Q. /. >, HYMN BOOK Metlioaist Episcopal Clittrcli, Soutli. Nashville, Tenk.: Publishing House of the M. E. Church, South. Barbee & Smith, Agents. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1889, Bv THK Book Agents of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, in the Office o' tbe Librarian of Congress, at Washington. PBEFACE. The General Conference of 188C, be- iieving that the Hymn Book might be made more acceptable to our people by reducing its size and introducing new material, appointed a committee for its revision. The labor of the committee was care- fully performed, and has produced a book of doctrinal soundness and poetic merit, strictly maintaining, as in all pre- fious editions of Methodist psalmody, the Wesleyan character of the collection, We cannot urge too strongly the vital importance of diffusing in the homes of our beloved Methodism the unwasting fragrance of these hymns as a daily trib- ute to Him, all whose '^ garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of Che ivory palaces." Let our congregations hold the theol- ogy which has brought life to myria;d3, IS it is embalmed in tbese measures. a 2043571 PRF.FACE, Let our children in the Sabbath-school be trained to lisp in advance the melody of the skies. Let us render to our Meth- odism the glorj^ of having furnished from its own resources a psalmody un- equaled in its rich statement of Christian experience through all stages of nascent and perfected life, which has become the inspiration of youth and the treas- ure of age with God's people of our own and other Churches; and let us exclude from pulpit and prayer-room every utterance in song that would dis- place the doctrines and hymns of our Zion. The choice hymns of Montgomery, Newton, Cowper, and other ancient and modern poets will be found to have con- tributed to the classic and spiritual value of the book; but to the gifted muse of Charles Wesley, the sw^eet singer of Methodism, is this volume mainly in- debted for its excellence. It has been truly said that ''every phase of Christian, experience — its gloom, its struggle, its victory, its peace, its joy— finds in a Wesleyan hymn some true Castalian, almost seraphic, utter- 4 PREFACE. ttiiee. He wrote liis poems in a style so iui mediately available that thev rose upon the air while the ink was liardly dry; and now, after a century and a half, they are simg in every land and in most of the languages of the world. They hold the essence of sermons,* and serve as the liturgy of our Churches, Christian hearts can never let them die." May they continue to minister to the comfort and salvation of countless thou- sands, and secure a large revenue of p^raise to the Triune God ! Holland X. McTyeire, John C. Keener, Alpheus W. Wilson, John C. Granbeey, Robert K. Hargrove, "William W. Duncan, Charles B. Galloway, Eugene K. Hendrix, Joseph S. Key. January 1, ISS^. 6 HYMN BOOK. PAET I. FOR PUBLIC WORSHIP. SECTION I. BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 1 6s & 4s. 1 Come, thou almighty King, Help U3 thy name to sing, Help us to praise ! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious. Come and reign over us, Ancient of days. 2 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword. Our prayer attend ; Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success: Spirit of holiness. On us descend! 3 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred mtness bear In this glad hour: Thou who almighty art. Now rule in every heart. And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of i)ower ! 7 BEING AND PEBFECTIONS OF GOD. 4 To the great One and Three Eternal praises be Hence — evermore ! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Charles Wesley. C. M. 1 A THOUSAND oracles divine Their common beams unite, That sinners may with angels join To worship Grod aright ; 2 To praise a Trinity adored By all the hosts above; And one. thrice holy God and Lord Through endless ages love. 3 Triumphant host ! they never cease To laud and magnify The Triune God of holiness, Whose glory fills the sky : 4 Whose glory to this earth extends, When God himself imparts. And the whole Trinity descends Into our faithfal hearts. 5 By faith the upper choir we meet. And challenge them to sing Jehovah, on his shining seat. Our Maker and our King. 6 But God made flesh is wholly ours And asks our nobler strain : The Father of celestial powers, The Friend of earth-bom man. Charles Wesley. BBUNQ AND PEBFBCTIONS OF QOD. 3 CM. 1 Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord! Whom one in three we know ; By all thy heav'nly host adored, By all thy Church below. 2 One nndi^ided Trinity With triumph we proclaim: Thy universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, holy Father, we confess: Thee, holy Son, adore: Spirit of truth and holiness, We praise thee evermore. 4 Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord (Our heavenly song shall be), Supreme, essential One, adored In COetemal Three! Charles V/esley. 4 11, 12, 10. 1 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity. 2 Holy, holy, holy! aU the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden orowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down be- fore thee. Which wert, and art, and evermore shaltbe. 3 Ho-y, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee. Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; 9 BEING And pbefections of god. Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! AU thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! Reginald Meter. \ 7s. 1 Holy, holy holy Lord, God the Father, and the Word, God the Comforter receive Blessings more than we can give. 2 One, inexplicably three, One, in simplest unity : God, incline thy gracious ear. Us thy lisping creatures hear. 3 Thee while man, the earth-bom, sings, Angels shiink within their wings; Prostrate seraphim above Breathe unutterable love. 4 Happy they who never rest, AVith thy heavenly presence blest ! They the heights of glory see, Sound the depths of Deity ! 5 Fain with them our souls would vie; Sink as low, and mount as high ; Fall, o'erwhelmed with love, or soar; Shout, or silently adore! Charles Wesley. 10 BEIXa AND PEEFECTIOXS OF GOD. 6 S. M. 1 O BLESS the Lord, my sonl! Let all -within me join, And aid my tongae to bless his name Whose favors are dinne. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in nnthankfiilness, And without praises die. 3 "Tis he forgives thy sins; 'Tis he relieves thy pain; 'Tis he who heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again, 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave: He, who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor vrith good, He gives the suflf' rers rest: The Lord hath judgment for the proud. And justice for th' oppressed. Isaac IVaiis. 7 S. M. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glorj" sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown, He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his ovm, And all the solid ground. 11 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 0? GOD. 3 Come, TvorsMp at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord: We are his work, and not our own; He formed us hj his word, 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod: Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. Isaac IVatts. 8 S. M. 1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise. Above all blessing high. Who would not fear his holy name, And laud, and magnify ? 3 O for the li\ing flame From his own altar brought. To touch our lips — our minds inspire. And wing to heaven our thought! 4 There, with benign regard, Our hymns he deigns to hear; Though unrevealed to mortal sense. The spirit feels him near. 5 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 12 BEIN'G AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 6 Stand np, and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth, for evermore. James Montgomery. 9 S. M. 1 My soul, repeat his praise, "Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our gmlt remove. Isaac Watts. 10 L. M. 1 O THOU, whom all thy saints adore, TVe now vrith all thy saints agree. And bow our inmost souls before Thy glorious, awful majesty. 2 "We come, great God, to seek thy face, And for thy lo\dng-kindness wait; And O how dreadful is this place! 'Tis God's own house, 'tisheaven's gatel 13 BEINC4 AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD, 3 Tremble onr heart3 to find thee nigh, To thee our trembling hearts aspire; And lo! we see descend from high The pillar and the flame of fire. 4 Still let it on th' a.ssembly stay, And all the honse Ttdth glory fill; To Canaan's bounds point out the way, And lead ns to thy holy hill. 5 There let ns all with Jesus stand, And join the general Church above; And take our seats at thy right-hand, And sing thine everlasting love. Charles IVesUy. 11 L. M. 1 Thek we adore, eternal Lord; We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Thro' all the world do worship thee. S To thee aloud all angels cry. The heavens and all the powers on high; Thee, holy, holy, holy King, Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing. 3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell th' immortal song; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise. 4 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor thee: Thy name we worship and adore, World without end, for evermore. John Gamiold, 14 BKIXG AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 12 L. M. 1 Come, O my sonl, in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise: But O what tongue can speak his fame ? What mortal verse can reach the theme ? 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around him shine. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame Declare the glory of his name. 4 Eaised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing; And let his praise emplo^y thy tongue. Till listening worlds shall join the song, Thomas Blacklock. 13 L. M. 1 Peaise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Your he^.rts and voices in his praise: His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames; He counts theirnumbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned! 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds along the sky; There he prepares the ftnitfiil rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 15 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn ; He clothes the smiling fields with com: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 But saints are lovely in his sight, He ^-iews his children with delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, He looks, and loves his image there. Isaac Watts, 14 L. p. M. 1 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky. And earth, and seas, vsdth all their train*. His truth forever stands secure: He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor: And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the lab'iing conscience peace: He helps the, stranger in distress. The widow and the fatherless. And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death. Praise shall employ my nobler powers: 16 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Isaac Watts. 15 L. M. 1 OuE God ascends his lofty tltrone, Arrayed in majesty unknown: His luster all the t-emple fills, And spreads o'er all tii' ethereal hills. 2 The holy, holy, holy Lord Is by the seraphim adored; And, while they stand benea,th his seat, They veil their faces and their feet. 3 And can a sinful worm endure The presence of a God so pure ? Or these polluted lips proclaim The honors of so grand a name ? 4 O for thine altar's glowing coal To touch my lips, to fire my soul, To purge the sordid dross away, And into crystal turn my clay! Philip Doddridge, 16 C. M. 1 My God, how wonderful thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful thy mercy-seat In depths of burning Ught! 2 How dread are thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord, By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored! 2 17 BEING AND PEEFECTIOXS OF GOD. 3 O how I fear thee, IhTiig God, With deepest, tenderest fears. And worship thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears. 4 Yet I may love thee too, O Ijord, Almighty as thou art; For thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 5 No eartMy father loves like thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. 6 My God, how wonderful thou art, Thou everlasting Friend: On thee I stay my trusting heart. Till faith in vision end. Frederick William Faher. 17 6s, 8s, 4s. 1 The God of Abrah'm praise. Who reigns enthroned above — Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love: Jehovah, great I AM! By earth and heav'n confessed: I bow and bless the sacred name, Forever blest. 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, At whose supreme command. From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right-hand: 18 BEING AND PERFECTIONS 0? (K)D, I aD on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power; And him my only portion make, My shield and tower. 3 The God of Abrah'm praise, Whose all-sufScient grace Shall guide me all my happy days In all his ways: He calls a worm his friend! He calls himself my Gk)d! And he shall save me to the end, Through Jesus' blood! 4 He by himself hath sworn; I on his oath depend ; I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend: I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. Thomas Olivers. 18 6s, 8s, 4s. 1 The God who reigns on high The great archangels sing. And ''Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King! Who was and is the same, And evermore shall be: Jehovah, Father, great I Ail, We worship thee." 2 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow; O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace, Forever new: 19 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. He shows his x^rints of love — They kindle to a flame! And sound through all the worldsabove, The slaughtered Lamb. 3 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, '^ They ever cry: Hail, Abrah'm's God, and mine! (I join the heavenly lays) All might and majesty are thine, And endless praise. Thomas Olivers, 19 5s&6s. D. 1 O WORSHIP the King, All glorious above; O gratefully sing His power and his love; Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pa^^lioned in splendor. And girded with praise. 2 O tell of his might, O sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath The deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is his path On the wings of the storm. 20 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 3 Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light, It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distills In the dew and the rain. 4 Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, Nor find thee to fail: Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end. Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. Robert Grant. 30 5s&6s. D. 1 Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name all victorious Of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, And rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, Almightj^ to save; And still he is nigh; His presence we have. The great congregation His triumph shall sing. Ascribing salvation To Jesus, our King. 21 BEIXa AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 3 Then let us adore, And give him his right, All glory , and power, And wisdom, and might ; All honor and blessing, With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love. Charles Wesley. 2i 7s. 1 Let ns, with a gladsome mind. Praise the Lord, for he is kind; For his mercies aje endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 Let us blaze his name abroad, For of gods he is the God; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 3 All thhigs living he doth feed; His full hand supplies their need; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 4 Let us, therefore, warble forth His high majesty and worth; For his mercies aye endure. Ever faithful, ever sure. John Mtlton. 22 H. M. 1 Young men and maidens, raise Your tuneful voices high; Old men and children, praise The Lord of earth and sky: Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. 22 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 2 The universal King Let all the world proclaim; Let every creature sing His attributes and name! Him Three in Ouo, and One in Three, Extol to all etemit^. 3 In his great name alone All excellences meet, Who sits upon the throne, And shall for ever sit: Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. 4 Glory to God belongs: Glory to God be given, Ibove the noblest songs Of all in earth and heaven: Him Three in One, and One in Three, Extol to all eternity. Charles Wesley. 23 8s. 1 This, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as great as his power, And neither knows measure nor end. 2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last. Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home: We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come. Joseph Hart. 24 8s, 7s. 1 Peaise the Lord! ye heav'us, adore him, Praise him, angels, in the height: 23 BEING AND PEEFECTION'S OP GOD. Sun and moon, rejoice before him, Praise Mm, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord ! for he hath spoken, Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never shall be broken. For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious; Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints ^dctorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation. Laud and magnify his name! John Kei7ipthorne. 25 8s, 7s. 1 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glor^^ given. Holy, holy, holy Lord. 2 Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, " Lord of hosts. Lord God most high." . 3 "With his seraph train before him. With his holy Church below. Thus unite we to adore Mm: Bid we thus our anthem flow: 4 " Lord, th}^ glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fullness stored. 24 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord." Richard Mant. 26 8s, 7s. 1 GrOD is love: his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens: 2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move; But his mercy waneth never: Grod is wisdom, God is love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will his changele&s goodness prove; From the mist his brightness streameth: God is wisdom, God is love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comlbrt from above; Every^'here his glory shineth: God is wisdom, G<)d is love. John Bowring. 27 8s, 7s, 1 There's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea: There's a kindness in his justice, Which is more than liberty. 2 There is welcome for the sinner ; There are blessings for the good ; There is mercy with the Saviour; There is healing in his blood. 25 BEING AND PEBFECTIONS OF GOD. 3 For tlie love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. 4 If our faith were but more simple, We should take him at his word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Frederick William Faber. 28 s. M. 1 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear Ms name, Is such as tender iDarents feel: He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath: His anger, like a rising ^vind, Can send us swift to death. 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower: K one sharr) blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Isaac Watts. 29 s. M. 1 Father, in whom we live, In whom we are and move, The glor;/, jxkwer and praise receive Of thy creating love. 26 BEIXG AXD PEEFECTIONS OF GOB. 2 lucamate Deity, Let all the ransomed ra<;e Render, in thanks, their lives to the6> For thy redeeming grace. 3 The grace to siimers showed, Ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry, ''Salvation to our God; Salvation to the Lamb !" 4 Spirit of holiness, Let all thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thy heart-renewing power. 5 Eternal, Triune Lord, Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men, record And dwell upon thy love. 6 When heaven and earth are fled Before thy glorious face, Sing, all the saints thy love hath made, Thine everlasting praise! Charles Wesley. 30 s. M. 1 I HEAE thy word with love, And I would fain obey; Lord! send thy Spirit from above To guide me lest I stray. 2 O who can ever find The errors of his ways ? Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind, I would not dare transgress. 3 Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults, 27 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. And cleanse this guilty sonl of niiue.^ Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 4 While -with rcy heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God. Isaac Watts. 31 L. M. 1 Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God: Infinite leng-ths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings; And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And worms have learned to hsp thy name; But O! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind! 5 God is in heaven, and men below: Be short, our tunes; our words, be few! A solemn reverence checks our songs, An d praise sits silent on our tongues. Isaac Watts. 28 BEIXG AJS'D PEEFECTI0X3 OF GOD. 32 L. M. 1 God, thou bottomless abyss! Thee to perfection who can kno"V7? O height immense I What words suffice Thy countless attributes to show? 2 Unfathomable depths thou art ! O plunge me in thy mercy's sea! Void of true wisdom is my heart: "With love embrace and cover me! 3 While thee, all infinite, I set, By faith, before my ra"\"ished eye, My weakness bends beneath the weight: O'erpowered, I sink, I faint, I die. 4 G-reatness unspeakable is thine, Greatness, whose undiminished ray. "Wlien short-lived worlds are lost, shall shine When earth and heaven are fled away. 5 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, Essential life's unbounded sea, What lives and moves, lives by thy word: It lives, and moves, and is from thee! Ernest Lange. Tr. hy John Wesley, 33 c. M. 1 LoED, all I am is known to thee: In vain my soul would tr>^ To shun thy presence, or to flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. 29 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OP GOD. 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they're formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Then know'st the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge! deep and high; Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie. Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And liie a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Isaac Waits. 34 C. M. 1 Eaely, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky. Long for a cooling stream at hand ; AjQd they must drink or die. 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine: My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 30 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 5 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move. Or raise so high my cheerful voice. As thy forgiving love. 6 Thns, till my la^t expiring day, I'll bless my God and King: Thus wiU I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. haac Watts. 35 c. M. 1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all: Thy streng-th'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrows bow the spirit down, When virtue lies distressed Beneath the proud oppressor's frown. Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy sen^ants feel, Thou hear'st thy children's cry; And their best wishes to folfill, Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere: Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon tliy praise, And spread thy fame abroad: Let ail the sous of Adam raise The honors of their G^jd. Isaac V/aits. 31 BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 36 c. M. 1 Blest be our everlasting Lord, Our Father, God, and King! Thy sovereign goodness we record, Thy glorious power we sing. 2 Thon hast on ns the grace bestowed, Thy greatness to proclaim; And therefore now we thank our God, And praise thy glorious name 3 Thy gioiious name, and nature's powers, Thou dost to us make known; And all the Deity is ours. Through thy incarnate Son. Charles Wesley. 37 C. M. D. 1 Shall foolish, weak, short-sighted man Beyond archangels go, The great almighty God explain, Or to perfection know '? Eis attributes di^dnely soar Above the creature's sight. And prostrate seraphim adore The glorious Infinite. 2 Jehovah's everlasting days, They cannot numl3ered be: Incomprehensible the space Of thine immensity: Thy wisdom's depths by reason's line In A^ain we strive to sound. Or stretch our lab'ring thought t' assign Omnipotence a bound. 32 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 3 The brightness of thy glories leaves Description far below; Nor man, nor angel's heart conceives How deep thy mercies flow: Thy love is most unsearchable, And dazzles all above : They gaze, but cannot count or tell The^treasures of thy love! Charles Wesley. 38 L. M. D. 1 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens a shining firame, Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening earth, Eepeats the story of her birth : While all the stars that round her bum, And all the planets in their turn, - Cbufirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark, terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice, nor sound. Amid the radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, " The hand that made us is di\-ine." Joseph Addison. 3 33 BEING AND PEEPECTIONS OF GOD. 39 L. M. 6 1. 1 Infinite God, to thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise; By all thy works on earth adored. We worship thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow ourselves before thy throne. 2 Thee all the choir of angels sings. The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God; And "Holy, holy, holy," cry, *' Thy glory fills both earth and skyl" 3 Father of endless majesty, All might and love we render thee: Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints' eternal Comforter. Charles fVeslsy, 40 L. M. 6 1. 1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare. And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noonday walks he shall attend. And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant. To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps he leada, VThere peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 34 BEING AND PEEEECTIONS OF GOD. 3 Thougli in a bare and rugged Tray, Througli devious, lonely Tvilda I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ^ The barren vdldemess shall smile. With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Joseph Addison. 4i C. M. 1 God, our strength, to thee our song With grateful hearts vre raise; To thee, and thee alone, belong All worship, love, and praise. 2 In trouble's dark and stormy hour Thine ear hath heard our prayer; And graciously thine arm of jwwer Hath saved us from despair. 3 And thou, O ever gracious Lord, Wilt keep thy promise still. If. meekly hearkening to thy word. We seek to do thy wiU. 4 Led by the light thy grace imparts. Ne'er may we bow the knee To idols, wiiich our wajnvard hearts Set up instead of thee. 5 So shall thy choicest gifts, O Lord, Thy faithful people bless; 35 BEING AND PEKFECTIONS OF GOD. For them shall earth its stores afford, And heaven its happiness. Harriet Auber. 4:2 c. M. 1 Father, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise! Known thro' theearth by thou sand signs, By thousands through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power; Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still. 3 Part of thy name divinely stands, On all thy creatures writ: They show the labor of thy hands, Or impress of thy feet. 4 But when we \dew thy strange design To save rebellious worms, "Where vengeance and compassion join In their di^^Ilest forms, 5 Out thoughts are lost in reverent awe; We love and we adore: The first archangel never saw So much of God before. 6 Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brighter shone, The justice or the grace, Isaac Waits. 43 CM. 1 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; 36 BEIXG AXD PEBFECTIONS OF GOD. He plants Ms footsteps in the sea. Aiid rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace: Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste. But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter. And he ^vviil make it plain. WiUia^n Ccjjper. 44 C. M. 1 Since all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye snrv'eys. O who so wise to choose our lot, Or to appoint our ways! 2 Good when he gives — supremely good — Nor less when he denies: E'en crosses, from his .sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise. 37 BEINa AND PEBFECTIONS OF GOD. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious -mil Be every wish resigned. James Hervey. 45 C. M. 1 Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea; Thy paths we cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of thine unbounded grace. 2 As t^irough a glass, we dimly see The wonders of thy love; How little do we know of thee, Or of the joys above! 3 'Tis but in part we know thy will; We bless thee for the sight: Soon will thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light. 4 With rapture shall we then survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. John Fawcett. 46 C. M. 1 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our e\'il to remove, And helps our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still. Thou dost with sinners bear. That, saved, we may thy goodness feel. And all thy grace declare. 38 BEING AND PEEFECTIOKS OF GOD. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul, alx)und: A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drowned 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for ea«h, Enough for evermore. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are! A rock that caimot move: A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure; And while the truth of Grod remains. His goodness must endure. Charles Wesley. 4T L. M. 1 God of my life, whose gracious power Through various deaths my soulhath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head ; 2 In all my ways thy hand I own. Thy ruling pro\idence I see: Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to thee. 3 Whither, O whither should I fly. But to my loving Saviour's breast? Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest. 39 BEING AND FEEFECTIONS OF GGD. 4 I have no skill the snare to shun, But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art! I ever into ruin run, But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind. Lead me a way I have not known: Bring me where I my heaven may find. The heaven of loving thee alone. Charles Wesley. 48 L. M. 1 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear Thy great Pro^dder still is near ; Who fed thee last, will feed thee still: Be calm, and sink into his will. 2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky, In mercy stoops to hear thy cry; His promise all may freely claim: Ask, and receive in Jesus' name. 3 Without reserve give Christ your heart; Let him his righteousness impart; Then all things else he'll freely give; With him you all things shall receive. 4 Thus shall the soul be truly blest. That seeks in God his only rest; May I that happy person be, In time and in etemitj^ Samuel Eckitig. 49 L. M. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Tiiy truth shall break thro' every cloud That veils and darkens thy desi^^ns. 40 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 2 ForeTer firm thy justice stands, As monntains their foundations keep ; "Wise are the wonders of thy hands, Thy judgmenta are a mighty deep. 3 Thy proTidence is kind and large. Both man and beast thy bounty share: The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God! how excellent thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort springs : The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free. Springs from the presence of the Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. Isaac V/atts. 50 L- M. i Fathee of heaYen,whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend ; To us thy pardoning love extend. 2 Almighty Son, incarnate "Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quick'ning power extend. 41 BEING AND PEBFBCTIONS OF GOD. 4 JehoTah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterions Godhead! Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners "bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Edward CooPsr. 51 C. M. 1 The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey his will; He spe^aks — and in his heavenly height The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threat' ning asx>ect roar! The Lord uplil'ts Ms awful hand. And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine! Without his high behest. Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime In distant peals it dies: He yokes the whirlwinds to his car. And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations, bend — ^in rev'rence bend: Ye monarchsj wait his nod; And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God. Henry Kirke White, 52 c. M. 1 Geeat God, to me the sight afford To him of old allowed; And let my faith behold its Lord, Descending in a cloud! 42 BEIXQ AXD PEBFECTI0N3 OF GOD. 2 In tliat revealing Spirit come, Thine attributes proclaim; And to my inmost soul make known The glories of thy name. 3 Jehovah, Christ, I thee adore, Who gav'st my soul to be! Fountain of being and of power, And great in majesty. 4 The Lord, the mighty God, thou art; But let me rather prove That name inspoken to my heart. That fav'rite name of Ix)ve. 5 Merciful Gk)d, thyself proclaim In this polluted breast : Mercy is thy distinguished name, And suits the sinner best. Charles V/esley. 53 L. M. 1 Eee mountains reared their forms sublime, Or heaven and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages, in their flight. With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o'er. That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, the >Tisdom give Each parsing moment so to spend, 43 EEUSTG AND PEEFECTIOIn^S OF GOD. That we at length Tvith thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end. Harriet Auber. 54 L. M. 1 Holy as thou, O Lord, is none! Thy holiness is all thy ovm: A drop of that unbounded sea Is ours — ^a drop derived from thee. 2 And ^vhen thy purity we share, Thy only glory vre declare: And, humbled into nothing, own Holy and pure is God alone. 3 Sole, self-existing God and Lord, By all thy licavenly hosts adored, Let all on earth bow down to thee, And ovm thy peerless majest5^ Charles Wesley. O^ L. M. 1 Befoes Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign jiower, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men: And when, like wand'ringsheep, we stray 'd, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs. High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Yv'ide as the world is thj^ command; Vast as eternity thy love; 44 BEIXG AND PEEFECTIOXS OF GOD. Firm as a rock thy truth mnst stand. "Wlien rolling years shall cease to move. Isaac Watts. 56 L. M. 1 Eterxal depth of love divine, In Jesns, God with us. displayed, How hright thy beaming glories shine! How wide thy healingstreamsare spread: 2 ^ith whom dost thou delight to dwell ? Sinners, a vile and thankles>s race: O Grod! what tongue aright can tell How vast thy love, how great thy grace ? 3 The dictates of thy sovereign will With jov our grateful hearts receive: All thy delight in us fiiiai: Lo! all we are to thee we give. 4 To thy sure love, thy tender care, Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign: fix thy sacred presence there. And seal th' abode forever thine! 5 O King of glory, thy rich grace Our feeble thought surpasses far; Yea, e'en our crimes, though numberless, Less numerous than thy mercies are. 6 Still, Lord, thy saving health display And arm our souls with heavenly zeal: So fearless shall we urge our way Through all the powers of earth and hell. Count Zinzendorf. Tr. by John V/eslcy. 45 BEING AND PEEFECTIONS OF GOD. 57 L. M. 1 Parent of good! thy bounteous hand Incessant benefits distills; And all in air, or sea, or land, With plenteous food and gladness fills. 2 Each evening shows thy tender love, Each rising mom thy plenteous grace: Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move, Thy willing mercy flies apace! 3 To thy benign, indulgent care, Father, this light, this breath, we owe; And all we have, and all we are. From thee, great Source of being, flow. 4 Thrice Holy! thine the kingdom is, The power omnipotent is thine; And when created nature dies, Thy never-ceasing glories shine. Ernest Lange. Tr, hy John fi^esley. 46 SECTION II. MEDIATION OP OHEIS' 58 C. M. 1 Hask ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 9 He comes, the prisonera to release. In Satan's bondage held : The gates of brass before him burst ; The iron fetters yield ! 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ; And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes the broken heart to bind. The bleeding soul to cure ; And, with the treasures of his graoe, T' enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Fkilip Doddridge. 47 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 59 C. M. 1 Joy to the world — the Lord is come I Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth — ^the Saviour reigns ! Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace r And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. Isaac Watts. 60 C. M. 1 Mortals, awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay : Joy, love, and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran. And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew? And loud the echo rolled : 48 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portala of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran ; Ajid angels flew with eager joy To bear the news to man. 5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, " Glory to Crod on high ! Good- will and peace are now complete : Jesus was bom to die." 6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail ! Kedeemer, brother, friend ! Though earth and time and life shall fail, Thy praise shall never end. Samuel Medley, 61 C. M. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by All seated on the ground, [night, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind), " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. 3 "To you. in David's town, this day, Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord : And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, 4 49 MEDIATION OP CHRIST. All meanly wrapped in swathing-'bands, And in a manger laid." 5 Thus spoke the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God on high, And thus addressed their song : 6 "All glory be to Gk)d on high, And to the earth be peace : Good-will henceforth, from heaven tomen, Begin and never cease." Nakum Tate. 62 L. M. 1 SiKG, all in heaven, at Jesus' birth , Glory to God, and peace on earth : Incarnate love in Christ is seen, Pure mercy and good-will to men. 2 Praise him, extolled above all height, Who doth in worthless worms delight : God reconciled in Christ confess, Your present and eternal peace. 3 From Jesus, manifest below, Rivers of pure salvation flow. And pour on man's distinguished race Their everlasting streams of grace. 4 Sing, every soul of Adam's line. The fav'rite attribute Divine, Ascribing, with the hosts above. All glory to the God of love. Charles Wesley. 50 MEDTATTOX OF CHIilST. 63 7s. D. 1 Haek! the herald angeLs sing, ''Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; God and sinners reconciled.'' Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; Join the triumphs of the skies; With th' angelic hosts proclaim, ' ' Christ is bom in Bethlehem. ' ' 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord: Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb. Veiled in flesh the GDdhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity I Pleased as man with men t' appear, Jesus our Immanuel here. 3 Han the heaven-bom Prince of peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings: Jlild he lays his glory by, Bom that man no more may die; Bom to raise the sons of earth ; Bom to give them second birth. 4 Come, Be =5 re of nations, come! Fix in U3 thy humble home: Else, the woman's conq'riug Seed; Bruise in us the serpent's head; Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp thine image in itr. place: Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love. Charles Wesley. 51 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 64 c. M. 1 To us a Child of hope is bom ; To us a Son is given : Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him ail the hosts of heaven, 2 His name shall be the Prince of peace, For evermore adored; The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mightj" Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 4 To us a Child of hope is bom, To us a Son is given; The Wonderful, the Counselor, The niiglity Lord of heaven. yohfi Mcrrison 65 c. M. 1 Salvation, O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears: A sov'reign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin. At hell's dark door we lay; But we arise by grace Divine To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The s]3acious earth around, Wliile all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. Isaac Watts. 52 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 66 s. M. 1 Fathee, out hearts vre lift Up to thy gracious throne. And thank thee ibr the precious gift Of thine incarnate Sou! 2 The gift unspeakable We thankfully receiye, And to the world thy goodness teU, Ana to thy glory live. 3 Jesus, the holy child, Doth, by his birth, declare That God and man are reconciled, And one in him we are. 4 A peace on earth he brings, - Which never more shall end: The Lord of hosts, the King of kings. Declares himself our friend. 5 His kingdom from above He doth to us impart, And pure benevolence and love O'erflow the faithful heart. 6 Changed in a moment, v^-e The s^veet attrac-tion find, With open arms of charity Embracing all mankind. Charles Wesley. 67 L. M. i To us this day a Child is given, To crown us with the joy of heaven : 53 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. Good news from heav'n the angels bring. Glad tidings to the earth they sing. 2 All praise to thee, eternal Lord, Clothed in the garb of flesh and blood; Choosing a manger for thy throne, While worlds on worlds are thine alone, ?, A little Child, thou art onr guest, That weary ones in thee may rest; Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, That we may rise to heaven from earth, 4 Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset ^^ith gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for thee. 5 Ah, blessed Jesus, holy Child, Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Y/ithin my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for thee. Martin Lzither. Tr. by^. T. Russell. (Alt.) G8 8s, 7s. 1 Haek! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly halleluiahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy: " Glory in the highest, gloiy, Glory be to God most high! 3 " Peace on earth, good- will from heavea, Eeaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven ; Loud our golden harps shall sound. 54 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 4 '' Cbxist is bom, tlie great Anointed; Heaven and earth Ms praises sing; O receive whom Gk)d appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 " Hasten, mortals, to adore him: Learn his name, and taste his joy ; Till in heaven ye sing before him, ' Glory be to God most high:' " J'okn Cawood. 69 L M. 1 When marshaled on the nightly plain The glitt'ring host bes nd the sky, One star alone of all the . -ain Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. 3 It is my guide, my light, my all ; It bids my dark foreboding's cease ; And, through life's storm and danger's It leads me to the port of peace, [thrall, 4 Thus, safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever, and for evermore, The Star!— the Star of Bethlehem! Henry Kirke White. TO L. M. 1 To us a Child of royal birth, Heir of the promises, is given: Th' Invisible appears on earth. The Son of man, the God of heaven. 66 MEDIATION OF CHfilST. 2 A Saviour bom, in love supreme He comes, our fallen souls to raise: He comes, his people to redeem, With all his plenitude of grace. 3 The Christ, by raptured seers foretold, Filled with th' eternal Spirit's power, Prophet, and Priest, and King, behold. And Lord of all the worlds adore. 4 The Lord of hosts, the God most high, Who quits his throne on earth to live. With joy we welcome from the sky, With faitt mto our hearts receive. Charles Wesley. 71 C. M. 1 The Lord will come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err; Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger. 2 Mercy and Truth, that long were missed, Now joyfully are met; Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed And hand in hand are set. 3 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 4 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Shall bud and blossom then, And Justice, from her heavenly bower, Look down on mortal men. 5 Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God! Thee honor and adore 56 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. With my whole heart; and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore! John Miiton. 12 lis, 103. 1 Beiqhtest and best of the sons of the morning. Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shin- Low lies his head with the beasts of the staU, Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say. shall we yield him, in costly devotion. Odors of Edom, and off 'rings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh irom the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favor secure, Richer by far is the heart's adoration. Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor ! 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- ing, [aid! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Reginald Heber. 57 MEDIATION OF CEEIST. 73 8s, 73, & 4. 1 Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth: Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth; Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great Desire of nations; Ye have seen his natal star: Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King. 4 Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear: Come and worship. Worship Christ, the newborn King. 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you — break your chains: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. James Montgomery, 58 MEDIATION OF CHBIST. 74 L. M. 1 How sweetly fiow'd the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and gTace, TVlien list'ning thousands gathered round. And joy and gladness filled the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke> To heaven he led his foll'wers way: Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 "Come, wand'rers, to my Father's home; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:" Yes. sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. John Bowring. 75 8s, 7s. D. 1 One there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend: His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. Which of aJ] our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But the Saviour died to have us Eeconciled in him to God. 2 When he lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name : Now above ail glory raised. He rejoices in the same. O for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us. Lord, at length, to love ; We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. Jokn Nsivton. 58 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. le L. M. 1 What equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy name? 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of life, that groan'd and died: Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his almighty Father's side. 3 Power and dominion are his due Who stood condemn' d at Pilate's bar; Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, [here. Though he was charged with madness 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustained amazing loss; To him ascribe eternal mighty l^Tio left his weakness on the cross. 5 Honor immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head. And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Blessings forever on the Lamb, Who bore our sin, and curse, and pain: Let angels sound his sacred name. And ev'ry creature say, Amen! Isaac IVatis. t7 L. M. 1 Behold, the blind their sight receive! Behold, the dead awake and live! The dumb speak wonders! and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name! 60 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 2 Thus does th* eternal Spirit own, And seal the mission of the Son; The Father %'indicates his canse, While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 3 He dies! the heavens in monming stood! He rises — and appears a God ! Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence, and forerer, from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign. Which bear credentials so divine. Isaac Watts. IS L. M. 1 Now to the Lord a noble song ! Awake, my soul; awalie, my tongue: Hos3.nna to th' Eternal Name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See, where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace: God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone, 3 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme: My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 4 O may I rea.ch the happy place Where he unveils his lovely face! Where all his beauties you behold. And sing his name to harps of gold. Isaac Watts. 61 MEDIATION or CHRIST. 79 L.M. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law api)ears, Drawn ont in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such defrenc^ to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer: The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 4 Be thou my pattern: make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name, Among the foU'wers of the Lamb. Isaac Watts. 80 7s. D. 1 Holy Lamb, who thee confess, FoU'wers of thy holiness, Thee they ever keep in view, Ever ask, "What shall we do? " Governed by thy only will, All thy words we would fulfill, Would in all thy footsteps go, Walk as Jesus walked below, 2 While thou didst on earth appear, Servant to thy serv^ants here, Mindful of thy place abore, All thy life was prayer and love: 62 iiEDIATION OF CHBIST. Sucli our whole employment be, Works of faith and charity: Works of love on man bestowed. Secret interconrse with God. 3 Early in the temple meet, Let ns still our Saviour greet: Nightly to the moimt repair, Join our praying Pattern there: There by wrestling faith obtain Power to work for God again; Power his image to retrieve, Power like thee, our Lord^ to live. Charles IVesley 81 C. M. 1 Thou art the Way : to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And thq^e who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; Grant us that Way to know. That Truth to keep," that Life to win. Whose joys eternal flow. George IV. Doar.i 63 MEDIATION OF CHBIST. 82 L. M. 1 O LOVE Di\ine! that stooped to share Oiir sharpest pang, our hitt'rest tear, On thee we cast each earth-bom care, We smile at pain, while thou art near, 2 Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each ling 'ring year, Nopath weshun,nodarknessdread, [near!" Our hearts still whispering, "Thou aii; 3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The raurinuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, " Thou art near! " 4 On thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear; Content to suffer while we know, Living and dj^g, thou art near! Oliver Wendell Holmes. 83 c. M. 1 Out of the depths to thee I cry, Incarnate Son of God: The paths of our humanity, Thy fainting footsteps trod. 2 Thou Man of grief, who once apart Didst all our sorrows bear— The trembling hand, the fainting heart, The agony, and prayer! 3 Is this the consecrated dower. Thy chosen ones obtain. To know thy resurrection power Through fellowship of pain? 64 MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 4 Then, O my soul, in silence wait; Faint not, O faltering feet ; Press onward to that blest estate, In righteousness complete. 5 Let faith transcend the passing hour, The transient pain and strife, Upraised by an immortal power — The power of endless life. Elizabeth Eunice Marcy. 84 CM. 1 Dark was the night, and cold the ground, On which the Lord was laid; His sweat, like drops of blood, ran down: In agony he prayed. 2 " Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred \\dll; If not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I fulfill." 3 Go to the garden, sinner ; see Those precious drops that flow? The heavy load he bore for thee; For thee he lies so low. Tkotnas Haweis. 85 L. M. D. 1 O MASTER, it is good to be High on the mountain here with thee, Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days, Who once received on Horeb's height Th' eternal laws of truth and right. Or caught the still small whisper higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire, 5 65 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 2 O Master, it is good to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with thee : And watch thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow ; The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine ; Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured face. 3 O Master, it is good to he Here on the holy mount with thee : When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We how before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, "This is my Son, O hear ye him." Arthur Penrhyr, Stanley. 86 L. M. 1 When at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy ; Raptures divine my thoughts employ: I see the King of glory shine, And feel his love, fend call him mine. 3 On Tabor thus his servants viewed His luster, when transformed he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, ' ' Lord , 'tis pleasant here to dwell ! ' ' 4 Yet still our elevated eyes. To nobler visions long to rise; MEDIATION OF CHEI3T. TTiat grand assembly would -we join, Tv'iiere all thy saints around thee shine, Philip Doddridge. 8? lis. 1 O GARDEN of Olivet, dear honored spot, The fame of thy \yonder shall ne'er be forgot : The tiieme most transpor,ting to seraphs above ; Tlie triumph of sorrow, Aie triumph of love ! 2 Come, saint?;, and adore him: come bow at his feet! [meet: O give hi in the glory, the praise that is L'et joyfnl hosannas unceasing arise, And join tlie iull chorus that gladdens the skies. Maria Dt Fleury. %^ L.M. 1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies ; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or tv*"© For him who groaned l^eneath your lead: He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richest blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond rlogreef The Lord of glory dies for man! But lol what sudden joys wc seet Jesus, the dead, revives againl ' 07 J MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 4 The rismg God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's courts he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deiiv'rer reigns: Sing how he spoiled the hosts of heU, And led the monster death in chains! 6 Say, "Lire forever, wondrous King! Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Thenaskthemonster,"Where'sthy sting?" And, "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?" "i^ Isaac V/atts, 89 L. M. 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man! The Man of griefs, condemned for you! The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue! 2 See there, his temples crowned with thorn! His bleeding hands extended wide! His streaming feet transfixed and torn! The fountain gushing from his side! 3 Where is the King of glory now, The ev^tlasting Son of God? Th' Impaortal hangs his languid brow: Th' Almighty faints beneath his load ! 4 The earth could to her center quake, Convulsed while her Creator died: O let my inmost nature shake, And die with Jesus crucified ! 68 MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 5 At thy last gasp the graves displayed Their horrors to the upper skies: O that my soul might burst the shade, And, quickened by thy death, arise ! 6 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part: O rend with thine expiring breath The harder marble of my heart ! Charles Wesley. 90 73 & 6s. D. 1 O SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Kow scornfully surrounded With thorns, thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory. What bliss till now was thine. Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 Wliat thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain : Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain. Lo. here I fail, my Sa\iour: 'Tis I deserve thy place; Look on me with thy favor, Yoachsafe to me thy grace. 3 Be near me when I'm dying, O show ihy cross to me; And for my succor fiylng. Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith recei^ing, From Jesus shall not move; 69 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. For lie who dies "belie'sing Dies safely, through thy love. Bernardo/ Clairvaux. Tr.by/. IV. Alexander. 91 7s, 6s. D. 1 Jesus drinks the bitter cup, The wine-press treads alone ; Tears the graves and mountains up By his expiring groan : Lo, the pow'rs of heav'n he shakes; Nature in convulsion lies ; Earth's profoundest center quakes: The King of glory dies! 2 O my God, he dies for me, 1 feel the mortal smart! See him hanging on the tree, A sight that breaks my heart! O that all to thee might turn! Sinners, ye may love him too: Look on him ye pierced, and mourn For one who bled for you. 3 Weep o'er your desire and hope AVith tears of humblest love! Sing, for Jesus is gone up, And reigns enthroned above! Lives our Head to die no more, Power is all to Jesus given, Worshiped as he was before, Th' immortal King of heaven. Charles Wesley. 93 s. M. 1 Our sins on Christ were laid ; He bore the mighty load ; Our ransom-price he fully paid In groans, and tears, and blood. 70 MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 2 To save a world, he dies: Sinners, behold the Lamb! To him lil't up your longiug eyea; Seek mercy in his name. 3 Pardon and peace alx)und; He will your sins forgive: Salvation in his name is found — He bids the sinner live. 4 Jesus, we look to thee; Where else can sinners cro ? Thy boundless love shall set us free From wretchedness and woe. Jchn Fa-wcett 93 7s. D. 1 Bound upon th' accursid tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the balHed, burning thirst, By the drooping, death-dewed brow- Son of God ! 'tis thou ! 'tis thou I 2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and avrful, who is he ? By the sun at noonday pale, Shiv'ring rock, and rending veil, Eden promised, ere he died, To the felon at his side. Lord! our suppliant knees we bow — Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he ? 71 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. By the last and bitter cry, Ghost given up in agony, By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead. Crucified! Tve kno"w thee now — Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree Dread and awful, who is he ? By the spoiled and empty gTave, By the souls he died to save, By the conquest he hath won. By the saints before his throne, By the rainbow round his brow — Son of God I 'tis thou! 'tis thou! Ue-firy Hart Miima.n^ 94 C. M. 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree ! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee ! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes. And earth's strong pillars bend! The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. Z 'Tis done ! the precious ransom^s paid? ' ' Eeceive my soul ! " he cries : See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies! 4 But soon he' 11 break death 's envious chain. And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God, was ever pain, "Was ever love, like thine ! Samml Wesley. Sr. 72 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 95 L. M. 1 While in the agonies of death, The Saviour yields his latest breath, "We, too, will mount on Calv'ry's height, And contemplate the wond'rous sight ! 2 Lamb of Grod, by faith vre see How all our hopes are fixed on thee: Thy cross we see ordained by Heaven For man to look, and be forgiven. 3 By this thy saints to glory come ; By this they brave the martyr's doom; In this the surest proof we find Of (rod's vast love to lost mankind. 4 O banner of the cross, tmnirled To shine with glory through the world, O may we ever cleave to thee, And thou shalt our salvation be ! From the Latin. 'Yx. "by John Chandler. 96 L. M. 6 1. 1 O LOVE di\-ine ! what hast thou done ! Th' immortal God hath died for me ! The Father's coetemal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree ! Th' immortal God for me hath died : ;My Lord, my Love, is crucified. 2 Beliold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace 1 Come, see, ye worms, your -Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love, is crucified — 73 BIEDIATION OF CHRIST. 3 la crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true. Ye all are bought \vith Jesus' blood ; Pardon for all flows from his side ; Mj Lord, my Love, is cruciiled. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream . All things for him account but loss. And give up all our hearts to him : Of nothing think or speak beside. My Lord, my Love, is crucihed. Ckarles Wesley. m L..M.6I. . 1 Would Jesus have the sinner die ? Why hangs he then oa yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry ? (Sinners, he prays for you and me) ; "Forgive them. Father, O forgive. They know not that by me they live !" 2 Jesus, descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve. Great God of universal love. If all the world through thee may live, In us a quick'ning spirit be. And witness thou hast died for me. 3 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, Thee — by thy painful agony. Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, Thy cross and passion on the tree. Thy precious death and life — I pray, Take aU, take all my sins away. 74 MEDIATION OF CKEIST. 4 O let liic kiss thj bleeding feet, And bathe andVasb them -with my tears*, The story of thy iove repeat . In every di"Coping sinner's ears; That all may he^ir the quick'ning sound : Since I, e'en I, ha'/e mercy found. 5 O let thy love my heart constrain, Thy love for every sinner free ; That every fallen son of man May taste the grace that fonnd ont me ; That all mankind with me may prove Thy sovereign, everlasting love. Charles Wesley, 98 8, 8, 7. D. 1 Near the cross was ]\Iary weeping, There her mournful station keeping. Gazing on her dying Son : There in sjteechless anguish groaning. Yearning, trembling, sighing, moaning, Through her soul the sword had gone. 2 What he for his people sunered, Stripes, and scoffs, and insults offered, His fond mother saw the whole : Never from the scene retiring, Till he bowed his head expiring, And to God breathed out his souL 3 But we have no need to borrow Motives from the mother's sorrow, At our Saviour's cross to mourn. 'Twas our sins brought him from heaven j These the cruel naik had driven : All his griefs for us were borne. 75 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 4 When no eye its pity gave ua, When there was no arm to save us, He his love and j^ower displayed : By his stripes he wrought our healing, By his death, our life revealing, He for ns the ransom paid. 5 Jesus, may thy love constrain ns, That from sin vre may refrain us, In thy griefs may deeply grieve : Thee our hesfc affections giving, To thy glory ever living, May we in thy glory Uve. Jacoponi da Todi. Tr. hy James Waddell Algxandzr. 99 8,8,7. B. 1 From the cross the blood is falling, And to us a voice is calling, Like a trumpet silver clear : 'Tis the voice announcuig i)ardon- — li is finisked, is its burden, — Pardon to the far and near. 2 Peace that glorious blood is sealing, All our wounds forever healing, And removing every load; Words of peace that voice has spoken, Peace that shall no more be broken, Peace between mankind and God. Horatius Bonar.. 100 L. M. 1 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 76 :mediation of christ. 2 Too much to thee I cannot give ; Too much I cannot do for thee : Let all thy love, and all thy grief^ Grav'n on my heart forever be ! 3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my Gk)d ; And love, with softest pity joined. For those that trample on thy blood ! 4 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes and heave my breast. Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest. Paul Gerh'ardt. Tr. by John IVesley. 101 8s, 73. 1 Ix the cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring o'er the vrrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 "When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more luster to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure. By the cross are sanctified ; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 77 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 5 In tLo crcs3 of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the vrrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story '^ Gathers round its head snblime. John Boivrirg. 102 L. M. i When I sun-ey the Tvondrona crc3s On which the Prince of glory died, jMy richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should l^oast, Save in the dea,th of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts, 103 L. M. 1 'Tis finished! The Messiah dies, Cut ofi" for sins, but not his own! Accomplished is the sacrifice. The great redeeming work is done. 2 'Tis finished! All the debt is paid; Justice divine is satisfied; The grand and full atonement made: Christ for a guilty world hath died. 78 MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 3 The veil is rent in Christ alone; The living way to heaven is seen; The middle vrall is broken dovrn, And all mankind may enter in. 4 The types and figures are fulfilled; Exacted is the legal pain; The precious promises are sealed: The spotless Lamb of God is slain. 5 Death, hell, and sin, are now subdued All graee is novr to sinners given; And lo! I plead th' atoning Ijlood, And in thy right I claim thy heaven, Charles Wesley. 104 7s. 1 When on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, In the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face. Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would forever stay. Weep and gaze my soul away ; Thou art heaven on earth to me. Lovely, mournful Calvary James Montgomery, 79 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 105 7S. 1 Sons of God, triumphant rise, Shout th' accomplished sacrifice! Shout your sins in Christ forgiven, Sons of Grcd, and heirs of heaven! 2 Ye that round our altars throng, List'ning angels, join the song: Sing with us, ye heavenly po^vers, Pardon, grace, and glory, ours ! 3 Love's mysterious vrork is done: Greet Tve noTV th' atoning Son: Healed and quickened by his blood, Joined to Christ, and one Trith God. 4 Kim by faith we taste below. Mightier joys ordained to know, When his utmost grace we prove. Else to heaven by perfect love. CJiarles Wesley. 106 7s. 6 1. 1 EocK of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myseli" in thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Could my tears forever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring. Simply to thy cross I cliag. 80 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 3 While I diRvr this fleeting breath, "^Tien my eyes shall close in death. When I rise to worlds nnknowii, And behold thee on thy throne, Kock of ages, cleft for me, JjQt me hide myself in thee. Augitsijcs Montagne Toplady. 107 c. M. i Tkehe is a fountain filled ^th hlood, Dravm from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plunged beneath that flood. Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its poorer, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply. Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. When this ftoorHsping, stamm'riag tongue Lies silent in the gi-ave. IVilliam Ca-wper. 108 s. M. 1 Called from above, I rise. And wash away my sin : 6 81 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. Tlie streajn to which my spirit flies Can make the foulest clean.. 2 It runs divinely clear, A fountain deep and -wide : 'Twas opened by the soldier's spear In my Eedeemer's side! Charles Weal:^_i'. 109 B. M. 1 Not all the Mood of beasts> On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peac€., Or wash away the stain, 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb^ Takes all our sins away ; A sacriiice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine^ V/hile like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. Isacu: WalSs, no L. M. i 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone : 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The sufi^ring Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, The Sa-vaour wrestles lone with fears: E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and teais. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood : 82 MEDIATIOX OF CHRIST. Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether-plains Is home the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the slTaius That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William Bingham Tappan. 111 L. M. 1 By faith I to the fountain fly, Opened for all mankind and me, To purge my sins of deepest dye, My life and heart's impurity. 2 From Christ, the smitten Eock, it flows : The purple and the crystal stream Pardon and holiness bestows ; And both I gain through faith in him. Charles Wesley. 112 L. M. 1 O THOU whose off" ring on the tree The legal oli "rings all foreshowed, Borrowed their whole effect from thee, And drew their virtue from thy blood : 2 The blood of goats and bullocks slain Could never for one sin atone : To purge the guilty offerer's stain. Thine was the work, and thine alone. 3 Vain in themselves their duties were, Their ser^ices could never please, Till joined Ts-ith thine, and made to share The merits of thy righteousness. 4 Forward they cast a faithful look On thy approaching sacrifice; 83 MEDIATION OP CHEIST. And thence their x)leasing savor took, And rose accepted in the skies. 5 Those feeble types and shadows old Are all in thee, the Trath, fuinUed: "We in thy sacrifice behold The substance of those rites revealed. 6 Tliy meiitorions snff'rings past, We see, by faith, to ns brought back ; And on thy grand oblation cast, Its saving benefits partake. Charles Wesley. 113 8s, 7s ^c 4. 1 Hap.k ! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary ; See ! it rends the rocks asunder. Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ; '• It is finished ! " Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2" It is finished!" O what pleasure Do these precious words aiford ! Heavenly blessings, vvithout measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord : " It is finished!" Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All on earth, and all in heaven. Join to praise Immanuel's name ; Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb. Jonathan Evans, 84 MEDIATI0I7 OF C HEIST. 114 C. M. 1 Ye hnmble souls, that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears a-vvay ; Aud bow with ple-osure down to see The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; Such wonders love can do : Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 But raise your eyes, and tune your songs; The Saviour lives again : Not all the bolts and bars of death The Gonqu'ror could detain. 4 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears His once dishonored head ; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 5 With joy Kke his shall every saint His empty tomb survey ; Then rise vnfh. his ascending Lord, Through ail his shining way. Philip Doddridge. 115 C. M. 1 The Sun of righteousness appears, To set in blood no more: Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears, Your rising Sun adore. 2 The saints, when he resigned his breath, Unclosed their sleeping eyes : He breaks again the bands of death, Again the dead arise 86 :mediation of cheist. 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the \rme-i)ress trod: He dies and suffers as a man, He rises as a God. 4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Forbid an early rise To him who breaks the gates of hell. And opens paradise. Sajnuel Wesley, Jr. 116 s. x\r. i"THE Lord is ris'n indeed:" He lives to die no more : He lives the sinner's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 2 "The Lord is risen indeed : " Then hell has lost his prey ; With him has risen the ransomed seed. To reign in endless day. 3 "The Lord is risen indeed : " Attending angels hear — Up to the courts of heaven, -with speed. The joyful tidings bear. 4 Then wake your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord ; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly. 117 8s, 7s, 4. 1 Co:\iE, ye saints, look here and wonder ; See the place where Jesus lay : He has burst his bauds asunder ; He has borne our sins away ; Joyful tidings ! Yes, the Lord has risen to-day. 86 MEDIATION OF C*HEIST. ■2 Jesus triumphs! sing ve praises; By his death he overcame : Thus the Lord his glory raises, Thus he fills his foes with shame : Sing ye praises! Praises to the Victor's name. .. Jesus triumphs! countless ie.gions Come from heaven to meet their Kingl Soon, in yonder blessed regions, They shall join his praise to sing : Songs eternal Shall tiiroiigh heaven's high arches ring. ^ Thontas Kelly ^ 118 L. M. 1 I Kxow that my Kedeemer lives : ^Tiat joy the blest assurance gives! He lives, he lives, vrho once was dead ; He lives, my everlasting Head I '2 He lives, to bless me with his love 3 He Hves, txj plead for me above ; He lives, my hungry soul to feed ; He lives, to help in time of need. 3 He li^es, and grants me daily breath ', He lives, and I shall conquer death ; He lives, my mansion to prepare ; He lives, to bring me safely there. 4 He lives, aU glory "to liis name ; He lives, my Saviour, still the same : "What joy the blest assurance gives, I know that my Eedeemer lives I Samtisl Medley. 87 MEDIA«CIOX OF CHSIST. 119 L. M. 1 Ye faithful sonls, who Jesns know, K risen indeed \dth him ye are, Superior to the joys below, His resuiTection's power declare. 2 Your faith "by holy tempeiB prove. By actions show your sins forgiven! And seek the glorious things ahove, AndibllowChrjst, your Head, to heaven. 3 There your exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right-hand again^ In all his Father's majesty, In everlasting pomp, to reign. 4 To him continually aspire. Contending for your native place ; And emulate the angel-choir, And only live to love and praise. 5 For who by faith your Lord receive. Ye nothing seek or want beside : Dead to the world and sin ye live ; Your creature-love is crucified. 6 Your real life, with Christ concealed^ Deep in the Father's bosom lies ; And, glorious as your Head revealed, Ye soon shall meet him iti the skies. Charles Wesley, 120 L. M. 1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on highy Ten thousand angels filled the sky ; Those heav'niy guards around thee wait. Like chariots that attend thy state. MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear jSIore glorious, vrlien the Lord vras there : TThile he pronounced his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes Tvith awe. How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious fjowers of hell, That thousand souls had captives made, Were all in chains, like captives, led. 4 Eaised by his Father to the throne, He sent the promised Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men. That God might dwell on eanh again. Isaac IVaits. 121 L. M. 1 Ous Lord is risen from the dead ; Our Jesus is gone up on high! The povN-ers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits. And angels chant the solenm lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way : 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene : He claims these mansions as his right — Receive the King of glory in. 4 Who is the King of glory? T\Tio? The Lord that all oar foes o'ercame. The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthiew; And Jesus is the conqu'rors name. 89 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 5 Lo! his trimnplial chariot waits, And augels chant the solemn lay : Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give V7ay. 6 Vv ho is tlie King of glory ? Who.? The Lord, of glorious power possessed ; The King of saints and angels too, God over all forever blessed. Charles Wesley. 122 c. M. 1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above ; And celebrate his constant care, And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around. And high o'er all the shining train With matchless honors crowned, 3 The names of all his saints he bears, Deep graven on his heart ; Nor shall the meanest Christian say That he hath lost his pa^rt. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust. When gems, and monuments, and crowns. Are moldered down to dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast JSIay thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard. To endless ages borne. Philip Doddridge. 90 MEDIATIOX OF CHEI3T. 12-3 c. M. 1 With joy xre meditate the grace Of our High Priest above : His heart is rr^ide of teudemess, His bowels melt vdth love. 2 Touched with a sympathy Tvithin, He knows our feeble frame : He knows what sore temptations mean. For he hath felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out strong cries and tears ; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame : The bruised reed he never breaks, Kor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power : W^e shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour. Isaac Watis, 124 L. M. 6 1. 1 O THor eternal A^ictim, slain, A sacrifice for guilty man, By the eternal Spirit made An offering in the sinner's stead. Our everlasting Priest art thou. And plead'st thy death for sinners now. 91 lilEDIATION OF CHRIST. 2 Thy ofif'ring still continues new ; Thy vesture keeps its bloody hue ; Thou staud'st the ever-slaughtered Lamb; Thy priesthood still remains the same : Thy years, O God, can n^ver fail ; Thy goodness is unchangeable. 3 O that our faith may never move> But stand unshaken as thy love : Sure evidence of things unseen, Now let it pass the years between, And view thee bleeding on the tree, M.J God, who dies lor me, for me ! Charles Wesley. 125 L. M. 6 1. 1 Before the throne my Saviour stands, My Friend and Advocate appears : My name is graven on his hands. And him the Father always hears ; While low at Jesus' cross I bow, He hears the blood of sprinkling now. 2 This instant now I may receive The answer of his powerful x)rayer : This instant now by him I live, His prevalence vrith God declare ; And soon my spirit, in his hands, Shall stand where my Forerunner stands. Charles West ey. 126 7s. i Hail the day that sees him rise, Ravished froca our wishful eyes ! Christ, a'^vhile to mortals given, Re-ascends his native heaven. 92 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 2 There the pompous trinmph waits : "Lift your heads, eternal gates : Wide unfold the radiant scene : Take the King of glory in! " 3 Circled round Avith angel powers, Their triumphant Lord and ours, Conqu'ror over death and sin — Take the King of glory in! 4 Him though highest heaven receives. Still he loves the earth he leaves ; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 5 See, he lifts his hands ahove! See, he shows the prints of love! Hark, his gracious lips bestow Blessings on his Church below. Charles Weslev. 137 7s. 1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! Sons of men and angels say : Eaise your joys and triumphs high! Sing, ye heavens — thou earth, reply, 2 Love's redeeming work is done — Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal- Christ hath burst the gates of hell : Death in vain forl^ids his rise : Christ hath opened paradise. 93 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 4 Lives again our glorious King! "Where, O death! is now thy sting?" Once lie died our souls to save: "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?" 5 Soar we now where Christ has led Foil' wing our exalted Head : Made like him, like him we rise — Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Charles V/esley, 128 7s. 1 Eaeth, rejoice, our Lord is King! Sons of men, his praises sing ; Sing ye in triumphant strains, Jesus our Messiah reigns! 2 Angels and archangels join, All triumphantly combine; All in Jesus' praise agree. Carrying on his victory. 3 Though the sons of night blaspheme, More there are vith us than them : God with us, we cannot fear — Fear, ye fiends, for Christ is here! 4 Lo! to faith's enlightened sight All the mountain flames with light : Hell is nigh, but God is nigher. Circling us with hosts of fire. Charles Wesley. 129 8s, 7s. D. 1 Hail, thou once despis'fed Jesus ! Hail, thou Galilean King ! Thou didst suffer to release us ; Thou didst free salvation bring. 94 MEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame ! By thy merits we find favor : Life is given through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed. All our sins on thee were laid ; By almighty love anointed, Tliou hast full atonement made : All thy people are forgiven, Through the ^-irtue of thy ])lood ; Opened is the gate of heaven ; Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide! All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side : There for sinners thou art pleading, There thou dost our place prepare ; Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. 4 "Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to recei^'e : Loudest praises, vrithout ceasing, Meet it is for us to give : Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays : Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; Help to chant Immanuel's praise. yc/tn Bakewell. l^O C. M. 1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below ! 95 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. What x)atient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe ! 2 Fof, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung : Yet no ungentle, murm'ring word Escaped thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 O give us hearts to love like thee, Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee. Edrvard Denny. 131 C. M. 1 The head that once was cro-^-ned witli Is crowned with glory now, [thorns A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is his by sovereign right; The King of kings, and Lord of lords, He reigns in glory bright; 3 The joy of all who dwell above. The joy of all below, To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know. MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 4 To them, the cross, -with all its shame, With all its grace is given ; Their name, an eyerlasting nam'e — Their joy, the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with him above ; Their profit and their joy to know The myst'ry of his love. 6 To them the cross is life and health, Though shame and death to him ; His people's hope, his people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. Thomas Kelly. 133 c. M. 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race — A remnant weak and small — Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall : Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crovsm him Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball. To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 7 97 SrEDIATIOX OF CHEIST. 5 O that, with yonder sacred throng, We at Ms feet may fall! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all, Edward Perronet. 133 c. M. 1 How great the wisdom, power, and grace Which in redemption shine! The heavenly host with joy confess The work is all Divine. 2 Before his feet they cast their crowns — Those cro^vns which Jesus gave — And, with ten thousand thousand tongues, Proclaim his power to save. 3 They tell the triumphs of his cross, The suff' rings which he hore — How low he stooped, how high he rose, And rose to stoop no more. 4 O let them still their voices raise, And still their songs renew : Salvation well deserv^es the praise Of men and angels too! Eer.jamin BeddoTne, 134 H. M. 1 Rejoice ! the Lord is King ! Your Lord and King adore ; Morta^ls, give thanks, and sing. And triumph evermore : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Eejoice, again I say, rejoice, 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The Q^^K of truth and love ; When he had purged our stains, 98 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. He took Ms seat above : Lift Tip your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er eartn and heaven ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Sejoice, again I say, rejoice. 4 He sits at God's right-hand TiJI aU his foes submit. And bow to his command, And fall beneath his feet : Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Sejoice, again I say, rejoice. 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home : Yfe soon shall hear th' archangel's voice ; The trump of Gk)d shall sound, Rejoice! Charles V/'esley. 135 lOs, lis. Pec. 1 Ziox, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the highest, how lowly his birth ! The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King I 99 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 2 Tellhowhecometli; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round : How free to the faithful he offers salvation, His people with joy everlasting are croAvned ! Cho. — Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 3 IMortals, your homage be gratefully bring- ing, ^ [arise ; And" sweet let the gladsome hosanna Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Cho. — Shout theglad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! William Au£^istus Mtchlenberg. 136 8s, 7s, 4. 1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious : See tbe Man of sorrows now ; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow : Crown him, crown him ; Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him j Eich the trophies Jesus brings ; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the vault of heaven rings : Crown him, crown him : Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him. Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name : 100 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. Crown him, crown him ; Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark, those "bursts of acclamation ! Hark, those loud triumphant chords ! Jesus takes the highest station : O what joy the sight affords ! Crown him, crown him. King of king-s, and Lord of lords. Thotnas Kelly. 137 8s, 7s. D. 1 Haek, ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above! Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices ; Jesus reigns, the God of love ; See, he sits on yonder throne ; Jesus rules the world alone. Hallelujah, hallelujah, HaUelujah, Amen. 2 Jesus, hail ! whose gloiy brightens All above, and gives it worth ; Lord of life, thy smile enlightens. Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth ; When we think of love like thine, Lord, we otsti it love di\ine, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing : Bring, O bring the glorious day. "When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away ; Then with golden harps we'll sing, *' Glory, glor}^ to our King ! '' Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amea. Thomas Kelly. 101 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 138 L. M. 1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Eedeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me : His ioviug-kiiidness, O how free ! 2 He Siiw me ruined by the fall, Yet loved me, not^thstanding all ; ile saved lue from my lost estate : His loving-kindnesS, b how great! 3 Though uumerous hosts of mighty foes. Though earth and hell my way oppose. He safely leads my soul along : His lo\'ing-kindiiess, O how strong ! 4 When trouTile, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud. He near my soul has always stood : His ia%ing-knidiiess, O how good ! Santusl MfdUy. 139 c. p. M. 1 O COULD I speak the matchless worth, O cx>uid I sound the gloiies forth, Which in my Sa\iour shine I I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And %ie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine. ", I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, ^Ij ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin, and wi'ath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness. In which all-perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 102 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 3 I'd sing the cliara<3t€rs he bears, And ail the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songtj of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful dav will come "When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face ; Then ^vith my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll s^send. Triumphant in his grace. Samuel Medley. 140 83, 7s. D. 1 ^^IiQHTY God, while angels bless thee, May a mortal lisp thy name? Lord of men, as well as angels, Thou art every creature's theme. Lord of every land and nation. Ancient of eternal days. Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just and lawful jpiaise, 2 For the grandeur of thy nature — Grand beyond a seraph's thought — For created works of jwwer, Works with skill and kindness wrought ; For thy providence that governs Through thine empire's wide dumaiiL Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; EiessM lie thy gentle reign. 3 But thy rich, thy free redemption. Dark through brightness all along! Thought is poor, and poor expression : WTio dare sing that a^vful song ? 103 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. Briglitness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence Sing the Lord who came to die. 4 Did archangels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays ? Shame would cover me, ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise. From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest woe — All to ransom guilty captives — Flow, my praise, forever flow ! Robert Robinson. 141 H. M. i Let earth and heaven agree, Angels and men be joined, To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind ; T' adore the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesus' name. 2 Jesus! transi>orting sound! The joy of earth and heaven : No other help is found. No other name is given. By which we can salvation have ; But Jesus came the world to save. 3 O unexampled love ! O all-redeeming grace ! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race ! What shall I do to make it known What thou for all mankind hast done? 104 MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 4 O for a trnmpet voice, On all the world to call I To "bid their hearts rejoice In hiior who died for all ! For all my Lord was crucified ; For all, for all my Sa\aour died, Charles Wesley. 143 C. M. 1 Behold wherein a mortal form Appears each grace divine ! The virtnes, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his di\iiie employ. 3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends A fiiend and servant found : He washed their feet, he wiped their tears. And healed each bleeding wound. 4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood : His foes, ungrateful, sought his life : He labored for their good. 5 In the last hours of deep distress, Before his Father's throne. With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 6 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide ! His image may we bear ! O may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share ! V/i!iIani Enfield. 105 MEDIATION OF CHEIST. 143 c. M. 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs Vrith angels round the throne : Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slahi for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 The whole creation join in one To bless tlie sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Isaac }Vaii£. 144 c. M. 1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise. Where will the grovring numbers end, The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; Thy goodness I adore ; Send down thy gi-ace, O blessed Lord, That I may love thee more. 3 ily feet shall travel all the length Oi the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength, To see the Lord my God. 106 MEDIATION OF CHSI3T. 4 Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powera : "With this delightful song, I'll eutertarn the darkest hours, Xor think the season long. haac IVatis. 145 c. M. 1 Jesus, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thine ; The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy blessed face and mine. 2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, Yet art thou oft with me ; And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot As where I meet with thee. 3 Like some bright dream that a:!m83 unsougiit "When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought, And charms my ravished soul. 4 Yet though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone, I love thee, dearest Lord, and will. Unseen, but not unknoTNTi. 5 YThen death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart, The rending veil shall thee reveal, All-glorious as thou art. Ray Palmer. 146 C. M. 1 O JEsrs. Light of all below, Thou Fount of living lire. Surpassing ail the joys we knoWj And all we can desii'e ! 107 MEDIATION OE CHRIST. 2 When once tliou visitest the heart, Then truth begins to shine, Then earthly vanities depart, Then kindles love divine. 3 O Jesus, Sa\iour, hear the sighs Which unto thee we send ; To thee our inmost spirit cries, To thee our prayers ascend. 4 Abide with us, and let thy light Shine, Lord, on every heart ; Dispel the darkness of our night. And joy to all impart. 5 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven, Our Life and Joy ! to thee Be honor, thanks, and blessing given Through all eternity ! Bernard of Clairvatix . Tr. by E. CaswalL 147 c. M. 1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst his Father's throne, Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The Church adore around ; With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweetest sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain Be endless blessings paid : 108 MiSDIATION OF CHEIST. Salvation, glory, joy, remain Forever, on thy head. 5 Thou hast redeemed our souls -with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free ; Hast made ns kings and priests to God ; And we shall reign with thee. Isaac Waits. 148 8s, 7s. D. 1 LoED, with glowing heart I'd praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows ; For the pard'ning grace that saves rae. And the peace that irorn it flows ; Help, O God, my weak endeavor ; This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never Can my soul be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wand'rer, far astray ; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away ; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling. Him who saw thy guilt-bom fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express : Low before thy footstool kneeling. Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless ; Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise ; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praiiie. Francis Scoti Key. 109 MEDIyiTION OF CHRIST. 149 78. 1 Now begin the heavenly tiieme ; Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; Ye vrbo his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Mourning souls, dry up your tears Banish all your guilty fears ; See your guilt and curse remove, Canceled by redeeming love. Welcome to his sacred rest NotJiing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 4 Hither, then, your music bring ; Strike aloud each cheerful string ; Mortals, join the host above, Join to praise redeeming love. John Lang/ord. 150 n. M. i Shall hymns of grateful love Through heaven's high arches ring. And all the hosts above Their songs of triumph sing ; And shall not we take up the strain. And send the echo back again ? 2 Shall they adore the Lord, Who bought them with his blood, And all the love record That led them home to God ; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again' 110 MEDIATIOX OF CHRIST. 3 O spread the joyful sonnd, The Sa^ionr's love proclaim. And publish all arourid Salvation through his name ; Till all the -^orld take up the strain, And send the echo back again. Jantcs J. CummzKS. 151 C. M. 1 My God ! 1 love thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby ; Nor yet because, if I love not, I must forever die ; 2 Xot for the sake of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward , But as thyself hast loved me, O ever-loving Lord. 3 Thou, O my Saviour, thou didst me Upon the cross embrace, For me didst bear the nails and spear And manifold disgrace, 4 And griefs and torments numberless. And sweat of agony. E'en death itself— and all for me, "Wiio vras thine enemy. 5 Then vrhy, since thou first lovedst me. Should I not love thee vrell. E'en though I had not heaven to vrin Or to escape from hell ? 6 So will I love thee; dearest Lord, And in thy praise will sing. Because thou art my Saviour Gk»d, ' And my eternal King. Francis Xavier. Tr. by Edward Caswall. Ill MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 152 c. M, 1 Jesus, the very thought of thee With sweetness fills the breast ; But sweeter far thj^ face to see, And in thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind ! 3 O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek, To those who ask, how kind thou art ! How good to those who seek ! 4 But what to those who find? Ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is. None but his loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be ; In thee be all our glory now. And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux. Tr. by Edward Casivall. 153 c. M. 1 Ho"SV sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes 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. 112 MEDIATION OF CHHIST. 3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-failing treasury, 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, 'Accei)t 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 proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of thy name Eefresh my soul in death. John Ne~a.