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HYMNS
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SPIRITUAL SONGS,
WITH THE CHORUSES AFFIXED:
AS USUALLY SUNG AT
CAMP-MEETINGS, ETC.
TO WHICA IS ADDED
AN APPENDIX,
CONTAINING
FUNERAL HYMNS.
COMPILED BY JOHN C. TOTTEN,
Let the inhabitants of the Rock sing; let them
ellout from the top of the mountain.--Isa."xlii. 14.

TWENTY-THIRD EDITION.
NEWYORK:
PRINTED AND SOLD BY JOHN C. TOTTLAY,
No.9 Bowery.
1831.

Sinethorn District of Nero-York, to wii:
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BE IT REMEMBERED, That an the eigbr
LS leenth day of April, in the fiftieth year of the
Independence of the United States of Amenca,
John C. Totten, of the said District, hath deposited in
thie office the title of a book, the right whereof he
claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit
“ Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, with the
Choruses effixed, as usually sung at Camp-meetings,
de To which is udded up Appendix, containing Fu
neral Hymns. Compiled by John C Totten. Let the
inbabitants of the Rock sing; let them shout from the
top of the mountain Isaiah xlii. 14"
Lo conormity to the Act of the Congress of the Uni-
ted States, eutitled, “ An Act for the encouragement of
learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and
Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of such copies,
during the times therein mentioned ;" and also, to an
Act, entitled, “ An Act, supplementary to an Act, enti-
tod, An Act for the encouragement of learning, by
socuring the copies of Maps Charts, and Books, to the
Authors and Proprietors şuch copies, during tho
times therein mentioned,' and extending the benefits
thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and etching
historical aud other prints.
JAMES DILL,
Clerk of the Southern District of New York
TOTTED BY A. OBLANDLER.
HYMNS
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SPIRITUAL SONGS.
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HYMN 1. P, M.
WAKE, () guilty world, awake;
Behold the earth's foundation shake,
While the Redeemer bleeds for you;
His death proclaims to Adam's race,
Free grace, free grace, free grace, free
grace
To aŭ the Jews and Gentiles too.
2 Come, guilty mortals, come and see,
Your Saviour hanging on a tree,
For you all dress'd in purple gore:
His weight of woe did veil the sun,
'Tis done, 'tis done, 'tis done, 'tis done,
That man might live for evermore.
3 Behold the wounded Lamb of God,
Spreading his bleeding hands abroad,
Come see him yielding up to death,
Behold him in his agonies!
He dies, he dies, he dies, he dies,
And yields his last expiring breath.
4 He dies, and triumphs over death,
To give the dead immortal breath,
And spread the wonders of his name;
Shout brethren, shout with cheerful voice,
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
And give the glory to the Lamb.
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HYMN 2. P. M.
TOSANNAH to Jesus, I am fill'd
with his praises;
Com, () iny dear brethren, and help me
to sing;
No theme is so charming, no love is so
warming,
It gives joy and gladness, and comfort
within.
CHORUS.
Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah, we'll raise,
Hosannah, hallelujah to the Lamb for free
grace.
2 Hosannah is ringing, o how I love
singing
There's nothing so sweet as the sound of
his name:
The angels in glory repeat the glad story,
Of Jesus' love which is made known to
men.
Hosannah, &c.
3 Hosannab to Jesus, who died for to
Rave us,
I'll serve him and love him wherever I go:
He's now gone to heaven, the spirit is
given,
To quirken and comfort his children below.
Husannah, &c.
4 Hosannah for ever, his grace like a river
Lu rising and spreading all over the land';
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His love is unbounded, to all it's extended,
And sinners are feeling the heav'nly flame.
Hosannah, &c.
5 Hosannah to Jesus, my soul 'how it
pieases,
Po see sinners falling and crying to God.
To see them now rising, 'tis truly surpr.
sing,
They've found peace and pardon in Jesus
blood.
Hosannah, &c.
6 Hosannah is ringing. O how they are
singing
The praises of Jesus and tasting his love;
The sound goes to heaven, the spirit is
given,
It rolls through my soul from the mansions
above.
Hosannah, &c.
? Hosannal to Jesus, my soul feels him
precious,
In sweet streams of glory he comes from
manove:
My heart is now glowing, I feel his blood
flowing,
I'm sure that my Jesus I really do love.
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8 Hosannah is ringing, the saints they are
singing,
And marching to glory übright bral
bands:
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Come on, my dear brethren, let's all go to
heaven,
For Jesus invites us with crowns in his
hands.
Hosannah, &c.
9 Hosannah to Jesus, my soul sweetly
rises;
I'll soon be transported to a happier clime,
Where I shall see Jesus, and dwell on his
praises,
and with him in glory eternally shine.
Hosannah, &c.
HYMN 3. P. M.
1 MTHE Son of Man they did betray,
He was condemn'd and led away:
Think, O my soul, on that dread day:
Look on mount Calvary.
Behold him lamb-like led along,
Surrounded by a wicked throng,
Accused by each lying tongue,
And then the Lamb of God they hang
Upon the shameful tree.
'Twas thus the glorious sufferer stood,
With hands and foet nail'd to the wood,
From every wound a stream of blood,
Came flowing down amain.
His bitter groans all nature shook,
And at his voice the rocks were broke,
The sleeping saints their graves forsook,
While spiteful Jews around him mock'd,
And laughed at his vain.
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3 Now hung beneath the earth and skies,
Behold' in agonies he dies!
O sinners bear his mournful cries,
Come see his tort'ring pain.
The morning sun withdrew his light,
Blush'd and refus'd to view the sight:
The azure cloth'd in robes of night,
All nature mourn'd and stood affright,
When Christ the Lord was slain.
4 Hark! men and angels hear the Son!
He cries for help, but there's none,
He treads the wine press all alone,
His garments stain'd with blood.
In lamentations hear him cry,
" Eloi, lana sabacthani !''
He soon we his languid eyes,
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The conq'ring Son of God.
5 The Jews and Romans in a band,
With hearts like steel around him atand,
And mocking say, “Come save the land,
“Come try yourself to free."
A soldier pierc'd him when he died;
Then healing streams came from his side,
And thug my Lord was crucified;
Stern justice then was satisfied,
Sinners, for you and me!
6 Behold, he mounts the throne of state,
He fills the mediatorial seat,
While millions bowing at his feet

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With loud nosannah's tell:
Though he endured exquisite pains,
He led the monster death in chains:
Ye seraphs roise your highest strains,
With music fill bright Eden's plains :
He conquer'd Death and Hell.
y 'Tis done! the dreadful debt is paid,
The great atonement now is made;
Sinners on him your guilt was laid,
For you he spilt his blood :
For you his tender soul did move,
For you he left the courts above,
That you the length and breadth might
prove,
And height and depth of perfect love,
In Christ your smiling God.
8 All glory be to God on high,
Who reigns enthron'd above the sky,
Who sent his Son to bleed and die,
Glory to him be giv'n;
While heaven above his praise resounds,
O Zion sing his grace abounds;
I hope to shout eternal rounds,
In flaming love that knows no bounds,
When swallow'd up in heav'n.
HYMN 4. L. M.
i TO-DAY if you will hear his voice,
Now is the time to make your
choice;
Say, will you to mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ or A0 ?

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2 Say, will you be for ever blest,
And with this glorious Jesus rest,
Will you be saved from guilt and pain?
Will you with Christ for ever reiga ?
3 Make you your choice, and halt no more,
For now he's waiting for the poor;
Say now, poor souls, what will you do?
Say, will you have this Christ or no?
4 Once more I ask you in his name,
(I know his love rernains the same:)
Say, will you to mount Zion go ?
Say, will you have this Christ or no?
5 Ye dear young men, for ruin bound,
Amidst the gospel's joyful sound,
Come go with us, and you shall prove,
The joys of Christ's redeemir.g love.
6 Your sports and all your glitt'ring loys,
Compar'd with our celestial joys,
Like inementary dreams appear,
Come, go with us, your souls are dear.
7 Or must we leave you bound to hell,
Resolv'd with devils there to dwell ?
Still we will weep, lament and cry,
That God may change you ere you die.
8 Young ladies now we look to you;
Are you resolved to perish too?
To rush in carnal pleasures on,
And sink in flaming rivers down ?
9 Then, blooming friends, a long farewell,
We're bound to bear'n, but you to hell;
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Still God may hear as while we pray,
And change you ere the burning day
10 Come, ye that love the blessed Lord,
And feel redemption in his blood;
Let's watch and pray, and travel on,
Till Jesus comes to call us bome.
11 A few more days and we shall go,
From all our cares and foes below:
In shouts of triumph we shall fly,
And dwell with Christ eternally.
HYMN 5. P. M.
1
TOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go,
Can you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Hell beneath is gaping wide,
Vengeance waits the dread command,
fsoon will stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd.
CHORUS.
Then be entreated now to stop,
For unless you idarning take,
Erc you are aware you'll drop
Into a burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose ?
Fear you not that iron rod,
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that great day,
When his judgment will proclaim?
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When the earth shall melt away, ,
Like wax before the flame?
Then be entreated, &c.
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And drag you to the bar:
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill yoä with despair.
All your sins will round you crosrd;
Sins of a blood crimson dye;
Each for vengeance cry aloud,
And what will you reply?
Then be entreuted, 8c
4 Though your hearts be made of steel,
Your foreheads lind with brass,
God, at length, will make you feel,
He will not let you pass.
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Though they now despise his grace,
Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face.
Then be entreatcu, &c.
5 But as yet there is a hope,
You may his mercy know;
Though his arm be lifted up,
He still forbears the blow.
It was for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come:
None that comes can be denied
He says there still is room.
For Jesus' sakc, I pray you stop, &c
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HYMN 6. P. M.
1
O thou Son of David,
Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd,
Others by thy graco are saved,
Now vouchsafe to me thy aid.
2 While he cried many chid him,
But he prayed the louder still ;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
Come and ask me what
you
will.
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging 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 behuld the day:
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.
5 Now methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around :
Friends, is not my case amazing ?
What a Saviour I have found!
6 O that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advis'd by me,
Surely they would come unto him,
He would cause them all to see.
to y Now I freely leave my garments,
Follow Jesus in the way;
He will guide me by his counsel,
Lead me to eternal day.

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8 There I shall behold my Saviour,
Spotless, innocent and pure:
There with him will reign for ever,
If I to the end endure.
HYMN C. M.
N evil long I took delight, ,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopt my wild career.
2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies of blood;
He fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
3 Sure never till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look;
He seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt
And plung'd me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt
And help'd to nail him there.
5 Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain ;
Where shall my trembling soul be hidi
For I the Lord have slain.
6 A second look he gave, which said,
I freely all forgive ;
This blood is for thy ransome paid:
I died that thou may'st live.
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THROUGHOUT the Saviour's life
7 With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirits now were fill'd;
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.
HYMN 8. P. M.
1
we trace,
Nothing but shame and deep distress,
No period else is seen;
Till he a spotless victim fell,
Tasting in soul a painful hell,
Caus’d by the creature sin.
2 On the cold ground methinks I see,
My Saviour kneel and pray for me,
For this I him adore:
Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout,
Blood drops did force their passage out,
Through ev'ry opening pore.
3 The piercing thorns his temples bore,
His back with lashes all was tore,
Till thou the bones might see;
Mocking they push'd him here and there,
Marking his way with blood and tears,
Press'd by the heavy irce.
4 Thus up the hill he painful came,
Round him they mock'd and made their
game,
At length his cross they rear,
And can you see the mighty God,
Cry out beneath sin's heavy load,
Without one thankful tear?

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5 Thus veiled in humanity,
He dies in anguish on the tree;
What tongue his grief can tell ?
The shudd'ring rocks their heads recline;
The morning sun refus'd to shine,
When the Redeemer fell.
6 Shout, brethren, shout in songs divine
He drank the gall to give us wine,
To quench our parching thirst;
Seraphs advance your voices higher,
Bride of the Lamb unite the choir,
And laud the precious Christ.
HYMN 9. L. M.
THEN I survey the wond'rous crowd
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 See! from his head, his hands, his fest,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
3 Were the whole realm of nature minn
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing! so divine!
Demands my soul, my life. my all.
HYMN 10. P. M.
1 S there any body here like weeping
Mary 1
Call on my Jesus, and he i due aigla
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O glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory be to God who rules on high.
2 Is there any body here like sinking Petor?
Call on my Jesus, and he'll draw nigh;
O glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory be to God who rules on high
3 Is there any body here like blind Bar-
timeus?
Call on my Jesus, and he'll draw nigh;
O glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory be to God who rules on high.
4 Is there any body here like faithless
Thomas ?
Call on my Jesus, and he'll draw nigh;
glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory be to God who rules on high.
5 Is there any body here that wants sal-
vation ?
Call on my Jesus, and he'll draw nigh;
glory, glory, halleluia,
Glory be to God who rules on high,
HYMN 11. P. M.
ISTED into the cause of sin,
Why should a good be evil?
Music, alas ! too long has been
Press'd to obey the devil.
Drunken, or lewd, or light the lay,
Fiow'd to the soul's undoing;
Widen'd and strew'd with, flow'rs the way,
Down to eternal ruin.

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2 Who on the part of Ciod will rise !
Innocent sounds recover;
Fly on the prey and seize the prize,
Plunder the carnal lover;
Strip nim of ev'ry moving strain,
Ev'ry melting measure:
Music in virtue's cause retain,
Rescue the holy pleasure.
3 Come let us try if Jesus' love,
Will not as well inspire us:
This is the theme of those above,
This upon earth shall fire 08,
Say, if your hearts are tund to sing,
Is there a subject greater ?
Harmiony all its strains may bring:
Jesus' name is sweeter.
4 Jesus the soul of music is,
His is the noblest passion;
Jesus' name is joy and peace,
Happiness and salvation.
Jesus' name the dead can raise,
Shew us our sins forgiven:
Fill us with all the life of grace,
Carry us up to heaven.
5 Who have a right like us to sing?
l's whom his mercy raises ;
Cheerful our hearts, for Christ is king-
Joyful are all our faces.
Whu or his perfect love partakes,
He evermore rejoices;
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Melody in our hearts we make;
Melody with our voices.
6 He that a sprinkled conscience hath;
He that in God is merry,
Let him sing psalms the Spirit saith;
Joyful and never weary;
Offer the sacrifice of praise,
In spirit never ceasing;
Spiritual songs and anthems raise,
Worship and thanks and blessing.
7 Then let us in his praises join,
Triumph in his salvation;
Glory ascribe to love divine,
Worship and adoration.
Heaven already is begun,
Open'd in each believer;
Only believe and then sing on,
Heaven is ours for ever.
HYMN 12. P. M.
1 ESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep;
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.
2 Thou art my pilot-wise,
My compass is thy word :
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord:
I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
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3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guard me with his eye.
My anchor, Hope, will firm abide,
And every boisterous storm outride.
4 When 'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss;
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss :
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
5 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest,
My soul thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast;
O may I gain the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves disturb no more
6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace;
Waft me from all below,
To heaven my destin'd place.
There in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
HYMN 13. P. M.
1 EE th' eternal Judge descending,
Seated on his Father's throne;
Now, poor sinner, Christ will shew thee
That he's with the Father one;
Trumpets call thee,
Stand and hear thy awfal door.
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2 Hear the sinner now lamenting,
A the sight of fiercer pain ;
Cries and tears he now is venting,
But he weeps and cries in vain :
Greatly mourning,
That he ne'er was born again.
3 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour,
With the marks of dying love;
O! that I had sought his favour,
When I felt his spirit move!
Doom'd I'm justly,
For I have against him strove.
4 All his wooing I have slighted,
While he daily sought my soul,
If my vows to him I plighted,
Yet for sin I broke them all;
Golden inoments,
How neglected did they roll!
5 There I see my godly neigiibours,
Who were unir despis'd ly me;
Now they're cla't in dazzling splendour,
Waiting my sad fale to see;
Farewell neighbours-
Disinal gulf I'm bound for thee.
6 Hail' ye ghosts that dwell in darkness,
Groaning, rattling of your chains:
Christ has now denounc'd my sentence,
I'm to dwell in endless pains;
Down I'm rolling,
Never to return again.
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7 Now experience plainly shews nie,
Hell is not a fabled thing,
Now I see my friends in glory,
Round the throne they ever sing;
I'm tormented,
With an everlasting sting.
HYMN 14. P. M.
ROM the regions of love, los an
angel descended,
And told the strange news how the babe
was attended;
Go, Shepherds, and visit this wonderfd
stranger,
See yonder bright star--there's your Lord
in the inanger.
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CHORUS.
Hallelujah to the Lamb who has purchas'd
our pardon,
We will praise him again when we pass over
Jordan.
2 Glad tidings I bring unto you and each
nation,
Glad tidings of joy-now behold your sal.
vation:
Then suddenly multitudes raise their glad
voices,
And shout, the Redeomer, while heaven
rejoices.
Halleujah, &c.
3 Now glory to God in the highest is given,
Now glory to God is re-echo'd through
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Around the whole earth let us tell the glad
story,
And sing of his love, his salvation and
glory.
Hallelujah, &c.
4 Enraptur'd I burn with delight and desire,
Such love, so divine, gets my soul all on fire:
Around the bright throne hosannahs are
ringing;
when shall I join them and ever be
singing, Hallelujah, &c.
5 Triumphantly ride in thy chariot victo-
rious;
And conquer with love, O Jesus all glorious;
Thy banners unfurlet the nations sur-
render,
And own thee their Saviour, their God and
defender.
Hallelujah, &c.
HYMN 15. P. M.
TARK! hear that solemn groan,
The bless'd Redeemer dies :
The heavens they do mourn,
And darkness veils the skies;
The graves disclos'd their sleeping dead,
When Jesus bow'd his sacred head.
The trembling earth did speak,
Its great astonishment;
The rocks in sunder brake,
The solid marbles rent,
The temple's veil did burst in twain,
Wike Joonis dted for sinful men.

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3 0, what amazing love,
Did Christ our Lord bestow,
To leave the realms above,
And thus to suffer woe,
That rebel man might be forgiven,
Escape from hell and reign in heaven,
4 My soul doth make a pause :--
Was it for me he died?
And can I hate his laws,
And his dear name deride?
No: sooner let me faint and die,
Than Christ, my blessed Lord, deny
HYMN 16. C. M.
THE MEANS OF GRACE,
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VOME and taste along with me,
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From our Father's wealthy throne,
Sweeter than a honey comb.
2 Why should Christians feast alone,
Two are better far than one;
The more that come with free good will,
Make the banquet sweeter still.
3 Now I go to heaven's door,
Asking for a little more;
Jesus gives a double share,
Calling me his chosen heir.
4 Goodness running like a stream,
Through the new Jerusalem;
And by constant breaking forth,
Sweetens earth and heaven both.

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5 Now my body doth its best,
For to keep me back from Christ;
I've a treasure coming in,
Which is opposite to sin.
6 Sinful nature, prone to vice,
Cannot stop the force of grace,
Whilst there is a God to give,
And a sinner to receive.
7 Saints in glory sing aloud,
In the praises of their God,
Now come in at heaven's door,
Making still the number more.
8 Heaven's here and heaven's there,
Corrifart flowing ev'ry where,
T'bis I boldly do confess,
That my soul has got a taste.
9 Now I go rejoicing homº,
Frony the hanquet of perfume,
Finding manna on the road.
Dropping from the mount of God.
10 () return, ye gons of grace,
Turn and seek God's smiling face;
Hark! he calls hacksliders home,
Then from him no longer roam.
HYMN 17. P. M.
1 HAT glorious sound is this I hear?
In sweetest strains it strikes my
ear,
The news of heavenly grace:
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From heav'n the sound is issued forth,
And spread abroad from south to north,
To Adam's fallen race.
2 The Lord of glory sends the news.
To Gentile worlds and stubborn Jews
For all his inercy's free.
Whoever will may come and taste,
The sweetness of his matchless grace,
And his salvation see.
3 The poor. the lame, the halt, the biind,
In Christ may ev'ry blossing find,
Uf which they stand in need,
Rirnes and strength from Christ do flow,
Hell ye sigh: to the blind bestow,
And raise to life the dead.
4 For hungry. thirsty souls who pine,
He hath provided milk and wine,
Which he delighs to give:
There needs no money here to buy,
He'll freely give a rich supply,
To all who will receive.
5 For naked souls he's robes of grace
For troubled souls he's gospel peace,
Fur sin-sick souls a cure :
For lepers the all-cleansing blood,
Hath freely from his body How'd,
To wash and make them pure.
6 Come, sinners, now consent to taste,
This svul refreshing gospel feast,
It will your hearts revive :
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Then you may sing the Saviour's love,
And all his boundless mercy prove,
And ever with him live.
HYMN 18. P. M.
EHOLD! the awful day is coming,
When all must stand before God's
throne,
To hear our endless doom pronounced,
According to what we have done
2 Come, sinners, now by me be warned,
While you enjoy a day of grace;
Let not the gospel sound be slighted,
Lest Christ should spurn you from his
face.
3 Though Christ an infant once appeared,
The humble stable his abode,
He soon, by angel guards attended,
Will show himself the inighty God.
4 Soon you must hear the trumpet sound.
ing,
Calling all nations to arise ;
Through earth and hell the voice resound-
ing,
Must fill the wicked with surprise.
5 See Lightnings flash, hear thunders roll.
ing,
Sve stare are falling to the ground;
See mountains melting, seas retiring,
Apd dire commotions all around.
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6 Now see the turfy graves are breaking
The guilty nations how they rise!
Hark hear the guilty sinners shrieking!
Their horrid groans do pierce the skies.
7 See kings and nobles, rich and poor men,
Bond and free unite their call,
Unto the melting rocks and mountains,
“ " Have pity and upon us fall'
8 * Hidde us, O, hide us, from the presence,
“Of him that sits upon the throne,
" And from the wrath of him that cometh
“For to roll the judgment on!"
9 But they, alus! can find no mercy,
Who once despised proffer'd grace!
But come they must, howe'er reluctant,
To stand before the Judge's face.
10 Behold the Judge! all clad with ven.
geance,
Pronouncing their eternal doom:
“Depart, ye cursed, from my presence,
" In endless horror for to roam !"
11 Come, sinners, now I do beseech you,
Flee from the direful wrath to come;
Repent, believe in Christ the Saviour,
And he'll receive your spirts home.
HYMN 19. C. M.
1 OW blest are they whose hearts
are clean,
From every sinful stain;
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Who sanctified by grace have been,
And still in grace remain
2 Come, O my soul, and stop not short, ,
Of sanctifying love:
Let not the world thy affections court,
Nor draw thee from above.
3 Think with surprise, at what a price,
Thy pardon hath been bought;
For thee the Saviour suffer'd pain,
For thee, was set at nought.
4 For thee, who was an heir of hell,
The Lord hath purchas'd heaven;
For thee he did sore anguish feel,
That you niight be forgiv'n.
5 When justice bar'd its sword to thee,
And would have cut thee down,
As a poor barren fruitless tree, ,
That cumber'd long the ground.
6 How swiftly did thy Saviour move,
To save thee from the stroke,
With eyes of pity fillid with love,
He did upon thee look.
try Coast thou forget that heavenly ray,
Which did thy guilt remove,
And banish'd all thy fears away;
That gracious look of love?
8 Ah, no! I never can forget,
But ever will adore;
His lovely name I will repeat,
While on this mournful shure.
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9 And when I bid this world adier
I hope my heav'n t' obtain,
And there in anthems ever new,
Repeat the glorious strain.
HYMN 20. L. M.
1 VOME, sinners, leave your carnal
songs,
Which can no real joy afford,
And join with us to tune our tongues,
In loud hosannahs to the Lord.
2 This is the theme which angels love,
It much delights the saints below;
We juin the song of those above,
Come sinners sing hosannalis too.
3 Could you but see the Son of God,
Who once on Calvary was slain.
Who shed for you his precious blood,
To wasn our souls from every stain.
4 Your hearts, as ours, would then rejoice,
You'd gladly leave all earthly toys;
In prayer and praise lift up your voice,
And antedate eternal joys.
5 All glory to the eternal name,
He wills that you should turn and live,
With joy his love you shall proclaim,
If you will but in him believe.
6 Come, seek him now in wisdom's ways,
Come, bow beneath your Saviour's cross;
Those paths are strew'd with sacred peace,
Nor can a soul herein be fost.
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Though hell with all its powers assail,
And earth with all its force unite,
Yet earth and hell shall ne'er prevail,
Against the soul that walks upright.
8 We know that God is on our side,
And hath for us great vict'ries won;
And will, if we in him confide,
Complete the victory through his Son.
HYMN 21. S. M.
I TOW can I vent my grief?
My comforter is fied!
By day I sigh without relief,
And groan upon my bed.
2 I once enjoy'd my Lord;
Liv'd happy in his love;
Delighted in his holy word,
And sought my rest above.
3 This world I did despise,
With all its gaudy show:
Though faith in Christ turn'd off my eyes,
From vanities below.
4 I then could praise the Lord,
For his redeeming love ;
I knew his grace did peace afford,
For I that peace did prove.
5 But, O! alas my soul,
Where is thy comfort now?
Why did I let my love grow cold!
Ah! why to idols bow!
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6 How little did I think,
When first I did begin,
To join a little with the world,
It was so great a sin.
7 I thought I might conform,
Nor singular appear;
Converse and dress as others did,
But now I feel the snare.
8 My confidence is gone,
I find no words to say;
Barren and lifeless is my soul,
When I attempt to pray.
9 I feel asham?d to bow,
When with the saints I meet;
While on their knees my brethren cry,
I stand or keep my seat.
10 My soul, this will not do,
Thy day is almost past;
I must repent and turn to God,
Or sink to hell at last.
11 Trembling, to Christ I'll iy,
And all my sins confess ;
At Jesus' cross I'll humbly fall,
And ask restoring grace
12 I'll mortify my pride,
Myself I will deny;
And if I perish, Lord, at last,
Beneath thy cross I'll die
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HYMN 22. P. M.
1
VAMP-MEETINGS with success aro
crown'd,
The wilderness and barren ground
Now blossom as the rose;
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The rising lilies kindly bloom,
And heavenly wisdom grows.
2 The num'rous praying, preaching host,
Baptized with the Holy Ghost,
The heavenly standard raise;
They preach, and pray, and sweetly sing,
And hills, and fields, and vallies ring
With the Creator's praise.
3 Now sinners turning to the Lord,
And falling down beneath the word,
For mercy loudly cry;
But when they taste his pard'ning love,
And feel the witness from above,
They rise and shout for joy.
4 To him who does our hearts inspire,
Baptizes all our souls with fire,
And makes us meet for heaven:
To Christ the Lord, wlio reigns on high,
Who rules the ocean, earth, and sky,
Be endless praises given.
HYMN 23. L. M.
AMP-MEETINGS with thy pre.
sence crown,
And she'r. Lord thy lasings down;
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Fin every heart with holy zeal,
And ul thy righteousness reveal.
2 O'er all our hosts do thoa preside,
And all our various movements guide ?
The praying companies attend,
And show thyself the sinner's friend.
3 Pour out thy Spirit on thy sons,
And visit thy anointed ones;
May every virgin trim her lamp,
And glory rest upon our camp.
4 May prayer and praise united rise
Like holy incense to the skies;
In all our hosts display thy power!
May souls be born again this hou: !
HYMN 24. P. M.
THE SAINT'S SWEET HOME.
1 ID scenes of confusion and crea.
ture complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with
saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there's
room,
And feel, in the presence of JESUS, AT

HOME.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory,
MY HOME.
2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children
of peace,
And thrice precious JESUS, whose loro
cannot cease,
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Though oft from thy presence in sadnes I
roam,
I long to behold thee in glory, AT HOME.
3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and commuuion
with thee;
Though now my temptations, like billowa
inay foamn,
All, all will be peace when I'm with thee
AT HONE.
4 While here, in a valley of conflict, I
stay.
O give me submission and strength as my
day;
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my GLORIOUS HOME.
5 Whate'er thou deniest, O! give me thy
grace;
The Spirit's sure witness, and smile of thy
face :
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy
throne,
And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of
H ME.
6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to
shine,
No more, as an exile, in sorrow to pine;
And in thy fair image arise from tho lomb,
With glorified millions, to praise thee at
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* Y soul doth in Jesus rejoice;
My heart is o'erwhelm'd with
his love;
With pleasure I hear his sweet voice;
Which calls my affections above.
2 Farewell to all pleasures below,
Which nature and sense do afford;
Their honours I'll freely forego,
They're nothing compar'd with my Lord
3 All fulness in Jesus doth dwell,
All fulness of peace and of joy;
His mercy redeem'd me from hell,
His blood all my sins shall destroy.
4 From idols and filthiness clean;
Perfected in love I shall be;
Then rise in his presence to reign,
His glorious perfections to see.
5 Yea, Lord, thy kind word I believe,
My soul on thy promise I stay;
Thy spirit the witness doth give,
That like my dear Lord I shall be.
6 Kind Jesus, impatient I wait;
Now, Lord, the full blessing impart;
In holiness make me complete,
Then take me to dwell where thou art.
HYMN 26. P. M.
1 LORY to Jesus for his love,
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Bowels of sweet compassion move,
Offering free salvation.
Here may the poor, the lame, the blind,
Every needed blessing find:
Justice and merey here combine;
Offering free salvation.
2 Sinners repair to Jesus' arms,
Why will you slighit his favour?
Nuw he invites you to his charms,
Willing to be your Saviour.
O that you would on him believe,
All your transgressions he'll forgive,
Comfort and peace shall you receive,
Flowing from Christ your Saviour.
3 Now is the time, no more delay,
Fly from the path of nature;
Fear not what scoffing sinners say,
Yield to your great Creator.
Yield! and your soul shall soon obtain
Freedom from all your guilt and pain,
So shall you soon in glory reign,
Praising your great Creator.
4 Then shall the heavenly arches ring,
Glory to God for ever;
Angels and saints shall join to sing,
Praises to Christ our Saviour.
Then shall the theme of perfect love,
Sounding through all the courts above,
Every tuneful passion move,
To praise the Lord our Saviour.
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IIYMN 27. L. M.
FIRST PART.
Jesus coming?
D
ON'T you see my
Don't you see him in yonder cloud ?
With ten thousand angels round hiin,
See how they do my Jesus crowd!
CHORUS
Well-vclored blessed Saviour',
IVcll-belored Pricst and King!
All glory to the Lamb that was slain,
For us he did salvation bring.
2 Don't you see his arms extended ?
Don't
you
hear his charming voice?
Each loving heart beats high for glory,
Oh! my Jesus is my choice.
Irell-belored, fic.
3 Don't you see the saints ascending?
Hear them shouting thro' the air !
Jesus smiling, trumpets sounding,
Now his glory they shall share.
Well-beloved, &c.
4 Don't you see the leavens open!
And the saints in glory there;
Shouts of triumph bursting round you,
Glory, glory, glory liere!
Tell-beloved, &c.
5 Come, backsliders, though you've pierc'd
him,
And have causd his church to mourn;
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Yet you may regain free pardon,
If you will to him return.
IVell-bcloted, &c.
6 Now behold each loving spirit,
Shout the praise of his dear name,
View the smiles of their dear Jesus,
While his presence feeds the flame.
Well-beloved, &c.
7 There we'll range the fields of pleasure,
By our dear Redeemer's side;
Shouting glory, glory, glory,
While eternal ages glide.
Well-beioved, &c.
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SECOND PART.

B
;
, see Jesus coming,
See him come in yonder cloud,
With ten thousand angels round him,
See how they do my Jesus crowd.
2 I will arise and go and meet him,
And embrace him in my arms;
In the arms of my dear Jesus,
Othere are ten thousand charms.
3 Death shall not destroy my comfort;
Christ shall guard me thro' the gloom;
Down he'll send some heavenly consort,
To convey my spirit home.
4 Jordan's stream shall no'er o'erflow me,
While my Saviour's by my side;
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Canaan, Canaan lies before me,
Soon I'll cross the swelling tide.
5 See the happy spirits waiting,
On the banks beyond the stream;
Sweet responses, still repeating,
Jesus, Jesus, is their theme.
6 See' they whisper! hark! they call me!
Sister spirit come away!
Lo! I come, earth can't contain me!
Hail ye realms of endless day.
7 Worlds of light and crowns of glory,
Far above yon azure sky;
Though by faith I now explore ye,
I'll enjoy you soon on high.
8 Soon I'll gain a full possession,
Faith and hope shall thenceforth cease;
Lost in love's exhaustless ocean,
Love, that brightest, sweetest race,
9 Swiftly roll ye lingering hours!
Seraphs lend your glittering wings!
Love absorbs my ransom'd powers,
Heavenly sounds around me ring.
10 Worlds above are bright and glorious,
All beneath is dark and void;
Conquest gain'd, I'll shout victorious,
In the praises of my God.
11 Smiling angels now surround me,
Troops resplendent fill the skies;
Glory shining all around me,
While my towering spirit flies.


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12 Jesus clad in dazzling splendour,
Now methinks appears in view;
Brethren, could you see my Jesus,
You would love and serve him too,
HYMN 29. P. M.
THE NEW JERUSALEM.

1
TITH pleasure behold,
The city of gold,
How beautiful, lovely, and bright,
Coming down from above,
In its beauty and love,
Adorned with glory and light;
Prepar'd as a bride,
For Immanuel's side ;
Let angels rejoice at the sight;
Jerusalem new,
Its glory doth shew,
The wisdom of God, and his might.
2 Its walls great and high,
Behold it with joy,
Think of it, ye saints, with delight;
Behold its foundation,
With great admiration,
With precious stones garnished bright;
It lieth four square,
A golden reed there,
With angels to measure it right;
Consider with pleasure,
Its equal in measure,
Its length, hreadth, and height are alike,
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3 Twelve angels there waits,
At twelve holy gates,
The righteous rejoice when they enter;
For they will behold,
A city of gold,
The tree of life placed in the centre;
There proceeds from the throne
Of the King, whom ihey own,
A river of water of life;
As chrystal it's clear,
As wine it doth cheer,
The hearts of the bride, the Lamb's wife,
4 There those who do well,
With Jesus shall dwell,
For ever and ever in peace;
They need not the moon,
Nor the bright shining sun,
In so glorious and holy a place;
God's glory will shine,
And give light divine,
Therefore it will never be night;
What raptures are there,
All heaven will share,
It's perfectly filled with light.
5 The saints there shall reign,
With the Lamb that was slain,
The face of their King they will see;
There standing before him,
To love and adore him,
His name in their foreheads will be
Great joy will be there,
The righteous will share,
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While angels their voices are raising;
How pleasant the singing,
Melodiously ringing,
While saints are in harmony praising.
6 How pleasant their singing,
Melodiously ringing,
All praising with cheerfullest voices;
What melodious sounds,
Are echoing round,
While all in that city rejoices.
How rich and how greai,
How good and complete,
That city which God will prepare ;
How pure and how holy,
And full of bright glory,
How beautiful, lovely, and fair.
HYMN 30. P. M.
1 E jewels of my Master,
Who shine with heavenly rays,
Amid the beams of glory,
Reflect immortal blaze;
Ye diamonds of beauty,
With pleasing lustre crown'd,
Of heavenly extraction,
To Zion's city bound.
2 Ye lambs of my Redeemer,
The purchase of his blood,
Who feed among the lilies,
Beside the purple flood;
Go on, ye happy pilgrims,
Your journey still pursuc;
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And at an humble distance,
I'll sing and follow too.
3 When I beheld your order,
And harmony of soul,
And heard divinest numbers,
In pure devotion roll;
And gems immortal glowing,
With such enlivening grace,
I view'd the Saviour's image,
Impress'd on every face.
4 Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And often be your voices,
In pure devotion join'd.
Tho' trials may await you,
The crown before you lies;
Take courage, brother pilgrims,
And soon you'll win the prize.
5 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my jewels,
Releas'd from cumbrous clay;
He'll polish and refine you,
From worthless dross and tin,
And to his heavenly kingdom,
Will bid you enter in.
6 On that important murning,
When bursting thunders sound,
And nimble lightnings waving,
Shall wing the gloow profound.
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Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And clap your joyful hands,
Lo! you're redeem'd for ever,
From death's corrupted bands.
Meny As Aaron with his girdle,
In shining jewels dress'd,
Bore all the tribes of Israel,
Inscrib'd upon his breast;
So will the priest of Zion,
Before the Father's throne,
Present the heirs of glory,
And God their kindred own.
8 The golden bells will echo,
Around the sacred hill;
And sweet immortal anthems,
The vocal regions fill;
In everlasting beauty,
The shining millions stand,
Safe on the rock of ages,
Amid the promis'd land.
9 We'll range the wide dominion,
Of our Redeemer round,
And in dissolving raptures,
Be lost in love profound;
While all the flaming harpers,
Begin the lasting song,
With hallelujahs rolling,
From the unnumber'd throng.
HYMN 31. P. M.
I TIHE voice of Free Grace,
Cries escape to the mountain,
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For Adam's lost race.
Christ hath opened a fountain,
For sin and transgression,
And ev'ry pollution,
His blood flows most freely,
In streams of ablution.
CHORUS.
Hallclujah to the Lamb,
Who hath purchus'd our pardon,
We will praise him again,
When we pass over Jordan.
? That fountain so clear,
In which all may find pardon,
From Jesus' side,
Flows plenteous redemption;
Though your sins were increased,
As high as a mountain,
Ilis blood it flows freely,
O come to this fountain.
Hallelujah, &c.
3 Bless'd Jesus, ride on,
Thy kingdom is glorious,
O'er sin, death and hell,
Thou wilt make us victorious ;
Thy name will be prais'd
In the great congregation
And sainis shall delight,
In ascribing salvation.
Hallelujah, 8C.
4. When on Zion we stand,
Having gain'd the blest shore.
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With our harps in our hands,
We will praise him evermore:
We'll range the bless'd fields,
On the banks of the river,
And sing hallelujahs,
For ever and ever.
Hallelujah, fic.
HYMN 32. P. M.
I LMIGHTY love ir
inspire,
My soul with sacred fire,
And animate desire,
My soul to renew:
I love my blessed Jesus,
On whom each angel gazes,
And symphony increases,
Above the ethereal blue.
AL MIG SOUT Wildweatere er
CHORUS.
And O give him glory,
And o give him glory,
And I give him glory,
For glory is his own ;
Yes, you may give him glory,
And I will give him glory,
We'll shout and give him glory,
When we arrive at home.
2 My tender hearted Jesus,
Thy love my soul amazes,
Thou diedst for to save us,
When lost and undone.
No terap!e could redeem u.

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No angel could retrieve us,
But Jesus alone.
And O give him glory, &c.
3 In him I have believed,
He has my soul retrieved,
From sin lie has redeemed,
My soul which was dead;
And now I love my Saviour,
For I am in his favour,
And hope with him forever,
The golden streets to tread.
And I give him glory, &c.
4 Yet here awhile I stay,
In hopes of that glad day,
When I am called away,
To the mansions above;
There to enjoy the treasure,
Of unconsuming pleasure,
And shout in highest measure,
Hallelujahs of love.
And ( give him glory, &c.
5 In hopes of seeing Jesus,
When all my conflicts ceases,
To him my love increases,
To worship and adore
Come, then, my blessed Saviour,
Vouchsafe to me thy favour,
To dwell with thee for ever,
When time shall be uo more.
And O give him glory, &c.
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6 Then in the blooming garden
Of Eden, gain'd by pardon,
Upon the banks of Jordan,
We'll worship the Lamb;
We'll sing the song of Moses,
While Jesus sweet composes,
A song that never closes,
Of praises to his name.
And O give him glory, &c.
8 See, yonder is the glory,
It lies but just before me,
And there we'll tell the story,
Of all-redeeming love;
And there we shall for ever,
Drink of the flowing river,
And ever, ever, ever,
Surround the throne of love.
O there wc'll give thee glory,
Othere we'll give thee glory,
Othere we'll give thee glory,
And sing the song of love,
And you may give him glory, &'c.
HYMN 33. P. M.
E'T thy kingdom, blessed Saviour,
Comy and bid our jarrings cease;
Come, o come, and reign for ever,
Gou of love. and Prince of peace.
Visit now poor bleeding Zion,
Hear the people morrn and weep,
Day and night thy lambs are crying,
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

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2 Some for Paul, sone for Apollos,
Some for Cephas--none agree;
Jesus, let us hear thee call us,
Help us, Lord, to follow thee.
Then we'll rush through what encumbers
Over every hind'rance leap;
Undismay'd by force or numbers,
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.
3 Lord, in us there is no merit,
We've been sinners from our youth,
Guide us, Lord, by thy good spirit,
Which will teach us all the truth.
On the gospel word we'll venture,
Till in death's cold arms we sleep,
Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour,
0. good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.
4 Come, good Lord, with courage arm us,
Persecution rages here;
Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,
While our Shepherd is so near.
Glory, glory be to Jesus,
Ai his name our hearts doth leap:
He both comforts us, and frees us,
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.
5 Here's the prince of your salvation,
Saying, Fear not, little flock;
I, myself, am your foundation,
You are built upon this rock.
Shun the path of vice and folly,
Scale the mount, although it's steep,
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Look to me and be ye holy,
I delight to feed my sheep.
6 Christ alone, whose merit saves us,
Taught by him, we'll own his name,
Sweetest of all names is Jesus,
How it doth our souls infiame:
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Give
him glory, he will keep,
He
will clear your way before you,
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.
HYMN 34. P. M.
1 VOME, my Christian brethren, come,
Let us take our journey home;
Though we many trials meet,
Jesus makes our trials sweet.

Coi
CHORUS.
We shall soon with Jesus be,
Happy in eternity.
2 Brother Christians, doubt no more,
Christ your Saviour's gone before ;
He himself has mark'd the way,
Leading to eternal day. We, &c.
3 Let as never be afraid,
For on Christ our help is laid;
He will all our foes o'ercome,
He will take his exiles home.
We, &c.
4 Though the world revile and mock,
We are built upon the rock;
And wbile thus we dwell secure,
Christ will make our goings sure. We, &c.
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5 Let us then in faith go on,
Till our heavenly race is run ;
Thongh the world and Satan frown,
We shall soon obtain a crown. We, fa
HYMN 35. P. M.
1 WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And dwell with him above,
To drink the flowing fountains
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be deliver'd,
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in ?
2 And now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before,
He's given me my orders,
And tells me not to fear;
And if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers,
Eternal life shall have.
3 Through grace I am determin'd
To conquồr though I die,
And then away Jesus,
On wings of love I'l fly:
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid it all adieu,
And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursbe.
4 And if you meet with troubles
And trials on the way,

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,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heav'nly armour,
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when your race is ended,
You'll reign with him above.
5 ( do not be discourag'd,
For Jesus is your friend,
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
IIYMN 36. P. M.
DESCRIPTION OF CHRIST.
Part First.
1 THOU in whose presence
My soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day,
My song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.
2 Where dost thou at noon-tide
Resort with thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
For why in the valley
Of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3 0 why should I wander
An alien from thec,
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my beloved,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice,
When my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
4 Ye daughters of Zion,
Declare have you seen,
The star that on Israel shone ?
Say if in your tepts
My beloved has been,
And where with his flocks he has gone?
5 This is
His form is divine,
His vestments shed odours around:
The locks on his head
Are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crown'd.
6 The roses of Sharon,
The lilies that grow,
In vales on the banks of the streams,
On his cheeks the bright beauty,
Of excellence glow-
And his eyes are as quivers of beams.
7 His voice as the sound
Of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon
Bow at his feet,
The air is perfum'd with his breath.
8 His lips as a fountain
Of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace:
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From which their salvation
The Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.
3 Love sits on his eye-lids,
And scatters delight,
Through all the bright mansions on high:
Their faces the cherubims
Veil in his sight,
And tremble with fulness of joy.
10 He looks, and ten thousand
Of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity
Fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
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DESCRIPTION OF CHRIST,
Part Second.
1 IS vestments of righteousness,
Who shall describe?
Its purity words would defile:
The heav'ns from his presence
Fresh beauties imbibe,
And earth is made rich by his smile.
2 Such is my beloved
In excellence bright,
When pleas'd he looks down from above,
Like the morn when he breathes
From the chambers of life,
And comforts his people with love.
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3 But when armed with vengeance
In terror he comes,
The nations' rebellions to tame;
The reins of Omnipotent
Pow'r he assumes,
And rides in a chariot of flame,
4 A two-edged sword
From his mouth issues forth,
Bright quivers of fire are his eyes,
He speaks, and black tempests
Are seen in the north,
And storms from their caverns arise.
5 Ten thousand destructions
That wait for his word,
And ride on the wings of his breath;
Fly swift as the wind,
At the nod of their Lord,
And deal out the arrows of death.
6 His cloud bursting thunders
Their voices resound,
Through all the vast regions on high,
Till from the deep centre
Loud echoes rebound,
And meet the quick flames in the sky.
7 The portals of heaven
At his bidding obey,
And expand cre luis banner appear;
Earth trembles beneath,
Till her mountains give way,
And hell shakes her fetters with fear,
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8 When he treads on the clouds,
As the dust of his feet,
And grasps the big storm in his hand,
What eye the fierce glance
Of his anger shall meet,
Or who in his presence shall stand.
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LOVING-KINDNESS.
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1 1 WAKE, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing the great Redcemer's
praise ;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how free!
2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how great!
3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, 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!
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,
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6 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 39. L. M.
1 H! give me, Lord, my sins to mouri,
My sins which have thy body torn;
Give me with broken heart to see,
Thy last tremendous agony.
20, could I gain the mountain's height,
And gaze upon that wond'rous sight;
O, that with Salem's daughters, I
Could stand and see my Saviour die.
3 I'd hang around his feet and cry,
Lord, save a soul condemn'd to die!
And let a wretch come near thy inrone,
To plead the merits of ihy Son.
4 Father of mercy! drop thy frown,
And give me shelter in thy Son;
And with my broken heart comply,
O give me Jesus, or I die.
5 O Lord, deny me what thou wilt,
If thou woulă ease me of my guilt;
Good Lord, in mercy hear my cry,
And give me Jesus, or I die.
6 O save my soul from gaping hell,
Or else with devils I must dwell;
O might I enter, now I'm come,
Lord Jesus, save me, or I'm gone.

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AFFLICTION SWEETENED.

1 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;
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 41. P. M.
1
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THE HEAVENLY MARINER.
HROUGH tribulations deep,
The way to glory is;
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This stormy course I keep,
On these tempestuous seas;
By waves and winds I'm toss'd and drivin
Freighted with grace and bound for heav'n .
2 S.metimes temptations blow
A dreadful hurricane,
Ana high the waters flow,
And O'er my sides break in;
But still my little ship out-braves
The blust'ring winds and surging waves.
3 When I in my distress,
My anchor, HOPE, can cast,
Within the promises,
It holds my vessel fast;
Safely she then at anchor rides,
'Midst stormy winds and swelling tides
4 If a dead calm ensues,
And beaven no breezes give,
The oar of prayer I use,
I tug, and toil, and strive;
Through storms and calms for many a day
I raake but very little way.
5 But when a heav'nly breeze,
Springs up and fills my sail,
My vessel goes with ease,
Before the pleasant gale;
And runs as much an hour or more,
As in a month or two before.
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Nor can I in the night,
Behold the moon or star ;
Sometimes for days or weeks. or more,
I cannot see the sky or shore.
As at the time of noon,
My quadrant, FAITH, I take,
To view my Christ, my sun,
If he the clouds should break;
I'm happy when his face I see,
I know then whereabouts I be.
8 The Bible is my chart,
By it the seas I know,
I cannot with it part,
It rocks and sands doth show;
It is a chart and compass too,
Whose needle points for ever true.
9 I keep aloof from pride,
These rocks I pass with care,
I studiously avoid
The whirlpool of despair :
Presumption's quicksands too I shun,
Near them I do not choose to run.
10 When through a strait I go,
Or near some coast am drove,
The plummet forth I throw,
And thus my safety prove;
My conscience is the line which I
Fathom the depth of water by.
11 My vessel would be lost,
In spite of all my care,
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But that the Holy Ghost,
Himself vouchsafes to steer;
And I through all my voyages will
Depend upon my steerman's skil).
12 Ere I can reach heaven's coast,
I must a gulf pass through,
Which fatal proves to most
For all this passage go:
But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm
If God himself is at the helm.
13 When through this gulf I get,
(Though rough it is but short,)
The pilot angels meet,
And take me into port;
And when I land on that blest shore,
I shall be safe for evermore.
HYMN 42. L. M.
TOUNG people all attention give,
While I address you in God's name
You who in sin and folly live,
Come hear the counsel of a friend.
2 I've sought for bliss in glittering toys,
And rang'd the luring scenes of vice,
But never knew substantial joys,
Until I heard my Saviour's voice.
3 He spake at once my sins forgiv'n,
And wash'd my load of guilt away;
He gave me glory, peace, and heav'n,
And thus I found the heav'nly way.

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4 And now with trembling sense I view,
The billows roll beneath your feet;
For death eternal waits for you,
Who slight the force of gospel truth.
5 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,
By fleeting time or conquering death;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
6 Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks,
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet,
Will soon your active limbs enclose.
7 Ye heedless ones that widely stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns and vapours roll,
In solemn darkness round your head.
8 Your friends will pass the lonesome place,
And with a sigh move slow along;
Still gazing on the spires of grass,
With which your graves are overgrown.
9 Your souls will land in darker realms,
Where vengeance reigns and billows
roar,
And roll amidst the burning flames,
When thousand, thousand years are o'er.
10 Sunk in the shades of endless night,
To groan and howl in ceaseless pain,
And never more behold the light,
And never, never rise again.
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11 Ye blooming youth, this is the state
Of all who do free grace refuse;
And soon with you 'twill be too late,
The way of life in Christ to choose.
12 Come lay your carnal weapons by,
No longer fight against your God;
Bat with the gospel now comply,
And heaven shall be your great reward.
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HE Lord's into his garden come,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flows to every vine,
And makes the dead revive.
O that this dry and barren ground,
In aprings of water may abound,
fruitful soil become;
The desert blossom as the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his focs,
And makes his people one.
The glorious time is coming on,
The gracious work is now begui,
My soul a witness is ;
I taste and see the pardon free,
For all mankind as well as me,
Who come to Christ may live.
4 The worst of sinners here may find.
A Saviour merciful and kind,
Who will them all receive :
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None are too vile who will repent,
Oni of one sinner legions went,
The Lord did him relieve.
5 Come, brethren dear, who know the Lord.
And taste the sweetness of his word,
In Jesu's ways go on;
Our trials and our troubles here,
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.
6 We feel that heaven is now begui,
It issues from the sparkling throne,
From Jesu's throne on high;
It comes in floods we can't contain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again,
And yet we stiil are dry.
h y But when we come to dweil above
And all surround the throne of love,
We'll drink a full supply:
Jesus will lead his armies through,
The living fountains where they flow,
That never will run dry.
8 'Tisthere we'll reign, and shout, and sing:
And make the upper regions ring,
When all the same to get home;
Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
Soon we sball meet together there,
For Jesug bids us come.
3 Amen, athen, my soul replies;
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Now here's my heart, and here's my hand,
To meet you in that heavenly laug
Where we shall part no more.
HYMN 44. P. M.
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WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound
Mvul in guilt and thrall I found,
I knew not what to do;
O’erwhelm'd with guilt, with anguish slain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or sink in endless wo.
2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell,
Whith way to shun the gates of hell,
For death and hell drew near;
I strove indeed, but strove in vain,
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded in 11y ear.
3 Then to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
I no relief could find;
This fearful truth I found remain,
The sinner must be born again,
O'erwhelm'd my troubled mind.
4 Again did Sinai's thunder roil,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast unwieldy load;
Alas! I read and found it plain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or drink the wrath of God.
5 The saints I heard with rapturę tel.
How Jesas conquer'd death and hell,
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But when I found this truth remain,
The siand must be born again,
I sank in deep despair.
6 While thus my soul in anguish lay, ,
Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd that way.
I felt his pity move ;
The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.
ay To heav'n the joyful tidings flew,
The angels tun'd their harps anew,
And loftier sounds did raise ;
All hail the Lamb that once was slain,
Unnumber'd millions born again,
Shali shout thy endless praise.
HYMN 45. 1. M.
THE BENEFIT OF PRAYER.

WH
HAT various hind'rances we meet,
In coming to the mercy seat,
Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there.
2 Pray'r makes the darkest clouds with-
draw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining pray'r we cease to fight,
Pray’r makes the Christian's armour bright,
And Satan trembles when he sees,
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4 When Muses stood with arms spread
wide,
Success was found on Israel side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
6 Have you no words! ah, think again,
Words fíow apace when you complain,
fellow creature's ear,
With the sad tale of all your care.
6 Were half the time that's vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Our cheerful songs would oft'ner be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.
HYMN 46. C. M.
THE PILGRIM'S SONG,
1 OW pilgrims let us go in peace,
While through this world we rove;
Till all these parting moments cease,
And we shall meet above.
2 Though trials here our souls annoy,
And foes beset the road,
We're hast'ning to eternal joy,
Where we shall rest with God
3 Let as rejoice in God our King,
While pilgriins here we rove;
And join with heart and voice to sing,
The wonders of his love.
4 Soon we shall reach the heavenly land,
And tread the peaceful shore;

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And there unite the glorious band,
Our Jesna ro adure.
5 ( the transporting scenes of bliss,
Our Sonis Shall then enjoy!
For if we de where Jesus is,
There's nothing can annoy.
HYMN 47. P. M.
1
VOME, my soul, thy suit prepara,
Jevus loves to answer prayer;
He himsell !.us bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin,
Lird remove this load of sin!
Lei thy blood for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord. I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 As the image in the glass,
Answers the beholder's face,
Thus unto my heart appear,
Print thine own resemblance there.
6 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let th" love my spirit cheer;
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As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.
HYMN 48. C. M.
* A ,
Behold thy light is come;
Thy glorious conq'ring King is near,
To take his exiles home.
The trumpet's thund'ring through the sky
To set poor sinners free:
The day of wonders now is nigh,
The year of Jubilee.
2 Ye heralds blow your trumpets loud,
Throughout the earth and sky;
Go spread the news from pole to pole,
Behold the judgment's nigh:
Blow out the sun, turn up the earth,
Consume the rolling flood;
While ev'ry star shall disappear,
The moon tarn into blood.
3 Arise, ye nations under ground,
Before the Judge appear;
All tongues, all languages shall come,
Their final doom to hear :
King Jesus on his azure throne,
Ten thousaud angels round;
While Gabriel with his silver trump,
Echoes the dreadful sound.
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4 The glorious news of gospel grace,
With sinners now is o'er;
The trump of Zion now is still,
And to be blown no more :
The watchmen all have left the walls,
And with their flocks above,
On Canaan's happy shore they sing,
And shout redeeming love.
5 Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord,
Whose hearts are join'd in one,
Ilold up your hands with courage bold,
Your race is almost run;
Above the clouds behold him stand,
And smiling, bid you come, ,
While angels beckon you away,
To your eternal home.
6 To see a pilgrim as he dies,
With glory in his view,
To heav'n he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids the world adieu :
While friends stand weeping all around,
And loth to let him
go,
He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below.
O Christians! are you ready now,
To cross the narrow flood ?
On Canaan's happy shore behold,
And see a smiling God!
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Aſy tongue shall shout redeeming grace,
When perfected in love.
8 Go on, my brethren in the Lord,
I'm bound to meet you there,
Though you've to travel th' enchanted
ground,
Hold out and do not fear:
Fight on, fight on, ye conq’ring souls,
The land keep still in view,
And when you reach fair Canaan's shore,
I hope to meet with you.
HYMN 49. P. M.
2 S near to Calvary I pass,
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where a poor victim hangs;
His flesh with rugged irons tore,
His limbs all dress'd in purple gore,
Gasping in dying pangs.
2 Surpris'd the spectacle to see,
I ask'd, who can this victim be,
In such exquisite pain ?
Why thus consign'd to woes, I cried,
" 'Tis I," the bleeding Christ replied,
“To save a world from sin."
3 A Christ for rebel mortals dies!
How can it be, my soul replies,
What! Jesus die for me?
“Yes," saith the suffering Son of God,
"I give my life, I spill my blood,
“For thee, poor soul, for thee."
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4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely giv'n,
To bring iny wretched soul to heav'n,
And bless ine with thy love;
Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall,
Give thee my life, my soul, my all,
To reign with thee above.
HYMN 50. C. M.
1 FOR a breeze of heav'nly love,
To waft my soul away,
To the celestial world above,
Where pleasures ne'er decay.
2 Eternal Spirit, deign to be
My pilot here below,
To steer through life's tempestuous sea,
Where stormy winds do blow.
3 From rocks of pride on either hand,
From quicksands of despair ;
O guide me safe to Canaan's land,
Through every latent snare.
4 Anchor me in that port above,
On that celestial shore,
Where dashing billows never move,
Where tempests never roar.
IIYMN 51. C. M.
ORD, what a wretched land is
That yields us no supply,
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy.
2 But prickling thorns thro' all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow;
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And all the rivers that are found,
With dangerous waters flow.
3 Yet the dear path of thine abode,
Lies through this horrid land;
Lord, we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.
With Us shull tread the desert through,
With undiverted feet;
And faith and flaming zeal subdue,
The terrors that we meet.
5 A thousand savage beasts of prey
Around thy foreats roam;
But Judah's lion guards the way,
And guides the stranger home.
6 Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go,
Is everlasting day.
7 By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy fears,
We trace the sacred road;
Thro' dismal deeps and dangerous snares,
We make our way to God.
8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upwards still;
Forget those troubles. of the ways,
And reach åt Zion's hill.
9 See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come;
There Jesus, the forerunner waits,
To welcome tray'lere home
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10 There on a green and flow'ry mount,
Our weary souls shall sit;
And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.
11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongues,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.
12 Eternal glories to the King,
That brought us safely through;
Our tongues
shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
HYMN 52. c. M.
1 HE glorious day is drawing nigh,
When Zion's light shall come;
She shall arise and shine on high,
Bright as the morning sun.
2 The north and south their songs resign,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
Adorn'd as a bride, Jerusalem,
All glorious shall descend.
3 The King that bears the golden crown,
The azure flaming bow;
The holy city shall bring down,
To bless his saints below.
4 When Zion's bleeding conq'ring King,
Shall sin and death destroy,
The morning stars together sing,
And Sion shout for joy,
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5 The holy br.ght musician band,
Shall tune their harps of gold;
With paims of vict'ry they shall stand,
Fair Salem to behold.
6 Descending with such melting strains,
Jehovah's name adore;
Such notes through earth's extensive plains,
Were never heard before.
7 Let Satan rage and boast no more,
Ye fiends of darkness fly,
Though saints are feeble, weak, and poor,
Their great Redeemer's nigh.
8 He is their shield, their hiding place,
A covert from the wind-
A shady rock of boundless grace,
Throughout this weary land.
9 The crystal streams run down from
heav'n,
They issue from the throne,
The floods of striſe away are driv'n,
The church becomes but one.
10 That peaceful union she shall know,
And live upon his love;
And shout and sing of grace below,
As angels do above.
HYMN 53. C. M.
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met,
name,
Come, let us now rejoice,

WE'RE amet, dear friends, in Jesu’s
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While we our Saviour's name proclaim,
With cheerful heart and voice.
2 But 0, dear Jesus, Lamb of God,
Send down thy heavenly Dove,
His graces to diífuse abroad,
And warm our hearts with love.
3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet,
Except thy face we see;
Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet,
Where'er we meet with thee.
4 A dungeon shews a heav'nly dawn,
When there with thee we dwell;
But when thy presence is withdrawn,
A palace proves a hell.
5 Then, 0 dear Jesus, condescend
To meet us with a smile;
Thy spirit's quick’ning influence send,
And purge our hearts from guile.
6 That at the close each one may say,
We met not here in vain,
For we have tasted heaven to-day,
Nor could we more contain.
HYMN 54. S. M.
SHALL we pine away,
And languish now with fear,
Because there are so few 10-day,
That meet together here?
2 Let us not be afraid,
Although we are hut ferr.
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For Jesus hath a promise made,
Who faithful is and true.
3 Where two or three are met,
In my eternal name,
There doth my blessed Spirit sit,
There in the midst I am.
4 Then let us faint no more,
Nor breathe a murmuring breath ;
Nor when there are but few complain,
To drown our sacred mirth,
5 For if we meet in love,
To serve the dying Lord,
We have the pure assisting Dove,
According to his word.
HYMN 55. L. M.
1
WELCOME
ELCOME, dear brethren, to this
Be banish'd ev'ry slavish fear;
We come to seek Immanuel's face,
And he lias promis'd to be here.
2 Seek him in pray'r--he'll surely come,
To do us good before we part;
Each humble breast he'll make bis home,
And dwell in every waiting heart.
3 He'll come with all his gracious train,
Of lively graces bright and strong;
Then shall the Lamb for sinners slain,
Sound lond and sweet from ev'ry tongue.
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4 0 then be earnest, take no nay,
He'll answer ev'ry good desire;
Give him your hearts though cold as clay,
They'll melt like wax before the fire.
HYMN 56. c. M.
ORD, when together here we meet,
And taste thy heav'nly grace,
Thy smiles are so divinely sweet,
We're loth to leave the place.
2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will,
That we must part again,
Olet thy precious presence still
With ev'ry one remain.
3 Thus let us all in Christ be one,
Bound with the cords of love;
Till we around thy glorious thronc,
Shall joyous meet above.
4 Where sin and sorrow from each heart,
Shall then for ever fly;
And not one thought that we should part,
Once intercept our joy.
5 Where void of all distracting pains,
Our spirits ne'er shall tire;
But in seraphic heav'nly strains,
Redeeming love admire.
6 And thus through all eternity,
Upon the heaven'y shore,
The great mysterious One in Three,
Te novah, we'li adore
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HYMN 5%. P. M.
1 ESUS, grant us all a blessing,
Send it down, Lörd, from above,
May we all go home a praying,
And rejoicing in thy love.
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters,
Till we all shail meet again.
2 Jesus, pardon all our f'cllies,
Since togetirer we liave been ;
Make us humble, make us holy,
Cleanse us all from every sin :
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.
3 May thy blessing, Lord, go with us,
To each one's respective home ;
And the presence of our Jesus,
Rest upon us every one:
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.
HYMN 58. P. M.
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L
, dismiss
our hearts wiikith thy blessing,
and peace
Let each one thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace:
O refresh us, O 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 be found.
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May thy presence, may thy presence,
With us evermore be found.
3 So whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne ua angel's wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey :
May we ever, may we ever,
Reign with Christ in endless day.
HYMN 59. C. M.
1 ERUSALEM, my happy homo,
O how I long for thee !
When will my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.
3 Thy garden and thy pleasure walks,
My study long have been;
Such dazzling views of human sight,
Has never yet been seen.
A If heaven be thus so glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence;
What folly's this that I should dread,
To die and go from hence !
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend;
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end.
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6 Jesus my Lord to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see;
And all my brethren here helow,
Will soon come after me.
My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care,
Aud if I never more see you,
I'll meet you there.
8 When we've been there ten thousand
years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.
HYMN 60. P. M.
VAREWELL, dear friends, I must
Go 01),
1FAR
be gone,
I have no time to stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world do view:
Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends farewell.
2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortals, care or bliss,
I leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
Farewell, &c.
3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound in cords of love,
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That soon we all shall meet above.
Farewet. &C.
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4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,
You've struggled long and hard for
heav'n,
You've counted all things here but druss,
Fight on, the crown shall soon be giv'n.
Farewell, &c.
5 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God,
Sore conflicts yet await for you,
Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road,
Till Canaan's happy land you view:
Fight on, fight on, fight on,
The crown shall soon be giv'n.
6 Farewell, ye careless sinners too,
I: grieres my heart to leave you here,
Eternal vengeance waits for you,
O turn and find salvation near.
O turn, () turn, O turn,
Ånd find salvation near.
HYMN 61. c. M.
1 OW sweet the name of Jesus
sounds,
In a believer's ear ;
It smouths his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast,
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build.
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My never failing treas'ry filled
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus! my shepherd. husband, friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise i bring.
5 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.
6 Till then I would thy love prociaim,
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name,
Refresh my soul in deathi.
HYMN 62. C. M.
1
TOW sweet, how heav'nly is the
sight,
When those that love the Lord,
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 sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.
3 When free from envy, scorn, and prido
Our wishes all above;
Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love.
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4 When love in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom Hows;
When union sweet and dear esteem,
In every action glows.
5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above :
And he's an heir of heav'p that finds
His bosom glow with love.
HYMN 63. L. M.
THE CHRISTIAN'S TRANSPORT.
1 1 WHAT amazing love is this?
On earth I taste immortal bliss.
I feel that voice which is divine.
And know that Jesus Christ is mine.
2 He leads me on the heav'nly road
And feeds my soul with angels' food:
My soul how free lis goodness flows.
His bleeding love no limit knows!
3 Mv soul hath found my Christ to-day,
I feel my darkness done away;
His presence made my bars reinova,
And 0. I feast on heav'nly love!
4 I feel my sins are all forgiv'n,
This is my Christ, my all, my heav'ai
My soul begins her lasting theme,
* All glory to my God, the Lamb!"
HYMN 64. C. M.
1 VIS good to wait upon the Lord,
When Christ himself drawsnear,
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And ev'ry heart veth one accord,
Ascends in solemn prayer.
2 While thus we feel the Saviour's love,
In heav'nly show'rs descend,
Our souls commune with saints above,
In bliss that knows no end.
3 We taste the precious streams of grace,.
The fountain makes them sing:
We travel through the wilderness,
They sit before the King.
4 We pray for grace to hold out well,
The conflict but begun:
They of their past engagements tell,
And sing the conquests won.
5 We fight the battles of the Lord,
And are sometimeg. oust down;
They wield no more the warrior's sword,
But wear the conqueror's crown.
HYMN 65. C. M.
1
And view the promis'd laud;
And see by faith the glorious sight,
Our heritage at hand.
2 A land where puré enjoyments dwell,
And blessings most divine;
Where saints their highest notes shall swell,
And in bright glory shine.
3 There endless springs of pleasure flow,
At my Redeemer's side,
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For all who live in faith below,
And in their Lord confide.
4 Fair Salem's dazzling gates are seen,
Just o'er the narrow flood;
And fields adorn'd in living green,
The residence of God.
5 could I cross rough Jordan's wave,
No danger would I fear,
My bark would every tempest brave,
For O, my Shepherd's near.
6 T'enrich my soul with fresh supplics,
Of faith, and hope, and love ;
With courage then I'll win the prize,
And reign with him above.
7 Though death's cold waves compass me
round,
And heavy tempests roar,
My little bark in safety's found,
For Jesus guides me o'er.
8 Should storms of grief and sorrow blow,
On this devoted breast,
My Saviour's love shall guard me through
To everlasting rest.
9 In him I live, in him I move,
My only sure defence:
The source of sweet redeeming love,
My heavenly recompense.
10 My conflicts here shall soon be past,
Where wild distraction reigns,
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Through toils and death I'll reach at last,
Fair Canaan's happy plains.
11 The lamp of life will soon grow pale,
The spark will soon decay;
And then my happy soul shall sail,
To everlasting day.
HYUN 66. P. M.
1
D
ARK and thorny is the desert,
Through which pilgrims make
their way;
Yet beyond this vale of sorrow,
Lie the fields of endless day:
Fiends loud howling through the desert,
Make them tremble as they go,
And the fiery darts of Satan,
Often bring their courage low.
2 () young soldiers are you weary,
of the roughness of the way, ?
Does your strength begin to fail you,
And your vigour to decay ?
Jesus, Jesus, will go with you,
He will lead you to his throne;
He who dy'd his garments for you,
And the wine-press trod alone.
3 He whose thunder shakes creation,
He who bids the planets roll;
He who rides upon the tempest,
And wlose sceptre stvays the whole:
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They are always hov'ring round you,
Till you reach the heav'nly land.
4 There on flow'ry hills of pleasure,
Lie the fields of endless rest;
Love and joy, and peace for ever, ,
Reign and triumph in your breast:
Who can paint the scenes of glory,
Where the ransom'd dwell on high?
There on golden harps for ever,
Sound redemption through the sky.
5 There's a million flaming seraphs,
Who fly across the heav'nly plain,
There they sing immortal praises;
Glory, glory, is their strain :
But methinks a sweeter concert,
Makes the heav'nly arches ring;
And the song is heard in Zion,
Which the angels cannot sing.
6 Otheir crowns! how bright they sparkle,
Such as monarchs never wore;
They are gone to richer pastures ;
Jesus is their Shepherd there :
Hail! ye happy, happy spirits,
Death no more shall make you fear,
Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish,
Shall no more distress you there. .
HYMN 67. P. M.
VAVIOUR, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ;
All will come to desolation,
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and green,
Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high ;
Lest for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die:
2 Surely once thy garden flourish’d,
Ev'ry plant look'd
gay
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons have we seen!
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 Whiere are those we counted leaders
Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth;
Old professors. tall as cedars,
Bright examples to our youth:
Some in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Soine, alas! we fear are blighied,
Scarce a single leaf thev show.
4 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant,
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
Put they cause us grief at present,
Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud;
Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom agair ;
O permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain.
5 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers
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Let each one esteem'd thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching snares,
Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.
HYMN 68. P. M.
1 CE virgin souls arise,
With all the dead awake!
Unto salvation wise,
Oil in your vessels take:
Upstartiug at the midnight cry,
Behold the heavenly bridegroom nigh.
2 He comes, he comes to call,
The nations to his bar,
And raise to glory all
Who fit for glory are:
Make ready for your full reward,
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go meet him in the sky,
Your everlasting friend;
Your head to glorify,
Withi all his saints ascend:
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace,
To see without a veil his face.
4 Ye that have here receivid
The unction from above,
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Jesus shall claim you for his bride,
Rejoice with all the sanctified.
5 The everlasting doors
Shall soon the saints receive,
Above yon angel powers
In glorious joy to live:
Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.
6 Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet's welcome sound,
To see our Lord appear,
Watching let us be found:
When Jesus doth the heavens bow,
Be found as Lord, thou find'st now.
HYMN 69. L. M.
1 VOME, ye that love the Lord indeed,
Who are from sin and bondage freed,
Submit to all the ways of God,
And walk the narrow happy road
C
CHORUS.
We're all united heart and hand,
Join'd in one band completely;
We're marching through Immanuel's land,
\Vhere the waters flow most sweetly.
2 Great tribulations you shall meet,
But soon shall walk the golden street;
Though hell may rage and vent its spite,
Yet Christ will save his heart's delight.
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3 That happy day will soon appear,
Wher Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear,
Sound through the earth, yea down to hell,
To call the nations great and srnall.
We're ali united, &c.
4 Behold the earth in burning fames,
The trumpet loudly still proclaims,
The world must come and hear her doom,
The separation now is come.
We're all united, &c.
5 Behold the righteous marching home,
The angels smile and bid them come,
While Christ the judge their joy proclaims,
'Here comes my saints, I own their names.
We're all united, &c.
6 Ye everlasting gates fly wide,
Make ready to receive my bride;
Ye harps of heaven sound aloud,
Here comes the purchase of my hlood.'
We're all united, &c.
✓ In grande or see the royal line,
Whose glitt'ring robes the sun outshine,
While saints and angels join in one,
And march in splendour to the throne.
Were all united, &c.
8 They stand in wonder and look on,
They join in one eternal song,
Their great Redeemer to admire,
While rapture sets thei. souls on fire.
We're all united, &t,
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HYMN 70. L. M.
HERE is a heaven o'er yonder skies,
A heaven where pleasure never dies,
A heaven I sometimes hope to see,
But fear again 'tis not for me.
But Jesus, Jesus is my friend, O hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus is my friend.
2 The way is difficult and straight,
But narrow is the gospel gate,
Ten thousand dangers are therein,
Ten thousand snares to take me in.
But Jesus, &c
3 I travel through a world of foes,
Through conflicts sore my spirit goes;
The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand,
Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land.
But Jesus, doc
4 The way of danger I am in,
Beset with devils, men, and sin;
But in this way thy track I see,
And mark'd with blood it seems to be.
But Jesus, &c.
5 Come life, come death, come then wha
will,
His footsteps I will follow still;
Through dangers thick and hell's alarnis,
I shall be safe in his dear arms.
O Jesus, &c.
6 Then, O my soul, arise and sing,
Yonder's thy Saviouu, Friend, and King,
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With pleasing smiles he now looks down,
And cries, “press on, and here's the crown.
O Jesus. &c.
om te " Prove faithful then a few more days,
Fight the good fight and win the race;
And then thy soul with me shall reign,
Thy head a crown of glory gain."
o Jesus, &c.
8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last joyful,tru...p shall sound,
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
O Jcsus, foc.
HYMN 71. c. M.
1 ROM all that's mortal, all that's vain,
And from this earthly clod,
Arise, my soul, and strive to gain,
Some fellowship with God.
2 Say what is there below the sky,
O'er all the paths thou'st trod,
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God.
3 Not life nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flowery road,
Can to my soul such bliss impart,
As fellowship with God.
4 Not health or friendship here below,
Nor wealth, that golden load,
Can snch delights and comforts show,
As fellowship with God.
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5 When I in love am made to bear,
Affliction's needful rod;
Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.
6 In fierce temptation's fiery blast,
And dark distraction's road;
I'm happy if I can but taste,
Some fellowship with God.
7 And when the icy arms of death,
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath,
In fellowship with God.
8 When I at last to heaven ascend,
And join that blest abode-
There an eternity I'll spend,
In fellowship with God.
HYMN 72. P. M.
1 THERE is a land of pleasure,
streams of joy for ever roll,
'Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I hope to rest my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray;
But since my Saviour's found me,
A light has shone along my way
My way is full of danger,
But it's the path that leads to Get
Then like a valiant soldier,
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Now I must gird my sword on,
My helmet, breast-plate and my shield,
And fight the hosts of Satan,
Until I gain the heavenly field.
3 I'm on my way to Canaan,
Still guided by my Saviour's hand;
O come along dear sinner,
And see Immanuel's happy land.
To all that stay behind me,
I bid a long, a long farewell !
O come, or you'll repent it,
When you do reach the gates of hell!
4 The vale of tears surrounds me,
And Jordan's current rolls before!
O how I stand and tremble,
To hear the dismal waters roar!
Whose hand shall then support me,
And keep my soul from sinking there ;
From sinking down to darkness,
And to the regions of despair ?
5 The waves shall not affright me,
Although they're deeper than the grave,
If Jesus will stand by me,
I'll calmly ride on Jordan's wave.
His word has calm'd the ocean,
His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale:
O may this friend be with me
When through the gates of death I sail.
6 Then come, thou King of Terrors,
And with thy weapons lay me low;
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I soon shall reach that region,
Where everlasting pleasures flow.
Now Christians I must leave you,
A few more days to suffer here;
Through grace I soon shall meet you-
My soul exults—I'm almost there.
hy But O the thoughtless company,
That crowd the road that leads to wo;
For them I'm filled with sympathy,
J soon niust bid them all adieu!
O sinners, must I leave you,
No more to join your social band;
No more to stand before
you,
Till at the judgment seat we stand.
8 Soon the archangel's trumpet,
Shal} shake the globe from pole to pole
And all the wheels of nature,
Shall in a moment cease to roll!
Then shall I see my Saviour,
With shining ranks of angels come,
To execute his vengeance.
And take his ransom'd people home.
HYMN 73. P. M.
1 TOME, my Christian friends and bre
thren,
Bound for Canaan's happy land,
Come, unite and walk together,
Christ, the Saviour, gives command.
Lay aside all party spirit,
Šlight your Christian friends no more,
COME,
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Come, anite. through Jesu's merit,
Zion's peace again restore.
2 We'll not bind our brother's conscience,
This to God alone is free;
Nor contend for non-essentials,
Bat in Christ united be.
Here's the word, the grand criterion,
This shall all our doctrine prove;
Christ the centre of our union,
And the bond is Christian love.
3 Here's my hand, my heart and spirit,
Now in fellowship i'll give;
Now we love and peace inherit
Shew the world how Christians live.
Now we're one in Christ our Saviour,
Male or female, bond or free,
Christ is all in all for ever,
And we're happy, Lord, in thee.
4 Now we'll preach and pray together,
Praise, give thanks, and shout and sing;
Now we'll strengthen one another,
And adore our heavenly King.
Now we'll join in sweet communion,
Ronnd the table of our Lord;
Lord, confirm our Christian union,
By thy Spirit and thy word.
6 Now the world will be constrained
To believe in Christ our King;
Thousands, thousands be converted,
Round the earth his praises ring:
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Happy day! O joyful hour !
Think the Lord, his name we'll bless;
Send thy word, my Lord, with power,
Fill the world with righteousness.
HYMN 74. P. M.
THE WEARY PILGRIM'S CONSOLATION.
1 COME, and taste along with me,
The weary pilgrim's consolation,
Bonndless mercy running free,
The earnest of complete salvation.
Joy and peace in Christ I find,
My heart to himu is all resigned,
The fulness of his pow'r I prove,
And all iny soul's dissolved in love.
Jesus is the pilgrim's portion,
Love is boundless as the ocean.
2 When the world and flesh would risc,
And strive to draw me from my Savioar,
Strangers slight, or fues despise,
I then more highly prize his favour.
Friends believe me when I tell,
If Christ is present, all is well;
The world and flesh in vain would rise,
I all their efforts do despise :
In the world I've tribulation,
But in Christ sweet consolation.
3 When I'm in the house of prayer,
I find him in the congregation;
Music sweet anto my ear,
Is the sound of free salvation.
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My heart exults, my spirts flow,
I lovo my God and brethren sor;
I join, and sing and shout aload,
And disregard the gazing crowd.
Glorious theme of exultation,
Jesus Christ is my salvation.
4 Worldlings hold me in disdain, ,
Because I slight their carnal pleasure,
All in this that gives me pain,
Is they slight a noble treasure.
Bnt among them, bless the Lord,
There's some that tremble at his word;
And this doth joy to me impart,
To think the Lord has reach'd their heart;
O the praise to God be giv'n,
Peace on earth and crowns in heav'n.
5 Why should I regard the frowns,
or those who mock, deride, and slight
me ?
Soon I'll lie beneath the ground,
Beyond the reach of those that hate me.
Toil and pain and suffering o'er,
I'll gain the blissful, happy shore;
And with the shining hosts above,
I'll sing and shout redeeming love:
Pleasures there beyond expression,
Ever flow in sweet succession.
6 When I hear the pleasing sound,
Of weeping mourners just converted,
The dead's alive, the lost is found,
The Lord has heal'd the broken heartede
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When I join to sing his praise,
My heart in holy raptures rise ;
I view Immanuel's land afar,
I shout and wish my spirit there.
Glory, honour, and salvation,
What I feel is past expression.
th Mourners see your Saviour stand,
With arms extended to receive you
See! he spreads his bleeding hands,
Come, venture on him, he'll relieve you.
Cast all your doubts and fears aside,
The door of mercy's open wide,
The fountain flows that saves from sin,
Come, now believe and enter in.
Don't distrust your blessed Saviour,
Now believe, and live for ever.
8 Sinners ! you may mock and scori,
Your moments lost will be lamented:
That awful day is hastening on,
When
you
will wish you had repented:
Death in its embraces cold,
Will soon your mortal bodies hold;
Your pleasures then will take their flight,
And down you'll sink to endless nigh
While you're of that guilty number
Your damnation doth not slumber.
9 Come, poor sinners, go with me, ,
My heart's enlarged to receive you;
Slight not my mercy offer'd free,
Venture on him, he'll relieve you;
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But if you offered grace refuse,
And still the way of folly choose,
Unhappy souls, your guilt and blood,
Will rest on your defenceless heads.
Darkness, torment, pain and sorrow,
May be yours before to-morrow.
HYMN 75. P. M.
THEN sorrows compass me around,
And deepest distresses I see,
Astonish'd I cry, can a mortal be found,
That's surrounded by trouble like me ?
2 Few moments of peace I enjoy,
And they are succeeded by pain;
If a moment of praising my God I enjoy,
I have hours again to complain.
3 0 when shall my sorrows be o'er ?
O when shall my sufferings cease ?
when to the bosom of Christ be convey'd
To the mansions of glory and peace ?
4 If souls disembodied can know,
Or visit their brother beneath ;
I hope I shall join you as shouting you go,
After laying my corpse in the earth.
5 May no sorrows be veated that day,
When Jesus hath called me liome;
But with singing and shouting let each bro-


ther say,
He has gone from the evil to come.
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6 My spirit to glory convey'd,
My body laid low in the ground;
I wish not a tear on my grave to be shed,
But all join in praising around.
Try O’erwhelm'd with the fulness of love,
I then like an angel shall sing;
Till Christ shall descend with a shout from
above,
And make all creation to ring.
8 Our slumbering bodies obey,
And quicker than thought shall arise,
Remov'd in a moment, go shouting away
To the mansions above in the skies.
HYMN 76. s. M.
O keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
2 The Lord's unsparing hand,
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still deriv'd irom him.
3 Beware of Peter's word,
Nor confidently say,
"I never will deny the Lord,"
But grant I never may.
4 Man's wisdom is to seek,
His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak.
Who trusted in his own.
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o Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings,
Than all your works beside.
6 In Jesus is our store,
Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says,
"I want no more,"
Confesses he has none.
HYMN 77. c. M.
1 VOME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts
Come, with your fear and guilt oppressid,
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 I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his sov'reign grace.
4 But should the Lord reject my plea,
And disregard my prayer,
Yet still, like Esther, I will stay,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go
I am resolvid to try,
For if I stay away, I know
must for efer die.
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6 But should I die with mercy sought,
When I the King have tried;
I there should die, (delightful thought,)
Where ne'er a sinner died."
HYMN 78. C. M.
PPROACH,my soul, the mercy seat
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture inigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press’d;
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding place,
That shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him. “Thou hast died."
5 O wondrous love' to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame!
That guilty sinners such as I,
Might plced thy gracious name.
6 “Poor tempest-tossed soul be still,
My promis'd grace receive;"
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HYMN 79. C. M.
1
severe,
In mercy oft are sent;
They stop'd the prodigal's caree,
And forc'd him to repent.
2 Although he no relenting felt,
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt,
The famine pinch'd him sore.
3 “What have I gain'd by sin," he said,
“ Bat hunger, shame and fear,
My father's house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here.
4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,
And fall before his face,
Unworthy to be call'd his son,
I'll seek a servant's place."
5 His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran and smild:
And threw his arms around the neck,
Of his rebellious child.
6 “Father, I've sinn'd-buto forgive !"
“I've heard enough,” he said,
Rejoice my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.
Now let the fatted calf be slain,
And spread the news around.
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost; þut now is found."
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8 "J'is thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than a father's love he feels,
And welcomes all that come.
HYMN 80. L. M.
HEN on the cross, my Lord I see,
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all transform'd to love.
2 His thorns and nails pierce to 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 well 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.
5 Oh, that I thus cwuld always feel;
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
Then my glad torgran shall loud proclaim,
The grace and glory of thy naine.
6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Relieves my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.
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COFOFHiile season
HYMN 81. P. M.
1 YOME, my brethren, let us trý
For a little season,
Ev'ry burden to lay by;
Come and let us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
What is this that grieves you ?
Speak and let the worst be known,
Speaking may relieve you.
2 Christ at times by faith I view,
And it doth relieve me,
But my doubts return anew,
They are those that grieve me.
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint, and fearfui,
Plagu'd with every sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?
3 Think on what your Saviour bore,
In the gloomy garden;
Sweating blood at every pore,
To procure thy pardon.
View him nailed to the tree,
Bleeding, groaning, dying,
See, he suffer'd this for thee,
Therefore be believing
4 Joseph took his body down,
Shrouded it in linen,
Laid it in the silent tomb,
And returned mourning.
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See what glory shines around,
Hallelujah, glory.
5 Brethren, don't you feel the flame ?
Sisters, don't you love him?
Let us join to praise his name,
Let us never grieve him.
Soon we'll meet to part no more,
Soon we'll meet in heav'n,
There we'll join the saints above,
And for ever praise him.
HYMN 82. P. M.
1 UR souls by love together kuit,
Cemented, mix'd in one,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,
'Tis heaven on earth begun.
Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spake,
And glow'd with sacred fire;
He stoop'd and talk'd, and fed and blessid,
And fill'd the enlarged desire.
CHORUS.
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A Saviour, let creation sing!
A Saviour, let all heaven ring!
He's God with us, we feel him ours,
His fulness in our souls he pours;
Tis almost done, 'triE
We're joining those who're gone before.
We then shall meet to part no more.
2 The little cloud increases still,
The heavens are big with rain ;
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We haste to catch the teeming show'r,
And all its moisture drain.
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows!
But pour a mighty flood;
Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth,
Till all proclaim thee God.
A Saviour, &c.
3 And when thou mak’st thy jewels up,
And sett'st thy starry crown;
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,
Proclaim'd by thee, thine own;
May we, the little band of love,
We sinners sav'd by grace;
From glory into glory chang'd,
Behold thee face to face !
A Saviour, &c.
HYMN 83. L. M.
INDRED in Christ, for his dear sake
A hearty welcome here receive;
May we together now partake,
The joys which only he can give.
2 To you and us by grace is giv'n,
'I'o know the Saviour's procious name;
And shortly we shall meet in heav'n,
Our hope, our way, our end the same.
3 May be by wliose kind care we meet,
Send his good spirit from above;
Make our communications sweet,
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4 Forgotten be cach worldly theme,
When Christians see each other thus;
We only wish to speak of him,
Who liv'd and died, and reigns for us.
5 We'll talk of all he did and said,
And suffer'd for us here below;
The path he mark'd for us to tread,
And what he's doing for us now.
6 Thus as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.
HYMN 84. P. M.
1 HEN my Saviour my Shepherd
is near,
How quickly my sorrows depart;
New beauties around me appear,
New spirits enliven my heart :
His presence gives peace to my soul,
And Satin assaults me in vain;
While my Shepherd his pow'r controls,
I think I no more shall complain.
2 But, alas' what a change do I find,
When my Shepherd withdraws from my
sight,
My fears all return to my mind,
My day is soon chang'd into night:
Then Satan his efforts renews,
To vex and ensnare me again,
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All my pleasing enjoyments I lose,
And can only lament and complain.
3 By these changes I often pass through,
I am taught my own weakness to know,
I am taught what my Shepherd can do,
And how much to his mercy I owe:
ft is he that supports me through all,
When I faint he revives me again ;
He attends to my prayer when I call,
And bids me no longer complain.
4 Wherefore then should I murmur and
grieve,
Since my Shepherd is always the same,
And has promis'd he never will leave
The soul that confides in his name?
To relieve me from all that I fear,
He was buffeted, tempted and slain ;
And at length he will surely appear,
Tho' he leaves me awhile to complain.
5 While I dwell in an enemy's land,
Can I hope to be always in peace ?
"T'is enough that my Shepherd's at hand,
And that shortly this warfare will cease
For ero long he will bid me remove
From this region of sorrow and pain;
To abide in his presence above,
And then I shall no more complain.
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1
soal, this eurious house of
This present frail:abade,

My clay.
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Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
And thou return to God.
2 Canst thou by faith, survey with joy,
The change before it come?
And say, “ let death this house destroy,
I have a heav'nly home."
3 The Saviour whom I then shall see.
With new admiring eyes,
Already has prepar'd for me,
A mansion in the skies.
4 I feel this mud wall'd cottage shake,
And long to see it fall,
That I my willing flight may take,
To him who is my all.
5 Burden'd and groaning then no more
My rescu'd soul shall sing,
As
up
the shining path I soar,
“ O Death thou'st lost thy sting."
6 Dear Savio:ır, help us now to seek,
And know thy grace's power,
That we may all this language speak,
Before the dying hour.
HYMN 86. P. M.
THE PREACHER'S ADIEU.
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Reluctant I give you my hand,
No more to assemble with you,
Till we on mount Zion shall stand.
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My heart swells with tender regret,
To leave your embraces so soon,
Though heaven my course must direct,
And others succeed in my room.
2 Your acts of benevolence past,
Your gentle compassionate love,
Henceforth in my mem'ry shall last,
Though far from your sight I remove.
While roving the wilds of the west,
When through foreign regions 1 steer,
Still friendship inspiring my breast,
Shall then drop her own native tear.
3 Our labours will shortly subside,
For vigour and life must decay,
But wisdom and truth sliall abide,
To pilot our souls on the way,
As time rolls his seasons around,
And truth shall new teachers inspire,
0
may we in love still abourd,
And after new conquests aspire.
4 Our seasons of converse are o'er,
Till mortal commotions are past,
Till nature and time are no more,
Or we are in Paradise bless'd.
Sweet conforting spirit draw near,
And shed forth thy luminous rays,
My parting reflections to cheer,
And change lamentation to praise.
5 O may we conform to HIS will,
Aspiring for glory and peace,
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Our covenant vows to fulfil,
Till Jesus shall sign our release.
Till suddenly wafted above,
Where saints in sweet harmony meet
To feel all the pleasures of love,
And each happy conqueror greet.
HYMN 87. c. M.
YOME, humble souls, ye mourners
come,
And wipe away your tears ;
Adieu to all your sad complaints,
Your sorrows and your fears.
2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.
3 God, th 'eternal mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls you his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.
4 My Father God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear!
Not thus could heavin's sweet harmony,
Delight my list’ning ear.
5 Thanks to my God for ev'ry gift,
His bounteous bands bestow,
And thanks eternal for that love,
Whence all those blessings flow.
ő For ever let my grateful heart,
His boundless love adore,
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Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.
7 Transporting hope ! still on my soul,
Let thy sweet glories shine,
Till thou thyself art lost in joys,
Immortal and divine.
HYMN 88. P. M.
1 THITHER goest thou pilgrim
stranger,
Wandering through this lonely vale ?
Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger,
And will not thy courage fail ?
WHITHER
CHORUS.
No, I'm bound for the kingdom
Will you go to glory with me ?
O hallelujah, o hallelujah,
I'm bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me,
O hallelujah, o hallelujah.
2 Pilgrim, thou hast justly call'd me,
Peasing through a waste so wide,
Bat no harm will e'er befall me,
When I'm blest with such a guide.
For I'm bound, &c.
3 Sach a guide: no guide attends thee,
Hence for thee my fears arise ;
If some guardian power befriend thee,
'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
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A Yes, unseen, but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attend;
He'll in every strait relieve me,
He will guide me to the end.
For I'm bound, &c,
5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee,
Darkly winding through the vale ;
Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail?
No, I'm bound, &e.
6 No, that stream has nothing frightfit,
To its brink my steps I'll bend,
Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful,
There my pilgrimage will end.
For I'm bourd, &c.
7 While I gaz'd with speed surprising,
Down the stream she plung'd from sight,
Gazing still I saw her rising,
Like an angel cloth'd with light.
0, I'm bound, &c.
8 Cease, my heart, this mournful crying,
Death will burst this sullen gloom;
Soon my spirit, fluttering, flying,
Will be borne beyond the tomb.
For I'm bound, C.
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1 THEN I set out for glory,
I left the world behind

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Determin'd for a city,
That's out of sight to find.
CHORUS.
And to glory I will go-
And to glory I will go-P'll go, I'll go,
And to glory I will go.
2 I left my worldly honour,
I left my worldly fame-
I left my young companions-
And with them my good name.
And to glory I will go, &c.
3 Some said I'd better tarry-
They thought I was too young,
For to prepare for dying;
But that was all my theme.
And to glory I will go, &c.
4 Come all my loving brethren,
And listen to my cry;
All
you
that are backsliders
Must shortly beg or die.
And to begging I will go,
And to begging I will go- will go, will go,
And to begging I will go.
5 The Lord he loves the beggar,
Who truly begs indeed,
He always will relieve hiin,
Whene'er he stands in need.
And to begging I will go, &c.
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The garment that he'll give me,
The sun it will outshine.
And to begging I will go, &c.
✓ I'm not asham'd to bey
While here on earth I stay;
I'm not asham'd to watch,
And not asham'd to pray.
And to beyging I will go, &c.
8 The richest man I ever saw,
Was one that beggd the most ;
His soul was fill'd with Jesus,
And with the Holy Ghost.
And to begging I will go, &c.
9 And now we are encouraged,
Come let us travel on;
Until we join the angels,
And sing the holy song.
And to glory I will go, fre.
HYMN 90. s. M.
1 E fearful saints march on,
It is the Lord's command;
Never let trifles stop your way,
To Canaan's promis'd land.
2 Though numerous foes arise,
And hell your course withstand;
Still force your passage through them all
To Canaan's promis'd land.
3 Keep on a forward pace,
And never, never stand,
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Till you behold your Saviour's face,
In Canaan's promis'd land.
4 Cast not a wishful
eye,
Towards your native land,
Like Lot's frail wife, but onward fly
In Canaan you'll soon stand.
5 Mind not th' alluring wiles,
Prepar'd by Satan's band,
To draw you from the narrow path
Which leads to Canaan's land.
6 The Scriptures are your rule,
By it you fall or stand;
Walk in the way which it points out,
To Canaan's promis'd land.
en Then shall you join above,
With all the ransom'd band;
To celebrate redeeming love,
In Canaan's promis'd land.
HYMN 91. P. M.
CLASS-MEETING HYMN.
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1 EAR friends, for a week we must
part,
Another sweet Class-meeting's gone,
While absent united in heart-
Our interests are blended in one.
Each other's afflictions we share,
And bear them all up to the throne,
Agreed in the Spirit of prayer,
To meet every day abont noon.
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2 0 Jesus, our centre and source !
Let brotherly love keep us one
To urge with unanimous force,
The ark of the covenant on.
May each of us actually strive,
To gather poor sinners to God,
And labour thy work to revive,
By spreading religion abroad.
3 Our leader, O Lord, do thou lead,
That he may lead us unto thee,
To us make him useful indeed,
And light in thy light may he see.
O may he not shun to declare,
The cause and effects of thy curse,
The counsel of God without fear,
That all may quit sin or quit us.
HYMN 92. P. M.
JUDGMENT DAY.
1 TI
HE seventh trumpet we'll 8008
A great white throne will soon appear,
Ten thousand angels round:
An angel turns the moon to blond,
Blows out the sun, consumes the flood,
And burns the solid ground.
2 Arise ye nations and come forth,
From east and west, from south and north,
Behold your judge is come:
What horror fills the guilty breast,
Compellid to stand the solomn test,
And bear his final doom,
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3 Depart, ye cursed, down to hell,
With fiery fiends for ever dwell,
No more to see my face;
My blessed gospel you withstood,
You set at nought my precious blood,
You slighted my free grace.
4 See parents and their children part,
Some shout for joy, some bleed in heart,
Never to meet again:
The wicked sink with doleful cries,
In hell to lift their baleful eyes,
And feel eternal pains.
5 In fiery chariots Zion flies,
And quickly gains the upper skies,
On Salem's happy shore;
Come in ye bless'd, will Tesus say,
You've fought the battle, won the day,
Come rest for evermore.
6 My socl is longing to be there,
O could I rise avd wing the air,
And trace the heavenly road:
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things,
Oh! that I had an angel's wings,
I'd quickly see my God.
HYMN 93. P. M.

THE EXILE OF EDEN.
1 AN in his first creation, in Eden
MA
God did place,
The public head and father of all the hu-
man race:
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'Twas by the subtle serpent he was be.
guild and fell,
Aud by his disobedience was doom'd to
death and hell.
2 Death was pronounc'd against him, death
was the penalty,
The law of God was broken, and must ful-
filled be ;
But man, the helpless creature, unable to
perform,
The smallest jot or tittle to build his hopes
upon.
3 While in this situation, behold the pro-
mise made,
The offspring of the woman shall bruise
the serpent's head,
And destroy the pow'rs of darkness, that
man should only feel,
The malice of the serpent a raging at his
heel.
4 The Scripture it was giv'n in spirit and
in truth,
In darksome types and shadows, the Sa.
viour was sent forth,
Its sacrifice and offerings he on the altar
slain,
No blood of goats and heifers can take
away the stain.
5 Lo! at the time appointed, Jesus unveil'd
his face,
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Assum'd our human natare, and suffer'd in
our place;
He suffer'd en Mount Calvary, yes, there
he ransom'd me,
The law demands attention, to pay the
penalty.
6 With rugged thorns they pierc'd and
nail'd
him to the tree,
All nature seem'd to mourn to behold the
cruelty;
But justice cried against him, come pay the
sinner's due,
The debt you've undertaken, you there-
fore must go through.
7 They plac'd him in a sepulchre, it being
near at hand,
The grave it could not hold him, nor
death's cold iron band;
He burst the bars asunder, he pull'd their
kingdom down,
He overcame our enemies, and wears a
starry crown.
8 Now at his resurrection, to Mary he ap-
pear'd,
Go tell to my disciples what you have seen
and heard;
Go tell them I am risen, and death can do
no more,
I'm going to my Father to dwell for ever
more
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9 He came to his disciples, and found them
all alone,
And gave them their commission to make
his gospel known;
Go preach it to all nations, baptize them in
my name,
Beginning at Jerusalem, 'twas there I suf-
fer'd shame.
10 Go preach it to all nations, that they
may hear and know,
Go publish free salvation, that men to
heaven may go;
In every sore temptation, you succour I
will send,
And lo! I will be with you until the world
shall end.
HYMN 94. c. M.
1 WEET rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before nrine eyes;
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly:
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind;
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main,
And leave the world behind.
2 While I'm imprison'd here below,
In anguish, pain and smart,
Oft times those troubles I forego,
When love surrounds my heart:
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In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky;
I then behold my heart's delight,
And would rejoice to die !
3 I view the monster death and smile,
Now he has lost his sting;
Though Satan rages all the while
I still in triuinph sing:
I hold my Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms,
No other good I'll know.
4 A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er,
I. hope to join the heav'nly host,
On Canaan's happy shore.
My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast,
In love's unbounded sea;
The glorious hope of endless rest,
Is transporting to me.
5 O come, my Saviour, come away,
And bear me through the sky,
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay,
Make haste, and bring it nigh:
I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thine image shine;
To triumpb in victorious grace,
And be for ever thine.
6 Then will I tune my harp of gold,
Tomy eternal King;
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Through ages that can ne'er be told,
I'll make his praises ring :
All hail! thou great eternal God'
Who died on Calvary!
And save me with thy precious blood,
From endless misery.
hogy Ten thousand, thousand, join in one,
To praise the eternal Three;
Prostrate before the blazing throne,
In deep humility.
The rise and tune their harps of gald,
And string the immortal lyre;
And ages that can ne'er be told,
Shall raise their praises higher..
IIYMN 95. P. M.
1 HERE is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love:
An everlasting temple,
And saints array'd in white,
They serve their great Redeemer,
They dwell with him in light.
2 This is no world of trouble,
The God of peace is there,
He wipes away their sorrows,
He banishes their care:
Their joys are still increasing,
Their sons are ever new,
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They praise the eternal Father,
The Son and Spirit too.
3 The meanest child in glory,
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendour,
Of that eternal throne;
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In godlike majesty;
The elders fall before him,
The angels bend the knee.
4 Is this the man of sorrows,
Who stood at Pilate's bar,
Condemn'd by haughty Herod,
And by his men of war?
He seems a mighty conqueror,
Who spoil'd the powers below,
And ransom'd many captives,
From everlasting wo.
5 The hosts of saints around him,
Proclaim his works of grace;
The patriarchs and prophets,
And all the worldly race;
Who speak of fiery trials,
And tortures on their way;
They came from tribulation,
To everlasting day.
6 Now with a holy transport,
They tell their suff'rings o'er,
Their fears and their temptations,
Aud all the pains they bore:
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,
They turn and bow to Jesus,
Who gain'd their liberty ;
Amid our fiercest dangers,
Our lives are hid in thee.
Long time I was invited
To gain that heav'nly rest;
Grace made no hard condition,
'Twas only to be bless'd;
But earth's bewitching pleasures,
Inclin'd me long to stay ;
I sought her dreams and shadows,
And joys that pass away.
8 But now it is my purpose,
The better way to find;
To serve my great Creator,
And leave my sins behind :
In guilt's seducing mazes,
I will no longer roam;
I'll give my soul to Jesus,
Who brings the ransom'd home.
9 And what shall be my journey,
How long I'll stay below,
Or what shall be my trials, ,
Are not for me to know.
In every day of trouble,
I'll raise my thoughts on high ;
I'll think of the bright temple,
And crowns avove the sky,
HYMN 96. P. M.
HEARKEN sinners, we have cause,
To warn you of your danger,

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We pray be reconcil'd to him,
Who once lay in a manger.
CHOR JS.
Ho! enery one that thirsts,
Come ye to the waters,
Freely drink and quench your thirst,
With Zion's sons and daughters.
2 The awful God who made your soul,
And all the world around you,
Doth charge you with ten thousand crimes,
But hiteth to confound you.
Ho! ccery one, &c.
3 Come all ye kumble, weeping souls,
Who long to be forgiv'n,
We bring glad tidings unto you,
From the good Lord of heav'n.
Ho! every one, foc.
4 There is a fountain deep and wide,
For sin and all uncleanness,
Come, drink, and wash, and be made white
And prove the gospel fulness.
Ho! coery one, foc.
5 Shall unbelief debar you from
The knowledge of your Saviour ?
Believe and you'll be justified,
Believe and live for ever.
Ho! coery one, &c.
6 I'm not surpris'd that saints do sing,
Or angels shout and wonder.
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I would sing glory i. I could,
As loud as mighty thunder.
Ho! every one. &c.
7 Poor sinners often laugli and scoff,
Because I sing hosannah,
But they don't know what this doth mean,
My soul is eating manna.
Ho! every one, &c.
8 My old companions think I'm lost,
Because I sing hosannah,
But they would sing as loud as me,
If they had tasted manna.
Ho! erery one, fo.
9 The cold professors do detest,
Such loud noise and hosannahs ;
And so did we before we sought,
And found this noly manna.,
Ho! enery one, &c.
10 When on my dying bed I lay,
My soul shall sing hosannah,
W’ith happy saints that shout around;
We'll have a feast of manna.
Ho! every me, &c.
11 A glorious throng have gone before,
Who sing and shout hosannah,
They stand around the tree of life,
And always gather manna.
ilo! every one, tec
12 Come on ye followers of the Lamb,
Love God and sing hosannah,
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We soon shall join that holy throng,
And always live on manna.
Ho! every one, &c.
HYMN 97. P. M.
1 AW ye my Saviour,
Saw ye my Saviour,
Saw ye my Saviour and my God?
O he died on Calvary,
To atone for
you
and
me,
And to purchase our pardon with blood.
2 He was extended,
He was extended,
Shamefully nail'd to the cross ;
O he bow'd his head and died!
Thus my Lord was crucified,
To atone for the world that was lost.
3 Jesas hung bleeding,
Jesus kung bleeding,
Three dreadful hours in pain:
O the sun refused to shine!
When his majesty divine,
Was derided, insulted, and slain.
4 Darkness prevailed,
Darkness prevailed,
Darkness prevail'd o'er the land :
And the solid rocks were rent,
Through creation's vast extent,
When the Jews crucified the God-man.
5 It is finished,
It is finished,
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And the atonement was made:
He was taken by the great,
And embalmed in spices sweet,
And in a new sepulchre laid.
6 Hail! mighty Saviour,
Hail! mighty Saviour,
The prince and author of peace;
O he bursts the bands of death!
And triumphant from the earth,
He ascended the mansions of bliss.
He's now interceding,
He's now interceding,
Pleading that sinners may live;
Crying, Father, I have died,
o behold my hands, my side!
To redeem them: I pray thee forgive.
8 I will forgive them,
I will forgive them,
If they'll but repent and believe ::
O let then turn to thee!
And be reconcil'd to me,
And salvation they all shall receivo.
HYMN 98. P. M.
TIME IS FLEETING MOMENTS.
1
MY
Y days, my weeks, my months,
my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole ;
Time like the tide its motion keeps,
And I must launch through endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
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2 The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly;
?? Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.''
3 My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall,
And thou must take thy flight;
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
4 How great the bliss, how great the wo,
Hangs on this inch of time below,
On this precarious breath;
The Lord of nature only knows,
Whether another year shall close,
Ere I expire in death.
5 Long ere the sun shall run his round,
I may be buried under ground,
And there in silence rot;
Alas! an hour may close the scene,
And ere twelve months shall roll between,
My name be quite forgot.
6 But will my soul be thus extinct,
And cease to live, and cease to think?
It cannot, cannot be ;
No, my immortal cannot die,
What wilt thou do, or whither fly,
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?
Men ny Will mercy then her arms estend,
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend,
And heaven thy dwelling place?
Or shall insulting fiends appear,
And drag thee down to dark despair,
Below the reach of grace
8 A heav'n or hell, and these alone,
Beyond the present life are known,
There is no middle space;
To-day attend the call divine,
To-morrow may be none of thine,
Or it may be too late.
9 O do not pass this as a dream,
Vast is the change, whate'er it seem,
To poor unthinking man;
Lord, at thy footstool I would bow,
Bid conscience plainly tell me now,
What it would tell me then.
10 If in destruction's road I stray,
Help me to choose the better way,
That leads to joys on high :
Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive,
Nor let me ever dare to live,
Such as I dare not die.
HYMN 99. P. M.
ON DEATA.
1 OW dreadful is the thought of death,
That soon will rob usof our breath
Though careless some remain;
In glory Christ you'll never see,
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Remember, sinner, this from me,
You'll feel eternal pain.
2 Soon will your day of grace be o'er,
Its loss for ever you'll deplore,
Come, now it's in thy power;
O, fly to the Redeemer's breast,
On which you may securely rest,
In death's uncertain hour.
3 When death our bodies shall assail,
Our stronger passions then will fail,
It sinks us to the grave;
Riches shall then be no defence,
Nor all the powers of eloquence,
Jesus alone can save.
4 No more let us in sin delight,
But all our days against it fight,
And when we come to die,
In Christ a lively faith we'll have,
Which reaches far beyond the grave,
And bids us death defy.
5 The righteous soon will meet above,
And prove the Saviour's boundless love,
O may we with them join,
In concert with the heav'nly liost,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
In ecstasies divine.
HYMN 100. C. M.
1
ARK! from the cross a gracious
voice
Salutes my ravish'd ears-
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Rejoice, thou ransom'd soul, rejoice,
And dry those falling tears.
2 Amaz'd, I turn, grown strangely bold,
This wond'rous thing to see ;
And there my dying Lord behold,
Stretch'd on the bloody tree.
3.Sinner,' he cries, behold the head,
*This thorny wreath entwines;
• Look on these wounded hands and read
• Thy name in crimson lines.
4 These wounds I bear, these pains I feel,
• This anguish rends my breast,
•That I may save thy soul from hell,
And give thee endless rest.'
5 Thy power, the sweetness of that voice.
My stony heart can move;
Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice,
And melt my soul to love.
6 No more my harp neglected lies,
With silent broken string;
From earth my soul has learn'd to rise,
And mount on eagles' wings.
7 My dying Saviour's wond'rous love,
On earth employs my tongue;
And when I walk in white above,
That love shall be my song.
HYMN 101. P. M.
1 MONG the Jewish nation one Dan
iel there was found,
A
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Whose unexampled piety astonish'd all
around;
They saw him very pious and faithful to
the Lord,
Three times a day he bow'd to supplicate
his God.
2 Among the King's high Princes this
Daniel was the first,
The King preferr'd the spirit this Daniel
did possess;
His unexampled piety sustain'd their jea-
lousy,
The princes sought his ruin, -obtain'd a
firm decree.
3 Should any man or woman, a supplica-
tion bring
For thirty days ensuing, save unto thee, O
King:
To any lord or master, or any other man,
They should, without distinction, fall in
the lions' den.
4 But now when Daniel heard it, straight
to his house he went,
To beg his God's protection-'twas all his
whole intent;
His windows being open, before his God
he bow'd,
The princes were assembled, they saw him
worship God.
They came to King Darius, and spake of
his decree,
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Saying, that Hebrew Daniel doth nothing
care for thee:
Before his God he boweth three times in
every day,
With all his windows open, and we have
heard him pray.
6 Now when Darius heard it, his soul did
sore lament,
He set his heart on Daniel, the sentence
to prevent;
The princes then assembled, and to the
King they said,
Remember your great honour, likewise the
laws you inade.
7 Darius then cominanded that Daniel
should be brought,
And cast into the lions' den, because the
Lord he sought;
The King then said to Daniel, that God
whom you adore,
Will save you from the lions, and bless you
evermore.
8 The King wont to his palace and fasted
all the night,
He neither ate nor drank, nor in music
took delight;
So early the next morning, he stole along
And came unto the lion's den, where the
bold Hebrew lay.
9 Then with a voice of mourning to Dan
iel cried aland,
the way,
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Saying, O Daniel, Daniel, thou servant of
the Lord;
Is not thy God sufficient for to deliver
thee?
That God in whom thou trustest and
serv'st continually.
10 My God hath sent his angel, and shut
the lions' jaws,
So that they have not hurt me, my ene-
mies they saw;
Then straight the King commanded to take
him out tlie den,
Because in God he trusted, no harm was
found in him.
11 Ser, how the faithful Daniel fear'd not
the face of clay,
'Twas not the King's commandment that
made him cease to pray;
He knew that God was with him, to save
his soul from death,
He trusted in Jehovah, and pray'd with
ev'ry breath.
SECOND PART.
1 Darius then commanded those wretches
to be brought,
Who had with so much boldness, the life
of Daniel sought;
On women, men, and children, the sen-
tence being pass'd,
Among the hungry lions, those sinners
then were cast.
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2 The lions rush'd with vengeance upon
those wicked men,
And tore them all to pieces ere they to the
bottom came;
Thus God will save his children, who put
their trust in him,
And punish their offenders with agonies
extreme.
3 'Twas then a proclamation, Darius is-
sued forth,
Commanding all the peoplethat dwelt upon
the earth,
To fear the God of Daniel, for he's the
living God,
Whose kingdom is for ever, and shall not
be destroy'd.
4 He maketh signs and wonders in hea-
ven and on earth,
Who hath delivered Daniel, and shut the
lion's mouth;
Who sav'd the Hebrew children, when cast
into the flane,
Who is the God of heaven, and spreads his
wide domain.
5 This Daniel's God is gracious to all his
children dear,
He gives them consolation, and tells them
not to fear;
He's promis'd to support them, and bring
them safe to dwell,
Eternally in heaven, but dooms their foes
to hell.
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6 Hark! sinners hear the gospel, it says to
you repent,
Come try a bleeding Saviour, for you his
blood was spilt ;
He died to purchase pardon, that we might,
by his power
Escape the roaring lions, that seek us to de.
vour.
7 0 will you be persuaded by one who
loves your soul,
To turn and seek salvation with Christ in
heav'n to dwell:
Come serve the God of Daniel, 'tis Jesus
bids you come,
You'll find a hearty welcome in Christ the
bleeding Lamb.
8-Glory to God, O glory, for his redeem.
ing love,
Religion makes us happy here, and will in
worlds above;
We'll sing bright hallelujahs, and join the
holy song,
With Moses, Job, and Daniel, and all the
heav'nly throng.
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THE SUPPER.
1 FOUNTAIN in Jesus which
nus
always free,
For washing and cleansing such sinners
as we ,
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Our sins, though like crimson, made white
as the wool,
No lack in this fountain, but always is full.
2 All things are now ready, he invites us
to come,
The supper is made by the Father and Son,
Rich bounties, rich dainties, here we may
receive,
A living for ever if we will believe.
3 The guests which were bidden refused
the call,
For they were not ready, nor willing at all
To be stripp'd of their honour, and part
with their store,
For a feast that was given and made for
the poor.
4 If they are not ready, and wish to delay
My house shall be fill’d, the Father doth
say;
The highways and hedges, the halt and
the blind,
Shall come and be welcome--the Supper
is mine.
5 He decks us with jewels, and rings of
rich kind,
A garment not woven, but richly refin'd;
Redeemed by Jesus, made heirs with the
King,
A plan of the Father in glory to sing.
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HYMN 103. C. M.
THE EVERLASTING SONG.
EARTonghas engross'd my love ton
1
long,
'Tis time I lift mine eyes,
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.
* There the bless'd Man, my Saviour site,
That Sun, 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 both our joys,
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.
5 Hark! how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run,
And echo in majestic sounds
The Godhead and the Son.
6 And now they sing the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
And bring the Father's equal down,
To dwell in humble clay.
7 O sacred beauties of the Man!
(The God resides within ;)
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His flesh all pure without a stain,
His soul without a sin.
8 But when to Calvary they turn,
Silent their harps abide ;
Suspended songs, a moment mourn,
The Lord that lov'd and died.
9 Then all at once to living strains,
They summon ev'ry chord ;
Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains,
And chant the rising Lord.
10 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue
Here's joyful work for you.
11 I would begin my music here,
And so my soul should rise;
O! for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies.
12 There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place;
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.
HYMN 104. L. M.
“ These things I command you, that ye love oro
another."'--John xv. 17.
1 M I indeed born from above ?
Do I partake of Jesus' love?
Then let me all my duty know,
And love by my obedience show.
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2 Fain would I love his person more,
And God in all his works adore;
O may his love my heart inflame, ,
With love to all that love his name.
3 Wherever I his image see,
O let those souls be dear to me!
Dear as the purchase of his blood,
Dear as the favourites of God.
4 Jesus to us his love doth shew,
And bids us love and follow too!
But, O! how little love sincere,
Is found in great professors here.
5 What anger, pride, and malice swell
Those breasts where love alone should
dwell !
O why should Satan thus devour,
Religion's glory and its power?
5 Come, Heavenly Spirit from above,
And fill our inmost hearts with love;
That we may say to all mankind,
" See how those love whom Christ hath
join'd:”
HYMN 105. P. M.
27
THE SACRIFICE.
THE
1
HE morning sun rose bright and
clear,
On Abraham's tent it gaily shone,
And all was bright and cheerful there,
All save the Patriarch's heart alone.
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While God's command arose to mind,
It forc'd into his eye a tear;
Although his soul was all resign'd,
Yet nature fondly linger'd there.
2 The simple morning feast was spread,
And Sarah at the banquet smil'd,
Joy o'er her face its lustre spread,
For near her sat her only child.
The charms that pleas'd a monarch's eye,
Upon her cheek had left their trace;
His highly augurd destiny,
Was written on his heavenly face.
3 The groaning father turn'd away,
And walk'd the inner tent apart,
He felt his fortitude decay,
While nature whisper'd in his heart:
0! must this son, to whom was giv'n,
The promise of a blessed land,
Heir to the choicest gifts of Heaven,
Be slain by a fond father's hand?
4 This son, for whom my eldest horn,
Was sent an outcast from his home!
And in some wilderness folorn,
A savage exile doom'd to roam!
But shall a feeble worm rebel,
And murmur at a father's rod ?
Shall he be backward to fulfil,
The known and certain will of God ?
5 Arise, my son, the cruet fill,
And store the scrip with due supplies,
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For we must seek Moriah's hill,
And offer there a sacrifice,
The mother rais'd a speaking eye,
And all a mother's soul was there,
She fear'd the desert drear and dry,
She fear'd the savage lurking there.
6 Abrah’m beheld and made reply,
On him from whom our blessings flow,
My sister, we by faith rely :
Tis God's command, and we must go.
The duteous son in haste obey'd,
The scrip was fill’d, the mules prepar'd,
And with the third day's twilight shade,
Moriah's lofty hill appear’d.
7 The menials they at distance wait,
Alope ascend the son and sire,
The wood on Isaac's shoulder laid,
The wood to build his funeral pyre.
No passions sway'd the father's mind,
He felt a calm, a death.like chill,
His soul was chaste and all resign'd,
Bowd meekly, though he shudder'd still.
8 While on the mountain's brow they stood,
With siniling wonder Isaac cries,
My father, lo! the fire and wood,
But where's the lamb for sacrifice ?
The Holy Spirit stay'd his mind,
While Abraham answer'd low and calm,
With steady voice and look resigo'd,
God will himself provide the lamb.
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9 But lo! the father bound his son,
And laid him on the funeral pile,
And then stretch'd forth his trembling
hand,
And took the knife to slay his child.
While Abrah’m rais'd the blade full high,
To execute his God's command,
An angel's voice, as from the sky,
Cried, Abraham, spare thine only son!
10 But let no pen profane like mine,
On holiest themes too rashly dare,
Turn to the Book of books divine,
And read the precious promise there.
Ages on ages rollid away,
At length the hour appointed came,
When on the mountain Calvary,
God did himself provide the Lamb.
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1
Afflicted and trembling with fear,
His heart with compassion was fillid,
For weeping he could not forbear.
Awhile his behaviour was rough,
To bring their past sins to their mind,
But when they were humbled enough,
He hasted to shew himself kind.
2 How little they thought it was he
Whom they had ill-treated and sold!
How great their confusion must be.
As soon as bis name he had told:


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“ I'm Joseph, your brother," he said,
“And still to my heart you are dear;
You sold me, and thought I was dead,
But God, for your sakes, sent me here."
3 Though greatly distressed before,
When charg'd with purloining the cup,
They now were confounded much more,
Not one of them durst to look
up.
“Can Joseph whom we would have slain,
Forgive us the evil we did;
And will he vur households maintain ?
O, this is a brother indeed!"
4 Thus dragg‘d by my conscience, I came,
And laden with guilt to the Lord,
Surrounded with terror and shame,
Unable to utter a word.
At first he look'd stern and severe;
What anguish then pierced my heart,
Expecting each moment to hear
The sentence, “ Thou cursed, depart!"
5 But oh! what surprise when he spoke,
While tenderness beam'd in his face;
My heart then to pieces was broke,
O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace:
Poor sinner, I know thee full well,
By thee. I was sold and was slain;
“But I died to redeein thee from hell,
* And raise thee in glory to reign.
6 " I'm Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'?
And crocified often afresh;
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"But let me nenceforth be esteemid,
Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh;
My pardon I freely bestow,
Thy wants I will fully supply ;
“I'll guide thee and guard thee below,
"And soon will remove thee on high.
7 “Go publish to sinners around,
" That they may be willing to come,
“The mercy which now you have found
" And tell them that yet ihere is room."
Oh, sinners, the message obey !
No inore vain excuses pretend;
But come, without further delay,
To Jesus, our brother and friend.
HYMN 107. P. M.
SHEPHERDS IN JEWRY.

1 WH
HILFshepherds in Jewry were
guarding their sheep,
Promiscuously seated, estranged from
sleep,
An angel from heaven presented to view,
And thus he accosted the treinbling few:
Dispel all your sorrows, and banish your
fears,
For Jesus your Saviour in Jewry appears.
2 Though Adam the first in rebellion was
found,
Forbidden to tarry on hallow'd ground;
Yet Adam the second appaars to retrieve,
The loss he sustain'd by the devil and Eve.
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Then Shepherds be tranquil, this instant
arise,
Go visit your Saviour, and see where he
lies.
3 A token I leave you, whereby you may
find,
This wonderful stranger, this friend to
mankind :
A manger his cradle, the stall his abode,
The oxen are near him, beholding your
God.
Then Shepherds be humble, be meek, and
lie low,
For Jesus your Saviour's abundantly so.
4 This wonderful story no sooner was
heard,
Than thousands of angels from glory ap-
pear'd;
They join'd in a concert, and this was
their theme,
All glory to God, and good will towards
men,
Then Shepherds strike in, join your voice
to the choir,
And catch a few sparks of celestial fire.
5 Hosannah' the angels in ecstasy cried;
Hosannad the wondering Shepherds re-
plied:
Salvation, redemption, all center'd in one,
Ill glory to God for the birth of his Son.
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Then Shepherds adier, we commend you
to God,
Go visit the Son in his humble abode.
6 To Bethlehem city the Shepherds re.
paired,
For full confirmation of what they had
heard;
They enter'd the stable with aspect most
mild,
And there they beheld both the mother and
child.
Then make proclamation, divulge it
abroad,
That both Jews and Gentiles may hear
from their God.
y Ye preachers be faithful, your duty dis:
charge,
Be fervent and zealous, your promise is
large:
Fear not to declare the whole council of
God,
Like comets you'll blaze while you travel
the road :
Go make proclamation, declare it abruad,
Tell the gentle and simple to come to the
Lord.
HYMN 108. P. M.

DROOPING SOULS.

ID
ROOPING saints no longer griever
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If on Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calls the mourners to him;
He has died for you and I,
Now look up and view him.
? From his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs a healing fountain ;
See the consolation tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
See the living waters move,
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.
3 Grace's store is always free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls, come unto me,
Weary heavy laden.
Though your sins, like mountains rise,
Rise and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely,
“ All shall be forgiv'n.
4 Now methinks I hear one say,
I will go and prove him;
If he takes my sins away,
Surely I shall love him.
Yes, I see the Father smile,
Smiling moves my burden;
All is grace, for I am vile,
Yet he seals my pardon.


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5 Streaming mercy, how it flows,
Now I know I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it.
Jesus' blood has heal'd my wounds,
Oh the wond'rous story;
I was lost, but now am found,
Glory! Glory! Glory!
6 Glory to my Saviour's name,
Saints are bound to love him;
Mourners you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to the Saviour's blood,
Feel it and declare it;
O that I could sing so loud,
That all the world might hear it.
7 If no greater joys are known,
In the upper regions ;
I will try to travel on,
In this pure religion.
Heaven's here, and heaven's there,
Glory's here and yonder ;
Brightest seraphs shout amen,
While all the angels wonder.
JIYMN 109. P. M.
OOR mourning souls in deep disa
tress,
Making sad lamentation ;
Find their souls dead in wickedness;
And under condemnation.
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Bright thunderbolts from Sinai's mount,
Do sound with loudest terror,
While they are lost in God's account,
O’erwhelm'd with grief and sorrow,
2 Ah, woe is me that I was born,
My soul's in grief and trouble ;
I seek for rest from night till morn,
Yet find my sorrows double.
Saith Satan, fatal is your state,
You once might have repented;
But now you know it is too late,
So inake yourself contented.
3 How can I live so much distress'd,
Under this sore temptation ?
I fear my day of grace is past
Lord, hear iny lamentation !
For I ain weary of my life,
I long to be forgiv'n-
Come then, dear Saviour of the world,
And fit my soul for heav'n!
4 But who is he that looketh forth,
Just like the blooming morning,
Fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
'Tis Jesus Christ adoring:
Jesus can clothe my naked soul,
Jesus for me hath died,
And now I can with pleasure sing,
My wants are all supplied.
6 Now peace, and joy, and love divine,
Into my soul are flowing.
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My will, O Lord, be lost in thine,
While through this world I'm going.
And when thou call'st my soal away,
I'll rise and sing in glory!
And join with all the heavenly hosts,
And cast my crown before thee.
HYMN 110. P. M.
THE STAR IN THE EAST.
H
1 AIL the blest morn when the great
Mediator,
Down from the regions of glory descends :
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the
manger,
(tends.
Lo! for your guide the bright angel at-

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Brightest and best of the sons of the morn-
ing!
Shine on our darkness and lend us your
aid ;
Star in the east the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redewer is taid.
2 Cold in his cradle the dew drops aro
shining,
Low lies his
head with the beasts of the
stall;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining
Maker and Monarch, and Saviour of all
Brightest and best, &c.
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3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devo.
tion,
Odours of Eden, in offerings divine;
Gems from the mountain, and pearls from
the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from
the mine? Brightest and best, &'c.
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favour secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the pray’rs of the poor.
Brightest and best, &c.
HYMN 111. P. M.
THE FAMILY BIBLE.
HI"
O, that I were as in months past.-Job xxix. 2.
1 OW painfully pleasing the fond re-
collection,
of youthful connexions and innocent
joy ;
When bless'd with parental advice and af-
fection,
Surrounded with mercies--with peace
from on high:
I still view the chairs of my sire and mo-
ther,
The seats of each offspring as rang'd on
each hand,
And that richest of books, which excelled
every other,
The Family Bible which lay on the stand.
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The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed
Bible,
The Family Bible which lay on the stand.
2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspira-
tioni,
At morn andatevening, could yield us de-
light;
And the prayer of our sire was a sweet in-
rocation,
For mercy by day, and for safety through
night.
Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony
sivelling,
All warm from the hearts of the family
band,
IIalf rais'd us from earth to that rapturous
dwelling,
Describ'd in the Bible that lay on the
stand
The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed
Bible,
The Family Bible tnat lay on the stand.
3 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we
parted;
My hopes almost gone-and my parents
no more,
la sorrow and sadness, I live broken-
hearted,
And wander unknown on a fur distan
shore;
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Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's
protection,
Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand;
0 let me with patience receive his cor-
rection,
And think of the Bible that lay on the
stand-
The old-fashion'd Bible, the car blessed
Bible,
The Family Bible that lay on the stand.
HYMN 112. P. M.
HERE two or three together meet,
My love and mercy to repeat,
And tell what I have done:
There will I be, saith God, to bless,
And ev'ry burden'd soul redress,
Who worships at my throne.
2 Make one in this assembly, Lord,
Speak to each beart some cheering word
To set the spirit free;
Impart a kind celestial shower,
And grant that we may spend an hour,
In fellowship with thee.
HYMN 113. P. M.
DANIEL'S WISDOM.
1 ANIEL'S wisdom may I know,
Stephen's faith and spirit show,
John's divine communion feel,
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Run like th' unwearied Paul,
Win the day and conquer all.
3 Mary's love may I possess,
Lydia's tender-heartedness,
Peter's ardent spirit feel,
James' faith by works reveal ;
Like young Timothy, may I
Every sifal passion fly.
3 Job's submission may I show,
David's true devotiou know,
Samuel's call O may I hear,
Lazarus' happy portion share;
Let Isaiah's hallowed fire
All my new born soul inspire.
4 Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer,
Gideon's steadfast valiant care,
Joseph's purity impart,
Isaac's meditating heart;
Abraham's friendship let me prove,
Faithful to the God I love.
5 Most of all may I pursue,
,
That example Jesus drew;
By my life and conduct show,
How he liv'd and walk'd below;
Day by day through grace restor'd,
Imitate my blessed Lord.
6 When those dreams of life are filed,
When those wasting lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Youth and fame and power are laid ;
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Where immortal spirits reign,
There may we all ineet again.
HYMN 114. C. M.
JACOB'S WELL.
1
T Jacob's well, a stranger sought,
His drooping frame to cheer;
Samaria's daughter little thought,
That Jacob's God was there.
2 This had she known, her fainting mind
For richer draughts had sigh'd;
Nor had Messiah, ever kind,
That richer draught denied.
3 This ancient well (no glass so true)
Columbia's image shops;
Now Jesus goes Columbia through,
But who the stranger knows?
4 Columbia must this stranger know,
Or soon her loss deplore;
Behold the living waters flow,
Come, drink, and thirst no more.
IIYMN 115. C. M.
* Remember thy Creator," &c.
IN life's gay morn, when sprightly
youth,
With vital ardour glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms,
Which beauty can disclose.
2 Deep in my soul, before its pow'rs
Aro yet-by vice enslavid,
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O
,
Be my Creator's glorious name
And character engrav’d.
3 For soon the shades of grief shall cloud
The sunshine of my days;
And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all my ways.
4 Soon shall my boart, the woes of age
In mournful groans deplore,
And sadly muse op former joys,
That now return no more.
HYMN 116. C. M.
The Lord's Prayer
1 UR Father who in Heaven art,
All hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
l'hroughout this earthly frame.
2 Give us this day our daily bread,
Our trespasses forgive ;
As we forgive our fellow-men,
For injuries receiv'd.
3 Into temptation lead us not,
From evil us defend;
For thine the kingdom is. O Lord,
And glory without end.
HYMN 11. C. M.
o that I were as in months past.-Job xxix. 2.
1 WEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'aing blood
Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
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2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tun'd my tongue;
And when the ev'ning shades prevailid,
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 pray’rs are now an empty noise,
For Jesus hides his face;
I read the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.
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 118. C. M.
The fear of God.-Prov. xxiii. 27.
1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of
heav'n,
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;
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And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray.
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 119. P. M.
1
AIL to the Lord's anointed!
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.
2 He comes with succour 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,
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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:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is-LOVE.
HYMN 120. L. M.
Hiding place.--Isa. xxxii. 2.
CAIL, sov'reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, ,
That gave my soul a hiding place.
2 Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
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3 Enwrapp'd in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding place.
4 But thus the eternal counsel ran :
"Almighty love! arrest the man;'
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place.
5 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."
O But lo! a heavenly voice I heard-
And mercy's angel soon appear'd;
Who led me on a pleasing pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place.
✓ On him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell ;
He bore it for his chosen race,
All now he is my hiding place.
HYMN 121. P. M.
BROTHER SAILOR.
Y
1 E sons of the inain, ye that sail o'er
the flood,
Whose sins, big as mountains, have reach'd
up to God,
Remember thy short voyage of life soon
will end,
Then come, brother sailor, make Jesu
your friend.
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your keel,
2 Look astern on your life, see your wake
mark'd with sin,
Look ahead! see what torments you'll soon
founder in :
The hard rocks of death will soon beat out
[hell.
Then your vessel and cargo will all sink to
3 Lay by your old compass, 'twill do you
no good,
(God;
It ne'er will direct you the right way to
Mind your helm, brother sailor, and don't
fall asleep,
Watch and pray night and day, lest you
sink in the deep.
4 Spring your luff, brother sailor, the
breeze now is fair;
Trim your sails to the wind, and those tor- .
ments you'll clear,
Thy leading star, Jesus, keep full in your
view,
[safe through.
You'll weather the danger, he'll guide you
5 Renounce your old captain, the devil,
straightway,
(astray;
The crew that you sail with, will lead you
Desert their black colours, come under the
red,
[led.
Where Jesus is captain, to conquest be
6 His standard's unfurl'd, see it wave
through the air,
[near;
And rolunteers coming from far off and
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the way,
Now's the time, brother sailor, no longer
delay,
[pay:
Embark now with Jesus, good wages he'll
7 The bounty he'll give when the voyage
doth begin,
Is justification and freedom from sin ;
Good usage he'll give, while you sail on
(broad bay.
And shortly you'll anchor in heaven's
8 In the harbour of glory for ever you'll
ride,
[sin's rapid tide:
Free from quicksands; and dangers, and
Waves of death cease to roll, and tempests
are o'er;
[no more.
The hoarse breath of Boreas dismast thee
9 Thy tarpaulin jacket, no longer you'll
wear,
Čfair:
Bat robes of bright glory all shining and
A crown on thy head, that would dazzle
the sun,
And from glory to glory eternally run.
HYMN 122. P. M.
YE
PANTING FOR HEAVEN
1 E angels, who stand round the
throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,
in rapturous songs make him known,
Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise:
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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 thcy,
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,
Almiglity to bring you safe there.
3 Oh, when will the period appear,
When I shall unite in your song?
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 long 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
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 you!
your choir,
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HYMN 123. P. M.
REDEMPTION.
N
1 NOW begin the heav'nly theme
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 redeerning 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 oppressid
Welcome to his sacred rest :
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing-bout redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string :
Mortals, join the hosts above-
Join to praise redeeming lore
FUNERAL HYMNS.
HYMN 124. c. M.
Children dying in their infancy in the arms of
Jesus.Matt. xix. 14.
1
T"
THY life I read my dearest Lord,
With transports all divine ;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face ;
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.
3 “I take these little Lambs," said he,
And, lay them on my breast,
" Protection they shall find in me,
“ In me be ever blest.
4 " Death may the bands of life unloose,
“ But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
" The family above.
5 “Their feeble frames my pow'r shall
raise,
• And mond with heavenly skill:
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“I'll give them tongues to sing my
praise,
" And hands to do my will."
6 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout with joy divine;
Dear Saviour, all we have and are,
Shall be for ever thine.
HYMN 125. P. M.
On the death of a Widou.
1 (IVE glory to Jesus our head,
With all that encompass his throne,
A widow, a widow indeed,
A mother in Israel's gone!
The winter of trouble is past,
The storms of affliction are o'er:
Her struggle is ended at last,
And sorrow and death are no more.
2 The soul hath o'ertaken her mate,
And caught him again in the sky,
Advanc'd to her happy estate,
And pleasure that never shall die:
Where glorified spirits by night,
Converse in their holy abode,
As stars in the firmament bright,
And pure as the angels of God.
3 Inflam'd with seraphical love,
Combin'd in a manner unknown,
Not given in marriage above,
Or given to Jesus alone ;
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The just, who admitted by grace,
That first resurrection attain,
With rapture each other embrace,
And one with the Deity reign.
4 O heav'n! what a triumph is there,
While all in his praises agree,
This beautiful character bear,
And shine with the glory they see!
The glory of God and the Lamb,
(While all in the ecstasy join,)
Darts into their spiritual frame,
And gives the enjoyment divine
5 In loud hallelujahs they sing,
And harmony echoes nis praise ;
When lo! the celestial King
Pours out the full light of his face ;
The joy, neither angel nor saint,
Can bear, so ineffably great ;
But lo! the whole company faint,
And heav'n is found-at his feet
HYMN 126. P. M
1 ERVANT of God, well done,
Thy glorious warfare's past,
The battle's fought, the race is won,
And thou art crown'd at last.
Of all thy heart's desire,
Triumphantly possess'd,
Lodg'd by the ministerial choir,
In thv Redeemer's breast.
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2 In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless pray'r he heard,
And bade thee suddenly remove,
To thy complete reward;
Ready to bring thee peace,
Thy beauteous feet were shod,
When mercy sign’d thy soul's release
And caught thee up to God.
3 With saints enthron'd on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
And still to God salvation cry,
Salvation to the Lamb!
O happy, happy soul !
In ecstasies of praise,
Long as eternal ages roll,
Thou seest thy Saviour's face.
4 Redeem'd from earth and pain,
Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus' presence reign,
With our translated friend!
Come, Lord, and quickly come,
And when in thee complete,
Receive thy longing servants home,
To triumph at thy feet.
HYMN 127. c. M.
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.-Rev.
xiv, 13.
1 EAR what the voice from heav'n
proclaims
For all the pious dead;
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Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They die in Jesus and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are !
From sufferings and from sins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
HYMN 128. c. M.
RAY, cast a look upon that bier,
А
corpse must preach to-day,
It tells the old, and young and fair,
Their house is built of
clay.
2 The strong may think their house a rock,
Yet soon as Jesus calls,
Some sickness brings a fatal shock,
And down the building falls.
3 The limbs, now lifeless, only crave
A coffin for their bed,
With leaye to find a silent grave,
And lodge among the dead.
4 The funeral knell, you hear to-day,
By tolling tells your doom ;
The hours are posting fast away,
To lodge you in the tomb.
5 But are you wash'd in Jesus' blood,
And thus prepared to die?
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This blood alone gives peace with God,
And ripens for the sky.
6 The Saviour yet invites you
all
To knock at mercy's gate ;
Arise, arise, for mercy call,
Before it be too late.
HYMN 129. P. M.
1 VHRISTIANS, view this solemn
Сні
scene;
And if your souls be sad,
Look beyond the cloud between ;
And let your hearts be glad.
Never froni your mem'ry lose,
The resurrection of the just;
Death's a blessing now to those
Who in our Jesus trust.
2 Deep interr'd in earth's dark womb,
The mould'ring body lies,
But the Chrisian from the tomb,
Shall soon triumphant rise.
Jesus Christ the righteous judge.
For all his people's sins was slain,
Give the Saviour without goudge,
The purchase of his pain.
3 Now the grave's a downy bed,
Embroider'd round with blood;
Say not the believer's dead,
He only rests in God.
Lord, we long to be at home;
Lay down our heads and sleep in thee;
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Come, Lord Jesus, quickly comc;
And set thy prisoners free.
HYMN 130. P. M.
Funeral Consolation.
r EAR what the voice from heav'n
declares
To those in Christ who die!
Releas'd from all their earthly cares,
They reign with him on high.
2 Then, why lament departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms ?
Death's but the servant Jesus sends,
To call us to his arms.
3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure,
Death has no sting beside !
The law gave sin its strength and pow'r;
But Christ, our ransom, died !
4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
When in the grave he lay ;
And rising thence, their hopes he rais'd
To everlasting day!
5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing-
" Where is thy victory, O grave ?
" And where, 0 death, thy sting ?"
HYMN 131. c. M.
At thc Funeral of a Child.
EMOANING the state of the dead,
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The soul of this dear child is filed,
Its sweet face no more I shall see.
To the arms of my Jesus 'tis gone,
Was snatch'd in a moment away,
Then let us prepare to go on,
It's a debt that we mortals must pay.
2 This wonderful bloom for its years,
This promising flow'r's cut down;
And parents drop pitiful tears,
While dust unto dust must return.
Resigning what God to us gave,
Submissive and meekly we mourn!
Let this teach us how to behave,
In the grave we must shortly lie down.
3 We'll cease to be fond of this clay,
We'll follow the spirit that's fled;
Where angels and bright company,
Do welcome it home to its God.
Clothed with immortality,
Adorn'd in the bright wedding dress,
Of innocent purity,
In paradise happy at rest.
HYMN 132. L. M.
For the Funeral of an Infant.
1 WAKE my soul and hear the sigh,
Of those who mourn this day
Let tears distil from ev'ry eye
And ev'ry mourner pray.
2 No more the smiling babe is seed;
Behold the gaping tomb!
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The tender plant so fresh and green,
Has met its final doom.
3 The golden bowl by death is broke :
The pitcher's burst in twain :
The cistern wheel has felt the stroke
The pleasant child is slain.
4 The winding sheet now binds its limbs,
The coffin holds it fast.
To-day it's seen by all its friends,
But this must be the last.
5 Until the Lord shall come to judge
The nations great and small,
And you and I before him stand,
And at his presence fall.
HYMN 133. C. M.
On the death of a Child. 2 Sam. xii. 22, 23
1 Nearly summons Jesus sends
To call a child above:
And whispers o'er the weeping friends
'Tis all the fruit of love.
To save the darling child from woe,
And guard it from all harms,
From all the griefs you feei below,
I call'd it to my arms.
3 Ah, do not rashly with me strive,
Nor vainly fast or weep;
The child, though dead, is yet alive,
And only fall'n asleep.
4 Tis on tho Saviour's bosom laid,
And feels no sorrow there;
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"Tis by an heav'nly parent fed,
And needs no more your care.
5 To you the child was only lent,
While mortal, it was thine ;
But now in robes immortal pent,
It lives for ever mine.
6 Arise, and run the heavenly road,
Nor in dumb mourning sit;
Look up towards the child's abode,
And haste to follow it.
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HYMN 134. P. M.
At the Funeral of a Child.
EHOLD! a sweet and lovely child,
Which once so fair, serene and
mild,
Has bid the world adieu !
No more it feels the pangs of death,
Or heaves the agonizing breath,
No tears its cheeks bedew.
2 Around the azure throne of God,
The soul now takes its high abode,
To dwell in heavenly peace;
Among the saints and angels bless'd,
It shall partake of endless rest,
In joys that ne'er decrease.
3 Why then lament this sleeping clay,
Or mourn the separating day,
Since he is free from pain!
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Yea, rather let us all prepare,
For portions that eternal are,
For this will be our gain.
4 With reverential awe and dread,
We view our infant children dead,
And grieve their hapless fate!
But did
we realize the joy,
Which does their blessed tongues employ
How pleas'd to see their state.
HYMN 135. C. M.
At the Funeral of a Young Person.
1 HEN blooming youth is snatch'd
away,
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impress'd
With awful power, I too must die --
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more,
Behold the gaping tomb !
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May ev'ry heart obey :
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
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5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose pow'rful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
6 Great God, thy saving grace impart,
With cleansing healing power ;
This only can prepare the heart,
For death's surprising hour.
HYMN 136. c. M.
Death and Judgment appointed to all.
Heb. ix. 27.
EAVEN has confirm'd the great
decree
That Adam's race must die ;
One general ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.
2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell;
Hark how the awful summons sounds,
In ev'ry funeral knell !
3 Once you must die, and once for all,
The solemn purport weigh ;
For know, that heav'n or hell attend,
On that important day.
4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake, the Judge to see ;
And ev'ry word, and ev'ry though,
Must pass his scrutiny.
HEAVE Nechas, confirm’d the great
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5 O may I in the Judge behold,
My Saviour and my friend,
And far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend.
HYMN 137. C. M.
Moses dying in the embraces of God.
EATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there ;
We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid,
And run if I were call'd to go,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promis'd land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.
4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath ;
And lose my life among the charms,
Of so divine a death.
HYMN 138. L. M.
1 Sfades the landscape from the
sight,
When evening shades obscure the light;
So fade, alas! the joys of earth,
And wither e'er they scarce have birth.
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2 As fades the lovely blooming flow r,
Frail smiling solace of an hour,
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasures only bloom to die.
3 As fades our friendship's early joy,
The seeming gold, is half alloy,
That tie that binds the human heart,
T'he closer drawn-will sooner part.
4 Thus fades our sweetest comforts here,
Our dearest friends--they disappear,
When the loud call from God is given,
“They sleep in death, to wake in heav'n.
5 But there are joys that never fade,
Where these privations ne'er invade,
Where virtue its reward shall prove,
And “triumph in redeeming love."
HYMN 139. C. M.
1 EATH may dissolve my body now
And bear
Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord ;
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.
3 God has laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which camot fade ;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.
1 D "And bear my spirit home :
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4 Nor has the king of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love, and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.
5 Jesus, the Lord, shall gaard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mino.
6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain:
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. Amer

FINIS.
INDEX.
18
Hyms.
AWAKE, O guilty world, awake,
1
Almighty love inspire,
32
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
38
Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound,
44
Arise and shine, O Zion fair,
48
As near to Calvary I pass,
49
Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height,
65
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
78
Afflictions though they seem severe,
79
Adieu! my dear brethren, adieu!
86
Among the Jewish nations, &c.
- 101
A fountain in Jesus which runs always free, 102
Am I indeed born from above,
304
At Jacob's well a stranger sought,
114
BEHOLD! the awful day is coming,
Brethren see my Jesus coming, -
28
COME, and taste along with me,
16
Come, sinners, leave your carnal songs,
20
Camp-meetings with success are crown'd, 22
Camp-meetings with thy presence crown,
23
Come, my Christian brethren, come,
34
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Come, ye that love the Lord indeed,
69
Come, my Christian friends and brethren, 13
Come, and taste along with me,
Come, humble sinner, in whose bresh
Come, my brethren, let us try,
Come, humble souls, ye mournons come,
DON'T you see my Jesus coming,
Dark and thorny is the desert,
66
Dear friends for a week we must part,
91
Drooping Saints, no longer grieve,
108
Daniel's
wisdom may I know,
112


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INDEX.
Hyn.
EARTH has engross'd my love too long,
103
FROM the regions of love, &c.
14
Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone,
60
From all tliat's mortal, all that's vain,
71
GLORY to Jesus for his love,
26
HOSANNAH to Jesus, &c.
2
Jlark! hear that solemn groan),
15
How blest are they whose hearts are clean, 19
llow can I vent iny grief,
21
jlis vestments of righteousness,
37
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds,
61
Ilow sweet, low heavenly is the sight,
62
How dreadful is the thought of death,
99
Hark! from the cross a gracious voice, - 100
Hail the best morn when the great Mediator, 110
Ilow paintilly pleasing the fond recollection, 111
Hail to the Lord's anointed,
- 119
Haii, sov'reign love, that first began,
120
IN evil long I took delight,
7
Is there any body here like weeping Mary? 10
In life's gay niorn, when sprightiy youth,
- 115
JESUS, at thy command,
12
Icsus, grant us all a blessing,
57
Jerusalem, my happy home,
59
KINDRED in Christ for his dear cake,
83
LISTED into the callise of sin,
11
Let thy kingdom blessed Sav gur,
33
Lord! what it wretched land is this,
51
Lord! when together here we nect,
50
Lord! distries with thy blessing,
58
MERCY,
Ou Son of David,
6
Mid scenes. Ofeonfusion, &c. -
24
My want oth in Jesus rejoice,
25
Mysont recurtous house of clay,
85
Man ice creation, &c. -
93
that my months, my years, 98

INDEX.
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Hynn.
NOW pilgrims let us go in peace,
46
Now begin the heav'nly theme,
- 123
O WHEN shall I see Jesus,
35
O thou in whose presence,
36
O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn,
39
o for a breeze of heaveniy love,
50
O shall we pine away,
Owhat amazing love is this,
03
Our souls by love together knit,
82
O hearken sinners we have cause,
00
Our Father who in heaven art,
116
POOR mourning souls in decp distress,
- 109
STOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
5
See th' Eternal Judge descending,
13
Saviour, visit thy plantation,
67
Sweet rivers of redeeming love,
94
Saw ye my Saviour,
97
Swect was the time, when first I felt,
117
THE Son of man they did betray,
3
To day if you will hear his voice,
4
Throughout the Saviour's lite we trace,
8
The voice of Free Grace,
31
Through tribulations deep,
41
The Lord's into his garden come,
43
The glorious day is drawing nigh,
*Tis good to wait upon the Lord,
64
There is a heaven o'er yonder skies,
70
There is a land of pleasure,
To keep the lamp alive,
76
The seventh trumpet we'll soon hear
92
There is a holy city,
95
The morning sun rose bright and cleary 105
Thrice happy souls, who born of heaven, 119
WHEN I survey the wond'rous crosi,
9
What glorious sound is this I hear,
17
With pleasure behold,
29
When languor and disease invade,
40
What various hind'rances we meet,
-45
We're met dear friends in Jesu's name,
1
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INDEX.
Welcome, dear brethren, to this place,
When sorrows compass me around,
When on the cross, my Lord, I see,
When my Saviour, my Shepherd is near,
Whither goest thou pilgrim stranger,
When I set out for glory,
Wbile Shepherds in Jewry, &c.
When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Where two or three together meet,
YE Jewels of my Master,
Young people all attention give,
Ye virgin souls arise,
Ye fearful saints march on,
Ye sons of the main, &c.
Yeargels, wlio stand round the throlle,
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75
80
84
88
. 89
- 107
- 106
119
30
42
68
90
121
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FUNERAL HYMNS.
AWAKE my soul, and hear the sigh,
139
An early summions Jesus sends,
133
As fades the landscape from the sight,
138
BISMOANING the state of the dead, 131
Behold a sweet and lovely child,
134
CHRISTIANS, view this solemn scene, 129
DEATII cannot make our souls afraid, 137
Death may dissolve my body now,
139
GIVE glory to Jesus our nead,
125
HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, 127
Hear what the voice from heaven declares, . 130
Heaven has confirm'd the great decree, 136
PRAY cast a look upon that bier,
128
SERVANT of God, well done,
126
THY life I read my dearest Lord,
124
WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away, 135

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