bethel too. 
 
 HYMN 321. L. M. Part II. 
 
 1 TTIIS ours to sojourn in a waste, 
 
 JL Barren and cold as Shinar's ground ; 
 No fruits of Eschol charm the taste, 
 No streams of Meribah are found. — 
 
 2 But thou canst bid the desert bud, 
 
 With more than Sharon's rich display; 
 But thou canst bid the cooling flood, 
 Gush from the rock and cheer the way ; 
 
 3 We tread the path thy people trod, 
 
 Alternate sunshine, bitter tears ; 
 Go Thou before, and with thy rod 
 Divide the Jordan of our fears. 
 
 4 Be ours the song of triumph giv'n, 
 
 Angelic themes to lips of clay ; 
 
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 And ours the holy harp of heav'n, 
 Whose strain dissolves the soul away, 
 
 HYMN 322. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Moreton. Portugal. 
 
 1 I^AR from my thoughts, vain world be gone, 
 JF Let my religious hours alone : 
 
 Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ; — 
 I wait a visit, Lord, from thee ! 
 
 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure desire : 
 Come, my dear Jesus, from above, 
 And feed my soul with heav'nly love. 
 
 3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare ! 
 How sweet thine entertainments are ! 
 Never did angels taste above 
 Redeeming grace, and dying love. 
 
 HYMN 323. C. M. Hoskins. 
 
 Bray. Newmark. St. Martin's. 
 
 1 TTN thy great name, O Lord, we come 
 JL To worship at thy feet ; 
 
 Oh, pour thy Holy Spirit down 
 On all that now shall meet. 
 
 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, 
 
 To hear the Saviour's voice ; 
 Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek, 
 Now make our hearts rejoice. 
 
 3 Teach us to pray, and praise — to hear. 
 
 And understand thy word ; 
 To feel thy blissful presence near, 
 And trust our living Lord. 
 
 4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove. 
 
 And saints rejoice in thee ; 
 Let rebels be subdu'd by love, 
 And to the Saviour flee, 
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 HYMN 324. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Sterling. Bath. 
 
 1 TTAPPY the saints whose lot is cast, 
 XI Where oft is heard the gospel sound ; 
 The word is pleasant to their taste, 
 
 A healing balm for ev'ry wound. 
 3 With joy they hasten to the place, 
 
 Where they their Saviour oft have met. 
 And while they feast upon his grace, 
 Their burdens and their griefs forget. 
 3 This favor'd lot, my friends, is ours : 
 May we the privilege improve, 
 And find these consecrated hours, 
 Sweet earnests of the joys above. 
 
 HYMN 325. L. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Blendon. Leyden. 
 On opening a place of worship, 
 
 i ^i REAT God, we to thine honor raise 
 VX These walls to echo forth thy praise ; 
 Do thou, descending, fill the place 
 With choicest tokens of thy grace. 
 
 2 Here let the great Redeemer reign. 
 With all the graces of his train, 
 While power divine his word attends, 
 To conquer foes and cheer his friends. 
 
 3 And, in the great decisive day, 
 When God the nation shall survey, 
 May it before the world appear, 
 That crowds were born to glory here. 
 
 HYMN 326. 8, 7, 4. Rippow. 
 
 Littleton. Jordan. Tamworth. 
 Dis7?iission. 
 
 1 ' ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing — 
 J-4 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 
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327, 328- worship. 
 
 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 Triumph in redeeming grace ; 
 
 Oh, refresh us ! 
 Trav'ling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound : 
 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal's giv'n, 
 
 Us from earth to call away ; 
 Borne on angels' wings to heav'n, 
 
 Glad to leave our cumbrous clay.. 
 May we, ready, 
 Rise and reign in endless day ! 
 
 HYMN 327. L. M. Hart. 
 
 Chatham. Portugal. 
 
 1 TTklSMISS us with thy blessing, Lord— 
 JLF Help us to feed upon thy word; 
 
 All that has been amiss forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good — 
 Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
 Give ev'ry fettered soul release, 
 \nd bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 HYMN 328. 8s Hart. 
 
 Dismk«sion. Lambeth. 
 
 4 fllHIS God is the God we adore, 
 
 JL Our faithful, unchangeable friend ; 
 Whose love is as large as his pow'r, 
 
 And neither knows measure nor end ; 
 >*Tis Jesus, the first and the last, 
 
 Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home % 
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worship. 329, 330. 
 
 We'll praise him for all that is past, 
 And trust him for all that's to come. 
 
 HYMN 329. S. M. Hart. 
 
 Cambridge. Sicily. 
 
 1 ^kNCE more, before we part, 
 v^r We'll bless the Saviour's name. 
 Record his mercies, every heart ; 
 Sing, every tongue, the same, 
 
 3 Receive his sacred word, 
 
 And feed thereon and grow ; 
 
 Go on to seek, to know the Lord, 
 
 And practice what you know. 
 
 HYMN 330. C. M. 
 
 Colchester. Barby. Braintree. 
 Num. vi. 25, 26. 
 
 1 "INTERNAL Sun of Righteousness, 
 JLLi Display thy beams divine ; 
 Now may the glory of thy face 
 
 Upon our darkness shine. 
 
 2 Light, in thy light, Oh, may we see— 
 
 Thy grace and mercy prove — 
 Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and blest by thee. 
 The God of pard'ning love. 
 
 3 Lift up thy countenance serene, 
 
 And let each happy child 
 Behold, without a cloud between. 
 His Father reconcil'd. 
 
 4 On us the blessing now bestow. 
 
 The joy of sins forgiv'n, 
 >?weet peace and holiness below,. 
 And then the joys of heav'n. 
 
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331, 332. THE SINNER AWAKENED. 
 
 HYMN 3 1. 6, 4. Hill's Col. 
 
 Bermondsey. Bridgeton. 
 
 1 f^i LORY to God on high, 
 
 VJT Let heav'n and earth reply. 
 
 Praise ye his name ! 
 Angels his love adore, 
 Who all our sorrows bore, 
 And saints sing, evermore, 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 2 Ye, who surround the throne, 
 Cheerfully join in one, 
 
 Praising his name ! 
 Ye, who have felt his blood, 
 Sealing your peace with God, 
 Sound his dear name abroad; 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 3 Soon must we change our place. 
 Yet will we never cease 
 
 Praising his name ! 
 Still will we tribute bring, 
 Hail him our gracious King, 
 And through all ages sing, 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 THE SIGNER AWAKENED. 
 
 HYMN 332. L. M. Strong. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Armley. 
 
 1 A LAS, alas, how blind I've been, 
 J\- How little of myself I've seen ! 
 Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, 
 Thoughtless of God, whom I defy'd. 
 
 2 Oft have I heard of heav'n and hell> 
 Where bliss and wo eternal dwell ; 
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THE SINNER AWAKENED. 33c 
 
 But mock'd the threats of truth divine, 
 And scorn'd the place where angels shine. 
 
 3 My heart has long refus'd the blood 
 Of Jesus, the descending God ; 
 And guilty passion boldly broke 
 
 The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 
 
 4 Th' alluring world control'd my choice ; 
 When conscience spake, I hush'd its voice : 
 Securely laugh'd along the road, 
 
 Which hapless millions first had trod. 
 
 5 But now th' Almighty God comes near 
 And fills my soul with awful fear — 
 Perhaps I sink to endless pain, 
 
 Nor hear the voice of joy again. 
 
 HYMN 333. L. M. Hyde. 
 
 Blendon. Armley. Warwick. 
 My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen. vi. 3. 
 
 1 ^ AY, sinner, hath a voice within, 
 ^ Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, 
 Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, 
 
 And yield thy heart to God's control I 
 
 2 Hath something met thee in the path 
 
 Of worldliness and vanity, 
 And pointed to the coming wrath, 
 
 And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee I 
 
 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice, 
 
 It was the Spirit's gracious call, 
 It bade thee make the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 
 
 4 Spurn not the call to life and light ; 
 
 Regard in time the warning kind ; 
 That call thou may'st not always slight, 
 And yet the gate of mercy find, 
 
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334, 335. THE SINNER AWAKENED. 
 
 5 God's Spirit will not always strive 
 
 With hardened, self-destroying man : 
 Ye, who persist his love to grieve, 
 May never hear his voice again. 
 
 6 Sinner — perhaps tins very day, 
 
 Thy last accepted time may be ; 
 Oh, shouhl'st thou grieve him now away, 
 Then hope may never beam on thee. 
 ill N 334. C. M. 
 
 Walsal. Buckingham. 
 
 1 A ND does the Spirit kindly move 
 -£jL To wake my drowsy heart ; 
 And shall ! slight and grieve his love. 
 
 And bid him hence depart? 
 
 2 Shall I the ten*] < j r's voice believe. 
 
 And still veiix: e to pray, 
 And thus the Holj Spirit grieve, 
 And bid him go his way ? — 
 
 3 This solemn warning, once received. 
 
 I dare no long< slight ; 
 The Holy Spirit often griev'd, 
 May take s final flight. 
 
 HYMN 335. S. M. Hyde. 
 
 Shirland. St. Thomas. 
 Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. iv. 30, 
 
 1 A ND canst thou, sinner, slight 
 -ljL. The call of low divine ? 
 Shall God with tenderness invite. 
 
 And gain no thought of thine 1 
 
 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve 
 
 The Spirit from thy I »reast, 
 Till he thy wretched soul shall leave 
 With all thy sins opprest 1 
 
 3 To-day a pard'ning God 
 
 Will hear the suppliant pray : 
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THE SINNER AWAKENED. 336, 337. 
 
 To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood 
 
 Will wash thy guilt away. 
 But, grace so dearly bought, 
 
 If yet thou wilt despise, 
 Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught. 
 
 Will fill thee with surprise. 
 
 HYMN 336. C. M. 
 
 Elgin. Martyr's. Aldridge. 
 What must I do ? 
 
 1 1VTY conscious gilt is now so great. 
 -1TJL If I attempt to pray, 
 The tempter tells me yet to wait, 
 Or frights my soul away. 
 *l In painful doubt what course to try, — 
 I fear this long delay, — 
 And must I linger here and die, 
 Asham'd to ask the way'? 
 
 3 Ye Christian pilgrims, can ye tell 
 A stranger to the road, 
 The way that leads to Zion's hill, 
 To find a pard'ning God \ 
 
 HYMN 337, C. M. Hyde, 
 
 Bangor. Windsor. 
 
 1 4 H, what can I, a sinner, do, 
 -£\- With all my guilt opprest ! 
 I feel the hardness of my heart, 
 
 And conscience knows no rest. 
 
 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law 
 
 Does all my life condemn ; 
 The secret evils of my soul 
 Fill me with fear and shame. 
 
 3 How many precious Sabbaths gone, 
 
 I never can recall : 
 
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538, 339. THE SINNER AWAKENED. 
 
 And Oh, what cause have I to mourn. 
 Who misimprov'd them all ! 
 
 4 How long, how often have I heard 
 
 Of Jesus, and of heav'n ; 
 Yet scarcely listen'd to his word, 
 Or pray'd to be forgiv'n ! 
 
 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, 
 
 And grant renewing grace ; 
 For thou this flinty heart canst break, 
 And thine shall be the praise. 
 
 HYMN 338. C. M. 
 
 Standish. Buckingham. 
 Hardness of heart. 
 
 1 riiHE voice, that bids us all repent, 
 JL I hear with terror oft : 
 
 But never will this heart relent, 
 Till Jesus make it soft. 
 
 2 The charming voice of bleeding love 
 
 I hear from lips divine ; 
 Yet melting strains can never move 
 A soul so base as mine. 
 
 3 Almighty God, do thou renew 
 
 This sinful heart of stone ; 
 Sweetly my stubborn will subdue — 
 Conform it to thine own. 
 
 HYMN 339. L. M. Hart. 
 
 Bath. Moreton. 
 
 1 f\H, for a glance of heav'nly day 
 VJ To take the stubborn stone away ; 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rerid, the earth can quake. 
 The sea can roar, the mountains shake : 
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THE SINNER AWAKENED. 
 
 Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 > To hear the sorrow thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt, 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 4 But pow'r divine can do the deed, 
 And much to feel that pow'r I need ; — 
 Come, Holy Spirit, and refine, 
 And move, and melt this heart of mine. 
 
 HYMN 340. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Martyr's. Lucan. 
 Behkazzar. Dan. v. 5, 6. 
 
 1 "pOOR sinners ! little do they think 
 Jl With whom they have to do ! 
 They stand securely on the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo. 
 
 2 Chaidea's king, profanely bold, 
 
 The Lord of hosts defy'd ; 
 But vengeance soon his boasts control'd. 
 And humbled all his pride. 
 
 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, 
 
 And trembled on his throne, 
 Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall, 
 In characters unknown. 
 
 4 His pomp and music, guests and wine. 
 
 No more delight afford : 
 O sinner, ere this case be thine, 
 Begin to seek the Lord. 
 
 o The law, like this hand-writing, stands^ 
 And speaks the wrath of God ; 
 But Jesus answers its demands, 
 And cancels it with blood. 
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 34a 
 
341, 342. the sinner awakened, 
 
 HYMN 341. C. M. Strong^ 
 
 Wantage. Standish. 
 The sinner's conqrfaint. 
 
 1 " " ONG have I walk'd this dreary road* 
 JLJ Beset with darkness round ; 
 
 Nor seen, nor heard a smiling God, 
 Nor one bright moment found. 
 
 2 Others, who once did join my speech, 
 
 And mourn'd in painful lay, 
 Now, mounting up with rapture, stretch 
 To seize a heav'nly day. 
 
 3 Far left behind to feel my wo, 
 
 With hardened heart to groan, 
 Each pray'r, each struggle sinks me low- 
 Each breath repeats my moan. 
 
 4 The lengthen'd day, the gloomy night, 
 
 Draw fast the bands of grief: 
 Sometimes despair o'erclouds my sight, 
 And says, " There's no relief." 
 
 5 Then conscience thunders, Sinai flames — 
 
 I try again to rise ; 
 The trial fails, and conscience blames 
 
 My pray'rs, my tears, my cries 
 •6 'Tis thus perplex'd, forlorn, and lost. 
 
 I spend my weary days ; 
 No Jesus comes, my hopes are crost, 
 
 While others sing, and praise. 
 
 HYMN 342. L. M. Strong. 
 
 Limehouse. Wells. 
 God's answer. 
 1 ^INNER, behold, I've heard thy groan, 
 ^ I know thy heart, thy life I've known ; 
 I've seen thy hope from grace proclaim'd ; 
 Thy trembling fear when Sinai flam'd. 
 
THE SINNER AWAKENED. >4 ' 
 
 3 To me, the mighty God, attend, 
 In me, behold the sinner's friend ; 
 'Twas I who gave thy conscience voice. 
 Thou hast oppos'd by sinful choice. 
 
 <3 Think not to bribe my sovereign grace, 
 Nor move me by a sorrowing face ; 
 'Tis thine own heart makes grace delay, 
 And hides a pard'ning glorious day. 
 
 4 Mov'd by thy fear, and not by love, 
 Thy daily pray'rs are sent above ; 
 Thou hast not wish'd my will to meet, 
 Nor lain submissive at my feet. 
 
 5 Should thy proud will at length submit. 
 With holy sorrow deeply smit, 
 
 Thy voice would be the first to say, 
 I'm glorious in this long delay. 
 Stay, sinner, cease my grace to chide, 
 Nor think thy moan such sin can hide 
 Delay no more, repent and live. 
 Or meet the death my wrath must give. 
 
 HYMN 343. H M. 
 
 Eagle Street. Bethesda. 
 Who can tell ? Jonah iii. 9. 
 
 1 |^1 REAT God to thee I make 
 VI" My sins and sorrows known : 
 
 And with a trembling heart 
 Approach thine awful throne ; 
 Tho' by my sins deserving hell, 
 I must repent — for who can tell I— 
 
 2 O thou, who by a word 
 
 My drooping soul canst cheer, 
 And by thy Spirit form 
 
 Thy glorious image there — 
 My heart subdue, my fears dispel, 
 I must repent — for who can tell? — 
 
J44. 
 
 CONVICTION. 
 
 3 While conscience thunders loud, 
 
 To thee alone I fly — 
 Fall down before thy face — 
 And mightily will cry — 
 Tho' fears prevail that I shall dwell 
 In endless flames — yet who can tell I 
 
 4 God hath an ear to hear, 
 
 While I've a heart to pray — 
 To him I will submit, 
 And give myself away : 
 If he be mine, all will be well, 
 For ever so — and who can tell I 
 
 CONVICTION. 
 
 HYMN 344. S. M. Cowper, 
 
 Bridgeport. Wirksworth. 
 
 1 1VTY former hopes are fled, 
 1TJL My terror now begins ; 
 I feel, alas ! that I am dead 
 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
 2 Ah, whither shall I fly I 
 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 But sure, a friendly whisper says, 
 " Flee from the wrath to come.'* 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm'ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for me. 
 To save me from despair. 
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CONVICTION, M5 r 04(1 
 
 5 Forerunner of the sun, 
 
 It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 HYMN 345- S. M. Toplady. 
 
 Shirland. St. Thomas. 
 The heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Matt. xv. 19. 
 
 1 A STONISH'I) and distress'd, 
 jljL I turn mine eyes within ; 
 
 My heart with loads of guilt opprest. 
 The seat of ev'ry sin. 
 
 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, 
 
 What vile affections there ! 
 Distrust, presumption, artful guile. 
 Pride, envy, slavish fear. 
 
 > Almighty King of saints, 
 These tyrant lusts subdue ; 
 Expel the darkness of my mind. 
 And all my pow'rs renew. 
 
 4 This done, my cheerful voice 
 Shall loud hosannas raise; 
 My soul shall glow with gratitude. 
 My lips proclaim thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 346. L. M. 
 
 Carthage. Darwent. 
 
 1 ^^H, that my load of sin were gone ' 
 VJ Oh, that I could at last submit ! 
 At Jesus' feet to lay me down — 
 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 
 
 2 Rest for my soul I long to find — 
 
 Saviour, if mine indeed thou art, 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And stamp thine image on my hearr. 
 20* 229 
 
347, 348. conviction. 
 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 347. S. M. Newton 
 
 Guilford. Little Marlboro.' 
 
 1 fk LORD, how vile am I, 
 VJ Unholy and unclean ! 
 How can I dare to venture nigh 
 
 With such a load of sin ! 
 
 2 Is this polluted heart 
 
 A dwelling fit for thee ? 
 Swarming, alas ! in ev'ry part. 
 What evils do I see ! 
 
 3 If I attempt to pray, 
 
 And raise my soul on high, 
 My thoughts are hurry'd fast awa\ , 
 For sin is ever nigh. 
 
 4 If in thy word I look, 
 
 Such darkness fills my mind, 
 I only read a sealed book, 
 But no relief can find. 
 
 5 Thy gospel oft I hear, 
 
 But hear it still in vain : 
 Without desire, or love, or fear, 
 Harden'd I still remain. 
 
 6 And must I then indeed 
 
 Sink in despair and die I 
 Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 
 For such a wretch as I. 
 
 HYMN 348. C. M. 
 
 Dundee. Barb v. 
 Luke vii. 37—50. 
 
 1 "OEHOLD the tears that Mary shed— 
 My Her many sins forgiv'n ! 
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conviction. 349. 
 
 Her doubts and darkness all are fled, 
 In peaceful hope of heav'n. 
 
 2 When o'er the Saviour's feet in pray'r 
 
 She pour'd a flood of grief, 
 And dry'd them with her flowing hair, 
 How soon she found relief! 
 
 3 Say, burden'd soul, whose num'rous sins 
 
 In dark array are set ; 
 What canst thou do to mitigate 
 The terrors of thy debt 1 
 
 4 Canst thou not love the friend who died 
 
 That burden to assume ? 
 Who shrunk not from the crown of thorns^ 
 The scourge — the cross — the tomb ] 
 
 5 If heavy is thy weight of guilt, 
 
 Thy love must greater be — 
 Then He, whose blood for man was spilt. 
 Will shed his peace on thee. 
 
 HYMN 349. C. ML Haweis. 
 
 St. Ann's. Tempest. 
 God our hiding-place. Ps. xxxii. 7. 
 
 1 "^ST^THEN low'ring clouds deform the sky, 
 
 ▼ ▼ And darkness thickens round, 
 Sudden the forked lightnings fly, 
 Loud thunders rock the ground : 
 
 2 The howling blasts, impetuous, sweep 
 
 The desolated plain ; 
 The frighted beasts to covert creep ; 
 Home flies the trembling swain ! 
 
 3 But louder thunders o'er my head. 
 
 My heart with terror fill ; 
 And storms of wrath divine I dread. 
 Which soul and bodv kill ! 
 
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350- CONVICTION. 
 
 4 See, on the whirlwind's rapid wing.. 
 
 The King of terrors ride, 
 
 And with him desolation bring ! 
 
 Myself where can I hide I 
 
 5 " Haste, sinner ! haste," the Saviour cry'd. 
 
 " Behold my wounded form ! 
 The cleft of my deep-pierced side 
 Shall hide thee from the storm." 
 
 HYMN 350. 7s. 
 
 Magdalen. Pastoral Duet. 
 Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 1 /^lOME, ye weary sinners, come, 
 ^^ All, who feel your heavy load : 
 Jesus calls the wand'rers home ; 
 
 Hasten to your pard'ning God, 
 Come, ye guilty souls opprest, 
 
 Answer to the Saviour's call : 
 " Come, and I will give you rest : 
 
 Come, and I will save you all." 7 
 
 2 Jesus, — full of truth and love, 
 
 We thy kindest call obey, 
 Faithful let thy mercies prove, 
 
 Take our load of guilt away. 
 Weary of this war within, 
 
 Weary of this endless strife. 
 Weary of ourselves and sin, 
 
 (Weary of a wretched life. 
 3 Burden'd with a world of grief, 
 Burden'd with our sinful load, 
 Burden'd with this unbelief, 
 
 Burden'd with the wrath of God, 
 Lo we come to thee for ease, 
 
 True and gracious as thou art ; 
 Now our weary souls release, 
 Write forgiveness on our heart. 
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conviction. 351, 352. 
 
 HYMN 351. 7s. Newton. 
 
 Middleton. Hotham. 
 Sin bewailed. 
 
 1 ^iOME, my soul, thy suit prepare 
 ^y Jesus loves to answer pray'r ; 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 
 Rise and ask without delay. 
 
 2 With my burden I begin ; 
 Lord ! remove this load of sin ! 
 Let thy blood for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 •3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest, 
 
 Take possession of my breast ; 
 
 There thy sov'reign right maintain. 
 
 And without a rival reign. 
 4 Show T me what I have to do, 
 
 Ev'ry hour my strength renew ; 
 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 
 Let me die thy people's death. 
 
 HYMN 352. C. M. Newton* 
 
 Windsor. Standish. 
 Prayer for spiritual healing. 
 
 1 ripHOU great Physician of the soul, 
 
 JL To thee I bring my case ; 
 My raging malady control, 
 And heal me by thy grace. 
 
 2 Help me to state my whole complaint : 
 
 But where shall I begin I 
 Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint 
 That worst distemper — sin. 
 
 3 It lies not in a single part, 
 
 But thro' my soul is spread ; 
 And all the affections of my heart 
 By sin are captive led. 
 
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353, 354. conviction. 
 
 4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, 
 
 Tumultuous in my breast ; 
 Which indispose me for my food, 
 And rob me of my rest. 
 
 5 Thou great Physician hear my cry, 
 
 And set my Spirit free ; 
 Let not a trembling sinner die, 
 Who longs to live to thee. 
 
 HYMN 353. C. M. Cowpek. 
 
 York. Walsal. 
 
 1 TTEAL us, Immanue], here we stand, 
 JLX Waiting to feel thy touch ; 
 
 To wounded souls stretch forth thine hand. 
 Blest Saviour we are such. 
 
 2 Remember him who once apply'd, 
 
 With trembling for relief; 
 "Lord, I believe," with tears, he cry'd, 
 "Oh, help my unbelief." 
 
 3 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, 
 
 And healing virtue stole, 
 Was answer'd, " Daughter, go in peace, 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole." 
 
 4 Like her, with hopes and fears we come. 
 
 To touch thee if we may ; 
 Oh, send us not despairing home, 
 Send none unheal'd away. 
 
 HYMN 354. C. M. Brown. 
 
 Bangor. Wantage. 
 Sinners pleading for mercy. 
 
 1 "T ORD, at thy feet we sinners lie, 
 J-^ And knock at mercy's door ; 
 With heavy heart and downcast eye. 
 Thy favor we implore. 
 
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CONVICTION. 35&. 
 
 J Without thy grace, we sink opprest 
 Down to the gates of hell ; 
 Oh, give our troubled spirit rest, 
 Our gloomy fears dispel. 
 
 3 "Tis mercy, mercy we implore ; 
 
 Oh, may thy bowels move : 
 Thy grace is an exhaustless store. 
 And thou thyself art love. 
 
 4 In mercy now, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 Our many sins forgive ; 
 Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, 
 And breaking soon relieve. 
 
 5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend. 
 
 And thy dominion own ; 
 
 Nor let a rival more pretend 
 
 To repossess thy throne. 
 
 HYMN 355. 8, 7. Turner. 
 
 Sicilian Hymn. Love Divine. 
 
 1 I~ESUS, full of all compassion, 
 
 •J Hear thy humbe suppliant's cry ; 
 Let me know thy great salvation, 
 See, I languish, faint, and die. 
 
 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
 
 Overwhelm'd with helpless grief — 
 Prostrate at thy feet repenting — 
 Send, O send me quick relief! 
 
 3 Whither should a wretch be flying. 
 
 But to him who comfort fives'? 
 Whither, from the dread of dying, 
 But to him who ever lives 1 
 
 4 Sav'd — the deed shall spread new glory 
 
 Thro 5 the shining realms above ; 
 Vngels sing the pleasing story, 
 All enraptur'd with thy love. 
 
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356, 357. conviction. 
 
 HYMN 356. L. M. Parnell. 
 
 Brunswick. Putney. 
 
 1 ^7S7"ITH kind compassion hear my cry. 
 
 tv O Jesus, Lord of life, on high ! 
 And on thy servant's drooping head, 
 The dews of blessings sweetly shed. 
 
 2 Change all my sad complaints to ease. 
 To cheerful notes of endless praise ; 
 A sense of pard'ning favor give, 
 
 And raise my mind and bid me live. 
 
 3 My fears of danger while I breathe, 
 My dread of endless hell beneath, 
 My sense of sorrow for my sin, 
 
 To springing comfort change within, 
 
 4 Be not to me a Judge severe, 
 
 For so thy presence who can bear \ 
 But Oh, regard my mournful cry, 
 And look with mercy's gracious eye. 
 
 5 Then grant, O Lord, that I may burn 
 To make my Saviour some return ; 
 And be my heart inspir'd to rise, 
 
 On wings of love to yonder skies. 
 
 HYMN 357. L. ML 
 
 Armley. Surry. 
 A sinner submitting to God. 
 
 1 *V/lu r EARY of struggling with my paiu, 
 
 ▼ T Hopeless to burst this sinful chain, 
 At length I give the contest o'er, 
 And seek to free myself no more. 
 
 2 From my own works at last I cease — 
 God that creates must seal my peace ; 
 Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, 
 Unless thy sovereign grace I share. 
 236 
 
CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 358, 359. 
 
 3 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; 
 I see my sin, but do not feel ; 
 Nor shall I till thy Spirit blow, 
 And bid th' obedient waters flow ; 
 
 *4 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, 
 Thy gifts I only can receive ; 
 Here then to thee I all resign, — 
 To draw, redeem, and seal is thine. 
 
 HYMN 358. L. M. Ckuttenden. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Darwent. 
 
 i F OWN my guilt, my sins confess ; 
 J- Can men or devils make them more ? 
 Of crimes already numberless, 
 
 Vain the attempt to swell the score. 
 
 2 Were the black list before my sight, 
 
 While I remember thou hast dy'd, 
 'Twill only urge my speedier flight, 
 To seek salvation at thy side. 
 
 3 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down, 
 
 To thee reveal my guilt and fear, 
 And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, 
 I'll be the tirst who perish'd there. 
 
 CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 
 
 HYMN 359. C. M. Strong. 
 
 Wantage. Martyr's. 
 Slain and reriring. Rom. vii. 9. 
 
 SMOTE by the law, I'm justly slain ; 
 Great God, behold my case : 
 Pity a sinner fill'd with pain, 
 Nor drive me from thy face. 
 
 21 237 
 
360. CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 
 
 2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul — 
 
 Thy justice, all in flames, 
 Gives sentence on this heart so foul, 
 So hard, so full of crimes. 
 
 3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel ; 
 
 I fear, but don't relent, — 
 Perhaps of endless death the seal : 
 Oh, that I could repent! 
 
 4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile ; 
 
 My duties black with guilt ; 
 On such a wretch can mercy smile, 
 Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt I 
 
 5 Speechless I sink to endless night, 
 
 I see an op'ning hell ; 
 But lo! what glory strikes my sight! 
 Such glory who can tell ! 
 
 6 Enrapt in these bright beams of peace, 
 
 I feel a gracious God : 
 Swell, swell the note : Oh, tell his grace : 
 Sound his high praise abroad ! 
 
 HYMN 360. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Tamworth. Jordan. Littleton. 
 The surrender. 
 
 1 X7ETELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer. 
 
 ▼ T Welcome to this heart of mine : 
 Lord, I make a full surrender, 
 
 Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine, 
 
 Thine entirely, 
 Thro' 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! 
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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 361, 362. 
 
 HYMN 361. L. M. Livingstone. 
 
 Lutner's Hymn. Bath. 
 Conviction and conversion, Ps. cvii. 17 — 20. 
 
 1 rTIHE sinner's flatt'ring dreams are fled. 
 
 JL Destruction hovers o'er his head ; 
 And conscience throws her darts around. 
 And poison rankles in each wound. 
 
 2 Despair and death his heart assail. 
 And all his hopes of comfort fail ; 
 Till, deeply humbled in the dust, 
 He owns his punishment is just. 
 
 3 Then Penitence beside him stands, 
 With brow severe, but healing hands; 
 The wounds she probes, the balm applies. 
 To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs. 
 
 4 To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears, 
 And Mercy's radiant form appears ; 
 She whispers peace and hope within, 
 His sorrows cease — his joys begin. 
 
 HYMN 362. C. M. Hoskins. 
 
 Buckingham. Wantage. 
 The Jailor. Acts. xvi. 30,31. 
 
 1 " "V^TTHAT must I do," the jailor cries. 
 
 ▼ ▼ " To save my sinking soul !" 
 " Believe in Christ," the word replies, 
 " Thy faith shall make thee whole." 
 
 2 Our works are all the works of sin, 
 
 Our nature quite deprav'd: 
 Jesus alone can make us clean ; — 
 By grace are sinners sav'd. 
 
 3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust, 
 
 To wash you in his blood ; 
 
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363, 364. conviction and conversion. 
 
 And change your hearts, subdue your lust. 
 And bring you home to God. 
 
 HYMN 363. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Barby. Mear. 
 Heart taken. Luke xi. 21, 22. 
 
 1 PTHHE castle of the human heart, 
 
 JL Strong in its native sin, 
 
 Is guarded well in every part, 
 
 By him who dwells within. 
 
 2 For Satan there in arms resides, 
 
 And calls the place his own ; 
 With care against assaults provides. 
 And rules as on a throne. 
 
 3 But Jesus, stronger far than he. 
 
 In his appointed hour, 
 Appears to set his people free 
 From the usurper's pow'r. 
 
 4 " This heart I bought with blood," he cries. 
 
 " And now it shall be mine ;" 
 His voice the strong man arm'd dismays : 
 He knows he must resign. 
 
 5 In spite of unbelief and pride, 
 
 And self and Satan's art, 
 The gates of brass fly open wide, 
 And Jesus wins the heart. 
 
 HYMN 364. S. M. S. 
 
 St. Thomas. Dover. 
 
 1 "OENEATH the pois'nous dart 
 J3 Of Satan's rage I fell- 
 How narrowly my feet escap'd 
 
 The snares of death and hell ! 
 
 2 Darkness, and shame, and grief 
 
 Oppress'd my gloomy mind ; 
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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 36& 
 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 3 At length, to God I cry'd ; 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh ; 
 He heard, and instantly he sent 
 Salvation from on high. 
 
 4 Oh, may I ne'er forget 
 
 The mercy of my God ! 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
 HYMN 365. 8, 7. Newton. 
 
 Northampton Chapel. Sicilian H. 
 Bart i mens. Mark x. 48. 
 
 1 " iyi"ERCY, O thou son of David !" 
 -LTJL Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd ; 
 " Others by thy word are saved, 
 Now to me afford thine aid." 
 
 1 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 
 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Tho' by begging us'd to live ; 
 But he ask'd, and Jesus granted 
 Alms which none but he could give. 
 
 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness. 
 
 " Let my eyes behold the day !" 
 Straight he saw, and won by kindness. 
 Follow'd Jesus in the way. 
 
 5 Oh ! methinks, I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around ; 
 M Friends, is not my case amazing? 
 What a Saviour I have found ! 
 
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366, 367. conviction and conversion. 
 
 6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him. 
 And would be advis'd by me ! 
 Surely they would hasten to him, 
 He would cause them all to see." 
 
 HYMN 366. L. M Newton 
 
 Blendon. Bath. 
 The happy change. 
 
 1 TN sin by blinded passions led, 
 
 JL In search of fancied good we range ; 
 The paths of disappointment tread, 
 To nothing fix'd — but love of change. 
 
 2 But, when the Holy Ghost imparts 
 A knowledge of the Saviour's love; 
 Our wandering, weary, restless hearts, 
 Are then renew'd, no more to rove. 
 
 3 Now a new principle takes place, 
 Which guides and animates the will ; 
 This love, another name for grace, 
 Constrains to good and bars from ill. 
 
 4 By love's pure light we soon perceive 
 Our noblest bliss and proper end ; 
 And gladly ev'ry idol leave, 
 
 To love and serve our Lord and Friend. 
 
 HYMN 367. C. P. M. Ockum. 
 
 Ganges. Chapel. Willoughby. 
 
 AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, 
 My soul in bonds of guilt I found. 
 And knew not where to go ; 
 Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
 " The sinner must be born again v . 
 Or sink to endless wo." 
 & When to the law I trembling fled.. 
 It pour'd its curses on my head, 
 
 I no relief could find ; 
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CONVICTION A\D CONVERSION. 368, 
 
 This fearful truth increas'd my pain, 
 11 The sinner must be born again," 
 
 And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 
 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, 
 And guilt lay heavy on my soul, 
 
 A vast, oppressive load ; 
 Alas, I read, and saw it plain, 
 11 The sinner must be born again,'* 
 
 Or drink the wrath of God. 
 The saints I heard with rapture tell, 
 How Jesus conquer'd Death and Hell. 
 
 And broke the fowler's snare ; 
 Yet, when I found this truth remain. 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 
 I sunk in deep despair. 
 
 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
 
 The gracious Saviour pass'd this way. 
 
 And felt his pity move ; 
 The sinner, by his justice slain, 
 Now by his grace is born again, 
 
 And sings redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 368. C. M. 
 
 Colchester. Barby. 
 The Prodigal Luke xv. 11—24. 
 
 HANKLESS— the Prodigal receives 
 The bounty of his Sire, 
 Rejoicing only in the hope 
 To have his own desire. 
 And far from home, in climes of vice.. 
 
 He joins the heedless throng; 
 Begins in pleasure to rejoice, 
 
 And chants the mirthful son<r. 
 But lo, the famine coming on, 
 Now dies the song profane ; — 
 
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369, 370. conviction and conversion. 
 
 The youth beholds his substance gone. 
 And begs the husk in vain. 
 
 4 The terrors of the world to come 
 Have struck his pleasures dead — 
 And far from God — and far from home. 
 His every friend has fled. 
 
 HYMN 369. C. M. Part II. 
 
 Wantage. Buckingham. 
 Returning. 
 
 1 njlHE Prodigal, with streaming eyes. 
 
 JL From folly just awake, 
 Reviews his wand'rings with surprise : 
 His heart begins to break. 
 
 2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear 
 
 The famine in this land ; 
 While servants of my Father share 
 The bounty of his hand. 
 
 3 With deep repentance I'll return 
 
 And seek my Father's face ; 
 Unworthy to be call'd a son, 
 I'll ask a servant's place. 
 
 4 Far off He saw him slowly move. 
 
 In pensive silence mourn ; 
 The Father ran with arms of love 
 To welcome his return. 
 
 5 Thro' all the courts the tidings flew, 
 
 And spread the joy around ; 
 The angels tun'd their harps anew; 
 The Prodigal is found ! 
 
 HYMN 370. C. M. Part III. H. 
 
 Clarendon. Barby. 
 
 1 IVJY soul !- — thy hasty censure spare. 
 U-I- Repress the bitter tone, — 
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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. 371. 
 
 Forbear thy brother's faults to judge, — 
 And watchful, scan thy own. 
 
 I Hast thou th' unwearied gifts of heaven 
 Beheld with thoughtless pride? 
 Ungratefully their blessings shar'd, 
 Or madly misapply'd ! — 
 
 3 In the " far country" of thy sin, 
 
 Hast thou perceiv'd with pain, 
 The evils of thy wayward course. 
 And sought thy God again? 
 
 4 And was thy penitence receiv'd, 
 
 And was the rebel lov'd ! — 
 Then, with the Prodigal, adore 
 The mercy thou hast prov'd. 
 
 HYMN 371. S. M. 
 
 Shirland. Orange. Wirks worth. 
 The sinner cured. John v. 2 — 9. 
 
 1 T>ESIDE the gospel pool, 
 JLf Appointed for the poor, 
 From year to year a sinful soul 
 
 Has waited for a cure, 
 
 2 The voice of one unknown, 
 
 Advancing where he lay, 
 Bespoke him in a gentle tone, 
 And thus it seem'd to say : 
 
 3 " Poor, sinful, dying soul, 
 
 Why linger here and die 1 
 Only consent to be made whole, 
 You need no longer lie. 
 
 4 " The Saviour passing by, 
 
 Well knows your sinking state, 
 And while the Saviour is so nigh, 
 The sinner need not wait," 
 
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372. THE CONVERT. 
 
 5 That voice dispell'd the charm, 
 
 His fatal slumbers broke ; 
 He saw his sins with fresh alarm. 
 And fear'd the vengeful stroke. 
 
 6 Unable to endure, 
 
 He call'd for aid divine — 
 The great Physician wrought the cure 
 That guilty soul was mine. 
 
 THE CONVERT. 
 
 HYMN 372. L. M. Tatlock. 
 
 Surry. Armley. 
 
 1 TjlAR from thy fold, O God, my feet 
 JF Once mov'd in error's devious maze, 
 Nor found religious duties sweet, 
 
 Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways. 
 
 2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee 
 
 The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve ; 
 And gently drew my soul to thee, 
 With cords of sweet, eternal love. 
 
 3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, 1 fly, 
 
 And low in self-abasement fall ; 
 A vile, a helpless worm, I lie, 
 And thou, my God, art all in all. 
 
 4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart, 
 
 Than all the joys that earth can give ; 
 From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part. 
 Beneath thy countenance to live 
 
 5 And when, in smiling friendship drest, 
 
 Death bids me quit this mortal frame. 
 Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast, 
 
 My latest breath shall bless his name. 
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THE CONVERT. 373. 
 
 tf Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise, 
 And soar above yon starry spheres, 
 Join the full chorus of the skies, 
 
 And sing thy praise thro' endless years. 
 
 HYMN 373. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Clifford. Bradford. 
 Old things passed away. 2 Cor. v. 17. 
 
 1 " ET carnal minds the world pursue, 
 JLi It has no charms for me ; 
 
 Once, I admir'd its trifles too, 
 But grace has set me free, 
 
 2 Its fading charms no longer please, 
 
 No more content afford ; 
 Far from my heart be joys like these. 
 Now I have seen the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of op'ning 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, and love, and gracious voice. 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I woulcf be thine alone. 
 
 And wholly live to thee ; 
 But may I hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthless worm like me ! 
 
 6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst, 
 
 I cannot doubt thy will ; 
 For, if thou hadst not lov'd me first, 
 I had refus'd thee still. 
 
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374, 375. THE CONVERT. 
 
 J N 
 
 HYMN 374. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Kent. Bath. Truro. 
 
 O more I ask, or hope to find, 
 Delight or happiness below : 
 Sorrow may well possess the mind, 
 That feeds where thorns and thistles grow . 
 
 2 The joy that fades is not for me.. 
 I seek immortal joys above ; 
 There, glory without end shall be 
 The bright reward of faith and love. 
 
 3 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, 
 Contented, lick your native dust ; 
 
 But God shall fight, with all his storms. 
 Against the idol of your trust. 
 
 HYMN 375. S. M. Hammond. 
 
 Nativity. Peckham. 
 Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3. 
 
 1 A WAKE, and sing the song 
 -XjL Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
 Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue. 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love ; 
 
 Sing of his rising pow'r ; 
 Sing, how he intercedes above, 
 For those whose ^irij§ he bore. 
 
 3 Sing, till we feel our heart 
 
 Ascending with our tongue ; 
 
 Sing, till the love of sin depart. 
 
 And grace inspire our song. 
 
 4 Sing on your heav'nly way, 
 
 Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day. 
 In Christ, th' eternal Kino-. 
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THE CONVERT. 376, 377. 
 
 5 Soon shall we hear him say, 
 
 "Ye blessed children come ;" 
 Soon will he call us hence away, 
 And take his wand'rers home. 
 G Soon shall our raptur'd tongue 
 His endless praise proclaim ; 
 And sweeter voices tune the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 376. C. M. 
 
 Clifford. St. Martin's. 
 
 1 ^\H, fou a thousand tongues to sing 
 vJ My dear Redeemer's praise ; 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 3 My gracious Master, and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread thro' all the earth abroad 
 
 The honors of thy name. 
 .} JESUS, the name that calms our fears. 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 ? Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin, 
 
 He sets the pris'ner free ; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean > 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
 5 Let us obey, we then shall know, 
 
 Shall feel our sins forgiv'n : 
 Anticipate our heav'n below, 
 And own that love is heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 377. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 York. St. Ann's. 
 Returning to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 10. 
 
 1 ^II^G, ye redeemed of the Lord, 
 •^ Your great Deliv'rer sinsr : 
 
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378. THE CONVERT. 
 
 Pilgrims for Zion's city bound. 
 Be joyful in your King. 
 
 2 A hand divine shall lead you on r 
 
 Through all the blissful road : 
 Till to the sacred mount you rise. 
 And see your smiling God. 
 
 3 The garlands of immortal joy 
 
 Shall bloom on ev'ry head ; 
 While sorrows, sighing, and distress, 
 Like shadows, all are fled. 
 
 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 
 
 Pursue his footsteps still ; 
 And let the prospect cheer your eye. 
 While laboring up the hill. 
 
 HYMN 378. 7s. Cennick. 
 
 Pilgrim's Hymn. Somerset. Middleton. 
 
 1 |^HILDREN of the heav'nly King, 
 V^ As ye journey, sweetly sing; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 Ye are traveling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod, 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, 
 You near Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
 There your seats are now prepared. 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land ; 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's son. 
 Bids you undismay'd, go on. 
 
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THE CONVERT. 379, 380. 
 
 5 Lord ! submissive make us go 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thou our Leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 HYMN 379. L. M. Livingstone. 
 
 Blendon. Portugal. 
 Ps. ciii. 1 — 4. 
 
 1 1VTY soul, with humble fervor raise 
 JLTX To God the voice of grateful praise ; 
 And every mental power combine, 
 
 To bless his attributes divine. 
 
 2 Deep on my heart let mem'ry trace 
 His acts of mercy and of grace ; 
 Who, with a Father's tender care, 
 Sav'd me when sinking in despair : 
 
 3 Gave my repentant soul to prove 
 The joy of his forgiving love ; 
 Pour'd balm into my bleeding breast, 
 And led my weary feet to rest, 
 
 HYMN 380. 8, 7. Wingrove. 
 
 Sicilian. Love Divine. 
 
 1 XT AIL, my ever blessed Jesus, 
 XJL Only thee I wish to sing ; 
 To my soul thy name is precious, 
 
 Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav'n, 
 
 Oh, what joy and happiness ! 
 Love I much ! — I've much forgiv'n — 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin, 
 
 UnconcernM in sin I lay ; 
 Swift destruction still pursuing, 
 Till my Saviour pass'd that way. 
 
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381. THE CONVERT. 
 
 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n, 
 
 My Redeemer's tenderness ! 
 Love I much I — I've much forgiv'n — 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir ; 
 
 Praise the Lamb enthron'd above ; 
 While astonish'd, I admire 
 
 God's free grace and boundless love. 
 
 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, 
 
 Fill'd my soul with joy and peace ; 
 Love I much? — I've much forgiv'n — 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 HYMN 381. L. M. Kelly. 
 
 St. Catharine's. Portugal. 
 
 1 " " HEAR a voice that comes from far ; 
 JL From Calvary it sounds abroad ; 
 
 It sooths my soul, and calms my fear : 
 It speaks of pardon bought with blood, 
 
 2 And is it true, that many fly 
 
 The sound that bids my soul rejoice ; 
 And rather choose in sin to die, 
 Than turn an ear to mercy's voice! 
 
 3 Alas, for those ! — the day is near, 
 
 When mercy will be heard no more ; 
 Then will they ask in vain to hear 
 
 The voice they would not hear before. 
 
 4 With such, I own, I once appear'd, 
 
 But now I know how great their loss : 
 For sweeter sounds were never heard, 
 Than mercy utters from the cross. 
 
 5 But let me not forget to own, 
 
 That if I differ aught from those, 
 'Tis due to sov'reign grace alone, 
 
 That oft selects its proudest foes. 
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THE CONVERT. 382, 385 
 
 HYMN 382. C. M. Collyer. 
 
 St. Martin's. Colchester. 
 Herein is love, 1 John iv. 10. 
 
 1 "^l^TE saints, assist me in my song — 
 
 JL Let all your passions move ; 
 To Jesus all the notes belong — 
 I sing redeeming love. 
 
 2 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross, 
 
 Their force united prove ; 
 But quit the field with mighty loss 
 Crush'd by redeeming love. 
 
 3 Around the circle of his friends 
 
 His tender passions move; 
 And while he liv'd his constant theme 
 Was still redeeming love. 
 
 4 Gently he rais'd his sacred hands, 
 
 Before his last remove : 
 And the last whispers of his tongue, 
 Sigh'd forth redeeming love. 
 
 5 Thro' life's wide waste, with weary feet. 
 
 In darkness I may rove ; 
 But never can my heart forget 
 Redeeming, dying love. 
 
 Oh, that before his sacred throne, 
 
 I all its sweets may prove ; 
 Still as my pleasures rise, my song 
 Shall be redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 383. L. M. 
 
 Portugal. Chatham. 
 
 1 O URROUNDED by a frightful gloom, 
 £^ And dreading fiercer ills to come ; 
 From chains of wo, and haunts of vice, 
 To liberty and life we rise. 
 
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384. THE CONVERT. 
 
 2 Thanks to the hand that set us free : 
 Eternal Spirit, thanks to thee ! 
 Whose pow'r resistless, unconfin'd, 
 Subdues the passions of the mind. 
 
 3 Religion like a sun appears, 
 
 And shines upon our dawning years ; 
 We follow still the guiding ray, 
 That kindles into perfect day. 
 
 4 Conducted safe along the road, 
 
 That leads to peace — that leads to God : 
 With active feet, with ardent eyes, 
 We seek our home above the skies. 
 
 5 Subdu'd by love, and taught of God 
 Rejoicing in redeeming blood, 
 
 We press to find that happy shore, 
 Where sin and sorrow reign no more. 
 
 HYMN 384. C. P. M. 
 
 Chapel. Chilton. Abby. 
 The heavenly prospect. Num. xiii. 
 
 1 TJ EJOICING now in glorious hope, 
 JL%j We stand, and from the mountain top. 
 
 View all the land below ; 
 Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
 And all the fruits of Paradise 
 
 In endless plenty flow. 
 
 2 A land where sin shall ne'er invade, 
 Nor doubt shall cast a gloomy shade. 
 
 With every blessing crown'd ; 
 There dwells the Lord our righteousness. 
 And keeps his own in perfect peace ; 
 
 And all his praise resound. 
 S May we this better land possess, 
 When in this howling wilderness. 
 
 No longer we shall rove, — 
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THE CONVERT. 385, 386. 
 
 Lord, help us humbly to rejoice, 
 In hope we there shall hear thy voice. 
 And sing redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 385. 5, 6, 9. 
 
 Fever sham. Salem. 
 1 TTOW happy are they 
 XX Who the Saviour obey, 
 And have laid up their treasure above! 
 Oh, what tongue can express 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love ! 
 
 1 'Twas 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. 
 
 3 Then, all the day long, 
 
 Was my Jesus my song, 
 And redemption thro' faith in his name. 
 
 Oh, that all might believe, 
 
 And salvation receive, 
 x\nd their song and their joy be the same. 
 
 HYMN 386. L. M. Collyeb. 
 
 Chatham. Moreton. St. Catharine's. 
 
 1 O OFT be the gently breathing notes, 
 •^ That sing the Saviour's dying love : 
 Soft as the evening zephyr floats, 
 
 Soft as the tuneful lyres above. 
 
 2 Soft as the morning dews descend, 
 
 While the sweet lark exulting soars ; 
 So soft to your Almighty Friend, 
 Be every sigh your bosom pours : 
 
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387, 388. THE CONVERT. 
 
 3 Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray, 
 
 That scatters life and joy abroad; 
 Pure as the lucid car of day, 
 
 That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 
 
 4 True as the magnet to the pole, 
 
 So true let your contrition be — 
 So true let all your sorrows roll, 
 To Him who bled upon the tree. 
 
 HYMN 387. C. M. Dwight. 
 
 Chapel. Walsal. 
 Deliverance from evil companions. 
 
 1 npHE giddy world, with flatt'ring tongue, 
 JL Had charm'd my soul astray, 
 
 And lur'd my heedless feet to death 
 Along the flow'ry way. 
 
 2 My heart, with agonizing pray'r, 
 
 Besought the Lord to save ; 
 Unseen he seiz'd my trembling hand, 
 And brought me from the grave. 
 
 3 He broke the charm, which drew my feel 
 
 To darkness and the dead : 
 From lips profane, and tongues impure. 
 With quiv'ring steps I fled. 
 
 4 Homeward I flew to find my God. 
 
 And seek his face divine, 
 Restor'd to peace, to hope, to life, 
 To Zion's friends, and mine. 
 
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 HYMN 388. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 China. Nantwich. Bath. 
 
 LEAVE the world with willing feet. 
 
 Great God, to find repose in thee : 
 Once its enchantments soft and sweet. 
 Threw silken fetters over me. 
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THE CONVERT. 389. 
 
 2 Vice pointed to a flow'ry vale, 
 
 Where streams of pleasure seem'd to roll, 
 And every sweet, on every gale, 
 Press'd thro' the senses to the soul. 
 
 3 Imagination lent her aid 
 
 To strengthen ev'ry dang'rous snare ; 
 But soon the flatt'ring vision fled, 
 And gave its victim to despair. 
 
 4 My youth restor'd from fatal wiles, 
 Has learn'd temptation's pow'r to fear ; 
 To dread the world's delusive smiles, 
 And 'scape the fowler's cruel snare. 
 
 HYMN 389. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Carthage. Armley. 
 The new convert humbled. 
 
 1 rilHE new-born child of gospel grace, 
 
 J- Like some fair tree when summer's nigh. 
 Beneath Immanuel's shining face, 
 Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 
 
 2 No fear he feels, he sees no foes ; 
 No conflict yet his faith employs ; 
 Nor has he learnt to whom he owes 
 The strength and peace his soul enjoys. 
 
 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting, 
 And comforts sink from day to day : 
 What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring, 
 Proves but a brook that glides away. 
 
 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host, 
 The Lord soon made his numbers less ; 
 And said — lest Israel vainly boast — 
 
 " My arm procur'd me this success." 
 
 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, 
 And draw our ebbing comforts low, 
 
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390. THE CONVERT. 
 
 That, sav'd by grace, but not our own, 
 We may not claim the praise we owe. 
 
 HYMN 390. C. M. Newton- 
 
 Barby. Colchester. 
 
 1 A NXIOUS I strove to find the way ? 
 J-jL Which to salvation led ; 
 
 I listen'd long, I tryVl to pray, 
 And heard what many said. 
 
 2 When some of joys and comforts told. 
 
 I fear'd that I was wrong ; 
 For I was stupid, dead, and cold, 
 Had neither joys nor song. 
 
 3 The Lord my lab'ring heart relieved. 
 
 And made my burden light; 
 Then for a moment I believ'd, 
 And thought that all was right. 
 
 4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd, 
 
 Of anguish and dismay ; 
 Thro' what distresses they had walk'd 
 Before they found the way. 
 
 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain* 
 
 For I had liv'd at ease ; 
 I wish'd for all my fears again, 
 To make me more like these. 
 
 6 I had my wish, the Lord disclos'd 
 
 The evils of my heart ; 
 And left my naked soul expos'd 
 To Satan's fiery dart. 
 
 7 Alas ! I cry'd in deep despair, 
 
 Borne down with fearful pain ! 
 How can I these fierce terrors bear. 
 
 And who will now sustain ! 
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THE CONVERT. 391, 392. 
 
 3 Again my Saviour brought me aid, 
 And when he set me free, 
 " Trust simply on my word," he said, 
 " And leave the rest to me." 
 
 HYMN 391. C. M. Swain. 
 
 Springfield. Barby. 
 In darkness. 
 
 I"TlEJOICE in God," the word commands. 
 JlE/ And fain would I obey ; 
 Yet still my spirit ling'ring stands, 
 While doubts impede my way. 
 
 2 How can my soul exult for joy, 
 
 Which feels this load of sin ? 
 And how can praise my tongue employ. 
 While darkness reigns within ! 
 
 3 If falling tears and rising sighs 
 
 In triumph share a part ; 
 Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyc»s. 
 And search this bleeding heart ! 
 
 4 My soul forgets to use her wings ; 
 
 My harp neglected lies, 
 For sin has broken all its strings, 
 And guilt shuts out my joys. 
 
 5 The pow'r, the sweetness of thy voice. 
 
 Aione my heart can move ; 
 Make me in Christ, my Lord, rejoice. 
 And melt my soul to love. 
 
 HYMN 392. C. M. H. 
 
 Colchester. Barby. 
 2 Cor. iv. 6. Ps. xliii. 5. 
 
 1 ^S7S7"HEN renovating grace begins 
 ▼ ▼ To move the heart of stone, 
 A holy joy illumes the soul, 
 As light from darkness shone. 
 
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393. THE CONVERT. 
 
 2 High songs of praise with dawn begin. 
 
 Exulting close the day ; 
 And e'en the silent watch of night 
 Is vocal with their lay. 
 
 3 But cares arise — temptations throng — 
 
 The world prepares her dart — 
 A " Horror of great darkness" falls, 
 And whelms the shudd'ring heart. 
 
 4 Yet why cast down, sad mourner, say '? 
 
 Behold the glorious Sun — 
 Full oft he guilds the kindling morn, 
 Yet fades ere day is done. 
 
 5 But still his unextinguish'd beam 
 
 Behind the cloud survives — 
 Still his appointed course he runs, 
 And at the goal arrives. 
 
 6 Hope thou in God ! and he shall make 
 
 Thy path like noontide glow : 
 Obey him with a steadfast mind, 
 And thou his smile shalt know. 
 
 HYMN 393. L. M. 
 
 Brentford. Sterling. Shoel. 
 
 1 ' ' IKE Israel, safe upon the shore, 
 
 JLJ Who thought the conflict all was o'er 
 Young converts view the frightful train 
 Of all their foes for ever slain. 
 
 2 But soon, with sick'ning heart, survey 
 The perils of the desert way; 
 
 The pow'r of sin revives again, 
 And all their hopes seem false and vain, 
 t) The morning sun that shone so bright 
 Is shrouded in the gloom of night ; 
 Hopeless the victor's crown to win, 
 They yield ere they the fiffht begrin. 
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THE CONVERT. 394, 395. 
 
 But Jesus calls them to the field : 
 "Come, gird on harness, sword and shield ; 
 Stand fast in faith, fight for your King, 
 My grace shall strength and vict'ry bring." 
 
 HYMN 394. C. M. 
 
 Wantage. Chapel. 
 The Desert. 1 Pet. v. 8. 
 
 WHEN night descends in sable guise, 
 And spreads her gloom around, 
 To close the weary trav'ler's eyes, 
 And rest him on the ground ; 
 
 Amidst the dreary desert wide, 
 
 The wand'rer faints to hear 
 The wide alarm on ev'ry side, 
 
 Which speaks some danger near ; 
 
 So, in this wilderness of life, 
 
 Whene'er afflictions come, 
 We sink, as in a night of grief, 
 
 Far from our sheltering home. 
 
 The tempter's, like a lion's roar, 
 
 Sounds thro' the vale abroad ; 
 Then let us watch, and evermore 
 
 Depend upon our God. 
 
 From ev'ry other help afar, 
 
 And left without a friend, 
 God is a helper ever near, 
 
 And faithful to the end. 
 
 HYMN 395. L. M. Luther. 
 
 Luther's H. Old Hundred. Bath. 
 
 NATURE will raise up all her strife, 
 Foe to the flesh-abasing life, 
 Loath in a Saviour's death to share, 
 Her daily cross compell'd to bear, 
 
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l T 
 
 396, 397. THE CONVERT, 
 
 2 But grace omnipotent at length 
 
 Shall arm the saint with saving strength : 
 Thro' the sharp war with aid attend, 
 And the dire conflict safely end. 
 
 3 Act but the infant's gentle part ; 
 Give up to love thy willing heart ; 
 And grace will then the vict'ry claim. 
 And light it with a purer flame. 
 
 HYMN 396. *L. M. Luther. 
 
 Putney. Warwick. 
 
 HE sov ? reign Father, good and kind, 
 Wants but to have his child resi^nM 
 Wants but the yielding heart, no more — 
 With his rich gifts of grace to store. 
 He to thy soul no anguish brings ; 
 From thine own stubborn will it springs : 
 That foe subdue, the foe within — 
 Then shall thy peace and joy begin. 
 Let faith exert its conqu'ring pow'r, 
 Say, in thy fearing, trembling hour, 
 " Father ! — thy pitying help impart" — 
 'Tis done — a sigh can reach his heart, 
 But if corruption's strength prevail, 
 And if thy pilgrim footsteps fail ; 
 Lift for his grace thy louder cries, 
 So shalt thou cleans'd, and stronger rise. 
 
 HYMN 397. 8s. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 
 1 FTIHE happy in Jesus may sleep, 
 JL But Oh, till in me he appears, 
 Be this my employment, to weep, 
 
 And water my couch with my tears. 
 Ye watchmen of Israel, declare, 
 
 If ye my Beloved have seen. 
 

 THE CONVERT. 39G. 
 
 And point to that heavenly fair, 
 
 Surpassing the children of men : 
 I My Lover and Lord from above, 
 
 Who only can quiet my pain, 
 Whom only I languish to love, 
 
 Oh, where shall I find him again ! 
 Once more if he show me his face, 
 
 He never again shall depart. 
 Detain'd in my closest embrace, 
 
 Eternally held in my heart. 
 
 HYMN 398. C. M. Cottox. 
 
 Buckingham. Windsor. 
 Faith in suffering. Ps. xiii. 
 
 1 ' " ET thy returning Spirit, Lord! 
 JLi Dispel the shades of night ; 
 Smile on this poor, benighted soul, 
 
 For Oh ! thy smiles are light. 
 
 2 While scoffers at thy sacred word 
 
 Deride the pangs I feel, 
 
 Deem my religion insincere, 
 
 Or call it useless zeal ; 
 
 3 Yet will I ne'er repent my choice, 
 
 I'll ne'er withdraw my trust ; 
 I know thee, Lord, a powerful friend. 
 
 And kind, and wise, and just, 
 i Then, O my soul, why thus depress'd, 
 
 And whence this anxious fear \ 
 In God, the refuge, fix thy trust, 
 
 And check the rising tear. 
 
 HYMN 399. L. M. Kelly. 
 
 Moreton. Luther's Hymn. 
 Mariner. Matt. viii. 24. Ps. cvii. 30. 
 
 THE christian voy'ger strikes the rock 
 That lies conceal' d beneath the wave ! 
 
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400. THE CONVERT. 
 
 Yet safely he survives the shock ; 
 For Jesus is at hand to save. 
 
 2 His destin'd land he sometimes sees, 
 
 And thinks his toils will soon be o'er. 
 Expects some favorable breeze 
 
 Will waft him quickly to the shore. 
 
 3 But hark! — the midnight tempest roars I 
 
 He seems forsaken, and alone : 
 But Jesus, whom he then implores, 
 Unseen preserves and leads him on. 
 
 4 Tho' fear his heart should overwhelm, 
 
 He'll reach the port to which he's bound 
 For Jesus holds and guides the helm, 
 And soon the haven will be found. 
 
 HYMN 400. H. M. Toplady. 
 
 Allerton. Whitchurch. Jubilee? 
 Jesus, the Pilot, 
 
 1 XESUS, at thy command, 
 •<r I launch into the deep ; 
 
 And leave my native land, 
 
 Where sin lulls all asleep: 
 For thee I fain would all resign, 
 And sail to heav'n with thee and thine : 
 
 2 Thou art my Pilot wise ; 
 My compass is thy word ; 
 My soul each storm defies, 
 While I have such a Lord ! 
 
 I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r, 
 To save me in the trying hour. 
 
 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep* 
 Through all my passage lie ; 
 
 Yet thou wilt safely keep, 
 And guide me with thine eye : 
 My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, 
 And I each boist'rous storm outride. 
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THE CONVERT. 401 
 
 4 By faith I see the land, 
 The port of endless rest; 
 My soul, thy sails expand, 
 And fly to Jesus' breast. 
 
 Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore, 
 Where winds and waves distress no more ! 
 
 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 
 
 And storms and winds subside ; 
 
 Lord, to my succor fly, 
 
 And keep me near thy side : 
 For more the treach'rous calm I dread, 
 Than tempests bursting o'er my head, 
 
 6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow 
 A prosp'rous gale of grace, 
 
 To waft me from below, 
 To heav'n, my destin'd place : 
 Then in full sail, my port I'll find, 
 And leave the world and sin behind. 
 
 HYMN 401. 8s. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 
 1 AH! why this disconsolate frame 1 
 .XjL Tho' earthly enjoyments decay. 
 My Jesus is ever the same, 
 
 A Sun in the gloomiest day : 
 Tho' molten awhile in the fire, 
 
 'Tis only the gold to refine ; 
 And be it my simple desire 
 
 Tho' suffering, not to repine. 
 
 2 What can be the pleasures to me, 
 
 Which earth in its fulness can boast ? 
 Delusive, its vanities flee, 
 
 A flash of enjoyment at most : 
 And if the Redeemer could part 
 
 For me, with his throne in the skies, 
 
 23* 265 
 
402, THE CONVERT. 
 
 Ah ! why is so dear to my heart, 
 What he in his wisdom denies 1 
 
 3 Then let the rude tempest assail. 
 
 The blast of adversity blow, 
 The haven 5 tho' distant, I hail, 
 
 Beyond this rough ocean of wo ; 
 When safe on its beautiful strand, 
 
 I'll smile on the billows that foam. 
 Kind angels to hail me to land, 
 
 And Jesus to welcome me home, 
 
 HYMN 402. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Colchester. St. Ann's. Stade. 
 The storm hushed. 
 
 1 TW1IS past — the dreadful stormy nigh? 
 
 JL Is gone, with all its fears ! 
 And now I see returning light, 
 The Lord, my Sun, appears. 
 
 2 Oh, wondrous change ! but just before. 
 
 Despair beset me round ; 
 I heard the lion's horrid roar, 
 And trembled at the sound. 
 
 3 Before corruption, guilt and fear. 
 
 My former comforts fell ; 
 And I discovered, standing near. 
 The dreadful depths of hell. 
 
 4 But Jesus pity'd my distress ; 
 
 He heard my feeble cry, 
 Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
 5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my band* 
 
 And set the captive free, 
 I would devote my tongue, my hands, 
 
 My heart, my all to thee. 
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THE CONVERT. 403, 404. 
 
 HYMN 403. C. M. Madan's Col. 
 
 Stade. Braintree. Abridge. 
 
 1 fkUR little bark on boist'rous seas.. 
 V^F By cruel tempest tost, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope. 
 
 Expecting to be lost; 
 
 2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, 
 
 Breath'd out our sad distress ; 
 Tho' feeble, yet with contrite hearts. 
 We begg'd return of peace. 
 
 3 The stormy winds did cease to blow. 
 
 The waves no more did roll ; 
 And soon again a placid sea 
 Spoke comfort to each soul. 
 
 4 Oh ! may our grateful, trembling hearts 
 
 Sweet hallelujahs sing, 
 To him who hath our lives preserved. 
 Our Saviour, and our King. 
 
 5 Let us proclaim to all the world, 
 
 With heart and voice, again, 
 And tell the wonders he hath done 
 For us, the sons of men. 
 
 HYMN 404. C. P. M Browx. 
 
 Ganges. Penitent. Chapel. 
 True convert. 2 Cor. v. 17. 
 
 i XTiT^HEN with my mind devoutly press'd 
 ▼ ▼ Dear Saviour, my revolving breast 
 V A ould past offences trace ; 
 Trembling I make the black review, 
 Yet pleased behold, admiring too, 
 The pow'r of changing grace. 
 2 This tongue with blasphemies defil'd, 
 These feet to erring paths beguiPd. 
 In heav'nly league asrree : 
 
 267 
 
405. THE CONVERT. 
 
 Who would believe such lips could praise 
 Or think from dark and winding ways, 
 I e'er should turn to thee I 
 
 3 These eyes that once abus'd the light, 
 Now lift to thee their wat'ry sight, 
 
 And weep a silent flood ; 
 These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r. 
 Oh, wash away the stains they wear, 
 
 In pure redeeming blood. 
 
 4 These ears that (nice could entertain 
 The midnight oath, the festive strain. 
 
 Around the sinful board ; 
 Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise, 
 Avoid the throng, detest their joys, 
 
 And long to hear thy word. 
 
 5 Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part ; 
 
 Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart. 
 
 That drossy thing refine ; 
 That grace may nature's pow'rs control. 
 And a new creature, body, soul, 
 
 Be all and wholly thine. 
 
 HYMN 405. C. P. M. Newton. 
 
 Chilton. Kew. Aithlone. Ganges. 
 
 1 TF God had bid his thunders roll, 
 
 JL And lightnings flash to blast my soul* 
 
 I still had stubborn been : 
 But mercy has my heart subdu'd — 
 A bleeding Saviour I have view'd, 
 
 And now I hate my sin. 
 
 2 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone ; 
 Come take possession of thine own, 
 
 For thou hast set me free ; 
 Releas'd from Satan's hard command, 
 See all my pow'rs in waiting stand, 
 
 To be employ'd by thee, 
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THE CONVERT. 406. 
 
 3 My will conform'd to thine would move ; 
 On thee my hope, desire, and love, 
 
 In fix'd attention join : 
 My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue. 
 Have Satan's servants been too long, 
 But now they shall be thine. 
 
 I And can I be the very same, 
 Who lately durst blaspheme thy name, 
 
 And on thy gospel tread I 
 Surely each one, who hears my case, 
 Will praise thee, and confess thy grace 
 Invincible indeed ! 
 
 HYMxN 406. C. M. Newton, 
 
 Newark. Abridge. 
 Will ye also go away ? John vi. 67 — 69. 
 
 1 X7E7"HEN any turn from Zion's way, 
 
 ▼ ▼ (As numbers often do,) 
 Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 
 " Wilt thou forsake me tool" 
 
 2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine. 
 
 Unless thou hold me fast, 
 My faith will fail, I shall decline, 
 And prove like them at last. 
 
 3 'Tis thou alone hast power and grace. 
 
 To save a wretch like me ; 
 To whom then shall I turn my face, 
 If I depart from thee. 
 
 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd, 
 
 Thou art the Christ of God ; 
 Who hast eternal life secur'd, 
 By promise and by blood. 
 
 5 The help of men and angels join'd. 
 
 Could never reach my case ! 
 
 269 
 
407, 408. THE CONVERT. 
 
 Nor can I hope relief to find, 
 
 But in thy boundless grace. 
 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, 
 
 And bid my fears depart; 
 No love but thine can make me blest. 
 
 And satisfy my heart. 
 
 HYMN 407. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Armley. Kingsbridge. 
 
 1 nPlHOU only Sov'reign of my heart, 
 
 JL My refuge, ray almighty Friend — 
 And can my soul from thee depart, 
 On whom alone my hopes depend? 
 
 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go — 
 
 A wretched wand'rer from my Lord ? 
 Can this dark world of sin and wo, 
 One glimpse of happiness afford 1 
 
 3 Thy Name my inmost pow'rs adore ; 
 
 Thou art my life, my joy, my care ; 
 Depart from thee ! — 'tis death — 'tis more, 
 'Tis endless ruin — deep despair ! 
 
 4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; 
 
 Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; 
 Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
 For life, eternal life is thine. 
 
 HYMN 408. C. M. 
 
 Standish. Bangor. Walsal. 
 
 1 npO whom, my Saviour, shall I go. 
 
 JL If I depart from thee ! 
 My guide thro' all this vale of wo, 
 And more than all to me. 
 
 2 The world reject thy gentle reign, 
 
 And pay thy death with scorn ; 
 Oh, they could plat thy crown again, 
 And sharpen ev'ry thorn. 
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THE CONVERT. 409. 410. 
 
 8 But I have felt thy dying love 
 Breathe gently thro' my heart, 
 To whisper hope of joys above — 
 And can we ever part ? 
 
 4 Ah, no, with thee I'll walk below. 
 My journey to the grave : 
 To whom, my Saviour, shall I go. 
 When only thou canst save I 
 
 HYMN 409. S. M. Cowper. 
 
 Orange. Wirksworth. 
 
 1 "OEWARE of Peters word, 
 M-J Nor confidently say, 
 
 " I never will deny the Lord,'' 
 But " grant I never may." 
 
 2 Man's wisdom is to seek 
 
 His strength in God alone ; 
 And e'en an angel would be weak, 
 Who trusted in his own. 
 
 3 Retreat beneath his wings, 
 
 And in his grace confide ; 
 This more exalts the King of kings 
 Than all your works beside. 
 
 4 In Jesus is our store ; 
 
 Grace issues from his throne ; 
 Whoever says, " I want no more," 
 Confesses he has none. 
 
 HYMN 410. L. M. Gregg. 
 
 Portugal. Wells. 
 Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark viii. 3d. 
 
 t TESUS ! and shall it ever be, 
 •J A mortal man asham'd of thee ! 
 Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine thro' endless days. 
 
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411. THE CONVERT. 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! — sooner far 
 Let ev'ning blush to own a star : 
 He sheds the beams of light divine. 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! — just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon ; 
 'Tis midnight with my soul, till He, 
 Bright morning Star, bid darkne, s flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus! — that dear friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heav'n depend ! 
 No ! when I blush, be this my shame. 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 5 Asham'd of Jesus! — yes I may — 
 When I've no guilt to wash away — 
 No tear to wipe — no good to crave — 
 No fear to quell — no soul to save. 
 
 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then I toast a Saviour slain ! 
 And Oh, may this my glory be, 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 
 
 HYMN 411. L. M. 
 
 Bath. Kent. Wells. 
 
 1 OHALL I, to gain the world's applause. 
 lO Or to escape its harmless frown, 
 Refuse, my Lord, to plead thy cause, 
 And make thy people's lot my own I — 
 
 2 No ! let the world cast out my name : 
 And vile account me if they will ; 
 
 If to confess the Lord be shame, 
 I purpose to be viler still. 
 
 3 And what is man, or what his smile I 
 The terrors of his anger, what 1 
 Like grass he flourishes awhile, 
 
 And soon his place shall know him not. 
 272 
 
the cow r. in. 412, 41,5. 
 
 HYMN 412. L. M. Pres. Davies. 
 
 Armley. Darwerit. 
 Self-dedication to God. 
 
 LORD, I am thine, entirely thine, 
 Purchased and sav'd by blood divine ; 
 With full consent thine I would be, 
 And own thy sov'reign right in me. 
 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
 Among the children of thy grace ; 
 A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
 But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood. 
 
 Thee, my new Master, now I call, 
 And consecrate to thee my all ; 
 Lord, let me live and die to thee — 
 Be thine thro' all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 413. L. M. Montgomery. 
 
 Chatham. Leeds. Bath. 
 Social dedication to God. 
 
 1 TTESUS ! our best beloved Friend, 
 *J On thy redeeming name we call ; 
 Jesus ! in love to us descend, 
 
 Pardon and sanctify us all. 
 
 2 Our souls and bodies we resign, 
 
 To fear and follow thy commands ; 
 O take our hearts — our hearts are thine, 
 Accept the service of our hands. 
 > Firm, faithful, watching unto pray'r, 
 Our Master's voice will we obey, 
 Toil in thy vineyard here, and bear 
 The heat and burden of our day. 
 4 Yet, Lord ! for us a resting place, 
 
 In heaven — at thy right hand prepare, 
 And, till we see thee face to face, 
 Be all our conversation there. 
 
 24 273 
 
414, 415. THE CONVERT. 
 
 HYMN 414. L. M. Steele. 
 
 Kent. Portugal. Sterling. 
 The noblest resolution. Josh. xxiv. 15. 
 
 1 1VTAY I resolve with all my heart, 
 
 U X. With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord 
 Nor from his precepts e'er depart, 
 Whose service is a rich reward. 
 
 2 Oh, be his service all my joy! 
 Around let my example shine, 
 Till others love the blest employ, 
 And join in labors so divine. 
 
 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, 
 My solemn, my determined choice, 
 To yield to his supreme control, 
 And in his kind commands rejoice, 
 
 4 Oh, may I never faint, nor tire, 
 
 Nor wand'ring leave his sacred ways ; 
 Great God, accept my soul's desire, 
 And give me strength to live thy praise, 
 
 HYMN 415. 7s. Montgomery. 
 
 Hotham. Middleton. 
 Ruth I. 16—19. 
 
 1 "OEOPLE of the living God! 
 
 M- I have sought the world around, 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort no where found ; 
 Now to you my spirit turns, 
 
 Turns, — a fugitive unblest ; 
 Brethren ! where your altar burns, 
 Oh, receive, me into rest. 
 
 2 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 Where you die shall be my grave ; 
 
THE CONVERT. 416, 4.17, 
 
 Mine the God whom you adore — 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine; 
 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
 HYMN 416. C. M. 
 
 Colchester. Stade. 
 Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 58. 
 
 1 ~¥7I[7~HEN Jesus bade me leave the world. 
 
 ▼ ▼ My downward steps retrace ; 
 'Twas thus I answer'd every foe, 
 
 And fled to his embrace. 
 
 2 Stay, said the world, and taste awhile 
 
 My ev'ry pleasant sweet ; 
 Hinder me not, my soul reply'd, 
 Because the way is great. 
 
 3 In all my Lord s appointed ways, 
 
 My journey I'll pursue : 
 Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints. 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 4 Thro' duty, and thro' trials too, 
 
 I go at his command ; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 HYMN 417. L. M. 
 
 Blendon. Bath. Portugal. 
 Welcome to young Converts. 
 
 1 X^TTELCOME, ye hopeful heirs of heav'n. 
 
 ▼ T To this rich gospel feast of love — 
 This pledge is but the prelude giv'n 
 
 To that immortal feast above. 
 
 2 How great the blessing, thus to meet 
 Around the sacramental board, 
 
 And hold by faith communion sweet, 
 With Christ our dear and common Lord. 
 
 275 
 
418, 419. THE CONVERT. 
 
 3 And if so sweet this feast below, 
 What will it be to meet above, 
 Where all we see, and feel, and know. 
 Are fruits of everlasting love ! 
 
 4 Soon shall we tune the heav'nly lyre 
 Whilst listening worlds the song approve : 
 Eternity itself expire, 
 
 Ere we exhaust the theme of love. 
 
 HYMN 418. L. M. 
 
 Moreton. Blendon. 
 Strojig City. Isa. xxvi. 1, 2. 
 
 1 f ■ iHE day, the gospel day draws near, 
 
 JL When sinners shall their voices raise . 
 Sing the New Song with heart sincere, 
 Triumphant in the land of praise. 
 
 2 Glory to God! they all shall cry: 
 
 Who is so great a God as ours ! 
 We have a City strong and high, 
 Salvation is for walls and tow'rs. 
 
 3 Secure from danger, as from dread. 
 
 We never shall be put to shame. 
 Who hither have for refuge fled : 
 For Jesus is our City's name. 
 
 4 Open the gates, and open wide, 
 
 Let every faithful soul go in ; 
 Open for all the justifi'd, 
 
 Who keep the truth that frees from sin. 
 
 HYMN 419. C. M. Miller. 
 
 Colchester. Clarendon. Washington. 
 Fellowship. Col. ii. 2. 
 
 1 f^ T -R souls, by love together knit, 
 ^J Cemented, mixt in one, 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice. 
 
 'Tis heav'n on earth begun. 
 276 
 
THE CONVERT. i JO. 
 
 2 Our hearts have often bunvd within, 
 
 And glow'd with sacred fire. 
 While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest, 
 And fiird tlf enlarged desire. 
 
 3 The little cloud increases still, 
 
 The heav'ns are big with rain ; 
 We haste to catch the teeming showT. 
 And all its moisture drain. 
 
 4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows ! 
 
 But pour a mighty flood ; 
 Oh ! sweep the nations, shake the earth. 
 Till all proclaim thee God. 
 
 5 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, 
 
 And sefst thy starry crown ; 
 When all thy sparkling gems shall shine. 
 Proclaim'd by thee thine own ; 
 
 6 May we, a little band of love, 
 
 We sinners, sav'd by grace, 
 From glory unto glory chang'd, 
 Behold thee face to face. 
 
 HYMN 420. L. M. Barbauld. 
 
 Chatham. Xantwich. 
 
 1 TfJO^ blest the sacred tie that binds, 
 J-J- In union sweet, according minds ! 
 How swift the heav'nly course they run, 
 Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one ! 
 
 2 To each, the soul of each how dear ! 
 What jealous love, what holy fear! 
 How doth the gen'rous flame within 
 Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 
 
 3 Their streaming eyes together flow, 
 For human guilt and mortal wo ; 
 Their ardent pray'rs together rise, 
 Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 
 
 24* 277 
 
421, 422. THE CONVERT, 
 
 4 Together oft they seek the place, 
 Where God reveals his awful face ; — 
 At length they meet in realms above, 
 A heav'n of joy — because of love. * 
 
 HYMN 421. C. M. Doddridge, 
 
 St. Martin's. Mear. 
 Asking the way to Zion. Jer. 1.5. 
 
 1 TNQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way, 
 A That leads to Zion's hill, 
 
 And thither set your steady face, 
 With a determined will. 
 
 2 Invite the strangers all around, 
 
 Your pious march to join ; 
 And spread the sentiments you feel 
 Of faith and love divine. 
 
 3 Oh, come and to his temple haste, 
 
 And seek his favor there ; 
 Before his footstool humbly bow, 
 And pour your fervent pray'r ! 
 
 4 Oh, come, and join your souls to God 
 
 In everlasting bands ; 
 Accept the blessings he bestows, 
 With thankful hearts and hands. 
 
 HYMN 422. L. M. Kelly. 
 
 Bath. Portugal. 
 Heb. xiii. 14. 
 
 j « "V/CTE'VE no abiding city here" — 
 
 t ▼ This may distress the worldly mind 
 But should not cost the saint a tear, 
 Who hopes a better rest to find. 
 2 " We've no abiding city here" — 
 
 Sad truth were this to be our home : 
 But let this thought our spirits cheer, 
 
 "We seek a city yet to corned 
 278 
 
REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 423, 424. 
 
 3 * We've no abiding city here" — 
 
 Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
 Let not the world our rest appear; 
 But let us haste from all below. 
 
 4 " We've no abiding city here" — 
 
 We seek a city out of sight : 
 Zion its name — the Lord is there, 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 HYMN 423. C. M. Barbauld, 
 
 Barby. Rochester. Clarendon. 
 
 1 ^kUR country is ImmanuePs ground. 
 V-F We seek that promis'd soil : 
 The songs of Zion cheer our hearts. 
 
 While strangers here we toil. 
 
 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, 
 
 And oft are bath'd in tears ; 
 Yet nought but heav'n our hopes can raise. 
 And nought but sin our fears. 
 
 3 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away 
 
 In ecstasies of love ; 
 And while our bodies wander here. 
 Our souls are fix'd above. 
 
 4 We purge our mortal dross away, 
 
 Refining as we run ; 
 But while we die to earth and sense* 
 Our heav'n is here begun. 
 
 REJOICING IN A REVIVAL; 
 
 HYMN 424. L. M. Newtok. 
 
 Bath. Moreton. 
 
 1 X^THILE I to grief my soul gave way. 
 ▼ ▼ To see the work of God decline, 
 
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425. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 
 
 Methought I heard the Saviour say — 
 " Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 
 
 2 "Tho' for a time I hid my face, 
 Rely upon my love and pow'r : 
 Still wrestle at the throne of grace, 
 And wait for a reviving hour. 
 
 3 " Take down thy long neglected harp, 
 I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray'r. 
 The winter season has been sharp, 
 But spring shall all its wastes repair." 
 
 4 Lord, I obey, — my hopes revive ; 
 Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing 
 Our foes in vain against us strive, 
 
 For God will help and triumph bring. 
 
 HYMN 425. C. M. Needham. 
 
 Clifford. Clarendon. 
 Luke xv. 10. 
 
 i ^\H, how divine, how sweet the joy, 
 V>F When but one sinner turns, 
 And with a humble, broken heart, 
 His sins and errors mourns! 
 
 2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below 
 
 In songs there tongues employ ; 
 Beyond the skies the tidings go, 
 And heav'n is fill'd with joy. 
 
 3 Well pleas'd 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 lire: 
 M The sinner lost is found," they sing. 
 
 And strike the sounding lvre. 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 42G, 427. 
 
 HYMN 426. C. M. 
 
 Clifford. Springfield. 
 Great joy in that city. Actsviii. 8. 
 
 1 TTOW much the drooping hearts revive 
 JLJl Of those who fear the Lord ; 
 When sinners dead are made alive 
 
 By his reviving word ! 
 
 2 The ministers of Christ rejoice, 
 
 When souls receive the word — 
 When ransom'd sinners hear his voice. 
 Return and love the Lord. 
 
 8 The church of God their praises join, 
 And of salvation sing ; 
 They glorify the grace divine 
 Of their victorious King. 
 
 4 In heav'n above, th' angelic throng- 
 Around the throne rejoice ; 
 But sinners sav'd should swell the song 
 With loudest — sweetest voice. 
 
 HYMN 427. C. M. 
 
 Rochester. Clarendon. 
 
 1 |^ONVINC'D of sin, men now .begin 
 ^^ To call upon the Lord ; 
 Trembling they pray, and mourn the day 
 
 In which they scorn'd his word. 
 
 2 Young converts sing, and praise their King. 
 
 And bless God's holy name ; 
 While older saints leave their complaints. 
 And joy to join the theme. 
 
 3 God's chariot rolls, and frights the souls 
 
 Of those who hate the truth : 
 And saints in pray'r cry, " Lord draw near. 
 Have mercy on the youth : — 
 
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428. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 
 
 4 " From this glad hour exert thy pow'r, 
 
 And melt each stubborn heart; 
 In those that bleed, let love succeed, 
 And holy joys impart." 
 
 5 Come, sinners, all, hear now God's call, 
 
 And pray with one accord : 
 Saints, raise your songs, with joyful tongues 
 To hail th' approaching Lord. 
 
 HYMN 428. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Tamworth. Helmsley. Littleton. 
 
 1 TVTOW we hail the happy dawning 
 -i-^ Of the gospel's glorious light, 
 May it take the wings of morning, 
 
 And dispel the shades of night ; 
 
 Blessed Saviour, 
 Let our eyes behold the sight. 
 
 2 Where, amid the desert dreary. 
 
 Plant, nor shrub, nor flow'ret grows. 
 There refresh the wand'rer weary, 
 With the sight of Sharon's Rose ; 
 
 And its beauties 
 To the longing eye disclose. 
 
 3 Where the beasts of prey are prowling. 
 
 And the murd'rous serpents hiss, 
 There exchange the dismal howling 
 For the pleasing calm of peace ; 
 
 And for ever 
 May destruction's empire cease. 
 
 4 Oh, let all the world adore thee — 
 
 Universal be thy fame ; 
 Kings and subjects fall before thee, 
 And extol thy matchless name ; 
 
 All ascribing 
 Endless praises to the Lamb. 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 429, 430. 
 
 HYMN 429. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Helmsley. Littleton. 
 Isa. lii. 10. 
 
 1 X7"ES ! we trust the day is breaking ; 
 
 JL Joyful times are near at hand : 
 God, the mighty God, is speaking 
 By his word in ev'ry land : 
 
 When he chooses, 
 Darkness flies at his command. 
 
 2 Let us hail the joyful season ; 
 
 Let us nail the dawning ray : 
 When the Lord appears, there's reason 
 To expect a glorious day : 
 
 At his presence 
 Gloom and darkness flee away. 
 
 3 While the foe becomes more daring: 
 
 While he enters like a flood ; 
 God, the Saviour, is preparing 
 Means to spread his truth abroad ; 
 
 Ev'ry language 
 Soon shall tell the love of God. 
 4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, 
 Let thy people see thy hand : 
 Let the gospel be victorious, 
 Thro' the world in ev'ry land : 
 
 And the idols 
 Perish, Lord, at thy command. 
 
 HYMN 430. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 China. Luther's Hymn. Truro. 
 
 1 XIEJOICE, for Christ, the Saviour reigns ; 
 JlMj He spreads his triumphs all abroad ; 
 And sinners, freed from endless pains, 
 
 Own him their Saviour, and their God. 
 
 2 His sons and daughters from afar. 
 Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; 
 
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431. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL 
 
 Those who were dead in sin before, 
 Bysov'reign grace are made alive. 
 
 3 Oh, may his conquests still increase, 
 And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue ; 
 While angels celebrate his praise, 
 And saints his growing glories show. 
 
 4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
 From all below, from all above ; 
 In lofty songs exalt his name ; — 
 In songs as lofty as his love. 
 
 HYMN 431. H. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Eagle Street. Psalm 148th. Bethesda. 
 Isa. lx. 1 . 
 
 1 f\ Zion tune thy voice, 
 
 ^^ And raise thy hands on high ; 
 Tell all the earth thy joys, 
 And boast salvation nigh. 
 
 Cheerful in God, 
 
 Arise and shine, 
 
 While rays divine 
 
 Stream all abroad. 
 
 2 He gilds thy mourning face 
 
 With beams that cannot fade : 
 His all-resplendent grace 
 He pours around thy head : 
 
 The nations round 
 
 Thy form shall view, 
 
 With lustre new 
 
 Divinely crown'd, 
 
 3 In honor to his name 
 
 Reflect that sacred light ; 
 And loud that grace proclaim, 
 
 Which makes thy darkness bright : 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 432. 
 
 Pursue his praise, 
 
 Till sov'reign love 
 
 In worlds above 
 
 The glory raise. 
 4 There on his holy hill 
 
 A brighter sun shall rise, 
 And with his radiance fill 
 Those fairer, purer skies ; 
 
 While round his throne, 
 
 Ten thousand stars, 
 
 In noble spheres 
 
 His influence own. 
 
 HYMN 432. H. M. Toplady. 
 
 Eagle Street. Bethesda. Jubilee. 
 
 I X>LOVV ye the trumpet, blow 
 X3 The gladly solemn sound ! 
 Let all the nations know 
 To earth's remotest bound ; 
 
 The year of Jubilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 3 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
 The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption by his blood, 
 Thro' all the lands proclaim; 
 The year, &c. 
 
 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 Your liberty receive ; 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 And blest in Jesus live. 
 
 4 The gospel trumpet hear, 
 The news of pard'ning grace ; 
 Ye happy souls draw near, 
 Behold your Saviour's face. 
 
 5 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 Has full atonement made : 
 
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433, 434. REJOICING IN a revival. 
 
 Ye weary spirits rest ; 
 
 Ye mournful souls be glad ! 
 
 HYMN 433, L. P. M. Doddridge, 
 
 St. Helen's. Eaton. 
 Efficacy of God's word, Jer. xxiii. 29. 
 
 1 X^ST^TH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord . 
 
 ▼ ▼ We hear the thunders of thy word ; 
 
 The pride of Lebanon it breaks, 
 Swift the celestial fire descends, 
 The flinty rock in pieces rends, 
 
 And earth to its deep centre shakes. 
 
 2 Array'd in majesty divine, 
 Here sanctity and justice shine, 
 
 And horror strikes the rebel thro' ; 
 While loud this awful voice makes known 
 The wonders which thy sword hath done, 
 
 And what thy vengeance yet shall do, 
 
 3 So spread the honors of thy name ; 
 The terrors of a God proclaim ; 
 
 Thick let the pointed arrows fly ; 
 Till sinners, humbled in the dust, 
 Shall own the execution just, 
 
 And bless the hand by which they die. 
 
 4 Then clear the dark tempestuous day, 
 And radiant beams of love display, 
 
 Each prostrate soul let mercy raise ; 
 So shall the bleeding captives feel, 
 Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, 
 
 And change their notes to songs of praise . 
 
 HYMN 434. 8, 7, 4. Kelly. 
 
 Littleton. Tarmvorth. 
 Isa.lii. 7. 
 
 1 l^N the mountain's top appearing, 
 ^J Lo, the sacred herald stands ; 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 4 >0 
 
 Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
 Zion Ion? in hostile lands: 
 
 Mourning captive, 
 God himself will loose thy bands. 
 
 2 Has thy night been long and mournful, 
 
 All thy friends unfaithful prov'd 1 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
 By thy sighs and tears unmov'd ! 
 
 Cease thy mourning, 
 Zion still is well belov'd. 
 
 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ! 
 
 He himself appears thy friend : 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee, 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
 
 Great deliv'rance 
 Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 
 
 4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee, 
 
 All thy warfare now is past, 
 God, thy Saviour shall defend thee, 
 Peace and joy are come at last; 
 
 All thy conflicts 
 End in everlasting rest. 
 
 HYMN 435. C. M. 
 
 St. Ann's. Colchester. St. Martin's. 
 Sinai and Calvary. 
 
 I 
 
 HARK! how from Sinai's mount proceeds 
 The trumpet's awful blast ; 
 While yet the heart with anguish bleeds, 
 And sinks in wo at last. 
 
 Behold the sinner's fearless soul, 
 
 Which love could ne'er arrest, 
 With trembling hears the thunder roll, 
 
 And death approaching fast. — 
 
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436. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 
 
 3 But lo ! — what sounds of heav'nly peace. 
 
 Amid the storm I hear ; 
 When howling winds a moment cease. 
 And love succeeds to fear ! 
 
 4 Now, on the hill of Calvary, 
 
 Where Jesus once was slain, 
 Sweet peace, and love, and sympathy. 
 There all unbroken reign. 
 
 5 Whene'er the tempest's vengeful voice. 
 
 And guilt my soul appal, 
 I then in Jesus will rejoice, 
 And mercy's gentle call. 
 
 6 And when by care and wo oppress 
 
 Or storms of sorrow fall, 
 I'll flee to him and find a rest — 
 Enjoy in him my all. 
 
 HYMN 436. 7s. 
 
 Pleyel's Hymn. Hampton, 
 The little cloud. 1 Kings xviii. 44 
 
 1 O AW ye not the cloud arise, 
 K^ Little as a human hand ! 
 Now it spreads along the skies, 
 
 Hangs o'er all the thirsty land \ 
 
 2 Lo, the promise of a show'r 
 
 Drops already from above ; 
 But the Lord will shortly pour 
 AH the blessings of his love. 
 
 3 When he first the work begun, 
 
 Small and feeble was his day ; 
 Now the word doth swiftly run, 
 Now it wins its wid'ning way. 
 
 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ; 
 
 He the door hath open'd wide ; 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 437, 438, 
 
 lie hath giv'n the word of grace ; 
 Jesus' word is glorify'd. 
 
 HYMN 437. S. M. 
 
 Cambridge. Silver Street. 
 Isa. lx. 8. 
 
 1 rilHE day is drawing nigh, 
 JL Still brighter far than this, 
 When converts like a cloud shall fly 
 To seek the realms of bliss. 
 
 1 What rapt'rous scenes of joy 
 
 Shall burst upon our sight, 
 When sinners up to Zion's hill 
 
 Like doves shall speed their flight. 
 3 Beneath thy balmy wing, 
 
 O Sun of righteousness, 
 These happy souls shall sit and sing 
 
 The wonders of thy grace. 
 
 HYMN 438. 8, 7. Whitefield. 
 
 Love Divine. Tabernacle. 
 L " * OVE divine, all love excelling, 
 JL^ Joy of heav'n 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 ev'ry trembling heart. 
 
 2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into ev'ry troubled breast : 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find thy promised rest ; 
 Take away the love of sinning, 
 
 Take our load* of guilt away ; 
 End the work of thy beginning, 
 
 Bring us to eternal day. 
 
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439. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL, 
 
 3 Carry on thy new creation, 
 
 Pure and holy may we be ; 
 Let us see our whole salvation, 
 
 Perfectly secur'd by Thee ; 
 Change from glory into glory, 
 
 'Till in heav'n we take our place ; 
 'Till we cast our crowns before Thee. 
 
 Lost in wonder, love and praise. 
 
 HYMN 439. 8, 7. Robinson. 
 
 Love Divine. Good Shepherd. 
 Grateful recollection, 1 Sam. vii. 12. 
 
 1 ^iOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing. 
 Vy 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 God's unchanging love. 
 
 2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer, 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure. 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
 He to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interpos'd with precious blood. 
 
 3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! 
 Let that grace now, 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 from thy courts above. 
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REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 440, 441. 
 
 HYMN 440. C. M. Logan. 
 
 Braintree. Springfield. Clifford. 
 Isa.lv. 12, 13. 
 
 1 TVTESSIAH ! at thy glad approach. 
 -LTJL The howling winds are still ; 
 Thy praises fill. the lonely waste, 
 
 And breathe from ev'ry hill. 
 
 2 The hidden fountains at thy call, 
 
 Their sacred stores unlock ; 
 Loud in the desert, sudden streams 
 Burst living from the rock. 
 
 3 The incense of the spring ascends 
 
 Upon the morning gale ; 
 Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, 
 The lilies in the vale. 
 
 4 Renewed, the earth a robe of light 
 
 A robe of beauty wears ; 
 And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun 
 Leads on the promis'd years. 
 
 3 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace 
 The loud hosanna sing ; 
 With hallelujahs, and with hymns. 
 O Zion hail thy King. 
 
 HYMN 441. L. M. Tappan. 
 
 Shoel. Chatham. Sterling. 
 
 1 XT ARK! from yon wilds is heard the strain 
 JtX Of joy and praise ascending high ; 
 The song of Zion cheers the plain, 
 
 The desert breathes the contrite's sigh. 
 
 2 Now true Religion rears her throne, 
 
 Where superstition darkly trod ; 
 And when His altar was unknown, 
 t T nnumber'd temples rise to God. 
 
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442, 443. REJOICING IN a revival. 
 
 3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high, 
 Salvation to the heathen flows ; 
 Let anthems roll along the sky ; 
 The desert blossoms like the rose. 
 
 HYMN 442. L. M. 
 
 Moreton. Kent. Luther's Hymn. 
 John iv. 35. 
 
 1 " " IFT up your eyes, ye sons of light. 
 -Li Behold the fields already white ! 
 The glorious harvest now is come ; 
 See ransom'd sinners flocking home. 
 
 2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind, 
 Their hearts are all as one inclin'd ; 
 Their former sins and follies mourn ; 
 They bow, and to their God return. 
 
 3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast, 
 Ere yet the shining season's past, 
 When all the work of life shall end, 
 The last — the lono; dark night descend. 
 
 HYMN 443. 8, 7, 4. Kelly. 
 
 Littleton. Jordan. 
 Zech. xiii. 1. 
 
 1 £^EE, from Zion's sacred mountain, 
 £^ Streams of living water flow : 
 God has open'd there a fountain ; 
 
 This supplies the plains below : 
 
 They are blessed, 
 Who its sov'reign virtues know. 
 
 2 Thro' ten thousand channels flowing, 
 
 Streams of mercy find their way ; 
 Life, and health, and joy bestowing, 
 Making all around look gay, 
 
 O, ye nations ! 
 Hail the long expected day. 
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HEJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 444* 
 
 3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure, 
 
 All enriching as it goes : 
 Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure. 
 Buds and blossoms as the rose, 
 
 Ev'ry object 
 Sings for joy where'er it flows. 
 
 4 Trees of life the banks adorning, 
 
 Yield their fruit to all around ; 
 Those who eat are sav'd from mourning, 
 Pleasure comes and hopes abound : 
 
 Fair their portion ! 
 Endless life with glory crown'd. 
 
 HYMN 444. H. M. 
 
 Weymouth. Eagle Street, 
 
 1 TIT ARK! hark ! — the notes of joy 
 JLA Roll o'er the heav'nly plains, 
 
 And seraphs find employ 
 
 For their sublimest strains ; 
 Some new delight in heav'n is known ; 
 Loud sing the harps around the throne. 
 
 2 Hark ! hark ! — the sounds draw nigh* 
 The joyful host descend ; 
 
 Jesus forsakes the sky, 
 
 To earth his footsteps bend ; 
 He comes to bless our fallen race ; 
 He comes with messages of grace. 
 
 5 Bear, bear the tidings round ; 
 Let every mortal know 
 What love in God is found, 
 What pity he can show ; 
 
 Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll. 
 Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 
 
 4 Strike, strike the harps again, 
 To great Immanuel's name ; 
 
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445. REJOICING IN A REVIVAL. 
 
 Arise, ye sons of men, 
 And all his grace proclaim ; 
 Angels and men, wake ev'ry string, 
 'Tis God, the Saviour's praise we sing. 
 
 HYMN 445. 7, 6. Montgomery. 
 
 Brighthelmstone. Margate. 
 
 1 TT AIL to the Lord's anointed ! 
 XX Great David's greater Son ; 
 Hail in the time appointed, 
 
 His reign on earth begun ! 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free ; 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 1 He comes, with succor speedy, 
 
 To those who suffer wrong ; 
 To help the poor and needy, 
 
 And bid the weak be strong ; 
 To give them songs for sighing, 
 
 Their darkness turn to light, 
 Whose souls condemn'd and dying. 
 
 Were precious in his sight. 
 
 3 He shall come down, like showers 
 
 Upon the fruitful earth, 
 And love and joy, like flowers, 
 
 Spring in his path to birth : 
 Before him, on the mountains, 
 
 Shall peace the herald go, 
 And righteousness in fountains 
 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 4 For Him shall pray'r unceasing. 
 
 And daily vows ascend ; 
 His kingdom still increasing. 
 A kingdom without end : 
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baptism. 446, 447. 
 
 The tide of time shall never 
 His covenant remove ; 
 
 His name shall stand for ever ; 
 That name to us is — Love. 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 HYMN 446. L. M. 
 
 Leyden. Sterling. 
 Baptism. 
 
 1 |^|BEDIENT to our Zion's King, 
 ^J We to his holy laver bring 
 These happy converts, who have known 
 And trusted in his grace alone. 
 
 2 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face ; 
 Oh, bless them with peculiar grace ; 
 Refresh their souls with love divine ; 
 Let beams of glory round them shine. 
 
 3 Ye, who your native vileness mourn, 
 And to the great Redeemer turn, 
 Arise, his gracious call obey, 
 
 And be baptiz'd without delay. 
 
 
 HYMN 447. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 Bath. Kent. 
 Household Baptism. 
 
 1 ' TNITED pray'rs ascend to thee, 
 
 ^J Eternal parent of mankind ; 
 Smile on this waiting family — 
 Thy face they seek, and let them find. 
 
 2 Let the dear pledges of their love, 
 Like tender plants around them grow ; 
 Thy present grace, and joys above, 
 Tpon their little ones bestow. 
 
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448, 449. baptism. 
 
 3 Receive, at their believing hand, 
 
 The charge which they devote as thine f 
 Obedient to their Lord's command — 
 And seal with pow'r the rite divine. 
 
 4 To ev'ry member of their house, 
 Thy grace impart, thy love extend ; 
 Grant ev'ry good that time allows, 
 With heav'nly joys that never end. 
 
 HYMN 448. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 St. Ann's. Arlington. 
 Mark x. 14. 
 
 1 DEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
 £^ With all engaging charms ; 
 Hark, how he calls the tender Lambs. 
 
 And folds them in his arms. 
 
 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
 The Lord of angels came." 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands.. 
 
 And yield them up to thee ; 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ; 
 
 Ye children seek his face ; 
 And fly with transports to receive 
 The blessings of his grace. 
 
 5 If orphans they are left behind, 
 
 Thy guardian care we trust ; 
 That care shall heal our bleeding heart, 
 If weeping o'er their dust. 
 
 HYMN 449. C. M. Hyde. 
 
 Barby. Clarendon. Chapel. 
 
 J OHEPHERD, who lead'st with tender care, 
 ►O The feeble of thy fold,— 
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BAPTISM. 4J>fl 
 
 Who dost regard the weakest there, 
 And all their steps uphold ; 
 
 2 This little helpless lamb receive, 
 
 In mercy, to thy breast ; 
 And let parental fondness leave 
 It safely there to rest. 
 
 3 Surround it with thy guardian love, 
 
 Thro' all life's dang'rous way ; 
 Ne'er let it from thy pastures rove, 
 Nor be the lion's prey. 
 
 4 In thine eternal, heav'nly home, 
 
 Oh, let it find a place ; 
 And be, when life and toils are done, 
 A trophy of thy grace. 
 
 HYMN 450. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Barby. Bedford. Canterbury. 
 Practical Improvement, Col. iii. 1. 
 
 1 A TTEND, ye children of your God, 
 -£jL Ye heirs of glory, hear; 
 
 For accents so divine as these, 
 Might charm the dullest ear. 
 
 2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death, 
 
 Your souls to sin must die ; 
 With Christ, your Lord, ye live anew, 
 With Christ ascend on high. 
 
 3 There, by his Father's side he sits 
 
 Enthron'cl, divinely fair ; 
 Yet owns himself your Brother still, 
 And your Forerunner there. 
 
 4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 
 
 On wings of faith and love ; 
 Above, your choicest treasure lies, 
 And be your hearts above. 
 
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 MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 HYMN 451. L.M. 
 
 Luton. Leeds. Chatham. 
 Prayer for the spread of the Gospel. 
 
 1 npiHY people, Lord, who trust thy word. 
 
 JL And wait the smilings of thy face, 
 Assemble round thy mercy seat, 
 And plead the promise of thy grace. 
 
 2 We consecrate these hours to thee. 
 Thy sov'reign mercy to entreat ; 
 And feel some animating hope, 
 We shall divine acceptance meet. 
 
 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, 
 That his dominion shall extend, 
 Till ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord, 
 And ev'ry knee before him bend ? 
 
 4 Now let the happy time appear, 
 The time to favor Zion come ; 
 Send forth thy heralds far and near, 
 To call thy banish'd people home. 
 
 HYMN 452. L. M. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Portugal. 
 
 1 "INTERNAL God ! Almighty cause 
 
 jUj Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown 
 All things are subject to thy laws, 
 All things depend on thee alone. 
 
 2 Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands ; 
 Their idol deities dethrone ; 
 
 Reduce the world to thy commands : 
 And reign as thou art, God alone. 
 
 HYMN 453. C. M. 
 
 St. Ann's. Colchester. Bray. 
 1 f\ THOU great Monarch, in thy might 
 Vr Fulfil the long desire ; 
 
 29P. 
 
MONTHLY CONCERT. 454. 
 
 V thousand ages in thy sight, 
 Like yesterday retire. 
 
 2 Oh, let thy diadem supreme, 
 
 Its brightness now display, 
 And o'er the dying nations beam 
 With life's immortal day. 
 
 3 Then shall the desolations cease. 
 
 And earth in sweetest strain, 
 Thro' the long Jubilee of peace. 
 Sing thy unbounded reign. 
 
 HYMN 454 H. M. 
 
 Easrle Street. Bethesda. 
 
 1 ^OV'REIGl\ of worlds above. 
 ►^ And Lord of ali below, 
 Thy faithfulness and love, 
 
 Thy pow'r and mercy show : 
 Fulfil thy word ; 
 Thy Spirit give ; 
 Let heathens live 
 And praise the Lord. 
 
 2 On lands that lie beneath 
 
 Foul superstition's sway, 
 Whose horrid shades of death 
 Admit no heav'nly ray, 
 
 Blest spirit ! shine, 
 
 Their hearts illume ; 
 
 Dispel the gloom 
 
 With light divine. 
 
 3 Father, who to thy Son 
 
 Thy steadfast word hast giv'n. 
 That thro' the earth shall run 
 The news of peace with heav'n, 
 Extend his fame ; 
 Thy grace diffuse ; 
 And let the news 
 The world reclaim. 
 
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 455, 45G. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 4 Few be the years that roll, 
 Ere all shall worship thee : 
 The travail of his soul, 
 Soon let the Saviour see ; 
 O God of grace ! 
 Thy pow'r employ, 
 Fill earth with joy, 
 And heav'n with praise. 
 
 HYMN 455. S. M. 
 
 St. Thomas. Shirland. 
 
 GOD of sov'reign grace, 
 We bow before thy throne ; 
 And plead, for all the human race, 
 The merits of thy Son. 
 
 2 Spread thro' the earth, O Lord, 
 The knowledge of thy ways ; 
 iVnd let all lands with joy record 
 The great Redeemer's praise ! 
 
 HYMN 456. C. M. Gibbons. 
 
 Mear. Dundee. 
 
 1 fi REAT God, the nations of the earth 
 ^JT Are by creation thine ; 
 
 And in thy works, by all beheld, 
 Thy radiant glories shine. 
 
 2 But, Lord, thy richer love has sent 
 
 Thy gospel to mankind, 
 Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
 
 Are treasur'd in thy mind. 
 >} Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 Till ev'ry tribe and ev'ry soul 
 
 Shall hear the joyful sound. 
 1 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
 
 To spread the gospel ravs ; 
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MONTHLY CONCERT. 457, 458. 
 
 And build, on sin's demolish'd throne, 
 The temples of thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 457. C. M. Part II. 
 
 Rochester. Barby. 
 
 OH, when shall Afrie's sable sons 
 Enjoy the heav'nly word ; 
 And vassals, long enslav'd, become 
 The freemen of the Lord 1 
 
 When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes,. 
 
 A dark, bewilder d race, 
 Sit down at our ImmanuePs feet, 
 
 And learn and sing his grace 1 
 Haste, sov'reign Mercy, and transform 
 
 Their cruelty to love : 
 Soften the tiger to a lamb, 
 
 The vulture to a dove. 
 
 HYMN 458. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Littleton. Helmsley. 
 Isa. lx. 2, 3. 
 
 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness : 
 Cheer'd by no celestial ray, 
 Sun of Righteousness, arising, 
 
 Bring the bright, the glorious day ; 
 
 Send the gospel 
 To the earth's remotest bound. 
 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness ! 
 
 Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
 And from eastern coast to western, 
 May the morning chase the night ; 
 
 And redemption, 
 Freely purchas'd, win the day. 
 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel — 
 Win and conquer, never cease ; 
 
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459, 460, MONTHLY CONCERT, 
 
 May thy lasting, wide dominions 
 Multiply and still increase ; 
 
 Sway thy sceptre, 
 Saviour, all the world around. 
 
 HYMN 459. L. M. Voke. 
 
 St. Catharine's. Nantwich. Kent. 
 
 1 i/i XERT thy pow'r, thy rights maintain. 
 Jt-i Insulted, everlasting King ! 
 
 The influence of thy crown increase, 
 And strangers to thy footstool bring. 
 
 2 In one vast symphony of praise, 
 
 Gentile and Jew shall then unite ; 
 And infidelity, asham'd, 
 
 Sink in th' abyss of endless night. 
 
 3 From east to west, from north to south. 
 
 Immanuel's kingdom must extend ; 
 And ev'ry man, in ev'ry face, 
 
 Shall meet a brother, and a friend. 
 
 HYMN 460. C. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Colchester. Rochester. Bray. 
 The desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7, 
 
 1 TNFINITE excellence is thine, 
 JL Thou lovely Prince of grace ! 
 Thine uncreated beauties shine, 
 
 With never fading rays. 
 
 2 Sinners from earth's remotest end, 
 
 Come bending at thy feet ; 
 To thee their pray'rs and vows ascend* 
 In thee their wisiies meet. 
 
 3 Millions of happy spirits live 
 
 On thy exhaustless store ; 
 From thee they all their bliss receive, 
 And still thou givest more. 
 
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MONTHLY CONCERT. 461, 462. 
 
 i Thou art their triumph and their joy — 
 They find their all in thee ; 
 Thy glories will their tongues employ. 
 Thro' all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 461. L. M. 
 
 China. Sterling. Truro. 
 The restoration of Israel. Ezek. xxxvi. 8. 
 
 1 TTJOUNTAINS of Israel, rear on high 
 XtJL Your summits, crown'd with verdure new. 
 And spread your branches to the sky, 
 
 Refulgent with celestial dew. 
 
 2 Fresh cities bloom along the plain : 
 
 New temples to Jehovah rise ; 
 The kindling voice of praise again 
 
 Wings its sweet anthems to the skies. 
 8 The bloody sacrifice no more 
 
 Shall smoke upon the altars high, 
 But ardent hearts from hill to shore 
 
 Send grateful incense to the sky. 
 
 4 The jubilee of man is near — 
 
 'Tis come, our God's unbounded reign ; 
 Our Jesus wipes the mourner's tear, 
 And Satan's wiles are all in vain. 
 
 5 Praise Him, ye tribes of Israel, praise 
 
 The King that ransom'd you from w T : 
 Nations ! the hymn of triumph raise, 
 And bid the song of rapture flow. 
 
 HYMN 462. 8, 7. Newton. 
 
 Love Divine. Tabernacle. 
 Ps. lxxxvii. 3. Isa. xxxiii. 20, 21. 
 
 1 £~^ LORIOUS things of thee are spoken. 
 
 IJf" Zion, city of our God ; 
 
 He, whose word cannot be broken, 
 Form'd thee for his own abode : 
 ' 303- 
 
463. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 On the rock of ages founded — 
 What can shake thy sure repose I 
 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 
 
 2 See, the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters. 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can- faint while such a river 
 
 Ever flows thy thirst t' assuage I 
 Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver. 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 3 Round each habitation hovering, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear ! 
 For a glory and a cov'ring, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near ; 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 
 Light by night and shade by day, 
 Safe they feed upon the manna 
 
 Which he gives them when they pray 
 
 HYMN 463. L. M. Hyde. 
 
 Chatham. New Hundreth. Bicester. 
 Jer. xxxi. 6. 
 
 1 r|1HE trump of Israel's jubilee 
 
 JL Shall sound aloud from Calvary, 
 And bid the wand'ring exiles — " Come, 
 And find in Zion still a home." 
 
 2 Israel shall hear — that thrilling sound 
 Shall reach to earth's remotest bound, 
 And gather to that holy place 
 
 The fugitives of Jacob's race. 
 
 3 Their exil'd tribes shall yet return, 
 Shall come to Calvary and mourn ; 
 And bow'd beneath Messiah's sway. 
 With willing hearts his rule obey. 
 304 
 
MONTHLY CONCERT. 464, 465, 406. 
 HYMN 464. L. M. 
 
 Kent. Bath. Wells. 
 Isa. lx. 2. 
 
 1 FTHHO' now the nations sit beneath 
 
 JL The darkness of o'erspreading death, 
 God will arise with light divine 
 On Zion's holy tow'rs to shine. 
 
 2 That light shall glance on distant lands. 
 And heathen tribes, in joyful bands, 
 Come with exulting haste to prove 
 The pow'r and greatness of his love. 
 
 3 Lord, may the triumphs of thy grace 
 Abound, while righteousness and peace, 
 In mild, and lovely forms, display 
 
 The glories of the latter day. 
 
 HYMN 465. L. M. H. 
 
 New Hundredth. Shoel. Kent. 
 . The Angels fight. Rev. xiv. 6. 
 
 1 riiHAT mighty angel, to whose hand 
 JL The everlasting word is giv'n, 
 
 Waves his broad wing o'er sea and land, 
 And soaring, cleaves the vault of heav'n, 
 
 2 And say — shall aught oppose his flight I — 
 
 Aught dim with clouds his flaming scroll ! 
 No ! — not till truth with holy light 
 Shall visit ev'ry heathen soul : 
 
 3 Not till blest Peace shall spring to birth : 
 
 Till hatred sheath his useless sword ; 
 Not till the nations of the earth 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 466. G. M. 
 
 Clifford. Missionary. Keene. 
 
 1 "OEHOLD, high in the midst of heav'n, 
 J-# A mighty angel flies ; 
 
 305 
 
467. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 The gospel, grace, and life are giv'n 
 By Him who paid their price, 
 
 2 Asia receives the word of love, 
 
 And wonders as she hears ; 
 The day-spring, dawning from above, 
 O'er Africa appears. 
 
 3 The islands of the sea rejoice, 
 
 And sing ImmanueFs praise ; 
 With joyful heart and rapt'rous voice. 
 They shout his welcome grace. 
 
 4 Then let us shout hosannas too, 
 
 To David's princely Son ;— 
 Then let us to the nations show 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 HYMN 467. L. M. Mkrrick. 
 
 Old Hundred. Nantwich. Leeds. 
 Prayer for Israel. Rom. x. 1 . 
 
 1 A RISE, great God, and let thy grace 
 J\- Shed its glad beams on Jacob's race 
 Restore the long lost, scatter'd band, 
 And call them to their native land. 
 
 2 Their mis'ry let thy mercy heal, 
 Their trespass hide, their pardon seal ; 
 O God of Israel, hear our pray'r, 
 And grant them still thy love to share. 
 
 3 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove 
 The sad suspension of thy love ! 
 
 Say, shall thy wrath perpetual burn \ 
 And wilt thou ne'er, appeas'd, return ? 
 
 4 Thy quick'ning Spirit now impart, 
 And wake to joy each grateful heart, 
 While Israel's rescu'd tribes in Thee 
 Their bliss and full salvation see* 
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MONTHLY CONCERT. 468, 469. 
 
 HYMN 468. C. M. 
 
 Clarendon. Braintree. 
 
 1 OHEPHERD of Israel, thou didst lead 
 ►3 Thy flock the desert thro', 
 
 And from between the Cherubim 
 Thy beaming mercy show. 
 
 2 And tho' their sins provok'd thee oft 
 
 To give them for a prey, 
 Yet didst thou for thy mercies sake 
 Oft turn thy wrath away. 
 > But now far ages they have been 
 Far banishM from thy sight, 
 Wand'ring thro' all the earth, as thos< 
 In whom is no delight. 
 
 1 Yet is thy word of promise sure. 
 That they shall be restored, 
 And with the Gentile church unite 
 To love and serve the Lord. 
 5 Our faith in expectation waits 
 With ever longing eyes ; 
 Oh, bid the shadows flee away — 
 That glorious morning rise. 
 
 HYMN 469. L. M. 
 
 Wells. Portugal. 
 
 1 T^ATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear 
 JT Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed ; 
 Justly they claim the softest pray'r 
 
 From those adopted in their stead : 
 
 2 Outcast from thee, and scatter'd wide 
 
 Thro' ev'ry nation under heav'n, 
 Rejecting whom they crucifi'd, 
 Unsav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n. 
 
 3 But hast thou finally forsook, 
 
 For ever cast thv own awav 1 
 
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470, 471. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 No — thou wilt bid them turn and look 
 On him they pierc'd, and mourn and pray. 
 
 4 Come, then, thou great Deliv'rer, come, 
 The veil from Jacob's heart remove : 
 Receive thy ancient people home, 
 That they may sing redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 470. L. M. Hyde. 
 
 Cumberland. Blendon. Chatham. 
 The restoration of Israel. 
 
 THE Lord will not forget the grace 
 Reserv'd for faithful Abra'm's race ; 
 His love their wand'rings shall restore, 
 And guide them, that they stray no more. 
 
 2 Israel! 'tis thine accepted day, 
 
 Thy God himself prepares the way ; — 
 Behold his ensign from afar — 
 Behold the light of Jacob's Star. 
 
 3 That Star, which once on Bethle'm rose. 
 A token on' thy mountain glows, 
 
 The morn of earth's blest jubilee 
 Sheds its sweet early light on thee. 
 
 4 And thou, who once on Israel's ground, 
 A homeless wanderer wast found, 
 Redeemer, on thy heav'nly throne, 
 
 Still call that ancient church thine own ; — 
 
 5 Bid her departed light return, 
 
 Thy holy splendor round her burn ; — 
 From prostrate Judah's ruins raise 
 A living temple to thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 471. L. M. 
 
 Nantwieh. Portugal. Moreton. 
 Prayer for the success of the gospel. 
 
 1 TNDULGENT God, to thee we pray; 
 A Be with us on this solemn day : 
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MONTHLY CONCERT. 472. 
 
 Our brethren bless, their zeal approve, 
 That zeal which burns to spread thy love. 
 
 2 With cheerful steps may they proceed, 
 Where'er thy providence shall lead : 
 Let heav'n and earth their work befriend. 
 And mercy all their paths attend. 
 
 9j Let num'rous solemn crowds be found, 
 Anxious to hear the gospel sound ; 
 And rude barbarians, bond and free, 
 In suppliant throngs, resort to thee. 
 
 4 Where pagan altars now are built, 
 And brutal blood, or human, spilt, 
 There may the bleeding cross be rear'd. 
 And God, our God, alone rever'd. 
 
 HYMN 472. L. M. 
 
 Old Hundred. Bicester. Blendon. 
 
 1 ^"\ THOU, who from thy glorious throne, 
 v^F Hast sent thy servants to proclaim 
 Salvation to a world undone, 
 
 And sound thro' all the earth thy name ; 
 
 2 Succeed their efforts who invite 
 
 The wand'ring, wretched outcasts home : 
 And let thy sov'reign Spirit's might 
 Compel the heathen world to come. 
 
 > From Afric's burning, arid sands, 
 And Asia's mild, resplendent sky ; 
 Let converts, from the heathen lands, 
 As doves unto their windows fly, 
 
 4 With Europe may they join to bless 
 The Saviour's name, his praise prolong ; 
 And Islands of the Southern seas 
 Join with America the song. 
 
 27 309 
 
473, 474. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 HYMN 473. L. M. 
 
 Blendon. Truro. 
 
 1 O OV'REIGN of worlds ! display thy pow'r, 
 ^5 Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour; 
 
 Bid the blight morning Star arise, 
 And point the nations to the skies. 
 
 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns. 
 On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 
 On wilds and continents unknown : 
 And be the universe thine own. 
 
 3 Speak ! and the world shall hear thy voice ; 
 Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice ; 
 Scatter the gloom of heathen night. 
 
 And bid all nations hail the light. 
 
 HYMN 474. C. M. 
 
 • Springfield. Barby. St. Martin's. 
 Matt, xxviii. 18. 
 
 1 fi REAT Saviour, let thy pow'r divine 
 ^JT O'er all the earth be known ; 
 
 Let all, to thee, their will resign, 
 And make thy will their own. 
 
 2 Perversion marks the guilty way. 
 
 Which heathens madly tread ; 
 From all thy laws they go astray. 
 And hasten to the dead. 
 
 3 Thou, Saviour-God, hast pow'r alone 
 
 To turn their wand'ringfeet, 
 To bend their souls before thy throne. 
 Low at thy mercy seat : 
 
 4 For all the pow'r, beneath, above. 
 
 Thy wounded hands sustain; 
 Then sway the sceptre of thy love. 
 
 And let thy mercy reign. 
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MONTHLY CONCERT. 475, 476, 477. 
 HYMN 475. L. M. 
 
 Bath. Chatham. 
 
 1 T^/|TILLIONS there are on heathen ground. 
 -1YJL Who never heard the gospel's sound ; 
 Lord, send it forth, and let it run, 
 
 Swift and reviving as the sun. 
 
 2 Guide thou their lips, who stand to tell 
 Sinners the way that leads from hell ; 
 To those who give, do thou impart 
 
 A gen'rous, wise and tender heart. 
 
 3 Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care. 
 That in thy grace they all may share: 
 And those who now in darkness dwell, 
 Deliv'rance sing from guilt and hell. 
 
 HYMN 476. L. M. 
 
 Kent. Leyden. Luton. 
 
 1 T OOK down, O God, with pitying eye, 
 JLJ And view the desolations round ; 
 See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
 
 And hurl their idols to the ground. 
 
 2 Lord, let the gospel-trumpet blow, 
 
 And call the nations from afar; 
 Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
 And earth's remotest ends draw near. 
 
 3 Let Satan's cruel kingdom shake, — 
 
 The realms of darkness and of sin: 
 I Messiah now his empire take — 
 In ev'ry soul his reign begin. 
 
 HYMN 477. L. M, 
 
 Blendon. Bicester. 
 Isa. li. 9. 
 
 1 A RM of the Lord, awake, awake ! 
 
 -£jL Put on thy strength — the nations shake. 
 
 311 
 
478. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 And let the world, adoring, see 
 Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 
 
 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
 " I am Jehovah — God alone :" 
 
 Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
 And cast their altars to the ground. 
 
 3 No more let human blood be spilt — 
 Vain sacrifice for human guilt ! 
 
 But to each conscience be apply'd 
 The blood that fluw'd from Jesus' side. 
 
 4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim, 
 In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name ; 
 
 Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall, 
 And crown the Saviour — Lord of alL 
 
 HYMN 478. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Jordan. Tamworth. 
 For the influences of the Spirit. 
 
 1 "l^tT^HO but thou, almighty Spirit, 
 
 ▼ ▼ Can the heathen world reclaim? 
 Men may preach, but till thou favor, 
 Heathens will be still the same : 
 
 Mighty Spirit ! 
 Witness to the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets. 
 
 Glorious light in latter days: 
 Come and bless bewilder'd nations, 
 
 Change our pray'rs and tears to praise 
 
 Promis'd Spirit ! 
 Round the world diffuse thy rays. 
 
 3 All our hopes, and pray'rs, and labors 
 
 Must be vain without thine aid : 
 But thou wilt not disappoint us — 
 
 All is true that thou hast said : 
 Faithful Spirit ! 
 
 O'er the world thine influence shed, 
 312 
 
MONTHLY CONCERT. 479, 480. 
 
 HYMN 479. L. M. Rippon. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Kent. China. 
 The latter day glory. 
 
 1 X7J7"HEN will the happy trump proclaim 
 
 ▼ ▼ The judgment of the martyr'd Lamb 1 
 When shall the captive troops be free, 
 And keep th' eternal jubilee ! 
 
 2 Hasten it, Lord, in ev'ry land, — 
 Send thou thine angels and command ; 
 "Go, sound deliv'rance — loudly blow 
 Salvation to the saints below !" 
 
 3 We long to have the day appear, 
 The promis'd, great Sabbatic year ; 
 When, far from grief, and sin, and hell, 
 Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 
 
 4 Till then, we will not let thee rest — 
 Thou still shalt hear our strong request ; 
 And this our daily pray'r shall be, 
 Lord, sound the trump of jubilee ! 
 
 HYMN 480. C. M. Tappan. 
 
 Colchester. Florence. Wareham. 
 Arise, shine, — Isa. lx. 1. 
 
 1 FT ARK ! 'tis the Prophet of the skie* 
 -i-l Proclaims redemption near ; 
 
 The night of death and bondage flies. 
 The dawning tints appear. 
 
 2 Zion, from deepest shades of gloom. 
 
 Awakes to glorious day ; 
 Her desert wastes with verdure bloom.. 
 Her shadows flee away. 
 
 3 The glad'ning news, convey'd afar, 
 
 Remotest nations hear ; 
 To welcome Judah's rising Star, 
 The ransom'd tribes appear. 
 
 27* SI 
 
481, 482. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 I Fair Lebanon shall hear his voice, 
 And lands where Jordan flows, 
 With Sharon's desert shall rejoice. 
 And blossom as the rose. 
 
 HYMN 481. C. M. Logan. 
 
 Braintree. New Cambridge. Keene. 
 Mic. iv. 1 — 5. 
 
 t TVEHOLD ! the mountain of the Lord. 
 J3 In latter days shall rise 
 Above the mountains and the hills. 
 And draw the wond'ring eyes. 
 I To this the joyful nations round, 
 
 All tribes and tongues, shall flow ; 
 "Up to the hill of God," they say, 
 "And to his courts we'll go." 
 
 3 The beams that shine on Zion's hill 
 
 Shall lighten ev'ry land ; 
 The King who reigns in Zion's tow'rs. 
 Shall all the world command. 
 
 4 No longer hosts encount'ring hosts, 
 
 Their millions slain deplore ; 
 They hang the trumpet in the hall, 
 And study war no more. 
 
 5 Come then — Oh, come from ev'ry land. 
 
 To worship at his shrine : 
 And walking in the light of God, 
 With holy beauties shine. 
 
 HYMN 482. L. M. Hyde. 
 
 Luton. Blendon. 
 Luke i. 78. 
 
 1 13EHOLD the glorious dawning bright 
 JLJ Of the millennial morn arise, 
 The prelude of the promis'd light 
 
 Now gladdens the expecting skies ! 
 >14 
 
MONTHLY CONCERT. 483, 484. 
 
 2 And shall not those awake, who claim 
 
 Their hearts and hopes on high to place ; 
 Who bear the Saviour's sacred name, 
 While he displays his boundless grace ! 
 
 3 Lo, Jesus comes ! his people know 
 
 The goings of their glorious King — 
 He rends the heav'ns, the mountains flow. 
 And his redeem'd his triumph sing. 
 
 4 How sweet his peaceful reign shall be, 
 
 His sway shall all the nations own, 
 
 All tongues shall bless him — ev'ry knee 
 
 Shall bow submissive to his throne. 
 
 HYMN 483. L. M. Beddome. 
 
 Old Hundred. Luther's H. Malmsbury. 
 Thy kingdom come. Matt. vi. 10. 
 
 1 A SCEND thy throne, Almighty King, 
 -^- And spread thy glories all abroad : 
 Let thy own arm salvation bring, 
 
 And be thou known, the gracious God. 
 
 2 Let millions bow before thy seat ; 
 
 Let humble mourners seek thy face ; 
 Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
 Subdu'd by thy victorious grace. 
 
 3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world 
 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
 Let saints and angels praise thy name ; 
 Be thou thro' heav'n and earth ador'd. 
 
 HYMN 484. L. M. 
 
 Luther's H. Malmsbury. 
 
 B 
 
 Vast as the blessings he conveys, 
 Wide as his reign from pole to pole, 
 And permanent as his control : 
 
 315 
 
485, 486. MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 2 So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come — 
 Then sin and hell's terrific gloom 
 Shall, at his brightness, flee away. 
 The dawn of an eternal day. 
 
 HYMN 485. C. M. 
 
 Clifford. Steffani's. Keenc. 
 Prince of Peace. 
 
 ET saints on earth their anthems raise. 
 Who taste the Saviour's grace : 
 Let heathens too proclaim his praise, 
 And crown him " Prince of Peace." 
 
 2 Praise him who laid his glory by, 
 
 For man's apostate race ; 
 Praise him, who stoop'd to bleed and die. 
 And crown him " Prince of Peace." 
 
 3 Ye nations, lay your weapons down, 
 
 Let war for ever cease ; 
 Immanuel for your Sov'reign own, 
 And crown him "Prince of Peace." 
 
 4 We soon shall reach the heav'nly shore. 
 
 To view his lovely face ; 
 His name for ever to adore, 
 
 And crown him " Prince of Peace." 
 
 HYMN 486. 8, 7. Kelly. 
 
 Tabernacle. Drummond. 
 Isa. ii. 2. 
 
 1 XT ARK ! a cry among the nations ! 
 JLJL "Come, and let us seek the Lord : 
 Vain our former expectations ; 
 
 Vain the idols we ador'd : 
 Zion's King is God alone : 
 Let us bow before his throne." 
 316 
 
MONTHLY CONCERT. 
 
 2 See! from ev'ry quarter flowing, 
 
 Joyful crowds assemble round : 
 Love, in ev'ry heart is glowing : 
 
 Praise is heard in ev'ry sound; 
 While Jehovah shows his face, 
 Glory fills the sacred place. 
 > Weapons meant for mutual slaughter 
 
 Now are instruments of peace ; 
 They who taste the living water, 
 
 Learn from war and strife to cease : 
 Jesus reigns — the earth is still — 
 All the nations do his will. 
 
 HYMN 487. 7s. Montgomery. 
 
 Hotham. Middleton. 
 Rev. xiv. 2, 3. 
 
 1 TTARK ! the song of Jubilee, 
 XX Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
 Or the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shore : — 
 Hallelujah! for the Lord, 
 
 God omnipotent shall reign ; 
 Hallelujah! let the word 
 
 Echo round the earth and main. 
 
 2 Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound, 
 
 From the depth unto the skies, 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
 All creation's harmonies : — 
 See Jehovah's banner furl'd, 
 
 Sheath'd his sword : he speaks : 'tis done 
 And the kingdoms of this world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 3 He shall reign from pole to pole 
 
 With illimitable sway : 
 He shall reign, when like a scroll, 
 Yonder heav'ns have pass'd away :— 
 
 317 
 
488, 489. missionary meetings. 
 
 Then the end ; — beneath his rod. 
 
 Man's last enemy shall fall ; 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 
 God in Christ, is all in all. 
 
 MISSIONARY .MEETINGS 
 
 HYMN 488. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Leeds. Bath. 
 For Missionary Associations. 
 
 1 A SSEMBLED at thy great command, 
 J-^L Before thy face, dread King, we stand : 
 The voice that marshall'd e^Vy star, 
 
 Has call'd thy people from afar. 
 
 2 We meet, thro' distant lands to spread 
 The truth for which the martyrs bled; 
 Along the line — to either pole — 
 
 The thunder of thy praise to roll. 
 
 3 First, bow our hearts beneath thy sway : 
 Then give thy growing empire way, 
 
 O'er wastes of sin — o'er fields of blood — 
 Till all mankind shall be subdu'd. 
 
 4 Our pray'rs assist — accept our praise — 
 Our hopes revive — our courage raise — 
 Our counsels aid — and Oh ! impart 
 The single eye — the faithful heart ! 
 
 5 Forth with thy chosen heralds come, 
 Recal thewand'ring Spirit home; 
 From Zion's mount send forth the sound 
 To spread the spacious earth around. 
 
 HYMN 489. L. M. Voke. 
 
 Leyden. China. Leeds. 
 
 1 T>EHOLD th! expected time draw near, 
 J-J The shades disperse, the dawn appears 
 318 
 
MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 490, 491. 
 
 Behold the wilderness assume 
 
 The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom. 
 
 2 The untaught heathen waits to know 
 The joy the gospel will bestow, 
 The exil'd captive, to receive 
 
 The freedom Jesus has to give. 
 
 3 Come, let us with a grateful heart 
 In the blest labor share a part ; 
 
 Our pray'rs and ofFrings gladly bring 
 To aid the triumphs of our King. 
 
 4 Invite the world to come and prove 
 A Saviour's condescending love ; 
 And humbly fall before his feet, 
 Assur'd they shall acceptance meet. 
 
 HYMN 490. L. M. 
 
 Armley. Luton. 
 
 1 TNDULGENT God of love and pow ? r, 
 ~i- Be with us at this solemn hour ! 
 Smile on our souls ; our plans approve, 
 By which we seek to spread thy love. 
 
 2 Let each discordant thought be gone, 
 And love unite our hearts in one; 
 Let all we have and are combine, 
 To forward objects so divine. 
 
 HYMN 491. C. M. Doddridge, 
 
 Plymouth. Buckingham. 
 
 1 riiHE Lord on mortal worms looks down 
 
 JL From his celestial throne ; 
 And, when the wicked swarm around, 
 He well discerns his own. 
 
 2 He sees the tender hearts that mourn 
 
 The scandals of the times, 
 
 And join their efforts to oppose 
 
 The wide-prevailing crimes. 
 
 319 
 
492. MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 
 
 3 Low to the social band he bows 
 His still attentive ear ; 
 And, while his angels sing around. 
 Delights their voice to hear. 
 
 HYMN 492. 7, 6. Bp. Hebek 
 
 Margate. Romain. 
 
 1 TT^ROM Greenland's icy mountains. 
 Jl 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 tho' the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle.. 
 Tho' ev'ry 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 ! O Salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim. 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learn'd Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story. 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole : 
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MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 493, 494. 
 
 Till o'er our ransom'd nature, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 HYMN 493. S. M. Voke. 
 
 Shirland. Northampton. 
 Ordination and departure of Missionaries. 
 
 1 "^^E Messengers of Christ, 
 
 JL His sov'reign voice obey ; 
 Arise ! and follow where he leads, 
 And peace attend your way. 
 
 2 The Master, whom you serve, 
 
 Will needful strength bestow ; 
 Depending on his promis'd aid, 
 With sacred courage go. 
 
 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, 
 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 The cause is God's, and must prevail, 
 In spite of all his foes. 
 
 4 Go, spread a Saviour's fame : 
 
 And tell his matchless grace 
 To the most guilty and deprav'd 
 Of Adam's num'rous race. 
 
 5 We wish you in his name, 
 
 The most divine success ; 
 Assur'd that he who sends you forth 
 Will your endeavors bless. 
 
 HYMN 494. L. M. 
 
 New Hundredth. Chatham. Malmsbury. 
 
 GO, much lov'd brethren, haste and rear 
 The gospel standard, void of fear : 
 Go, seek with joy your destin'd shore, 
 To view your native land no more. 
 
 28 mi 
 
495. MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 
 
 2 Yes — Christian Heroes ! go, proclaim 
 Salvation thro' ImmanuePs name ; 
 To barren climes the tidings bear, 
 And plant the rose of Sharon there. 
 
 3 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
 With flaming zeal your breasts inspire. 
 Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
 And hush the tempests into peace. 
 
 4 And when our labors all are o'er, 
 Then we shall meet to part no more ; 
 Meet with the blood bought throng to fall 
 And crown our Jesus Lord of all ! 
 
 HYMN 495. C. M. 
 
 Colchester. Clarendon. Keene. 
 
 1 d^i O, and the Saviour's grace proclaim. 
 ^J~ Ye messengers of God ; 
 
 Go, publish, thro' Immanuel's name. 
 Salvation bought with blood. 
 
 2 What tho' your arduous track may lie 
 
 Thro' regions dark as death ; 
 What tho' your faith and zeal to try. 
 Perils heset your path : 
 
 3 Yet, with determin'd courage, go, 
 
 And, arm'd with pow'r divine, 
 Your God will needful aid bestow. 
 And on your labors shine. 
 
 4 He who has call'd you to the war 
 
 Will recompense your pains ; 
 Before Messiah's conqu'ring car, 
 Mountains shall sink to plains. 
 
 5 Shrink not tho' earth and hell oppose. 
 
 But plead your Master's cause ; 
 Nor doubt that e'en your mighty foes 
 Shall bow before his cross. 
 
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MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 496, 497. 
 
 HYMN 496. CM. B. 
 
 York. Braintree. 
 
 GO, messenger of love, and bear, 
 Upon thy gentle wing, 
 The song which seraphs love to hear. 
 And angels joy to sing. 
 
 Go, to the heart with sin opprest, 
 
 And dry the sorrowing tear ; 
 Extract the thorn that wounds the breast. 
 
 The drooping spirit cheer. 
 
 Go, say to Zion, "Jesus reigns" — 
 
 By his resistless pow'r, 
 He binds his enemies with chains ; 
 
 They fall to rise no more. 
 
 Tell how the Holy Spirit flies, 
 
 As he from heav'n descends — 
 Arrests his proudest enemies, 
 
 And changes them to friends. 
 
 HYMN 497. 6, 4. 
 
 Hymn to the Trinity. St. Clement's. 
 
 IOUND, sound the truth abroad. 
 Bear ye the word of God 
 
 Thro' the wide world ; 
 Tell what our Lord has done. 
 Tell how the day is won, 
 And from his lofty throne. 
 
 Satan is hurl'd. 
 
 2 Far over sea and land, 
 
 'Tis our Lord's own command, 
 
 Bear ye his name ; 
 Bear it to ev'ry shore, 
 Regions unknown explore, 
 Enter at ev'ry door — 
 Silence is shame. 
 
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498. MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 
 
 3 Speed on the wings of love, 
 Jesus, who reigns above, 
 
 Bids us to fly : 
 They who his message bear, 
 Should neither doubt nor fear ; 
 He will their friend appear; 
 
 He will be nigh. 
 
 4 When on the mighty deep, 
 He will their spirits keep, 
 
 Stay'd on his word ; 
 When in a foreign land, 
 No other friend at hand, 
 Jesus will by them stand — 
 
 Jesus, their Lord. 
 
 5 Ye, who forsaking all, 
 
 At your lov'd Master's call. 
 
 Comforts resign ; 
 Soon will your work be done : 
 Soon will the prize be won; 
 Brighter than yonder sun, 
 
 Then shall ye shine. 
 HYMN 498. 7s. J. Marsden* 
 
 Middleton. Hotham. 
 Mark. xvi. 15. 
 
 1 /^ O, ye messengers of God, 
 
 VJT Like the beams of morning fly ; 
 Take the wonder-working rod, 
 Wave the banner cross on high 1 
 
 2 Go to many a tropic isle 
 
 On the bosom of the deep ; 
 Where the skies for ever smile, 
 And the blacks for ever weep. 
 
 3 Where the golden gates of day 
 
 Open on the palmy East, 
 Wide the bleeding cross display, 
 Spread the gospel's richest feast. 
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MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 499- 
 
 4 Visit ev'ry heathen soil, 
 
 Ev'ry barren, burning strand, 
 Bid each dreary region shine, 
 Lovely as the promis'd land. 
 
 5 In yon wilds of stream and shade. 
 
 Many an Indian wigwam trace ; 
 And with words of love persuade 
 Savages to sue for grace. 
 
 6 Circumnavigate the Ball — 
 
 Visit ev'ry soil and sea ; 
 Preach the cross of Christ to all; 
 Jesus' love is full and free. 
 
 HYMN 499. 8, 7, 4. Baldwin. 
 
 Tamworth. Littleton. 
 Farewell to Missionaries. 
 
 1 /^1 O, ye heralds of salvation, 
 
 ^J~ Go, proclaim ' Redeeming blood : ? 
 Publish to that barb'rous nation, 
 
 Peace and pardon from our God : 
 Tell the heathen, 
 
 None but Christ can do them good. 
 
 2 While the gospel trump you're sounding 
 
 May the Spirit seal the word, 
 And, thro' sov'reign grace abounding* 
 Heathen bow and own the Lord ; 
 
 Idols leaving, 
 God alone shall be ador'd. 
 
 3 Distant tho' our souls are blending, 
 
 Still our hearts are warm and true ; 
 In our pray'rs to heav'n ascending, 
 Brethren — we'll remember you; 
 
 Heav'n preserve you, 
 Safely all your journey through, 
 
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500. MISSIONARY MEETINGS. 
 
 4 When your mission here is finished, 
 
 And your work on earth is done, 
 
 May your souls, by grace replenish'd, 
 
 Find acceptance thro' the Son ; 
 
 Thence admitted, 
 Dwell for ever near his throne, 
 
 5 Loud hosannas now resounding, 
 
 Make the heav'nly arches ring: 
 Grace to sinful men abounding, 
 Ransom'd millions sweetly sing : 
 
 While, with rapture, 
 All adore their heav'nly King. 
 
 HYMN 500. C. M. 
 
 Steffani's. Braintree. 
 The Missionaries' farewell. 
 
 KINDRED, and friends, and native land. 
 How shall we say farewell I 
 How, when our swelling sails expand. 
 How will our bosoms swell ! 
 
 2 Yes, nature, all thy soft delights, 
 
 And tender ties we know ; 
 But love, more strong than death, unites 
 To Him that bids us go. 
 
 3 Thus, when our ev'ry passion mov'd, 
 
 The gushing tear-drop starts ; 
 
 The cause of Jesus more belov'd, 
 
 Shall glow within our hearts. 
 
 4 The sighs we breathe for precious souls. 
 
 Where He is yet unknown, 
 Might waft us to the distant poles, 
 Or to the burning zone. 
 
 5 With the warm wish our bosoms swell. 
 
 Our glowing pow'rs expand ; 
 Farewell,— then we can say, — Farewell, 
 
 Our friends, our native land !. 
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COLLECTIONS. 501, 502. 
 
 HYMN 501. L. M. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Armley. 
 
 FAREWELL ! and what if next we meet 
 In yonder world to which we haste. 
 And join to cast at Jesus' feet 
 Our crowns, while we his love shall taste. 
 
 Should sorrow therefore fill our mind ] 
 No ; let that hope our bosoms swell, 
 Then may we smiling look behind 
 And say to friends and home — Farewell, 
 
 COLLECTIONS. 
 
 HYMN 502. L. M. Gibbons. 
 
 Bostock. Bicester. Truro. 
 Acts. x. 38. 
 
 1 X/1THEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
 
 ▼ t What were his works from day to day 
 But miracles of power and grace, 
 That spread salvation thro' our race 1 
 
 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
 Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ; 
 Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done. 
 Be witness'd by each rolling sun. 
 
 3 That man may last, but never lives, 
 Who much receives, but nothing gives, 
 Whom none can love, whom none can thank ; 
 Creation's blot, creation's blank. 
 
 3 But he, who marks from day to day, , 
 In generous acts his radiant way, 
 Treads the same path his Saviour trod, 
 The path to glory and to God. 
 
503, 504. COLLECTIONS. 
 
 HYMN 503. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Springfield. York. St. Ann's. 
 The good Samaritan. Luke x. 30 — 37. 
 
 1 I^ATHER of mercies, send thy grace. 
 -F All pow'rful from above, 
 
 To form in our obedient souls 
 The image of thy love. 
 
 2 O may our sympathizing breast 
 
 That generous pleasure know ; 
 Kindly to share in others' joy, 
 And weep for others' wo. 
 
 3 When the most helpless sons of grief # 
 
 In low distress are laid ; 
 Soft be our hearts their pains to feel. 
 And swift our hands to aid. 
 
 4 So Jesus look'd on dying men, 
 
 When thron'd above the skies ; 
 And midst th' embraces of thy love. 
 He felt compassion rise. 
 
 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew 
 
 To raise us from the ground ; 
 And gave the richest of his blood. 
 A balm for ev'ry wound. 
 
 HYMN 504. 8, 7. Francis. 
 
 Sicilian H. Northampton- Chapel. 
 
 1 X7JTTHILE the heralds of salvation 
 
 ▼ ▼ God's abounding grace proclaim 
 Let his friends of ev'ry station, 
 Gladly join to spread his name. 
 
 2 May his kingdom be promoted — 
 
 May the world the Saviour know ; 
 Be my all to him devoted — 
 
 To my Lord my all I owe. 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 505, 506. 
 
 3 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations — 
 Praise him, all ye hosts above ; 
 Shout with joyful acclamations, 
 His divine — victorious love. 
 
 TIMES Ai\D SEASONS, 
 HYMN 505. C. M. 
 
 Wareham. Florence. 
 Morning. 
 
 1 X^TTHEN we, with welcome slumber pressed. 
 
 ▼ T Had clos'd our weary eyes, 
 A pow'r unseen secur'd our rest, 
 And made us joyful rise. 
 
 2 Numbers this ni^ht have doubtless met 
 
 Their long eternal doom ; 
 And lost the joys of morning light, 
 In death's tremendous gloom. 
 
 3 But life to us its light prolongs, — ■ 
 
 Let warmest thanks arise ; 
 Great God, accept our morning songs. 
 Our willing sacrifice. 
 
 HYMN 506. C. ML Steele. 
 
 Braintree. Rochester. 
 
 1 ^i REAT God, preserved by thine arm. 
 ^J I pass'd the shades of night ; 
 Serene — and safe from ev'ry harm, 
 
 And see returning light. 
 
 2 Oh, let the same Almighty care 
 
 My wakeful hours defend ; 
 
 From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare, 
 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 3 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And guide my future days ; 
 
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507, 508. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 And let thy goodness fill my soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 HYMN 507/ C. M. J. Steward. 
 
 Bray. Barby. Clarendon. 
 
 1 ^HOULD God forbid the sun to rise, 
 K^ And endless darkness reign, 
 Justice would silence ev'ry mouth, 
 
 Nor let a thought complain. 
 
 2 Thus had the fc^un of Righteousness 
 
 Never arose and shone, 
 The frowning heav'ns had flash'd with wrath. 
 For crimes which we have done. 
 
 3 Then had salvation ne'er appear'd. 
 
 Nor angels sung of peace ; 
 The anthem never had begun, 
 Which now will never cease, 
 
 4 But thanks to God, the nat'ral sun 
 
 Does light and heat convey ; 
 The Sun of Righteousness will shine 
 An everlasting day. 
 
 HYMN 508. C. M. 
 
 Bray. Colchester. 
 Mark i. 35. 
 
 1 1VTY lovely Jesus, while on earth, 
 JLT_I_ Arose before 'twas day ; 
 And to a solitary place 
 
 Departed, there to pray. 
 
 2 I'll do as did my blessed Lord — 
 
 His footsteps I will trace ; 
 
 I love to meet him in the grove, 
 
 And view his smiling face. 
 
 3 Early I'll rise, and sing and pray, 
 
 While I the light enjoy ; 
 May this bless'd work, from day to day. 
 My heart and tongue emplov. 
 
TIMES AND SEASONS. 509, 510. 
 
 HYMN 509. 7s. 
 
 Pleyel's. Redeeming Love. 
 
 1 l^TOW the shades of night are gone ; 
 J-^i Now the morning light is come ; 
 Loi;d, may I be thine to-day — 
 
 Drive the shades of sin away. 
 
 2 Fill my soul with heav'nly light, 
 Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight ; 
 In thy service, Lord, to-day, 
 
 Help me labor, help me pray. 
 
 3 Keep my haughty passions bound — 
 Save me from my foes around : 
 Going out and coming in, 
 
 Keep me safe from ev'ry sin. 
 
 4 When my work of life is past, 
 Oh ! receive me then at last ! 
 Night of sin will be no more, 
 When I reach the heav'nly shore. 
 
 HYMN 510. C. M. 
 
 .Colchester. Barby. 
 Evening. 
 
 1 TNDULGENT Father, by whose care. 
 1 I've pass'd another day, 
 
 Let me this night thy mercy share. 
 And teach me how to pray. 
 
 2 Show me my sins, and how to mourn 
 
 JVly guilt before thy face ; 
 Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone. 
 And save me by thy grace. 
 8 Let each returning night declare 
 The tokens of thy love ; 
 And ev'ry hour thy grace prepare 
 My soul for joys above. 
 4 And when on earth I close mine eyes. 
 To sleep in death's embrace, 
 
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511, 512. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 Let me to heav'n and glory rise, 
 T' enjoy thy smiling face. 
 
 HYMN 511. C. M. H. K. White. 
 
 York. Mear. 
 
 1 £\ LORD, another day is flown, 
 \J And we, a lonely band, 
 
 Are met once more before thy throne. 
 To bless thy fost'ring hand. 
 
 2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear 
 
 To praises low as ours I 
 Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear 
 The song which meekness pours. 
 
 3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, 
 
 As we before thee pray ; 
 For thou didst bless the infant train, 
 And we are less than they. 
 
 4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part. 
 
 And let contention cease ; 
 And shed abroad in ev'ry heart 
 Thine everlasting peace. 
 
 HYMN 512. S. M. 
 
 Yarmouth. Wirksworth. 
 
 1 rilHE day is past and gone, 
 
 JL The ev'ning shades appear : 
 Oh, may I ever keep in mind, 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 I lay my garments by, 
 
 Upon my bed to rest ; 
 So death will soon remove me hence. 
 And leave my soul undrest. 
 
 3 Lord, keep me safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all my fears ; 
 May angels guard me while I sleep. 
 
 Till morning light appears. 
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MES AND SEASONS. 513, 514. 
 
 4 And when I early rise, 
 
 To view tlf unwearied sun, 
 May I set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run : 
 
 5 That when my days are past, 
 
 And I from time remove, 
 Lord, I may in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
 HYMN 513. L.M. Collyer. 
 
 Old Hundred. Kent. 
 
 1 rilHE night shall hear me raise my songv 
 JL And in her silent courts my tongue 
 
 Shall pour the solitary lay, 
 
 For all the mercies of the day. 
 1 Nor will my God disdain to hear 
 
 The sigh I breathe — the fervent pray'r; 
 
 When, sinking to oblivious rest, 
 
 I seek the pillow of his breast. 
 3 And when the blushing morn shall rise,. 
 
 To tinge with gold the eastern skies ; 
 
 With strength renew'd, my thankful lav 
 
 Shall hail the new-born beams of day. 
 HYMN 514. 8s. Toplady. 
 
 Bethany. Lambeth. 
 
 1 TNSPIRER and Hearer of pray'r, 
 -E- Before whom a vsinner may bend ; 
 My all to thy covenant care, 
 
 I sleeping or waking commend. 
 
 2 If thou art my shield and my sun, 
 
 The night is no darkness to me ; 
 And fast as my moments roll on, 
 They bring me but nearer to thee. 
 ;3 From evil secure, and its dread, 
 I rest, if mv Saviour be ni^h ; 
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515, 516> T13IES AND SEASONS. 
 
 And songs his kind presence indeed, 
 Shall in the night season supply. 
 4 He smiles, and my comforts abound ; 
 His grace as the dew shall descend : 
 
 And walls of salvation surround 
 The soul he delights to defend. 
 
 HYMN 515. C. M. 
 
 Clarendon. Bray. 
 Saturday night. 
 
 1 T>EGONE, my worldly cares, away, 
 JtJ Nor dare to tempt my sight ; 
 Let me begin th' ensuing day, 
 
 Before I end this night. 
 
 2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise 
 
 Employ my heart and tongue ; 
 Begin, my soul ; — thy Sabbath days 
 Can never be too long. 
 
 3 Let the past mercies of the week 
 
 Excite a grateful frame ; 
 Nor let my tongue refuse to speak 
 Some good of Jesus' name. 
 
 4 On wings of expectation borne. 
 
 My hopes to heav'n ascend ; 
 I long to welcome in the morn, 
 With thee the day to spend. 
 
 HYMN 516. L. M. Ste^etu 
 
 Quercy. Portugal. Blendon. 
 The Sabbath. 
 
 1 A NOTHER six days' work is done, 
 -£jL Another Sabbath is begun ; 
 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest — 
 Improve the day thy God has bless'd. 
 
 2 Come, bless, the Lord, whose love assigns 
 So sweet a rest to wearv minds ; 
 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 517. 
 
 Provides an antepast of heav'n, 
 And gives this day the food of sev'n. 
 
 3 O, that that our thoughts and thanks may rise. 
 As grateful incense to the skies ; 
 
 And draw from heav'n that sweet repose. 
 Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 
 
 4 This heav'nly calm, within the breast, 
 Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the church of God remains. 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
 5 In holy duties let the day, 
 
 In holy pleasures, pass aw r ay ; 
 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 
 
 HYMN 517. Gt M. 
 
 Clarendon. Clifford. Springfield. 
 
 1 X7^7"HEN, on the third auspicious day. 
 
 ▼ T While yet the blushing dawn 
 Shed forth its earliest smiling ray 
 To guild the rising morn ; 
 
 2 The " holy women" sought the place 
 
 Where their belov'd was laid, 
 And shining angels preach'd the grace 
 That rais'd him from the dead ; 
 
 3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground. 
 
 Where his dear flesh had lain, 
 To tell his mourning friends around., 
 That Jesus lives again. 
 
 4 This day, as days of older time, 
 
 Is one of heav'nlyjoy; 
 Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime. 
 And ev'ry tongue employ. 
 
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318,. 519. TIMES AND SEASON 
 
 I1Y3IN 'AS. C. M. Bkows 
 
 B&by. Mear. York. 
 Evening of the Lord's day. 
 
 FREQUENT the day of God returns 
 To shed its quickening beam 
 And yet how slow devotion burns ; 
 How languid are its flames ' 
 
 2 Accept our faint attempts to love — 
 
 Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; 
 We would be like thy saints above 
 And praise thee while we live. 
 
 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope 
 
 And fit us to ascend, 
 Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
 The Sabbath ne'er shall end ; 
 4 Where we shall. breathe in heav'nly an 
 With heav'nly lustre shine ; 
 Before the throne of God appear. 
 And feast on love divine. 
 
 HYMN 519. L. ML Doddrid 
 
 Antigua. Winchester. 
 The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9. 
 
 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we low 
 But there's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our longing souls aspire, 
 With ardent pangs of strong desire. 
 
 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
 Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place : 
 No groans to mingle with the songs, 
 Which warble from immortal tongtu 
 
 3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repose ; 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun. 
 Obscures the lustre of thy throne. 
 
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 TIMES AND SEASONS. 520, 521. 
 
 Around thy throne, grant we may meet, 
 And give us but the lowest seat ; 
 We'll shout thy praise, and join the song 
 Of the triumphant, holy throng. 
 
 HYMN 5-20. C. M. 
 
 Springfield. Wareham. Barby. 
 Winter. 
 
 SEE, how rude winter's icy hand 
 Has stript the verdant ground ! 
 But spring will soon his rage withstand,. 
 
 And spread new beauties round. 
 My soul a sharper winter mourns; 
 
 And fruitless I remain ; 
 When will the gentle spring return. 
 
 The graces grow again f 
 Jesus, my glorious Sun, arise — 
 
 This frozen heart remove : 
 O, hush these storms, and clear my skies. 
 
 And let me feel thy love ! 
 
 HYMN 521. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Colchester. York. 
 Spring, or return of joy. 
 
 AT length the wish'd for spring has come : 
 How alter'd is the scene I 
 
 The trees and shrubs are drestin bloom. 
 The earth arrav'd in green. 
 
 2 I see my Saviour from on high, 
 
 Break through the clouds and shine: 
 No creature now more blest than I, 
 Xo song more loud than mine. 
 
 3 Thy word does all my hopes revive ; 
 
 It overcomes my foes ; 
 It makes my languid graces thrive. 
 And blossom like the rose. 
 
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52G. TIMES AND SEASONS, 
 
 According to thy richest grace, 
 And thine Almighty pow'r. 
 
 2 Dear youth, we know your sinful state — 
 
 May God your hearts renew ! 
 We would awhile ourselves forget 
 To pour out pray'r for you. 
 
 3 We see, tho' you perceive it not, 
 
 Th' approaching, awful doom ! 
 Oh, tremble at the solemn thought, 
 And flee the wrath to come ! 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, let this new-born year 
 
 Spread an alarm abroad ; 
 And cry in ev'ry careless ear, 
 " Prepare to meet thy God !" 
 
 HYMN 526. 5, 6, 11. Har. Sacra, 
 
 New Year. Amesbury. 
 
 1 |^10ME, let us anew, 
 V/ Our journey pursue, 
 
 Roll round with the year, 
 And never stand still till the Master appear ; 
 
 His adorable will 
 
 Let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve 
 By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 
 
 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 
 Hushes on to our view and eternity's near. 
 
 3 Oh, that each in the day 
 Of his coming may say, 
 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 527, 528. 
 
 " I have fought my way through, [do !* 
 
 I have finished the work thou didst give me to 
 
 Oh, that each from his Lord 
 
 M a v receive the glad word, 
 
 "Well and faithfully done, 
 Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne !' 
 
 HYMN 527. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Parma. Braintree. Clifford. 
 Close of the year. Rom. xiii. 1 1. 
 
 1 A WAKE, ye saints and raise your ey< 
 ^l\. And raise your voices high ; 
 Awake, and praise that sovVeign love. 
 
 That shows salvation nigh. 
 
 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 
 
 Each moment brings it near ; 
 
 I Then welcome each declining day! 
 Welcome eadi closing year ! 
 Not many years their rounds shall run. 
 
 Nor many mornings rise, 
 Ere all its glories stand reveaPd 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; 
 Ye mortal pow'rs decay ; 
 Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
 Ye bring eternal day. 
 
 HYMN 528. C. M. Berridge 
 
 Clarendon. Springfield. 
 Marriage. 
 
 1 OINCE Jesus freely did appear 
 k^ To grace a'marriage feast; 
 
 O Lord, we ask thy presence here, 
 To make a wedding guest. 
 
 2 Upon the bridal pair look down, 
 
 Who now have plighted hands ; 
 
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529, 530. TIMES AND SEASONS, 
 
 Their union with thy favor crown, 
 And bless the nuptial bands. 
 
 3 In purest love these souls unite, 
 
 That they with Christian care, 
 May make domestic burdens light, 
 By taking mutual share. 
 
 4 And when that solemn hour shall come. 
 
 And life's short space be o'er ; 
 May they in triumph reach that home, 
 Where they shall part no more. 
 
 HYMN 529. L. M. Lee, 
 
 Olney. Truro. Portugal. 
 Marriage. 
 
 1 "^TIT^ITH grateful hearts and tuneful lays, 
 
 ▼ ▼ We bow before th' Eternal throne, 
 And offer up our humble praise, 
 
 To him whose name is God alone. 
 
 2 On this auspicious eve, draw near, 
 
 And shed thy richest blessings down ; 
 Fill ev'ry heart with love sincere, 
 And all thy faithful mercies crown. 
 
 3 Grant now thy presence, gracious Lord. 
 
 And hearken to our fervent pray'r ; 
 The nuptial vow in heav'n record, 
 And bless the newly married pair. 
 
 4 Oh, guide them safe, this desert through, 
 
 Mid all the cares of life and love ; 
 At length with joy thy face to view, 
 In fairer, better worlds above. 
 HYMN 530. L. M. Proud. 
 
 Chatham. Sterling. 
 Marriage. 
 
 1 X/IlTITH cheerful voices rise and sing 
 
 ▼ ▼ The praises of our God and King : 
 
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TIMES AXD SEASONS. 531. 
 
 For he alone can minds unite, 
 And bless with conjugal delight. 
 
 2 Oh, may this pair increasing find 
 Substantial pleasures of the mind ; 
 
 i Happy together may they be, 
 And both united, Lord, to thee. 
 So may they live as truly one ; 
 And when their work on earth is done, 
 Rise, hand in hand, to heav'n, and share 
 The joys of love for ever there. 
 
 HYMN 531. L. M. Newtox. 
 
 Wells. Bath. 
 Welcome to christian friends. 
 
 1 T>RETHREN, belov'd for Jesus' sake, 
 JLJ A hearty welcome here receive ; 
 May we together now partake 
 
 The joys which he alone can give ! 
 
 2 May he, by whose kind care we meet, 
 Send his good Spirit from above ; 
 Make our communications sweet, 
 
 And cause our hearts to burn with love ! 
 
 8 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
 When thus we meet .to pray and praise, 
 We only wish to speak of him, 
 And tell the wonders of his grace. 
 
 4 We'll talk of all he did and said, 
 His sufferings and his dying love, 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
 And how he triumphs now above. 
 
 5 Thus as the moments pass away, 
 We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
 Then hasten on the glorious day, 
 When we shall meet to part no more. 
 
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532, 533. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 HYMN 532. C. M. 
 
 Barby. Newmark. 
 At parting. 
 
 1 ' * ORD, when together here we meet. 
 JLJ And taste thy heav'nly grace ; 
 Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, 
 
 We're loath to leave the place. 
 
 2 But, Father, since it is thy will, 
 
 That we must part again ; 
 Oh, may thy special presence still, 
 With ev'ry one remain. 
 
 3 And let us all in Christ be one, 
 
 Bound with the cords of love ; 
 Till we, before thy glorious throne, 
 Shall joyful meet above. 
 
 4 All sin and sorrow from each heart, 
 
 Shall then for ever fly ; 
 Nor shall a thought that we must part. 
 Once interrupt our joy. 
 
 HYMN 533. S. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Little Marlboro'. Wirksworth. 
 
 1 X1LEST be the tie that binds 
 JLJ Our hearts in Christian love ; 
 The fellowship of kindred minds.. 
 
 Is like to that above/ 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 
 We pour our ardent pray'rs ; 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one;. 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes ; 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear ; 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain : 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 534. 
 
 But we shall still be joinVJ in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our courage by the way ; 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 
 And sin, we shall be fre.e ; 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 534. C. M. 
 
 Springfield. Barby. Newmark. 
 
 1 rriHRO' Christ when we together came 
 
 JL In singleness of heart, 
 We met, O Jesus, in thy name ; 
 And in thy name we part. 
 
 2 We part in body, not in mind, 
 
 Our minds continue one ; 
 And each to each, in Jesus join'd, 
 We happily go on. 
 
 3 Present in spirit still we ^.re, 
 
 And intimately nigh ; 
 While on the wings of faith and pray'r 
 We Abba, Father ! cry. 
 
 4 Oh, may thy Spirit, dearest Lord, 
 
 In all our travels still 
 Direct and be our constant guard 
 To Zion's holy bill. 
 
 5 Oh ! what a joyful meeting there, 
 
 Beyond these changing shades ; 
 White are the robes we then shall wear, 
 And crowns upon our heads. 
 
 6 Haste, Lord, and bring us to the day 
 
 When we shall dwell at home ; 
 
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535,536,537. times and seasons. 
 
 
 Come, O Redeemer, come away ; 
 O Jesus, quickly come. 
 HYMN 535. L. M. H. K. White. 
 
 Luther's Hymn. Sterling. 
 
 1 ^lOME, christian brethren! ere we part, 
 v^ Join every voice and every heart, 
 One solemn hymn to God we raise, 
 One final song of grateful praise. 
 
 2 Christians, we here may meet no more. 
 But there is yet a happier shore ; 
 And there, releas'd from toil and pain. 
 Dear brethren, we shall meet again. 
 
 HYMN 536. C. M. C. W. 
 
 Barby. Newmark. 
 
 1 T>LEST be the dear, uniting love. 
 J-J That will not let us part ; 
 
 Our bodies may far off remove — 
 We still are one in heart. 
 
 2 JoinM in one Spirit to our Head, 
 
 Where he appoints we go ; 
 And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
 And show his praise below. 
 
 3 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 
 
 The same in mind and heart, 
 Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place. 
 Nor life, nor death can part. 
 
 4 But let us hasten to the day, 
 
 Which shall our flesh restore ; 
 When death shall all be done away, 
 And christians part no more ! 
 
 HYMN 537. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Armley. Darwent. Carthage. 
 
 1 Tj^ ARE WELL, dear friends, a short farewell, 
 JL Till we shall meet again above. 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 538, 539. 
 
 In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell. 
 And trees of life bear fruits of love. 
 2 There glory sits on ev'ry face ; — 
 There friendship smiles in ev'ry eye ; 
 There shall our tongues proclaim the grace. 
 That led us homeward to the sky. 
 
 HYMN 538. C. M. Taylor. 
 
 Walsal. Chapel. 
 Youtk, 
 
 1 #^10ME, let us now forget our mirth. 
 ^y And think that we must die ; 
 What are our best delights on earth, 
 
 Compared with those on high ! 
 
 2 Our pleasures here will soon be past — 
 
 Our brightest joys decay ; 
 But pleasures there for ever last, 
 And cannot fade away. 
 
 3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore, 
 
 With many cares distrest, 
 But there the mourners weep no more, 
 And there the weary rest. 
 
 4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call. 
 
 At once must hence depart ; 
 But there we hope to meet them all, 
 And never, never part. 
 
 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, 
 
 With all our youthful powVs ; 
 And we shall gain this great reward, 
 This glory shall be ours. 
 
 HYMN 539. C. M. Logan. 
 
 Brighton. Clarendon. 
 Job. xiv. 2. 
 
 AY is thy morning ; — flattering hope 
 Thy sprightly step attends ; 
 
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 G 
 
540, 541. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 But soon the tempest howls behind, 
 And the dark night descends ! 
 
 2 Before its splendid hour, the cloud 
 
 Comes o'er the beam of light ; 
 A pilgrim in a weary land, 
 Man tarries but a night ! 
 
 3 Determin'd are the days that fly 
 
 Successive o'er thy head; 
 The number 9 d hour is on the wing. 
 That lays thee with the dead. 
 HYMN 540. S. M. 
 
 St. Thomas. Shirland. 
 1 Chron. xxviii. 9. 
 
 1 TV1~Y son, know thou the Lord, 
 1TJ_ Thy father's God obey ; 
 Seek his protecting care by night, 
 
 His guardian hand by day. 
 
 2 Call while he may be found, 
 
 And seek him while he's near; 
 Serve him with all thy heart and mind. 
 
 And worship him with fear. 
 5 If thou wilt seek his face, 
 
 His ear will hear thy cry ; 
 Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, 
 
 His grace for ever nigh. 
 
 But if thou leave thy God, 
 
 Nor choose the path to heav'n ; 
 
 Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, 
 And never be forgiv'n. 
 HYMN 541. CM. Doddridgi 
 
 Springfield. Colchester. 
 Seek first the kingdom. Matt. vi. 33. 
 1 "TVTOW let a true ambition rise, 
 -L^ And ardor fire our breast, 
 To reign in worlds above the skies. 
 
 In heav'nly glories drest. 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 542. 
 
 2 Behold Jehovah's royal hand 
 
 A radiant crown display, 
 Whose gems with vivid lustre shine, 
 While stars and suns decay. 
 
 3 Away, each grov'ling, anxious care. 
 
 Beneath a christian's thought ; 
 Oh, spring to seize immortal joys, 
 Which your Redeemer bought. 
 
 4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm, 
 
 The glorious prize pursue ; 
 Nor shall ye want the goods of earth, 
 While heav'n is kept in view. 
 
 HYMN 542. C. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Barby. St. Ann's. 
 
 1 "OELIGION is the chief concern 
 -t^ Of mortals here below ; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 
 Its sov'reign virtue know ! 
 
 2 More needful this, than glitt'ring wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world bestows; 
 Nor reputation, food, or health, 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 4 O may my heart by grace renew'd, 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be my stubborn will subdu'd. 
 His government to own. 
 
 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 
 
 Be join'd with godly fear ; 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
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543, 544. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 HYMN 543. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Brookfield. Armley. 
 
 1 rilHE God who once to Israel spoke, 
 JL From Sinai's top, in fire and smoke. 
 In gentler strains of gospel grace, 
 Invites us now to seek his face. 
 
 2 Hark ! how from Calvary it sounds ; 
 From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds ; 
 " Pardon and grace I freely give, 
 Poor sinner, look to me — and live." 
 
 3 What other arguments can move 
 
 The heart that slights a Saviour's love : 
 Yet till almighty pow'r constrain, 
 This matchless love is preach'd in vain. 
 
 4 O Saviour, let that pow'r be felt, 
 And cause each stony heart to melt ! 
 Deeply impress upon our youth 
 The light and force of gospel truth. 
 
 5 How will they else thy presence bear, 
 When as a Judge, thou shalt appear ; 
 When slighted love to wrath shall turn. 
 And the whole earth like Sinai burn ! 
 
 HYMN 544. L. M. 
 
 Sterling. Leyden. 
 
 1 ^ST^E lovely bands of blooming youth, 
 
 i Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth. 
 Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, 
 With all your talents and your time. 
 
 2 Think on your end — nor thoughtless say, 
 "I'll put far off the evil day;" 
 
 Ah ! not a moment's in your pow'r, 
 And death stands ready at the door. 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 545, 546. 
 
 3 Eternity ! — how near it rolls ! 
 Count the volt value of your souls ! 
 Beware ! and count the awful cost, 
 
 What they have gain'd whose souls are lost. 
 
 4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares, 
 Beset your hearts, your eyes, your ears — 
 Take the alarm — the danger fly! 
 
 Lord, save me, be your earnest cry. 
 
 HYMN 545. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Warwick. Armley. 
 Vanity of the world. 
 
 1 f i^HE joy that vain amusements give, 
 
 JL To him who thoughtless sports and sings. 
 Is like the honey of a hive, 
 
 When guarded by a thousand stings. 
 
 2 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools 
 
 Who live upon her treacherous smiles : 
 She leads them blin fold, by her rules. 
 And ruins all whom she beguiles. 
 
 3 *Tis thus that thousands hasten down 
 
 From pleasure into endless wo ; 
 And with a long despairing groan, 
 Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 
 
 4 Warn'd by their woes, may we be wise. 
 
 Delighting in a Saviour's charms ; 
 Then God will take us to the skies, 
 Embrac'd in everlasting arms. 
 
 HYMN 546. C, M. Tappan. 
 
 Springfield. Dorset. 
 
 I ^TtTE wander in a thorny maze. 
 ▼ ▼ A vale of doubts and fears . 
 \ night illum'd with sickly rays. 
 A wilderness of tears : 
 
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547. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 We wander, bound to empty show. 
 
 The slaves of boasted will ; 
 We wander, dupes to hope untrue. 
 
 And love to wander still. 
 
 2 We wander — while unfading joy, 
 
 We ne'er with zest approve; 
 The bliss, that sparkles to destroy. 
 
 Secures our warmest love. 
 Some syren leads our steps astray. 
 
 But speaks no peace within ; 
 We wander in a ilow'ry way, 
 
 We wander, heirs of sin ! 
 
 3 We wander, but tho' oft we roam, 
 
 Led by allurements strong; 
 Yet from our heav'nly Father's home, 
 
 We would not wander long ! 
 Cleanse us, O Saviour ! from this stain, 
 
 In mercy's living flood ; 
 Restore the lost, and bring again 
 
 The wand'rers back to God. 
 
 HYMN 547. C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Clifford. York. 
 Prov. viii. 17. 
 
 1 "1^'E hearts, with youthful vigor warm. 
 
 A In smiling crowds draw near, 
 And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, 
 A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high. 
 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 And lays his radiant glories by, 
 
 Your friendship to pursue. 
 % " The soul that longs to see my face. 
 
 Is sure my love to gain ; 
 And those that early seek my grace.. 
 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 548. 
 
 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move. 
 
 If once compared with thee? 
 What beauty should command my love. 
 Like what in Christ 1 see X 
 
 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys, 
 
 Vain tempters of the mind ! 
 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, 
 And here true bliss ] find. 
 
 HYMN 548. S. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Watchman. Froome. 
 Prayer of a Youth. Ps. cxix. 9. 
 
 1 %M7~ITH humble heart and tongue. 
 
 ▼ ▼ My God, to thee I pray ; 
 Oh, make me learn while I am young. 
 How I may cleanse my way. 
 
 2 Make an unguarded youth 
 
 The object of thy care; 
 Help me to choose the way of truth. 
 And fly from ev'ry snare, 
 
 3 My heart to folly prone, 
 
 Renew by pow'r divine ; 
 Unite it to thyself alone, 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
 4 Oh, let thy word of grace 
 
 My warmest thoughts employ; 
 Be this, through all my foll'wing days. 
 My treasure and my joy. 
 
 5 To what thy laws impart, 
 
 Be my whole soul inclin'd ; 
 Oh, let them dwell within my heart, 
 And sanctify my mind. 
 
 6 May thy young servant learn, 
 
 By these to cleanse his way ; 
 And may I here the path discern 
 That leads to endless day, 
 
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549, 550. T1MKS AND SEASONS. 
 
 HYMN 549. C. M. C. Wesley. 
 
 Walsal. Buckingham. 
 Middle Age. John ix. 4. 
 
 1 A ND have I measured half my days. 
 XjL And half my journey run, 
 
 Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, 
 Nor yet my work begun 1 
 
 2 The morning of my life is past; 
 
 The noon is almost o'er ; 
 The night of death approaches fast, 
 When I can work no more. 
 
 3 O Thou who seest and know'st my grief. 
 
 Thyself unseen, unknown, 
 In mercy help my unbelief, 
 And melt my heart of stone. 
 
 4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 
 
 The long-sought blessing give. 
 And bid me, at the point to die, 
 Behold thy face, and live. 
 
 HYMN 550. C. M. 
 
 Martyrs. Standish. 
 Old Age. 
 
 1 "INTERNAL God! enthron'd on high ! 
 JlLa Whom angel hosts adore ; 
 
 Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, 
 Thy presence I implore. 
 
 2 Oh, guide me down the steep of age r 
 
 And keep my passions cool ; 
 Teach me to scan the sacred page, 
 And practise ev'ry rule. 
 
 3 My flying years time urges on, 
 
 What's human must decay : 
 My friends, my young companions, gone. 
 
 Can I expect to stay I 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 551, 552. 
 
 4 Ah ! No — then sooth the mortal hour. 
 On thee my hope depends ; 
 Support me with almighty pow'r, 
 While dust to dust descends. 
 
 HYMN 551. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Bangor. Walsal. 
 Public Fast. Joel i. 14. 
 
 1 ^EE, gracious Lord, before thy throne. 
 £^ Thy mourning people bend ! 
 
 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone, 
 Our humble hopes depend. 
 
 2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand. 
 
 Thy dreadful pow'rs display ; 
 Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 
 And still we live to pray. 
 
 3 Howchang'd, alas ! are truths divine, 
 
 For error, guilt, and shame ! 
 What impious numbers, bold in sin, 
 Disgrace the Christian name. 
 
 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, 
 
 By thy resistless grace ; 
 Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
 And humbly seek thy face. 
 
 5 Then, should insulting foes invade, 
 
 We shall not sink in fear ; 
 Secure of never failing aid, 
 When God, our God, is near. 
 
 HYMN 552. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Reading. Plymouth. 
 Afflictions needful. Heb. xii, 5 — 11. 
 
 1 "OREAK thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and 
 JLF Let us perceive thee nigh! [shine, 
 
 And to each mourning child of thine, 
 These gracious words apply : 
 
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553, 554. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 2 " Let not my children slight the stroke 
 
 I for chastisement send ; 
 Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, 
 For I am still their friend. 
 
 3 " The wicked I perhaps may leave 
 
 Awhile and not reprove ; 
 
 But all the children I receive, 
 
 I scourge, because I love. 
 
 4 " I see your hearts at present fill'd 
 
 With grief and deep distress ; 
 But soon these bitter seeds shall yield 
 The fruits of righteousness." 
 
 HYMN 553. L. If. 
 
 Warwick. Armley. 
 
 1 ~|~ ONG unafflicted, undismay'd, 
 
 JLi In pleasure's path secure I stray'd ; 
 When made to feel thy chast'ning rod, 
 I straight return'd to thee, my God. 
 
 2 What tho' it pierc'd my fainting heart — 
 I bless the hand that caus'd the smart ; 
 It taught my tears awhile to flow, 
 
 But sav'd me from eternal wo. 
 
 3 Oh, hadst thou left me unchastis'd, 
 Thy precepts I had still despis'd, 
 With daring rebels been the same, 
 Or gone where mercy never came. 
 
 HYMN 554. C. M. 
 
 Plymouth. Standish. 
 
 1 ^K/^LTHY should the Christian waste in sighs 
 
 ▼ ▼ The breath that God hath giv'n ; 
 Whom ev'ry passing hour that flies 
 Bears onward fast to heav'n I 
 
 2 Why should he wish for perfect bliss, 
 
 In this dark world forlorn : 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 555, 556, 
 
 Or seek, amidst the wilderness, 
 
 A rose without a thorn. 
 3 Our Father God ! be ours the grief, 
 
 Which to thy sons belongs ; 
 And let us share in their relief, 
 
 Their everlasting songs. 
 
 HYMN 555. C. M. 
 
 Plymouth. Buckingham. 
 
 1 X7J7~ERE once our vain desires subdu'd, 
 
 ▼ ▼ The heart resign'd — at rest ; 
 In ev'ry scene we should conclude 
 
 The will of heav'n is best. 
 
 2 Lord, we expect to suffer here, 
 
 Nor would we dare repine ; 
 But give us still to find thee near, 
 And own us still for thine. 
 
 HYMN 556. C. M. Toplady. 
 
 Elgin. Plymouth. 
 Affliction sweetened. Ps. civ. 34. 
 
 1 X7^7"HEN languor and disease invade 
 
 ▼ ▼ This trembling house of clay, 
 Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 
 
 And long to fly away. 
 
 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 
 The whispers of his love ; 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above. 
 
 3 Sweet to reflect, how grace divine 
 
 My sins on Jesus laid ; 
 Sweet to remember that his blood 
 My debt of suffering paid. 
 
 4 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 
 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 
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557,558. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 Sweet on his covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend. 
 
 5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 
 To trust his firm decrees ; 
 Sweet to lie passive in his hand, 
 And know no will but his. 
 
 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, 
 
 What must the fountain be, 
 Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
 Immediately from thee ! 
 
 HYMN 557. C. M. 
 
 Standish. Martyrs. Lebanon. 
 Joy in sorrow. 
 
 1 A ND let this feeble body fail, 
 JljL And let it faint or die ; 
 
 My soul shall quit the mournful vale.. 
 And soar to worlds on high ; 
 
 2 Shall join the disembody' d saints, 
 
 And find its long sought rest, 
 (The only rest for which it pants,) 
 On the Redeemer's breast. 
 
 3 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the cross sustain ; 
 And gladly wander up and down. 
 And smile at toil and pain. 
 
 4 I travel my appointed years, 
 
 Till my Deliv'rer come, 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 HYMN 558. L. M. Cowper. 
 
 Quercy. Surry. 
 The billows of temptation. 
 
 1 rWlHE billows swell, the winds are high ; 
 JL Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 559, 560. 
 
 Out of the depths to thee I call — 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 2 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name, 
 Attend the foll'wers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful shore. 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 3 God of my life, to thee 1 call, 
 Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; 
 
 Do thou the pilot's part perform, 
 
 And guide and guard me thro' the storm. 
 
 HYMN 559. 8s. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 Rev. xxi. 4. 
 
 1 "p|ISCONSOLATE tenant of clay, 
 JLf In solemn assurance arise, 
 Thy treasure of sorrow survey, 
 
 And look thro' it all to the skies : 
 That heavenly house is prepar'd 
 
 For all who are sufferers here, 
 And wait the return of their Lord, 
 
 And long for his day to appear. 
 
 2 There all the tempestuous blast 
 
 Of bitter affliction is o'er ; 
 The spirit is landed at last, 
 
 And sorrow and shame are no more ; 
 Temptation and trouble are gone, 
 
 The trial is all at an end — 
 And there I shall cease to bemoan 
 
 The loss of my brother and friend. 
 
 HYMN 560. C. M. C. W. 
 
 Windsor. ' Standish. 
 The Parent's prayer. John iv. 46 — 49. 
 
 1 |~ESUS, great healer of mankind, 
 v Who dost our sorrows bear, 
 
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561. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 Let an afflicted parent find 
 An answer to his pray'r. 
 
 2 I look for help in thee alone, 
 
 To thee for succour fly ; 
 Come down and heal my darling son f 
 Now at the point to die. 
 
 3 Jesus, if thou pronounce the word r 
 
 The gracious answer give, 
 My dying child shall be restored, 
 And to thy glory live. 
 
 4 Oh, save the parent, in the son, 
 
 Restore him, Lord, to me ; 
 
 My heart the miracle shall own, 
 
 And give him back to thee. 
 
 HYMN 561. C. M. M, 
 
 Chapel. Buckingham. 
 Light in darkness. Ps. cxii. 4. 
 
 1 £\ THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear. 
 V>F How dark this world would be, 
 
 If, pierc'd by sins and sorrows 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 Oh ! who could bear life's stormy doom. 
 
 Did not thy wing of love 
 Come brightly wafting thro' the gloom 
 Our peace-branch from above \ 
 
 4 Then sorrow touch'd by thee, grows bright, 
 
 W ith more than rapture's ray ; 
 As darkness shows us worlds of light, 
 
 We never saw by day, 
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TIMES AND SEASONS. 562, 563. 
 
 HYMN 562. C. M. Haweis. 
 
 Buckingham. Martyrs. Wantage. 
 Think upon me. N eh. v. 19. 
 
 1 ^k THOU, from whom all goodness flows,. 
 \y I lift my heart to thee ; 
 
 In all my trials, conflicts, woes, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 When groaning, on my burden'd heart 
 
 My sins lie heavily ; 
 My pardon speak, new peace impart ; 
 In love, remember me. 
 
 3 If on my face, for thy dear name, 
 
 Shame and reproaches be ; 
 I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
 If thou remember me. 
 
 4 The hour is near — consigned to -death, 
 
 I own the just decree ; 
 Saviour, with my last parting breath, 
 I'll cry — remember me. 
 
 HYMN 563. S. M. Dwight. 
 
 St. Bridges. Orange. 
 Sick-bed refections. 
 
 i fUST o'er fhe grave I hung — 
 •J No pardon met my eyes, 
 As blessings never greet the slain, 
 And hope shall never rise. 
 
 2 Sweet mercy to my soul 
 
 Reveal'd no charming ray ; 
 Before me rose a long — dark night, 
 With no succeeding day. 
 
 3 Then — Oh, how vain appear'd 
 
 The joys beneath the sky ! 
 Like visions past — like flow'rs that blow 
 When wint'ry storms are nigh. 
 
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564. TIMES AND SEASONS. 
 
 4 How mourn'd my sinking soul 
 
 The Sabbath's hours divine, 
 The day of grace, that precious day. 
 Consumed in sense and sin. 
 
 5 The work — the mighty work 
 
 Of life, so long delay'd — 
 Repentance yet to be begun 
 Upon a dying bed. 
 
 HYMN 564. C. M. 
 
 Springfield; Wareham. 
 
 1 'HTHS hard, from those we love, to go. 
 
 J- Who weep beside our bed, 
 Whose tears bedew our burning brow, 
 Whose arm supports our head : 
 
 2 When fading from the dizzy view, 
 
 I sought their forms in vain ; 
 The bitterness of death I knew, 
 And groan'd to live again. 
 
 3 'Tis dreadful when th' accuser's pow'i 
 
 Assails the sinking heart, 
 Recalling ev'ry wasted hour, 
 And each unworthy part. 
 
 4 Yet, Jesus, in that mortal fray. 
 
 Thy blessed comfort stole, 
 Like sunshine in an autumn day, 
 Across my darken'd soul. 
 
 5 When soon, or late, this feeble breath 
 
 No more to thee can pray, 
 Support me thro' the vale of death, 
 And in the darksome way. 
 
 6 When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again. 
 
 I wait thy dread decree ; 
 Judge of the world, remember then. 
 That thou hast died for me. 
 
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FUNERAL. 565, 566. 
 
 FUNERAL. 
 
 HYMN 565. C. M. 
 
 Martyrs. Lebanon. 
 Funeral of a faithful Minister. 
 
 1 L^AR from affliction, toil, and care, 
 -T The happy soul is fled ; 
 
 The breathless clay shall slumber here. 
 Among the silent dead. 
 
 2 The gospel was his joy and song, 
 
 E'en to his latest breath ; 
 The truth he had prociaim'd so long 
 Was his support in death. 
 
 3 Now he resides where Jesus is. 
 
 Above this dusky sphere ; 
 His soul was ripen'd for that bliss* 
 While yet he sojourn'd here. 
 
 4 The Churches' loss we all deplore. 
 
 And shed the falling tear ; 
 Since w 7 e shall see his face no more. 
 Till Jesus shall appear. 
 
 5 But we are hasting to the tomb ; 
 
 Oh. may we ready stand ; 
 Then, dearest Lord, receive us home. 
 To dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 HYMN 566. L. M. Collyer. 
 
 Kingsbridge. Armley. 
 Eccl. xii. 7. 
 
 FROM his low bed of mortal dust. 
 Escap'd the prison of his clay, 
 The new inhabitant of bliss, 
 
 To heav'n directs his wondrous way. 
 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears, 
 Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs. 
 
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567, 568. FUNERAL. 
 
 Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs 
 When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes. 
 
 3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns, 
 
 No more affliction wrings his heart ; 
 Th' unfetter'd soul to God returns — 
 For ever he and anguish part ! 
 
 4 Receive, O earth, his faded form, 
 
 In thy cold bosom let it lie ; 
 Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm — 
 Soon must it rise no more to die ! 
 
 HYMN 567. L. M. 
 
 Norfolk. Armley. 
 The grave. Job iii. 17. 
 
 1 r llHE grave is now a favor'd spot, — 
 
 J- To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd ; 
 For there the wicked trouble not, 
 And there the weary are at rest. 
 
 2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms ; 
 
 At rest as in a peaceful bed ; 
 Secure from all the dreadful storms, 
 
 Which round this sinful world are spread 
 
 3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before 
 
 To that inheritance divine ! 
 They labor, sorrow, sigh no more, 
 But bright in endless glory shine. 
 
 4 Then let our mournful tears be dry ? 
 
 Or in a gentle measure flow ; 
 We hail them happy in the sky, 
 And joyful wait our call to go. 
 
 HYMN 568. L. M. Watts. 
 
 Sicilian. Putney. Armley. 
 
 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
 Take this new treasure to thv trust ; 
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FUNERAL. 569. 
 
 And give these sacred relics room, 
 To seek a slumber in the dust. 
 
 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
 Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
 While angels watch the soft repose. 
 
 3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying son 
 Pass'd thro' the grave, and blest the bed ; 
 Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
 The morning break, and pierce the shade > 
 
 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ; 
 Attend, O earth ! his sov'reign word ; 
 Restore thy trust — a glorious form — 
 Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord. 
 
 HYMN 569. 8s. C. Wesley. 
 
 Lambeth, Mitcham. Franklin, 
 Death of a Brother. 
 
 1 TTOW blest is our brother bereft 
 JlJL Of all that could burden his mind ; 
 How easy the soul that has left 
 
 This wearisome body behind ! 
 Of evil incapable thou, 
 
 Whose relics with envy I see. 
 No longer in misery now, 
 
 No longer a sinner like me. 
 
 2 This earth is affected no more 
 
 With sickness, or shaken with pain ; 
 The war in the members is o'er, 
 
 And never shall vex him again ; 
 No anger henceforward, or shame, 
 
 Shall redden his innocent clay ; 
 Extinct is the animal flame, 
 
 And passion is vanish'd away. 
 
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570. FUNERAL. 
 
 3 This languishing head is at rest, 
 
 Its thinking and aching are o'er ; 
 This quiet, immoveable breast 
 
 Is heav'd by affliction no more : 
 This heart is no longer the seat 
 
 Of trouble and torturing pain ; 
 It ceases to flutter and beat — 
 
 It never shall flutter again. 
 
 4 The lids he so seldom could close. 
 
 By sorrow forbidden to sleep, 
 Seal'd up in eternal repose, 
 
 Have strangely forgotten to weep ; 
 These fountains can yield no supplies — 
 
 These hollows from water are free ; 
 The tears are all wip'd from these eyes. 
 
 And evil they never shall see. 
 
 5 To mourn and to suffer is mine, 
 
 While bound in a prison 1 breathe. 
 And still for deliverance pine, 
 
 And press to the issues of death. 
 What now with my tears I bedew, 
 
 Oh shall I not shortly become ! 
 My spirit created anew, 
 
 Ere I am consign'd to the tomb ! 
 
 HYMN 570. 8s. 
 
 Mitcham. Uxbridge. Franklin. 
 Death of a Sister, 
 
 TIS finish'd ! the conflict is past, 
 The heav*n-bom spirit is fled; 
 Her wish is accomplish'd at last, 
 
 And now she's entomb' d with the dead. 
 The months of affliction are o'er, 
 
 The days and the nights of distress : 
 We see her in anguish no more — 
 She's gain'd her happy release. 
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 I 
 
FUNERAL. 57L 
 
 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, 
 
 Shall ever disquiet her now ; 
 For death to her spirit was gain, 
 
 Since Christ was her life when below. 
 Her soul has now taken its flight 
 
 To mansions of glory above, 
 To mingle with angels of light, 
 
 And dwell in the kingdom of love. 
 
 3 The victory now is obtain'd ; 
 
 She's gone her. dear Saviour to see : 
 Her wishes she fully has gain'd — 
 
 She's now where she longed to be. 
 Then let us forbear to complain, 
 
 That she h^s now gone from our sight : 
 We soon shall behold her again, 
 
 With new and redoubled delight. 
 
 HYMN 571. C. M. Newton. 
 
 Mear. Barby. 
 
 1 TN vain my fancy strives to paint 
 JL The moment after death ; 
 The glories that surround a saint, 
 
 When yielding up his breath. 
 
 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, 
 
 t We scarce can say, " He's gone !" 
 Before the willing spirit takes 
 Its mansions near the throne. 
 
 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail. 
 
 To trace the spirit's flight ; 
 No eye can pierce within the veil 
 Which hides the world of light. 
 
 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know. 
 
 Saints are completely blest ; 
 Have done with sin, and care, and wo, 
 And with their Saviour rest. 
 
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H 
 
 572, 573. FUNERAL. 
 
 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, 
 His face they always view, 
 Then let us foll'wers be of them, 
 That we may praise him too. 
 
 HYMN 572. S. M. Newton. 
 
 St. Thomas. Dover. 
 Balaam s ivish. Num. xxiii. 10. 
 
 "OW blest the righteous are, 
 When they resign their breath! 
 No wonder Balaam wishVl to share, 
 In such a happy death. 
 
 2 " Oh ! let me die," said he, 
 
 " The death the righteous do ; 
 When life is ended, let me be 
 Found with the faithful few." — 
 
 3 The force of truth, how great, 
 
 When enemies confess ! 
 None but the righteous whom they hate. 
 A solid hope possess. 
 
 4 But Balaam's wish was vain — 
 
 His heart was insincere ; 
 He thristed for unrighteous gain. 
 And sought a portion here. 
 
 5 May we, O Lord most high, 
 
 Warning from hence receive ; 
 If like the righteous we would die. 
 To choose the life they live. 
 
 HYMN 573. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Standish. Funeral H. 
 Death of a young person. 
 
 1 X^S^HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away 
 ▼ T By death's resistless hand, 
 Our hearts the mournful tribute pay. 
 
 Which pity must demand. 
 368 
 
FUNERAL, 574, 575. 
 
 1 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 
 Oh, may this truth, imprest 
 With awful pow'r — " I too must die" — 
 Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 
 > The voice of this alarming scene 
 May ev'ry heart obey ; 
 Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 
 Which calls to watch, and pray. 
 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, 
 
 Whose powerful arm can save ; 
 Then shall our hopes ascend on high. 
 And triumph o'er the grave. 
 
 HYMN 574. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Martyrs. Buckingham. 
 On the death of a Child. 
 
 1 f ■ THE once lov'd form, now cold and dead. 
 JL Each mournful thought employs ; 
 And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
 And wither'd all her joys. 
 J But wait the interposing gloom, 
 And lo ! stern winter flies ; 
 And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom, 
 The flow'ry tribes arise. 
 
 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time. 
 
 When what we now deplore, 
 
 Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
 
 And bloom to fade no more. 
 
 4 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears : 
 
 Religion points on high ; 
 There everlasting spring appears, 
 And joys which cannot die. 
 
 HYMN 575. L. M. Newton. 
 
 Putney. Darwent. Surry. 
 
 I f|FT as the bell, with solemn toll, 
 V-F Speaks the departure of a soul, 
 
 32 369 
 
576. TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 Let each one ask himself, "Am I 
 Prepar'd, should I be calPd to die? 
 
 2 " Only this frail and fleeting breath 
 Preserves me from the jaws of death: 
 Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, 
 And plung'd into a world unknown. 
 
 3 "Then leaving all I lov'd below, 
 To God's tribunal I must go ; 
 
 Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate. 
 And fix my everlasting state." 
 
 4 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee, 
 And seek my hope alone in thee ; 
 Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give — 
 Subdue my sins and let me live. 
 
 5 Then when the solemn bell I hear, 
 If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear ; 
 Nor would the thought distressing be. 
 Perhaps it next may toll for me. 
 
 TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 HYMN 576. C. M. Hoskins. 
 
 Elgin. Wantage. Martyrs. 
 1 Cor. vii. 29. 
 
 THE time is short ! the season near 
 When death will us remove 
 To leave our friends, however dear, 
 
 And all we fondly love. 
 The time is short ! sinners, beware. 
 
 Nor trifle time away ; 
 The word of great salvation hear. 
 
 While it is call'd to-dav. 
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TIME AND ETERNITY. 577 
 
 ) The time is short ! ye rebels, now 
 To Christ the Lord submit ; 
 To mercy's golden sceptre bow. 
 And fall at Jesus' feet. 
 
 4 The time is short ! ye saints rejoice — 
 
 The Lord will quickly come : 
 Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice. 
 To call you to your home. 
 
 5 The time is short ! it swiftly flies — 
 
 The hour is just at hand, 
 Then we shall mount above the skies, 
 And reach the wish'd for land. 
 
 6 The time is short ! — the moment near. 
 
 When we shall dwell above ; 
 And be for ever happy there, 
 With Jesus, whom we love. 
 
 HYMN 577. C. M. Logan. 
 
 Elgin. Standish. Aldridge. 
 Ps. xc. 5, 9. 
 
 THE mighty flood, that rolls along 
 Its torrents to the main, 
 The waters lost can ne'er recal, 
 From that abyss again. 
 
 2 The days, the years, the ages dark. 
 
 Descending down to night, 
 
 Can never, never be redeem'd, 
 
 Back to the gates of light. 
 
 3 Where are our Fathers 1 — Whither gone 
 
 The mighty men of old ! 
 The patriarchs, prophets, princes, kings. 
 In sacred books enroll'd I — 
 
 4 Gone to the resting place of man, 
 
 His long, his silent home ; 
 
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*>78, 579. TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 Where ages past have gone before. 
 Where future ages come ! 
 
 HYMN 578. 8s. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 Job xvi. 22. xvii. 1, 11. . 
 
 1 ' r WAIT a few sorrowful years, 
 
 Jl And then I no longer shall mourn. 
 But flee from the valley of tears, 
 
 A way I shall never return ; 
 My days are all vanish'd away, 
 
 Broke off the designs of my heart, 
 No longer on earth I delay, 
 
 Or linger as loath to depart. 
 
 2 My days are extinguished and gone — 
 
 My time as a shadow is fled, 
 And gladly I lay myself down 
 
 To rest with the peaceable dead : 
 The dead ever-living attend, 
 
 Whose dust is all safe in the tomb. 
 And many a glorifi'd friend 
 
 Is ready to welcome me home. 
 
 HYMN 579. L. M. 
 
 Surry. Norfolk. 
 Eternity. 
 
 1 TT^TERNITY is just at hand !— 
 
 ■ A And shall I waste my ebbing sand ; 
 And careless view departing day, 
 And throw my inch of time away ? 
 
 2 But an eternity there is 
 
 Of endless wo, or endless bliss ; 
 And swift as time fulfils its round, 
 We to eternity are bound. 
 
 3 What countless millions of mankind 
 Have left this fleeting world behind ! 
 372 
 
TIME AND ETERNITY. 580. 
 
 They're gone ! but where ? — ah, pause and see. 
 Gone to a long eternity. 
 
 4 Sinner ! canst thou for ever dwell 
 In all the fiery deeps of hell ; 
 And is death nothing, then to thee : 
 Death, and a dread eternity I 
 
 HYMN 580. C. P. M. C. Wesley 
 
 Penitent. Pilgrim. Woods. 
 
 1 " O ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 
 J-J 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand. 
 
 Yet how insensible ! 
 A point of time — a moment's space — 
 Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 
 
 Or — shuts me up in hell ! 
 
 2 O God, my inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtless heart. 
 
 Eternal things impress ; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight. 
 And save me, ere it be too late — 
 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 3 Before me place, in bright array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come, 
 To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 4 Be this my one great business here. 
 With holy trembling, holy fear, 
 
 To make my calling sure ! 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 \nd suffer all thy righteous will. 
 And to the end endure ! 
 
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381, 582. KESUKKECTlOiV. 
 
 RESURRECTION. 
 
 HYMN 581. C. M. 
 
 Florence. StefTani's. Clifford. 
 
 1 rilHE winter past, reviving flowers 
 
 JL Anew shall paint the plain ; 
 The woods shall hear the voice of Spring. 
 And flourish green again. 
 
 2 Shall man depart this earthly scene, 
 
 Ah ! never to return ! — 
 No second Spring of life revive 
 The ashes of the urn ! — 
 
 3 " Shall life revisit dying worms, 
 
 And spread the insect's wing ? 
 And oh — shall man awake no more, 
 The Saviour's name to sing 1 
 
 4 " Cease — all ye vain desponding fears ; 
 
 When Christ from darkness sprang, 
 Death, the last foe, was captive led, 
 And heav'n with praises rang. 
 
 5 "The trump shall sound; — the gates of death 
 
 Shall make his children way ; 
 From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring, 
 And shine in endless day." 
 
 HYMN 582. CM. H. K. White. 
 
 Chapel. Aldridge. Wantage. 
 
 THRO' sorrow's night and danger's path. 
 Amid the deep'ning gloom, 
 We, soldiers of an injur'd King, 
 Are marching to the tomb. 
 I There, when the turmoil is no more, 
 And all our pow'rs decay, 
 Our cold remains, in solitude, 
 Shall sleep the years away. 
 374 
 
RESURRECTION. 583,, 584. 
 
 3 Our labors done, securely laid 
 
 In this our last retreat. 
 Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, 
 The storms of life shall beat. 
 
 4 These ashes poor, this little dust. 
 
 Our Father's care shall keep, 
 Till the last angel rise, and break 
 The long and dreary sleep. 
 
 5 Then love's soft dew o'er ev'ry eye 
 
 Shall shed its mildest rays, 
 And the long silent dust shall burst 
 With shouts of endless praise. 
 
 HYMN 583. L. M. 
 
 China. Luther's Hymn. 
 
 1 nriHE saints, who now in Jesus sleep, 
 
 JL His own almighty pow'r shall keep. 
 Till dawns the bright illustrious day, 
 When death itself shall die away. 
 
 2 How loud shall our glad voices sing, 
 When Christ his risen saints shall brino- 
 From beds of dust, and sleeping clay, 
 To realms of everlasting day ! 
 
 3 When Jesus we in glory meet, 
 Our utmost joys shall be complete ; 
 When landed on that heav'nly shore, 
 Death and the curse shall be no more. 
 
 HYMN 584. L. M. 
 
 Babylon. Carthage. 
 
 I ^fcUR life how short ! a groan, a sigh ; 
 ^<J We live — and then begin to die : 
 But Oh ! how great a mercy this, 
 .That death's a portal into bliss! 
 
 375 
 
585. DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 2 My soul ! death swallows up thy fears, 
 My grave-clothes wipe away all tears : 
 Why should we fear this parting pain. 
 Who die, that we may live again \ 
 
 3 Oh ! how the resurrection light 
 Will clarify believers' sight; 
 How joyful will the saints arise, 
 And rub the dust from off their eyes ! 
 
 4 My soul, my body, I will trust, 
 With him who numbers every dust ; 
 My Saviour faithfully will keep 
 
 His own — their death is but a sleep. 
 
 DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 HYMN 585. C. M. Addisoa. 
 
 Martyr's. Windsor. Colchester. 
 
 I X^f7"HEN rising from the bed of death. 
 ▼ ▼ O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear. 
 I see my Maker face to face — 
 Oh, how shall I appear ! 
 
 3 If yet, while pardon may be found, 
 
 And mercy may be sought, 
 My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
 And trembles at the thought : 
 
 | When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed 
 In majesty severe, 
 And sit in judgment on my soul, 
 Oh, how shall I appear ! 
 
 4 Prepare me, Lord, to meet that day, 
 
 Ere yet it be too late, 
 When I shall view these solemn scenes, 
 
 And feel their awful weight. 
 376 
 
DAY OF JUDGMENT. 586, 587. 
 
 HYMN 586. C. M. Watts. 
 
 Elgin. Windsor. 
 Everlasting absence of God intolerable. 
 
 THAT awful day will surely come, 
 Th' appointed hour makes haste — 
 When I must stand before my Judge. 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 
 
 Thou Sov'reign of my heart, 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the sound, Depart! 
 
 3 The thunder of that dismal word 
 
 Would so torment my ear, 
 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord. 
 With most tormenting fear. 
 
 4 What — to be banish'd from my life. 
 
 And yet forbid to die ! 
 To linger in eternal pain, 
 Yet death for ever fly! 
 
 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, 
 
 To see my God remove — 
 And fix my doleful station where 
 I must not taste his love ! 
 
 6 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 
 
 Is graven on thy hands ; 
 Show me some promise in thy book.. 
 Where my salvation stands. 
 
 HYMN 587. 8, 7, 4. 
 
 Littleton. Jordan. 
 Luke xiii. 28. 
 
 I ^EE th' Eternal Judge descending — 
 ^ View him seated on his throne ! 
 Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, 
 Stand and hear thv awful doom — 
 
 377 
 
588. DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 Trumpets call thee ! 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom. 
 
 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, 
 
 Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain ; 
 While in anguish thus lamenting, 
 That he ne'er was born again, 
 
 Greatly mourning, 
 That he ne'er was born again : 
 
 3 " Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
 
 With the marks of dying love ; 
 Oh, that I had sought his favor, 
 When I felt his Spirit move — 
 
 Golden moments, 
 When I felt his Spirit move." 
 
 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder ! 
 
 Hope and sinners here must part ; 
 Louder than a peal of thunder, 
 
 Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart !" 
 
 Lost for ever, 
 Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart !'' 
 
 I 
 
 HYMN 588. 8, 7. 
 
 Northampton-Chapel. Tabernacle. 
 
 SINNERS, take the friendly warning- 
 Soon that awful day shall break, 
 And the trumpet with its dawning, 
 All the slumb'ring millions wake. 
 
 2 See assembled ev'ry nation ! — 
 
 Lofty cities, temples, tow'rs, 
 Wrapt in dreadful conflagration, 
 Earth and sea the flame devours. 
 
 3 Ye, who to the world dissemble, 
 
 While you practice deeds of night. 
 Sinners, now behold and tremble; 
 
 All vour crimes are brought to light. 
 378 
 
DAY OF JUDGMENT. 589. 
 
 4 Lost in ease, or carnal pleasure, 
 
 Sporting on the burning brink ; 
 
 Now, you say, you have no leisure, 
 
 You can find no time to think. 
 
 5 Ye — who now, conviction stifling, 
 
 Waste your time — the loss deplore ; 
 Hear the angel — cease your trifling — 
 " Time," he cries, " shall be no more." 
 
 6 Pause, and hear the voice of reason — 
 
 Catch the moments as they fly — 
 You who lose the present season, 
 You must all find time to die. 
 
 HYMN 589. L. If. Needham. 
 
 Surry. Warwick. 
 The books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 
 
 1 TVTETHINKS the last great day is come, 
 -1YJL Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, 
 That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb, 
 
 And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 
 
 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, 
 
 Aw'd by the Judge's high command ; 
 
 Both small and great now quit their dust. 
 
 And round the dread tribunal stand. 
 
 3 Behold the awful books display'd, 
 
 Big with tlv important fates of men; 
 Each deed and word now public made. 
 As wrote by heavVs unerring pen. 
 
 4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign 
 
 The joyous or the dread reward ; 
 Sinners in vain lament and pine — 
 No plea the Judge will here regard. 
 
 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, 
 
 May life's fair book my soul approve ! 
 There may I read my name enroll'd, 
 And triumph in redeeming love ! 
 
 379 
 
590, 591. DEATH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 DEATH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 HYMN 590. CM. Collyer. 
 
 Elgin. Windsor. Standish. 
 1 Sam. xv. 32. 
 
 1 T^TTHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 
 
 ▼ ▼ My trembling soul shall stand, 
 Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 
 
 Great God, at thy command ! 
 
 2 When weeping friends surround my bed. 
 
 And close my sightless eyes ; 
 When shatter'd by the weight of years 
 This broken body lies : 
 
 3 When ev'ry long lov'd scene of life 
 
 Stands ready to depart; 
 When the last sigh that shakes the frame 
 Shall rend this bursting heart : 
 
 4 O, thou great Source of joy supreme, 
 
 Whose arm alone can save, 
 Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
 The entrance to the grave ! 
 
 5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand 
 
 Beneath my sinking head ; 
 And, with a ray of love divine, 
 Illume my dying bed ! 
 
 6 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast. 
 
 May I resign my breath ! 
 And, in thy fond embraces, lose 
 " The bitterness of death !" 
 
 HYMN 591. C. M. Hart. 
 
 Bishopsgate. Chapel. Standish. 
 Preparation for death. Matt. xxiv. 44. 
 
 I X^T ATN man, thy fond pursuits forbear : 
 
 ▼ Repent ! — thy end is nigh ! 
 380 
 
DEATH A\D HEAVEN. 592. 
 
 Death, at the farthest, can't be far — 
 Oh, think before thou die ! 
 
 2 Reflect — thou hast a soul to save : 
 
 Thy sins — how high they mount ! 
 What are thy hopes beyond the grave 1 
 How stands that dread account l 
 
 3 Death enters — and there's no defence — 
 
 His time, there's none can tell : 
 He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
 To heaven — or to hell ! 
 
 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 
 
 Shall crawling worms consume : 
 But, ah ! destruction stops not there — 
 Sin kills beyond the tomb. 
 
 5 To-day, the gospel calls ; — to-day 
 
 Sinners, it speaks to you : 
 Let ev'ry one forsake his way, 
 And mercy will ensue. 
 
 HYMN 592. L. M. Montgomery. 
 
 Surry. Darwent. Putney. 
 The living know, fyc. Eccl. ix. 5. 
 
 1 T^TTHERE are the dead I— In heav'n or hell 
 
 ▼ ▼ Their disembodied spirits dwell ; 
 Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay, 
 Reserv'd until the judgment day. 
 
 2 Who are the dead ! — The sons of time 
 In ev'ry age, and state, and clime ; 
 Renown'd, dishonored or forgot, 
 
 The place that knew them knows them not. 
 
 3 Where are the living 1 — On the ground 
 Where pray'r is heard and mercy found ; 
 Where, in the compass of a span, 
 
 The mortal makes th' immortal man, 
 
 33 381 
 
593. DEATH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 4 Who are the living \ — They whose breath 
 Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death ; 
 
 Of endless bliss or wo the heirs : 
 Oh, what an awful lot is theirs ! 
 
 5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin 
 To follow Christ and flee from sin ; 
 Daily grow up in him our head, 
 Lord of the living and the dead. 
 
 HYMN 593. S. M. Montgomery. 
 
 Shirland. Berkley. 
 
 t f\H> where shall rest be found, 
 VJ Rest for the weary soul ! 
 "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound. 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 
 The bliss for which we sigh ; 
 'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears 
 
 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasur'd by the flight of years — 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
 Oh ! what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death. 
 
 5 Lord, God of truth and grace ! 
 
 Teach us that death to shun : — 
 Lest we be driven from thy. face. 
 And ever more undone. 
 
 6 Here would we end our quest — 
 
 x\lone are found in thee 
 The life of perfect love — the rest 
 Of immortality. 
 382 
 
DEATH AND HEAVEN. 594, 595. 
 
 HYMN 594. C. M. Steele. 
 
 Springfield. Rochester. Bray. 
 Victory over death. 1 Cor. xv. 57. 
 
 1 TTfcEAR Saviour, thy victorious love 
 MJ Can all my fears control ; 
 
 Can bid the pangs of guilt remove. 
 And cheer the trembling soul. 
 
 2 Victorious love ! thy wondrous pow'r 
 
 From sin and death can raise ; 
 
 Can gild the dark, departing hour, 
 
 And tune its groans to praise. 
 
 3 Then shall the joyful spirit soar 
 
 To life beyond the sky, 
 Where gloomy death can frown no more, 
 And guilt and terror die. 
 
 4 No more, O pale Destroyer, boast 
 
 Thy universal sway ; 
 To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lost — 
 Thy night, the gate of day. 
 
 HYMN 595. C. M. 
 
 Springfield. Keene. 
 Celestial prospects. 
 
 1 ^^WEET glories rush upon my sight. 
 £3 And charm my wond'ring eyes ; 
 The regions of immortal light, 
 
 The beauties of the skies ! 
 
 2 All hail ! ye fair celestial shores, 
 
 Ye lands of endless day ; 
 Swift on my view your prospect pours, 
 And drives my griefs away. 
 
 3 There's a delightful clearness now — 
 
 My clouds of doubt are gone ; 
 Fled is my former darkness too — 
 My fears are all withdrawn. 
 
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596. DEATH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 4 Short is the passage — short the space 
 
 Between my home and me ; 
 There ! there behold the radiant place ! 
 How near the mansions be ! 
 
 5 Immortal wonders ! boundless things, 
 
 In those dear w r orlds appear ! 
 Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings. 
 And in those glories share. 
 
 HYMN 596. CM. Watts. 
 
 Colchester. Springfield. 
 The everlasting song. 
 
 1 Xjl ARTH has engross'd my love too long ? 
 -l-J "Tis time I lift mine eyes 
 
 Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 
 And to my native skies. 
 
 2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits : 
 
 The God ! how bright he shines ! 
 And scatters infinite delights 
 On all the happy minds. 
 
 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, 
 
 Circle the throne around ; 
 And move and charm the starry plains 
 With an immortal sound. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs : — 
 
 Jesus, my love, they sing ! 
 Jesus, the life of all our joys, 
 Sounds sweet from ev'ry string. 
 
 5 Now let me mount and join their song, 
 
 And be an angel too ; 
 My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue. 
 Here's joyful w 7 ork for you. 
 
 6 I would begin the music here, 
 
 And so my soul should rise ; 
 Oh, for some heav'nly notes to bear 
 
 My passions to the skies. 
 384 
 
DEATH AND HEAVEN. 597, 598. 
 
 HYMN 597. 8s. Collyer. 
 
 Lambeth. Uxbridge. 
 The last conflict. 
 
 1 " T SOON shall accomplish my race, 
 JL And soar to the temple on high ; 
 Dear Jesus, beholding thy face, 
 
 I cheerfully yield me to die. 
 Farewell, my distress and my wo — 
 
 The storms of existence are o'er ; 
 Tho' fiercely the tempest may blow, 
 
 Its fury appals me no more. 
 
 2 More quickly and shorter I breathe — 
 
 The dew is o'erspreading my cheek — 
 I feel the approaches of death, 
 
 My heartstrings beginning to break : 
 A struggle or two and 'tis done — 
 
 From earth and its anguish I fly ; 
 The palm of the conqueror won, 
 
 I live by submitting to die. 
 
 HYMN 598. 8, 7. C. Wesley. 
 
 Sicilian. Northampton-Chapel. 
 The departing saint. 
 
 1 TTAPPY soul, thy days are ended, 
 H All thy mourning days below : 
 Go, by angel-guards attended, 
 
 To the sight of Jesus, go ! 
 
 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, 
 
 Lo ! the Saviour stands above. 
 Shows the glory of his merit, 
 Reaches out the crown of love. 
 
 3 Struggle thro' thy latest passion 
 
 To thy dear Redeemer's breast, 
 To his uttermost salvation, 
 To his everlasting rest. 
 
 4 For the joy he sets before thee. 
 
 Bear a momentary pain ; 
 
 3,3* S85 
 
599. DEATH AND HEAVEN. 
 
 Die, to live the life of glory — - 
 Suffer, with thv Lord to reign. 
 HYMN 599. 8s. M. De Fleury. 
 
 Uxbridge. Dismission. 
 Panting for Heaven. 
 
 1 "V^E angels, who stand round the throne, 
 
 JL And view my ImmanueTs face, 
 In rapturous songs make him known ; 
 
 Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise : 
 He form'd you the spirits you are, 
 
 So happy, so noble, so good ; 
 When others sunk down in despair, 
 
 Confirm'd by his power, ye stood. 
 
 2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, 
 
 And cast your bright crowns at his feet. 
 His grace and his glory display, 
 
 And all his rich mercy repeat : 
 He snatch'd you from hell and the grave — 
 
 He ransom'd from death and despair ; 
 For you he was mighty to save, 
 
 Almighty to bring you safe there. 
 $ Oh, when will the period appear, 
 
 When I shall unite in your song I 
 I'm weary of lingering here, 
 
 And I to your Saviour belong ! 
 I'm fetter d and chain'd up in clay ; 
 
 I struggle and pant to be free ; 
 I loner to be soaring' away, 
 
 My God and my Saviour to see ! 
 4 I want to put on my attire, 
 
 Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 I want to be one of your choir, 
 
 And tune my sweet harp to his name ; 
 i want — Oh, I want to be there, 
 
 Where sorrow and sin bid adieu — 
 Your joy and your friendship to share — 
 
 To wonder, and worship with vou ! 
 |S6 
 
DEATH AND HEAVEN. 600. 
 
 HYMN 600. 7s. 
 
 Hotham. Pastoral-Duet. 
 Heaven. John xiv. 2. 
 
 1 TXIGH in yonder realms of light, 
 XX Dwell the raptur'/l saints above. 
 Far beyond our feeble sight, 
 
 Happy in Immanuel's love ! 
 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 
 
 Once they knew, like u# below, 
 Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, 
 
 Tort'ring pain and heavy wo. 
 
 2 Oft the big, unbidden tear, 
 
 Stealing down the furrow'd cheek. 
 Told, in eloquence sincere, 
 
 Tales of wo they could not speak. 
 But, these days of weeping o'er, 
 
 Past this scene of toil and pain. 
 They shall feel distress no more. 
 
 Never — never weep again ! 
 
 3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 
 
 'Mid th' angelic lyres above, 
 Hark — their songs melodious rise, 
 
 Songs of praise to Jesus' love ! 
 Happy Spirits ! ye are fled, 
 
 Where no grief can entrance find, 
 Lull'd to rest the aching head, 
 
 Sooth'd the anguish of the mind ! 
 
 4 All is tranquil and serene, 
 
 Calm and undisturb'd repose — 
 There no cloud can intervene — 
 
 There no angry tempest blows ! 
 Ev'ry tear is wip'd away, 
 
 Sighs no more shall heave the breast; 
 Night is lost in endless day — 
 
 Sorrow — in eternal rest ! 
 
 387 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory giv'n, 
 By all on earth, and all in heav'n. 
 CM. 
 Let God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit be ador'd, 
 Where there are works to make him known. 
 Or saints togjove the Lord. 
 S. M. 
 Ye angels, round the throne, 
 And saints that dwell below, 
 Worship the Father, praise the Son. 
 And bless the Spirit too. 
 H. M. 
 To God the Father's throne 
 
 Perpetual honors raise, 
 Glory to God the Son : 
 To God the Spirit praise 
 With all our powers 
 Eternal King, 
 Thy name we sing, 
 While faith adores. 
 7s. 
 Sing we to our God above, 
 Praise eternal as his love : 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly hosts 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 8,7. 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love, 
 With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
 Rest upon us from above ! 
 Thus may we abide in union 
 
 With each other and the Lord ! 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 
 Jovs which earth cannot afford. 
 388 * 
 
THE ARRANGEMENT. 
 
 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 GOD, 
 
 from 1 to 1 3 
 
 Universal Praise, 
 
 
 14 18 
 
 Scriptures, 
 
 
 19 24 
 
 Alarming, 
 
 
 25 43 
 
 Inviting, 
 
 
 44 85 
 
 Penitential. 
 
 
 86 101 
 
 Christ, 
 
 
 102 124 
 
 His Birth, 
 
 
 102 104 
 
 Life and Ministry, 
 
 105 109 
 
 Sufferings and Death, 
 
 . 110 116 
 
 Resurrection, 
 
 117 
 
 Ascension, 
 
 118 121 
 
 Intercession, 
 
 122 
 
 Dominion, 
 
 123 124 
 
 Characters of Christ, in alphabetical on 
 
 ler, 125 140 
 
 Doctrines of the Gospel, in alphabetical 
 
 3rder, 141 170 
 
 Law and Gospel, 
 
 171 173 
 
 Holy Spirit, His Influences, 
 
 174 182 
 
 Graces of, in alphabetical order, 
 
 183 230 
 
 The Christian, ... 
 
 231 278 
 
 Worship, .... 
 
 279 331 
 
 Private, 
 
 279 285 
 
 Social, .... 
 
 286 291 
 
 Ministers, 
 
 292 296 
 
 The Church, 
 
 297 364 
 
 Prayer for a Revival, 
 
 305 314 
 
 Conference Meetings, 
 
 315 325 
 
 Dismission, . 
 
 326 331 
 
 The sinner awakened, 
 
 332 343 
 
 Conviction, and 
 
 344 360 
 
 Conversion, .... 
 
 361 371 
 
 The Convert, .... 
 
 372 423 
 
 Rejoicing in a Revival, 
 
 424 445 
 
 Baptism, . 
 
 446 450 
 
 Monthly Concert, 
 
 451 487 
 
 Missionary Meetings, 
 
 . 488 501 
 
 Collections. 
 
 502 504 
 
 
 
 389 
 
ARRANGEMENT. 
 
 Times and Seasons, 
 
 Morning and Evening, 
 
 Sabbath, 
 
 Seasons of the Year, 
 
 New Year, 
 
 Marriage, 
 
 Meeting and parting of 
 
 Youth, 
 
 Middle Age, 
 
 Old Age," . 
 
 Fast, 
 
 Affliction, 
 Funeral Hymns, 
 Time and Eternity, 
 Resurrection, 
 Day of Judgment, 
 Death and Heaven. 
 
 390 
 
 friends, 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 from 505 to 564 
 505 M5 
 516 519 
 520 523 
 524 627 
 528 530 
 531 537 
 538 548 
 549 
 550 
 551 
 552 564 
 565 575 
 576 5PD 
 581 584 
 485 589 
 590 600 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 A H what can I, a sinner, do, 337 
 
 JQk Ah, who can speak the vast dismay. 35 
 
 Ah, why this disconsolate frame, 401 
 
 Ah, wretched souls are they who hear. 149 
 
 Alas, alas, how blind I've been, 332 
 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed, 86 
 
 Alas, what hourly dangers rise, 260 
 
 Almighty God of truth and love, 94 
 
 All glory to God in the sky, 314 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name, 123 
 
 All ye who laugh and sport with death, 29 
 
 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound. 155 
 
 Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands. 49 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross, 193 
 
 An angry God, a Judge severe, 41 
 
 And canst thou, sinner, slight, 335 
 
 And does the Spirit kindly move, 334 
 
 And have I measured half my days. 549 
 
 And is the gospel peace and love, 106 
 
 And let this feeble body fail, 557 
 
 And must I part with all I have, 221 
 
 And what am I ? my soul, awake, 237 
 
 And will the Lord thus condescend. 50 
 
 And will th' offended God again. 256 
 
 Angels! roll the rock away, 117 
 
 Another six days' work is done, 516 
 
 Anxious, I strove to find the way. 390 
 
 A present God is all our strength, 1 74 
 
 Arise, great God, and let thy grace. 467 
 
 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 477 
 
 Ascend thy throne, Almighty King. 483 
 
 As in soft silence vernal showers, 307 
 
 As once the Saviour took his seat. 90 
 
 As on the cross the Saviour hung, 158 
 
 Assembled at thy great command. 488 
 
 As the serpent, rais'd by Moses, 47 
 
 Astonish'd and distress'd, 345 
 
 As when the wearv traveller gains. 269 
 
 391 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 At Jacob's well a stranger sought, 80 
 
 At length the wish'd for spring has come. 521 
 
 Attend, while God's exalted Son, 167 
 
 Attend, ye children of our God, 450 
 
 Awake, and sing the song, 375 
 
 Awake, awake my sluggish soul, 85 
 
 Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound, 367 
 
 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes, 232 
 
 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 9 
 
 Awake ye saints, and raise your eyes, 527 
 
 BEHOLD a stranger at the door, 48 
 
 Behold high in the midst of heaven. 466 
 
 Behold the expected time draw near, 489 
 
 Behold the genial showers descend, 310 
 
 Behold the glorious dawning bright, 482 
 
 Behold the mountain of the Lord, 481 
 
 Behold the sons, the heirs of God, 195 
 
 Behold the tears that Mary shed, 348 
 
 Begone my worldly cares away, 515 
 
 Begone unbelief, 228 
 
 Beneath the poisonous dart, 364 
 
 Beside the gospel pool, 371 
 
 Beware of Peter's word, 409 
 
 Blessed Redeemer ! how divine, 206 
 
 Blest be the dear uniting love, 536 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds, 533 
 
 Blest Comforter divine, 176 
 
 Blest is the man whose softening heart, 184 
 
 Blest Lord, behold the guilty scorn, 313 
 
 Blest Saviour, by thy powerful word, 247 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 432 
 
 Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine, 552 
 
 Brethren, belov'd for Jesus' sake, 531 
 
 Bright as the sun's meridian blaze, 484 
 
 By whom shall Jacob now arise ? 302 
 
 I AN aught beneath a power divine. 168 
 
 Children of the heavenly King, 378 
 
 Children of God, who trav'ling slow, 267 
 
 Come, all ye souls, by sin opprest, 65 
 
 Come, christian brethren, ere we part, 535 
 
 Come, every pious heart, 121 
 
 Come, gracious "Spirit, heavenly dove. 316 
 
 Come, heavenly peace of mind, 217 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, 284 
 
 392 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 179 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, 177 
 
 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast. 77 
 
 Come, let me love, or is my mind, 67 
 
 Come, let us anew, 526 
 
 Come, let us now forget our mirth, 538 
 
 Come, Lord, and bless the rising race, 525 
 
 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 319 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 351 
 
 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, 306 
 
 Come, sinners, attend, 59 
 
 Come, thou Almighty King, 14 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 439 
 
 Come, weary souls, with sins, 58 
 
 Come, we who love the Lord, 205 
 
 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord. 7 
 
 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 57 
 
 Come, ye weary sinners, come, 350 
 
 Convinced of sin, men now begin, 427 
 
 DEAD be my heart to all below, 251 
 
 Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye, 246 
 
 Dear refuge of my weary soul, 254 
 
 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray, 303 
 
 Dear Saviour, thy victorious love, 594 
 
 Deep are the wounds which sin has made ; 1 34 
 
 Descend, Holy Spirit, the Dove, 180 
 
 Destruction's dangerous road, 25 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep ? 248 
 
 Did I possess the gift of tongues, 213 
 
 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame. 183 
 
 Disconsolate tenant of clay, 559 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord, 327 
 
 EARTH has engrossed my love too long S 596 
 
 Encompass'd with clouds of distress, 241 
 
 Eternal God, almighty cause, 452 
 
 Eternal God, enthron'd on high, 550 
 
 Eternal power, whose high abode, 15 
 
 Eternal Spirit, source of light, 181 
 
 Eternal Sun of Righteousness, 330 
 
 Eternity is just at hand, 579 
 
 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, 208 
 
 Exert thy power, thy rights maintain, 459 
 
 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, 192 
 
 Farewell, and what if next we meet 501 
 
 34 393 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Farewell dear friends, a short farewell, " 537 
 
 Far from afflictions, toil and care, 565 
 
 Far from my thoughts, vain world begone, 322 
 
 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 282 
 
 Far from the utmost verge of day, 28 
 
 Far from thy fold, O God, my feet, ,372 
 
 Father divine, thy piercing eye, 279 
 
 Father, how wide thy glory shines. 5 
 
 Father of all, thy care we bless, 290 
 
 Father of faithful Abram, hear, 169 
 
 Father of glory, to thy name, 1 1 
 
 Father of mercies, God of love. 101 
 
 Father of mercies, in thy word, 20 
 
 Father of mercies, send thy grace. 503 
 
 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 283 
 
 Forgiveness, 'tis a joyful sound, 159 
 
 Fountain of light, whose copious stream. 271 
 
 Frequent the day of God returns, 518 
 
 Friend of the friendless, and the faint, 98 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 492 
 
 From his low bed of mortal dust, 566 
 
 GAY is thy morning, flattering hope. 539 
 
 Gird on, great God, thy sword, 312 
 
 Give to the winds, thy fears, 227 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 462 
 
 Glory to God on high, 331 
 
 Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim, 495 
 
 God from his throne with piercing eye. 148 
 
 God, in the gospel of his Son, 23 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way, 12 
 
 God of my life, through all its day.-. 18 
 
 Go, messenger of love, and bear, 496 
 
 Go, much lov'd brethren, haste and rear. 494 
 
 Go, ye heralds of salvation, 499 
 
 Go, ye messengers of God, 498 
 
 Grace, 'tis a charming sound, 154 
 
 Grant, Lord, I may delight in thee. 187 
 
 Great God, preserved by thine arm, 506 
 
 Great God, the nations of the earth. 456 
 
 Great God, to thee I make, 343 
 
 Great God, we to thy honor raise, 325 
 
 Great High Priest, we view thee stooping, 136 
 
 Great Saviour, let thy power divine, 474 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah. 276 
 
 394 
 
a tabu: of first lines. 
 
 Hymn, 
 
 HAD I a throne above the rest, 197 
 
 Hail, mighty Jesus ! how divine 169 
 
 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, 380 
 
 Hail, sov'reign love that first began, 129 
 
 Hail, the clay that saw him rise, 1 18 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed, 4.45 
 
 Happy soul, thy days are ended, 598 
 
 Happy the heart where graces reign, 207 
 
 Happy the hours, the golden days, 242 
 
 Happy the man who finds the grace, 229 
 
 Happy the saints, whose lot is cast, 324 
 
 Hark, a cry among the nations, 486 
 
 Hark, from yon wilds is heard the strain, 441 
 
 Hark, hark, the notes of joy, 444 
 
 Hark, how from Sinai's mount proceeds. 435 
 
 Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes. 105 
 
 Hark, the herald angels sing, 104 
 
 Hark, 'tis the prophet of the skies, 480 
 
 Hark, the song of Jubilee, 487 
 
 Hark, the voice of love and mercy > 113 
 
 Hasten, O sinner, to be wise, 30 
 
 Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand, 353 
 
 Hearts of stone, relent, relent, ■ 150 
 
 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies, 115 
 
 He lives, the great Redeemer lives, 122 
 
 He who on earth as man was known. 130 
 
 High in yonder realms of light, 600 
 
 Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh. 64 
 
 Holy be this, as was the place, 320 
 
 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness, 178 
 
 How are thy servants blest, O Lord, 13 
 
 How blest is our brother bereft 569 
 
 How blest the righteous are, 572 
 
 How blest the sacred tie that binds, 420 
 
 How false this earth in all its forms, 250 
 
 How far, alas, in sinful ways, 245 
 
 How few the word of God regard, 300 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the'Lord. 161 
 
 How great, how terrible that God, 39 
 
 How happy are they, 385 
 
 How long beneath the law I lay, 172 
 
 How lost was my condition, 135 
 
 How much the drooping hearts revive. 426 
 
 How oft, alas, this wretched heart, 157 
 
 395 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 - 4(| 
 Hymn. 
 
 How precious is the book divine, 19 
 
 How shall 1 my Saviour set forth, 66 
 
 How shall the sons of men appear, 142 
 
 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 215 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 264 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 239 
 
 How will my heart endure, 32 
 
 IASK'D the Lord, that I might grow- 244 
 
 If God had bid his thunders roll, 405 
 
 I hear a voice that comes from far, 38 1 
 
 I leave the world with willing feet. 388 
 
 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 297 
 
 I love to steal awhile away, 285 
 
 Indulgent Father, by whose care, 510 
 
 Indulgent Father, how divine, 6 
 
 Indulgent God of love and power. 490 
 
 Indulgent God, to thee we pray, 471 
 
 Infinite excellence is thine, 460 
 
 Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way, 421 
 
 In sin by blinded passions led, 366 
 
 In songs of sublime adoration and prai.-e. 151 
 
 Inspirer and hearer of prayer, 514 
 
 In thy great name, O Lord, we come, 323 
 
 In vain my fancy strives to paint, 571 
 
 In vain the giddy world inquires, 252 
 
 I own my guilt, my sins confess. 358 
 
 I saw beyond the tomb, 33 
 
 I send the joys of earth away, 253 
 
 I soon shall accomplish my race* 597 
 
 It is the voice of love divine, 119 
 
 I wait a few sorrowful vears, 578 
 
 JESUS, and shall it ever be, 410 
 
 Jesus, at thy command, 100 
 
 Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound 72 
 
 Jesus, full of all compassion, 355 
 
 Jesus, great healer of mankind, 560 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul, 255 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 139 
 
 Jesus, my King, proclaims the war, 231 
 
 Jesus once left his throne on high. 224 
 
 Jesus, our best beloved friend, 113 
 
 Jesus, Redeemer of mankind, 53 
 
 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 55 
 Jesus, thy witness speaks within, 
 
 396 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Jesus, who knows full well, 287 
 
 Just o'er the grave I hung, 563 
 
 KEEP silence — all created things, 146 
 
 Kindred, and friends, and native land, 500 
 
 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears, 21 
 
 Let carnal minds the world pursue, 373 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend, 63 
 
 Let party names, no more, 214 
 
 Let saints on earth their anthems raise, 485 
 
 Let those who bear the Christian name, 222 
 
 Let thy returning Spirit, Lord, 398 
 
 Let us adore the grace that seeks, 152 
 
 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 292 
 
 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, 442 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling, 132 
 
 Like her, who in Samaria's bound, 79 
 
 Like Israel, safe upon the shore, 393 
 
 Long have I walk'd this dreary road, 341 
 
 Long unafflicted, undismay'd, 553 
 
 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, 476 
 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 309 
 
 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 580 
 
 Lord, at thy feet, we sinners lie, 354 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 326 
 
 Lord, help me to repent, 96 
 
 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 412 
 
 Lord, Fm denTd in ev'ry part, 23a 
 
 Lord, in the temples of thy grace, 318 
 
 Lord, shall we part with gold for dross. 76 
 
 Lord, thou w T ith an unerring beam, 3 
 
 Lord, when together here we meet, 532 
 
 Lost in a labyrinth of sin, 301 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling, 438 
 
 Lo ! what a rapturous joy possest, 60 
 
 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthron'd, 127 
 
 May I resolve with all my heart, 414 
 
 Men of God, go take your stations, 294 
 
 Mercy, O thou Son of David, 365 
 
 Messiah, at thy glad approach, 440 
 
 Methinks the last great day is come, 589 
 
 Millions there are on heathen ground, 475 
 
 Mortals, awake, with angels join, 102 
 
 Mountains of Israel, rear on high, 461 
 
 34* 397 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 My barns are full, my stores increase. 34 
 
 My conscious guilt is now so great, 336 
 
 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 107 
 
 My former hopes are fled, 344 
 
 My gracious Redeemer I love, 210 
 
 My lovely Jesus while on earth. 508 
 
 My son know thou the Lord, 540 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard, 259 
 
 My soul doth magnify the Lord, 204 
 
 My soul, thy hasty censure spare, 370 
 
 My soul, with humble fervor, raise, 379 
 
 My soul would fain indulge a hope, 202 
 
 My times of sorrow and of joy, 219 
 
 NATURE will raise up all her strife, 395 
 
 No more I ask, or hope to find, 374 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts, 131 
 
 Not all the nobles of the earth, 141 
 
 Not the best deeds that we have done. 19Q 
 
 Now begin the heavenly theme, 163 
 
 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal. 524 
 
 Now, he who turns to God, shall live, 70 
 
 Now is the accepted time, 81 
 
 Now is the time, the accepted hour. 51 
 
 Now let a true ambition rise, 541 
 
 Now let our souls on wings sublime, 278 
 
 Now let our voices join, 218 
 
 Now may the Lord reveal his face, 153 
 
 Now the shades of night are gone, 509 
 
 Now we hail the happy dawning, 428 
 
 OBEDIENT to our Zion's King, 446 
 
 Of all the joys we mortals know, 211 
 
 Oft as the bell with solemn toll, 575 
 
 O God of sov'reign grace, 455 
 
 O God, whose favorable eye, 185 
 
 Oh, for a glance of heavenly day, 339 
 
 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing. 376 
 
 O happy soul, that lives on high, 273 
 
 Oh, could I find from day to day, 145 
 
 Oh, could I find some peaceful bower, 198 
 
 Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly P 258 
 
 Ob, for a closer walk with God, 143 
 
 Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy, 425 
 
 Oh, that I knew the secret place. 144 
 
 398 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Uh, that my load of sin were gone. 346 
 
 Oh, that the Lord would hear my cry. 92 
 
 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain. 88 
 
 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies, 93 
 
 Oh, what amazing words of grace. 45 
 
 Oh, when shall Afric's sable sons. 157 
 
 Oh, where shall rest be found, 593 
 
 O Jesus, full of truth and grace. 100 
 
 O Lord, another day is flown, 511 
 
 O Lord, how vile am I, 347 
 
 O Lord, my best desires fulfil, 223 
 
 O Lord, our languid souls inspire. 315 
 
 O Love divine, what hast thou done. Ill 
 
 O my soul, what means this sadness. 200 
 
 Once 1 thought my mountain strong. 238 
 
 Once more before we part, 329 
 
 Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd. 298 
 
 Once on the raging seas I rode, 138 
 
 One awful word which Jesus spoke. 31 
 
 One there is above all others, 126 
 
 On Tabor's top the Saviour stands. 108 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing, 434 
 
 O Sun of righteousness arise, 311 
 
 O Sun of righteousness divine, 299 
 
 O thou, before whose gracious throne, 295 
 
 O thou, from whom all goodness flows. 562 
 
 O thou great Monarch, in thy might. 453 
 
 O thou, to whose all-searching sight, 257 
 
 O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. 561 
 
 O thou, who from thy glorious throne. 472 
 
 O thou, whose tender mercy hears, 87 
 
 Our country is Immanuel's ground, 423 
 
 Our hearts are fastened to this world. 220 
 
 Our life, how short ! a groan, a sigh. 584 
 
 Our little bark, on boisterous seas. 403 
 
 Our souls, by love together knit, 419 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkne?-. 458 
 
 O Zion, tune thy voice, 431 
 
 >EOPLE of the living God, 415 
 
 Pilgrim, burdemd with thy sin. 270 
 
 Plung* d in a gulf of dark despair. 164 
 
 Poor sinners, little do they think, 340 
 
 Praise to the Lord on high, 293 
 
 Prnver is the soul's sincere desire. 288 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Prayer was appointed to convey, 289 
 
 Prepare a thankful song, 165 
 
 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet, 91 
 
 RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise. 27 
 
 Rejoice, for Christ, the Saviour. 430 
 
 Rejoice in God, the word commands. 391 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is King, 124 
 
 Rejoicing now in glorious hope, 384 
 
 Religion is the chief concern, 542 
 
 Religion's form is vain, 291 
 
 Repent, the voice celestial cries, 38 
 
 Return, my roving heart, return, 280 
 
 Return, O w r anderer, return, 68 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 277 
 
 SAINTS, with pious zeal attending, 17 
 
 Saviour, visit thy plantation, 305 
 
 Saviour, we wait the day, 261 
 
 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 436 
 
 Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 333 
 
 See from Zion's sacred mountain, 443 
 
 See, gracious Lord, before thy throne. 551 
 
 See, how rude winter's icy hand, 520 
 
 See, how the worthless bramble stands. 36 
 
 See human nature sunk in shame, 308 
 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 448 
 
 See th' Eternal Judge descending, 587 
 
 Shall I, to gain the world's applause, 411 
 
 Shepherd of Israel, thou didst lead, 468 
 
 Shepherds, rejoice ; lift up your eyes, 103 
 
 Shepherd, who leadest with tender care, 449 
 
 Should God forbid the Sun to rise, 507 
 
 Since Jesus freely did appear, 528 
 
 Since we, and all our treasures too. 194 
 
 Sing, how eternal love, 10 
 
 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 377 
 
 Sinner, art thou still secure, 40 
 
 Sinner, behold, I've heard thy groan. 342 
 
 Sinners, approach your dying Lord, 62 
 
 Sinners, behold that dowmvard road. 26 
 
 Sinners, obey the gospel word, 61 
 
 Sinners, take the friendly warning. 588 
 
 Sinners, the voice of God regard, 69 
 
 Sinners, this solemn truth regard. 166 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message. 71 
 
 Smote by the law, I'm justly slain. 359 
 
 Soft be the gently breathing notes, 386 
 
 Sometimes a light surprises, 272 
 
 Sound, sound the truth abroad, 497 
 
 Sovereign grace hath power alone, 156 
 
 Sovereign of worlds above, 454 
 
 Sovereign of worlds, display thy power. 473 
 
 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all, 95 
 
 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 182 
 
 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think, 43 
 
 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour die.*. 1 10 
 
 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 175 
 
 Surrounded by a frightful gloom, 383 
 
 Sweet glories rush upon my sight, 595 
 
 Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest ! 216 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 265 
 
 Sweet was the time, w T hen first I felt, 243 
 
 TEACH us, O Lord, the great concern. 78 
 
 Thankless, the prodigal receives. 368 
 
 That awful day will surely come, 586 
 
 That mighty angel, to whose hand, 465 
 
 The billows swell, the winds are high. 558 
 
 The castle of the human heart, 363 
 
 The christian voyager strikes the rock. 399 
 
 The day is drawing nigh, 437 
 
 The day is past and gone, 512 
 
 The day, the gospel day draws near, 418 
 
 The deluge, at th 5 Almighty's call, 162 
 
 The eye of God is every where, 4 
 
 The flow'ry spring, at God's command, 523 
 
 The giddy world, with flattering tongue. 387 
 
 The God of my salvation lives, 226 
 
 The God who once to Israel spoke. 543 
 
 The grave is now a favor'd spot, 567 
 
 The happy in Jesus may sleep, 397 
 
 The joy that vain amusements give, 545 
 
 The Lord of life, the Saviour dies, 89 
 
 The Lord of light, tho' veil'd awhile, 268 
 
 The Lord on mortal worms looks down. 491 
 
 The Lord receives his highest praise. 191 
 
 The Lord will happiness divine, 188 
 
 The Lord will not forget the grace. 470 
 
 The mighty flood that rolls aloncr. 577 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 The mighty frame of glorious grace. 120 
 
 The moment a sinner believes, 189 
 
 The new-born child of gospel grace, 389 
 
 The night shall hear me raise my song, 513 
 
 The once-lov'd form, now cold and dead. 574 
 
 The prodigal, with streaming eyes, 369 
 
 The ransom'd spirit to her home, 209 
 
 There is a fountain fhTd with blood. 128 
 
 There is a God who reigns above, 1 
 
 There is a voice of sovereign grace. 46 
 
 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, 583 
 
 The Saviour calls, let every ear, 44 
 
 The Saviour. Oh, what endless charms. 137 
 
 The sinner's flattering dreams are fled. 361 
 
 The sovereign Father, good and kind, 396 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 21 
 
 The summer harvest spreads the field, 522 
 
 The time is short ! the season near. 576 
 
 The trump of Israel's Jubilee, 463 
 
 The voice that bids us all repent, 338 
 
 The winter past, reviving flowers, 581 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love. 519 
 
 This God is the God we adore, 328 
 
 Tho' in the earthly church below, 304 
 
 Tho' now the nations sit beneath, 464 
 
 Thou great Physician of the soul, 352 
 
 Thou only Sovereign of my heart, 407 
 
 Thrice happy souls, who born of heaven. 275 
 
 Thro' all the changing scenes of life, 225 
 
 Thro' Christ when we together came, 534 
 
 Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path. 582 
 
 Thro' this w^ide wilderness I roam, 266 
 
 Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word. 451 
 
 Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 317 
 
 "Tis a point I long to know, 212 
 
 Tis finished, so the Saviour cried, 114 
 
 "Tis finish'd, the conflict is past, 570 
 
 Tis first of all thyself to know, 236 
 
 "Tis hard, from those we love, to go. 564 
 
 "Tis midnight — and on Olive's brow. 109 
 
 "Tis ours to sojourn in a waste, 321 
 
 'Tis past — the dreadful stormy night. 402 
 
 To-day, if ye will hear his voice, 83 
 
 To God I crv'd, when troubles rose. 160 
 
 402 
 
V TABLE OF FIBST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 To-morrow, Lord, is thine, 84 
 
 To the cross where Jesus dies, 1 H5 
 
 To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, 408 
 
 Trembling before thine awful throne, 97 
 
 UNHAPPY city, hadst thou known. 52 
 
 United prayers ascend to thee, 447 
 
 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 568 
 
 VAIN man, thy fond pursuit forbear, 591 
 
 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 147 
 
 Weary of struggling with my pain. 357 
 
 • ; We've no abiding city here," 422 
 
 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 360 
 
 Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven, 417 
 
 Were once our vain desires subdued, 555 
 
 We wander in a thorny maze, 546 
 
 What is the thing of greatest price, 75 
 
 W^hat jarring natures dwell within, 233 
 
 What must I do ? the Jailor cries, 362 
 
 W T hat shall the dying sinner do, 1 73 
 
 What sinners value I resign, 199 
 
 What think ye of Christ ? is the test, 140 
 
 What, tho' the arm of conquering death. 296 
 
 What various hindrances we meet, 286 
 
 When any turn from Zion's way, 406 
 
 When bending o'er the brink of life, 590 
 
 When blooming youth is snatch'd away. 573 
 
 When frowning death appears, 37 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view, 1 86 
 
 When I can read my title clear, 274 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross, 262 
 
 When I the blest Redeemer see, 263 
 
 When Jesus bade me leave the world, 416 
 
 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 502 
 
 When languor and disease invade, 556 
 
 When lowering clouds deform the sky, 349 
 
 W T hen on the third auspicious day, 517 
 
 When night descends in sable guise, 394 
 
 When renovating grace begins, 392 
 
 When rising from the bed of death. 585 
 
 When the Eternal bows the skies, 2 
 
 When the poor leper's case I read, 74 
 
 When we with welcome slumber press W. 505 
 
 When will the happv trump proclaim. 479 
 
 403 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 When with my mind devoutly press'd, 404 
 
 Where are the dead ? in heaven or hell, 592 
 
 Wherefore should man, frail child of clay. 203 
 
 Where is my God ? does he retire, 125 
 
 Where is now our boasted Saviour, 240 
 
 Where shall we sinners hide our heads ' 170 
 
 While I to grief my soul gave way, 124 
 
 AVhile life prolongs its precious light, 82 
 
 While Sinai roars, and round the earth. 171 
 
 While the heralds of salvation, 504 
 
 Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power, 281 
 
 Who but thou, Almighty Spirit, 478 
 
 Why should the christian waste in sighs. 554 
 
 Why sinks my weak desponding mind, 201 
 
 With cheerful voices rise and sing, 530 
 
 W T ith conscious guilt and bleeding heart, 99 
 
 With grateful hearts and tuneful lays, 529 
 
 With humble heart and tongue, 548 
 
 With kind compassion hear my cry, 356 
 
 With reverend awe, tremendous Lord, 433 
 
 With tears of anguish, I lament, 234 
 
 World, adieu, thou real cheat, 249 
 
 YE angels, who stand round the throne. 599 
 
 Ye dying sons of men, 56 
 
 Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu, 133 
 
 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm. 547 
 
 Ye humble souls, complain no more. 1 96 
 
 Ye lovely bands of blooming youth. 544 
 
 Ye messengers of Christ, 493 
 
 Ye mourning sinners, here disclose. 73 
 
 Ye saints, assist me in my song, 382 
 
 Ye servants of God, 16 
 
 Ye sons of men, with joy record, 8 
 
 Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 429 
 
 Ye, who in former days, 42 
 
 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 54 
 
 Yonder, amazing sight ! I see, 112 
 
 ZEAL is that pure and heavenlv flame. 230 
 
 404 
 
A TABLE OF TEXTS. 
 
 Mi. Vet. Hymn. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 Vei 
 
 . Hymn. 
 
 Ch. Ver. K 
 
 "ymn. 
 
 Genesis. 
 
 14. 
 
 2. 
 
 
 539. 
 
 67. 
 
 553. 
 
 5. 24. 143. 
 
 16. 
 
 22. 
 
 
 578. 
 
 — 158. 
 
 308. 
 
 6. 3. 333. 
 
 17. 
 
 1- 
 
 -11. 
 
 578. 
 
 133. 1. 
 
 215 
 
 334. 
 
 23. 
 
 3. 
 
 
 144. 
 
 137. 5—6. 
 
 297 
 
 18. 19. 290. 
 
 27. 
 
 8. 
 
 
 291. 
 
 
 207. 
 
 24. 56. 416. 
 
 29. 
 
 2. 
 
 
 243. 
 
 138. 5. 
 
 218 
 
 28. 17. 320. 
 
 
 Psalms. 
 
 
 139. 
 
 3 
 
 Numbers. 
 
 4. 
 
 6. 
 
 
 252. 
 
 Proverbs 
 
 
 6. 25, 26. 330. 
 
 6. 
 
 
 
 92. 
 
 3. 13. 
 
 229 
 
 13. 384. 
 
 7. 
 
 11. 
 
 
 41. 
 
 4. 7. 
 
 78 
 
 23. 10. 572. 
 
 13. 
 
 
 
 398. 
 
 8. 17. 
 
 547 
 
 Deuteronomy. 
 
 32. 
 
 7. 
 
 
 349. 
 
 15. 3. 
 
 4 
 
 8. 2. 266. 
 
 34. 
 
 
 
 225. 
 
 18. 24. 
 
 126 
 
 33. 27. 254. 
 
 36. 
 
 9. 
 
 
 271. 
 
 23. 17. 
 
 275 
 
 255. 
 
 
 
 
 272. 
 
 Ecclesiastes. 
 
 Joshua. 
 
 37. 
 
 4. 
 
 
 187. 
 
 9. 5. 
 
 592 
 
 24. 15. 414. 
 
 42. 
 
 5. 
 
 
 200. 
 
 12. 7 
 
 566 
 
 Judges. 
 
 43. 
 
 5. 
 
 
 392. 
 
 Canticles 
 
 , 
 
 16.20. 174. 
 
 45. 
 
 3.- 
 
 —5. 
 
 169. 
 
 3. 11. 
 
 123 
 
 Ruth. 
 
 
 
 
 312. 
 
 5. 10. 
 
 127. 
 
 1. 16—19. 415. 
 
 48. 
 
 14. 
 
 
 276. 
 
 Isaiah. 
 
 
 1 Samuel. 
 
 51. 
 
 9- 
 
 -13. 
 
 93. 
 
 2. 2. 
 
 486 
 
 7. 12. 439. 
 
 — 
 
 11. 
 
 
 182. 
 
 9. 2. 
 
 132 
 
 15. 32. 590. 
 
 65. 
 
 11. 
 
 
 523. 
 
 12. 2. 
 
 228. 
 
 30. 6. 201. 
 
 85. 
 
 6. 
 
 
 305. 
 
 24. 18—20. 
 
 39. 
 
 1 Kings. 
 
 87. 
 
 3. 
 
 
 462. 
 
 26. 1—2. 
 
 418 
 
 18. 44. 436. 
 
 90. 
 
 5 
 
 -9. 
 
 577. 
 
 30. 33. 
 
 28 
 
 1 Chronicles. 
 
 103. 
 
 1- 
 
 -4. 
 
 379. 
 
 32. 2. 
 
 129. 
 
 '28. 9. 540. 
 
 104. 
 
 34. 
 
 
 556. 
 
 
 130. 
 
 Xehemiah. 
 
 107. 
 
 17- 
 
 -20. 
 
 361. 
 
 33. 20—21. 
 
 462. 
 
 5. 19. 562. 
 
 
 
 30. 
 
 
 399. 
 
 35. 10. 
 
 377 
 
 Esther. 
 
 
 
 
 400. 
 
 
 378. 
 
 4. 16. 77. 
 
 
 
 31. 
 
 
 8. 
 
 44. 23. 
 
 5. 
 
 Job. 
 
 112. 
 
 4. 
 
 
 561. 
 
 51. 9. 
 
 477. 
 
 3. 17. 567. 
 
 119. 
 
 9. 
 
 
 548. 
 
 52. 7. 
 
 434 
 
 35 
 
 405 
 
A TABLE OF TEXTS. 
 
 Ch. Vcr. Hymn. 
 
 Ch. Ver. Hymn. 
 
 — 10. 
 
 420. 
 
 Habakkuk. 
 
 53. 1. 
 
 300. 
 
 2. 17, 18. 
 
 226. 
 
 55. 1—2.63,64. 
 
 
 272. 
 
 — 7. 
 
 69. 
 
 Haggai. 
 
 
 — 7. 
 
 70. 
 
 2. 7. 
 
 460. 
 
 — 10—11. 
 
 310. 
 
 Zechariah 
 
 . 
 
 — 12—13. 
 
 440. 
 
 12. 10. 86,88. 
 
 57. 15. 
 
 188. 
 
 13. 1. 
 
 128. 
 
 58. 1. 
 
 294. 
 
 
 443. 
 
 60. 1. 
 
 431. 
 
 Malachi. 
 
 
 
 480. 
 
 3. 16. 
 
 491. 
 
 — 2. 
 
 464. 
 
 Matthew 
 
 
 — 8. 
 
 437. 
 
 2. 1,2. 
 
 138. 
 
 63. 7. 
 
 9. 
 
 5. 3. 
 
 196. 
 
 66. 2. 
 
 2. 
 
 6. 6. 
 
 279. 
 
 Jeremiah 
 
 
 
 280. 
 
 3. 22. 
 
 157. 
 
 — 10. 
 
 483. 
 
 8. 20. 
 
 33. 
 
 
 484. 
 
 — 22. 134 
 
 ,135. 
 
 — 33. 
 
 541. 
 
 17. 5, 6. 
 
 36. 
 
 7. 12. 
 
 206. 
 
 1 - 9 ' 
 
 345. 
 
 — 13, 14. 
 
 26. 
 
 23. 29. 
 
 433. 
 
 8. 2,3. 
 
 74. 
 
 31. 3. 
 
 151. 
 
 — 24. 
 
 399. 
 
 — 6. 
 
 463. 
 
 11. 28. 
 
 350. 
 
 — 18-20. 
 
 68. 
 
 
 351. 
 
 50. 5. 
 
 421. 
 
 — 28,30. 
 
 57. 
 
 Ezekiel. 
 
 
 58, 59. 
 
 . 36. 8. 
 
 461. 
 
 13. 39. 
 
 522, 
 
 — 37. 
 
 306. 
 
 _ 37—42. 
 
 304. 
 
 37. 3. 
 
 309. 
 
 — 46. 
 
 133 
 
 Daniel. 
 
 
 15. 19. 
 
 45 
 
 5. 5,6. 
 
 340. 
 
 22. 42. 
 
 140 
 
 — 27. 
 
 27. 
 
 24. 44. 
 
 591 
 
 Hosea. 
 
 
 26. 41. 
 
 259 
 
 14. 1,2. 
 
 100. 
 
 
 260 
 
 — 4. 
 
 157. 
 
 26. 41. 
 
 261 
 
 Joel. 
 
 
 28. 18. 
 
 474 
 
 1. 14. 
 
 551. 
 
 Mark. 
 
 
 Amos. 
 
 
 1. 35. 
 
 508 
 
 7. 2. 
 
 302. 
 
 8. 34. 
 
 221 
 
 Jonah. 
 
 
 — 36. 7 
 
 5,76 
 
 3. 9. 
 
 343. 
 
 — 38. 
 
 183 
 
 Micah. 
 
 
 410 
 
 ,411 
 
 4. 1—5. 
 
 481. 
 
 9. 43, 44. 
 
 28 
 
 406 
 
 
 
 
 Ch. 
 
 Ver. Hymn. 
 
 10. 
 
 14. 
 
 448. 
 449. 
 
 
 48. 
 
 355. 
 356. 
 365. 
 
 11. 
 
 20. 
 
 31. 
 
 16. 
 
 15. 
 Luke. 
 
 498. 
 
 1. 
 
 46. 
 
 204. 
 
 — 
 
 78. 
 
 482. 
 
 2. 
 
 8—14. 
 
 105. 
 
 104. 
 
 6. 
 
 19. 
 
 73. 
 
 7. 
 
 36—50. 
 
 90. 
 
 — 
 
 37—50. 
 
 348. 
 
 — 
 
 47. 
 
 159. 
 
 9. 
 
 28—31. 
 
 108. 
 
 10. 
 
 30—37. 
 
 503. 
 
 11. 
 
 21,22. 
 
 363. 
 
 12. 
 
 16—21. 
 
 34. 
 
 13. 
 
 23. 
 
 25. 
 
 — 
 
 28. 
 
 587. 
 
 14. 
 
 17. 
 
 61. 
 
 
 22. 
 
 54. 
 
 
 55, 56. 
 
 — 
 
 23. 
 
 65. 
 
 15. 
 
 10. 
 
 425. 
 
 
 11—24. 
 
 368. 
 369. 
 370. 
 
 
 
 20—24. 
 
 60. 
 
 18. 
 
 1—7. 
 
 287. 
 
 19. 
 
 41. 
 
 248. 
 
 — 
 
 42. 52, 53. 
 
 
 
 156. 
 
 ! 23, 
 
 39—43. 
 
 158. 
 
 24. 
 
 50,51. 
 John. 
 
 119. 
 
 1. 
 
 12. 
 
 141. 
 
 ; — 
 
 29. 
 
 131. 
 
 — 
 
 39. 
 
 72. 
 
 3. 
 
 5—7. 
 
 166. 
 168. 
 
 3. 
 
 14. 
 
 47. 
 
A TABLE OP TEXTS. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 Vcr. Hymn. 
 
 Ch. Ver. Hymn. 
 
 Ch. 
 
 Ver. Hvmn. 
 
 4. 
 
 7 
 
 9, 80. 
 
 13. n. 
 
 
 3. 
 
 1. 
 
 — 
 
 35. 
 
 442. 
 
 1 Corinthians. 
 
 1 Thessalonians. 
 
 — 
 
 4 2. 
 
 137. 
 
 2. 9. 
 
 208. 
 
 5. 
 
 17. 289. 
 
 — 
 
 46—49. 
 
 560. 
 
 4. 7. 
 
 15i. 
 
 
 Hebrews. 
 
 5. 
 
 2 9. 
 
 371. 
 
 6. 19. 
 
 256. 
 
 4. 
 
 7. 30. 
 
 6. 
 
 67—69. 
 
 406. 
 
 7. 29. 
 
 576. 
 
 — 
 
 9. 519 
 
 
 
 407. 
 
 13. 1—3. 
 
 213. 
 
 
 13. 4 
 
 
 
 408. 
 
 — 8. 
 
 207. 
 
 — 
 
 15. 186 
 
 7. 
 
 37. 
 
 44. 
 
 15. 57. 
 
 594. 
 
 -'■ 
 
 25. 122 
 
 
 15. 46. 
 
 2 Corinthians. 
 
 12. 
 
 5—11. 552 
 
 9. 
 
 4. 
 
 85. 
 
 2. 15, 16. 
 
 193. 
 
 — 
 
 22—24. 267 
 
 
 
 549. 
 
 4. 6. 
 
 392. 
 
 
 263 
 
 14. 
 
 2. 
 
 600. 
 
 — 18. 
 
 258. 
 
 13. 
 
 14. 
 
 — 
 
 6. 
 
 139. 
 142. 
 
 5. 17. 
 
 373. 
 374. 
 
 _ 
 
 17. 292 
 James. 
 
 — 
 
 16. 17. 
 
 175. 
 
 
 404. 
 
 4. 
 
 13. '4. 84. 
 
 — 
 
 26. 
 
 179. 
 
 6. 2. 
 
 81. 
 
 
 1 Peter. 
 
 
 
 180. 
 
 8 
 
 2,83. 
 
 2. 
 
 7. 264 
 
 19. 
 
 30. 
 
 113. 
 
 — 17, 18. 
 
 152. 
 
 3. 
 
 20. 162 
 
 
 
 114. 
 
 13. 5. 
 
 236. 
 
 5. 
 
 8. 394 
 
 20. 
 
 28. 
 
 140. 
 
 
 237. 
 
 
 2 Peter. 
 
 21. 
 
 15. 
 
 212. 
 
 Galatians 
 
 
 1. 
 
 4. 161 
 
 
 Acts. 
 
 
 3. 28. 
 
 214. 
 
 2. 
 
 22. 42 
 
 8. 
 
 8. 
 
 426. 
 
 
 215. 
 
 
 1 John. 
 
 9. 
 
 11. 
 
 288. 
 
 6. 14. 
 
 262. 
 
 2. 
 
 1. 125 
 
 10. 
 
 38. 
 
 502. 
 
 Ephesian: 
 
 
 3. 
 
 1. 141 
 
 16. 
 
 30, 3 1 . 
 
 362. 
 
 2. 5. 
 
 154. 
 
 4. 
 
 8. 7 
 
 17. 
 
 30. 
 
 38. 
 
 
 155. 
 
 — 
 
 10. 382 
 
 24. 
 
 \6. 
 
 216. 
 
 — 18. 
 
 11. 
 
 Revelation. 
 
 
 Romans 
 
 
 4. 30. 
 
 335. 
 
 3. 
 
 20. 48,49. 
 
 1. 
 
 16. 
 
 173. 
 
 6. 13—17. 
 
 231. 
 
 
 50.51 
 
 — 
 
 17. 
 
 189. 
 
 Philippian 
 
 s. 
 
 14. 
 
 2,3. 487 
 
 3. 
 
 16. 
 
 37. 
 
 1. 6. 
 
 '60. 
 
 — 
 
 6. 465,466 
 
 5. 
 
 21. 
 
 153. 
 
 2. 8. 9. 
 
 120. 
 
 15. 
 
 3. 375. 
 
 7. 
 
 9. 
 
 359. 
 
 4. 4. 
 
 124. 
 
 20. 
 
 11. 32 
 
 8. 
 
 14. 
 
 316. 
 
 — 8. 
 
 222. 
 
 — 
 
 12. 589. 
 
 10. 
 
 1. 
 
 467. 
 
 Colossians. 
 
 21. 
 
 4. 559. 
 
 
 
 468. 
 
 2. 2. 
 
 419. 
 
 22. 
 
 17. 45. 
 
 
 
 169. 
 
 — 15. 
 
 120. 
 
 
 
 407 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Absence from God, 407, 408 
 Accepted time, 51, 81 — 85 
 Adieu, vain world, 249 — 252 
 Adoption, 141 
 
 Advocate, Christ our, 1 22, 1 25 
 Afflictions needful, 552 — 555 
 
 resignation to, 219, 220, 
 223 
 
 support under, 556, 559, 
 561, 186 
 
 sweetened, 556 
 Age, middle, 549 
 
 old, 550 
 Africa, prayer for, 457 
 Alarm, the, 43 
 Alarming, 25 — 43,585 — 539 
 All things readv, 61 
 Alms, 502—54, 184 
 Angel flying, 465, 466 
 Angels ready, 61 
 Apostacy, 42 
 Ark for believers, 1 62 
 Ascension of Christ, 1 1 8 — 
 
 121 
 Ashamed, not, 183,410,411 
 Atonement, 142, 262—265, 
 
 110, 116, 131 
 Attributes of God, 3, 4 
 Awakened sinner, 332 — 343 
 
 B 
 Backsliding, danger of, 409 
 
 and returning, 245 — 248 
 
 prayer against, 406 — 409 
 Balaam's wish. 572 
 Baptism, 446—- 450 
 
 408 
 
 Baptism, adult, 446, : 
 household, 447, 448 
 infant, 448, 449 
 
 Bartimeus, 365 
 
 Bethlehem, Star of, 138 
 
 Bramble, 36 
 
 Brazen Serpent, 47 
 
 Broad and narrow way, 25, 26 
 
 Brotherly love, 214. 215. 419 
 C 
 
 Call, the Lord's, 152 
 
 Calvary, 1 1 1 — 1 14 
 
 voice from, 381 
 
 and Sinai, 435 
 
 Canaan, way to, 139 
 prospects of, 384 
 
 Carnal joys, 253, 573 
 
 Characters of Christ, 125 — 
 140 
 
 Charity, 184 
 
 Children, baptized, 448, 449 
 of the church, praver for. 
 
 303 
 death of, 574 
 
 Christ, 10:— 140 
 advocate, 125 
 ark for believers, 162 
 ascension of, 118 — 121 
 ashamed of not, 410, 411 
 characters of, 1 25 — 1 40 
 coronation of, 123 
 crucified, P 0—112 
 death and resurrection of. 
 
 110—116 
 desire of all nations, 460 
 example, 106, 107 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 » hrist, excellencies of, 66 
 finishing his work, 1 13, 1 14 
 fountain, 128, 443 
 friend, 1 26, 127 
 in Gethsemane, 109 
 hiding-place, 129,130,349 
 intercession of, 122 
 inviting sinners, 44 — 46 
 kingdom of, 124, 314, 483 
 
 484 
 knocking at the door, 48 — 
 
 51 
 lamb of God, 131 
 light, 132 
 love to, 210 — 212 
 message of, 105 
 my Lord and my God, 140 
 nativity of, 10 2 ' 
 pearl of great price, 183 
 physician, 73, 74, 134, 135, 
 
 352, 353, 371 
 precious, 264 
 priest, 136 
 prince of peace, 485 
 redeemer, 164, 165, 167 
 reigning, 1 15,444,445,486, 
 
 487 
 refuge, 254, 255 
 resurrection of, 1 1 7 
 Saviour, 137 
 Star of Bethlehem, 138 
 submission to, 224 
 sufferings of, 110—116 
 transfiguration of, 108 
 trust in, 228 
 way to Canaan, 139 
 weeping, 52, 53, 248 
 Christian, backsliding and re 
 turning, 245 — 247 
 bidding adieu to the vain 
 
 world, 249—252, 273, 
 
 274 
 in darkness, 283 — 240 
 encouraged, 200, 201 
 enjoying^ light, 271 — 273 
 
 Christian, examination, M2, 
 236, 237 
 
 his faith fainting, 241 
 fearing God, 275 
 forsaken, vet hoping, 242 
 hope of, 199 
 
 inviting sinners, 54, 56 — 5 ( J 
 has joys unseen, 258 
 journeying to heaven, 423 
 mariner, 399, 400 
 mourning, 234, 235 
 parting with carnal joys, 
 
 250 
 pilgrim, 266, 270 
 praying for grace, 257 
 his refuge, 254, 255 
 rejoicing in a revival, 4 21 
 
 —445 
 rising to God, 278 
 singing, 277 
 
 sitting at Jesus' feet, 265 
 supported by hope, 274 
 trembling, 202 
 watching and praving, 259. 
 
 261 
 love, 214, 215, 419, 420. 
 
 531, 537 
 friends welcomed, 531 
 
 parting, 532 — 537 
 
 Church, love to,~297 
 
 praver for, 483, 484, S14. 
 
 302 
 children of, prayed for, 
 
 303 
 glorv of, 479—482, 486. 
 
 487 
 wheat and tares in, 304 
 meetings, 303, 205, 307 
 City of God, 462 
 of refuge, 418 
 no abiding, 422 
 wept over, 52 
 Collections, 502— 504, 184. 
 
 489—492 
 Come and see. 72 
 
 35* 
 
 409 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Comfort of forgiveness, 159, 
 97, 379 
 
 from hope of heaven, 274 
 
 true and false, 184 
 Communion with God, 143 — 
 145 
 
 with saints, 419, 420, 214, 
 215 
 Company, evil, 287 
 Concert, monthly, 451 — 487 
 Conference, 315 — 324 
 Confession, 86 — -101 
 Confidence in Christ, 186 
 Conscience, peace of, 216, 
 273, 131, 217 
 
 tender, 94 
 Contrite heart, 96, 188 
 Contributions, 502 — 504, 184 
 Conversion, 361 — 371 
 
 effected by divine power, 
 366 
 
 gives joy to saints, 425, 426 
 
 necessity of, 367 
 Convert, 372 — 423 
 
 in darkness, 391 — 397 
 
 humbled, 389, 390 
 
 true, 404, 405 
 Conviction, 344—361 
 
 and conversion, 361 — 371 
 Coronation of Christ, 123 
 Cross of Christ, 110—116 
 
 our glory, 183 
 
 Death, approaching, 85 
 
 of a child, 574 
 
 of Christ, 110 — 115 
 
 of a brother, 569 
 
 of men, 565 — 575 
 
 preparation for, 591 
 
 of a minister, 296, b6ij. 
 566 
 
 of a saint, 571, 572 
 
 of the sinner, 37 
 
 of a sister, 570 
 
 of a young person, 573 
 
 victory over, 594 
 
 and Heaven, 590, 600 
 Declension lamented, 298 — 
 
 302 
 
 Decrees of God, 146, 147 
 Dedication, self, 412, 413 
 Delay, 33, 51, 333—336 
 Deliverance from evil com- 
 panions, 387, 388 
 
 Satan, 363 
 
 sin, 364 
 
 temptation, 388 
 Depravity, 148—150, 308. 
 
 309', 345 
 Desert, wandering in, 394 
 Destruction, escaping from. 
 26 
 
 multitudes in the way of, 25 
 Devotion, secret, 279, 280 
 Dismisssion, 326, 331 
 
 
 crucifixion to the world by Doctrines, 141 — 170 
 
 it, 262, 263 
 D 
 Danger, of delay, 33, 51 
 of death, 85 
 of hell, 28, 29 
 Darkness, christian in, 238 — 
 240 
 new convert in, 391 — 397 
 light in, 561 
 Day of Judgment, 585—589 
 Day of glory to the church, 
 479 
 
 410 
 
 Door, 48—51. 
 Dress, 195,203 
 E 
 
 Eben-Ezer, 439 
 Efficacious grace, 169 
 Election, 151, 152 
 Eternity, 579, 580 
 Evening, 510 — 514 
 
 and morning, 6 
 
 twilight, 285 
 
 Saturday, 515 
 
 Sabbath, 518 
 
IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Examination, self, 212, 236,, 
 
 227 
 Example of Christ, 106, 107 l 
 
 F 
 Faith, connected With salva- 
 tion, 190 
 conquering, 189 
 fainting, 241 
 living and dead, 19 
 power of, 192 
 in suffering, 308 
 Fall of map, 308, 309 
 •Family worship, 290 
 Fast, public, 551, 343, 308, 
 
 309, 86—101, 68 
 Fathers, where, 577 
 Fear of God, 275 
 Feast of the gospel, 54 
 
 invitation to, 63 
 Fellowship with christians, 
 214, 215, 419, 420, 531 
 —537 
 Few saved, 25, 26 
 Fields white for harvest, 442 
 Fig-tree, 31 
 Finished, 113, 114 
 Flood, 162 
 Forgiveness of sin, 380 
 
 joy of, 97, 379, 159 
 Forms without love, 291 
 Fortitude, holy, 193 
 Fountain, 79," 80, 204 
 opened in Zion, 443 
 Frailtv of life, 577, 539, 
 
 584 
 Friend, Christ, our, 126, 127, 
 
 48 
 Friends, welcome, 531 
 
 parted with, 532—537 
 Funeral, 82, 84, 85, 565— j 
 575 
 of ministers, 665^ 296, 566 
 of a saint, 566, 571 
 of a child, 574 
 of a youth, 573 
 
 G 
 
 Garden of Gethsemane, 109. 
 13(5 
 
 Gideon, 389 
 GOD, 1—13 
 
 angry with the wicked, 41 
 
 communion with, 143 — 
 145, 187 
 
 condescension of, 2 
 
 decrees of, 146, 147 
 
 dedication to, 412 — 414 
 
 delight in, 187 
 
 eternal and exalted, 15 
 
 fear of, 275 
 
 fountain of light, 271, 272 
 
 glorified in redemption, 5 — 
 6 
 
 goodness and mercy of, 8 
 
 love to, 207-209,225 
 
 love and mercy of, 10 
 
 is love, 7, 8 
 
 loving kindness of, 9 
 
 omniscience and omnipre- 
 sence, 3, 4 
 
 people of, 415 
 
 providence, mysteries of, 12 
 
 rising to, 278 
 
 servants of, always safe, 13 
 
 temple of, our bodies, 256 
 
 trust in, 226—228, 272 
 Gospel, doctrines of, 141, 170 
 
 excellence of, 23 
 
 and law, 171—13 
 
 free offer of, 64 
 
 power of, 22, 173 
 
 prayer for spread of, 451 — - 
 459, 464, 471—477 
 
 suited to our wants, 45, oo 
 Grace, efficacious, 169 
 
 and nature, conflict of, 395 
 
 miracle of, 380 
 
 necessity of, 300 
 
 prayer for, 257 
 
 reigning, 153 
 
 salvation by, 1 54 — 1 56 
 
 411 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Grace, sovereign, 156 
 Graces of the Spirit, 183— 
 
 230 
 Gratitude, humble, 194 . 
 Grave, the, 567, 568 
 Gravity and decencv, 195 
 
 H 
 Hatred of sin, 197, 198 
 Happiness in God only. 273 
 Happy change, 366 
 
 poverty, 196 
 Hardness of heart, 338, 339 
 Harvest, fields white for, 
 442 
 
 past- 33 
 
 the great, 522 
 Heart, contrite, 188 
 
 given to God, 373 
 
 hard, 338,339 
 
 sinful, 345 
 
 taken, 363 
 Heaven, hope of, 274 
 
 panting for, 599 
 
 prospect of, 384, 595 
 
 song of, 596 
 
 joy of, on earth, 205 
 Hell. 28, 29 
 
 Hiding-place, 129, 130,349 
 Hinder me not, 416 
 Holv Spirit, breathing after, 
 
 ' 177 , 
 
 graces of, 183 
 
 influences of, 175, 306, 
 307, 309,310 
 
 insensibly withdrawn. 174 
 
 invocation to, 176 
 
 joy in, 204 
 
 prayer to, 178—182, 316 
 
 — for, 478 
 
 Hope, christian, 199 
 
 encouraged, 200, 201 
 
 a support, 274 
 
 trembling, 202 
 Humility, 203 
 Hvpocrite. 291. 185 
 
 412 
 
 I 
 
 Intercession of Christ, 122 
 Invitations of Christ to sin- 
 ners, 44 — 5 1,57, 64 
 Invocation of the Holv Spirit. 
 
 176—182 
 Israel, prayer for, 467 — 469 
 restoration of, 461, 468. 
 470 
 
 J 
 
 Jacob, by whom arise, 302 
 Jailor, 362 
 
 Jerusalem, wept over, 52 
 Jews, (see Israel) 
 Joy in sorrow, 557 
 Judgment day, 32, 39, 40. 
 
 ~522, 5K.5— 589 
 Justice and equity, 206 
 
 K 
 Kingdom of Christ, 124 
 love to, 297 
 
 prayed for, 314, 483, 484 
 triumphant, 479—482,486. 
 
 Knocking at the door, 48 — 51 
 
 Knowledge vain without love. 
 213 
 
 L 
 
 Lamb of God, 131 
 
 Law and Gospel, 171 — 173. 
 435 
 
 Leper healed, 74 
 
 Life, the accepted time, 82 
 
 Light, Christ the. 132 
 in darkness, 56 I 
 
 Living and dead faith, 191 
 
 Love of God, 10, 7 
 
 to God, 207—209, 225 
 to the Church, 297 
 to Christ, 210—212 
 nothing without, 213 
 to Christians, 214, 215. 
 
 419, 
 redeeming, 382 
 divine. 111,438 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Loving kindness, 9 
 
 M 
 Manner, 13, 138,399,403 
 Marriage, 528— 530, 420, 3 1 6 
 Mary, 90, 348 
 Mercies remembered, 439 
 Mercy of God, 10, 354—356 
 
 message of. 7 1 
 Messiah, his reign, 440, 441 
 Midnight, 1<«9 
 Millennium, 4*;P — 487 
 Ministers, watchmen, 292 
 
 loss of. . 
 
 a sweet savor, 293 
 
 sick, prayer for, 295 
 
 rejoicing, 4l6 
 
 their work, 294 
 
 funeral of, 565, 296 
 Miracle of grace, 380 
 Misery and sin, 1 48 — 1 50 
 Missionary meetings, 488 — 
 501, 
 
 collections, 502 — 504 
 Missionaries, ordination of, 
 493 — 498 
 
 departure of, 4 r >3— 498 
 
 farewell, 500, 501, 499 
 Monthly concert, 451 — 487 
 Morning, 505 — 509, 275 
 
 and evening, 6, 275 
 Multitude in the road to de 
 
 struction, 25, 26 
 N 
 Narrow T way, 26 
 Nature and grace, 395, 396 
 New-birth, 3 "3, 389, 390 
 
 necessity of, 367 
 New-Year* 524 — 526 
 Night, coming, 85 
 
 Saturday, 5 1 5 
 Nightingale, 282, 
 Noah, 162 
 
 O 
 Ordination of ministers, 292 
 —294, 431 
 
 .Ordination of missionaries, 
 
 493—498 
 P 
 Pardon, 137,379,380, 111 
 for the greatest sins, 159 
 and sanctification, 1 70 
 Peace of conscience, 216. 
 
 217 
 Penitential, 86 — 101 
 Penitent, the, 90, 91 
 
 prayer of, 92—101 
 Pearl of great price, 133 
 Perseverance, 160, 161, 162 
 Physician, Christ the, 73, 74 
 
 of souls, 134, 135, 371 
 Pilgrim, 266—270, 276 
 rejoicing on his w T ay, 218. 
 
 377,379 
 asking the way to Zion, 42 1 
 his guide, 276 
 seeking a city, 422, 423 
 his song 277 
 Pleasures unseen, 258 
 Pool, the gospel, 371 
 Poor, the friends of, 184 
 Poverty, happy, 1 96 
 Praise, universal, 14 — 18 
 to God, 17, 18 
 to the Trinity, 14 
 to the Redeemer, 385, 386 
 for redemption, 383, 382 
 Prayer for Africa, 457 
 answered, 3b4j 365 
 
 by crosses, 244 
 
 for Christ's presence, 315. 
 
 318,319 
 for children, 303 
 exhortation to, 108, 286 — 
 
 289 
 for the kingdom of Christ, 
 314, 451—459, 464— 
 477 
 to be kept from backsliding, 
 
 406—409 
 for the Spirit, 478 
 
 413 
 
i:*DEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Prayer to the Spirit, 176 — 
 * 182, 3)6 
 
 for deliverance from sin, 94 
 of a parent, ftfBO 
 for peace of mind, 
 to be remembered, 562 
 for a revival, 305— 312 
 
 Religion, triumph of, 441 
 vain without love, 213 
 its support, 274 
 Repentance, 38, 86—95 
 Resignation, 219, 220. 223 
 Resolution, noblest, 414 
 Resolve. 7 7 
 
 for opposers of revivals. 31 3 Resurrection, 581 — 584 
 for repentance, 96 of Christ, 117, 120, 121 
 
 for mercy, 354 — 356, 3^5 Returning sinner, 37 2 
 for the spread of the gos-t backslider, 245, 246 
 pel, 45 1 —459, 464, 471 to Zion. 377 
 — 47 7 Revival of religion, 424 — 445 
 
 for spiritual healing, 352, prayed for, 305 — 314 
 
 353 beginning, 427 — 432, 436. 
 
 for sinners, 300 137 
 
 for the Jews, 467 — 469 enjoyed, 424 — 445 
 
 and watchfulness, 259 — Riches, their vanity, 36 
 
 danger of, 34 — 36 
 Rich sinner dvinsr, 34, 35 
 Rising to God, 278 
 
 S 
 Sabbath, 516, 517 
 the eternal, 519 
 evening, 518 
 Sacramental, 412, 43, 417- 
 4 IP, 420,89, 109—116. 
 1 19—224, 163—465. 
 381,382 
 Sacrifices, 131, 89, 112 
 
 261, 270 
 
 Pride, folly of, 203, 
 Priest, Christ our, 136 
 Prince of peace, 485 
 Prodigal, 368,370 
 
 returning, 3n9, 60 
 Profession, false, 3 1 
 Promises, precious, 461 
 Prospect of heaven, 384 
 Providence, 12 
 R 
 Redeeming love, 382, 163 
 
 exhibits the glories of God, 
 5 
 
 Redemption by Christ, 163 — Saints and sinners in the 
 165 wreck of nature, 39 
 
 .Sailors, 13, 138,399—403 
 Salvation, by grace, 154 — 156 
 Redeemer, his message, 105; connected with faith, 190 
 Reflections, sick-bed, 563.Sanctification and pardon. 
 
 564 
 Refuge, 254, 255 
 
 city of, 418 
 Regeneration, 166 — 168 
 Rejoicing, SI8, 377, 378 
 in a revival, 424 — 445 
 Religion, 78, 542 
 a revival of, 424, 445 
 praved for, 305 — 314 
 
 414 
 
 170 
 Samaria, woman of, 79, 80 
 Satan subdued, 363 
 Saturday night, 515 
 Saviour, (see Christ) 
 Scolder, addressed, 29, 398 
 Scriptures, 19 — 24 
 
 excellence of, 21. 20 
 
 a lamp, 19 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Scriptures, glory of, 24 
 attended with the Spirit, 22 
 reveal Christ, 23 
 
 Seasons, 523 
 
 Secret devotion, 279—285 
 
 Self-denial. J J 1 
 
 Self-examination, 212, 236, 
 . l(ti 
 
 Servants of God, ahvavs safe, 
 13 
 should praise him, 16 
 
 Serpent raised bv Moses, 47 
 
 Shame, 183, 410, 411, 5< 
 
 Sick-bed reflections, .36b 
 
 Sincerity and truth, 222, 
 
 Sinai, 171, 583, 7 
 and Calvary, 435 
 
 Sin bewailed, 35 1 
 
 and miserv. 148 — 150 
 effects of "it, 352,308, 309 
 forgiven, 97, 379 
 hatred of, 197, 198 
 in-dwelling, :34. 
 
 Sinner addressed, 26 — 30, 38 
 40,43, 56 — 62 
 awakened, 332—343 
 burdened, 346, 35u 
 complaint of, 341 
 confessing his sin, 50 
 convicted. 344 — 348 
 condemned, 41 
 cured, 371 
 
 in danger by delay, 51 
 expostulation with. "[\ 
 forsrivem 3J9. 
 friend of, 126, i~7 
 God's answer to, 342 
 hiding place for, 349 
 invited by Christ, 43— 52. 
 44 
 
 to Christ. 45—74 
 
 bv Christians, 54, 56 
 
 —59 
 in the hour of death, 33, 37 
 in the judgment, 39. 51 
 
 Sinner, looking back, 42 
 lamenting, 332, 334, 336. 
 337 
 
 the hardne— 
 
 his heart, 33), 345, 34? 
 mourning, invited, 13 
 must be born again, 367 
 prayer of a penitent, 92— 
 
 95, 350—356 
 prepare to meet God, 40 
 prayer to Christ for, 53 
 repenting. 86 — 91 
 resolving to go to Christ. 77 
 returning, 372 
 requested to stop, 43 
 slain and reviving, 359 
 submitting to God, 357. 
 
 358 
 trembling, 340, 343, 344 
 Sitting at Jesus' feet, 265 
 ^ong. the pilgrim's, 277 
 of Moses and the Lamb. 
 375 
 Sorrow, joy in, 557 
 Soul, its worth, 75, 76 
 Spirit, Holv, his influences 
 
 306,307, 309, 310 
 Spring. 521 
 
 Star of Bethlehem, 138 
 Storm at sea, 13 
 hushed 402 
 
 refuge from, 254. 255, 349 
 Submission, 223, 219, 220 
 
 to Christ. 224 
 Sufferings and death of Christ. 
 110—116 
 faith in, 398 
 Summer, 522 
 Surrender, the. 360 
 
 T 
 Temptations, 388, 558 
 Tender conscience, 93, 94 
 Thanksgiving, 439. 523, 379, 
 6.8, 18. 194. 375. 376.. 
 158 
 
 415 
 
IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Thief, 128, 156, 158 iWorld, end of, 39 
 
 Thunder, 349, 433, 171 not our home, 422, 42: 
 
 Time and eternity, 476 — 580 vanity of, 545 
 Times and Seasons, 505 — Worldling 34 — 36 
 564 Worship, 279—331 
 
 To-day, 80, 81, 83—85 private, 279—285 
 
 the accepted time, 81, 83 family, 290 
 —85 
 
 To-morrow, 84 
 Transfiguration, 108 
 Traveller, 13, 267, 268 
 Trinity, 11, 14 
 Trust 'in Christ, 223 
 
 God, 225—227 
 Truth and sincerity, 222 
 Twilight, 285 
 
 U 
 Unbelief, 228 
 Universal praise, 14 — 18 
 
 V 
 Vanity of the world, 545 
 Vision of dry bones, 309 
 
 * W 
 Wanderer, 546, 68, 439 
 Warfare, the Christian, 231 
 
 —233, 395,396 
 Watch, pray, 259—261 
 
 and knock, 270 
 Watching for souls, 392 
 Water of life, 79, 80 
 Wicked. God angry with. 41 
 
 way of, 69 
 Wheat and tares, 304 
 Winter, 520 
 Wisdom, true, 229 
 Who can tell, 343 
 Word of God, its efficacv. 
 443 
 
 416 
 
 social, 286—289 
 
 public, 317—331 
 
 place of, 325, 318—321 
 
 beginning of, 3 1 7, 320, 323. 
 4 
 
 preparation for, 322 
 
 delightful, 322, 324 
 
 formality in, 291 
 
 dismission of, 326— 329,7 1. 
 587, 588 
 Wrath coining, 41 
 I Wreck of nature, 29 
 
 Y 
 Year, New, 524—526 
 
 seasons of, 523, 520 — 522. 
 527 
 |Youth, 538—548 
 
 praver for, 303 
 
 of, 548 
 
 invitations to, 83 
 
 death of, 573 
 Z 
 
 Zeal, true and false, 230 
 Zion, gate of, knocking at, 2 7( I 
 
 returning to, 377 
 
 asking the way to 421 
 
 restored, 434 
 
 fountain in, 443 
 
 prospects of, 479 
 
 things spoken of, 462 
 
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