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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. 


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 

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. 




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 

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- 


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^. 







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 ! 


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. 


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 

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; 


BEING And pbefections of god. 

Only thou art holy; there is none beside 

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. 



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. 


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. 


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 


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, 


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. 



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: 


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 


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: 



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: 



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. 


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. 


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. 


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: 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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, 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 



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. 


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 


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. 



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; 


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; 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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! 


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, 


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; 


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. 



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. 




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. 

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 
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 : 


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 


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. 



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. 



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. 


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 : 


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. 


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. 


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 


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 

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine 

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 
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 

Myrrh irom the forest, and gold from 

the mine? 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 

Vainly with gifts would his favor 
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. 



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, 



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. 



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! 


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 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. 



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: 


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 



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? 


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 


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; 


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 


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 


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 

"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 ! 


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; 


For lie who dies "belie'sing 
Dies safely, through thy love. 

Bernardo/ Clairvaux. 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. 


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 ? 



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. 


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 — 


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. 


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. 


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. 

: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. 



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. 


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, 



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. 



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 


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 : 



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; 


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 ; 

Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 

Jonathan Evans, 



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 

: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. 


■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. 



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. 


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. 


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. 



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. 


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 


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. 


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. 



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. 


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 ! 


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. 


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 


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, 


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 


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 : 


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. 



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. 


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 ? 


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? 


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. 



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. 


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 

"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 ! 


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 : 


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. 



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' 


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. 


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. 


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.<ton. 

154 C. M. 

1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crowned^ 
His lips with grace o'erfiow. 

2 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 

And flew to my relief ; 
For me he bore the shameful cross. 
And carried all my grief. 

3 To heaven, the place of his abode, 

He brings my wearj^ feet ; 
Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joys complete. 
8 113 


4 Since from his bounty I receive 
Such proofs of love divine, 
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all he thine. 

Samuel StennetL 

155 c. M. 

1 Pluxged in a gulf of dark despair, 

We vrretched sinners lay, 
Yf ithout one cheering beam of hope. 
Or spark of glimm'ring day. 

2 "With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief : 
He saw, and (O amazing love !) 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Do'jvn from the shining seats above 

With joyful haste he fled, 
Entered tlie grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 O for this love let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ! 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest note^; 
His love can ne'er be told ! 

Isaac Watts. 

156 c. M. 

1 Jesus, I love thy channing name, 
'Tis music to my ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud. 
That earth and heaven should hear. 


2 Yes, thon art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust ; 
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Xor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Ivor friendship hall" so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 

And sheds its fragrance there ; 
The nohlest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

6 I'll speak tlie honors of thy name 
With my last, lab' ring breath ; 
Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms. 
The antidote of death. 

I^hzVij!- Daddridge. 

157 KM. 

1 Jesus, tbou joy of loving hearts. 

Thou Fount of life, thou Light of men, 
From the best bliss that earth^'imparts, 

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 

Thou sa vest those that on thee call ; 
To them that seek thee, thou art good : 
To thera that find thee, all in ail. 

3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread, 

And long to feast upon thee still ; 
We drink of thee, the Fountain-head. 
And tliirst our souls from thee to £11. 


4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 

Where'er our changeful lot is cast : 
Glad, ^vhen thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold tJiee fast . 

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay ; 

]Make all our moments calm and bright; 
Chase the dark night of sin away, 
Shed o'er the world thy holy light. 

Bp.rna.rd of Clah-vaujc. Tr. by Ray Palmer 

158 L. M. 6L 

1 Thou hidden Source of ealm repose^ 

Thou all-sufficient Love divine. 
My Help and Refuge from my foes. 

Secure I am if thou art mine. 
And lo! from sin, and g^rief, and shamo^ 
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 

2 Thy mighty name salvation is, 

And keeps my happy soul above : 
Comfort it brings, and pawer, and peace. 

And joy, and everlasting love : 
To me, with thy great name, are given 
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 

3 Jesus, my All in all thou art ; 

'^jsl.j rest in toil ; my ease in pain ; 
The med'cine of my broken heai-t ; 

In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; 
■My smile beneath the tyrant^s frown ; 
In shame, my glory and my crown ■ 

4 In want, my plentiful supply ; 

In weakness, my almighty power ; 
In ]x)nds, my perfect liberty ; 


My light in Satan's darkest lio-ur; 
In grief, my joy mispeakalile : 
My life in death — my All in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

159 s. M. 

1 Redeeme]! of mankind, 

Who on thy name rely, 
A constant intercourse we find 
Opened 'twixt earth and sky. 

2 Mercy, and grace, and peace. 

Descend throngh thee alone ; 
And thon dost all our services 
Present before the throne, 

3 On ns thy Father's love 

Is for thy sake bestowed : 

Thon art our Advocate ^bove, 

Thou art our way to God : 

4 Our way to God we trace, 

And through thy name forgiven, 
From step to step, from gi-ace to grace. 
On thee we climb to heaven. 

Charles Weshy. 

160 s. M. 

1 ilY Saviour and my King, 

Thy beauties are di\iue ; 
Thy lips Tvith blessings overflow, 
And every giace is thine. 

2 !!:s'ow make thy glories known. 

Gird on thy dreadfnl svv-ord. 
And ride in majesiy, to sisread 
The conquests of thy word. 


3 Strike througli thy stnbtorn foes, 

Or melt their lieai-ts t' obey ; 
While justice, meekness, grace, and trutii, 
Attend thy glorious way. 

4 Thy laws, O God, are right. 

Thy throne shall ever stand ; 
And thy victorious gospel proves 
A scepter in thy hand. 

5 Thy Father and thy God 

Hath, vrithout measure, shed 
His Spirit, like a joyful oil, 
T' anoint thy sacred head. 

Isaac Watis. 

lOi S. M. 

1 Gkace r 'tis a charming sound f 

Harmonious to my ear 1 
Heaven ^th the echo shall resormd. 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived th« way 

To save rebellious mxm ; 
And all the steps tliai grace display 
WTiich djew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace taught my wand'ring feet 

To tread the heavenly road • 
And new supplies each hour I meet 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 

Through everlasting days : 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone. 
And well deserves the praise. 

Philip Doddrii^e., 


lOS S. M. 

1 To God, the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Let all tlie saints below the skies 
Their humble praises brmg. 

2 Ee will present our souls, 

Unblemished and complete, 
Before the glory of his face, 
With joys di\lnely great. 

3 Then all the chosen seed 

Shall meet around the throne ; 

Shall bless the conduct of his grace, 

And make his wonders known. 

Wisdom with power belongs, 
Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting songs. 

Isaac Watts. 

163 83, 7s, & 4. 

1 Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending, 

Once for favored sinners slain ! 

Thousand thousand saints attending, 

Swell the triumph of his train ! 

Hallelujah ! 
God appeai-s on earth to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him 

Eobed in dreadful majesty : 
Those who set at naught and sold him, 
Pierced and nailed him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 


3 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee, 
High on thy eternal throne! 
Saviour, take the power and glory, 
Claim the kingdom for thine oatq ! 

Jah! Jehovah! 
Everlasting God, come down! 

Charles Wes2ey, 

164 L. M. 

1 Natuee with open volume stands 

To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; 
And every labor of his hands 

Shows something worthy of a God. 

2 But in the grace that rescued man 

His brightest form of glory shines : 
Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn 
In precious blood and crimson lines. 

3 O the sweet wonders of that cross, 

Where God. the Saviour, loved and died ! 
Her noblest life my spirit draws 

Fromhisdear wounds and bleeding side. 

4 I would forever speak his name, 

In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worshi]) at his Father's throne. 

Isaac Watis^ 

t^^ L. M. 

i Of Him who did salvation bring 

I could forever think and sing : 

Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve ; 

Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive. 



2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'lis given ! 
Ask, and lie turns your hell to heaven : 
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, 
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 

3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood, 
He closed his eyes to show us G od : 
Let all the world fall down and know 
That none but God such love can show. 

4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone 

I shed my tears and make my moan ! 
Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
I meet the object of my love. 

5 Insatiate to this spring I fly ; 

I drink, and yet am ever dry : 

Ah ! who against thy charms is proof? 

Ah ! who that loves can love enough ? 

Bernard of Clairziaux. 
Tr. by Anthony Wilhelm Boekm. 

166 L. M. 

i Now to the Lord, who makes us know 
The wonders of his djdng love. 
Be humble honors paid below, 

And strains of nobler praise above. 

2 'Twas he who cleansed our foulest sins, 

And washed us in his richest blood : 
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings, 
And brings us rebels near to God. 

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 

To Jesus, our superior King. 
Be everlasting jwwer confessed — 
Let every tongue his glory sing. 

Isaac Watts. 




161' L. M. 61. 

1 Creator, Spirit, by whose aid 

The world's foundatious first were laid, 
Come, visit ev'ry waiting mind. 
Come, pour thy joys on human kind : 
From sin and sorrow set us free, 
And make thy temples worthy thee. 

2 O Source of uncreated heat, 

The Father's promised Paraclete ! 
Thrice holy Fount, immortal Fire, 
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire : 
Come, and thy sacred unction bring. 
To sanctify us while we sing. 

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, 
Eich in thy sevenfold energy ! 

Thou strength of His almighty hand 
Whose power does heaven and earth 

Refine and purge our earthly parts. 
And stamp thine image on our hearts. 

Rabajius Maurus. Tr. by John Dryden. 

168 L. M- 

1 Jesus, we on the words depend, 

Spoken by thee while present hero. 
"The Father in my name shall send 
The Holy Ghost, the Comforter." 


"2 That promise made to Adam's race, 
Now, Lord, in us, e'en us, fuUili ; 
And give the Spirit of thy grace 
To teach us ail thy perfect Trill, 

3 That heavenly Teacher of mankind, 

That Guide infallible, impart, 
To bring thy sa^iiigs to our mind, 
And write them on our faithfol heart. 

4 That peace of God, that peace of thine. 

O might he now to us bring in. 
And fill our souls with power divine, 
And make an end of fear and sin ! 

CJiarles Wesley. 

169 L. M. 

1 LoED, we believe to us and ours 

The apostolic promise given ; 
We wait the pentecostal powers, 

The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven. 

2 Ah ! leave us not to mourn below, 

Or long for thy return to pine : 
Xow, Lord, the Comforter bestow, 
And fix in us the Guest di'dne. 

3 Assembled here with one accord, 

Calmly we wait the promised grace, 
The purchase of our dying Lord : 
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place. 

Charles Wesley, 

170 8s & 6s. 

1 Let songs of praises fill the sky: 
Christ, our ascended Lord, 
Sends down his Snirit ixom on hie-h, 


According to his Trord : 
All liail the day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost! 

2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, 

New lii'e creates within ; 
He quickens sinners from the death 

Of trespasses and sin : 
All hail the day of Pentecost, 
The comhig of the Holy Ghost ! 

3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, 

And shows them unto men ; 
The fallen soul his temple makes ; 

God's image stamps again : 
All hail the day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost ! 

4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, 

With thy celestial fire ; 
Come, and with flames of zeal and love 

Our hearts and tongues inspire : 
Be this our day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holj Ghost ! 

Thomas CotterzlL 

171 C. M. 

i Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire; 

Let us thine influence jjrove ; 
Source of the old prophetic fire. 

Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost — for, moved by thee. 
The prophets wrote and six>ke — 
Unlock the truth, thyself the key : 
Unseal the sacred book. 


3 Expand thy Tvings, celestial Dove, 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disordered spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 

4 Grod. through himself, TTB then shall kno^-. 

If thou within us shine : 
And sound, with all tliy saints below, 
The depths of love Divine. 

CJiarles Wesley. 

112 C. M. 

1 Spistt Di^-ine attend our prayer. 

And make our hearts thy home ; 
Descend with all thy gracious power : 
Come, Holy Spirit, come. 

2 Come as the light : to us reveal 

Our sinfulness and woe ; 
And lead us in those paths of life 
Where all the righteous go. 

3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, 

Like sacrificial flame : 
Let our whole soul an otfering be 
To our Redeemer's name. 

4 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 

With Pentecostal grace ; 
And make the great salvation known 
Wide as the human race. 

5 Come as the dove, and spread thy wings, 

Tlie wings of peaceful love ; 
And let thy Church on earth become 
Blest as thy Church above. 

Andre-w Reed. 



173 C. M. 

1 The Spirit breathes upon the word. 

And brings the Irnth to sight : 
Precepts and promises afford, 
A sanctif;^'ing light. 

2 A glory gilds the sa-cred page, 

Majestic like the sun ; 
It gives a light to every age, 
It gives — bnt Ijorrows none. 

3 The Hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat ; 
His truths upon the nations rise, 
They rise, but never set. 

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
"With beams of heavenly day. 

lVillia>n Cozv/'er. 

174 S. M. 

1 Spirit of faith, come down, 

Reveal the things of God : 
And make to us the God-head known, 
And witness with the blood : 

2 'Tis thine the blood t' apply. 

And give us eyes to see, 
Who did for &vevj sinner die 
Hath surely died for me. ^ 

No man can truly say 

That Jesus is the Lord, 
Unless thou take the veil away, 

And breathe the living word. 


4 Then, only then, we feel 
Onr int'rest in his blood. 
And cry. vdth joy unspeakable, 
* ' Thou art my Lord, my Grod ! " 

o O that the Tvorld might knoTv 
The all -atoning Lamb ! 
Spirit of faith, descend, and show 
The virtue of his name. 

6 The grace vrhieh all may find, 

The saving poAver. impart ; 
And testify to all mankind, 
And speak in every heart. 

7 Inspire the living faith, 

Which whosoe'er receives, 
The vritness in himself he hath. 
And consciously believes ; 

8 The faith that conquers all. 

And doth the mountain move, 
And s?.ves vrhoe'er on Jesus callj 
And perfects them in love. 

Charles IVesl: 

175 L. p. M. 

i Come. Holy Ghost, all quick 'ning fire, 
Come, and my hallowed ]ieart inspire, 

Sprinkled with the atoning blood ; 
Now to my soul thyself reveal, 
Thy mighty working let me feel. 
And know that I am bora of God. 


2 Humble, and teachable, and mild, 
O may I, as a little child. 

My lowly Master's steps pursue ! 
Be anger to my soul unknown ; 
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone : 

In love create thou all things new. 

8 Let earth no more my heart divide ; 
With Christ may I be crucified ; 

To thee with my whole heart aspire: 
Dead to the world and all its toys, 
Its idle pomp, and fading joys, 

Be thou alone my one desire ! 

4 My will be swallowed up in thee ! 
Light in thy light still may I see, 
Beholding thee with open face : 
Called the full power of faith to prove, 
Let all my hallowed heart be love, 
And all my spotless life be praise. 

CJiarles Wesl^ 

176 s. M. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 

With energy divine, 
And on this poor benighted soul, 
With beams of mercy shine. 

2 O melt this frozen heart ; 

This stubborn will subdue ; 
Each evil passion overcome, 
And form me all anew ! 

3 The profit ^11 be mine. 

But thine shall be the praise ; 
And unto thee will I devote 
The remnant of my days. 

Benjamin Beddome. 



17^7 S. M. 

1 O COME, and dwell in me, 

Spirit of power within ! 
And bring the glorious liberty 
From sorrow, fear, and sin. 

2 This inward,' dire disease, 

Spirit of health, remoTe, 
Spirit of finished holiness, 
Spirit of perfect love. 

3 Hasten the joyfal day 

Yv''hich shall my sins consume, 
"^Tien old things shall be done away, 
And all things new ])ecome. 

4 I want the witness. Lord, 

That all I do is right, 
According to thy will and word, 
"Well-pleasing in thy sight. 

5 I ask no higher state ; 

Indulge me but in this ; 
And soon or later then translate 
To my eternal bliss. 

Charles Wesley, 

178 C. M. 

1 Come. Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 

Yvith all thy quick' ning powers, 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these earthly toys ; 
Our souls how heavily they go 

To reach eternal joys ! 
9 129 


3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas langmsh on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 And shall vre then forever live 

At this poor dying rate? 
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so great? 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 

With all thy quick 'ning powers ; 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

Isaac Watts. 

1T9 c. M. 

1 Celestial Dove, come from above, 

And guide me in thy ways : 
My heart prepare for solemn prayer, 
And tune my lips to praise. 

2 Open mine eyes, and make me wise, 

My int'rest to discern : 
From ev'ry sin, vdthout, within, 
Incline my heart to turn. 

3 Fly to my aid, when I'm afraid, 

Or plunged in deep distress ; 
My foes subdue, and bring me through 
This howling wilderness. 

Benjamin Beddome. 

180 L. M. 

1 Father, if justly still we claim 
To us and ours the promise made, 
To us be graciously the same. 

And crown with living fire our head.. 


2 Our claim admit, and from above 

Of holiness the Spirit shoTver, 
Of wise discernment, humble love. 
And zeal, and unity, and j)ower! 

3 The Spirit of comincing speech, 

Of power demonstrative, impart ; 

Such as may every conscience reach, 

And sound the unbelieving heart. 

4 The Spirit of refining fire, 

Searching the inmost of the mind, 
To purge all fierce and foul desire, 
And kindle life more pure and kind. 

5 The Spirit breathe of inward life, 

"Which in our hearts thy laws may write; 
Then grief expires, and pain, and strife; 
'Tis nature all — and all deliglit. 

Henry More. 

181 L. M. 

1 On all the earth thy Spirit shower, 

The earth in righteousness renew ; 
Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower. 
And to thy scepter all subdue. 

2 Like mighty winds or torrents fierce, 

Let it opposers all o'errun ; 
And every law of sin reverse, 
That faith and love may make all one. 

3 Yea, let it, Lord, in every place 

Ite richest energj^ declare ; 
While lovely tempers, fruits of grace. 
The kingdom of thy Christ prepare 


4 Grant this, O holy God and true ! 

The ancient seers thou didst inspire ; 
To us perform the promise due — 
Descend, and crown us now with fire. 

Henry More. 

182 * 6, 4. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 
Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray : 
Divinely good thou art ; 
Thy sacred gifts impart, 
To gladden each sad heart : 

O come to-day ! 

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
Our most delightful Guest, 

With soothing power : 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade, mid the noontide glow. 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour ! 

3 Come, all the faithful bless ; 
Let all who Christ confess 

His praise employ : 
Give virtue's rich reward ; 
Victorious death accord. 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy ! 

From the Latin. Tr. by Ray Pahner. 

183 c. M. 

1 Why should the children of a King 
Go mourning all their days? 
Great Comforter, descend and bring 
The tokens of thy grace. 


2 Dost thon not d-well in all thy saints, 

And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt thou banish my complaints, 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 

In the Kedeemer's blood ; 
And bear thy witness with my heart. 
That I am' born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 

The pledge of joys to come : 
Z>Iay thy blest wings, celestial Dove, 
Safely convey me home ! 

Isaac Waits. 

184 C. M. 

1 SovEEEiGX of all the worlds on high, 

Allow my humble claim ; 
Nor, while a worm would raise its head, 
Disdain a Father's name. 

2 "My Father. God ! " how sweet the soimd! 

How tender and how dear ! 
Not all the melody of heaven 
Could so delight the ear. 

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name 

On my expanding heart : 
And show that in Jehovah's grac« 
I share a filial part. 

4 Cheered by a signal so di^ijie. 

Unwav'ring I believe : 
Thouknow'stI "Abba. Father." cry; 
Nor can the sign deceive. 

Philip Doddridge. 



185 c. M. 

1 GSEAT Spirit, by whose miglity power 
All creatures live and move, 
On us thy benediction sliow'r ; 
Inspire our souls with love. 

S Hail, Source of light ! arise and shine ; 

Darkness and doubt dispel ; 
Give peace and joy, for we are thine ; 
In us forever dwell. 

3 From death to life our spirits raise, 

And full redemption bring ; 
New tongues impart to speak the praise 
Of Christ, our God and King. 

4 Thine inward witneas bear, unknown 

To all the world beside ; 
Exulting then we feel and ovfn 
Our Saviour glorified. 

Thomas Haivsis, 

186 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness ; 

Pierce the clouds of nature's night ; 
Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, 

Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. 
From the height which knows no measure. 

As a gracious shower descend, 
Bringing down the richest treasure 

Man can wish, or God can send. 

2 Aulhor of the new creation, 

Come with unction and with pov/er; 
Make our hearts thy habitation; 
On our souls thy graces shower, 


Hear, O hear our supplication, 
Blessed Spirit, God of peace! 

Rest upon this cougregation, 
With the fullness of thy grace. 

Paul Gerkardt. Tr. by/. C.JacoM. 

187 7s. 

1 Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn my darkness into day. 

2 Holy Ghost, with power di-dne, 
Cleanse tliis guilty heart of mine ; 
Long hath sin, without cc»utrol, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 

3 Holy Ghost, Y,ith joy didne, 
Clieer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart. 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 

Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
Cast down every idol-throne, . 
Keign supreme — and reign alone, 

Andrew Reed. 

188 s. M. 

1 LoKD God, the Holy Ghost, 

In this accepted hour. 
As on the day of Pentecost, 
Descend in all thy power ! 

2 "We meet -svith one accord 

In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 


3 Like mighty rushiiig wind 

Upon the waves beneath, 
Move with one impulse every mind. 
One soul, one feeling, breathe. 

4 The young, the old , inspire 

"With wisdom from above; 
And give us hearts and tongues of fixe 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

6 Spirit of light, explore, 

And chase our gloom away, 
With luster shining more and more 
Unto the perfect day. 

6 Spirit of truth, be thou 

In life and death our guide : 
O Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified ! 

Jatnes Montgomery. 

189 C. M. 

1 Come. Holy Ghost, my soul inspire ; 

This one great gift impart — 
What most I need, and most desire^ 
A humble, holy heart. 

2 Bear vntness I am born again, 

My many sins forgiven ; 
Nor let a gloomy doubt remain 
To cloud my hope of heaven. 

3 More of myself grant I may know, 

From sin's deceit be free; 
In all the Christian graces grow, 
And live alone to thee. 

Asahel Neitleion, 



190 7s. D. 

1 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, 
Ever near the Christian's side, 
Gently lead us by the hand, 
Pilgrims in a desert land ; 
"Weaiy souls fore'er rejoice. 

While they hear that sweetest voice, 
Whisp- ring softly, " Wand'rer, come f 
Follow me, I'll guide thee home." 

2 Ever present, truest Friend, 
Ever near thine aid to lend, 
Leave us not to doubt and fear, 
Groping on in darkness drear. 
"VlTien the storms are raging sore. 
Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er — 
"Whisper softly, "Wand'rer, come! 
Follow me, I'll guide thee home. " 

3 Wlien our days of toil shall cease. 
Waiting still for sweet release. 
Nothing left but heaven and prayer, 
Trusting that our names are there ; 
Wading deep the dismal tiood. 
Pleading naught but Jesus' blood — • 
Whisper softly, " Wand'rer. come! 
Follow me, I'll guide thee home." 

Marcus M. V/ells. 

191 L. M. 

i Spikit of the liA-ing God ! 

In all the fullness of thy grace, 
Y\^here'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love 
To preach the reconciling word : 
Give x)Ower and unction from above, 
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 


3 Be darkness, at thy coming, liglit ; 

Confusion, order, in thy path ; 
Souls without strength, inspire vvith might, 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath ! 

4 Baptize the nations ! far and nigh 

The triumphs of the cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call him Lord. 

5 God from eternity hath willed 

All flesh shall his salvation see : 
So be the Father's love fulfilled, [thee ! 
The Saviour's suft" 'rings crowned thro' 

James Montgotnery. 

192 L. M. 

1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit ! stay ! 

Though I have done thee such despite ; 
Nor cast the sinner quite away. 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Tliough I have steeled my stubhom heart, 

And still shook off my guilty fears ; 
And vexed, and urged thee to depart, 
For many long rebellious years : 

3 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all who e'er thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousandtimes thy goodness grieved; 

4 Yet O the chief of sinners spare, 

In honor of my great High Priest : 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
T' exclude me from thy people's rest, 

5 This only woe I deprecate ; 

This only plague I pray remove ; 
Nor leave me in my lost estate ; 

Nor curse me with this want of love. 

Ckarles Wesley. 



fnstitutlons of Chrlstianitv. 


193 H. M. 

1 OXE sole baptismal sign, 

One Lord below, above, 
One faith, one hope divine ; 

One only watchword, love; 
From diif'rent temi^les though it rise, 
One song ascend eth to the skies. 

2 Onr Sacrifice is one ; 

One Priest before the throiie, 
The slain, the risen Son, 

Redeemer, Lord alone ; 
Thou who didst raise him from the dead. 
Unite thy people in their Head. 

3 Head of thy Church beneath. 

The catholic, the true, 
On all her members breathe. 

Her unity renew ; 
Then shall thy perfect will be done 
When Christians love and live as one. 

George Robinson, 



194 S. M. 

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 

The house of thine abode, 
The Church our biess'd Redeemer bonght 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy Church, O God ! 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Bear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 If e'er to bless her sons 

My voice or hands deny, 
These hands let useful skill fcrsSike, 
This voice in silence die. 

4 If e'er my heart forget 

Her welfare, or her woe, 
Let every joy this heart forsake, 
And every grief o'erflow. 

5 For her my tears shall fall, 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given. 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

6 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways. 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows. 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

Timothy Dwigkt. 

195 8s, 7s, & 4. 

1 Ziox stands by hills surrounded, 
Zion kept by power Di viae ; 
All her foes shall be confounded, 
Though the world in arms combiae. 

Happy Zion ! 
What a favored lot is thine ! 


2 Even- human tie may perish : 

Friend to friend unfaithful prove , 
Mothers cease their ovra to cherish ; 
Heaven and earth at last remove ; 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 

Thence to bring thee forth more bright, 
But can never cease to love thee ; 
Thou art precious in his sight : 

God is with thee, 
God thine everlasting light. 

Thomas Kelly. 

196 c. M. 

i The Lord of Glory is my light, 
And my salvation too : 
God is my strength ; nor will I fear 
What all my foes can do. 

2 One privilege my heart desires — 

O grant me an abode 
Among the churches of thy saints, 
The temples of my Gk)d ! 

3 There shall I offer my requests. 

And see thy beaut>^ still ; 
Shall hear thy messages of love, 
And there inquire thy will. 

4 "When troubles rise, and storms appear, 

There may his children hide : 
God has a strong pavilion, where 
He makes my soul abide. 

Isaac yy<zit:. 



197 C. M. 

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 

My frienda devoutly say, 
' ' In Zion let us all appear, 

And keep the solemn day ! " 

2 I love her gates, I love the road ! 

The Church, adorned with grace, 
Stands like a palace built for Grod, 
To show his milder face. 

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 

The holy tribes repair ; 
The Sou of David holds his throne 
And sits in judgment there. 

4 He hears our praises and complaints ; 

And, while his awful voice 
Di\ide3 the sinners from the saints,. 
We tremble, and rejoice ! 

5 Peace be within this sacred place. 

And joy a constant guest ! 
"With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
Be her attendants blest. 

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 

While life or breath remains ; 
There my best friends, my kindred dwell, 
There '^Grod, my SaAiour, reigns. 

Isaac Watts, 

198 c. M. 

1 Blest are the souls who hear and know 
The gospel's joyful sound ; 
Peace shall attend the paths they go, 
And light their steps surround. 


2 Their joy vshall bear their spirits up. 

Through their Redeemer's name ; 
His righteousness exalts their hope ; 
Nor Satan dares condemn. 

3 The Lord, our glory and defense. 

Strength and salvation gives : 
Israel, thy King forever reigns, 
Thy God forever lives. 

Isaac Waits, 

199 L. M. 

1 God is the refuge of his saints, 

When storms of sharp distress invade ; 
Ere -we can offer our complaints, 
Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be burled 

Down to the deep, and buried there, 
Convulsions shake the solid world — 
Our faith shall never yield to fear, 

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar — 

In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
"While every nation, every shore, 

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide-. 

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 

Supplies the city of our God ; 
liife, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And wat'ring our di"\ al:?ode, 

5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 

Our grief allays, our fear controls : 
Sweet peace thy promises afford. 

And give new strength to fainting souls. 

Isaac IVatts. 
. 143 


200 L. M. 

1 The pra,ise of Zion waits for thee, 

My God ; and praise becomes thy house; 
There shall thy saints thy glory see, 
And there perform their public vows. 

2 O thou, whose mercy bends the sides, 

To save when humble sinners pray, 
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes. 
And grateful isles of every sea. 

3 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, 

And give him kind access to thee — 
Give him a place within thy house, 
To taste thy love divinely free. 

4 Soon shall the flocking nations run 

To Zion's hill, and own their Lord : 
The rising and the setting sun 

Shall see the Saviour's name adored. 

Isaac H'atts. 

201 L. M. 

1 GsEAT God ! attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence spring-s : 
To spend one day with thee on earth 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
"Within thy house, O God of grace. 
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 

3 God is our sun, he makes our day : 
God is our shield, he guards our way 
From all th' assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without, and foes within. 



4 All needful grace will Grod bestow, 
And crown that grace mth glory too; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

Isaac Walls 

203 L. M. 

1 God, in his earthly temple, lays 
Foundations for his heavenly praise : 
He likes the tents of Jacob well. 
But still in Zion loves to dweU. 

2 His mercy visits every house 

That pay their night and morning vows, 
But makes a more delightful stay 
Where churches meet to praise and pray. 

3 When God makes up his last account 
Of natives in his holy mount, 
'Twill be an honor to appear 

As one newborn or nourished there. 

Isaac Watts. 

203 L. M. 

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair. 

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! 
With strong desire my spirit faints 
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 

2 Blest are the saints that sit on high, 
Around thy throne of majesty ; 
Thy brightest glories shine above. 
And all their work is praise and love. 

3 Blest are the souls that find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace : 
Here they behold thy gentler rays. 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise 

10 145 


4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the "vray to Zion's gate ; 

God is their strength, and through the road 
They lean upon their helper, Gai. 

5 Cheerful they walk vnih groTvicg streagtb ., 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 
Till all hefore thy face appear, 

And join in nobler -worship there. 

Isaac Waifs^. 

204 7s Si es. p. 

1 Great is our redeeming Lord, 

In pow'r, and truth, and grace ; 
Him. by highest heay'n p.dored. 

His church on earth doth praise : 
In the city of our God, 

In his holy mount below. 
Publish, spread his name abroad!. 

And all his greatness show. 

2 Sion's Grod is all our own. 

Who on his love rely ; 
We his pard'ning loTe have known. 

And live to Chiis^b, and die : 
To the New Jerusalem 

He our faithful guide shall be ; 
Him we claim, and rest in him, 

Through all eternity. 

Ouirles IVesliy, 
205 S. M. 

1 Far as thy name is known, 

The world declares thy praise : 
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne 
Their songs of honor raise. 


2 I.-et strangers walk around 

The city where we dwell ; 
Compass and view the holy ground, 
And mark the building well — 

3 The order of thy house, 

The worship of thy court, 
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows — 
And make a fair report. 

4 How decent and how wise ! 

How glorious to behold ! 
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
And rites adorned with gold. 

5 The God we worship now 

Y/ill guide us till we die — 
Will be our God while here below. 
And ours above the sky. 

Isaac Watts. 

206 8S&7S. D. 

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God; 
He, whose word can ne'er be broken, 

Formed thee for his own abode : 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
"With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou may'st smile at ail thy foes. 

2 See ! the streams of living waters. 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove : 
Who can faint while such a river 

Ever flows our thirst t' assuage? 
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 


3 Round each habitation hov'ring, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a coy 'ring — 

Showing that the Lord is near : 
Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Ziou, city of our God ; 
He, whose word can ne'er be broken, 

Formed thee for his own abode. 

John Ne-wton, 

207 L. M. 

1 O MIGHT my lot be cast with these. 
The least of Jesus' witnesses : 

O that my Lord would count me meet 
To wash his dear disciples' feet ! 

2 This only thing do I require : 

Thou loiow'st 'tis all my heart's desire 
Freely what I receive to give, 
The servant of thy Church to live ; 

3 After m.y lowly Lord to go, 
And wait upon thy saints below ; 
Enjoy the grace to angels given. 
And serve the roj'^al heirs of heaven. 

4 Lord, if I now thy drayrings feel, 
And ask according tq thy will, 
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, 
And speak the answer to my heart. 

Charles Wesley. 

208 s. M. 

1 Jesus, the Couqu'ror, reigns, 
In glorious strength arrayed; 
His kingdom over all maiutaii^ 
And Ijids the earth be glad 1 



2 Ye sons of men, rejoice 

In Jesns' mighty love : 
Lift up your lieart, lift up yonr voice, 
To Him. "who rules above. 

3 Estol his kingly power ; 

Kiss the oxaited Son, 
Who died, and lives to die no more, 
High on his Father's throne : 

4 Our Advocate vrith God, 

He undei-takes our cause, 
And spreads through all the earth abroad 
The \-ict'ry of Ms cross. 

5 That bloody banner see. 

And. in your Captain's sight, 
Fight the good fight of faith with me. 
My feiiow-soldiers, fight. 

6 In mighty phalanx joined, 

To battle all proceed ; 
Armed with th' unconquerable mind 
Which was in Christ your Head. 

Charles Wesley. 

309 , s. M. 

1 Hask, how the watchmen cry ! 

Attend the trumpet's sound ! 
Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh, 
The powers of hell surround. 

2 Who bow to Christ's command. 

Your arms and hearts prepare ; 
The day of battle is at hand ! 
Go forth to glorious war ! 


3 See, on tlie mountaiu top, 

The staudard of your God ! 
In Jesus' name I lift it up, 
All stained with hallowed blood, 

4 His standard-bearer, I 

To a.ll the nations call : 
Let all to Jesus' cross draw nigh ; 
He bore the cross for all. 

5 Go up with Christ your Head ; 

Your Captain's footsteps see ; 
Follow your Captain, and be led 
To certain victory. 

6 All power to him is given ; 

He ever reigns the same : 
Salvation, happiness, and heaven, 
Are ail in Jesus' name. 

Charles Wesley. 

210 s. M. 

1 Angels your march oppose. 

Who still in strength excel. 
Your secret, sworn, eternal foes, 
Countless, invisible : 

2 From thrones of glory driven, 

By flaming vengeance hurled^ 
They throng the air, and darken heaveiij 
And rule this lower world. 

S But shall believers fear? 
But shall believers fly ? 
Or see tlie bloody cross appear, 
And all their powers defy ? 

4 By all hell's host withstood, 
We all hell's host o'erthrow ; 


And, conqu'iiug them thro^ Jesus' blood. 
We on to conquer go, 

5 Our Captain leads us on ; 

He beckons from tlie skies, 

And reaches out a starry crown. 

And bids us take the prize : 

6 "Be faithful unto death ; 

Partake my vi<itoiy ; 
And thou shalt wear this glorious wreatli^ 
And thou shalt reign with me. ' ' 

Charles Wesley. 

211 S. M. 

1 Urge on your rapid course, 
Ye blood-l^esprinkled bands : 
The heavenly kingdom suflers force ; 
'Tis seized by violent hands. 

S See there the starry crown 

That glitters through the skies ! 
Satan, the world, and sin, tread down^ 
And take the glorious prize ! 

3 Through much distress and pain, 

Through many a conflict here, 
Through blood, ye must the entrance gain; 
Yet O disdain to fear. 

4 "Courage]" your Captain cries, 

(Who all your toil foreknew;) 
"Toil ye shall have ; yet all despise ; 
I have o'ercome for you." 

5 The world cannot withstand 

Its ancient Conqueror : 
The world must sink beneath the hand 
Which arms us for the war. 


6 This is the victory — 

Before our faith they fall ; 
Jesus hath died for you and me ; 
Believe, and conquer all ! 

Chatrles Wesley. 

312 P. M. 

1 Daughter of Zion, avs'ake from thy sad- 

Avrake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee 

no more ! 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star 

of gladness, 
Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is 


2 Strong were thy foes, hut the arm that 

. subdued them, 

And scatter' d their legions, was might- 
ier far ; 
They fled like chaff from the scourge that 
puisued them ; 

How vain were their steeds and their 
chariots of war ! 

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath 

saved thee, 

Extoll'd with the hai-p and the timbrel 
should be ; 
Shout 1 for tlie foe is destroyed that en- 
slaved thee; 

Th' oppressor is vauquish'd, and Zion 
Is free. 

Author ZTnknoivn. 

213 L. M. 

1 Aeim of the Lord, awake, awake ! 

Thine own immortal strength put on ! 


With terror clothed, hell's kmgdom shake, 
And cast thy foes with fury down. 

2 As in the ancient days, appear ; 

The sacred annals speak thy fame ; 
Be now omnipotently near. 
To endless ages still the same. 

3 By death and hell jDursued in vain, 

"^To thee the ransomed seed shall come ; 
Shouting, their heavenly Sion gain, 
And pass through death triumphant 

4 The pain of life shall then be o'er, 

The anguish and distracting care ; 
There sighing grief shall weejj no more, 
And sin shall never enter there. 

5 "^here pure, essential joy is found, 

The Lord's redeemed their heads shall 
With everla.sting crowned, 
And filled with love, and lost in praise. 

Charles IVesley. 

214 L. M. 

1 Awake, Jerusalem, awake ! 

Xo longer in thy sins lie down ; 
The garment of salvation take. 

Thy beauty and thy sti'ength put on. 

2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, 

And hides the promise from thine eyes ; 
Arise, and struggle into light, 
The great Deliv'rer calls. Arise ! 

3 Shake off the bands of sad despair ; 

Sion, as.sert thy liberty : 
Look up, thy broken heart prepare, 
And God shall set the captive free. 


Ve^els of mercy, sons of grace, 
Be purged from every sinful stain, 

Be like your Lord, his word embrace, 
Nor bear his hallowed name in vain» 

The Lord shall in your front appear, 
And lead the pompous triumph on ; 

His glory sliall bring up the rear, 
And perfect what his grace begun. 

Charles Wesley. 


215 L. M. 

1 "Go preach my gospel," srdth the Lord : 

" Bid the whole earth my grace receive ; 
He shall be saved who trusts ni}^ word ; 
He shall be damned who won't believe. 

2 "I'll make your great commission known : 

And 5'e shall prove my gospel true, 
By all the works that I have done. 
By all the wonders ye shall do. 

3 ' ' Teach all the nations my commands ; 

I'm with you till the world shall end ; 
All power is trusted in my hands ; 
I can destroy, and I defend. ' ' 

4 He spake — and light shone round his head ; 
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode ; 
They to the farthest nations spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 

Isaac Watts. 



216 L. M. 

1 CoMFOiiT, re ministers of grace, 

Comfort the people of your Lord : 
O lift ye np the fallen race, 

And cheer them by the gospel vrord. 

2 H!ark ! in the wilderness a cry, 

A voice that loudly calls, Prepare ! 
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh, 
And means to make his entrance there ! 

3 The Lord yonr God shall quickly come ; 

Sinners, repent, the call obey ; 
Open your hearts to make him room ; 
Ye desert souls, prepare his way. 

4 The Lord shall clear his way through all; 

Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain : 
The rale shall rise, the mountain fall, 
Crooked be straight, and rugged plain-. 

5 The glory of the Lord displayed 

Shall all mankind together ^iew ; 
*And what his mouth in truth hath said, 
His own almighty hand shall do. 

C/iarles Wesley. 

217 s. M. 

1 Lop.D of the harvest, hear 

Thy needy servants' cry ; 
Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
And all our wants supx^iy. 

2 On thee we humbly wait. 

Our wants are in thy view ; 
The harvest truly. Lord, is great, 
The laborers are few. 


3 Convert and send forth more 

Into thy Chnrcli abroad, 
And let them speak thy word of power, 
As workers with their God. 

4 O let them spi'ead thy name, 

Their mission fully prove ; 

Thy universal grace proclaim, 

Thine all-redeeming love ! 

Charles Wesley. 

218 s. M. 

1 How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill ; 
"Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal ! 

2 How charming is their voice ! 

How svreet the tidings are ! 
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King ; 
He reigns and triumphs here i " 

3 How happy are our ears 

That hear this joj^ul sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found ! 

4 How blessed are our eyes 

That see this heavenly light 1 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the siglit. 

5 The watchmen join their voice, 

And tuneful notes employ ; 

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 

And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 

Through all the earth abroad : 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 

haac Watts. 


219 C. M. 

1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 

And take th' alarm thej give ; 
Now let them from the mouth of God 
Their awful charge receiA-e. 

2 ' Tis not a cause of small import 

The pastor's care demands ; 
But what might All an angel's heart, 
And filled a Saviour's hands. 

3 They wateh for souls, for which the Lord 

Did heavenly bliss forego ! 
For souls which must forever live 
In raptures, or in woe. 

4 May they that Jesus whom they preach, 

Their OAvn Redeemer see, 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

Philip Doddridge. 

220 c. M. 

1 Jesus, the name high over all 

In hell, or earth, or sky ! 

Angels and men hefore it fall, 

And devils fear and fly. 

2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 

The name to sinners given ! 
It scatters all their guilty fear ; 
It turns their hell to heaven. 

3 Jesus the pris'ners' fetters breaks, 

And bruises Satan's head ; 
Power into strengthless souls it speaks, 
And life into the dead. 


4 O that the world might taste arid see 

The riches of his grace ! 
The arms of love that compass me, 
Would all mankind embrace ! 

5 His only righteousness I show, 

His saving truth proclaim : 
'Tis all my business here below 
To cry, *' Behold the Lamb ! " 

6 Happy, if with my latest breath 

I may but gasp his name; 
Preach him to all. and cry in death, 
"Behold, behold the Lamb ! " 

Charles Wesley. 

221 L. M. 

1 Deaw near, O Son of God, draw near \ 

Us with thy flaming eye behold ; 
Still in thy Church vouchsafe t' appear, 
And let pur candlestick be gold. 

2 Still hold the stars in thy right-hand. 

And let them in thy luster glow. 
The lights of a benighted land. 
The angels of thy Church below, 

3 Make good their apostolic boaat, 

Their high commission let them prove. 
Be temples of the Holy Ghost, 

And filled with faith, and hope, and love. 

4 Their hearts from things of earth remove. 

Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear. 
Fix their affections all above, 

And lay up all their trea-sures there. 

Charles Wesley. 



232 L. M. 

1 High on his everlasting throne, 

The King of saints his work surveys; 
Marks the dear souls he calls his own, 
And smiles on the peculiar race. 

2 He rests well pleased their toils to see j 

Beneath his easy yoke they move ; 
With all their heart and strength agree 
In the sweet labor of his love. 

3 See. where the servants of their God, 

A busy multitude, appear : 
For Jesus day and night employed, 
His heritage they toil to clear. 

4 The love of Christ their hearts constrains, 

And strengthens their unwearied hands; 

They spend" their sweat, and blood, and 

To cultivate Iinmanuel's lands, [pains, 

5 O multiply thy sowers' seed. 

And fruit we every hour shall bear : 
Throughout the world thy gospel spread. 
Thine everlasting truth declare ! 

A. G. Spangenberg. Tr. by John Wesley. 

223 C. M. 

1 How rich thy bounty, King of kings ! 

Thy favors, how divine ! 
The blessings which thy gospel brings, 
How splendidly they shine ! 

2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, 

Should gold and gems compare ; 
How mean, when set against those joys 
Thy poorest servants share ! 


3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace 

Are lodged in urns of clay ; 
And the weak sous of mortal race 
Th' immortal gifts convey. 

4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth, 

Yet grace the vict'ry gives : 
Quickly they molder back to earth, 
Yet still thy gospel lives. 

5 Such wonders power divine effects jr 

Such trophies God can raise ; 
His hand, from crumbling dust, erects 
His monuments of praise. 

Philip Doddridge, 

224 L. M. 

1 Shall I , for fear of feeble man, 
The Spirit's course in me restrain? 
Or, undismayed in deed and word. 
Be a true witness for mj^ Lord ? 

2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I 
Conceal the word of God most high ? 
How then before thee shall I dare 
To stand, or how thine anger bear? 

3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng. 
Soften thy truth, and smooth my tongue. 
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee 

The cross endured, my Lord, by thee ? 

4 What then is he whose scorn I dread. 
Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid? 
A man ! an heir of death ! a slave 

To sin ! a bubble on the wave ! 


Yea, let men rage, since thou -^^ilt spread 
Thy siiad'Tving wings around my head : 
Since in all pain thy tender love 

Will still my sure refreshment prove. 

John Joseph Winkler. Tr. hy John Wesley. 

225 L. M. 

1 Sayioub of men, thy searching eye 
Doth all my inmost thoughts descry : 
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, 
Or the world's pleasures, or its praise? 

2 The love of Christ doth me constrain 
To seek the wand' ring souls of men ; 
"With cries, entreaties, tears, to save. 
To snatch them from the gaping grave. 

3 For this let men revile my name, 
No cross I shun, I fear no shame : 
All hail reproach, and welcome pain : 
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain. 

4 My life, my hlood, I here present, 
If for thy truth they may be spent : 
Fulfill thy sovereign counsel. Lord ! 
Thy will he done, thy name adored ! 

5 Give me thy strength, O God of power, 
Then let ^^inds blow, or thunders roar, 
Thy faithful witness will I be: 

'Tia fixed ; I can do all through thee. 
John Joseph Winkler. Tr. hy John Wesley. 

336 L. M. 

1 We bid thee welcome in the name 
Of Jesus, our exalted Head ; 
Come as a servant, — so he came, — 
And we receive thee in liis stead. 
11 161 


2 Come as a shepherd; guard and keep 

This fold from hell, and earth, and sin, 
Nourish the lamhs, and feed the sheep, 
The wounded heal, the lost luring in. 

3 Come as a watchman ; take thy stand 

Upon the tower amidst the sky, 
And when the sword comes on the land, 
Call us to fight, or warn to fiy. 

4 Come as an angel; hence to guide 

A hand of pilgrims on their way 
That, safely walking at thy side, 

"We fail not, faint not, turn nor stray. 

5 Come as a teacher, sent from God, 

Charged his whole counsel to declare ; 
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
While we uphold thy hands wiih prayer. 

Javies Montgotnery. 

237 c. p. M. 

1 Except the Lord conduct the plan, 
The best concerted schemes are vain, 

And never can succeed ; 
We spend our wretehedstrengthfornaught; 
But if our works in thee he wrought. 

They shall be bless'd indeed. 

2 Lord, if thou didst thyself inspire 
Our souls with this intense desire, 

Thy goodness to proclaim ; 
Thy glory if we now intend, 
O let our deeds begin and end 

Complete in Jesus' name ! 

3 Li Jesus' name behold we meet, 
Far from an evil world retreat, 

And all its frantic ways; 


One only thing resolved to know, 
And square our useful lives below 
By reason and by grace. 

Charles Wedey. 

228 S. M. 

i And are we yet alive, 

And see eacb other's face ? 

Glory and praise to Jesus give 

For his redeeming grace ! 

2 Preserved by power divine 

To full salvation here. 
Again in Jesus' praise we join. 
And in his sight appear. 

3 What troubles have we seen, 

What conflicts have we passed, 
Fightings without, and fears within 
Since we assembled last ! 

4 But out of all the Lord 

Hath brought us by his love ; 
And still he doth his help afford, 
And hides our life above. 

5 Then let us make our boast 

Of his redeeming power, 
Which saves us to the uttermost. 
Till we can sin no more : 

6 Let us take up the cross, 

Till we the crown obtain ; 
And gladly reckon all things loss, 
So we may Jesus gain. 

Charles Wesley, 


329 L. M. 

1 Jesus, the Truth and Power Divine, 
Send forth these messengers of thine ; 
Their hands confirm, their hearts inspire, 
And touch their lips with hallowed lire. 

2 Be thon their mouth and wisdom, Lord ; 
Thou, by the hammer of thy word, 
The rocky hearts in pieces break. 

And bid the sons of thunder speak. 

3 To those who would their Lord embrace, 
Give them to preach the word of grace ; 
Sweetly their yielding bosoms move. 
And melt them with the fire of love. 

4 Let all with thankfal hearts confess 
Thy welcome messengers of peace ; 
Thy power in their report be found, 
And let thy feet behind them sound. 

Charles IVesley. 

230 H. M. 

1 Jesus, accept the praise 

That to thy name belongs ! 
Matter of all our lays, 

Subject of all our songs ; 
Through thee we now together camCy 
And part exulting in thy name. 

2 In flesh we part awhile, 

But still in spirit joined, 
T' embrace the happy toil 

Thou hast to each assigned ; 
And while we do thy blessed will, 
"We bear our heaven about us still. 


S let ns tliTLs go on 

In all thy i)leasant ways, 
And, armed with patience, run 

With joy th' appointed race i 
Keep ns and every seeking souL 
Till all attain the heavenly goal. 
4 There vre shall meet again. 

^\"hen all our toils are o'er. 
And death, and grief, and pain, 

And parting, are no more : 
"We shall ^vith all oar brethren rise, 
And greet thee in the flaming skies. 
.5 Then let ns wait the sonnd 

That shall oar souls release, 
And labor to be fonnd 

Of him in spotless peace ; 
In perfect holiness renevred, 
Adorned with Christ, and meet for Geo, 

Chafles JVes/cj'. 

231 c. M. 

1 Blest be the dear uniting lore 

That will not let us part; 

Our bedies may far off remove, 

We still are one in heart, 

2 Joined in one s-pirit to our Head. 

Where he appoints we go : 
And stili in Jesus' footsteps tread. 
And show his praise belovr. 

3 O may we ever walk in him. 

And nothing know beside, 
Xothmg desire, nothing esteem. 
But Jesus crucified. 

4 Closer and closer let us cleave 

To his l>eloved embrace ; 
Expect his fullness to receive, 
And grace to answer trrace. 


5 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 

The same in mind and heart, 
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place^ 
Nor life, nor death, can part» 

6 But let us hasten to the day 

Which shall our flesh restore, 
When death shall all he done away, 
And liodies part no more. 

CJiarles. V/'esley. 

333 s. M. 

1 And let our bodies part, 

To dift"'rent climes repair ; 
Insepai-ahly joined in heart, 
The friends of Jesus are. 

2 O let us still proceed 

In Jesus' work helow ; 
And, fail' wing our triumphant Head, 
To further conquests go ! 

3 The vineyard of the Lord 

Before his lah'rers lies ; 
And lo ! we see the vast reward. 

Which waits us in the skies. 
4. O let our heart and mind 

Continually ascend, 
That haven of repose to find. 

Where all our labors end I 

5 Where all our toils are o'er, 

Our sufl 'ring and our pain : 
Who meet on that eternal shore. 
Shall never part again. 

6 O happy, happy place, 

^Vhere saints and angels meet ? 
There v\'e shall see each otlier's face. 
And all our brethren greet. 

l(3(i Charles trcsL^y. 



233 L. M. 

1 Come, Father, Son. and Holy Ghost, 

Honor the means ordained by thee ; 
Make good our apostolic boast, 
And ovrn thy glorious ministry. 

2 Father, in these reveal thy Son — 

In these, for whom we seek thy face, 
The hidden mystery make known, 
The uiward, pure, baiitizing grace, 

3 Jesus, with ns thon always art ; 

Eifectual make the sacred sign, 
The gift unspeakable impart. 
And bless the ordinance divine. 

4 Eternal Spirit, come from high, 

Baptizer of our spirits thou ! 
The sacramental seal apply. 

And ">7itne33 with the water now. 

Charles IVesley^ 

234 L. M. 

1 God of eternal truth and love. 
Thine own great ordinance approve ,* 
This child into thy kingdom take, 
And give him all thine image back. 

2 Father, if such thy sovereign will, 
Annex thy halFwing Spirit's seal; 
The seed of endless life impart, 
Take for thine own this infant's heart. 



3 Answer on him thy wisdom's end ; 
Whate'er thou didst for mau intend, 
Unto this favored child be given, 
Pardon and holiness and heaven. 

Charles Wesley. Alt. 

S35 H. M. 

1 Baptized into thy name, 

Mysterious One in Three, 
Our souls and bodies claLm 

A sacrifice to thee; 
We only live our faith to prove, 
The faith which works by hurabU love. 

2 O that our light may shine, 

And all our lives express 
The character divine. 

The real holiness! 
Then, then receive us up t' adore 
The Triune God for evermore. 

CkarUs Wesley. 

236 c. M. 

1 How large the promise, how divine, 

To Abrah'm and his seed ! 
' ' I am a God to thee and thine, 
Supplying all their need." 

2 The words of his extensive love 

From age to age endure ; 
The angel of the cov'nant proves 
And seals the blessing sure. 

3 Jesus the ancient frith confirms. 

To our great father given ; 
He takes our children to his arms. 
And calls them heirs of heaven. 


4 O God, bow faithfal are thy -ways I 
Thy love endures the same j 
Nor froin the promise of thy grace 
Blots out our children's name. 

Isaac IVai 

337 c. M. 

1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 
With all-engaging charms : 
Hark how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms ! 

2" Permit them to approach," he cries, 
"Nor scorn their humble name : 
For 'twas to bless such souls as these 
The Lord of angels came. ' ' 

3 Y7e bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
And yield them up to thee ; 
Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
Thine let our offspring be. 

• Philip Doddridge. 

238 c. M. 

1 Thus Lydia sanctified her house; 

When she received the word ; 
Thus the belie\ing jailer gave 
His household to the Lord. 

2 Thus later saints, eternal King, 

Thine ancient truth embrace : 
To thee their infant offspring bring, 
And humbly claim the grace. 

Isaac Watt 




239 c. M. . 

1 The King of heav'n his table spreads, 

And "blessings crown the board ; 
Kot paradise, with all its joys, 
Could such delight aftbrd. 

2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 

And endless life, are given, 
Through the rich bloodthat Jesns shed 
To raise our souls to heaven. 

3 Millions of souls, in glory now, 

Were fed and leasted here ; 
And millions more, still on the way. 
Around the board appear. 

4 All things are ready : come a,way, 

Nor weak excuses frame ; 
Crowd to your places at the feast. 
And bless the Founder's name. 

fkilip Doddridge, 

240 CM. 

1 If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn 
To feel a friend is nigh — 

2 O shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude wc owe 
To hira who died, our fears to quell, 
Our more than orphan's woe i 

THE LCPwD's suprsn. 

3 "Wliile yet his angnished sonl sarreyed 

Those pangs lie Tvouid not fiee. 
What love his latest words displayed — 
" Meet and remember rae ■'' 

4 Remember thee ! thy death, thy shame. 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
O mem'ry, leave no other naiiie 
But his recorded there ! 

Gerard Tfiorrias Noel, 

241 c. M. 

1 The promise of my Father's love 

Shall stand forever good : 
He said, and g-ave his soul to death. 
And sealed the grace with blood. 

2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word 

I set my worthless name ; 
I seal th' engagement to my Lord, 
And make my humble claim. 

3 Sweet is the memory oi his name, 

Who blessed us in his will. 
And to his testament of love 
Made his own blood the seal. 

Isouxc ll'niiT. 

243 G. M. 

1 Jesus, at whose supremo command 
We now approach to Grod, 
Before us in thy vesture stand. 
Thy vesture dipped in blood. 


2 The tokens of thy dying love 

O let us all receive, 
And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, 
And sensibly believe 1 

3 The living bread sent down from heaven 

In ns vouchsafe to be ; 
Thy flesh for all the world is given, 
And all may live by thee. 

4 Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow, 

And let us drink thy blood. 
Till all our souls are filled below 
V/ith all the life of God. 

Charles V/esley, 

14:3 c. M. 

ACCOKDING to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 

I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy'testamental cup I take. 
And thus remember thee. 

Gethsemane can I forget? 

Or there thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat. 

And not remember thee ? 


4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 

And rest on Calvary, 
O Lamb of God, my Sacri&ce, 
I mus-t remember thee ! 

5 Eemember thee and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me ; 
Yea. while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee. 

6 Ana when these failing lips grow dumb, 

And mind and mem'ry flee, 
"When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

Jaines MontgotKery. 

244 L. M. 

1 Author of our salvation, thee, 

With lowly, thankful hearts we praise, 
Author of this great mystery, 

Figure and means of sa^ing grace. 

2 The sacred, true, effectual sign. 

Thy body and thy blood it shows : 
The glorious instrument di\dne 

Thy mercy and thy strength bestows, 

3 We see the blood that seals our peace ; 

Thy pard'ning mercy we receive ; 
The bread doth visibly express 

The strength thro' which our spirits live. 

4 Our spirits drink a fresh supply. 

And eat the bread so freely given, 
Till borne on eagles' wings we fly, 

And banquet Avith our Lord in heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 



245 c. M. 

1 That doleful night before his death. 

The Lamb for sinners slain 
Did, almost T\ith his dying breath. 
This solemn feast ordain. 

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, 

And to remember thee : 
Help each poor trembler to repeat, 
" For me, he died for me 1 " 

3 Thy snff 'rings, Lord, each sacred sign 

To our remembrance brings ; 
*We eat the b^read, and drink the wine, 
But think on nobler things. 

4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame 
- Each heart that pants for thee. 

To sing. "Hosanna to the Lamb ! " 
The Lamb that died for mc ! 

Joseph Hart. 

246 s. M. 

1 Let all who traly bear 

The bleeding Saviour's name. 
Their faithful hearts with us prepare, 
And eat the paschal Lamb. 

2 This eucharistic feast 

Our every want supplies, 
And still we by his death are blessed, 
And share his sacrifice. 

3 Who thus our faith employ 

His suff 'rings to record, 
E'en now we mournfully enjoy 
Communion with our Lord ; 


4 As thoiigli we eA'ery one 

Beneath his cross had stood , 
And seen him heave and heard him groan, 
■ And felt his gushing blood. 

5 TVe too with him are dead. 

And shall with him arise : 
The cross on which he bows his head 
Shall lift us to the skies. 

Charles IVesley. 

247 s. M. 

1 Jesus, we thus obey 

Thy last and kindest word : 
Here in thine own appointed way 
We come to meet our Lord. 

2 The way thou hast enjoined, 

Thou wilt therein appear ; 
Y7e come with confidence to find 
Thy special presence here. 

3 Our hearts we open wide 

To make the Saviour room ; 

And lo ! the Lamb, the Crucified, 

The sinner's Friend, is come. 

4 His presence makes the feast ; 

And now our bosoms feel 
The glory not to be expressed, 
The joy unspeakable. 

Charles Wesley. 

248 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Come, thou everlasting Spirit. 
Bring to ev'ry thankful mind 
All the Sa\'iour's dying merit. 
All his sufT rings for mankind ; 


True recorder of his passion, 
Now the liA-ing faith impart, 

Now reveal his great salvation, 
Preach his gospel to our heart. 

2 Come, thou witneas of his dying ; 
Come, remembrancer divine, — 
Let ns feel thy power applying 

Christ to every sonl and mine : 
Let us groan thine inward groaning, 

Look on him we pierced, and grieve, 
All receive the grace atoning, 
All the sprinkled blood receive. 

Charles Wesley. 

249 7s. 

1 Jfsus, all-redeeming Lord, 
Magnify thy dying word. 
In thine ordinance appear, 
Come and meet thy foll'wers here. 

2 In the rite thou hast enjoined 
Let us now our Saviour find. 
Drink lay blood for sinners shed. 
Taste ihee in the broken bread. 

3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare ; 
Thou Ywj pard'ning grace declare , 
Thou that hast for sinners died. 
Show thyself the Crucified ! 

4 All the x>ower of sin remove ; 
Fill us with thy perfect love ; 
Stamp us with the stamp divine ; 
Seal our souls forever thine. 

Ckarles Wesley. 



250 7s, 6s, ^« 8s. 

1 Lamb of God, whose dying love 

We now recall to mind, 
Send the answer from above, 

And let us mercy find ; 
Think on us, who think on thee. 

And ev'ry struggling soul release ! 
O remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

2 By thine agonizing pain, 

And bloody ^veat, we pray ; 
By thy d^aug love to man. 

Take all our sins away : 
By thy passion on the tree, 

Let all our griefs and troubles cease : 
O remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

Charles Wesley. 

251 s. M. 

1 O WHAT a taste is this 

"Which now in Christ we know. 
An earnest of our glorious bliss, 
Our heaven begun below ! 

2 "When he the table spreads. 

How royal is the cheer ! 
"With rapture we lift up our heads, 
And own that God is here. 

3 The Lamb for sinners slain, 

"Who died to die no more. 
Let all the ransomed sons of men, 

"With all his hosts adore. 
12 177 


4 Let earth and heaven be joined, 
His glories to display, 
And hymn the Saviour of mankind 
In one eternal day. 

Charles IVcslcy. 

252 7s. 

1 Gloet l>e to God on high, 
God v^hose glory fills the sky ; 
Peace ou earth to man forgiven, 
Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 

2 Sovereign Father, h^venly King, 
Thee we now presume to sing ; 
Glad thine attributes confess, 
Glorious all, and numberless. 

3 Hail, by all thy works adored ! 
Hail, the everlasting Lord ! 

Thee with thankful hearts we prove, 
Lord of power, and God of love. 

4 Hear, for thou, O Christ, alone, 
Art with thy great Father one ; 
One the Holy Ghost with thee ; 
One supreme, eternal Three. 

Charles IVesley. 


253 s. M. 

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 

That saw the Lord arise ; 
Welcome to this reviving breasi 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King bimself comes near. 

And feasts his saints to-day : 


Here we may sit, and see liim "here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day within the place 

Which thoii dost, Lord, freciueat. 
Is sweeter tliaa ten thousand days 
In sinful pleasures spent, 

4 My willing soul would stay 

In such a frame as this. 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Isaac WaUi. 

254 c. M. 

1 With joy we hail the sacred day, 

Which God has called his own ; 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at his throne, 

2 Thy chosen temple. Lord, how fa,irl 

As here thy servants throng 
To breathe the humble, fervent prayex, 
And pour the grateful song. 

3 Spirit of grace ! O deign to dwell 

Withnn thy Church below ; 
Make her in holiness excel, 
With pure devotion glow, 

4 Let peace "within her walls be found; 

Let all her sons unite, 
To spread with holy zeal around 
Her clear and shrining light. 

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 

Which thou liast called thine own ; 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at thy throne. 

Harriet Auber.- 



255 a M. 

1 The Lord of Sabbath let ns praise, 

In concert with the "blest., 
Who. joyial, in harmonious lays 
Employ an endless, rest. 

2 Thns, Lord, while we rememl^er thee, 

We bless'd and pions grow ; 
By hymns of praise we learn to be 
Triumi)hant here below. 

3 On this glad day a brighter scene 

Of glorv was display'd 
By God. th' Eternal Word, than whtu 
This universe was made. 

4 He rises, who mankind has Tx)ught 

With grief and pain extreme : 
'Twas great to speak the world from na u-ght; 
'Twas greater to redeem. 

Samuel Wesley. Jr. 

25^ C. M. 

1 Come, \%\ ns join with one accord 

In hymns aronnd the throne ! 
This is the day our rising Lord 
Hath made and called his own. 

2 This is the day which God hath blest. 

The brightest of the seven, 

Type of that everlasting rest 

The saints enjoy in heaven. 

3 Then let us in his name smg on,. 

And hasten to that day 
Wlien our Redeemer shall come dowii. 
And shadows pass away. 


4 Not one, "but all our days below, 
Let us in kymns employ ; 
And in our Lord rejoicuig, go 
To his eternal joy. 

Charles Wesley. 

257 L. M. 

1 Another six days' work is done; 
Another Sabbath is begun : 
Keturu, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
improve the day thy God liath blest. 

ft O that OUT thoughts and thanlis may ri^ 
As grateful incense, to the skies ; 
And draw from Christ that sweet repose 
Which none but he tliat leeLs it knows ! 

3 This heavenly calm within the breast 
Is. the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the Church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties let the day, 
In holj' comforts, pass away -, 

How s'weet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 

JoseJ>h Stennetl. 

258 I. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, my God. my King. 
To praise thy name, give tliauks and sing; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And taJk of all thy truth by nighl 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
O may iuy heart in tune l>e found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 


3 Then I shall share a glorious part 
When grace hath well refined my hearS;, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head, 

4 Then shall I see-, and hear, and knowj. 
All I desired or wished belov/ ; 

And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Isaac Watir, 

259- 7s'. 61. 

i Safely through another week,. 
God has brought us on our way ; 
Let ns now a blessing seek, 

Waiting in his couxts to-day : 
Day of all the week the best,. 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 White we seek supplies of grace. 

Through the- dear Redeemer's aam^^ 
Sho-n- thy reconciling face — 

Take away our sin and sliaiae ; 
From our worldly cares set fteev 
May we rest this day in. thee. 

3 Here we eome thy name to praise ; 

Let us feel thy presence near ;. 
May thy glory meet our eyes. 

While we in. thy house appear ;: 
Here afford us^ Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4! May the gospeFs joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints., 
Make the fruits of gra<?.e abound. 



Bring relief from all comjjlaiuts : 
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the Church above. 

John Newton. 

S60 H. M. 

1 Welcome, delightful morn, 

Thou day of sacred rest I 
I hail thy kind return ; 

Lord, make these moments blest : 
From the low train of mortal toys, 
I soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Nov7 may the Krug descend, 

And fill his throne of grace ; 
Thy scepter, Lord, extend, 

While saints address thy face ; 
Let sinners feel thy quick' ning word. 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 

And bless these sacred hours : 
Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Kor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 

, J. Hayzvard. 

261 c. M. 

1 This is the day the Lord hath made, 

He calls the hours his ovoi ; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day he rose and left the dead , 

And Satan's empire fell; 
To-day the saints his triumph spread, 
And all his wonders tell, 


3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 
To David's holy Son : 
Help us, O Lord, descend, and bring 
Salvation from thy throne ! 

Isaac IVatts. 

262 c. M. 

1 May I throughout this da}^ of thine 

Be in thy Spirit, Lord : 
Spirit of humble fear divine, 
That trembles at thy word ; 

2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise, 

And fix on things above ; 
Spirit of sacriiice and praise, 
Of holiness and love. 

Charles Wesley. 

263 L. M. 

1 Fae from my thoughts, vain world, be- 

Let my religious hours alone : 
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see : 
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire : 
Come, Jesus Saviour, from above. 
And feed my soul mth heavenly love. 

3 Bless' d Jesus, what delicfous fare! 
How sweet thine entertainments are ! 
Never did angels taste above 
Eedeeming grace and dying love. 

Isaac Watts. 


264 L. M. 

1 Thixe earthly Sabhatlis, Lord, we love ; 
But there's a nobler rest above : 

To that our lab'riug souls aspire. 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

2 Xo more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
Xo sighs shall mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
Xo cares to break the long repose ; 
Xo midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

4 O long-expected day, begin ; 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death, to rest with God. 

Philip Doddridge. 

205 7s. 

1 Softly fades the twilight ray 
Of the holy Sabbath-day ; 
Gently as life's setting sun, 
Y/hen the Christian's course is run. 

2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
"Tis the holy peace of God, 
S;,Tnbol of the peace within 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

3 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
Days of joy and peace in thee. 
Till in heaven our souls repose. 
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 

Sainuel Francis Smith. 



2SQ 10s. 

1 SavioukT again to tbj dear name we 

With one accord our parting hymn of 

praise : 
We stand to bless thee ere onr worship 

Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of 


2 Grant lis thy peace upon onr homeward 

With thee began, with thee shall end, the 

Guard thou the lips ixom sin, the hearts 

from shame. 
That in this house have called upon thy 


3 Grant ns thy peace, Lord ! through the 

coming night. 
Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
From harm and danger keep thy children 

For dark and light are both alike to thee. 

4 Grant us thv peace throughout our earth- 

ly life, ^ 

Our balm in sorrow and our stay in strife ; 

Then, when thy voice shall bid our con- 
flict cease. 

Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. 

^okn Ellerto7t. 




267 H. M. 

1 Blotv ye the trumpet, blow. 

The gladly solemn sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Hath full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home, 

3 Extol the Lamb of God, 

The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption through his blood 

Thro'ighout the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

4 Ye slayes of sin and hell. 

Your liberty receiye, 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 



And blest in Jesus live : 
The year of jubilee is couie ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinnei-s, home. 

5 Ye who have sold for naught 

Your heritage above, 
Receive it back unbought, 

The gift of Jesus' love : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

G The gospel trumpet hear. 

The news of heavenly grace ; 

And, saved from earth, appear 
Before your SaWour's face : 

The year of jubilee is come ; 

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

Charles Wesley. 

208 L. M. 

1 SiXNEKS, obe}'- the gospel word ! 
Haste to the supper of my Lord : 
Be T\ise to know your gracious day ; 
All thing-s are ready, come awa3^ 

2 Ready the Father is to own 
And kiss his late-returning son ; 
Ready your loAing Saviour stands. 
And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 

3 Ready the Spirit of his love 

Just now your hardness to remove ; 
T' apply and witness with the blood, 
And wash and seal the sons of God. 

4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
To triumph in your l)lest estate : 
Tuning their harps, they long to praise 
The wonders of redeeming grace, 



5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Are ready with their shining host : 
Ail heaven is ready to resound, 
"The dead's alive ! the lost is found I " 

Charles V/eshy. 

269 L. M. 

1 Come, O ye sinners, to your Lord, 
In Christ to paradise restored ; 
His proffered benefits embrace, 
The plenitude of gospel grace : 

2 A pardon written with his blood, 
The fa-vor and the peace of God ; 
The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
The mystic joys of penitence ; 

3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, 
The meltings of a broken heart ; 

The tears that tell your sins forgiven ; 
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven ; 

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress ; 
Th' unutterable tenderness ; 

The genuine meek humility : 

The wonder, " Why such love to me? " 

5 Th' o'erwhelming power of saving grace. 
The sight that veils the seraph's face ; 
The speechless awe that dares not move, 
And all the silent heaven of love. 

Charles Wesley. 

270 L. M. 

1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast ; 
liet every soul be Jesus' guest : 


Ye need not one lie left behind, 
For God hath bidden all mankind. 

2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call ; 
The invitation is to all : 

Come, all the world ! come, sinner, thon ; 
All things in Christ are ready now. 

3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, 
Ye restless wand'rers after rest, 

Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, 
In Christ a hearty ivelcome find. 

4 IMy message as from God receive : 
Ye all may come to Christ and live ; 
O let his love your hearts constrain, 
Nor suffer him to die in vain ! 

5 See him set forth before your eyes, 
That ]3recious, bleeding sacrifice ! 
His ofiered benefits embrace. 
And freely now be saved by grace! 

Charles Wesley, 

271 L. M. 

1 Ho ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh ; 

'Tis God invites the fallen race : 
Mercy and free salvation buy ; 

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 

2 Come to the liA^ng waters, come ! 

Sinners, obey your Maker's call : 

Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, 

And find my grace is free for all. 

3 See from the rock a fountain rise ; 

For you in healing streams it rolls ; 


Money ye need not bring, nor price, 
Ye lab 'ring, burdened, sin-sick souls. 

4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give ; 

Leave all you have, and are, behind ; 
Frankly the gift of God receive, 
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 

Charles Wesley, 

272 L. M. 

1 O DO not let the word depart, 

And close thine eyes against the light ; 
Poor sinner, harden not thy heart : 

Thou wouldst be saved; why not to- 

2 To-morrow's sun may never rise 

To bless thy long-deluded sight ; 
This is the time ; O then be wise ! 
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night? 

3 Our G od in pity lingers still ; 

And wilt thou thus his love requite? 
Eenounce at length thy stubborn will : 
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night? 

4 Our blessed Lord refuses none 

Who would to him their souls unite ; 
Then be the work of grace begun : 
Thou wouldst be saved ; why not to-night? 

Elizabeth Reed. 

273 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
Weak and v/ounded,sick and sore ; 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 


Full of pity, love, and power: 

He is able, 
He is willing, doubt no more. 

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify : 
True belief aoid true repentance. 
Every grace that brings you nigh. 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him : 

This he gives you' ; 
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam., 

4 Come, ye weary, hea^^y-laden, 

Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all : 

Not the righteous. 
Sinners, Jesus came to call. 

5 Agonizing in the garden. 

"Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold him ! 
Hear him cry before he dies, 

"It is finished!" 
Sinners, will not this suffice? 

6 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascending, 

Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture freely, 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good.. 


7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb, 

While the blissful seats of leaven 

Sweetly echo with his name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may d© the same. 

Joseph Hart. 

214. Us. 

i O TUEN ye, O tnm ye, for "why Tvill ye die, 
When God in great mercy is coming so 

Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, 

And angels are vraiting to vrelcome you 


2 And now Christ is ready your souls to 

O how can you question, if you will 

believe ? 
If sin is your burden, why will you not 

'Tis you he bids welcome* he bids you 

come home. 

3 In riches, in pleasures, what can you ob- 

To soothe your affliction, or banish your 

To bear up your spirit when summoned 

to die. 
Or waft you to mansions of glory on high? 

4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on 

There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to 
spare ; 
13 193 


If still you are doubting, make trial and 

And prove that his mercy is boundless and 


Joiiah Hopkins, 

275 lis. 

1 Delay not, delay not, sinner, draw 

The waters of life are now flowing for 

thee ; 
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 

2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse 

The love and compassion of Jesus, thy 

A fountain is open, how canst thou refuse 
To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning 


3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come. 

For Mercy still lingers and calls thee 
to-day : 
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the 
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass 

4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, 

Long grieved and resisted, may take his 
sad flight, 
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy 
To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 

Thomas Hastings. 



376 12s. 

1 The voice of free grace cries, ' ' Escape to 

the mountain ; 

For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened 
a fountain : 

For sin and uncleanness and every trans- 

His "blood flows most freely, in streams of 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has pur- 
chased our pardon ! 
We will praise him again when we 
pass over Jordan. 

2 Now glory to God in the highest is given; 
Now glory to God is re-echoed in heaven; 
Around the whole earth let us tell the glad 

And sing of his love, his salvation and glory. 
Halleluiah to the Lamb, &c. 

3 O Jesus, ride on, — thy kingdom is glorious ; 
O'er sin, death, and hell thou wilt make 

us victorious ; 
Thy name shall be praised in the great 

And saints shall ascribe unto thee their 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. 

4 When on Zion we stand, having gained 

the blest shore. 
With our harps in our hands, we will 

praise evermore : 
We'll range the blest fields on the banks 

of the river, 



And sing of redemption forever and ever. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. 

Richard Burdsall. 

277 C. M. 

1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 

A thousand thoughts revolve, — 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve •, 

2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
"Whatever may oppose. 

3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
Without his sovereign grace. 

4 I'll to the gracious King approach, 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 Perhaps he may admit my plea. 

Perhaps will" hear my prayer ; 
But, if I perish, I will pray. 
And perish only there. 

6 I can but perish if I go, 

I am resolved to try ; 
For, if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. 

"7 But, if I die with mercy sought, 
When I the King have tried, 
This were to die (delightful thought !) 
As sinner never died. 

Edmund Jones. 


278 C. M. 

1 Ye wretched, hungry, starYing poor, 

Behold a royal feast ! 
"Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
For every humble guest. 

2 See, Jesus standi with open arms : 

He calls, he bids you come : 
O stay not back, thou.-li fear alarms, 
For yet there still is room. 

3 O come, and with his children taste 

The blessings of his love ; 
While hope attends the sweet rejjast 
Of nobler joys above. 

4 There, with united heart and voice. 

Before ta' eternal throne. 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
In ecstasies imknown. 

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more 

Are welcome still to come : 
Ye happy souls, the grace adore ; 
Approach, there yet is room. 

Anne Steele. 

279 c. M. 

1 Let every mortal ear attend, 

And every heart rejoice ; 
The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
\Yith an inviting voice. 

2 Ho ! all ye hungTy, starving souls, 

That feed upon the vvind, 
And vainly strive with earthly toys 
To fill aji empty mind, — 


3 Eternal Wisdom hatli prepared 

A soul-reviving feast, 
And bids your longing appetites 
The rich provision taste. 

4 Ho ! ye that pant for li\ing streams, 

. And pine away and die, 
Here you may quench your raging thirst 
With springs that never dry. 

5 Eivers of love and mercy here, 

In a rich ocean, join ; 
Salvation, in abundance, flows 
Like floods of milk and wine. 

6 The happy gates of gospel grace 

Stand open night and day : 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 

Isaac Watts. 

280 c. M. 

1 In the soft season of thy youth, 

In nature's smiling bloom, 
Ere age arrives, and trembling waits 
Its summons to the tomb, — 

2 Remember thy Creator now ; 

For him thy powers employ ; 
Mtike him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, 
Thy confidence and joy. 

3 He shall defend and guide thy youth 

Through life's uncertain sea, 
Till thou art landed on the coast 
Of blest eternity. 


Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose 
The path of heavenly truth; 

This earth affords no lovelier sight 
Than a religions youth. 

Thomas Gibbons. 

281 78 & 6s. 

1 Deoopinq souls, no longer mourn, 

Jesus still is precious ; 
If to him you now return, 

Heaven will be propitious. 
Jesus now is passing by, 

Calling wand'rers near him ; 
Drooping souls, j^ou need not die; 

Go to him and hear him. 

2 He has pardons, full and free, ^ 

Drooping souls to gladden ; 
Still he cries — "Come unto me, 

"Weary, heavy-laden ! ' ' 
Though your sins, like mountains high^ 

Rise, and reach to heaven, 
Soon as you on him rely. 

All shall be forgiven. 

3 Precious la the Saviour's name. 

Dear to all that love him ; 
He to save the dying came ; — 

Gro to him and prove him ! 
"Wandering sinners, now return ; 

Contrite souls, believe him ! 
Jesus calls you, cease to mourn : 

Worship him ; i-eceive him. 

Thomas HastiTigs. 



282 S. M. 

1 The Lord declares his will, 

And keeps the world in awe ; 
Amidst the smoke on Sinai's hill 
Breaks out his fiery law. 

2 The Lord reveals his face, 

And, smiling from above. 
Sends down the gospel of his grace, 
Th' epistles of his love. 

3 These sacred words impart 

Our Maker's just commands, 
The pity of his melting heart, 
And vengeance of his hands. 

4 We read the heavenly word, 
, We take the oiiered grace, 
Obey the statutes of the Lord, 

* And trust his promises. 

Isaac Waits. 

283 c. M. 

1 The Saviour calls — let every ear 

Attend the heavenly sound : 
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear ; 
Hope smiles reviving round. 

2 For every thirsty, longing heart 

Here streams of bounty flow ; 
And life and health and bliss impart, 
To banish mortal woe. 

3 Ye sinners, come ; 'tis mercy's voice ; 

The gracious call obey ; 
Mercy invites to heavenly joys, 
And am you yet delay? 


Dear SavioTir, draw reluctant hearts ; 

To thee let sinners fly, 
And take the bliss thy love imparts, 

And drink, and never die. 

Anne Steele. 

2S4: c. M. 

1 Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear ; 
Repent, thine end is nigh ; 
Death, at the farthest, can't be far : 
O think before thou die. 

2 Eeflect, thou hast a soul to save ; 

Thy sins, hovr high they mount ! 
Y/hat are thy hopes beyond the grave? 
How stands that dark account? 

3 Death enters, and there's no defence ; 

His time there's none can tell ; 
He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
To heaven, or down to hell. 

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest cars, 

Shall into d^ast consume ; 
But ah ! destruction stops not there : 
Sin kills beyond the tomb. 

Joseph Hart, 

2>%^ 7s. 6. 

1 Weaey souls that wander wide 
From the central jjoint of bliss. 
Turn to Jesus crucified, 

Fly to those dear wounds of his ; 
Sink into the purple flood ; 
Else into the life of God- 


2 Find in Christ the way of peace, 

Peace unspeakable, Wknown ; 
By his pain he gives you ease, 

Life by his expiring groan : 
Rise exalted by his fall, 
Eind in Christ your all in all. 

3 O believe the record true : 

Grod to you his Son hath given ; 
Ye may now be happy too ; 

Find on earth the life of heaven : 
Live the life of heaven above, 
All the Life of glorious love. 

Charles Wesley. 

286 7s. 

1 What could your Redeemer do, 
ISIore than he has done for you ? 
To procure your peaee with God, 
Could he more than shed his blood ? 
If your death were his delight, 
Would he you to life invite ? 
Would he ask, beseech, and cry, 

" Why will ye resolve to die ?" 

2 Sinners, turn, while God is near : 
Bare not think him insincere : 
Now, e'en now, your Sa^viour stands, 
All day long he spreads his hands ; 
Cries, ' ' Ye vrill not happy be ; 

No, ye will not come to m.e — 
Me, who life to none deny : 
Why "will ye resolve to die ? " 

3 Can ye doubt if God is love, 
If to all his bowels move? 
Will ye not his word receive? 
Will ye not his oath believe ? 



See, the suff'ring God appears ; 
Jesus weeps ; believe his tears ! 
Mingled with his blood, they cry, 
"Why will ye resolve to die? " 

Charles Wesley. 

387 7s. D. 

1 Come, ye wearv' sinners, come. 

All who groan beneath your, load ; 
Jesus calls his wand'rers home ; 

Hasten to your pard'ning God. 
Come, ye guilty souls, oppressed, 

Answer to the Saviour's call : 
" Come, and I will give you rest ; 

Come, and I will save you all." 

2 Burdened with a world of grief, 

Burdened with our sinful load, 
Burdened with this unbelief, 

Burdened with the wrath of God ; 
Lo ! we come to thee for ease, 

True and gracious as thou art ; 
Kow our groaning souls release, 

Write forgiveness on our heart. 

CharUs Wesley. 

288 7s. D. 

1 SiXNEKS, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your ]Maker, asks you why ! 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live ; 
He the fatal cause demands. 
Asks the work of his own hands, 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
- Will ye cross his love, and die? 


2 Sinners, turn, wlij^ will ye die? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why 
God, who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live. 
Will ye let him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 
Wh}', ye ransomed sinners, why 
^Vill ye slight his grace, and die? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why ! 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to einhrace his love ; 
Will ye not his grace receive? 
Will ye still refuse to live? 
Y/hy, ye long-sought sinners, why 
Will ye grieve your God, and die? 

Charles Wesley. 

289 7s. 

1 Hasten, sinner, to be wise ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Wisdom, if thou stiii despise. 
Harder is she to he won. 

2 Hasten, mercy to implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest thy season should be o'er 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

3 Hasten, sinner, to return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest thy lamp should cease to bum 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 


Lest the curse shonld thee arrest 
Ere the morrow is begun 

Thomas Scott. 

290 7s. 

1 When thy mortal life is fled, 

When the death-shades o'er thee spread, 
When is finished thy ca,reer, 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear? 

2 When the world has passed away, 
When draws near the judgment-day, 
When the awful trump shall sound, 
Say, O, where wilt thou be found ? 

3 '^Taen the Judge descends in light, 
Clothed in majesty and might, 
When the wicked quail with fear, 
Wliere, O, where wilt thou appear ? 

4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, 
When the saints and thou must part? 
When the good with joy are cro^vned. 
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 

5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh. 
Quickly to the Sa\'iour fiy ;. 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer, 
Then in heav'n shalt thou appear. 

Samuel Francis Smiik 

291 L. M. 

1 Behold a Stranger at the door ! 
He gently knocks, has knocked before ; 
Has waited long, is waiting still: 
You treat no other friend so ill. 


2 O lovely attitude ! he stands 

With melting heart and bleeding hands ; 
O matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes ! 

3 But will he prove a Friend indeed? 
He will ; the very Friend you need — 
The Friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Rise, touched with gratitude di^-ine ; 
Turn out his enemy and thine, 
That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 

5 Admit him, ere his anger bum ; 
His feet, departed, ne'er return ; 
Admit him, or the hour's at hand, 
You'll at his door rejected stand. 

Joseph Grigg. 

292 L. M. 

1 God calling yet ! shall I not hear? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 
Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
And still n^y soul in slumber lie ? 

2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise? 
Can I his loving voice despise, 
And basely hiskind care repay? 
He calls me still ; can I delay ? 

3 God calling yet ! and shall he knock, 
And I my heart the closer lock? 

He still is waiting to receive, 
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve? 


4 God calling yet I and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live? 
I wait, but he does not foi-sake ; 
He calls me still ; my lieart, awake ! 

Grod calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
My heart I yield without delay : 
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart. 

Gerhard Tersteegen. Tr. hy Jane Borthwick. 

293 L M 

1 Return, wanderer, return, 

And seek an injured Father's face ; 

Those warm desires that in thee bum 

Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, return, 

And seek a Father's melting heart ; 
His pitying eyes thy grief discern. 

His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 

3 Return, O wanderer, return ; 

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; 
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

4 Return, O wanderer, return, 

And wipe away the falling tear ; 
'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn ; " 
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 

William Bengo CoUyer. 

394 lis, lOs. 

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
Come, and at God's altar fervently 
kneel ; 



Here bring your wonnded hearts, here 

tell your anguish : 
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot 

2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 
Here speaks the Comforter, in Grod'sname 
" Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can- 
not cure." 

3 Go ask the infidel what hoon he brings 

What charm for aching hearts he can 
Sweet as the heavenlypromise hope sings us. 
Earth has no sorrow that Grod cannot heal. 

T/untias Moors. 

295 c. M. 

1 Come, let us who in Christ believe, 

Our common Saviour praise ; 
To him, with joyful voices, give 
The glory of his grace. 

2 He now stands knocking at tlie door 

Of every sinner's heart : 
The worst need keep him out no more. 
Or force him to depart. 

3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice, 

Yield to be saved from sin ; 
In sure and certain hope rejoice 
That thou wilt enter in. 


4 Come quickly in, thou heavenly Oxiest, 
Nor ever hence remove ; 
But sup with us, and let the feast 
Be everlasting love. 

CkarUx Wesley, 

296 C M, 

i Repeat, the voice celestial cries, 
No longer dare delay ; 
The wreteh that scorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 The summons goes through all the earth : 

Let earth attend and fear ; 

Listen, ye men of royal birth, 

And let your vassals hear. 

3 Together in his presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess ; 
Accept the offered Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 

4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar ; 
For mercy knows th' appointed bounds 
And turns to vengeance there. 

Philip Doddridge. 

297 a M. 

1 Sinners, the voice of God regard ; 

'Tis mercy speaks to-day ; 
He calls you by his sacred word 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, 

You live devoid of peace ; 
A thousand stings within your breast 
Deprive vour souls of ease. 
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3 Yonr way is dark, and leads to hell i 
Why will yon persevere? 
Can you in endless torments dwell. 
Shut up in black despair? 

\ "Why will you in the crooked ways 
Of sin and folly go? 
In pain you travel all your dayjj^ 
To reap eternal woe. 

5 But he that turns to Grod shall live 
Through his abounding grace r 
His mercy will the guilt forgive 
Of those that seek his face. 

8 Bow to the scepter of his word, 
Eenouncing every sin ; 
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord^ 
And learn his will divine. 

298 s. M. 

1 And will the Judge descend? 

And must the dead arise? 

And not a single soul escape 

His all discerning eyes ? 

2 How will my heart endure 

The terrors of that day, 
When earth and heaven before his face. 
Astonished, shrink away ? 

3 But ere that trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark, from the gospel's gentle voice. 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4 Ye sinners, seek his grace 

Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 


Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

Philip Doddridge. 

299 s. M. 

1 To-MOREOW, Lord, is thine. 

Lodged in thy sovereign hand, 
And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 

And bears onr life away ; 
O make thy servants truly wise. 
That they may live to-day ! 

3 Since on this winged hour 

Eternity is hung, 
Waken, by thine almighty power, 
The aged and the young. 

4 One thing demands our care ; 

O be it still pursued. 
Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renewed. 

5 To Jesus may we fly. 

Swift as the morning light, 
Lest life's young golden beam should dj; 
In sudden, endless night. 

"Philip Doddridge. 

300 L. M. 

1 While life prolongs its precious light, 
IMercy is found, and peace is given ; 
But soon, ah soon, approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 


2 While God invites, how blest the clay ! 

Hovv- sweet the gospel's charming sound ! 
Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, 
While yet a pard'ning God is found. 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the grave, 
Before his bar your spirits bring. 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair * 

No Sabbatli's heavenly light shall rise, 
No God regard your bitter prayer. 
No Saviour call you to the skies. 

Timothy Dwight. 

301 L. M. 

1 Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise; 
To torrents melt, my streaming eyes ; 
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel 
Those evils which thou canst not heal. 

2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
See scandals poured on Jesus name ; 
The Father wounded through the Son, 
The world abused, the soul undone. 

3 See the short course of vain delight 
Closing in everlasting night. 

In flames that no abatement know, 
Though briny tears forever flow. 

4 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
My spirit yearns o'er dying men ; 
And fain my pity would reclaim, 

And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 


5 But feeljle my compassion proves. 
And can "but Tveep where most it loves ; 
Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
And turn these drops of grief to joy. 

Philij) Doddridge. 

302 c. M. 

1 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes 

Our inmost thoughts perceive. 
Accept the evening sacrifice 
Which now to thee we give. 

2 We bow before thy gracious throne, 

Aud think ourselves sincere j 
But show us, Lord, is every one 
Thy real worshiper? 

3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, 

Nor feels his want of thee ; 
A stranger to the blood which bought 
His pardon on the tree ? 

4 Convince him now of unbelief, 

His desp'rate state explain, 
And fill his heart with sacred grief, 
And penitential pain. 

5 Speak with that voice that wakes the dead, 

And bid the sleeper rise ; 
And bid his guilty conscience dread 
The death that never dies. 

Charles Wesley. 

303 c. M. 

1 What is the thing of greatest price, 
The whole creation round? 
That which was lost in Paradise, 
That which in Christ is found : 


2 The soul of man — Jehovah's breath — 

That keeps two worlds at strife : 
Hell moves beneath to work its death, 
Heaven stoops to give it life. 

3 God, to reclaim it, did not spare 

His well-beloved Son ; 
Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear 
The sins of all in one. 

4 The Holy Spirit sealed the plan, 

And pledged the blood divine 

To ransom every soul of man — 

That price was paid for mine. 

5 And is this treasure borne below, 

In earthen vessels frail? 
Can none its utmost value know. 
Till flesh and spirit fail? 

6 Then let us gather round the cross, 

That knowledge to obtain ; 
Not by the soul's eternal loss, 
But everlasting gain. 

James Montgomery, 

304 C. M. 

i Come, O thou all- victorious Lord, 
Thy power to us make knovm ; 
Strike with the hammer of thy word, 
And break these hearts of stone. 

2 Convince us first of unbelief, 
And freely then release ; 
Fill every soul with sacred grief, 
And then with sacred peace. 


3 Impov'risb, Lord, and then relieve, 

And then enrich the poor ; 
The knowledge of our sickness give, 
The knowledge of oux cure. 

4 That blessed sense of guilt impart, 

And then remove the load ; 
Trouble, and wash the ti'oubled heart 
In the atoning blood. 

5 Our desperate state through sin declare, 

And speak our sins forgiven : 
By perfect holiness prepare, 
And take us up to heaven. 

, CharUs Weslej^, 

305 C. M. 

1 Jesus, Eedeemer of mankind, 

Display thy saving power ; 
Thy mercy let these outcasts find, 
And know their gracious hour. 

2 Ah ! give them. Lord, a longer space, 

Nor suddenly consume ; 
But let ttiem take the proffered grace. 
And Hee the wrath to come. 

J O wouldst thou cast a pitying look. 
All goodness as thou art. 
Like that which faithless Peter's broke, 
On every stony heart ! 

4 Who thee beneath their feet have trod. 
And crucified afresh. 
Touch vfith thine all-%'ietorious blood, 
And turn the stone to flesh. 


5 Open their eyes thy cros-s to see, 

Their ears to hear thy cries : 
Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee. 
For thee be weeps and dies. 

6 All the day long he meekly stands^ 

His rebels to receive ; [bands. 

And shows his wounds, and spreads his 
And bids you turn and live. 

Charles Wesley. 

306 c. M. 

1 Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord, 

Thy blessing we implore ; 
Open the door to preach thy word. 
The great effectual door. 

2 Gather the onteasts in, and save 

From sin and Satan's power ; 
And let them now acceptance have. 
And know their gracious hour. 

3 Lover of souls ! thou know^st to prize 

What thou hast bought so dear : 
Come, then, and in thy people's eyes, 
With all thy wounds appear ! 

4 Tlie hardness from their hearts remove^ 

Thou who for all hast died ; 
Show them the tokens of thy love, 
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. 

6 Ready thou art the blood t' apply, 
And prove the record true ; 
And all thy wounds to sinners cry, 
"I suffered this for you." 

Char-les Wesley, 



307 c M. 

1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 

Nor is thy gospel weak : 
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, 
And bow th' aspiring Greek. 

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage 

Doth thy salvation flow ; 
'T is not confined to sex or age, 
The lofty or the Ldw. 

3 "While grace is offered to the prince, 

The poor may take their share ; 
No mortal has a just pretense 
To perish in despair. 

4 Come, all ye vilest sinners, come ; 

He'll form your souls anew ; 
His gospel and his heart have room 
For rebels such as you. 

217 Isaac Watts. 



308 c. P. M. 

1 Author of faith, to thee I cry, 

To thee who wouldst not have me die, 

But know the truth and live : 
Open mine eyes to see thy face, 
Work in my heart the saving grace, 
The life eternal give. 

2 Shut up in unhelief I groan, 

And blindly serve a God unknown, 

Till thou the veil remove : 
The gift unspeakable impart, 
And write thy name upon my heart, 
And manifest thy love. 

3 I know the grace is only thine. 
The gift of faith is all di\-ine ; 

But if on thee we call. 
Thou wilt the benefit bestow. 
And give us hearts to feel and know 

That thou hast died for all. 

4 Be it according to thy word ; 

Now let me find my pard'ning Lord ; 
Let what I ask be given; 


The bar of unbelief remove, 
Open the door of faith and love, 
And take me into heaven ! 

Charles Wesley. 

309 L. M. D. 

1 Jesus, my Advocate above, 

My Friend before the throne of love, 
If now for me prevails thy prayer, 
If now I find thee pleading there, 
If thou the secret wish convey, 
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray, 
Hear, and my weak petitions join. 
Almighty Advocate, to thine. 

2 O sovereign Love, to thee I cry ! 
Give me thyself, or else I die ! 

Save me from death ; from hell set free ! 
Death, hell, are but the want of thee. 
Quickened by thy imparted flame ; 
Saved, when possessed of thee, I am : 
My life, my only heaven thou art ; 
O might I feel thee in my heart ! 

Charles Wesley. 

310 L M. 

1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; 
Let a repenting rebel live: 

Are not thy mercies large and free? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 ]My crimes are great, but don't sui-pass 
The power and glory of thy grace : 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
So let thy pard'ning love be found. 



3 O wash my soul from every sin, 

And make my guilty conscience clean ! 
Here on my heart the burden Kes, 
And past offenses pain mine eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace : 
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce thee just in death ; 
And if my soul were sent to hell, 

Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner. Lord, 
Whose hope, still hov' ring round thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 

Isaac Watts. 

311 C. M. 

1 Long have I sat beneath the sound 

Of thy salvation, Lord ; 
But still how weak my faith is found, 
And knowledge of thy word ! 

2 How cold and feeble is my love ! 

How negligent my fear ! 
How low my hopes of joys above ! 
How few affections there ! 

3 Great God, thy sovereign aid impart 

To give thy word succe&s ; 
Write thy salvation on my heart, 
And make me learn thy grace. 


4 Show my forgetful feet the way 
That leads to joys on high, . 
Where knowledge grows without decay, 
And love shall never die. 

Isaac IVatts. 

312 c. M. 

1 In evil long I took delight, 

Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopped my wild career. 

2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 

In agonies and blood, 
"Who fixed his languid eyes on me. 
As near his cross I stood. 

3 Sure, never to my latest breath 

Can I forget that look ; 
It seemed to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 

And plunged me in despair ; 
I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
And helped to nail him there. ' 

5 A second look he gave, which said : 

' ' I freely all forgive ; 
This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
I die that thou mayst live. ' ' 

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays 

In all its blackest hue, 
Such is the mysterv" of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

John Newton. 


313 c M 

1 O FOR that tenderness of heart 

Which bows before the Lord, 

Acknowledging how just thou art, 

And trembling at thy v/ord ! 

2 O for those humble, contrite tears, 

"Which from repentance flow ; 
That consciousness of guilt which fears 
The long-suspended blow ! 

' 3 Saviour, to me in pity give 
The sensible distress ; 
The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive, 
And bid me die in peace. 

Charles Wesley. 

314 c. M. 

1 Fathee, I wait before thy throne; 

Call me a child of thine ; 
Send down the Spirit of thy Son, 
To form my heart divine. 

2 There shed thy promised love abroad, 

And make my comfoii; strong ; 
Then shall I say, " My Father, God ! " 
With an unwav'ring tongue. 

Isaac Watts. 

315 C. M. 

1 Father, behold with gracious eyes 

The souls before thy throne, 
Who now present their sacrifice, 
And seek thee in thy Son. 

2 Well pleased in him thyself declare, 

Thy pard'ning love reveal, 


The peaceful answer of onr prayer 
To every conscience seal. 

3 Meanest of all thy servants, I 

Those happier spirits meet, 
And mix ^vith theirs my feeble cry, 
And worship at thy feet. 

4 On me, on all, some gift bestow, 

Some blessing now impart ; 
The seed of life eternal sow 
In every monmfal heart. 

5 Thy loving, powerful Spirit shed, 

And speak our sins forgiven, 
Or haste throughout the lump to spread 
The sanctifying leaven. 

6 Refresh ns with a ceaseless shower 

Of graces from above, 
Till all receive the perfect power 
Of everlasting love. 

Charles Wesley. 

316 s M. 

1 THAT I could repent, 

With all my idols part , 
And to thy gracious eye present 
A humble, contrite heart : 

2 A heart with grief oppressed 

For having grieved my God ; 

A troubled heart that can not rest 

Till sprinkled with thy blood. 

3 Jesus, on me bestow 

The penitent de^sire ; 
With true sincerity of woe 
My aching breast inspire ; 


4 With soft'uing pity look, 

And melt my hardness down ; 
Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 
And break this heart of stone ! 

Charles Wesley. 

311 S. M. 

1 O THAT I could repent ! 

O that I could believe ! 
Thou, by thy voice omnipotent, 
The rock in sunder cleave ; 

2 Thou, by thy two-edg'd sword. 

My soul and spirit part ; 
Strike with the hammer of thy word, 
And break my stubborn heart. 

3 Saviour and Prince of Peace, 

The double grace bestow : 
Unloose the bands of wickedness, 
And let the captive go. 

4 Grant me my sins to feel, 

And then the load remove : 
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, 
The balm of pard'ning love. 

5 This is thy vtdll, I know, 

That I should holy be ; 
Should let my sins this moment go, 
This moment turn to thee : 

6 O might I now embrace 

Thy all-sufficient power ! 
And never more to sin give place. 
And never grieve thee more ! 

Charles Wesley. 


318 L. M. 

1 Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood vras shed for me, 
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee> 
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot. 

To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt. 
Fightings within, and fears without, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

5 Just as I am thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
Because thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

6 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
Hath broken every barrier down ; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come ! 

Charlotte Ellioic. 

319 S. M. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 
And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 
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2 The Son of God in tears 

The wond'ring angels see ! 
Be thou astonished, O my soul : 
He shed those tears for thee ! 

3 He wept that we might weep r 

Each sin demands a tear : 
In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there's no weeping there. 

Benjamin Beddotne. 

320 los. 

1 Late, late, so late ! and dark the night, 

and chill ! 
Late, late, so late ! But we can enter still. 
' ' Too late, too late! ye can not enter now. ' ' 

2 No light had we — for that we do repent, 
And learning this, the Bridegroom will 

" Too late, too late ! ye can not enternow." 

3 No light ! so late ! and dark and chill the 

night ; 
O let us in, that we may find the light. 
" Too late, too late ! ye can not enter now !" 

4 Have we not heard the hridegroom is so 

sweet ! 
O let us in, though late, to kiss his feet; 
"No! no I too late I ye can not enternow!" 

Alfred Tennyson. 

331 L. M. 

i Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near, 
And bow myself before thy fa<;e? 
How in thy purer eyes appear ? 
What shkli I bring to gain thy grace? 


2 Will gifta delight the Lord most high ? 

Will multiplied oblations please? 
Thousands of rams his favor buy? 
Or slaughtered hecatombs appease? 

3 Can these avert the wrath of God? 

Can these wash out my guilty stain ? 
Elvers of oil, and seas of blood, 
Alas ! they all must flow in vain. 

4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve 

Must take the path thyself hast showed; 
Justice pursue, and mercy love, 

And humbly walk by faith with God. 

5 But though my life henceforth be thine, 

Present for past can ne'er atone : 

Though I to thee the whole resign, 

I only give thee back thine own. 

6 What have I then wherein to trust ; 

I notliing have, I nothing am ; 
Excluded is my every boast ; 

My glory swallowed up in shame. 

7 Guilty I stand before thy face ; 

On me I feel thy wrath abide ; 
^Tis lust the sentence should take place, 
'Tis just— but O, thy Son hath died ! 

Charles IV^Si'ey. 

322 c. M, 

1 God is in this and every place ; 
But, O. bow dark and void 
To me ! — 'Tis one great wildeniess, 
This earth without my God, 


2 Empty of him ^ho all tilings fills, 

Till he his light impart, 
Till he his glorions self reveals, 
The veil is on my heart. 

3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief. 

Thyself unseen, nnknown, 
Pity my helpless unbelief. 
And bre^k my heart of stone. 

4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 

The long-sought blessing give ; 
And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold thy face and live. 

Charles Wesley. 

333 c. M. 

1 Long have I seemed to serve thee. Lord, 

With unavailing pj^iu : 
Fasted and prayed, and read thy word, 
And heard it preached in vain. 

2 Oft did I vnth th' assembly join, 

And near thy altar drew ; 

A form of godliness was mine, 

The pov/er I never knew. 

3 I rested in the outward law. 

Nor knew its deep design : 
The length and breadth I never saw, 
And height, of love divine. 

4 I see the perfect law requires 

Truth in the inward parts ; 
Our full consent, our whole desires, 
Our undivided hearts. 


5 But I of means have made my l30ast, 

Of means an idol made ; 
Tlie spirit in the letter lost, 
The substance in the shade. 

6 "Where am I now ? what is mv hope ? 

What can my weakness do? 

Jesus, to thee my soul looks up : 

'Tis thou most make it new. 

Charles Wesley. 

334 L. M. 

1 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, 
^ To thee a sacrifice I bring : 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 
And owns thy dreadful sentence justt 
Look dowu. Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemned to die. 

3 Then will I teach the world thy ways; 
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; 
I'll lead them to my Saviours blood, 
And they shall praise a pard'niug God- 

4 O may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
Salvation shall be all my song ; 

And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 

haac Watts. 

325 L. M. 

1 LoED, we are vile, conceived in sin, 
And bom unholy and unclean ; 
Sprung Irom the man whose guilty fall 
Cc«Tupts his ra<ie, and taints us ail. 


2 Soon as we drav.^ our infant breathy 
The seeds of sin grow up for death ^ 
Thy law demands a perfect heart, 
But we're defiled in every part. 

3 Behold! I fall before tby face ; 
My only refuge is thy grace; 

No outward forms can make me clean j 
The leprosy lies deep within. 

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast. 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest. 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
Can wash the dismal stain away. , 

5 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone 
Hath pawer sufficient to atone ; 

Thy blood can make me white as snow ; 
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 

6 "While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace. 
Nor fl^ nor soul hath rest or ease. 
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice^ 
And make my broken heart rejoice. 

Xsaac lyatls.. 

326 c. M. 

1 When, rising from the bed of death. 

Overwhelmed with guilt and fear^ 
I view my Maker face to lace, 
O how shall I appear? 

2 If yet, while pardon may be found 

And mercy may be sought, 
My soul with inward horror shrink.^ 
And trembles at the thought i 


3 When, tlioa, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed 

In majesty severe. 
And sit in judgment on my sonl, 
O how shall I appear? 

4 O may my broken, contrite heart 

Timely my sins lament, 
And early with repentant tears 
Eternal vvoe prevent. 

6 Behold the sorrows of my heart, 
Ere yet it be too late ; 
And hear my Saxiour's dying groan, 
To give those sorrows weight ! 

6 For never shall my sonl despair 
Her pardon to secure, 
Who knows thine only Son hath died 
To make that pardon sure. 

Joseph Addison. 

337 L. M. 

1 O FOE a glance of heav'nly day. 
To take this stubborn heart away, 
And thaw -svith beams of love divine 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine ! 

2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake 
The seas can roar ; the mountains shake 
Of feeling all things show some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
O Lord, an adamant would melt ! 
But I can read each moving line, 
And nothing moves this heart of mine. 



4 Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear, 
(Amazing thought !) which devils fear : 
Goodness and wrath in vain combine 
To stir this stupid heart of mine. 

5 But something yet can do the deed ; 
And that "blest something much I need : 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 

And melt and change this heart of mine. 

Joseph Hart. 

338 L. M. 

1 Lord, I despair myself to heal : 
I see my sin, but can not feel ; 

I can not, till thy Spirit blow, 
And bid th' obedient waters flow. 

2 -Tis thine a heart of flesh to give : 
Thy gifts I only can receive ; 
Here, then, to thee I all resign ; 

To draw, redeem, and seal , are thine, 

3 With simple faith on thee I call. 
My light, my life, my Lord, my all : 
I wait the moving of the pool ; 

I wait the word that speaks me whole. 

4 Speak, gracious Lord ; my sickness cure ; 
^lake my infected nature pure : 

Peace, righteousness, and joy, impart, 
And pour thyself into my heart ! 

Charles Weshy. 

329 s. M. 

1 When shall thy love constrain 
And force me to thy breast? 
When shall my soul return again 
To her eternal rest? 


2 Ah ! what avails my strife, 

My T7and'riug to and fro ? 
Thou hast the ^rords of endless life : 
Ah! whither should I go? 

3 Thy condescending grace 

To me did freely more : 
It calls me still to seek thy face, 
And etoopa to ask my love. 

4 Lord, at thy feet I fall; 

I groan to be set free ; 
I fain Y70iild now obey the call, 
And give up all for thee. 

Charles Wesley. 

330 s. M. 

1 And can I yet delay 

My little all to give? 
To tear my soul from earth away. 
For Jesus to receive ? 

2 Nay, bnt I yield, I yield ! 

I can hold out no more : 
I sink, by dying love compelled, 
And own thee Conqueror! 

3 Though late, I all forsake ; 

My friends, my all, resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, 
And seal me ever thine ! 

4 Come, and possess me whole, 

Nor hence again remove : 
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul 
With all thy weight of love. 


5 My one desire be this, 

Thy only love to know ; 
To seek and taste no other bliss. 
No other good below. 

6 My life, my portion thou, 

Thou all-sufficient art : 
My hope, my heavenly treasure, now 
Enter and keep my heart. 

Charles Weslev. 

331 s. M. Double. 

1 Ah ! whither should I go, 

Burdened and sick and faint ? 
To whom should I my troubles show, 

And pour out my complaint ? 
]?ily Saviour bids me come ; 

Ah ! why do I delay ? 
He calls the weary sinner home, 

And yet from him I stay ! 

2 What is it keeps me back, 

From which I can not i)art? 
Which will not let the Saviour take 

Possesion of my heart ? 
Some cursed thing unknown 

Must surely lurk within ; 
Some idol which I will not own, 

Some secret bosom-sin. 

3 Jesus, the hind 'ranee show, 

Which I have feared to see ; 
And let me now consent to know 
Y/hat keeps me back from thee, 


Searcher of hearts^ in mine 

Thy trying povrer display ; 
Into its darkest comers shine. 

And take the veil av/ay. 

I now believe in thee 
Compassion reigns alone ; 

According to my faith, to me 
let it, Lord, be done ! 

In me is all the bar, 

Which thou wouldst fain remove ; 

Remove it, and I shall declare- 
That God is only love. 

Charles ll'esley. 

333 s M. 

1 MY oflfended God, 

If now at last I see 
That I have trampled on thy blood, 
And done despite to thee, — 

2 If I begin to wake 

Out of my deadly sleep, 

Into thy arms of mercy take, 

And there forever keep. 

3 No other right have I 

Than what the world may claim : 
All, all may to their God draw nigh. 
Through faith in Jesus' name. 

4 Thou hast obtained the grace 

That all may turn and live ; 
And lo I thy offer I embrace. 
Thy E&ercy I receive. 

Charles Wesley. 


333 L. M. 

1 Father, if I may call thee so, 

Regard my fearful heart's desire ; 
Remove this load of guilty woe, 
Nor let me in my sins expire ! 

2 I tremble lest the wrath divine, 

Which braises now my wretched soul, 
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine 
Long as eternal ages roll. 

3 To thee my last distress I bring ; 

The heightened fear of death I find : 
The tyrant, brandishing his sting, 
Appears, and hell is close behind. 

4 I deprecate that death alone, 

That endless banishment from thee : 

save, and give me to thy Son, 

Y/ho trembled, wept, and bled for mel 

Charles Wesley, 

334 L. M. 

i Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee : 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin ; 
Open thine arms and take me in, 

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul : 

'Tis thou alone canst make me whole ; 
Fall'n, till in me thine image shine, 
And lost I am till thou art mine. 

3 What shall I say thy grace to move ? 
Lord, I am sin, but thou art love: 

1 give up every plea beside, 

" Lord, I am lost, but thou hast died." 

Charles Wesley. 


335 L. M. 

1 Jesus, thy far-extended fame 

My drooping soul exults to hear ; 
Thy name, thy all-restoring name, 
Is music in a sinner's ear. 

2 Sinners of old thou didst receive, 

"With comfortable \rords, and kind. 
Tlieir sorrows cheer, their "v^ants relieve, 
Heal the diseased, and cure the blind. 

3 And art thou not the Saviour still, 

In every place and age the same? 
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, 
Or lost the virtue of thy name ? 

4 All my disease, mj every sin, 

To thee, O Jesus, I confess : 
In pardon. Lord, my cure begin, 
And perfect it in holiness. 

Charles IVesley. 

336 L M. 

1 O THOU, whom once they flocked to hear! 

Thy words to hear, thy power to feel, 
Suffer the sinners to draw near, 
And graciously receive us still. 

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, 

No need of a physician have ; 
But I am sick, and want thine aid. 
And ask thine utmost power to save. 

3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine, 

The same from age to age endure : 
A word, a gracious word of thine, 
The most invet'rate plague can cure. 


4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, 

And long hatli languished at the pool, 
A word of thine shall make me rise, 
Shall speak me in a moment whole. 

Charles IVesley. 

337 L. M. 

1 When, gracious Lord, when shall it he 
That I shall find my all in thee? 

The fullness of thy promise prove, 
The seal of thine eternal love? 

2 A poor blind child I wander here, 
If haply I may feel thee near ; 

dark ! dark ! dark ! I still must say, 
Amidst the blaze of gospel day. 

3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find. 
And cast the world and llesh behind ; 
Thou, only thou, to me be given, 

Of all thou hast in. earth or heaven. 

4 When from the arm of flesh set free, 
Jesus, my soul shall fly to thee : 
Jesus, when I have lost my all, 

1 shall upon thy bosom fall. 

Charles Wesley. 

338 c. M. 

1 O THAT I could my Lord receive, 

Who did the world redeem ; 
Who gave his life that I might live 
A life concealed in him ! 

2 O that I could the blessing prove, 

My heart's extreme desire. 
Live happy in my Saviour's love, 
And in his arms expire ! 


3 In answer to ten thousand prayers. 

Thou pard'ning God, descend ; 
Number me with salvation's heirs, 
My sins and troubles end. 

4 Nothing I ask or want beside, 

Of all in earth or heaven, 
But let me feel thy blood applied, 
And live and die forgiven. 

Charles V/esley. 

339 c. M. 

1 Jesus, if still thou art to-day, 

As yesterday, the same, 
Present to heal, in me display 
The virtue of thy name I 

2 If still thou go'st about to do 

• Thy needy creatures good, 
On me, that I thy praise may show, 
Be all thy vronders showed. 

3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, 

Thy miracles repeat : 
Vrith pitying eyes behold me fall 
A leper at thy feet. 

4 Loathsome and vile and self-abhorred, 

I sink beneath my sin ; 
But. if thou wilt, a gracious word 
Of thine can make me clean. 

Charles Wesley. 

340 C M 

1 With: glorious clouds encompassed round, 
"Whom angels dimly see, 
"Will the Unsearchable be found. 
Or God apnear to me ? 


2 Will he forsake his throne above, 

Himself to worms impart? 
Answer, thou Man of grief and love, 
And speak it to my heart. 

3 In manifested love explain 

Thy wonderful design : 
What meant the suffering Son of man, 
The streaming blood divine? 

4 I view the Lamb in his own light, 

Whom angels dimly see ; 
And gaze, transported at the sight. 
To all eternity. 

Charles Wesley, 

341 c. M. 

1 While dead in trespasses I lie, 

Thy quick 'ning Spirit give ; 

Call me, thou Son of Grod, that I 

May hear thy voice and live. 

2 If thou impart thyself to me, 

No other good I need ; 
If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 
I shall be free indeed. 

3 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, 

Thou wilt redeem my soul : 
Lord, I believe, and not in vain : 
My faith shall make me whole. 

4 I too with thee shall walk in white, 

With all thy saints shall prove 
What is the length and breadth and height 
And depth of perfect love. 

Charles Wesley. 



342 a M. 

1 I ASK the gift of righteousness, 

The sin-subduing povrer, 
Power to believe, and go in peace, 
And never grieve thee more. 

2 I ask the blood-bought pardon sealed, 

The liberty from sin, 
The grace infused, the love revealed. 
The kingdom fixed within. 

3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray ; 

Thou seest my heart's desire ; 
Made ready in thy powerful day, 
Thy fullness I require. 

4 My vehement soul cries out, oppressed, 

Impatient to be freed I 
Nor can I, Lord, nor ^vill I rest, 
Till I am saved indeed. 

5 Art thou not able to convert ? 

Art thou not willing too ? 
To change this old rebellious heart. 
To conquer and renew ? 

6 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe, 

So arm me vnth thy power, 
That I to sin may never cleave, 
May never feel it more. 

Charles IVesIey. 

343 C. M. 

1 How sad our state bv nature is ! 
Our sin how deep it stains I 
And Satan binds our captive souls 
Fast in his slavish chains. 
16 241 


2 But there's a \'oice of sovereign grace 

Sounds from the sacred word : 
" Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust a faithful Lord. ' ' 

3 My soul obeys the gracious call, 

And runs to this relief : 
I would believe thy promise, Lord, 
O help my unbelief ! 

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, 

Incarnate God, I fly ; 
Here let me Tvash my spotted soul 
Frorn crimes of deepest dye. 

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 

Into thy arms I fall : 
Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
Mv Jesus and my all. 

Isaac Watts. 

344 c. M. 

1 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed ? 

And did ray Sovereign die ? 
Would he devote that sacred head 
Eor such a worm as I? 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done 

He groaned upon the tree? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in, 
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 
For man, the creatiire's sin ! 


Thiis might I hide mj blushiiig face, 
While his deo.r cross appears ; 

Dissolve my heart in thanklulueas, 
And melt mine eyes tO'teai-s. 

73iit drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of iove I o-we : 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 

'Tis all that 1 can da 

Isaac Wjiziii 

345 C. M. 

1 Fathee, I stret<?h my hands to thee, 

No other help I knoTv ; 
If thou withdraw thyself from me. 
Ah ' whither shall I go ? 

2 TSTiat did thine only Son endure. 

Before I drew my breath ! 
What pain, what labor to secure 
My sonl from end].ess death I 

3 O Jesus, could I this believe. 

I now should leei thy power '. 
Now my poor soul thou wouidst retrievft, 
Nor let me "wait one hour. 

4 Author of faith, to" thee I lift 

VLj weary, longing eyes: 
O let me now receive that gift ! 
My soul without it dies! 

5 Surely thou canst not let me die : 

O spe^, and I shall live ; 
And here I will unwearied lie. 
Till thou thy Spirit give. 


8 The "worst, of sinners would rejoice^ 
Conld tbey but see thy face : 

let me hear thy quick' ning voicCy 
And taste thy pard'ning grace ! 

Oiar/es Wesfey. 

34G c. M. 

1 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,^ 

Where Jesus answers prayer ', 
There humbly fell before his feet,. 
For none can perdsh there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea. 

With this i venture nigh : 
Thon call'st the burdened soul to thee. 
And such, O Lord^ ara L. 

3 BoTred down beneath a load of sin-. 

By Satan sorely pressed,. 
By wars without, and fears within. 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thon my Shield and Hiding-place^ 

That, sheltered near thy side,. 

1 may my fierce accuser face. 

And tell him thou h^ died. 

5 O wondrous love I to bleed and diey 

To bear the cro^ and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
I>Iight plead his gracious name !: 

6 " Poor tempest- tossed soul, be still ; 

My promised grace receive :" 
'Tis Jesus speaks — I must, I will,. 
I can, I do believe. 

John NawioK, 



347 L. M. 

i With tearful eyes I look around ; 
Life seems a dark and stormy sea : 
Yet "midst the gioorn I hear a sound, 
A heav'nly Tvhisper, "Come to me !' 

'J It tells me of a place of rest, 

It tells me where my soul may fiee : 
O to the weary, faint, oppressed. 

How sweet the bidding, "'Come to me! 


3 When against sin I strive in vain. 

And cannot from its yoke get free, 
Sinking beneath the heavy chain. 
The words arrest me, ' ' Come to me I" 

4 When nature shudders, loath to part 

From all I love, enjoy, and see ; 
When a faint chill ste^ o'er my heart, 
A sweet voice utters, '' Come to me !" 

.5" Come, for all else must fail and die : 
Eartli is no resting place for thee ; 
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; 
I am thy portion ; come to me l" 

Charlotte EllicLK 

348 7s. 61. 

1 By thy birth and by thy tears; 
By thy human griefs and fear-;: 
By thy confiict in the hour 
Of the subtle tempter's ix>wer, — 
Saviour, look with pitying eye; 
Savioiur, help me, or I die. 


2 By the tenderness that wept 

O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; 
By the bitter tears that liowed 
Over Salem's lost abode, — 
Saviour, look with pitying eye ; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 

3 By thy lonely honr of prayer ; 
By the fearful coniiict there ; 
By thy cross and dying cries ; 
By thy one great sacrifice, — 
Saviour, look with pitying eye ; 
Savionr, help me, or I die. 

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave ; 
By thy power the lost to save ; 
By thy high, majestic throne ; 
By the empire all thine own, — 
Sa%-iour, look vvith pitying eye ; 
Saviour, help me, or I die. 

Robert Grant, Alt. 

349 c. M. 

1 PiiosTRATE. dear Jesus, at thy feet, 

A guilty rebel lies : 
And upward to thy mercy-seat 
Presumes \<^ lift his eyes. 

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice 

To pay the debt I owe, 
Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
In ceaseless torrents flow. 

3 But no such sacrifice I plead 

To expiate my guilt ; 
No tears but thoye which thou hast shed, 
No blood but thou hast snilt. 


4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord, 
And all my sins forgive ; 
Justice will well approve the word 
That bids the sinner live. 

Samuel Stenneti. 

350 L. M. 

1 Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, 
He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way, till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment, 
The King's highway of holiness, 

I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourn'd because I found it not; 
My grief a burden long has been, . 
Because I was not saved from sin. 

4 The more I strove against its power, 
I felt its weight and guilt the more ; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul, I A?,i the way." 

5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou, blest Lam'j 
Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
Nothing but sin have I to give, 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

6 Then will I tell to sinners round 
"What a dear Sa'^'iour I have found ; 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, "Behold the way to God !" 

John Centiick. 



351 s M 

1 Jesus, my Lord, attend 

Thy feeble creature's cry ; 
And show thyself the sinner's Friend, 
And set me up on high. 

2 From hell's oppressive power 

^ly struggling soul release, 
And to thy Father's grace restore, 
And to thy perfect peace. 

3 Rivers of life divine 

From thee, their fountain, flow ; 
And all who know that love of thine, 
The joy of angels know. 

4 That thou canst here forgive, 

Grant me to testify ; 
And justified by faith to live. 
And in that faith to die. 

Charles Wesley. 

352 c. M. D. 

1 FOE the happy days gone by, 

When love ran smooth and free, 
Days when my spirit so enjoyed 

More than earth's liberty ! 
Then when I knelt to meditate, 

Sweet thoughts came o'er my soul, 
Countless and bright and beautiful, 

Beyond my own control. 

2 O what hath locked those fountains up? 

Those visions who hath stayed ? 
What sudden act has thus transformed 

My sunshine into shade ? 
If this drear change be thine, O Lord, 

If it be thy sweet will, 
Spare not, but to the very brim 

The bitter chalice fill. 


But if it hatli been sin of mine, 

O show that sin to me. 
Not to get barik the sweetness lost, 

But to make peace ^vith thee. 
One thing alone, dear Lord, I dread — 

To have a sinful spot 
That separates my soul from thee. 

And yet to know it not. 

Then, if this weariness hath come 

A blessing from on high. 
Teach me to find the hidden wealth 

That in its depth may lie ; 
So in this darkness I may learn 

To tremble and adore, 
To sound my own vile nothingness. 

And thus to love thee more. 

Frederick William Faber. 

353 c. M. D. 

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, 

When heated in the chase, 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 

And thy refreshing grace. 
For thee, my Gk)d, the lining Gk>d, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
O when shall I behold thy face, 
■ Thou Majesty divine? 

2 I sigh to think of happier days. 

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh : 
When every heart was tuned to praise, 
And none more blest than I. 


Why restless, "w^by cast down, my soul ? 

Hope still, Pvod thou shalt sing 
The praise of him who is thy Go.l, 

Thy Saviour, and thy King. 

Tate and Brady, Alt. by H. F. Lyie, 

354 78. D. 

J Jesv'S. Lover of my soul, 

Let me to \\\y bosom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 

While the tempest still is high ! 
Hide me. O my Sa-^iour, hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my soul at last ! 

2 Other refuge have I none. 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee 
Leave, ah I leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me ! 
All my trust on thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring : 
Cover my defenseless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

8 Thou, O airist, art all I want ; 
I\Iore than all in thee I find : 
Eaise the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind 
Just and holy is ihj name ; 
I am all unrighteousness : 
False, and full of sin, I am ; 
Thou art full of truth and grace. 


4 Plenteous grace -with thee is fonnd, 

Grace to cover all my sin : 
Let the healing streams aboiinrl. 

Make and keep me pure "vrithin. 
Thon of life the fonntain art ; 

Freely let me take of thee : 
Spring thou up \\-itliin mv heart, 

Else to all eternity ! 

Charles IVesSe^. 

So 5 7s, 6s, & 8s. 

1 Let the world their virtue boast^ 

Their works of righteousness i 
I, a wretch undone and lost, 

Am freely saved by grace : 
Other title I disclaiiVi ,• 

This, only this, is all my plea, 
I the chief of sinners am, 

But Jesas died for me. 

HajJXjy they whose joys abound, 

Like Jordan's swelling stream, 
Who their heaven in Christ have found, 

And give the praise to him ; 
Meanest foll'wer of the Lamb, 

His steps I at a distance see : 
I the chief of sinners am, 

But Jesus died for me. 

Jesus, thon for me hast died^ 
And thou in me wilt live ; 

I shall feel thy death applied j 
I shall thy life receive ; 


Yet, wheu melted in the flame 
Of love, this shall be all my plea, 

I the chief of sinners am, 
But Jesus died for me. 

Charles Wesley. 

356 c. P. M. 

1 O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art ! 
When shall I find my willing heart 

All taken up by thee ? 
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, 

The love of Christ to me. 

2 Stronger his love than death or hell : 
Its riches are unsearchable : 

The first-born sous of light 
Desire in vain its depths to see ; ^ 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, the breadth, and height. 

3 Grod only knows the love of Gk)d : 
O that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor stony heart \ 
For love I sigh, for love I pine ; 
This only i>ortion, Lord, be mine 2 

Be mine this better part \ 

4 O that I could for ever sit 
With r.Iary at the jMaster's feet ! 

Be this my happy choice ; 
My only care, delight, and bliss, 
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this. 

To hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 

5 O that, with humbled Peter, I 
Could weep, believe, and thrice reply, 

My faithfulness to prove, 


" Thou know'st, for all to thee is known — 
Thou know'st. O Lord, and thou alone.. 
Thou know'st that thee I love." 

6 O that I could, with favored John, 
Recline my weary head upon 

The dear Redeemer's breast ! 
From care, and sin, and sorrow free, 
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee 

My everlasting rest 1 

7 Thy only love do I require, 
Nothing in earth beneath desire, 

Nothing in heaven above ; 
Let earth, and heaven, and all thin^ go, 
Give me thy only love to know. 

Give me thy only love. 

Charles Wesley. 

357 c. P. M. 

1 Thou great mysterious Gi^d unknown. 
Whose love hath gently led me on, 

E'en from my infant days. 
]Mine inmost soul expose to view, 
And tell me if I ever knew 

Thy justifying grace. 

2 If I have only known thy fear, 
And followed, with a heart sincere. 

Thy drawings from above, 
Now, now the further gra^ce bestow. 
And let my sprinkled conscience know 

Thy sweet forgiving love. 

3 Short of thy love I would not stop, 
A stranger to the gos lel hope, 

The sense of sin forgiven : 


I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, 
"Without the inward witness live, 
That antepast of heaven. 

4 Father, in me reveal thy Son. 

And to my inmost soul make known 

How merciful thou art : 
The secret of thy love reveal, 
And by thy hallovring Spirit dwell 

For ever in my heart ! 

Charles We shy, 

358 c. P. M. 

i O THOU who hast our sorrows borne, 
Help us to look on thee and mourn, 

On thee whom we have slain, 
Have pierced a thousand, thousand times, 
And b'V reiterated crimes 

Eenewed thy sacred pain. 

2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see 
The man transfixed on Calvary ! 

To know \h&fi who thou art, 
The one eternal God and true ; 
And let the sight affect, subdue, 

And break my stubborn heart. 

3 Lover of souls, to rescue mine, 
Reveal the charity divine 

That suffered in my stead \ 
That made thy soul a sacrifice. 
And quenched in death those flaming eyes, 

And bowed that sacred head. 

4 Now let thy dying love constraia 
My soul to love its God again, 

Its God to glorify ! 


And lo ! I come thv cross to share, 
Echo thy sacrificial prayer, 
And with my Saviour die! 

Charles Wesley. 

359 7s. 

1 Jesus, answer from above, 
Is not all thy natare love? 
Wilt thou not the wrong forgetV 
Suffer me to kiss thy feet? 

2 If I rightly read thy heart, 
If thou all compassion art, 
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow ! 
Pardon and accept me now, 

3 Pity from thine eye let fall ; 
By a look my soul recall ; 
Now the stone to iiesh convert, 
Cast a look, and break my heart. 

4 Now incline me to repent, 
Let me now my fall lament, 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Yv^'eep, iDelieve, and sin no more! 

Charles Wesley. 

360 L. 51. G lines. 

1 Come, O thou Traveler unknovm. 

Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; 
My company before is gone. 

And I am left alone with thee ; 
With thee all night I mean to stay, 

And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell thee who I am ; 

M.J sin and misery declare ; 
Thyself hast called me by my name, 



Look on thy hands and read it there ; 
But who, I ask tliee, who art thou ? 
Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, 

I never will unloose my hold ; 
Art thou the Man that died for me? 

The secret of thy love unfold : 
Y/restling, I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal 

Thy new, unutterahle name ? 
Tell me, I still heseech thee, tell ; 

To know it now, resolved I am : 
Wrestling. I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, 

And murmur to contend so long? 
I rise superior to my pain; 

When I am weak, then I am strong; 
And when my all of strength shall fail, 
I shall with the God-man prevail. 

6 My strength is gone, my nature dies, 

i sink ijeneath thy weighty hand ; 
Faint, to revive — and fall, to rise ; 

I fall, and yet hy faith I stand : 
I stand, and will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

Charles Wesley. 

361 L. M. 61. 

1 Yield to me now, for I am weak, 
But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings sx)eak ; 


Be conquered by my instant prayer : 
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, 
And tell me if thy name be Love. 

2 'Ti3 Love ! 'tis Love ! thou diedst for me; 

I hear thy whisper in my heart ; 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee ; 

Pure, universal love thon art : 
To me, to all, thy bowels move ; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

3 ^ly prayer hath power with God ; the 

Unspeakable I now receive ; [grace 
Through faith I see thee face to face ; 

I see thee face to face, and live ! 
In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

4 I know thee. Saviour, who thou art — 

Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend ; 
Xor wilt thou with the night depart, 

But stay and love me to the end : 
Thy mercies never shall remove ; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

5 The Sun of righteousness on me 

Hath risen, with healing in his wings ; 
Withered my nature's strength, from thee 

My soul its life and succor brings ; 
My help is all laid up alcove ; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

6 Lame as I am, I take the prey ; [come ; 

Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'er- 
I leap for joy, pursue my way, 

And, as a bounding hart, Slj home ; 
Through all eternity to prove 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

Charles Wesley. 

17 257 


363 7s 

1 'Tis a thing I long to know, 

Oft it causes anxious thought : 
Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
Am I his? or am I not? 

2 If I love, why am I thus? 

Why this dull and lifeless frame? 
Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
Who have never heard his name. 

3 Could my heart so hard remain. 

Prayer a task and burden prove, 
Every trifle give me pain, 
If I knew a Saviour's love? 

4 When I pray or hear or read, 

Sin seems mixed with all I do ; 
Ye who love the Lord indeed, 
Tell me, is it thus with you ? 

5 Yet I mourn my stubborn will. 

Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I giieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all? 

6 Could I joy his saints to meet. 

Love the r/ays I once abhorred, 
Find at times the promise sweet, 
If I did not love the Lord? 

7 Lord, decide the doubtful case, 

Thou who art thy people's San; 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 


8 Let me love thee .more and more, 
If I love at all, I pray ; 
If I have not loved before, 
Help me to begin to-day. 

John Nevjtcn. 

363 L. M. 

1 Saviour, I now with shame confess 
My thirst for creature happiness; 
By base desires I wronged thy love, 
Aid forced thy mercy to remove. 

2 I knew not that the Lord was gone; 
In my own froward will went on ; 

I lived to the desires of men, 

And thou hast all my wand' rings seen. 

3 Yet, O the riches of thy grace ! 
Thou, who hast seen my evil ways, 
Wilt freely my backslidings heal, 
And pardon on my conscience seal. 

4 For this I at thy footstool wait, 
Till thou my peace again create — 
Fruit of thy gradous lips— restore 
My peace, and bid me sin no more ! 

Charles Wedey. 

364 c. M. 

1 O FOR a closer walk with God, 

A calm and heavenly frame, 

A light to shine upon the road 

That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
■WTiere is the soul-refreshing 'deir 
Of Jesus and his word? 


3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! 

How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest! 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

IViliiaffi Ciyivper. 

365 c. M. 

1 Jesus, the all-restoring "Word, 

My fallen spirit's hope, 
After thy lovely likeness, Lord, 
Ah ! when shall I wake up ? 

2 Of all thou hast in earth below, 

In heaven above, to give, 
Give me thy only love to know, 
In thee to walk and live. 

3 Fill me with all the life of love ; 

In mystic union join 
Me to thyself, and let me prove 
The fellowship divine. 


4 Open the intercourse between 
My longing soul and thee, 
Never to be broke off again 
To all eternity. 

Charles IVesley. 

366 7s, 6s, & 8s. 

1 Jesus, let thy pitying eye 

Call back a Tvand'ring sheep ; 
False to thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep. 
Let me be by grace restored ; 

On me be all loug-suff'ring shown : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me. through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart : 
Give what I have long implored, 

A poition of thy grief unknown ; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

3 For thine own compassion's sake, 

The gracious wonder show ; 
Cast my sins behind thy back, 

And wash me white as snow : 
If thy bowels now are stirred, 

If now I do myself bemoan. 
Turn, and look upon me. Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

4 See me, Sa^dour, from above, 

Xor saffer me to die ! 
Life, and happiness, and love. 
Drop from thy gracious eve ' 


Speak the reconciling word, 

And let thy- mercy melt me doTm ; 

Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of stone. 

5 Look a.s when thy languid eye 

Was closed that we might live ; 
' ' Father, ' ' (at the point to die 

My Saviour gaspovi,) '' forgive !" 
Surely with that dying word 
He turns, and looks, and cries, " 'Tia 
O my bleeding, loving Lord, 

Thou break" st my heart of stone ! 

Charles Wesley. 

367 S.M.^ 

1 O THOU, whose mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh ; 
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye ; 

2 See, at thy throne of grace, 

A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
Hast thou not said, " Eeturn? " 

3 Shall guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet? 
O let not this last refuge fail, 
His only safe retreat. 

4 Absent from thee, my Light, 

Without one cheering ray, 
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 
How desolate mv way ! 


5 On this benighted heart 

With beams of mercy shine ; 
And let thy voice again imj)art 
A taste of joy divine. 

Anne Steele. Alt, 

368 7s. 

i Depth of mercy ! can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Can my God his wrath forbear ? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 

2 I have long withstood his grace, 
liODg provoked him to his face 5 
Would not hearken to his calls ; 
Grieved him by a thousand falls. 

3 Lo ! I cumber still the ground : 
LfO ! an Advocate is found ! " 

^' Hasten not to cut him down ; 
Let this barren soul alone. ' ' 

4 Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood ; 
He disarms the wrath of God I 
Now my Father's bowels mov« ; 
Justice lingers into love. 

5 Kindled his relentings are ; 
Me he now delights to spare ; 
Cries, "How shall I give thee up? " 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

6 There for me the Saviour stands; 
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands: 
God is love ! I know, I feel ; 

Jesus weeps and loves me still. 

Char Us Wesley. 



369 c. M. 

1 Sweet was the time when first I felt 

The Saviour's pard' ning blood 
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, 
And bring me home to God. 

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, 

His praises tuned my tongue ; 
And when the evening shades prevailed. 
His love was all my song. 

3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, 

And saw his glory shine ; 
And when I read his holy word, 
I called each promise mine. 

4 But now, when evening shade prevails, 

My soul in darkness mourns ; 
And when the morn the light reveals, 
No light to me returns. 

5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail ; 

O make my soul thy care ; 

I know thy mercy can not fail ; 

Let me that mercy share. 

John Newton. 

370 lis, 8s. 

1 O THOU, in whose presence my soul takes 

On whom in affliction I call, 
]SIy comfort by day, and my song in the 

JMy hope, my salvation, my all ! 

2 Where dost thou at noontide resort witli 

thy sheep. 
To feed on the pastui-es of love? 


Say, why in the valley of death should I 
Or alone in this wilderness rove ? 

3 O why should I wander an alien from 

Or cry in'the desert for bread? 
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows 
they see, 
And smile at the tears I have shed. 

4 Eestore, my dear Saviour, the light of 

thy face ; 
Thy soul-cheering comfort impart; 
And let the sweet tokens of pardoning 

Bring joy to my desolate heart. 

Joseph Siuain. 

371 8s. D. 

1 How shall a lost sinner, in pain, 

Eecover his forfeited peace ? 
When brought into bondage again, 

"What hope of a second release? 
Will mercy itself be so kind 

To spare a poor rebel like me ? 
And O can I possibly find 

Such plenteous redemption in thee ? 

2 O Jesus, of thee I inquire. 

If still thou art able to save. 
The brand to pluck out of the fire. 

And ransom my soul from the grave ; 
The help of thy Spirit restore, 

And show me the life-gi%-ing blood. 
And pardon a sinner once more. 

And bring me again unto God. 

Charles Wesley. 



312 s. M. 

1 And wilt thou yet be found ? 

And may I still draw near? 
Then listen to the plaintive sound 
Oi a poor sinner's prayer. 

2 Jesus, thine aid afford, 

If still the same thou art : 
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord ! 
Lift up a helpless heart. 

3 Thou seest my troubled breast, 

The stragglings of my will, 
The foes that interrupt my rest, 
The agonies I feel. 

4 O my offended Lord, 

Eestore my inward peace ; 
I know thou canst: pronounce the word, 
And bid the tempest cease I 

5 I long to see thy face, 

Thy Spirit I implore, 
The living water of thy grace, 
That I may thirst no more. 

Charles Wesley. 

373 s. M. 

1 O Jesus ! full of grace. 

To thee I make my moan ; 
Let me aga^in behold thy face, 
Call home thy banished one. 

2 Again my pardon seal, 

Again my soul restore, 
And freely my backslidings heal, 
And bid me sin no more. 


3 Again thy love reveal ; 

Restore that inward heaven ; 
O grant me once again to feel, 
Through faith, my sins forgivea I 

4 Thy utmost mercy show ; 

Say to my drooping soul, 
'' In peace and fall assurance go ; 

Thyiaith hath made thee whole." 
Qiarles Weslt^. 





374 c. M. 

1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing 

My great Redeemer's praise ! 

The glories of my God and King, 

The triumphs of his grace 1 

2 Jtly gracious Master and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of thy Name. 

3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears,- 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood availed for me. 



5 He speaks — and, listening to hia voice, 

New lite the dead receive ; 
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; 
The humble poor believe. 

6 Hear him, ye deaf ; his praise, ye dumb, 

Your loosened tongues employ ; 
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
And leap, ye lame, for joy! 

Ckar/es IVesUy. 

3T5 L. M. 

1 Jesus, thou everlasting King, 
Accept the tribute vrhich "we bring ; 
Accept thy -well-deserved renoTvn, 
And wear our praises as thy crowiL 

2 Let every act of worship be 
Like our espousals. Lord, to thee ; 
Like the blest hour, when from aboTe 
"We first received the pledge of love. 

3 The gladness of tiat happy day, 
O may it ever, ever stay I 

Nor let our faith forsake its hold. 
Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold ! 

4 Each foll'wing minute, as it flies. 
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 
Till we are raised to sing thy name, 
At the gi-eat supper of the Lamb. 

Isaac JVatts. 

376 L. M. 

1 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are. my glorious dress ; 
Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 
With joy shall I lift up mv head. 


2 Bold Ehall I stand in thy great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
Fally absolved through these I ara, 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame- 

3 The holy, meek, nnspotted Lamb, 
Who from the Father's bosom came, 
Who died for me, e'en me,t' atone, 
Now for my Lord and God I own. 

4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 
Forever doth for sinners plead, 
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 

5 lord, I believe were sinners more 
Than sands upon the ocean shore. 
Thou hast for all a ransom paid, 
For ALL a full atonement made. 

Count Zinzendorf, Tr. by John WesUy. 

377 L. M. 

1 Author of faith, eternal Word, 

Whose Spirit breathes the active flame. 
Faith, like its Finisher and Lord, 
To-day, as yesterday, the same ; 

2 To thee our humble hearts aspire, 

And ask the gift unspeakable ; 
Increase in us the kindled fire, 
In us the work of faith fulfill. 

3 By faith we know thee strong to save ; 

(Save us, a present Saviour thou !) 
Whate'er we hope, by faith we have ; 
Future and past subsisting now. 


4 To him that in thy name helieves, 

Eternal life with thee is given ; 
Into himself he all receives — 
Pardon and holiness and heaven. 

5 The things unknown to feeble sense, 

Unseen by reason's glimmering ray, 
With strong, commanding evidence, 
Their heavenly origin display. 

6 Faith lends its realizing light. 

The clonds disperse, the shadows fly, 
Th' Invisible appears in sight. 
And God is seen by mortal eye. 

Charles Wesley. 

378 L. M. 6 lines. 

1 Xow I have found the ground wherein 

Sure my soul's anchor may remain ; 
The wounds of Jesus — for ray sin 

Before the world's foundation slain, 
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, 
V/hen heaven and earth are fled away. 

2 Father, thine everlasting grace 

Our scanty thoughts surpasses far: 
Thy heart still melts with tenderness ; 

Thy arms of love still open are, 
Eeturning sinners to receive. 
That mercy they may taste, and live. 

3 Love, thou bottomless abyss ! 

My sins are swallowed up in thee; 
Covered is my unrighteousness, 

In or spot of guilt remains on me, 
While Jesus' blood, through earth and 

Mercy, free, boundless mercv, cries ! 


4 By faith I plunge me in this sea; 

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
Hither, when hell assails, I flee ; 

I look into my Saviour's breast : 
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear, 
Mercy is all that's written there. 

5 Though waves and storms go o'ermy head . 

Though strength and health and 
friends be gone, 
Though joys be withered all and dead. 

Though every comfort be withdrawn ; 
On this my steadfast soul relies, 
Father, thy mercy never dies. 

6 Fixed on this ground will I remain. 

Though my heart fail, and flesh decay ; 
This anchor shall my soul sustain, 

When earth's foundations melt away ; 
Mercy's full power I then shall prove, 
Loved with an everlasting love. 

John Andrew Rothe. Tr. by John Wesley. 

379 s. M. 

1 BLESSED souls are they 

Whose sins are covered o'er! 

Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 

Imputes their guilt no more. 

2 They mourn their follies past, 

And keep their hearts with care . 
Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
Shall prove their faith sincere. 

3 While I concealed my guilt, 

I felt the fest'ring wound ; 
Till I confessed my sins to thee, 
And ready pardon found. 



4 Let sinners leam to pray, 

L<;t saints keep near the throne ; 
OoT help in times of deep distress 
Is found in God alone, 

haa-c Wattz, 

380 s. M. 

i How can a sinner know 

His sins on earth forgiven? 
How can my gracious Saviour sho-vr 
My name inscribed in heaven ? 

2 What we have felt and seen, 

With coniidence we tell ; 
And publish to the sons of men 
The signs infallible, 

3 We who in Christ "believe 

That he for us hath died, 
We all his unknown peace receive. 
And feel his blood applied. 

4 Exults our rising soul, 

Disburdened of her load, 
And swells unutterably full 
Of glory and of God. 

Charles Wesley. 

381 s. M. 

1 XoT with our mortal eyes 

Have we beheld the Lord; 

Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 

And love him in his word. 

2 On earth we want the sight 

Of our Redeemer's face; 
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
To dwell upon thy grace. 
18 273 


3 And Tvhen Tve taste thy love, 
Our joys divinely grow 
Unspeakable, like those above, 
And heaven begins below. 

Isaac 1^'cjUs. 

383 s. M. 

1 Behold ! what wondrons grace 

The Father hath bestowed 

On sinners of a mortal race, 

To call them sons of God ! 

2 Nor does it yet appear 

How great we must be made ; 
But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 

May trials well endure. 
May purge our souls from sense and sin. 
As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 

I share a filial part, 
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 
To rest upon my heart. 

Isaac Watis.. 

383 s. M. 

1 We by his Spirit prove. 

And know the things of God, 
The things which freely of his love 
He hath on us bestowed. 

2 His Spirit ne he gave, 

Who dwells in us, we know ; 
The witness in ourselves we have, 
And all its fruits we show. 


3 Our nature's turned, onr mind 
Transformed in all its povrers ; 
And both the vritnesses are joined, 
The Spirit of God with ours. 

1 Whate'er onr pard'ning Lord 
Commands, we gladly do ; 
A.nd, guided by his sacred word, 
"We all his steps pnrsne. 

T) His glory our design, 

We live our God to please ; 
And rise, Tvith filial fear divine, 
To perfect hoUness. 

Charles Wesley. Alt. 

384 c. p. M. 

1 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound. 
My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 

And knew not where to go : 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
' ' The sinner must be bom agaiu, " 
Or drink in endless woe. 

2 I heard the law its thundei-s roll, 
"While guilt lay heavy on my soul — 

A vast oppressive load ; 
All creature-aid I saw was vain ; 
" The sinner must be bom again," 
Or drink the wrath of God. 

3 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquered death and hell, 

And broke the tempter's snare ; 
Yet when I found this truth remain, 
' ' The sinner must be bom again, ' ' 
I sunk in deep despair. 


4 But Avhile I thus in anguish lay, 
The gracious Saviour passed that "way, 

And felt his pity move ; 
The sinner, once by justice slain, 
Now by his grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 

Samson Occum. 

385 7s. 

1 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; 
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee : 

*' Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 

2 "I delivered thee when bound. 

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; 
Sought thee wand' ring, set thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 "Can a mother's tender care 

Cease toward the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be. 
Yet will I remember thee. 

4 "Mine is an unchanging love, 

Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths ])eneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 ' ' Thou shalt see my glory soon, 

When the work of faith is done ; 
Partaer of my throne shalt be : 
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is still so faint ; 
Yet I love thee and adore : 

O for grace to love thee more ! 

William Coivper, 



386 H. M. 

1 Abise, my soTil, arise, 

Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
The bleeding Sacrifice 

In my behalf appears : 
Before the throne my Surety stands, 
My name is written on his hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede ; 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead ; 
His blood atoned for all our race. 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 

Eeceived on Calvary ; 
They pour effectual prayers, 

They strongly speak for me : 
• ■ Forgive him, O forgive, ' ' they cry, 
■ ' Nor let that ransomed sinner die ! " 

4 The Father hears him pray, 

His dear Anointed One ; 
He caimot turn away 

The presence of his Son ; 
His Spirit answers to the blood. 
And tells me I am born of Gnxi. 

5 ?ily God is reconciled, 

His pard'ning voice I hear ; 
He owns me for his child, 

I can no longer fear ; 
'^'ith confidence I now draw nigh, 
And, "Father, Abba, Father," cry. 

Ckarlcs Wesley, 

387 L. M. 

1 Who can describe the joys that rise 
Through all the courts of paradise, 
To see a prodigal return, 

To see an heir of glory laorn ? 

2 "With joy the Father doth approve 
The fruit of his eternal love; 

The Son with joy looks down and sees 
The purchase of his agonies. 

3 The Spirit takes delight to %dew 
The holy soul he formed anew ; 
And saints and angels join to sing 
The growing empire of their King. 

Isaac Waits. 

388 c. M. 

1 O 'tis delight without alloy, 

Jesus, to hear thy name : 
]\Iy spirit leaps with inward joy, 
I feel the sacred flame. 

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, 

When love inspires my breast — 
Love, the divinest of the train. 
The sovereign of the rest. 

3 This is the grace must live and sing, 

When faith and hope shall cease. 

And sound from every joyful string 

Through all the realms of bliss. 

4 Let life immortal seize ray clay ; 

Let love refine my blood ; 
Her flames can bear my soul away, 
Can bring me near my God. 



5 Swift I ascend the heavenly place, 

And hasten to my home ; 
I leap to meet thy kind eaibrace, 
I come, O Lord, I come ! 

6 Sink down, ye separating hilla, 

Let sin and death remove ; 
'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels. 
And death must yield to love. 

Isaac IVaUs. 

389 8,7,4 

1 THor God of my salvation, 
My Redeemer from all sin, 
Moved by thy divine compassion, 
Who hast died my heart to win, 

I will praise thee, 
Where shall I thy praise begin ? 

3 Though unseen, I Love the Saviour : 
He hath brought salvation near, 
Manifests his pard'ning favor ; 
And, when Jesus doth appear, 

Soul and body 
Shall his glorious image bear. 

3 While the angel choirs are crying, 
"Glory to the great I AM I '' 

I with them ^vilL still be ^ylng, 
*' Glory I glory to the Lamb ! " 

O how precious 
Is the sound of Jesus' name ! 

4 Angels now are hov'ring round us ; 

Unperceived they mix the throng, 
"^Vond'ring at the love that crowned us. 


Glad to join the holv song : 

Hallelujah ! 
Love and praise to Christ belong ! 

5 Now I see, with joy and wonder, 
Whence the gracious spring arose ; 
Angel minds are lost to lender 
Dying love's mysterious cause ; 

Yet the blessing, 
Down to all, to me it flows. 

Tlicmas Olivers. 

390 c. M. 

1 What shall I do my God to love ? 

My losing God to praise? [prove. 

The length, and breadth, and height to 
And depth of sovereign grace ? 

2 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, 

Immense and unconfined; 
From age to age it never ends; 
It reaches all mankind. 

3 Throughout the world its breadth is 

Wide as infinity — [known. 

So wide it never passed by one, 
Or it had passed by me. 

4 The depth of all-redeeming love 

What angel tongue can tell ? 
may I to the utmost prove 
The gift unspeakable ! 

Charles Wesley. 

391 7s, 6s, 7, 8. _ 

1 Vaix, delusive world, adieu, 
With all of creature goodl 
Only Jesus I pursue. 
ViTho bought me with his blood \ 


All thy pleasures I forego, 

I trample on thy wealth and pride : 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesua crucified. 

2 Other knowledge I disdain, 

'Tis all but vanity ; 
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 

He tasted death for me ! 
Me to save from endless woe 

The sin-atoning Victim died : 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus cracified. 

3 Here will I set up my rest ; 

My fiuctuating heart 
From the haven of his breast 

Shall never tnore depart : 
Whither should a sinner go? 

His wounds for me stand open wide: 
Only Jesus vrill I kno^r, 

And Jesus crucified. 

4 Him to know is life and peace, 

And pleasure without end ; 
This is all my happiness, 

On Jesus to depend ; 
Daily in his grace to grow, 

And ever in his faith abide: 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 

5 O that I could all invite 

This saving truth to prove, 
Show the length, the breadth, the height, 
And depth of Jesus' love ! 


Fain I would to sinners show 

The blood by faith alone applied : 

Only Jesus vrill I know, 
And Jesus crucified. 

Charles Wesley. 

392 c. M. 

1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow 

In nature's barren soil; 
All we can boast, till Christ we know, 
Is vanity and toil. 

2 But where the Lord has planted grace, 

And made his glories known, 
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace 
Are found — and there alone. 

3 A bleeding Sa^dou^ seen by laith, 

A sense of pard'ning fove, 
A hope that triumphs over death, 
Give joys like those above. 

4 To take a glimpse within the veil, 

To know that God is mine, 
Are springs of joy that never fail, 
Unspeakable, di^'ine ! 

5 These are the joys which satisfy 

And sanctify the mind ; 
Which make the spirit mount on high. 
And leave the world behind. 

John Newton. 

393 c. M. 

1 Let worldly minds the world pursue ; 
It has no charms for me : 
Once I admired its trifles too, 
But grace has set me free. 


2 Its pleasures can no longer please, 

Xor happiness afford : 
Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Xow I have seen the Lord. 

3 As "by the light of ojjening day 

The stars are all concealed, 
So eai-thly pleasures fade away, 
When Jesus is revealed. 

4 Creatures no more divide my choice ; 

I bid them all depart : 
His name, his love, his gracious voice, 
Have fixed my roving heart. 

John Newton. 

394 L. M. 

1 I THIEST, thou wounded Lamb of God, 
To wash me in thy cleansing blood. 

To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain 
Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be 
Fore%er closed to all but thee ! 

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear 
That pledge of love forever there. 

3 How blest are tbey who still abide 
Close sheltered in thy bleeding side! 
Who life and strength from thence derive. 
And by thee move, and in thee live. 

4 What are our works but sin and death. 
Till thou thy quick' ning Spirit breathe ? 
Tbou giv'st the power thy grace to move; 
O wondrous erace ! O boundless love ! 

Count Zi'nzendorf. John Wesley. 



395 L. M. 

1 How can it be, thou heavenly King, 
That thou shouldst us to glory bring? 
Make slaves the partners of thy throne. 
Decked with a never-fading crovm ! 

2 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,, 
Our vs^ords are lost ; nor will we know, 
Nor will we think of aught beside, 

' ' My Lord, my Love is crucified. ' ' 

3 Ah ! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought. 
To know the wonders thou hast wrought; 
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell 
Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 

4 First-born of many l>rethren thou, 
To thee, lo ! all our souls we bow ; 

To thee our hearts and hands we give ; 
Thine may we die, thine may we live! 

Count Zinzendorf. Tr. by John Wesley. 

39G L. M. 

1 Happy the man that finds the grace, 
The blessing of God's chosen race, 
The wisdom coming from above , 
The faith that sweetly works by love. 

2 Happy beyond descrix)tion he 

Y\^ho knows, '* The Saviour died for me! " 
The gift unspeakable obtains. 
And heavenly understanding gains. 

3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price 
Of wisdom's costly nierchandise ? 
Wisdom to silver we prefer, 

And gold is dross compared to her. 



4 Her liands are filled with length of days, 
True riches, and immortal praise — 
Kiches of Christ on all bestowed, 

And honor that descends from God. 

5 To pnrest joys she ail invites. 
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her flowery paths are peace. 

6 Happy the man who wisdom gains ; 
Thrice happy who his guest retains : 
He owiLS, and shall forever own, 
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one. 

Charles Wesley. 

397 L. M. 

1 LoBD, how secure and blest are they 

Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! 
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea. 
Their minds have heaven and peace 

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads. 

Made up of innocence and love ; 
And soft and silent as the shades 
Their nightly minutes gently move. 

3 Quick as their thoughts their j oys come on , 

But fly not half so fast away ; 
Their souls are ever bright as noon. 
And calm as summer evenings be. 

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills. 

Where groves of living pleasures grow! 
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles 
Sit undisturbed upon their brow. 


5 They scorn to seek onr golden toys, 

But spend the day and share the night 
In numbering o'er the richer joys 
That Heaven prepares for their delight. 

Isaac Watts. 

398 6s, 4s. 

1 My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ; 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
O let me from this day 

Be wholly thine! 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ! 
As thou hast died for me, 
O may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire ! 

3 While life's dark maze I tread^ 
And griefs around me spread. 

Be thou my Guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day. 
Wipe sorrow's ter;rs away. 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 Wlien ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll ; 
Blest Saviour, tl..'n, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
O bear me safe alcove, 

A ransomed sovj. ! Ray Palmer. 



399 c. p. M. 

1 How happv are the new-bom race, 
Partakers of adopting grace ! 

How pnre the bliss thej share ! 
Hid from the world and all its eves, 
Within their hearts the blessing lies, 

The spirit feels it there. 

2 The moment we believe, 'tis onrs ; 
And if we love with all onr powers 

The God from whom it came, 
And if we serve with hearts sincere, 
'Tis still discernible and clear, 

An imdispnted claim. 

3 But ah ! if foul and willful sin 
Stain and dishonor us within, 

Farewell the joy we knew; 
Again the slaves of natnre's sway, 
In labyrinths of sin we stray, 

Withont a guide or clew. 

4 The chaste and pnre who fear to grieve 
The gracions Spirit they receive , 

His work distinctly trace: 
And, strong in nndissembled love. 
Boldly assert and clearly prove 

Their hearts his dwelling-place. 

5 O Messenger of dear delight, 
"Whose voice dispels the deepest night, 

Sweet peace-proclaiming Dove! 
With thee at hand to soothe onr pains, 
No wish nnsatistied remains, 

No task but that of love. 

Madame Guvon. Tr. bv Williatn Coivper. 



400 Ss, 7s. D. 

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing, 

From the sinner's dying Friend : 
Here I'll sit, forever viewing 

Mercy's streams in streams of blood : 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 

Plead and claim my peace vTith God. 

2 Truly blessed is this station, 

Low before his cross to lie ; 
"While I see divine compassion 

Floating in his languid eye : 
Here it is I find my heaven. 

While upon the Lamb I gaze : 
Love I much? I've much forgiven; 

I'm a miracle of grace ! 

3 Love and grief my heart dividing. 

With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 

Life deriving from his death. 
May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go ; 
Prove his wounds each day more healing 

And himself more deeply know. 

James Allen. Alt. by Walter Shirley. 

401 c. M. 

1 My God, the spring of all my joys, 

The life of my delights. 
The glory of my brightest days, 
And comfort of my nights ! — 

2 In darkest shades if thou appear, 

My dawning is begun ; 



Thon art my soul's bright morning star, 
And thon my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
If Jesus show his mercy mine, 
And whisper I am his. 

4 My soul would leave this hea\-y clay, 

At that transporting word, 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
To see and praise my Lord. 

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 

I'd break through every foe : 
The wings of love and arms of faith 
Would bear me conqu'ror through. 

Isaac iVatts. 

402 5s, 6s, 9s 

1 How happy are they 
Who their Saviour obey, 

And have laid up their treasures above? 
Tongue cannot express 
The sweet comfort and peace 

Of a soul in its earliest love ! 

2 That comfort was mine, 
When the favor divine 

I first found in the blood of the Lamb; 
When my heart it believed, 
What a joy I received, 

What a heaven in Jesus's name i 

3 'Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know, 

And the angels could do nothing more 
Than fall at his feet, 
And the story repeat, 

And the Lover of sinners adore. 
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4 Jesus all the day long 
Was my joy and my song : 

O that all his salvation might see ! 
He hath loved me, I cried, 
He hath suffered and died, 

To redeem a poor rebel like me. 

5 On the wings of his love 
I was carried above 

All sin, and temptation, and pain ; 
I could not believe 
Tliat I ever should grieve. 

That I ever should suffer again. 

6 I rode on the sky, 
Freely justified I, 

Nor did envy Elijah his seat : 
My soul mounted higher 
In a chariot of fire. 

And the moon it was under my feet. 

7 O the rapturous height 
Of that holy delight 

Which I ielt in the life-giving blood ! 
Of my Saviour possessed, 
I was perfectly blest, 

As if filled with the fullness of God. 
Charles Wesley. 

403 C. M. D. 

I Jehovah, God the Father, bless, 
And thy own work defend ! 
With mercy's outstretched arms embrace, 

And keep us to the end : 
Preserve the creatures of thy love, 

By providential care 
Conducted to the realms above, 
To sing thy goodness there ! 


2 Jehovah, God the Son, reveal 

The brightness of thy face, 
And all thy pardoned people fill 

With plenitude of grace ! 
Shine forth with all the Deity, 

Which dwells in thee alone ; 
And lift us up, thy face to see, 

On thy eternal throne. 

3 Jehovah, God the Spirit, shine, 

Father and Son to show! 
Yrith bliss ineffable, divine, 

Our ravished hearts o'erflow ! 
Sure earnest of that happiness 

Which human hope transcends, 
Be thou our everlasting peace, 

When grace in glory ends! 

Charles Wesley. 

404 lOs, lis, 

1 All praise to the Lamb ! Accepted I am, 
I'm bold to believe on my Jesus'sname : 
In him I confide, His blood is applied ; 
For me he has suffered, for me he has died. 

2 Not a doubt can arise To darken the skies. 
Or hide for a moment my Lord from mine 

eyes : 
In him I am blessed, I lean on his breast. 
And lo ! in his wounds I continuallv rest. 

Charles IVeclcy. 

405 7s. 

1 Sons of God, exulting rise, 
Join the triumphs of the skies ; 
See the prodigal is come ; 
Welcome now the wand'rer home ! 


2 Strive in joy, with angels strive; 
He vras dead, but now's alive! 
Loud repeat the glorious sound. 
He was lost, but now is found ! 

3 Now the gracious Father smiles ; 
Now the Saviour boasts his spoils ; 
Now the Spirit grieves no more ; 
Sing, ye heavens ; and earth, adore ! 

Charles Wesley. 

406 7s 

1 Jesus is our common Lord, 
He our loving Sa^■iour is ; 
By his death to lite restored, 
Mis'ry we exchange for bhss- 

2 Bliss to carnal minds unknown : 
O 'tis more than tongue can tell ! 
Only to believers shown. 
Glorious and unspeakable. 

3 Christ, our Brother and our Friend, 

Shows us his eternal love : 
Never shall our triumphs end, 
Till we take our seats above. 

4 Let us walk with him in white, 

For our bridal day prepare, 
For our partnership in light. 
For our glorious meeting there ! 

Chetrles Wesley. 




40? C. M. 

1 Let him to "whom we no^v belong 

His sovereign right assert, 
And take up every thankful song. 
And every loving heart 

2 He justly claims us for his ovm, 

Who bought us with a price : 
The Christian lives to Christ alone, 
To Christ alone he dies. 

3 Jesus, tMne own at last receive. 

Fulfill our hearts' desire ; 

And let us to thy glory live. 

And in thy cause expire ! 

4 Our souls and bodies we resign ; 

With joy we render thee 
Our all, no longer ours, but thine 
To all eternity. 

Charles Wesley. 

408 c. M. 

1 Forever here my rest shall be, 

Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope, and all my plea^ 
For me the Saviour died. 

2 My dying Saviour and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin, 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
And cleanse and keep me clean. 


3 V/asli me, and make me thus thine own ; 

Wash me, and mine thou art ; 

Wash me, but not my feet alone — 

My hands, my he^, my heart. 

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 

Till faith to sight improve, 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

Charles IVesicy. 

409 L. M. 6 L 

1 Jesus, thy boundless love to me 

No thought can reach, no tongue deolare 
O knit my thankful heart to thee, 

And reign without a rival there I 
Thine wholly, thine alone, I am ; 
Be thou alone my constant fiame. 

2 giunt that nothing in my soul 

May dvrell, but thy pure love alone : 
O may thy love possess me whole, 

My joy, my tiieasure, and my crown ! 
Strange flames far from my heart remove : 
My every act, word, thought, be love. 

3 O Love, how cheering is thy ra,y ! 

All pain before thy presence iiies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 

Where'er thy healing beams arise : 
O Jesus, nothing may I see. 
Nothing desire, or seek, but thee ? 

4 Unwearied may I this pursue, 

Dauntless to the high prize aspire ; 
Hourly mthin my soul renew 


This holy flame, this heavenly fire ; 
And day and night he all my care 
To guard the sacred treasure there. 

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by John rVesley. 

410 c. ii. 

1 My God, accept my heart this day, 

And make it always thine ; 
That I from thee no more may stray, 
No more from thee decline. 

2 Before the cross of him who died, 

Behold, I prostrate fall; 
Let every sin be crucified, 
Let Christ be all in all. 

3 Let every thought, and work, and word, 

To thee be ever given ; 
Then life shall be thy service. Lord, 
And death the gate of heaven. 

Matthew Bridg^^. 

4il C. M. 

1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, 

To all thy people known ; 
A rest where pure en.ioyment reigns, 
And thou art loved alone : 

2 A rest where all our soul's desire 

Is fixed on things above ; 
TVTiere fear, and sin, and grief expire. 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 O that I now the rest might know, 

Believe, and enter in! 
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin. 


4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 
This unbelief remove ; 
To me the rest of faith impart, 
The Saljbath of thy love. 

Charles Wesley. 

412 c. M. 

1 I WOULD be thine, thou know'st I vsrould, 

And have thee all m}^ own ; 
Thee, O my all-sufificient Good, 
I want, and thee alone. 

2 Th}^ name to me, thy natxire grant ! 

This, only this, be given : 
Nothing besides my God I want, 
Nothing in earth or heaven. 

3 Come, my Saviour, come away, 

Into my soul descend ; 
No longer* from thy creature stay, 
My Author and my End. 

4 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

And seal me •thine abode ; 
Let all I am in thee be lost. 
Let all be lost in Grod ! 

Charles V/esley. 

413 c. M. 

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, 

And ever prays for me ; 
A token of his love he gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 I find him lifting up my head ; 

He brings salvation near ; 
His presence makes me free indeed, 
And he will soon appear. 


3 He wills that I should holy be ; 

What can withstand his will ? 
The counsel of his grace in me 
He surely shall fuLfilL 

4 Jesus. I hang upon thy word ; 

I steadfastly believe 
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord, 
And to thyself receive. 

Charles Wesley. 

414 C. M. 

1 When Christ doth in my heart appear, 

And love erects its throne, 
I then enjoy salvation here, 
And heaven on earth begun. 

2 When God is mine, and I am his, 

Of paradise possessed, 

I taste unutterable bliss, 

And everlasting rest. 

3 The bliss of those that fully dwell. 

Fully in thee believe, 
'Tis more than angel-tongues can tell, 
Or angel-minds conceive. 

4 Thou only know'st who didst obtain, 

And die to make it known : 
The great salvation now explain. 
And perfect us in one. 

Charles Wesley. 

415 7s 

1 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
In thy gracious hands I am; 
Make me. Saviour, what thou art ; 
Live thyself within my heart. 


I shall tlien show forth thy praise, 
Serve thee all my happy days; 
Then the world shall always sec 
Christ, the holy Child, in me. 

Charles IVe^liy^ 

416 6s & 43. 

1 More love to thee, Christ, 

More love to thee ! 
Hear thou the prayer I make, 

On bended knee ; 
This is my earnest plea, 
More love, O Christ, to thee, 

More love to thee ! 

2 Once earthly joy I craved, 

Sought peace and rest ; 
Now thee alone I seek, 

Give what is best : 
This all my prayer shall be, 
More love, O Christ, to thee, 

More love to thee ! 

3 Let sorrow do its work, 

Send grief and pain ; 
Sweet are thy messengers, 

Sweet their refrain, 
When they can sing with me, 
More love, O Christ, to thee, 

More love to thee ! 

4 Then shall my latest breath 

Whisper thy praise ; 
This be the parting cry 
My heart shall raise, 


This still it3 prayer shall be, 
More love, Christ, to thee, 
More love to thee ! 

Elizabeth Payson Prentiss. 

417 S. M. 

1 The thing my God doth hate. 

That I no more may do ; 
Thy creature, Lord, again create, 
And all my soul renew. 

2 My soul shall then, like thine, 

Abhor the thing unclean, • 
And, sanctified by love divine, 
For ever cease from sin. 

8 That blessed law of thine, 
Jesus, to me impart ; 
The Spirit's law of life divine, 
O write it in my heart ! 

4 Implant it deep within, 

Whence it may ne'er remove. 
The law of liberty from sin, 
The perfect law of love. 

5 Thy nature be my law, 

Thy spotless sanctity ; 
And sweetly every moment draw 
My happy soul to thee. 

Charles IVcchy, 

418 s. M. 

1 Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our Gr>d ; 
The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 
Their soul is his abode. 


2 Still to the lowly soul 

He doth himself impart, 
And for his temple and his throne 
Selects the pure iu heart. 

3 Lord, we thy presence seek, 

May ours this blessing be ; 
O give the pure and lowly heart,— 
A temple meet for thee. 

John Keble. 

419 C. M. 

1 O HOW the love of God attracts 

And draws the heart from earth, 
And sickens it of passing shows, 
And dissipating mirth ! 

2 'Tis not enough to save our souls. 

To shun the eternal fires ; 
The love of God will rouse the heart 
To more sublime desires. 

3 O cherish but the love of God 

Down in your heart of hearts, 
And see how from the world at once 
All tempting light departs. 

4 The perfect way is hard to flesh ; 

It is not hard to love : 
O if thy heart with love were filled, 
How swdftly wouldst thou move ! 

5 A trusting heart, a yearning eye. 

Can win their way above ; 
If mountains can be moved by faith. 
Is there less power in love ? 


6 God only is the creature's liome, 
Though long and rough the road ; 
And nothing less can satisfy 
The love that longs for God. 

Frederick William Faber, Ait. 

420 C. M. 

1 O FOR a heart of calm repose 

Amid the world's loud roar, 
A life that like a river flows 
Along a peaceful shore I 

2 Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart 

With gentleness divine; 
Indwelling peace thou canst impart: 
O make that blessing mine I 

3 Above these scenes of storm and strife 

There spreads a region fair : 
Give me to live that higher life. 
And breathe that heavenly air. 

4 Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace. 

That victory make me win ; 
Then shall my soul her conflict cease, 
And find a heaven within. 

Author Unknown, 

431 C. M. 

1 Come, Lord, and claim me for thine own : 

Saviour, thy right assert ! 
Come, gracious Lord, set up thy throne, 
And reign within my heart ! 

2 The day of thy great power I feel. 

And pant for liberty ; 
I loathe myself, deny my vrill, 
And give up all for thee. 

CKiU.iliAl, LXl'i:iiii..AC::. 

3 So shall I bless thy pleasing srvay, 

And, sitting at thy feet, 
Thy laws with all my heart obey, 
With all my sonl submit. 

4 Thy lore the conquest more than gains : 

To all I shall proclaim, 
Jesus, the King, the Conqu'ror reigns ; 
Bow down to Jesus' name. 

5 To thee shall earth and hell submit, 

And every foe shall fall, 
Till death expires beneath thy feet, 
And God is ail in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

422 c. M. 

1 What is our calling's glorious hope 

But inward holiness? 
For this to Jesus I look up ; 
I calmly wait for this. 

2 I wait till he shall touch me clean. 

Shall life and power impart, 
Give me the faith that casts out sin, 
And purifies the heart. 

3 When Jesus makes my heart his home. 

My sin shall all depart ; 
And lo ! he saith, "I quicklv come, 
To fill and rule thy heart ! " 

4 Be it according to thy word, 

Eedeem me from all sin : 
My heart would now receive thee, Lord ; 
Come in, my Lord, come in ! 

Charles Wesley. 


433 c. M. 

1 Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the War, 

In whom i now Tjelieve, 
As taught bj thee, in faith I pray, 
Expecting to receive. 

2 Thy will by me on earth be done, 

As by the powers above, 
Who always see thee on thy throne, 
And glory in thy love. 

3 I ask in confidence the grace, 

That I may do thy will. 
As angels who behold thy face. 
And all thy words fulhil. 

4 Snrely I shall, the sinner I, 

Shall serve thee without fear, 
If thou my nature sanctifj- 
In answer to my prayer. 

Charles Wezley. 

424 L. M. 

1 If. Lord, I have acceptance fonnrl 

With thee, or favor in thy sight. 
Still with thy gi'ace and truth surround. 
And arm me with thy Spirit's might. 

2 O may I hear thy warning voice, 

And timely fly from danger near, 
"With reverence unto thee rejoice. 
And love thee with a filial fear ! 

3 Still hold my soul in second life. 

And suffer not my feet to slide ; 
Support me in the glorious strife, 
And comfort me on everr side. 


4 O give me faith, and faith's increase ; 

Finish the "work begun in me, 
Preserve my soul in perfect peace, 
And let me always rest on thee ! 

5 O let thy gracious Spirit guide 

And bring me to the promised land, 

Where righteousness and peace reside. 

And all submit to love's command! 

Charles Wesley. 

425 L. M. 

1 Come, O thou greater than our heart, 

And make thy faithful mercies known; 
The mind which was in thee impart; 
Thy constant mind in us be shown. 

2 O let us by thy cross abide, 

Thee, only thee, resolved to know — 
The Lamb for sinners crucified, 
A world to save from endless woe. 

3 Take us into thy people's rest, 

And we from our own works shall cease; 
With thy meek spirit arm our breast, 
And keep our minds in perfect peace. 

4 Jesus, for this we calmly wait : 

O let our eyes behold thee near ! 
Hasten to make our heaven complete, 
Appear, our glorious God, appear ! 

Charles Wesley, 

426 H. M. 

1 Ye ransomed sinners, hear, 
The pris'ners of the Lord, 
And wait till Christ appear, 


According to his word : 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me, 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

2 In God we put our trust ; 

If we our sins confess. 
Faithful is he, and just. 

From all unrighteousness 
To cleanse us all, both you and me : 
We shall from ail our sins be free. 

:j The word of God is sure, 

And never can remove; 
We shall in heart be pure, 

And perfected in love : 
Eejoice in hope, rejoice vrith me. 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

4 Then let us gladly bring 
Our sacrifice of praise ; 
Let us give thanks and sing, 

And glory in his grace : 
Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me. 
We shall from all our sins be free. 

Charles Wesley. 

427 c. M. 

1 O .TOYFUL sound of gospel gra;Ce ! 

Christ shall in me appear ; 
I. even I, shall see his face : 
I shall be holy here. 

2 The glorious crovvn of righteousness 

To me reached out I view ; 
Conqu'ror through him, I soon shall seize. 
And wear it as my due, 
20 305 


3 The promised land from Pisgali's top 

I now exult to see ; 
My hope is full (O glorious hope!) 
Of immortality. . 

4 He visits now the house of clay ; 

He shakes his future home ; 
O wouldst thou, Lord, on this glad day, 
Into thy temple come ! 

5 Come, O my God, thyself reveal. 

Fill all this mighty void ; 

Thou only canst my spirit fill ; 

Come, O my God, my God 

Charles Wesley. 

428 7s. 

1 Jesus comes with all his grace, 
Comes to save a fallen race ; 
Object of our glorious hope, 
Jesus comes to lift us up. 

2 He hath our salvation wrought ; 
He our captive souls hath bought; 
He hath reconciled to God ; 

He hath washed us in his blood. 

3 We are now his lawful right, 
Walk as children of the light ; 
We shall soon obtain the grace, 
Pure in heart, to see his face. 

4 Let us then rejoice in hope. 
Steadily to Christ look up. 
Trust to be redeemed from sin. 
Wait till he appear within. 

Charles Wesley, 


439 L. M. 

1 God of all povr'r, and truth, and grace. 

Which shall from age to age eudure. 
Whose word, wheu heaven and earth shalJ 
Remains and stands forever sure, — 

2 Calmly to thee mr sonl looks up. 

And waits thy promises to prove, 
The object of my steadfast hope, 
The seal of thy eternal iove. 

3 That I thy mercy may proclaim, 

That all mankind thy truth may see, 
Hallow thy great and glorious name, 
And perfect holiness in me. 

4 Thy sanctifying Spirit pour, 

To quench my thirst, and make m e clean; 
Now, Father, let the gracious shower 
Descend, and make me pure from sin. 

430 L. M. 

1 O God. most merciful and true. 

Thy nature to my soul impart : 
•Stablish with me the eov'nant new, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

2 To real holiness restored, 

O let me gain my Saviours mind, 
And in the knowledge of my Lord, 
EuUness of life eternal find ! 

3 Remember. Lord, my sins no more. 

That them I may no more forget ; 
But. sunk in guiltless shame, adore, 
With speechless wonder, at thv feet 


i O'erwlielined with thy stupendous grzcQ, 
I shall not iu thy presence move. 
But breathe unutterable pradse, 
And rapturous awe, and silent lore. 

5 Then every muma'ring thought, and mbi, 
Expires, in sweet confusion lost : 
I cannot of my cross complain, 
I cannot of my goodness beast. 

Q Pardoned for all that I have done, 
My mouth as in the dust I hide 
And glory give to God alone, 
My God forever pacified. 

Charles Wesley. 

431 c. P. M. 

1 O GLQEious hope of perfect love ! 
It lifts me up to things above ; 

It bears on eagles' wings ; 
It gives my ravished soul a taste. 
And makes me for some moments feast 

With Jesus' priests and kings. 

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, 

I stand, and, from the mountain top^ 

See all the land below: 
Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
And all the fruits of paradise 

In endless plenty grow. 

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favored vrith God's peculiar smile, 

With every blerssiug blest : 
There dwells the Lord our Eighteousnegs, 
And keeps his own in perfect peace, 

And everlasting rest. 

Charles Wesley. 


432 L. M. 

1 GiTE me a new, a perfect heart. 

From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free; 
Tlie mind which was in Christ impart, 
And let my spirit cleave to thee. 

2 O take this h^rt of stone away ! 

Thy sway it doth not, cannot own ; 
In me no longer let it stay ; 

take away this heart of stone ! 

3 O that I now, from sin released. 

Thy word may to the utmost proxe ! 
Enter into the promised rest. 
The Canaan of thy perfect love. 

CJiaries Wesley. 

433 L. M. 

1 Holt, and trne, and righteons Lord, 

1 wait to prove thj perfect will : 
Be mindful of thy gracious word. 

And stamp me ^ith thy Spirit's seaL 

2 Open my Mth's interior eye; 

Display thy ghory from above ; 

And all I am shall sink and die. 

Lost in astonishment and love. 

3 Confound, o'erpower me by thy grace; 

I would be by myself abhorred ; 
Ail might, all majesty, all praise, 
All glory be to Christ my Lord! 

4 Now let me gain perfection's height ; 

Now let me into nothing fall. 
As less than nothing in thy sight, 
And feel that Christ is all in all. 

Charles JVesley, 



434 c. M. 

1 Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord, 

My Saviour and my Head, 
I trust in thee, whose pow'rful word 
Hath raised him from the dead. 

2 In hope, against all human hope, 

Self-desp'rat«, I believe ; 
Thy quickening word shall raise me up, 
Thou shalt thy Spirit give. 

3 Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees. 

And looks to that alone ; 
Laughs at impossibilities, 

And cries, ''It shall be done ! " 

4 To thee the glory of thy jwwer 

And faithfulness I give ; 
I shall in Christ, at that glad hour, 
And Christ in me shall live. 

6 Obedient faith -that waits on thee, 
Thou never wilt reprove ; 
Eut thou wilt form thy Son in m.e, 
And perfect me in love. 

Charles Wesley. 

435 L. M. 

1 Co3iE, Saviour, Jesus, from above, 

Assist me with thy heavenly grace; 
Empty my heart of earthly love, 
And for thyself prepare the place- 

2 O let thy sacred presence fill, 

And set my longing spirit free, 
Which pants to have no other will,^ 
But day and night to feast on thea 


3 While in this region here below, 

No other good will I pursue : 
I'll hid this world of noise and show, 
With all its glitt'ring snares, adieu ! 

4 That path with humble speed I'll seek, 

In which my Saviour's footsteps shinej 
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, 
Of any other love but thine. 

5 Henceforth may no profane delight 

Divide this consecrated soul ; 
Possess it. tliou who hast the right, 
As Lord and IMaster of the whole. 
Antoinette Bourignon. Tr. by John IVesley. 

436 7s. 61. 

1 Fathee. Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One in Three, and Three in One, 
As by the celestial host. 

Let thy will on earth be done : 
Praise by all to thee be given. 
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven ! 

2 If so poor a worm as I 

May to thy great glory live, 
All my actions sauctif}". 

All my words and thoughts receive : 
Claim me for thy service, claim 
All I have and all I am. 

3 Take my soul and bodv's powers ; 

Take my mem'ry. niind. and will ; 
All my goods, and all my hours ; 

All I know, and all I feel ; 
All I think, or speak, or do : 
Take my heart ; but make it new. 


4 Now, my God, thine own I am, 

Now I give thee back thine own ; 

Freedom, friends, and health, and iame, 
Consecrate to thee alone : 

Thine I live, thrice happy I, 

Happier still il" thine i die. 

Charles Wesley. 

431' s. M. 

1 Lord, in the strength of grace. 

With a glad heart and free, 
Myself, my residue of days, 
I consecrate to thee. 

2 Thy ransomed servant, I 

Restore to thee thine own ; 
And, from this moment, live or die, 
To serve my God alone. 

Charles Wesley. 

438 s. M. 

1 Father, I dare believe 

Thee mercifal and true : 
Thou wilt my guilty soul forgive, 
My fallen soul renew. 

2 Come, then, for Jesus' sake, 

And bid my heart be clean : 
An end of all my troubles make, 
An end of all my sin. 

3 I cannot wash my lieart 

But by believing thee. 
And waiting for thy blood t' impart 
The spotless purity. 

4 While at thy cross I lie, 

Jesus, the grace bestow ; 
Now thy all-cleansing blood apply, 
And I am white as snow. 

Charles Wesley. 



439 L. p. M. 

1 O GrOD, what offring shall I give 

To thee, the Lord of earth and skies? 
My spirit, soul, and flesh receive, 

A holy, living sacrifice : 
Small as it is, 'tis all my store ; 
More shouldst thon have, if I had. more. 

2 XoTV then, my God, thou hast my soul : 

No longer mine, but thine I am : 
Guard thou thine o^vn, jiossess it whole ; 

Cheer it with hope, with love inflame i 
Thou hast my spirit : there display 
Thy glory to the perfect day. 

3 Thou hast my flesh, thy hallowed shrine. 

Devoted solely to thy will : 
Here let thy light forever shine ; 

This house still let thy presence fill : 
O Source of life, live, dwell, and move 
In me, till all my life be love! 

Jaachir.i Langc. Tr. hy John Wesley. 

440 c. M. 

1 O FOR a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free, 
A heart that always feels thy blood, 
So freely spilt for me ! 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek. 

My great Redeemer's throne. 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 O for a lowly, contrite heart. 

Believing, true, and clean. 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within ! 


4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
And full of love divine; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good- 
A copy, Lord, of thine. 

Charles Wesley. 

441 c. M. 

1 Jesus, mv Life, thyself apply, 

Thy Holy Spirit hreathe ; 
My vile affections crucify ; 
Conform me to thy death. 

2 More of thy life, and more, I have, 

As the old Adam dies : 
Bury me, Saviour, in thy grave, 
That I with thee may rise. 

3 Eeign in me, Lord ; thy foes control, 

Who woukl not own thy sway ; 
Diffuse thine image through my soul 
Shine to the perfect day. 

4 Scatter the last remains of sin, 

And seal me thine ahode ; 
O make me glorious all within, 
A temple built by God ! 

Charles Wesley. 

442 7s. 

1 Holy Lamb, who thee receive, 
Who in thee begin to live, 
Day and night they cry to thee, 

"As thou art, so let us be ! " 

2 Jesus, see my panting breast ! 
See I pant in thee to rest ! 
Gladly would I now be clean ; 
Cleanse me now from ev'ry sin. 



3 Fix, O fix my ^av'ring mind ! 
To thy cross my spirit bind ; 
Earthly passions lar remove ; 
Swallow up my soul in love. 

4 Dast and ashes though we be, 
Full of sin and misery, 

Thine we are, thou Son of God : 
Take the purchase of thy blood ! 

Anna S. Dober. Tr. hy John IVesley. 

443 7s. 

1 Whex, my Sa\-iour, shall I be 
Perfectly resigned to thee ? 
Poor and \-ile in my own eyes, 
Only in thy wisdom wise? — 

2 Only thee content to know, 
Ignorant of all below ; 
Only guided by thy light ; 
Only mighty in thy might? 

3 So I may thy Spirit knew, 
Let him as he listeth blow ; 
Let the manner be unknown, 
So I may with thee be one. 

4 Fully in my life express 
All the heights of holiness ; 
Sweetly let my spirit prove 
All the depths of humble love. 

Charles IVesley. 

444 _ 8s & 7s, D. 

1 LoYE di^'ine, all loves excelling. 

Joy of heaven, to earth comedown: 
Fix in us thv humble dwelling ; 
All thy faithful mercies cro^vn ! 


Jesus, thou art all compassLou ; 

Pure, unbouuded love thou art : 
Visit us with thy salvation. ; 

Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 

2 Breathe, O breathe thy losing Spirit 

iuto everj'- troubled breast ! 
Let us all in thee inherit. 

Let us find that second rest : 
Take away our bent to sinning ; 

Alpha and Omega be ; 
End of faith, as its l^eginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 

3 Finish, then, thy new creation ; 

Puie and spotless let us be ; 
Let us see thy great salvatiou, 

Ferlfectly restored in thee : 
Changed fi'om glory into gloiy, 

Till in heaven we take our place. 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise 1 

Charles Wesley. 

445 L. M. 

i O THAT my load of sin were gone! 
O that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down, 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feefc ! 

2 Rest for mv soul I long to find : 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art. 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind. 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free : 
I cannot rest till pure within. 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 


4 Fain wonld I learn of thee, my God ; 

Thy light and easy burden prove. 
The cross, all stained \\-ith hallowed hioocL 
The labor of thy dying love. 

5 I would, but thon must give the jK)Trer; 

My heart from ev'ry sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour. 
And fill me with thv perfect peace. 

Charles WaUy. 

446 c. M. 

1 My God. I know, I feel thee mine, 

And will not quit my claim, 
Till all I have is lost in 'thine, 
And all renewed I am. 

2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, 

But will not let thee go. 
Till steadfastly by faith I stand, 
And all thy goodn^s know. 

3 "\Mien shall I see the welcome hour, 

That plants my God in me ! 
Spirit of health, and life, and power, 
And perfect liberty I 

4 Jesus, thine all-rictorions lore 

Shed in my heart abroad ; 
Then shall my feet no longer rove, 
Rooted and fixed in God. 

Charles WesUy, 

447 c. M. 

1 O THAT in me the sacred fire 
Might now begin to glow, 
Burn up the dross of base desire, 
And make the mountains flow ! 


2 O that it now from heaven might fall, 

And all my sins consume ! 
Oome^ Holy Ghost, for thee I call ; 
Spirit of burning, come. 

3 Refining fire, go through my heart, 

Illuminate my soul ; 
Scatter thy life through every part, 
And sanctify the whole. 

4 No longer then my heart shall mourn, 

While, purified by grace, 
I only for his glory burn. 
And always see his face. 

Charles Wesley* 

448 c. M, 

i God of eternal truth and grace. 
Thy faithful promise seal ; 
Thy word, thy oath, to Abrah'm's race, 
In us, e'en us, fulfill, 

2 Let us, to perfect love restored, 

Thine image here retrieve, 
And in the presence of our Lord, 
The life of angels live. 

3 That mighty faith on me bestow 

Which cannot ask in vain ; 
Which holds, and will not let thee go, 
Till I my suit obtain, — 

4 Till thou into my soul inspire 

The perfect love unknown, 
And tell my infinite desire, 
*' Whate'er thou wilt, be done." 

Charles Wesley. 



449 c. M. 

1 Come, O my God, the promise seal ; 

This mountain, sin, remove ; 
Now in my waiting soul reveal 
The virtue of thy love. 

2 I want thy life, thy purity, 

Thy righteousness, brought in ; 
I ask, desire, and trust in thee 
To be redeemed from sin. 

3 Saviour, to thee my soul looks up, 

;My present Saviour, thou I 
In all the confidence of hope, 
I claim the blessing now. 

4 'Tis done : thou dost this moment save, 

With full salvation bless ; 
Redemption through thy blood I have, 
And spotless love and peace. 

Charles Wesley. 

450 C. M. 

1 Jesus hath died that I might live, 

Might live to God alone ; 
In him eternal life receive, 
And be in spirit one. 

2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace. 

The gift unspeakable ; 
And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, 
And all thy love to feel. 

3 My soul breaks out in strong desire 

The perfect bliss to prove ; 
My longing heart is all on fire 
To be dissolved, in love. 


4 Give me thyself; from every boast, 

From eyery wish set free: 
Let all I am in thee be lost; 
But give thyself to me. 

5 Tliv gifts, alas! cannot suffice, 

Unless thyself be given ; 
Thy presence makes my paradise, 
And where thou art is heaven. 

Charles IVesl^. 

451 78. 

1 Jesus, all atoning Lamb, 
Thine, and only thine, I am; 
Take my body, spirit, soul; 
Only thou possess the whole. 

2 Thou my one thing needful be; 
Let me ever cleave to thee ; 
Let me choose the better part ; 
Let me give thee all my heart. 

3 Fairer than the sons of men, 
Do not let me turn again, 

^ . Leave the fountain-head of bliss, 
Stoop to creature-happiness. 

4 Whom have I on earth below? 
Thee, and only thee, I know: 
Wliom have I in neaven but thee? 
Thou art all in all to me. 

Charles Wesley^ 


452 C. M. 

1 Once more we come before our God, 
Once more his blessings ask: 
O may not duty seem a load, 
I^or worship prove a task ! 


Father, thy qnick'ning Spirit send 
From heaven in Jesns' name, 

To make our -^vaitiug minds attend, 
And put our souls in frame. 

3 May vre receive the ^ord we hear, 

Each in an honest heart. 
And keep the precious treasure there, 
And never with it part. 

4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose. 

To each thy blessings suit, 
And let the seed thy servant sows 
Produce abundant fruit. 

Joseph Hart. 

453 L. M. 

1 Thy presence, graciotis God, afford ; 
Prepare us to receive thy word : 
Now let thy voice engage our ear. 

And faith be mixed with what we hear. 

2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, 
And fix our hearts and hopes above : 
With food diNine may we be fed, 
And satisfied with living bread. 

3 To us the sacred word apply 
With sovereign power and energy : 
And may we. in thy faith and fear, 
Reduce to practice what we hear. 

4 Father, in us thy Son reveal ; 
Teach us to know and do thy will ; 
Thy saving power and love display, 
And guide us to the realms of day. 

Jokn Faiveett. 

21 321 


454 c. M. 

1 O FOR a faith that will not shrink, 

Though pressed by ev'ry foe, 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe ! 

2 That will not mnrmnr nor complain 

Beneath the chastening rod. 
But, in the hour of grief or pain. 
Will lean upon its God; 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 

When tempests rage without; 
That when in danger knows no fear. 
In darkness feels no doubt ; 

4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread 

Nor heeds its scornful smile ; [frown, 
That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
Nor Satan's arts beguile ; 

6 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
Till life's last hour is fled. 
And with a pure and heavenly ray 
Lights up the dying bed. 

6 Lord, give us such a faith as this; 
And then, whate'er may come, 
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

V/illiam Hiley Bat hurst. 

455 7s, 6s. D. 

1 EiSE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; 
Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things 
T'ward heaven, thy native place : 


Snn and moon and stars decay ; 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, mv soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivera to the ocean ran, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the snn ; 

Both speed them to their source : 
So a soul that's bom of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embracei 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return, 

Triumphant in the skies: 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given ; 
All our sorrov.-s left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

Robert Seagrave. 

456 S. M. 

1 In ev'ry time and place, 

Who serve the Lord most high 
Are called his sov'reign will t' embrace, 
And still their own deny, — 

2 To follow his command. 

On earth as pilgrims rove, 
And seek an undiscovered land, 
And house and friends above. 

3 Father, the narrow path 

To that far country show, 
And in the steps of Abrah' m's faith 
Enable me to go, — 


A cheerful sojourner, 

Where'er thou bidd'st me roam, 
Till, guided by thy Spirit here, 

I reach my heavenly home. 

Charles Wesley. 

457 58, lis. 

1 Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, 

"With vigor arise, [skies : 

And press to our permanent place in the 
Of heavenly birth, Though wand' ring on 

This is not the place, 
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we 

2 At Jesus's call We gave up our all ; 

And still v»'e forego, 
For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below : 
No longing we find For the country behind ; 

But onward we move. 
And still we are seeking a country above — 

3 A country of joy Without any alloy ; 

We thither repair ; [there: 

Our hearts and our treasures already are 
We march hand in hand To Immanuel's 

No matter what cheer [land ; 

We meet with on earth ; for eternity's near! 

4 The rougher our way. The shorter our stay ; 

The tempests that rise 
Shall gloriously hurry our soulsto the skies: 
The fiercer the blast, The sooner 'tis past ; 

The troubles that come [home. 
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us 

Charlts Wesley. 



-158 7s. 

1 Children of the heavenly King, 
As we journey , let us sing; 
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 We are trav'ling home to God, 
In the way our fathers trod : 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 O ye banished seed, be glad ! 
Christ our Advocate is made ; 
Us to save, our flesh assumes. 
Brother to our souls becomes. 

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of our land : 
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
Bids us undismayed go on. 

5 Lord, obediently we'll go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our Leader be. 
And we still will follow thee. 

John Cennick. 

459 7s 

1 Son of God, thy blessing grant ; 
Still supply our every want : 
Tree of life, thy influence shed; 
With thy sap my spirit feed. 

2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I, 
Wither without thee and die ; 
Weak as helpless infancy, 

O confirm mv soul in thee! 


3 Unsustaiued by thee I fall : 
Send the help for which I call; 
Weaker than a bruised reed, 
Help I every moment need. 

4 All my hopes on thee depend ; 
Love me, save me to the end ; 
Give me the continuing grace, 
Take the everlasting praise. 

Charles WesUy. 

460 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 

Pilgrim through this barren land; 
I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand; 

Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain, 

Whence the healing waters flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through : 

Strong Deliv'rer, 
Be thou still my strength and shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side : 

Songs of praises 
I will ever give to thee. 

William Williamz. 

461 s M 

1 Behold, the morning sun 
Begins his glorious way ! 
His beams thro' all the nations run, 
And life and light convey. 


2 But where the gospel comes, 

It spreads diriner light; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 How perfect is thy word ! 

And all thy judgments just : 
Forever sure thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions given ! 
O may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven ! 

Isaac Waits. 

462 lOs, 4s. 

1 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling 

Lead thou me on ! [gloom, 

The nightisdark.andlam far from home ; 

Lead thou me on ! 
Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 

The distant scene ; one step enough for 

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 

Shouidst lead me on : 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but nov; 

Lead thou me on ! 
I loved the garish day. and, spite of fears. 
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past 

3 So long thy power hath blessed me, sure it 

Will lead me on [still 

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 


The night is gone, 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
Which I have loved long since, and lost 
awhile ! 

John Henry Newwan. 

463 8s, 7s. With Chorus. 

1 Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 

Through this gloomy vale of tears; 
And, O Lord, in mercy give us 
Thy rich grace in all our fears. 
O refresh us, O refresh us, 

Trav'ling through this wilderness. 

2 When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let thy goodness never fail us, 
Lead us in thy perfect way. 
O refresh us, &c. 

3 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear. 
O refresh us, &c. 

4 When this mortal life is ended. 

Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
Till by angel-bands attended, 
Vre awake among the blest! 
O refresh us, &c. 

Thomas Hastings 

464 c. M. 

1 Lord, it belongs not to my care 
Whether I die or live : 
To love and serve thee is my share, 
And this thy grace must give. 


2 If life be long, I will be glad 

That I may long obey ; 
If short, yet why should I be sad 
To soar to endless day? 

3 Christ leads me through no darker room? 

Than he went through before ; 
He that unto God's kingdom comes 
Must enter by his door. 

4 Come, Lord, when giace hath made me 

Thy blessed face to see ; [meet 

For. if thy work on earth be sweet, 
What will thy glory be? 

5 Then I shall end my sad complaints. 

And weary, sinful days. 
And join with the triumphant saints 
Who sing Jehovah's praise. 

6 My knowledge of that life is small ; 

The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with him. 

Richard Baxter. 

165 C. M. 

1 Rise, my soul, pursue the path 

By ancient worthies trod ; 
Aspiring, view those holy men 
Yv^ho lived and walked with God. 

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 

And in example live ; 
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, 
Still fresh instruction give. 


3 'T was thro' the LamlD's most precious blood 

They conquered every foe ; 
And to his power and matchless grace 
Their crowns of life they owe. 

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view 

The patterns thou hast given, 

And ne'er forsake the blessed road 

That led them safe to heaven. 

John Needham. 

466 c. M. 

1 Talk with us. Lord, thyself reveal, 

While here o'er earth we rove ; 
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
The kindlings of thy love. 

2 With thee conversing, we forget 

All time, and toil, and care ; 
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
If thou, my God, art here. 

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 

And bid my heart rejoice ; 
My bounding heart shall own thy sway, 
And echo to thy voice. 

1 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 
'Tis all I vnsh to seek : 
T' attend the whispers of thy grace, 
And hear thee inly speak. 

5 Let this my every hour employ. 
Till I thy glory see, 
Entei into my Master's joy, 
And find my heaven in thee ! 

Charles Wesley. 



467 c. M. 

1 Cheesed with thy converse, Lord, I trace 

The desert with delight ; 
Through all the gloom, one smile of thine 
Can dissipate the night. 

2 No'" shall I through eternal days 

A restless pilgrim roam ; 
Thy hand, that now directs my course, 
Shall soon convey me home. 

3 I ask not Enoch's rapt'rous flight 

To realms of heavenly day ; 
Nor seek Elijah's fiery steeds, 
To bear this flesh away. 

4 Joyful my spirit will consent 

To drop its mortal load ; 
And hail the sharpest pangs of death, 
That break its way to God. 

Philip Doddridge. 

468 7s. 

1 Cast thy burden on the Lord, 
Only lean upon his word ; 

Thou shalt soon have cause to bless 
His eternal faithfulness. 

2 Ever in the raging storm 

Thou shalt see his cheering form, 
Hear his pledge of coming aid : 
''It is I, be not afraid." 

3 Cast thy burden at his feet ; 
Linger at his mercy -seat : 

He will lead thee by the hand 
Gently to the better land. 


4 He will gird thee by his power, 
In thy weary, fainting hour : 
Lean, then, loving, on his word ; 
Cast thy burden on the Lord. 

Author Unknown. 

469 c. M. 

i Awake, my soul ! stretch eveiy nerve, 
And press with rigor on : 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey : 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God 'a all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye : 

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright. 

Which shall new luster boast, 
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
Shall blend in common dust. 

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee. 

Have I my race begun ; 
And, crowned -VNuth vict'ry, at thy feet 
I'll lay my honors down. 

Fkil2j> Doddridge. 

41^0 C. M. 

1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? 
Awake, my sluggish soul ! 
Nothing hath half thy work to do, 
Yet nothing's half so dull. 


2 Go to the ants ; for one poor grain 

See how they toil and strive ! 
Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, 
How negligent we live ! 

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands. 

And stars their courses move ; 
"We, for whose guard the angel bands 
Come flying from above ; 

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, 

And labored for our good — 
How careless to secure that crown 
He purchased with his blood ! 

5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still. 

And never act our parts ? 
Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hilL 
And warm our frozen hearts. 

6 Give us with active warmth to move. 

With vig'rous souls to rise. 
With hands of faith and wings of love 
To fly and take the prize. 

Isaac IVatis. 

47i L. M. 

1 THOU who all thing-s canst control, 
Chase this dread slumber from my soul 
With joy and fear, with love and awe. 
Give me to keep thy perfect law. 

2 O may one beam of thy blest light 
Pierce througli, dispel the shade of night; 
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fixe, 
With holy, conqu'ring zeal inspire. 



3 With outstretched hands and streaming 
Oft I begin to grasp the prize ; [eyes, 
I groan. I strive, I watch, I pray ; 

But ah! how soon it dies away i 

4 The deadly slumber soon I feel 
Afresh upon my spirit steal : 

Rise, Lord, stir up thy quick'ning power. 
And wake me that I sleep no more. 

Unkno7vn German Author 
Tr. by John U'esiey, 

472 L. M. 

1 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears ! 

Let every trembling thought be gone ! 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 

And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forget the mighty God 

That feeds the strength of every saint. 

3 From him, the overflowing spring, 

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 

While such as trust their native strength^ 

Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 

4 Swift as the eagle cuts the air. 

We'll mount aloft to his abode ; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly. 
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 

Isaac IVaits, 

473 6s & 48. 

i Nearer, my God, to thee, 
Nearer to thee! 
E'en though it be a cross 
That raiseth me ; 


Still all my Bong shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 
Nearer to thee ! 

Though like the wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 
Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone ; 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

There let the way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me, 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee. 

Nearer to thee ! 

Then with my waking thoughts 

Blight with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

Or if on joyful wing. 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot. 

Upward I fly ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee. 

Nearer to thee ! 

Sctrah Flower Adatus, 



474 L. p. M. 

1 Thee will I love, my strength, my tower; 

Thee will I love, my joy, mj^ crown ; 
Thee will I love with all my power. 

In all thy works and thee alone ; 
Thee will I love, till the pure fire 
Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 

2 I thank thee, uncreated Sun, [shined \ 

That thy bright beams on me have 
I thank thee, who hast overthrown 

My foes, and healed my wounded mind ; 
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice 
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 

3 Uphold me in the doubtful race, 

Nor suffer me again to stray ; 
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace 

Still to press forward in thy way : 
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might. 
Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. 

4 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears ; 

Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires; 
Give to my soul, with filial fears, 

The love that all heaven's host inspires; 
That all my powers, with all their might. 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

5 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown. 

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; 
Thee will I love, beneath thy frown 

Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod : 
What though my flesh and heart decay, 
Thee shall I love iu endless day ! 

John Angelus Scheffler. Tr. hy John Wesley. 


475 7s. D. 

1 Lord of earth, thy forming hand 
Well this beauteous frame hath plann'd- 
Woods that wave, and hills that tower, 
Ocean rolling in his power : 

Yet, amidst this scene 8(3" fair, 
Should I cease thy smile to share, 
What were all its joys to me? 
Whom have I on earth hut thee? 

2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight 
Shines a world of purer light ; 
There in love's unclouded reign, 
Severed friends shall meet again : 

that world is passing fair! 
Yet, if thou wert absent there, 
What were all its joys to me ? 
Whom have I in heaven but thee? 

3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast 
Seeks in thee its only rest ; 

1 was lost ; thy accents mild 
Homeward lured thy wand' ring child; 
O, if once thy smile Divine 

Ceased upon my soul to shine, 
What were earth or heaven to me? 
Whom have I in each but thee ? 

Robert Grant. 

476 s. M. 

1 Jesus, my Truth, my Way, 

My sure, unerring Light, 
On thee my feeble steps I stay, 
Which thou wilt guide aright. 

2 My Wisdom and my Guide, 

My Counselor thou art : 
22 337 


O never let me leave thy side, 
Or from thy paths depart. 

3 I lift mine eyes to thee, 

Thou gracious, bleeding Lamb, 
That I may now enlightened be, 
And never put to shame. 

4 Never will I remove 

Out of thy hands my cause ; 
But rest in thy redeeming love, 
And hang upon thy cross. 

5 Teach me the happy art, 

In all things to depend 
On thee : O never, Lord, depart, 
But love me to the end. 

Charles Wesley. 

477 s. M. 

1 Still stir me up to strive 

Wilii thee in strength divine ; 
And every moment, Lord, revive 
This fainting soul of mine. 

2 Persist to save my soul 

Throughout the fiery hour. 
Till I am every whit made whole, 
And show forth all thy power. 

3 O make me all like thee. 

Before I hence remove ! 
Settle, confirm, and'stablish me, 
And build me up in love. 

4 Let me thy witness live, 

When sin is all destroyed ; 
And then my spotless soul receive, 
And take me home to God. 

Charles Wesley. 


478 C. M. D. 

1 I WANT a principle Tfithin, 

Of jealous, godly fear ; 
A sensibility of sin, 

A pain to feel it near : 
I want the first approach to feel 

Of pride, or fond desire ; 
To catch the Tvand'ring of my 'svill, 

And quench the kindling lire. 

2 From thee that I no more may part, 

Xo more thy goodness grieve. 
The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 

The tender conscience, give. 
Quick as the apple of an eye, 

O God, my conscience make ! 
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 

And keep it still awake. 

3 If to the right or left I stray. 

That moment. Lord, reprove ; 
And let me weep my life away 

For having grieved thy love. 
O may the least omission pain 

My -well-instructed soul, 
And drive me to the blood again 

Which makes the wounded whole ! 

Charles Wesley. 

479 c. P. M. 

1 Be it my only wisdom here 
To ser^-e the Lord with filial fear, 

"With loving gratitude : 
Superior sense may I display, 
By shunning ev'ry evil way, 
And walking in the good. 


2 O may I still from sin depart ; 
A wise and understanding heart, 

Jesus, to me be given ! 
And let me through thy Spirit know 
To glorify my God below, 

And find my way to heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

480 L. M. 

1 Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 

On whom I cast my ev'ry care, 
On whom for all things I depend, 
Inspire, and then accept my prayer. 

2 If I have tasted of thy gi'ace. 

The grace that sure salvation brings ; 
If with me now thy Spirit stays. 

And, hov'ring, hides me in his wings, - 

3 Still let him with my weakness stay, 

Nor for a moment's space depart ; 
E\il and danger turn away. 

And keep till he renews my heart. 

4 When to the right or left I stray, 

His voice behind me may I hear, 
* ' Return, and walk in Christ, thy way ; 
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near ! ' ' 

Charles Wesley. 

481 L. M. 

1 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall ; 

O reach me out thy gracious hand ! 
Only on thee for help I call ; 
Only by faith in thee I stand. 


2 Pierce, fill me with an humble fear ; 

My utter helplessness reveal ! 
Satan and sin are always near ; 
Thee may I always nearer feel. 

3 O that to thee my constant mind 

Might with an even flame aspire ! 
Pride in its earliest motions find, 
And mark the risings of desire ! 

4 O that my tender soul might fly 

The first abhorred approach of ill ! 
Quick, as the apple of an eye, 
The slightest touch of sin to feel. 

5 Till thou anew my soul create, 

Still may I strive, and watch, and pray, 
Humbly and confidently wait, 
And long to see the perfect day. 

Charles Wesley, 

48'^ L. M. 

i It may not be our lot to wield 
The sickle in the ripened field ; 
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, 
The reaper's song among the sheaves. 

2 Yet where our duty's task is wrought 
In unison with God's great thought, 
The near and future blend in one. 
And whatsoe'er is willed, is done. 

3 And ours the grateful service whence 
Comes, day by day, the recompense ; 
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed. 
The fountain, and the noonday shade. 



4 And were this life the utmost span, 
The only end and aim of man, 
Better the toil of fields like these 
Thau waking dream and slothful ease. 

5 But life, though falling like our grain. 
Like that revives and springs again ; 
And, early called, how blest are they 
Who wait in heaven, their harvest day ! 

John Greenleaf IVTiittier. 

483 s. M. 

1 Thou seest my feeblene3s, 

Jesus, he thou vaj power, 

My help and refuge in distress, 

My fortress and my tower. 

2 Give me to trust in thee ; 

Be thou my sure abode : 
]\Iy horn, and rock, and buckler be, 
My Saviour, and my God. 

3 Myself I cannot save. 

Myself I cannot keep ; 
But strength in thee I surely have, 
Whose eyelids never sleep. 

4 My soul to thee alone. 

Now, therefore, I commend : 
Thou, Jesus, love me as thine own, 
And love me to the end ! 

Charles Wesley. 

484 s. M. 

1 Gracious Redeemer, shake 
This slumber from my soul ! 
Say to me now, ' ' Awake, awake ! 
And Christ shall make thee whole." 


2 Lay to thv mighty hand ; 

Alarm me in this hour ; 
And make me folly understand 
The thnnder of thy power ! 

3 Give me on thee to call. 

Always to watch and pray, 
Lest I into temptation fall, 
And cast my shield away. 

4 For each assanlt prepared 

And ready may I be ; 
Forever standing on my guard, 
And looking up to thee. 

5 O do thou always warn 

My soul of evil near I 
When to the right or left I turn, 
Thy voice still let me hear : 

6 "Come back ! this is the way ! 

Come back ! and walk herein I " 
O may I hearken and obey. 
And shun the paths of sin ! 

Charles Wesley, 

485 s. M. 

1 Ye servants of the Lord, 

Each in his office wait. 
Observant of his heavenly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 

And trim the golden flame ; 
Gird up your loins, as in his sight, 
For awful is his name. 


3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command ; 

And while we speak he's near : 
Mark the first signal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 O happy servant he 

In such a posture found ! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
*^ And be with honor crowned. 

Philip Doddridge. 

486 s. M. D. 

1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 

A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 

And fit it for the sky : 
To serve the present age, 

My calling to fulfill — 

may it all my powers engage. 
To do my Master's will ! 

2 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live ; 
And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare 

A strict account to give ! 
Help me to watch and pray, 

And on thyself rely, 
Assured if I my trust betray, 

I shall forever die. 

Charles Wesley. 

487 s. M. D. 

1 God of almighty love, — 
By whose sufficient grace 

1 lift my heart to things above, 
And humbly seek thy face,— 



Through Jesus Christ, the Just, 

My faint desires receive. 
And let me in thy goodness trust, 

And to thy glory live. 

2 Whate'er I say or do, 

Thy glory be my aim ; 
My off' rings all be offered through 

The ever-blessed name : 
Jesus, my single e3'e 

Be fixed on thee alone ; 
Thy name be praised on earth, on high, 

Thy will by all be done. 

3 Spirit of faith, inspire 

My consecrated heart ; 
Fill me pure, celestial fire, 

With all thou hast and art : 
My feeble mind transform, 

And, perfectly renewed. 
Into a saint exalt a worm — 

A worm exalt to God ! 

Charles IVesUy. 

488 L. M. 

1 AVhen Jesus dwelt in mortal clay. 
What were his works, from day to day, 
But mii-acles of power and grace, 

That spread salvation through our ra<:e ? 

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ; 
Let alms bestowed, let kindneas done. 
Be witnessed by each rolling sun. 



3 That man may last, but never lives, 
Who much receives, but nothing gives, 
Whom none can love, v^hom none can 
Creation's blot, creation's blank, [thank, 

4 But he who marks, from day to day, 
In generous acts his radiant way. 
Treads the same path the Saviour trod. 
The path to glory and to God. 

Thojnas Gibbons. 

489 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Hark, the voice of Jesus calling, 
" Who will go and work to-day? 

Fields are white, and harvests waiting. 

Who will bear the sheaves away?" 
Loud and long the Master calleth. 

Rich reward he offers free; 
Who will answer, gladly saying, 
" Here am I, send me, send me? " 

2 Let none hear you idly saying, 
' ' There is nothing I can do, ' ' 
While the souls of men are dying. 

And the Master calls for you : 
Take the task he gives you, gladly ; 

Let his work your pleasure be ; 
Answer quickly when he calleth, 
"Here am I, send me, send me." 

Daniel March. 

490 L. M. 

1 So let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess ; 
So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 


2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God, 
When the salvation reigus within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied. 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While j ustice, temperance, truth, and love, 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Eeligion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord ; 
And faith stands leaning on his word. 

Isaac Watts. 

491 L. M. 

1 Ah ! Lord, with trembling I confess, 
A gracious soul may tall from grace ; 
The salt may lose its seas' ning power, 
And never, never find it more ! 

2 Lest that my fearful case should be, 
Each moment knit m3^ soul to thee ; 
And lead me to the mount above, 
Through the low vale of humble love. 

Charles Wesley, 

49S 7s. 

1 Jesus, shall I never be 
Firmly grounded upon thee? 
Never by thy work abide? 
Never in thy wounds reside? 

2 O how wav'ring is my mind, 
Tossed about with ev'ry wind! 
O how quickly doth my heart 
From the living God depart! 



3 Jesus, let my nature feel 
Thou art God unchangeable : 
JAH, Jehovah, great I AM, 
Speak into my soul thy name. 

4 Grant that every moment I 
May believe and feel thee nigh, 
Steadl'astly behold thy face, 
'Stablished with abiding grace. 

Charles Wesley. 

493 s. M. D. 

1 Who in the Lord confide, 

And feel his s]:)rinkled blood. 
In storms and hurricanes abide 

Firm as the mount of God : 
Steadfast, and fixed, and sure, 

His Sion cannot move ; 
His faithful people stand secure 

In Jesus' guardian love- 

2 As round Jerusalem 

The hilly bulw^arks rise. 
So God ijrotects and covers them 

From all their enemies : 
On every side he stands, 

And for his Israel cares ; 
And safe in his almighty hands 

Their souls forever bears. 

3 But let them still abide 

In thee, all -gracious Lord, 
Till every soul is sanctified, 
And perfectly restored : 


The men of heart sincere 

Continue to defend : 
And do them good, and save them h.ere, 

And love them to the end. 

Charles Wesley. 

494 s. M. D. 

1 Bid me of men beware, 

And to my ways take heed, 
Discern their every secret snare, 

And circumspectly tread: 
O may I cabnly vrait 

Thy succors from above, 
And stand against their open hate, 

And Tvell-dLssembled love ! 

2 My spirit, Ijord, alarm, 

When men and devils join ; 
Against the wiles of Satan arm, 

In panoply divine ; 
O may I set my face 

His onsets to repel, 
Quench all his fiery darts, and chase 

The fiend to his own hell ! 

3 Biit above all. afraid 

Of my own bosom-foe, 
Still let me seek to thee for aid, 

To thee my weakness show ; 
Hang on thy arm alone, 

With self-distrusting care. 
And deeply in the Spirit groan 

The never-ceasing prayer. 

Charles Wesley. 



495 L. M. 

1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 

A mortal man ashamed of thee? 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star : 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon : 

'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee ! 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend, 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ? 
No : when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

Joseph Grigg. 

496 C. M. 

1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord? 

Behold my heart, and see ; 
And turn each cursed idol out. 
That dares to rival thee. 

2 Do not I love thee from my soul? 

Then let me nothing love ; 

Dead be my heart to every joy. 

When Jesus cannot move, 

3 Is not thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 


i Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
1 would disdain to feed? 
Hast thou a foe before whose face 
I fear thy cause to plead? 

5 Would not mine ardent spirit A'ie 

With angels round the throne, 
To execute thy sacred will, 
And make thy glory known ? 

6 Would not my heart xx)ur forth its blood 

In honor of thy name ? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

7 Thouknow'st I love thee, dearest Lord ; 

But O ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
An d learn to love 1 ^e more. 

PAzi// Doddridge. 

497 c. M. 

1 She loved her Saviour, and to him 

Eer costliest present brought ; 
To crown his head , or grace his name, 
No gift too rare she thought. 

2 So let the Saviour be adored, 

And not the poor despised ; 
Give to the hungry from your hoard, 
But all, give all to Christ. 

3 Go. clothe the naked, lead the blind, 

Give to the weary rest ; 
For sorrow's children comfort find, 
And help for all distressed. 


But give to Christ alone thy heart, 
Thy faith, thy love supreme ; 

Then for his sake thine alms impart, 
And so give all to him. 

IVilliam Cutter. 

498 c. M. 

1 Jesus, let all thy lovers shine, 

Illustrions as the sun ; 
And, bright with borrowed rays divine., 
Their glorious circuit run, 

2 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread 

Their light where'er they go ; 
And heavenly influences shed 
On all the world below. 

3 As giants may they run their race, 

Exulting in their might ; 
As burning luminaries, chase 
The gloom of hellish night. 

4 As the bright Sun of Righteousness, 

Their healing wings display ; 
And let their luster still increase 
Unto the perfect day. 

Charles Wesley. 

499 H. M. 

1 Must I my brother keep. 

And share his pain and toil, 
And weep with those that weep. 

And smile with those that smile, 
And act to each a brother's part, 
And feel his sorrows in my heart? 


2 Must I his burden bear, 

As thongh it were my own, 
And do as I would care 

Should to myself be done, 
And faithful to his int' rests prove, 
And as myself my neighbor love ? 

3 Must I reprove his sin ? 

Must I partake his grief, 
And kindly enter in, 

And minister relief, 
The naked clothe, the hungry feed. 
And love him, not in word, but deed? 

4 O make me as thou art, 

Thy Spirit, Lord, bestow ; 
The kind and gentle heart 

That feels another's woe ; 
That thus I may be like my Head, 
And in my Saviour's footsteps tread. 

Thomas Raffles. 

500 s M. 

1 Sow in the mom thy seed, 

At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed- 
Broadcast it o'er the land. 

2 Tliou know'st not which shall thrive 

The late or early sown ; 
Grace keeps the precious germ alive, 
When and wherever strewn : 

3 And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 

And the full corn at length. 
23 353 


4 Thou canst not toil in vain : 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

5 Then, when the final end. 

The day of God is come, 
The angel reapers shall descend. 

And heaven sing, ' ' Harvest home ! " 

James Montgomery. 

501 L. M. 

1 Go, labor on ; spend and be spent, 

Thy joy to do the Father's will ; 
It is the way the Master went; 
Should not the servant tread it still? 

2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught ; 

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain ; 

Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; 

The Master praises, — what are men ? 

3 Go, labor on ; your hands are weak ; 

Your knees are faint, your soul cast 
Yet falter not ; the prize you seek [down ; 
Is near, — a kingdom and a crown. 

Horatius Bonar. 

502 c. M. 

i Jesus, my Lord, bow rich thy grace ! 
Thy bounties, hov/ complete ! 
How shall I count the matchless sum> 
. How pay the mighty debt ? 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 
Dost thou exalted shine ; 
What can my poverty bestow, 
Wiien all the worlds are thine? 


3 But thou hast brethren here below, 

The partners of thy grace, 
And Tvilt confess their humble names 
Before thy Father's face. 

4 In them thou mayst be clothed and fed, 

And ^-isited and cheered, 
And in their accents of distress 
My Saviour's voice is heard. 

Philip Doddridge. 

503 c. M. 

1 These mortal joys, how soon they fade ! 

How swift they pass away ! 
The dying flower reclines its head. 
The beauty of a day. 

2 The bags are rent, the treasure's lost, 

V/e fondly called our own : 
Scarce could we the possession boast, 
When, lo ! we found it gone. 

3 But there are joys that cannot die, 

With God laid up in store ; 
Treasure, beyond the changing sky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 

4 To that my rising heart aspires, 

Secure to find its rest. 
And glories in such wide desires, 
Of all its wish possessed. 

5 The seeds which piety and love 

Have scattered here below, 
In the fair, fertile fields above, 
To ample harvests grow. 


6 The mite my willing hands can give, 
At Jesus' feet I lay ; 
Grace shall the humble gift receire, 
And Heaven at large repay. 

Philip Doddridge. 
504 C. M. 

1 Father of mercies, send thy gracCj 

All-powerful from above, 
To form in our obedient souls 
The image of thy love. 

2 O may our sympathizing breasts 

That generous pleasure know ; 
Kindly to share in others' joy, 
And weep for others' woe ! 

3 When the most helpless sons of grief 

In low distress are laid, 
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
And swift our hands to aid. 

4 So Jesus looked on dying men, 

When throned above the skies ; 
And midst th' embi-aces of thy love, 
He felt compassion rise. 

5 On wings of love the Saviour fiew, 

To raise us from the ground ; 
And gave the richest of his blood, 
A balm for every wound. 

Philip Doddridge. 

505 8s. D. 

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours 

When Jesus no longer I see ! [flow'rs, 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 
Have all lost their sweetness to me,— 


The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
The fields strive in vain to look gay : 

But when I am happy in him, 
December's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume, 

And sweeter than music his voice; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 

And makes all within me rejoice : 
I should, were he always thus nigh, 

Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
Xo mortal so happy as I, 

My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face. 

My all to his pleasure resigned ; 
No changes of season or place 

Would make any change in my minfi : 
"While blessed with a sense of his love. 

A palace a toy would appear ; 
And prisons would palaces prove. 

If Jesus would dwell ^vith me there. 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 

If thou art my sun and my song, 
Say why do I languish and pine ? 

And why are my winters so long ? 
O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me to thee up on high. 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 

Jchn New ten. 

506 8s. 

1 Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine, 
The joy and desire of my heaii;, 
For closer communion I pine, 
I long to reside where thou art: 


The pasture I languish to find, 

Where all, who their Shepherd obey, 

Are fed, on thy bosom reclined, 

And screened from the heat of the day. 

2 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, 
There only I covet to rest ; 
To lie at the foot of the rock, 

Or rise to be hid in thy breast: 
'Tis there I would always abide. 

And never a moment depart ; 

Concealed in the cleft of thy side, 

Eternally held in thy heart. 

Charles Wesley. 

507 c. M. 

1 Jesus, to thee I now can fly, 

On whom my help is laid ; 
Oppressed by sins, I lift my eye, 
And see the shadows fade. 

2 Believing on my Lord, I find 

A sure and present aid : 
On thee alone my constant mind 
Be every moment stayed ! 

3 Y/hate'er in me seems wise, or good, 

Or strong, I here disclaim : 
I wash my garments in the blood 
Of the atoning Lamb. 

4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest, 

On thee will I depend, 
Till summoned to the marriage-feast, 
When faith in sight shall end. 

Charles Wesley. 



508 C. M. 

1 God of all grace and majesty, 

Supremely great and good, 
If I have mercy found with thee 
Through the atoning blood, — 

2 The guard of all thy mercies give. 

And to my pardon join 
A fear lest I should ever grieve 
The Comforter divine. 

3 Still may I walk as in thy sight, 

My strict Observer see ; 
And thou, by rev' rent love, unite 
My childlike heart to thee. 

4 Still let me, till my days are past, 

At Jesus' feet abide ; 
So shall he lift me up at last, 
And seat me by his side. 

Charles Wesley 

509 6s. D. 

1 My Jesus, as thou wilt : 

may thy will be minel 
Into thy hand of love 

1 would my all resign : 
Through sorrow or through joy, 

Conduct me as thine own, 
And help me still to say. 
My Lord, thy will be done. 

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt : 

If needy here and poor. 
Give me thy people's bread. 
Their portion rich and sure : 


The manna of thy Word 

Let my soul feed upon ; 
And if all else should fail, 

My Lord, thy will be done. 

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt : 

Though seen through many a tear. 
Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear : 
Since thou ou earth hast wept 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with thee, 

My Lord, thy will be done. 

4 My Jesus, as thou wilt : 

All shall be well for me ; 
Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with thee : 
Straight to mj home above, 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing, in life or death. 

My Lord, thy will be done. 
Benjaviin Schmolke. Tr. "by Jane Borthwick . 

510 s. M. 

1 LOED, I delight in thee, 

And on thy care depend ; 
To thee in ev'ry trouble flee, 
My best, my only Friend. 

2 When nature's streams are dried. 

Thy fullness is the same ; 
With this will I be satisfied, 
And glory in thy name. 


3 "WTio raade my heaven secure, 

Will here all good provide : 
While Christ is rich, can I be poor ? 
What can I want beside ? 

4 I cast my care on thee ! 

I triumph and adore : 
Henceforth my great concern shall be 
To love and please thee more. 

John Ry'.and. Alt. 

511 C. M. 

i Sing, ye ransomed of the Lord, 
Your great Deliv'rer sing ; 
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, 
Be joyful in your King. 

2 A hand divine shall lead you on, 

Through all the blissful road, 
Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling God. 

3 There garlands of immortal joy 

Shall bloom on every head ; 
While sorrovr, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows all are fled. 

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength; 

Pursue his footsteps still ; 
And let the prospect cheer your eye. 
While laboring up the hill. 

Philip Doddridge. 

512 7s. 

1 Lord, if thou thy grace impart, 
Poor in spirit, meek in heart, 
I shall as my ]Master be, — 
Hooted iu humility ! 


2 Simple, teachable, and mild, 
Changed into a little child ; 
Pleased with all the Lord provides. 
Weaned from all the world besides. 

3 Father, fix my soul on thee ; 
Every e\il let me flee ; 
Nothing want, beneath, above, 
Happy in thy precious love. 

3 that all may seek and find 
Every good in Jesus joined ! 
Him let Israel still adore, 
Trust him, praise him evei-more. 

Charles Wesley. 

513 c. M. 

1 O IT is hard to work for God, 

To rise and take his part 
Upon this battle-field of earth, 
And not sometimes lose heart ! 

2 He hides himself so wondrously, 

As though there were no God ; 
He is least seen when all the powers 
Of ill are most abroad ; 

3 Or he deserts us in the hour 

The fight is all but lost ; 
And seems to leave us to ourselves 
Just when we need him most. 

4 It is not so, but so it looks ; 

And we lose courage then ; 
And doubts will come if GiDd hath kept 
His promises to men. 


5 Bat right is right, since God is God ; 
And right the day must win ; 
To doubt would be disloyalty, 
To falter would be sin ! 

Frederick IVilliatn Faber. 

514 L. M. 

1 Let not the wise their wisdom boast, 
The mighty glory in their might, 
The rich in fiatt'ring riches trust, 
Which take their everlasting flight. 

2" The rush of num'rous years bears down 
The most gigantic strength of man : 
And where is all his "^visdom gone. 
When dust he turns to dust again ? 

3 One only gift can justify 

The boasting soul that knows his God : 
When Jesus doth his blood apply, 
I glory in his sprinkled blood. 

4 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise, 

I triumph in the love divine, 
The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, 
In Christ to endless ages mine. 

Charles Wesley. 

515 L. M. 

1 O THOU, who earnest from above. 

The pure celestial fire t' impart, 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
On the mean altar of my heart. 

2 There let it for thy glory burn, 

With inextinguishable blaze, 
And trembling to its source return, 
In humble love and fervent praise. 


3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire, 

To work, and speak, and think, for thee; 
Still let me guard the holy tire, 
And still stir up thy giit in me. 

4 Ready for all thy perfect will, 

My acts of faith and love repeat, 

Till death thy endless mercies seal, 

And make the sacrifice complete. 

Charles Wesley. 

516 c. M. 

1 Religion is the chief concern 

Of mortals here below : 
May I its great importance learn, 
Its sovereign virtue know ! 

2 Religion should our thoughts engage 

Amidst our youthful bloom : 
'Twill fit us for declining age, 
And for the awful tomb. 

3 O may my heart, by grace renewed, 

Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
And be vn^ stubborn will subdued, 
His government to own ! 

4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love 

Be joined with godly fear ; 
And aU my conversation prove 
My heart to be sincere. 

5 Let lively hope my soul inspire : 

Let warm affections rise ; 
And may I wait mth strong desire 
To mount above the skies! 

John Fawcett^ 


517 S. M. 

1 My God, my life, my 1oy8, 

To thee, to thee I call : 
I cannot live if thou remove, 
For thou art all in all. 

2 Thy shining grace can cheer 

This dungeon where I dwell : 
'Tis paradise when thou art here ; 
K thou depart, 'tis hell. 

3 The smilings of thy face, 

How amiable they are ! 
'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, 
And nowhere else but there. 

4 To thee, and thee alone, 

The angels owe their bliss : 
They sit around thy gracious throne 
And dwell where Jesus is. 

5 Not all the harps above 

Can make a heavenly place, 
If God his residence remove, 
Or but conceal his face. 

6 Nor earth, nor all the sky. 

Can one delight afford : 
No, not one drop of real joy, 
Without thy presence, Lord. 

7 Thou art the sea of love, 

Where all my pleasures roll : 
The circle where my passions move, 
And center of my soul, 


8 To thee my spirits fly, 
With iulinite desire ; 
And yet how far from thee I lie ! 

Jesus, raise me higher ! 

Isaac Watts. 

518 c. M. 

1 My God, my portion, and my love, 

My everlasting all, 
I've none but thee in heav'n above, 
Or on this earthly bail. 

2 What empty things are all the skies, 

And this inferior clod ! 
There's nothing here deserves my joys, 
There's nothing like my God. 

3 Row vain a toy is glitfring wealth, 

If once compared to thee ! 
Or what's my safety, or my health. 
Or all my friends, to me? 

4 Were I possessor of the earth, 

And called the stars my own, 
Without thy graces and thyself 

1 were a wretch undone. 

5' Let others streteh their arms like seas, 
And grasp in all the shore ; 
Grant me the visits of thy face, 
And I desire no more. 

Isaac Watts. 

519 C. M. 

1 How vain are all things here below ! 
How false, and yet how fair ! 
Each pleasure hath its poison too, 
And every sweet a snare. 


2 The brightest things below the sky 

Give but a flatt'ring light ; 
We should suspect some danger nigh 
Where we possess delight. 

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends, 

The partners of our blood, 
How they divide our wav'ring minds, 
And leave bat half for God ! 

4 The fondness of a creature's love, 

How strong it strikes the sense ! 
Thither the warm affections move, 
Nor can we call them thence. 

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be 

My soul's eternal food ; 
And grace command my heart away 
From all created good. 

Isaac ll'atis. 

520 L. M. 6 L 

i Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 
WTiose depth unfathomed,no man knows, 
I see from far thy beauteous light, 

Inly I sigh for thy repose : 
My heart is pained, nor can it be 
At rejit, till it finds rest in thee. 

2 Thy secret voice invites me still 

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove, 
And fain I would ; but though my will 

Seem fixed, yet >vide my passions rove ; 
Yet hind'rances strew all the way ; 
I aim at thee, yet from thee strav. 


3 Is there a thing beneath the snn 

That strives ^vith thee my heart to share? 
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The lord of every motion there ! 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in thee. 

4 O hide this self from me, that I 

No more, but Christ in me, may live ! 
My vile affections crucify, 

Nor let one darling lust survive ! 
In all things nothing may I see, 
Nothing desire or seek, but thee ! 

5 Each moment draw from earth away 

jMy heart, that lowly waits thy call ; 
Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 
" I am thy Love, thy God, thy All ! " 
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, 
To taste thy love, be all my choice. 

GerJiard Tersteegen. Tr. by John Wesley. 

521 S. M. D. 

1 Come, ye that love the Lord, 

And let your joys be known ; 
.Join in a song with sweet a<.*cx)rd, 

While ye surround his throne. 
The sorrows of the mind 

Be banished from the place! 
Religion never was designed 

To make our pleasures less. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

Who never knew our God ; 
But servants of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 


The God that rules on high. 

That all the earth surveys, 
That rides upon the stormv sky, 

And cabns the roaring seas — 

3 This awful God is oure. 

Our Father and our Love ; 
He will send down his heavenly powers, 

To carry us above. 
There we shall see his face, 

And never, never sin ; 
There, from the rivers of his grace, 

Drink endless pleasures in. 

4 Yea, and before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of such amazing bliss 

Should constant joys create. 
The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below : 
Celestial fruit on earthly ground 

From faith and hope may grow. 

5 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets ; 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 

Or walk the golden streets. 
Then let our songs abound. 

And every tear be dry ; [ground 

We're marching through Immanuers 

To fairer worlds on high. 

Isaac Watts. 

522 c. M. 

1 O THOU, whose bounty fills my cup 
"With every blessing meet ! 
I give thee thanks for every drop — 
The bitter and the sweet. 
24 369 


C I praise thee for the desert road, 
And for the river-side ; 
For all thy goodness hath bestowed, 
And all thy grace denied. 

3 I thank thee for both smile and frown. 

And for the gain and loss ; 
I praise thee for the future crown, 
And for the present cross. 

4 I thank thee for the ^ving of love. 

Which stirred my worldly nest ; 
And for the stormy clouds which drove 
Me, trembling, to thy breast. 

5 I bless thee for the glad increase, 

And for the waning joy ; 
And for this strange, this settled peace. 
Which nothing can destroy. 

Jane Crewdson. 

523 c. M. 

1 O THOU, whose mercy guides my way, 

Though now it seems severe, 
Forbid my unbelief to say, 
There is no mercy here. 

2 O may I, Lord, desire the pain 

That comes in kindness down. 
Far more than sweetest earthly gain, 
Succeeded by a frown. 

3 Then though thou bend my spirit low, 

Love only shall I see ; 
The gracious hand that strikes the blow, 
Was wounded once for me. 

James Edmeston. 



524: a M. 

1 My soul, Tvith all thy wakened jwwers, 

Survey the heaveniy piize ; 
Nor let these glitt'riug tors of earth 
Allure thy Trand'ring eyes. 

2 The splendid croTvn ^vhich Moses sought 

Still beams around his brow ; 
Though soon great Pharaoh- s sceptred prido 
Was taught by death to bow. 

3 The joys and treasures of a day 

I cheerfully resign ; 
Rich in that large immortal store, 
Secured by grace diTine. 

4 Let fools my wiser choice deride, 

Angels and Grod approve ; 
Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell, 
My steadfast soul shall move. 

5 With ardent eye, that bright reward 

I daily will survey ; 
And in the blooming prospect lose 
The sorrows of the way. 

P/ii7zJ> Doddridge. 

o25 83, 7s. D. 

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing. 
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it, 
Mount of thv redeeming love I 


2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, 

Hither, by thy help, I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure. 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sougb-t me, -when a stranger, 

Wand 'ring from the fold of God : 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed his precious blood ! 

3 O ! to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let thy goodness, like a fetter. 

Bind my %Yand'ring heart to thee ! 
Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it, 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, O take and seal it ! 

Seal it for thy courts above. 

Robert Robitison. 

526 L. M. 

1 Beset with snares on every hand, 
In life's uncertain path I stand : 
Sa"\aour divine, diffuse thy light, 

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 

2 Engage this roving, treach'rous heart 
To fix on Mary's better part, 

To scorn the trifles of a day, 

For joys that none can take away. 

3 Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
Let tempests mingle earth and skies : 
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 

But all my treasures with me bear. 

4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh. 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee. 
To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 

Philip Doddridge. 


521 S. M. 

i The Lord my Shepherd is, 
I shall be well supplied ; 
Since he is mine and I am his, 
What can I want beside ? 

2 He leads me to the place 

Where heavenly pasture grows, 
Where lining waters genth" pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim, 
And guides me in his own right way, 
For Ms most holy name. 

4 While he affords his aid, 

I cannot yield to fear ; 
Though I should walk through death' 
dark shade, 
My Shepherd's witli me there. 

Isaac H'aits. 

o2S s. M. 

1 Teach me, my God and King, 

In all things thee to see ; 
And what I do, in anything. 
To do it as for thee,— 

2 To scorn the senses' sway, 

While still to thee I tend : 
In all I do be thou the way. 
In all be thou the encL 

3 All may of thee partake : 

Nothing so small can be. 
But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from thee. 


4 If done t' obej' thy laws, 

E'en servile labors sMue ; 
Hallowed is toil, 11' this the cause, 
The meanest work divine. 

5 Thee, then, my God and King, 

In all things may I see, 

And what I do, in any thing, 

May it be done for thee ! 

George Herbert. 

529 a M. 

1 Father, to thee my soul I lift; 

My soul on thee depends, 
Convinced that every jjerfect gift 
From thee alone descends. 

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, 

And power and wisdom too : 
"Without the Spirit of thy Son 
We nothing good can do. 

3 We cannot speak one useful word. 

One holy thought conceive. 

Unless, in answer to our Lord, 

Thyself the blessing give. 

4 His blood demands the purchased grace ; 

His blood's availing plea 
Obtained the help for all our race. 
And sends it down to me. 

5 Thou all our works in us hast wrought ; 

Our good is all divine ; 
The praise of every virtuous thought. 
And righteous word, is thine. 


6 From thee, through Jesus, we receive 
The power on thee to call, 
lu whom wo are, and move, and live ; 
Our God is all in all. 

Charles IVes/ey, 

530 6s. D. 

1 Thy way, not mine,0 Lord, 

However dark it be ! 
Lead me by thine own hand ; 

Choose thou my path for me. 
I dare not choose my lot ; 

I would not if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God, 

So shall I walk aright. 

2 The kingdom that I seek 

Is thine : so let the way 
That leads to it be thine, 

Else I must surely stray. 
Take thou my cup, and it 

With joy or sorrow fill. 
As best to thee may seem ; 

Choose thou my good and ill. 

3 Choose thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose thou my cares for me, 

;My ix)verty or wealth. 
Not mine, not mine the choice. 

In things or great or- small ; 
Be thou my guide, my strength. 

My wisdom, and my all. 

Horaiius Bonar, 



531 L. M. 

1 Deem not that they are blest alone 

Whose days a peaceful tenor keep ; 

Th' anointed Son of God makes known 

A blessing for the eyes that weep. 

2 The light of smiles shall fill again 

The lids that overflow with tears ; 
And weary hours of woe and pain 
Are promises of happier years. 

3 There is a day of sunny rest 

For every dark and troubled night ; 

And grief may bide an evening guest, 

But joy shall come with early light. 

4 Nor let the good man's trust depart, 

Though life its common gifts deny , 

Though with a pierced and broken heart, 

And spumed of men, he goes to die. 

5 For Grod has marked each sorromng day, 

And numbered every secret tear ; 
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay 
For all his children suffer here. 

Williatn Culleri Bryant. 

532 L. M. 

1 My God, my Father, while I stray 

Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
O teach me from my heart to say, 
•'Thy will be done, thy will be done !" 

2 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
For friends beloved no longer nigh ; 
Submissive still would I reply, 

"Thy will be done, thy will be done!" 


3 If tliou sliouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; 
I only yield tliee what was thine : 
"Thy will be done, thy will be done ! " 

4 If but my fainting heart be blest 
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to thee I leave the rest : 
"Thy will be done, thy will be done !'' 

5 Renew my will from day to day ; 
Blend it with thine, and take away 
Whate'er now makes it hard to say, 

' ' Thy will be done, thy will be done ! ' ' 

6 Then when on earth I breathe no more 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing, upon a happier shore, 

"Thy will be done, thy will be done !" 

Charlotte Elliott. 

533 s.M, 

1 Thou Refuge of my soul. 

On thee, when sorrows rise, 
On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To thee I tell my grief. 

For thou alone canst heal ; 
Thy word canst bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But O when doubts prevail, 

I fear to call thee mine ; 
The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all mr hopes decline. 


Yet, Lord, where shall I flee ? 

Thou art my only trUvSt ; 
Aud still my soul would cleave to thee. 

Though prostrate in the dust. 

Anne Steele. Alt. 

534 L. M. 

1 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee 
O burst these bonds, and set it free! 

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross. 
Nail my affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought, let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, ai-t clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray. 
Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
No foes, no violence, I fear. 

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near, 

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head, and cheer vay heart. 

b Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee : 
O let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill ! 

6 If rough and thorny be the way, 
My strength proportion to my day ; 
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, 
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. 

Count Zinzendorf. Tr. by John Wesley. 



535 73, 

1 'Tis my happiness below 

Not to live without the cross ; 
But the Saviour's power to know, 
Sanctifying ev'ry loss. 

2 Trials must, and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all. — 
This is happiness to me. 

Trials make the promise sweet ; 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Bring me to my Saviour's feet, 
Lay me low, and keep me there. 

IVillzam Cowpe? . 

536 c M. 

1 Whex waves of trouble round me swell, 

My soul is not dismayed ; 
I hear a voice I know full well : 
'"Tis I ; be not afraid. " 

2 When black the threat' ning skies appear, 

And storms my path invade, 
Those accents tranquilize each fear : 
'"Tis I ; be not afraid." 

3 There is a gulf that must be crossed, 

Saviour, be near to aid ; 
Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed : 
'"Tis I; be not afraid." 

4 There is a dark and fearful vale, 

Death hides within its shade ; 
O say, when flesh and heart shall fail : 
"'Tis I; be not afraid." 

Charlotts Elliott 



537 c. M. 

1 Ix trouble and in grief, O God, 

Thy smile hath cheered my way ; 
And joy hath budded from each thorn 
That round my footsteps lay. 

2 The hours of pain have yielded good 

Which prosperous days refused ; 
As herbs, though scentless when entire, 
Spread fragrance when they're bruised, 

3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs 

B}'^ furious blasts are driven ; 
So life's tempestuous storms the more 
Have fixed my heart in heaven, 

4 All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot 

In other times may be, 
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief 
That brings me near to thee. 

Author Unknoivn. 

^'^^ C. M. 

1 Whex musing sorrow weeps the past, 

Aud mourns the present pain, 
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, 
And feel that death is gain. 

2 'Tis not that murm'riiig thoughts arise. 

And dread a Father's will ; 
'Tis not that meek submission flies, 
And would not suffer still : 

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 

The path that leads to light, 
And longs her eagle plumes to raise, 
And lose hei-self in sight : 


4 It is that hope with ardor glows, 

To see him face to face, 
Whose dying love no language knows 
Sufficient art to trace. 

5 O let me wing mv hallowed flight 

From earth-bom woe and care, 
And soar above these clouds of night, 
My Saviour's bliss to share ! 

Gerard Thomas Noel. 

539 C. M. 

1 O THOU who driest the mourner's tear, 

How dark this world would be, 
If, when deceived and wounded here, 
Yv^e could not fly to thee ! 

2 The fiiends who in our sunshine live, 

"WTien winter comes are flown; 

And he who has but tears to give, 

;Must weep those tears alone. 

3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, 

Which, like the plants that throw 
Their fragrance from the wounded part. 
Breathes sweetness out of woe. 

4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 

And e'en the hope that threw 
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears 
Is dimmed and vanished too, — 

5 O, who could bear life's stormy doom. 

Did not thy wing of love 
Come brightly wafting through the gloom 
Our peace-branch from above ! 


6 Then sorrow, touched by thee ,gro"ws bright, 
With more than rapture's ray ; 
As darkness shows us worlds of light 
We never saw by day. 

Tkotnus Moore. 

540 8s, 7s, D. 

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave, and follow thee; 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken. 

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 
Perish, every fond ambition, 

All V\Q sought, or hoped, or known ; 
Yet how rich is my condition ! 

God and heaven are still my own. 

2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 

They have left my Saviour too : 
Human hearts and looks deceive me — 

Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 
And while thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ; 

Show thy face, and all is bright. 

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ; 

Come disaster, scorn, and pain ; 
In thy service pain is pleasure; 

With thy favor loss is gain. 
I have called thee, Abba, Father, 

I have set my heart on thee : 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather; 

All must work for good to me. 

4 Man may trouble and distress me ; 

. 'Twill but drive me to thy breast : 
Life with trials hard may press me, 
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 


O 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
While thy love is left to me ! 

O 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
Were that joy unmixed with thee! 

5 Sonl, then know thy full salvation ; 

Eise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
Joy to find in every station 

Something still to do or bear. 
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; 

Think what Father's smiles are thine; 
Think that Jesus died to vrin thee : 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 

6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; 
Heaven's eternal days before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; 
Hoi)e shall change to glad fruition. 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 

Henry Francis Lyte. 

541 L. M. 

1 I SHALL not want : in deserts wild 
Thou spread' St thy table for thy cliild; 
"While grace in streams for thirsting soiiis, 
Through earth and heaven forever rolls. 

2 I shall not want : my darkest night 
Thy loving smile shall fill with light ; 
While promises around me bloom, 
And cheer me with divine perfume. 



3 I shall not want : Thy righteousness 
My soul shall clothe with glorious dress: 
My blood-washed robe shall be more fair 
Than garments kings or angels wear. 

4 I shall not want : whate'er is good, 
Of daily bread or angels' food, 
Shall to my Father's child be sure, 
So long as earth and heaven endure. 

Charles Force Deeifzs, 

542 L. M. 

1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 

No, there's a cross for every one, 

And there's a cross for me. 

2 How happy are the saints above, 

"WTio once went sorrowing here! 
But now they taste unmingled love, 
And joy without a tear. 

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, 

Till death shall set me free ; 
And then go home my crown to wear, 
For there's a crown for me. 

Tho7nas Shepherd. Alt. 

543 L. M. 

1 ' ' Take up thy cross, ' ' the Saviour said, 

' ' If thou wouldst my disciple be ; 
Deny thyself, the world forsake, 
And humbly follow after me." 

2 Take up thy cross ; let not its weight 

Fill thy weak spirit with alarm ; 
His strength shall bear thy spirit up, 
And brace thy heart and nerve thine arm. 



3 Take up thy crc33, nor heed the shame; 

Nor let thy foolish pride rebel; 
Thy Lord for thee the cross endured, 
To save thy soul from death and hell. 

4 Take up thy cross, and follow ChrLst ; 

Nor think till death to lay it do-?rn ; 
For only he who bears the cross 

May hope to wear the glorious crown. 

Charles IVilliam Everest- 

54:4 c. M. 6 1. 

1 Father, I know that all my life 

Is portioned out for me ; 
The changes that will surely come, 

I do not fear to see : 
I ask thee for a present mind, 

Intent on pleasing thee. 

2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, 

Through constant watching wise, 
To meet the glad with joyful smiles 

And wipe the weeping eyes : 
A heart at leisure from itself, 

To soothe and sympathize. 

3 I would not have the restless will 

That hurries to and fro. 
Seeking for some great thing to do, 

Or secret thing to know : 
I would be treated as a child, 

And guided where I go. 

4 "Wherever in the world I am, 

In whatsoe'er estate, 
I have a fellowship with hearts, 
25 385 


To keep and cultivate : 
A work of lowly love to do 
For Him on whom I wait. 

5 I ask thee for the daily strength, 

To none that ask denied, 
A mind to blend with outward life, 

While keeping at thy side : 
Content to fill a little space. 

If thou be glorified. 

6 And if some things I do not ask 

Among my blessings be, 
I'd have my spirit filled the more 

With grateful love to thee : 
More careful, not to serve thee much, 

But please thee perfectly. 

Anna Laetitia Waring. 

54:5 c. M. 

1 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign will denies,. 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart. 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sure trust that thou art mine 

My life and death attend ; 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end, 

Anne Steele. 


546 lis. 

1 How firm a fonndation, ye saints of the 

Is laid for yonr faith in his excellent •word ! 
What more can he say than to yon he hath 

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? 

2 In every condition — in sickness, in health ; 
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
At home and abroad ; on the land, on the 

sea — 
"As thy days may demand, shall thy 
strength ever be. 

3 ' * Fear not ; I am with thee ; O be not 

dismayed ! 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 

thee to stand. 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

4 "When throngh the deep waters I call 
• thee to go, 

The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; 
For I wiU be with thee, thy troubles to 

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

'. "When throngh fiery trials thy pathway 

shall lie, ' [ply : 

^ly grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy sup- 

The flame shall not hurt thee — I only 

design [refine. 

Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to 



"E'en down to old age, all my people shall 

My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 

And when hoary hairs shall their tem- 
ples adorn, [be borne. 

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom 

"The soul that on Jesus still leans for 

I will not, I will not, desert to his foes ; 

That soul, though all hell should en- 
deavor to shake, 

I'll never, no, never, NO, nevee forsake." 

George Keith. 

547 s. M. 

1 Your harps, ye trembling saints, 

Down from the willows take ; 
Loud to the praise of love divine, 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 

"We are not far from home ; 
And nearer to our house above 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace vrill to the end 

Stronger and brighter shine ; 
Nor present things, nor things to come 
Shall quench the spark divine. 

4 "When we in darkness walk, 

Nor feel the h€a^'enly flame. 
Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 


5 Soon shall onr doubts and fears 

Subside at his control ; 
His loving-kindness shall break through 
The midnight of the soul. 

6 Blest is the man, O God, 

Who stays himself on thee ; 
Who wait for thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall thy salvation see. 

Augustus Montague Toflady. 

548 C. M. 

1 Author of good, we rest on thee ; 

Thine ever watchful eye 

Alone our real wants can see, 

Thy hand alone supply. 

2 In thine all-gi-acious providence 

Our cheerful hopes confide ; 
O let 'thy power be our defense, 
Thy love our footsteps guide. 

3 And since, by passion's force subdued, 

Too oft, with stubborn will. 

We blindly shun the latent good, 

And grasp the specious ill, — 

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, 

Let mercy still supply : 
The good we ask not. Father, grant ; 
The ill we a^sk, deny. 

James Merrick. 

549 c M. 

1 I WOESRIP thee, most gracious God, 
And all thy ways adore ; 
And every day I live, I long 
To love thee more and more. 


2 When duty's path and trials seem 

Like prison walls to be, 
I do the little I can do, 
And leave the rest to thee. 

3 He always wins who sides with God, 

To him no chance is lost ; 
God's ^vill is sweetest to him when 
It triumphs at his cost. 

4 111 that he blesses is our good, 

And unblest good is ill ; 
And all is right that seems most wrong. 
If it be his sweet viill. 

Frederick William Fader. 

550 C. M. 

1 Through all the changing scen«s of life, 
In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

2 Of his deliv' ranee I will boast, 

Till all that are distressed 
From my example comfort take, 
And charm their grieis to rest. 

3 O magnify the Lord with me. 

With me exalt his name : 
When in distress to him I called, 
He to my rescue came. 

4 The angel of the Lord encamps 

Around the good and just ; 
Deliv'rance he affords to all 
Who on his succor trust. 


5 O ! make but trial of his love, 

Experience will decide 
How blest they are, and only they, 
Who in his truth confide. 

6 Fear him, ye saints ; and you will then 

Hiive nothing else to fear : 
Make you his service your delight ; 
Your wants shall be his care. 

Tate and Brady. 

551 8s, 7s «fe 6s. 

1 A MIGHTY fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never-failing : 
Our helper he, amid the flood 

Of mortal ills prevailing. 
For still our ancient foe 
Doth seek to work us woe : 
His craft and power are great, 
And, armed with cruel hate, 

On earth is not his equal. 

2 Did we in our own strength confide, 

Our striving would be losing, 
Were not the right man on our side, 

The man of God's own choosing. 
Dost ask who that may be ? 
Christ Jesus, it is he ; 
Lord Sabaoth is his name, 
From age to age the same, 

And he must win the battle. 

3 And though this world, with devils filled, 

Should threaten to undo us ; 
We will not fear, for God hath willed 

His truth to triumpli through us. 
The Prince of darkneSs grim — 


"We tremble not for him ; 
His rage we can endure, 
For lo ! bis doom is sure, 

One little word shall fell him. 

4 That word above all earthly powers — 
No thanks to them — abideth ; 

The Spirit and the gifts are ours 
Through him who with us sideth. 

Let goods and kindred go, 

This mortal life also : 

The body they may kill ; 

God's truth abideth still, 
His kingdom is forever. 

Marti?i Luther. Tr. by Fj-ederzck H. Hedge. 

552 L. M. D. 

1 Away my unbelieving fear ! 

Fear shall in me no more have place : 
My Saviour doth not yet appear, 

He hides the brightness of his face ; 
But shall I therefore let him go, 

And basely to the tempter yield ? 
No, in the strength of Jesus, no ! 

I never will give up my shield. 

2 Although the vine its fruit deny. 

Although the olive yield no oil, 
The ^vith'^ing fig-tree droop and die, 

The field illude the tiller's toil, 
The empty stall no herd afford, 

And perish all the bleating race, 
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, 

The God of my salvation praise. 

Charles Wedey. 



553 s. M. 

1 How gentle God's commands ! 

How kind Ms prec8X)ts are ! 
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
And trust his constant care. 

2 Beneath his watchful eye 

His saints securely dwell ; 
That hand which bears all nature up 
Shall guard his children well. 

3 Why should this anxious load 

Press down your weary mind? 
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne. 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 

Unchanged from day to day : 
I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
And bear a song away. 

Philip Doddridge. 

554 s. M. B. 

1 Commit thou all thy griefs 

And ways into Plis hands, 
To His sure trust and tender care. 

Who earth and heaven commands : 
Who points the clouds their course, 

Whom winds and seas obey, 
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, 

He shall prepare thy way. 

2 Thou on the Lord rely. 

So safe shalt thou go on : 
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye, 
So shall thy work be done. 


No profit canst thou gain 

Bj self-consuming care ; 
To him commend thy cause, his ear 

Attends the softest prayer. 

Thine everlasting truth, 

Father, thy ceaseless love, 
Sees all thy children's wants, and know^ 

What best for each will prove ; 
And whatsoe'er thou will'st, 

Thou dost, King of kings ! 
What's thine unerring wisdom's choice. 

Thy power to being brings ! 

Thou everywhere hast sway, 

And all things serve thy might ; 
Thine eveiy act pure blessing is, 

Thy path unsullied light. 
When thou arisest, Lord, 

What shall thy work withstand? 
When all thy children want, thou giv'st ; 

Who, who shall stay thy hand? 

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. hy John IVesley. 

555 s. M. D. 

1 Away ! my needless fears^ 
And doubts no longer mine ; 
A ray of heavenly light appears, 

A messenger di\dne : 
Thrice comfortable hope, 

That calms my troubled breast ; 
My Father's hand prepares the cup, 
And what he wills is best. 


If what I -wish is good, 

And suits the will Di%'ine, 
By earth and hell in vain withstood, 

I know it shall be mine. 
Here then I doubt no more, 

But in his pleasure rest, 
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power. 

Engage to make me blest. 

Charles IVesley. 

556 s. M. D. 

1 Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope, and be undismayed : 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ; 

God shall lift up thy head : 
Through waves, and clouds, and storms. 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou his time, so shall this night 

Soon end in joyoua day. 

2 Still heavy is thy heart? 

Still sink thy spirits down ? 
Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 

And every care be gone. 
What though thou rulest not. 

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell 
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 

And ruleth all things well. 

Leave to his sovereign sway 
To choose and to command ; 

So shalt thou, wond'ring, OAvn, his way 
How wise, how strong his hand ! 


Far, far above thy thought 

His connsel shall appear, 
When fully he the work hath wrought 

That caused thy needless fear. 

4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, 
Our hearts are kno^vn to thee ; 
O lift thou up the sinking hand, 

Confirm the feeble knee ! 
Let us in life, in death, 

Thy steadfast truth declare ; 
And publish, with our latest breath, 
Thy love and guardian care. 

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by John Wesley. 

55^ 12s, lis. 

1 While thou, O my God, art my Help 

and Defender, 
No cares can o'erwhelm me, no terrors 
appall ; 
The wiles and the snares of this world 
will but render 
More lively my hope in my God and 
my all. 

2 Yes, thou art my refuge in soitow and 

My strength when I suffer, my hope 
when I fall, 
My comfort and joy in this land of the 
My treasure, my glory, my God and 
my all. 

3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn v.'ithout 

ceasing, [befall, 

Though grief may oppress me, or sorrow 


And love thee till death, my blest spirit 
Secnres to me Jesus, my God and my 

4 And Tvhen thon demandest the life thon 
hast given, 
With j OT will I answer thy merciful call ; 
And quit thee on earth but to hnd thee in 
Mv portion forever, mv God, and my 

William Young. 

^O^ 7s. 

i Day by day the manna fell : 
O to learn this lesson well ! 
Still by constant mercy fed. 
Give me, Lord, my daily bread. 

2 "Day by day,'' the promise reads, 
Daily strength for daily needs : 
Cast foreboding fears away ; 
Take the manna of to-day. 

3 Lord ! my times are in thy hand ; 
All my sanguine hopes have planned, 
To thy wisdom I resign, 

And would make thy purpose mine. 

4 Thou my daily task shalt give : 
Day by day to thee I live ; 

So shall added years fuliili. 
Not my own, my Father's will. 

Jcsiak Conder. 



559 L. M. 

1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 

Out from tlie land of bondage came, 

Their father's God before them moved, 

An awful guide in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along th' astonished lands 

The cloudy pillar glided slow ; 
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Keturned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

When brightly shines the prosp'rous day. 
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray ! 

<i And O, when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be thou long-sufiering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light ! 

Sir n^alter Scott. 

560 L. M. 

1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will ! 
Tumultuous passions, all be still ! 
Nor let a murm'ring thought arise ; 
His ways are just, his counsels wise. 

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells. 
Performs his work, the cause conceals ; 
But though his methods are unknown. 
Judgment and truth support his throne. 

3 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, 
Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
And, midst the terrors of his rod. 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 

Benjamin Beddome. 


561 los, lis. 

1 Though troubles assail, And dangers 

Though friends should all fail, And foes 

all unite, 
Yet one thing secures us, Whatever 

The promise assures us, The Lord will 


2 The birds, without bam Or store-house, 

are fed ; 
From them let us learn To trust for our 

bread : 
His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be 

So long as 'tis written, The Lord will 


3 We all may, like ships, By tempest be 

On perilous deei>ff, But need not be lost ; 
Though Satan enrages The wind and the 

Yet Scripture engages, The Lord will 


4 His call we obey. Like Abrah'm of old : 
We know- not the way. But faith makes 

us bold ; 
For though we are strangers, We have a 

sure guide, 
And trust in all dangers. The Lord will 



5 No strength of our own, Nor goodness we 

Oar trust is all thrown On Jesus's name ; 
In this our strong tower For safety we 

hide ; 
The Lord is our power, The Lord will 


6 V/hen life sinks apace, And death is in 

The word of his grace Shall comfort us 

through ; 
Not i'earing or doubting, With Christ on 

our side, 
"We hope to die shouting. The Lord will 


John Neiuton. 

b^'^ C. P. M. 

1 My sole possession is thy love, 

O Lord ; in earth or heaven above, 

I have no other store ; 
And though with fervent suit I pray, 
And importune thee night and day, 

I ask for nothing more. 

2 Adieu ! ye vain delights of earth , 
Insipid sports and sinful mirth, 

I taste no sweets in you ; 
Unknown delights are in the cross, 
All joy beside to me is dross, 

"Wnile Jesus I pursue. 

3 If by thy will, where'er I stray. 
Sorrow attend me all my way, 

A never-failing friend ; 


And if my sufferings may augment 
Thy praise, behold me well content, 
Let sorrow still attend. 

Thy choice and mine shall he the same, 
Inspirer of that holy flame, 

Which love doth sweetly raise '. 
To take the cross and follow thee. 
Where love and duty lead, shall be 

My portion and my praise. 

Mada*>ie Guyon. Tr. by William Cowper. 

563 c. P. M. 

1 O Lord I how happy should we be, 
If we could leave our cares to thee, 

If we from self could rest ; 
And feel at heart that one above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best 

2 For when we kneel and cast our care 
Upon our God in humble prayer, 

With strengthened souls we rise, 
Sure that our Father who is nigh, 
To hear the ravens when they cry. 

Will hear his children's cries. 

3 O may these anxious hearts of ours 
The lesson learn from birds and flowers, 

And learn from self to cease. 
Leave all things to our Father's will, 
And in his mercy trusting still. 

Find in each trial peace ! 

Joseph Aiisiice. 

26 401 

564 C. M. 

1 My span of life will soon be done, 

The passing moments say ; 
As length 'ning shadows o'er the mead 
Proclaim the close of day. 

2 O that my heart might dwell aloof 

From all created things, 
And learn that wisdom from above 
Whence true contentment springs ! 

3 Courage, my soul ! thy bitter cross, 

In every trial here, 
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, 
But shall not enter there. 

4 The sighing ones that humbly seek 

In sorrowing paths below, 
Shall in eternity rejoice. 

Where endless comforts flow. 

5 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er 

Of sublunary care. 
And life's dull vanities no more 
This anxious breast ensnare. 

6 Courage, my soul, on God rely, 

Deli v' ranee soon will come : 
A thousand ways has Providence 
To bring believers home. 

Frances Maria Cowper, 

^^^ C. M. 

1 Why thus impatient to be gone? 
Such wishes breathe no more ; 
Let him who locked thy spirit in, 
When meet, unbolt the door. 


^ Why wouldst thou snatch the victor's palm 
Before the conquest's -won? 
Or wish to seize th' immortal prize. 
Ere yet the race is run ? 

3 Inglorious -wish, to haste away, 

And leave thy work undone ! — 

To serve thy Lord will please no less 

Than praising round the throne. 

4 While thou art standing in the field, 

For bliss thou 'It riper grow : 
Then wait thy Lord's appointed time, 
Till he shall bid thee go. 

Alexander Cruden. 

566 c. M. 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A foU'wer of the Lamb, 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought t<^ win the piize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face? 

Must I not stem the flood? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord : 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 


5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
By faith they bring it nigh. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thy armies shine, 
In robes of yict'ry, through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 

Isaac Watts. 

^m 7s. 

1 Prince of peace, control my will : 
Bid this struggling heart be still; 
Bid my fears and doubting" cease, 
Eush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, 
Opened wide the gate to God : 
Peace I ask — but peace must be, 
Lord, in being one with thee. 

3 May thy will, not mine, be done ; 
May thy will and mine be one : 
Chase these doubtings from my heart ; 
Now thy perfect peace impart, 

4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall ; 
Thou my Life, my God, my All ! 
Let thy happy servant be 

One for evermore with thee ! 

Mary A. S. Barber. 

568 L. M. 

1 Thou Lamb of God, thou Pnnce of peace! 
For thee my thirsty soul doth pine : 
My longing heart implores thy grace ; 
b make me in thy likeness shine. 


2 "When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, 

With lamb -like patience arm my breast; 
"When grief my wounded soul assails, 
In lowly meekness may I rest. 

3 Close by thy side still may I keep, 

Howe'er life's various current flow; 
With steadfast eye mark every step, 
And follow thee where'er thon go. 

4 Thon, Lord, the dreadful flght hast won ; 

Alone thou hast the -\vine-press trod : 

In me thy strength' ning grace be shown ; 

O may I conquer through thy blood ! 

5 So, when on Sion thou shalt stand, 

And all heaven's host adore their King, 
Shall I be found at thy right hand. 
And, free from pain, thy glories sing. 

Christian Frederic Richter. Tr. by John Wesley. 

569 L. ii. 

1 My hope, my all. my Savionr thon. 
To thee. lo. now my soul I bow : 

I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, 
I find thee, Savionr , in my heart. 

2 Be thon my strength, be thon my way ; 
Protect ms through my life's short day 
In all my acts may wisdom guide. 
And keep me, SaA'iour, near thy side. 

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ; 
As I have need, my Sa^-ionr be ; 
And if I would from thee depart, 
Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 



4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
Save me from sin and Satan's power r 
Tear every idol from thy throne, 
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 

5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er, 
Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; 
My ransomed soul shall soar away, 
To sing thy praise in endless day. 

Author Unknown. 

570 c. M. 

1 Amaztmq grace ! (how sweet the sound !) 

That saved a wretch like me ! 
I once was lost but now I'm found. 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

And grace my fears relieved ; 
How precious did that grace appear. 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 

4 The Lord has promised good to me ; 

His word my hope secures : 
He will my shield and portion be 
As long as life endures. 

5 Yea, when this flesh and heart shall iail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess, within the veil, 
A life of joy and peace. 

John Newton. 

571 C. M. 

1 When I can read my title clear 

To mansions in the skies, 
I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 ShoHld earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurled, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, ccme, 

Let storms of sorrow fall ; 
So I but safely reach my home. 
My God, my heaven, my all. 

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest. 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

Isaac Watts. 

SI'S S. M. D. 

1 Soldiers of Christ, aiise ! 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 

Through his eternal Son : 
Strong in ihe Lord of hosts, 

And in his might}^ power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 

Is more than conqueror. 

2 Stand, then, in his great might, 

With all his strength endued ; 
But take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God : 



That, having all things done, 

And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 

And stand entire at last. 

3 From strength to strength go on, 

Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; 
Tread all the powers of darkness down, 

And win the well-fought day : 
Still let the Spirit cry, 

In all his soldiers, ''Come," 
Till Christ the Lord descend from highi, 

And take the conqu'rors home. 

Charles fVesley. 

573 S. M. D. 

1 Awake, and sing the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Tnne every heart and every tongue 

To praise the Saviour's name : 
Sing of his dying love ; 

Sing of his rising power ; 
Sing how he intercedes above 

For those whose sins he bore. 

2 Tell, in seraphic strains. 

What he has done for you ; 
How he has taken off your chains, 

And formed your hearts anew : 
His faithfulness proclaim 

While life to you is given ; 
Join hands and hearts to praise his name, 

Till we all meet in heaven. 

WiUiatn Hammond. 



574 6s, OS. D. 

1 FoEWASD ! be our ^vatch-'word, 

Steps and voices joiued ; 
Seek the things before ns, 

Not a look behind : 
Bums the fiery pillar 

At our army's head ; 
Who shall dream of shrinking, 

By our Captain led? 
Forward through the desert, 

Through the toil and fight: 
Jordan flows before us, 

Zion beams with light! 

2 Far o'er yon horizon 

Rise the citv' towers, 
"Where our G-od abideth ; 

That fair home is ours : 
Flash the streets with jasper, 

Shine the gates with gold ; 
Flows the gladdening river, 

Shed ling joys untold ; 
Onward, Christians, onward. 

In the Spirit's might : 
Pilgrims to your country, 

Forward into light ! 

Henry A'fcrrd. 

575 63, 5s. D. 

1 OxwAED, Christian soldiers ! 
Marching as to war. 
With the cross of Jesus 

Going on before ■" 
Christ, the royal blaster, 
Leads against the foe ; 


Forward into battle, 
See, his banners go! 

Onward, Christian soldiers! 

Marching as to war. 
With the cross of Jesus 
Going on before. 

2 Crowns and tlirones may perish, 

Kingdoms rise and wane. 
But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain: 
Gates of hell can never 

'Gainst that Church prevail; 
We have Christ's own promise, 

And that cannot fail. 

Onward, Christian soldiers, &e. 

3 Onward, then, ye people! 

Join our happy throng. 
Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song; 
Glory, laud, and honor 

Unto Christ the King, 
This through countless ages 

Men and angels sing. 

Onward, Christian soldiers, &c, 

Sabine Baring-Gould. 

^1^ C. p. M. 

1 Come on, my partners in distress, 
My comrades through the wilderness, 

Who still your bodies feel ; 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look bevo'nd this vale of tears 
To that celestial hill, 


Beyond the bounds of time and space 
Look forward to that heavenly place, 

The saints' secure abode : 
On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 "Who suffer with our Master here, 
We shall before his face appear, 

And by his side sit down : 
To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
And all that to the end endure 

The cross, shall wear the crown. 

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up, 

It brings to Kfe the dead : 
Our conHicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last, 
Triumphant with our Head. 

6 That great mysterious Deity 
"vVe soon with open face shall see : 

The beatific sight 
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise^ 
And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
Of everlasting light. 

6 The Father, shining on his throne, 
The glorious co-eternal Son, 
The Spirit, one and seven, 
Conspire our rapture to complete ; 
And lo ! we fall before his feet, 
And silence heightens heaven. 


In hope of that ecstatic pause, 
Jesus, we now sustain the cross, 

And at thy footstool fall ; 
Till thou our hidden life reveal, 
Till thou our ravished spirits hll, 

And God be all in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

S'TT c. M. 

1 Which of the petty kings of earth 

Can boast a guard like ours. 
Encircled from our second birth 
With all the heavenly powers ? 

2 Angels, where'er we go, attend 

Our steps, whate'er betide, 
With watchful care their charge defend, 
And evil turn aside. 

3 Their instrumental aid, unknovni. 

They day and night supply ; 
And, free from fear, we lay us down, 
Though Satan's host be nigh. 

4 And when our spirits we resign. 

On outstretched wings they bear, 
And lodge us in the arms divine, 
And leave us ever there. 

Charles Wesley. 

^''i^ S. M. 

1 My soul, be on thy guard ; 
Ten thousand foes arise : 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 


2 O watch, and fight, and pray ; 

The battle ne'er give O'cr ; 
Eenew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the \-ict'ry won, 

Nor lay thine armor down: 
The work of faith will not be done, 
Till thou obtain the cro^ni. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy Grod ; 
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. 

George Heath. 

579 s. M. 

1"I THE good fight have fought," 

when shall I declare ! 
The victory by my Saviour got 

1 long with Paul to share. 

2 O may I triumph so, 

When all my warfare's past ; 
And, dying, find my latest foe 
Under my feet at last I 

3 This bles.sed word be mine, 

Just as the port is gained, 
"Kept by the power of grace divine, 
I have the faith maintained. " 

4 Th' apostles of my Lord, 

To whom it first was given, 
They could not speak a greater word, 
Nor all the saints in heaven. 

Charles IVetlcy. 

580 7s, 6s. D. 

1 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
Lift Mgh his royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss : 
From vict'ry unto vict'ry 

His army he shall lead, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 

And Christ is Lord indeed. 

2 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

Stand in his strength alone ; 
The arm of flesh will fail you ; 

Ye dare not trust your own : 
Put on the gospel armor, 

And, watching unto prayer, 
"Where duty calls or danger, 

Be never wanting there. 

3 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 

The strife will not be long ; 
This day the noise of battle. 

The next the victor's song : 
To him that overcometh, 

A crown of life shall be ; 
He with the King of glory 

Shall reign eternally. 

George Ditffleld, Jv 

581 8s, Ts & 4. 

1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace j 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 


Triumph in redeeming grace : 

refresh ns, 
Trav'ling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 

For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound : 

ISTay thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given 

Us from earth to call away, 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to obey. 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 
John Fawceit. 




5S2 C. M. D. 

1 Come, let us joia our friends above, 

That have obtained the pri2«, 
And on the eagle wings of love 

To joys celestial rise : 
Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 

With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King, 

In earth and heaven, are one, 

2 One family we dwell in him, 

One Church above, beneath, 
Though now divided by the stream, 

The narrow stream, of death : 
One army of the living God, 

To his command we bow ; 
Part of his host have crossed the flood^ 

And part are crossing now. 

3 Ten thousand to their endless home 

This solemn moment fly ; 
And we are to the margin come. 

And we expect to die : 
E'en now by faith we join our hands 

With those that went before ; 
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands 

On the eternal shore. 

Charles Wesley. 



583 c. M. 

1 O God, onr help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come. 
Our shelter from the stonnv blast, 
And our eternal home ! 

2 Under the shadow of thy throne, 

Still may we dwell secure : 
Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
And our defense is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everiasting thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 A thousand ages, in thy sight. 

Are like an evening gone ; 
Short as the watch that ends the night 
Before the rising sun. 

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fiy, forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the op'ning day. 

6 O God, our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come, 
Be thou our guard while life shall last, 
And our perpetual home ! 

haac Waits. 

584 c. M. 

1 Teach me the measure of my days, 
Thou Maker of my frame : ' 
I would survey life's narrow space, 

And learn how frail I am. 
27 417 


2 A span is all that we can boast, 

An inch or two of time ; 
Man is but vanity and dust, 
In all his flower and prime. 

3 What should I wish, or wait for, then. 

From creatures, earth, and dust ? 
They make our expectations vain, 
And disappoint our trust. 

4 Now I forbid my carnal hope, 

My fond desires recall ; 
I give my mortal interest up. 
And make my God my all, 

Isaac Watts. 

^^^ C. M. 

1 Thee we adore, eternal Name ! 

And humbly own to thee 
How feeble is our mortal frame, 
What dying worms we be ! 

2 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The T)reath that first it gave : 

Whate'er we do, where'er we be. 

We're traveling to the grave. 

3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground 

To push us to the tomb ; 
And fierce diseases wait around 
To hurry mortals home. 

4 Great God ! on what a slender thread 

Rang everlasting things ! 
Th' eternal states of all the dead 
Upon life's feeble strings ! 


5 Infinite joy, or endless Troe, 
Attends on every breath ; 
And yet how unconcerned we go 
Ul)on the brink of death ! 

f5 "Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense. 
To walk this dangerous road ; 
And if our souls be hurried hence. 
May they be found with God ! 

Isaac IVai 

586 c. M. 

1 Death rides on ever\^ passing breeze, 

And lurks in every fiower ; 
Each season has its own disease, 
Its peril every hour ! 

2 Our eyes hare seen the rosy light 

Of youth's soft cheek decay. 
And fate descend in sudden night 
On manhood's middle day. 

3 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 

Halt feebly to the tomb ; 
And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 
And dreams of days to come? 

4 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know : 

Where'er thy foot can tread. 
The earth rings hollow from below, 
And warns thee of her dead ! 

5 Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply 

To truths divinely given : 
The forms which underneath thee lie 
Shall live for hell or heaven ! 

Reginald Hebcr, 



581 c. M. 

1 Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound 
Mine ears, attend the cry : 
" Ye living men, come view tlie ground 
Where you must shortly lie. 

2'* Princes, this clay must be your bed, 
In spite of all your towers ; 
The tall, the wise, the reverend head, 
Must lie as low as ours. ' ' 

3 Great God ! is this onr certain doom? 

And are we still secure? 
Still walking downward to the tomb. 
And yet prepared no more ! 

4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace, 

To fit our souls to fly ; 
Then, when we drop this dying flesh, 
"We'll rise above the sky. 

Isaac Watts. 

588 s. M. 

1 O WHERE shall rest be found, 

Eest for the weary soul ? 
'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh : 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor aU of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
And all that life is love. 


4 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
O I what eternal horrors hang 
Around ''the second death!" 

5 Lord God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun, 
Lest we be banished ironi thj- face, 
And evermore undone. 

6 Here would we end our quest : 

Alone are found in thee 
The life of perfect lore, the rest 
Of immortalirj. 

Jatnes Montgcmery. 

589 s. M. 

1 AxD am I bom to die ? 

To lay this body down ? 
And must my trembling spirit fly 
Into a world unknown ? — 

2 A land of deepest shade. 

Unpierced by human thought ; 
The dreary regions of the dead. 
Where all things are forgot I 

3 Soon as from earth I go, 

What will become of me? 
Eternal happiness or woe 
;Must then my portion be ! 

4 Waked by the tnimpet's sound, 

I from my grave shal 1 rise ; 
And see the Judge with glory crowned, 
And see the flaming skies ! 


5 How shall I leaye my tomb, 

With triumph, or regret? 
A fearful or a joyful doom. 
A curse or blessing meet? 

6 Will angel bands convey 

Their brother to the bar ? 
Or devils drag my soul away 
To meet its sentence there ? 

7 Who can resolve the doubt 

That tears my anxious breast? 
Shall I be with the damned cast out, 
Or numbered with tlie blest ? 

8 I must from God be driven, 

Or with my Saviour dwell ; 
Must come at his command to heaven, 
Or else — depart to hell. 

Charles Wesley. 

590 L. M. 

1 He comes ! he comes ! the Judge severe! 
The seventh trumpet speaks him near ; 
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll ; 
How welcome to the faithful soul! 

2 From heaven angelic voices sound : 
See the almighty Jesus crowned ! 
Girt with omnipotence and grace. 
And glory decks the Saviour's face. 

3 Descending on his azure throne. 

He claims the kingdoms for his own : 
The kingdoms all obey his word, 
And hail him their triumphant Lord \ 


4 Shout, all the people of the skv, 
And all the saints of the Most High : 
Our Lord, who now his right obtains, 
Forever and forever reigns. 

Charles Wesley. 

591 L. M. 

1 The day of wrath, that dreadful day. 
When heaven and earth shall pass awar ! 
What power shall be the sinner's stay? 
How shall he meet that dreadful day — 

2 "^Tien, shriv'ling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll ; 
And louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? 

3 O on that day, that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay ! 
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away : 

Sir Walter Sccit. 

592 c. P. M. 

i Lo! on a narrow neck of laud, 

'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 

Secure, insensible : 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to that heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in heii. 

2 O God, mine inmost soul convert. 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress : 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And tremble on the brink of fate, 
And wake to righteousness ! 


3 Before me place in dread array 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds shait come 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, 

To meet a joyful doom? 

4 Be this my one great business here, 
With serious industry and fear 

Eternal bliss t' insure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, 
And suffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 

5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above. 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full supreme delight. 

And everlasting love. 

Charles Wesley. 

593 c. P. M. 

1 And am I only born to die? 
And must I suddenly comply 

With nature's stern decree? 
What after death for me remains? 
Celestial joys, or hellish pains, 

To all eternity ! 

2 How then ought I on earth to Kve, 
While God prolongs the kind reprieve, 

And props the house of clay : 
My sole concern, my single care, 
To watch, and tremble, and prepare 

Against that fatal day ! 


3 Xo room for mirth or trifling here, 
For worldly hope, or worldly fear, 

If life so soon is gone ; 
If now the Judge is at the door, 
And all mankind must stand before 

Th' inexorable throne ! 

4 Nothing is worth a thought beneath. 
But how I may escape the death 

That never, never dies I 
How make mine own election sure ; 
^iJid when I fail on earth, secure 

A mansion in the skies. 

5 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray ; 

Be thou my guide, be thou my way, 

To glorious happiness ! 
Ah! write the pardon on my heart! 
And whensoe'er I hence depart, 

Let me depart in peace ! 

Charles Wesley. 

594 c. p. M. 

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 
To take thy ransomed people home, [come 

Shall I among them stand ? 
ShaU such a worthless worm as I, 
"Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand? 

2 I love to meet thy people now, 
Before thy feet with them to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But, can I bear the piercing thought, 
V/hat if my name should be left out. 

When thou for them shalt call ? 


3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace ; 
Be thon my only hiding-place, 

In this th' accepted day ; 
Thy pardoning voice let me hea-r, ^ 
To still my unbelieving fear, 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Among thy saints let me be found, 
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall 

To see thy smiling face ; [sound, 

Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace. 

Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. 

595 7s. 6 1. 

1 Day of v^rath, O dreadful day ! 
When this world shall pass away, 
And the heavens together roll, 
Shriv'ling like a parched scroll, 
Long foretold by saint and sage, 
David's harp, and sibyl's page. 

2 Day of terror, day of doom, 
When the Judge at last shall come ! 
Through the deep and silent gloom, 
Shrouding every human tomb, 
Shall the archangel's trumpet tone 
Summon all before the throne. 

3 Then the writing shall be read, 
Which shall judge the quick and dead ; 
Then the Lord of all our race 

Shall appoint to each his place ; 
Every wrong shall be set right. 
Every secret brought to light. 


4 O just Judge, to whom belongs 
Vengeance lor all earthly wrongs, 
Grant ibrgis-enes-s, Lord, at last. 
Ere the dread account be past : 

Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame I 
Spare me for thine own great name. 

5 Thou, who bad'st the sinner cease 
From her tears and go in peace, — 
Thou, who to the dying thief 
Spakest pardon and relief, — 
Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, 
E'en to me, the hope of heaven. 

Tkontas of Celano. Tr. hy Arthur Penrhyn Stanley. 

596 c. M. 

1 And must I be to judgment brought, 

And answer in that day 
For every vain and idle thought 
And every word I say ? 

2 Yes, every secret of my heart 

Shall shortly be made known, 
And I receive my just desert 
For all that I have done. 

3 How careful, then, ought I to live ! 

With what religious fear ! 
Y>^ho such a strict account must givc 
For my behavior here ! 

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead. 

The watchful power bestow ; 
So shall I to my ways take heed, 
To all I speak or do. 


5 If now thou standest at the door, 
O, let me feel thee near ! 
And make my peace with God, before 
I at thy bar appear. 

Charles Wesley, 

597 c. M. 

1 That awful day Avill surely come, 

Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Jesus, thou Source of all my joys. 

Thou Euler of my heart, 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the word, ' ' Depart ! ' ' 

3 What ! to be banished from my Lord, 

And yet forbid to die ! 

To linger in eternal pain, 

And death forever Hy ! 

4 O wretched state of deep despair. 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love ! 

Isaac Watts. 

598 L. M. 

1 The saints who die of Christ possessed 
Enter into immediate rest ; 

For them no further test remains 
Of purging fires and tort'ring pains. 

2 WTio trusting in their Lord depart, 
Cleansed from all sin and pure in heart, 
The bliss unmixed, the glorious prize, 
They find with Christ in ]paradise. 



3 Close folloTred by their ^s-orks they go. 
Their Master's purchased joy to kno^ ; 
Their works enhance the bliss prepared, 
And each hath its distinct reward. 

4 Yet glorified by grace alone, 

They cast their crowns before the throne, 
And fill the ech'ing courts above 
With praises of redeeming love. 

Charles Wesley. 

599 L. M. 

1 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus I O how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ! 
"With holy confidence to sing, 

That death hath lost his venomefl sting. 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest. 
Whose waking is supremely blest ! 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be : 
But thine is still a blessed sleep. 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

Margaret Mackay. 

600 L. M 

1 Shrinking from the cold hand of death, 
I soon shall gather up my feet; 
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, 
And die — my father's God to meet. 


2 Numbered among thy people, I 

Exjiect with joy thy face to see : 
Because thou didst for sinners die, 
Jesus, in death remember me ! 

3 O that without a ling' ring groan 

I may the welcome word receive ! 
^I}^ body with my charge lay down, 
And cease at once to work and live! 

4 Walk with ir '^ ' hrough the dreadful shade, 

And, certi i that thou art mine, 
My spirit - m and undismayed, 
I shall in thy hands resign. 

5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom. 

Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers ; 
My light, my life, my God is come, 
And glory ia his face appears! 

Charles Wesley. 

601 L. M. 

1 Why should we start and fear to die ? 

What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! 
Death is the gate to endless joy. 
And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away ; 
And we shrink back again to life. 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 O, if my Lord would come and meet. 

My soul would stretch her wings in haste, 
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the ten-ors as she passed ! 


4 Jesns can make a dying-bed 

Feel soft as downy pillows are. 
While on his breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there 

Isaac Watts. 

603 L. M. 

i Hov/ blest the righteons when he dies ! 
When sinks a weary fonl to rest, 
How mildly beam the closing eyes ! 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a snmmer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 

Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
" How blest the righteous when he dies ! ' ' 

An7ia Laetitia Barbauld. 

003 a M. D. 

1 A FEW more years shall roll, 

A few more seasons come; 
And we shall be with those that rest. 

Asleep within the tomb. 
A few more storms shall beat 

On this wild, rocky shore ; 
And we shall be where tempests ceat^e, 

And surges swell no more. 

2 A few more struggles here, 

A few more partings o'er, 
A few more toils, a few more tears, 
And we shall weep no more. 


Then, O my Lord, prepare 
Mj soul for that blest day ; 

O wash me in thy precious blood, 
And take my sins away ! 

Horatius Bonay. 

604 s. M. 

1 O THOU that wouldst not have 

One wretched sinner die ; 
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save 

From endless misery ! 
Show me the way to shun 

Thy dreadful wrath severe ; 
That, when thou comest on thy throne, 

I may with joy appear ! 

2 Thou art thyself the way, 

Thyself in me reveal ; 
So shall I spend my life's short day 

Obedient to thy will : 
So shall J love my God, 

Because he first loved me ; 
And praise thee in thy bright abode 

To all eternity. 

Charles lVesliy> 

605 6s, Irregular. 

1 OXE sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er : 
I'm nearer my home to-day 
Thau I ever have been before ; 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 

Where the many mansions be ; 
Nearer the great white throne. 
Nearer the crystal sea ; 


3 Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving the cross, 
Nearer gaining the crown. 

4 But the waves of that silent sea, 

EoU dark before my sight, 
That brightly the other side 
Break on a shore of light. 

5 O, if my mortal feet 

Have almost gained the brink, 
If it be I am nearer home 
Even to-day than I think,— 

6 Father ! perfect my trust, 

Let my spirit feel in death 
That her feet are firmly set 
On the Eock of a living faith. 

Phoebe Cary. 

006 C. M. 

1 THRorGH sorrow's night and danger's 

Amid the deep'ning gloom, 
"We, foll'wers of our sufTring Lord, 
Are marching to the tomb. 

2 Yet not thus hopeless, in the grave, 

The vital spark shall lie : 
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
To seek its kindred sky. 

3 These ashes, too, this little dust, 

Our Father's care shall keep, 
Till the archangel's trump shall break 
The long and drearv sleep. 
28 433 


4 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 
Shall shed its mildest rays, 
And the long-sileut voice awake 
With shouts of endless praise. 

Henry Kirke White. 

607 6s. D. 

1 Go to thy rest, fair child ! 

Go to thy dreamless bed, 
Gentle, and meek, and mild, 

With blessings on thy head : 
Fresh roses in thy hand, 

Buds on thy pillow laid, 
Haste from this blighting land, 

Where flow'rs so quickly fade. 

2 Before thy heart could learn 

In vray wardness to stray ; 
Before thy feet could turn 

The dark and downward way ; 
Ere sin could wound thy breast, 

Or sorrow wake the tear ; 
Rise to thy home of rest, 

In yon celestial sphere ! 

3 Because thy smile was fair, 

Thy lip and eye so bright, 
Because thy cradle-care 

Was such a fond delight ; 
Shall love, with weak embrace, • 

Thy heavenward flight detain ? 
No, angel ! seek thy place 

Amid yon cherub train. 

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigczirney. 



608 c. M. 

1 Thy life I read, my gracious Lord, 

With transport all divine ; 
Thine image trace in every word, 
Thy love in everv* line. 

2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 

Spread o'er thy lovely face. 
While infants in thy tender arms 
Receive the smiling grace. 

3'* I take these little lambs,'* said he, 
"And lay them in my breast ; 
Protection they shall find in me, 
In me be ever blest. 

4 "Death may the bands of life unloose, 
But can't dissolve my love : 
Millions of infant souls compose 
The family above." 

Samuel Stenneti. 

609 c. Ji. 

1 When- blooming youth is snatched away 

By death's resistless hand. 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 
Which pity must demand. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

O may this truth, impressed 
With awful power— I too must die- 
Sink deep in every breast ! 

3 Let this vain world delude no more : 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us seize the present hour. 
To-morrow death mav come. 


4 The voice of this alarming scene 
Let every heart obey ; 
Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

Anne Steele. 

610 c. M. 

1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour : 

How soon the vapor flies ! 
Man is a tender, transient flower, 
That e'en in blooming dies. 

2 Death spreads his with 'ring, wintry arms. 

And beauty smiles no more : 
Ah ! where are now those rising charms 
Which pleased our eyes before ? 

3 That once loved form, now cold and dead, 

Each mournful thought employs ; 
We weep our earthly comforts fled, 
And withered all our joys. 

4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 

When what we now deplore 
Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
And bloom to fade no more. 

Anne Steele. 

611 L M 

1 The morning flowers display their sweets, 

And gay their silken leaves unfold. 
As careless of the noontide heats, 
As fearless of the evening cold. 

2 Nipped by the wind's unkindly blast, 

Parched by the sun's directer ray, 
The momentary glories waste, 
The short-lived beauties die away. 


8 So blooms the human face divine, 

When youth its pride of beauty shows: 
Fairer than spiring the colors shine, 
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 

4 Or worn by slowly -rolliug years. 

Or broke by sickness in a day, 
The fading glory disappears, 

The short-lived beauties die away. 

5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb, 

With luster brighter far shall shine, 
Re'V'ive with ever-during Ijioom, 
Safe from diseases and decline. 

6 Let sickness blast, let death devour. 

If heaven must recompense our pains : 
Perish the grass, and fade the flower, 
If tirm the word of God remains. 

Samuel lVesiey,Jr' 

612 L. M. 

1 UxTEiL thy besom, faithful tomb; 

Take this^ new treasure to thy trust 5 
And give the^e sacred relics room, 
Toslumber in the silent dust. 

2 Xor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 

Invades tiiy bounds ; no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. 
While angels watch the sott repose. 

3 So Jesus si ept : God ' s d\n ng Son [th e bed ; 

Passed through the grave, and blessed 
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and x)ierce the shade. 


4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn : 
Attend, O earth, bis sovereign word ! 
Restore thy trust : a glorious fonn 
Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 

Isaac Watts. 

613 7s 

1 Hark! a Aoice divides the sky, 

Happy are the faithful dead ! 
In the Lord who sweetly die, 

They from all their toils are freed. 

2 Them the Spirit hath declared 

Blest, unutterably blest ; 

Jesus is their great reward, 

Jesus is their endless rest. 

3 Followed by their works, they go 

Where their Head has gone before ; 
Keconciled by grace below, 

Grace had opened Mercy's door. 

4 Justified through faith alone. 

Here they knew their sins forgiven ; 
Here they laid their burden down. 
Hallowed, and made meet for heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

614 c. M. 

1 Hear what the voice from heaven pro- 

For all the pious dead ! [claim.^ 

Sweet is the savor of their names, 
And soft their sleeping bed. 

2 They die in Jesus, and are blest ; 

How kind their slumbers are ! 
From suflf 'rings and from sins released, 
And freed from every snare. 


3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 
They're present with the Lord ; 
The labors of their mortal life 
End in a large reward. 

Isaac Watts. 

615 c. M. 

1 Calm on the bosom of thy God, 

Fair spirit, rest thee now ! 
E'en vv-hile with us thy footsteps trod. 
His seal was on thy brow. 

2 Dust, to thy narrow house beneath ! 

Soul, to thy place on high ! 
They that have seen thy lo*3k in death, 
Xo more may fear to die. 

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, 

Whence thy meek smile is gone ; 
Bnt O, a brighter home than ours. 
In heaven is now thine own. 

Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans. 

616 c. M. 

1 "Why should our tears in sorrow flow. 

When God recalls his own, 
And bids them leave a world of woe 
For an immortal crown? 

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those 

Whose life to God was given ? 
Gladly to earth their eyes they close. 
To open them in heaven. 

3 Their toils are past, their work is done, 

And they are fully blest : 
They've fought the fight, the vict'ry won 
Aiid entered into rest. 


Then let our sorrows cease to flow — 

God has recalled his own ; 
And let our hearts, in eveiy woe, 

Still say, "Thy will be done ! " 

William Hiley Bathurst. 

617 6s, 8s. 

1 Fkiend after friend departs : 

Who has not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts, 

That linds not here an end : 
Were this frail world our final rest, 
Living or dying none were blest. 

2 Beyond the flight of time, 

Beyond this vale of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime 

Where life is not a breath, 
Nor life's affections transient fire, 
Whose sparks fly upward and expire, 

3 There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown ; 
A long eternity'' of love, 

Formed for the good alone ; 
And faith beholds the dying here 
Translated to that happier sphere. 

4 Thus star by star declines, 

Till all are passed away, 
As morning high and higher shines 

To pure and perfect day ; 
Nor sink those stars in empty night, 
But hide themselves in heaven's own light. 

Ja7nes Montgo7nery. 



618 c. M. 

1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms ? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor should we ^vish the hours more slow 
To keep us from our Love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
There once the flesh of Jesus lay 
And left a long perfume. 

4 The graves of all his saints he blessed. 

And softened every bed : 
Where should the dying members rest, 
But with their dying Head ? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 

And showed our feet the way : 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound. 

And bid our kindred rise : 
Awake, ye nations under ground ; 
Ye saints, ascend tlie skies ! 

Isaac lyuti^. 

619 s M. 

1 And must this body die, 

This well-wrought frame decay ? 
And must these active limbs of mme 
Lie mold' ring in the clav ? 


2 Corruption, earth, and -worms 

Shall but refine this flesh, 
Till my triumphant spirit comes 
To put it on afresh. 

3 God, my Redeemer, lives, 

And ever from the skies 
Looks down, and watches all my dust, 
Till he shall bid it rise. 

4 Arrayed in glorious grace, 

Shall these vile bodies shine, 
And every shape, and every face 
Be heavenly and divine. 

5 These lively hopes we owe, 

Lord, to thy dying love : 
O may we bless thy grace below, 
And sing thy grace above ! 

Isaac Watts. 

620 13s, lis. 

1 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will 

not deplore thee. 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass 
the tomb ; 
Thy Saviour has passed through its portals 
before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide 
through the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ; we no 

longer behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough paths of tiie 
world by thy side; 
'But the wide arms of mercy are spread 
to enfold thee. 
And sinners may hope, since the Sin- 
less hath died. 


3 Thou art gone to the grave ; and, its 

aiansious ibrsaking, 
Perchance thy weak spirit in fear 

lingered long ; 
But the mild rays of paradise beamed 

on thy waking, 
And the sound which thou heard^t 

was the seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will- 

not deplore thee, 
Whose God was thy ransom, thy 
guardian, thy guide ; 
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will 
restore tnee ; 
And death has no sting, for the 
Savioui' has died. 

Reginald Heber. 

621 7s. 

i Lo ! the pris'ner is released, 

Lightened of her fleshly load ; 
Where the weary are at rest, 
She is gathered into God ! 

2 Lo ! the pain of life is past. 

All her warfare now is o'er ; 
Death and hell behind are cast. 
Grief and sutFring are no more. 

3 Yes, the Christian's coui-se is run, 

Ended is the glorious strife ; 
Fought the fight, the work is done, 
Death is swallowed up of life ! 


Borne by angels on their wings, 
Far from earth the spirit flies, 

Finds her God, and sits, and sings. 
Triumphing in paradise. 

Charles Wesley. 

633 8s. D. 

1 Kejoice for a brother deceased ; 

Our loss is his infinite gain ; 
A soul out of prison released, 

And freed from his bodily chain : 
With songs let us follow his flight. 

And mount with his spirit above : 
Escaped to the mansions of light. 

And lodged in the Eden of love. 

2 Our brother the haven hath gained, 

Outflying the tempest and wind ; 
His rest he hath sooner obtained. 

And left his companions behind. 
Still tossed on a sea of distress, 

Hard toiling to make the blest shore, 
Where all is assurance and peace, 

And sorrow and sin are no more. 

3 There all the ship's company meet, 

Who sailed with the Saviour beneath ; 
With shouting each other they greet. 

And triumph o'er sorrow and death ^ 
The voyage of life's at an end, 

The mortal affliction is past ; 
The age that in heaven thej^ spend 

Forever and ever shall last. 

Charles Wesley. 



623 8s, 7s. 

1 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 

O'er the spoils that death has "svon, 
We would, at this solemu meeting. 
Calmly say, " Thy will be done." 

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken ; 

Though afflicted, not alone : 
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken ; 
Blessed Lord, ' ' Thy will be done. ' ' 

3 Though to-day we' re filled with mourning, 

Mercy still is on the throne ; 
With thy smiles t)f love returning, 
We can sing, "Thy will be done." 

4 By thy hands the boon was given ; 

Thou hast taken but thine own : 

Lord of earth, and God of heaven, 

Evermore, "Thy will be done." 

Thomas Hastings. 

624 L. M. 

1 Go, spirit of the sainted dead, 

Go to thy longed for, happy home ! 
The tears of man are o'er thee shed ; 
The voice of angels bids thee come, 

2 If life be not in length of days, 

In silvered locks and furrowed brow, 
But liNiug to the Saviour's praise. 
How few have lived so long as thou I 

B Though earth maj' boast one gem the less, 
May not e'en heaven the richer be? 
And myriads on thy footsteps press, 
To share thy blest eternity. 

Author Unknown. 



G25 c. M. 

1 What though the arm of conqu'rinc; 

Does God's own house invade? 
"What though the prophet and the priest 
Be numbered with the dead ? 

2 Though earthly shepherds dv/ell in dust, 

The aged and the young, — 
The watchful eye, in darkness closed, 
And mute th' instructive tongue — 

3 Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives, 

New comfort to impart ; 
His eye still guides us, and his voice 
Stiil animates our heart. 

4 "Lo ! I am with you," saith the Lord, 

" My Church shall safe abide ; 
For I will ne'er forsake my own, 
Whose souls in me confide." 

5 Through every scene of life and death, 

This promise is our trust ; 
And this shall be our children's song, 
When we are cold in dust. 

Phz/ip Doddridge. 

626 los. 

1 Go to the grave in all thy gloTions prime, 
In full activity of zeal and power ! 
A Christian cannot die before his time : 
The liOrd's appointment is the servant's 



2 Go to the grave; at noon from, laoor 

cease ; 
Rest on thy sheaves ; thy harvest-task 
is done. 
Come from the heat of battle, and in 
peace , 
Soldier, go home : ^th thee the tight 
is won. 

3 Go to the grave : for there thy Saviour 

In death's embraces, ere he arose on 

And all the ransomed, by that narrow way 
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 

4 Go to the grave — no I take thy seat above. 

Be thy pnre spirit present with the 
Where thou for faith and hope hast per- 
fect love, 
And open vision for the written word. 

James Montgo»iery. 

027 s. M. 

1 It is not death to die^— - 

To leave this weary road, 
And, 'mid the brotherhood on high. 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake, in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty. 


4 It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust, 
And rise, on strong exulting wing, 
To live among the just. 

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life. 

Thy chosen cannot die ! 
Like thee, they conquer in the strife,- 
To reign with thee on high. 

C. H. A. Malan. Tr. by G. W. Bethuns, 

638 S. M. 

1 Eest for the toiling hand, 

Eest for the anxious brow. 
Rest for the weary, waysore feet, 
Rest from all labor now, — 

2 Rest for the fevered brain, 

Rest for the throbbing eye ; 
Thro' these parched lips of thine no mora 
Shall pass the moan or sigh. 

3 Soon shall the trump of God 

Give out the welcome sound. 
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls. 
And breaks the turf sealed ground. 

4 Ye dwellers in the dust. 

Awake ! come forth and sing ; 
Sharp has your frost of winter been, 
But bright shall be your spring. 

5 'Twas sown in weakness here : 

'Twill then be raised in power ; 
That which was sown an earthly seed, 
Shall rise a heavenly flower ! 

Horatitis Bonar. 


029 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Day of judgment, day of -vronders ! 

Hark! the trumpet's avrfal sound! 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 

Shakes the vast creation round ! 
How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound! 

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 

Clothed in majesty divine! 
You who long for his appearing 
Then shall say, ' ' This God is mine : 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine I 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 

Kise to life from earth and sea ; 
All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his voice, prepare to flee : 

Careless sinner, 
What vdll then become of thee? 

4 But to those who have confessed, 

Loved and served the Lord below, 
He will say, ' ' Come near, ye blessid f 
See the kingdom I bestow : 

You forever 
Shall my love and glory know. ' ' 

John Keivion- 

630 8s & 4. 

1 There is a calm for those who weep, 
A rest for weary pilgrims found; 
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, 
Low in the ground. 
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2 The storm that wrecks the winter sky 
No more disturbs their sweet repose, 
Than summer evening's latest sigh, 

That shuts the rose. 

3 I soon shall lay this painful head 
And aching heart beneath the soil ; 
And slumber in that dreamless bed 

From all my toil. 

4 There is a calm for those who weep, 
A rest for weary pilgrims found, 
And while the mold^ring ashes sleep, 

Low in the ground, — 

5 The soul, of origin divine, 

God's glorious image, freed from clay, 
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shin^ 
A star of day. 

James Montgomery, 

631 8. M. D. 

1 "FOEEVEB with the Lord!" 

Amen, so let it be ! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 

'Tia immortality. 
Here in the body pent, 

Absent from him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 

A day's march nearer home. 

2 "Forever with the Lord!" 

Father, if 'tis thy will, 
The promise of that faithftU word, 
E'en here to me fulfill. 


So when my latest breath 
Shall rend the veil in twain, 

By death I shall escape firom death, 
And life eternal gain. 

3 Knowing as I am known. 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the tlirone, 

"Forever with the Lord ! " 
' ' Forever with the Lord ! ' ' 

Amen, so let it be ! 
Xife from the dead is in that word, 

'Tis iannortality. 

James Montgomery. 

632 s. M. D. 

i Seevant of God, well done ! 

Thy giorious warfare's past ; 
The battle's fought, the ra^e is won, 

And thou art crowned at last ; 
Of all thy heart's desire 

Triumphantly possessed ; 
Lodged by the ministerial choir 

Li thy Eedeemer's breast. 

2 In condescending love, 

Thy ceaseless prayer he heard ; 
And bade thee suddenly remove 

To thy complete reward. 
With saints enthroned on high, 
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim. 
And still to God salvation cry, 
Salvation to the Lamb ! 


3 O happy, happy soul ! 

In ectasies of praise, 
Long as eternal ages roll, 

Thon seest thy Saviour's face. 
Redeemed from earth and pain, 

Ah ! when shall we ascend. 
And all in Jesus' presence reign 

With our translated friend? 

Charles Wesley. 

633 lis, lOs. 

1 Haek, hark, my soul! angelic songs are 

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's 
wave-beat shore : 
How sweet the truth those blessed strains 
are telling 
Of that new life when sin shall be no 

Angels of Jesus, angels of light. 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the 
night I 

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them 

"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids 
you come ; " 
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly 
The music of the gospel leads us home. 

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening 

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land 
and sea, 



And laden sonis by thonsands, meekly 
Kind Shepherd, tnm their weary steps 
to thee. 

4 Eest comes at length, though life be long 

and dreary ; 
The day must dawn, and darksome 

night be past ; 
All journeys end in welcome to the 

And heaven, the heart's true home, 

will come at last. 

5 Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches 

keeping ; 
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs 

above ; 
Till morning's joy shall end the night of 

And life's long shadows break in 

cloudless love. 

Frederick William Faber. 

634 L. M. 

1 Shall man, O God of light and life, 

Forever molder in the grave ? 
Canst thou forget thy glorious work, 
Thy promise, and thy power to save ? 

2 In those dark, silent realms of night, 

Shall peace and hope no more arise? 
No fatare morning light the tomb. 
No day-star gild the darksome skies? 

3 Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears : 

"When Christ, our Lord, from darkness 



Death, the last foe, was captive led, 
And heaven with praise and wonder 

4 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors 
Unfold, to make his children way ; 
They shall be clothed with endless life, 
And shine in everlasting day. 

Timothy Dwight. 

635 C. M. Pec. 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 

To mourning wand'rers given ; 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast, 

'Tis found above, in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls 

By sin and sorrow driven. 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals 
Where storms arise and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear ; 'tis heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 

To brighter prospects given ; 
And views the tempest passing by. 
The evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene in heaven. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 

And joys supreme are given ; 
There rays divine disperse the gloom : 
Beyond the confines of the tomb 

Appears the dawn of heaven. 

William Bingham Tappan. 



636 s. M. 

1 We know, by faith we know, 

If this vile honse of clay, 
This tabernacle, sink below, 
In ruinous decay, 

2 We have a house above. 

Not made with mortal hands ; 

And firm as our Redeemer's love 

That heavenly fabric stands. 

3 It stands securely high, 

Indissolubly sure ; 
Our glorious mansion in the sky 
Shall evermore endure. 

4 O let us put on thee 

In perfect holiness! 
And rise prepared thy face to see, 
Thy bright, unclouded face. 

5 Thy grace with glory crown, 

Who hast the earnest given ; 
And then triumphantly come down, 
And take us up to heaven ! 

Charles Wesley. 

631 c. M. 

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be. 

2 I ask them whence their vict'ry came ; 

They, with united breath, 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to his death. 


3 They marked the footsteps that he trod, 

His zeal inspired their breast; 
And, foil' wing their incarnate God, 
Possess the promised rest. 

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 

For his own pattern given ; 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 

Isaac IVatis. 

638 L. M. 

1 What sinners value I resign ; 
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine: 
I shall behold thy blissful face, 
And stand complete in righteousness. 

2 This life's a dream, an empty show; 
But the bright world to which I go 
Hath joys substantial and sincere : 
"W"hen shall I wake and find me there ? 

3 O glorious hour ! O blest abode! 

I shall be near, and like, my God ; 
And flesh and sin no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Then burst the chains "svith sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise. 

Isaac Watis. 

639 L. M. 

1 Theee is a land mine eye hath seen 
In visions of enraptured thought. 
So bright, that all which spreads between 
Is with its radiant glories fraught. 


2 A land upon whose blissful shore 

There rests no shadow, falls no stain ; 
There those who meet shall part no more, 
And those long parted meet again. 

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, 

With var'ing hues of shade and light ; 
It hath no need of suns to rise 
To dissipate the gloom of night. 

4 There sweeps no desolating wind 

Across that calm, serene aliode ; 
The wand'rer there a home may find 
Within the paradise of God. 

Gurdon Robins, 

640 C. M. 

i PUEE are the joys above the sky, 
And all the region peace : 
No wanton lix:>, nor envious eye, 
Can see or taste the bliss. 

2 Those holy gates forever bar 
Pollution, sin, and shame ; 
None shall obtain admittance there 
But foU'wers of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts. 

641 7s. D 

1 What are these arrayed in white, 
Brighter than the noonday sun ; 
Foremost of the sons of light, 
Nearest the eternal throne? 
These are they that bore the cross, 

Nobly for their lilaster stood ; 
SuflTrers in his righteous cause, 
Foll'wers of the dving God. 


Ont of great distress they came, 

Washed their robes by faith below 
In the blood of youder Lamb, 

Blood that washes white as snow ; 
Therefore are they next the throne, 

Serve their Maker day and night ; 
God resides among his own, 

God doth in his saints delight. 

More than conquerors at last, 

Here they find their trials o'er, 
They have all their suff 'rings passed, 

Hunger now and thirst no more : 
No excessive heat they feel 

From the sun's directer ray ; 
In a milder clime they dwell. 

Region of eternal day. 

Charles Wesley 

642 8s. D. 

1 Away with, our sorrow and fear ! 

We soon shall recover our home ; 
The city of saints shall appear ; 

The day of eternity come : 
From earth we shall quickly remove, 

And mount to our native abode, 
The house of our Father above, 

The palace of angels and God. 

2 Our moumiug is all at an end. 

When, raised by the life-giving word. 
We see the new city descend, 
Adorned as a bride for her Lord : 



The city so holy and clean, 

No sorrow can breathe in the air ; 

No gloom of affliction or sin, 
No shadow of e^vol, is there ! 

By faith we already behold 

That lovely Jerusalem here ; 
Her walls are of jasper and gold, 

As ciystal her buildings are clear : 
Immovably founded in grace, 

She stands as she ever hath stood, 
And brightly her builder displays. 

And flames with the glory of God. 

Charles Wesley, 

643 83. D. 

1 I LONG to behold him arrayed 

"With glory and light from above ; 
The King in his beauty displayed. 

His beauty of holiest love : 
I languish and sigh to be there, 

Where Jesus hath fixed his abode : 
O when shall we meet in the air, 

And fly to the mountain of God 

2 "With him I on Sion shall stand, 

For Jesus hath spoken the word ; 
The breadth of Immanuel's land 

Surs-ey by the light of my Lord ; 
But when, on thy bosom reclined, 

Thy face I am strengthened to see, 
My fullness of rapture T find. 

My heaven of heavens, in thee. 

Charles W:sley. 



644 c. M. D. 

1 How happy every child of grace, 

Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
This earth, he cries, is not my place, 

I seek my place in heaven ; 
A country far from mortal sight ; — 

Yet, O! by faith I see 
The land of rest, the saints' delight, 

The heaven prepared for me. 

2 A stranger in the world below, 

I calmly sojourn here ; 
Nor can its happiness or woe 

Provoke my hope or fear : 
Its evils in a moment end, 

Its joys as soon are past ; 
But O ! the bliss to which I tend 

Eternally shall last. 

3 To that Jerusalem above 

With singing I repair ; 
V/hile in the flesh, my hope and love, 

My heart and soul, are there : 
There my exalted Saviour stands, 

My merciful High Priest, 
And still extends his wounded hands. 

To take me to his breast. 

Charles Wesley. 

645 c. M. D. 

1 O WHAT a blessed hope is ours ! 
While here on earth we stay, 
Y»''e more than taste the heavenly powers, 

And antedate that day : 
We feel the resurrection near, 
Our life in Christ concealed, 
And with his glorious presence here 
Our earthen vessels filled ; — 


2 O vTould he more of heaven bestow ! 

And let the vessels break, 
And let our ransomed spirits go, 

To grasp the God we seek ; 
In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze, 

"Who bought the sight for me, 
And shout, and wonder at his grace, 

To ail eternity ! 

Charles iVesley. 

646 c. M. D. 

1 And let this feeble body fail, 

And let it droop or die : 
My son! shall quit the monrniu.1 vale. 

And soar to worlds on high — 
Shall join the disembodied saints. 

And find its long-sought rest. 
That only bliss for which it pants, 

In my Redeemer's breast. 

2 In hope of that immortal crown, 

I now the cross sustain ; 
And gladly wander up and down. 

And smile at toil and pain : 
I suffer out my threescore years, 

Till my Deliv'rer come, " 
And wipe away his servant's tears. 

And take his exile home. 

3 O what are all my sufferings here, 

If, Lord, thou count me meet 
With that enraptured host t' appear, 

And worship at thy feet ! 
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 

Take life or friends away, 
I come to find them all again 

In that eternal day. 

Charles Wesley. 


647 lis. 

1 I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to 

Where storm after storm, rises dark o'er 

the way : 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us 

Are enough for life's woes, full enough 

ibr its cheer. 

2 I would not live aiway : no — welcome 

the tomb; 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not 

its gloom : 
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me 

To hail him in triumph descending the 


3 Who, who would live alway, away froru 

his God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful 

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er 

the bright plains. 
And the noontide of glory eternally 

reigns ; — 

4 Where th' saints of all ages in harmony 


Their Saviour and brethren transported 
to greet ; 

While the anthems of rapture unceasing- 
ly roil. 

And the smile of the Lord is the feast 
of the soul ! 

IVilliam Augustus MuhUnocrg, 


648 c. M. 

1 O MOTHEE dear, Jerusalem, 

When sbEll I come to thee? 
When shall my sorrows have an end? 
Thy joys when shall I see ? 

2 O happy harbor of God's saints, 

O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
In thee no sorrow can be found, 
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 

3 No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee. 

Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; 
But every soul shines as the sun, 
For Grod himself gives light. 

4 Thy walls are made of precious stone. 

Thy bulwarks diamond-square ; 
Thy gates are all of orient pearl : 
O God, if I were there ! 

5 Right through thy streets with pleasing 

The flood of life doth flow, [sound 

And on the banks, on either side, 
The trees of life do grow. 

6 Those trees each month yield ripened fniit ; 

For evermore they spring ; 

And all the nations of the earth 

To thee their honors bring. 

7 O mother dear, Jerusalem ! 

Yv'hen shall I come to thee? 
"When shall my sorrows have an end? 
Thy joys when shall I see? 

Francis Baksr. Alt. by David Dickion. 


649 c. M. 

1 Jerusalem, my happy home ! 

Name ever dear to me! 
Y/hen shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, and thee? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaveu-biiilt 

And pearly gates behold? [walls 

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 
And streets of shining gold? 

3 O when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
"Where congregations ne'er break up. 
And Sabbaths have no end ? 

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
Blest seats! through rade and stormy scenes 
I onward press to you. 

5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? 

Or feel at death dismay ? 
I've Canaan's goodly land in view. 
And realms of endless day. 

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 

Around my Saviour stand ; 
And soon my friends in Christ below 
Will join the glorious band. 

7 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

My soul still pants for thee ; 
Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 

Francis Baker. Alt. h-j James Boden. 



650 C. M. D. 

1 THETiE is a land of pure delight, 

Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 

And pleasures banish pain : 
There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-with'ring floTvers ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 

This heavenly land from ours. 

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 

Stand dressed in li\ing green : 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 

While Jordan rolled between. 
Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death' scold flood, 

Should fright us from the shore. 

Isaac Watts. 

851 c. M. 

1 Ox Jordan's stormy banks I stand. 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 the transporting, rapt'rous scene 

That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields arrayed in living green. 
And rivers of delight ! 

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail 

On trees immortal grow ; [vales, 

There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and 
With milk and honey flow. 
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4 All o'er those wide-extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God, the Sun, forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

5 No chilling winds nor x)ois'nons breath 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

6 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be forever blest? 
"When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest? 

7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 

Would here no longer stay ! 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
. Fearless I'd launch away. 

Samuel Stenneit, 

652 7s, 6s. D. 

1 Jerusalem the golden, 

With milk and honey blest, 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice oppressed 
I know not, O I know not 

What social joys are there : 
What radiancy of glory, 

What light beyond compare. 

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 

All jubilant with song, 
And bright with many an angel. 
And all the martyr throng : 


The Prince is ever in them, 

The daylight is serene ; 
The pastures of the blessed 

Are decked in glorious sheen, 

3 There is the throne of David ; 

And there, from care released, 
The shout of them that triumph. 

The song of them that feast ; 
And they who, with their Leader, 

Have conquered in the fight, 
Forever and forever 

Are clad in robes of white. 

4 O sweet and blessed country. 

The home of God's elect ! 
O sweet and blessed country 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Jesus, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest ; 
Who art, with God the Father, 

And Spirit, ever blest. 
Bernard of Cluny. Tr. hy J. M. Neale. 

G53 7s, 6s. D. 

1 Theee is a land immortal, 

The beautiful of lands ; 
Beside its ancient portal 

A silent sentry stands ; 
He only can undo it. 

And open wide the door ; 
And morfhls who pass through it. 

Are mortal never more. 

2 Though dark and drear the passage 

That leadeth to the gate. 
Yet grace attends the message, 
To souls that watch and wait : 


And at the time appointed 
A messenger comes down, 

And guides the Lord's anointed 
From cross to glory's crown. 

3 Their sighs are lost in singing, 
They're blessed in their tears ; 

Their journey heavenward winging, 
They leave on earth their fears : 

Death like an angel seemeth ; 

* ' We welcome thee, ' ' they cry ; 

Their face with glory beameth — 
'Tis life for them to die ! 

Thomas MacKellar. 

054 7s, 6s. D. 

1 Brief life is here our portion ; 

Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
The life that knows no ending, 

The tearless life, is there. 
O happy retribution ! 

Short toil, eternal rest ; 
For mortals and for sinners 

A mansion with the blest! 

2 And there is David's fountain, 

And life in fullest glow ; 
And there the light is golden, 

And milk and honey flow ; 
The light that hath no evening, 

The health that hath ;jo sore, 
The life that hath no ending, 

But lasteth evermore. 

3 And now we fight the battle, 

But then shall wear the crown 
Oi full and everlasting 
And passionless renown. 


But he whom now we trust in 
Shall then be seen and known ; 

And they that know and see him 
Shall have him for their own. 

The morning shall awaken, 

The shadows shall decay. 
And each true-hearted servant 

Shall shine as doth the day. 
There God, our King and Portion, 

In fullness of his grace, 
Shall we behold forever. 

And worship face to face, 
Bernard of Cluny. Tr.hy J. M. Neale. 

655 S. M. D. 

1 "Servant of God, well done! 

Eest from thy loved employ; 
The battle fought, the vict'ry won, 

Enter thy Master's joy." 
The voice at midnight came; 

He started up to hear; 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame; 

He fell,— but felt no fear. 

2 Tranquil amid alarms, 

It found him on the field, 
A vet' ran, slumb'ring on his arms, 

Beneath his red-cross shield. 
His sword was in his hand. 

Still warm with recent fight, 
E^ady that moment, at command, 

Through rock and steel to smite, 


3 It was a two-edged blade, 

Of Tieavenly temper keen ; 
And double were the wounds it made, 

Where'er it glanced between. 
'Twas death to sin,— 'twas life 

To all who mourned for sin ; 
It kindled and it silenced strife, 

Made war and peace within. 

4 Oft with its fiery force 

His arm had quelled the foe, 
And laid, resistless in his course, 

The alien-armies low. 
Bent on such glorious toils, 

The world to him was loss. 
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils, 

He hung upon the cross. 

5 At midnight came the cry, 

" To meet thy God prepare ! " 
He woke, — and caught his Captain's eye, 

Then, strong in faith and prayer, 
His spirit, with a bound, 

Left ita encumb'ring clay : 
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 

A darkened ruin lay. 

6 The pains of death are past, 

Labor and sorrow cease ; 
And, life's long warfare closed at last, 

His soul is found in peace. 
Soldier of Christ, well done ! 

Praise be thy new employ ; 
And while eternal ages run, 

Rest in thy Saviour's joy, 

James Montgomery. 





656 c. M. 

1 Gkeat God, the nations of the earth 

Are by creatiou thine ; 
And in thy works, by all beheld, 
Thy radiant glories shine. 

2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent 

Thy gospel to mankind, 
Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in thy mind. 

3 O when shall these glad tidings spread 

The spacious earth around, 

Till every tribe and every soul 

Shall hear the joyful sound? 

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 

To spread the gospel's rays, 
And build on sin's demolished throne 
The temples of thy praise. 

Thomas Gibbons. 



^51 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Who but thou, almighty Spirit, 

Can the heathen world reclaim ! 

Men may preach, but till thou favor, 

Heathens will be still the same : 

Mighty Spirit I 
"Witness to the Saviour's name. 

2 Thou hast promised by thy prophets 

Glorious light in latter days : 
Come, and bless bewildered nations, 
Change our prayers and tears to praise; 

Promised Spirit ! 
Round the world diffuse thy rays. 

3 All our hopes, and prayers, and labors 

Must be vain without thine aid : 
But thou wilt not disappoint us, 
All is true that thou hast said : 

Faithful Spirit! 
O'er the world thine influence shed. 

Author Unknown. 

^n^ L. M. 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore. 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 From north to south the princes meet 
To pay their homage at his feet ; 
While western empires own their Lord, 
And savage tribes attend his word. 

3 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown his head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 



4 People and realms, of every tongue, 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song, 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, 
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains, 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blessed. 

Isaac Watts. 


/"^eso L. M. 

1 Feom all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore 
I Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

V Isaac Watts. 

660 7, 6, 7, 6. D. 

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free. 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succor speedy, 

To those who suffer wrong ; 
To help the poor and needy. 
And bid the weak be strong ; 


To give them songs for sighing, 
Their darkness turn to light, 

Whose souls condemned and dying, 
Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall come down like showeis 

Upon the fruitful earth, 
And love, joy, hope, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth : 
Before him on the mountains 

Shall peace the herald go ; 
And righteousness in fountains 

From hill to valley flow. 

James Montgomery. 

661 c. M. 

1 Daughter of Zion, from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head ; 
Again in thy Kedeemer trust ; 
He calls thee from the dead, 

2 Awake, awake ! put on thy strength, 

Thy beautiful array ; 
The day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge , 

And send thy heralds forth ; 
Say to the south, "Give up thy charge," 
And, "Keep not back, O north." 

4 They come ! they come ! thine exiled 

Where'er they rest or roam, [bands, 
Have heard thy voice in distant lauds, 
And hasten to their home. 


5 Thus, though the universe shall bum, 
And God his works destroy. 
With songs thy ransomed shall return^ 
And everlasting joy. 

James Montgomery. 

663 s. M. 

1 Almighty God of love, 

Set up th' attracting sign, 
And summon vrhom thou dost approve 
For messengers di^ 

2 From favored Abrah'm's seed 

The new apostles choose, 
In isles and continents to spread 
The dead-reviving news. 

3 O send thy servants forth, 

To call the Hebrews home ! 
From East, and West, and South, and 
Let all the wand'rers come : [North, 

4 With Israel's myriads sealed, 

Let all the nations meet, 
And show the mysterv^ fulfilled, 
The family complete ! 

Charles Wesley. 

663 s M. 

1 Lord, if at thy command ^ 

The word of life we sow, | 

Watered by thy almighty hand, 
The seed shall surely grow. 

2 The virtue of thy grace 

A large increase shall give, 
And multiply the faithful race. 
Who to thy glory live. 


3 Now, then, the ceaseless shower 

Of gospel blessings send, 
And let the soul-converting power 
Thy ministers attend. 

4 On multitudes confer 

The heart-renewing love, 
And by the joy of grace prepare 
For fuller joys above. 

Charles Wesley. 

664 L. P. M. 

1 Lord over all, if thou haat made. 

Hast ransomed every soul of man, 
Why is thy grace so long delayed ? 

Why unfulfilied the saving plan? 
The bliss for Adam's race designed. 
When will it reach to all mankind ? 

2 As lightning launched from east to west, 

The coming of thy kingdom be ; 
To thee, by angel-hosts confessed, 

Bow every soul and every knee : 
Thy glory let all flesh behold ! 
And then fill up thy heavenly fold. 

Charles Wesley. 

665 7s, 6s. D. 

1 The morning light is breaking ; 

The darkness disappears ; 

The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears : 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion, 
Prex)ared for Zion's war. 


2 See heathen nations bending 

Before the God vre love, 
And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above ; 
While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing, 

A nation in a day. 

3 Blest river of salvation, 

Pursue thine onward way ; 
Flow thou to every nation. 

Nor in thy richness stay : 
Stay not till all the lowly 

Triumphant reach their home ; 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim, •' The Lord is come ! " 

Samuel Francis Smith. 

^e^ 7s. 

1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 

When, beneath Messiah's sway. 
Every nation, every clime, 
Shall the gospel call obey. 

2 Mightiest kings his power shall o^vn; 

Heathen tribes his name adore ; 
Satan and his host, o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains, shall hurt ho more. 

3 Then shall wars and tumults cease ; 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Kighteousness, and joy, and peace, 
Undisturbed, shall ever reign, 

4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ; 

Ever praise his glorious name ; 


All his mighty acts record, 

All his wondrous love proclaim. 

Harriet Auier> 

G611 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. 

1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; 
All the promises do travail 

With a glorious day of grace : 
Blessed jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn ! 

2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
And from eastern coast to western. 
May the morning chase the night ; 

And redemption. 
Freely purchased, win the day. 

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ; 

Win and conquer, never cease ; 
May thy lasting, wide dominions 
Multiply, and still increase : 

Sway thy scepter. 
Saviour, all the world around. 

William Williams. 

668 L. M. 

1 Assembled at thy great command. 
Before thy face, dread King, we stand ; 
The voice that marshaled every star 
Has called the people from afar. 

2 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
The truth for which the martyrs bled ; 
Along the line — to either pole — 

The anthem of thy praise to roll. 



3 Our prayoTS assist ; accept our praise ; 
Our hopes revive ; our courage raise ; 
Our counsels aid; to each impart 

The single eye, the faithful heart. 

4 Forth -with thy chosen heralds come ; 
Recall the wand'ring spirits home : 
From Zion's mount send forth the sound. 
To spread the spacious earth around, 

IVilHavt Bengo Collyer. 

669 c. M, 

1 The nations call ! from sea to sea 

Extends the thrilling cry, 
"Come over, Christians, if there he, 
And help us, ere we die. ' ' 

2 Our hearts, O Lord, the summons feel ; 

Let hand with liearc combine. 
And answer to the world's appeal 
By giving ' ' that is thine. ' ' 

3 Say to thy gifted servants, "Speed ! 

Behold the world your field ; " 
Say to the gold, " The Lord hath need," 
Till hoarded treasures yield. 

4 Say to the slumh'ring soul, "Awake! 

Ere wanes thy noon away ; 
Lo ! soon I come th' account to take, 
Ye stewards of a day." 

5 Saviour, forgive ; ashamed we lie ; 

Thy gracious will we know : 
Behold, while we delay, they die ! 
Bid, bid us send, or go. 

Anne Gilbert. 



670 7s, 6s. D. 

1 From Greenland's icy mountain^ 

From India's coral strand ; 
"Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 "What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile? 
In vain vdth lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strewn ; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation ! O salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learned ^lessiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll. 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole : 
Till o'er our ransomed nature, 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Eedeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 

Reginald Hebero 



671 78. D. 

1 Haek 1 the song of jubilee, 

Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
Or the fullness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore ; 
Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God omnipotent shall reign ; 
Hallelujah 1 let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

2 Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound 

From the depths unto the skies 
Wakes above, beneath, around, 

All creation's harmonies : 
See Jehovah's banner furled. 

Sheathed his sword; he speaks: 'tis done; 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of his Son. 

3 He shall reign from i)ole to pole, 

With illimitable sway : 
He shall reign, when, like a scroll, 

Yonder heavens have passed away ! 
Then the end — beneath his rod 

Man's last enemy shall fall : 
Hallelujah ! Christ in Clod, 

God in Christ, is al,l ix all, 

James Montgomery, 

672 7s. D. 

1 Go, ye messengers of God ! 

Like the beams of morning fly ! 
Take the wonder-working rod, 
Wave the banner cross on high I 
.31 481 


Where th' aspirant minaret 

Gleams along the morning skiess, 

Vfave it till the crescent set, 
And the "Star of Jacob" rise. 

2 Go ! to many a tropic isle 

In the bosom of the deep, 
Where the skies forever smile 

And th' oppressed forever -weep ! 
O'er the negro's night of care 

Pour the living light of heaven ; 
Chase away the fiend despair, 

Bid him hope to be forgiven ! 

3 Where the golden gates of day 

Open on the palmy East, 
Wide the bleeding cross display. 

Spread the gospel's richest feast : 
Circumnavigate the ball. 

Visit every soil and sea ; 
Preach the cross of Christ to all — 

Jesus' love is fall and free. 

Joshua Marsden, 

673 lis, lOs. 

1 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad 

Joy to the lands that in darkness have 

lain ! 
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and 

Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad 

Long by the prophets of Israel foretold : 


Hail to the millions from bondage retnrn- 
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision be- 

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are spring- 

Streams ever copious are gliding along; 
Lend from the mountain-tops echoes are 

Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in 


4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the 


Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; 
Fallen are the engines of war and com- 

Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 

Thomas Hastings. 

674 83, 7s & 4. 

1 On the mountain's top appearing, 

Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
Zion, long in hostile lands ; 

Mourning captive , 
God himself shall loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 

Have thy friends unfaithful proved? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
By thy sighs and tears unmoved? 

Cease thy mourning ; 
Zion atill is well beloved. 


3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 

He himself appears thy Friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
Here their boasts and triumphs end : 

Great deliv' ranee 
Zion's King will surely send. 

4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; 

All thy warfare now is past ; 
God thy Saviour will defend thee ; 
Victory is thine at last : 

All thy conflicts 
End in everlasting rest. 

Thomas Kelly. 

W^ C. M. 

1 Behold, the mountain of the Lord 

In latter days shall rise 
Above the mountains and the hills, 
And draw the wond'iing eyes. 

2 To this the joyful nations round, 

All tribes and tongues, shall flow ; 
"Up to the hill of God," they say, 
"And to his house, we'll go." 

3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill 

Shall lighten every land : 
The King who reigns in Zion's towers 
Shall all the world command. 

4 Among the nations he shall judge; 

His judgments truth shall guide ; 
His scepter shall protect the just. 
And quell the sinner's pride. 


5 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds 
Disturb those peaceful years ; 
To plowshares men shall beat their swords, 
To pmning-hooks their spears. 

8 Xo longer hosts, encount'ring hosts, 
Shall crowds of slain deplore ; 
They hang the trumpet in the hall. 
And study war no more. 

7 Come then, O house of Jacob ! come 
To worship at his shrine ; 
And, walking in the light of God, 
With holy beauties shine. 

Michael Bruce, 

676 6s, 4s. 

1 Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 

.Vnd took their flight ; 
Hear us, we humbly pray. 
And where the gospel day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

"Let there be light." 

2 Thou, who didst come to bring 
On thy redeeming wing, 

Healing and sight, 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Sight to the inly blind ; 
O now, to all mankind, 

"Let there be light." 

3 Spirit of truth and love, 
Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Speed forth thy flight ; 


Move o'er the waters' face 
By tliine almiglity grace ; 
And in earth's darkest place, 
"Let tliere be light." 

John Marriott, 

677 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Peaise the Saviour, all ye nations, 

Praise him, all ye hosts above ; 
Shout, with joyful acclamations, 

His divine, victorious love ; 
Be his kingdom now promoted. 

Let the earth her monarch know ; 
Be my all to him devoted, 

To my Lord my all I owe. 

2 See how beauteous on the mountains 

Are their feet, whose grand design 
Is to guide us to the fountains 

That o'erflow with bliss divine — 
Who proclaim the joyful tidings 

Of salvation all around — 
Disregard the world's deridings. 

And in works of love abound. 

3 With my substance I will honor 

My Redeemer and my Lord ; 
Were ten thousand worlds my manor, 

All were nothing to his word ; 
While the heralds of salvation 

His abounding grace proclaim, 
Let his friends, of every station, 

Gladly join to spread his fame. 

Benjamin Francis. 


678 7s. D. 

1 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are. 
Trav'ler, o'er'yon monntain's height, 

See that glory beaming star. 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell? 
T^a^■'le^. yes ; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman, ^11 its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth? 
TraT'ler, ages are its own ; 

See ! it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to da^vn. 
Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and teiTor are -withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wand'rings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Trav'ler, lo ! the Prince of pea<;e, 

Lo ! the Son of God is come. 

John Bowring, 

679 7s. D. 

1 See how great a flame aspires. 
Kindled by a spark of grace ! 
Jesus' love the nations fires, 
Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. 


To bring fire on earth he came ; 

Kindled in some hearts it is : 
O that all might catch the flame, 

All partake the glorious bliss ! 

2 When he first the work begnn, 

Small and feeble was his day : 
Now the word doth swiftly run, 

Now it wins its widening way : 
More and more it spreads and grows, 

Ever mighty to prevail ; 
Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, 

Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 

3 Sons of God, your Sa\dour praise ! 

He the door hath opened ^vide ; 
He hath given the word of grace, 

Jesus' word is glorified ; 
Jesus, mighty to redeem, 

He alone the work hath wrought ; 
Worthy is the work of Him, 

Him who spake a world from naught. 

Saw ye not the cloud arise, 

Little as a human hand? 
Now it spreads along the skies, 

Hangs o'er all the thirsty land : 
Lo ! the promise of a shower 

Drops already from above ; 
But the Lord will shortly pour 

All the Spirit of his love. 

Charles Wesiey. 




680 L. M. 

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 

In every star thy wisdom shines ; 

But when our eyes behold thy word, 

We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling smi,the changing light, 

And night and day, thy power confess ; 
But the blest volume then hast writ, 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise 

Eound the whole earth, and never stand ; 
So when thy truth began its race, 

It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run : 
Till Christ has all the nations blessed, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise ! 

Bless the dark world with heavenly light : 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise ; 
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 

Isaac Watts. 

681 c. M. 

1 How shall the young secure their hearts, 
And guard their lives from sin ? 
Thy word the choicest rule imparts, 
To keep the conscience clean. 


It spreads such light abroad. 

The meanest souls instruction find, 

And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 

That guides us all the day ; 
And through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp^to lead our way. 

4 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 

How pure is every page ! 
That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 

Isaac Watts. 

682 L. M. 

1 Let everlasting glories crown 

Thy head, m;/ Saviour, and my Lord; 
Thy hands have brought sal vation down, 
And writ the blessings in thy word. 

2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks 

Some solid ground to rest upon ; 
With long despair the spirit breaks, 
Till we apply to Christ alone. 

3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! 

How wise and holy thy commands f 
Thy promises, how firm they be ! 

How firm our hope,our comfort, stands! 

4 Should all the forms that men devise 

Assault my faith with treach'rous artj 
I'd call them vanity and lies, 
And ])ind the gospel to my heart. 

490 Isaac Waits. 

683 C. M. 

1 Father of all, iu whom alone, 

We live, and move, and breathe, 
One bright, celestial ray dart down, 
And cheer thy sons beneath. 

2 While in thy word we search for thee, 

(We search with trembling awe !) 
Open our eyes, and let us see 
The wonders of thy law. 

3 Now let our darkness comprehend 

The light that shines so clear ; 
Now the revealing Spirit send, 
And give us ears to hear. 

4 Before us make thy goodness pass, 

Which here by ikith we know ; 
Let U3 in Jesus see thy face, 
And die to all below. 

Charles Wedey 

684 c. M. 

1 How precious is the book di^'ine, 

By inspiration given ! 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts. 

In this dark vale of tears : 
Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

3 This lamp through all the tedious night 

Of life, shall guide our way ; 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

John Fawceti, 



685 c. M. 

1 The counsels of redeeming grace 

The sacred leaves unfold ; 
And here the Saviour's lovely face 
Our raptured eyes behold. 

2 Here light descending from above 

Directs our doubtful feet ; 
Here promises of heavenly love 
Our ardent vsdshes meet. 

3 Our num'rous gnefs are here redressed, 

And all our wants supplied ; 
Naught we can ask to make us blest 
Is in this book denied. 

4 For these inestimable gains. 

That so enrich the mind, 
O may we search with eager pains, 
Assured that we shall find ! 

Samuel Stenneii. 

686 c. M. 

1 Fathek of mercies, in thy word 

What endless glory shines ! 
Forever be thy name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find, 
Riches above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge gTowa, 

And yields a free repast ; 
Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing taste. 


4 Here the Redeemer's vrelcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life, and everlasting joys, 
Attend the blissful sound. 

5 O may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light ! 

6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou forever near ; 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

Anne Steele. 

i^Sl S. M. 

1 Jesus, the word bestow, 

The true immortal seed ; 
Thy gospel then shall greatly grow. 
And all our land o'erspread, — 

2 Through earth extended wide 

Shall mightily prevajd, 
Destroy the works of self and pride. 
And shake the gates of hell. 

3 Its energy exert 

In the believing ^ul ; 
Diffuse thy grace through every part, 
And sanctity the whole. 

4 Its utmost virtue show 

In pure consummate love, 

And fill with all thy life below, 

And give us thrones above. 

493 Charles IVesley. 


688 7s, 6s. D. 

1 O Word of God incarnate, 

O Wisdom from on liigb, 
O Truth unchanged, unchanging, 

O Light of our dark sky ; 
We praise thee for the radiance 

That from the hallo vred page, 
A lantern to our footsteps, 

Shines on from age to age. 

2 The church from thee, her Master, 

Received the gift divine ; 
And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine. 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored ; 
It is the heaven-drawn picture 

Of thee, the living Word. 

3 O make thy church, dear Saviour, 

A lamp of burnished gold, 
To bear before the nations 

Thy true light, as of old : 
O teach thy wand' ring pilgrims 

By this t^ieir path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see thee face to face. 

William IValsham How. 


689 8s & 7s. D, 

1 Christ is made the sure Foundation, 
Christ the Head and Corner-stone, 
Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 


Binding all the Church in one, 
Holy Zion's help forever, 
And her (X)nfidence alone, 

2 To this temple, T^here we call thee, 

Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day ; 
With thy wonted loving-kindness, 

Hear thy servants aa they pray ; 
And thy fullest benediction 

Shed within its walls alway. 

3 Here vouchsafe to all thy servants 

What they ask of thee to gain, 
What they gain from thee forever 

With the hless^d to retain, 
And hereafter in thy glory 

Evermore with thee to reign. 

Front tJu Latin. Tr. by/. M. Neale, 

690 s. M. 

1 Great is the Lord our Grod, 

And let his praise be great ; 
He makes his Churches his abode, 
His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of his grace. 

How beautiful they stand ! 

The honors of our native place, 

And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Sion God is known 

A refuge in distress ; 
How bright has his salvation shone 
Through all her palaces ! 


4 In every new distress 

We'll to his house repair ; 
"We'll think upon his wondrous graee, 
And seek deli v' ranee there. 

Isaac Watts, 

691 c. M. 

1 Behold the sure foundation-stone 

Which God in Zion lays, 
To build our heavenly hopes upon, 
And his eternal praise. 

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, 

We now adore thy name ; 
We trust our whole salvation here, 
Nor can we suffer shame. 

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest^ 

Keject it with disdain ; 
Yet on this rock the Church shall rest, 
And envy rage in vain. 

4 What though the gates of hell withstood. 

Yet iQust this building rise : 
'Tis thine ovsm work, Almighty (Jod, 
And wondrous in our eyes. 

Isaac Watts, 

692 7s. 

1 On this stone, now laid with prayer, 
Let thy Church rise, strong and lair; 
Ever, Lord, thy name be known, 
Where we lay this comer-stone. 

2 Let thy holy Child, who came 
Man from error to reclaim, 
And for sinners to atone. 

Bless, vrith thee, this corner-stone. 


3 May thy Spirit here give rest 
To the heart by sin oppressed, 
And the seeds of truth be sown, 
Where we lay this comer-stone. 

4 Open wide, O God, thy door, 
For the outcast and the poor, 
Who can call no house their own, 
Where we lay this comer-stone. 

John Pirrpcnt. 

693 L. M. 

1 Behold thy temple, God of grac;©, 

The house that we have reared for thee; 
Eegard it as thy resting place. 
And fill it with thy majesty. 

2 When from its altar shall arise 

Joint supplication to thy name, 
Deign to accept the sacrifice, 

Thyself our answ'ring God proclaini. 

3 And when from hence the voice of praise 

Shall lift its triumphs to thy throne, 
Show thy acceptance of our lays, 
By making all thy glory known. 

4 When here thy ministers shall stand, 

To speak what thou sbalt bid them say, 
Maintain thy cause with thine own hand, 
And give thy truth a winning >ray. 

5 Now, therefore, O our God, arise ! 

In this thy resting-place appear ; 
And let thy people's longing eyes 
Behold thee fix thy dwelling here. 


32 497 


694 L. M. 

1 And will the great, eternal God, 
On earth establish his abode? 

And will he, from his radiant throne, 
Avow our temple for his own ? 

2 We bring the tribute of our praise ; 
And sing that condescendiag grace, 
Which to our notes will lend an ear, 
And call us sinful mortals near. 

3 These walls we to thy honor raise, 
Long may they echo to thy praise ; 
And thou, descending, fill the place 
With dioicest tokens of thy grace. 

4 And in the great, decisive day, 
When God the nations shall survey, 
May it before the world appear 
That crowds were born to glory here ! 

Philip Doddridge. 

695 L. M. 

1 The perfect world, by Adam trod. 
Was the first temple, built by God ; 
His fiat laid the corner-stone, 

And heaved its pillars one by one. 

2 He hung its starry roof on high, 
The broad expanse of azure sky ; 

He spread its pavement, green and bright, 
And curtained it with morning light. 

3 The mountains in their places stood, 
The sea, the sky ; and all was good ; 
And when its first pure praises rang, 

"The morning stars together sang." 


4 Lord, 'tis not onrs to make the sea, 
And earth, and sky, a house for thee ; 
But in thy sight our ofF'ring stands, 
A hnmbier temple, '"made with hands.' 

Nathaniel P. Willis, 

096 7s. 

i LoED of hosts, to thee Tre raise 
Here a house of prayer and xjraise; 
Thou thy people's hearts prepare 
Here to meet for praise and prayer. 

2 Let the K^lng here be fed 

With thy word, the heavenly bread ; 
Hsre, in hope of glory blest, 
May the dead be laid to rest ; 

3 Here to thee a temple stand, 
Yriiile the sea shall gird the land ; 
Here reveal thy mercy sure, 
While the sun and moon endure. 

4 Hallelujah 1 — earth and sky 
To the joyful sound reply ; 
Hallelujah 1 — hence ascend 

Prayer and praise till time shall end. 

James Montgomery, 

097 6s, 4s. 

1 Come, O thou God of grace, 
Dwell in this holy place, 

E'en now descend ! 
This temple, reared to thee, 
O may it ever be 
Filled with thy majesty, 
Till time shall end ! 


2 Be in each song of praise, 
Which here thy people raise 

With hearts aflame ! 
Let every anthem rise 
Like incense to the skies, 
A joyful sacrifice, 

To thy blest name ! 

3 Speak, O eternal Lord, 
Out of thy living word, 

O give success ! 
Do thou the truth impart 
Unto each waiting heart ; 
Source of all strength thou ait, 

Thy gospel bless ! 

4 To the great One and Three 
Glory and praises be 

In love now given ! 
Glad songs to thee we sing, 
Glad hearts to thee we bring, 
Till we our God and King 

Shall praise in heaven ! 

William Edwin Evans. 


698 L. M. 6 1. 

1 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
To whom we for our children cry ; 
The good desired and wanted most, 
Out of thy richest grace supply! 
The sacred discipline be given 
To train and bring them up for heaven, 


2 Error and ignorance remove, 

Their blindness both of h eart and mind ; 
Give them the vrisdom from above, and peaceable, and kind : 
In knowledge pure their minds renew, 
And store with thoughts divinely true. 

3 Unite the pair so long disjoined, 

Knowledge and vital piety : 
Learning and holiness combined, 

And truth and love, let all men see, 
In those whom up to thee we give, 
Thine, wholly thine, to die and live! 

Charles Wesley, 

699 6s, 4s. 

1 Shepherd of tender youth, 
Guiding in love and truth 

Thro' devious ways ; 
Christ our triumphant King, 
We come thy name to sing ; 
Hither our children bring 

To shout thy praise. 

2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
The all-subduing Word, 

Healer of strite : 
Thou dost thyself abase. 
That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race. 

And give us life. 

3 Thou art the great High Priest : 
Thou hast prepared the feast 

Of heavenly love ; 


While in our mortal pain 
None calls on thee iu vain ; 
Help thou dost not disdain, 
Help from above. 

4 Ever be thou our guide, 
Our shepherd and our pride, 

Our staff and song : 
Jesus, thou Christ of God, 
By thy perennial word 
Lead us where thou hast trod, 

Make our faith strong. 

5 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we thy praises high, 

And joyful sing : 
Infants, and the glad throng 
Who to thy Church belong, 
Unite to swell the song 

To Christ our King. 

Clement of Alexandria. Tr. by H, I.I. Dexter, 

700 8s, 7s. 

1 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding 

With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 
Yfhile the lambs thy bosom share ; 

2 Now, these little ones receiving. 

Fold them in thy gracious arm ; 
There, we know, th}'' word believing, 
Only there, secure from harm. 

3 Never, from thy pasture roving, 

Let them be the lion's prey ; 
Let thy tenderness, so loving. 

Keep them all life's dang'rous way 


Theu, within thy fold eternal, 
Let them find a resting-place, 

Feed iu pastures ever vernal, 
Drink ths rivers of thy grace. 

William A. Muhlenberg'' 

701 83, 7s, & 4. 

1 Sa^^ouk, like a shepherd lead us. 

Much Tve need thy tend'rest care: 
In thy pleasant pastures feed us. 
For our use thy folds prepare: 

Blessed Jesus, 
Thou hast bought us, thine vra are. 

2 "We are thine, do thon befriend us, 

Be the guardian of our way ; 
Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, 
Seek us when we go astray : 

Blessed Jesus, 
Hear, O hear us, when we praj. 

3 Thou hast promised to receive us, 

Poor and sinful though we be ; 
Thou hast mercy to receive us. 

Grace to cleanse, and power to free: 

Blessed Jesus, 
We will early turn to thee. 

4 Early let us seek thy favor, 

Early let us do thy will ; 
Blessed Lord and only Saviour, 
With thy love our bosoms fill : 

Blessed Jesus, 
Thou hast loved us. love ns still. 

Doyothy Anne Thrupp. 



702 c. M. 

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How sweet the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod ; 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill ■ 

The lily must decay ; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 

Of man's maturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

6 O thou, whose infant feet were found 
Within thy Father's shrine, 
Whose years, with changeless virtue 
Were all alike divine ; [crowned, 

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath. 
We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death. 
To keep us still thine own. 

Reginald Heber. 

703 c. M. 

1 While we with fear and hope survey 
This youthful, blooming throng, 
And little know th' eventful way 
Their steps may pass along, — 


2 One day is as a thonsand years, 

Eternal God, to thee. 
And present to thine eye appears 
Their whole futurity. 

3 Thon seest temptation's subtle thread, 

Or torture's fiery test : 
Mid scenes of pleasure, or of dread, 
Screen thou th' unguarded breast. 

4 Saviour I through each portentous change, 

And dangers yet uutrod. 
Where'er they rest, where'er they range. 
Be thou their present God ! 

Anne Gilbert. 

704 c. M. 

1 Meecy, descending from above, 

In softest accents pleads : 
O may each tender bosom move, 
When mercy intercedes ! 

2 Children our kind protection claim, 

And God will well approve 
When infants learn to lisp his name. 
And their Creator love. 

o Delightful work ! young souls to win 
And turn the rising race 
From the deceitful paths of sin. 
To seek their Saviour's face. 

4 Almighty God ! thine Influence shed, 
To aid this blest design ; 
The honor of thy name be spread, 
And all the glory thine. 

Joseph Strap}ian. 



105 c. M. 

1 O HOW can they look up to heaven, 

And ask for mercy there, 
Who never soothed the poor man's pang, 
Nor dried the orphan's tear ! 

2 The dread omnipotence of Heaven 

We every hour provoke ! 
Yet still the mercy of our God 
Withholds th' avenging stroke ; 

3 And Christ was still the healing friend 

Of poverty and pain ; 
And never did imploring wretch 
His garment touch in vain. 

4 May we -with humble effort take 

Example from above ; 
And thence the active lesson learn 
Of charity and love ! 

Simon Browne. 


706 10s, 5s, lis. 

1 Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, 
Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master 

appear ! 
His adorable will Let us gladly fulfill, 

And our talents improve, 
By the patience of hope, and the labor 
of love. 



2 Onr life is a dream ; Our time, as a stream, 

Glides swiftly away ; 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay, 
The arrow is flown, The moment is gone ; 

Tiie millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's 

3 O that each in the day Of his coming 

may say, 
* ' I have fought my way through ; 
I have finished the work thou didst give 

me to do ! " 
O that each from his Lord 'Mo.y receive 
the glad word, 
" Well and laithfully done ! 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 
throne. ' ' 

Charles Wesley. 

707 c. M. 

1 Let me alone another year, 

In honor of thy Son, 
Who doth my Advocate appear 
Before thy gracious throne. 

2 Thou hast vouchsafed a longer space, 

And spared the barren tree, 
Because for me my Saviour prays, 
And pleads his death for me. 

3 Time to repent thou dost bestow ; 

But O the power impart! 
And let my eyes with tears o'erflow, 
And break my stubborn heart. 


4 Forgiveness on my conscience seal ; 
Bestow thy promised rest ; 
With purest love thy servant fill, 
And number with the blest. 

Charles Wesley. 

708 c. M, 

1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bound 

Of the revolving year ; 
How swift the weeks complete their round ! 
How short the months appear ! 

2 So fast eternity comes on — 

And that important day, 
When all that mortal life hath done, 
God's judgment shall survey. 

3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass 

The swift-advancing year ; 
And study artful ways t' increase 
The speed of its career. 

4 Waken, O Grod, my careless heart, 

Its great concern to see. 
That I may act the Christian part. 
To give the year to thee. 

Philip Doddridge. 

709 s. M. 

1 Our few revolving years. 

How swift they glide away ! 
How short the term of life appears 
When i^ast — but as a day ! — 

2 A dark and cloudy day. 

Clouded by grief and sin ; 
A host of enemies without, 
Distressing fears within. 


3 Lord, through another year 
If thou permit our stay, 
With diligence may we pursue 
The true and living way. 

Benjamin Beddof>: 

I'lO 7s. D. 

1 While with ceaseless course the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Nevermore to meet us here : 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little — none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 

Speedily the mark to find. 
As the lightning from the skies 

Darts and leaves no trace behind, 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
Upward. Lord, our spirits raise, 

All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teacii us henceforth how to live 

With eternity in view : 
Bless thy word to young and old, 

Fill us vrith a Saviour's love; 
And when life's short tale is told, 

;May we dwell with thee above. 

John Newton. 

711 C. M. B. 

1 Sing to the great Jehovah's praisa ! 

All praise to him belongs, 
"Who kindly lengthens ont our days, 

Demands our choicest songs : 
His providence hath brought usthrongh 

Another various year ; 
We all with vows and anthems new 

Before our God appear. 

3 Father, thy mercies past we own, 

Thy still continued care : 
To thee presenting, through thy Son, 

Whate'er we have or are : 
Our lips and lives shall gladly show 

The wonders of thy love, 
"While on in Jesus' steps we go 

To seek thy face above. 

3 Our residue of days or hours, 

Thine, wholly thine, shall be ; 
And all our consecrated powers 

A sacrifice to thee ; 
Till Jesus in the clouds appear 

To saints on earth forgiven. 
And bring the grand sabbatic year, 

The jubilee of heaven. 

Charles Wesley. 

•712 S. M. 

i O Lord, in mercy spare 

The herbage of the field ; 
And, under thy paternal care. 
May it abundance yield, 


2 Restrain the burning ray, 

And grant refreshing rains ; 
Restore the verdure from decay, 
And drench the parched plains. 

3 Then we our praise will shovr 

To our preserver. God ; 
Our songs of melody shall flow, 
And spread his name abroad. 

Benjamin Beddome, 

713 C. M. 

1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, 

Who makes the earth his care ; 
Visits the pastures every spricg, 
And bids the grass appear. 

2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high, 

Pour out at his command 
Their wat'ry blessings from the sky. 
To cheer the thirsty land. 

3 The softened ridges of the field 

Permit the corn to spring ; 

The valleys rich provision yield, 

And the poor lab'rers sing. 

4 The little hills on every side 

Rejoice at falling showers ; 
The meadows, dressed in all their pride. 
Perfume the air with flowers. 

5 The various months thy goodness crowns: 

How bounteous are thy ways ! 
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, 
And shepherds shout thy praise. 

Isaac iVattj. 



714 7s. 

1 See the corn again in ear, 

How the fields and valleys smile I 
Harvest now is drawing near, 
To repay the farmer's toil. 

2 Gracious Lord, secnre the crop, 

Satisfy the poor with food : 
In thy mercy is our hope, 

We have sinned, but thou art good. 

3 Let the praise be all the Lord's, 

As the benefit is ours : 
He in season still afibrds 
Kindly heat and gentle showers. 

4 By his care the produce thrives, 

Waving o'er the furrowed lands; 
And when harvest-time arrives, 
Ready for the reaper stands. 

Jokn Newton, 

1'15 8s, 78. 

1 See the leaves around us falling, 

Dry and withered, to the ground, 
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 
In a sad and solemn sound : 

2 ' ' Youth, on length of days presuming, 

Who tlie paths of pleasure tread, 

View us, late in beauty blooming. 

Numbered now among the dead. 

8 " What though yet no losses grieve you- 
Gay with health and many a grace — 
Let not cloudless skies deceive you : 
Summer gives to autumn place." 


4 On the Tree of Life eternal, 

Lord, let all our hopes be stayed! 
This alone, forever vernal, 
Bears a leaf that shall not fade . 

George Hornt. 

716 L. M. 

1 Eternal Source of every joy. 
Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
While in thy temple we appear, 
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 

2 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days. 
Demand successive song-s of praise : 
Still be the cheerful homage paid 

With op'ning light and evening shade. 

3 Here in thy house shall incense rise. 
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes ; 
Still will we make thy mercies known 
Around thy board, around our own. 

4 O may our more harmonious tongue 
In worlds unknown pursue the song ; 
And in those brighter courts adore. 
Where days and years revolve no more ! 

Fkilip Doddridge 

nn c. M. 

1 Come, let ns use the grace divine, 

And all, with one accord. 
In a perpetual cov'nant join 
Ourselves to Christ the Lord,- 

2 Give up ourselves, through Jesus' power. 

His name to glorify ; 
And promise, in this"^ sacred hour, 
For Grod to live and die. 
33 513 


3 The cov'nant we this moment make, 

Be ever kept in mind : 
We will no more our God forsake, 
Or cast his words behind. 

4 We never -will throw off his fear, 

Who hears our solemn vow ; 
And if thou art well pleased to hear, 
Come down, and meet us now ! 

5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Let all oar hearts receive ; 

Present with the celestial host 

The peaceful cmswer give. 

6 To each the cov'nant blood apply, 

Which takes our sins away ; 
And register our names on high. 
And keep us to that day. 

Charles JVesley, 

718 c. M. 

1 And now, my soul, another year 

Of thy short life is past ; 

I cannot long continue here, 

And this may be my last. 

2 Awake, my soul ! with utmost care 

Thy true condition learn : 
What are thy hopes ? how sure? how Mr? 
What is thy great concern? 

3 Behold, another year begins ! 

Set out afresh for heaven ; 
Seek pardon for thy former sins, 
In Christ so freely given. 


Devoutly yield thyself to God, 
And on his grace depend ; 

"With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 
Nor doubt a happy end. 

Simon Brovjm- 

719 s M 

1 Thou Judge of quick and dead. 

Before whose bar severe. 
With holy joy, or guilty dread, 
"We all shall soon appear, 

2 Our cautioned souls prepare 

For that tremendous day. 
And fill us now with watchful care. 
And stir us up to pray : 

3 To pray, and wait the hour. 

That awful hour unknown, 
"When, robed in majesty and power, 
Thou shalt from heaven come down, 

4 Th' immortal Son of man, 

To judge the human race, 
With all thy Father's dazzling train, 
With all thy glorious grace. 

5 O may we all be found, 

Obedient to his word : 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound 
And looking for our Lord ! 

6 O may we thus insure 

A lot among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 
An everlasting rest ! 

Ckarlet Wesley. 


1120 L. M. 

1 O KiGHTEOUS God, thou Judge supreme, 
We tremble at thy dreadful name ! 
And all our crying guilt we own, 

In dust and tears, before thy throne. 

2 Justly might this polluted land 
Prove all the vengeance of thy hand ; 
And, bathed in heaven, thy sword might 

To drink our blood, and seal our doom. 

3 Yet hast thou not a remnant here, 
Whose souls are filled with pious fear ? 
O bring thy wonted mercy nigh, 
While prostrate at thy feet they lie ! 

4 Behold their tears, attend their moan, 
Nor turn away their secret groan : 
With these we join our humble prayer. 
Our nation shield, our country spare. 

Philip Doddridge. 

731 c. M. 

1 Lord, while for all mankind we pray. 

Of every clime and coast, 
O hear us for our native land — 
The land we love the most ! 

2 O guard our shores from every foe ! 

With peace our borders bless. 
Our cities with prosperity. 
Our fields with plenteousnesa. 


3 Here may religion shed her light 

On days of rest and toil ; 

And piety and virtue reign, 

And bless our native soil. 

4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee 

Our country we commend ; 
Be thou her refuge and her trust. 
Her everlasting Friend ! 

JohnR. Wre/ord. 

733 8s, 7s. 

1 Deead Jehovah ! God of nations ! 

From thy temple in the skies, 

Hear thy people's supplications ; 

Now for their deliverance rise. 

2 Lo ! with deep contrition turning. 

In thy holy place we bend ; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning; 
Hear us, spare us, and defend. 

3 Though OUT sins, our hearts confounding, 

Long and loud for vengeance call, 
Thou hast mercy more abounding ; 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

4 Let that mercy veil transgression ; 

Let that })lood our guilt eftace : 

Save thy people from oppression ; 

Save from spoil thy holy pla^-e. 

Thomas Cotterill. 

733 s. M. 

1 Theough all the lofty sky, 

Through all th' inferior ground, 
Th' Almighty Maker shines confessed, 
And pours his blessings round 


2 Each year the teeming earth 

With flowers and fruits is crowned ; 
And grass, and herbs, and harvests groW; 
And send their joys around. 

3 The world of waters yields 

A rich supply of food, 
And distant lands their treasures send 
Upon the rolling flood. 

4 To serve and bless our land 

The elements conspire ; 
And mercies mix themselves with earth, 
With ocean, air, and fire. 

5 O that the sons of men 

To God their songs would raise, 
And celebrate his power and love 
In never-ceasing praise ! 

Thomas Gibbons. 

124: 7S. D. 

1 Peaise to Grod, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ! 
Bounteous source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 
For the blessings of the field, 

For the stores the gardens yield; 
For the fruits in full supply, 
Ripened 'neath the summer sky: — 

2 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich, o'erflowing stores j 


These to thee, O God, ^e owe. 
Source ^rheuce all our blessings flow, 
And for these our souls now raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

Anna Laeiitia Barbauld. 

125 73. D. 

1 Swell the anthem, raise the song.; 
Praises to our God belong ; 
Saints and angels join to sing 
Praises to our heavenly King. 
Blessings from his lib'ral hand 
Flow around this happy land : 
Kept by him, no foes annoy ; 
Peace and freedom we enjoy. 

2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway 
May we cheerfully obey; 
Never feel oppression's rod, 
Ever own and worship God. 
Hark I the voice of nature sings 
Praises to the King of kings ; 
Let us join the choral song, 
And the grateful notes prolong. 

Nathan Strong. Alt. 

726 L. M. 

1 We thank thee. Lord of heaven and earth, 
Who hast preserved us from our birth ; 
Redeemed us oft from death and dread, 
And with thy gifts our table spread. 

2 We thank thee for thy still small voice, 
Which oft has checked our wayward 

choice ; 
For life preserved, for senses clear. 
And for our friendships, doubly dear. 


3 Thy providence has been our stay, 
When other helps were far away ; 

Our constant guide through every stage, 
From infancy to riper age. 

4 How shall we half our task fulfill? 
We thank thee for thy mind and will, 
For present joys, for blessings past, 
And for the hope of heaven at last. 


"327 L. M. 

1 Great God of nations, now to thee 

Our hymn of gratitude we raise ; 
With humble heart, and bending knee, 
We offer thee our song of praise. 

2 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, 

And casts her soft and hallowed ray ; 
Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide 
In safety through their dang'rous way. 

3 We praise thee that the gospel's light 

Through all our land its radiance sheds ; 
Dispels the shades of error's night. 
And heavenly blessings round us 

4 Great God. preserve ns in thy fear ; 

In danger still our guardian be ; 
O spread thy truth's bright precepts here ; 
Let all the people worship thee ! 

Alfred A. Woodhull. Alt. 

1 My country ! 'tis of thee. 
Sweet land of liberty, 
Of thee I sing: 


Land -where my fathers died ! 
Land of the Pilgrims" pride I 
From every mountain side 
Let freedom ring '. 

2 My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble, free, 

Thy name I love ; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills, 

Like that above. 

3 Let music swell the breeze. 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song : 
Let mortal tongues awake ; 
Let all that breathe partake ; 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

4 Our Fathers' God, to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee we sing ; 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light ; 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King. 

Samuel Francis Smiths 

739 6s, 4s. 

1 God bless our native land I 
Firm may she ever stand. 

Through storm and night : 
'^Tien the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of wind and wave. 
Do thou our country save 
By thy great might ! 


2 For her our prayer shall rise 
To God, above the skies ; 

On him we wait : 
Thou who art ever nigh, 
Guarding with watchful eye, 
To thee aloud we cry, 

God save the State i 

From the German. Tr. by Charles T. Brooks. 
Ml. hy J. S.Dwi^hi. 


730 7s. D. 

1 Lord, whom winds and seas obey, 
Guide us through the wat'ry way; 
In the hollow of thy hand 
Hide, and bring us safe to land. 
Jesus, let our faithful mind 
Rest, on thee alone reclined : 
Every anxious thought repress, 
Keep our souls in perfect peace. 

2 Keep the souls whom now we leave ; 
Bid them to each other cleave ; 

Bid them walk on life's rough sea ; 
Bid them come by faith to thee. 
Save, till all these tempests end, 
All who on thy love depend ; 
Waft our happy spirits o'er ; 
Land us on the heavenly shore. 

Charles Wesley. 


731 c. M. 

1 Kovv are thy servants blessed, O Lord, 

How sure is their defense ! 

Eternal Wisdom is their guide, 

Their help, Omnipotence ! 

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Sujjported by thy care, 
Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne, 

High on the broken -waye, — 
They know thou art not slow to hear, 
Kor impotent to save. 

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will : 
The sea that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is still. 

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
We'll praise thee for thy mercies pavSt, 
And humbly hope for more. 

6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be : 
And death, when death shall be our lot 
Shall join our souls to thee. 

Josejih Addison.. 




732 S.M. D. 

1 Jesus, we look to thee, 

Thy promised presence claim ; 
Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 

Assembled iu thy name ; 
Thy name salvation is, 

Which here we come to prove : 
Thy name is life, and health, and peace 

And everlasting love. 

2 Not in the name of pride 

Or selfishness we meet ; 
From nature's paths we turn aside, 

And worldly thoughts forget : 
"We meet the grace to take 

Which thou hast freely given ; 
We meet on earth for thy dear sake, 

That we may meet in heaven. 

3 Present we know thou art ; 

But, O, thyself reveal ! 
Now, Lord, let everv^ bounding heart 

The mighty comfort feel ! 
O may thy quick 'ning voice 

The death of sin remove ; 
And bid our inmost souls rejoice 

In hope of perfect love ! 

Charles Wesley. 



733 c. M 

1 All praise to our redeeming Lord, 

Who joins us by his grace, 
And bids us, each to each restored, 
Together seek his face. 

2 He bids ns build each other up ; 

And. gathered into one, 
To our high calling's glorious hope 
We hand in hand go on. 

3 The gift which he on one bestows, 

We all delight to prove ; 
The grace through every vessel flows, 
In purest streams of love. 

4 We all partake the joy of one, 

The common peace we feel, 
A peace to sensual minds unknown, 
A joy unsi)eakable. 

5 And if our fellowship below 

In Jesus be so sweet. 
What height of rapture shall we know 
When round his throne we meet ! 

Charles Wesley. 

734 c. M. 

1 Our God is love ; and all his saints 

His image bear below : 
The heart with love to God inspired , 
With love to man will glow. 

2 Teach us to love each other, Lord, 

As we are loved by thee ; 
None who are truly bom of God 
Can live in enmity. 


3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss, 

Our hopes and fears the same. 
With bonds of love our hearts uuite. 
With mutual love inflame. 

4 So may the unbelieving world 

See how true Christians love ; 

And glorify our Saviour's grace, 

And seek that grace to prove. 

Thomas Cotterili. 
735 C. M. 

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 

When those who love the Lord 
In one another's peace delight, 
And so fulfill his word \ 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part ! 
When sorrow flows from eye to eye 
And joy from heart to heart ! 

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 

Our wishes all above, 
Each can his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love ! 

4 Let love, in one delightful stream, 

Through every bosom flow, 
And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glow. 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 

The happy souls above; 
And he's an heir of heaven who finds 
His bosom glow with love. 

Joseph Sivnin. 



736 L. M. 

1 Saviour of all, to thee we boTv, 

And own thee faithful to thy vrord : 
"We hear thy voice, and open now 
Our hearts to entertain our Lord. 

2 Come in, come in, thou heavenly Guest, 

Delight in what thyself hast given : 
On thy own gifts and graces feast, 
And make the contrite heart thy heaven. 

3 Smell the sweet odor of our prayers, 

Our sacrifice of praise approve ; 

And treasure up our gracious tears. 

And rest in thy redeeming love. 

4 O let us on thy fullness feed ! 

And eat tJiy flesh, and drink thy blood ! 
Jesns, thy blood is drink indeed, 
Jesus, thy flesh is angels' food. 

Charles Wesley, 

737 73. D. 

1 Come, and let us sweetly join, 
Christ to praise in hymns divine ! 
Give we all with one accord 
Glory to our common Lord ; 
Hands, and hearts, and voices, raise 
Sing as in the ancient days : 
Antedate the joys above ; 
Celebrate the feast of love. 

2 Strive we, in affection strive : 
Let the purer flame revive, 
Such as in the martyrs glowed. 
Dying champions for their God. 



We for Christ, onr Master, stand, 
Lights in a benighted land ; 
"We our dying Lord confess, 
We are Jesus' witnesses. 

Witnesses that Christ hath died : 
We with him are crucified : 
Christ hath burst the bands of death, 
We liis quick 'niug Spirit breatlie : 
Christ is now gone up on high ; 
Thither all our wishes fly; — 
Sits at God's right hand above ; 
There with him we reign in love ! 

Charles Wesley. 

•738 s. M. 

1 Like Noah's weary dove, 

That soared the earth around, 
But not a resting place above 
The cheerless waters found, — 

2 O cease, my wand' ring soul, 

On restless wing to roam ; 
All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

3 Behold the ark of God, 

Behold the open door ; 
Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

4 There, safe shalt thou abide. 

There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied. 
With full salvation blest. 

William Augustus Muhlenberg. 


1'39 C. M. 

1 Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep, 

To thee for help we fly : 
Thy little flock in safety keep ! 
For O ! the wolf is nigh ! 

2 He comes, of hellish malice fall, 

To scatter, tear, and slay; 
He seizes every straggling soul 
As his own lawful prey. 

3 Us into thy protection take, 

And gather with thy arm : 

Unless the fold we first forsake, 

The wolf can never harm. 

4 "We laugh to scorn his cruel power, 

"While by our Shepherd's side; 
The sheep he never can devour, 
Unless he first divide. 

5 O do not suffer him to part 

The souls that here agTee; 
But make us of one mind and heart 
And keep us one in thee ! 

6 Together let us sweetly live, 

Together let us die ; 
And each a starry crown receive. 
And reign above the sky. 

Charles Wesley. 

740 c. M. 

1 Happy the souls to Jesns joined. 
And saved by grace alone; 
Walking in all his ways, they find 

Their heaven on earth begun. 
34 529 


2 The Church triumphant in thy love, 

Their mighty joys we know; 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
And we in hymns below. 

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, 

And bow before thy throne; 
We, in the kingdom of thy grace: 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The holy to the holiest leads ; 

From thence our spirits rise ; 
And he that in thy statutes treads, 
Shall meet thee in the skies. 

Charles Wesley. 

741 106,11s. 

1 O TELL me no more Of this world's vain 

The time for such trifles with me now is 

A country I've found Where true joys 

To dwell I'm determined on that happy 


2 The souls that believe, In paradise live, 
And me in that number will Jesus 

receive : 
My soul don't delay — He calls thee away, 
Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the 

glad day. 

3 No mortal doth know What he can 

What light, strength, and comfort — go 
after Mm, go : 



Lo, onward I move To a city above, 
None guesses how wondrous my journey 
will prove. 

4 Great spoils I shall win From death, 

hell, and sin, 
Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ 

within ; 
And when I'm to die. Receive me, I'll 

For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot tell 


5 But this I do find, We two are so joined, 
He'll not live in glory and leave me 

behind : 
So this is the race I'm running through 

Henceforth —till admitted to see my 

Lord's face. 

John Gatnbold, 

742 c. M. 

1 Jesus, united by thy grace, 

And each to each endeared, 
With confidence we seek thy face, 
And know our prayer is heard. 

2 Still let us own our common Lord, 

And bear thine easy yoke ; 
A band of love, a threefold cord, 
Which never can be broke. 

3 Tilake us into one spirit drink ; 

Baptize into thy name ; 
And let us always kindly think, 
And sweetly speak, the same. 


4 Touched by the loadstone of thy love, 

Let all our hearts agree ; 
And ever toward each other move, 
And ever move toward thee. 

5 To thee inseparably joined, 

Let all our spirits cleave : 

O may Tve all the loving mind 

That was in thee receive ! 

6 Yet when the fullest joy is given, 

The same delight we prove : 
In earth, in paradise, in heaven, 
Our all in all is love. 

Charles Wesley. 

43 7s. D. 

1 Christ, from whom all blessings flow. 
Perfecting the saints below. 

Hear us who thy nature share, 
Who thy mystic body are. 
Join us, in one spirit join, 
Let us still receive of thine : 
Still for more on thee we call, 
Thou who fillest all in all ! 

2 Move, and actuate, and guide : 
Divers gifts to each divide : 
Placed according to thy will, 
Let us all our work fulfill : 
Never from our office move, 
Needful to each other prove ;— 
Let us daily growth receive, 
More and more in Jesus live. 



3 Sweetly may we all agree, 
Touched with softest sympathy ; 
Kindly for each other care ; 
Every member feel its share. 
Many are we now and one, 
We who Jesus have put on : 
Names, and sects, and parties, fall : 
Thou, O Christ, art all in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

744 7s. D. 

1 Fathee, at thy footstool see 
Those who now are one in thee! 
Draw us by thy grace alone : 
Give, O give us to thy Son. 
Jesus, Friend of human kind 
Let ns in thy name be joined \ 
Each to each unite and bless, 
Keep us still in perfect peace. 

2 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove, 
Shed thy overshadowing love ; 
Love, the sealing grace, impart ; 
Dwell witb-in our single heart. 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Be to us what Adam lost : 

Let us in thine image rise ; 
Give us back our paradise ! 

Charles Wesley. 

745 11==. 

1 Mid scenes of confusion and creature 
How sweet to the soul is communion 
with saints ; 



To find at the banquet of mercy tliere's 

And feel in the presence of Jesus at 
Honi,e, home, sweet, sweet home! 
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for heaven, 
my home. 

2 Svreet bonds that unite all the children 

of peace ! 
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love 

cauuot cease ! 
Though oft from thy presence in sadness 

I roam, 
I long to behold thee in glory at home. 

3 While here in the valley of conflict I 

O give me submission, and strength as 

my day ; 
In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
Eejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 

4 "^Tiate'er thou deniest, O give me thy 

The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of 

thy face ; 
Endure me with patience to wait at thy 

And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of 


5 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to 

shiue ; 
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine; 


And iu thy dear image arise from the 

"With glorified millions to praise thee at 


David Denham. 

746 7s. 

1 God of love, that hear'st the prayer, 
Kindly for thy people care, 

"Who on thee alone depend : 
Love ns, save ns to the end. 

2 Save ns in the prosp'rous hour. 
From the flatt'ring tempter's power ; 
From his unsuspected wiles. 

From the world's pernicious smiles. 

3 Never let the world l^reak in, 
Fix a mighty gnlf between : 
Keep us humble and unknown, 
Prized and loved by God alone. 

4 Let us still to thee look up, • 
Thee, thy Israel's strength and hope; 
Nothing know, or seek, beside 
Jesus, and him crucified. 

Charles Wesley. 

747 c. M. 

1 Giver of concord, Prince of peace, 

Meek, lamb-like Son of God, 
Bid our unruly passions cease, 
By thine atoning blood. 

2 "Us into closest union draw. 

And in our inward parts 
Let kindness sweetly write her law. 
And love command our hearts. 


3 Saviour, look down with pitying eyes, 

Our jarring wills control; 
Let cordial, kind affections rise, 
And harmonize the soul. 

4 O let us find the ancient way, 

Our wond'ring foes to move, 
And force the heathen world to say, 
"See how these Christians love ! " 

Charles Wesley. 

748 c. M. 

1 Lo ! what an entertaining sight 

Are brethren who agree ! 
Brethren whose cheerful hearts unite 
In hands of piety ! 

2 When streams of love, from Christ, the 

Descend to every soul, [spring, 

And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, 
Shades and bedews the whole. 

3 'Tis like the oil, di^inely sweet, 

On Aaron's rev'rend head ; 
The trickling drops perfumed his feet, 
And o'er his garments spread. 

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews 

That fall on Zion's hill ; 
Where God his mildest glory shows 
And makes his grace distill. 

Isaac Waits. 

749 7s. D. 

i People of the living God, 

I have sought the world around, 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found : 


Now to Tou my spirit turns — 

Turns, a fugitive uuhlest : 
Brethren, where your altar bums, 

O receive me into rest. 

Lonely, I no longer roam, 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave 
Where you dwell shall he my home, 

Where you die shall be my grave : 
Mine the God whom you adore, 

Your Redeemer shall be mine; 
Earth can fill my soul no more, 

Every idol I resign. 

James Montgomery. 

T50 c. M. 

1 Tey us, O Gk)d, and search the ground 

Of every sinful heart : 
TV^ate'er of sin in us is found, 
O bid it all depart ! 

2 When to the right or left we stray, 

Leave us not comfortless ; 
But guide our feet into the way 
Of everlasting peace. 

3 Help us to help each other. Lord, 

Each other's cross to bear : 

Let each his friendly aid afford. 

And feel his brother's care. 

4 Help us to build each other up, 

Our little stock improve: 
Increase our faith, confirm our hope, 
And perfect us in love. 


5 Up into thee, our living Head, 

Let us in all things grow ; 
Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
And spotless here below. 

6 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 

Eeceive thy ready bride : 
Give us in heaven a happy lot 
With all the sanctified. 

Charles Wesley. 

751 s. M. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love : 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part. 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 


6 From sorrow, toil, and pain. 
And sin. "^e shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity-. 

John Fawceti. 

1152 c. M. 

1 GrOD of all consolation, take 

The glory of thy grace ! 
Thy gifts to thee we render back 
In ceaseless songs of praise — 

2 Through thee we now together came 

In singleness of heart : 
We met, O Jesus, in thy name, 
And in thy name we part. 

3 We part in body, not in mind ; 

Our minds continue one ; 
And each to each in Jesus joined, 
We hand in hand go on. 

4 Subsists as in us all one soul ; 

No power can make us twain ; 
And mountains rise, and oceans roll, 
To sever us in vain. 

5 Our life is hid with Christ in God ! 

Our life shall soon appear. 

And shed his gloi^' all abroad 

Ou all his members here. 

6 Then let us lawfully contend, 

And fight our passage through, — 
Bear in our faithful minds the end. 
And keep the prize in ^iew. 

Charles V/esley. 



753 c. M. 

1 Witness, ye men aud angels, now, 

Before the Lord we speak : 
To him we make our solemn vow, 
A vow we dare not break, — 

2 That long as life itself shall last, 

Ourselves ix) Christ we yield ; 
Nor from his cause will we depart, . 
Or ever quit the field. 

3 We trust not in our native strength, 

But on his grace rely, 
That, with retuniing wants, the Lord 
Will all our need supply. 

4 O guide our doubtful feet aright. 

And keep us in thy ways ; 
And while we turn our vows to prayers, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise. 

Benjamin Beddovie. 

754 c. M. D. 

1 Our souls, by love together knit, 

Cemented, Vixed in one, ^ 
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 

'Tis heaven on earth begun. 
Our hearts have burned while Jesus spoke 

And glowed with sacred fire. 
He stopped, and talked, and fed, and 

And filled th' enlarged desire. 

2 We're soldiers fighting for our God, 

Let trembling cowards fly ; 
We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fixed, 


TVitb Christ to live and die. 
Let devils rage, and liell assail, 

"We'll fight our passage through; 
Let foes unite, and friends desert, 

"We'll seize the crown in view. 

The little cloud increases still, 

The heavens are big with rain ; 
"We wait to catch the teeming shower. 

And all its moisture drain : 
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows, 

But pour the mighty flood : 
O sweep the nations, shate the earth. 

Till all proclaim thee God ! 

4 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, 

And sett' St thy starry crown — 
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, 

Proclaimed 'by thee thine own — 
May we, a little hand of love, 

We sinners, saved by grace. 
From glory into glory changed. 

Behold thee face to face. 

WilUam Edward Miller. 

755 c. M. B. 

1 Lift up your hearts to things above, 
Ye foU'wers of the Lamb, 
And join with us to praise bis love, 

And glorify his name. 
To Jesus' name give thanks and sing, 

"Whose mercies never end : 
Eejoice ! rejoice ! the Lord is King ! 
The King is now our friend ! 


We for his sake count all things loss, 

On earthly good look down ; 
And joyfully sustain the cross, 

Till we receive the crown. 
O let us stir each other up, 

Our faith by works t' approve. 
By holy, purifying hope, 

And the sweet task of love. 

Charles Wesley, 




756 7s. 

1 LoED, vre come before thee now, 
At thy feet we humbly bow ; 

O do not our suit disdain I 

Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; 
In compassion now descend ; 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 

3 In thine own appointed way. 
Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
Lord, we know not how to go 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

4 Send some message from thy word, 
That may joy and peace aflford ; 
Let thy Spirit now impart 

Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
Let the time of joy return : 

Those that are cast down lift up, 
Make them strong in faith and hope. 


6 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee a gracious G<)d, and kind ; 
Heal the sick, the captive free ; 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

William Hammond. 

757 L. M. 

1 Blest hour, TS'hen mortal man retires 
To hold communion with his God ; 
To send to heaven his warm desires, 
And listen to the sacred vrord. 

% Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh. 
Well pleased his people's voice to hear: 
To hush the penitential sigh. 

And wipe away the mourner's tear. 

3 Blest hour, for where the Lord resorts, 

Foretastes of future bliss are given ; 
And mortals find his earthly courts 
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 

4 Hail, peaceful hour ! supremely blest 

Amid the hours of worldly care ; 
The hour that yields the spirit rest, 
That sacred hour, the hour of prayer. 

5 And when my hours of prayer a,re past, 

And this frail tenement decays, 

Then may I spend in heaven at last 

A never-ending hour of praise. 

ThofKas Raffles. 

758 c. M. 

1 There is an eye that never sleeps 
Beneath the shades of night; 
Tliere is an ear that never shuts, 
When sink the beams of light. 


2 There is an arm that never tires, 

When human strength gi"^es way ; 
There is a love that never fails, 
When earthly loves decay. 

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ; 

That arm upholds the sky ; 
That ear is liiled with angel song:s ; 
That love is throned on high. 

4 But there's a power which man can wield, 

When mortal aid is vain, 
That eye, that arm, that love to reach. 
That list'ning ear to gain. 

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, 

Through Jesus, to the throne. 
And moves the hand which moves the 
To bring salvation down. [world , 

John Aikman Wallace. 

759 c. M. D. 

1 Why. dearest Lord, can I not pray, 

And why am I not free? 
Unmannerly distractions come, 

And force my thoughts from thee. 
The world that looks so dull ail day 

Crowds on my mind at prayer, 
And plans that no thought but then 

Wake up and meet me there. 

2 I cannot pray; yet. Lord, thou know'st 

The pain it is to me 
To have my vainly struggling thoughts 
Thus torn awav from thee. 
35 ^545 


Had I, dear Lord, no pleasure found 

But in the thought of thee, 
Prayer would have come unsought, and 

A truer liberty. [been 

3 Yet thou art often present, Lord, 

In weak, distracted prayer ; 
A sinner out of heart with self 

Most often finds thee there. 
For prayer that humbles sets the soul 

From all illusions free. 
And teaches it how utterly, 

Dear Lord, it hangs on thee. 

4 My Saviour, why should I complain. 

And why fear aught but sin ? 
Distractions are but outward things, 

Thy peace dwells far within. 
These surface troubles come and go 

Like rufdings of the sea ; 
The deeper depth is out of reach 

To all, my God, but thee. 

Frederick William Feier 

760 c. M. 

1 See, Jesns, thy disciples see, 

The promised blessing give! 
Met in thy name, we look to thee, 
Expecting to receive. 

2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord, 

Who in thy name are joined ; 
We wait according to thy word, 
Thee in the midst to find. 


3 With us thou art assembled here, 

But O thyself reveal! 
Son of the living God, appear i 
Let us thy presence feel. 

4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day. 

And these dry bones shall live ; 
Speak peace into our hearts, and sav 
' • The Holy Ghost receive. ' ' 

Charles V/esley. 

761 s. M. 

1 The pra\-ing spirit breathe, 

The vratohing povrer impart ; 
From all entanglements beneath 
Call off my anxious heart. 

2 My feeble mind sustain, 

By worldly thoughts oppressed ; 
Appear, and bid me turn again 
To my eternal rest, 

3 Swift to my rescue come. 

Thine own this moment seize ; 
Gatiier my wand' ring spirit home, 
And keep in perfect peace. 

4 Suffered no more to rove 

O'er all the earth abroad. 
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, 
And shut me up in God. 

Charles Wesley. 

762 s. M. 

1 Our Heavenly Father, hear 
The prayer we offer now : 
Thy name be hallowed far and near ; 
To thee all nations bow. 


2 Thy kingdom come ; thy will 

On earth be done in love, 
As saints and seraphim fulfill 
Thy perfect lavv' above. 

3 Our daily bread supply 

While by thy word we live ; 
The guilt of our iniquity 
Forgive, as we forgive. 

4 From dark temptation's power. 

From Satan's wiles, defend ; 
Deliver in the evil hour, 
And guide us to the end. 

5 Thine shall forever be 

Glory and power divine ; 
, The scepter, throne, and majesty, 
Of heaven and earth, are thine. 

6 Thus humbly taught to pray 

By thy beloved Son, 
Through him we come to thee, and say, 
"All for his sake be done." 

James Montgomery, 

T63 s. M. 

1 To God your every want 

In instant prayer display : 
Pray always ; pray, and never faint ; 
PVay. without ceasing, pray. 

2 His mercy now implore ; 

And now show forth his praise; 
In shouts, or silent awe, adore 
His miracles of grace, 



3 Pour out your souls to God, 

And bow them with your knees ; 
And spread your hearts and hands abroad. 
And pray for Sion's peace. 

4 Your guides and brethren bear 

Forever on your mind ; 
Extend the arms of mighty prayer, 
In grasping all mankind. 

Ckarles Wesley. 

764 c. M- 

1 Shepheed Divine, our wants relieve, 

In this our e\i] day : 
To all thy tempted foli'v.ei-s give 
The power to watch aijd pray. 

2 Long as our fiery trials last, 

Long as the cross we bear, 
O let our souls on thee be cast 
In never-ceasing prayer ! 

3 The Spirit of interceding grace 

Give us in faith to claim ; 
To wrestle till we see thy face, 
And know thy hidden ii.ime. 

4 Till thou thy perfect love impart, 

Till thou thyself bestow. 
Be this the crv' of every heart — 
I will not let thee go : — 

5 I will not let thee go unless 

Thou tell thy name to me. 
With all thy great salvation bless, 
And make me all like thee. 


6 Then let me, on the monntain-top, 
Behold thy open face ; 
Where faith in sight is swallowed up, 
And prayer in endless praise. 

Charles Wesley. 

765 CM. 

1 My God, my God, to thee I cry ; 

Thee only would I know ; 
The purifying blood apply. 
And wash me white as snow. 

2 Touch me, and make the leper clean ; 

Purge my iniquity : 
Unless thou wash my soul from sin, 
I have no part in thee. 

3 But art thou not already mine? 

Answer, if mine thou art ! 
"Whisper within, thou Love divine, 
Ajid cheer my drooping heart. 

4 Behold ! for me the Victim bleeds, 

His wounds are open wide ; 
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads, 
And speaks me justified. 

Charles Wesley. 

766 . L. M. 

1 What various hind' ranees we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer 
But wishes to be often there'? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- 

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
Gives exercise to faith and love ; 
Brings every blessing from above. 


3 Restraining prayer, vre cease to fight ; 
PrayerniakestheChristian'sarinor bright; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

ni Have you no words? Ah! think again: 
Words liow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To Heaven in supplication sent, 
Your cheerful s3Dg would oft'ner be, 
"Hear what the Lord has done for me." 

IVilliam CowJ^jr. 

767 L. M. 

1 Feom every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat : 

'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads ; 

A place than all besides more sweet : 
It is the blood-bought mercy -seat. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend : 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
When tempted , desolate, dismayed ; 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat? 



5 There, there on eagle -wings we soar, 
And sin and sense molest no more ; 
And heaven comes down our souls togreetj 
While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

Hugh Stowell. 

768 L. M. 

1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art fomiil. 
And every place is haliovred ground. 

2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 

Such ever bring thee where they come, 
And, going, take thee to their home, 

3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
To strengthen faith and sweeten care: 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring aU heaven before our e^-es. 

William Co-wpcr. 

769 c. M. 

1 Prayee is the soul's sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 


3 Praj-er is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air : 
His watch-word at the gates of death ■, 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 

Keturning from his ways, 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, " Behold, he prays ! " 

6 O Thon, by whom we come to God, 

The Life, the Truth, the Way ! 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod : 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 

James Montgomery, 

770 c. M. 

1 FouxTAix of life, to all belo.v 

Let thy salvation roll ; 
Writer, replenish, and o'erflow. 
Every belieAing soul. 

2 Lato that happy number, Lord, 

Us weary sinners take ; 
Jesus, fulfill thy gracious word. 
For thine ovy-n mercy's sake. 

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide 

And we shall flow to thee, 
While dov>m the stream of time we glide 
To our eternity. 



The ■w^ell of life to ns thou art, 

Of joy the swelling flood ; 
Wafted by thee, with willing heart, 

We swift retnrn to God. 

We soon shall reach the boundless sea, 

Into tliy fallness fall ; 
Be lost and swallowed up in thee, 

Our God, our all in all. 

Charles Wesley. 

771 C. M. 

1 Being of beings, God of love. 

To thee our hearts we raise ; 
Thy all-sustaining power we prove. 
And gladly sing thy praise. 

2 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to be, 

Our sacrifice receive ; 
Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, 
To thee ourselves we give. 

3 Heavenward our every wish aspires. 

For all thy mercy's store ; 
The sole return thy love requires 
Is, that we ask for more. 

4 For more we ask ; we open then 

Our hearts t' embrace thy will : 
Turn , and beget us, Lord, again ; 
With all thy fullness fill. 

5 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love 

Shed in our hearts abroad ; 

So shall we ever live and move, 

And be, with Chiist in God. 

Charles Wesley. 


773 L. M. 

1 Geeat God, indulge my humble ciaim, 

Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
The glories that compose thy name 
Stand all engaged to make me hlest. 

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise. 

Thou art my Father, and my God I 
And I am thine by sacred ties, 

Thy son, th> servant bought with blood, 

3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, 

For thee I long, to thee I look, 
As travelers in thirsty lands 

Pant for the cooling water brook. 

4 E'en life itself, without thy love, 

No lasting pleasure can afford ; 
Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove, 
If I were banished from thee, Lord ! 

5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 

While I have breath to pray or praise 

This work shall make my heart rejoice, 

And spend the remnant of my days. 

Isaac Watts. 

773 L. M. 

1 Wheee high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands. 
A great High Priest our nature wears, 
The guardian of mankind appears. . 

2 He who for men their surety stood. 
And poured on earth his precious blood , 
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan. 
The Saviour and the Friend of man. 


3 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of sorrows had a part ; 
He sympathizes in our grief, 

And to the suff 'rer sends relief. 

4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known ; 
And ask the aids of heavenly power, 
To help us in the evil hour ! 

Michael Bruce, 

774 L. M. 

1 Pbayes is appointed to convey 

The blessings God designs to give : 
Long as they live should Christians pray; 
They learn to pray when first they live. 

2 If pain afilict, or wrongs oppress ; 

If cares distract, or fears dismay ; 
If guilt deject, if sin distress ; 

In every case, still watch and pray. 

3 'Tis pra,yer supports the soul that's weak: 

Though thought be broken, language 
Pray, '\1 thou canst or canst not speak ; 
Bat pray with faith in Jesus' name. 

4 Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ; 

Make all thy waiits and wishes known; 
Fear not ; his merits must prevail : 
Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 

Joseph Hart 

775 c. M. 

1 Come quickly, gracious Lord, and take 
Possession of thine own ; 
My longing heart vo\ichsafe to make 
Thy everlasting throne. 


Assert thy claim, raaintain thy right, 

Come quickly from above ; 
And sink me to perfection's height, 

The depth of humble love. 

Oiarles IVesley, 

776 c. M. 

1 O BLESSED, blessed sounds of grace, 

Still echoing in my ear ! 
Glad is the hour, and loved the place — 
But whence ray sudden fear? 

2 What if a sternly righteous doom 

Have sealed this call my last? 
Before me -sicivness — death — a tomb ; 
Behind, th' unpardoned past. 

3 My Sabbath suns may all have set, 

My Sabbath scenes be o'er; 
The place, at least, where we are met. 
May know my steps no more. 

4 The prophet of the cross may ne'er 

Again preach peace to me ; 
The voice of interceding prayer 
A farewell voice may be. 

5 But, Saviour, canst thou say, "Farewell; 

Or, Holy Spirit, thou ? 
Or must I leave thy house for hell ? 

save me, save me now I 

6 While yet the life-proclaiming word 

Doth through my <;onscience thrill. 
Breathe life; and lo ! divinely stirred, 

1 can repent, I will. 

JVilliam Maclardie Bu;::iK^. 


777 s. M. 

1 Jksus, my strength, my hope, 

On thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 
And know thou hear'st my prayer. 

2 Give me on thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do, 
On thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew. 

3 I want a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 
The baits of pleasing ill ; 

4 A soul inured to pain. 

To hardship, grief, and loss. 
Bold to take up, firm to sustain, 
The consecrated cross. 

5 I want a godly fear, 

A quick-discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 
And sees the tempter fly ; 

6 A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care, 
Forever standing on its guard, 
And watching unto prayer. 

Charles iFesUy. 

778 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Come, thou long expected Jesus, 
Born to set thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee : 


Israel's Strength and Consolation. 

Hope of all the earth thou art — 
Dear Desire of everj nation, 

Joy of every longing heart. 

2 Bom thy people to deliver; 

Born a child, and yet a King ; 
Born to reign in xis forever. 

Now thy gracio^is kingdom bring : 
By thine own Eternal Spirit, 

Rale in all oar hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufScient merit, 

Eaise ua to thy glorious throne. 

'Charles Wesley, 

11^ S. M. 

1 O MAY thy powerful word 

Inspire a feeble worm 
To rush into thy kingdom, Lord, 
And take it as by storm ! 

2 O may we all improve 

The grace already given, 
To seize the crown of perfect love. 
And scale the mount of heaven ! 

Charles Wesley. 

780 c. M. 

1 There is no sorrow, Lord, too light 

To bring in prayer to thee : 
There is no anxious care too slight 
To wake thy sympathy. 

2 Thou who hast trod the thorny road 

TVilt share each small distress ; 
The love which bore the greater load 
Will not refuse the less. 


3 There is no secret sigh we breathe 

But meets thine ear di\'ine ; 
And every cross grows light beneath 
The shadow, Lord, of thine. 

4 Life's ills without, sin's strife within, 

The heart would overflow, 
Tiiit for that love which died for sin, 
That love which wept with woe. 

Jane Crewdson, 

781 C. M. 

1 Our Father, God, who arfc in heaven, 

All hallowed be thy name ; 
Thy kingdom come ; thy v/iil be done 
In heaven and earth the same. 

2 Give us this day our daily bread ; 

And as we those forgive 
Who sin against us, so may we 
Forgi\ang grace receive. 

3 Into temptation lead us not ; 

From evil set us free ; 
And thine the kingdom, thine the power 
And glory, ever be. 

Adoniram Judson. 

1'82 7s. 

1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare ; 
Jesus loves to answer prayer : 

He himself has bid thee pray, 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King ; 
Large petitions with thee bring ; 
For his grace and power are such. 
None c<an ever ask too much. 



3 With my bnrden I begin : 
Lord, remove this load of sin I 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt. 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest ; 
Take x>ossession of my breast : 
There thy blood-bought right maintain 
And without a rival reign. 

John NetutoK. 

783 7s. 

1 Lord. I cannot let thee go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow : 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 

2 Dost thou ask me who I am ? 

Ah ! my Lord, thou Icnow'st my name; 
Yet the question gives a plea 
To support my suit with thee. 

3 Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
In rebellion blindly bold, 
Scorn thy grace, thy power defy: 
That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 

4 Once a sinner, near despair, 
Sought thy mercy-sea fc by prayer ; 
Mercy heard, and set him free : 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

5 Many days have passed since then. 
Many changes I have seen ; 

Yet have been upheld till now ! 
Who could hold me up but thou? 
36 561 


6 Thou hast helped in every need ; 
This emlDoldens me to plead : 
After so much mercy past, 
Canst thon let me sink at last? 

7 No ; I must maintain my hold : 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take, 

When I plead for Jesus' sake. 

John NewtoH. 

784 7s. 

1 They who seek the throne of grace. 

./ Find that throne in every place ; \ 

If we live a life of prayer, 
God is present everywhere, 

2 In our sickness or our health, 
In our want or in our wealth, 
K we look to God in prayer, 
Grod is present everywhere. 

3 When our earthly comforts fail, 
When the foes of life prevail, 
'Tis the time for earnest prayer ; 
God is present ever^^where. 

4 Then, my soul, in every strait 
To thy Father come and wait ; 
He will answer every prayer ; 
God is present everywhere. 

Oliver Hoiden. Alt. 

785 7s. 

1 Light of life, seraphic fire. 
Love divine, thyself impart ; 
Every fainting soul inspire ; 
Shine in everv drooping heart. 


2 Every mournful sinner cheer ; 

Scatter all our guilty gloom ■ 
Son of God, appear i appear ! 
To thy human temples come. 

3 Come in this accepted hour : 

Bring thy heavenly kingdom in : 
Fill us with thy glorious power, 
Eooting out the seeds of sin. 

4 Kothing more can we require, 

v^^e will covet nothing less : 
Be thou all our hearts' desire, 
All our joy, and all our peace. 

Charles Wesley, 

"^^^ C. M. 

1 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One Grod in persons three. 
Bring hack the heavenly blessing lost, 
By all mankind and me. 

2 Thy favor and thy nature too, 

To me, to all restore : 
Forgive, and after God renew, 
And keep ns evermore. 

3 Eternal Sun of righteousness, 

Display thy beams divine. 
And cause the glories of thy face 
Upon my heart to shine. 

4 Light, in thy light, O may I see. 

Thy grace and mercy prove ! 
Eevived, and cheered, and blessed bvthee^ 
The God of pardoning love. 


5 Lift lip thy coiuitenaucc serene, 

And let thy happy child 
Behold, without a cloud between, 
The Godhead reconciled. 

6 That all-comprising peace bestow 

On me, through grace forgiven: 
The joys of holiness below. 
And then the joys of heaven ! 

Charles Wesley 

78T 8s, 7s. 

1 Saviour, visit thy plantation. 

Grant uSj, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
All -will come to desolation, 
Unless thou return again. 

2 Keep no longer at a distance, 

Shine upon us from on high, 
Lest, for want of thy assistance, 
Every plant should droop and die. 

3 Surely once thy garden flourished, 

Every plant looked gay and green ; 
Then thy word our spirits nourished, 
Happy seasons we have seen. 

4 But a drought has since succeeded 

And a sad decline we see : 
Lord, thy help is greatly needed. 
Help can only come from thee, 

John Newton. 

•?'S8 s. M. 

1 Come to the morning prayer, 
Come, let us kneel and pray ; 
Prayer is the Christian x)ilgrim's staff, 
To walk with God all day. 


2 At noon, beneath the Eock 

Of ages, rast and pray ; 
Sweet is that shelter from the heat 
When smites the sun by day. 

3 At evening shut thy door, 

Eound the home altar pray ; 
And finding there the house of God 
With prayer thus close the day. 

4 And when night veils our eyes, 

O it is sweet to say, 
"I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, 
With thee to watch and pray." 

Jantds Mont^otne7-y. 

789 L. M. D. 

1 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 
That calls me from a world of care. 

And bids me, at my Father's throne, 
Make all my wants and wishes known : 
In seasons of distress and grief, 
My soul has often found relief^ 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
By thy return, sweet hour of praj^er. 

2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer. 
Thy ATings shall my petition bear 

To him, whose truth and faithfulness 
Engage the waiting soul to bless : 
And since he bids me seek his face, 
Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
I'll cast on him my every care, 
And wait for thee, sweet, hour of prayer. 

3 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, 
Mav I thy consolation share. 

Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
I view my home, and take my flight : 


This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise, 
To seize the everlasting prize ; 
And shout, while passing through the air, 
" Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!" 

William W. Walford. 

790 8s & 4. 

1 My God, is any hour so sweet 

From blush of morn to ev'ning star, 
As that which calls me to thy feet, 
The hour of prayer? 

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 

And blest that solemn hour of eve. 
When, on the wings of prayer upborne, 
The world I leave. 

3 Then is my sti-ength by thee renewed ; 

Then are my sins by thee forgiven ; 
Then dost thou cheer my solitude 
"With hopes of heaven. 

4 No words can tell what sweet relief 

Here for my every want I find ; 
"What strength for warfare, balm for grief. 
What peace of mind. 

5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; 

My spirit seems in heaven to stay ; 
And e'en the X)enitential tear 
Is wiped away. 

6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, 

No pri-dlege so dear shall be. 
As thus my inmost soul to pour 
In prayer to thee. 

Charlotte Elliott. 


PAET in. 


791 L. M 

1 Awake, my sonl, and vrith the snn 
Thy daily stage of dutv' run : 
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Wake and lift up thyself my heart, 
And TTith the angels bear thy part ; 
"Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praise to the eternal King. 

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me while I slept : 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

4 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All I design, or do, or say, 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: 
Praise him, all creatures here below; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Thomas Ken. 


792 L. M. 

1 New every morning is the love 
Our wak'ning and uprising prove; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
Restored to life, and ijower, and thought. 

2 New mercies, eacli returning day, 
Hover around us w^hile we pray; 
New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 

3 If on our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 

New treasures still of countless price 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

4 The trivial round, the common task, 
Will furnish all we ought to ask, — 
Room to deny ourselves, a road 

To bring us daily nearer God. 

5 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love 
Fit us for perfect rest above; 
And help us this, and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 

John Kebie. 

793 c. M. 

1 LoED, in the morning thou shalt hear 

My voice ascending high : 
To thee will I direct my prayer. 
To thee lift up mine eye, — 

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 

To plead for all his saints, 
Presenting at his Father's throne 
Our songs and our complaints. 


3 Thon art a God before whose siglit 

The "^vic'ked shall uot stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will I resort, 

To taste thy mercies there ; 
I will frequent thy holy court, _ 
And worship in thy fear. 

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ; 
Make every path of duty straight 
And plain before my face. 

Isaac Watts, 

794 s. M. 

1 TV E lift our hearts to thee, 

O Day-Star from on high ! 
The sun itself is but thy shade. 
Yet cheers both earth and sky. 

2 O let thy orient beams 

The night of sin disperse, 

The mists of error and of ^dce 

Which shade the universe ! 

3 How beauteous nature now ! 

How dark and sad before ! 
With joy we view the pleasing change. 
And nature's God adore. 

4 O may no gloomy crime 

Pollute the rising day ; 
Or Jesus' blood, like ev'ning dew, 
Wash all its stains away ! 


5 May we this life improve, 

To mourn for errors past ; 
And live this short revolving day 
As if it were our last. 

6 To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit — One in Three — 
Be glory ; as it was, is now, 
And shall forever he. 

John Wesley. 

795 s. M. 

1 See how the morning sun 
Pursues his shining way, 
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, 
With every bright' ning ray. 

■ 2 Thus would my rising soul 
Its heavenly Parent sing ; 
And to its. great Original 
The humble tribute bring. 

3 Serene I laid me down. 

Beneath his guardian care ; 
I slept, and I awoke, and found 
My kind Preserver near ! 

4 My life I would anew 

Devote, O Lord, to thee ; 
And in thy service I would spend 
A long eternity. 

Elizabeth ScoU. 

796 CM. 

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day 
Salutes thy waking eyes ; 
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
To Him that rules the skies. 


2 Night nnto night his uame repeats, 

The day renews the sound — 
Wide as the heavens on which he sits, 
To turn the seasons round. 

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; 

My tongue shall s^^eak his praise : 
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame, 
But yet his wrath delays. 

4 O Grcd, let all my hours he thine, 

While I enjoy the light ! 
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
And bring a pleasant night. 

Isaac Watts. 

797 c. M. 

1 GiVEE and guardian of m}^ sleep, 

To praise thy name I wake : 
Still, Lord, thy helpless servant keep, 
For thine own mercy's sake. 

2 The blessing of another day 

I thankfully receive : 
O may I only thee obey, 
And to thy glory live ! 

3 Upon me lay thy mighty hand. 

My words and thoughts restrain ; 
Bow my whole soul to thy command, 
Nor let my faith be vain. 

4 Pris'ner of hope, I wait the hour 

Which shall salvation bring ; 
When all I am shall own thy power. 
And call my Jesus King. 

Charles Wesley. 


198 c. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, to meet the day; 

Unfold thy drowsy eyes, 
And burst the pond'rous chain that loads 
Thine active faculties. 

2 Grod's guardian shield was round me spread 

In my defenseless sleep : 
Let him have all my waking hours 
Who doth my slumbers keep. 

3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth, 

And arm my soul with grace ; 
As rising now, I seal my vows 
To prosecute thy ways. 

4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise ; 

Thy radiant beams display. 
And guide my dark, bewildered soul 
To everlasting day. 

PA27i/ Doddridge. 

799 c. M. 

1 O God, who roadest earth and sky, 

The darkness and the day, 
Give ear to this thy family, 
And help us when we pray. 

2 For wild the waves of bitterness 

Around our vessel roar, 
And heavy grows the pilot's heart, 
To view the rocky shore ! 

3 The cross our Master bore for us, 

For him we fain would bear ; 
But mortal strength to weakness turns, 
And courage to despair. 


4 Then, mercy on our failings, Lord ! 
Our sinking faith renew ! 
And when thy sorrows Aisit ns, 
O send thy patience too ! 

Reginald Heher. 

800 L. M. 

1 All praise to thee, my God, this night. 
For all the blessings of the light : 
Keep. me, O keep me, King of Idngs, 
Under thine own Almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me. Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done ; 
That with fne world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed : 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Else glorious at the awfal day. 

4 O may my soul on thee repose, 

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close — 
Sleep, that may me more ^ig'rous make. 
To serve my God, when I awake. 

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy' Ghost. 

Thomas Ken. 

801 7s. D. 

1 Omnipresent God ! whose aid 
No one ever asked in vain, 
Be this night about my bed, 
Everv evil thouirht restrain ; 


Lay thy hand upon my soul, 
God of my unguarded hours l 

All jnj enemies control, 
Hell, and earth, and nature's powers. 

thou jealous God ! come down, 

God of spotless purity ; 
Claim and seize me for thine own, 

Consecrate my jieart to thee : 
Under thy protection take : 

Songs in the night season give : 
Let me sleep to thee, and wake ; 

Let me die to thee, and live. 

Charles Wesley. 

802 83, 7s. 

1 Saviour, breathe an ev'ning blessing 

Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we come confessing ; 
Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 

2 Though destruction walk around us, 

Thougli the arrow past us fly, 
Angel guards from thee surround us ; 
We are safe, if thou art nigh. 

3 Though the night be dark and dreary. 

Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
Thou art he who, never weary, 
Watciiest where thy people be. 

4 Should swift death this night o'erfcake us, 

And our couch become our tomb, 
May the morn in heaven awake us. 
Clad in light, and deathless bloom. 

James Edmeston. 



803 s. M. 

1 The day is past and gone, 

The ev'ning shades appear ; 
O may vre all remember Tvell, 
The night of death draws near ! 

2 We lay our garments by, 

Upon our beds to rest ; 
So death will soon disrobe ns all 
Of what is here possessed. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 

Secure from all our fears ; 
!May angels guard ns, while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And when our days are past. 

And we from time remove, 
O may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love ! 

yohn Leland. 

804 L. M. 

1 Thus far the Lord hath led me on, 

Thus far his power prolongs my days, 
And every ev'ning shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of his grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 

And I perhaps am near my home ; 
But he forgives my follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep, 

Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
"While well-appointed angels keep 
Their watchful stations round my bed. 


4 Thus when the night of death shall come, 
My flesh shall rest beneath the groundj 
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

Isaac Watts. 

805 L. M. 

1 Hovi' do thy mercies close me round ! 

Forever be thy name adored : 
I blush in all things to abound ; 
The servant is above bis Lord ! 

2 Inured to poverty and pain, 

A suff' ring life my Master led: 
The Son of God, the Son of man, 
He had not where to lay his head. 

3 But, lo ! a place he hath prepared 

For me, whom watchfnl angels keep ; 
Yea, he himself becomes my guard ; 
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 

4 Jesus protects ; my fears, begone ! 

What can the Rock of ages move? 
Safe in thy arms I lay me down, 
Thine everlasting arms of love ! 

Charles Wesley. 

806 L. M, 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every ev'ning new ; 
And morning mercies from above 
Gently distill like early dew. 

2 Thou spread' st the curtains of the night, 

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 


3 I yield myself to thy command ; 

To thee devote my nights and days : 
Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

IsacK IVatts. 

807 c. M. 

1 Now from the altar of our hearts 

Let warmest thanks arise : 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 This day God was our sun and shield, 

Our keeper and our guide ; 
His care was on our weakness shown, 
His mercies multiplied. 

3 Minutes and mercies multiplied, 

Hare made up all this day; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More fleet and free than they. 

4 New time, new favors, and new joys, 

Do a new song require : 
Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our hearts' desire. 

John MasoTU 

808 c. M. 

1 Thou, Lord, hast blessed my going out, 

bless my coming in ! 
Compass my weakness round about, 
And keep me safe from sin. 

2 Still hide me in thy secret place, 

Thy tabernacle spread ; 
Shelter me with preserving grace, 
And screen my naked head. 
37 577 


3 To thee for refuge may I ran, 

From sin's alluring snare ; 
Ready its first approach to shun, 
And watching unto prayer. 

4 O that I never, never more 

Might from thy ways depart ! 
Here let me give my wand' rings o'er, 
By giving thee my heart ! 

Charles Wesley. 

809 7s. 

1 Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon our sight away : 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, we would commune with thee. 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 

Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 Soon from us the light of day 
Shall forever pass away ; 
Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take us. Lord, to dwell veith thee. 

George IV. Doant. 

810 c. M. 

1 Dee AD Sov' reign, let my ev'ning song 

Like holy incense rise ; 
Assist the oflT rings of my tongue 
To reach the lofty skies. 

2 Through all the dangers of the day 

Thy hand was still my guard ; 
And still to drive my wants away 
Thy mercy stood prepared. 



3 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, 
I lay me down to rest ; 
As in th' embraces of my God, 
Or on my Saviour's breast. 

Isaac Watts. 

811 p. M. 

1 Fading, still fading, the last beam is 

Father in heaven, the day is declining ; 
Safety and innocence fly with the light, 
Temptation and danger walk forth with 

the night : 
From the fall of the shade till the mom- 

ing-bells chime. 
Shield me from danger, save me from 

Father, have mercy, Father, have mercy, 
Father, have mercy, through Jesus 

Christ our Lord. 

2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call. 
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of 

Feeble and fainting we trust in thy 

In doubting and darkness thy love be our 
^ light; 
Let us sleep on thy breast while the night 

taper bums. 
Wake in thy arms when morning returns. 
Father, have mercy, &c. 

Author Unknown, 

812 c. M. 

1 Since Jesus freely did appear 
To grace a marriage-feast, 
O Lord, we ask thy presence here, 
To make a wedding-guest ! 


2 Upon the bridal pair look down, 

Who now have plighted hands ; 
Their union with thy favor crown, 
And bless the nuptial bands. 

3 With gi^ of grace their hearts endow, 

Of all rich dowries best ; 
Their substance bless, and peace bestow, 
To sweeten all the rest. 

4 In purest love their souls unite, 

That they, with Christian care, 
May make domestic burdens light, 
By taking mutual share. 

John Berridge. 

813 5s, 63, 93. 

1 Come away to the skies, My beloved arise, 
And rejoice in the day thou wast bom : 
On this festival day. Come exulting away, 
And with singing to Sion return, 

2 We have laid up our love And our 

treasure above. 
Though our bodies continue below : 
The redeemed of our Lord, We remember 

his word, 
And with singing to paradise go. 

Charles Wesley. 

814 7s. 61. 

1 Gentle stranger, fearless come, 
To our quiet, happy home : 
Bud of being, beauteous flower, 
Sprung to birth this smiling hour. 
While upon thy form we gaze. 
Grateful thoughts to heaven we raise. 


2 Saviour, from thy beaTenly throne 
Smile upon this little one ; 
Let thy Spirit be its guide, 
Let its wants be well supplied ; 
Cleanse it by thy precious blood, 
Fit it for thy high abode. 

Author Unknown. 

815 7s. 6 1. 

1 Wheeefoee should I make my moan, 

Now the darling child is dead? 
He to early rest is gone, 

He to paradise is fled : 
I shall go to him, but he 
Never shall return to me. 

2 God forbids his longer stay, 

God recalls the precious loan, 
God hath taken him away, 

From my bosom to his own : 
Surely what he wills is best ! 
Happy in his will, I rest. 

3 Faith cries out, it is the Lord ! 

Let him do as seems him good : 
Be thy holy name adored. 

Take the gift awhile bestowed ; 
Take the child no longer mine. 
Thine he is, forever tMne. 

Charles Wesley. 

816 7s. 

1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee ; 
Let us in thy name agree : 
Each to each unite, endear ; 
Come, and spread thy banner here. 


2 Make ns of one heart and mind, 
Courteous, pitiful, and kind ; 
Lowly, meek, in thought and word, 
Altogether like our Lord. 

3 Let U3 for each other care. 
Each the other's burden bear ; 
To thy Church the pattern give, 
Show how true believei-s live. 

4 Free from anger and from pride, 
Let us thus in God abide ; 

All the depths of love express, 
All the heights of holiness. 

5 Let us, then, with joy remove 
To the family above ; 

On the wings of angels fly, 
Show how true believers die. 

Charles Wesley, 

817 s. M. . 

1 Blest are the sons of peace, 

Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please, 
Through all their actions run. 

2 Blest is the pious house 

Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, 
Make their communion sweet. 

3 Thus on the heavenly hills 

The saints are blest above, 
Where joy, like morning dew, distills, 
And all the air is love. 

Isaac Watts. 




818 CM. D. 

1 While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 
Thy love the power of thought bestowed, 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 

That mercy I adore. 

2 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul most dear, 

Because conferred by thee. 
In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise. 

Or seek relief in prayer. 

3 When gladness wings the favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 

My soul shall meet thy will. 
My lifted eye, without a tear. 

The gath'ring storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear — 

That heart will rest on thee. 

Helen Maria Williams. 


819 CM. D. 

1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 

From strife and tumult far; 
From scenes where Satan wages still 

His most successful war. 
The calm retreat, the silent shade, 

With prayer and praise agree ; 
And seem by thy sweet bounty made 

For those who follow thee. 

Wiliiam Cowper. 

820 c. M. 

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear ; 
And all his promises to plead , 
Where none but God can hear. 

3 I love to think on mercies past. 

And future good implore ; 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a \-iew 

Of brighter scenes in heaven : 
The prospect doth my strength renew 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Phoebe Hinsdale Broivn. 


831 L. M. 

1 My God, I now from sleep awake, 
The sole possession of me take ; 
From midnight terrors me secure, 

And guard my heart from thoughts 

2 Blest angels, while we silent lie, 
You hallelujahs sing on high ; 
You, joyful, hymn the Ever-blest, 
Before the throne, and never rest. 

3 I with your choir celestial join, 
In off 'ring up a hymn dixdne ; 
With you in heaven I hope to dwell, 
And bid the night and world farewell. 

4 Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, 
Watch over thine own sacrifice : 
All loose, all idle thoughts cast out, 
And make my very dreams devout. 

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye lieavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

Thotnas Ken. 

833 L. M. 

1 Sux of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near : 

O may no earth-born cloud arise 

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 

2 Wlien the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 



3 Abide with me from morn till ©ve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of thine 
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick : enrich the poor 
With blessings from thy bounteous store ; 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 

.6 Come near and bless us when we wake. 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of thy love. 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

John Keble. 

823 L. M= 

1 O God, my Gk^d, my all thou art ! 

Ere shines the dawn of rising day. 

Thy sovereign light vfithin my heart, 

Thy all-enliv'ning power display. 

2 For thee ray thirsty soul doth pant 

While in'^this desert land I live ; 
And hungry as I am, and faint, 
Thy love alone can comfort give. 

3 More dear than life itself, thy love 

My heart and tongue shall still employ, 
And to declare thy praise will prove 
My peace, my glory, and my joy. 


4 In blessing thee with grateful songs, 
My happy life shall glide away; 
The praise that to thy name belongs, 
Hourly with lifted hands, I'll pay. 

From the Spanish. Tr. by John Wesley. 

834 L. M. 

1 O Thou great God, whose piercing eye 

Distinctly marks each deep recess, 
In these sequestered hours draw nigh, 
And with thy presence hll the place. 

2 Through all the mazes of my heart, 

My search let heavenly wisdom guide, 
And still its radiant beams impart, 
Till all be searched and puriiied. 

3 Then with the visits of thy love, 

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
Till every grace shall join to prove 
That God has fixed his dwelling there. 

Philip Doddridge. 

825 L. M. 

1 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go, 

My daily labor to pursue ; 
Thee, only thee, resolved to know 
In all I think, or speak, or do. 

2 Thee may I set at my right hand. 

Whose eyes my inmost substance see ; 
And labor on at thy command, 
And oflier all my works to thee. 

Charles Wesley. 


82 G 8s, 7s. 

1 Silently the shades of ev'ning 

Gather round my lonely door : 
Silently they bring before me 
Faces I shall see no more. 

2 the lost, the tmforgotten ! 

Though the world be oft forgot — 
the shrouded and the lonely ! 
In our hearts they perish not. 

3 Living in the silent hours, 

"Where our spirits only blend ; 
They, unlinked with earthly trouble, 
We, still hoping for its end. 

4 How such holy mem'ries cluster, 

Like the stars when storms are past, 
Pointing up to that fair haven 
We may hope to gain at last. 

Christopher C. Cox. 

827 L. M. 

1 O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice 
On thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
Weil may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 


Happy day, happy day, 
When Jesus washed my sins away : 
He taught me how to watch and pray 
And live rejoicing every day : 
Happy day, happy day, 
When Jesus washed my sins away. 


2 O happy bond, that seals my vows 

To him who merits all my love! 
Let cheerful anthem.s fill his house, 
While to that sacred shrine I move. 

3 'Tis done : the great transaction's done ! 

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; 
He drevr me, and I followed on, 

Charmed to confess the voice divine. 

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; 

Fixed on this bli?sfal center, rest : 
With ashes who would grudge to part, 
When called on angels' bread to feast? 

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow. 

That vow renewed shall daily hear, 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
And bless in death a bond so dear. 

Philip Doddridge. 

828 109. 

1 Abide with me : fast falls the even-tide; 
The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me 

abide ! 
When other helpers fail, and comforts fiee, 
Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories paso 

Change and decay in all around I see ; 
O thou, who changest not, abide with me i 

3 I need thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's 




Who, like thyself, my guide and stay 

can be? 
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide 

with me ! 

4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to 

bless ; 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter 

Where is death's sting? where, grave, 

thy victory? 
I triumph still, if thou abide with me. 

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing 

Shine through the gloom and point me 

to the skies ; 
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's 

vain shadows fiee ; 
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with 


Henry Francis Lytc. 

829 L. M. 

1 LoED, I am thine, entirely thine. 
Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
With full consent thine would I be, 
And own thy sov' reign right in me. 

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace : 
A wretched sinner, lost to G<>d, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, 
Be thine through all eternity ; 

The vow is past beyond repeal, 
Now will I set the solemn seal, 


4 Here at that cross where flovrs the blood 
That bought my gnilty soul for God, 
Thee, my new Master, now I call, 

And consecrate to thee my all. 

5 Do thou assist a feeble worm 
The great engagement to perform ; 
Thy grace can full assistance lend, 
And on that gra^e I dare depend. 

Samuel Davies. 

830 L. M. 

1 Angel of covenanted grace, 

Come, and thy healing power infuse ; 
Descend in thine own time, and bless. 
And give the means their hallowed use. 

2 Obedient to thy will alone. 

To thee in meajis I calmly fly ; 
ily life, I know, is not my own, 
To God I Uve. to God I die. 

3 Thy holy will be ever mine : 

If thou on earth detain me still, 
I bow, and bless the grace di^-ine, — 
I suffer all thy holy will. 

4 I come, if thou my strength restore, 

To serve thee vdth my strength renewed ; 
Grant me but this, I ask no more — 
To spend and to be spent for* God. 

Charles IVesley. 

831 L. M. 

1 God of my life, through all my days, 
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; 
The song shall wake with op'ning light, 
And warble to the silent night. 


2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast. 
Thy tuneful praises raised on high 
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all the powers of language fail, 
Joy through my swimming eyes shall 

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 

4 But O, when that last conflict's o'er, 
And I am chained to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise 
To join the music of the skies ! 

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains 
Which echo through the heavenly plains; 
And emulate, with joy unknown, 

The glowing seraphs round the throns. 

6 The cheerful tribute will I give 
Long as a deathless soul shall live : 
A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
Demands and crowns eternity. 

Philtp Doddridge. 

832 c. M. 

1 When all thy mercies, O my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 O how can words with equal warmth 

The gratitude declare 
That glows vnthin my ravished heart? 
But thou canst read it there ! 


3 Ten thonsand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thauks employ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart. 
That tastes those gifts Trith joy. 

4 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
The pleasing theme renew. 

5 When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more. 
My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
Thy mercies shall adore. 

6 Through all eternity to thee 

A grateful song I'll raise ; 
But O I eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

Joseph. Addison. 

833 c. M. 

1 Father, into thy hands alone 

I have my all restored : 
My all thy property', I ovra, 
The steward of the Lord. 

2 Hereafter none can take away 

Illy life, or goods, or fame ; 

Ready at tliy command to lay 

Them down I always am. 

3 Confiding in thy only lovg. 

Through Him who died for m: 
I wait thy faithfulness to prove, 
And give back all to thee. 
38 593 


Determined all thy will t' obey, 

Thy blessings I restore ; 
Give, Lord, or take thy gifts away, 

I praise thee evermore. 

Charles Wesley. 

834 73, 63, 7, 8. 

i Lo ! I come with joy to do 

The Master's blessed will— 
Him in outward worlkcs x)ursue, 

And serve his pleasure still. 
Faithful to ray Lord's commands, 

I still would choose the better part ; 
Serve with careful Martha's hands 

And loving Mary's heart. 

2 Careful without care I am, 

Nor feel my happy toil ! 
Kept in peace by Jesus' name, 

Supported by his smile ; 
Joyful thus my faith to show, 

I find his service my reward : 
Every work I do below, 

I do it to the Lord. 

Charles Wesley. 

835 L. M. 61. 

1 In age and feebleness extreme. 
Who shall a helpless worm redeem ? 
Jesus, 7ny only hope thou art, 
Strength of my failing flesh and heart ! 
O could I catch a smile from thee, 
And drop into eternity ! 

Charles Weshy 



836 7s. 

1 Eeady for my earthen bed, 
Let me rest my fainting head, 
Welcome life's expected close, 
Sink in permanent repose. 

2 Jesus' blood, to -which I fly, 
Doth my conscience purify, 
Signs my wearv* soul's release, 
Bids me now depart in peace. 

3 Thus do I my bed prepare ; 

O how soft when Christ is there ! 
Calm I lay my body down. 
Rise to an immortal crown. 

Charles Wesley. 

837 s. M. 

1 Equip me for the war, 

And teach my hands to fight ; 
My simple, upright heart prepare, 
And guide my words aright. 

2 Control my every thought ; 

My whole of sin remove ; 
Let all my works in thee be wrought. 
Let all be wrought in love. 

3 O arm me with the mind. 

Meek Lamb, that was in thee ! 
And let my knowing zeal be joined 
With perfect charity. 

4 O may I love like thee ! 

In all thy footsteps tread ! 
Thou hatest all iniquity, 
But nothing thou hast made. 


5 O may I learn the art, 

• With meekness to reprove ; 
To hate the sin with all my heart, 
But still the sinner love. 

Charles Wesley 

838 L. M. 

1 Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest, 

Give me thy easy yoke to bear : 
With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
With spotless love and lowly fear. 

2 Thankful I take the cnp from thee, 

Prepared and mingled by thy skill : 
Though bitter to the taste it be, 
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 

3 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh ! [gone 5 

So shall each murm'ring thought be 
And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly 
As clouds before the midday sun. 

4 Speak to my warring passions, " Peace ! " 

Say to my trembling heart, "Be still ! " 
Thy power my strength and fortress is, 
For all things serve thy sovereign will 

Charles Wesley. 

839 c. P. M. 

1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot ! 
How free from every anxious thought, 

From worldly hope and fear ' 
Confined to neither court nor cell. 
His soul disdains on earth to dwell. 
He only sojourns here. 


2 This happiness in part is mine, 
Already saved from low design. 

From every creature-love ! 
Blest with the scorn of finite good, 
My soul i3 lightened of its load, 

And seeks the things above. 

3 The things eternal I pursue ; 
A happiness beyond the view 

Of those that basely pant 
For things by nature felt and seen ; 
Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean, 

I neither have nor want. 

4 No foot of land do I possess, 
No cottage in this wilderness : 

A poor wayfaring man, 
I lodge awhile in tents below ; 
Or gladly wander to and fro, 

"nil I my Canaan gain. 

5 Nothing on earth I call my own ; 
A stranger, to the world unknown, 

I all their goods despise : 
I trample on their whole delight. 
And seek a city out of sight, 

A city in the skies. 

6 There is my house and portion fair ; 
I\Iy treasure and my heart are there, 

And my abiding home ; 
For me my elder brethren stay, 
And angels beckon me away, 

And Jesus bids me come I 


7 I come — thy servant, Lord, replies — 
I come to meet thee in the skies, 

And claim my heavenly rest ! 
Now let the pilgrim's journey end ; 
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 

Receive me to thy breast ! 

yohn Wesley. 

840 8s, 7s. D. 

1 Happy soul, thy days are ended. 

All thy mourning days below ; 
Go, by angel guards attended, 

To the sight of Jesus, go ! 
Waiting to receive thy spirit, 

Lo ! the Saviour stands above ; 
Shows the purchase of his merit. 

Reaches out the crown of love. 

2 Struggle through thy latest passion, 

To thy great Redeemer's breast — 
To his uttermost salvation, 

To his everlasting rest. 
For the joy he sets before thee, 

Bear a momentary pain ; 
Die, to live a life of glory ; 

Suffer, T\dth thy Lord to reign. 

Charles Wesley^ 

84:1 8s, 7s, D. 

1 O THE hour when this material 
Shall have vanished as a cloud, 
When amid the mde ethereal 

All th' invisible shall crowd ; 
And the naked soul, surrounded 

With realities unknown. 
Triumph in the view unbounded, 
Feel herself with God alone ! 


In that suddeu, strange transition, 

By what new and finer sense 
Shall she grasp the mighty vision, 

And receive its influence? 
Angels, guard the new immortal, 

Through the wonder-teeming space, 
To the everlasting portal, 

To the spirit's resting-place. 

Will she, then, with fond emotion, 

Aught of human love retain? 
Or, absorbed in pure devotion, 

Will no earthly trace remain? 
Can the grave those ties dissever, 

With the very heart-strings twined? 
Must she part, and part forever, 

With the friends she leaves behind ? 

No : the past she still remembers ; 

Faith and hope, surviving too, 
Ever watch those sleeping embers, 

Which must rise and live anew ; 
For the widowed, lonely spirit, 

Waiting to be clothed afresh, 
Longs perfection to inherit, 

.And to triumph in the flesh. 

Angels, let the ransomed stranger 

In your tender care be blest ; 
Hoping, trusting, safe from danger, 

Till the trumpet end her rest — 
Till the trump which shakes creation, 

Through the circling heavens shall roll 
Till the day of consummation, 

Till the bridal of the soul, 


6 Can I trust a fellow-being ? 

Can I trust au angel's care? 
O thou merciful All-seeing ! 

Beam around my spirit there. 
Jesus, blessed Mediator ! 

Thou the airy path hast trod : 
Thou, the Judge, the Consummator ! 

Shepherd of the fold of God ! 

1 Blessed fold ! no foe can enter ; 

And no friend departeth thence ; 
Jesus is their sun, their center, 

And their shield, Omnipotence. 
Blessed ! for the Lamb shall feed them, 

All their tears shall wipe away ; 
To the living fountains lead them, 

Till fruition's perfect day. 

8 Lo ! it comes, that day of wonder ; 

Louder chorals shake the skies ; 
Hades' gates are burst asunder : 

See ! the new-cloth ed myriads rise. 
Thought, repress thy weak endeavor ; 

Here must reason prostrate fall : 
O th' ineffable forever, 

And th' fetemal All in all ! 

Josiah Conder. 

8 42 7s, 8s, 6s. 

1 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! 
Trembling, hoping, ling' ring, flying, 
O the paiu, the bliss of dying ! 
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
And let me languish into life. 


2 Hark! they -whisper ! angels say, 
" Sister spirit, come away !" 

What is this absorbs me quite, 
Steals my seuses, shuts my sight, 
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath : 
TeD me, my soul, can this be death ? 

3 The world recedes, it disappears ! 
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears 

With sounds seraphic ring ! 
Lend, lend your wings, I mount! T fly! 
O grave, where is thy victory? 

O death, where is thy sting? 

Alexander Pope^ 




843 CM. D. 

1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 

' ' Come unto me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast." 
I came to Jesus as I was. 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in him a resting-place, 

And he hath made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

' ' Behold, I freely give 
The lining water ; thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live ! " 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived. 

And now I live in him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

"I am this dark world's Light ; 
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise 

And all thy day be bright ! " 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk, 

Till all my journey's done. 

Horatius Bonar. 



1 There were ninety and nine that safely 


In the shelter of the fold, 
But one was out on the hills away, 

Far off from the gates of gold — 
Away on the mountains wild and bare, 
Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 

2 "Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and 

Are they not enough for thee?" 
But the Shepherd made answer: "This 
of mine 
Has wandered away from me ; 
And although the road be rough and steep, 
I go to the desert to find my sheep. ' ' 

3 But none of the ransomed ever knew 

How deep were the waters crossed ; 
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord 
passed through 

Ere he found his sheep that was lost. 
Out in the desert he heard its cry — 
Sick and helpless, and ready to die. 

4 "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all 

the way 

That mark out the mountain's track?" 

"They were shed for one who had gone 


Ere the Sheph erd could bring him back. " 

" Lord, whence are thy hands so rent and 

"They are pierced to-night by many a 



5 But all thro' the mountains, thunder-riven, 
And up from the rocky steep, 
There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, 
"Eejoice! I have found my sheep ! " 
And the angels echoed around the throne, 
" Eej oice, for the Lord brings ba ck his own ,' " 

Elizabeth C. Clej>hane. 


1 Say, where is thy refuge, my brother, 

And what is thy prospect to-day ? 
Why toil for the wealth that ^^ill perish. 

The treasures that rust and decay ? 
think of thy soul, that forever 

Must live on eternity's shore, 
When thou in the dust art forgotten, 

When pleasures can charm thee no more. 

'TVill profit thee nothing, but fearful the 

To gain the whole world, if thy soul 

should be lost ! 

2 The Master is calling thee, brother. 

In tones of compassion and love. 
To feel that sweet rapture of pardon, 

And lay up thy treasure above : 
O kneel at the cross where he suffered. 

To ransom thy soul from the grave ; 
The arm of his mercy will hold thee. 

The arm that is mighty to save. 

3 The summer is waning, my brother, 

Eepent, ere the season is past : 
God's goodness to thee is extended, 
As long as the day-beam shall last ; 


Then slight not the warning repeated 
With all the bright moments that roll, 

Nor say, when the harvest is ended, 
That no one hath cared for thy soul. 

Fanny J. Crosby. 


1 Jesus, gracious One, calleth now to thee, 

"Come, O sinner, come!" 
Calls so tenderly, calls so loviDgly, 

" Now, O sinner, come." 
"Words of peace and blessing, 
Christ's own love confessing: 

Hear the sweet voice of Jesus, 

Full, full of love; 

Calling tenderly, calling lovingly, 

" Come, O sinner, come." 

2 Still he waits for thee, pleading patiently, 

"Come, O come to me!" 
"Heavy-laden one, I thy grief have borne, 

Come and rest in me." 
Words with love o'erflowing, 
Life and bliss bestowing. 

3 Weary, sin-sick soul, called so graciously, 

Canst thou dare refuse ? 
Mercy offered thee, freely, tenderly, 

Wilt thon still abuse?' 
Come, for time is flying, 
Haste, thy lamp is dying.. 

Mrs. S. A. Collins. 


1 Aee you staying, safely staying 

In the tender Shepherd's x)eaceful fold ? 
No, I'm straying, sadly straying, 

On the lonely mountains, dark and cold. 


On yonr ear Ms loving tones are falling, 
For he seeks yon, wheresoe'er yon 
Hear him calling, sweetly calling. 
As he bids his wand'ring sheep come 

2 Are yon hearing, gladly hearing. 

How he bids his folded flock rejoice? 
No, I'm fearing, sadly feaiing, 

I have followed far the stranger's voice. 

3 Are yon roaming, longer roaming. 

In the cold, dark night of donbt and sin ? 
No, I'm coming, quickly coming ! 
Open door, make haste to let me in. 

Mary B. C. Slade. 


1 The mistakes of my life have been many, 

But the sins of my heart have been 
more ; 
And I scarcely can see for my weeping, 

But I'll knock at the open door. 
I know I am sinful and unworthy. 

And now I feel it more and more. 
But Jesus in^'ites me to come in, come in ; 

I will enter the open door. 

2 I am lowest of those who would love him ; 

I am weakest of those who would pray ; 
But I come to him as he has bidden. 
And I know he'U not say me nay. 

3 My mistakes his free grace now will cover, 

And my sins he will wash all away ; 
And the feet that now stumble and falter. 
Soon may enter the gate of day. 


4 The mistakes of my life have been many, 
And my spirit is weary Tvith sin ; 
Though I scarcely can see for my weeping, 
Yet the Savionr will let me in. 

Crania Locke Bailey. 

349 L. M. 6 1. 

1 My hope is built on nothing less 
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ; 
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
But wholly lean on Jesus' name : 
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

2 When darkness seems to veil his face, 
I rest on his unchanging grace ; 

In every high and stormy gale, 
My anchor holds within the veil : 
On Christ, the solid rock , I stand ; 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

3 His oath, his covenant, and blood. 
Support me in the whelming flood : 
When all around my soul gives way, 
He then is all my hope and stay : 
On Christ, the solid rock. I stand, 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

Ed'ajard Mot€. 


1 LoBD, I hear of showers of blessing 
Thou art scatt'ring full and free, 
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ; 
Let some drops now fall on me. 
Even me. 



2 Pass me not, O gracions Father, 

Sinful though my heart may bo ; 
Thou might' St leave me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy fall on me, 
Even me. 

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour, 

Let me love and cling to thee ; 
I am longing for thy favor : 
Whilst thou'rt calling, O call me. 
Even me. 

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit, 

Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
Wituesser of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of power to me. 
Even me. 

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless ; 

Biood of Christ, so rich and free ; 
Grace of God, so strong and boundless ;~ 
Magnify them all in me, 
Even me. 

6 Pass me not, thy lost one bringing. 

Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee ; 
While the streams of life are springing, 
Blessing others, O bless me, 
Even me. 

Elizabeth Ccdner, 


1 I NEED thee every hour, 
Most gracious Lord ; 
No tender voice like thine 
Can peace aftbrd. 


I need thee, O I need thee; 

Every hour I need thee; 
O bless rae now, mv Saviour! 

I come to thee. 

2 I need thee every hour ; 

Stay thon near by ; 
Temptations lose their power 
When thon art nigh. 

3 I need thee every hour, 

In joy or pain ; 
Come quickly and abide, 
Or life is vain. 

4 I need thee every hour ; 

Teach me thy will ; 
And thy rich promises 
In me fulfill. 

5 I need thee every hour, 

Most Holy One ; 
O make me thine indeed, 
Thou blessed Son. 

Annie Sherwood Hawks. 


1 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, 
Hear my humble cry ; 
"While on others thou art calling, 
Do not pass rae by. 

Sa\*iour. Saviour, 

Hear ray humble cry; 
While on others thou art callings 

Do not pass me by. 

39 609 


2 Let me at a throne of mercy 

Find a sweet relief ; 
Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
Help my unbelief. 

3 Trusting only in thy merit, 

Would I seek thy face ; 
Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
Save me by thy grace. 

4 Thou the spring of all my comfort, 

More than life to me ; 
Whom have I on earth beside thee? 
Whom in heaven but thee? 

Fanny J. Crosby, 


1 There is a gat« that stands aisr, 

And through its portals gleaming, 
A radiance from the cross alar, 
The Saviour's love revealing, 

O depth of mercy ! can it be 

That gate v^as left ajar for me ? 

For me, for me? 

Was left ajar for me? 

2 That gate ajar stands free for all 

Who seek through it salvation ; 
The rich and poor, the great and small, 
Of every tribe and nation. 

3 Press onward then, though foes may frown, 

While mercy's gate is open ; 
Accept the cross, and win the crown, 
Love's everlasting token, 


4 Beyond the rii-er'3 "brink vre'll lay 
The cross that here is given, 
And bear the crown of life away, 
And love him more in JiCaven. 

Lydia Baxter. 

854 s. M. D. 

1 I VTAS a Tvand'ring sheep, 

I did not love the fold, 
I did not love my Shepherd's voic8, 

I would not be controlled : 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 
I did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep. 

The Father sought his child ; 
He followed me o'er vale and hill, 

O'er deserts, wa^.te and wild : 
He found me nigh to death. 

Famished, and faint, and lone ; 
He bound me with the hands of love, 

He saved the wand'ring one. 

3 Jesus m.y Shepherd is ; 

'T was he that loved my soul, 
'Twas he that washed rae in his blood, 

'Twas he that made me whole ; 
'Twas he that sought the lost. 

That found the wand'ring sheep ; 
'Twas he that brought me to the fold ; 

"Pis he that still doth keep= 

4 No more a wand'ring sheep, 

I love to be controlled ; 
I love my tender Shepherd's voice, 
I love the peaceful fold : 


No more a wayward child, 

I seek no more to roam ; 
I love my heavenly Father's voice ; 

I love, I love his home. 

Horatius Bonar. 

855 S. M. D. 

1 "All things are ready," come. 

Come to the supper spread ; and poor, come, old and yonng, 

Come, and be richly fed. 
"All things are ready," come. 

The invitation's given. 
Through him who now in glory sits 

At God's right hand in heaven. 

2 ' ' All things are ready, ' ' come. 

The door is open wide ; 
O feast upon the love of God, 

For Christ, his Son, has died. 
' ' All things are ready," come, 

To-morrow may not be ; 
O sinner, come, the Saviour waits 

This hour to welcome thee. 

Albert Midlane. 


1 How lost was my condition 
Till Jesus made me whole ! 
There is but one Physician 
Can cure a sin-sick souL 

There's a balm in Gilead 

To make the wounded whole, 
There's power enough in Jesus 
To cure a sin-sick soul. 


2 Next door to death he found me, 

And snatched me from the grave, 
To tell to all around me 

Hi3 wondrous power to save. 

3 The woi-st of all diseases 

Is light compared with sin ; 
On every part it seizes, 
But rages most within. 

4 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever. 

And madness, all combined ; 
And none but a believer 
The least relief can find. 

5 A dying, risen Jesus, 

Seen by the eye of faith, 
At once from danger frees us, 
And saves the soul from death. 

6 Come then to this Physician, 

His help he'll freely give ; 
He makes no hard condition, 
'Tis only look and live. 

John Newton. 

1 LoHD Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; 
I want thee forever to live in my soul ; 
Break down every idol, cast out every 

foe ; 
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than 

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; 
O wash me, and I shall be whiter than 



2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne 

in the skies, 
And help me to make a complete sacrifice; 
I give up myself, and whatever I know : 

wash me, and I shall be whiter than 


3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly en- 

treat ; 

1 wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet. 
By faith, for my cleansing, I see thy 

blood flow : 
O wash me, and I shall be whiter than 

4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait : 
Come now, and within me a new heart 

create ; 
To those who have sought thee, thou 

never said'st No : 
O wash me, and I shall be whiter than 


fames Nicholson. 


1 I HEAE thy welcome voice. 

That calls me, Lord, to thee : 
For cleansing in thy precious blood, 
That flowed on Calvaiy. 

I am coming, Lord! 

Coming now to thee ! 
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood 
That flowed on Calvary. 


2 Though coming weak and viie, 

Thou dost my strength assure ; 
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, 
Till spotless all. and pure. 

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on 

To perfect faith and love, 
To perfect hope, and peace, and trast, 
For earth and heaven above. 

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms, 

The blessed work within. 
By adding grace, to welcomed grace, 
Where reigned the power of sin. 

5 And he the witness gives 

To loyal hearts and free, 
That every promise is fulfilled, 
If faith but brings the plea. 

6 All hail ! atoning blood ! 

Ail hail ! redeeming grace ! 
All hail ! the gift of Christ, our Lord. 
Our strength and righteousness. 

Lewis Hartsough. 


1 I WAS once far away from the Saviour, 

And as vile as a siimer could be ; 

I wondered if Christ the Kedeemer, 

Could save a poor sinner like me. 

2 I wandered on in the darkness, 

Not a ray of light could I see, 
And the thought filled my heart with 
There's no hope for a sinner like me. 


3 And then, in that dark, lonely hour, 

A voice whispered sweetly to me, 
Saying, Christ the Redeemer has power, 
To save a poor sinner like me. 

4 I listened, and lo ! 'twas the Saviour 

That was speaking so kindly to me ; 
I cried, I'm the chief of sinners, 

Thou canst save a poor sinner like me. 

5 I then fully trusted in Jesus, 

And O what a joy came to me ; 
My heart was filled with his praises, 
For saving a sinner like me. 

6 No longer in darkness I'm walking. 

For the light is now shining on me, 
And now unto others I'm telling 
How he saved a poor sinner like me. 

7 And when life's journey is over, 

And I the dear Saviour shall see, 
I'll praise him forever and ever. 
For saving a sinner like me. 

Charles J. Butler, 


1 Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine ! 
O what a foretaste of glory divine ! 
Heir of salvation, purchase of God, 
Born of his Spirit, washed in his blood. 

This is my story, this is my song. 
Praising my Saviour all the day long. 

2 Perfect submission, perfect delight. 
Visions of rapture burst on my sight. 
Angels descending, bring from above. 
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. 



3 Perfect submission, all is at rest, 
I in my Saviour am happy and blest, 
Watching and waiting, looking above, 
Filled with his goodness, lost in his love. 

Fanny J. Crosby. 


1 He leadeth me ! O blessed thought! 

O words with heav'nly comfort fraught I 

Whate'er I do, where'er I be. 

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me ! 

He leadeth me, leadeth me, 

He leadeth me; 
By his own hand he leadeth me. 

2 Sometimes, mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes, where Eden's bovrers bloom- 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea — 
Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me ! 

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
Nor ever murmur nor repine : — 
Content whatever lot I see, 

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me ! 

4 And when my task on earth is done. 
When, by thy grace, the ^-ictoly's -^ron. 
E'en death's cold wave I will not fiee. 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me ! 

Joseph Henry Gih?iore, 


1 Master, the tempest is raging ! 
The billows are tossing high ! 
The sky is o'ershadowed -with blackness, 
No shelter or help is nigh ; 


" Carest thou not that we perish?" 

How canst thou lie asleep, 
When each moment so madly is threat - 

A grave in the angry deep ? 


"The winds and the waves shall obey 

my will, 
Peace, be still ! 
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed 

Or demons, or men, or whatever it be, 
No water can swallow the ship where lies 
The Master of ocean and earth and skies; 

They all shall sweetly obey my will ; 

Peace, be still! Peace, be still!" 

2 Master, with anguish of spirit 

I bow in my gi^ef to-day ; 
The depths of my sad heart are troubled ; 

O waken and save, I pray ! 
Torrents of sin and of anguish 

Sweep o'er my sinking soul! 
And I perish ! I perish, dear Master; 

Master, the terror is over, 

The elements sweetly rest ; 
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored, 

And heaven's within my breast : 
Linger, blessed Redeemer, 

Leave me alone no more ; 
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, 

And rest on the blissful shore. 

Mary A. Baker. 




1 Fade, fi^de each earthly joy, 

Jesus is mine ; 
Break every tender tie, 

J esus is niiue ; 
Dark is the Avilderness, 

Earth La^ no resting-place, 
JesuB alone can bless, 

Jesus is mine. 

2 Tempt not my soul away, 

Jesus is mine ; 
Here vrould I ever stay, 

Jesus is mine ; 
Perishing things of clay, 
Born hut for one brief day, 
Pass from my heart away, 

Jesus is mine. 

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, 

Jesns is mine : 
Lost in this dawning brf^ht, 

Jesus is mine ; 
All that my soul has tried 
Left but a dismal void; 
Jesus has satisfied ; 

Jesus is mine. 

4 Farewell, mortality, 

Jesus is mine : 
Vrelcome, eternity, 

Jesus is mine : 
Vv^'elcome, O loved and blest. 
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
"Welcome my Saviour's breast ; 

Jesus is mine. 

Jane Catherine Bonar. 




1 I AM coming to the cross ; 

I am poor, and weak, acd blind ; 
I am coiinttag all but dross, 
I shall full salvation iind. 


I am trusting, Lord, in thee, 
Blest Lamb of Calvary^ ; 
Humbly at thy cross I bow, 
Save me, Jesus, save me now. 

2 Long my heart has sighed for thee, 

Long has evil reigned within ; 
Jesus sweetly speaks to me, — 
" I will cleanse you from all sin." 

3 Here I give my all to thee, 

Friends, and time, and earthly store i 
Soul and body thine to be, — 
Wholly thine for evermore. 

4 In thy promises I trust, 

Now I feel the blood applied, 
I am prostrate in the dust, 
I with Christ am crucified. 

6 Jesus comes ! he fills my soul ! 
Perfected in him I am ; 
I am every whit made whole : 
Glory, glory to the Lamb. 

William McDonald. 


1 In some way or other 
The Lord will provide; 
It may not be my way, 


It may not be thy Tray, 
And yet , in hia own way, 
"The Lord will iiro\'ide." 

2 At some time or other 
The liOrd will pro^nde; 
It may not be my time, 
It may not be thy time, 
And yet, in Ai-s own time, 
"The Lord will provide." 

3 Despond then no longer : 
The Lord will provide; 
And this be the token — 
No word he hath spoken 
Was ever yet broken, — 

* ' The Lord will provide." 

4 March on, then, right boldly; 
The sea shall divide ; 

The pathway made glorious, 
With shoutings victorious, 
We'll join in the chorus, 
"The Lord will provide." 

Mrs. M. A. W. Cooke, 


1 Jesus, keep me near the cross; 
There a precious fountain, 
Free to all, a healing stream, 
Flows from Calvary's mountain. 


In the cross, in the cross. 

Be my glory ever ; 
Till my raptured soul shall find 

Rest beyond the river. 


2 Near the cross, a trsm])ling soul, 

Love and mercy found me ; 
There the bright and morning star 
Shed its beams around me. 

3 Near the cross ! O Lamb of God, 

Bring its scenes before me ; 

Help me walk from day to day, 

With its shadows o'er me. 

4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait. 

Hoping, trusting ever, 
Till I reach the golden strand, 
Just beyond the river. 

Fanny J. Crosby. 


1 O SOMETIMES the shadows are ^a^r). 

And rough seems the path to the ^oal. 
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep 
Like tempests down over the soul. 


O then to the Rock let me fly, 
To the liock that is higher than I. 

2 sometimes how long seems the day, 

And sometimes how weary my feet ; 
But toiling in life's dusty way. 

The Rock's blessed shadow, how sweet ! 

3 O near to the Rock let me keep, 

If blessings or sorrows prevail ; 
Or climbing the mountain way steep. 
Or walking the shadowy vale. 

E. Johnson. 




1 Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee call- 

Come. folloTv me ! 
And we see where thy footprints falling., 
Lead us to thee. 


Footprints of Jesns, that make the path- 
way glow ; 

We will follow the steps of J esus where'er 
they go. 

2 Thongh they lead o'er the cold, dark 

Seeking his sheep ; [mountains. 

Or along by Siloam's fountains. 
Helping the weak. 

3 If they lead through the temple holy, 

Preaching the word; 
Or in homes of the poor and lowly, 
Serving the Lord. 

4 Though, dear Lord, in thy pathway keep- 

Yv^e follow thee; [iiig. 

Through the gloom of that place of weeping, 
Gethsemane ! 

5 If thy way and its sorro'^vs bearing, 

"We go again, 
Up the slope of the hiil-side, bearing 
Our cross of pain. 

6 By and by, through the shining portals, 

Turning our feet, 
We shall walk with the glad immortals, 
Heaven's golden streets. 


7 Then at last, when on high he sees us, 
Our journey done, 
We will rest where the steps of Jesns 
End at his throne. 

Mary B. C. Slade. 


1 We praise thee, O God ! for the Son of thy 
For Jesus who died, and is now gone 

Hallelujah ! thine the glory, 

Hallelujah! Amen. 
Hallelujah ! thine the glory, 
Kevive us again. 

2 We praise thee, O God ! for thy Spirit of 

Who has sho^Ti us our Saviour, and 
scattered our night. 

3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that 

was slain, 
Who has borne all our sins, and hath 
cleansed every stain. 

4 All glory and praise to the God of all 

Who has bought us ; and sought us, and 
guided our ways. 

5 Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy 

love ; 
May each soul be rekindled with fire 
from above. 

William Paiott Mackay. 




1 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 

Hastened at the early dawn, 
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, 

But the Lord she loved had gone. 
For awhile she ling' ring stood, 

Filled with sorrow and surprise, 
Trembling, while a crj-stal flood 

Issued from her weeping eyes. 

2 But her sorrows quickly lied 

When she heard his welcome voice ; 
Christ had risen from the dead, 

Now he bids her heart rejoice ; 
What a change his word can make, 

Turning darkness into day ! 
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, 

He will wipe your tears away. 

John Newton, 


1 What wondrous love is this ! 

O my soul ! 
That caused the Lord of bliss, 
To send this precious peace 

To my soul. 

2 When I was sinking down, 

Sinking down, 
Beneath God's righteous frown, 
Christ laid aside his crown, 

For my soul. 

3 Ye winged seraphs fly, 

Bear the news : 
Like comets through the sky, 
Fill vast eternity 
With the news. 
40 G2o 


4 Ye friends of Zion's King, 

Join the praise : 
With hearts and voices sing, 
And strike each tuneful string, 

In his praise. 

5 To God, and to the Lamb, 

I will sing, 
Who is the great I AM, 
While millions join the theme, 

I will sing. 

6 And Trhen from death I'm free, 

I'll sing on : 
I'll sing and joyful be, 
And through eternity, 

I'll sing on. 

Author Unknown. 


1 Thou my everlasting portion, 

More than Mend or life to me, 
All along my pilgrim journey. 
Saviour, let me walk with thee. 


Close to thee, close to thee, 
Close to thee, close to thee ; 
All along my pilgrim journey, 
Saviour, let me walk with thee. 

2 Not for ease or worldly pleasure. 

Nor for fame my prayer shall be ; 
Gladly will I toil and suffer. 
Only let me walk with thee. 


Close to thee, close to thee, 

Close to thee, close to thee ; 
Gladly will I toil and suffer. 
Only let me walk with thee. 

3 Lead me through the vale of shadows, 
Bear me o'er life's fitful sea ; 
Then the gate of life eternal, 
May I enter, Lord, with thee. 


Close tc thee, close to thee, 
Close to thee, close to thee; 

Then the gate of life eternal. 
May I enter. Lord, with thee, 

Fanny J, Crosby. 


1 I A3I thine, O Lord ; I have heard thy 
And it told thy love to me ; 
But I long to rise in the arms of faith, 
And be closer drawn to thee. 


Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, 
To the cross where thon hast died ; 

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed 
To thy precious, bleeding side. 

Consecrate me now to thy service. Lord, 
By the power of grace divine : 

Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, 
And my will be lost in thine. 


3 O the pure delight of a single hour 

That before thy throne I spend, 
When I kneel in prayer, and with thee, 
my God, 
I commune as friend with friend. 

4 There are depths of love that I can not 

Till I cross the narrow sea ; 
There are heights of joy that I may not 

Till I rest in peace with thee. 

Fanny J. Crosby. 

1 What a Friend we have in Jesns, 

All our sins and griefs to bear! 
What a privilege to carry 

Every thing to God in prayer ! 
O what peace we often forfeit, 

O what needless pain we bear — 
All because we do not carry 

Every thing to God in prayer. 

2 Have we trials and temptations? 

Is there trouble anywhere? 
We should never be discouraged, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Can we find a friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share? 
Jesus knows our every weakness, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 

3 Are we weak and hea^-y laden, 

Cumbered with a load of care? 
Precious Saviour, still our refuge, — 
Take it to the Lord in prayer. 


Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ; 
In bis arms he'll take and sliield thee. 

Thou wilt tind a solace there. 

Joseph Scriz'e». 


1 I LOVE to tell the story 

Of unseen things above, 
Of Jesus and his glory, 

Of Jesus and his love ! 
I love to tell the story, 

Because I know 'tis true; 
It satisfies my longings, 

As nothing else can do. 


I love to tell the story ! 

'Twill be my theme in glory ;, 
To tell the old, old story 

Of Jesus and his love. 

2 I love to tell the stcry ! 

More wonderful it seems, 
Than all the golden fancies 

Of all our golden dreams. 
I love to teU the storj* ! 

It did so much for me ! 
* And that is just the reason, 

I tell it now to thee. 

3 I love to tell the storj^ ! 

'Tis pleasant to repent 
"What seems, each time I tell it, 
More wonderfully sweet. 


I love to tell the story ; 

For some have never heard 
The message of salvation 

From God's own holy Word. 

I love to tell the story ! 

For those who know it best 
Seem hmigering and thirsting 

To hear it, like the rest. 
And when, in scenes of glory, 

I sing the new, new song, 
'Twill be — the old, old story 

That I have loved so long. 

Kate Hankey. 


1 Take the name of Jesus with yon, 

Child of sorrow and of woe ; 
It will joy and comfort give you, 
Take it then where'er you go. 


Precious name, O how sweet ! 

Hope of earth and joy of heaven; 
Precious name, O how sweet I 

Hope of earth and joy of heaven. 

2 Take the name of Jesus ever, 

As a shield from every snare ; ^ 
If temptations round you gather. 
Breathe that holy name in prayer. 

3 O the precious name of Jesus ! 

How it thrills our souls with joy. 
When his lo\ing arras receive us, 
And his songs our tongues employ ! 


4 At the name of Jesas bowing, 
Falling prostrate at his feet, 
King of kings in heaven we'll crown him, 
When our journey is complete. 

Lydia Baxter. 

1 By faith I view my Saviour dying 

On the tree, on the tree; 
To every nation he is crying, 

Look to me. look to me. 
He bids the guilty now draw near, 
Eepent, believe, dismiss their fear ; 
Hark, hark, what precious words I hear : 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

2 Jesns, the Lord of life, hath spoken 

Peace to me, peace to me ; 
Now all my chains of sin are broken, 

I am free, I am free : 
Soon as I in his name believed, 
His pard'ning grace my soul received, 
And was from sin and death retrieved : 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

3 This precious truth, ye sinners hear it, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free ; 
Ye ministers of God declare it, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free : 
Visit the heathen's dark abode, 
Proclaim to all the love of Grod, 
And spread the glorious news abroad, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

4 Long; as I live I'll still be crying, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free, 
And this shall be my theme when dying, 
Mercy's free, mercy's free. 


And when the vale of death I've passed, 
When lodged above the stormy blast, 
I'll sing, while endless ages last, 
Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

Richard Jukes. 


1 Saviour, more than life to me, 

I am clinging, clinging close to thee: 
Let thy precious blood applied, 
Keep me ever, ever near thy side. 
Every day, every hour, 
Let me feel thy cleansing power: 
May thy tender love to me 
Bind me closer, closer, Lord to thee. 

2 Through this changing world below, 
Lead me gently, gently as I go ; 
Trusting thee, I cannot stray, 

I can never, never lose my way. 

3 Let me love thee more and more. 
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er ; 
Till my soul is lost in love, 

In a brighter, brighter world above. 

Fanny J. Crosby. 

879 lis. 

1 My home is in heaven, my rest is not 
Then why should I murmur when trials 

Be hushed, my dark spirit, the worst that 

can come. 
But shortens thy journey, and hastens 
thee home. 



Home, home, sweet, sweet home ; 
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for heaven, my 

2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, 
And building my hopes in a region like 

I look for a city which hands have not 

piled ; 
I pant for a country by sin un defiled. 

3 The thorn and the thistle around me may 

I would not recline upon roses below ; 
I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, 
Till I find them forever on Jesus' s breast. 

4 Afflictions may try me — they cannot de- 

stroy ; 
One vision of home turns them all into 


And the bitterest tears that flow from 

mine eyes 
But sweeten my hope of that home in the 


5 Let trouble and danger my progress op- 

They can ouly make heaven more bright 

at the close ; 
Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may 

One moment in glory will make up for 


Author Unknown. 




1 My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly ! 
Those hours of toil and danger. 

For O we staud on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over, 
And just before, the shining shore 

We may almost discover. 

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 

Our distant home discerning ; 
Our absent Lord has left us word, 
Let every lamp be burning. 

3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 

We need not cease our singing ; 

That perfect rest naught can molest, 

Where golden harps are ringing. 

4 Let soiTow's rudest tempest blow, 

Each chord on earth to sever, 
Our King says, "Come," and there's our 
Forever, O forever! 

David Nelson. 

881 7s&6s, 

1 O WHEN shall I see Jesus, 
And reign with him above, 
And from that flowing fountain 

Drink everlasting love ? 
When shall I be delivered 

From this vain world of sin, 
And with my blessed Jesus 
Drink endless pleasures in? 


2 But now I am a soldier ; 

My Captain's gone befor^ 
He's given me my orders, 

And bids me not give o'er ; 
And, if I bold out faithful, 

A crown of life he'll give ; 
And all bis valiant soldiers 

Shall ever with him live. 

3 Through grace I am determined 

To conquer, though I die ; 
And then away to Jesus 

On wings of love I'll fly. 
Farewell to sin and sorrow, 

I bid you all adieu : 
Then. O my friends, prove faithftd, 

And on your way pursue. 

4 Whene'er you meet vrith troubles 

And trials on your way, 
O cast your care on Jesus, 

And don't forget to pray : 
Gird on the heavenly armor 

Of faith and hope and love ; 
And when the combat's ended, 

You'll reign with him above. 

JoJui Leland. 


1 We speak of the land of the blest, 
A country so bright and so fair, 
And oft are its glories confessed, 
But what must it be to be there? 
To be there, to be there, 
O what must it be to be there? 
To be there, to be there, 
O what must it be to be there? 


2 We speak of its pathways of gold, 

Its walls decked with jewels so rare, 
Its wonders and pleasures untold, 
But what must it be to be there? 

3 We speak of its peace and its love, 

Tlie robes which the glorified wear, 
The songs of the blessed above, 
But what must it be to be there ? 

4 We speak of its freedom from sin, 

From sorrow, temptation and care, 
From trials without and within, 
But what must it be to be there? 

5 Do thou. Lord, midst pleasure or woe. 

For heaven our spirits prepare, 
Then sliortly we also shall know. 
And feel what it is to be there ! 

Elizabeth Mills, 


1 We'ee trav'ling home to heaven above, 

Will you go ? 

To sing the Saviour's dying love, 

Will you go? 
Millions have reached that blest abode, 
Anointed kings and priests to God, 
And millions more are on the road, 

Will you go? 

2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb, 

Will you go? 
In rapturous strains to praise his name, 

Will you go ? 
The crown of life we there shall wear, 
The conq'ror's palms our handsshall bear, 
And all the joys of heaven we'll share. 

Will you go ? 


3 We're going to join the heavenly choir, 

Will you go? 
To raise our voice and tune the lyre, 

Yfill you go? 
There saints and angels gladly sing 
Hosanna to their God and King, 
And make the heavenly arches ring. 

Will you go ? 

4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come, 

"Will you go? 
In the blest house there still is room, 

Will you go? 
The Lord is waiting to receive, 
II" thou wilt on him now believe, 
Thy troubled conscience he'll relieve, 
Come, believe. 

5 The way to heaven is straight and plain, 

^ Will you go ? 
Repent, believe, be born again. 

Will you go? 
The Saviour cries aloud to thee, 
"Take up thy cross and follow me, 
And thou slialt my salvation see, 
Come to me." 

6 O could I hear some sinner say, 

''I will go, 
I'll start this moment on my way. 

Let me go ! 
My old companions, fare you well, 
I will not go with you to hell, 
With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell. 

Let me go ! fare you well ! ' ' 

Riehard Jukes. 




1 I AM far frae my hame, an' I'm weary 

For the langed for liame-bringing, an' ray 

Father's welcome smiles ; 
I'll ne'er be fa' content, until my een do 

The gowden gates of heav'n an' my ain 

The earth is fleck' d wi' flowers, mony 

tinted fresh and gay ; 
Thebirdies warble blithely, for my Father 

made them sae ; 
But these sights an' these soun's will as 

naething be to me. 
When I'hear the angels singing in my ain 


2 I've his gude word of promise, that some 

gladsome day the King, 
To bis ain royal palace his banished hame 

will bring ; 
Wi' een, an' wi' hearts running owre we 

shall see 
The King in his beauty, in our ain coim- 

My sins hae been mony, and my sorrows 

hae been sair. 
But there they'll never vex me, nor be 

remembered mair ; 
For his bluid hath made me white, and 

his hand shall dry mine e'e, 
When he brings me hame at last to my 

aid countrie. 



3 Like a bairn to its mitlier, a \vee birdie 

to its nest, 
I wad fain be ganging noo unto my 

Saviour's breast, 
For he gathers in his bosom witless, 

worthless lambs like me. 
An' he carries them himsel', to his ain 

He's faithfu' that hath promised, he'll 

surely come again, 
He'll keep his trj^st wi' me, at what hour 

I dinna ken ; 
But he bids me still to wait, an' ready 

aye to be. 
To gang at ony moment to my ain coun- 

4 So I'm watching aye, and singing o'my 

hame as I wait, 
For the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side 

the gowden gate, 
God gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens 

noo to me. 
That we may a'gang in gladness to our 

ain countrie. 
I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary 

For the langed for hame-bringing, an' my 

Father's welcome smiles; 
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do 

The gowden gates of heaven, an' my ain 


Mary Lee Demarest. 




1 Together let us sweetly live, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan, 
Together let us sweetly die, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan. 


Canaan, bright Canaan, 

1 am bound for the land of Canaan, 

Canaan, it is my happy home, 

1 am bound for the land of Canaan. 

2 If you get there before I do, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan, 

Then praise the Lord, I'm coming too, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan. 

3 Part of my friends the prize have won^ 

I am bound for the land of Canaan, 
And I'm resolved to follow on, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan. 

4 Then come with me, beloved friend, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan, 
The joys of heaven shall never end, 
I am bound for the land of Canaan. 

5 Our songs of praise shall fill the skies, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan, 
While higher still our joys shall rise, 
I am bound for the land of Canaan. 

John Newland Maffit. 


1 Only waiting, till the shadows 
Are a little longer grown ; 
Only waiting, till the glimmer 
Of the day's last beam is flown ; 


Till the light of earth is faded 
From the heart once fall of day ; 

Till the stars of heaven are breaking 
Through the twilight soft and gray. 

2 Only vraiting, till the reapers 

Have the last sheaf gathered home ; 
For the summer-time is faded, 

And the autumn winds have come. 
Quickly, reapers, gather quickly 

These last ripe hours of my heart, 
For the bloom of life is vrithered, 

And I hasten to depart. 

3 Only waiting, till the shadows 

Are a little longer grown ; 
Only waiting, till the glimmer 

Of the day's last beam is flown. 
Then, from out the gathered darkness 

Hoi}', deathless stars shall rise. 
By whose light my soul shall gladly 

Tread its pathway to the skies. 

Frances Laugkion Mace. 


1 "When shall we meet again, 

Meet ne'er to sever? 
When will peace wreathe her chain 

Eound us forever? 
Our hearts will ne'er repose, 
Safe from each blast that blows, 
In this dark vale of woes, 

Never — no, never ! 

2 When shall love freely flow 

Pure as life's river? 
When shall sweet friendship glow 
Changeless fcrerer? 
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Where joys celestial thrill, 
Where bliss each heart shall fill, 
And fears of parting chill 
Never — no, never! 

Up to that world of light 
Take us, dear Sa^dour ; 
May we ail there unite, 

Happy forever ; 
Where kindred spirits dwell, 
There may our music swell, 
And time our joys dispel 
Never— no, never ! 

4 Soon shall we meet again, 

Meet ne'er to sever ; 
Soon shall peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever ; 
Our hearts will then repose 
Secure from worldly woes ; 
Our songs of pmise shall close 

Never — no, never ! 

Alaric Alexander Waits & 
Samuel Francis Smith. 


1 Joyfully, joyfully onward we move, 
Bound to the land of bright spirits above ; 
Angelic choristers sing as we come, 
" Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home ; " 
Soon with our pilgrimage ended below, 
Home to the land of bright spirits we go: 
Pilgrims and strangei-s, no more shall we 

Joyfullv, joyfully resting at home. 


2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed 

on before, 
Waiting, they "watch us approaching the 

shore ; 
Singing to cheer us through death's 

chilling gloom, 
"Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home." 
Sounds of sweet melody fall on the ear. 
Harps of the blessed, your Toices vre hear ; 
Eings -with the harmony heaven's high 

dome, — 
"Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home." 

3 Death with his weapon may soon lay 

us low, 
Safe in our Saviour, we fear not the 

blow ; 
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb, 
Joyfally, joyfully will we go home : 
Bright will the mom of eternity dawn, 
Death shall be conquered, his scepter be 

Over the plains of blest Canaan we'll 

Joyfully, joyfully, with Christ at home. 

William Hunter. 


1 Beyond the smiling and the weeping, 
I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the waking and the sleeping, 
Beyond the sowing and the reaping; 
I shall be soon. 

Love, rest, and home! 
Sweet, sweet home! 
Lord, tarry not, but come. 


2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, 

I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the shining and the shading, 
Beyond the hoping and the dreading, 

I shall be soon. 

3 Beyond the parting and the meeting, 

I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the farewell and the greeting, 
Beyond the pulse's fever beating, 

I shall be soon. 

4 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, 

I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the rock-waste and the river. 
Beyond the ever and the never, 

I shall be soon. 

Horatius Bonar. 


1 Up to the bountiful Giver of life,— 

Gathering home ! gathering home ! 
Up to the dwelling where cometh no 
The dear ones are gathering home. 


Gathering home ! Gathering home ! 
Never to sorrow more, never to roam. 
Gathering home ! Gathering home ! 
God's children are gathering home. 

2 Up to the city where falleth no night, — 

Gathering home ! gathering home! 
Up where the Saviour's own face is the 
The dear ones are gathering home. 


3 Up to the beantiful mansions above, — 
Gathering home ! gathering home! 
Safe in the arms of his infinite love. 
The dear ones are gathering home. 

Mariana B. Slade. 


1 Haek ! a voice from Eden stealing, 

Such as but to angels known, 
Hope its song of cheer is singing, 
'• It is better further on." 

It is better further on, 
It is better further on, 
It is better further on, 
It is better further on. 

2 Hope is singing, still is singing, 

Softly in an under -tone ; 
Singing as if God had taught it, 
" It IS better further on. ' ' 

3 Night and day it sings the same song, 

Sings it when I sit alone ; 
Sings it so the heart may hear it, 
' '"it is better further on. ' ' 

4 On the grave it sits and sings it. 

Sings it when the heart would groan ; 
Sings it when the shadows darken. 
" It is better further on. " 

5 Further on ! O how much further? 

Count the mile-stones one by one ; 
No ! no counting, only trusting. 
"It is better further on." 

James Nicholson, 




1 Abound the throne of God in heaven, 

Thousands of children stand — 
Children whose sins are all forgiven, 

A holy, happy band, 
Singing, "Glory, glory, glory be to 

God on high." 

2 What brought them to that world above; 

That heaven so bright and fair, 
"Where all is peace, and joy, and love? 
How came those children there. 
Singing, Glory, etc. 

3 Because the Saviour shed his blood 

To wash away their sin : 
Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
Behold them white and clean, 
Singing, Glory, etc. 

4 On earth they sought the Sa%dour's grace, 

On earth they loved his name ; 
So now they see his blessed face. 
And stand before the Lamb, 
Singing, Glory, etc. 

Anne Shepherd Houlditch. 

893 7s. 

1 'Tis religion that can give 
Sweetest pleasures while we live, 
'Tis religion must supply 

Solid comfort when we die. 

2 After death its joys shall be 
Lasting as eternity ; 

Be the living God my friend, 
Then my bliss shall never end. 

Mary Masters. 




1 My latest sun is sinking fast, 

My race is nearly run ; 
My strongest trials now are past, 
My triumph is begun. 


O come, angel band, come and around 

me stand, 
O bear me away on your snowy wings 
To my immortal home, 

bear me away on your snowy wings 
To my immortal home, 

2 I know I'm nearing the holy ranks 

Of friends and kindred dear, 
Vor I brush the dews on Jordan's banks, 
The crossing must be near. 

3 I've almost gained my heavenly home, 

My spirit loudly sings ; 
The holy ones, behold, they come ! 

1 hear the noise of wings. 

4 O bear my longing heart to him 

Who bled and died for me ; 
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin. 
And gives me victory. 

Jefferson Hascall. 


1 My heavenly home is bright and fair ; 
Nor pain, nor death can enter there : 
Its glitt'riiig tovrers the sun outshine; 
That heavenly mansion shall be mine. 


I'm going home, I'm going home, 
I'm going home to die no more, 
To die uo more, to die no more, 
I'm going home to die no more. 

2 My Father's house is built on high ; 
Far, far above the starry sky ; 
When from this earthly prison free, 
That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 

3 Let others seek a home below, 

Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, 

Be mine a happier lot, to own 

A heavenly mansion near the throne. 

4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline. 
And sun and moon refuse to shine. 
All nature sink and cease to be, 
That heavenly mansion stands for me. 

William Hunter. 


1 These' s a land that is fairer than day, 

And by faith we can see it afar ; 
For the Father waits over the way, 
To prepare us a dwelling-place there. 

In the sweet by and by, 
We shall meet on that beautifal shore, 
In the sweet by and by, 
We shall meet on that beautifal shore. 

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore 

The melodious songs of the blest, 

And our spirits shall sorrow no more. 

Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 



3 To our bountiful Father above, 

We will offer our tribute of praise, 
For the glorious gift of his love. 

And the blessings that hallovy our days. 

.S". Fillmore Bennett. 


1 I WILL sing you a song of that beautiful 

The far away home of the soul, 
Where no storms ever beat on the glitter- 
ing strand, 
While the years of eternity roll, 
While the years of eternity roll ; 

Where no storms ever beat on the glit- 
tering strand. 
While the years of eternity roll. 

2 O that home of the soul, in my visions 

and dreams 
Its bright, jasper walls I can see ; 
Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes 
Between the fair city and me. 

3 That unchangeable home is for you and 

for me, 
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands ; 
The King of all kingdoms forever, is he, 
And he holdeth our crowns in his hands. 

4 O how sweet it will be in that beautiful 

So free from all sorrow and pain, 
With songs on our lips and with harps in 

our hands 
To meet one another again ! 

Ellen, Huntingtofi Gates. 




1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ! 

Do not detain me, for I am going 

To where the streamlets are ever flowing. 


I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ! 

2 Of that city, to which I journey , 

My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light; 
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
Nor any tears there, nor any dying. 

3 There the sunbeams are ever shining, 

O, my longing heart, my longing heart is 

Here in this country, so dark and dreary, 
I long have wandered forlorn and weary. 

Ma7y Palmer Dana. 


1 Say, brothers, will you meet us, 
Say, brothers, will you meet us, 
Say, brothers, will you meet us, 

On Canaan's happy shore ? 


Glory, glory, hallelujah. 

Glory, glory, hallelujah, 

Glory, glory, hallelujah, 

Forever, evermore! 

2 By the grace of God we'll meet you. 
By the grace of God we'll meet you, 
By the grace of God we'll meet you, 

Where parting is no more. 


3 Jesus lives and reigns forever, 
Jesus lives and reigns forever, 
Jesus lives and reigns forever, 
On Canaan's happy shore. 

Author Unkitoivn. 


1 I SAW a wayworn trav'ler 

In tattered garments clad, 
And, struggling up the mountain, 

It seemed that he was sad : 
His back vras laden heavy. 

His strength was almost gone, 
Yet he shouted as he journeyed, 

' ' Deliverance vrill come. ' ' 

Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, 
Palms of victory I shall wear. 

2 The summer sun was shining, 

The sweat was on his brow, 
His garments worn and dusty, 

His step seemed very slow : 
But he kejjt pressing onward 

For he was wending home ; 
Still shouting as he journeyed, 

"Deliverance will come." 

3 The songsters in the arbor 

That stood beside the way 
Attracted his attention, 

In^'iting his delay : 
Hl3 watch- word being " Onward !" 

He stopped his ears and ran, 
Still shouting as he journeyed, 

' • Deliverance will come. ' " 


4 I saw him in the evening, 

The sun was bending low, 
He'd overtopped the mountain, 

And reached the vale below : 
He saw the golden city, 

His everlasting home, 
And shouted loud, "Hosanna, 

Deliverance will come ! ' ' 

5 While gazing on that city, 

Just o'er that narrow flood, 
A band of holy angels 

Came from the throne of God : 
They bore him on their pinions 

Safe o'er the dashing foam ; 
And joined him in his triumph, — 

Deliverance has come ! 

6 I heard the song of triumph 

They sang upon that shore, 
Saying, " Jesus has redeemed us 

To suffer nevermore. ' ' 
Then, casting his eyes backward 

On the race which he had run. 
He shouted loud, ' ' Hosaima, 

Deliverance has come ! " 

John B. Matthias^ 


1 I HAVE read of a beautifal city, 

Far away in the kingdom of God ; 
I have read how its walls are of jasper. 

How its streets are all golden and broad ; 
In the midst of the street is life's river, 

Clear as crystal and pure to behold ; 
But not half of that city's bright glory- 
To mortals has ever been told. 


Not half has ever been told; 
Not half has ever been told; 
Not half of that citj 's bright glory- 
To mortals has ever been told. 

I have read of bright mansions in heaven. 

Which the Saviour has gone to prepare; 
And the saints who on earth have been 

Rest forever -svith Christ over there ; 
There no sin ever enters, nor sorrow, 

The inhabitants never grow old ; 
But not half of the wonderful story 

To mortals has ever been told. 

I have read of white robes for the righteous. 

Of bright crowns which the glorified 

wear. [enter, 

When our Father shall bid them '"Come, 

And my glory eternally share ; " 
How the righteous are evermore blessed 

As they walk through the streets of 
pure gold ; 
But not half of the wonderful story 

To mortals has ever been told. 

I have read of a Christ so forgiving, 

That vile sinners may ask and receive 
Peace and pardon for every transgression, 

If when asking they only believe. 
I have read how he'll guide and protect ns. 

If for safety we enter his fold : 
But not half of his goodness and mercy 

To mortals has ever been told. 

Jokn Burck Atckinson. 



1 Im the Christian's home iu glory, 
There remains a land of rest ; 
There my Saviour's gone before me^ 
To fultill my soul's request. 


There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you : 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet field of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 

There is rest for you. 

2 He is fitting up my mansion, 

Which eternally shall stand, 
For my stay shall not be transient, 
In that holy, happy land. 

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share, 
But, in that celestial center, 
I a crown of life shall wear. 

4 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory, 

Shout your triumphs as you go; 
Zion'a gates will open for you. 
You shall find an entrance through.. 

Samuel Young Harmer. 


We shall sleep, but not forever; 

There will be a glorious dawn! 
We shall meet to part, no, never, 

On the resurrection morn! 


From the deepest caves of ocean, 
From the desert and the plain, 

From the valley and the mountain. 
Countless throngs shall rise again. 


We shall sleep, but not forever, 
There will be a glorious dawn ! 

We shall meet to part, no, never. 
On the resurrection morn ! 

2 When we see a precious blossom, 

That we' tended with such care, 
Rudely taken from our bosom ; 

How our aching hearts despair ! 
Eound its little grave we linger. 

Till the setting sun is low, 
Feeling all our hopes have perished 

With the flower we cherished so. 

3 We shall sleep, but not forever, 

In the lone and silent grave : 
Blessed be the Lord that taketh, 

Blessed be the Lord that gave. 
In the bright eternal city 

Death can never, never come ! 
In his own good time he'll call us, 

From our rest, to home, sweet home. 

Mary A. Kiddtr. 


1 OUE Lord is now rejected, 

And by the world disowned, 
By the many still neglected, 
And bv the few enthroned ; 


But soon he'll come in glory, 
The hour is drawing nigh, 
For the crowning day is coming by and 



O the crowning day is coming, 

Is coming hy and by, 
When onr Lord shall come in power 

And glory from on high ; 
O the glorious sight will gladden 

Each waiting, watchful eye, 
In the crowning day that's coming by 

and by. 

2 The heavens shall glow with splendor, 

But brighter far than they 
The saints shall shine in glory, 

As Christ shall them array : 
The beauty of the Saviour, 

Shall dazzle every eye, 

In the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. 

3 Our pain shall then be over. 

We'll sin and sigh no more ; 
Behind us all of sorrow, 

And naught but joy before, 
A joy in our Redeemer, 

As we to him are nigh, 

In the crowning day that's coming by 
and by. 

4 Let all that look for, hasten 

The coming joyful day, 
By earnest consecration, 
To walk the narrow way 

656 ^ 


By gath'ring in the lost ones, 
For whom our Lord did die ; 
For the crowning day is coining by 
and by. 

El. Nathan. 


1 O THINK of the home over there, 

By the side of the river of light, 
Where the saints, all immortal and fair, 

Are robed in their garments of white. 
Over there, over there, 
O think of the home over there; 
Over there, over there, 
O think of the home over there. 

2 O think of the friends over there, 

Who before ns the journey have trod, 
Of the songs that they breathe on the air, 
In their home in the palace of God. 

Over there, over there, 
O think of the friends over there. 

3 My Saviour is now over there, 

There my kindred and frien ds are at rest ; 
Then away from my sorrow and care, 
Let me fly to the land of the blest. 

Over there, over there, 
My Saviour is now over there. 

4 I'll soon be at home over there, 

For the end of my journey I see ; 
Many dear to my heart, over there, 
Are watching and waiting for me. 

Over there, over there, 
I'll soon be at home over there. 

D. W. C. Huntington. 

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1 It may be far, it may be near ; 
There is a hope, there is a fear : 
Bat in the future waiting, I 
Shall Jesus see, yes, by and by. 


By and by, yes, by and by, 
By and by, yea, by and by ; 
But in the future waiting, I 
Shall Jesus see, yes, by and by. 

2 Impatient soul, and murm'ring heart. 
Thy murm'ring cease and bear thy part 
Of pain and labor on life's road, 

For soon 'twill lead thee to thy God. 

By and by, yes, by and by, 
By and by, yes, by and by ; 
There's pain and labor on life's road, 
But soon 'twill lead thee to thy God. 

3 Yes, " by and by " will soon be now. 
And God shall wipe each tear-stained brow; 
The Lamb shall feed them from the throne, 
To living fountains lead his own. 

By and by, yes, by and by, 
By and by, yes, by and by; [throne: 
The Lamb shall feed them from the 
To living fountains lead his own. 

4 O verdant fields ! O shining shore ! 

The Lamb of God spreads wide the door; 
Ah , golden city, surely I 
Shall see thy glories by and by. 


By and by, yes. by and by, 
By and by, yes, by and by ; 
Ah, golden city ! surely I 
Shall see thy glories '*'by and by." 

Author Unknown. 


1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roil 

in fire, 

As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of 
his ire : 

Lo ! self-moving it drives on its pathway 
of cloud, 

And the heavens with the burden of God- 
head are bowed. 

2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are 

Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on 

the Lord ; 
And the glorified saints, and the^ftiartyrs 

are there, 
And there all wlio the palm-wreaths of 

victory wear! 

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead 

have all heard : 
Lo, the depths of the stone-covered char- 

nel are stirred ! 
From the sea, from the earth, from the 

south, from the north. 
All the vast generations of man are come 

forth ! 

4 The judgment! the judgment! the 

thrones are all set, 
Where the Lamb and the white-vested 
elders are met ! 


There all flesh is at once in the sight of 

the Lord, 
And the doom of eternity hangs on his 


5 O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from 

G-reat Creator, on us, thy sad children, 

with love ! 
When beneath to their darkness the 

wicked are driven. 
May our justified souls find a welcome in 

heaven ! 

Henry Hart Milman. 


1 Lord, I care not for riches, 

Neither silver nor gold ; 
I would make sure of heaven, 

I would enter the fold. 
In the book of thy kingdom. 

With its pages so fair, 
TeU me, Jesus, my Saviour, 

Is my name written there ? 


Is my name written there, 
On the page white and fair? 
In the book of thy kingdom. 
Is my name wiitten there? 

2 Lord, my sins they are many, 

Like the sands of the sea, 
But thy blood, O my Sa-\dour ! 
Is suflacient for me ; 


For thy promise is written, 

In bright letters that glow, 
"Though your sins be as scarlet, 

I will make them like snow." 

3 O that beautiful city, 

With its mansions of light, 
With its glorified beings, 

In pure garments of white ; 
Where no evil thing cometh, 

To despoil what is fair ; 
Where the angels are watching, 

Yes, my name's written there. 

Mary A. Kidder. 


1 I think, when I read that sweet story of 

When Jesus was here among men, 
How he called little children as lambs to 

his fold, 
I should like to have been with liim 


2 I wish that his hands had been placed on 

my head. 
That his arms had been thrown around 
That I might have seen his kind looks 
when he said, 
"Let the little ones come unto me." 

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share of his love ; 
And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 
I shall see him and hear him above ; 


4 In that beautiful place he has gone to pre- 
For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
And many dear children are gathering 
' ' For of such is the kingdom of heaven. ' ' 

Jemima Luk£. 

910 7s, 6s. D. 

1 "WoEK,for the night is coming, 

Work through the morning hours ; 
Work while the dew is sparkling, 

Work mid springing flowers; 
Work when the day gTows brighter, 

Work in the glowing sun ; 
Work, for the night is comingt 

When man's work is done. 

2 Work, for the night is coming. 

Work through the sunny noon ; 
Fill brightest hours with labor, 

Eest comes sure and soon : 
Give every flying minute 

Something to keep in store ; 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man works no more. 

3 Work, for the night is coming, 

Under the sunset skies ; 
While their bright tints are glowing. 

Work, for daylight flies : 
Work till the last beam fadeth, 

Fadeth to shine no more ; 
Work while the night is dark'ning, 

When man's work is o'er. 

Annie L. Walker. 



911 C M. 

1 Speak gently ; it is better far 

To rule hj love than fear ; 
Speak gently, let no harsh word mar 
The good we may do here. 

2 Speak gently to the young, for they 

Will have enough to bear ; 
Pass through this life as best they may, 
'Tis full of anxious care. 

3 Speak gently to the aged one, 

Grieve not the care-worn heart ; 
The sands of life are nearly run, 
Let them in peace depart. 

4 Speak gently to the erring ones ; 

They must have tolled in vain ; 
Perchance unkindness made them so ; 
O win them back again ! 

5 Speak gently ; 'tis a little thing. 

Dropped in the heart's deep well ; 
The good, the joy, that it may bring, 
Eternity shaU tell. 

G. W. Langford, 

913 C. M. 

1 Think gently of the erring one; 

O let us not forget, 
However darkly stained by sin, 
He is our brother yet ! 

2 Heir of the same inheritance, 

Child of the self-same God, 
He hath but stumbled in the path 
We have in weakness trod. 


3 Speak gently to the erring ones : 

We yet may lead them back, 
"With holy words, and tones of love, 
From misery's thorny track. 

4 Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned. 

And sinful yet may'st be ; 
Deal gently with the erring heart, 
As God iiath dealt with thee. 

Miss Fletcher. 

913 7s. 6s. D, 

1 Go, when the morning shineth. 

Go, when the noon is bright, 
Go, when the eve declineth, 

Go, in the hush of night ; 
Go, with pure mind and feeling. 

Put earthly thoughts away, 
And, in God's presence kneeling, 

Do thou in secret pray ! 

2 Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee ; 
Pray, too, for those who hate thee, 

If any such there be ; 
Then for thyself, in meekness, 

A blessing humbly claim, 
And blend with each petition, 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 

3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee 

in solitude to pray, 
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee> 

"When friends are round thy way, 
E'en then the silent breathing, 

Thy spirit lifts above, 
Will reach his throne in glory, 

Where dwells eternal love. 


4 O not a joy or blessing 

With this can we compare, 
The privilege thus given us 

To pour our souls in prayer : 
Then when thou pin'st in sadness, 

Before his footstool fall, 
And turn thee, in thy gladness, 

To him who gave thee all. 

Jane Cross Simpson, 


1 O WHAT ship is this that will take us all 


O glory! Hallelujah ! 
'Tis the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah ! 
'Tis the old ship of Zion, Hallelujah ! 

2 Come along, come along, and let us go 


O glory ! Hallelujah ! 
Our home is over Jordan, Hallelujah ! 
Our home is over Jordan, Hallelujah I 

3 Do you think she will he able to take ns 

all home? 
O glory ! Hallelujah ! 
No doubt she will be able. Hallelujah 1 
No doubt she will be able, Hallelujah I 

4 She has landed many thousands, and can 

land as many more ! 
O glory ! Hallelujah ! 

She has landed them in heaven, Halle- 
lujah ! 

She has landed them in heaven. Halle- 
lujah I 

Author Unknown, 



1 From all the dark places 
Of earth's heathen races, 

O see how the thick shadows fly ! 
The Toice of salvation 
Awakes eveiy nation, 

*' Come over and help us," they cry, 


The kingdom is coming, 

O tell ye the story, 
God's banner exalted shall be! 

The earth shall be full of 
His knowledge and glory, 

As waters that cover the sea ! 

2 The sunlight is glancing 
O'er armies advancing 

To conquer the kingdoms of sin ; 
Our Lord shall possess them, 
His presence shall bless them, 

His beauty shall enter them in. 

S With shouting and singing. 
And jubilant ringing, 

Their arms of rebellion cast down, 
At last every nation, 
The Lord of salvation 
Their King and Redeemer shall crown ! 

Mary B. C. Slade. 

916 6s & 4. 

1 Christ for the world we sing : 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With loving seal ; 
The poor, and them that mourn, 


The faint and over-borne, 
Sinsick and sorrow-^vorn, 
Whom Christ doth Leal. 

2 Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring. 

With fervent prayer ; 
The wayward and the lost, 
By reckless passion tossed, 
Kedeemed, at countless cost, 

From dark despair. 

3 Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With one accord ; 
With us the work to share, 
With us reproach to dare. 
With US the cross to bear. 

For Cin:ist our Lord. 

4 Christ for the world we sing ; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With joyful song; 
The new-born souls, whose days, 
Eeclaimed from error's ways, 
Inspired with hope and praise, 

To Christ belong. 

Samuel Woicott. 

917 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Yes, my native land, I love thee ! 
All thy scenes, I love them well ; 
Friends, connections, happy country, 
Can I bid you all farewell ? 

Can I leave thee, 
Far in heathen lands to dv.-ell? 


2 Home ! thy joys are passing lovely — 

Joys no stranger-heart can tell ; 

Happy home ! — 'tis sure I love thee! 

Can I, can I say, "Farewell?" 

Can I leave thee, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell? 

3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 

Holy days and Sabbath-bell, 
Eichest, brightest, sweetest treasure ! 
Can I say a last farewell? 

Can I leave you. 
Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 

Yes ! I hasten from you gladly, 
From the scenes I love so well ; 

Far away, ye billows, bear me ! 
Lovely native land, farewell ! 

Pleased I leave thee, 
Far in heathen lands to dwelL 

In the deserts let me labor, 
On the mountains let me tell, 

How he died — the blessed Saviour — 
To redeem a world from hell ! 

Let me hasten, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell. 

Samuel Francis Smith, 


1 God be with you till we meet again ; 
By his counsels guide, uphold you, 
With his sheep securely fold you, 
God be with you till we meet again. 


Till Ave meet, till we meet, 
Till Ave meet at Jesus' feet; 
Till Tve meet, till we raeet, 
God be with you till we meet again. 

2 God be with you till we meet again, 
'Neath his wings securely hide you ; 
Daily manna still provide you. 
God be with you till we meet again. 

3 Grod be with you till we meet again, 
When life's perils thick confound you ; 
Put his arms unfailing round you, 
God be with you till we meet again. 

4 God be with you till we meet again, 
Keep love's banner floating o'er you ; 
Smite death's threat 'ning wave before you, 
God be with you till we meet again. 

J. E. Rankin. 



919 L. M. 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise hira, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Thomas Ken. 

920 L. M. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be honor, praise, aiid ^ory given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven. 

Isaac Watts. 

921 C. M. 

Now let the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored ; 
Where there are works to make him known, 

Or saints to love the Lord. 

Isaac Watts. 

922 c. M. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was, is now, 

And shall be ever more. 

Tate and Brady, 



923 s. M. 

Give to the Father praise, 

Give glory to the Son ; 
And to the Spirit of his grace 

Be equal honor done. 

Isaac Watts. 

924 s. M. 

To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, One in Three, 
Be glory, as it was, is now. 

And shall forever be. 

John Wesley. 

935 8s, 7s. D. 

Lord, dismiss ns with thy blessing, 

Bid ns now depart in j)eace ; 
Still on heavenly manna feeding. 

Let our faith and love increase : 
Fill each breast with consolation ; 

Up to thee our hearts we raise : 
When we reach our blissful station. 

Then we'll give thee nobler praise. 

Robert Hawker. 

926 8s, 7s. D. 

May the grace of Christ our Sa^i.o^^, \ 

And the Father's boundless love, 
"With the Holy Spirit's favor, 

Eest upon us from above ! 
Thus may we abide in union 

With each other in the Lord ; 
And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford, 

John Newton 



927 7s. 

Sing vre to onr God above, 
Praise eternal as his love ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Charles Wesley, 

928 8s, 7s, & 4. 
Geeat Jehovah ! we adore thee, 

God the Father, God the Son, 
God the Spirit, joined in glory 
On the same eternal throne : 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One. 

IVilliam Goode. 

929 7s, 6s, & 8. 

Father. Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Thy Godhead we adore, 
Join with the celestial host. 

Who praise thee evermore ! 
Live by earth and heaven adored, 

The Three in One, the One in Three ; 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

All glory be to thee ! 

Charles Wesley, 





A broken heart, my God, my King . . 324 

A charge to keep l"have 486 

A few more years shall 60o 

A mighty fortress is our God 551 

A thousand oracles divine 2 

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide. 828 

According to thy gracious word 243 

Ah! Lord, with' trembling I confess.. 491 

Ah ! whither should I go 331 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 344 

All hail the power of Jesus' name . . . 132 
All praise to our redeeming Lord .... 733 
All praise to the Lamb I Accepted I. . 404 
All praise to thee, my God, this night. 800 

All things are ready , 855 

Almighty God of love 662 

Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound. 570 

Am I a soldier of the cross ? 566 

And am I born to die? 589 

And am I only born to die ? 593 

And are we yet alive ? 228 

And can I yet delay ? 330 

And let our bodies part 232 

And let this feeble body fail 646 

And must I be to judgiiient brought . 596 

And must this body die 61^ 

And now, my soul, another year 718 

43 673 



And will th8 great, eternal God 694 

And will the Judge descend 298 

And wilt thou yet be found 372 

A ngel of covenanted grace 830 

Angels from the realms of 73 

Angels your march oppose 210 

Another six days' work is done 257 

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat.. . 346 

Are you staying, safely staying 847 

Arise, my soul, arise 386 

Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, anse. . . 301 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake 213 

Around the throne of God in 892 

As pants the hart for cooling streams. 353 

Asleep in Jesus, blessed 599 

Assembled at thy great command 668 

Author of faith, eternal Word 377 

Author of faith, to thee I cry 308 

Author of good, we rest on thee 548 

Author of our salvation, thee 244 

Awake, and sing the song 573 

Awake, Jerusalem, awake 214 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun.. . 791 

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 138 

Awake, my soul I stretch every nen'e. 469 

Awake, my soul, to meet the day 793 

Awake, our souls ! avv'ay, our fears . . . 472 

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 384 

Away ! n:iy needless fears 555 

Away, my unbelieving fear 552 

Away with our sorrow and fear 642 

Baptized into thy name 235 

Be it my only wisdom here 479 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 55 




Before the throne my Saviour 125 

Beliold a Stranger at 'the door 291 

Behold the blind their sight receive. . 77 

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Behold the morning sun 461 

Behold the mountain of the Lord 675 

Behold the Saviour of mankind 94 

Behold the sure Foundation-stone. . . 691 

Behold thy temple, God of Grace 693 

Behold v/hat wondrous grace 382 

Behold 'where in a mortal form 142 

Being of beings, Grod of love 771 

Beset with snares on every hand 526 

Bevond the smiling and the 889 

Bid me of men beware 494 

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine 860 

Blest are the pure in heai-t 413 

Blest are the sons of peace. 817 

Blest are the souls who hear and 198 

Blest be our everlasting Lord. , 36 

Blest l)e the dear uniting love 231 

Blest be the tie that binds 751 

Blest hour when mortal man 757 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 267 

Bound upon th' accui^sed tree 93 

Brief life is here our portion 654 

Brightest and best of the sons of the . 72 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 702 

By faith I to the fountain fly Ill 

By faith I view my Saviour'. 877 

By thy buHi and by thy tears 348 

Called from above, I rise 108 

Calm on the bosom .615 

Ca-st thy burden on the Lord 468 




Celestial Dove, come from above. ... 179 
Cheered with thy converse, Lord, I . . . 467 

Children of the heavenly King 458 

Christ for the world we sing 916 

Christ, from whom all blessings fiow . 743 

Christ is made the sure 6S9 

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 127 

Come, and let us sweetly join 737 

Come away to the skies ! 813 

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.. 233 
Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.. 786 
Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.. 698 
Come, Holy Ghost, all quick'ning fire 175 

Come, Holy Ghost, in love 182 

Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire. . 189 
Come, Holy Ghost, our heaiis inspire 171 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 176 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove. . . 178 
Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 277 
Come, let us anew our journey pui-sue 706 
Come, let us anew our journey pursue 457 
Come, let us join our cheerful songs. . 143 
Come, let us join our friends above. . 582 
Come, let us join with one accord. . . . 256 
Come, let us use the grace divine. . . . 717 
Come, let us who in Christ believe. . . 295 
Come, Lord, and claim me for thine . 421 

Come, my soul, thy suit 782 

Come, O my God, the promise seal. . 449 

Come, my soul, in sacred lays 12 

Come, O thou all-victorious Lord. . . . 304 

Come, thou God of grace 697 

Come, O tliou greater than our heart. 425 
Come, O thou Traveler unknown .... 360 

Come, ye sinners, to your Lord 269 




Come on, my partnei's in distress 576 

Come quickly, gracious Lord, and take 775 
Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above .... 435 
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast. . . . 270 

Come, sound his praise abroad 7 

Come, thou almightj^ King 1 

Come, thou everlasting Spirit 248 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 525 

Come, thou long-expected Jesus 778 

Come to the morning prayer 788 

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye . . 294 

Com.e, ye saints, look here 117 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy . . . 273 

Come, ye that love the Lord .... 621 

Come, ye weary sinners, come 287 

Comfort, ye ministers of grace 216 

Commit thou all thy griefs 554 

Creator, Sphit, by whose aid 167 

Dark was the night, and cold the.... 84 
Daughter of Zion, awake from thy. . . 212 

Daughter of Zion, from the dust 661 

Day by day the manna fell 558 

Day of judgment, day of wonders . . . 629 

Day of wrath, O dreadful day 595 

Death rides on every 586 

Deem not that they are blest 531 

Delay not, delay not 275 

Depth of mercy I can there be 868 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 319 

Do not I love thee, O my Lord 496 

Draw near, O Son of God, draw near. 221 

Dread Jehovah, God of 722 

Dread Sovereign, let my evening song 810 
Drooping souls, no longer 281 




Early, my God, without delay 34 

Earth, rejoice, our Lord is King 123 

Equip me for the war 837 

Ere mountains reared their 53 

Eternal depth of love divine 56 

Eternal Power, whose high abode ... 31 

Eternal Source of every joy 716 

Except the Lord conduct the plan. . . 227 

Fade, fade, each earthly joy 863 

Fading, still fading, the last 811 

Far as thy name is known 205 

Far fi-om my thoughts, vain world, be 263 
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee . . . 819 

Father, at thy footstool see 744 

Father, behold v,dth gracious eyes 315 

Father, how wide thy glory shines ... 42 

Father, I dare believe 438 

Father, I know that all my life 644 

Father, I stretch my hands to thee. . . 345 

Father, I wait before thy throne 314 

Father, if I may call thee so 833 

Father, if justly still we claim , . 180 

Father, in whom we live 29 

Father, into thy hands alone 833 

Father of all, in whom alone 683 

Father of heaven, whose love 50 

Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord 434 

Father of mercies, in thy word 6S6 

Father of mercies, send thy grace. . . . 504 

Father, our hearts we lift 66 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One. . . 436 
Father, Son, and Ploly Ghost, Thy. . . 929 

Father, to thee my soul Ilift 529 

Father, whatever of earthly bliss. . . . c 545 



ForeTer here my rest shall be 408 

Forever with the Lord 631 

Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go 825 

Forward be our watch- word 574 

Fountain of life, to all below 770 

Friend after fi-iend departs 617 

From all that dwell below the skies. . 669 

From ail the dark places 915 

From every stormy wind that 767 

From Greenland's icy mountains 670 

From the cross the blood is felling, . . 99 

Gentle stranger, fearless come 814 

Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 463 

Give me a new, a perfect heart 432 

Give me the wings of faith to lise. . . . 637 

Give to the Father praise 923 

Give to the winds thy fears 556 

Giver and guardian of my sleep 797 

Giver of concord, Prmce of peace. . . . 747 
Glorious thing-s of thee are spoken. . . 206 

Glory be to God on high 252 

Go labor on; spend and be spent. . . . 501 
Go, preach my gospel, saith tlie Lord 215 

Go, spirit of the sainted 624 

Go to the grave in all thy glorious. . . 626 

Go to thy rest, fair child 607 

Go when the morning shineth 913 

Go, ye messengei-s of God 672 

God l>e with you till we meet again.. 918 

God bless our native land .". 729 

God calling yet! shall I not hear?, ... 292 

God in his earthly temple lays 202 

God is in this and every place 322 

God is love ; his mercy 26 




God is the refuge of hi3 sainig 199 

God moves in a mysterious way 43 

God of all consolation 752 

God of all grace and majesty 608 

God of all power, and truth, and grace 429 

God of almighty love 487 

God of eternal truth and grace 448 

God of eternal truth and love 234 

God of love, that hear'st the prayer. . 746 
God of my life, through all my Says. 831 
God of my life, whose gracious power 47 
Good is the Lord, the heavenly King 713 

Grace! 'tis a. charming sound 161 

Gracious Redeemer, ehake 484 

Great God, attend, while Zion sings. . 201 
Great God , indulge my humble claim . 772 

Great God of nations, now 727 

Great God, the nations of the earth . . 656 

Great God, to me the sight afford 52 

Great is our redeeming Lord 204 

Great is the Lord our God 690 

Great Jehovah! we adore thee 928 

Great Spirit, by whose 185 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 400 

Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord 3 

Hail the day that sees him rise. . , . . . 126 

Hail! thou once despised Jesus 129 

Hail to the brightness of Zion's 673 

Hail to the Lord's anointed 660 

Happy soul, thy daj^s are ended 840 

Happy the niriu that finds the grace. 396 

Happy the souls to Jesus joined 740 

Hark ! a voice divides tlie sky 613 

Hark ! a voice from Eden . , 891 




Hark I from the tombs a dolefal sound 587 
Hark ! hark, my soul, augelic songs . . . 633 

Hark! how the watchmen crj-' 209 

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord 385 

Hark! ten thousand harps and 137 

Hark ! tlie glad sound, the Saviour. . . 58 

Hark ! tlie herald angels sing 63 

Hark! the song of jubilee 671 

Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling 489 

Hark! the voice of love and mercy. . 113 

Hark! what mean those holy 68 

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time 666 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise 289 

He comes ! he comes ! the Judge 590 

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies . . 88 
He leadeth me, O blessed thought. . . 861 
Hear what the voice from heaven. . . 614 
High in the heavens, eternal God ... 49 

High on his everlasting throne 222 

Ho! every one that thii-sts, draw nigh 271 
Holy and true, and righteous Lord . . 433 

Holy as thou, Lord, is none 54 

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness 186 

Holy Ghost, with light divine 187 

Holy, holy, holy. Lord 5 

Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty 4 
Holy Lamb, who thee confess. . ... .. 80 

Holv Lamb, who thee receive 442 

Holy Spirit, faithful Guide 190 

How are thj'' servants blest 731 

How beauteous are their feet 218 

How blest the righteous when he dies 602 

How can a sinner know 380 

How can it be, thou heavenly King. . 395 

How did my heart rejoice to hear. . . 197 




How do thy mercies close me round. 805 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of. 546 

How gentle God's commands 553 

How great the wisdom, power, and . . 133 

How happy are the newborn race . . . 399 

How happy are they Who their 402 

How happy every child of grace 644 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot 839 

How large the promise, how divine. . 236 

How lost was my condition 856 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 203 

How precious is the book divine .... 684 

How rich thy bounty. King of kings. 223 

How sad our state by nature is 343 

How shall a lost sinner in pain . 371 

How shall the young secure their. ... 681 

How sweet, how heavenly is the 735 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 153 

How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 74 

Plow tedious and tasteless the hours . 505 

How vain are all things here below. . 519 

I am coming to the cross 864 

I am far frae my hame 884 

I am thine,^ Lord 873 

I ask the gift of righteousness 342 

I have read of a beautiful city 901 

I hear thy welcome voice. 858 

I hear thy word with love 30 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 843 

I know that my Redeemer lives and . 413 
I know that my Redeemer lives what 118 

I long to behold him aiTayed 643 

I love thy kingdom, Lord 194 

I love to steal awhile away 820 




I love to tell the storj'- 875 

I need thee every hour 851 

1 saw a wayworn trav ' ler 900 

I shall not want 541 

I the good fight have fought 579 

I think when I read 909 

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God 394 

I want a principle within 478 

I was a wandering sheep 854 

I was once far away from the Saviour 859 

I will sing you a song 897 

I worship thee, most gracious » 549 

I would be thine, thou know'st I 412 

I would not live al way 647 

If human kindness meets return 240 

If, Lord, I have accepto.nce found 424 

I'll praise my Maker while I've breath 14 

I'm a pilgriin and 898 

In age and feebleness extreme 835 

In every time and place 456 

In evil long I took delight 312 

In some way or other 865 

In the Christian's home in 902 

In the cross of Christ I glory 101 

In the soft season of thy youth 280 

In trouble and in grief, O'God 537 

Infinite God, to thee we raise 39 

It is not death to die 627 

It may be far, it may be near 906 

It may not be our lot to wield 482 

Jehovah, God the Father, bless 403 

Jerusalem, my happy home 649 

Jerusalem, the golden, with , . . . 652 

Jesus, accept the praise 230 




Jesus, all-atoning Lamb 451 

Jesus, all-redeeming Lord 249 

Jesus, and shall it ever be 495 

Jesus, answer from above 359 

Jesus, at whose supreme command . . 242 

Jesus comes with all his grace 428 

Jesus drinks the bitter cup 91 

Jesus, gracious One, calleth 846 

Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep . . 739 

Jesus hath died that I might live 450 

Jesus, I love thy charming name 156 

Jesus, I my cross have taken 540 

Jesus, if still thou art to-day 339 

Jesus is our common Lord 406 

Jesus, keep me near the cross 866 

Jesus, let all thy lovers shine . . 498 

Jesus, let thy pitying eye 366 

Jesus, Lord, we look to thee 816 

Jesus, Lover of my soul 354 

Jesus, my advocate above 309 

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 350 

Jesus, my life, thyself apply 441 

Jesus, my Lord, attend 351 

Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace . . 502 

Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend . . 480 

Jesus, my strength, my hope 777 

Jesus, my tnith, my way 476 

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind 305 

Jesus, shall I never be 492 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun . . . 658 

Jesus, the all-restoring word 365 

Jesus, the conqu'ror, reigns 208 

Jesus, the life, the truth, the way 423 

Jesus, the name high over all 220 

Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee. . . 334 



Jesus, the tmth and power divine. . . 229 

Jesus, the very thought of thee 152 

Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest 838 

Jesus, the word bestow 687 

Jesus, these eyes have never 145 

Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord 306 

Jesus, thou everlasting King 375 

Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts 157 

Jesus, thy blessings are not few 307 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness . . 376 

Jesus, thy boundless love to me 409 

Jesus, thy far extended fame 335 

Jesus, to thee I now can fly 507 

Jesus, united by thy gi'ace 742 

Jesus, we look to thee 732 

Jesus, we on the words depend 168 

Jesus, we thus obey 247 

Jesus, where'er thy people meet 768 

Jesus, while our hearts are 623 

Joy is a fruit that will not grow 392 

Joy to the world — the Lord is come. . 59 

Joyfully, joyfully, onward 888 

Just as'l am, without one plea 318 

Lamb of Grod, whose dying love 250 

Late, late, so late, and dark the night 320 

Lead, kindly light 462 

Let all who traly bear 246 

Let earth and heaven agi-ee 141 

Let everlasting glories crown 682 

Let every mortal ear attend 279 

Let every tongue thy goodness speak 35 

Let Him to whom we now belong. . . 407 

Let me alone another year 707 

Let not the wise their wisdom boast. 514 



Let songs of praises fill the sky 170 

Let the world their virtue boast 355 

Let us, with a gladsome mind 21 

Let worldly minds the world 393 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake. , . . . . 219 

Life is a span, a fleeting hour 610 

Lift up your hearts to things above. . 755 

Light of life, seraphic fire 785 

Like Noah's weary dove 738 

Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending 163 

Lo ! I come v/ith joy to do 834 

Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 592 

Lo! the pris'ner is released 621 

Lo! what an entertaining sight 748 

Long have 7" sat beneath tlie sound. . 311 
Long have 1 seemed to serve thee.. . . 323 

Look, ye saints, the sight is 136 

Lord, all. I am is known to thee 33 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. Bid 925 
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. Fill 581 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost 188 

Lord, how secure and blessed are they 397 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 829 

Lord, I believe a rest remains 411 

Lord, I cannot let thee go 783 

Lord, I cars not for riches 908 

Lord, I delight in thee 510 

Lord, I despair myself to heal 328 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessings . 850 

Lord, if at thy command 663 

Lord, if thou thy grace impart 512 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 793 

Lord, in the strength of grace 437 

Lord, it belongs not to ni)'' care 464 

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly .... 857 



Lord of earth, thy forming hand 475 

L-ord of hosts ! to thee we raise. . , . . . 696 

Lord of the harvest, hear 217 

Lord over all, if thou hast made 664 

Lord, thy glory fills the heavens .... 25 
Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin . . . 325 

Lord, we believe to us and oui"^ 169 

Lord, we come before thee now 756 

Lord, when thou didst ascend on high 120 
Lord, while for all mankind we pray 721 
Lord, whom winds and seas obey. . .'. 730 

Lord, with glowing heart I'd. . .'. 148 

Love Di\^ne, all loves excelling 444 

Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb 415 

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned. . . . 154 

iSIary, to the Saviour's tomb 870 

Master, the tempest is raging 862 

Mav I, throughout this day of thine. 262 

May the grace of Christ 926 

Mercy descending from above 704 

Mid scenes of confusion 745 

Mighty God, while angels bless 140 

More love to thee, O Christ 416 

Mortals, awake, with angels join 60 

Must I my brother keep 499 

!Must Jesus bear the cross alone 542 

My country, 'tis of thee 728 

My days are gliding sv.iftly by 880 

My dear Redeemer and mv Lord 79 

I\[y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so. 470 

;My foith looks up to thee *. 398 

My God, accept my heart 410 

My God, how endless is thy love 806 

My God, how wonderful thou art 16 




My God, I know, I feel thee mine. . . 446 
My God, I love thee not because .... 151 

My God, I now from sleep awake 821 

My God, is any liour so sweet 790 

My God, my Father, while 1 532 

My God, my God, to thee I cry 765 

My God, my life, my love. . . .\ 517 

My God, my portion, and my love. . . 618 
My God, the spring of all my joys . . . 401 

My heavenly home is bright 895 

My home is In heaven 879 

My hope is built on nothing less .... 849 
My hope, my all, mj^ Saviour thou. . . 569 

My Jesus, as thou wilt 509 

My latest sun is sinking 894 

My Saviour and mv King 160 

]\ly Saviour, how sliall I proclaim . . . 100 
My Saviour, my Almighty Friend. . . 144 

My sole possession is thy love 562 

My soul, be on thy guard 578 

My soul, repeat his praise 9 

My soul, with all thy wakened powers 524 
My span of life will soon be done. . . 664 

Nature v>'ith open volume stands. ... 164 

Xear the cross was Mary weeping. ... 98 

Nearer, my God, to thee 473 

New eveiy morning 792 

Not all the blood of beasts 109 

Not with our mortal eyes 381 

Nov/ begin the heavenly theme 149 

Now from the altar of our hearts 807 

Now I have found the ground wherein 378 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey 122 

Now let the Father and the Son 921 



Now to the Lord, a noble song 78 

Now to the Lord, who makes us know 1G6 

O bles? the Lord, my soul 6 

O blessed, blessed sounds of grace , . . 776 

O blessed souls are they 379 

S) come and dwell in me 177 

O could I speak the matchless 139 

O do not let the word depart 272 

O for a closer walk with God 364 

O for a faith that will not shrink 451- 

O for a glance of heavenly day 327 

O for a heart of ciilm repose 420 

O for a heart to praise my God 440 

O for a thousand tongues, to sing 374 

O for that tenderness of heart 313 

O for the happy days gone by 352 

O garden of Olivet /. ". 87 

O glorious hope of perfect love 431 

O God, most merciful and true 430 

O God, my God, my all 823 

O God, our help in ages past 533 

O God, our strength, to thee our 41 

O God, thou bottomless abyss 32 

O God, what offering shall I give 439 

O God, who madest earth and sky. . . 799 

O happy day,that fixed my choice. . . 827 

O how can tliev look up to heaven. . 705 

O how the love of God attracts 419 

O it is hard to work for God 513 

O Jesus, full of grace 373 

O Jesus, Light of all below 146 

O joyful sound of gospel grace 427 

O Lord, how happy shoutd we be 563 

■O Lord, in mercy spare 712 

44 689 

I2>:dex of hyj^ns. 


O Love Divine, how sweet thou art. . 356 

O Love Divine, that stooped to share. 82 

O Love Divine, what hast thou done. 96 

O Master, it is good to he 85 

O may thy powerful word 779 

O might my lot he cast with these. . . 207 

O Mother dear, Jerusalem 648 

O m.y offended God 332 

O righteous God, thou Judge supreme 720 

O sacred Head now wounded 90 

O sometimes the shadows are deej). . 867 

O Spirit of the living God 191 

O tell me no more of. 741 

O that I could my Lord receive 338 

O that I could repent; O that 317 

O that I could repent, vath all 316 

O that in me the sacred fire 447 

that my load of sin were gone 445 

O the hour when this material 841 

O think of the home over there 905 

O thou eternal Victim slain 124 

O thou God of my salvation 389 

O thou great God, whose piercing eye 824 

O thou in whose presence 370 

O thou that wouldst not have 604 

O thou to whose all-searching sight. . 534 

O thou who all things canst control. . 471 

thou who earnest from above 515 

thou who driest the mourner's tear 539 

thou who hast our sorrows borne. . 358 

O tliou whom all thy saints adore 10 

O thou whom once they flocked to. . . 336 

O thou whose bounty fills my 622 

O thou whose mercy guides my way. 523 

O thou whose mercy hears 367 




thou whose ofieringon the tree 112 

'tis delight, without alloy 388 

O turn ye, O turn ye 274 

O what a blessed hope is oui*s 645 

O what a taste is this 251 

what ship is this 914 

wheu shall I see Jesus 881 

where shall rest be found 588 

word of God incarnate 688 

worship the King all glorious 19 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness. . '. , 667 

Of Him who did salvation bring 165 

Omnipresent God, whose aid 801 

On all the earth thy Spirit shower. . . 181 
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand . . . 651 

On the mountain's top api^earing 674 

On this stone now laid with 692 

Once more, my soul, the rising day . , 796 
Once more we' come before our God. . 452 

One sole baptismal sign 193 

One sweetly solemn thought 605 

One there is above all otliers 75 

Only waiting till the shadows 886 

Onward, Christian soldiei-s 575 

Our Father,God,v;ho art in 781 

Our few revoMng years , 709 

Our God ascends his lofty throne 15 

Our God is love,and all .'. 734 

Our heavenly Father, hear 762 

Our Lord is now rejected 904 

Our Lord is risen from the dead 121 

Our sins on Christ were laid 92 

Our souls by love together knit 754 

Out of the depths to thee I cry ...... 83 




Parent of good i thj'- bounteous liand . 57 

Pass me not, O gentle Saviour 852 

Peace, troubled soul, thou neede.^t ... 48 

People of the living God. 749 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 155 

Praise God, from whom all blessings. . 919 

Praise the Lord ! ye heavens ........ 24 

Praise the Saviour, all ye nations 677 

Praise to God, immortal praise 724 

Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to I'aise. 13 

Pra^^er is appointed to convey 774 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 769 

Prince of peace, control my 567 

Pure are the joys above the sky. 640 

Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy 349 

Ready for my earthen bed 836 

Redeemer of mankind 159 

Rejoice for a brother deceased 622 

Rejoice, the Lord is King 134 

Religion is the chief concern. 516 

Reniark, my soul, the narrow bound. 708 

Repent, the voice celestial cries 296 

Rest for the toiling hand 628 

Return, O wanderer, return 293 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 455 

Rise, O my soul, pursue the 465 

Rock of ages, cleft for me 106 

Safely through another week 259 

Salvation ! O the joyful sound 65 

Saviour again, to thy dear name 266 

Saviour, breatiie an evening blessing. 802 

Saviour, I now vvith shame confess. . 363 

Saviour, like a shepherd, lead us 701 




Saviour, more than life to me 878 

Saviour of all, to thee we bow 736 

Saviour of men, thy searching eye. . 225 

Saviour, visit thy plantation 787 

Saviour, who thy flock art 700 

Say, brothers, will you meet us. .... . 899 

Say wliere is thy refuge, my brother. 845 

See how great a flame aspires 679 

See how the morning sun 795 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand . . . 237 

See, Jesus, thy disciples see 760 

See the corn again in ear 714 

See the leaves around us falling 715 

Servant of God, well done. Rest 655 

Servant of God, well done, Thy 682 

Shall foolish, weak, short-sighted 37 

Shall hyuins of grateful love 150 

Sliall I, for fear of feeble man 224 

Shall man, O God of light 6:34 

She loved her Saviour and 497 

Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve. . 764 

Shepherd of tender youth , 699 

Shout the glad tidings 135 

Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive 310 

Shrinking from the cold hand of . . . . 600 

Silently the shades of evening 826 

Since all the varying scenes of time. . 44 

Since Jesus freely did appear 812 

Sing all in heaven at Jesus' birth 62 

Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord 511 

Sing to the great Jehovah's pmise 711 

Sing we to our God above 927 

Sinners, obey the gospel word 268 

Sinners, the voice of God regard 297 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die 288 




So let our lips and lives express 490 

Softly fades the twilight 265 

Softly now the light of day 809 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 572 

Son of God, thy blessing grant 459 

Sons of God, exulting rise 405 

Sons of God, triumphant rise 105 

Sovereign of all the worlds on high . . 184 

Sow in tiie morn thy seed 500 

Speak gently, it is better far 911 

Spirit divine, attend our prayer 172 

Spirit of faith, come down 174 

Stand up and bless the Lord 8 

Stand up, stand up for Jesus 580 

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay 192 

Still stir me up to strive 477 

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour 822 

Sweet hour of prayer 789 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King 258 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. 400 

Sweet was the time v/hen first 369 

Sweetly, Lord, have we heard 868 

Swell the antiiem, raise the song 725 

Take the name of Jesus with 876 

Take up thy cross, the Saviour 543 

Talk with us. Lord, thyself reveal 466 

Teach me, my God an'd King 528 

Teach me the measure of my days. . . 584 

That awful day will surely come .... 597 

That doleful night before his death. . 245 

The chariot, the chariot 907 

The counsels of redeeming grace 685 

The day is past and gone 803 

The day of wratli, that dreadful day. 591 



The God of Abrali'm praise 17 

The God who reigns on high IS 

The head that once was crowned 131 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord . 680 
The King of heaven his table spreads 239 

The Lord declares his will 282 

The Lord is risen indeed 116 

The Lord my pasture shall 40 ^ 

The Lord my Shepherd is 527 

The Lord of glory is my light 196 

The Lord of Sabbath let us praise. . . 255 
The Lord, our God, is clothed v.'ith . . 51 

The Lord will come, and not be 71 " 

The mistiikes of my life have 848 

The morning flowei-s display their. . . 611 

The morning light is breaking 665 

The nations call! h-om sea to sea 669 

The perfect world by Adam trod 695 

The pity of the Lord 28 

The praise of Zion waits for thee 200 

The praying spirit breathe 761 

The promise of my Father's love 241 

The saints who die of Christ pa«sest. 598 

The Saviour calls, let every ear 283 

The spacious firmament on high 38 

The Spirit breathes upon the word. . 173 

The Sun of righteousness appears 115 

The thing my God doth hate 417 

The voice of free grace cries 276 

Thee we adore, eternal Lord 11 

Thee we adore, eternal Name 585 

Thee will I love, my strength, my. . . 474 
There is a calm for those who. ...... 630 

There is a fountain filled with blood . 107 

There is a gate that stands ajar 853 




There is a land immortal o . 653 

There is a land mine eye hath 639 

There is a land of pure delight 650 

There is an eye that never sleeps 758 

There is an hour of peaceful rest 635 

There is no sorrow, Lord, too light . . . 780 

There were ninety and nine that 8-14 

There's a land that is fairer 896 

There's a wideness in God's mercy . . 27 
These mortal joys, how soon they fade 503 

They who seek the throne of 784 

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love 264 

Think gently of the erring one 912 

This is the day the Lord hath made. 261 

This, this is the God we adore 23 

Thou art gone to the grave 620 

Thou art the way ; to thee alone 81 

Thou great mysterious God unknovrn 357 

Thou hidden love of God, whose 520 

Thou hidden Source of calm repose . . 158 

Thou Judge of quick and dead 719 

Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of, . 568 
Thou Lord hast blessed my going out 808 

Thou my everlasting portion 872 

Thou Refuge of my soul 533 

Thou seest my feebleness. 483 

Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine. . 506 
Thou Son of God, whose flaming eye. 302 

Thou whose almighty word 676 

Though troubles assail. And dangers. 561 
Through all the changing scenes of. , 650 

Through all the lofty sky 723 

Through sorrow's night and 606 

Thus far the Lord hath led me on 804 

Thus Lydia sanctified her house 238 




Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love 46 

Thy life I read, my gi-acious Lord .... 608 
Thy presence, gracious God, afford . . 453 

Thy way, not mine, Lord 530 

Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea 45 

'Tis a thing I lon^ to know 362 

'Tis finished, the Messiah dies. ...... 103 

'Tis midnight, and on Ouve's brow. . 110 

'Tis my happiness below 535 

'Tis religion that can give 893 

To Father, Son and Holv Ghost 922 

To God the Father, God the Son 920 

To God, the Father, Son 924 

To God, the only wise 162 

To God your every want 763 

To us a Child of hope is born 64 

To us a Child of royal birth 70 

To us this day a Child is given , 67 

Together let us sweetly live 885 

To-morrow, Lord, is tliine. 299 

Tiy us, God, and search the ground 750 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb. ... 612 

Up to the bountiful giver of life 890 

Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall." 481 

Urge on your rapid course 211 

Vain, delusive world, adieu , 391 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits 284 

Vital spark of heavenly flame 842 

^Vait, O my soul, thy Maker's will 560 

Vratohman, tell us of the night 678 

We bid thee welcome in the name . . . 226 



We by his Spirit prove 383 

We know, by faith we know 636 

We hft our hearts to thee 794 

We praise thee, God 869 

We shall sleep, but not forever 903 

We speak of the land of the bkst. . . 882 
We thank thee. Lord of heaven and . 726 

Weary souls that wander wide 285 

Welcome, delightful morn 260 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 253 

We're traveling home to heaven 883 

What a friend we have in Jesus 874 

What are these ?i,rraye4 in white 641 

What could your Redeemer do 286 

What equal honors shall we bring ... 76 

What grace, O Lord, and beauty 130 

What is our calling's glorious hope. . 422 
What is the thing of greatest price . . 303 

What shall I do, my God 390 

What sinners value, I resign 638 

What though the arm of conquering. 625 
What various hind'rances we meet. . 766 

What wondrous love is this 871 

When all thy mercie.s, O my God 832 

When at this distance, Lord, we trace 86 
When blooming youth is snatched . . . 609 
When Christ doth in my heart. .... . 414 

When, gracious Lord, when shall it . . 337 

When I can read my title clear 571 

When I survey the wondrous cross. . 102 

When Israel, of the Lord beloved 559 

When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay 488 

When marshaled on the nightly 69 

When musing sorrow weeps the past 538 

When, my Saviour, shall I be 4^i3 




Wken on Sinai's top I see 104 

When rising from the bed of death . . 326 

When shall thy love constrain 329 

When shall \\e meet again. 887 

When thou mv righteous Judge 594 

When thy mortal life is fled 290 

When waves of trouble 536 

Where high the heavenly temple 773 

Wherefore should I make my moan. 815 
Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near 321 

Which of the petty kings 577 

While dead in trespasses I lie 341 

While in the agonies of death 95 

While life prolongs its precious light 300 
While shepherds watched their flocks 61 
While thee I seek, protecting Power. 818 

While thou, O my God, art 557 

While we with fear and hope survey 703 
While with ceaseless course the sun. 710 

Who but thou, almighty Spirit 657 

Who can describe the joys that rise . . 387 

Who in the Lord confide.. 493 

Why, dearest Lord, can I not 759 

Why do we mourn departing friends 618 

Why should our teal's 616 

Why should the children of a King. 183 
Why should we start, and fear to die 601 

Why thus impatient to be gone 565 

With glorious clouds encompassed . . . 340 

With joy we hail the sacred day 254 

With joy we meditate the grace 123 

With tearful eyes I look 347 

Witness, ye men and angels, now 753 

Work,for'the night is coming 910 

Would Jesus have the sinner die 97 




Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know . . . 119 
Ye humble souls that seek the Lord. 114 

Ye ransomed sinners, hear 426 

Ye servants of God 20 

Ye servants of the Lord 485 

Ye that pass by, behold the man 89 

Ye wretched, Hungry, starving poor. . 278 

Yes, my native land I love 917 

Yield to me now, for I am weak , . . . 361 

Young men and maidens, raise 22 

Your harps, ye trembling saints . = . . . 547 

Zion stands with hills surrounded . . . 195 

Zion, the marvelous story be telhng. . 136 









The Order for the Administration of the Lord'' 3 

The elder shall read one or more of these sentences, dur' 

ing the reading of which the stewards shall take up the 

collection for ihepoar: 

Let your light so shine before men, that 
they naay see your good works, and glorify 
your Father which is in heaven. Matt. v. 16. 

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon 
earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and 
where tliieves break through and steal ; but 
laj^ up for yourselves treasures in heaven, 
where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, 
and where thieves do not break through nor 
steal. Matt. xi. 19, 20. 

Whatsoever ye would that men should do 
to you, do ye even so to them ; for this is the 
law and the prophets. Matt. vii. 12. 

Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, 
Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; 
but he that doeth tlie will of my Father 
which is in heaven. Matt. vii. 21. 

Zaccheus stood, and said unto the Lord, 
Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to 
the poor ; and if I have taken any thing from 
any man by false accusation, I restore him 
fourfold. Luke xix. 8. 


He whicli soweth sparingly shall reap also 
sparingly; and he which soweth bountifully 
shall reap also hountifuUy. Every man as he 
purposeth in his lieart, so let him give; not 
grudgingly, or of necessity ; for God loveth 
a cheerful giver. 2 Cor. ix. 6, ?. 

As we have therefore opportunity, let us do 
good unto all men, especially unto them who 
are of the household of faith. Gal. vi. 10. 

Godliness with contentment is great gain ; 
for we brought nothing into this world, and 
it is certain we can carry nothing out, 1 Tim. 
vi. 6, 7. 

Charge them that are rich in this world, 
that they be ready to distribute, willing to 
communicate, laying up in store for them- 
selves a good foundation against the time to 
come, that thev mav lav hold on eternal life. 
1 Tim. vi. 17, 18, 19^ 

God is not unrighteous to forget your work 
and labor of love, which ye have showed to- 
ward his name, in that ye have ministered to 
the saints, and do minister. Heb. vi. 10. 

To do good, and to communicate, forget 
not; for with such sacrifices God is well 
pleased. Heb. xiii. 16. 

Whoso hath this world's good, and seeth 
his brother have need, and shutteth up his 
bowels of compassion from him, how dwell- 
eth the love of God in him? 1 John iii. 17. 

He that hath pity upon the poor, lendeth 
unto the Lord ; and'that v.'hich he hath given 
will he pay him again. Prov. xix. 17. 

Blessed is he that considereth the poor : the 
Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. 
Psalm xli. 1. 

Then shall the elder read this invitation : 

Ye that do truly and earnestly repent of 
your sins, and are in love and charity with 


your neighbors, and intend to lead anew life, 
following the commandments of God, and 
walking from henceforth in his holy waj^s, 
draw near with faith, and tal^e this holy sac- 
rament to your comfort, and nialce your 
humble confession to Almighty God, meekly 
kneeling upon your knees. 

Then shall ikis general confession be made by the min- 
ister, in the name of all those uho are riiinded to re- 
ceive the holy communion, both he and aU the people 
kneeling humbly upon their knees and saying. 

Almighty God, Father of our Lord Jesus 
Christ. Maker of all things. Judge of all men, 
we acknowledge and bewail our manifold 
sins and wickedness, which we from time to 
time most grievously have committed, by 
thought, word, and deed, against tin' Divine 
Majesty, provoking most justly thy wrath 
and indignation against us. We do earnestly 
repent, and are heartily sorry for these our 
misdoings : the remembrance of them is 
grievous unto us. Have mercy upon us, have 
mercy upon us, most merciful Father: for 
thy Son our Lord Jesus Christ's sake forgive 
us all that is past, and grant that we may 
ever hereafter serve and please thee in new- 
ness of life, to the honor and glorj' of thy 
name, through J csus Christ our Lord. Amen. 

Then shall the elder say, 

Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, 
who of thy great mercy hast promised for- 
giveness of sins to all them that with hearty 
repentance and true faith turn to thee : have 
mercy upon us ; pardon and deliver us from 
all our sins, confirm and strengthen us in all 
goodness, and bring us to everlasting life, 
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Ame7i. 


The Collect. 
Almighty God, unto whom all hearts be 
open, all desires known, and from whom no 
secrets are hid: cleanse the thoutrhts of our 
hearts by the inspiration of thy Holy Spirit, 
that we may perfectly love thee, and worthily 
magnify thy holy name, through Christ our 
Lord. Amen. 

Then shall the elder eay. 

It is verj" meet, right, and our bounden 
duty, that we should at all times, and in all 
places, give tl tanks unto thee, O Lord, holy 
Father, almiglity, everlasting God. 

Therefore with angels and archangels, and 
vrith all the company of heaven, we laud and 
magnify thy glorious name, evermore prais- 
ing thee, and saying, Holy, holy, hoh% Lord 
God of hosts, heaven and earth are full of thy 
glor5^ Glory be to thee, O Lord most high. 

Then shall the elder say. 

We do not presume to come to this thy 
table, O merciful Lord, trusting in our own 
righteousness, but in thy manifold and great 
mercies. We are not worthy so much as to 
gather up the crumbs under thy table. But 
thou art the same Lord, whos . property is al- 
ways to have mere}' : Grar;t us, therefore, 
gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear 
Son Jesus Christ, and to drink his blood, that 
our sinful souls and bodies may be made clean 
by his death, and washed through his most 
precious blood, and that we may evermore 
dwell in him, and he in us. Amen. 
Then the elder shall say the prayer of consecration, as 
follow eth : 

Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, who 
of thy tender mercy didst give thine only Son 
Jesus Christ to suffer death upon the cross for 


our redemption ; ^vho made there (by Lis ob- 
lation of himself once offered; a full* perfect, 
and sufficient sacrifice, oblation, and satisfac- 
tion for the sins of the whole world; and did 
institute, and in his holy Gospel command us 
to continue, a perpetual memory of that his 
precious death until his coming again : hear 
us, merciful Father, we most humbly be- 
seech thee, and grant that we, receiving these 
thy creatures of bread and wine, according to 
thy Son our Saviour Jesus Christ's holy in- 
stitution, in remembrance of his death' and 
passion, may be partakers of his most blessed 
body and blood : who in the same night that 
he was betrayed took bread; and when he 
had given thanks, he brake it, and gave it to 
Ids disciples, saying, Take, eat ; this is my 
body which is given for you : do this in re- 
membrance of me. Likewise after supper he 
took the cup : and when he had given thanks, 
he gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of 
this ; for this is my blood of the New Testa- 
ment, which is shed for you and for many, 
for the remission of sins : *do this, as oft as ye 
shall drink it, in remembrance of me. Amen. 

Then shall the minister first receive the communion in 
both kinds himself, and then proceed to deliver the same 
to the other ministers in like manner, if any be pres- 
ent. Then shall he say the Lord 's Prayer, the people 
siUl kneelini) and repeating after him every petition. 

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed 
be thy name ; thy kingdom come ; thy will 
be done on earth, 'as it is in heaven ; give us 
this day our daily bread ; and forgive us our 
trespasses, as we forgive Ihose who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from evil ; for thine is the 
kingdom, and the power, and the giory, for- 
ever and ever. Arnen. 
45 705 


Then a hymn may be sung, and the comjnunicants sJiall 
be invited to the table. The minister shall deliver both 
kinds to the people into their hand^. When he deliv- 
ereth the bread, he shall say, 

The bod}'- of our Lord Jesus Clirist, which 
was given for thee, preserve thy soul and body 
unto everlasting life. Take and eat this in 
remembrance that Christ died for thee, and 
feed on liim in thy heart by faith with thanks- 

And the minister that deliver eth the cup shall say, 
The blood of our Lord Jesns Christ, which 
was shed for thee, preserve thy soid and body 
unto everlasting life. Drink tiiis in remem- 
brance that Christ's blood was shed for thee, 
and be thankful. 

When nil have communicated, the minister shall return 
to the Lord's table, and place upon it u-hat retnaineth 
of the consecrated elements, covering the same with a 
fair linen cloth. 

The minister may then say asfolloweth : 
Lord and Heavenly Father, we thy hum- 
ble servants desire thy fatherlj^ goodness mer- 
cifully to accept this our sacrifice of praise 
and thanksgiving, most humbly beseeching 
thee to grant that, by the merits and death of 
thy Son Jesus Christ, and through faith in his 
blood, we and thy whole Church maj'' obtain 
remission of our sins, and all other benefits of 
his passion. And here we offer and present 
unto thee, Lord, ourselves, our souls and 
bodies, to be a reasonable, holy, and lively 
sacrifice unto thee; humbly beseeching thee 
that all we who are parta.kers of this holy 
communion may be filled with thy grace and 
heavenly benediction. And although we be 
unworthy, tli rough our manifold sins, to offer 
unto thee any sacrifice, yet we beseech thee 
to accept this our bounden duty and service; 


notr weighii^g our mt.'rits, but pardoning our 
offenses, through Jesus Ciirist our Lord : by 
whom, and with whom, in the unity of the 
Holy Ghost, all honor and glory be unto thee, 
Father Almighty, world without end. 
Amen. y,,^^^^ ^.^^^ ^^ ^^.^^ 

Glory be to God on high, and on earth, 
peace, good-will toward men. We praise 
thee, we bless thee, we worship thee, we glo- 
rify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great 
glory, O Lord God. heavenly King, God the 
Father Almighty. 

O Lord the' only begotten Son, Jesus 
Christ: Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the 
Father, that takest away the sins of the world, 
have mercy upon us. Thou that takest away 
the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. 
Thou that takest away the sins of the world, 
receive our prayer. Thou that sitteth at tiie 
right hand of God the Father, have mercy 
upon us. 

For thou only art holy ; thou only art the 
Lord; thou only, Christ, witli the Holy 
Ghost, art most high in the glory of God the 
Father. Amen. 

Then ike elder, if he *ce it expedient, may put up an ex- 
tempornneovs prayer; and afterward ihalt let (he peo- 
ple dep'vrt ivith thUi bleasing: 

May the peace of God, which passoth all 
understanding, keep your h.earts and minds 
in the knowledge and love of God, and of his 
Son Jesus Christ our Lord ; and the blessing 
of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and 
tlie Holy Ghost, be among you, and remain 
with you always. A^nen. 

If the elder be straitened for fwic, he may omit any part 

of the service except the prayer of consecration. 



If the comecrated bread or wine he all ipent before all 
have comniumcated, the elder }nai/ consecrate more, by 
repeating the prayer of consecration. 

Let those who have acruples conce ning the receiving of 
the communion kneeling, be permitted, to receive it 
either standing or sitting; but no person shall be ad- 
mitted to the Lord's Supper among us ivho is guilty of 
any practice for which we would exclude a jiiember of 
our Church. 


The Ministration of Baptism to Infants. 

The minister, coming to the font, ivhich is to be filled 
with pure water, shall use the following , or some other 
suitable exhortation. 

Dearly beloved, forasmuch as all men are 
conceived and born in sin, and that our Sav- 
iour Christ saith, Except a man be born of 
water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into 
the kingdom of God : I beseech you to call 
upon God the Father, through * our Lord 
Jesus Christ, that of his bounteous goodness he 
will grant to this child, now to be baptized with 
water, that whicli by nature he cannot have: 
that he may be baptized with the Holy Ghost, 
and received into Christ's lioly Church, and 
be m^ade a lively member of tiie same. 
Then shall the minister say, 
Let us pray. 

Almighty and everlasting God, we beseech 
thee for thine infinite mercies, that thou wilt 
look upon this child: wash him and sanctify 
him with the Holy Ghost; that he, being 
saved by thy grace, may be received into 
the ark of Christ's Church, and being stead- 
fast in faith, joyful through hope, and rooted 
in love, may so pass the waves of this troub- 
lesome world, that finally he may come to 
the land of everlasting life, there to reign with 


thee, world without end, through Jesus Christ 
our Lord. Amen, 

O merciful God, grant that the old Adam 
in this child may be so buried, that the new 
man may be raised up in him. Amen. 

Grant that ail carnal affections may die in 
him., and that all things belonging to the 
Spirit may live and grow in him. Amen. 

Grant that he may have power and strength 
to have victory, and to triumph against the 
devil, the world, and the tlesh. Amen. 

Grant tliat whosoever is dedicated to thee 
by our office and ministry may also be en- 
dued with heavenly virtues, and everlasting- 
ly rewarded through thy mercy, blessed 
Lord God, who dost live and govei-n ail 
things, world without end. Amen. 

Almighty, ever-living God, whose most 
dearly beloVed Son Jesus Christ, for the for- 
giveness of our sins, did shed out of his most 
precious side both water and blood, and gave 
commandment to his disciples that they 
should go teach all nations, and baptize them 
in the name of the Father, and of the Son, 
and of the Holy Ghost: regard, we beseech 
thee, the supplications of thy congregation ; 
and grant that this child now to be baptized, 
may receive the fullness of thy grace, and ever 
remain in the number of thy faithful and 
elect children, throtigh Jesus Christ our Lord. 

Then shall (he people stand vp; and the minister shall 


Hear the words of the Gospel, written by St. Mark, 

in the tenth chapter, at the thirteenth verse. 

They brought young children to Christ, that 
he should toucli them. And his disciples re- 
buked them that brought them ; but when 
Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and 


said unto them, Suffer the little children to 
come unto me, and forbid them not, for of 
such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say 
unto you. Whosoever shall not receive the 
kingdom of God as a little child, he sliall not 
enter therein. And he took them up in his 
arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed 

Then ike minister, addressing the parents, or ethers pre- 
senting the child, shall say, 

In causing this child to be brought by bap- 
tism into the Church of Christ, it is your duty 
to teach Jiim to renounce the devil and ail his 
v/orks, the vain pomp and glory of the world, 
with all covetous desires of the same, and the 
carnal desires of the flesh, so that he may not 
follow or be led by them ; to believe all the 
ariicles of the Christian faith ; and to obedi- 
ently keep God's holy will and command- 
ments all the days of his life. 

Then the minister shall fake the child into his hands, ij 
convenient, and say to the friends of the child, 

Xame this child. 
And then, naming it after them, he shall sprinkle or pour 

vjaier upon it {or", if desired, immerse in water), 


N., I baptize thee in the name of the Father, 
and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. 

The minister -may, at his discretion, lay hands on the 
subject, nccompanying the act with a siiitable invoca- 
tion, and then, aU kneeling, dose with extemporaneous 
devotions and the Lord's Prayer. 
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be 
thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be 
done on earth, as it is in heaven ; give us this 
day our daily bread ; and forgive us our tres- 
passes, as we forgive those who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation, 
bat deliver us from evil. Amen. 



The Ministration of Baptism to such as are of 
Riper Years. ' 

The minister, coming to the font, which is to he filled 
with pure iiater, shall use the following, err some other 
suitable exhortation : 

Dearly beloved, forasmuch as all men are 
conceived and born in sin (and that which is 
born of the fiesh is fiesh, and they that are in 
the flesh cannot please God, but' live in sin, 
committing many actual transgressions), and 
that our Saviour Christ saith, Except a man 
be born of water and of tlie Spirit, he cannot 
enter into the kingdom of God; I beseech you 
to call upon God the Father, through our 
Lord Jesus Christ, that of his bounteous 
mercy he will grant to these persons, now*to be 
baptized with water, that which by nature they 
cannot have: that they may be baptized with 
tlie Holy Ghost, received into Christ's holy 
Church, and be made lively members of the 

Then shall the minister say, 

Almighty and immortal God, the aid of all 
that need, the helper of all that flee to thee for 
succor, the life of them that believe, and the 
resurrection of the dead: we call upon thee 
for these persons now to be baptized. Eeceive 
them, Lord, as thou hast promised by tin' 
well -beloved Son, saying, Ask, and ye shall 
receive; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and 
it siiall be opened* unto you : so give now 
unto us that ask ; let us that seek find ; open 
the gate unto us that knock ; that these per- 
sons may enjoy the everlasting benediction of 
thy heavenly washing, and may come to tlie 
eternal kingdom which thou hast promised 
by Christ our Lord. Amen. 


Then shall the people stand up, and the minider shall 

Hear the words of the Gospel, written by St. John, 
in the third chapter, beginning at the first verse : 
There was a man of the Pharisees, named 
Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews: the same 
came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, 
Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come 
from God ; for no man can do these miracles 
that thou doest, except God be with him. 
Jesus answered and said unto him, Veril3% 
verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born 
again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. 
Nicodemus saith unto liim, How can a man 
be born when he is old? Can he enter the 
second time into his mother's womb, and be 
born? Jesus answered. Verily, verily, I say 
unto thee, Except a man be "born of water, 
and bf the Spirit, lie cannot enter into the 
kingdom of God. That which is born of the 
flesh is flesh ; and that which is born of the 
Spirit is spirit. Marvel not that I said unto 
thee. Ye must be born again. The wind 
bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest 
the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence 
it Cometh, and whither it goeth ; so is ever}' 
one that is born of the Spirit. 
Then the minister shall speak to the persons to be bap- 
tized on this wise: 
Well-beloved, who are come hither, desir- 
ing to receive holy baptism, ye have heard 
how the congregation hath prayed that our 
Lord Jesus Christ would vouchsafe to receive 
you, and bless yon, to release you of your sins, 
to give yon the kingdom of heaven, and ever- 
lasting life. And our Lord Jesus Christ hath 
promised in his holy word to grant all those 
things that we have prayed for ; which prom- 
ise he for his part will most surely keep and 



Wherefore after this promise made by 
Christ, ye must also faithfully, for your part, 
promise in the presence of this whole congre- 
gation, that ye will renounce the devil and all 
his works, and constantly believe God's holy 
word, and obediently keep* his command- 

Then shall the minister demand of each of the persons to 
be baptized, severally: 

Ques. Dost thou renounce the devil and all 
his vvoi'ks, the vain pomp and glory of the 
world, with all covetous desires of the same, 
and the carnal desires of the flesh, so that 
thou wilt not follow or be led by them ? 

Ans. I renounce them all. 

Ques. Dost thou believe in God the Father 
Almiglity, Maker of heaven and earth ? and 
in Jesus Christ, his only begotten Son our 
Lord? and that he was conceived by the 
Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary? that 
he suffered under Pontius Pilate, was cruci- 
fied, dead, and buried? that he rose again the 
third day? that he ascended into heaven, and 
sitteth at the right hand of God the Father 
Almighty, and from thence shall come again, 
at the end of the world, to judge the quick 
and the dead? 

And dost thou believe in the Holy Ghost, 
the Cliurch of God, the communion of saints, 
the remission of sins, the resurrection of the 
body, and everlasting life after death ? 

Ans. All this I steadfastly believe. 

Ques. Wilt thou be baptized in this faith ? 

Alls. Tliis is my desire. 

Ques. V/ilt thou then obediently keep 
God's holy will and commandments, and 
v/alk in the same all the days of thy life? 

Ans. I will endeavor so to do, God being 
mv helper. 



Then shall the minhter say, 

merciful God, grant that the old Adam 
in these persons may be so buried, that the 
new man may be raised up in them. Amen. 

Gi-ant that all carnal affections may die in 
them, and that "all things belonging to the 
Spirit may live and grow in them. Amen. 

Grant that they may have power and 
strength to have victory, and to triumph 
against the devil, the world, and the tiesh. 

Grant that they, being here dedicated to thee 
by our ofSce and ministry, may also be en- 
dued with lieavenly virtues and everlasting- 
ly rewarded, through thy mercy, O blessed 
Lord God, w'no dost live and govern all 
things, world without end. Amen. 

Almighty, ever-living God, whose most 
dearly beloved Son Jesus Christ, for the for- 
giveness of our sins, did slied out of his most 
precious side both water and blood, and gave 
commandment to his disciples, that the}' 
should go teach all nations, and baptize them 
in the name of the Father, and of the Son, 
and of the Holy Ghost : regard, we beseech 
thee, the supplications of this congregation ; 
and grant that the persons now to be baptized 
may receive the fullness of thy grace, and ever 
remain in the number of ihy faithful and 
elect children, through Jesus Christ our Lord. 

Then shall the minister take each person to be baptized 
by the right hand; and placing him convenirntly by 
the font', according to hs discretion, s?ia(l ask the 
name; and then shall s-prinkle or pour water upon 
him {or if he shall desire it, shall immerse him in wa- 
ter), saying, 

N., I baptize thee in the name of the Father, 
and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. 
The minister may, at his discretion, lay hands on the 



subject, accompai\ying the act with a suitable invoca- 


Farm of the Reception and Recognition of 

The minister shall cause the candidates to he placed con- 
veniently before the congregation, and o.fier baptizing 
any icho may 7iot have been previondy baptized, he 
shall nay.- 

Breriiren, the Church is of God, and will 
be preserved to the end of tiiue, for the pro- 
motion of his worijhip and the due adminis- 
tration of hi5 VTurd and oixlinauces — the 
maintenance of CiiHstian fellowship and 
discipHne — the editication of believers, and 
the conversion of the world. All, of every 
age and station, stand in need of the means 
of grace which it alone supplies ; and it in- 
vites all alike to become fellow-citizens Vvirh 
the saints and uf the household of God. But 
as none who have arrived at years of discre- 
tion can remain within its pales, or be ad- 
mitted to its communion, without assuming 
its obligations, it is my duty to demand of 
these }»-rsons present whether they are resolved 
to assume the same. 

Then shall the minister address the candidates, as fal- 
lows : 

Dearly beloved, you profess to have a de- 
sire to flc-e from the wrath to come and to be 
saved from your sins; you seek the fellow- 
sliip of the people of God, to assist you in 
working out your salvation ; I therefore de- 
mand of you: 

Do 3'ou solemnly, in the presence of God 
and this congregation, ratify and confirm the 
promise and vow of repentance, faith, and 


obedience, contained in the baptismal cove- 

A'lis. I do, God being my helper. 

Will you be subject to the discipline of the 
Church, attend upon its ordinances, and sup- 
port its institutions? 

A)is. I will endeavor so to do, by the help 
of God. 

The minister shall then say to the candidates: 
We rejoice to recognize you as members of 
the Church of Christ, and bid you welcome 
to all its privileges; and in token of our 
brotherly love, we give you the right hand of 
fellowship, and pray that you may be num- 
bered with his people here, and with his saints 
in glory everlasting. 

77ie minister shall then say to the congregation : 
Brethren, I commend to your love and care 
these persons whom we this day recognize as 
members of the Church of Christ. Do ail in 
your power to increase their faith, confirm 
their hope, and perfect them in love. 

Then may follow a hymn suitable to the occasion {as 

749-753 ), and the rninUier shall say : 

Let us pray. 

Almighty God, we thank thee for founding 

thy Church, and promising that the gates of 

hell shall not prevail against it. We bless 

thee for calling us to the fellowship of thy 

people, and for numbering us with the sons 

and daughters of the Lord Almighty. We 

especially praise thy name for enabling these 

tliy servants to avouch the Lord to be their 

God. Help thef^n to perform the promise and 

vow which they have made, to renounce the 

devil, the world, and the flesh ; to believe the 

record which thou hast given of thy Son ; and 

to walk in all thy commandments and ordi- 


31. E. CnUKCH, SOUTH. 

nances blameless, to the end of their lives. 
May their communion with thy people be 
sanctified to their growth in grace and in the 
knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus 
Christ, being nourished and knit together, 
increasing with the increase of God. May 
thy people do them good, and may they 
prove a blessing to thy people. And grant"^ 
Lord, that all who are here members of thy 
militant Church, through thy mercy, the 
merit of thy Son, and the grace' of thy Spirit, 
may finally be made members of "thy tri- 
umphant Church in heaven. Amen. 

Almighty and everlasting God, Heavenly 
Father, we give thee humble thanks, for that 
thou hast vouchsafed to call us to the knowl- 
edge of thy grace, and faith in thee : increase 
this knowledge and confirm this faith in us 
everniore. Give thy Holy Spirit to these per- 
sons, that they, being born again, may be 
made heirs of everlasting salvation, through 
our Lord Jesus Christ, who liveth and reign- 
eth with thee and the Holy Spirit, now and 
forever. Amen. 

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be 
thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be 
done on earth, as it is in heaven ; give us this 
day our daily bread ; and forgive us our tres- 
passes, as we forgive those who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from evil. Amen. 


The form of Solemnization of Matrimony. 

At the day and time appointed for the solemnization of 
matrimony, the persons to be niaj'ried {having been 
qualiiied according to lav:) standing toaether, the man ■ 
on the right hand and the tcoman on the left, the min- 
ister shall say : 



Dearly beloved, we are gathered together 
here in the sight of God, and in the preseiiCC 
of these witnesses, to join together tl)is man 
and this woman in holy matrimony ; which 
is an honoi-able estate,' instituted of God in 
the time of man's innocency, signifying unto 
us the mystical union that is between Christ 
and liis Church ; v/hich holy estate Christ 
adorned and beautiiied with his presence, 
and first miracle that he wrought in Cana of 
Galilee, and is commended of St, Paul to be 
honorable among all men ; and therefore is 
not by any to be enterprised, or taken in hand 
unadvisedly, but reverently, discreetly, advis- 
edly, and in the fear of God. 

Into which holy estate these two persons 
present come now to be joined. Therefore if 
any can shov/ any just cause why they may 
not lawfully be joined together, let him now 
speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace. 

And also speaking unto the persons that are to be mar- 
ried, he shall say: 
I require and charge you both (as ye will 
answer at the dreadful day of judgment, 
when the secrets of all hearts shall be dis- 
closed), that if either of you know any imped- 
iment why ye may not be lawfully joined 
together in riiatrimony, ye do nov>^ confess it; 
for be ye well assured, that so many as are 
coupled together otherwise than God's word 
doth allow, are not joined together by God, 
neither is their matrimony lav/ful. 

If no impediment he alleged, then shall the minister say 
unto the man, 

Jf., Wilt thou have this woman to thy 
wedded wife, to live together after God's or- 
dinance, in the holy estate of matriniony? 
"NVilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and 
keep her, la sickness and hi health: and, for- 


saking all otlier, keep thee only unto her, so 
long as ye both shall live? 

The man shall arvstcer, 
I will. 
TTien shall the minister say unto the icoman, 
N., Wilt thou have this man to thy wed- 
ded husband, to live together after God's or- 
dinance, in the holy estate of matrimony? 
Wilt thou obey him, serve him, love, honor, 
and keep hini, in sickness and in health; 
and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto 
him, so long as ye both shall live? 
The icoman shall ansfjoer, 
I will. 
When the parties so desire, the man shall give unto the 
woman aring; and the minister taking the ring shall 
deliver it unto the man, to put it upon the fourth lin- 
ger of the icoman'' s left hand; and the man, holding 
the ring there, and taught by the minister, shall say. 

With this ring I thee wed, and with all my 
worldly goods Tthee endow : in the name of 
the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy 
Ghost. Amen. 

Then shall the minister say. 
Let lis pray. 

Our Father wdio art in heaven, hallowed 
be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will 
be done on earth, as it is in heaven ; give us 
this day our daily bread ; and forgive us our 
trespasses, as we forgive tb.ose who trespass 
against us; and lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from evil ; for thine is the 
kingdom, and the power and the glory, for- 
ever and ever. Amen. 

O eternal God, Creator and Preserver of all 
mankind, Giver of all spiritual grace, the 
Author of everlasting life, send thv blessing 


upon these thy servants, this man and this 
woman, whom we bless in thy name ; that as 
Isaac and Rebecca hved faithfully together, 
so these persons may surely perform and keep 
the vow and covenant between them made, 
and may ever remain in perfect love and 
peace together, and live according to thy 
lav,'s through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 

Then shall the minister join their right hands together, 
and say, 

Those whom God hath joined together let 
not man put asunder. 

Forasmuch as M. and N. have consented to- 
gether in holy wedlock, and have witnessed 
the same before God and this company', and 
thereto have pledged their faith either to 
other, and have declared the same by joining 
hands, I pronounce that they are man and 
wife together, in the name of the Father, and 
of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Ameii. 

And the minister shall add this blessing: 
God the Father, God the Son, God the 
Holy Ghost, bless, preserve, and keep you ; 
the Lord mercifully with his favor look upon 
you ; and so fill you with all spiritual bene- 
diction and grace, that ye may so live to- 
gether in this life, that in the world to come 
ye may have life everlasting. Amen. 


The Order of the Burial of the Dead. 

The viinister, meeting the corpse, and going before it, 
shall say, 

I am the resurrection and the life: he that 
believeth in me, though he were dead, yet 
shall he live; and whosoever liveth, and be- 
lieveth in me, shall never die. John xi. 25, 26. 


I know tliat my Redeemer liveth, and that 
he shall stand at the latter day upon the 
earth ; and though after my skin worms de- 
stroy this body, yet in my flesli shall I see 
God : whom I shall see for myself, and mine 
eves shall behold, and not another. Job xix. 

We brought nothing into this world, and 
it is certain we can carry nothing out. The 
Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away : 
blessed be the name of the Lord. 1 Tim. vi. 
7 ; Job i. 21. 

After they are (xmie into the church or house, shall be 
read Bsabn xc. 

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in 
all generations. 

Before the mountains were brought forth, 
or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the 
world, even from everlasting to everlasting, 
thou art God. 

Thou turn est man to destruction ; and say- 
est. Return, ye children of men. 

For a thousand years in thy sight are but 
as yesterday when 'it is past, and as a watch 
in the nigh't. 

Thou earnest them away as with a flood ; 
the}" are as a sleep : in the morning they are 
like grass which groweth up. 

In tlie morning it fiourisheth, and grow- 
eth up; in the evening it is cut down and 

For we are consumed by thine anger, and 
by thy wrath are we troubled. 

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our 
secret sins in the light of thy countenance. 

For all our days are passed away in thy 
wrath : we spend our vears as a tale that is 

The davs of our years are threescore vears 
46 721 


and ten ; and if by reason of strength they be 
fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and 
sorrow ; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. 

Who knoweth the power of thine anger? 
even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. 

So teach us to number our days, that we 
may apply our hearts unto wisdom. 

Return, O Lord, how long? and let it re- 
pent thee concerning tjjy servants. 

O satisfy us early with thy mercy ; that we 
may rejoice and be glad all our days. 

Make us glad according to the days where- 
in thou hast atilicted us, and the years v,- here- 
in w^e have seen evil. 

Let thy work appear unto thy servants, 
and thy glory unto their children. 

And let the beauty of the Lord our God be 
upon us; and establish thou the v/ork of our 
hands upon us ; yea, the v/ork of our hands 
establish thou it. 

Then shall follow the Lesson, 1 Cor. xv. 20-58, or the 
following ahridrpnent. 

Now is Christ risen from the dead, a)id be- 
come the first-fruits of them that slept. For 
since by man came death, by man came also 
the resurrection of the dead. For as ii^. Adam 
all die, even so in Christ shall all be made 
alive. But every man in his own order: 
Christ the first-fruits ; afterward they that are 
Cbrist's at his coming. Then cometh the 
end, when he shall have delivered up the 
kingdom to God, even the Father; when he 
shall have put down all rule, and all author- 
ity, and power. For he must reign, till he 
hath put all enemies under his feet. Tlie last 
enemy that shall be destroyed is death. For 
lie liath put all things under his feet. But 
some man will say. How are the dead raised 
up? and with what body do they come? 


Thou fool, that wliich thou sov.'est is not 
quickened except it die ; and that which thou 
sowest, thou sowest not that body that sljall 
be, but bare grain; it may chance of wheat, 
or of some otlier grain ; but God giveth it a 
body as it hath pleased him. and to every 
seed his own body. All flesh is not the same 
flesh ; but there is one kind of flesh of men. 
another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and 
another of birds. There are also celestial 
bodies, and bodies terrestrial : but the glory 
of the celestial is one, and the glory of the 
terrestrial is another. There is one glory^ of 
the sun, and another glory of the moon, and 
another glory of the stars; for one star dif- 
fereth from another star in glory. So also is 
the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in 
corruption, it is raised in incorruption : it is 
sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory: it is 
sown in weakness, it is raised in power: it is 
sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual 
body. Behold, I show you a mystery. We 
shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 
in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at 
the last trump : for the trumpet shall sound, 
and the dead shall be raised iiicorniptible, 
and we shall be changed. For this corrupt- 
ible must put on incorruption, and this mor- 
tal nuist put on immortality. So when this 
corruptible shall have put on incorrujition, 
and this mortal shall have put on immortal- 
ity, then shall be brought to pass the saying 
tliat is written, Death is swallowed up in vic- 
tory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, 
where is thy victory? The sting of death is 
sin ; and the strength of sin is the law. But 
thanks be to God, which giveth us the vic- 
tory, through our Lord Jesus Christ. There- 
fore, mv beloved brethren, be ve steadfast, 


unmovable, always abounding in the work 
of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your 
labor is not in vain in the Lord. 

Here may follow a svitahle hymn, a sermon^ or exhorta- 
tion, and an extemporary prayer. 

At the grave, when the corpse is laid in the earth, the 
minister shall say, 

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, 
and full of trouble. He corueth forth like a 
flower, and is cut down : he fleeth also as a 
shadow, and continueth not. 

In the midst of life we are in death : of 
whom may we seek for succor, but of thee, 
Lord, wlio for our sins art justly displeased? 

Yet, Lord God most holy, Lord most 
mighty, holy and most merciful Saviour, 
deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal 

Thou knowest. Lord, the secrets of our 
hearts: shut not thy merciful ears to our 
prayers, but spare us. Lord most hoh^ O God 
most mighty, holy and mercifurSaviour, 
thou most worthy judge eternal, suffer us 
not at our last hour for any pains of death to 
fall from thee. 

Then the minister may say, 

Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty 
God, in his wise providence, to take out of 
this world the soul of our deceased brother, 
we therefore commit his body to the ground, 
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust todust; 
looking for the general resurrection in the 
last day, and the life of the world to come, 
through our Lord Jesus Christ; at whose 
second coming in glorious majesty to judge 
the world, the earth and the sea shall give up 
their dead ; and the corruptible bodies of 
those who sleep in him shall be changed, 
and made like unto his own glorious body, 


according to the mighty working whereby he 
is able to subdue all things unto himself. 

Then shall be said, 
I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto 
me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in 
the Lord from henceforth : Yea, saith the 
Spirit, that they may rest from their laboi-s. 

A suitable hymn majj here be sung; and then shall the 
minister say, 

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed 
be thy name; tliy kingdom come; thy will 
be doiie on earth," as it is in heaven : give us 
this day our daily bread; and forgive us our 
trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass 
against us ; and lead us not into temptation, 
but deliver us from evil. Anien. 
Tfie Collect. 

O merciful God, the Father of our Lord 
Jesus Christ, who is the resurrection and the 
life; in whom whosoever believeth siiall live, 
though he die; and whosoever liveth and be- 
lieveth in him, shall not die eternally : we 
meekly beseech thee, Father, to raise us 
from the death of sin unto the life of right- 
eousness ; that when we shall depart this life 
we may rest in him ; and at the general res- 
urrection on the last day may be found ac- 
ceptable in thy sight, and receive that bless- 
ing which thy well-beloved Son shall then 
pronounce to all that love and fear thee, say- 
ing, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit 
the kingdom prepared for you from tlie foun- 
dation of the world. Grant this, we beseech 
thee, merciful Father, through Jesus Christ 
our Meditator and Redeemer. Amen. 

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and 
the love of God, and the comnuinion of the 
Holy Ghost, be with vou all. Amen. 



The General Rules of "The United Socie- 
ties " organized by Mr. Wesley in 1739, are as 
follows : 

There is only one condition previously re- 
quired of those who desire admission into 
tiiese societies, a "desire to flee from the 
wrath to come, and to be saved from their 
sins." But wlierever this is reaily fixed in 
the soul, it will be shown by its fruits. It is 
therefore expected of all wlio continue there- 
in, that they should continue to evidence 
their desire of salvation. 

First, by doing no harm, by avoiding evil 
of every kind, especially that which is most 
generally practiced : such as, 

The taking of the name of God in vain ; 

The profaning the day of the Lord, either 
by doing ordinary v/ork therein, or by buy- 
ing or selling; 

Drunkenness, or drinking spirituous liq- 
uors unless in cases of necessity. 

Fighting, quarreling, brawling, brother go- 
ing to law with brother; returning evil for 
evil, or railing for railing ; the using many 
words in buying or selling. 

The buying or selling goods that have not paid 
the duty; 

Tlie giving or taking things on usury, i. e., 
unlawful interest ; 

Uncharitable or unprofitable conversation, 
particularly speaking evil of magistrates or of 
ministers ; 

Doing to others as we would not they 
should do unto us ; 

Doing what we know is not for the glory 
of God: as, 

Ihe putting on of gold and costly apparel; 


The taking such diversions as cannot be used 
in the name of the Lord Je^us; 

The singing those songs or reading those 
books, vrhich do not tend to the knowledge or 
love of God ; 

Softness or needless self-indulgence ; 

Laying u]) treasury upon earth ; 

Borrowing without a probability of paying, 
or taking up goods without a probability of 
paying for theui ; 

it is expected of all who continue in these 
societies, that they should continue to evi- 
dence their desire of salvation, 

Secondly, by doing good, by being in every 
kind merciful after their power, as they have 
opportunity, doing good of every possible 
sort, and, as far as possible, to all men ; 

To their bodies, of tlie ability which God 
giveth, by giving food to the hungry, by 
clothing the naked, by visiting or helping 
them that are sick or in prison ; 

To their souls, by instructing, reproving, 
or exhorting all we have any intercourse 
with ; trampling under foot that enthusiastic 
doctrine, that " we are not to do good unless 
our hearts be free to it.'^ 

By doing good, especially to them that are 
of the houseliold of faith, or groaning so to 
be; employing them preferably to others, 
buying one of anotlier, helping each other in 
business ; and so much the more because the 
world will love its own, and them only. 

By all possible diligence and frugality, that 
the gospel be not blamed. 

By running witli patience the race which 
is set before them, denying themselves, and tak- 
ing rip their cross daily ; submitting to bear 
the reproach of Christ, to be as the filth and 
otfscouring of the w^orld ; and looking that 


men should say all manner of evil of tlievi 
falsehj for the Lord' s^ sake. 

It is expected of all who desire to continue 
in these societies, that they should continue 
to evidence their desire of salvation, 

Thirdly, by attending upon all the ordi- 
nances of God: such ar^ 

The public worship of God; 

The ministry of the word, either read or 
expounded ; 

The Supper of the Lord ; 

Family and private prayer ; 

Searching the Scriptures, and 

Fasting or abstinence. 

These are the General Rules of our socie- 
ties ; all which we are taught of God to ob- 
serve, even in his written word, which is the 
only rule, and the sufficient rule, both of our 
fairii and practice. And all these we know 
his Spirit writes on truly awakened hearts. 
If there be any among us who observe them 
not, who habitually break any of them, let it 
be known unto them who watch over that 
soul, as they who must give an account. We 
will admonish him of tiie error of his ways: 
we will bear with him for a season ; but if 
then he repent not, he hath no more place 
among us: we have delivered our own souls. 


I. Of Faith in the Holy Trinity. 
There is but one living and true God, ever- 
lasting, without body or parts, of infinite 
power, wisdom, and goodness; the maker and 
preserver of all things, both visible and invis- 
ible. And in unity of this Godhead, there are 


three persons of one substance, power, and 
eternit}'— the Father, the Son, and the Hoiy 

II. Of the It o?-d, or Son of God, who was made 
veru Man. 
The S(jn, who is the Word of the Father, 
the very and eternal God, of one substance 
with the Father, took man's nature in the 
v,-omb of the blessed Virgin; so that two 
whole and perfect natures — that is to say, the 
Godhead and manhood — were joined together 
in one person, never to be divided, whereof 
is one Christ, very God and very man, who 
truly sufiered, was crucitieii, dead and bur- 
ied, to reconcile his Father to us, and to be a 
sacrifice, not only for original guilt, but also 
for actual sins of men. 

III. Of the Resurrection of Christ. 

Christ did truly rise again from the dead, 
and took again his body,"with all things ap- 
pertaining to the perfection of man's nature, 
wherewith lie ascended into heaven, and 
there sitteth until he return to judge all men 
at the last day, 

IV. Of the Holy Ghost. 
The Holy Ghost, proceeding from the Fa- 
ther and the Son, is of one substance, majes- 
ty, and glory, with the Father and the Son, 
very and eternal God. 

V. The Sufficiency of the Holy Scriptures for 
The Holy Scriptures contain all things 
necessary to salvation ; so that whatsoever is 
not read therein, nor may be proved there- 
by, is not to be required of any man. that it 
should be believed as an article of faith, or be 


thought requisite or necessary to salvation. 
In the name of the Holy Scriptures, we do 
understand those canonical books of the Old 
and New Testament, of whose authority was 
never any doubt in the Church. 

The Names of the Canonical Books. 

Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus. JSTumbers, Deu- 
teronomy, Joshua, Judges, Ruth, Tlie First 
Book of Samuel, The Second Book of Sam- 
uel, The First Book of Kings, the Second 
Book of Kings, The First Book of Chronicles, 
Tlie Second Book of Chronicles, The Book of 
Ezra, The Book of Kehemiah, The Book of 
Esther, The Book of Job, The Psalms, The 
Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, or the Preacher, Can- 
tica, or Songs of Solomon, Four Prophets the 
greater, Twelve Prophets the less. 

All tlie books of the Kew Testament, as 
they are commonly received, we do receive 
and account canonical. 

VI. Of the Old Testament. 

The Old Testament is not contrary to the 
New; for both in the Old and New Testa- 
ment everlasting life is offered to mankind by 
Christ, who is 'tlie only Meditator between 
God and man, being God and man. Where- 
fore thev are not to be heard who feign that 
the old 'fatliers did look only for transitory 
promises. Although the law given from God 
bv Moses, as touching ceremonies and rites, 
doth not bind Christians, nor ought the civil 
precepts thereof of necessity to be received in 
any Commonwealth, yet, notwithstanding, 
no' Christian whatsoever is free from the obe- 
dience of the commandments which are 
called moral. 

VII. Of Original or Birth Sin. 

Original sin standeth not in the following 


of Adam (as the Pelagians do vainly talk), 
but it is the corruption of the nature of every 
man, that naturally is engendered of the off- 
spring of Adam, whereby man is verj' far 
gone from original righteousness, and of his 
own nature inclined to evil, and that contin- 

YIII. Of Free Will. 
The condition of man after the fall of Adam 
is such, that he cannot turn and prepare him- 
self, by his ov\-n natural strength and works, 
to faith, and calling upon God ; wherefore 
we have no power to do good works, pleasant 
and acceptable to God, without the grace of 
God by Christ preventing us, tiiat we may 
have a good will, and working with us, when 
we have that good will. 

IX. Of the Justifcation of Man. 
We are accounted righreous before God. 
only for the merit of our Lord and Saviour 
Jesus Christ by faith, and not for our own 
works or deservings: vvherefort, that we are 
justified by faith only, is a most wholesome 
doctrine, and very full of comfort. 

X. Of Good Works. 
Although good works, which are the fruits 
of faith, and follow after justification, cannot 
put away our sins, and endure the severitv of 
God's judgments; yet are they pleasing and 
acceptable to God in Christ, and spring out of 
a true and lively faith, insomuch that by 
them a lively faith may be as evidently 
known as a tree is discerned by its fruit. 

XI. Of Woi-ks of Superefogation. 

Voluntary works, besides over and above 

God's commandments, which are called 

works of supererogation, cannot be taught 



without arrogancy and impiety. For by 
them men do declare that tliey do not only 
render unto God as much as they are bound 
to do, but that they do more for his sake than 
of bounden duty is required :. whereas Christ 
saith plainly, When ye have done all that is 
commanded you, say, We are unprofitable 

XII. Of Sin after Justification. 
Not every sin willingly committed after 
justification, is the sin against the Holy 
Gliost, and unpardonable. Wherefore, the 
grant of repentance is not to be denied to 
such as fall into sin after justification : after 
we have received the Holy Ghost, we may 
depart from grace given, and fall into sin, 
and, by the grace of God, rise again and 
amend our lives. And, therefore, tiieyare to 
be condemned who say they can no more sin 
as long as they live here; or deny the place 
of forgiveness to such as truly repent. 

XIII. Of the Church. 
The visible Cliurch of Christ is a congrega- 
tion of faithful men, in which the pure word 
of God is preached, and the sacraments duly 
administered, according to Christ's ordinance 
in all those things that of necessity are requi- 
site to the same. 

XIV. Of Purgatory. 
The Romish doctrine concerning purga- 
tory, pardon, worshiping, and adoration, as 
well of images as of relics, and also invoca- 
tion of saints, is a fond thing, vainly invent- 
ed, and grounded upon no warrant of Script- 
ure, but repugnant to the word of God. 

XV. Of speaking in the Congregation in such a 

tongue as the people understand. 



It is a thing plainly repugnant to the word 
of God, and the custom of the primitive 
Churcli, to have public prayer in the cimrch, 
or to minister the sacraments, in a tongue 
not understood by the people. 

XVI. Of the Sncramenis. 

Sacraments, ordained of Christ, are not only 
badges or tokens of Christian men's profes- 
sion : but rather tliey are certain signs of 
grace, and God's good-will toward us, by the 
which he dotli work invisibly in us, and doth 
not only quicken, but also strengthen and 
confirm our faith in him. 

There are two sacraments ordained of Christ 
our Lord in tiie Gospel ; that is to say, Bap- 
tism, and the Supper of the Lord. 

Those five, commonly called sacraments — 
that is to say. Confirmation, Penance, Or- 
ders, Matrimony, and Extreme Unction — are 
not to be counted for sacraments of the Gos- 
pel, being such as have partly grown out of 
the corrupt following of the apostles, and 
partly are states of life allowed in the Script- 
ures, but yet have not the like nature of 
Baptism and the Lord's Supper, because they 
have not any visible sign or ceremony or- 
dained of God. 

The sacraments were not ordained of Christ 
to be gazed upon, or to be carried about: but 
that we should duly use them. And in such, 
only as worthily receive the same, they have 
a v.holesome effect or operation ; but they 
that receive them unworthily i)urchase to 
themselves condemnation, as St. Paul saith, 
1 Cor. xi. 29. 

XVII. Of Baptism. 
Baptism is not only a sign of profession, 
and mark of difference, wherebv Christians 


are distinguished from others that are not 
baptized; but it is also a sign of regeneration, 
or the new birth. The baptism of young 
children is to be retained in the Church. 
XVIII. Of the Lord's Supper. 

The Supper of the Lord is not onl}' a sign 
of the love that Christians ought to have 
among themselves one to another, but rather 
is a sacrament of our redemption by Christ's 
death : insomuch that, to such as rightly, 
worthily, and with faith receive the same, 
the bread vrhich we break is a partaking of 
the body of Christ ; and likewise the cup of 
blessing is a partaking of the blood of Christ. 

Transnbstantiation, or the change of the 
substance of bread and wine in the Supper 
of the Lord, cannot be proved by Holy Writ, 
but is repugnant to the plain words of Script- 
ture, overthroweth the nature of a sacrament, 
and hath given occasion to many supersti- 

The body of Clirist is given, taken, and 
eaten in the Supper, only after a heavenly 
and spiritual manner. And the m.eans where- 
by the body of Christ is received and eaten in 
the Supper, is faith. 

The sacrament of the Lord's Supper was 
not by Christ's ordinance reserved, carried 
about, lifted up, or v/orshiped. 

XIX. Of Both Kinds. 

The cup of the Lord is not to be denied to 
the lay people; for both the parts of the 
Lord's Supper, by Christ's ordinance and 
commandments, ought to be administered to 
all Christians alike. 

XX. Of the OneOhlation of Christ, finished upon 
the Cross. 

The offering of Christ once made, is that 


perfect redemption, propitiation, and satisfac- 
tion for all the sins of the whole world, both 
original and actual; and there is none other 
satisfaction for sin but that alone. Where- 
fore tlie sacrifice of masses, in the which it is 
commonly said that the priest doth otfer 
Christ for'the quick and the dead, to have re- 
mission of pain or guilt; is a blasphemous 
fable and dangerous deceit. 

XXI. Of the Marriage of Mijiisters. 

The ministers of Christ are not commanded 
by God's law either to vow the estate of sin- 
gle life, or to abstain from marriage: there- 
fore it is Lawful for them, as for all other 
Christians, to marry at their own-discretion, 
as they shall judge 'the same to serve best to 

XXII. Of tke Rites and Ceremonies of Churdies, 

It is not necessary that rites and ceremonies 
sliould in all places be the same, or exactly 
alike; for they have been always different, 
and may be changed according to the diver- 
sity of countries, times, and men's manners, 
so that nothing be ordained against God's 
word, Whosoever, through his privatejudg- 
ment, willingly and purposely doth openly 
break the rites and ceremonies of the Church 
to which lie belongs, which are not repug- 
nant to the word of God, and are ordained 
and approved by common authority, ought 
to be rebuked 0]>enly, that others may fear to 
do the like, as one that otfendeth against the 
common order of the Church, and woundeth 
the consciences of weak brethren. 

Every particular Church may ordain, 
change* or abolish rites and ceremonies, so 
that all things may be done to ediiitation. 


XXIII. Of the Rulers of the United States of 
The President, the Congress, the general as- 
semblies, the governors, and the councils of 
state, as the delegates of the people, are the rul- 
ers of the United States of America, accord- 
ing to the division of power made to them by 
the Constitution of the United States, and by 
the Constitution of their respective States. 
And the said States are a sovereign and inde- 
pendent nation, and ought not to be subject 
to any foreign jurisdiction.* 

XXIV. Of Christian Men's Goods. 
The riches and goods of Christians are not 

common, as touching the right, title, and 
possession of tlie same, as some do falsely 
boast. Notwithstanding, every man ought, 
of such things as he possesseth, liberally to 
give alms to the poor according to his ability-. 

XXV. Of a Christian Man's Oath. 

As "we confess that vain and rash swearing 
is forbidden Christian men by our Lord Jesus 
Christ and James his apostle, so we judge 
that the Christian religion doth not prohibit, 
but that a man may swear when the magis- 
trate requireth, in a cause of faith and char- 
ity, so it be done according to the prophet's 
teaching, in justice, judgment, and truth. 

*As far as it respects civil affairs, we believe it 
the duty of Christians, and eppeoially all Christian 
ministers, to be subject to the supreme authority 
of the country where they may reside, and to use 
all laudable means to enjoin obedience to the 
powers that be ; and, therefore, it is expected that 
all our preachers and people, who may bo under 
any foreisru government, will behave tliemselvea 
as'peacable and orderly subjects. 




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