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PREFACE.

This selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs was first compiled about ttiree years ago. It has passed rapidly throu<:^li several large editions ; a ad so favourably has it been received, that it was not without difficulty its publisher, could meet the de- mand for it. In consequence of this, he has now prepared a new edition, at the old price., contain- ing upwards of one third more than any former .^ one, on new and smaller -type, and revised and prepared with considerable attention, so as to meet the wants and wishes of all denominations, but jyiore especially of those for whom it was origi- nally compiled. The publisher's aim has been to make this volume contain as choice a selection as any work of the class ex^'int He has consulted a "vast variety of compilations^ many of which are not known in this country. He has also received from his friends^most of the popular Hymns used. at camp meetings, prayer meetings, at revivals of religion, and in the religious community generally.

T^is edition contains all the hymjis in the last; the additional ones being placed under the misdel- laneous head at the end. .

In the opinion of some, the ccjipiler should have omitted many hymns which are still retained',^^'^ This, he believes, 'would not be strictly jSs.t/ Hymns, like all other things, are valued accordji^, j

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to the pleasure and profit they afford— but in this * selection there is abundance to suit every taste ; nor is there any class who use them that may not find the principal of those which they have been pleased to call their favourites. He did Qot think himself at liberty to select for the fastidious and the formalist. It was for the humble and the pious this work has chiefly been designed. It was un- dertaken for the edification of those who " sing with the spirit and with the understanding," that it might be the means of inspiring their devotion — and of confirming the faith, enlivening the hopes, and increasing, through the melody of Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, the flame of pure practical holiness.

Praise alone constitutes the employment of the sainis of God in glory. ' But in,this state of being our praises should be mingled with prayer— humble, fervent, and sincere. Singing t^iables the mem- bers of the church militant not*only to offer sup* plications to God, but also to anticipate those heavenly exercises in which the spirits of the just made perfect shall be engaged when faith is lost in sight and hope in fruition— when the saints of God shall take their harps, and with melody never again to cease, shall raise the heavenly anthem,— " Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty"— " Hallelujah ! salvation, and glory, and honour, and power unto the Lord onr God ; for true and righteous are his judgments."

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CAMP-MEETING CHORISTER.

CRUCIFIXION AND ATONEMENT.

HYMN 1. P. M.

1 npHE son of man they did betray, X He was condemned and led away. Think, O my soul, on that dread day :

Look on mount Calvary. Behold him lamJ^-like led along,1 Surrounded by a wicked throng. Accused by each lying tongue, And then the l%ib of God they hung '^ Upon the shameful tree.

2 *Twas thus the glorious sufferer stood, With hands and feet nailed to the wood ; From every wound a stream of blood

Came flowing down amain. His bitter groans all nature shook, And at his voice the rocks were broke, And sleeping saints their graves forsook, While spiteful Jews around him mock'd

And laughed at his pain.

3 Now hung between the earth and skies, Behold, in agonies he dies ;

O sinners! hear his mournful cries,

Come see his tort'ring pain. The mourning sun withdrew his light, Blush'd, and refiis'd to view the sight : The azure clothed in robes of night, All nature mourn'd and stood affright,

When Christ the Lord was slain.

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4 Hark ! men and angels, hear the Son ; He cries for help, but O! there's none: He treads the wine press all alone.

His garments stain'd with blood. In lamentations hear him cry, *' Eloi, lama sabacthani !" Though death may close his languid eyes, He soon will mount the upper skies,

The conquering Son of God.

5 The Jews and Romans in a band, With hearts like steel around him stand, And mocking say, " Come save the land,

Come try yourself to free." A soldier pierced him when he died,— Then healing streams came from his side, And thus my Lord was crucified, Stern justice now is satisfied,

Sinners, for you and me.

6 Behold ! he mounts the throne of state, He fills the mediatorial seat,

While millions bowing at his feet.

With loud hosannas tell. Though he endured exquisite pains. He led the monster death in chains ; Ye seraphs raise your highest strains, With music fill bright Eden's plains ;

He conquered death and hell.

7 'Tis done ! the dreadful debt is paid, The great atonement now is made : Sinners, on him your guilt was laid,

For you he spilt his blood ; For you, his tender soul did move. For you, he left the courts above, That you the length and breadth might prove, And heighth and depth of perfect love,

In Christ your smiling God.

8 All glory be to God on high,

Who reigns enthron'd above the sky. Who sent his Son to bleed and die,

Glory to him be given : While heaven above his praise resounds, O Zion sing— his grace abounds ;

ATONEMENT.

I hope to shout eternal rounds, In flaming love that knows no bounds. When swallowed up in heaven.

HYMN 2. C. M.

1 TN evil long I took delight, J. Unawed by shame or fear ; Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopp'd my wild career. . ^

2 I saw One hanging on a tree a

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 own'd the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair ;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas ! I knew not what I did ;

But now my tears are vain ; • AVhere shall my trembling soul be hid ? For I the Lord have slain.

6 A second look he gave, which said,

" I freely all forgive ; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I'll die that thou mays't live."

7 Thus, while his death my sin displays

In all its blackest hue ; (Such is the mystery of grace) It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy . My spirit now is fill'd.

That I should such a life destroy. Yet live by him I kill'd.

HYMN 3. P. M. On the Passion. 1 Qi AW ye my Saviour ! saw ye my Saviour ! kJ Saw ye my Saviour and God ?

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Oh ! he died on Calvary, to atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended ! he was extended I

Shamefully naiPd to the cross : Oh! he bowed his head and died! thus my Lord

was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost.

3 Jesus hung bleeding ! Jesus hung bleeding!

Three dreadful hours in pain: Oh I the sun refus'd to shine, when his majesty divine. Was derided, insulted and slain.

4 Darkness prevailed ! Darkness prevailed !

Darkness prevailed o'er the land : Oh! the solid rocks were rent, through creation's vast extent, When the Jews crucified the God-man.

5 When it was finish'd, when it was finish'd,

And the atonement was made ; He was taken by the great, and embalm'd in spices sweet. And in a new sepulchre was laid. € Hail, mighty Saviour ! Hail, mighty Saviour! Prince — and the author of peace 1 Oh ! he bursts the bands of death, and triumph- ant through the east. He ascended to mansions of bliss.

7 Now interceding I Now interceding!

Pleading that sinners may live ; Crying, Father I have died ! O behold my hands and side. To redeem them : — I pray thee forgive.

8 I will forgive them ! I will forgive them 1

If they'll repent and believe : Let them now return to me, and be reconcil'd to thee. And salvation they all shall receive.

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HYMN 4. P. M. S near to Calvary I pass, . Methinks I see a bloody cross, Where a poor victim hangs ;

ATONEMENT.

His flesh with rugged irons tore. His limbs all dress'd in purple gore, Gasping in dying pangs.

2 Surprised the spectacle to see,

I ask'd, who can this victim be

In such exquisite pain ? Why thus consign'd to woes ? I cried. " 'Tis I," the bleeding God replied,

" To save a world from sin."

3 A Christ for rebel mortal dies ! How can it be ! my soul replies,

What 1 Jesus die for me 7 "Yes," saith the sufF'ring Son of God, " I give my life, I spill my blood.

For thee, poor soul, for thee."

4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely given To bring my wretched soul to heaven,

And bless me with thy love ; Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall. Give thee my life, my soul, my all.

To reign with thee above.

HYMN 5. L. M.

1 T17HEN I survey the wond'rous cross

w f On which the prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss.

And pour contempt on all my pride ! Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to thy blood.

2 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 ? Were the whole realm of nature mine.

That were a present far too small : Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 6. C. M.

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ONDER — amazing sight ! I see The incarnate Son of God,

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Expiring on the accursed tree, And welt'ring in his blood.

2 Behold a purple torrent run,

Down from his hands and head : The crimson tide puts out the sun 1 His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky

Proclaim the truth aloud ; And with the amaz'd centurion cry "This is the Son of God."

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice

May well my hopes revive : If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live.

5 O that these cords of love divine,

Might draw me, Lord, to thee ! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine ; Thine it shall ever be !

HYMN 7. P. M.

1 T'M tired with visits, modes and forms, J. And flatt'ries paid to fellow worms ;

Their conversation cloys : Their vain amours and empty stuiF: But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy best company, my Lord, thou life of all my joys.

2 When he begins to tell his love, Through every vein my passions move,

The captives of his tongue : In midnight shades, on frosty ground, I could attend the pleasing sound, Nor should I feel December cold, nor think the darkness long.

3 There while I hear my Saviour God Count o'er the sins (a heavy load)

He bore upon the tree. Inward I blush with secret shame. And weep, and love, and bless the name,' That knew no guilt nor grief his own, but bare it all for me.

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4 Next he describes the thorns he wore, And talks his bloody passion o'er,

Till I am drown'd in tears: Yet with the sympathetic smart. There's a strange joy beats round my heart 1 The cursed tree has blessings in't, my sweetest balm it bears.

5 I hear the glorious sufF'rer tell, How on the cross he vanquish'd hell,

And all the powers beneath : Transported and inspir'd, my tongue Attempts his triumphs in a song : How has the serpent lost his sting, and whereas thy vict'ry death ?

6 But when he shows his hands and heart, With those dear prints of dying smart,

He sets my soul on tire : Not the beloved John could rest With more delight upon that breast, Nor Thomas pry into those wounds with more intense desire.

7 Kindly he opes to me his ear.

And bids me pour my sorrows there.

And tell hini all my pains : Thus while I ease my burthen'd heart, In ev'ry woe he bears a part, His arms embrace me, and his hand my droop- ing head sustains.

HYMN 8. P. M.

1 mHROUGHOUT the Saviour's life we trace

X Nothing but shame and deep distress,

No period else is seen ; 'Till on the cross he bow'd his head, A spotless victim in our stead,

Caus'd by the creature's sin,

2 On the cold ground methinks I see My Saviour kneel and pray for me ;

For this I him adore ; Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout, Blood drops did force their passage out ^

Through every opening pore.

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3 The piercing thorns his temples bore, His back with lashes all was tore,

Till one the bones might see ; Mocking, they push'd him here and there. Marking his way with blood and tears, ^

Press'd by the heavy tree.

4 Thus up the hill he painful came,

Round him they mock'd and made their game :

At length his cross they rear. And can you see the mighty God, Cry out beneath sin's heavy load,

Without one thankful tear 1 i

5 Thus veiled in humanity,

He dies in anguish on the tree ;

What tongue his grief can tell ? The shudd'ring rocks their heads recline. The mourning sun refus'd to shine,

When the Redeemer fell.

6 Shout, brethren, shout in songs divine. He drank the gall to give us wine.

To quench our parching thirst : Seraphs advance your voices higher. Bride of the Lamb unite the choir,

And laud the precious Christ.

HYMN 9. P. M.

1 rpHOU sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver JL stream,

Our Saviour at midnight, when Cynthia's pale

beam Shone bright on thy waters, did frequently stray, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. Come saints and adore him, come bow at his

feet. Oh, give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; Let joyful Hosannas unceasing arise. And join the loud Anthem that gladdens the skies.

2 How damp were the vapours that fell on his

head, How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed ! The Angels, astonish'd, grew sad at the sight. And follow'd their master with silent delight.

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3 O Garden of Olivet— dear honour'd spot. The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot ; The theme most transporting to seraphs above, The wonder of joy and the wonder of love.

HYMN 10. L. M.

1 QJTRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies ; ^ Hark ! his expiring groans arise !

See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide !

2 But life attends the dreadful sound. And flows from every bleeding wound ; The vital stream how free it flows,

To save and cleanse his rebel foes !

3 And didst thou bleed, — for sinners bleed! And could the sun behold the deed ?

No ; he withdrew his shining ray. And darkness veil'd the mourning day.

4 Can I survey this scene of wo, Where mingling grief and wonder flow, And yet my heart unmov'd remain. Insensible to love or pain ?

5 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, unfeeling heart ; Till all its powers and passions move. In melting grief, and ardent love.

AWAKENING AND INVITING.

HYMN 11. P. M.

1 QTOP, poor sinner ! stop and tliink, to Before you farther go ! Can you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting wo ? Hell beneath is gaping Vv^de,

Vengeance waits the dread command ; Soon he'll stop your sport and pride,

And sink you with the damn'd.

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Then be entreated now to stop ;

For unless you warning take, Ere you are aware you'll drop

Into a burning lake.

2 Say, have you an arm like God,

That you his will oppose ? Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes ? Can you stand in that great day,

When he judgment will proclaim ? When the earth shall melt away

Like wax before the flame ?

3 Ghastly death shall quickly come,

And drag you to the bar ;

Then to hear your awful doom Will fill you with despair :

All your sins around you'll crowd- Sins of a blood-crimson dye ;

Each for vengeance crying loud : And what will you reply 7

4 Though your heart be made of steel,

Your forehead lined with brass, God at length will make you feel,

He will not let you pass ; Sinners then in vain will call,

(Though they now despise his grace,) *' Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face."

5 B,u.t as yet there is a hope,

You may his mercy know : Though his arm is lifted up.

He still forbears the blow : 'Twas for sinners Jesus died,

Sinners he invites to come : None that come shall be denied,

He says, " There still is room."

HYMN 12. P. M.

1 XT ARK ! the Jubilee is sounding ; XX O the joyful news is come ; Free salvation is proclaimed, In and through God's own dear Son ;

INVITING.

Now we have an invitation To the meek and lowly Lamb ;

Glory, honour, and salvation, Christ the Lord is come to reign.

2 Come dear friend and don't neglect it,

Come to Jesus in your prime ; Great Salvation, don't reject it,

O receive it, now's your time ; Now the Saviour is beginning

To revive his work again ; Glory, honour, and salvation,

Christ the Lord is come to reign.

3 Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,

Praise him, praise him evermore ; May his great love now constrain us,

Hjs great name for to adore ; O then let us join together.

Crowns of glory to obtain ; Glory, honour, and salvation,

Christ the Lord has come to reign,

HYMN 13. P. M.

1 Q1 INNER, hear the Saviour's call, O He now is passing by ;

He has seen thy grievous thrall, And heard thy mournful cry ;

He has pardons to impart, Grace to save thee from thy fears,

See the love that fills his heart, And wipes away thy tears.

2 Why art thou afraid to come,

And tell him all thy case ? He will not pronounce thy doom,

Nor frown thee from his face : Wilt thou fear Immanuel ?

Wilt thou fear the Lamb of God, Who to save thy soul from hell,

Has shed his precious blood 1

3 Think, how on the cross he hung,

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds ! Hark from each, as with a tongue. The voice of pardon sounds !

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See from all his bursting veins,

Blood of wond'rous virtue flow, Shed to wash away the stains,

And ransom thee from wo.

4 Though his majesty be great.

His mercy is no less ; Though he thy transgressions hate,

He feels for thy distress : By himself the Lord has sworn,

He delights not in thy death. But invites thee to return.

That thou may'st live by faith.

5 Raise thy down-cast eyes and see

What throngs his throne surround, "\!^ese, though sinners once like thee, " Have full salvation found ; Yield not then to unbelief !

While he says, " There yet is room," Though of sinners thou art chief,

Since Jesus calls thee home.

HYMN 14. P. M.

1 TT ARK ! hark, what sounds are those so pleas- 11 ing?

Sinners wipe the falling tear ; 'Tis love divine and never ceasing, Flows from Jesus to the ear.

2 Come unto me all ye that labour;

Sinners, heavy laden, come ; None are more welcome to the Saviour Than the wretched and undone.

3 Let not the weight of sin distress you ;

Cease to heave the plaintive sigh ;

A hearty welcome now awaits you ;

" Come and you shall never die."

4 Come, ye sinners, come and wonder

How such mercy you withstood, Parch'd with thirst, and starv'd with hunger, Satiate your souls with good.

5 If by sin and sore temptation.

Heavy laden and opprest,

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Behold the gracious invitation, " Come, and I will give you rest."

Part Second.

6 No longer let the tempter keep you

Fast in chains of unbelief ; Though late in life, the word assures you, Christ could save the dying thief.

7 Mary Magd'len too can witness,

To the mercy she recej v'd ; Then doubt no longer ofyour fitness, Saul, of sinners chief, Ibeliev'd.

8 Ho ! all ye sinners, heavy laden,

Fly to Christ, the Saviour's breast ; Receive the pressing invitation, " Come, and I will give you rest."

HYMN 15. L, M.

1 TjTOUNG people all, attention give,

X While I address you in Gcd's name; You who in sin and folly live,

Come hear the counsel of a friend : I sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys.

And rang'd the 'luring scenes of vice. But never found substantial joys.

Until I heard my Saviour's voice.

2 He spake my sins at once forgiv'n.

And wash'd my load of guilt away, He gave me pardon, peace, and heaven,

And thus I found the good old way : And now with trembling sense I view.

Huge billows roll beneath your feet, For death eternal waits for you.

Who slight the force of gospel truth.

S Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone, By fleeting time, or conq'riug death ; Yon morning sun may set at noon, And leave you ever in the dark : Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks

Must wither, like the blasted rose. The coffin, earth, and winding sheet. Will soon your active limbs enclose. \

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4 Ye heedless ones that widely stroll,

The grave must soon become your bed ; Where silence reigns, and vapours roll,

In solemn silence round your head : Your friends may pass that lonesome place,

And with a sigh move slowly on, Still gazing on the spires of grass,

With which your graves are overgrown.

5 But O, the soul ! where vengeance reigns.

It sinks with groans and ceaseless cries. It rolls amidst the burning flames

In endless wo and agonies : There swallow'd up in darkest night.

Where devils howl, and thunders roar, To rage in keen despair and guilt,

When thousand, thousand years are o'er,

6 O! fellow youth, this is the state

Of all who do free grace refuse, And soon with you 'twill be too late.

The way of life in Christ to choose : Come, lay your carnal weapons by.

No longer fight against your God ; But with niy mission now comply,

And heaven shall be your great reward.

HYMN 16. P. M.

1 QJTOP, poor sinner, and look yonder, O See your sins like mountains rise, O astonishing the number. Higher mounting than the skies :

Cry for mercy. Dread the death that never dies.

^ On the crumbling banks of ruin. How can you securely dwell.? •Sinners, vengeance is pursuing. And will sweep you down to hell :

Then to heaven, Finally you'll bid farewell.

3 Doom'd where sorrows behind sorrows, Follow on without control. Floods of vengeance big with horror,

INVITING.

Without intermission roll ;

Wrath vindictive Overwhelms the guilty soul.

4 See yon sun, how swift he hasteth

Through the circuit of the skies ;

How your golden moments wasteth !

Sinners, pray at length be wise :

O! he's sitting. And may set no more to rise.

5 See how fast your time is flying ;

Will ye sinners yet delay ?

One is gone, another's dying,

O ! to God for mercy pray :

Time is precious, God may next call you away.

6 Now 's the time for preparation,

While the vital air you breathe ; God is offering you salvation, Calls you yet to turn and live ;

Boundless mercy ; All who comes he will receive.

7 See the precious blood of Jesus,

Streaming from the cursed tree I Will not this suffice to grieve us ? Jesus spilt his blood for me !

Come then sinners. And Jiis great salvation see.

HYMN 17. P. M.

1 f\ HEARKEN, sinners, we have cause yy To warn you of your danger ;

We pray be reconcil'd to him, Who once lay in a manger.

Ho ! every one that thirsts,

Come ye to the waters, Freely drink and quench your thirst,

Ye Zion's sons and daughters.

2 The awful God who made your soul,

And all the world around you, Doth charge you with ten thousand crimes, But hateth to confound you.

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3 O seek the circumcising grace,

Be wise, do not refuse it, For if you seek your life to save, You will be sure to lose it.

4 The cross of Christ you have to bear,

Fearless of persecution, Or groan you will when time shall cease, In darkness and confusion.

5 Come all ye humble weeping souls,

Who long to be forgiv'n. We bring glad tidings unto you. From the good Lord of lieav'n.

6 There is a fountain deep and wide,

For sin and all uncleanness. Come drink and wash, and be made White, And prove the gospel fulness.

7 O ! see the crowd that's trav'ling on,

In paths of self-denial ; They march along the banks of love, And long for your arrival.

8 Shall unbelief debar you from

The knowledge of your Saviour? Believe, and you'll be justified : Believe and live for ever.

9 I'm not surpris'd that saints do sing.

Or angels shout and wonder,

I would sing glory ! if I could, J

As loud as mighty thunder.

10 My night of sin and grief is gone.

My soul is filled with glory : O ! for a thousand tongues to tell Love's animating story.

11 Let heav'n and earth with me unite,

And sing and shout hosanna ;

The Lord has pardon'd all my sins,

And fill'd my soul with manna.

HYMN 18. P. M.

1 fTlHE voice of free grace

X Cries escape to the mountain ; For Adam's lost race, Chiist hath open'd a fountain.

INVITING.

For sin and transgression,

And every pollution, His blood flows most freely

in streams of ablution.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who has purchased our pardon,

We will praise him again. When we pass over Jordan.

2 That fountain so clear.

In which all may find pardon, From Jesus's side

Flows plenteous redemption; Though your sins were increased

As high as a mountain, His blood it flows freely :

O come to the fountain.

3 Blest 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 congregation, And saints shall delight \ In ascribing salvation.

4 When on Zion we stand,

Having gain'd the blest shore, With our harps in our hands.

We will praise him evermore ; We'll range the blest fields.

On the banks of the river, And sing hallelujahs

For ever and ever.

HYMN 19. P. M.

I Q1 INNER, art thou still secure? ^O Wilt thou still refuse to pray ? Can thy heart or hands endure

In the Lord's avenging day ? See his mighty arm made bare!

Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judgment now prepare.

Thou must either break or bow.

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2 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee ; Solid mountains melt like wax.

What will then become of thee ? Who his coming may abide?

You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide

When the world is wrapt in flame ?

3 Then the great, the rich, the wise,

Trembling, guilty, self-condemned, Must behold the wrathful eyes

Of the Judge they once blasphemed. Where are now their haughty looks?

O! their horror and despair. When they see the opened books,

And their dreadful sentence hear!

4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace

Soon we must resign our breath, And our souls be called to pass

Through the iron gate of death. Let us now our day improve,

Listen to the gospel voice ; Seek the things that are above ;

Scorn the vvorld's pretended joys.

5 O when flesh and heart shall fail

Let thy love our spirits cheer, Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail

Over Satan, sin, and fear ; Trusting in thy precious name,

May we thus our journey end; Then our foes shall lose their aim.

And the Judge will be our friend.

HYMN 20. L. M.

1 Y ADEN with guilt, sinners arise, 3-J And view ^'•our bleeding sacrifice ; Each purple drop proclaims there's room, And bids the poor and needy come.

2 Beneath your crimes the victim stood, Sign'd your acquittances in blood, Hereby stern justice is appeas'd ; Sinners look up and be releas'd.

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3 Mercy, truth, peace, and righteousness, Beam from the Reconciler's face,

Here look, till love dissolves your heart. And bids your slavish fears depart.

4 O quit the world's delusive charms, And quickly fly to Jesu's arms; Wrestle until your God is known, Till you can call the Lord your own.

HYMN 21. P. M.

1 QIXNERS, the warning hear, O And haste to Jesu's arras, Where love and grace appear

In all their heav'nly charms; No longer from his mercy roam, But flep the dreadful wrath to come.

2 Long have you liv'd in sin.

And prizd the joys of earth, Too long delighted been

With vanity and mirth : No longer now from Jesus roam, But fly, O fly from wrath to come.

3 Hark! 'tis the Saviour's voice,

His promises invite : O make his grace your choice.

His name your chief delight. O may you seek the heavenly home. And flee the dreadful wrath to come.

4 No longer ling'ring stand,

On Sodom's sinful plains; Destruction 's near at hand,

And everlasting pains: No longer from the Saviour roam, But flee the dreadful vsTath to come.

HYMN 22. P. M.

1 ^OME, O my heart, and let us take vy An evening walk becoming thee, Now whither dost thou choose, we shall take our course, Up to Calvary or Gethsemane ?

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2 Oh! Calvary is a mountain high,

'Tis too difficult a task for me, To indulge in balmy sleep, would far better Buit my taste. Than Calvary or Gethsem?ine,

3 O ! it would not appear such a mountain high,

Nor yet so hard a task for thee, If thou didst love the man, who first laid the plan, Of climbing the mountain Calvary.

4 I had rather abide in the pleasant plain,

My gay companions there to see, And to tarry awhile, in the joys of the world. Than to climb up the mountain Calvary.

5 Thy gay companions ere long will be gone,

Poor blinded souls could they but see ! And if ever thou would'st stand, on Canaan's happy land, Thou must first climb the mountain Calvary.

6 There is no pleasure that I can behold,

'Tis a sad and dreary path to me, And I have heard them say, there are lions in the way. And they lurk in the mountain Calvary.

7 True! it is a straight and narrow road,

And lions lurk there for their prey ; But thou Shalt have a guard, yea the angels of God, Shall conduct thee up to Calvary.

8 I had rather have peace and live at my ease,

Than to be afflicted thus by thee. When blooming youth is gone, and old age comes on, I will then go with thee to Calvary.

9 There is no time so good as youth.

To travel this mountain you must see, For when old age comes on, with its great load of sin, How then canst thou climb up Calvary.

10 O conscience thou art ever making a noise,

I cannot enjoy any peace for thee ; There is time enough yet, and the journey's not so great, I can soon climb the mountain Calvary*

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11 Oh hark ! I hear a doleful sound,

And thou shouldst greatly alarmed be, A blooming youth is gone, and is sleeping in the tomb, Who refused to climb up Calvary.

12 Alas! I know not what to do,

For thou hast greatly alarmed me. In sin I have gone on, till I fear T am undone, Lord help me to climb up Calvary.

13 O tarry not in all the plain,

Lest it prove a dangerous snare to thee, But look up to the man, who was bruised ifor thy sin. And he'll help thee to climb up Calvary.

HYMN 23. C. M.

1 "DEHOLD that great and awful day Jj Of parting soon will come. When sinners must be hurl'd away ;

And Christians gathered home.

2 The one with Dives for water cry ;

And gnaw their tongues in pain ;

They gnash their teeth, in horrors lie.

And wring their hands in vain.

3 Now hail ! ye doleful frighted ghosts,

With whom I once did dwell, And spent my days in frantic mirth, And danc'd my soul to hell !

4 You me about the floor did drag,

And caus'd my soul to sin ; And devils now your mouth shall gag. And force the fuel in.

5 Perhaps the parent sees the child

Sink down to endless pain, With" shrieks and howls, and bitter cries. Never to rise again.

6 O father, see my blazing hands.

Mother! behold your child ! Against you now, a witness stands^ Amidst the flames confined I

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7 The child, perhaps, the parent views,

Go headlong down to hell ; Gone with the rest of Satan's crew. And bids the child farewell!

8 The husband sees his piteous wife,

With whom he once did dwell. Depart with groans and bitter cries, My husband! fare you well!

9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see.

The man she once did love. Sink down to endless misery, While she is crown'd above I

10 Then shall the saints, thro' grace combin'd,

Drink in eternal love; In Jesus' image there to shine. And reign with him above.

11 O how it lifts my soul to think,

Of meeting round the throne, Eternal joys there for to drink. Where sorrows never come.

HYMN 24. P.M.

1 I^OME all, ye poor sinners that from Adam S^ came,

Ye poor and ye blind, and ye halt and ye lame, Close in with salvation for mercy is free. Or you will be damn'd through eternity.

2 When God shall descend with a shout from above. And call home his servants to bless with his love. And you not renew'd in your souls by his grace, Away you'll be banish'd from Jesus's face

3 For if you deny him, he wiW deny you.

Into hell you'll be lurn'd, among the damn'd crew, In horror and torment for ever you'll lie ; In vain then for mercy, in vain you may cry.

4 You've read of the rich man and beggar also; The beggar he died and to Jesus did go ;

The rich man he died, and to his sad surprise, Awaked in hell, and he lift up his eyes.

5 Seeing Abra'am afar in the mansions above, And Laz'rus in his bosom in raptures of love,

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He cry'd " Father Abra'am send to my relief, For I am tormented with pain and with grief."

6 He said, " son remember when you liv'd so great, Dress'd in your fine linen, your purple and state. Whilst Laz'rus was laid at your gate full of grief, You had not compassion to give him relief.

7 " Besides, there's a gulph fix'd betwixt us you

see; So that those who would come here, from thence,

cannot flee ; But there you must lie and lament your sad state. For now you are sending your cries up too late."

8 He cried, " father Abra'am I pray thee provide, Send one from the dead, I've five brethren beside ; They hearing from me, and of my wretched state, Perhaps they'll repent now, before 'tis too late."

9 " They have a rich gospel that spreads far and

wide; They have Moses, the prophets, and apostles

beside. If they'll not adhere unto them and repent. They would not believe though one from the dead

went."

10 O come, ye poor mourners, and don't you

despair. But cry to your Jesus, he'll answer your pray'r ; He'll hear your complaints, and ease all your grief; He'll pardon your sins, and will give you relief.

11 And when your frail bodies you come to lay

down. You'll fly up to heaven where you'll wear a bright

crown. The smiles that will beam from your Jesus's face, Will make you adore and admire his free grace.

HYMN 25. L. M.

1 T LONG to see the season come,

-I. When sinners will come flocking home. To taste the riches of God's love. And sing his praise in realms above.

2 Hark ! hear the gospel trumpet's sound, Inviting sinners all around

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Behold, your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands.

3 He now is knocking at your heart, Waiting salvation to impart ;

To wash you in atoning blood. And seal you heirs and sons of God.

4 A few more days, and you must go To realms of joy, or endless wo ;

In worlds above with Christ to dwell, Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.

5 Come, sinners all, now warning take, And all your sinful ways forsake ; This world give o'er, leave sin behind. In Christ you shall redemption find.

6 Take your companions by the hand. Take all your children in a band, And give them up at Jesus' call ; He'll pardon, bless, and save you all.

7 When the great day of Christ shall come, And he collects his Jewels home,

On Zion's mount we then shall stand. And join the bright angelic band.

HYMN 26. P. M.

1 "jl/TY days, my weeks, my months, my years, ItX Fly swiftly as the wheeling spheres

Around the steady pole. Time like the tide its motions keep Till I shall launch into the deep.

Where endless ages roll.

2 The grave is near the cradle scene ; How swift the moments pass between,

And whisper as they fly- Unthinking man, remember this, While fond of sublunary bliss,

That thou must groan and die.

3 And must ray soul be then extinct, And cease to live and cease to think!

It cannot, cannot be ! No, my immortal cannot die, Where wilt thou go, where wilt thou fly.

When death shall set thee free.

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4 Long ere the sun has run his round, I may be buried under ground,

And there in silence rot : Alas one hour may close the scene, And ere twelve months have roU'd between

I may be quite forgot.

5 A heaven, a hell, and these alone. Beyond the present world are known ;

There is no middle state. To-day obey the call divine ; To-morrow may be none of thine,

Or it may be too late.

HYMN27. L.M.

1 TJEHOLD, a stranger at the door;

X3 He gently knocks, has knock'd before, Has waited Jong, is waiting still ; You use no other friend so ill.

2 But will he prove a friend indeed ? He will — the very friend you need : The man of Nazareth is he. With garments dy'd, from Calvary.

3 O, lovely attitude ! he stands With melting heart and open hands : O, matchless kindness ! and he shows That matchless kindness to his foes.

4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine ; Turn out his enemy and thine. Turn out that hateful monster, sin, And let the heavenly stranger in.

HYMN 28. P. M.

1 TVrO words can declare, nor fanc/can paint, Xll What rage and despair, what hopeless com- plaint,

Fill Satan's dark dwelling, that prison beneath, What weeping and yelling, and gnashing of teeth.

2 Yet sinners will choose this dreadful abode, Each madly pursues the dangerous road, Though God gives them warning they onward

will go. They answer with scorning, and rush into woe.

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3 How sad to behold, the rich and the poor. The young and the old, all blindly secure ! All posting to ruin, refusing to stop ; —

Ah ! think what you're doing while yet there is hope!

4 How weak is your hand, to fight with the Lord ! How can you withstand, the edge of his sword? What hope of escaping, for those who oppose, When hell is wide gaping, to swallow his foes ?

5 How oft have you dared the Lord to his face. Yet still you are spared to hear of his grace ! Oh, pray for repentance and life-giving faith. Before the just sentence consign you to death.

6 It is not too late to Jesus to flee,

His mercy is great, his pardon is free !

His blood has such virtue for all that believe,

That nothing can hurt you, if him you receive.

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HYMN29.L. M.

1 TTAIL! sovereign love, that first began JjL The scheme to rescue fallen man : Hail ! matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding place.

2 Against the God that rules the sky I fought, with hands uplifted high ; Despised the offers of his grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place.

3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light. Madly I ran the sinful race.

Secure without a hiding place.

4 But lo ! the eternal counsel ran,

" Almighty love arrests the man !" , I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding place.

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5 Vindictive justice stood in ^7iew, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;

Stern justice cried with frowning face, This mountain is no hiding place,

6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard, And mercy for my soul api)ear'd ; She led me on a pleasant pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place.

7 Should sevenfold storms of thunder roll. And shake the globe from pole to pole. No thunderbolt shall daunt my face. For Jesus is my hiding place.

8 On him Almighty vengeance fell,

That might have crush'd a world to hell : He bore it for a sinful race. And thus became a hiding place.

9 A few more rolling suns at most, Will land me safe on Zion's coast ; There I shall sing a song of grace. Safe in my glorious hiding place.

HYMN 30. P. M.

1 \ WAKED by Sinai's awfiil sound,

J\. My soul in guilt and thrall was found,

I knew not what to do ; O'erwhelmed with guilt, with anguish slain, The sinner must be born again,

Or sink in endless wo.

2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell, Which way to shun the gates of hell,

For death and hell drew near ; I strove indeed, but strove in vain ; The sinner must be born again,

Still sounded in my ear.

3 Then to the law I trembling fled ; It poured its curses on my head,

I no relief could find ; This fearful truth I found remain, The sinner must be born again,

O'erwhelmed my troubled mind.

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4 Again did Sinai's thunder roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul,

A vast unwieldy load : Alas ! I heard and found it plain, The sinner must be born again.

Or drink the wrath of God.

5 The saints I heard with rapture tell, How Jesus conquered death and hell,

And broke the fowler's snare : But when I found this truth remain, The sinner must be born again,

I sunk in deep despair.

6 While thus my soul in anguish lay, Jesus of Naz'reth passed that way,

I felt his pity move ; The sinner by his justice slain, Now by his grace is born again.

And sings redeeming love.

7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew. The angels tuned their harps anew, -

And loftier sounds did raise : All hail the Lamb that once was slain; Unnumbered millions born again,

Shall shout thy endless praise.

HYMN 31. L M.

1 f\ii ! give me Lord, my sins to mourn, V/ My sins which have thy body torn ; Give me with broken heart to see, Thy last tremendous agony.

2 O could I gain the mountain's height. And gaze upon that wond'rous sight ; O that with Salem's daughters, I, Could stand and see my Saviour die.

3 I'd hang around his feet and cry, Lord, save a soul condemn'd to die ! And let a wretch come near thy throne. To plead the merits of thy Son.

4 Father of mercy ! drop thy frown, And give me shelter in thy Son, And with my broken heart comply ; O give me Jesus or I die.

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5 O Lord, deny me what thou wilt,

If thou would'st ease me of my guilt ; Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry. And give me Jesus or I die.

6 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell ; Oh ! might I enter, now I'm come ; Lord Jesus save, or I am gone.

HYMN 32. P. M.

1 I^OME, my soul, and let us try, vy For a little season,

Ev'ry burden to lay by,

Come, and let us reason. What is this that casts you down ?

Who are those that grieve you ? Speak and let the worst be known :

Speaking may relieve you.

2 Christ by faith I sometimes see,

Then it doth relieve me : But my sins return again,

They are they that grieve me ; Troubled like the restless sea,

Feeble, faint, and fearful, Plung'd in sin, a sore disease,

How can I be cheerful !

3 Think on what your Saviour bore.

In the gloomy garden, Sweating blood from every pore.

To procure thy pardon. See him stretch'd upon the wood.

In that suffering station. Bearing all the will of God,

To procure salvation.

4 Cast thy burden on the Lord,

Leave it with the Saviour ; He, (whose hands for thee were bor'd,)

Can and will deliver. Why should sorrows bow thee down,

Trials or temptation ? Is not Clu*ist upon the throne,

Still thy strong salvation ? C

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HYMN 33. C. M.

1 /^OME, humble sinner, in whose breast \J A thousand thoughts revolve ; Come with your guilt and fear oppress'd ;

And make this last resolve : —

2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sins

Have like a mountain rose : I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever me oppose.

3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,

And there my guilt confess ;

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,

Without his sov 'reign grace.

4 " I'll to my gracious king approach.

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

5 " Perhaps he may admit my plea,

Perhaps he'll hear my prayer: But if I perish, I will pray. And perish only there.

6 " I can't but perish if I go :

I am resolved to try ; For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die."

HYMN 34. C. M.

1 TJEHOLD the wretch, whose lust and wine Jl> Had wasted his estate.

He begs a share among the swine. To taste the husks they eat !

2 " I die with hunger here," he cries,

*' I starve in foreign lands ; My father's house has large supplies, And bounteous are his hands.

3 " I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,

Fall down before his face ; Father, I've done thy justice wrong. Nor can deserve thy grace."

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4 He said, and hasten'd to his home,

To seek his father's love ;

The father saw the rebel come,

And all his bowels move.

5 He ran and fell upon his neck,

Embraced and kiss'd his son ; The rebel's heart with sorrow breaks For follies he had done.

6 " Take off his clothes of shame and sin,"

The father gives command :

Dress him in garments white and clean,

With rings adorn his hand.

7 " A day of feasting I ordain,

Let joy and mirth abound ; My son was dead, and lives again ; Was lost, and now is found."

HYMN 35. CM.

1 A PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, jljL Where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh ; Thou callest burden 'd souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely press'd ; By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding place

That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him " thou hast died."

5 O wond'rous love! to bleed and die',

To bear the cross and shame ; That guilty sinners, such as 1, Might plead thy gracious name.

6 " Poor tempest-tossed soul be still,

My promis'd grace receive ; 'Tis Jesus speaks, I must, I will, ^I can, I do believe.

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HYMN 36. P. M.

1 "TINCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, Xi Just ready all hope to resign,

I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine.

Dishearten'd with waiting so long, I sink at thy feet with my load ;

All plaintive I pour out my song. And stretch forth my hands unto God.

2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease,

The blood of atonement apply, And lead me to Jesus for peace,

The rock that is higher than I. Speak, Saviour ! for sweet is thy voice ;

Thy presence is fair to behold ; Attend to my sorrows and cries,

My groanings that cannot be told.

3 If sometimes I strive as I mourn,

My hold of thy promise to keep. The billows more fiercely return.

And plunge me again in the deep. While harass'd and cast from thy sight.

The tempter suggests with a roar, **■ The Lord has forsaken thee quite ;

Thy God will be gracious no more."

4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd

No covenant blessing for me ; Ah, tell me, how is it I find

Some pleasure in waiting for thee. Almighty to rescue thou art ;

Thy grace is my shield and my to/er; Come, succour and gladden my heart,

Let this be the day of thy power.

HYMN 37. P. M.

1 "lyfAY, I cannot let thee go, Jl\ 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 I my Lord, thou know'st my name>

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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-seat by prayer ; Mercy heard, and set him free ; Lord, that mercy came to me.

5 Many years have pass'd since then, Many changes I have seen,

Yet have been upheld till now ; Who could hold me up but thou ?

6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need ; This emboldens me to plead ; After so much mercy past. Canst thou let me sink at last 7

7 No— I must maintain my hold, 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold : I can no denial take.

When I plead for Jesu's sake.

HYMN 38. P. M.

1 TT OW lost was my condition JlI 'Till Jesus made me whole ; There is but one physician

Can cure a sin -sick soul : Next door to death he found me,

And snatciied me from the grave To tell to all around me

His wond'rous power to save.

2 The worst of all diseases

Is light, compared to sin, On every part it seizes.

But rages most within : 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,

And madness all combin'd, And none but a believer

The least relief can find.

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3 From men great skill professing,

I sought a cure to gain ; But this prov'd more distressing,

And added to my pain. Some said that nothing ailed me.

Some gave me up for lost ; Thus every refuge failed me,

And all my hopes were cross'd.

4 At length this great physician,

(How matchless is his grace,) Accepted my petition,

And undertook my case : First gave me sight to view him,

For sin mine eyes had seal'd ; Then bade me look unto him,

I look'd, and I was heal'd.

5 A dying, risen Jesus,

Seen by an eye of faith, At once from danger frees us,

And saves the soul from death. Come, then, to this physician,

His help he'll freely give. He makes no hard condition,

'Tis only look and live.

HYMN 39. P. M.

1 1^ NCOUR AGED by thy word M-J Of promise to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord,

Waits at thy mercy's door : No hand, no heart, O Lord ! but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine.

2 The beggar's usual plea.

Relief from men to gain. If offer'd unto thee,

I know thou would'st disdain ; But those which move thy gracious ear Are such as men would scorn to hear.

3 I have no right to say,

That though I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I possessed more ;

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Tliou knowest from my very birth I've been the poorest wretch on eatth.

4 Nor dare I to profess,

As beggars often do, Though great is my distress,

My faults have been but few ; If thou should'st leave my soul to starve, It would be what I should deserve.

5 Nor dare I to pretend

I never begg'd before, And if thou now befriend,

I'll trouble thee no more : Thou often hast reliev'd my pain, And often I must come again.

6 Though crumbs are much too good

For such a wretch as I, No less than children's food,

My soul can satisfy : O do not frown and bid me go. Until a blessing thou bestow.

7 Nor can I willing be,

Thy bounties to conceal From others, who like me.

Their wants and hunger feel ; I'll tell them of thy mercy's store, And try to send ten thousand more.

8 Thy ways, thou only wise,

Our ways arnd thoughts transcend^ Far as the arched skies

Above the earth extend : Such pleas as mine men would not hear, But God receives the beggar's prayer.

HYMN 40. C. M.

1 T ESUS ! thou art the sinner's friend ; ftj As such I look to thee ; Now in the bowels of thy love, O Lord ! remember me. g Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary ; Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me.

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3 Thou wondrous advocate with God !

I yield myself to thee ; While thou art sitting on thy throne, O Lord ! remember me.

4 I own I'm jjuilty, own I'm vile,

Yet thy salvation's free ; Then, in thy all abounding grace,

0 Lord! remember me.

5 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd,

Howe'er oppressed I be ; Howe'er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me.

6 And when I close my eyes in death,

And creature helps all flee, Then, O my great Redeemer, God I

1 pray, remember me.

HYMN 41. P. M.

1 Tr|EAR Jesus ! here comes and knocks at thy 3J door,

A beggar for crumbs, distressed and poor, Blind, lame, and forsaken, all roll'd in his blood, At last overtaken when running from God.

2 To ask children's bread I dare not presume, But, Lord, to be fed with fragments I come; Some crumbs from thy table O let me obtain, For lo ! thou art able my wants to sustain.

3 I own I deserve no favour to see,

So long did I swerve and wander from thee, Till brought by affliction my follies to mourn ; Now under conviction to thee I return.

4 For since thou hast said, thou'lt cast away none Who fly to thine aid as sinners undone ;

Now, Lord, I am come as condemned to die. And on this sweet promise I humbly rely. -

5 I cannot depart, dear Jesus, nor yield,

Till my poor heart feels this promise fulfiU'd;

That I may for ever a monument be.

To praise the dear Saviour of sinners like me.

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HYMN 42. C. M.

1 A FFLICTIONS, though they seem se jTjL In mercy oft are sent;

They stopp'd the prodigal's career, And caused him to repent.

2 Although he no relentings felt,

'Till he had spent his store, His stubborn heart began to melt, When Famine pinch'd him sore.

3 " What have 1 gain'd by sin," he said,

"But hunger, shame, and fear? My father's house abounds with bread. While I am starving here.

4 " I'll go and tell him all ['ve done,

Fall down before his face,

Unworthy to be call'd his son,

I'll seek a servant's place."

5 His father saw him coming back.

He saw, and ran, and smil'd ; Then threw his arms around the neck. Of his rebellious child.

6 " Father I've sinned ; but O ! foi^ive!"

" Enough," the father said ;

Rejoice, my house, my son's alive.

For whom I mourn'd as dead.

7 " Now let the fatted calf be slain,

Go spread the news around, My son was dead, but lives again; Was i^kt, but now is found."

8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,

To call poor sinners home ; More than a father's love he feels. And welcomes all that come. HYMN 43. P. M.

1 £\N the brink of fiery ruin,

V# Justice, with a flaming sword. Was my guilty soul pursuing. When I first beheld my Lord.

2 Terrified with Sinai's thunder,

Straight I flew to Calvary,

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Where 1 saw with love and wonder, Him, by faith, who died for me.

3 " Sinner," he exclaimed, " I've loved thee

With an everlasting love ; Justice has in me approv'd thee ; Thou Shalt dwell with me above."

4 Sweet as angel's notes in heaven

When to golden harps they sound, Is the voice of sins forgiven. To the soul by Satan bound.

5 Sweet as angels' harps in glory,

Was that heavenly voice to me, When I saw my Lord before me Bleed and die to set me free 1

6 Saints attend with holy wonder !

Sinners, hear and sing his praise: 'Tis the God that holds the thunder, Shows himself the God of grace.

HYMN 44. P. M.

1 "ITrrHEN Joseph his brethren beheld

f f Afflicted and trembling with fear, His heart with compassion was fill'd, From weeping he could not forbear : Awhile his behaviour was rough, To bring their past sin to their mind ; But when they were humbled enough. He hasted to show himself kind.

2 How little they thought it was he. Whom they had ill treated and sold ! How great their confusion must be. As soon as his name he had told!

" I am Joseph, your brother," he said, *' And still to my heart you are dear ; You sold me, and thought I was dead, But God, for your sakes, sent me here."

3 Though greatly distressed before. When charg'd with purloining the cup, They now were confounded much more ; Not one of them durst to look up.

" Can Joseph, whom we would have slain, Forgive us the evil we did?

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And will he our household maintain ? Oh, this is a brother indeed !"

4 Thus, dragg'd by my conscience, I came, And laden'd with guilt, to the Lord; Surrounded with terror and shame. Unable to utter a word ;

At first he look'd stern and severe, What anguish then pierced my heart ; Expecting each moment to hear The sentence, " Thou cursed, depart !"

5 But oh ! what surprise when he spoke, While tenderness beam'd in his face ; My heart then to pieces was broke, O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace: " Poor sinner, I know thee fall well, By thee I was sold and was slain ; But I died to redeem thee from hell, And raise thee in glory to reign.

6 " I am Jesus whom thou hast blasphemed. And crucify'd often afresh ;

But let me henceforth be esteem'd Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh: My pardon I freely bestow, Thy wants I will freely supply ; I'll guide thee and guard thee below, And soon will remove thee on high.

7 " Go publish to sinners around. That they may be willing to come. The mercy which now you have found, And tell them that yet there is room." Oh sinners, the message obey !

No more vain excuses pretend ; But come without farther delay. To Jesus, our Brother and Friend.

HYMN 45. C. M.

1 Tr|EAR refuge of my weary soul, X-f On thee, when sorrows rise. On thee when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief.

For thou alone canst heal ;

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Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel.

3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain ?

4 No, still the ear of sov'reign grace

Attends the mourner's prayer ;

0 may I ever tind access

To breathe my sorrows there.

5 Thy mercy seat is open still ;

Here let my soul retreat ; With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet.

HYMN 46. C. M.

1 rjNCERTAIN how the way to find U Which to salvation led,

1 listened long with anxious mind, To hear what others said.

2 While some of joys and comforts told,

I fear'd that I was wrong ; For I was stupid, dead, and cold, Had neither joy nor song.

3 The Lord my labouring heart reliev'd.

And made my burden light ; Then for a moment I believ'd, Supposing all was right.

4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd.

Of anguish and dismay ; Through what distresses they had walk'd Before they found the way.

5 Ah then I thought my hopes were vain,

For I had liv'd at ease ; I wish'd for all my fears again To make me more like these.

6 I had my wish ; the Lord disclos'd

The evils of my heart, And left my naked soul expos'd To Satan's fiery dart.

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7 Alas ! I now must give it up,

I cry'd in deep despair ; How could I dream of drawing hope From what I cannot bear.

8 Again my Saviour brought me aid,

And when he set me free, Trust simply on my word he said, And leave the rest to me.

HYMN 47. C. M.

1 "XTE happy souls whose peaceful minds,

X Are freed from pain and fear,

Ye objects whom kind heaven design'd,

To be its constant care : To you I'll vent my mournful sighs, Press'd by my dismal state :

0 can you with me sympathise, While I my case relate ?

2 I once was happy in the Lord, .

My soul was in a flame,

1 did delight to hear his word And praise his holy name :

But now the gospel's hid from me,

Though often do I hear ; The law denounces death on me,

And thunders out despair.

3 But woe is me, those joys are past,

Those blissful scenes are o'er, I'm like a city quite laid waste,

To be rebuilt no more : In vain I sigh, in vain I mourn,

In vain I seek for rest ; I fear the dove will ne'er return.

To my poor troubled breast.

4 The devil waiting me around,

To make my soul his prey, I wait to hear the trumpet sound —

Take, take the wretch away ! I linger, sigh, I mourn and cry.

Sleep now has left mine eyes. And ghastly death seems drawing nigb.

And that without disguise.

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5 O that I was some bird or beast —

Was I a stork or owl, So me lofty tree should bear my nest,

Or through the desert prowl : But I have an immortal soul,

Within this house of clay. That either must with devils howl.

Or dwell in endless day.

6 One evening as I pensive lay.

Alone upon the ground, As I to God began to pray, '

A light shone all around : These words with pow'r went through my heart

" I've come to set thee free, Nor Death, nor hell, shall ever part,

My love, my son, from me."

7 My dungeon shook, my chains flew off,

" Glory to God," I cried : My soul was fill'd, I cried " enough.

For me the Saviour dy'd." The winter 's past, the rain is gone,

Sweet flowers do now appear. The morning brought a glorious sun,

And banish'd every fear.

HYMN 48. P. M.

1 "DEFORE Elisha's gate Jj The Syrian leper stood ; But could not brook to wait :

He deem'd himself too good. He thought the prophet would attend, And not to him a message send.

2 " Have I this journey come.

And will he not be seen 1 I were as well at home,

Would washing make me clean 7 Why must I wash in Jordan's flood? Damascus' rivers are as good."

3 Thus by his foolish pride

He almost miss'd a cure : But yet at length he tried

And found the method sure : Soon as his pride was brought to yield, His leprosy was quickly heard.

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4 Leprous and proud as he,

To Jesus, thus I came, From sin to set me free,

When first I heard his fame : Surely, thought I, my pompous train Of vows and tears will notice gain.

5 My heart devised the way

Which T supposed he'd take ; And when I found delay,

Was ready to go back : Had he some painful task enjoin'd, I to performance seem'd inclined.

6 When by his word he spake,

" That fountain opened see : 'Twas open'd for thy sake.

Go wash, and thou art free :" Oh! how did my proud heart gainsay I fear'd to trust this simple way.

7 At length I trial made,

When I had much endured ; The message I obey'd ;

I wash'd and I was cured. Sinners, this healing fountain try, Which cleans'd a wretch so vile as I.

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HYMN 49. P. M.

1 I^OME, my soul, thy suit prepare, \J 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 can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin, Lord remove this load of sin I

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Ijet thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt.

4 Lord I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast ;

There thy blood-bought right maintain. And without a rival reign,

5 As the image in the glass, Answers the beholder's face, Thus unto my heart appear, Print thine own resemblance there.

6 While I am a pilgrim here. Let thy love my spirit cheer ;

As my guide, my guard, my friend. Lead me to my journey's end.

7 Show me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew ; . Let me live a life of faith,

Let me die thy people's death.

HYMN 50. C. M.

1 T>RAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Ml Uttered or unexpress'd.

The motion, of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,

That any 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 gate of death ; He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways. While angels in their songs rejoice, And say, Behold he prays.

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6 The saints in prayer appear as one,

In word, in deed, in mind, When with the Father and the Son, Their fellowship they find.

7 No prayer is made on earth alone.

The holy Spirit pleads, And Jesus on the Eternal Throne For sinners intercedes.

8 Oh thou by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod, Lord teach us how to pray.

HYMN 51. L. M.

1 f^OD of my life, to thee I call, or Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail !

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint ! Where should I lodge my sad complaint 7 Where but with thee ? whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor !

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not thy word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain?

4 That were a grief I could not hear. Didst thou not hear and answer prayer j But a prayer-hearing, answering God, Supports me under ev'ry load.

5 Fair is the lot that 's cast for me, I have an advocate with thee : They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast.

6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; And he is safe, and must succeed,

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to Plead. ; y D /

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HYMN 52. L. M.

1 TTTTHAT various hind'rances we meet

f T In coming to the mercy-seat ; Yet, who that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there ?

2 Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love,

Brings every blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright, And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 Have you no words? ah, think again ; Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow creatures' ears With the sad tale of all your cares.

5 Were half the time thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent,

Our cheerful songs would oftener be

*' Hear what the Lord hath done for me."

HYMN 53. P. M.

1 T\TOW in Jesu's name, I pray, Ll Father, take my sins away;

Give me sight ; I still am blind ; Give nie all my Saviour's mind ; Let me enter into rest. Bless me— for I will be blest.

2 Jesus is within the vail,

Still his groans thine ears assail ; Stronger pleadings have I none; Hear me for his sake alone ; Let me enter into rest, Bless me— for I will be blest.

3 My affections fix above. Rooted, grounded in thy love! Let me only Jesus see.

Let me only dwell in thee. Let me enter into rest. Bless me— for I will be blest.

SUrPLICATION.

4 Bruise in me the hateful foe ; Perfect me in love below ; Let me Adam's loss regain, Wrestle, and the prize obtain. Let me enter into rest, Bless me— for I will be blest.

HYMN 54. P. M.

1 "IT! VER nigh to those who call, Hd Jesus, thou art all in all, Righteous advocate of love, Seated near the throne above ;

I to Salem's gates draw near, Fearless, when thy voice I hear.

2 Whom have I but thee to plead? 'Twas thyself alone that bled ! Who but thee could e'er prevail ? Legions of arch-angels fail? Only thou to us art given, Only thou— the king of Heaven.

3 Whom, on earth, but thee, have I? Who but thee, for me would die ? Who can ev'ry care relieve ? Who can ev'ry blessing give? Who can ev'ry sickness heal ? Who can mysteries reveal ?

4 When impending storms appear, Who can save, or who can cheer? Who can re-create the heart ? Who can life and bliss impart? Only thou, my glorious Lord, Thou alone canst all afford !

5 Let me not from thee e'er swerve. Only thee I'll love and serve ; Only thou shall be my theme, Only thou resolv'd I am ! Whom have I in heaven but thee ? Who on earth compared can be ?

HYMN 55. C. M.

FOR a breeze of heavenly love. To waft my soul away

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To the celestial world above, Where pleasures ne'er decay.

2 Eternal Spirit deign to be

My pilot here below, To steer through life's tempestuous sea Where stormy winds do blow.

3 From rocks of pride on either hand,

From quicksands of despair,

O guide me safe to Canaan's land,

Through ev'ry latent snare.

4 Anchor me in that port above.

On that celestial shore, Where dashing billows never move. Where tempests never roar.

HYMN 56. S. M.

1 f\ WHY should unbelief

v/ Stay the Almighty's hand. That hand which holds my sure relief, Though earth and hell withstand.

2 My soul, believe and pray.

Without a doubt believe, Whate'er we ask in God's own way, We shall in truth receive.

3 Here stands the promise fair.

For God cannot repent : To fervent persevering pray'r. He'll every blessing grant.

HYMN 57. C. M.

1 r^OME, let us lift our joyful eyes \y Up to the court above.

And smile to see our Father there. Upon a throne of love.

2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,

And quick devouring flame ; Our God appear'd consuming fire, ^ And vengeance was his name.

3 Rich were the drops of Jesu's blood

That calm'd his frowning face ; That sprinkled o'er the burning throne, And turn'd the wrath to grace.

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4 Now we may bow before his feet,

And venture near the Lord ;

No fiery cherub guards his seat,

Nor double flaming sword.

5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss

Are open'd by the Son ; We'll raise our highest notes of praise To reach th' Almighty throne.

6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,

Great Advocate on high : And glory to th' eternal King, That lays his fury by.

HYMN 58. P. M.

1 I^OME sisters and brothers, who love one \J another,

And have done so for years that are gone, How often we've met him, in sweet heavenly union, Who opens the way to God's throne : , With joy and thanksgiving, we'll praise him who I lov'd us,

7 While we run in the bright shining way. Though we part here in body, we're bound for one glory, And bound for each other to pray.

2 There was Joshua and Joseph, Elias and Moses,

Who prayed as they journey'd along ; There was Abra'm and Isaac, and Jacob and David, And Solomon, Stephen and John : There was Simeon and Anna, and I don't know how many. Who pray'd and God heard from his throne ; Some cast among lions, some bound with rough irons. Yet glory and praises they sung.

3 Some tell us that praying, and also that praising,

Is labour that's all spent in vain ; But we have such witness, that God hears with swiftness. From praying we will not refrain ^

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There was old father Noah, and ten thousand more, Who witness'd that God heard them pray ; There was Samuel and Hannah, Paul, Silas and Peter, And Daniel and Jonah will say, 4 That God by his spirit, or an angel doth visit, Our souls and our bodies while praying; Jhall we all go fainting, while they all go prais- ing, And glorify God in the flame. God grant us to inherit the same praying spirit,

While onward we journey below, So that when we cease praying, we may not cease praising. But around God's bright throne we may bow.

HYMN 59. P. M.

1 QAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, iO Grant us. Lord, a gracious rain ; All will come to desolation

Unless thou visit us again. Lord, revive us; Lord, revive us; All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance.

Shine upon us from on high ; Lest for want of thine assistance. Every plant should droop and die.

3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd.

Every part look'd gay and green ; Then thy v^^ord our spirits nourish'd ; 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.

5 Where are those we counted leaders,

Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth 1 Old professors, tall as cedars. Bright examplp- for our youth !

6 Some, in whom we once delighted,

We shall meet no more below ;

SUPPLICATION.

Some, alas! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show. ,

7 Younger plants— the sight how pleasant!

Cover'd thick with blossoms stood ; But they cause us grief at present, Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud.

8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, "

Thou canst make them bloom again

Oh permit them not to wither, /^^ ,

Let not all our hopes be vain ! '" ''"

9 Let our mutual love be fervent,

Make us prevalent in prayers ; Let each one esteem'd thy servant. Shun the world's bewitching snares.

10 Break the tempter's fatal pov/er,

Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour To revive the work afresh.

HYMN 60. P. M.

1 T ET thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, X-i Come, and bid our jarrings cease; Come, O come ! and reign for ever, .

God of Love, and Prince of Peace ; Visit now poor bleeding Zion,

Here the people mourn and weep; Day and night thy lambs are crying,

Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

2 Some for Paul, some for Apollos,

Some for Cephas— none agree ; Jesus, let us hear thee call us,

Help us, Lord, to follow thee. Then we'll rush through what encumber^.

Over ev'ry hind'rance leap ; Not upheld by force or numbers,

Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

3 Lord, in us there is no merit,

We've been sinners from our youth; Guide us, Lord, by thy good spirit.

Which shall teach us all the truth. On thy gospel word we'll venture,

'Till in death's cold arms we sleep.

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Love our Lord, and Christ our SaviouT ;

0 good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

4 Come, good Lord, with courage arm us:

Persecution rages here ; Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,

While our shepherd is so near. Glory, glory, be to Jesus,

At his name our hearts do leap; He both comforts us and frees us ;

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.

5 Hear the Prince of our salvation

Saying, " Fear not, little flock; I, myself, am your Foundation,

You are built upon this rock. Shun the paths of vice and folly,

Scale the mount, although it's steep ; Look to me, and be ye holy ;

1 delight to feed my sheep."

6 Christ alone, whose merit saves us.

Taught by him, we'll own his name ; Sweetest of all names is Jesus!

How it doth our souls inflame I Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Give him glory, he will keep. He will clear our way before us;

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.

HYMN 61. P. M.

1 " ll/rERCY, O thou Son of David!"

ifX Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd : " Others by thy grace are saved.

Now vouchsafe to me thine aid ;" While he cried the people chid him.

But he pray'd the louder still, 'Till the gracious Saviour bid him,

" Come, and ask me what you will."

2 Money was not what he wanted,

Though by begging used to live ; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give.

SUPPLICATION.

" Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Let my eyes behold the day ;"

Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Folio w'd Jesus in the way.

3 Now methinks I hear him praising,

Publishing to all around, "Friends, is not my case amazing! What a Saviour I have found ! —

0 that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me !

Surely, they would come unto him, He would cause them all to see.

4 Now I freely leave my garments,

Follow Jesus in the way ; He will guide me by his counsel ;

Lead me to eternal day : There I shall behold my Saviour,

Spotless, innocent, and pure ; And with him shall reign for ever.

If I to the end endure.

HYMN 62. P. M.

1 f^ UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, vT Pilgrim through this barren land ;

1 am weak, but thou art mighty — Hold me with thy powerful hand :

Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now the chrystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar. Lead me all my journey through :

Strong deliv'rer ! Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna,

In this barren wilderness : Be my sword, and shield, and banner, Be my robe of righteousness :

Fight and conquer AH my foes by sov'reign grace.

4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside ;

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Foe to death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side,

Songs of praises I will ever give to thee.

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REJOICING AND PRAISE.

HYMN 63. P. M.

ICHEST source of purest pleasure, Fountain whence our comfort flows, More to be desired than treasure ; Treasure which this world bestows.

2 These afford us poor enjoyment

As the world recedes to view ; Thou canst yield us sweet employment, As we bid the world adieu.

3 Dearest source of consolation,

Refuge to the poor distress'd, Thou canst calm our perturbation, Thou canst give the weary rest.

4 Bid the billows, loudly raging,

Calmly at thy voice subside; Bid the clouds, that storms presaging, Soon to distant quarters glide.

5 As the evening sun declining.

Sheds around a softer ray. May thy milder radiance shining. Calmly gild our closing ray.

6 As the soul, releas'd from trouble.

Views with joy its sorrows past, Views them as an empty bubble On the billowy ocean cast.

7 Oh! how sweet, in retrospection,

Pains and sorrows well endur'd ; 'Twas through suffering — sweet reflection, Christ our brightest hopes procur'd.

8 Let us, then, on him reclining.

For his sake our patience prove ;

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Sure we oft, without repining,

Suffer much for those we love. 9 Soon this path, so dark and dreary,

Shall in fairer scenes expand ; Soon the traveller, faint and weary,

Shall behold the promis'd laud.

HYMN 64. P. M.

1 f^ HOW I have long'd for the coming of God ! \J And sought him by praying and searching

his word : With watching and fasting my soul was oppress'd, Nor would I give over till Jesus had bless'd.

2 The tokens of mercy at length did appear; According to promise, he answer'd my prayer ; And glory is open'd in floods on my soul ; Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll.

3 The news of his mercy is spreading abroad, And sinners come crying, and weeping to God ; Their mourning and praying is heard very loud, And many find favour in Jesus's blood.

4 Here are more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy

feet, Oppress'd by a burden enormously great Oh raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love. And shout hallelujahs with angels above.

5 I'll sing, and I'll shout, and I'll shout, and I'll

sing; Oh God make the nations in praises to ring With loud acclamations of Jesus's love. And carry us all to the city above.

6 We'll wait for thy chariot, it seems to draw near ; Oh come, my dear Saviour, let glory appear ; We long to be singing and shouting above. With angels o'erwhelm'd in Jesus's love.

HYMN 65. P. M.

1 ^OME, saints and sinners, hear me tell vy The wonders of Immanuel, Who sav'd me from a burning hell. And brought my soul with him to dwell, And gave me heavenly union.

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2 When Jesus saw me from on high, Beheld my soul in ruin lie,

He look'd on me with pitying eye, And said to me as he pass'd by, With God you have no union.

3 Then I began to weep and pray, I look'd this way and that to fly, It griev'd me sore that I must die. I sought salvation for to buy,

But still I found no union.

4 But when I hated all my sin, My dear Redeemer took me in,

And with his blood he wash'd me clean, And O! what seasons I have seen, Ever since I felt this union.

5 I prais'd the Lord both night and day, I went from house to house to pray, And if I met one on the way,

I always something found to say. About this heavenly union.

6 I wonder why old saints don't sing. And praise the Lord upon the wing. And make the heavenly arches ring, With loud hosannas to our king,

Who brought our souls to union.

7 Come, poor backslider, come away, And mind to do as well as say, And learn to watch as well as pray. And bear your cross from day to day.

And then you'll feel this union.

8 O, could I like an angel sounds Salvation through the earth around. The devil's kingdom to confound, I'd triumph on Immanuel's ground.

And spread this heavenly union.

9 Come, heaven and earth, unite your lays, And give to Jesus endless praise,

And thou, my soul, look on and gaze. He weeps, he- bleeds, thy debt he pays. To give thee lieavenly union.

10 We soon shall leave all things below, And quit this vale of pain and wo,

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And then we'll all to glory go, And then we'll see, and hear, and know, And feel a perfect union.

11 There we the glorious Lamb shall see, Who groan'd and died upon the tree. Who spill'd his blood to set us free, That we might his salvation see.

And feel a gracious union.

12 Almighty God, teach heart and tongue, To thee to raise a grateful song,

All praises to thy name belong, Let Zion sing, thy kingdom come. And fill the earth with union.

HYMN 66. P. M.

1 rpHE gospel's joyful sound

X Is music to my ears ; In Jesus I have found

Relief from all my fears: Darkness to light does now give place, And ail things wear a different face.

2 Since God is reconcil'd,

I fear no dire alarms ; He owns me for his child,

And clasps me in his arms. Transported with seraphic joy, I Father, Abba Father, cry.

3 I cannot fear the law.

Its thunders now may roar ; Since I my Saviour saw.

They can affright no more. On wings of love I mount, I fly. And Father, Abba Father, cry.

4 Death too has lost his sting,

And wears a smiling face : I hope to shout and sing,

Ev'n in his cold embrace. He'll close my eyes and shut my ears, But cannot rouse my guilty fears.

5 When through the flaming sky,

I see the judge descend,

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I'll Abba Father cry.

And hail him as ray friend. While standing in the gospel liajit, There 's nothing can my soul affright.

6 Now let my flowing eyes

Run down with grateful tears, Since free adopting grace,

Has banish'd all my fears ; And still my sinful self deny, When I express the heav'n-bom cry.

7 No more let me return,

Beneath the galling yoke, Or e'er embrace those chains.

Which grace divine has broke. Let Abba Father be my cry, In time and in eternity.

HYMN 67. P. M.

1 A LMIGHTY love inspire my heart with pure jnL desire,

Until the sacred fire my soul doth renew, I love the blessed Jesus, on whom each angel

And symphony increases, above the ethereal blue.

2 My tender-hearted Jesus, thy love my soul ama-

zes,

Who came from heav'n to save us, when lost and undone ;

No angel could redeem us, no seraph could re- trieve us.

No arm could relieve us, but Jesus alone.

3 In him I have believed, he has my soul retrieved. From sin he has redeem'd my soul that was dead. And now I love my Saviour, for I am in his fa- vour.

And hope with him for ever, the golden streets to tread.

4 Yet here awhile I stay, in hope of that glad day, Till I'm called away to the mansions above : There to enjoy the treasure of unconsuming

pleasure, And shout in highest measure, hallelujahs of love-

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HYMN 68. P. M.

1 I^OME, and taste along with me vy The weary pilgrim's consolation ; Boundless msrcy running free,

The earnest of complete salvation. Joy and peace in Christ I find, My heart to him is all resigned ; The fulness of his power I prove, And all my soul 's dissolved in love.

Jesus is the pilgrim's portion:

Love is boundless as the ocean.

2 When the world and flesh would rise,

And strive to draw me from my Saviour, Strangers slight, or friends despise,

I then more highly prize his favour. Friends believe me when I tell, If Christ be present all is well : The world and flesh in vain may rise, I all their efforts do despise.

In the world I've tribulation,

But in Christ I've consolation.

3 Worldlings hold me in disdain,

Because I shun their carnal pleasure ; All in this which gives me pain,

Is, that they slight a noble treasure. But still among them, bless the Lord ! There 's some who tremble at his word ; And this doth joy to me impart. To think the Lord hath reach'd their heart.

0 the grace to sinners given.

Peace on earth, and crowns in heaven.

4 When I'm in the house of prayer,

1 find with the congregation. Music sweet unto my ear,

Is the glad sound of free salvation. When I join to sing his praise. My heart in holy raptures raise : I join and sing, and shout aloud, And disregard the gazing crowd ;

Glorious the theme of exultation.

What I feel is past expression.

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5 When I hear the pleasing sound

Of weeping mourners just converted, The dead 's alive, the lost is found ;

The Lord hath healed the broken hearted. My heart exults, my spirits glow, I love my Lord and brethren so : Oh, had I wings like Noah's dove, I soon would sing with those above.

Glory, honour, and salvation,

What I feel is past expression.

6 Why should I regard the frowns

Of those who mock, deride, or slight me, Soon I'll lie beneath the ground,

Beyond the reach of those who hate me : Sorrows, toils, and sufferings o'er, When once we reach that happy shore ; There, with the shining hosts above, I'll sing and shout redeeming love.

Blessings there, beyond expression.

Ever roll in sweet succession.

7 Sinners, you may laugh and scorn ;

Your moments lost will be lamented ; The awful day is hastening on.

When you will wish you had repented ; Death in its embraces cold, Will soon your mortal bodies hold ; Then all your pleasures take their flight. And down you'll sink to endless night ;

While you 're of that guilty number.

Your destruction doth not slumber.

8 Fellow sinner, go with me ;

My heart's enlarged to receive you ; Slight not mercy offer'd free.

Come to Jesus ; he'll relieve you : But if you offer'd grace refuse, And will de^ruction ever choose ; Unhappy soul, your guilt and blood, Will rest on your defenceless head :

Darkness, torment, pain and sorrow.

May be yours before to-morrow.

9 Mourner, see your Saviour stand,

With arms expanding to receive you;

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He spreads for you his bleeding hands, Venture on him, he'll relieve you ;

Cast all your doubts and fears aside,

The door of mercy 's open wide ;

The fountain flows which saves from sin,

Come now, believe, and enter in. Don't distrust your blessed Saviour; Come, believe, and live for ever.

HYMN 69. C. M. D.

1 /^OME all ye mourning pilgrims now, \y The joyful news I'll tell ;

The Lord hath sent salvation down.

To save our souls from hell ; The angels brought the tidings down,

To shepherds in the field. That God to man is reconciled. His Son to men reveal'd. Sing glory, honour to the Lamb,,.

Salvation to our King ; Let all that 's wash'd in Jesu's blood, His glorious praises sing.

2 Come, all ye poor despised souls,

Unto his fold repair ; Where God his boundless love unfolds,

And says he'll meet us there. His glorious presence fills our souls

With songs of loudest praise ; Let all that want a Saviour dear.

Their hearts and voices raise.

3 There 's glory, glory in my soul.

It came from heaven above ; Which makes me praise my God so bold,

And his dear children love. I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God, ■

I love his ways so well. Because his precious blood was shed

To save my soul from hell.

4 When weeping Mary came to seek

Her Lord, with a perfume, The napkin and the sheet she found Together in the tomb ; E

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The angel said, he is not here :

He 's risen from the dead ; And streams of grace to sinners flow

As free as did his blood.

HYMN 70. P. M.

1 f\ JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit,

" With love and thanksgiving fall down at

thy feet ; The sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood, To thee my Redeemer, my Lord and my God.

2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord, I love thee my Saviour, I trust in thy word ;

I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee I never can show.

3 Tm hanpy, I'm happy, O wond'rous account. My jo\s are immortal, I stand on the mount, I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear.

4 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest,

My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest ; Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my

song. Thy love doth inspire both my heart and my

tongue.

■ 5 O who is like Jesus ? he is Salem's bright king, He smiles and he loves me, and learns me to sing ; I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud

and shrill. While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.

HYMN7LP. M.

1 £r\ JESUS, my Saviour, I know thou art mine, Kj For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign; Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love. Nothing richer possess'd by the angels above.

2 Thy spirit first taught me to know I was blind. Then taught me the way of salvation to find ; And when I was sinking in gloomy despair. My Jesus reliev'd me, and bid me liot fear

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3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel, The language of mortals here ever must fail; My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame,

I am rais'd into raptures while praising his name.

4 I find him in singing, he is present in prayer, In sweet meditation he always is near;

My constant companion, may we never part. All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart.

5 If ever I lov'd thee, 'tis now my dear Lord,

I love thy dear children, thy, ways and thy word ;

I love all creation, I love sinners too,

Since Jesus has died to redeem them from wo.

6 When happy in Jesus, I cannot forbear, Though sinners despise me, his love to declare ; His love overwhelms me, had I wings I would fly» And pmise him in mansions prepared on high.

HYMN 72. C. M.

1 TTOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds Xl In a believer's ear !

It soothes his sorrow^s, 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, fill'd With boundless stores of grace.

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain,

Although with sin defil'd ; Satan accuses me in vain. And I am own'd a child.

5 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,

My prophet, priest, and king; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring.

6 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.

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7 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath : And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.

HYMN 73. C. M.

1 TESUS, I love thy charming name, *J 'Tis music to my ear,

Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear.

Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust,

Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.

2 O may thy grace still cheer my heart,

And shed its fragrance there ! The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care. I'll speak, the honours of thy name,

With my last lab'ring breath : When speechless, clasp thee in my arms,

My joy in life and death.

HYMN 74. L. M.

1 £\ GOD, my heart with love inflame, \J That I may in thy holy name. Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice: Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore,

On that eternal, happy shore.

2 O hope of glory, Jesus, come,

And make my heart thy constant home; For the small remnant of my days I want to sing and shout thy praise. O give me, Lord, a heart to pray, And live rejoicing ev'ry day; To give thee thanks in ev'ry thing, And sing and shout, and shout and sing.

3 When on my dying bed I lay.

Lord give me strength to shout and pray ; And praise thee with my latest breath, Until my voice is lost in death.

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Then brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb: And as you march the solemn road. Loud sing and shout the praise of God.

4 Then you below, and I above.

Well "shout and praise the God vre love,

Until the great tremendous day.

■\Mien Gabrjel's trump shall wake yonr clay;

Then from our dusty beds we'll spring.

And shout. O death' where is thy sting ? .

O grave, where is thy victor)*?

We'll shout to all eternity.

5 Our race Is run, we've gain'd the prize, Then shall the Sov'reign of the skies, With smiles, unto his children say. Come reign with me in endless day. Then on that happy, happy shore, We'll shout and sing our sufTrings o'er. We'll sing arid shout, and shout and sing. And make the heavenly arches ring.

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1 "TIROOPIXG souls no longer grieve, MJ Heaven is propitious;

If in Christ you do believe,

You will find him precious. Jesus, he is passing by.

Calling mourners to him; He has died for you and me,

Now look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet, his side,

Flows the healing lotion, See the consolating^tide.

Boundless as the ocean. Feel the living waters move,

O ye sick and dying, jVow resolve to sain his love.

Or to perish, trying.

3 Grace's store is fall and free.

Drooping souls to gladden : Jesus calls, Come unto me Ye wear)', heavy laden :

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Though your sins like mountains high '

Rise and reach to heaven ; Soon as you on Christ rely,

All shall be forgiven.

4 Now methinks, I hear one say,

I will go and prove him, If he take my sins away —

Surely 1 shall love him : Now I see the Saviour smile,

He removes my burden, All's of grace — though [ am vile,

Yet he seals my pardon.

5 Streaming mercy how it roird,

Now I know, I feel it ; Half has never yet been told,

Yet I.want to tell it; Jesus' blood has heal'd my wound,

O the wond'rous story, I was lost, but now I'm found.

Glory, glory, glory.

6 Glory to my Saviour's name.

Saints are bound to love him : Sinners you may do the same,

Only come and prove him. Hasten to my Saviour's blood.

Feel it, and declare it ; O that I could sing so loud

That all the world might hear it.

7 Should no greater joys be known

In the upper region. Still I'd strive to travel on

In this pure religion. Heaven now, and heaven then ;

Glory here and yonder. Brightest seraphs shout Amen

While the angels wonder.

HYMN 76. C. M. D.

1 T'M on the road to Canaan, I'll bid this world JL farewell,

Come on my fellow travellers, in spite of earth or hell.

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Though Satan's army rages, and all his hosts

combine, Yet scripture doth engage us the strength of love

divine.

2 I'll blow the silver trumpet— on all the nations

call, for Christ has me commissioned, to say he died

for all. Come try his love and prove him; you shall the

gift obtain ; He will not send you empty, nor let you come in

vain.

3 And if you want a witness, we have one close

at hand Who lately has experienc'd the glories of the

land- It comes in copious showers our bodies can't

contain. It fills our ransom'd powers, and soon we'll drink

again.

4 The glories of that kingdom ray soul can ne'er

describe, I feel that it 's within me the blood so free ap. pliedr-

0 come unto my Saviour, and you shall taste his

love, 'Tis sweeter than all earthly things, just coming from above.

5 My soul looks up and sees him smile — he now

the blessing sends ; And I am thinking all the while, when will my sorrows end —

1 contemplate it won't be long, till he shall come

again, Then I will join the heavenly throng, and in God's kingdom reign.

6 The glories of that happy place, I've ofttimes

felt before, But what I feel is just a taste, and makes me

long for more — Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd fly and be at rest ; Then would I soar to worlds on high, and dwell

among the just. /

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7 O, could I erain my heavenl}^ home, and ne'er

return again, I could not think the season long, that I had

sufler'd pain — The sons of Zion marching home, along the

heavenly street. There would I hail them as they come, and fall

at Jesus' feet.

8 Says Faith, look yonder, see the crown laid up

in heaven above — Says Hope, it shortly shall be mine — I long to

wear 't, says Love — Desire says, it is my crown, then to that place

I'll flee; I cannot bear a longer stay; my rest I fain would

see.

9 But stop, says Patience, rest a while, the crown's

for them that tight. The prize for them that run the race by Faith,

and not by sight : Thus Faith doth take a pleasing view— Hope

waits— Love sits and sings ; Desire she flutters to be gone, but Patience clips

her wings.

' HYMN 77. P. M.

1 TTT'HY should I be affrighted at pestilence or

▼ f war.

The fiercer be the tempest the sooner it is o'er. With Jesus in the vessel, the biliov/s rise in vain, They only will convey me to yon P^lysian plain, With glory in my soul.

2 This is a land of dangers, and foes they press me

hard. But Jesus, he has promised that he will be my

guard : Then I shall not be tempted above what I can

bear, When fighting's done, escorted his kingdom for

to share.

With glory in my soul.

3 Although my flesh is mortal, immortal is my hope; I'll try, like holy Moses, to gain the mountain top.

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There at Jehovah's bidding, with cheerfulness to

die — And then ascend to heaven, to reign above the

sky,

With glory in my soul.

4 From him I have my orders, and while I do. obey, I find his Holy Spirit illuminates my way; The way is so delightful I wish to travel on, Till I am calfd away to receive a starry crown,

With glory in my soul.

5 I feel that Jesus loves me, but why, I do not

know, To him I 'm so unfaithful in what I have to do: I grieve to see my failings, but he does all for- give. Which makes me love him more, and by faith in him I live,

With glory in my soul.

6 Though sinners do despise me, and laugh at

what I say, I find a little number walks with me in the way.- Come on, come on, my brethren, they laugh at

Jesus too, The crown appears before me, and heaven is in

my view,

With glory in my soul.

7 We soon shall gain fair Canaan, and on that

happy shore, Beyond the reach of sorrow, we '11 shout for

evermore ; There walk the golden pavement, and blood-

wash'd garments wear. And to increase our pleasure, our Jesus will be

there,

With glory in my soul.

8 My song I must conclude, though it's against my

will, I want to have the power to sing while I can

feel— I long to see the time, when immortal I shall be. And shout and shout his praises through vast

ETERNITY !

With glory in my soul.

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HYMN 78. P. M.

1 ^OME listening angels, attend while I sing Ky The wonders of Jesus, my conquering king; Great things for my soul he surely has done, All glory to God for the gift of his Son.

2 I wander'd in "darkness a stranger to God, Neglected his calls and despised his word ;

In romances and novels I thought I should gain Some knowledge of pleasure and honour obtain.

3 At length the gospel trumpet did sound in my

ears, And thunders from heaven awakened my fears ; The tears of repentance then freely did run, For slighting the Saviour, alas ! I 'm undone.

4 One evening, while musing, these words came

with power,

0 do not be troubled, nor doubt any more ; Believe in the word, believe also in me,

In my Father's house there 's a mansion for thee.

5 'Tis the voice of my Saviour, my soul then did

cry, On Calvary he suffered, and for me did die ; His five bleeding wounds are now pleading

for me. He offers me pardon, he bids me be free.

6 My soul is now anchor'd in the fountain of love, My heart and ray treasure's in heaven above ; Through grace I 'm determin'd I ne'er will

give o'er, Till safely I 'm landed on Canaan's blest shore.

HYMN 79. P. M.

1 /"iOME brethren and sisters, that love my dear Vy Lord,

1 pray give attention and ear to my word ; What a wonder of mercy ! behold now I see What a tender kind Saviour has done for poor me.

2 I was led by the devil, till lost and distress'd,

I thought that in torments I soon should be cast,

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No peace to my conscience, but all misery, Till by faith I saw Jesus hang bleeding for me.

3 O sinner, said Jesus, for you I have died ; All glory to Jesus, my soul then replied : The guilt was remov'd, my soul did rejoice. The blood was applied, the witness and voice.

4 On my low bended knees before God I did fall, And glory to Jesus, for he 's all in all ;

The heart of his rebel was bursted in twain, To see my dear Jesus on Calvary slain.

5 There was peace now in heaven, and peace upc

earth. The angels rejoice at a poor sinner's birth ; Your sins are forgiven, my Saviour did say, Oh, witness kind heaven, on this my birth day.

6 My soul it was humbled, I fell to the ground ; The time of refreshing at length I have found ;

0 Lord, thou hast ravish'd my soul with th>

charms, Let me die like old Simeon, with Christ in my arms.

HYMN 80. P. M.

1 Q1AVI0UR, I do feel thy merit,

^ Sprinkled with redeeming blood ; And my troubled, weary spirit. Now finds rest in thee my God.

2 I am safe, and I am happy,

While in thy dear arms I lie ; Sin or Satan cannot harm me, While my Saviour is so nigh.

3 Now I '11 sing of Jesu's merit,

Tell the world of his dear name ; That if any want his spirit. He is still the very same.

4 He that asketh soon receiveth.

He that seeks is sure to find ; Who of comfort is bereaved, Jesus never casts behind.

5 Now our Advocate is pleading.

With his Father and our God :

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Now for us he 's interceding, As the purchase of his blood

6 Now methinks I hear him praying, " Father spare them, I have died:" And the Father answers, saying, " They are freely justified."

HYMN 81. P. M.

1 f^ OME all ye weary travellers, yy And let us join to sing The everlasting praises

Of Jesus Christ, our king. We 've had a tedious journey,

And tiresome, 'tis true ; But see how many dangers

The Lord has brought us through.

2 At first when Jesus found us,

He called us unto him, And pointed out the danger

Of falling into sin: The world, the flesh, and Satan,

Will prove a fatal snare, Unless we do reject them.

By faith and humble prayer.

3 But by our disobedience.

With sorrow we confess. We 've had too long to wander

In a dark wilderness ; Where we might soon have fainted.

In that enchanted ground ; But now and then a cluster

Of pleasant grapes we found.

' 4 The pleasant fruits of Canaan

Give life, and joy, and peace ; Revive our drooping spirits,

And faith and love increase. Confess our Lord and Master,

And run at his command, And hasten on our journey,

Unto the promis'd land.

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5 In faith, and hope, and patience,

We now are going on, The pleasant way to Canaan,

Where Jesus Christ is gone. • In peace and consolation,

We 're going to rejoice. And Jesus and his people

For ever be our choice.

6 Sinners, why stand ye idle,

While we do march along ? Has conscience never told you

That you are going wrong — Down the broad road to ruin,

To bear an endless curse ? Forsake your ways of sinning,

And come along with us.

7 But if you will refuse us,

We '11 bid you all farewell ; We 're on the way to Canaan,

And you the way to hell ; We 're sorry for to leave you.

We 'd rather you would go ; Come try a bleeding Saviour,

And feel salvation flow.

8 O sinners, be awaken'd

To see your dismal state : Repent and be converted.

Before it is too late ; Turn to the Lord by praying,

And daily search his word ; And never rest contented,

Until you find the Lord.

9 Now to the king immortal

Be everlasting praise, For in his holy service

We mean to spend our days ; Till we arrive at Canaan,

The celestial world above, With everlasting praises,

To sing redeeming love.

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HYMN 82. P. M.

1 i^OME and taste, along with me, yy Consolation running free, From our Father's wealthy throne, Sweeter than the honey-comb.

2 Wherefore should I feast alone, Two are better still than one ;

The more comes in with a free, good will, Makes the banquet sweeter still.

3 Now I go to heaven's door, Asking for a little more ; Jesus gives a double share, Calling me his chosen heir.

4 Goodness running like a stream. Through the New Jerusalem, And by a constant breaking forth, Sweetens earth, and heaven both.

5 Saints in glory sing aloud. For to see an heir of God ! Coming in at heaven's door. Making of the number more.

6 Now my body doth its best,

For to keep me back from Christ ; But a treasure coming in, Doth oppose my inbred sin.

7 Sinful nature, hatching vice ; Cannot stop the force of grace ; Whilst there is a God to give. And a sinner to receive.

8 Heaven's here and heaven's there. Comfort 's flowing every where I This I boldly do profess.

That my soul hath got a taste.

9 Now I go rejoicing home, From the banquet of perfume ! Finding manna on the road. Dropping from Ibe mount of God.

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HYMN 83. P. M.

1 TVPOW glory be to God, we can hear with great il delight,

The preachers of the gospel, who preach with all

their might ; They explain the Holy Scriptures, the word of

the Lord, And power divine attends it right to the sinner's

heart.

2 While many have been disputing about an out-

ward form. The Lord sent forth preachers to sound the great

alarm ; Repent and be converted , O ! sinners, sinners

turn, Or else in the wrath of God you will for ever

burn.

3 And now this glorious news is heard, all the

plains around, The mountains and valleys reverberate the

sound, And thousands in America, at present do rejoice, That they were so greatly favour'd to hear the

bridegroom's voice.

4 O ! come my loving Christians and let us fol-

low on, And still pray to God for the itinerant men. That God may keep them faithful, and give them

wisdom too, That with singleness of heart they may force

their passage through.

5 O ! come my loving brethren, with wonder now

look on. And see what a mighty work our Jesus has done. The multitudes are thronging, our churches are

too small. We'll repair to Camp-meeting, for the grove will

hold us all.

6 How pleasant is the sight to see Israel's tents

around, And many a precious soul lay prostrate on th« ground ;

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While others are a shouting the praises of the

Lord, And sinners are awakened by the Spirit's two-

edg'd sword.

7 The Pharisees and Formalists look on and

stand amazed,

They wonder what 's the matter with the shout- ing Methodists ;

But if they would repent, and believe in the Lord,

They also would go shouting and praising their God.

8 Now glory be to God, there is glory in my soul ; If I had a trumpet's voice I 'd sound from pole

to pole. That Israel's God is reigning thi'oughout this

happy land. And thousands of precious souls do bow at his

command.

HYMN 84. S. M.

1 T>REPARE a thankful song X To the Redeemer's name !

His praises should employ each tongue, And every heart inflame ! .

2 He laid his glory by.

And dreadful pains endured, That rebels such as you and I, From wrath might be secured.

3 Upon the cross he died.

Our debt of sin to pay : The blood and water from his side Wash guilt and tilth away.

4 And now he pleading stands

For us before the throne. And answers all the law's demands, With what himself hath done.

3 The Holy Ghost he sends.

Our stubborn souls to move ;

To make his enemies his friends.

And conquer them by love.

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6 The world and Satan rage,

But he their power controls ; His wisdom, love, and truth, engage Protection for our souls.

7 Though press'd, we will not yield.

But shall prevail at length ; For Jesus is our sun and shield. Our righteousness and strength.

8 Assured that Christ our king

Will put our foes to flight. We on the field of battle sing, And triumph while we light.

HYMN 85. P. M.

1 TTOW happy every child of grace,

MjL The soul that's fill'd with joy and peace, That bears the fruits of righteousness,

And kept by Jesus' power ; Their trespasses are all forgiven. They antedate the joys of heaven :

In rapturous lays

Shout the praise

Of Jesus' grace

To a lost race **

Of sinners, brought to happiness Through th' atoning blood of Jesus.

2 Satan may tempt, and hell may rage. And all the powers of earth besiege ; Their united strength at once engage

To pluck a soul from Jesus : The faithful soul laughs them to scorn, He 's heaven bound, he 's heaven born,

He '11 watch and pray.

Night and day,

Fight his way,

Win the day, And all his enemies dismay. Through the mighty name of Jesus.

3 Oh monster death, thy sting is drawn! O boasting grave ! no trophy 's won ! The saint triumphs through grace alone»

To praise the name of Jesus. F

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At length he bids the world adieu, With all its vanity and show —

The soul it flies

Through the skies,

To paradise,

And joins its voice, In rapturous lays of love, to praise The glorious name of Jesus,

4 When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound. And rend the rocks, convulse the ground. And swear that time is at an end,

Ye dead, arise to judgment. See lightnings flash, and thunders roll, The earth wrapt like a parchment scroll ;

Comets blaze

Sinners raise

Dread amaze

And horrors seize, The guilty sons of Adam's race. Unsaved from sin by Jesus.

5 The Christian, fill'd with rapturous joy, 'Midst flaming world he mounts on high, To meet his Saviour in the sky.

And see the face of Jesus. Then soul and body reunite. And fill'd with glory infinite :

Blessed day !

Christians, say —

Will you pray

That we may All join that happy company, To praise the name of Jesus ?

HYMN 86. P. M.

OSANNA to Jesus, I'm fill'd with his praises,

Come, oh my dear brethren, and help me to sing; No theme is so charming, no love is so warming, It gives joy and gladness, and comfort within. 3 Hosanna is ringing ; I 'm happy while singing And shouting the praises of Jesus's name ; The angels in glory repeat the glad story Of Jesus's love, which is made known to men.

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3 Hosanna to Jesus, who died to redeem us, I '11 serve him and love him wherever I go,

He 's now gone to heaven, the spirit he 's given To quicken and comfort his children below.

4 Hosanna for ever, his grace like a river. Is rising and spreading all over the land : His love is unbounded, to all it 's extended, And sinners are feeling the heavenly flame.

5 Hosanna to Jesus ! my soul how it pleases To see sinners falling and crying to God : Then shouting and praising, they cry, " 'Tis

amazing. We 've found peace and pardon in Jesus's blood."

6 Hosanna is ringing, hark how they are singing ! " All glory to Jesus, we 've tasted his love." The kingdom of heaven to mortals is given, And rolls through my soul from the mansions

above.

7 Hosanna to Jesus ! my soul feels him precious ; In bright beams of glory, he comes from above. My heart is now glowing, I feel his love flow- ing:

I 'm sure that my Jesus I really do love.

8 Hosanna is ringing, the saints now are singing, And marching to glory in bright royal bands : Come on, my dear brethren, let us press towards

heaven, For Jesus invites us with crowns in his hands.

9 Hosanna to Jesus! my soul sweetly rises, I '11 soon be transported to a happier clime. Where I shall see Jesus, and dwell in his pre*

sence, And with him in glory eternally shine.

HYMN 87. P. M. 1 TJ EJOICE, my friends, the Lord is King, J-^ Let all prepare to take him in ; Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing. And all the world with praises ring, And give to Jesus glory.

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2 I long to see the Christians join In union sweet, and peace divine, When every church with grace shall shine, And grow to Christ, the living vine,

And give to Jesus glory.

3 Come, parents, children, bond and free, Come, will yon go to heaven with me, That glorious land of rest to see, And shout with me eternally.

And give to Jesus glory ?

4 My soul feels happy while I sing : I feel that I am on the wing :

I '11 shout salvation to my king, 'Till I to heaven my trophies bring, And there we '11 give him glory.

5 A few more days of pain and wo, A few more suffering scenes below. And then to Jesus we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow.

And there we '11 give him glory.

6 The awful trumpet soon will sound. And shake the vast creation round. And call the nations under ground ; And all the saints shall then be crown'd,

And give to Jesus glory.

7 Ten thousand thunders then shall roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole ; How dreadful to the guilty soul !

But nothing shall the saints control, They '11 give to Jesus glory.

8 Then tears shall all be wiped away ; Then Christians ne'er shall go astray ; When we are freed from cumb'rous clay, We '11 praise the Lord in endless day,

And give to Jesus glory.

fl There all the saints shall join in one, And sing with Moses round the throne ; Their troubles are for ever gone. They '11 shine with God's eternal Son, And give to Jesus glory.

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TRUSTING IN GRACE AND PROVIDENCE,

HYMN 88. C. M.

1 C^ OD counts the sorrows of his saints, VT Their groans affect his ears ;

He has a book for their complaints, A bottle for their tears.

2 The Lord can clear the darkest skies.

Can give us day for night, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of -delight.

3 Let those who sow in sadness, wait

'Till the fair harvest come ; They shall confess their sheaves are great And shout the blessing home.

HYMN 89. C. M.

' 1 TT7HEN languor and disease invade ft This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains. And long to fly away.

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of thy love ; . Sweet to look upwards to the place Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine

My sins on Je«us laid; Sweet to remember that his blood My debt of suffering paid.

5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand.

Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience day by day, His Spirit's quick'ning breath.

6 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest.

Whose love can never end ;

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Sweet on his covenant of grace

For all things to depend. 7 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss , Immediately from thee !

HYMN 90. P. M.

1 TTOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Jj. Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ; What more can he say than to you he hath said, You. who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.

2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, and health. In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; At home or 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 dismay'd, 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 through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of wo shall not thee o'erflow ;

For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

5 " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall

lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

6 " E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love;

And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn. Like lambs they shall still on my bosom be borne.

7 " The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose I will not, I will not, desert to his foes ;

That soul, though all hell should endeavour to

shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake."

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HYMN 91. P. M.

1 £~\ ZTON, afflicted with wave upon wave,

V^ Whom no man can comfort, whom no man

save, Surrounded with troubles, with terror dismay'd. With toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd. Loud roaring, the billows now nigh thee o'er-

whelm. But skilful the pilot that sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, his power shall defend^ 'Tis he all victorious, thy warfare shall end.

2 O fearful, O faithless, in mercy he cries, What though high the surges t' affright thee

arise; Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand, Through tossings and tempests Til bring thee to

land. Forget thee I will not, I care for thy name, Engrav'd on my heart, it shall ever remain ; The palms of my hands, when I look on, I see The wounds I receivd when I suffer'd for thee.

n The fearful, the faithless, the weak are my care, The helpless, the hopeless, I hear their sad prayer ; Through great tribulation my people I bring,

. And when they reach heaven the louder they'll sing. I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans ! For thou art most nigh me, my flesh and my

bones; In all my afflictions, though great is my pain. They all are most needful, not one is in vain.

4 The day of eternal salvation draws near, When Jesus our leader will dry every tear, Our bodies and souls shall his glory partake, When the trumpet shall sound, and the nations

awake. Fight on ye old soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd. The war will be ended, your treasure enlarg'd; With singing and shouting, though Jordan may

roar, We'll enter fair Canaan and stand on the shore.

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HYMN 92. C. M.

1 "JN all my Lord's appointed ways JL My journey I'll pursue :

Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints, For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads,

I'll follow where he goes ; Hinder me not, shall be my cry. Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty and through trials too,

I'll go at his command ; Hinder me not, for I am bound To my Immanuel's land.

4 And when my Saviour calls me home,

Still this my cry shall be, *' Hinder me not, come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee."

HYMN 93. P. M.

1 T>EGONE! unbelief, my Saviour is near, -O And for my relief will surely appear;

By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will perform ; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide ; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail» The word he has spoken will surely prevail.

3 His love in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review. Confirms his good pleasure to bring me quite

through.

4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good. The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food, Though painful at present, 'twill cease before

long. And then, O how pleasant, the conqueror's song.

HYMN 94. S. M.

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HITHER go'st thou. Pilgrim stranger. Passing through this darksome vale ?

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Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger, And will not thy courage fail ?

I am bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me ? Hallelujah, hallelujah.

2 Pilgrim, thou dos't justly call me,

Wand'ring o'er this waste so wide ; Yet no harm will e'er befall me, While Pm blest with such a Guide.

3 Such a guide!— no guide attends thee,

Hence for thee my fears arise ; If a guardian power befriend thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.

4 Yes, unseen— but still believe me.

Such a Guide my steps attends, He'll in ev'ry straight relieve me,

He from every harm defends. 6 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee,

Darkly winding through the vale ; Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee.

Would not then thy courage fail 7

6 No : that stream has nothing frightful,

To its brink my steps I bend, There to plunge will be delightful — There my pilgrimage will end.

7 While I gaz'd — with speed surprising,

Down the stream she plung'd from sight: Gazing still, I saw her rising, Like an angel, cloth'd with light.

HYMN 95. L. M.

1 rriHERE is a heav'n o'er yonder skies,

JL A heav'n where pleasure never dies,

A heav'n I sometimes hope to see,

But fear again it 's not for me.

But Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, O hallelujah^ Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus, is my friend.

2 The way is difficult and straight, And narrow is the gospel gate ; Ten thousand dangers are therein. Ten thousand snares to take me in.

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3 I travel, through a world of foes Through conflicts sore my spirit goes ; The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand, Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land.

4 The way of dangers I am in, Beset with devils, men, and sin ; But in this way thy track I see,

And mark'd with blood it seems to be.

5 Come life, come death, come then what will, His footsteps I will follow still ;

Through dangers thick, and hell's alarms, I shall be safe in his dear arms.

6 Then, O ray soul arise and sing, Yonder's thy Saviour, friend, and king ; With pleasing smiles he now looks down., And cries, " press on and here's the crow

7 " Prove faithful then a few more days. Fight the good fight and win the race, And then thy soul with me shall reign, Thy head a crown of glory gain."

8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 'Till the last joyful trump shall sound. Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.

HYMN 96. P. M.

1 rriHERE is a land of pleasure,

X Where streams of joy for ever roll, 'Tis there I have my treasure.

And there I long to rest my soul. Long darkness dwelt around me.

With scarcely once a cheering ray ; But since my Saviour found me,

A light has shone along my way.

2 My way is full of danger.

But it's the path that leads to God ; Then like a valiant soldier,

ril dauntless keep the happy road. Now I must gird my sword on.

My helmet, breast-plate, and my shield, And* fight the host of Satan,

Until I gain the heav'nly field.

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3 I'm on my way to Canaan,

Still guarded by my Saviour's hand; O come along, dear sinner,

And see Immanuel's happy land. To all that stay behind me,

I bid a long, a long farewell ! O come, or you'll repent it,

When you do reach the gates of hell.

4 The vale of tears surround me,

And Jordan's current rolls before, O how I stand and tremble

To hear the dismal waters roar! Whose hand shall then support me,

And keep my soul from sinking there : From sinking down to darkness,

And to the regions of despair.

5 The waves shall not affright me,

Although they're deeper than the grave ; If Jesus will stand by me,

I'll calmly ride on Jordan's waves ; His word has calm'd the ocean.

His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale ;

0 may this friend be with me.

When through the gates of death I sail.

6 Then come, thou king of terror.

And with thy weapons lay me low !

1 soon shall reach that region, Where everlasting pleasures flow.

Now, Christians, I must leave you,

A few more days to suffer here! Through grace I soon shall meet you—

My soul exults — I'm almost there.

7 Soon the archangel's trumpet

Shall shake the globe from pole to pole, And all the wheels of nature

Shall in a moment cease to roll. Then I shall see my Saviour

With shining ranks of angels come, To execute his vengeance.

And take his ransom'd people home.

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HYMN 97. C. M.

1 T|riTH joy let each afflicted saint

▼ f This cheering truth behold ; That when he's tried he shall not faint, But shall come forth as gold.

2 This privilege, oh Lord ! I claim,

Nor am I here too bold, That from the trying, tiery flame, I may come forth as gold.

3 What though the furnace burns on high,

Still to this truth I '11 hold,

'Tis but design'd my soul to try,

I shall come forth as gold.

4 Herein his wisdom and his love.

Will God to me unfold ; And from the furnace I shall prove, He '11 bring me forth as gold.

5 He '11 kindly thus consume my dross,

So in this world I 'm told ; Nor can I suffer real loss, But shall come forth as gold.

6 Thus he '11 conform me to his word,

And cast roe in that mould ; And through the goodness of my Lord I shall come forth as gold.

7 Thus will I sing his praises here.

Whose mercies are of old ;

And when in glory I appear,

I shall come forth as gold.

HYMN98. L.M.

1 TN God let all his saints rejoice,

J. With thankful heart and cheerful voice, Thus saith his word, so kind, so true, " I, even I, will comfort you."

2 Sweet words ! oh let us bless his name, And joyful all his praise proclaim ; These words shall foes and fears subdue, " I, even I, will comfort you."

3 Are you in darkness and distress? Does Satan roar and break your peace ?

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Fear not, but still the truth review, " I, even I, will comfort you."

4 Do sore afflictions on you lay. And pungent sorrow day by day ?

Look to this word, 'twill bear you through, " I, even I, will comfort you."

5 If death in gloomy form appear, And overwhelm your souls with fear ; Let this sweet word your faith renew, " I, even I, will comfort you."

6 Thus while you sojourn here below, As pilgrims in this world of wo;

Make this your song, your journey through, ** I, even I, will comfort you."

7 And when each happy soul attains, That blissful state where glory reigns, This song shall all his powers employ, " God is my comfort and my joy."

HYMN 99. L. M.

1 I'^HILDREN of God, renounce your fears; Vy Lo ! Jesus for your help appears,

And loudly speaks, as he draws nigh, " Be not afraid, for it is /."

2 When in the awful tempest tost,

YoQ feel your strength and courage lost, And mighty waves roll o'er your head. Your Lord is near, be not afraid.

3 When mournful tidings come from far, Or nations raise tumultuous war. And wide their devastations spread, Yet he is near, be not afraid.

4 The famine, pestilence, and sword, Are all obedient to his word ;

He, riding on the stormy sky. Says, " Fear ye not, for it is J."

5 When earthly joys are from you torn. Or when with heartfelt grief you mourn, To see your dear relations dead ;

Yet Jesus lives, be not afraid.

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C When fierce disease attacks your frame, Your Saviour's love is still the same ; In death's dark shade you need not fear, For Jesus will be viith you there.

7 When stars are from their orbits hurFd, And flames consume the guilty world, E'en then your Judge will smiling cry, " Be not afraid, for it is /."

HYMN 100. C. M.

1 " T LOVE the Lord," is still the strain

Jl My heart delights to sing ; Though oft my heart suggests again, " Perhaps 'tis no such thing."

2 Before the power of love divine.

Creation fades away ; 'Till only God is seen to shine. In all that we survey.

3 Nor exile I, nor prison fear,

Love makes my courage great ; I find a Saviour every where, His grace in every state.

4 Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep.

Exclude his quick'ning beams ;

There I can sit, and sing, and weep,

And dwell on heavenly themes.

5 A Saviour kindles all my joys,

And sweetens all my pains. His strength in my defence employs. Consoles me, and sustains.

6 I fear no ill, resent no wrong,

Nor feel a passion move, When malice whets her sland'rous tongue ; Such patience is in love.

HYMN 101. C. M.

1 rilHE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, X Vouchsafes to be my guide ;

The shepherd by whose constant care My wants are all supplied.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed,

And gently there repose ;

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Then leads me to cool shades, and where Refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim ;

And to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk Id his most righteous ways.

4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,

From fear and danger free ; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me.

5 In presence of my spiteful foes,

He does my table spread ; He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, With oil anoints my head.

6 Since God does thus his wond'rous love

Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote. And in his temple spend.

HYMN 102. C. M. D.

1 TTTHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,

f T Be my vain wishes still'd ; And may this consecrated hour,

With better hopes be fill'd : Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar ; Thy mercy o'er my life hath flowed,

That mercy I adore.

2 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see ; Each blessing to my heart more dear.

Because conferr'd by thee : In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear, I still would find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.

3 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, ^

Thy love my heart shall fill ; Resign'd when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will :

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My lifted eye, without a tear, The low'ring storm shall see ;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; That heart is fix'd on thee.

THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

HYMN 103. P. M.

1 "ITE sons of war I pray draw near,

JL And list as general volunteers, Become our royal brothers here,

I mean as valiant soldiers ; You '11 enter into present pay, And feasting live from day to day ; Then turn about and march away,

And Jesus will support you.

2 Ye careless sons of Adam's race, Who long have trod in folly's ways, O turn about to Zion's face,

And meet Apollyon's forces ; Gird on your sword and glittering shield. And with your helmet take the field. And fight your way, and never yield,

And Jesus will support you.

3 The bounty you shall have in hand, If you 'U enlist in Jesu's band, Your captain in the front will stand,

And beat your foes before you ; Come throw your rebel weapons down, And seek for honour and renown, And you shall wear a starry crown,

For Jesus will support you.

4 You long have been the slaves of sin, With dire corruption deep within. The Christian warfare now begin,

And face Apollyon's forces ;

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The breast-plate take of righteousness. Your feet be sliod with gospel peace, Be daily at the throne of grace, And Jesus will support you.

5 Desert the cause of heaven's foe, Before you plunge in endless wo, Now courage take, to Jesus go.

And he will now receive you ; From sin and Satan you '11 get free, And happy seasons you shall see, And gain the Christian's liberty,

For Jesus will support you.

6 No more in Satan's ranks appear, But to our banner pray draw near, We '11 win the day, you need not fear.

Though earth and hell and oppose us ; Our captain he is always brave. And able still his men to save ; He conquered death, hell, and the grave,

And he will still support you.

7 O, let not sinners you affright, Although they rage and vent their spite, Wear but the Christian's armour right,

And none can stand before you ; Although your parents should oppose, Your dearest friends become your foes, Yet sweetly with the gospel close.

And Jesus will support you.

8 And when the war is at an end. Our captain still will be our friend. We '11 wing our way and up ascend,

To reign with him in glory : Then all our tears be wip'd away, Our night be turn'd to endless day. And on our golden harps we'll play,

The joyful song of heaven.

HYMN 104. P. M.

WHEN shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, To drink the flowing fountains, Of everlasting love ? G

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When shall I be deliver'd,

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 before, He 's given me my orders

And tells me not to fear, And if I hold out faithful,

A crown of life he '11 give. And all his valiant soldiers

Eternal life shall have.

3 Through grace I am determin'd.

To conquer though I die, And then away to Jesus,

On wings of love I'll fly : Farewell to sin and sorrow,

I bid them all adieu ; And you my friends prove faithful,

And on your way pursue. ,

4 And if you meet with troubles,

And trials on the v/ay, Then cast your care on Jesus,

And don't forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armour

Of faith, and hope, and love, And when your race is ended,

You '11 reign with him above.

5 O do not be discourag'd,

For Jesus is your friend; And if you lack for knowledge, ' He '11 not refuse to lend; Neither will he upbraid you.

Though often you request. He '11 give you grace to conquer,

And take you home to rest.

HYMN 105. P. M.

1 T IFT up your hearts, Immanuel's friends, jL* And taste the pleasure Jesus sends ; Let nothing cause you to delay. But hasten on the good old way.

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And I'll sing hallelujah,

And glory be to God on high ; And I '11 sing hallelujah,

There 's glory beaming through the sky.

2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, Shall not prevent our victory.

If we but watch, and strive, and pray, Like soldiers in the good old way.

3 O good old way ! how sweet thou art, May none of us from thee depart. But may our actions always say, We 're marching in the good old way.

4 Though Satan may his powers employ, Our happiness for to destroy,

Yet never fear, we '11 gain the day. And shout and sing the good old way.

5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, And view by faith the promis'd land. Then we may sing and shout and pray, And march along the good old way.

6 Ye valiant souls, for heav'n contend, Remember glory 's at the end ;

Our God will wipe all tears away. When we have run the good old way.

7 Then far beyond this mortal shore. We'll meet with those who 've gone before And shout to think we 've gain'd the day,

, By marching in the good old way.

HYMN 106. L. M.

1 \ SOLDIER, Lord, thou hast me made, -63L Thou art my Captain, King, and Head, And under thee I mean to fight.

The fight of faith with all my might. The cross all stain'd with hallowed blood, The ensign of the conquering Lord, The Christian soldier's standard is. And I will fight for king Jesus.

2 Thou art my guard, keep me I pray, That I may march the heavenly way ;

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Nor from my duty e'er depart, But live to Christ with ail my heart; Grant me the weapon of thy word, Thy powerful Spirit's two-edg'd sword, To slay my foes where'er they be, And own the victory won by thee.

3 O make me, Lord, w^hat I should be, To boldly face the enemy;

That when alarm'd to call the Lord, And pass thy word to all the guard ; Help me to walk in humbleness, March to the right in holiness ; O make me pure and spotless too, And fit to stand the grand review.

4 That when our General shall come. With sound of trumpet not of drum,

'Tis then our well dress'd ranks shall stand In full review at God's right hand. And when the enemy gets the rout. And are wheel'd by him to th' left about, Then we'll march up to the heavenly street, And ground our arms at Jesu's feet.

5 The war is o'er, and we are free, To join the blood-wash'd company ; Our wages shafl be crowns of gold, And joys of heaven that can't be told. There like our glorious Lord we'll shine, In heavenly concert we shall join,

And praises on the highest key, Shall be our theme eternally.

HYMN 107. P.M.

1 "^T E soldiers of Jesus pray stand to your arms,

JL Prepare fl5r the battle, the gospel alarms. The trumpets are sounding, come soldiers and see, The standard and colours of sweet liberty.

2 Tho' Satan's black trumpet is sounding so near. Take courage brave soldiers, his armies we dare : In the strength of King Jesus we dare him to

fight, We'll put his black armies of aliens to flight.

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In the mount of salvation, in Christ's armoury, There's swords, shields, and breast-plates, and

helmets for thee ; Be not faint-heart though he roars like a flood, He'll not stand before the bright armies of God.

4 To battle, to battle, the trumpets doth sound, The watchmen are crying fair Zion around : The signal for vict'ry ! hark ! hark ! from the sky i Shout, shout ye brave armies, the watchmen all

cry.

5 As the great Goliah, Apollyon shall fall ; With the sword of the Spirit we'll conquer them

all; We'll leave no opposers alive in the field, By the strength of Jehovah we'll force them to

yield.

6 Thro' Jesus, our wisdom, we'll baffle his rage. My heart beats for conquest, come soldiers

engage; The trumpets are sounding— the armies appear, We'll not leave one standing from front to the

rear.

7 King Jesus is riding the white horse before. The watchmen close after, the trumpet doth roar : Some shouting, some singing, salvation they cry,

■ In the strength of King Jesus all hell we defy.

8 Fair Zion's a shouting to her conq'ring King, Salvation to Jesus, the armies doth sing : Apollyon we've conquer'd and sunk in the flood : O who can withstand the bright armies of God ?

9 Behold all the armies are now marching home, God's trumpet is sounding, and bids them to come, All Zion's fair armies together doth meet,

And lay down their armour at Jesus's feet.

10 The angelic army with Zion combines ; In robes of bright glory eternally shines;

All shouting and singing on Canaan's bright

shore, Where wars and qommotions can reach them no

more.

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11 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, the time's drawing

nigh, ^

When we shall meet Jesus' bright host in the sky ; Our friends and relations in Jesus so dear, Both preachers and people shall then meet us

there.

12 We'll join the bright harpers in anthems divine, Whose crowns with bright diamonds the sun

doth outshine ; To the praise of King Jesus we'll tune our harps

then : Salvation and glory to Jesus, Amen.

HYMN 108. C. M.

1 TTARK! listen to the trumpeters, ■O. They call for volunteers;

On Zion's bright and flowery mount, Behold the officers.

2 Their horses white, their armours bright,

With courage bold they stand.

Enlisting soldiers for their King,

To march to Canaan's land.

3 It sets my heart all in a flame,

A soldier for to be, I will enlist, gird on my arms. And fight for liberty.

4 We want no cowards in our bands,

That will their colours fly; We call for valiant-hearted men That's not afraid to die.

5 To see our armies on parade,

How martial they appear;

All arm'd and dress'd in uniform

They look like men of war.

6 They follow their great General,

The great eternal Lamb, His garments stain'd in his own blood. King Jesus is his name.

7 The trumpets sound, the armies shout,

They drive the hosts of hell ; How dreadful is our God t'adore, The great Immanuel.

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8 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,

The eternal Son of God, And march with us to Canaan's land, Beyond the swelling flood.

9 There on a green and flowery mound,

Where fruits immortal grow, With angels all array'd in white, And our Redeemer know.

10 We'll shout and sing for evermore,

In that eternal world, While Satan and his army too, Shall down to hell be hurl'd.

11 Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold,

Redemption's drawing nigh; We soon shall hear the trumpet sound. That shakes the earth and sky.

12 In fiery chariots we shall rise,

And leave the world on fire ; And all surround the throne of love. And join the heavenly choir. HYMN 109. C. M.

1 A M I a soldier of the cross, XJL A follower of the Lamb 7 And shall I fear to own his cause.

Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies.

On flow'ry beds of ease, W^hilst others fought to win the prize. And saii'd through bloody seas ?

3 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace. To help me on to God 7

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, And seize it with their eye.

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6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

HYMN 110. P. M.

1 ir^AR-K and thorny is the desert,

JLJ Through which pilgrims make their way; Yet beyond this vale of sorrow,

Lie the fields of endless day ; Fiends loud howling through the desert,

Make them tremble as they go, And the fiery darts of Satan

Often bring their courage low.

2 O young soldiers, are you weary,

Of the roughness of the way? Does your strength begin to fail you.

And your vigour to decay ? Jesus, Jesus, will go with you.

He will lead you to his throne. He who dy'd his g'arments for you,

Aiid the wine-press trod alone.

3 He whose thunder shakes creation,

He who bids the planets roll : He who rides upon the tempest,

And whose sceptre sways the whole ; Round him are ten thousand angels,

Ready to obey command. They are always hov'ring round you,

Till you reach the heav'nly land.

4 There on flow'ry hills of pleasure,

Lie the fields of endless rest ; Love and joy, and peace for ever

Reign and triumph in your breast : Who can paint the scenes of glory,

Where the ransom'd dwell on high ; They on golden harps for ever

Sound redemption through the sky !

5 Millions there of flaming seraphs.

Fly across the heav'nly plain. There they sing immortal praises, Glory, glory is their strain.

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But methinks a sweeter concert.

Makes the heavenly arches ring; And the song^ is heard in Zion,

Which the angels cannot sing. 6 O their crowns ! how bright they sparkle,

Such as monarchs never wore : They are gone to richer pastures,

Jesus is their shepherd there. Hail ! ye happy, happy spirits,

Death no more shall make you fear, Grief or sorrow, pain or anguish,

Shall no more distress you there.

HYMN 111. L. M.

1 "^TE weary, heavy laden souls

JL Who are oppressed sore, Ye travelers through the wilderness,

To Canaan's peaceful shore : Through chilling winds, and beating rain,

The water deep and cold, And enemies surrounding you,

Take courage and be bold.

2 Though storms and hurricanes arise,

The desert all around. And fiery serpents oft appear

Through the enchanted ground : Dark nights and clouds and gloomy fear,

And dragons often roar. But while the gospel trump we hear,

We'll press for Canaan's shore.

3 We're often like the lonesome dove.

Who mourns her absent mate ; From hill to hill, from vale to vale,

Her sorrows to relate. But Canaan's land is just before,

Sweet spring is coming on, A few more beating winds and rains,

And winter will be gone.

4 Sometimes like mountains to the sky.

Black Jordan's billows roar ; Which often make the pilgrims fear, They never will get o'er ;

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But let us gain mount Pisgah's top,

And view the vernal plain, To fright our souls may Jordan roar,

And hell may rage in vain.

5 Methinks I now begin to see

The borders of that land, The trees of life, with heav'nly fruit

In beauteous order stand. The wintry time is past and gone,

Sweet flowers doth appear; The fiftieth year hath now roU'd round,

The great Sabbatick year,

6 O, what a glorious sight appears,

To my believing eyes; Methinks I see Jerusalem,

A city in the skies : Bright angels whisp'ring me away,

" O come, my brother come," And I am willing to be gone

To my eternal home.

7 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,

Who are to Canaan bound: And should we never meet again

Till the jubilee shall sound, I hope that I shall meet you there,

On that delightful shore ; In oceans of eternal bliss,

Where parting is no more.

HYMN 112. P. M.

1 i^OME all ye wand'ring pilgrims dear Vy That's bound for Canaan's land; Take courage and fight valiantly.

Stand forth with sword in hand. Our Captain's gone before us,

The Father's only Son ; Then Pilgrims dear, pray do not fear,

But let us follow on.

2 We've a dark and howling wilderness,

'Twixt this and Canaan's shore : A land of droughts, and pits, and snares, WtiQTc hideous dangers roar :

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But Jesus will attend us,

And guard us in the way ; If enemies examine us,

He'll teach us what to say.

3 " Good morning, brother traveller,

Pray tell me what's your name ; And where is it you're going to,

Also from whence you came ?" " My name it is Bold Pilgrim,

To Canaan I am bound ; I'm from the howling wilderness,

From that enchanted ground."

4 " Pray what is that upon your head,

That shines so clear and bright? Likewise the covering of your breast,

That's dazzling to my sight ? What kind of shoes are them you wear.

On which you boldly stand ? Likewise that shining instrument,

You bear in your right hand?"

5 " 'Tis glorious hope upon my head,

And on my breast a shield ; With this bright sword I mean to fight

Until I win the field ; My feet are shod with gospel peace,

On which I boldly stand ! And I'm resolv'd to fight till death,

And win fair Canaan's land."

6 " You'd better stay with me Pilgrim,

And give your journey o'er ; Your Captain, he is out of sight,

His face you'll see no more : My name it is Apollyon,

This land belongs to me, • And for your arms and pilgrim dress

I'll give it all to thee."

7 " O no," says the bold pilgrim, " sir,

Your offer I disdain ; For a glitt'ring crown of glory bright,

I shortly shall obtain. If I but hold out faithful

To my dear Lord's command,

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I jointly shall be heir with him

In Canaan's happy land. 8 " 'Tis true, indeed, I am not freed,

From enemies as yet ; But by the grace of God I stand,

With them beneath my feet: Now I rejoice with a loud voice

In hope of victory: And to God's grace I'll give the praise

To all eternity."

HYMN 113. L. M.

1 (TiOME ye that love the Lord indeed, vy Who are from sin and bondage freed, Submit to all the ways of God,

And walk the narrow, happy road. We're all united heart and hand, Join'd in one band completely ; We're marching through Immanuel's land Where the waters flow most sweetly.

2 Great tribulations you shall meet, But soon shall walk the golden street; Though hell may rage and vent its spite, Yet Christ will save his heart's delight.

3 That happy day will soon appear, When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear Sound through the earth, yea, down to hell, And call the nations great and small.

4 Beliold the world in burning flames, The trumpet louder still proclaims;

The world must hear and know her doom ; , The separation day is come.

5 Behold the righteous marching home, And all the angels bid them come,

While Christ, the judge, these words proclaims, " Here comes my saints, I own their nanies.

6 " Ye everlasting gates fly wide ; Make ready tc receive my bride ;

Ye harps of heaven now sound aloud, , Here comes the purchase of my blood."

7 In grandeur see the the royal line, In glittering robes the sun outshine ;

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See saints and angels joined in one, And march in splendour to the throne. 8 They stand in wonder and look on, They join in one eternal song, Their great Redeemer to admire, While raptures set their souls on fire.

HYMN 114. L. M.

1 T'VE 'listed in the holy war,

JB. Sing glory, glory, hallelujah.

Content to suffer soldiers' fare ;

Sing glory. &c. The banner over me is love,

Sing glory, &c. I draw my rations from above.

Sing glory, &c.

2 I've fought through many a battle sore, And I must fight through many more;

I'll take ray breastplate, sword, and shield, And boldly march into the field.

3 I've 'listed, and I mean to fight, Till all my foes are put to flight ; And when the victory I have won, I'll give the praise to God alone.

4 Come, Christian heroes, go with me ; Come, face the foe, and never flee; •The heavenly battle is begun,

Come, take the field and wear the crown.

5 With 'listing orders I am come —

Come rich, come poor, come old and young ; Hera's bounty money Christ has given. And glorious crowns laid up in heaven.

6 Our General he is gone before.

And you may draw on grace's store : But if you will not 'list and fight,

'Tis awful. You'll sink into eternal night.

'Tis awful.

HYMN 115. P. M. ^ . ... — ^ had some humble p.^^^, Where I might bide from sorraw ;

1 f\ii ! that I had some humble place

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Where I might see my Saviour's face, And there be freed from terror.

Oh ! had I wmgs like Noah's dove, ['d leave this world and Satan,

And fly away to realms above, Where Jesus stands inviting.

2 My heart is often made to mourn,

Because I'm faint and feeble ; And when my Saviour seems to frown,

My soul is fill'd with trouble But when he doth again return,

And I repent my folly ; 'Tis then I after glory run,

And still my Jesus follow.

3 I have my bitter and my sweet,

While through this world I travel; Sometimes 1 shout, and often weep;

Which makes my foes to marvel. But let them think, and think again, ' I feel I'm bound for heaven; I hope I shall with Jesus reign,

I therefore still will praise him. I want to live a Christian here;

I want to die while shouting ; I want to feel my Saviour near.

When soul and body's parting. I v/ant to see bright angels stand.

And waiting to receive me ; To bear my soul to Canaan's land.

Where Christ is gone before me.

THE CHRISTIAN MARINER.

HYMN 116. P. M. 1 mUROUGH tribulation deep, i The way to glory is ; This stormy course I keep, On these tempestuous seas ; By waves and winds I'm toss'd and driv'n, Freighted with grace and bound to lieuv'a.

MARINER. Ill

2 Sometimes temptations blow

A dreadful hurricane, And high the waters flow,

And o'er my sides break in ; But still my little ship outbraves The blust'ring winds and surging waves,

3 When I in my distress.

My anchor, hope, can cast Within th£ promises,

It holds my vessel fast ; Safely she then at anchor rides, 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides.

4 If a dead calm ensues.

And heav'n no breeezes give, The oar of prayer I use,

I tug, and toil, and strive: Thro' storms and calms for many a day» I make but very little way.

5 But when a heavenly breeze

Springs up and fills ray sail, My vessel goes with ease

Before the pleasant gale : And runs as much an hour, or more. As in a month or two before.

6 Hid by the clouds from sight,

The sun doth not appear, • Nor can I in the night

Behold the moon or star; Sometimes for days and weeks, or more, I cannot see the sky or shore.

7 As at the time of noon,

My quadrant faith, I take. To view my christ, my sun.

If he the clouds should break; I'm happy when his face I see, I know then whereabouts I be.

8 The Bible is my chart.

By it the seas I know ; I cannot with it part.

It rocks and sands doth show: It is a chart and compass too. Whose needle points for ever true.

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9 I keep aloof from pride.

These rocks I pass with care ; I studiously avoid

The whirlwind of despair ; Presumption's quicksands too I shun, Near them I do not choose to run.

10 When through a strait I go,

Or near some coast am drove, The plummet forth I throw,

And thus my safety prove. My conscience is the line which I Fathom the depth of water by.

11 My vessel would be lost,

In spite of all ray care, But that the Holy Ghost Himself vouchsafes to steer; And I through all my voyage will Depend upon my steerman's skill.

12 Ere 1 can reach heaven's coast,

I must a gulph pass through. Which fatal proves to most ;

For all this passage go. But all death's waves can't me overwhelm, If God himself is at the helm.

13 When through this gulph I get,

(Though rough, it is but short,) The pilot angels meet

And bring me into port ; And when I land on that blest shore, I shall be safe for evermore.

HYMN 117. P. M.

1 TESUS, at thy command, «J I launch into the deep, And leave my native land.

Where sin lulls all asleep; For thee I would the world resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

2 Thou art my pilot — wise,

My compass is thy word ; My soul each storm defies. While I have such a Lord ;

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ril trust thy faithfulness and power, To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,

Through all my passage lie; Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guard me with his eye; My anchor, hope, will firm abide. And every boisterous storm outride.

4 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss; Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh.

Lest I should suffer loss ; For more the treach'rous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

5 By faith I see the land.

The port of endless rest; My soul, thy sails expand.

And fly to Jesus' breast: O may I gain the heavenly shore, Where winds and waves disturb no more.

6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow

A prosperous gale of grace: Waft me from all below.

To heaven my destin'd place: There in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind,

HYMN 118. P. M.

i rriHE people called Christians, how many X things they tell, About the land of Canaan, where saints and

angels dwell; But sin, that dreadful ocean, compasses them

around, While its tide still divides them from Canaan's

happy ground.

2 Thousands have been impatient to find their passage through. And with united vigour have tried what they could do ;

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But vessels built by human skill have never

sail'd afar, Till they're found run aground on some dreadful

sandy bar.

3 The everlasting Gospel has launched the deep at

last; Behold her sails suspended around her towering

masts ; Around her decks, in order, the joyful sailors

stand, Crying O! here we go, to Emmanuel's happy land!

4 To those who are spectators, what sorrow must

ensue, To have their old companions bid them a long

adieu ; The pleasures of a paradise no longer them

invite : They may rail while we sail, but we '11 soon be

out of sight.

5 We're now on the wide ocean, we bid them all

farewell, But where we shall cast anchor, no mortal tongue

can tell: About our future happiness there needs be no

debate. While we ride on the tide, with our Captain and

his Mate.

6 We're passengers united with harmony and

love ! The wind's all in our favour, how joyfully we

move : Though troubles may surround us, and raging

billows roar, We will sweep through the deep, till we land on

Canaan's shore.

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GLORYING IN THE CROSS.

HYMN 119. P. M.

1 QWEET the moments, rich in blessing, k5 Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying friend. Here I '11 sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood : Precious drops my soul bedewing.

Plead and claim my peace with 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.

J

HYMN 120. L. M. ESUS ! and shall it ever be

A mortal man ashara'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days f

2 Asham'd 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 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon ;

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'Tis midnight with my soul till he. Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee.

4 Asham'd 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.

5 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes, I may When I 've no guilt to wash away, No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.

6 'Till then— nor is my boasting vain, 'Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not asham'd of me.

7 His institutions I will prize.

Take up my cross— the shame despise, Pare to defend his noble cause, And yield obedience to his laws.

HYMN 121. P. M.

1 ¥ LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee my love, JL I long thy salvation more fully to prove ;

I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, O why ? Because my dear Saviour for sinners did die.

2 On Zion's bright mountain this news I will tell. The strains of redemption my bosom shall swell. With angelic ardour his love I '11 proclaim, Redemption for sinners in Jesus's name.

3 Redemption, redemption, through Zion shall ring. In the flame of redemption, her converts shall

sing : Redemption, redemption, through Jesus's blood, Descending from Calv'ry and runs like a flood.

4 We'll talk of redemption while we stay below. We'll sing of redemption when upwards we go; When the sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd

to blood. We'll shout full redemption in the kingdom of God.

5 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound, Fursu'd by the devil, redemption we found ;

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Our hearts to redemption we'll tune e^^'ry string-, Through heaven's high arches redemption shall ring.

6 Redemption, redemption, to him that was slain; We'll out-sing the angels in this heavenly strain : Redemption to Jesus, for ever we'll cry,

For men, not for angels, the Saviour did die.

7 All glory, all glory, to Jesus's name,

All wisdom and power to the spotless Lamb, To him that redeem'd us, the great One in Three, Hosanna, hosanna, through eternity.

8 The song of creation bright angels may sing, But we'll sing redemption to Jesus our king: Through ages eternal these songs shall be sung, While Jesus's glory inspires each tongue.

HYMN 122. C. M.

1 QWEET muse descend, and bless the shade, >o And bless the evening grove ! Business, and noise, and day are fled,

And ev'ry care but love.

2 'Tis no mean beauty of the grove,

That hath enslav'd my eyes ;

I faint beneath a nobler wound

Than love below the skies.

3 Jesus has all my pow'rs possess'd»

My hopes, my fears, my joys :

He, the dear sov'reign of my breast,

Shall still command my voice.

4 Some of the fairest choirs above,

Shall flock around my song, With joy to hear the name they love Sound from a mortal's tongue.

5 His charms shall make my numbers flow ;

And hold the falling flood, While silence sits on every bough, And bends the list'ning wood.

6 I'll carve his passion on the bark, '>' And ev'ry wounded tree.

Shall droop, and bear some mystic mark, That Jesus died for me.

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7 The swains shall wonder when they read, Inscrib'd on all the grove, ^

That heav'n itself came down and bled, To win a mortal's love.

CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP.

HYMN 123. C. M.

1 i~^UR souls by love together knit, \J Cemented, mix'd in one,

One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,

'Tis heaven on earth begun ; Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke,

And glow'd with sacred tire ; He stopp'd, and talk'd, and fed, and bless'd. And fiU'd the enlarg'd desire. A Saviour ! let creation sing ! A Saviour ! let all heaven ring ! He 's God with us, we fee-l him ours, His fulness in our souls he pours, 'Tis almost done — 'tis almost o'er, We 're joining those who 're gone before. We then shall meet to part no more.

2 We're soldiers fighting for our God,

Lei trembling cowards fly ; We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fix'd,

With Christ to live and die : Let devils rage, and hell assail,

We'll force our passage through; Let foes unite, and friends desert.

We'll seize the crown, our due.

3 The little cloud increases still, •

The heavens are big with rain ; We haste to catch the teeming shower,

And all its moisture drain : A rill, a stream, a torrent flows ;

Oh pour the mighty flood ; And sweep the nations, shake the earth,

Till all proclaim thee God.

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4 When thou shalt make thy jewels up,

And set thy starry crown ; When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,

By thee proclaim'd thine own ; May we, a little band of love,

Be sinners saved by grace : From glory into glory changed,

Behold thee face to face.

HYMN 124. P. M.

1 X7"E jewels of my Master,

X Who shine with heavenly rays, Amidst the beams of glory.

Reflect immortal blaze. Ye diamonds of beauty,

With pleasing lustre crown'd, Of heavenly extraction,

To Zion's city bound.

2 Ye lambs of my Redeemer,

The purchase of his blood, Who feed among the lilies,

Beside the purple flood ; Go on, ye happy pilgrims,

Your journey still pursue. And at a humble distance

I'll sing and follow too.

, 3 When I beheld your order,

And harmony of soul ; And heard divinest numbers

In pure devotion roil, And gems immortal glowing

With such enlivening grace, ^

I view'd the Saviour's image

Imprest on every face.

4 Speak often to each other, To cheer the fainting mind, And often be your voices In pure devotion joined ; . Though trials may await you. The crown before you lies, Take courage, brother pilgrims. And soon you'll win the prize.

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5 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,

In that auspicious day, When I make up my jewels,

Releas'd from cumbrous clay. He'll polish and refine you

From worthless dross and tin, And to his heavenly kingdom

Will bid you enter in.

6 On that important morning,

When bursting thunders sound. And nimble lightnings waving.

Shall wing the gloom profound, Lift up your heads rejoicing,

And clap your joyful hands, Lo ! you're redeem'd for ever

From death's corrupted bands.

7 As Aaron, with his girdle.

In shining jewels drest, Bore all the tribes of Israel

Inscrib'd upon his breast. So will the priests of Zion,

Before the Father's throne, Present the heirs of glory,

And God their kindred own.

8 The golden bell shall echo

Around the sacred hill, And sweet immortal anthems.

The vocal regions fill ; In everlasting beauty

The shining millions stand, Safe on the rock of ages, ^i-^midst the promis'd land.

9 We'll range the wide dominion

Of our Redeemer round. And in dissolving raptures

Be lost in love profound : While all the flaming harpers

Begin the lasting song, With hallelujahs rolling

From the unnumber'd throng.

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HYMN 125. P. M.

1 npHE Lord 's into his garden come, X The spices yield a rich perfume,

The lilies grow and thrive ; Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine,

And makes the dead revive.

2 O that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound,

A fruitful soil become ; The desert blossoms as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes

And makes his people one.

3 The glorious time is coming on. The gracious work is now begun,

My soul a witness is ; I taste and see the pardon free For all mankind, as well as me

Who come to Christ may live.

4 The worst of sinners here may find A Saviour merciful and kind,

Who will them all receive; None are too vile who will repent. Out of one sinner legions went, The Lord did him relieve.

5 Come brethren dear, who know the Lord, And taste the sweetness of his word,

In Jesu's way go on : Our troubles and our trials here. Will only make us richer there,

When we arrive at home.

6 We feel that heaven is now begun. It issues from the sparkling throne.

From Jesu's throne on high: It comes in floods we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again.

And yet we still are dry.

7 But when we come to dwell above. And all surround the throne of love,

We'll drink a full supply.

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Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow, That never will run dry.

8 'Tis there we'll reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring,

When all the saints get home : Come on, come on, my brethren dear, Soon we shall meet together there,

For Jesus bids us come.

9 Amen, amen, my soul replies,

I'm bound to meet you in the skies,

And claim my mansions there : Now here's my heart, and here's my hand. To meet you in that heavenly land,

Where we shall part no more.

HYMN 126. P. M.

1 "fjSTHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shall come

f ¥ To call thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand ? Shall such a wretched worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die.

Be found at thy right hand ?

2 I love to meet among them now. Before thy gracious feet to bow,

Though vilest of them all ; But can I bear the piercing thought. What if my name should be cast out,

When thou shalt for them call!

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace. Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place

In this accepted day : Thy pard'ning voice O let me hear, , To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found. When the archangel's trump shall sound.

To see thy smiling face : The loudest of the crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding music rings,

With shouts of loudest praise.

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HYMN 127. P. M.

1 npHE sacred ties of friendship X Unite all loving Christians; In glory, in glory they shall live :

No time or place shall change them,

And death shall ne'er dissolve them. United, united are they that believe !

When Gabriel's trump is sounding,

And conquer'd death 's resigning,

The scatter'd dust uniting,

The soul and body joining.

All join the grand procession,

And glory realizing, Then happy, happy we shall be.

2 The bliss exquisite flowing,

The friends of Jesus shouting, (Such raptures, raptures flow from his word!)

The angels join in concert,

While Jesus stands inviting ; Come on, come on, ye blessed of the Lord ;

Behold the crowns of glory.

And saints and angels meeting,

And living streams of purest joy

For ever are increasing ;

In azure fields for ever range,

And view a smiling Jesus, Then happy, happy we shall be.

3 Then sinner 's now lamenting ;

He sees the grand procession Now marching, marching to the dazzling throne ; His frighted soul alarmed. He cries with looks amazed. Farewell, farewell, I am for ever gone I Behold a godly father. And there a godly mother. Who once did pray together : They drink the streams of pleasure, But I am lost for ever On waves of endless sorrow, Then torment, torment is for ever mine.

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HYMN 128. C. M.

1 TIT HAT poor despised company

vT Of travellers are these, That walk in yonder narrow way, Along the rugged maze ?

2 Ah, these are of d royal line,

All children of a King ; Heirs of immortal crowns divine, And lo ! for joy they sing.

3 Why then do they appear so mean,

And why so much despised ? Because of their rich robes unseen, The world is not apprised.

4 But some of them seem poor, distress'd.

And lacking daily bread ; Ah, they're of boundless wealth possess'd, With hidden manna fed.

5 But why keep they that narrow road, .

That rugged thorny maze ? Why that's the way their Leader trod,— They love and keep his ways.

6 Why do they shun the pleasing path,

That worldlings love so well ? Because that is the road to death, The open road to hell.

7 What ! is there then no other road

To Salem's happy ground ? Christ is the only way to God, No other can be found.

HYMN 129. P. M.

1 TTIROM whence doth this union arise, Jj That hatred is conquer'd by love ? It fastens our souls with such ties,

That distance and time can't remove: It cannot in Eden be found.

Nor yet in a paradise lost; It grows in Immanuel's ground,

And Jesus' dear blood it did cost.

2 My friends are so dear unto me,

Our souls so united in love ;

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Where Jesus is gone we shall be.

In yonder blest mansions above. Oh why so iinwillinEr to part,

Since there we shall soon meet again? Engraved on Immanuel's heart,

At a distance we cannot remain.

3 And when we shall see that bright day,

And join with the angels above ; Set free from our prison of clay,

United in Jesuss love : With Jesus we ever shall reign,

And all his bright glory shall see, And sing hallelujahs, amen ;

Amen ! even so let it be.

PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

HYMN 130. C. M.

1 QWEET to rejoice in lively hope, ^ That when my change shall come, Angels shall hover round my bed,

And watt my spirit nome.

2 There shall my disembodied soul,

View Jesus, and adore ; Be with his likeness satisfied, And grieve and sin no more.

3 Shall see him wear that ver^- flesh

On which my guilt was lain ;

His love intense, his merit fresh,

As though but newly slain.

4 Soon too my slumb'ring dust shall hear

The trumpet 's quick "ning sound ; And, by ray Saviour's power rebuilt, At his right hand be found.

5 These eyes shall see him in that day.

The God that died for me: And all my rising bones shall say, Lord, who is like to tliee.

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6 If such the views which grace unfolds,

Weak as it is below. What raptures must the church above In Jesu's presence know !

7 O may the unction of these truths

For ever with me stay ; Till, from her earthly cage dismiss'd, My spirit flies away.

HYMN 131. P. M.

1 "ORIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense, JD And all my passions capture. Eternal beauties round me shine.

Infusing warmest rapture. I dive in pleasures, deep and full

In swelling waves of glory, And feel my Saviour in my soul,

And groan to tell my story.

2 I feast on honey, milk and wine,

I drink perpetual sweetness ; Mount Zion's beauties round me shine.

While Christ unfolds his glory ! No mortal tongue can show my joys.

Nor can an angel tell them ; Ten thousand times surpassing all

Terrestrial worlds or emblems.

3 The bliss that rolls through those above, ,

Through those in glory seated. Which causes them loud songs to sing.

Ten thousand times repeated — Dart through my soul in radiant flame

Constraining loudest praises ; Overwhelming all my powers with joy,

While all within me blazes.

4 When earth and sea shall be no more.

And all their glory perish ; When sun and moon shall cease to shine

And stars at midnight languish, My joys refin'd shall higher shine

With heav'n's radiant glory. And tell through one eternal day,

Love's all immortal story.

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HYMN 132. P. M.

1 "DURST, ye emerald gates, and bring J3 To my raptur'd vision,

All the ecstatic joys that spring

Round the bright Elysian : Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, Break ye intervening skies ; Sons of righteousness arise, Ope the gates of paradise.

2 Floods of everlasting light,

Freely flash before him ; Myriads with supreme delight.

Instantly adore him ; Angel's trumps resound his fame. Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name ; Heaven echoing the theme.

3 Four and twenty elders rise

From their princely station ; Shout his glorious victories,

Sing his great salvation ; Cast their crowns before his throne, Cry in reverential tone, Glory be to God alone. Holy! Holy! Holy One!

4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies,

Seem, methinks, to seize us ; Join we too the holy lays,

Jesus— Jesus — Jesus ! Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung ; Jesus — Jesus flow along.

HYMN 133. P. M. I TJRETHREN, see my Jesus coming, JLJ Don't you see him in yonder cloud. With ten thousand angels round him?

See how they do my Jesus crowd, I'll arise and go and meet him ; He'll embrace me in his arms ; In the arms of my dear Jesus, O there is ten thousand charms.

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2 Death shall not destroy my comfort,

Christ shall guide me through the gloom» Down he'll send some heavenly convoy,

To escort my spirit home : Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me,

While my Saviour's by my side : Canaan, Canaan lies before me,

Rise and cross the swelling tide.

3 See the hajjpy spirits waiting.

On the bank beyond the stream, Sweet responses still repeating,

Jesus, Jesus is their theme : See, they whisper ! hark ! they call me,

Sister spirit come away ! Lo, I come ! earth can't contain me:

Hail ! ye realms of endless day.

4 Worlds of light and crowns of glory.

Far above yon azure sky, Though by faith I now explore ye,

I'll enjoy you soon on high : Soon I'll gain a full possession,

Faith and hope shall henceforth cease, Lost in love's exhaustless ocean.

Love, that sweetest, brightest grace.

5 Svviftly roll ye lingering hours,

Seraphs lend your glittering wings, Love absorbs my ransomed powers,

Heavenly sound around me rings: Worlds above are bright and glorious.

All beneath are dark and void ; Conquest gain'd, I'll shout victorious

In the praises of my God.

6 Smiling angels now surround me, ,

Troops resplendent fill the skies. Glory shining all around me.

While my towering spirit flies : Jesus clad in dazzling splendour,

Now methinks appears in view, Brethren could you see my Jesus,

You would serve and love him too.

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HYMN 134. P. M.

1 T> ISE my soul, and stretch thy wings, m\ Thy better portion trace,

Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place.

Sun, and moon, and stars decay. Time will soon the earth remove;

Rise my soul and haste away To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run

Nor stay in all their course ; Fires ascend and seek the sun,

Both speed them to their source. So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to see his glorious face, Upwards tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly my riches, fly my cares

While I that course explore ; Flatt'ring world with all your snares.

Solicit me no more : Pilgrims fix not here therir home,

Strangers tarry but a night : When the last dear morn shall come,

We'll rise to glorious light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

' Press onward to the prize, Soon the Saviour will return,

Triumphant through the skies. Yet a season and you'll know,

Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below,

And earth exchang'd for heaven.

HYMN 135. C. M.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, <lP O how I long for thee !

When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shalll see ?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,

Most glorious to behold ;

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Thy gates are richly set with pearly Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks.

My study long have been ; Such dazzling views by human sight Has never yet been seen.

4 If heaven be thus, O glorious Lord,

Why should I stay from thence ? What folly 's this that I siiould dread. To die and go from hence 7

5 Reach down, O Lord thy arm of grace.

And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up. And sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone,-

Him will I go and see ; And all my brethren here below, Will soon come after me.

7 My friends, I bid you all adieu,

I leave you in God's care ;

And if I never more see you.

Go on, I'll meet you there.

8 When we've been there ten thousand years-.

Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun.

HYMN 136. P. M.

1 rjnHE wond'rous love of Jesus,

X From doubts and fears it frees us. With pitying love he sees us, A toiling here below :

Through tribulation driven,

We'll force our way to heaven ;

Through consolation given, Rejoicing on we'll go.

2 Companions now distress'd, By Satan sore oppress'd, Ciieer up, you'll be relieved.

Your Captaia's gone before:

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In every trying hour, He'll save you by his power, And bring you safe to heaven, On that eternal shore.

3 O yonder is the glory,

It lies but just before you, And there we'll tell the story

Of all redeeming love : And there we shall for ever. Drink of that flowing river ; And ever, ever, ever,

Surround the throne of love.

4 There in the blooming garden Of Eden, gain'd by pardon. Upon the banks of Jordan,

We will worship the Lamb : We'll sing the song of Moses, While Jesus he composes A song that never closes,

Of praises to his name.

HYMN J 37. C. M.

1 QWEET rivers of redeeming love, . k5 Lie just before mine eye ;

Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd to those rivers fly ; I'd rise superior to my pain.

With joy outstrip the wind : I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main,

And leave the world behind;

2 While I'm imprisoned here below,

In anguish pain and smart, Oft times those troubles I forego,

When love surrounds my heart ; In darkest shadows of the night,

Faith mounts the upper sky, I then behold my heart's delight.

And would rejoice to die !

3 I view the monster death, and smile,

Now he has lost his sting; Though Satan rages ali the while, I stili in triumph sing ;

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I hold my Saviour in my arms,

And will not let him go ; I'm so delighted with his charms,

No other good I'll know.

4 A few more days, or years at most,

My troubles will be o'er, I hope to join the heav'nly host,

On Canaan's happy shore : My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast

In love's unbounded sea ; The glorious hope of endless rest,

Transporting is to me.

5 O come, my Saviour, come away.

And bear me through the sky, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay.

Make haste, and bring it iiigh : I long to see thy glorious face.

And in thine image shine ; To triumph in victorious grace.

And be for ever thine.

6 Then I will tune my harp of gold.

To ray eternal king ; Tlirough ages that can ne'er be told,

I'll make his praises ring ; All hail ! thou great eternal God I

Who died on Cavalry ; And sav'd me with thy precious blood.

From endless misery.

7 Ten thousand, thousand join in one,

To praise the Eternal Three : Prostrate before the blazing throne,

In deep humility : They rise and tune their harps of gold,

And string the immortal lyre ; . And ages that can ne'er be told,

Shall raise their praises higher.

HYMN 138. P. M. 1 rilHERE shall we reign with Jesus, on that A delightful shore,

And shout with the redeemed, our trials be. ing o'er ;

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The wicked cease from troubling, the weary are

at rest, And we shall reign with Jesus, eternal ages blest.

2 We shall be like the angels in that immortal

throng, And shouting bis salvation will be our lasting

song; They sing creating-goodness, and we redeeming

love. And this shall be our business, in the bright