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PREFACE.
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THE importance of sacred song, as a part of the worship of God, has

been recognized from the very beginning of the denomination in whose
behalf the present work is issued. Among their earliest publications was a
small collection of hymns, expressive of their faith, and breathing a spirit of
consecration and devotion to God and his work. This was revised and re-
published from time to time, till some four different editions had been issued,
accompanied by other smaller works.
But notwithstanding the good service done by these, it came to be gen-

more varied in its contents, and
erally felt that a larger work, of broader
scope —a work, in short, better suited to the present progress and develop-
ment of our cause — was demanded. Accordingly at the session of the
General Conference of October, 1884, a committee of five was appointed to
draw up a plan of action by which the new hymn book should be prepared.
The plan suggested by this committee was that a large committee of

twenty-five, located in different States, be appointed to gather material in
the form of hymns and tunes, for the book, taking care to secure those which
had been found to be useful, or had become favorites in any locality. The
work of this committee was to pass under the supervision of a central com-
mittee of seven, who should recommend definitely what selections should
be used.
This latter committee devoted considerable time to the work till the
Conference session of 1885, to which they reported accordingly. Their re-
port being approved, a committee of five was appointed to carry into effect
the plan proposed, and issue the book.
This committee was composed of Geo. I. Butler, Uriah Smith, J. H.
Waggoner, Henry, and Edwin Barnes, who took immediate steps

A. R.
to perform the duty assigned them. They employed F. E. Belden and
Edwin Barnes as musical editors of the work, the former devoting all his
PREFACE.
time while in the employ of the committee, and the latter a large portion
of his time, to the discharge of the duties to which they were appointed.
Their work has given eminent satisfaction to the committee, as we trust it
will to the Church at large.
The setting of the type, both of the music and the words, was allotted to
the "J. E. White Publishing Company;" the electrotyping, printing, and
binding, to the " S. D. Adventist Publishing Association." To the efficiency
of the work, in all departments, the appearance of these pages will bear
witness.
The plan book provides for one or more pieces of music for each
of the
page; and generally every hymn on the page can be sung to the tune which
there appears but as others may in some instances be preferred, two or three
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appropriate tunes are referred to by numbers at the head of each hymn and ;
whenever a hymn is set to a new tune, the first reference is always to an old
and familiar tune. All references are to the number of the hymn, not to
the page. Whenever a hymn is given that cannot be sung to the tune given
on the same page, the tune in which it can be sung, together with its
number, is given at the head of the hymn. Due attention to these facts will
enable all to avoid mistakes. A few favorite tunes which have become
inseparably connected with a number of hymns, are for this reason repeated.
The theology of the present day is still largely tinged, in some particulars,
with pagan and papal errors. To it has been necessary to
eliminate these,
change the phraseology of some hymns. This has been done only so far as
it has been conscientiously felt to be a necessity. Some hymns found to
have been unnecessarily changed from their originals have been changed
back. Other changes which have been so long used that but few know
them in any other form, have been for this reason suffered to remain. The
hymns will be found generally of a high order of literary merit, and strictly
in harmony with the teachings of the Scriptures.
A special effort has been made to gather up and preserve some old melo-
dieswhich were favorites in the great Advent movement of 1840-44, but
which have for some reason fallen into disuse. The older members of the
household of faith, at least, will be pleased to meet with these again, in this
book.
That all will be pleased with everything in this collection, would be, of
course, too much to expect but that all will find enough in it to make it a
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treasure to them, we confidently hope. It is printed on an all-linen paper,

and bound in a manner to make it substantial and durable. No pains nor
expense have been spared to make it first-class in every respect, a worthy —
representative of the cause to which it belongs.
For the use of those who do not care for the music, a book of words only,
containing all the hymns of the large book, and numbered in ex-
is issued,
actly the same manner, so that both books can be used simultaneously with-
out any confusion. But in order to promote congregational singing, and
uniformity in the rendering of the hymns, the committee recommend all to
procure the large book, and all to join in the singing. All the profits arising
from the sale of the book are to be appropriated to the missionary work.
Parties wishing to republish any of the pieces marked " copyrighted " or
"by permission," must obtain the privilege from those who own the copy-
rights.
We now commend this work to the charitable acceptance of that people

who are waiting for the coming and kingdom of Christ, humbly hoping
that it may prove a means of increasing their love to God and his worship,
and aid them in the preparation necessary to associate with the redeemed,
and join in singing the new song on Mount Zion.
COMMITTEE.
Battle Creek, Mich.,
Sept. 1, 1886.
CONTENTS.
WORSHIP. No.
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WAITING FOR CHRIST 787-874
Opening Hymns 1-18
Praise and Reverence op God 19-46 SECOND ADVENT 875-913
Attributes and Providence op God. 47-100
Adoration op Christ. 101-135
DEATH AND RESURRECTION 914-972
Holt Spirit 136-167 REWARD OF SAINTS 973-1010

Holt Scriptures 168-196
Law op God 197-211 THE CHURCH.
The Sabbath 212-255 Zeal and Union 1011-1031
Closing Htmns 256-283 Ministrt and Missions 1032-1070
Baptism 1071-1095
CHRIST.
Lord's Supper 1096-1125
First Advent 284-300
Dedication .1126-1139
Life and Character 301-313
Sufferings and Death 314-335 OLD MELODIES 1140-1190
Resurrection and Ascension 336-342
Mediation and Atonement 343-360 BIBLE SONGS.
Miscellaneous 1191-1239
THE SINNER. Missionart Songs 1240-1264
Christ the Wat op Life 361-387 Invitation 1265-1299
"Warning and Invitation 388-427 Scriptures, Law, Sabbath 1300-1317
Repentance and Acceptance 428-470 Judgment and Second Advent.. .1318-1345
Reward op Saints 1346-1367
THE CHRISTIAN. Funeral Occasions 1368-1377
Htmns por Social Worship 471-513 Temperance Songs .1378-1391
Meditation and Prater 514-537 Special Selections .1392-1413
Familt Devotion 538-568
Unfaithfulness Lamented 569-591 INDEXES. Paqk.
Warfare and Pilgrimage 592-623 Op Tones, Alphabetical 621, 622
Godlt Life 624-661
Op Bible Songs Department. .623
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Faith, Hope, 662-690
Op Tunes, Metrical 624, 625
Comfort and Encouragement 691-715
Trust and Resignation 716-745 Op First Lines op Stanzas 626-632
Guidance and Protection 746-786 Op First Lines op Htmns 633-640
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For all the blessings of the week, Our utmost thought so far exceeds,
As at thy throne of grace we bow We seek thy blessing from above,
And ask thee for a blessing now. A rich supply for all our needs.
3 bless us as we meet to-day, 2 On thee alone our hopes we rest,

While unto thee we sing and pray To theealone we lift our eyes
bless the word of truth we hear, Regard our prayer, though unexpressed,
And to each heart be very near. Accept our spirit's sacrifice.
4 'T is vain within these walls to kneel 3 'T isnot for present power or wealth,
Unless our need of thee we feel Or worldly fame, we look to thee
'T is vain to lift the voice in praise We ask thy gift of heavenly health,
Unless devotion tunes our lays. The gift of immortality.
5 Help us to worship thee aright 4 Fulfill in us thy faithful word,

Let self be banished from our sight, Through Him who died to make it sure
Unless thy Spirit prompts the view Our Mercy-seat, our Righteousness,
To search our motives through and through Who lives again to die no more.
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2 I long to rest in thine abode, How sweet to leave the world awhile,
My panting heart cries out for God And seek the presence of our Lord
My God, my King, why should I be Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,
So far from all my joys and thee ? And come according to thy word.
3 Blest are the souls that find a place 2 From busy scenes we now retreat,
Within the temple of thy grace ; That we may here converse with thee
There they behold thy gentle rays, Dear Lord, behold us at thy feet 1
And seek thy face and learn thy praise. Let this the gate of heaven be.
4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 3 Chief of ten thousand, now appear,
To find the way to Zion's gate That we by faith may see thy face
God is their strength and through the road ; speak, that we thy voice may hear
They lean upon their helper, God. And let thy presence fill this place.
Thomas Kelly.
5 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
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Till all shall meet in heaven at length ;
Thy presence, gracious God, afford
Till all before thy face appear,
Prepare us to receive thy word
And join in nobler worship there. Now let thy voice engage our ear,
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And faith be mixed with what we hear.
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1 Lord, grant thy blessing here to-day 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
give thy people joy and peace 1 And fix our hearts on things above
The tokens of thy love display, With food divine may we be fed,
And favor that shall never cease. And satisfied with living bread.
2 We seek the truth which Jesus brought 3 To each thy sacred word apply
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light we long to tread With sovereign power and energy,
May here his holy word be taught, And may we in thy faith and fear
And here its purest influence shed. Reduce to practice what we hear.
3 May and hope and love abound,

faith 4 Father, in us thy Son reveal
Our sins and errors be forgiven ;
Teach us to know and do thy will
And we, from day to day, be found Thy saving power and love display,
Children of God and heirs of heaven. And guide us to the realms of day.
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Great Shepherd of thy people, here 1 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints
Thy presence now display
Our humble strains attend,
We bow within thy house of prayer While with our praises and complaints,
give us hearts to pray !
Low at thy feet we bend.
The clouds which vail thee from our sight.
2 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
In pity, Lord, remove And fill thy dwellings here,
Dispose our minds to hear aright Till life, and love, and joy divine,
The message of thy love. A heaven on earth appear.
The feeling heart, the melting eye, 3 Show us some token of thy love,
The humble mind, bestow Our fainting hopes to raise
And shine upon us from above, And pour thy blessing from above,
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To make our graces grow. To aid our feeble praise.

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"Come, great Redeemer come, !
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And bring the bright, the glorious day,
To meet us with thy love ;
That calls thy children home."
Drive interposing clouds away, Anne Steele.
And make our guilt remove.
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2 What do we here without thy grace, 1 When, as returns this solemn day,
blessed Lamb of God ? Man comes to meet his God,
'T will be a dark and tiresome place What rites, what honors shall he pay ?
Unless we feel thy word. How spread his praise abroad ?
3 Come in with power to every soul, 2 From marble domes and gilded spires
thou immortal Dove ; Shall clouds of incense rise ?
Make every wounded spirit whole And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
With thy redeeming love. The costly sacrifice ?
4 We long to meet our God to-day, 3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord
And taste his grace divine Thy offerings well may spare
That every soul with joy may say, But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
"My Lord, my God, I'm thine." Thy God will hear thy prayer.
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Which here we come to prove And love him while ye fear,
Thy name is life, and health, and peace, Come, and with heart and hand record
And everlasting love. Your vow and covenant here.
3 Not in the name of pride 2 Here to his altar brought,
Or selfishness we meet Your holy vows renew,
From nature's paths we turn aside,
To be in heart, and deed, and thought.
And worldly thoughts forget. Faithful to him, and true.
4 We meet the grace to take 3 And true and faithful he
Which thou hast freely given ;
To you will ever prove,
We meet on earth for thy dear sake,
Though hills were swept into the seaf
That we may meet in heaven.
Charles Wesley. And mountains should remove.
12 688, 191, 403. 4 Then be his paths your choice,

1 With joy we lift our eyes The joy of young and old
To those bright realms above, As sheep that hear their shepherd's voice,
That glorious temple in the skies, And follow to the fold.
Where dwells eternal love. James Montgomery.
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2 Before thy throne we bow, 1 How charming is the place
O thou almighty King! Where my Redeemer, God,
Here we present the solemn vow, Unvails the beauty of his face,
And hymns of praise we sing. And sheds his love abroad
3 While in thy house we kneel 2 Not earth's fair palaces,
With trust and holy fear, To which the great resort,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, Are once to be compared with this,
And lend a gracious ear. Where Jesus holds his court.
4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 3 Give me, Lord, a place
Andtune our lips to sing Within thy blest abode,
Nor from thy presence cast away Among the children of thy grace,
The sacrifice we bring. The servants of my God.
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2 Lord, on thee our souls depend 1 Gracious Father lend thine ear,
In compassion now descend, Deign our humble songs to hear
Fill our hearts with thy^rich grace, Purer praise we hope to bring
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. When around thy throne we sing.
3 Send some message from thy word 2 While on earth ordained to stay,
That may joy and peace afford Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Let thy Spirit now impart Till we come to dwell with thee,
Full salvation to each heart, Till we all thy glory see.
4 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 3 Then, with angel-harps again,
Let the time of joy return We will wake a nobler strain
Those that are cast down lift up, There, in joyful songs of praise,
Make them strong in faith and hope. Our triumphant voices raise.
Anon.
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Thee a God supremely kind 18 240, 37, 839.
1 In thy house, while now we sing,
Heal the sick, the captive free
Tune our hearts, heavenly King
Let us all rejoice in thee.
William Hammond. Then our joyful souls shall bless
Thee, the Lord, our righteousness.
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1 Lord of hosts, how lovely, fair, 2 While to thee our prayers ascend,
E'en on earth thy temples are Let thine ear in love attend ;
Here thy waiting people see Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads
Much of heaven and much of thee. Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
2 From thy gracious presence flows 3 While we hear thy word with awe,
Bliss that softens all our woes, While we tremble at thy law,
While thy Spirit's holy fire Let thy gospel's wondrous love
Warms our hearts with pure desire. Every doubt and fear remove.
3 Here we supplicate thy throne 4 From thy house when we return,
Here thy pardoning grace is known Let our hearts within us burn,
Here we learn thy righteous ways, That at evening we may say,
Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. " We have walked with God to-day."
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2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 1 Nature, with all her powers, shall sing
Made us of clay, and formed us men Her great Creator and her King
And when like wandering sheep we strayed, Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,
He brought us to his fold again. Deny the tribute of their praise.
3 "We crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 2 Ye seraphs who sit near his throne,
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And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Tunehigh your harps, andspreadthe sound
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Throughout creation's utmost bound.
4 Wide as the world is thy command, 3 may our ardent zeal employ
Vast as eternity thy love Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, Let there be sung, with warmest joy,
When rolling years shall cease to move. Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
Isaac Waits.
4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
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Attempts in vain to reach thy name
1 Servants of God, in joyful lays
The highest notes that angels raise
Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise
Fall far below thy glorious praise.
His glorious name let all adore, Anon.
From age to age, forevermore.
Li& 212, 301, 804.
2 Who is like God ? so great, so high, 1 My God, my King, thy various praise
He bows himself to view the sky Shall the remnant of my days,
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And yet, with condescending grace, Thy love shall tune my thankful tongue
Looks down upon the human race. With humble prayer and grateful song.
3 He hears the uncomplaining moan 2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Of those who sit and weep alone Some thankful tribute to thine ear
He lifts the mourner from the dust And every setting sun shall see
In him the poor may safely trust. New works of duty done for thee.
4 then aloud, in joyful lays, 3 Let distant climes and nations raise
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's praise ;
The long succession of thy praise
His saving name let all adore, And every kindred make thy song
From age to age, forevermore. The joy and triumph of their tongue.
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1 Great God, attend while Zion sings

Eternal truth attends thy word
The joy that from thy presence springs
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
To spend one day with thee on earth
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
2 Might I enjoy the humblest place
In songs of praise divinely sing
Within thy house, God of grace
God's great salvation loud proclaim,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
And shout for joy his glorious name.
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
4 In every land begin the song,
3 God is our sun, he makes our day
To every land the strains belong
God is our shield, he guards our way
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
From all assaults of hell and sin,
And fill the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts. From foes without and foes within.
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1 THOU to whom, in ancient time, And crown that grace with glory, too
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, He gives us all things, and withholds
Whom kings adored in songs sublime, No needed good from upright souls.
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2 Not now on Zion's hight alone i Eternal God, celestial King,
Thy favored worshipers may dwell, Exalted be thy glorious name

Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing,
Sat weary by the patriarch's well. And saints on earth thy love proclaim.
3 From every place below the skies, 2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer I rest my hope on thee alone
The incense of the heart may rise — I '11 spread thy sacred truths abroad,
To all mankind thy love make known,
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, 3 With those who in thy grace abound,
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee, To thee I my thankful voice,
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Till every land, the earth around,
And childhood lisp with reverent air
Its nraises and its prayers to thee. Shall near, and in thy name rejoice.
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How bright thine armies shine !
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,

Where is the power that vies with thee,
Or truth compared with thine ?
And bound me with thy love.
3 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord,

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Your great Deliverer sing

And thy rich grace record
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
Ye pilgrims now for Zion bound,
If I forsake the Lord
Be joyful in your King. Isaac Watts.
4 Jesus, Lord of earth and heaven, 29 227, 646, 895.

Our life and joy, to thee Holy and reverend is the name
Be honor, thanks, and blessing given Of our eternal King
Through all eternity. Thrice holy Lord the angels cry !
Isaac Watts.
Thrice holy let us sing. !
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The deepest reverence of the mind,
1 What shall I render to my God Pay, my soul to God !
For all his kindness shown ? Lift with thy hands a holy heart
My feet shall visit thine abode, To his sublime abode.
My songs address thy throne.
With sacred awe pronounce his name
2 Among the saints who fill thy house Whom words nor thoughts can reach
My offering shall be paid ; -
A broken heart shall please him more
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My soul in anguish made.
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3 How much is mercy thy delight,
From all pollution free ;
Thou ever-blessed God The pure in heart are thy delight,
How dear thy servants in thy sight And they thy face shall see.
How precious is their blood !
Tillthen thy service shall be ours,

4 How happy all thy servants are !
Thy praise our constant theme
How great thy grace to me !
We'll worship thee with all our powers.
My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Whose mercy doth redeem.
Lord, I devote to thee. John Nieedkam.
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i Stand up, and bless the Lord, Come, like the people of his choice,
Ye people of his choice And own your gracious God.
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, Isaac Watts.
With heart, and soul, and voice.
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2 Though high above all praise, 1 Sing to the Lord, our Might,
Above all blessing high, With holy fervor sing
Who would not fear his holy name, Let hearts and instruments unite
And laud and magnify ? To praise our heavenly King.
3 for the living flame 2 As unto them of old,
From his own altar brought, Who roamed this wilderness,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire, Our God is still as near his fold,
And wing to heaven our thought To pity and to bless.
4 God is our strength and song, 3 Then let us open wide
And his salvation ours Our hearts for him to fill
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed And he who Israel then supplied,
With all our ransomed powers. Will help his Israel still.
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1 God of the morning ray,
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God of redeeming grace, On earth thy will be done,
Spirit all-blest From shore to shore.
Our own eternal Friend, Thy sovereign majesty
Thy guardian influence lend, May we in glory see,
From every snare defend And through eternity
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Let his ransomed flock rejoice, 1 All ye nations, praise the Lord,
Gathered out of every land All ye lands, your voices raise ;
As the people of his choice, Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Plucked from the destroyer's hand. Praise the Lord, forever praise
To the Lord their God they cry 2 For his truth and mercy stand,
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3 Grateful praise my tongue shall offer, 2 Father, source of all compassion,
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Of the One who died for me. Let his praise your tongues employ.
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2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken 1 Lord of heaven and earth and ocean,
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Laws which never shall be broken, While our hearts, with true devotion,
For their guidance he hath made. Own their great and gracious God.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious Now with joy we come before thee,
Never shall his promise fail Seek thy face, thy mercies sing
God hath made his saints victorious, Lord of life, of light and glory,
Sin and death shall not prevail. 0, accept the praise we bring!
4 Praise the God of our salvation Health, and every needful blessing,
Hosts on high his power proclaim Unto us are daily shown
Heaven and earth, and all creation, And with joy thy love confessing,
Laud and magnify his name. Now we bend before thy throne.
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Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.
3 God, how excellent thy grace, 2 Each evening shows thy tender love,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring Each rising morn thy plenteous grace
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Fly to the shadow of thy wing. Thy willing mercy flies apace.
4 In the provisions of thy house 3 To thy benign, indulgent care,

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Tumultuous passions all be still,
Thy never-ceasing glories shine.
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His ways are just, his counsels wise. 50 136, 64, 51.
2 In realms of cloudless light he dwells, 1 Eternal Power, whose high abode
Performs his work, the cause conceals Becomes the grandeur of a God,
And though his footsteps are unknown, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
Judgment and truth support his throne. Where stars revolve their little rounds
3 In heaven and earth and air and seas 2 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame,
He executes his firm decrees And worms have learned to lisp thy name
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4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, 3 God is in heaven, and men below;
With reverence bow before his seat, Be short our tunes, our words be few
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Trust in a wise and gracious God. And praise sits silent on our tongues.
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While every nation, every shore,
We ask no luster of our own.
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
5 Grant us thy truth to make us free,
3 There a stream whose gentle flow
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Supplies the city of our God, Till all thy living altars claim
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, One holy light, one heavenly flame !
And watering our divine abode. Oliver Wendell Holmes.
4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,

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1 Lord thou hast searched and seen me
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Thine eye commands with piercing view
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My rising and my resting hours,
5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
Secure against a threatening hour
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Are to my God known distinctly
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
Isaac Watts.
He knows the words I mean to speak
Ere from my opening lips they break.
tiU 68, 108, 171.
1 Lord of all being, throned afar, 3 Within thy circling power I stand ;
Thy glory flames from sun and star, On every side I find thy hand
Center and soul of every sphere, Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
Yet to each loving heart how near I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great

2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day
What large extent what lofty hight ! I
Star of our hope, thy softened light

My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Cheers the long watches of the night.
5 0, may these thoughts possess my breast
3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn, Nor let my weaker passions dare
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign, Consent to sin, for God is there
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine Isaac Watts.
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How vast thy love, how great thy Before the birth of ancient time,
grace? From everlasting thou art God.
The dictates of thy sovereign will A thousand ages, in their flight,
With joy our grateful hearts receive ; With thee are as a fleeting day
All thy delight in us fulfill Past, present, future, to thy sight
Lo, all we are, to thee we give. At once their various scenes display.
To thy sure love, thy tender care, But our brief life's a shadowy dream,
Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign A passing thought, that soon is o'er,
0, fixthy sacred presence there, That fades with morning's earliest beam,
And seal the abode forever thine !
And fills the musing mind no more.
Nicolans L. Zinzendorf.
To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
55 64, 592, 108. Each passing moment so to spend
1 God, how great thy glory is That we at length with thee may live,
Thy wondrous ways, who can know ? Where life and bliss shall never end.
hight immense what words suffice
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Thy countless attributes to show ? 57 307, 336, 104.
2 Greatness unspeakable is thine, God is our refuge and defense,
Greatness whose undiminished ray, In trouble our unfailing aid j

When short-lived worlds are lost, shall Secure in his omnipotence,
shine, What foe can make our souls afraid ?
When earth and heaven are fled away. Yea, though the earth's foundations rock,
3 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, And mountains down the gulf be
Essential unbounded sea,
life's hurled,
What and moves, lives by thy word
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His people smile amid the shock
It lives, and moves, and is, from thee. They look beyond this transient world.
4 High is thy power above all hight Built by the word of his command,
Whate'er thy will decrees, is done Ten thousand worlds on nothing rest
Thy wisdom, equal to thy might, All living things are in his hand,
Only to thee. God, is known ! And he who trusts his word is blest.
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3 How do thy mercies close me round
Thy ministers are living flame.
Forever be thy name adored 5 How shall polluted mortals dare

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4 I have no skill the snare to shun, And see but shadows of thy face.
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But thou art greater than my heart.
Who can approach consuming flame ?
None but thy wisdom knows thy might
5 I rest beneath thy kindly shade None but thy word can speak thy name.
My griefs expire, my troubles cease Isaac Watts,
Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed,
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Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.
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1 Holy as thou, Lord, is none
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Both heaven and earth, with all their 2 And when thy purity we share,
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2 Thy voice ordained the rolling spheres, Holy and pure is God alone.
And bade the countless planets shine ;

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Let all on earth bow down to thee,
thine.
And own thy peerless majesty.
3 Still restless nature dies and grows,
From change to change thy creatures 4 Thy power unequaled we confess,
run; Established on the rock of peace
Thy being no succession knows, The rock that never shall remove,
And all thy vast designs are one. The rock of pure, almighty love.
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Ten thousand suns around him shine. The Lord omnipotent is King
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Declare the glory of his name.
His nature and his works invite
4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, To make this duty our delight.
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And let his praise employ thy tongue And gathers nations to his name
Till listening worlds shall join the song.
Ttwmas Blacklock.
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
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The Judge of all the earth is just, 4 "Great is our Lord, and great his might,
Holy and true are all his ways And all his glories infinite
Let every creature speak his praise. He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.
3 He reigns ! ye saints, exalt your strains,
Your God isKing, your Father reigns 5 But saints are lovely in his sight
And he is at the Father's side, He views his children with delight
The man of love, the Crucified. He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.
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4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ; 3 On me thy providence has shone
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To cheer the soul he loves. Thy goodness and thy praise
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And the performing God.
75 70, 677, 120.
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Thy love our path surround. And raise the poor that fall.
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How ready to forgive !
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Thy mercies crown our fleeting days, Those gentle words should raise my song
And by thy love we live. To notes almost divine.
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3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Whatworthless worms are we !
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Are pages in that book, to show Or seek relief in prayer.
How God himself is found.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
The glorious sky, embracing all,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill
Is like the Maker's love,
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Wherewith encompassed, great and small,
My soul shall meet thy will.
In peace and order move.
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The dew of heaven is like thy grace,
The gathering storm shall see
It steals in silence down My steadfast heart shall know no fear
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By richest fruits is known. Helen M. Williams.
Thou who hast given me eyes to see, OU 70, 120, 204.
And love for what is fair, 1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Give me a heart to find out thee, Thy goodness we adore
And read thee everywhere. A spring whose blessings never fail,
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With better hopes be filled.
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Thy mercy o'er my fife has flowed With harvests wave the fields.
That mercy I adore.
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In each event of life, how clear
Are in the gospel seen
Thy ruling hand I see
There like the sun, thy mercies shine
Each blessing to my soul is dear,
Without a cloud between.
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Let every word and each desire The thought of such amazing bliss
And all my days be thine. Should constant joys create.
Anne Steele, Isaac Watts.
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1 O Lord, our heavenly King, 1 My soul, repeat His praise,
Thy name is all divine Whose mercies are so great
Thy glories round the earth are spread, Whose anger is so slow to rise,
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2 Lord, what is worthless man,
2 High as the heavens are raised
That thou shouldst love him so ?
Above the ground we tread,
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Our highest thoughts exceed.
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And wondrous are thy ways 3 The pity of the Lord,
In us let thy power frame To those that fear his name,
A monument of praise Is such as tender parents feel
Isaac Watt:. He knows our feeble frame.
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1 0, bless the Lord, my soul 2 Beneath his watchful eye

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And aid my tongue to bless his name, That hand which bears all nature up
Whose favors are divine. Shall guard his children well.
2 0, bless the Lord, my soul 1 3 Why should this anxious load

Nor let his mercies lie Press down your weary mind ?
Forgotten in unthankfulness, Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And without praises die. And sweet refreshment find.
3 'T is he forgives thy sins, 4 His goodness stands approved

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'T is he that heals thy sicknesses, I '11 drop my burden at his feet,
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And our love his gifts excite Can my soul be warmed to praise.
With his seraph train before him,
With his holy church below, Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Thus unite we to adore him, Wretched wanderer, far astray
Bid we thus our anthem flow. Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away
3 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Earth is with its fullness stored ; Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
Unto thee be glory given, And, the light of hope revealing,
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
Thus thy glorious name confessing,
Weadopt the angels' cry, Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Holy, holy, holy, blessing Vainly would my lips express
Thee, the Lord our God most high !
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Richard Mant.
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless
yt) 603, 499, 466. Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
1 Lord, with glowing heart I 'd praise thee Love's pure flame within me raise
For the bliss thy love bestows And, since words can never measure,
For the pardoning grace that saves me, Let my life show forth thy praise.
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Whose robe is the light whose canopy, ; denied,
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His chariots of wrath the deep thunder- provide."
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It breathes in the air, it shines in the has tried,
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4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, But when such suggestions our graces
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The promise assures us, " The Lord will The word of his grace shall comfort us
provide." through
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2 The birds, without barn or store-house, our
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2 Ashamed of Jesus sooner far !
To sinners weary and distressed

Let evening blush to own a star
The first of all his gifts bestowed,
He sheds the beams of light divine
And certain pledge of all the rest.
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
4 Since I can say this gift is mine,
3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
I'll tread the world beneath my feet,
Let midnight be ashamed of noon
'Twas midnight with my soul till he,
No more at poverty repine,
Nor envy the rich sinner's state.
Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.
5 The precious jewel I will keep,
4 Ashamed of Jesus that dear Friend !
And lodge it deep within my heart

On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
At home, abroad, awake, asleep,

No when I blush, be this my shame
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It never shall from thence depart.
That I no more revere his name. Anon.
5 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may lUO 108, 104, 47.
When I've no wash away
guilt to 1 thou, my soul, forget no more
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, The Friend who all thy sorrows bore ;
No fears to quell, no soul to save. Let every idol be forgot,

6 Till then, —nor my
boasting vain,
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But, my soul, forget him not.
Till then I boast a Saviour slain 2 Eternal truth and mercy shine
And 0, may this my glory be, In him, and he himself is thine ;
That Christ is not ashamed of me And canst thou, then, with sin beset,
Joseph Grigg. Such charms, such matchless charms,
forget ?
102 3, 704, 746,
1 Jesus, my love, my chief delight, 3 no till life itself depart,

!
For thee I long, for thee I pray, His name shall cheer and warm my heart;
Amid the shadows of the night, And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise,
Amid the business of the day. And join the chorus of the skies.
2 When shall I see thy smiling face, 4 Then through eternity I'll sing
That face which I have often seen ? The matchless love of Christ, my King;
Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness, And finding there no end of days,
Scatter the clouds that intervene. So shall I find no end of praise.
Krishna Pal.
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2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 1 When strangers stand and hear me tell
To cleanse from every sinful stain, What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
And make us kings and priests to God Where he is gone they fain would know,
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" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain "

That they may seek and love him too.
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3 To him who suffered on the tree, 2 may my spirit daily rise

-Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, On wings of faith above the skies,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be :
TillI shall make my last remove,
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" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !
To dwell forever with my love.
4 To him enthroned by filial right 3 In Paradise, within the gates,
All power in heaven and earth proclaim, A
higher entertainment waits,
Honor, and majesty, and might Fruits new and old laid up in store,
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain " !
There we shall hunger nevermore.
5 Long as we live, and when we die, Isaac Watts
And while in heaven with him we reign, 10 7 735, 272, 47,

This song our song of songs shall be 1 Nature with open volume stands
" " To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
Worthy the Lamb, for he was
slain !
James Montgomery. And every labor of his hands

ll)5 736, 707, 58. Shows something worthy of a God
1 What equal honors shall we bring 2 But in the grace that rescues man
To thee, Lord our God, the Lamb, His brighter form of glory shines
When all the notes that angels sing Here on the cross 't is fairest drawn
Are far inferior to thy name ? In precious blood and crimson lines.
2 Worthy is he that once was slain, 3 O, the sweet wonders of that cross,
The Prince of peace that groaned and Where Christ, the Saviour, loved and
died, died!
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign, The noblest life my spirit draws
At his almighty Father's side. From his dear wounds and bleeding side.
3 Blessings forever on the Lamb, 4 I would forever speak his name
Who bore the curse for wretched men ;
In tones to mortal ears unknown,
Let angels sound his sacred name, With angels join to praise the Lamb,
Let every creature say, Amen And worship at his Father's throne.
Isaac Watts. Isaac Watts.
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2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood ;
4 When all I am
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Thou savest those that on thee call And own, with deepest shame
freely
To them that seek thee, thou art good, When the Redeemer's love to me
To them that find thee, all in all. Kindles within a deathless flame.
3 "We taste thee,thou Living Bread, 5 Thus would I live till nature fail,
And long to feast upon thee still And all my former sins forsake
We drink of thee, the Fountain-head, Then rise to God
within the vail,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill And of eternal joys partake.
Andrew Reed.
4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast
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Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;
He justly claims a song from me,

5 Jesus, ever with us stay His loving kindness, how free
,
Make all
our moments calm and bright
Chase the dark night of sin away, 2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Shed o'er the world thy holy light Yet loved me, notwithstanding all
Bernard of Clairvaux.
He saved me from my lost estate
His loving-kindness, O how great ,
lOy 301, 336, 216.
1 that
I could forever dwell 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Delighted at my Saviour's feet, Though earth and hell my way oppose,
Behold the form I love so well, He safely leads my soul along
And all his tender words repeat I
His loving-kindness, 0, how strong!
2 The world shut out from all my soul, 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
And heaven brought in with all its
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
bliss, He near my soul has always stood
O, isthere aught, from pole to pole, His loving-kindness, 0, how good
One moment to compare with this ? 5 And when earth's rightful King shall
3 This is the hidden life I prize, come

A life of penitential love To take his ransomed people home,
When my follies I despise,
most sing upon that blissful shore
I'll
And raise my highest thoughts above His loving-kindness evermore.

Samuel Medley
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2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
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Be honor, majesty, and might,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all. And praise, and glory given.
5 Let all creation join in one
3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall To bless the sacred name
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And crown him Lord of all. And to adore the Lamb.
Isaac Watts.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
lid 438, 114, 227.
On this terrestrial ball,
1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name,
To him majesty ascribe,
all
And joy to make it known,
And crown him Lord of all.
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
5 that, with yonder sacred throng, And bow before his throne.
We at his feet may falll 2 Behold your Lord, your Master, crowned
We'll join the everlasting song,
With glories all divine,
And crown him Lord of all. And tell the wondering nations round
Edward Perronet.
How bright those glories shine.
\\U 27, 438, 264.
1 Come, us join our cheerful songs
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3 When in his earthly courts we view
With angels round the throne The glories of our King,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

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We long to love as angels do,
But all their joys are one.
And wish like them to sing.
2 Worthy the Lamb who died, they cry, 4 And we

long and wish in vain ?
shall
Lord, teach our songs to rise
To be exalted thus
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, Thy love can animate the strain,
For he was slain for us.
And bid it reach the skies.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive 5 Since thou art ours, most gracious Lord,
Honor and power divine Can hope and comfort die ?
And blessings more than we can We'll trust in thine almighty word,
give,
Be, Lord, forever thine. That built the earth and sky.
Anne Steele.
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2 My gracious Master and my God, 3 Sweet is thy speech with heavenly grace,
Assist me to proclaim, Thy form divinely fair
To spread through all the earth abroad, There's none of all the mortal race
The honors of thy name. Can e'er with thee compare.
3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, 4 My feet shall travel all the length
That bids our sorrows cease, Of the celestial road,

'Tis music in the sinner's ears, And march with courage, in thy strength.
'Tis life, and health, and peace. To my Father God.
see
4 He breaks the cruel power of sin, 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
He sets the prisoner free The victories of my King
His blood can make the foulest clean, My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
His blood avails for me. Shall thy salvation sing.

Isaac Watts.
5 He speaks, and listening to his voice,
lib 646, 201, 227.
New life the dead receive 1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
A grateful song I'll raise
The humble poor believe. the humblest of thy flock
0, let
6 Hearhim,yedeaf; praise him, ye dumb,— Attempt to speak thy praise.
Your loosened tongues employ 2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, To thine amazing love
And leap, ye lame, for joy. Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
Charles Wesley.
And nobler bliss above.
115 227, 646, 147.
1 My Saviour my almighty Friend,
!
3 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
When I begin thy praise, With sin and grief oppressed

Where will the growing numbers end, Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
The numbers of thy grace ? And lulls my cares to rest.
2 Thou art my everlasting trust

4 Lead on, dear Shepherd !
— led by thee
No I fear
evil shall
Thy goodness I adore Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And, since I knew thy graces first,
And praise thee better there.
I speak thy glories more. Ottiwell Heginbotham.
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2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, 4 Jesus, my
Shepherd, Guardian, Friend !
Nor can the memory find MyProphet, Priest, and King 1
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, For all the blessings thou dost send,
The Saviour of mankind. Accept the praise I bring.
3 hope of every contrite heart 5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

joy of all the meek ! And cold my warmest thought
To those who fall, how kind thou art But when I see thee as thou art,
How good to those who seek I'll praise thee as I ought.
4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
Nor tongue nor pen can show With every fleeting breath
The love of Jesus, what it is,— So shall the music of thy name
None but his loved ones know. Refresh my soul in death.
yohn Newton.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be lit/ 120, 147, 227.
In thee be all our glory now, 1 The Saviour what endless charms
!
And through eternity. Dwell in the blissful sound 1
Bernard of Clairvaux. Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet comfort round.
llO 27, 187, 114.
1How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 2 The mighty Former of the skies
In a believer's ear Stooped to our vile abode,
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And drives away his fear. And hailed the incarnate God.
3 the rich depths of love divine
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast Of bliss, a boundless store I
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,

'T is manna to the hungry soul,
I cannot wish for more.
And to the weary, rest.
4 On thee alone my hope relies,
3 Dear name the rock on which I build
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Beneath thy cross I fall
My shield and hiding-place
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice
My never-failing treasury, filled
My Saviour, and my All 1
With boundless stores of grace Anne Steele.

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Fairer is he than all the fair To whom he manifests his love,
That fill the heavenly train. And grants his name to know.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
He flew to my relief; With all its grace, is given
For me he bore the shameful cross, —
Their name an everlasting name,
And carried all my grief. Their joy —the joy of heaven.
4 To him I owe my life and breath, 5 To them the cross is life and health,
And all the joys I have Though shame and death to him ;
He makes me triumph over death, His people's hope, his people's wealth,
He saves me from the grave. Their everlasting theme.
TJwmas Kelly.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet \uu 648, 308, 395.
Shows me the glories of my God, 1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

And makes my joy complete. I love to hear of thee
6 Since from his bounty I receive

No music 's like thy charming name,
Such proofs of love divine,
Nor half so sweet can be.
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 2 let me ever hear thy voice

Lord, they should all be thine. In mercy to me speak
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In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice,
121 395, 446, 183. And thy salvation seek.
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3 My Jesus shall be still my theme
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A royaldiadem adorns
While all things else decay.
The mighty Victor's brow.
The highest place that heaven affords,
4 When I appear in yonder cloud,
With all thy favored throng,
Is his by sovereign right
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright ;
And Christ shall be my song.
John Cennick.
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1 Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Alone in Jesus to rejoice,
Of sin and wrath divine !
And worship at his feet;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, Come, take his praises on your tongues,
In which all-perfect heavenly dress And raise to him your thankful songs
My soul shall ever shine.
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Well, the delightful day will come, 3 Still onward urge your heavenly way,
When my dear Lord will take me home, Dependent on him day by day,
And I shall see his face His presence still entreat
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A blest eternity I'll spend, Your glory, strength, and righteousness
Triumphant in his grace. In him ye are complete
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Far as the eternal hills,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
There in the boundless world of light
In beauty glorified
Our great Redeemer dwells.
No angel in the sky Around him angels fair
Can fully bear that sight,
In countless armies shine
But downward bends his wondering eye And ever, in exalted lays,
At mysteries so great. They offer songs divine.
Crown him the Lord of peace " Hail, Prince of life " they cry, !
Whose hand a scepter sways " Whose unexampled love

From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Moved thee to quit these glorious realms
And all be prayer and praise And royalties above."
His reign shall know no end, And when he stooped to earth,
And round his pierced feet And suffered rude disdain,
Fair flowers of paradise extend, They cast their honors at his feet,
Their fragrance ever sweet. And waited in his train.
Crown him the Lord of years, They saw him on the cross,
The Potentate of time, While darkness vailed the skies
Creator of the rolling spheres, And when he burst the gates of death,
Ineffably sublime They saw the Conqueror rise.
All hail Kedeemer, hail!
! They thronged his chariot wheels,
For thou hast died for me And bore him to his throne
Thy praise shall never, never fail Then swept their golden harps and sung,
Throughout eternity. " That glorious work is done."
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Strike each melodious string, Ye saints, his love adore
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1 Sound, sound the truth abroad !
3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Bear ye the word of God Our Lord and God to bless
Through the wide world Praise ye his name.

Tell what our Lord has done, In him we will rejoice,
Tell how the day is won, And make a joyful noise,
And from his lofty throne Shouting with heart and voice,
Satan is hurled. Worthy the Lamb
2 Ye who, forsaking all 4 Soon shall we see his face,
At your loved Master's call, And in that heavenly place
Comforts resign We'll praise his name.
Soon will your work be done, To him our songs we'll bring,
Soon will the prize be won Hail him our gracious King,
Brighter than yonder sun And through the ages sing,
Then shall ye shine. Worthy the Lamb
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His the praise shall be. To our home above.
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Hallelujah! hallelujah! Sing his praises, sing his praises,
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Plant holy fear in every heart, Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
That we from God may ne'er depart. The thicker darkness of the mind.
3 Lead us to holiness, —the road 2 To my enlightened eyes display
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4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 3 Thine inward teachings make me know,
To be with him forever blest The wonders of redeeming love,
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Fullness of joy forever there! And excellence of things above.
Simon Browne.
4 While through these dubious paths I stray,
LOi 68, 140, 47.
Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad
1 Pour out thy Spirit from on high
Show me the dangers of the way,
Lord, thine assembled servants bless
And guide my feeble steps to God.
Graces and gifts to each supply, Benjamin Beddome.
And clothe us all with righteousness.
LOU 215, 171, 219.
2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, 1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind,
Firmness, with meekness from above, And fit me to approach my God
To bear thy people on our heart, Remove each vain, each worldly thought,
And love the souls whom thou dost love And lead me to thy blest abode.
3 To watch and pray, and never faint, 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul
By day and night strict guard to keep living spark of holy fire ? A
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, 0, kindle now the sacred flame
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. Make me to burn with pure desire.
4 Then, when our work is finished her#, 3 A brighter faith and hope impart,
In humble hope our charge resign And let me now my Saviour see
When the chief Shepherd shall appear, 0, soothe and cheer my burdened heart,
God may they and we be thine
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3 That which from age to age
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Proclaimed thy love, and taught thy In holy silence of the mind
ways? While every grace maintains its bloom,
Brightened Isaiah's vivid page, Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
And breathed in David's hallowed lays ?
3 Nor let these blessings be confined
4 Is not thy grace as mighty now
To me, but poured on all mankind,
As when Elijah felt its power? Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
When glory beamed from Moses' brow,
And blooming Eden bless our eyes.
Or Job endured the trying hour ? John Rifpon.
5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days 14d 736, 101, 3.
Renew thy work, thy grace restore 1 blessed Comforter, draw nigh 1
And while to thee our hearts we raise, Cheer and sustain my fainting heart
On us thy Holy Spirit pour. Without thee every hope would die,
Wm. H. Bathurst. And every cheering ray depart.
141 3, 64, 61.
2 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine
1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly guest,
With ardent wish my heart aspires,
And make thy mansion in my breast
Can it be less than power divine
Dispel my doubts, my fears control,
That animates these strong desires?
And heal the anguish of my soul.
2 Thou God of love and peace divine, 3 And when my cheerful hope can say
O make thy light within me shine I love my God and taste his grace,
Forgive my sins, my guilt remove, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray
And send the tokens of thy love. That brings this dawn of sacred peace?
3 Come with thy healing from above, 4 thy good Spirit in my heart
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turn to flesh the flinty stone, And light and heavenly peace impart,
And let thy sovereign power be known 1 Sweet earnest of the joys above.
Philip Doddridge. Anne Steele.
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Then shall we with fresh courage go Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell,
To reach eternal joys. Through Christ's atoning blood.
3 Awake our souls to joyful songs 5 God, through himself, we then shall know,
Let pure devotions rise If thou within us shine
Till praise employs our thankful tongues, And sound, with all thy saints below,
And doubt forever dies. The depths of love divine.
Thomas Cotterill.
4 Father, we would no longer live
14b 774, 777, 720.
At this poor, dying rate, 1 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer,
To thee our thankful love we give,
And make our hearts thy home
For thine to us is great.
Descend with all thy gracious power
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Come, Holy Spirit, come
With all thy quickening powers 2 Come as the light, to us reveal
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
Our sinfulness and woe,
And that shall kindle ours.
And lead us in those paths of life
Isaac Watts.
Where all the righteous go.
145 74, 120, 546.
1 Eternal Spirit, power of truth, 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts,
Our contrite hearts inspire Like sacrificial flame
Revive the flame of heavenly love, Let our whole soul an offering be
And feed the pure desire. To our Redeemer's name.
2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, 4 Come as the wind, with rushing sound,
With guilt and fear oppressed With Pentecostal grace
'Tis thine to bid the dying live, And make the great salvation known,
And give the weary rest. Wide as the human race.
3 Subdue the power of every sin, 5 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer,
Whate'er that sin may be And make our hearts thy home
That we, in singleness of heart, Descend with all thy gracious power
May worship only thee. Come, Holy Spirit, come !
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To teach, convince, subdue Let us thine influence prove
All-powerful as the wind he came, Source of the old prophetic fire,
And all as viewless, too. Fountain of life and love.
3 He comes sweet influence to impart, 2 Water with heavenly dew thy word,
A gracious, willing guest, In this appointed hour
While he can find one humble heart Attend it with thy presence, Lord,
Wherein to fix his rest. And bid it come with power.
4 And his that gentle voice we hear, 3 Open the hearts of them that hear,
Soft as the breath of even, To make the Saviour room
That checks each fault, calms every fear, Now let us find redemption near
And whispers thoughts of heaven. Let faith by hearing come.
Charles Wesley.
5 And every virtue we possess,
And every virtue won, 15U 70, 183, 204.
And every thought of holiness 1 Great Spirit, by whose mighty power

Is his, and his alone. All creatures live and move,
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14o 669, 117, 201.
Inspire our souls with love.
1 Spirit of life, and light, and love, 2 Hail, Source of light arise and shine !
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Quicken our souls, our guilt remove, Give peace and joy, for we are thine ;
That we in Christ may live. In us forever dwell.

2 To our benighted minds reveal 3 From death to life our spirits raise,
The glories of his grace, And full redemption bring
And bring us where no clouds conceal New tongues impart to speak the praise
The brightness of his face. Of Christ, our God and King.
3 His love within us shed abroad, 4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown
Life's ever-springing well To all the world beside
Till God in us, and we in Q-od,
Exulting then, we feel and own
In love eternal dwell. Our Saviour glorified.
Thomas Havteis. Thomas Haiveis.
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Then lead to Jesus' blood, Thy grace is unconfined
And to our wondering view reveal Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The mercies of our God. The darkness of the mind.
3 Eevive our drooping faith, 2 Now to our eyes display
Our doubts and fears remove, The truth thy words reveal
And kindle in our breasts the flame Cause us to run the heavenly way,
Of never-dying love. Delighting in thy will.
4 'T is thine to cleanse the heart, 3 Thy teachings make us know

To sanctify the soul, The mysteries of thy love,
To pour fresh life in every part, The vanity of things below,
And new-create the whole. The joy of things above.
Anon.
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Our minds from pondage free
154 89, 191, 236.
1 Blest Comforter divine,

Then shall we know, and praise, and love.
Let rays of heavenly love
The Father, Son, and thee.
Josej/h Hart. Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And point our souls above.
152 658, 11, 30.
God's own Spirit leads
1 'T is 2 Turn us with gentle voice
In paths before unknown From every sinful way,
The work to be performed is ours, And bid the mourning saint rejoice
The strength is all his own. Though earthly joys decay.
2 Supported hy his grace, 3 By thine inspiring breath
We still pursue our way, Make every cloud of care,
And hope at last to reach the prize, And e'en the gloomy vale of death,
Secure in endless day. A smile of glory wear.
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His is the power by which we act, Great Comforter, to us impart
His be the glory too. These blessings of thy grace.
James Montgomery. Lg/dia H. Sigourney.
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Rest, which the weary know, Hear us, we humbly pray
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, And where the gospel's day
Peace, when deep griefs overflow, Sheds not its glorious ray,
Cheer us, this hour. Let there be light 1
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Our inmost bosoms fill 3 Thou, who didst come to bring,
Dwell in each breast: On thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight,
We know no dawn but thine,
Send forth thy beams divine Health to the sick and blind,
Sight to the darkened mind,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make now, to all mankind,
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Our stubborn spirits bend, 1 Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit,
Our icy coldness end, Bless the sower and the seed
Our devious steps attend Let each heart thy grace inherit,
While heavenward bound. Baise the weak, the hungry feed ;
Robert II, King of France. From the gospel

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Move o'er the waters' face, Let us all, thy love possessing,
Bearing the lamp of grace, Joyfully the truth receive,
A v;d in earth's darkest place And forever
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Cleanse this guilty heart of mine Enter each devoted breast
Long has sin, without control, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Held dominion o'er my soul. Kindle there the gospel fire.
Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 2 God, the everlasting God,

Cheer this saddened heart of mine, Makes with mortals his abode
Bid my many woes depart, Whom the heavens cannot contain,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. He vouchsafes to dwell in man.
Holy Spirit, all divine, 3 Never will he thence depart,
Dwell within this heart of mine, Inmate of a humble heart
Cast down every idol-throne, Carrying on his work within,
Reign supreme, and reign alone. Striving till he cast out sin.
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Gracious Spirit, love divine, Life divine in us renew,
Let thy light within me shine, Thou the Gift and Giver too !
All my guilty fears remove, Charles Wesley.

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Speak thy pardoning grace to me, 1 Holt Spirit, truth divine,

Set the burdened sinner free, Dawn upon this soul of mine ;
Lead me to the Lamb of God, Word of God, and inward light,

Wash me in his precious blood. Wake my spirit, clear my sight.
Life and peace to me impart, 2 Holy Spirit, love divine,
Seal salvation on my heart, Glow within this heart of mine,
Breathe thyself into my breast Kindle every high desire,
Earnest of immortal rest. Perish self in thy pure fire.
Let me never from thee stray, 3 Holy Spirit, power divine
Keep me in the narrow way, Fill and nerve this will of mine
Fill my soul with joy divine, Be my law, and I shall be
Keep me, Lord, forever thine. Firmly bound, yet ever free.
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Lord, our foes would fain confound us Thy celestial aid possessing,
0, for us thy might employ Prisoned souls deliverance find
3 On thy word our souls are resting 2 Seal of truth, and bond of union,
Taught by thee, thy name we love Source of light, and flame of love,
Sweetest of all names is Jesus Symbol of divine communion,
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Of theroughness of the way
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May our hearts thy grace inherit
Shine amid the clouds of night
May our lips thy glories show.
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Breathe thy life and shed thy light
lOO 277, 41, 92.
2 Send us thine illumination 1 Loye divine, all love excelling,
Banish all our fears at length Joy of heaven, to earth come down !
Best upon this congregation, Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

Spirit of unfailing strength. All thy faithful mercies crown.
3 Let that love which knows no measure 2 Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Now in quickening showers descend, Pure, unbounded love thou art

Bringing us the richest treasure Visit us with thy salvation,
Man can wish or God can send. Enter every trembling heart.
4 Hear our earnest supplication 3 Breathe, breathe thy loving Spirit
Every struggling heart release Into every troubled breast
Best upon this congregation, Let us all thy grace inherit
Spirit of eternal peace. Let us find thy promised rest.
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3 Like the dew, thy peace distill 5 Search for us the depths of God
Guide, subdue our wayward will, Bear us up the starry road
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And answer when thy children pray. And all unite to praise thy name.
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In every clime, in every age,
That see the light or feel the sun.
Have saints thy holy comfort sought.
5 Great Sun of righteousness arise !
3 Thou art the the joy, the light,
life,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light
The hope of trusting thousands here,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Whose faith shall find eternal sight
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
Beyond this dreary mortal sphere.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view
4 No other rule by which to live, In souls renewed and sins forgiven
No other faith like thine to save :
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,

No other hope such peace can give
And make thy word my guide to heaven.
When near the cold and silent grave. Isaac Watts.
5 wondrous lamp of promise sweet 17 171, 58, 101.

Thy light illumes the trusting soul 1 Let everlasting glories crown
With glory that shall be complete Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ;
When days and years have ceased to roll. Thy hands have brought salvation down,
F. E. Belden.
And stored the blessings in thy word.
169 3, 101, 338.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ;
Some solid ground to rest upon
In every star thy wisdom shines
With deep distress the spirit breaks,
But when our eyes behold thy word,
Till we apply to Christ alone.
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The changing light,
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3 How well thy blessed truths agree
How wise and holy thy commands
And nights and days, thy power confess
Thy promises, how firm they be,
But the blest volume thou didst write,
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
How sure our hope and comfort stands
4 Should the forms that men devise
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3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Assault my faith with treach'rous art,
Round the whole earth, and never stand I'd call them vanity and lies,
So, when thy truth began its race,
. And bind the gospel to my heart.
It touched and lightened every land Isaac Watts.
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From thy instructive page I learn 'T is here his richest mercy shines,
The joys his presence will afford.
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
3 But while I 'm here, thou shalt supply
2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
His place, and tell me of his love
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts
I '11 read with faith's discerning eye, Its influence makes the sinner live
And thus partake of joys above. It bids the drooping saint revive.
4 Within thy sacred lids is found 3 Our rising passions it controls,

A transcript of my Maker's will And comfort yields to contrite souls ;
Treasures of knowledge here abound, It brings a better world in view,

The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.
And guides us all our journey through.
Benjamin Beddome.
5 Light of the world, thy beams impart,
To lead my feet through life's dark way I /4 168, S36, 61.
1 The starry firmament on high,

0, shine on this benighted heart,
Nor let me from thy guidance stray. And all the glories of the sky,
Thomas Kelly. Yet shine not to thy praise, Lord,
172 223,642, 692.
So brightly as thy written word.
1 ' T was by an order from the Lord 2 The hopes that holy word supplies,
The ancient prophets spoke his word Its truths divine and precepts wise,
His Spirit did their tongues inspire, In each a heavenly beam I see,
And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire And every beam conducts to thee.
2 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look 3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
On the dear volume of thy book; The moon her borrowed glory veil,
There my Redeemer's face I see, And deepest reverence hush on high
And read his name who died for me. The joyful chorus of the sky
3 Let the false raptures of the mind 4 But fixed for everlasting years,
Be and vanish in the wind
lost, Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Here I can fix my hope secure Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
This is thy word, and must endure. When heaven and earth have passed away
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1 How blest the children of the Lord,
Who, walking in his sight,
And life and everlasting joys
Make all the precepts of his word
Attend the blissful sound.
Their study and delight I
Jesus, thy word with friendly aid 2 That precious wealth shall be their dower.
Restores our wandering feet, Which cannot know decay
Converts the sorrows of the mind Which moth and rust shall ne'er devour.
To joys divinely sweet. Or spoiler take away.
may these heavenly pages be 3 For them that heavenly light shall spread
My ever dear delight Whose cheering rays illume
And still new beauties may I see, The darkest hours of life, and shed
And still increasing light. A halo round the tomb.
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 4 Their works of piety and love,
Be thou forever near Performed through Christ, their Lord,
Teach me to love thy sacred word, Forever registered above,
And view my Saviour here. Shall meet a sure reward.
Anne Steele. Harriet Auber.
17 770, 227, 147. 17 O 27, 74, 70.

1 How precious is the book divine 1 GrREATGod, with wonder and with praise.
By inspiration given On thy works I look
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To guide our souls to heaven. Shine brightest in thy book.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 2 Lord, make me understand thy law,
In this dark vale of tears, Show what my faults have been,
And life and light and joy imparts, And from thy gospel let me draw
To banish all our fears. Forgiveness for my sin.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 3 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Of life, shall guide our way, Here my best comfort lies,
Till we behold the clearer light Here my desires are satisfied,
Of an eternal day. And here my hopes arise.
yohn Fawceit. Isaac Watts.
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2 When God's own Spirit clears our view, 1 Let others boast of wealth or power,
How bright the doctrines shine And glory in their pride ;
Their holy fruits and sweetness show Thy word, O God, we value more
The author is divine. Than all the world beside.
3 How blest are we, with open face 2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy
To view thy glory, Lord, Are open to our sight,
And all thy image here to trace, The purest gold without alloy,
Reflected in thy word And gems divinely bright.
4 teach us, as we look, to grow 3 The counsels of redeeming grace
In holiness and love, These sacred leaves unfold,
That we may long to see and know And here the Saviour's lovely face
Thy glorious face above. Our raptured eyes behold.
Campbell's Collection,
4 Here light, descending from above,
loU 227, 201, 546,
Directs our doubtful feet
1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page, Here promises of heavenly love
Majestic like the sun
Our ardent wishes meet.
It gives a light to every age, Samuel Slennett
It gives, but borrows none.
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Spirit breathes 1 There is an ancient, blessed book,
And brings the truth to sight Sent down from age to age
Precepts and promises afford Admiring angels bend to look
A sanctifying light. Upon its hallowed page.
3 The hand that gave it, still supplies 2 Preserved by wondrous care and skill.
The gracious light and heat For our instruction given,
His truths upon the nations rise, It speaks of God, and shows his will
They rise, but never set. And points the way to heaven.
4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 3 O us seek for heavenly grace

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For such a bright display To hear and read aright
It makes a world of darkness shine Till we behold the Saviour's face,
With beams of heavenly day. And faith gives place to sight.
Wm. Cowper. Anon.
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1 Let all the heathen writers join
That guides me all the day To form one perfect book
And through the dangers of the night, Great God, if once compared with thine,
A lamp to lead my way. How mean their writings look
3 Thy precepts make me truly wise 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
I hate the sinner's road Could show one sin forgiven,
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, Nor lead a step beyond the grave
But love thy law, my God. But thine conducts to heaven.
4 Thy word is everlasting truth 3 Yet men would fain be just with God
How pure is every page By works their hands have wrought
That holy book shall guide my youth, But thy commands, exceeding broad,
And well support my age. Extend to every thought.
Isaac Watts.
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1 Light of the world, shine on our souls But perfect truth and righteousness
Thy grace to us afford Dwell only with the Lord.
And while we meet to learn thy truth, Anon.
Be thou our teacher, Lord. 186 175, 120, 669.
2 As once thou didst thy word expound i Hail, sacred truth whose piercing rays
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To those that walked with thee, Dispel the shades of night,

So teach us, Lord, to understand, Diffusing o'er a ruined world
And its blest fullness see The healing beams of light.
3 Its richness, sweetness, power, and depth, 2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid,
Its holiness discern Restores our wandering feet
Its joyful news of saving grace Converts the sorrows of the mind
By blest experience learn. To joys divinely sweet.
4 Thus may thy word be dearer still, 3 send thy light and truth abroad,
And studied more each day In all their radiant blaze ;
And as it richly dwells within, And bid the admiring world adore
Thyself in it display. The glories of thy grace.
Anon. John Buttress.
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souls, 1 What is the chaff, the word of man,
True manna from on high When set against the wheat ?
Our guide and chart, wherein we read Can it a dying soul sustain
Of realms beyond the sky. Like that immortal meat?
3 Pillar of fire through watches dark, 2 Thy word, God, with heavenly bread
And radiant cloudby day ; Thy children doth supply
When waves would whelm our tossing And those who by thy word are fed,
bark, Their souls shall never die.
Our anchor and our stay
3 'T is like a field where hidden lies
4 Word of the everlasting God The pearl of price unknown,
Will of his glorious Son, And he indeed is truly wise
Without thee how could earth be trod, Who makes this pearl his own.
Or heaven itself be won ? Isaac Watts.
5 Lord, grant us all aright to learn iyO 669, 117, 176.

The wisdom it imparts, 1 Almighty God, thy word is cast
And to its heavenly teaching turn Like seed upon the ground
With simple, childlike hearts. O let the dew of heaven descend,
Barton.
And shed its influence round.
lOO 669, 227, 396.
1 Jesus, thy word is my delight,
2 Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove
There grace and truth are seen
could I study day and night,
May it take root in every heart,
And meditate therein And grow in faith and love.
2 Lamb of God, the book unseal, 3 Let not this life's deceitful cares,
And to our hearts explain Nor worldly wealth and joy,

Let all its life and spirit feel, Nor scorching beam, nor stormy blast,
And heavenly wisdom gain. The rising plant destroy.

3 That thou for us didst live and die, 4 Where'er the word of life is sown,
Make known to us, dear Lord A large increase bestow,
To us the promises apply, That all who hear thy message, Lord,
Recorded in thy word. Its saving power may know.
William Hammond. John Caivood.
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1 Imposture shrinks from light,
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send thy Spirit from above,
But sacred truths the test invite,
To teach me, Lord, thy way. They bid us search and try.
3 Thy counsels all are plain, 2 may we still maintain
Thy precepts all are pure A meek, inquiring mind,
And long as heaven and earth remain,
Assured we shall not search in vain,
Thy truth shall still endure. But hidden treasures find.
4 0, may my soul with joy 3 With understanding blessed,
Trust in thy faithful word ; Created to be free,
Be it through life my glad employ, Our faith on man we dare not rest,
To keep thy precepts, Lord. We trust alone in thee.
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Mine to teach me what I am 0, what stores of wealth are here
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Mine art thou to guide my feet Water for the soul that's thirsting,
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit That it may not thirst again.
3 Mine to comfort in distress, 3 'T is a chart that never faileth,
If the Holy Spirit bless One which God to man has given ;
Mine to show by living faith, And though oft the storm assaileth,
Man can triumph over death j It will guide you safe to heaven.
4 Mine to tell of joys to come, 4 'T is a pearl of price exceeding
And the rebel sinner's doom All the gems in ocean found ;
O thou holy book divine And, its sacred precepts heeding,

Precious treasure, thou art mine So shall you in grace abound.
John Burton.
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Received the gift divine, Their Maker's skill, the skies
And that light she lifteth
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O'er all the earth to shine. And night to night replies.
It is the golden casket Their silent proclamation
Where gems of truth are stored, Throughout the earth is heard,
It is the heaven-drawn picture The record of creation,
Of Christ the living Word. The page of nature's word.
It floateth like a banner But there 's a radiance streaming
Before God's host unfurled, More bright than that of day,
It shineth like a beacon 'Tis God's own glory beaming
Above the stormy world In truth's celestial ray :
It is the chart and compass So pure, so soul restoring,

That o'er life's raging sea, It makes the simple wise
'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands, And, balm of comfort pouring,
Still guides, O Christ, to thee Each aching heart supplies.
0, make thy church, dear Saviour, Thy word is richer treasure

A lamp of burnished gold, Than lurks within the mine
To bear before the nations And daintiest fare less pleasure
Thy true light as of old Yields than this food divine.
0, teach thy wandering pilgrims How wise each kind monition
By this their path to trace, Led by thy counsels, Lord,
Till, clouds and darkness ended, How safe the saints' condition
They see thee face to face. How great is their reward !
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That truth may in our hearts abound.
3 Forgive the sacrilege, and take
From every soul the unholy stain, 2 We want the truth on every point,
And help us for thy Son's dear sake, We want it all to practice by
To keep thy perfect law again. Do thou, Lord, our eyes anoint
Anon. With a fresh unction from on high.
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3 Were not the ten commandments given
1 law of God ! blest and divine 1
By the great Source of light and truth.
Penned by the Everlasting Hand !
For all who tread the path to heaven
Long shall thy sacred precepts shine, From the dark wilderness of earth ?
Firm as the eternal hills shall stand.
4 Then, as we would our God obey,
2 God's covenant shall e'er abide, In letter and in spirit too,
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I'llpublish 'mong the sons of men Law ever holy, just, and good
That sacred law, though others scorn No other code with thee can vie,
To keep thy holy precepts ten. Unrivaled thou hast ever stood.
4 that an angel's tongue were mine ! 2 Let thy ten words my soul convert
Then would I magnify that word, From
every false and sinful way ;
Which, echoing from lips divine, Write thy pure precepts on my heart,
From Sinai's rugged mount was heard. That from thy truth I may not stray.
5 And when old earth shall be restored 3 Then in the glorious world' to come,
To Eden beauty, fair and bright, No more I'll need the chastening rod
And God himself shall dwell with men, For all who reach that blissful home
Still in that law shall I delight. Will be in harmony with God.
Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle. R. F. Cottrell.
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Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
And trust thy pardoning grace.
Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes,
Now I am thine, forever thine,
Let no corrupt design 0, save thy servant, Lord !
Nor covetous desires arise

Thou art my shield, my hiding-place,
Within this soul of mine.

My hope is in thy word.
Isaac Watts.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 2SjO 120, 70, 114.
And make my heart sincere 1 God's perfect law converts the soul,
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
Reclaims from false desires
But keep my conscience clear.
With sacred wisdom his sure word
5 Make me to walk in thy commands, The ignorant inspires.
'Tis a delightful road
2 The statutes of the Lord are just,
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands
And bring sincere delight
Offend against my God.
Isaac Watts.
His pure commands of living truth
Assist the feeblest sight.
2\J6 114, 395, 70.
1 Thou art my portion, my God! 3 His perfect worship here is fixed,

Soon as I know thy way, On sure foundations laid
I hasten to obey thy word, His equal laws are in the scales
And suffer no delay. Of truth and justice weighed
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 4 Of more esteem than golden mines,
And glory in my choice Or gold refined with skill
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Not all the riches of the earth More sweet than honey, or the drops
Could make me so rejoice. That from the comb distill.
3 The testimonies of thy grace 5 My trusty counselors they are,

I set before mine eyes And friendly warning give
Thence I derive my daily strength, Divine rewards attend on those
And there my comfort lies. Who by thy precepts live.
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I find how vile I am. And thy commandments pure.
3 My guilt appeared but small before, 2 Let these, God, my soul convert,
Till terribly I saw And make thy servant wise ;
How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Let these be gladness to my heart,
Was thy eternal law. The dayspring to mine eyes.
4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,— 3 So may the words my lips express,
My sins revived again The thoughts that throng my mind,
I had provoked a dreadful God, Lord, my strength and righteousness,
And all my hopes were slain. With thee acceptance find.
Anon.
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For some kind power to save, uS) ( 120, 201, 227.
To break the yoke of sin and death, 1 When confirmed his law to men
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Isaac Watts. He spake aloud his precepts ten,
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1 Blest are the undefiled in heart, 2 Within the tent's most holy place
Whose ways are right and clean j That sacred law was brought,
Who never from thy law depart, Nor can the hand of man efface
But fly from every sin. What great Jehovah wrought.
2 Blest are the men who keep thy word, 3 But God well knew perdition's, son
And practice thy commands Would ne'er his precepts love
With their whole heart they seek thee,Lord, He gave a duplicate alone,
And serve thee with their hands. And kept his own above.
3 Great is their peace who love thy law ;
4 There in the tabernacle true,
How firm their souls abide ! Pitched not by hands of men,
Nor can a bold temptation draw The sacred law is kept in view,
Their steadfast feet aside. The holy precepts ten.
Anon. R. F. Cottrell.
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Yields me a heavenly song. Of God's commandments stray 1
3 No treasures so enrich the mind, 2 How blest, who to his righteous laws
Nor shall thy word be sold, Have still obedient been,
For loads of silver well-refined, And have with fervent, humble zeal
Nor heaps of choicest gold. His favor sought to win !
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3 How sweetly now they glide along i 6 That law shall still be our delight,
How hallowed is the calm they yield ! The holy Sabbath is a part,
Transporting is their rapturous song, And when we gain that world so bright,,
And heavenly visions seem revealed. All flesh shall keep it with one heart.
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1 Delightful day, best gift of heaven, 2 0, solemn thought Lord, give me power,, !
By man in Eden first possessed Wisely to fill up every hour

Jehovah's rest-day, kindly given for the wings of faith and love
That all his creatures might be blessed. To bear my longing heart above 1
2 Memorial of creation's King, 3 Jesus, assist, nor let me fail

Wewelcome now thy glad return To worship thee within the vail,
And while his praise we join to sing, To glorify thy matchless grace,
Our hearts with love and rapture burn. To see the beauties of thy face.
3 We bless thy name, almighty Lord, 4 Be with me in thy house to-day,
We love the keepsake thou hast given And tune my heart to praise and pray
Our voices raise with one accord Command thy word to fall like dew,
In honor of the King of heaven. Refreshing, quickening all anew.
4 All praise to Jesus, by whose blood 5 Call forth my thoughts, and let them rove
We are redeemed from sin and death O'er the green pastures of thy love
Give glory to the Son of God, let not sin prevent my rest,
Praise him all creatures that have breath Nor keep me from my Saviour's breast..
Anon.
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2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 1 We've entered now on holy time,
So sweet a rest to weary minds God's blessed rest-day all divine
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On this day more than all the seven Now let earth's cares aside be cast.
3 that our thoughts and thanks may rise 2 let us help repair the breach,
As grateful incense to the skies, And all of God's commandments teach,
And draw from Christ that sweet repose Calling his rest-day our delight,
Which none but he who feels it knows. Thus walking blameless in his sight,
4 This heavenly calm within the breast 3 This holy rest to us is given,
Is the best pledge of glorious rest, To our minds from earth to heaven
call
Which for the church of God remains, That we may not forget the Lord,
The end of cares, the end of pains. And trample down his holy word.
Samuel Stennett.
4. The faith of Jesus, too, we need
2l0 68, 47, 212.
For thus the flying angel said
1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires Commands of God and Jesus' faith
To hold communion with his God, Will shield us in the day of wrath.
To send to heaven his warm desires, Anon.
And listen to the sacred word.
diLO 223, 101, 68.
2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign 1 Thus far we're spared again to meet
Their empire o'er his anxious breast Before Jehovah's mercy-seat
While all around, the calm divine To seek his face, to sing and pray,
Proclaims the holy day of rest. And hail another Sabbath-day.
3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, 2 Now met to praise his holy name,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear, Whose mercies flow each day the same,
To hush the penitential sigh, Whose kind compassions never cease,
And wipe away the mourner's tear. We seek instruction, pardon, peace.
4 Blest hour ! for, where the Lord resorts, 3 Let every tongue its silence break,
Foretastes of future bliss are given Let every one his goodness speak,
And mortals find his earthly courts Who deigns his glory to display
The house of God, the gate of heaven. On each returning Sabbath-day.
Thomas Raffles. Anon.
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0, may my heart in tune be found, Who love the precepts of his word,
Like David's harp of solemn sound !
And tread the narrow path of right.
My heart triumph in the Lord
shall 2 This holy day Jehovah blessed
And works and bless his word
bless his ; Ere sorrow, pain, or death were born,
Thy works of grace how bright they shine And sanctified for man his rest
How deep thy counsels, how divine !
In glad creation's sinless morn.
When grace has purified my heart, 3 It speaks of him whose wondrous might
Then I shall share a glorious part The heavens and earth from nothing
And fresh supplies of joy be shed, made;
Like holy oil to cheer my head. Who formed the glorious orbs of light,
Then shall I see and hear and know And the deep sea's foundations laid.
All I desired or wished below, 4 Its sacred hours,ye saints of God,

And every hour find sweet employ Remember with respect and love
In that eternal world of joy. And through obedience to his word
Isaac Watts.
Your love for your Creator prove.
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1 This is the day of sacred rest, The treasures of the new earth bright,
Which God hath sanctified and blessed, God's holy Sabbath still shall be
When throned in majesty he stood, A
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2 The heavenly host their harps employ, 1 The day of rest once more comes round,
The sons of God gave shouts of joy Aday to all believers dear ;
Through heaven and earth his praises rang, The silver trumpets seem to sound,
The morning stars together sang. That call the tribes of Israel near.
3 Come, then, ye weary souls oppressed 2 Oh, hasten, Lord, the day when those
Come and enjoy this holy rest Who know thee here shall see thy face
Let humble songs like incense rise, When suffering shall forever close,
• And prayer and praise ascend the skies. And they shall reach their destined place.
Dr. H. Clarke. Thomas Kelly.
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2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
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But there 's a nobler rest above
That his rich presence may impart
To that our laboring souls aspire
Such peace as thou alone canst give.
With ardent hope and strong desire. T. R. Williamson.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress, J1Z0 1, 219, 343.
No sin nor death can reach that place 1 This day the Lord has called his own
No tears shall mingle with the songs 0, let us, then, his praise declare
That warble from immortal tongues. Fix our desires on him alone,
And seek his face with fervent prayer.
4 No rude alarm of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose, 2 Lord, in thy love we "would rejoice,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Which bids the burdened soul be free
But sacred, high, eternal noon. And with united heart and voice,
Devote these sacred hours to thee.
5 long-expected day, begin
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin
3 Now let the world's delusive things
Fain would I leave this weary road,
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But faith be taught to stretch her wings
And go to meet my blessed Lord.
Philip Doddridge. In search of heaven's unfading joy.
JLiAc 103, 336, 171. 4 0, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
1 Lord, on Sabbath-day of rest
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We lift to thee our earnest praise, The purest comfort here afford,
Obedient to the high behest And fit us for eternal rest.
William H. Bathtirst.
Which thou didst give to guide our ways.
2 We thank thee for the holy light 226 108, 171, 212.
That from thy law shines full and clear,

1 I love thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
For they are days of holy rest
Directing our weak steps aright
Through earth's low path of doubt and
And thou hast passed thy changeless word,
That they shall be forever blest.
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I love thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
3 For Jesus, too, whom thou didst send
That congregate thy people here,
To teach the way of grace and truth,
To join their hearts in sweet accord,
We bow before thy throne, and blend And fit them for a higher sphere.
The thanks of age, the love of youth. Anon,
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And pour the choral song.
We need thy Spirit's aid.
3 Spirit of grace, O deign to dwell 0, give us wisdom from above
Within thy church below
To worship thee aright,
Make her in holiness excel, Till we shall meet Him whom we love,
With pure devotion glow. And faith is lost in sight.

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4 Let peace within her walls be found ZZu 120,117, 183.
Let all her sons unite 1 Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
To spread with grateful zeal around, On this sweet day of rest
Her clear and shining light. bless this flock, and make this fold
5 Then hail ! thou sacred, blessed day, Enjoy a heavenly rest.
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When hearts unite their vows to pay Are these sweet days of love,
Of gratitude to heaven. But what a Sabbath shall I keep
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To thee our homage pay. I wait to see thy face.
2 This day, which thou for us hast blessed, 4 These are the sweet and precious days
And set apart as thine, On which my Lord I've seen
This day, when God himself did rest, And oft, when feasting on his word,
Hath honors all divine. In raptures I have been.
3 Lord, we would turn away our feet 5 0, if my soul, when Christ appears,
From this thy holy day, In this sweetframe be found,
And call its rest and worship sweet, I'll clasp my Saviour in my arms,
Not doing our own way. And leave this earthly ground 1
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1 How bright a day was that which saw
Our sins may be forgiven Creation'swork complete
With filial confidence to say, All nature owned her Maker's law,
" Father, who art in heaven !
And worshiped at his feet.
3 How sweet the words of peace to hear 2 The world, arranged by power divine,
From him to whom 't is given In perfect order stood
To wake the penitential tear, And, resting from his great design,
And lead the way to heaven God saw that all was good.
4 And if to make our sins depart, 3 Not such a Sabbath now appears,
In vain the has striven,
will For sin has ruined all
He who regards the inmost heart No longer man with pleasure hears
Will send his grace from heaven. A gracious Father's call.
Mrs. Follen.
4 Yet, Lord, bring back the reign of peace)
231 227, 120, 80.
Let brighter days begin
1 When the worn spirit wants repose,
And teach vain creatures how to cease
And sighs her God to seek,
From folly and from sin.
How sweet to hail the hours that close
The labors of the week 5 Let sinners be again made thine,
Though once with vengance cursed
2 How sweet to hail the Sabbath-day,
And let the holy Sabbath shine,
The day of holy rest
As glorious as at first.
From earth's wild cares to soar away Anon.
To regions pure and blest.
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3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; 1 Come, thou beloved Redeemer, come,
Yet, while they gently roll, Thy waiting church to bless
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, Shine forth upon this Sabbath-day,
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sabbath o'er my soul. Thou Sun of righteousness.
4 Soon will my pilgrimage be done, 2 Thou art our Maker, thou our God,
The week be o'er,
world's long And thy great name we own
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, All praise and honor and renown
That day which fades no more. We yield to thee alone.
James Edmeston Anon.
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Hearts attuned to sweet accord, Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days,
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And let thy truth within us live. Anon.
2 Though we are guilty, thou art good 2i\yJ 47, 64.

Cleanse us from sin through Jesus' blood 1 Thy presence, ever-living God,
Give every fettered soul release, Wide through all nature spreads abroad
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1 Ere to the world again we go,
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Thy grace, once more, God, we crave,
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From folly and from sin to save.
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Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep, Give us to meet around thy throne.
And all our souls from error keep. Anon.
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Establish every heart And calls me back to care,
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2 Peace to our brethren give, 3 With thee, when day is done,
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Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Every voice and every heart
Let thy mercy and thy care Join, and to our Father raise
All our souls in safety keep. One last hymn of grateful praise.
2 Though we here should meet no more,
3 In thy strength may we be strong
Yet there is a brighter shore
Sweeten every cross and pain,
There released from toil and pain,
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Saints with joy shall meet again.
Till we meet on earth again. Henry K. White.
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Joyful songs to thee shall rise, 1 Thou, from whom we never part,
And our souls shall praise the Lord, Thou, whose love is everywhere,
Who regards our humble cries. Thou, who seest every heart,
John Newton. Listen to our closing prayer.
2iiO 15, 407, 531. 2 Father, fill our hearts with love,
1 For the mercies of the day, Love unfailing, full and free
For this rest upon our way, Love that no alarm can move,
Thanks to thee alone be given, Love that ever rests on thee.
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If 't is sweet with them to raise
By thy grace alone we live.
Songs of holy joy and praise,
3 While this thorny path we tread, 0, how sweet that state must be,
May thy love our footsteps lead Where they meet eternally
When our journey here is past, Saviour, may these meetings prove
May we rest with thee at last. Preparations from above
4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove As we leave this sacred place,
Foretastes of our joys above May we go from grace to grace,
While their steps thy children bend Tillwe each, in his degree,
To the rest that knows no end. Fit for endless glory be.
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Thine to live, or thine to die. From alldanger thou canst rescue,
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1 Praise the God of all creation,
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Undivided adoration we go
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Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, In distant hallelujahs stole,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.
Like music o'er the raptured soul.
4 Thou comest in the darksome night,
3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
To make us children of the light The glorious hosts of Zion came
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5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Redeemer, Brother, Friend
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Of angels, praising God on high, Thy praise shall never end.
Who thus addressed their song Samuel Medley.
6 " All glory be to God on high, 2tv0 111, 114, 147.

And to the earth be peace 1 To us a Child of hope is born
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men, To us a Son is given
Begin and never cease." Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Tate and Brady. Him all the hosts of heaven.
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2 His name shall be the Prince of peace,
1 Mortals, awake, with angels join,
Forevermore adored,
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Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
The great and mighty Lord
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2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
His reign no end shall know
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2 Shepherds in the field abiding,
1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Watching o'er your flocks by night,
Sweetly warbling in the skies ? God with man is now residing,
All the heavenly host rejoices, Yonder shines the infant light.
Loudest hallelujahs rise. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations,

2 Listen to the wondrous story, Brighter visions beam afar
Which they chant in hymns of joy, Seek the great Desire of nations
" Glory in the highest, glory Ye have seen his natal star.
Glory be to God most high
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3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Watching long in hope and fear,
Reaching far as man is found Suddenly the Lord, descending,
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; In his temple shall appear.
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
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What zeal to do thy Father's will Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee
Such zeal, and truth, and love divine, Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
I would transcribe, and make them mine. And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 6 wondrous Lord, my soul would be
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer Stillmore and more conformed to thee,
The desert thy temptations knew, And learn of thee, the lowly One,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too. And like thee, all my journey run.
A. Cleveland Coxe.
4 Be thou my pattern make me
bear;
More of thy gracious image here DUD 64, 642, 23.
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 1 When, like a stranger on our sphere,
Among the followers of the Lamb. The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Isaac Watts. Where'er he went, affliction fled,
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1 How beauteous were the marks divine 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
That in thy meekness used to shine, —
Beheld his face for God is light
That lit thy path, Son of God ! The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
The lonely path thy feet have trod. His precepts heard, his praises sung.
2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so mild, 3 With bounding steps the halt and lame.
So patient, pure, and undefiled ? To hail their great Deliverer came
Oh, who like thee did ever go O'er the cold grave he bowed his head,
So sinless through a world of woe ? He spake the word, and raised the dead.
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore 4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? In his inspiring presence smiled ;
So meek, so lowly, yet so high, The storm of horror ceased to roll,

So glorious in humility? And reason lighted up the soul.
4 A by thee was led
suffering life 5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Thou hadst not where to lay thy head Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread ;
And since, Lord, 't was all for me, To all with willing hands dispense
Shall I not gladly follow thee ? The gifts of our benevolence.
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Of glory that the church shall share,
Still let me turn to Calvary,
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Nor heed my grief, remembering thine. Where brighter than the sun he glows
0, let me think how thou didst leave
2 From age to age the tale declare,
Thy heavenly home of pure delights, How with the three disciples there,
To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, Where Moses and Elias meet,
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All this thou didst, then died for me
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Who live below in perfect love.
Josiah Conder. 4 And faithful hearts are raised on high

*)\JU 216, 136, 614. By this great vision's mystery
1 When the blind suppliant in the way, For which in joyful strains we raise
By friendly hands to Jesus led, The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.
Prayed to behold the light of day, _ Sarum Breviary.
" Receive thy sight," the Saviour said. OU I 171, 104, 343.
1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound

2 At once he saw the pleasant rays
That lit the glorious firmament
From of gentleness and grace,
lips
And, with firm step and words of praise,

When listening thousands gathered round,
He followed where the Master went. And joy and gladness filled the place !
3 Look down in pity, Lord, we pray, 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke.
On eyes oppressed by moral night, To heaven he led his followers' way
And touch the darkened lids, and say Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
The gracious words, "Receive thy sight." Unvailing an immortal day.
4 Then, in clear daylight, shall we see 3 He points us to his Father's home,

Where walked the sinless Son of God " Come, all ye weary ones, and rest ;
And, aided by new strength from thee, Yes, sacred Teacher, we

come, will
Press onward in the path he trod. Obey thee, love thee, and be blest
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Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Beheld his vesture glow with light,
Escaped thy silent tongue. His face shine wondrous fair.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 2 And lo with the transfigured Lord,
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Thy friends unfaithful prove Leader and seer they saw

Unwearied in forgiveness still, With Carmel's hoary prophet stood
Thy heart could only love. The giver of the law.
4 0, give us hearts to love like thee 3 From the low-bending cloud above,
Like thee, Lord, to grieve Whence radiant brightness shone,
Far more for others' sins, than all Spake out the Father's voice of love,
The wrongs that we receive. " Hear my beloved Son " !
Sir Edward Denny.
Out/ 646, 201, 117.

4 Lord, lead us to the mountain hight
1 Behold, where, in a mortal form, To prayer's transfiguring glow
Appears each grace divine And clothe us with the Spirit's might,
The virtues, all in Jesus met, For grander work below.

David H. Ela.
With mildest radiance shine.
Oil 720, 227, 204.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
To give the mourner joy, The blessed Saviour passed
To preach glad tidings to the poor, A mourner all his life was he,
Was his divine employ. A dying Lamb at last.
3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, 2 That tender heart that felt for all,
He meek and patient stood For all its life-blood gave

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life, It found on earth no resting-place,
Who labored for their good. Save only in the grave.
4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, 3 Such was our Lord and shall we fear
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His image may we bear The cross, with all its scorn ?
0, may we tread his holy steps Or love a faithless, evil world,
Till we his glory share That wreathed his brow with thorn ?
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That life to us was death to thee. Christ for a guilty world hath died.
4 'T is finished the joyful sound
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3 The vail is rent in him alone ;
Be heard through all the nations round
The living way to heaven is seen
'T is finished let the triumph rise,
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The middle wall is broken down,

And swell the chorus of the skies !
Samuel Stennett. And all mankind may enter in.

dl7 428, 64, 471. 4 The types and figures are fulfilled
1 He the Friend of sinners dies
dies !
Exacted is the legal pain
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around The precious promises are sealed
A solemn darkness veils the skies. The spotless Lamb of God is slain.
A sudden trembling shakes the ground. Charles Wesley^
2 Come, saints, and shed your tears anew OlV 361, 314, 428.
For him who groaned beneath your 1 Lord Jesus, when we stand afar,
load; And gaze upon thy holy cross,
He shed his precious blood for you, In love of thee and scorn of self,,
Then freely be your tears bestowed. 0, may we count the world as loss.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree 2 When we behold thy bleeding wounds,
The Lord of glory dies for men ! And the rough way that thou hast trod,
But lo. what sudden joys we see ! Make us to hate the load of sin
Jesus the dead revives again That lay so heavy on our God.
4 He wondrous King,
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Born to redeem, and strong to save With outstretched arms, in mortal woe,
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And where 's thy victory, boasting grave? The sinful world that lies below
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And say, was ever grief like his ?
Sinners, he prays for you and me
Come, feel with me his blood applied,
My Lord, my Love, is crucified
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3 Is crucified for me and you, Jesus, descended from above,

To bring us rebels back to God Our loss of Eden to retrieve
Believe, believe the record true, Great God of universal love,
Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood If all the world through thee may live,
Pardon for all flows from his side, In us a quickening spirit be,
My Lord, my Love, is crucified. And witness thou hast died for me.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 0, let thy love my heart constrain,
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And give up all our hearts to him May taste the grace that rescued me,
Of nothing think or speak beside, That all mankind his love may prove
My Lord, my Love, is crucified. That sovereign, everlasting love.
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And look, and be forgiven !
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That place is Calvary.
Behold the Saviour of mankind
2 0, what a scene was there displayed,
Nailed to the shameful tree
How vast the love that him inclined Of love and agony,
To die for you and me I
When our Redeemer bowed his head,
And died on Calvary !
2 Hark how he groans, while nature shakes, 3 When

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And earth's strong pillars bend Unto the cross I'll fly,
The temple's vail in sunder breaks, And trust the merits of the blood
The solid marbles rend. That flowed at Calvary.
3 'T is done the precious ransom's paid
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See where he bows his sacred head And in the sharp, conflicting hour,
He bows his head, and dies. Repair to Calvary.
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If not, content to drink it up, Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,
Thy pleasure I fulfill." And all thy sorrows feel,
3 Go to the garden, sinner, see 2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,
Those precious drops that flow This heart so hard before
The heavy load be bore for thee, I hear thee for the guilty plead,
For thee he lies so low. And grief o'erflows the more.
4 Then learn of him the cross to bear, 3 I know this cleansing blood of thine
Thy Father's will obey Was shed, dear Lord, for me
And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.
For me, for all, — 0, grace divine !
Who look by faith on thee.

Thomas Haiveis.
4 In patient hope the cross I '11 bear,
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• Thine arm shall be my stay
1 Jesus, thy love shall we forget,
And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare
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And never bring to mind

On thy great Judgment-day.
The grace that paid our hopeless debt, Ray Palmer,
And bade us pardon find ? 329 176, 201, 476.
2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 1 0, loving wisdom of our God !
Thy fasting and thy prayer, When all was sin and shame,
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, A second Adam to the fight
To save us from despair ? And to the rescue came.
3 Gethsemane can we forget 2 0, wisest love that flesh and blood

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Thy struggling agony Which did in Adam fail,

When night lay dark on Olivet, Should strive afresh against the foe,
And none to watch with thee ? Should strive and should prevail 1
4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 3 0, generous love that he who smote! —
On thee, alone on thee In Man for man the foe,
Thy precious blood our ransom paid The double agony in Man
Thine all the glory be For man should undergo !
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Lo, here I fall, my Saviour
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'T is I deserved thy place
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Beneath the sins of men. And Christ, the Conqueror, rose.
3 With purple rohe and thorny crown, Now he who died on Calvary
And mocking soldiers bowing down, Still lives to plead for you and me
The Saviour bears my shame. And bids us look and live.
4 Behold, they shed his precious blood !

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Shall come again, with glory crowned,
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As in Gethsemane he knelt, Bound upon the accursed tree,
And pangs unknown his bosom felt. Faint and bleeding, who is He ?
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3 The fitful starlight shone Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
In dim and misty gleams By the flesh with scourges torn,
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Son of man, 't is thou 't is thou ! !
While Jesus raised his voice to God.
4 The chosen three that staid Bound upon the accursed tree,
Their nightly watch to keep, Dread and awful, who is He ?
Left him through sorrows deep to wade, By the sun at noonday pale,
And gave themselves to sleep Shivering rocks, and rending vail,
Meekly and sad he prayed alone, By the earth enwrapt in gloom,
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Lord, our suppliant knees we bow !
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And heavy on his bosom sank Bound upon the accursed tree,
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4 He lives, all glory to his name
3 Loose all your bars of golden light, He lives, my Saviour, still the same
And wide unfold the beauteous scene ;
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Receive the King of glory in. Samuel Medley.
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1 The morning kindles all the sky,
The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ; The heavens resound with anthems high
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew The shining angels, as they speed,
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. Proclaim, " The Lord is risen indeed
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" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates Majestic from the spoiled tomb
Ye everlasting doors, give way." In pomp of triumph, he has come
6 Who is this King of glory ? Who ? 3 When the amazed disciples heard,
The Lord, of glorious power possessed Their hearts with speechless joy were
The King of saints and angels too stirred
God over all, forever blest. Their Lord's beloved face to see,
Charles Wesley
Eager they haste to Galilee.
QOt 223, 64, 68.
4 His pierced hands to them he shows,
1 I know that my Redeemer lives
His face with love's own radiance glows
What joy the blest assurance gives
They with the angels' message speed,
He lives, he lives, who once was dead And shout, " The Lord is risen indeed !
He lives, my everlasting Head

5 Christ, thou King compassionate !
2 He lives to bless me with his love, Our hearts possess, on thee we wait
He lives to plead for me above, Help us to render praises due,
He lives my hungry soul to feed, To thee the endless ages through !
He lives to help in time of need. Ambrosian.

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See the place where Jesus lay. Glowing with immortal bloom.
3 Christian, dry your flowing tears 2 Hark the wondering angels raise
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Chase your unbelieving fears Louder notes of joyful praise

Look on his deserted grave ; Let the earth's remotest bound
Doubt no more his power to save. Echo with the blissful sound.
William B. Collyer.
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Now to glory see him rise
1 Hail the day that sees him rise,
And ascend his native skies In long triumph through the sky,
Christ, awhile to mortals given, Up to waiting worlds on high.
Enters now the gates of heaven. 4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide !
2 There the glorious triumph waits Mighty Conqueror through them ! ride
Lift your heads, eternal gates

King of glory mount thy throne, !
Christ hath vanquished death and sin

Boundless empire is thine own.
Thomas Scott.
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3 See, the heaven its Lord receives 1 Christ is risen, our Lord and King,
Yet he loves the earth he leaves Let the whole creation sing
Though returning to his throne, Raise your joys and triumphs high
Still he calls mankind his own. Sing, ye heavens, let earth reply.
4 See, he lifts his hands above 2 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
See, he shows the prints of love Christ the mighty, to conceal
Hark his gracious lips bestow
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Death in vain forbids him rise,
Blessings on his church below. He hath opened paradise.
5 Saviour, parted from our sight, 3 Lead us, Lord, where thou hast led,
High above yon azure hight, Thou, our high, exalted Head
Grant our hearts may thither rise, Made like thee, by thee we rise
Following thee beyond the skies. Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
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1 Jesus, my Advocate above, Presenting his own blood, he stands,
My Friend before the throne of love, Till Israel's sins are all erased.
If now for me prevails thy prayer, R. P. Cottrell
If now I find thee pleading there,
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2 Do thou the secret wish convey 1 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
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Hear, and my weak petition join, 'Mid hosts of sin, in these arrayed,
Almighty Advocate, to thine. My soul shall never be afraid.
3 Jesus, my heart's desire obtain, 2 Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
My earnest suit present, and gain Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
My fullness of corruption show ; Forever doth for sinners plead,
The knowledge of myself bestow. Can cleanse my guilty soul indeed.
4 My sovereign Lord, to thee I cry j 3 Lord, I believe were sinners more
Without thy mercy I must die Than sands upon the ocean shore,
My life, my only heaven thou art ;
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
O may I feel thee in my heart For all a full provision made.
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And poured on earth his precious blood, The hour of Judgment now is come,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan, Which soon must fix our destiny,
The Saviour and the Friend of man. And seal the sinner's fearful doom ?
Yes, it is so ; the Judgment hour
3 In every pang that rends the heart, Is swiftly hastening to its close
The Man of sorrows had a part Then will the Judge, in mighty power,
He sympathizes with our grief, Descend in vengeance on his foes.
And to the sufferer sends relief.
2 He who came down to earth to die,
4 "With boldness, therefore, at the throne An offering for the sins of men,
Let us make all our sorrows known, And then ascended up on high,
And ask the aid of heavenly power, And will ere long return again,
To help us in the evil hour. Is standing now before the ark,
Michael Bruce. And mercy-seat, and cherubim,
348 S61, 64, 101. To plead his blood for saints, and make
1 Though I should seek to wash me clean The last remembrance of their sin.
In water of the driven snow, 3 The solemn moment is at hand
My soul would yet its spots retain, When we who have his name confessed,
And sink in conscious guilt and woe.
Each in his lot must singly stand,
2 God's law in all its power divine And pass the searching
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Condemns my erring soul to death Jesus ! we hope in thee alone

Declares the foulness of its sin, In mercy now upon us look,
And shows the vileness of its worth. Confess our names before the throne,
And blot our sins from out thy book.
3 There must a Mediator plead
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And offer us the purchased grace.
And aid us by thy Spirit's power
4 And thus the Son of God is slain That we may, in thy strength, be strong,
To be crowned
this Mediator And brave the conflict valiantly
In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain, Then, on Mount Zion, join the song,
In him thy righteouness be found. And swell the notes of victory.
j\hqh* R. F. Cottrett.
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Bradford. C. M, George F. Handel.
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2 Jesus, I hang upon thy word 1 Before the throne of God above
I steadfastly believe Our Intercessor stands
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, Pleads for his own with deathless love,
And to thyself receive.
With pierced and bleeding hands.
3 Joyful in hope, my spirit soars 2 The barren rocks of Calvary
To meet thee from above Echoed his dying cries,
Thy goodness thankfully adores,
When Christ became, as sin for me,
And tastes thy precious love.
A wondrous Sacrifice.
4 When God is mine and I am his,

3 Not yet may victors' songs be sung
Of paradise possessed,
In realms of endless light,
I taste unutterable bliss,
Not yet the notes of triumph rung
And everlasting rest.
By saints all robed in white.
Charles Wesley.
351 227, 114. 4 Not yet do pilgrims' weary feet

1 With joy we meditate the grace Find sweet abiding rest
Of our High Priest above But when redemption is complete,
His heart is made of tenderness, We' 11 dwell among the blest.
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His bosom glows with love.
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2 Touched with a sympathy within, Jesus, the Lord of glory, died
He knows our feeble frame That we might never die
He knows what sore temptations mean, And now he reigns supreme, to guide
For he hath felt the same. His people to the sky.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Weak though we are, he still is near.
Poured out his cries and tears To lead, console, defend ;
And in full measure feels afresh In all our sorrow, all our fear,
What every member bears. Our all-sufficient Friend.
4 Then let our humble faith address From his high throne of grace he deigns
His mercy and his power Our every prayer to heed
We shall obtain delivering grace Bears with our folly, soothes our pains,
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For man the victim dies. And comes with glory crowned.
3 And now before his Father's face 5 He that is holy then shall be
His precious blood he pleads In holiness preserved,
For those who seek the throne of grace While sinners vainly strive to flee
His love still intercedes. The wrath they 've long deserved.
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For he has borne our grief;
1 Come, let us join our songs of praise
Our great High Priest once felt the same,
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He entered heaven with all our names
5 His love will not be satisfied, Engraven on his breast.
Till he in glory see
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The faithful ones for whom he died
By his atoning blood,
From sin forever free.
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Which now he pleads before the throne,
And brings us near to God.
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1 Erected high in heaven stands 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The tabernacle true The weakness of our frame,
And Jesus there in mercy pleads And how to shield us from the foes
For all the faithful few. Which he himself o'ercame.
2 His blood he offers freely now 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench
For all who will receive, The fervor of his love
For all who to his truth will bow, For us he died in kindness here,
And in his word believe. For us he lives above.
8 The Jewish priesthood shadowed forth 5 0, may we ne'er forget his grace,
His ministration there, Nor blush to speak his name
The cleansing of the inner court, Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
His coming to prepare. Our lips his praise proclaim.
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The Saviour's love is sealing All our sins on thee were laid
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It makes our joys abound. Thou art worthy to receive
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Thou didst suffer to release us
Help to chant Immanuel's praise 1
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His blood was shed for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son
3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, His Spirit answers to the blood,
Received on Calvary
And tells me I'm a child of God.
They pour effectual prayers, Charles Wesley,
360 Logan. H . M L. A. Logan.
252, 786, 859. § A heavenly priesthood his

2 He sprinkles with his blood
In him the shadows of the law
The mercy-seat above Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.
He seals our brotherhood
And though awhile he be
With his atoning love
Hid from the eyes of men,
And justice threatens us no more,
His people look to see
But mercy yields her boundless store.
Their great High Priest again j
3 No temple made with hands In brightest glory he will come,
His place of service is And take his waiting people home.
In heaven itself he stands, Thomas Kelly.
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Thy blood can make us white as snow

Nature must count her gold but dross, No other tide can cleanse us so.
If she would gain that heavenly land. Isaac Watts.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, dud 777, 68, 365.
And walks the ways of God no more, 1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made
Is but esteemed almost a saint, Where shall the sinner find a cure ?
And makes his own destruction sure. In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ;
The work exceeds her utmost power.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new 2 But ean no sovereign balm be found,
Let thy sweet Spirit me sustain, And is no kind physician nigh,
guide me all life's journey through, To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Isaac Watts. Ere life and hope forever fly ?
OVCi 171, 23, 314, 3 There is a great Physician near ;
1 Lord, we are vile, and full of sin, Look up, fainting soul, and live
We 're born unholy and unclean See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Such help as nature cannot give.
Anne Steele.
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath

db4 777, 58, 316.
The seeds of sin grow up for death

1 Shall and blood
this vile race of flesh
Contend with their Creator, God ?
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
Shall mortal worms presume to be
But we 're defiled in every part.
More holy, wise, or just, than he?
3 Behold, we fall before thy face
2 From night to day, from day to night,
Our only refuge is thy grace
We die by thousands in thy sight
No outward forms can make us clean ; Buried in dust whole nations lie,
The leprosy lies deep within. Like a forgotten vanity.
4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 3 Almighty Power, to thee we bow
Nor hyssop branch, nor earthly priest, How frail are we how glorious thou ! !
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, No more the sons of earth shall dare
Can wash the dismal stain away. With an eternal God compare.
Isaac Watts.
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2 Once on the raging seas I rode

367 171, 64, 314.
1 Infinite Love what precious stores !
The storm was loud, the night was dark,

yawned, and blowed
Thy mercy has prepared for us
The ocean rudely
The costliest gems, the richest ores,
The wind that tossed my foundering
Could never have endowed us thus.
bark.
2 But thy soft hand, gracious Lord,
3 Deep horror then my vitals froze
Can draw from suffering souls the sting
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem
When suddenly a star arose,
And thy rich bounty to our board
Can bread for hungering sinners bring.
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
3 How rich the grace the gift how free
! !
4 It was my guide, my light, my all

It bade my dark forebodings cease
'T is only " ask," —
it shall be given ;
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And through the storm and danger's thrall The opening door that leads to heaven.
It led me to the port of peace.
Henry Kirke White. 4 arise, and take the good,
then
&§§ 216, 23, 428, So full and freely proffered thee,
1 Jesus, engrave it on my heart
Remembering that it cost the blood
That thou the one thing needful art Of Him who died on Calvary.
Jared Waterbury.
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee. 368 275, 307, 336.
2 Needful is thy most precious blood, Against the God that rules the sky
To reconcile my soul to God I fought, with weapons lifted high
Needful is thy indulgent care, I madly ran the sinful race,
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. Regardless of a hiding-place.
3 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord, But a celestial voice I heard,

True peace and comfort to afford A bleeding Saviour then appeared
Needful thy promise, to impart Led by the Spirit of his grace,
Fresh life and vigor to my heart. I found in him a hiding-place.

4 Needful art thou, my Guide, my Stay, On him the weight of vengeance fell
Through all life's dark and weary way That else had sunk a world to hell
Nor will at last less needful be Then, my soul, forever praise
To bring me home to heaven and thee. Thy Saviour, God, thy hiding-place !
Samuel Medley. Jehoida Brewer.

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Creates us heirs
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And Satan holds our captive minds

Anew, peculiar race.
Fast in his slavish chains.
3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, 2 But there' s a voice of sovereign grace,
Breathes on the sons of flesh, Sounds from the sacred word
New-models all the carnal mind, " Ho ye despairing sinners, come
!
And forms the man afresh. And trust a pardoning Lord."

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise
3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
From the long sleep of death And runs to this relief;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes, I would believe thy promise, Lord
And praise employs our breath. 0, help my unbelief
Isaac Watts.
370 179, 201, 147.

4 A guilty, weak,
and helpless worm,
Way In thy kind arms I fall
1 Thou art the ; to thee alone,
From sin and death we flee Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
And he who would the Father seek,
My Saviour and my All.
Isaac Watts.
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
Ol2i 646, 395.
2 Thou art the Truth thy word ; alone, 1 Strait is the way, the door is strait,
True wisdom can impart That leads to joys on high
Thou only canst inform the mind, 'T is but a few that find the gate,
And purify the heart. While thousands pass it by.
3 Thou art the Life the rending tomb
; 2 Beloved self must be denied,
Proclaims thy conquering arm ; The mind and will renewed,
And those who put their trust in thee, Passion suppressed, and patience tried,
Nor death nor hell shall harm. And vain desires subdued.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life 3 Lord ! can a feeble, helpless worm
Grant us that way to know, Fulfill a task so hard ?
That truth to keep, that life to win, Thy grace must all my work perform,
Whose joys eternal flow. And give the free reward.
Anon. Isaac Watts.
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'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
To form the heart anew. Or spark of glimmering day.
3 'T the passions to recall,
is thine, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
And upward bid them rise Beheld our helpless grief:
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From reason's darkened eyes. He came to our relief.
4 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours, 3 Down from the shining courts above,
And give them life divine With joyful
haste he sped,
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Almighty Lord be thine.
! And dwelt among the dead.
Anne Steele.
4 for this love let rocks and hills
074 399, 446, 201.
Their lasting silence break
1 In vain we seek for peace with God And all harmonious human tongues,
By methods of our own The Saviour's praises speak.
No other plea than Jesus' blood Isaac Watts.
Can bring us near the throne.
dlD 395, 446, 669.
2 The threatenings of the broken law 1 Vain are the hopes the sons of men
Impress the soul with dread On their own works have built
If God his sword of vengeance draw, Their hearts, by nature, all unclean,
It strikes the spirit dead. And all their actions, guilt.
3 But thine illustrious sacrifice 2 Let Jew and Gentile equal stand,
Hath answered these demands, Without a murmuring word
And peace and pardon from the skies And the whole race of Adam own
Are offered by thy hands. Their guilt before the Lord.
4 'T is by thy death we live, Lord 1 3 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace
'Tis on thy cross we rest When in thy name we trust,
Forever be thy love adored, Our faith receives a righteousness
Thy name forever blessed. That makes the sinner just.
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2 The burdened heart must seek in vain 3 When penitence has wept in vain
For merit of its own Over some foul, dark spot,
There 's freedom from each crimson stain —
One only stream a stream of blood
In thee., and thee alone. Can wash away the blot.
4 T is Jesus' blood that washes white,
3 Let him who feels his load of guilt '
Strive not its weight to bear His hand that brings relief;
The hopes that man on self has built His heart that's touched with all our joys,
Are doomed to dark despair. And feels for all our grief.
4 But thou, Christ, whose blood was shed 5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, Lord !
For all who plead its power, Unseal that cleansing tide
Wilt lift the load that bows the head We have no shelter from our sin
In deep contrition's hour But in thy wounded side.
I
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5 Thy tender heart has felt the weight OtU 399, 798, 201.
Of sins that were not thine, 1 How great the wisdom, power, and grace,
And within that burden great
lo !
Which in redemption shine !
I view these sins of mine. The heavenly host with joy confess
6 ' T is faith that points them out to me The work is all divine.
When, fainting 'neath the load,
2 Before His feet they cast their crowns,
I turn my
longing eyes to thee,
Those crowns which Jesus gave,
Far up the narrow road. And with ten thousand thousand tongues,
F. E. Belden.
Proclaim his power to save.
d/O 775, 779, 587.
1 When wounded sore, the stricken soul

3 They the triumphs of his cross,
tell
Lies bleeding and unbound, The which he bore

suffering
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And rose to stoop no more.
Can heal the sinner's wound.
2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 4 With them us our voices raise,
let
And tears of anguish flow, And the song renew

still
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One only heart a broken heart Salvation well deserves the praise
Can feel the sinner's woe. Of men and angels too.
Benjamin Beddome
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The bliss for which we sigh 1 Like sheep we went astray,
Its fairest glories shortest live,

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And all its pleasures die.
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
2 How dreadful was the hour,
Unmeasured by the flight of years
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
And all that life is love.
Upon the Shepherd's head I
4 Through Christ, the Life, the Way, 3 How glorious was the grace,
May we that life obtain ;
When Christ sustained the stroke !
And through the merits of his blood His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
That endless glory gain.
A ransom for the flock.
James Montgomery.
DOl 89, 403, 11.

4 But God shall raise his head
O'er the sons of men,
all
1 God's holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair And make him see a numerous seed,
Burdened with guilt, with grief oppressed, To recompense his pain.
Isaac Watts.
We find no comfort there.
000 688, 601, 736.
2 Not all our groans and tears, 1 Not what these hands have done
Nor works which we have done, Can save this guilty soul
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can e'er for sin atone. Can make my spirit whole.
3 Relief alone is found 2 Not what I feel or do
In Jesus' precious blood ;
Can give me peace with God
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears,
And reconciles to God. Can bear my awful load.
High lifted on the cross, 3 Thy work alone, Christ,
The spotless Victim dies Can ease this weight of sin ;
This is salvation's only source, Thy blood alone, Lamb of God,

Whence all our hopes arise. Can give me peace within.
Benjamin Beddome. Horatius BonaY-
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1 Is this the kind return,
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
Are these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,
A just excuse devise ?
Whence all our blessings flow ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God
2 To what a stubborn frame
Who can with thee contend ?
Or who, that tries the unequal strife, Has sin reduced our mind
Shall prosper in the end ?
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
3 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
Their ancient seats forsake
The trembling earth deserts her place, And mold our souls afresh
Break,sovereign grace,these hearts of stone,
Her rooted pillars shake.
And give us hearts of flesh.
5 Ah how shall guilty man
! Isaac Watts.
Contend with such a God ? OOl 236, 736, 658.
None, none, can meet him and escape, 1 Can sinners hope for heaven,
But through the Saviour's blood. Who love this world so well ?
Isaac Watts.
Or dream of future happiness,
do5 89, 191, 403. While on the road to hell ?
1 My former hopes are fled,
2 Shall they hosannas sing,
My terror now begins With an unhallowed tongue ?
I feel, alas ! that I am dead
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand
In trespasses and sins.
Which does its neighbor wrong ?
2 Ah whither shall I fly ?
!
3 Can sin's deceitful way
I hear the thunder roar; Conduct tG Zion's hill ?
The law proclaims destruction nigh, Or those expect with God to reign
And vengeance at the door. Who disregard his will?
3 When I review my ways, 4 Thy grace, God, alone,

I dread impending doom Good hopes can e'er afford
Until a friendly whisper says, The pardoned and the pure shall see
" Flee from the wrath to come." The glory of the Lord.
William Cowper. Anen.
136
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388 Desire. L. M. Isaac B. Woodbury.
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4 Take up thy cross, then, in his strength,
2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
And calmly every danger brave
0, come and spread your woes abroad !
'Twill guide thee to a better home,

Divine compassion, mighty love,
And lead to victory o'er the grave.
Will all the painful load remove.
5 Take up thy cross, and follow Christ
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
Nor think till death to lay it down
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes
For only he who bears the cross
Pardon, and life, and endless peace
May hope to wear the glorious crown.
How rich the gift ! how free the grace !
Charles W. Everest.
4 Lord, we accept, with thankful hearts, 00\J 431, 787, 216.

The hopes thy gracious word imparts 1 God calling yet shall I not hear?
!
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ?
And bless the kind, inviting voice. Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
5 Dear Saviour, let thy powerful love And still my soul in slumber lie ?
Confirm our our fears remove

faith,
2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ?
And sweetly influence every breast,
Can I his loving voice despise,
And guide us to eternal rest.
And basely his kind care repay?
Anne Steele.
He calls me still ; can I delay ?
DOU 428, 215, 47.
1 " Take up thy cross," the Saviour said, 3 God calling yet and shall he knock,
!
" If thou wouldst my

disciple be And I my
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Deny thyself, the world forsake, He still is waiting to receive,
And humbly follow after me." And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ?
2 Take up thy cross not its weight
; let 4 God calling yet and shall I give
!
Fill thy weak with alarm

spirit No heed, but still in bondage live ?
His strength shall bear thy spirit up, I wait, but he does not forsake
And brace thy heart and nerve thy arm He calls me still ; my heart, awake
3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame ;
5 God calling yetI cannot stay
!
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel My heart I yield without delay ;
Thy Lord for thee the cross endured, Vain world, farewell from thee I part !
To save thy soul from death and hell. The voice of God hath reached my heart,
Jane Borthwick.
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1 Behold a Stranger at the door
Shall Jesus urge Lis dying love ?
He gently knocks, has knocked before,
Shall troubled conscience give us pain?
Has waited long, is waiting still
And all these pleas unite in vain ?
You treat no other friend so ill.
3 Not so our eyes will always view 2 0, lovely attitude he stands !
Those objects which we now pursue With melting heart and laden hands
Not so will heaven and hell appear, 0, matchless kindness and he shows !
When death's decisive hour is near. This matchless kindness to his foes.
4 Almighty God, thy grace impart 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ?
Fix deep conviction on each heart; He will,the very friend you need
Nor let us waste on trifling cares The Friend of sinners yes, 't is he,;
That life which thy compassion spares. With garments dyed on Calvary.
Philip Doddridge.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
OO 68, 101, 431.
Turn out his enemy and thine
1 Come hither, all ye weary souls
That soul-destroying monster, sin
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
And raise you to my heavenly home. 5 Admit him ere his anger burn
His feet, departed, ne'er return
2 They shall find rest who learn of me
Admit him, or the hour 's at hand
I'm of a meek and lowly mind
But passion rages like the sea,
When at his door denied you '11 stand.
Joseph Grigg.
And pride is restless as the wind.
Dt/4 212, 336, 361.
3 Blest the man whose shoulders take
is Haste, traveler, haste the night comes oc
!
My yoke, and bear it with delight And many a shining hour is gone
My yoke is easy to his neck, The storm is gathering in the west,
My grace shall make the burden light. And thou art far from home and rest.
4 Jesus, we come at thy command Then linger not in all the plain,
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain
Resign our spirits to thy hand, Look not behind, make no delay,
To mold and guide us at thy will. speed thee, speed thee on thy way.
Isaac Watts. William B. Collyer,
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2 Return, wanderer, return,
1 sinner, heed the voice of God,
He hears thy humble sigh It speaks to you to-day,
He sees thy softened spirit mourn, And calls you by his sacred word
When no one else is nigh. From sin's destructive way.
3 Return, O
wanderer, return
2 It bids you turn to him, and live
Thy Saviour bids thee live Through his abounding grace
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn His mercy will the guilt forgive
How freely he'll forgive.
Of those, who seek his face.
4 Return, wanderer, return,
3 Row to the scepter of his word,
And wipe the falling tear Renouncing every sin
Thy Father calls no longer — mourn Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
'Tis love invites thee near.
And bid him reign within.
5 Return, O wanderer, return yokn Faivceit.
Regain thy long-sought rest 000 681, 147.

The Saviour's melting mercies yearn 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
To clasp thee to his breast. A thousand thoughts revolve,
Wm. B. Collyer. Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed.
OU\) 354, 808. And make this last resolve :—
1 The Saviour calls let every ear
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— 2 I '11 go to Jesus, though my sins
Attend the heavenly sound
Like mountains round me close
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, I know his courts, I '11 enter in,
Hope smiles reviving round. Whatever may oppose.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
3 Prostrate I '11 lie before his throne,
Here streams of bounty flow, And there my guilt confess
And life, and health, and bliss impart, I tell him, I 'm a wretch undone
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To banish mortal woe. Without his sovereign grace.

3 Ye sinners, come
mercy's voice
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The gracious
obey call : Perhaps will hear my prayer;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys, But if I perish I will pray,
And can you yet delay ? • And perish only there.
Anne Steele. Edmund yones.
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2 Nothing ye in exchange shall give 1 Why should we boast of time to come,
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Freely the gift of God receive, This hour may fix our final doom,
And peace in Jesus find. Though strong, and young, and gay.
3 I bid you all my goodness prove 2 The present we should now redeem
My promises are free: This only is our own
Come, taste the manna of my love, The past, alas is all a dream
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Delight your souls in me. The future is unknown.

4 Your willing ear and heart incline, 3 think what vast concerns depend
My words in faith receive Upon a moment's space,
Quickened, your souls by faith divine, When life and all its cares shall end
Eternal life shall live. In vengeance or in grace.
Anon.
4 for that power which melts the heart,
400 770, 207, 227.
And lifts the soul on high
1 There is a line by us unseen,
Where sin and grief and death depart,
That crosses every path,
And pleasures never die.
The hidden boundary between M. Wilkes.
God's patience and his wrath.
402 111, 438, 74.
2 where is this mysterious bourne
! i Come, O thou all-victorious Lord !
By which our path is crossed, Thy power make known

to us
Beyond which God himself hath sworn Strike with the hammer of thy word,
That he who goes is lost ? And break these hearts of stone.
3 How far may we go on in sin ? Give us ourselves and thee to know,
How long will God forbear? In this our gracious day
Where does hope end? And where begin Repentance unto life bestow,
The confines of despair? And take our sins away.
4 An answer from the skies is sent Convince us first of unbelief,
" Ye that from God depart, And freely then release
While it is called to-day, repent, Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And harden not your heart." And then with sacred peace.
J- Addison Alexander. Charles Wesley.
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3 Thy God, insulted, seems 2 Let him that heareth say

To draw his glittering sword To all about him, " Come " !
And o'er thy guilty head it gleams, Let him that thirsts for righteousness
To vindicate his word. To Christ, the Fountain, come.
4 One only hope I see 3 Yes, whosoever will,
sinner, seize it now let him freely come,
The blood that Jesus shed for thee And freely drink the stream of life
No other hope hast thou. 'Tis Jesus bids him come.
Anon.
4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites,
404 732, 266.
Declares, " I quickly come :
"All things are ready," come Lord, even so, we wait thy hour
Come to the supper spread blest Redeemer, come.
Come, rich and poor, come, old and young Henry Onderdonh.
Come, and be richly fed.
4UO 688, 236.
"All things are ready," come 1 Sinners, the call obey,
The invitation's given The latest call of grace
Through Him who now in glory sits —
The day will come the vengeful day
At God's right hand in heaven. Of a devoted race.
"All things are ready," come 2 To shelter the distressed,
The door is open wide He did the cross endure
feast upon the love of God Enter into the clefts, and rest
For Christ, his Son, has died. In Jesus' wounds secure.
"All things are ready," come 3 Jesus, to thee we fly
To-morrow may not be From the devouring sword
O sinner, come the Saviour waits
! Our city of defense is nigh,
This hour to welcome thee. Our help is in the Lord.
Albert Midlane. Anon
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Hopeless then will be your cries
Sinner, now before the blast,
God will welcome you no more. Seek a shelter to secure.
3 From his glorious seat within,
Zion's King so long forgot,
2 Thousand voices from afar,
Then will say, " Ye slaves of sin, Warn thee of thy coming fate :
Hence depart, I know you not." Careless sinner, now beware !
Haste thee, ere it be too late

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Anguish which no measure knows, 3 Crimes in every shape increase
Sinners, haste to seek the Lord, Judgments stalk throughout the land
Ere the door of mercy close. Signs are borne on every breeze,
Anon. That destruction is at hand.
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1 Come, saith Jesus' sacred voice, Louder still the thunders roar,
Come, and make my paths your choice :
Fiercer lightnings pierce the skies,
I will guide you to your home
But the sinner's day is o'er.
Weary pilgrim, hither come. Anon.
2 Hither come for here is found
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Balm for every bleeding wound, 1 Sinner, art thou still secure ?
Peace which ever shall endure, Wilt thou still refuse to pray ?
Rest, eternal, sacred, sure. Can thy heart or hands endure
Anna L. Barbauld.
In the Lord's avenging day ?
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1 Hasten, sinner, to be wise 2 At his presence nature shakes
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Earth affrighted hastes to flee
Wisdom, if you still despise, Solid mountains melt like wax
Never can by thee be won. What will then become of thee ?
2 Hasten, sinner, to return 3 Who his advent may abide?
Stay not for the morrow's sun, You that glory in your shame,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn Will you find a place to hide,
Ere thy work of grace be done. When the world is wrapped in flame?
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Lamb of God, I come, I come.

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5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
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Now to be thine, and thine alone, It tells me where my soul may flee
Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Charlotte Elliott.
0, to the weary, faint, oppressed,
How sweet the bidding, " Come to me.
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1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 3 " Come, for all else must fail and die !
A trembling sinner,Lord, I cry Earth is no resting-place for thee

Thy pardoning grace is rich and free To heaven direct thy weeping eye,
God, be merciful to me I am thy portion come to me." ;
2 I smite upon my troubled breast 4 voice of mercy ! voice of love

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed In conflict, grief, and agony,
Christ and his cross my only plea Support me, cheer me from above
God, be merciful to me 1
And gently whisper, " Come to me."
Charlotte Elliott.
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1 Awaked from sin's delusive sfeep,
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, My heavy guilt I feel, and weep ;
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,
And stamp thine image on my heart. I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 2 Now, from thy throne of grace above,
And fully set my spirit free ;
Look down upon my soul in love
I cannot rest till pure within, That smile shall sweeten all my pain,
Till I am wholly lost in thee. And make my soul rejoice again.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God 3 transforming power, By thy divine,

Thy light and easy burden prove, My ruined nature now restore
The cross all stained with hallowed blood, And let my life and temper shine,
The labor of thy dying love. In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine.
Thomas Moore.
5 I would, but thou must give the power
My heart from every sin release 4d4 624, 638, 101.
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 1 Show pity, Lord ; Lord, forgive
And fill me with thy perfect peace. Let a repenting sinner live ;
Charles Wesley. Are not thy mercies large and free ?
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May not the guilty trust in thee ?
1 Forgive us, Lord ! to thee we cry 2 My crimes, though

great, do not surpass
Forgive us thro' thy matchless grace, The power and glory of thy grace
On thee alone our souls rely 0, wash my soul from every sin,
Be thou our strength and righteousness. And make my guilty conscience clean
2 Forgive thou us, as we forgive 3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
The ills we
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Bestore us, Lord, and bid us live Lord, should thy judgment be severe,
let us in thine arms repose.
! I am condemned, but thou art clear.
3 Forgive us, for our guilt is great, 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Our wretched souls no merit claim ;
Whose hope, stillhovering 'round thy word,
For sovereign mercy still we wait, Would light on some sweet promise there,
And ask but in the Saviour's name. Some sure support against despair.
Thomas Hastings. Isaac Watts.
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He drew me, and I followed on, Nothing but sin have I to give,
Charmed to confess the voice divine. Nothing but love shall I receive.
5 Then will I tell to all around,

3 Now rest, my long-divided heart,
What a dear Saviour I have found
Fixed on this blissful center, rest
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
Nor ever from thy Lord depart,
And say, " Behold the way to God."
With him of every good possessed.
John Cennick.
4 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 4d I 361, 101, 624.
That vow renewed shall daily hear, 1 Lord, I was blind I could not see :
Till in time's latest hour I bow, In thy marred visage any grace
And bless at last a bond so dear. But now the beauty of thy face,
5 And when the bright celestial train, In radiant vision dawns on me.
From highest heaven to earth shall come 2 Lord, I was deaf: I could not hear
Then with my Lord I'll rise, and reign The thrilling music of thy voice
Forever in that happy home. But now I hear thee and rejoice,
Philip Doddridge.
And all thy uttered words are dear.
40D 638, 171, 108.
3 Lord, I was dumb I could not speak
1 Jesus, myheaven is gone,
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His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
My lips thine eager, praises wake.
2 The way the holy prophets went, 4 Lord, I was dead I could not stir
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The road that leads from banishment, My come to thee

lifeless soul to
The King's highway of holiness, But now, since thou hast quickened me,
I'll go ; for all his paths are peace. I rise from sin's dark sepulcher.
3 This is the way I long have sought, 5 Lord, thou hast made the blind to see,
And mourned because I found it not The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
My grief a burden long has been, The dead to live and lo, I break ;
Because I was not saved from sin. The chains of my captivity

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naked soul, 1 0, HOW divine, how sweet the joy,
And made salvation mine When but one sinner turns,
Upon a poor, polluted worm And, with an humble, broken heart,
He makes his graces shine. His sins and errors mourns
3 And the shadow of a spot
lest 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below
my soul be found,
Should on In songs their tongues employ
He took the robe the Saviour wrought, Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And cast it all around. And heaven is filled with joy.
4 How far that heavenly robe excels 3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears
Whatearthly princes wear The conscious sinner's moan ;
These ornaments, how bright they shine Jesus receives him in his arms,
How white the garments are And claims him as his own.
John Needham.
5 The wrought my faith and love
Spirit
And hope, and every grace 441 364, 446, 147.
But Jesus spent his life to work 1 Amazing grace how sweet the sound
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The robe of righteousness. That saved a wretch like me

Isaac Watts. I once was lost, but now am found ;
4d9 896, 399, 635.

Was blind, but now I see.
Salvation ! —0, the
joyful sound 2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear,
'Tis pleasure toour ears And grace my fears relieved ;
A sovereign balm for every wound, How precious did that grace appear,
A cordial for our fears. The hour I first believed
2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
At bell's dark door we lay I have already come
But we arise by grace divine, 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
To see a heavenly day. And grace will lead me home.
3 Salvation !
— let the echo fly 4 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The spacious earth around The sun forbear to shine
While all the armies of the sky But God, who called me here below,
Conspire to raise the sound. Will be'forever mine.
Isaac Watts. John Newton.
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2 Believing on my Lord, I find 1 Great God, when I approach thy throne,
Asure and present aid
And all thy glory see
On thee alone my constant mind
This is my stay, and this alone,
Be every moment stayed.
That Jesus died for me !
3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,

2 How can a soul condemned to die,
Or strong, I here disclaim ;
Escape the just decree?
I wash my garments in the blood
Helpless, and full of sin am I,
Of the atoning Lamb. But Jesus died for me.
4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,
3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,
On thee will I depend,
0, how can I get free ?
Till summoned to the marriage-feast,
No peace can all my efforts gain,
When faith in sight shall end.
But Jesus died for me.
Charles Wesley.
44d 646, 117, 581. 4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,
1 Jesus, —and didst thou leave the sky, This must be all my plea
To bear our griefs and woes ? Save me by thy almighty grace,
And didst thou bleed, and groan and die, For Jesus died for me.
Anon.
For thy rebellious foes ?
445 775, 895, 147.
2 Well might the heavens with wonder view Lord at thy feet we humbly
1 ! lie,
A love so strange as thine !
And knock at mercy's door
No thought of angels ever knew
With heavy heart and downcast eye
Compassion so divine Thy favor we implore.
3 Is there a heart that will not bend 2 'Tis mercy, mercy, we implore
To thy divine control ? We
would thy pity move
Descend, sovereign love, descend, Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And melt that stubborn soul And thou thyself art love.
4 0, may our willing hearts confess 3 0, for thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Thy sweet, thy gentle sway Our numerous sins forgive !
Glad captives of thy matchless grace, Thy grace our stony hearts can break :
Thy righteous rule obey. Heal us, and bid us live.

Anne Steele. Simon Browne.
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Is thine, and only thine. And trembles at thy word
3 The darkness of my former state, 2 O for those humble, contrite tears
The bondage, all was mine Which from repentance flow
The light of life in which I walk, That sense of guilt which, trembling,
The liberty, is thine. fears
The long-suspended blow
4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin
It taught me to believe 3 0, fill my soul with faith and love,
Then, in believing, peace I found, Andstrength to do thy will
liaise my desires and hopes above,
And now I live, I live.
Thyself to me reveal.
5 All that I am, even here on earth, Charles Wesley.
All that I hope to be, 449 779, 354, 114.
When Jesus comes and glory dawns, 1 Be merciful to me, O God
I owe it, Lord, to thee. Be merciful to me
Horatius Bonar.
For though I sink beneath thy rod,
447 227, 646, 669.
Yet do I trust in thee.
The Lord first empties whom he fills,
2 Thou art my refuge, and I know
Casts down whom he would raise
He quickens, when the letter kills, My burden thou dost bear
Exalting thus his praise.
And I would seek, where'er I go,
To cast on thee my care.
When he applies his healing blood 3 Thou knowest, Lord, my flesh how frail,
Unto a sin-sick soul, Strong though my spirit be
This balsam, powerful, precious, good,
0, then assist, when foes assail,
Ne'er fails to make it whole.
The soul that clings to thee
On us he spent his life and blood, 4 And, gracious Lord, whate'er befall,
Our losses to retrieve A thankful heart be mine,
Mankind's redemption now holds good A heart that answers to thy call,
For sinner's who believe. One that is wholly thine.
Erskine. Anon.
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My thirst was quenched, my soul revived. 0, how it drew my soul above,
And now I live in him. And made my hard heart melt
My burden at his feet I laid,
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I looked to Jesus, and I found
In him my star, my sun
480, 83. 452
1 My God, my God, to thee I cry;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Thee only would I know
Till all my journey's done.
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451 486, S3.
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1 I heard a voice, the sweetest voice
Purge mine iniquity
That mortal ever heard
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
0, how it made my heart rejoice,
I have no part in thee.
And every feeling stirred 1
'T was Jesus spoke to me so mild 2 But art thou not already mine ?
He called me to his side, Answer, if mine thou art
And said, although with heart defiled, Whisper within, thou Love divine,
I might in him confide. And cheer my drooping heart.
Behold for me the Victim bleeds,
2 I saw his face, the fairest face
His wounds are open wide
That mortal ever saw
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
I longed the Saviour to embrace^ me justified.
And speaks
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There humbly fall before thy feet,
And yet from him I stay.
For none can perish there.
3 What is it keeps
back, me 2 Thy promise is my plea
From which I cannot part, With this I venture nigh
Which will not let the Saviour take Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
Possession of my heart ?
And such, Lord, am I.
4 Searcher of hearts, in mine 3 Bowed down beneath my sin,
Thy trying power display By Satan sorely pressed
Into its darkest corners shine, By wars without and fears within ;
And take all sin away. I come to thee for rest.

Charles Wesley.
454 403, 384, 688.

4 Be thou my hiding-place
That, sheltered near thy side,
1 In mercy, not in wrath,
I may rejoice in Jesus' grace
Rebuke me, gracious God
In Jesus crucified.
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
Anon.
I sink beneath thy rod.
45b 403, 89, 151.
2 Touched by thy quickening power, 1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep ?
My load of guilt I feel Andshall our cheeks be dry ?
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed Let floods of penitential grief
let that Spirit heal Burst forth from every eye.
3 In trouble and in gloom, 2 The Son of God in tears,
Must I forever mourn ? The wondering angels see !
And wilt thou not at length, God, Be thou astonished, my soul

In pitying love return ? He shed those tears for thee.
4 come ere life expire,
; 3 He wept that we might weep
Send down thy power to save Each sin demands a tear
For who shall sing thy name in death, In heaven alone no sin is found,
Or praise thee in the grave ? And there 's no weeping there.
Anon. Benjamin Beddotne.
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2 I have long withstood his grace, 5 In the ark the weary dove
Long provoked him to his face, Found a welcome resting place
Would not hearken to his calls, Thus my spirit longs to prove
Grieved him by a thousand falls. Best in Christ, the Ark of grace.
John Newton.
3 Now incline me to repent 45*7 333, 272, 826.
Let me now my sins lament 1 Blessed Jesus, heavenly Lamb,
Now my foul revolt deplore, Thine and only thine I am
Weep, believe, and sin no more. Take me, body, spirit, soul
Only thou possess the whole.
4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands 2 Thou my one thing needful be
God is love ! I know, I feel Let me ever cleave to thee
Jesus weeps, and loves me still. Let me choose the better part
Charles IVfsley. Let me give thee all my heart.
45o 720, 531, 407.
3 Fairer than the sons of men
1 Does the gospel word proclaim Do not let me turn again,
Rest for those that weary be ? Nor the Fountain-head of bliss,
Then, my soul, put in thy claim ; Leave for creature happiness.
'Tis that promise speaks to thee. Anon.
2 Marks of grace I cannot show, 4bl) 720, 272, 480.
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1 Lord, forgive me, day by day,
But I weary am, I know, Debts I cannot hope to pay ;
And the weary long for rest. Duties I have left undone,
Evils I have failed to shun ;
3 Burdened with a load of sin. 2 Trespasses in word or thought

Harassed with tormenting doubt Deeds from evil motive wrought
Hourly conflicts from within, Cold ingratitude distrust ;
Hourly crosses from without. Thoughts unhallowed, or unjust.
4 All my little strength is gone, 3 Much forgiven, may I learn

Sink must I without supply Love for hatred to return
Sure upon the earth is none Then assured my heart shall be
Can more weary be than I, Thou, my God, hast pardoned me.
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All fullness dwells in him I hope to see thee soon,
He healeth my diseases, Encircled with the rainbow,
He doth my soul redeem. And seated on thy throne.
3 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 6 There, with thy blood-bought children,
My burdens and my cares My joy shall ever be
He from them all releases, To sing thy praises, Jesus,
He all my sorrow shares. To gaze, my Lord, on thee
Frederick Whitefield.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild
463
1 We stand in deep repentance,
I long to be like Jesus,
Before thy throne of love
The Father's holy child.
Horatitts Bonar.
God of grace, forgive us,
The stain of guilt remove.
462 492, 611, 246.
1 I need thee, precious Jesus, 2 Behold us while with weeping
For I am very poor "We lift our eyes to thee;
A stranger and a pilgrim, And all our sins subduing,
I have no earthly store. Our Father, set us free
2 I need the love of Jesus 3 0, shouldst thou from the fallen
To cheer me on my way, Withhold thy grace to guide,
To guide my doubting footsteps, Forever we should wander,
To be my strength and stay. From thee, and peace, aside.
3 I need the heart of Jesus 4 Our souls —on thee we cast them,
To feel each anxious care, Our only refuge thou

To tell my every trial, Thy cheering words revive us,
And all my sorrows share. When pressed with grief we bow.

4 I need the Holy Spirit 5 Thou bearest the trusting spirit
To teach me what I am, Upon thy loving breast,
To show me more of Jesus, And givest all thy ransomed
To point me to the Lamb. A
sweet, unending rest.
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Yes, I hear the potent word
Yes, my earnest prayer is heard 4b5 828, 667.
Once in bondage, now I 'm free 1 Jesus, merciful and mild,

Saved, dear Lord, and saved by thee !
Lead me as a helpless child
On no other arm but thine
3 From my back the burden rolled, Would my weary soul recline
Burden high of sins untold ;
— Thou art ready to forgive,
From my heart all sense of shame Thou canst bid the sinner live,
Passed away when Jesus came. Guide the wanderer, day by day,
what love in Christ I found In the strait and narrow way.
Love so high, so broad, profound 2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace
Love that I can never tell For the heavenly dwelling-place ;
Love that saved my soul from hell. All thy promises are sure,
Ever shall thy love endure
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Then what more could I desire,
Debt that swells from day to day ? How to greater bliss aspire ?
How can I in words reveal All I need, in thee I see
That which in my heart I feel ?
Thou art all in all to me.
Ah my soul, it ne'er can be
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Love divine 's too high for thee
What I owe to Christ to-day
Hast thou made me truly thine ?
"Words or deeds can ne'er repay.
Hast thou bought me by thy blood ?
Beconciled my heart to God ?
5 Bankrupt 'neath the cross I stand Hearken to my tender prayer,
Thus I sing, 0, sea 0, land — !
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" In my hand no price I bring, Let me love thee more and more,
Simply to thy cross I cling." Till I reach heaven's blissful shore.
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2 Whither should my soul be flying Greater things you yet may find,
But to him who comfort gives ? Freedom from unholy tempers,
Whither from the dread of dying Freedom from the carnal mind.
But to him who ever lives ? To procure your perfect freedom,
While I view thee, wounded, grieving, Jesus suffered, groaned, and died
Breathless on the cursed tree,
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Thou didst suffer thus for me. Anon,
3 With thy righteousness and Spirit 468 601, 603, 844.
I am more than angels blessed 1 Take my heart, Father, take it
Heir with thee, all things inherit, Make and keep thine own
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Saved the deed shall spread new glory
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Through the shining realms above ; Father, make it pure and lowly,
Angels sing the pleasing story, Fond of peace and far from strife,
All enraptured with thy love. Turning from the paths unholy,
Daniel Turner.
Of this vain and sinful life.
467 132, 601, 635.
2 Ever let thy grace surround it,
Ye who know your sins forgiven,
Strengthen it with power divine
And are happy in the Lord,
Till thy cords of love have bound it,
Have you read that gracious promise Make it to be wholly thine.
Which is left us in his word ? May the blood of Jesus heal it,
I will sprinkle you with water,
And its sins be all forgiven
I will cleanse you from all sin,
Holy Spirit, take and seal it,
Sanctify and make you holy,
Guide it in the path to heaven.
I will dwell and reign within. Anon.
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Since my heart first believed,
That casts itself on thee ?
What a joy I've received, I have no refuge of my own,
What a heaven in Jesus' dear name !
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'Tis a heaven below
My Redeemer to know 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
And the angels can do nothing more His spotless righteousness I plead,
Than to fall at his feet, And his availing blood
And the story repeat, That righteousness my robe shall be,
And the Lover of sinners adore. That merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
Jesus all the day long
Is my joy and my song 3 Then save me from the second death,
that all to this refuge might fly !

The Spirit of adoption breathe,
He hath loved me, indeed, His consolations send

He did suffer and bleed, By him some word of life impart,
To redeem such a rebel as I.
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
" Thy Maker is thy friend."
On the wings of his love, 4 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone
I am carried above
Come, take possession of thine own
All my sin, and temptation, and pain ;
For thou hast set me free
0, that all would believe, Released from Satan's hard command,
And by sin never grieve, See all my powers in waiting stand,
And thus cause him to suffer again. To be employed by thee.
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Such ever bring thee where they come,
Now send thy Spirit from above,
And, going, take thee to their home.
Now fill our hearts with heavenly love.
Samuel Stennett.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, 474 431. 787.

Thy former mercies now renew 1 Now we have met in Jesus' name,
And to our waiting hearts proclaim To glorify our Lord we aim
The sweetness of thy saving name. We strive each duty to fulfill,
William Cowfer
With anxious thoughts to do his will.
Aclu 638, 847, 816.
1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone
2 We 've met in love and holy fear,
Let my religious hours alone To hear the happy saints declare
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see The rich compassion of a God
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
The virtues of a Saviour's blood.
3 Saviour, help them to express
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
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The wonders of triumphant grace,
Come, my dear Jesus from above,
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While to the church they freely own
And feed my soul with heavenly love. What for their souls the Lord hath done.
Sa?nuei Stennett.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare !
475 223, 614, 212.
How sweet thine entertainments are Command thy blessing from above,
Never did angels taste, above, God, on all assembled here
Redeeming grace and dying love Behold us with a Father's love,
Isaac Watts.
While we look up with filial fear.
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1 Where two or three, with sweet accord,
Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord
Obedient to their sovereign Lord,
May we thy true disciples be
Meet to recount his acts of grace, Speak to each heart the mighty word,
And offer solemn prayer and praise, Say to the weakest, " Follow me."
2 There, says the Saviour, will I be, Command thy blessing in this hour,
Amid this little company Spirit of truth ! and fill the place
To them unvail my smiling face, With wounding and with healing power,
And shed my glories round the place. With quickening and confirm ins; grace.
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Beneath a burning sky,
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Long for a cooling stream at hand, As they approach thy mercy-seat,
And they must drink or die. Thy promise they may claim.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power 2 Jesus in love condescend
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Through all thy temple shine To bless the hallowed place
My God, repeat that heavenly hour, The Saviour will himself attend,
That vision so divine.
And show his smiling face.
4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 3 O blest assurance ! gracious Lord,
Can my best passions move, Thou Fount of peace and love,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice Fulfill to us thy precious word,
As thy forgiving love.
Thy loving-kindness prove.
Isaac Watts.
Thomas Hastings.
477 399, 354, 204.
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1 Grant me within thy courts a place,
1 We all are yet alive,
Among thy saints a seat, And see each other's face
Forever to behold thy face,
Glory and praise to Jesus give
And worship at thy feet, For his redeeming grace.
2 In thy pavilion to abide 2 What troubles have we seen,
When storms of trouble blow, What conflicts have we passed,
And in thy tabernacle hide, Fightings without, and fears within,
Secure from every foe.
Since we assembled last
3 " Seek ye my face !
" Without delay, 3 But out of all, the Lord
When thus I hear thee speak, Hath brought us by his love
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Thy face, Lord, will I
" seek." And hides our life above.
4 Then leave me not when griefs assail, 4 Let us take up the cross
And earthly comforts flee Till we the crown obtain
When father, mother, kindred fail, And gladly reckon all things loss,
My God, remember me So we may Jesus gain.
James Montgomery Charles Wesley.
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2 Sing we then eternal love, 1 Children of the heavenly King,
Such as did tbe Father move As we journey, sweetly sing
He beheld Ihe world undone, Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Loved the world and gave his Son. Glorious in his works and ways.
3 Sing the Son's amazing love 2 We are traveling home to God,
How he left the realms above, In the way the fathers trod
Took our nature and our place, And when Christ our Lord shall come,
Lived and died to save our race. We shall all be gathered home.
4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
With our stubborn hearts he strove, You near Jesus' throne shall rest
Filled our minds with grief and fear, There your seats are now prepared,
Brought the precious Saviour near. There your kingdom and reward.
5 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
When the saints in heaven shall meet On the borders of your land
Jesus still will be the theme, Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
They shall always sing of him. Bids you undismayed go on.
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4ol 720, 631, 272. 4od 720, 333, 467.
1 As the hart, with eager looks, 1 Jesus, we thy promise claim
Panteth for the water-brooks, We are gathered in thy name
So my soul, athirst for thee, In the midst do thou appear
Pants the living God to see Manifest thy presence here.
2 Why art thou cast down, my soul ? 2 Sanctify us, Lord, and bless
God, thy God, shall make thee whole Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace ;
Why art thou disquieted ? Come and dwell within each heart,
God shall lift thy fallen head. Light, and life, and joy impart.
3 When, 0, when, with filial fear, 3 Make us all in thee complete

Lord, to thee my soul draws near, Make us all for glory meet
Let thy countenance benign Meet to stand before thy sight,
Be the saving health of mine. Partners with the saints in light.
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And know thy hidden name. And make me all like thee.
Till then thy perfect love impart Then let me on the mountain-top
Till thou appear below Behold thy open face,
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Short is my pilgrimage, I shall be glorified,

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Time's cold and wintry blast There '11 be the good and blest,
Soon will be overpast Those I love most and best,
I shall reach home at last, There, too, I soon shall rest
Heaven is my home. Heaven is my home.
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The tender conscience, give. If Christ control the bow.
Quick as the apple of an eye, The glowing lamp of prayer will light
God, my conscience make Thee on thy anxious road

Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 'Twill keep the goal of heaven in sight,
And keep it still awake. And guide thee to thy God.

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3 If to the right or left I stray,
4oO 83, 992.
That moment, Lord, reprove 1 There is an hour of hallowed peace
And let me weep my life away For those with cares oppressed,
For having grieved thy love. When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,
0, may the least omission pain And all be hushed to rest.
My well-instructed soul 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And drive me to the blood again And doubts which here annoy
Which makes the wounded whole. Then they that oft have sown in tears
Charles Wesley.
Shall reap again in joy.
4o7 83, 450.
1 SPEED thee, Christian,on thy way, 2 There is a home of sweet repose,
And to thy armor cling Where storms assail no more

With girded loins the call obey The stream of endless pleasure flows
That grace and mercy bring. On that celestial shore.
There is a battle to be fought, There purity and love appear,
An upward race to run, And bliss without alloy
A crown of glory to be sought, There they that oft had sown in tears
A victory to be won. Shall reap again in joy.
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Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lasting as eternity 4 Holy Ghost, no more delay
Love that found me, wondrous tho't !- — Come, and in thy temple stay
Found me when I sought him not 1
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3 Chief of sinners though I be, Strong, and permanent, and clear
Christ is all in all to me Spring of life, thyself impart
All my wants to him are known, Rise eternal in my heart.
Charles Wesley.
All my sorrows are his own
Safe with him from earthly strife, 491 7774, 956.
He sustains the hidden life. 1 Lamb of God to thee I cry: 1
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490 7774, 827. By thy pangs to us unknown,
1 Father, hear thy humble child,
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All the joy, and peace, and power
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Till the blessing thou bestow Lord, thy presence let me see,
Hear my Advocate divine Manifest thyself to me.
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Joined to his, it cannot fail
Hear thy needy servant's cry
Bless me ; for I will prevail.
With thy love my bosom fill,
3 Heavenly Father, Life divine, Prompt me to perform thy will
Change my nature into thine Then thy glory I shall see,
Move, and spread throughout my soul Thou wilt bring me home to thee.
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Our absent Lord has left us word, From sin and pain, he gladly reigns,
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Where golden harps are ringing. The joy and desire of my heart,
4 Let sorrow's rudest tempests blow, For closer communion I pine,
Each cord on earth to sever, I long to reside where thou art

Our King says, Come, and there's our home, The pasture I languish to find,
Where all who their Shepherd obey,
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1 There is no name so sweet on earth,

No name so sweet in heaven, 2 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock,
The name before his wondrous birth There only, I covet to rest
To Christ, the Saviour, given. To lie at the foot of the rock,
Chorus. Or rise to be hid in thy breast
We love to sing around our King, 'Tis there I would always abide,
And hai 1 him blessed Jesus; And never a moment depart,

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So dear, so sweet as " Jesus." Eternally held in thy heart.
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Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Thou art faithful, thou art true.
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0, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
If that love be hid from me.
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
3 Soul, then know thy full salvation Every heart to heaven aspires.
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care
From the Fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes
Joy to find in every station
'Tis the grace of pardon streaming
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee From the portals of the skies.
Think what Father's smiles are thine ;
2 Who may share this great salvation ?
Think that Jesus died to win thee ;
Every pure and humble mind,
Child of Heaven, canst thou repine ? Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Blessings all around bestowing,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer God withholds his care from none ;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee Grace and truth are ever flowing
God's own hand shall guide thee there. From the fountain of his throne.
Anon.
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Serve to draw us nearer thee. Treasures never waxing old.
In thy footsteps traced before us, Let our best affections center
There we see earth's scorn and frown On the things around the throne
There is suffering ere the glory, There no thief can ever enter
There's a cross before the crown. Moth and rust are there unknown.
3 In thy vineyard let us labor, 2 Earthly joys no longer please us

Of thy goodness let us tell Here we would renounce them all
All is ill without thy favor, Seek our only rest in Jesus
With thy presence all is well. Him our Lord and Master call.
While the evening shadows gather, Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Through this dreary night of tears, Points to brighter worlds above
Tarry with us, our Saviour, Bids us look for his appearing,
Till the morning light appears. Bids us triumph in his love.
4 Then with thee may we forever 3 May our light be always burning,
Reign with all the good and blest, And our loins be girded round,
Where no sin from thee can sever, Waiting for our Lord's returning
Where the weary are at rest Longing for the welcome sound.
There to praise the matchless Giver. Thus the Christian life adorning,
There with angels to adore Never need we be afraid,
Him who did through grace deliver Should he come at night or morning,
TJs from death forevermore. Early dawn or evening shade.
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Here I raise my Ebenezer, Daily I 'm constrained to be I
Hither by thy help I've come,
Let thy goodness like a fetter
And I hope by thy good pleasure Bind me closer still to thee.
Safely to arrive at home.
Prone to wander, Lord, 1 feel it,
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Prone to leave the God I love,
Wandering from the fold of God —
Here 's my heart 0, take and seal it
He to rescue me from danger Seal it for thy courts above.
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But what must is be to be there
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The midsummer sun shines but dim,
Of the church of the first-born above,
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The fields strive in vain to look gay
it be to be there
But when I am happy in him,
December 's as pleasant as May.
3 Our mourning is all at an end,
When, raised by the life-giving word, 2 His name yields the richest perfume,
We see the new city descend, And sweeter than music his voice ;
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The city so holy and clean, And makes all within me rejoice
No sorrow can breathe in the air I should, were he always thus nigh,
No gloom of affliction or sin, Have nothing to wish or to fear
No shadow of evil is there. No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
-A J)o Thou, midst temptation and woe, 3 My Lord, if indeed I am thine,
For heaven my spirit prepare If thou art my Sun and my Song,
And shortly I also shall know Say, why do I languish and pine ?
And feel what it is to be there. And why are my winters so long ?
Then o'er the bright fields we shall roam. drive these dark clouds from my sky,
In glory celestial and fair, Thy soul-cheering presence restore ;
With and with angels at home,

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And Jesus himself will be there. Where winter and clouds are no more.
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I march on in haste through an enemy's land;
4 Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long;
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It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
That moment Amalek prevailed.
5 Have you no words ? Ah think again !
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,

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With the sad tale of all your cares.
Around one common mercy-seat.
6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
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there, To heaven in supplication sent,
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And heayen comes down our souls to greet, "Hear what the Lord hath done for me !"
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. William Cawper.
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515 2 If pains afflict, or wrongs oppress,
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1 What various hindrances we meet
If cares distract, or fears dismay,
In coming to the mercy-seat If guilt dejects, if sins distress.
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer In every case still watch and pray.
But wishes to be often there? 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,
2 Prayer makes the darkest cloud withdraw Though thought be broken, language
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, lame
Gives exercise to faith and love, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak,
Brings every blessing from above. But pray with faith, in Jesus' name.
I? Restraining prayer, we cease to fight 4 Depend on him thou Canst not fail
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And Satan trembles when he sees Fear not his merits must prevail
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Believe his word, and trust his grace, To seize the everlasting prize,
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Where none but God can hear.
To bring salvation down.
John A. Wallace.
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And all my cares and sorrows cast 1 Our Father, God, who art in heaven,
On him whom I adore. All hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come thy will be done ;
4 I love by faith to take a view In heaven and earth the same.

Of brighter scenes to come
2 Give us this day our daily bread
The prospect doth my strength renew
And as we those forgive
While here away from home. Who sin against us, so may we
Phoebe Hinsdale Brown.
Forgiving grace receive.
DZ\j 895, 147, 644.
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Beneath the wing of night
And thine the kingdom, thine the power
There is an ear that never shuts
And glory, ever be.
When sink the beams of light. Adorn'? am jfudson.
2 There is an arm that never tires 326, 546, 669,

When human strength gives way I LOVE the Lord : he heard my cries,
There is a love that never fails And pitied every groan ;
When earthly loves decay. Long as I live, when troubles rise,

I '11 hasten to his throne.
3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs
I love the Lord he bowed his ear,
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That arm upholds the sky

That ear is filled with angel songs
And chased my grief away
let my heart no more despair,
That love is throned on high.
While I have breath to pray.
4 But there 's a power which man can wield The Lord beheld me sore distressed
When mortal aid is vain, He bade my pains remove
That eye, that arm, that love to reach, Return, my soul, to God, thy rest
That listening ear to gain. For thou hast known his love.
Isaac Watts.
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For those who follow thee. That trembles in the breast.
3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
And grace her mean abode, The falling of a tear,
with what peace, and joy, and love, The upward glancing of an eye,
Does she commune with God !
When none but God is near.
4 Author and Guardian of my life, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
Sweet Source of light divine, That infant lips can try
And all harmonious names in one, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
My Saviour thou art mine
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The Majesty on high.
yames Montgomery.
5 The thanks I owe thee, and the love,
A boundless, endless store, 396, 179, 598.
Shall echo through the realms above 1 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
When time shall be no more. While here o'er earth we rove
William Cowper. Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
0^4 775, 598, 308. The kindling of thy love.
1 Prayer is the breath of God in man, 2 With thee conversing, we forget
Returning whence it came All time, andtoil, and care
Love is the sacred fire within, Labor and pain is sweet,
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And prayer the rising flame. If thou, my God, art here.
2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, 3 Thou me to seek thy face,
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And to the weary rest. And heed when thou dost speak.
3 The humble suppliant cannot fail 4 Let my every hour employ
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To have his wants supplied, I thy glory see,
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Since He for sinners intercedes Enter into my Master's joy,
Who once for sinners died. And find my heaven in thee.
Benjamin Beddome. Charles Wesley.
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1. Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ in? itesus near ; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear.
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2 God our griefs
pities all
1 Jesus, who knows full well
He pardons every day The heart of every saint,
Almighty to protect our souls, Invites us our grief to tell
all
And wise to guide our way. To pray, and never faint.
3 How large his bounties are !
2 He bows his gracious ear,
What various stores of good, Wenever plead in vain
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, Then let us wait till he appear,
And purchased with his blood !
And pray, and pray again.
4 Jesus, our living Head, 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear
We bless thy faithful care His chosen when they cry
Our Advocate before the throne, Yes, though he may a while forbear,
And our Forerunner there. He '11 help them from on high.
5 Here fix, my roving heart 4 Then let us earnest cry,
Here wait, my
warmest love !
And never faint in prayer
Till the communion be complete, He sees, he hears, and, from on high,
In nobler scenes above. Will make our cause his care.
Philip Doddridge. John Newton.
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1 Behold the throne of grace 1 Sweetly the holy bymn
The promise calls me near Breaks on the morning air
There Jesus shows a smiling face, Before the world with smoke is dim,
And waits my prayer to hear. Wekneel and offer prayer.
2 That rich atoning blood, 2 While flowers are wet with dews,
Which sprinkled round I see, Dew of our souls descend
Provides for those who come to God Ere yet the sun the day renews,
An all-prevailing plea. Lord, thy Spirit send.
3 My soul !'
ask what thou wilt 3 Upon the battle-field,
Thou canst not be too bold Before the fight begins,
Since his own blood for thee he spilt, We seek, Lord, thy sheltering shield,
What else can he withhold ? To guard us from our sins.
4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 4 (ju the lone mountain side,
Thy presence and thy love Before the morning's light,
I ask to serve thee here below, The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
And reign with thee above. And rose refreshed with might.
5 Teach me to live by faith ;
5 0, hear us, then, for we
Conform my will to thine Are very weak and frail
Let me victorious be in death, Wemake the Saviour's name our plea.
And then in glory shine. And surely must prevail.
John Newton. C. H. Spurgeon.
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3 Lord I come to thee for rest,
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Take possession of my breast 'T is thy goodness makes me bold ;
There, thy sovereign right maintain, I can no denial take,

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4 While I am a pilgrim here,
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Be my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 1 They who seek the throne of grace

Lead me to my journey's end. Find that throne in every place
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5 Show me what I have to do, God is present everywhere.
Every hour my strength renew
Let me live a life of faith, 2 In our sickness and our health,
Let me die thy people's death. In our want, or in our wealth,
John Newton. If we look to God in prayer,
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God is present everywhere.
1 Lord ! I cannot let thee go, 3 When our earthly comforts fail,
Till a blessingthou bestow When the foes of life prevail,
Do not turn away thy face, 'T is the time for earnest prayer
Mine 's an urgent, pressing case. God is present everywhere.
2 Once a sinner, near despair, 4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer To thy Father come, and wait
Mercy heard and set him free ; He will answer every prayer
Lord that mercy came to me.
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3 Many days have passed since then, 5 Doubt him not, his promise plead
Many changes I have seen In the hour of sorest need
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Who could hold me up but thou ? Trusting in God's strength alone
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Then are my sins by thee forgiven No privilege so dear shall be,
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2 Much of my time has run to waste, 1 My opening eyes with rapture see
And I, perhaps, am near my home The light of thy returning day
But he forgives my follies past, My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee
And gives me strength for days to come. While thus my early vows I pay.
3 I lay my body down to sleep
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Their watchful stations round my bed. And reign sole monarch in my breast.
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With sweet salvation in the sound. One sinful thought, through all the day.
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My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
1 God of the morning, at thy voice
Tbe wonders of thy love declare,
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And join the strains which angels sing.
And like a giant doth rejoice Elizabeth Scott.
To run his journey through the skies.
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2 0, like the sun may I fulfill 1 Christ, with each returning morn
The appointed duties of the day Thine image to our hearts be borne
With ready mind and active will, And may we ever clearly see
March on, and keep my heavenly way. Our dearest treasure, Lord, in thee I
3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 2 All hallowed be our walk this day
Enlightening our beclouded eyes May meekness form our morning ray,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure ;
And faithful love our noontide light,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise. And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, 3 May grace each idle thought control,
And then receive me to thy bliss And sanctify each wayward soul
All my desires and hopes beside May guile depart, and malice cease,
Are faint and cold compared with this. And all within be joy and peace.
Isaac Watts. Anon.
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5 Teach me this fleeting life to live,
So that the grave no dread shall give
My weary eyelids gently steep, ;
Be my last thought how sweet to — rest

Teach me to die, so that I may
With joy behold the Judgment day.
Forever on my Saviour's breast
Thomas Ken.
3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 544 101, 212, 914.
For without thee I cannot live 1 How sweet the light of Sabbath eve !
Abide with me when night is nigh, How soft the sunbeams lingering there !
For without thee I dare not die. For these blest hours the world I leave,
4 Be near and bless me when I wake, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.
Ere through the world my way I take 2 Season of rest the tranquil soul
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Till in the ocean of thy love Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love
I lose myself in heaven above. And while these sacred moments roll,
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54d 638, 212, 301. 3 Nor will our days of toil be long
1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, Our pilgrimage will soon be trod
For the blessings of the light
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Keep me, mighty King of kings, The endless Sabbath of our God.
Beneath the shadow of thy wings, James Edmeston.
545 627, 514, 316.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
1 My God, how endless is thy love !
The ills which I this day have done Thy every evening new
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That with the world, myself, and thee, And morning mercies from above,
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I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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3 Be thou my Guardian while I sleep 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Thy watchful station near me keep Great Guardian of my sleeping hours
My heart with love celestial fill, Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And guard me from the approach of ill. And quickens
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The bliss of thy paternal care To thee I consecrate my days
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, Perpetual blessings from thy hand
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and sing thy love. Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Isaac Watts.
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To plead for all his saints, Salutes thy waking eye
Presenting at his Father's throne Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
Our songs and our complaints. To Him who rules on high.
3 may thy Spirit guide my feet 2 Night unto night his name repeats,
In ways of righteousness The day renews the sound,
Make every path of duty straight Wide as the heavens on which he sits
And plain before my face. To turn the seasons round.
4 The men that love and fear thy name 3 'T is he supportsmy mortal frame
Shall see their hopes fulfilled My tongue shall speak his praise
The mighty God will compass them My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
With favor as a shield. But yet his wrath delays.
Isaac Watts.
4 God, let all my hours be thine,
547 114, 179, 147. While I enjoy the light
1 Lord my life, may thy praise
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Employ my noblest powers, And bring a peaceful night.
Whose goodness lengthens out my days, Isaac Watts.
And fills the circling hours. 549 724, 308, 681.
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And restless pains and woes, Whom thou in love hast given,
In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, Remain regardless of thy word,
And undisturbed repose. Without a hope of heaven ?
3 the same parental care
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My waking hours attend And save our children dear
From every danger, every snare, Now send thy Spirit from on high,
My trembling steps defend And fill them with thy fear.
4 Smile on my moments as they roll, 3 make them love thy holy law,
And guide my future days And joyfulwalk therein
And let thy goodness fill my soul Their hearts to new obedience draw
With gratitude and praise. Save them from every sin.
Anne Steele. Anon.
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may we only thee obey, When one their wish^ and one their prayer,
And to thy glory live. And one their heavenly rest.
3 Uphold us with thy mighty hand 2 Happy the home where Jesus' name
Our words and thoughts restrain Is sweet to every ear;
And bow our souls to thy command, Where children early lisp his fame,
Nor let our faith be vain. And parents hold him dear.
4 Prisoners of hope, we wait the hour 3 Happy the home where prayer is heard,
Which shall salvation bring And praise is wont to rise
When all we are shall own thy power, Where parents love the sacred word,
And call our Jesus King. And live but for the skies.
Charles Wesley.
4 Lord, let us in our homes agree,
551 646, 354, 669.
This blessed peace to gain
1 The sun rolls down the distant west, Unite our hearts in love to thee,
Soft twilight steals abroad And love to all will reign.
To welcome in the day of rest, Anon.
The Sabbath of our Lord. OOD 396, 176, 646.
2 This holy day let us begin 1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bound
With songs of praise to God, Of each revolving year
Who pardons all our guilt and sin, How swift the weeks complete their round
Through Jesus' precious blood. How short the months appear
3 Now in this tranquil hour we lay 2 So fast eternity comes on,
All worldly cares aside, And that important day
And hallow God's most holy day, When all that mortal life hath done
Though friends or foes may chide. God's judgment shall survey.
4 'T is not to seek the world's applause 3 Awake, God, my careless heart
That we from labor rest Its great concerns to see,
We strive to keep God's holy laws, That I may act the Christian's part,
And he these moments blessed. And give the years to thee.
Philif Doddridge.
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2 Lord, keep us safe this night, 1 The swift declining day,
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Till morning light appears. Grains on the western sky.
3 And if we early rise, 2 Ye mortals, mark its pace,
And view the unwearied sun, And use the hours of light
May we set out to win the prize, And know, its Maker can command
And after glory run. At once death's silent night.
4 And when our days are past, 3 Give glory to the Lord,
And we from time remove, Who rules the whirling sphere
0, may we in thy bosom rest Submissive at his footstool bow,
The bosom of thy love. And seek salvation there.
John Leland.
4 Then shall new luster break
555 688, 810, 266.
Through death's impending gloom,
1 See how the morning sun And lead you to unchanging light
Pursues his shining way, In your celestial home.
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise Philip Doddridge.
With every brightening ray.
50 I 658, 810, 236.
2 Thus would my rising soul 1 We our hearts to thee,

lift
Its heavenly Parent sing, Day-star from on high 1
And to its great original The sun itself is but thy shade,
The humble tribute bring. Yet cheers both earth and sky.
3 Serene I laid me down 2 thy rising beams
let
Beneath his guardian care ;
The night of sin disperse,
I slept, and I awoke, and found The mists of error and of vice
My kind Preserver near. Which shade the universe.
4 My life I would anew 3 How beauteous nature now 1
Devote, Lord, to thee How dark and sad before I
And in thy kingdom I would spend With joy we view the pleasing change,
A bright eternity. And nature's Gfod adore.
Elisabeth Scott. John Wesley.
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But thy compassions, Lord, 1 The light of Sabbath eve
To endless years endure Is fading fast away
And children's children ever find
What record will it for us leave,
The words of promise sure.
To crown the closing day ?
Isaac Watts.
89, 732, 403. 2 Is a Sabbath spent

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1 Another day is gone, Of fruitless

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Great God, we bow to thee Or have these moments to us lent
Again, as shades of night steal on, Been sacredly employed ?
Unto thy side we flee.
3 To waste these Sabbath hours,
2 0, when shall that day come, may we never dare
Ne'er sinking in the west, Nor desecrate with words of ours
That country and that happy home, These sacred days of prayer.
Where none shall break our rest
4 But may our Sabbaths here
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And pleasure without end,
And prove a blessed foretaste clear,
And golden harps, that never cease,
Of that sweet rest above.
With joyous hymns shall blend? Anon.
William J. Blew.
5(52 688, 403, 736.
ODD 238, 288, 738.
1 The Saviour kindly calls
1 The Lord, is spent
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Our children to his breast
Abide with us, and rest He folds them in his gracious arms
Our hearts' desires are fully bent
Himself declares them blest.
On making thee our Guest.
2 " Let them approach," he cries,
2 We have not reached that land, " Nor scorn their humble claim
That happy land, as yet,
The heirs of heaven are such as these
Where holy angels round thee stand,
For such as these I came."
Whose sun can never set.
3 Our sun is sinking now, 3 With joy we bring them, Lord,
Our day is almost o'er; Devoting them to thee
Sun of Righteousness, do thou Imploring that, as we are thine,
Shine on us evermore 1
Thine may our offspring be.
John Neal. Henry U. Onderdonk.
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2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 1 Now the shades of night are gone,
Naught escapes, without, within, Now is past the early dawn
Pardon each infirmity, Lord, we would be thine to-day
Open fault, and secret sin. Drive the shades of sin away.
3 Soon from us the light of day 2 Make our souls as noonday clear,
Shall forever pass away Banish every doubt and fear
Then, from sin and sorrow free, In thy vineyard, Lord, to-day,
Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee.
George W. Doane.
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3 When our work of life is past,
004 720, 457, 953.
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1 Softly fades the twilight ray
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2 Night her solemn mantle spreads 1 SAViouPt, breathe an evening blessing
O'er the earth as daylight fades, Ere repose our spirits seal
All things tell of calm repose Sin and want we come confessing
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3 Peace is on the world abroad 2 Though destruction walk around us,
'Tis the holy peace of God, Though the arrows past us fly,
Symbol of the peace within Angel guards from thee surround us
When the spirit rests from sin. We are safe if thou art nigh.
4 Stillthe Spirit lingers near, 3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Where the evening worshiper Darkness cannot hide from thee
Seeks communion with the skies, Thou art he, who, never weary,
Pressing onward to the prize. Watchest where thy people be.
5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
Days of joy and peace in thee, And command us to the tomb,
Till in heaven our souls repose, May the morn of glory wake us,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. Clad in bright, eternal bloom.
Samuel F. Smith. James Edmeston.
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Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a lit— tie longer wait, But how little none can know.
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As the winged arrow flies
Pardon of our sins renew
Speedily the mark to find,
Teach us henceforth how to live
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
With eternity in view
. Bless thy word to young and old,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Fill us with a Saviour's love,
Bear us down life's rapid stream
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; And when life's short tale is told,
All below is but a dream.
May we dwell with him above.
John Newton.
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I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ;
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What but thy grace can foil the tempter's thy victory ?
power ? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Henry F. Lyte
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Won by thy love, we turn to Him How long my soul thine absence mourn,
Who died to save us from our sin. And still despair of thy return ?
3 Hear us, great Shepherd of thy sheep !
2 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Our wanderings heal, our footsteps keep :
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest ?
We seek thy sheltering fold again, If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
Nor shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain. I sleep in everlasting night.
4 God we praise thee for thy grace

! 3 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
How sweet the smiling of thy face ! Thy mercy now end my grief;
shall
let thy grace our hearts control, For I have trusted in thy grace,
And fill with love each longing soul. And shall again behold thy face.
Isaac Watts.
5 Teach us to know and love thy way
And grant, to life's remotest day, 572 638, 101, 136.
i My God, permit me not to be
By thine unerring guidance led,
Our willing feet thy paths may tread. A stranger to myself and thee
Josz'ak Pratt. Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
570 316, 101, 19,

Forgetful of my highest love.
1 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies !

2 Why should my passions mix with earth.
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes And thus debase my heavenly birth ?
Nor let the offenses of my hand Why should I cleave to things below,
Within thy book recorded stand. And let my God, my Saviour, go ?
2 Give me a will to thine subdued, 3 Call me away from flesh and sense
A conscience pure, a soul renewed ;
One sovereign word can draw me thence :
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, I would obey the voice divine,
An outcast from thy presence roam. And all inferior joys resign.
3 0, letthy Spirit to my heart 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ;
Once more his quickening aid impart Let noise and vanity be gone
My mind from every fear release, In secret silence of the mind,
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. My heaven, and there my God, I find.
James Merrick. Isaac Watts.
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3 Through the windings of my heart,
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And still its beams unerring dart, for one happy, cloudless hour
Till all be known and purified. Of sacred freedom, sweet delight
4 Then let the visits of thy love 3 Come, gracious Lord thy love can raise !
My inmost soul be made My captive powers from sin and death,

to share,
Till every grace combine to prove And fill my heart and life with praise,
That God has fixed his dwelling there. And tune my last expiring breath.
Philip Doddridge.
4 Take, then, Lord, this heart of mine,
574 431, 314, 136.
My my joy, my care
grateful love,
1 thou that hearest when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
No longer dead to things divine,
With thee my best affections are.
Behold me not with angry look, Anne Steele.
But blot their memory from thy book.
576 136, 624, 61.
2 Create my nature pure within, 1 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
And form my soul averse to sin ; That I shall find my all in thee ?
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, The fullness of thy promise prove,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. The seal of thine eternal love ?
3 I cannot live without thy light, 2 Ah wherefore did I ever doubt ?

!
Cast out and banished from thy sight Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
Thy holy joys, my God, restore, A helpless soul that comes to thee
And guard me, that I fall no more. With only sin and misery.
4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 3 Lord, I am blind be thou my sight ;
His help and comfort still afford Lord, I am weak be thou my might ;
And let a sinner seek thy throne helper of the helpless be, A
To plead the merits of thy Son. And let me find my all in thee.
Isaac Watts. Charles Wesley.
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2 Our contrite spirits pitying see 1 My head is low, my heart is sad,
True penitence impart My feet with travel torn,
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Beam hope on every heart. To see thy child return.
3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 2 It was thy love that homeward led,
May we our wills resign Thine arm that upward stayed ;
Nor let a thought our bosom share It is thy hand which on my head
Which is not wholly thine. Is now in mercy laid.
4 Let faith each meek petition fill,

3 Saviour, in this broken heart
And waft it to the skies Confirm the trembling will,
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still Which longs to reach thee where thou art,
That grants it or denies. Best in thee, and be still.
Joseph D. Carlyle.
4 Within that bosom which hath shed
578 779, 794, 399.
Both tears and blood for me,
1 Jesus, thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad -:
let me hide this aching head,
Once pressed and blessed by thee.
Then shall my feet no longer rove, John S. Monseii.
Nor leave the heavenly road.
OOl) 724, 399, 147.
2 0, that in me
the sacred fire 1 How oft this wretched, sinful heart
Might now begin to glow Has wandered from the Lord !
Burn up the dross of base desire, How oft my

roving thoughts depart,
And make the mountains flow. Forgetful of his word I
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3 0, that it now from heaven might fall, 2 Yet mercy calls me now, " Return ;
And all my sins consume Saviour, to thee I come

Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call My vile ingratitude I mourn
Spirit of burning, come. take the wanderer home
4: Refining fire, go through my heart 3 Thy love, so full, so free, so sweet,
Illuminate my soul Blest Saviour, I adore
Scatter thy life through every part keep me at thy sacred feet,
And sanctify the whole. And let me rove no more.
Charles Wesley. Anne Steele.
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4 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round
Sweet Messenger of rest
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
As showers that usher in the spring,
And drove thee from my breast. And cheer the thirsty ground ;
5 So shall his presence bless our souls,
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed
And shed a joyful light
How sweet their memory still That hallowed morn shall chase away
But they have left an aching void The sorrows of the night.
The world can never fill. John Morrison.
4 The dearest idol I have known, OOt> 639, 1075, 117.
Whate'er that idol be, 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt
Help me to tear it from thy throne, The Saviour's pardoning blood
And worship only thee. Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
5 So shall my walk be
with God,close
And bring me home to God.
Calm and serenemy frame 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
So purer light shall mark the road His praises tuned my tongue
That leads me to the Lamb. And when the evening shades prevailed,
Wm. Cowper,
His love was all my song.
5o U 322, 895, 227.
1 Come, let us to the Lord our God
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine
With contrite hearts return
And when I read his holy word,
Our Gfod is gracious, nor will leave
I called each promise mine.
The desolate to mourn.
4 But now, when evening shade prevails,
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave; My soul in darkness mourns
His arm, though it be strong to smite,
And when the morn the light reveals,
Is also strong to save.
No light to me returns.
3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,

5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail
make my soul thy care
know him and rejoice
Shall
I know thy mercy cannot fail
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs his
Let me that mercy share.
voice.
John Newton.
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2 Touch with thy mighty hand
To drive me from thy feet ?
Alarm me in this hour
let not this last refuge fail,
And make me fully understand This only safe retreat.
My danger and thy power.
4 Absent from thee, my Light,
3 Give me on thee to call,
Without one cheering ray,
Always to watch and pray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night.
Lest I into temptation fall,
How desolate my way
And cast my shield away.
5 On this benighted heart
4 For each assault prepared
With beams of mercy shine,
And ready may I he And let thy voice again impart
Forever standing on my guard,
And looking up to thee.
A taste of joy divine.
Anne Steele.
5 do thou always warn OOD 732, 762, 236.

My soul of evil near 1 Jesus, full of grace,
When to the right or left I turn, To thee I make my moan
Thy voice still let me hear Let me again behold thy face,
6" Come back this is the way
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may I hearken and obey, Again my soul restore,
And shun the paths of sin. And freely my backslidings heal,
Charles Wesley.
And bid me sin no more.
5o5 89, 568, 736.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise ?
1 thou whose mercy hears
Speak, and my soul shall live
Contrition's humble sigh, " Forgive," my stricken spirit cries,
;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears " Abundantly forgive."

From Sorrow's weeping eye ;
4 Thine utmost mercy show

2 See, at thy throne of grace,
Say to my drooping soul,
Awretched wanderer mourn " In peace and full assurance go •,
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? Thy faith hath made thee whole."
Hast thou not said, " Return " ? Charles Wesley.
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Turned thy darkness into light. Oft to murmur and complain ;
3 Can a mother's tender care 4 These, and every secret fault, -
Cease toward the child she bare ? Filled with grief and shame we own
Yes, she may forgetful be, Humbled at thy feet we lie,
Yet will I remember thee. Seeking pardon from thy throne.
Jane Taylor.
4 Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the hights above,
DO«7 720, 457, 531.
Deeper than the depths beneath,

1 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft causes anxious thought
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Free and faithful, strong as death.
Do I love the Lord, or no ?
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, Am I his, or am I not ?
When the work of grace is done
2 Could my heart so hard remain,
Partner of my throne shalt be
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?
Every trifle give me pain,
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint If I knew a Saviour's love ?
That my love's so weak and faint
Yet I love thee, and adore 3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
for grace to love thee more
Find my sin a grief and thrall
William Cowper. Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all ?
000 883, 457, 407.
1 GrOD of mercy, God of grace, 4 Could I joy with saints to meet,
Hear our sad, repentant song Choose the ways I once abhorred,
Sorrow dwells on every face, Find at times the promise sweet,
Penitence on every tongue. If I did not love the Lord ?
2 Deep regret for follies past, 5 Lord, decide the doubtful case,
Talents wasted, time misspent; Thou who art thy people's Sun
Hearts debased by worldly cares, Shine upon thy work of grace,
Thankless for the blessings lent If it be indeed begun.
John Newton
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1 Jesus, Friend of sinners, hear
The gracious wonder show
Yet once again, I pray
Cast my sins behind thy back,
From my debt of sin set clear,
. And wash me white as snow
For I have naught to pay
If thy pity now is stirred,
Speak, speak the kind release,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
A
poor backsliding soul restore
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And break my heart of stone.
And bid me sin no more.
See me, Saviour, from above, 2 For my selfishness and pride
Nor suffer me to die Thou hast withdrawn thy grace
Life, and happiness, and love, Left me long to wander wide,
Drop from thy gracious eye An outcast from thy face
Speak the reconciling word, But I now my sins confess,
And let thy mercy melt me down ; And mercy, mercy, I implore
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, Love me freely, seal my peace,
And break my heart of stone. And bid me sin no more.
Clothe mewith thy holiness, 3 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread
Thy meek humility A
hardness o'er my heart
Put on me thy glorious dress But if thou thy Spirit shed,
Endue my soul with thee The stony shall depart
Let thine image be restored, Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
Thy name and nature let me prove And let me feel thy softening power
Fill me with thy fullness, Lord, Love me freely, seal my peace,
And perfect me in love. And bid me sin no more.
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3 Undaunted to the field he goes Perils and snares beset thee round
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Beware of all, guard every part
Unless, to foil his legion foes,
But most the traitor in thy heart.
He takes the trustiest weapon, prayer.
4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer's strength, 4 The terror and the charm repel,
Sin, death, and hell, he tramples down The powers of earth, and powers of hell
Fights the good fight, and wins at length, The Man of Calvary triumphed here
Through mercy, an immortal crown. Why should his faithful followers fear ?
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The weight of thine immortal shield
1 Stand up, my soul shake off thy ! fears
Put on the armor, from above,
And gird the gospel armor on Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
Awake and run the heavenly race Anna L. Barbatild.
Let every trembling thought be gone.
595 223, 19, 104.
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Their everlasting circles run. In Christ, your Captain, ye may boast;

Isaac Watts. He rules the world and conquers death.
594 19, 538, 875. 3 Go forth, and mingle in the strife
1 Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; Which God commands, which Christ
See where thy foes against thee rise, approves
In long array, a numerous host Go struggle for eternal life,
Awake, my soul or thou art lost.I And all the joys the Christian loves.
Anon.
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That heavenly mansion mine shall be. My heavenly mansion is secure.
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3 A cloud of witnesses around
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Hold thee in full survey
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Forget the steps already trod,
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And onward urge thy way. Isaac Watts.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, OUU 399, 179, 644.
Our race have we begun 1 0, it is hard to work for God,

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet To rise and take his part
We'll lay our trophies down. Upon this battle-field of earth,
Philip Doddridge. And not sometimes lose heart
OUU 794, 869, 446. 2 He hides himself so wondrously,
1 Am I a soldier of the cross, As though there were no God ;
A follower of the Lamb ? He is least seen when all the powers

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Whilst others fought to win the prize, Just when we need him most.
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4 It is not so, but so it looks
3 Are there no foes for me to face ? And we lose courage then
Must I not stem the flood ? And doubts will come though God hath
Is this vile world a friend of grace, kept
To help me on to God ? His promises to men.
4 Sure I must fight if I would reign 5 But right is right, since God is God ;
Increase my courage, Lord And right the day must win

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, To doubt would be disloyalty,
Supported by thy word. To falter would be sin
Frederick W. Faber.
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2 Control my every thought
3 Ne'er think the victory won, My whole of sin remove
Nor lay thine armor down Let all my works in thee be wrought,
Thy arduous task will not be done Let all be wrought in love,
Till thou obtain the crown.
George Heath. 3 arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb, that was in thee
KyijU 810, 558, 732.
And let my knowing zeal be joined
1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, With perfect charity.
And put your armor on
Fight, for the battle will be ours
4 With calm and tempered zeal
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Perverting oft the word of God, 1 My soul, weigh not thy life
And say 't is by command. Against thy heavenly crown
Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife
4 Put all the armor on, To beat thy courage down.
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'11 If thou thy part fulfill
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Thy sword is stronger still.
6 The battle 's almost o'er 4 Thine armor is divine,
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Then with our glorious, conquering King And on thy head shall quickly shine
We '11 sit down on his throne. The diadem of God.
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3 No ye souls who faltering stand,
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Clears the path the martyrs trod Soon shall victory tune your song.
4 Truth ! trusty weapon strong 3 Let not sorrow dim your eye
Theme for an immortal song Soon shall every tear be dry
Satan's trembling hosts declare Let not fears your course impede
This is mighty, joined with prayer. Great your strength if great your need
F. E. Belden. Anon.
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Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam,
I will go forward, for this is my theme,
Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.
There, there is rest, there is rest.
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Yet I am blest, I am blest.
Joyfully meeting to part nevermore.
Sweet is the promise I read in his word,
Sounds of sweet melody fall on the ear
Blessed are they who have died in the Lord
Harps of the blessed, your voices I '11 hear
They will be called to receive their reward
Filling with harmony heaven's high dome,
Then there is rest, there is rest. " Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home."
4 This world of cares is a wilderness 3 Death with his weapons of war has laid low
state,
Here is no rest, is no rest Many a pilgrim who feared not the blow
Here I must bear from the world all its Jesus has broken the bars of the tomb
bate, Joyfully, joyfully, will they come home.
Yet I am blest, I am blest. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,

Soon shall I be from the wicked released, Death shall be banished, his scepter be
Soon shall the weary forever be blest, gone
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,
Then there is rest, there is rest. Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
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Glory-gilt mountains resplendent are seen, In each affliction his mercies unfold
Murmur then not that he stirreth thy nest,
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Filling the earth as the waves fill the sea Never of Providence dare to complain
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Crushed is the vintage that yieldeth the
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sin, Works he doeth all well:
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Trials without and temptations within, This, that prepares for the mansions of
Onward still urge thy lone way,
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Joyful in hope of the long-promised day.
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His rest at every stage
Has nobly bled and died, Thither his raptured thoughts ascend,
Counting it joy to give his life Eternal joys to share ;
For Him once crucified. There his adoring spirit bends,
And when our Captain comes again, While here he kneels in prayer.
Those from the dead he '11 bring ; From earth his freed affections rise
And they with us, and we with them, To fix on things above,
Triumphantly will sing. Where all his hope of glory lies,
And love is perfect love

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And sing the victor's song May more and more abound.
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If day by day I may but share The cross endured, my Lord, by thee ?
Thine approbation, my God
4 What, then, is he whose scorn I dread ?
3 The friends I love may turn from me, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid ?
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" Forgive they know not what they do." 5 Yes, let men rage since thou wilt spread
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4 Let me but know, where'er I roam,
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That I am doing Jesus' will
Will still my sure refreshment prove.
And though I've neither friends nor home, Johann. y. Winkler.
My heart shall glow with gladness still.
5 To that bright, blest, immortal morn,
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1 Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,
By holy prophets long foretold, And fix my frail, inconstant heart
My eager, longing eyes I turn, Henceforth my chief desire shall be
And soon its glories shall behold. To dedicate myself to thee,
6 Then the scoffs and scorn I've borne
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To everlasting joys will turn, One thought soul with joy
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In glorious immortality; That silent, secret thought shall be
Charles Fitch. That all my thoughts are fixed on thee.
V4D 843, 875, 816.
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1 Shall I, for fear of feeble man, Thy presence, Lord, fills every place
The Spirit's course in me restrain ? And wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Or, undismayed in deed and word,
Still shall my spirit rest with thee.
Be a true witness of my Lord ?
2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I 4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
Conceal the word of God most high ? And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
How then before thee shall I dare My sweetest thoughts henceforth shall be,
To stand, or how thine anger bear ? That all I want I find in thee.
yean F. Oberlin.
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And serve the cause of such a Friend. Isaac Watts.
3 I would not sigh for worldly joy, vZu 624, 638, 875.
Or to increase my worldly good 1 And is the gospel peace and love ?

Nor future days nor powers employ Such let our conversation be
To spread a sounding name abroad. The serpent blended with the dove-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
4 'T is to my Saviour I would live,
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
To him who for my ransom died And tempt our thoughts and tongues
Nor could all worldly honor give to strife
Such bliss as crowns me at his side. To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
my Bright Pattern of the Christian life.

5 His work hoary age shall bless
When youthful vigor is no more 3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
And my last hour of life confess The labors of his life were love
His saving love, his glorious power. Then if we bear the Saviour's name,
Philip Doddridge. By his example let us move.
UÔ 787, 932, 104. 4 0, how benevolent and kind
1 So let our lips and lives express How —
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The holy gospel we profess ;
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The honors of our gracious Lord,
Or rash, or idle, or unkind ?
When his salvation reigns within, how shall I, most gracious Lord,
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And grace subdues the power of sin.
This mark of true perfection find ?
3 Our and sense must be denied,
flesh 2 Thy sinless mind in me reveal
Passion and envy, lust and pride Thy Spirit's plenitude impart
While justice, temperance, truth, and love And all my spotless life shall tell
Our inward piety approve. That thou hast purified my heart.
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The haughty frown may I not fear, Then I rejoice in deep distress,
But with a lowly meekness bear. Upheld by all-sufficient grace.
3 Let the envenomed heart and tongue, 2 I can do all things, or can bear
The hand outstretched to do me wrong, All suffering, if my Lord be there
Excite no feelings in my breast, Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
But such as Jesus oft expressed. While he my sinking head sustains.
4 To others let me always give 3 I glory in infirmity,
What I from others would receive. That Christ's own power may rest on me
Nor, when provoked, with anger burn, When I am weak, then am I strong
Nor evil word or act return. Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
Isaac Watts.
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And God himself, the God of love, 1 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
His own resemblance will approve. What were his works, from day to day,
Benjamin Beddome. But miracles of power and grace
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1 Weaned from
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Surrendered to the Crucified. Be witnessed by each rolling sun.
2 Securely hid from sin and strife, 3 That man may last, but never lives,
The lust, the pomp, the pride of life Who much receives, but nothing gives ;
Prepared for heaven my noblest care ;

Whom none canlove, whom none can thank,
To have my conversation there. Creation's blot, creation's blank !
3 Nothing save Jesus would I know 4 But he who marks, from day to day,
My friend, and my companion, thou In generoufe acts his radiant way,
Constrain my soul thy sway to own Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
Self-will, self-righteousness dethrone. The path to glory and to God.
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2 Walk in the light and thou ! shalt own 1 I 'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Thy darkness passed away Nor to defend his cause,
Because that light on thee hath shone Maintain the honor of his word,
In which is perfect day. The glory of his cross.
3 Walk in the and e'en the tomb
light ! 2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name
No wear
fearful shade shall His name is all my trust
Glory shall chase away its gloom, Nor will he put my soul to shame,
For Christ hath conquered there. Nor let my hope be lost.
4 Walk in the light ! and thine shall be 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
A path, though thorny, bright And he can well secure
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, What I 've committed to his hands
And God himself is light. Till the decisive hour.
Bernard Barton.
4 Then will he own my worthless name
DOD 399, 364, 114.
Before his Father's face,
1 Heed not the tempter's siren voice,
And in the New Jerusalem
A deep with dangers rife Reserve for me a place.
Mortal, thou hast a nobler choice Isaac Watts.
Life, life, eternal life.
bOO 724, 669, 117.
2 0, shun the world's bewitching snare, 1 Let worldly minds the world pursue
Its fever,and its strife ;
It has no charms for me
Mortal, thou hast a nobler share Once I admired its trifles too,
Life, life, eternal life. But grace has set me free.
3 Like Abram hast thou faith to bear 2 Its joys can now no longer please,
The sacrificial knife ? Nor e'en content afford
Then with the faithful thou shalt share Far from my heart be joys like these,
Life, life, eternal life. For I have seen the Lord.
4 For love of God canst thou lay down 3 As by the light of opening day
Thy 'mid hottest strife ?
life The stars are all concealed,
Then thou hast won a starry crown So earthly pleasures fade away
Life, life, eternal life. When Jesus is revealed.
Anon. John Newton,
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2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 1 Saviour, may we never rest
Anew from day to day, Tillthou art formed within
In joys the world can never give, Till thou hast calmed our troubled breast,
Nor ever take away. And crushed the power of sin l
3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, 2 0, may we gaze upon thy cross,
And make me wholly thine, Until the wondrous sight
That I may nevermore depart,
Makes earthly treasures seem but dross,
Nor grieve thy love divine.
Benjamin Cleveland.
And earthly sorrows light
O40 179, 808, 943. 3 Until, released from carnal ties,
1 Are vain desires within my heart ? Our spirit upward springs,
Search, gracious God, and see j And sees when earthly glory dies,
Or do I act a haughty part ? True joy in heavenly things.
Lord, I appeal to thee.
4 There as we gaze may we become
2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, United, Lord, to thee
And all my carriage mild, And in a fairer, happier home
Content, my Father, with thy will,
Thy perfect beauty see.
And quiet as a child. Anon.
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Shall have a large reward Father, whate'er of earthly
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Let saints in sorrow be resigned, Thy sovereign will denies,
And trust a faithful Lord.
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Isaac Watts.
Let this petition rise :
641 779, 747.

1 Thy home is with the humble, Lord! 2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
The simple are the best From every murmur free
Thy lodging is in child-like hearts The blessings of thy grace impart,
Thou makest there thy rest. And make me live to thee.
2 Dear Comforter eternal Love
! 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
If thou wilt stay with me ;
My life and death attend
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways, Thy presence through my journey shine,
Myheart the home shall be. And crown my journey's end.
Anon. Anne Steele.
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For which they hungered sore
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Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

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Their souls shall thirst no more.
A copy, Lord, of thine !
3 Because I am the Truth, the Life, 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
All fullness dwells in me Come quickly from above,
They know no want, no sin, no strife, Write thy new name upon my heart,
Through all eternity. Thy new, best name of love.
Charles Wesley.
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And feel my need of thee
2 Each gift but helps my soul to learn
To long for righteousness below
Till I thy fullness see.
How boundless is thy store ;
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I go from strength to strength, and yearn
For thee, my Helper, more.
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1 FOR a heart to praise my God 3 How can my soul divinely soar,

A heart from sin set free How keep the shining way,
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood And not more tremblingly adore,
So freely shed for me And not more humbly pray ?
2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 4 The more I triumph in thy gifts,
My dear Redeemer's throne The more I wait on thee,
Where only Christ is heard to speak, The grace that mightily uplifts
Where Jesus reigns alone Most sweetly humbleth me.
5 The heaven where I would stand complete
3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, My lowly love shall see,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
And stronger grow the yearning sweet,
FromHim that dwells within.

My blessed Lord, for thee.
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Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, For all the losses I sustain
Is upward drawn to God. Of honor, riches, friends.
3 Dependent on thy bounteous breath,
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives.
We seek thy grace alone, How worthless they appear
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
Compared with thee, supremely good,
To keep us still thine own.
Reginald Heber. Divinely bright and fair
O4o 207, 724, 446. 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee

1 Delightful work ! young souls to win. A single smile obtain,
And turn the rising race The loss of all things I could bear,
From the deceitful paths of sin, And glory in my gain.
To seek redeeming grace. Benjamin Beddome.
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To guide untutored youth, The brightest things below the sky
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The Way, the Life, the Truth. We should suspect some danger nigh
4 Almighty God, thine influence shed, Where we possess delight.
To aid this blest design
Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The honors of thy name be spread,
The partners of our blood,
And all the glory thine.
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And leave but half for God I
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1 And must I part with all I have, My Saviour, let thy beauties be
My dearest Lord, for thee ? My soul's eternal food ;
It isbut right since thou hast done And grace command my heart away
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To hardship, grief, and loss ; 1 Blest are the pure in heart
Bold to take up, firm to sustain For they our God shall see,
The consecrated cross. And from his presence ne'er depart
4 I want a godly fear, Through all eternity.
A quick, discerning eye, 2 I will be their delight
That looks to thee when sin is near, Who here delight in me,
And sees the tempter fly And they shall walk with me in white
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Thine own this moment seize Bestore to thee thine own ;
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And rocks and dangers fill the way, 2 Though snares and dangers throng my path
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To bear each other's burdens here, Support me in the whelming flood
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And swift our hands to aid. We have in weakness trod.
4 So Jesus looked on dying man, 3 Forget not thou hast often sinned,
When, throned above the skies, And sinful yet must be :
And in the Father's bosom blest, Deal gently with the erring one,
He felt compassion rise. As God has dealt with thee.
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3 This is the grace that lives and sings 2 Wide it unvails celestial worlds,
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In the sweet realms of bliss. Nor bids us seek in vain.
4 Before we quite forsake our clay, 3 It shows the precious promise sealed
Or leave this dark abode, With the Redeemer's blood,
The wings of love bear us away, And helps our feeble hope to rest
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'6 A land where sin can never come, How many hearts thou mightst have had
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And that without alloy. Of that sweet touch of thine !
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6 Fly, lingering moments, fly, 0, fly, 0, happy, happy that I am !
Dear Saviour, quickly come ! If thou canst be, Faith,

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Look on thy hands, and read it there The secret of thy love unfold
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Our ardent zeal to show 'Tis full of anxious care.
Our deeds, though like the noon-day sun,
Speak gently to the aged one,
Of no avail would prove, Grieve not the careworn heart;
No sacrifice a merit claims
The sands of life are nearly run,
That is not crowned by love.
Let them iD peace depart.
Love suffers long and envies not,
Endures, forbears, believes,
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All things it hopes, all things forgives,
They must have toiled in vain
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That lights the darkest gloom, In suffering and distress,
And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er The mind which still on thee is stayed,
The prospects of the tomb. Is kept in perfect peace.
3 There a cheering voice

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That the soul above,
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Dispels the painful, anxious doubt, 'Mid raging storms exults to find
And whispers, " God is love." An everlasting rest.
4 That voice from Calvary's bight 3 Sorrow and fear are gone,
Proclaims the soul forgiven Whene'er thy face appears
That star is revelation's light, It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
That hope, the hope of heaven. And dries the widow's tears.
Anon.
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4 It hallows every cross
It sweetly comforts me,
1 Faith the polar star
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Directs his wanderings from afar

And find my all in thee.
To realms of endless day 5 God, to whom I fly,

2 Faith the rain-bow's form
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Do thou my wishes fill
Hung on the brow of heaven, What though created streams are dry?
The glory of the passing storm, Thou art my fountain still.
The pledge of mercy given 6 Stripped of each earthly friend,

3 The Faith that works by love,
I find them all in one
And purifies the heart,
And peace and joy which never end,
A foretaste of the joys above And heaven, in thee alone.
To mortals can impart 7 Here, then, I doubt no more,
4 It guides us far from strife, But in his pleasure rest
Where'er our footsteps roam, Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and
And promises eternal life power,
When we have reached our home. Engage to make me blest.
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4 No sorrow there shall dim the eye,
The lids that overflow with tears, No wintry winds or storms are nigh,
And weary hours of woe and pain No sighs borne on the fragrant air
Are promises of happier years. But all shall in the glory share.
3 There is a day of sunny rest 5 Awake, for lo, not distant far,
For every dark and troubled night, The rising of the Morning Star
And grief may hide an evening guest, watch to catch the new-born ray
But joy shall come with early light. That ushers in a cloudless day.
6 Hail glorious morn, whose radiant light
4 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
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Shall bid the darkness take its flight

Though life its common gifts deny
Shall chase the shades of gloom away,
Though with a sad and broken heart,
He sees his hopes most cherished die.
And night be turned to endless day.
__~ Annie R. Smith.
5 For God has marked each sorrowing day. \ydo 223, 538, 136.
And numbered every secret tear, 1 Not the nobles of the earth,
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And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay Who boast the honors of their birth,
For all his children suffer here.
So high a dignity can claim,
William Cullen Bryant.
As those who bear the Christian name.
\}du 212, 301, 347.
1 Weeping endures but for a night, 2 To them the privilege is given
Joy cometh with the morning light To be the sons and heirs of heaven
Joy cometh of celestial birth, Sons of the God who reigns on high,
Unsullied by the blight of earth. And heirs of joy beyond the sky.
2 Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill, 3 He teaches their young feet the way,
That fears of change no more will chill And early leads thesn to obey
Transporting joy, that fills the soul Whispers instruction to their minds,
While everlasting ages roll.
And on their hearts his precepts binds.
3 Then, mourning pilgrim, upward gaze 4 Their daily wants his hands supply,
Beyond this dark and thorny maze Their steps he guards with watchful eye
A joy for every tear is found, Leads them from earth to heaven above,
A healing balm for every wound. And crowns them with eternal love.
Samuel Stennett.
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2 So when in silence nature sleeps, 2 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid
And watch the mourner keeps,
lonely Can heal the wounds the world has made,
One thought shall every pang remove, this shall check each rising sigh,
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. That Jesus is forever nigh.
3 And when the last, dread hour shall come,
3 His counsels and upholding care
While trembling nature waits her doom,
My safety and my comfort are,
This voice shall wake the righteous dead
And he shall guide me all my days,
"Lo, it is I, be not afraid.
Till glory crown the work of grace.
Sir E. Smith. J.
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1 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near, Can I repose my trust, my love ?
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; And shall an earthly object be
His faithful word declares to thee, Loved in comparison with thee ?
That as thy day thy strength shall be. yosiah Conder.
2 Let not thy heart despond, and say, Ut/7 624, 61, 876.
"How shall I stand the trying day?" 1 God of my life, to thee I call,
He has engaged by firm decree, Afflicted at thy feet I fall
That as thy day thy strength shall be. "When the great water-floods prevail,
3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
And the conflict should be long,
if 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee, Where shall I lodge my deep complaint ?
For as thy day thy strength shall be. Where but with thee, whose open door
4 Should persecution rage and flame, Invites the helpless and the poor ?
thy Redeemer's name
Still trust in
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
In thou alfetlt see
fiery trials And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
That as thy day thy strength shall be. Does not the word still fixed remain,
Anon.
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?
JO 816, 315, 104.
1 When in the hours of lonely woe 4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
I give my
sorrow leave to flow,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not
And anxious fear and dark distrust And he is safe and must succeed
Weigh down my spirits to the dust For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
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2 My grace its glories shall display, 1 When waves of trouble round me swell,
And make your griefs remove ; My soul is not dismayed
Your weakness shall the triumphs tell I hear a voice I know full well,
Of boundless power and love. "'Tis I ; be not afraid."
3 thou, my Saviour and my Lord, 2 When black the threatening skies appear,
'Tisgood to trust thy name And storms my path invade,
Thy power, thy faithfulness and love, Those accents tranquilize each fear,
"Will ever be the same. "'Tis I; be not afraid."
4 Weak as I am, yet through thy grace 3 There is a gulf that must be crossed
I all things can perform, Saviour, be near to aid
And, smiling, triumph in thy name Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,—
Amid the raging storm. "'Tis I; be not afraid."
Anon.
4 There is a dark and fearful vale,
buU 201, 895, 183.
Death hides within its shade
1 Is not the way to heavenly gain
say, when flesh and heart shall fail,
Through earthly grief and loss ? "'Tis I j be not afraid."
Rest must be won by toil and pain, Charlotte Elliott.
The crown repays the cross.
i 01 399, 889, 669.
2 In tears and thou must sow
trials 1 When languor and disease invade
To reap in joy and love This trembling house of clay,
"We cannot find our home below, 'T is sweet to look beyond my pain,
And hope for one above. And long to fly away ;
3 As woods, when shaken by the breeze, 2 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Take deeper, firmer root Whose love can never end
As winter's frost but makes the trees Sweet on his covenant of grace
Abound in summer fruit For all things to depend ;
4 So every heaven-sent pang and throe 3 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,

That Christian firmness tries, To trust his firm decrees
But nerves us for our work below, Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And forms us for the skies. And know no will but his.
Henry F. Lyte. Augustus M. Toplady.
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2 Thou who hast trod the thorny road 1 From lips divine, like healing balm
Wilt share each small distress To hearts oppressed and torn,
The love which bore the greater load The heavenly consolation fell,
Will not refuse the less. " Blessed are they that mourn."
3 There no secret sigh we breathe
is 2 Unto the hopes by sorrow crushed
But meets thine ear divine, A noble faith succeeds ;
And every cross grows light beneath And life, by furrowed, bears
trials
The shadow, Lord, of thine. The fruit of loving deeds.
4 Life's without, sin's strife within,

ills 3 How rich, how sweet, how full of strength
The heart would overflow, Our human spirits are,
But for that love which died for sin, Baptized into the sanctities
That love which wept with woe. Of suffering and of prayer 1
Mrs. J. Creudson.
4 Yes, heavenly wisdom, love divine,
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Breathed through the lips which said,
1 If God is mine, then present things
" blessed are the hearts that mourn
And things to come are mine
They shall be comforted."
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit too.
William H. Burleigh.
And glory all divine.
I I/O 546, 147, 204.
2 If he mine, then from his love
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He every trouble sends How dark this world would be

All things are working for my good, If, when deceived and wounded here,
And bliss his rod attends. We could not fly to thee
3 If he is mine, let friends forsake, 2 0, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Let wealth and honor flee Did not thy wing of love
Sure he who giveth me himself Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Is more than these to me. Our peace-branch from above ?
4 0, tell me, Lord, that thou art mine 3 Each sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright
What can I wish beside ? With more than rapture's ray,
My soul shall at the fountain live, As darkness shows us worlds of light
When all the streams are dried. We never saw by day.
Benjamin Beddome. Thomas Moore.
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The recollection will remain, He shall his pitying aid bestow
More deeply did he suffer here Who felt on earth severer woe,
His life, how truly sad and brief, At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
Filled up with suffering and with grief By those who shared his daily bread.
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Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin, Divides me for a little while,
When worn, and in a feeble hour, Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed
The tempter came with all his power. For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
Robert Grant.
4 Just such as I, this earth he trod,
With every human ill but sin 70o 683, 234, 320.
And, though indeed the Son of God,

1 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares
As I am now, so he has been

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ;
My God, my Saviour look on me

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They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
With pity, love, and sympathy.
And contradict his gracious word
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Why wilt thou now give place to fear ?
1 When gathering clouds around I view, 2 When first before his mercy-seat
And days are dark and friends are few, Thou didst to him thy all commit,
On Him I lean who not in vain He gave thee warrant from that hour
Experienced every human pain To trust his wisdom, love, and power :
He sees my wants, allays my fears, Did ever trouble yet befall
And counts and treasures up my tears. And he refuse to hear thy call ?
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 3 He who has helped thee hitherto,
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, Will help thee all thy journey through ;
To fly the good I would pursue, Though rough and thorny be the road,
Or do the sin I would not do, It leads thee home, apace, to God ;
Still, He who felt temptation's power

Then count thy present trials small,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. For heaven will make amends for all.
John Newton.
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3 Rejoice in hope and fear Our Father will our footsteps keep,
Rejoice in life and death And his dear love be ours.
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Is thy burdened spirit Trials here will sorely press thee,
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This is happiness to me. Trials give new life to prayer
Did I meet no trials here, Trials bring me to his feet,
No chastisement by the way, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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Mortal cares we'll leave below. To those mansions of the blest
3 Soon to that city, bright, eternal, Safe in the Rock of Ages hide us
Weary pilgrims all shall go Till we gain our final rest.
F. E. Belden.
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For friends beloved no longer nigh Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear !
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What most I prize, — itwas mine
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No path we shun, no darkness dread
I only yield thee what was thine
" Our hearts whispering, " Thou
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3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
My God, to thee I leave the rest
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
" Thy will be done, thy will be done !
Shall softly tell us, " Thou art near !
Charlotte Elliott.
4 On thee we fling our burdening woe,
717 875, 431, 301.
love divine, forever dear
1 O God, to thee we
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Content to suffer while we know,
s Calm resignation we implore
Living and dying, thou art near
let no murmuring thought arise,
Oliver IV. Holmes.
But humbly let us still adore.
lit/ 624, 301, 932.
2 With meek submission may we bear 1 Thy will be done ! I will not fear
Each needful cross thou shalt ordain ;
The fate provided by thy love ;
Nor think our trials too severe, Though clouds and darkness shroud me
Nor dare thy justice to arraign. here,
1 know that all is bright above.
3 For though mysterious now thy ways
2 Father, forgive the heart that clings,
To erring mortals may appear,
Thus trembling, to the things of time
Hereafter we thy name shall praise
And bid my soul, on angel wings
For all our keenest sufferings here.
Ascend into a purer clime.
4 Thy needful help, God, afford, 3 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
Nor let us sink in deep despair No sorrows dim celestial love;
Aid us to trust thy sacred word, But these afflictions of the dust,
And find our sweetest comfort there. Like shadows of the night, remove
Charlotte Richardson. y. Roscei^
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2 Ever in the raging storm
2 Only thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below Thou shalt see his cheering form,
Only guided by thy light, Hear his pledge of coming aid
" It is I be not afraid."
Only mighty in thy might ?
3 Fully in my life express 3 Cast thy burden at his feet
All the hights of holiness Linger near his mercy-seat
Sweetly let my spirit prove He will lead thee by the hand
All the depths of humble love. Gently to the better land.
Charles Wesley.
721 407, 272, 531.

4 He will gird thee by his power,
1 Prince of peace, control my will, In thy weary, fainting hour ;
Bid this struggling heart be still,

Lean, then, loving, on his word
Bid my fears and doubtings cease, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Anon.
Hush my spirit into peace.
2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood,

i UO 821, 272, 826.
1 Thine forever God of love
Open wide the gate to God !
Hear us from thy throne above

Peace I ask, but peace must be,
Thine forever may we be
Lord in being one with thee.
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Here and in eternity.
3 May thy will, not mine, be done,
May thy will and mine be one 2 Thine forever Lord of life
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Chase these doubtings from my heart, Shield us through the earthly strife
Now thy perfect peace impart. Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall, Guide us to the realms of day.
Thou, my life, my God, my all
3 Thine forever ! how blest
Let thy happy servant be They who find in thee their rest
One forevermore with thee. Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend
Anon.
defend us to the end.
7 2i2i 407, 826, 272.
4 Thine forever ! Saviour, keep
1 Cast thy burden on the Lord \
These thy frail and trembling sheep
Lean thou only on his word r
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Safe alone beneath thy care,

Ever will he be thy stay,
Let us all thy goodness share.
Though the heavens shall pass away. Mrs. M. F. Maude.
235.
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2 Through whatsoe'er path shall lie,
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How needful every cross
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Away my unbelieving fears,
With filial trust my heart reply,
Nor call my gain my loss.
"Thy will, God, be done."
With thee to lead, I will not fear
4 Then give, dear Lord, or take away,
3
I'll bless thy sacred name
In scenes with dangers rife,
While still thy cheering voice I hear, My Jesus, yesterday, to-day,
Forever is the same.
"I am the Way, the Life." Anon-
4 Thou art the refuge of my soul, 7 LA) 179, 698, 864.
My hope when comforts flee, 1 Out of the depths to thee I cry
My strength while life's rough billows roll, Whose fainting footsteps trod
My joy eternally. The paths of our humanity,
5 Then help me to improve with care, Incarnate Son of God !
These precious moments given 2 Thou Man of grief, who once apart
For they a faithful record bear, Didst all our sorrows bear,
Of good or ill, to Heaven. The trembling hand, the fainting heart,
6 And in thine arms of love enfold The agony, and prayer
Me from the tempter's snare 3 Is this the consecrated dower,
And in the book of life enrolled, Thy chosen ones obtain,
Be my name written there. To know thy resurrection power
Annie R. Smith.
Through fellowship of pain ?
1 ZO 201, 794, 369.
1 Submissive to thy will, my God, 4 Then, my soul, in silence wait
I all to thee resign Faint not, faltering feet
And bow before thy chastening rod Press onward to that blest estate,
I mourn, but not repine. In righteousness complete.
2 Why should my foolish heart complain, 5 Let faith transcend the passing hour,
When wisdom, truth, and love The transient pain and strife,
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain, Upraised by an immortal power,
And point to joys above? The power of endless life.
Mrs E. E. Marty. .
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2 We ask not, Father, for repose 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Which comes from outward rest, Though the whole world were gone,
If we may have through all life's woes But seek enduring happiness
Thy peace within our breast, In thee, and thee alone.
3 That peace which suffers and is strong, _„ -. Benjamin Beddome.
Trusts where it cannot see, lOV) 201, 724, 399.
Deems not the trial way too long, 1 Since the varying scenes of time
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But leaves the end with thee. God's watchful eye surveys,
_ Anon. who so wise to choose our lot,
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1 When I can trust my all with God 2 Good, when he gives, supremely good,
In trial's fearful hour, Nor less when he denies
I'll bow, resigned, beneath his rod,
E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand,
And bless his saving power. Are blessings in disguise.
2 0, to be brought to Jesus' feet,
3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,
Though sorrows fix me there, So constant and so kind ?
Is a privilege most sweet,
still
To his unerring, gracious will
For he will hear my prayer. Be every wish resigned.
3 Then blessed be the hand that gave, m-ci -* James Hervey,
Still when it takes
blessed 161 176, 889, 943.
Blessed be He who smites to save, 1 thou whose mercy guides my way,
Who heals the heart he breaks. Though now seems severe,
it
Elizabeth Codner*. Forbid my unbelief to say
(£& 724, 369, 395. There is no mercy here
1 My times of sorrow and of joy, 2 O may I, Lord, desire the pain
Great God, are in thy hand That comes in kindness down,
My choicest comforts come from thee, Far more than sweetest earthly gain,
And go at thy command. Succeeded by a frown.
2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low,
Yet would I not repine ; Love only shall I see
Before they were possessed by me, The gracious hand that strikes the blow
They were entirely thine. Was wounded once for me.
James Edmeston.
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2 In thee I place my trust, 1 Thou Refuge of my soul,
On thee I calmly rest On thee, when sorrows rise,
I know thee good, I know thee just, On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
And count thy choice the best. My fainting hope relies.
3 Whate'er events betide, 2 To thee I tell my grief,

Thy will they all perform For thou alone canst heal
Safe in thy breast my head I hide, Thy word can bring a sweet relief
Nor fear the coming storm. For every pain I feel.
4 Let good or ill befall, 3 But 0, when doubts prevail,
It must be good for me, I fear to call thee mine
Secure of having thee in all, The springs of comfort seem to fail,
Of having all in thee. And all my hopes decline.
Henry F. Lyte.
4 Yet, Lord, where shall I flee ?
loo 810, 601, 762.
Thou art my only trust
1 GIive to the winds thy fears,
And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Hope and be undismayed ;
Though prostrate in the dust.
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, Anne Steele.
He shall lift up thy head.

7d5 384, 236, 668.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 1 In every trying hour
He gently clears thy way My soul to Jesus flies ;
Wait thou his time, so shall this night _ I trust in his almighty power
Soon end in joyous day. When swelling billows rise.
3 Leave to his sovereign sway 2 His comforts bear me up

To choose and command to I trust a faithful God ;
So shalt thou, wondering, own his way The sure foundation of my hope
How wise, how strong, his hand ! Is inmy Saviour's blood.
4 Far, far above thy thought 3 Loud hallelujahs sing
His counsel shÎi appear To our Redeemer's name
When fully h i the work hath wrought In joy or sorrow, life or death,
That caused thy needless fear. His love is still the same.
Paul Gerhardt.
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Be quiet every fear
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, Thy Father hath supreme control,
Which drives us nearer home. And he is ever near.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
2 Ne'er of thy lot complain,
All yield to thy control Whatever may befall
Thy tender mercies shall illume Sickness or sorrow, care or pain,
The midnight of the soul. "Tis well appointed all.
4 Teach us in every state, 3 A Father's chastening hand
To make thy will our own, Is leading thee along
And when the joys of sense depart, Nor distant is the promised land,
To live by faith alone. Where swells the immortal song.
Augustus M. Toplady.
4 0, then, my soul, be still
lol 658. 762, 684. Await heaven's high decree

1 " My times are in thy hand :
Seek but to do thy Father's will,
My God, I wish them there It shall be well with thee.
Thomas Hastings.
My life, my friends, my all I leave
Entirely to thy care. iOU 236, 732, 949.
2 " My times are in thy hand,"

1 It is thy hand, my God
Whatever they may be
My sorrow comes from thee
I bow beneath thy chastening rod
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Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,

'Tis love that bruises me.
As best may seem to thee.
2 I would not murmur, Lord
3 "My times are in thy hand ;
Before thee I am dumb

Why should I doubt or fear ? Lest I should breathe one murmuring
My Father's hand will never cause word,
His child a needless tear. To thee for help I come.
4 " My times are in thy hand ;
3 My God, thy name is love
always trust in thee,
I'll A Father's hand is thine
Till I possess the promised land, With tearful eyes I look above,
And all thy glory see. And cry, " Thy will be mine !
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Let not my star of hope Choose thou for me, my God,
Grow dimor disappear So shall I walk aright.
Since thou on earth hast wept,
And sorrowed oft alone, The kingdom that I seek
If I must weep with thee, Is thine ; so let the way
My Lord, thy will be done 1
That leads to it be thine,
Else I must surely stray.
3 My Saviour, as thou wilt 1
All shallbe well for me Take thou my cup, and it
Each changing future scene With joy or sorrow fill,
I gladly trust with thee As best to thee may seem ;
Straight to my home above Choose thou my good and ill.
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Choose thou for me my friends,
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My sickness, or my health ;
Benjamin Schmolke. Choose thou my cares for me,
741 My poverty or wealth.
1 Thy way, not mine, Lord, Not mine, not mine, the choice,
In either great or small
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Lead me by thine own hand, Be thou my Guide, my Strength,
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Horatius Bonar.
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2 In holy contemplation In heavenly love abiding,
We sweetly then pursue No change my heart shall fear
The theme of God's salvation, And safe is such confiding,
And find it ever new For nothing changes here.
Set free from present sorrow, The storm may roar without me,
We cheerfully can say, My heart may
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Bring with it what it may. And can I be dismayed?
3 Children of God lack nothing, Wherever he may guide me,

His promise bears them through No want shall turn me back
Who gives the lilies clothing, My Shepherd is beside me,
Will clothe his people too And -nothingcan I lack.
Beneath the spreading heavens His wisdom ever waketh,
No creature but is fed, « His sight is never dim,
And he who feeds the ravens He knows the way he taketh,
Will give his children bread. And I will walk with him.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither Green pastures are before me,
Their wonted fruit should bear, Which yet I have not seen
Though all the fields should wither, Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Nor flocks nor herds be there Where darkest clouds have been.
Yet God the same abiding, My hope I cannot measure,
His praise shall tune my voice My path to life is free,
For while in him confiding, My Saviour has my treasure,
I cannot but rejoice. And he will walk with me.
Cowper &> Cennick. Anna L. Waring.
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And wipe the weeping eyes Anna L. Waring.
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To soothe and sympathize. 1 GrO not far from me, my Strength,
Whom all my times obey
3 I would not have the restless will Take from me anything thou wilt,
That hurries to and fro, But go not thou away
Seeking for some great thing to do, And let the storm that does thy work
Or secret thing to know Deal with me as it may.
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go. 2 No suffering, while it lasts, is joy,
How blest soe'er it be
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4 Wherever in the world I am,
His Father's face to see
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A work of lowly love to do 3 Safe in thy sanctifying grace,
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Borne onward, sin and death behind,
5 I ask thee for the daily strength, And love and life before,
To none that ask denied, let my soul abound in hope,
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4 Deep unto deep may call, but I
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Then shall my spirit rise the more Deal with me as it may.
Anna L. Waring.
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He heard me from his holy hill Within thy pierced and bleeding side
At his command the waves rolled by give me in thy wounded heart
He beckoned, and the winds were still. My rest to find, nor thence depart.
3 I me down and slept, I woke
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Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain And earth with her delights would charm,
Bright, from the east, the morning broke Within thy heart I safely rest,
Thy comforts rose on me again. Within thy side secure and blest.
4 I will not fear, though armed throngs 3 When sense with every art beguiles,
Compass my steps in all their wrath And tempts me with her treacherous smiles.
Salvation to the Lord belongs 1 will not fear, since still for me
His presence guards his people's path. Thy side a refuge safe shall be.
James Montg07nery. From the Latin by Ray Palmer.
748 WlNTERBOURNE, Li Mi Edwin Barnes.
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Sweet is the voice that calls me home.
F. E. Belden,
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By waters still, o'er troubled sea, With steadfast patience arm my breast,
Still 't is his hand that leadeth me With spotless love and lowly fear.
Thankful I take the cup from thee,
3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Prepared and mingled by thy skill
Nor ever murmur nor repine, Though bitter to the taste it be,
Content whatever lot I see, Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
Since 't is my God that leadeth me. Be thou, Rock ofAges, nigh !
So shall each murmuring thought be

4 And when my task on earth is done, gone,
When by thy grace the victory's won, And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, As clouds before the midday sun.
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Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Speak to my warring passions, " Peace
J. H. Gilmore. Say to my trembling heart, " Be still
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750 578, 994. Thy power my strength and fortress is,

1 Eternal Beam of light divine, For all things serve thy sovereign will.
Thou Fount of unexhausted love, death where is thy sting ? Where now
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In whom the Father's glories shine, Thy

boasted victory, grave ?
Through earth beneath, and heaven Who shall contend with God ? or who
above Can hurt whom God delights to save ?
Charlts Wtslty.
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1. 0, let me walk with thee, my God, As Enoch walked in dajs of old; Place thonmj trembling hand in thine,
And sweet corn-man- ion with me hold; E'en though the path I maj not see, Yet, Je- sns, let me walk with thee.
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2 I cannot, dare not, walk alone 1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose,
The tempest rages in the sky,
Thou all-sufficient love divine,
A thousand snares beset my feet, My help and refuge from my foes,
A thousand foes are lurking nigh Secure I am
thou art mine
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Stillthou the raging of the sea,
And, lo from sin and grief and shame
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Master let me walk with thee.

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I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.
3 If I may rest my hand in thine, 2 Jesus, my all in all thou art,
I count the joys of earth but loss,
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My my ease in pain,
rest in toil,
And firmly, bravely journey on The healing of my broken heart
I '11 bear the banner of the cross In strife my peace, in loss my gain,
Till Zion's glorious gates I see My smile beneath the tyrant's frown,
Yet, Saviour, let me walk with thee. In shame my glory and my crown.
Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle.
3 In want my plentiful supply,
75^ 234, 320.
In weakness my almighty power,
1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, In bonds my perfect liberty,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; My light in Satan's darkest hour
His presence shall my wants supply, No trouble can my soul appall
And guard me with a watchful eye Thou art my life, my heaven, my all.
My noonday walks he shall attend, Charles Wesley.
And all my midnight hours defend.
754 234, 320.
2 When on the sultry glebe I faint, 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly
To fertile vales and dewy meads Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
My weary, wandering steps he leads Saviour, we seek thy shelter here
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Weary and weak, thy grace we pray
Amid the verdant landscape flow. Turn not, Lord thy guests away.!
3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
With gloomy horrors overspread, Long have we sought thy rest in vain
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, Burdened with doubt, in darkness lost,
For thou, Lord ! art with me still Long have our souls been tempest-tossed.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid, Low at thy feet our sins we lay
And guide me through the dreadful shade. Turn not, Lord thy guests away.
!
Joseph Addison. Reginald Heber.

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2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well The
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Fair Salem's happy ground
In a vile house of clay
As those eternal arms of love But Christ will to the utmost save,
That every saint surround. And keep us to that day.
3 Do good, Lord, do good to those 2 Our souls are in his mighty hand,
Who cleave to thee in heart, And he shall keep them still
Who on thy truth alone repose, And you and I shall surely stand
Nor from thy law depart. With him on Zion's hill.
Isaac Watts.
3 what a joyful meeting there
ZOO 399, 70, 354.
In robes of white arrayed,
1 Now to the haven of thy breast,
Palms in our hands we all shall bear,
Son of man, I fly ;
And crowns upon our head.
Be thou my refuge and my rest,
For oh the storm is high.
! 4 Then let us lawfully contend,
And through
fight our passage
3 Protect me from the furious blast ;
Bear in our faithful minds the end,

My shield and shelter be
And keep the prize in view.
Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpast Charles Wesley.
The storm of sin I see.
/OO 724, 681, 869.
3 As welcome as the water-spring 1 Author of Good to thee I turn
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Is to a barren place, Thy ever wakeful eye

Jesus, descend on me, and bring Alone can all my wants discern,
Thy sweet, refreshing grace. Thy hand alone supply.
4 As o'er a parched and weary land 2 0, let thy fear within me dwell,
A rock extends its shade, Thy love my footsteps guide !
So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, Thy love shall meaner loves expel,
And screen my naked head. That fear all fears beside.
5 How swift to save me didst thou move 3 Not to my my want,

wish, but to
In every trying hour Do thou thy apply gifts
still protect me with thy love, Unasked, what good thou knowest, grant
And shield me with thy power. What ill, though asked, deny.
Charles Wesley. Jaiytes Merrick.
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2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 5 do not suffer him to part
Uninjured and unawed The souls that here agree
While thousands fall on every side, But make us of one mind and heart,
He rests secure in God. And keep us one in thee.
3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 6 Together let us sweetly live,
Of love and truth divine ;

Together let us die
child of God, glory's heir And each a starry crown receive,
How rich a lot is thine !
And reign above the sky.
Charles Wesley.
4 A Hand
almighty to defend,
An Ear for every call, 7bl 774, 943, 179.
An honored life, a peaceful end, 1 In grief and fear, to thee, Lord,
And heaven to crown it all.

We now for succor fly ;
Henry F. Lyte. Thine awful judgments are abroad,

shield us, lest we die.
750 207, 774, 204.
1 Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep, 2 The fell disease on every side
To thee for help we fly Walks forth with tainted breath
Thy little flock in safety keep, And pestilence, with rapid stride,
For 0, the wolf is nigh Bestrews the land with death.
2 He comes, of hellish malice full, 3 look with pity on the scene

To scatter, tear, and slay Of sadness and of dread
He seizes every straying soul And let thine angel stand between
As his own lawful prey. The living and the dead.
3 Us into thy protection take, 4 With contrite hearts, to thee, our King,
Andgather with thine arm We turn who oft have strayed ;
Unless the fold we first forsake, Accept the sacrifice we bring,

The wolf can never harm. And let the plague be stayed.
4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power 5 We thee the incense sweet

offer
While by our Shepherd's side That from the heart doth rise
The sheep he never can devour, Good works, with true repentance meet,
Shall be our sacrifice.
Unless he first divide. William Bullock.
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When, overwhelmed with grief,
Where heavenly pasture grows, My heart within me dies;
Where living waters gently pass, Helpless, and far from all relief,
And full salvation flows.
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim, 0, leadme to the Rock,
That's high above my head
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
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While lie affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear Within thy presence, Lord,

Though I should walk through death's Forever I '11 abide
dark shade, Thou art the tower of my defense,
My Shepherd still is near, The refuge where I hide.
Isaac Watts.
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763 810, 558, 732. Of thosethat fear thy name
To praise our Shepherd's care, If endless life be their reward,
His wisdom, love, and might, I shall possess the same.
Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, Isaac Watts.
And bid the world unite. 765 810, 558, 1040,
Supremely good and great, 1 Make duty plain, Lord,

He tends his blood-bought fold Thy will we seek to know
He stoops, though throned in highest state. grant thy Spirit with thy word,
The feeblest to uphold. To guide our steps below.
He hears the least complaint 2 May feeling hearts be ours,
He sees them when they roam And tender conscience, too
And if his weakest lamb should faint, Awaken all our slumbering powers
His bosom bears it home. Thy righteous will to do.
Kind Shepherd of the sheep, 3 Help us thy truth to love,
A weakly flock are we, And while we love, obey;
And snares and foes are nigh but keep ; Be thou our counsel from above,
The lambs who look to thee. Show us thy will and way.
William H. Havergal. F. E. Belden.
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Fresh every eve Sweetening the draught.
Never a want severe Saviour ! I long to walk
Causeth my eye a tear, Closer with thee
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" Only believe " !
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Have I been brought Quickened and purified,
Shrinking the cup to drink, Living for him who died
Help I have sought Freely for me.
Charles S. Robinson.
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On the help of feeble man ; Fix a mighty gulf between
Every arm of flesh remove ; Keep us little and unknown,
Stay us only on thy love Prized and loved by God alone.
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Cold and sunless, vast and drear, Holy Jesus, day by day
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Grant us grace to persevere: Upward still to purer hights,
Holy Jesus, day by day Onward yet to scenes more blest,
Lead us in the narrow way. Calmer regions, clearer lights,
3 There are soft and flowery glades Till we reach the promised rest
Decked with golden-fruited trees, Holy Jesus, day by day

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3 When the sky above is glowing, Land me safe on Canaan's side
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Pleasure like a river flowing, I will ever give to thee.
All things tending to delight William Williams-
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1 Guide me, thou great Jehovah, Nearer to our Saviour's side
Pilgrim through this barren land Naught can harm us
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Groping on in darkness drear Wondering if our names are there
When the storms are raging sore, Wading deep the dismal flood,
Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er, Pleading nought but Jesus' blood,
Whisper softly, " Wanderer come ! Whisper softly, " Wanderer come
Follow me, I'll guide thee home !
Follow me, I' 11 guide thee home !
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tressed, And homeward my spirit is flying
And the pathway of peace I am losing. Tkomas Hastings.
780
3 And why should I stray with the flocks 1 The Lord is my Shepherd, he makes me
of thy foes, repose
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For I will be with thee, thy troubles to complaint
bless, The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. But how can we falter ? our help is in God—
4 " When through fiery trials thy pathway 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he
shall lie, leads,
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The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,
pty;
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sign from the snares.
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I will not, I will not, desert to his foes our might
That soul, though all hell should endeavor So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we come
to shake, The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our
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Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my vide:
To the sheep of his pasture his mercies
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Still follow my steps till I meet thee song;
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Through the land of their sojourn —thy any breath,
kingdom of lovo. Be cheerful in life, or be happy in death.
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To heaven, my destined place
2 Thou art my Pilot, wise,
There, in full sail, my port I'll find,
My compass is thy word
My soul each storm defies, And leave the world and sin behind.
Anon.
While I have such a Lord
I'll trust thy faithfulness and power,
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To save me in the trying hour.

1 Lamb of God 1 still keep me
Near to thy wounded side
3 Though rocks and quicksands deep 'Tis only there in safety
Through all my passage lie, And peace I can abide !
Yet Christ will safely keep, What foes and snares surround me,
And guard me with his eye What doubts and fears within !
My anchor, hope, will firm ahide, The grace that sought and found me,
And every boisterous storm outride. Alone can keep me clean.
4 By faith I see the land, 2 'Tis only in thee hiding

The port of endless rest I know my life secure
Through grace I hope to stand Only in thee abiding,
And sing among the blest. The conflict can endure
may I reach the heavenly shore, Thine arm the victory gaineth
Where winds and waves distress no more. O'er every hateful foe
Thy love my heart sustaineth
5 Whene'er becalmed I lie, In all its care and woe.
When wind and storm subside,
Then to my succor fly,
3 Soon shall my eyes behold thee,
And keep me near thy side

With rapture, face to face
For more the treacherous calm I dread One half hath not been told me
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. Of all thy power and grace
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
6 Come, heavenly wind, and blow The wonders of thy love,
A prosperous gale of grace Shall be the endless story
Waft me from all below, ,
Of all the saints above.
James G. Deck.
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3 A little while, 'twill soon be past,
Gold tried by fire, and raiment clean

Why should we shun the shame and
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Anoint thine eyes, that thou mayest see,
let us in his footsteps haste,
And put away thy stains from thee.
Counting for him all else but loss.
3 0, hear the faithful Witness' voice, 4 A little while, —come, Saviour, come
He offers now a final choice For thee thy church has tarried long ;
Thou lukewarm
art offensive, Take thy poor, wearied pilgrims home,
Therefore be zealous and reform. To sing the new, eternal song.
Anon.
4 His mission now is almost o'er,
Before the throne he'll plead no more I Ot/ 736, 638, 624.
The filthy must his filth retain, 1 As drowsy earth is dreaming still
He that is holy, so remain. Of coming good and

golden days,
An angel voice the heavens thrill
5 His locks with dews of night are wet,
Fear God, ye people, give him praise
But at thy heart he lingereth yet. ;
wake, and open wide the door 2 The long-appointed Judgment hour
Bid thy Beloved wait no more. Is come at last worship ye him ;
Who by his own almighty power

6 Yea, bring him in, a welcome guest Made heaven, earth, sea, and gushing
So shalt thou in his presence rest, stream.
And in communion sweet and free, 3 Another cry the earth doth greet,
Shalt sup with him and he with thee. The second angel's voice divine
Anon.
Great Babel's fall is now complete
7oO 376, 638, 875. Nations are drunken with her wine.
1 A little while, our Lord shall come,
Now the third angel's voice resounds,
And we shall wander here no more ;
A final, fearful, warning voice
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Against false worship and propounds ;
Where he for us has gone before.

God's word and worship for men's choice.
2 A little while, he'll come again ; Here saints in patience waiting stand,
Let us the precious hours redeem, Through faith obedient to God's will,
Our only grief to give him pain, Fulfilling each divine command
Our joy to serve and follow him. Till called to stand on Zion's hill.
/?. F. Cottrell.
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To raise our faith, our zeal to fire Look up by faith behold your King.
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The ripening fields, already white, He soon is coming, heed his call
Present a harvest to the sight. Look up and make your God your all.
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Mrs. Voke.
5 He' 11 come, all troubles here to end ;
791 624, 136, 212, He' 11 come, a never-failing friend ;
1 How long we 've heen the heirs of grace He' 11 come to take his children home ;
How long desired a crown to win !
Look up and pray, " Lord, quickly come."
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still Mrs. Rebekah Smith.
Where we can say we 're free from sin. ItJO [Tune, Happy Day, No. 435.1 L. M. p.
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" Thy perfect will, Lord, be done!" And sets the joyful prisoners free ;
Our Captain will the victory bring That lifts the saints from death and gloom
Which he for us has fairly won. To life and immortality.
Chorus.
3 Our works as filthy rags appear,
Happy day happy day !
Except as humbly wrought in thee

For thee we' 11 wait and watch and pray
Jesus, thy righteousness 'tis clear
Our righteousness at last must be.
We bid thy hours no more delay
S. O. James.
chase the shades of night away.
Happy day happy day ! !
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For thee we' 11 wait and watch and pray.
1 Lone mournful sigh
pilgrim, cease that
Look up redemption draweth nigh.
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Have loved ones gone? does earth look In Eden robes shall bloom again j
drear ? Her beauty no decay shall blight,

Look up ! shed not that bitter tear. Nor death e'er tread her wide domain
2 What though the heart is saddened now, 3 happy day when far around, !
And shadows gather on thy brow, Through all this universal frame,
And grief the bosom heaveth still ? One glorious anthem shall resound
Look up ! submit to Heaven's own will. Of blessing to Jehovah's name.
3 Do trials unexpected rise ? 4 O happy day that knows no night
!
Look up ! and view the glorious prize No sorrow with thy joy shall blend
Let not life's sorrows press you down No clouds shall e'er obscure thy light
Look up ! prepare to take the crown. Thy scenes of glory ne'er shall end.
U- Smith.
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2 Swift on the wings of time it flies 1 Hail, glorious day ! ere long to dawn,
Each moment brings it near . And set death's captives free
Then welcome each declining day, Triumphant then will they come forth
Welcome each closing year. With shouts of victory.
3 Not many years their round shall run, 2 And when my Saviour shall appear.
Not many mornings rise, If in the grave I lie,
Ere all its glories stand revealed The last loud trumpet I shall hear,
To our admiring eyes. And live, no more to die.
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course 3 It enough, although I close

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Ye mortal powers, decay In death my weary eyes,

Haste till the last glad morning rise
1
Id that bright morn, my Lord to see,
That brings eternal day. And meet him in the skies.

Philip Doddridge. 4 And in that resurrection morn
7t/5 596, 201, 147. I shall his face behold
1 My soul is happy when I hear 'Tis then my Lord to me will give
The Saviour is so nigh, The starry crown of gold.
Mrs. M. S. Avery.
And longs to see his sign appear
Upon the opening sky. 797 696, 669, 175.
2 I love to wait, and watch, and pray,

Behold I come the Saviour ! cries,
And trust his living word, On wings of love I fly

And feel the coming of that day So come, dear Lord, my soul replies,
No longer is deferred. And bring salvation nigh.

Come, plead thy truth's much-injured
3 Then, waiting brethren, let us sing, cause,
He will not tarry long,
And make thy glory shine
And with joy the hours that bring
fill
Come, vindicate thy righteous laws
The glory of our song. With majesty divine.
4 Yes, he will come no longer fear,
; With winge'd speed, Redeemer, dear,
Though earth and hell assail Bring on the illustrious day
His word attests the moment near, Let not our hopes give way to fear
And that can never fail. Beneath thy long delay.
Anon.
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2 Had I the pinions of a dove, 4 This blessed hope supports us here
I and be
'd fly at rest It makes our burdens light;
Then would I go to Christ, my love, 'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
And dwell among the blest. Till faith shall end in sight
3 ! could I reach my heavenly home, 5 of the glorious prize possessed,

Till,
And ne'er return again ;

We hear of war no more
T would not think the seasons long And ever with our Leader rest,
That r should suffer pain. On yonder peaceful shore.
Thomas Kelly.
4 But Patience bids us wait awhile oUU 207, 395, 174.
The crown 's for them that fight 1 Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven,
The prize for those that win the race The lingering times have flown
By faith, and not by sight. To thee the kingdom now is given
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Laid up in heaven above
2 And, as we wait, along the skies
Says Hope, " It shortly shall be mine," Unearthly glory steals
" I '11 wear it soon," says Love.
Anon.
And our glad spirits seem to rise,
To haste thy chariot wheels.
354, 369, 446.
Arise, ye mourning saints, arise 1
3 Although they seem to linger, still
The Lord our Leader is Thy retinue on high
The foe before his banner flies, Is marshalled, and awaits the will
And victory is his.

That bids their myriads fly.
We follow thee, our Guard and Guide, 4 Then we will wait, nor deem too long
Our Saviour, and our King The closing hours of grace

We follow thee, through grace supplied But trim our lamps with cheerful song,
Till we shall see thy face.
From heaven's eternal spring.
We soon shall see the promised day

5 Safe with the ransomed we shall stand,
When all our toils shall cease And song

raise the victor's
When we shall cast our arms away, A golden harp in every hand,
And dwell in endless peace.
And praise on every tongue.
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2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray, 1 Dear Saviour, we would know thy love
Maintain a warrior's strife Which yet no measure knows
Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day For us it led thee once to die
Obedience is our life. From thence salvation flows.
3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray 2 Fain would we strike the golden harp,
For quickly he will come, And wear the promised crown,
To call us from our toils away And at thy feet, while bending low,
To our eternal home. Would sing what grace hath done.
4 The Saviour bids us watch and pray 3 Then leave us not in this dark world,
For lo the Judge is near
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may we joyfully obey, Come, Lord, and take us to thyself,
And watch till he appear Come, Jesus, quickly come I
Thomas Hastings. Anon.

802 179, 354, 943. 804 775, 889, 669.
1 Dear Saviour, here we fainting lie, 1 how I long with Christ to be,
And long to see thy face And in his presence rest
Descend, O Jesus, from on high, He draws my soul most wondrously
In mercy to our race. I to his bosom haste.
2 How long shall that bright hour delay ? 2 Me for thy coming, Lord, prepare
When will our Lord appear ? Grant I may ready be
We long to see the glorious day Whene'er thou comest, without fear
When Jesus will draw near. To meet and welcome thee.
3 We wait to see our Lord descend, 3 Meanwhile may I in spirit view
Arrayed in robes of light Thy sufferings, cross, and death
To Satan's kingdom put an end, These to my heart be daily new,
And claim his proper right. While thou shalt give me breath.
4 We long to hear the trumpet sound, 4 Thus will my wants be well supplied,
And see the just arise Thus will my soul with grace
We long to see our Saviour crowned, Abundantly be satisfied,
And meet him in the skies. And kept in heavenly peace.
Anon.
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We '11 be gathered home And bear me to the sky
A heavenly mansion near the throne, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay
We '11 be gathered home. Make haste and bring it nigh.
3 Then, fail this earth, let stars decline, 6 I long to see thy glorious face,
We '11 be gathered home And in thine image shine
And sun and moon refuse to shine, To triumph in victorious grace,
We '11 be gathered home. And be forever thine.
Anon.
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That heavenly mansion stands for me, 1 land of rest, for thee I sigh
We '11 be gathered home. When will the moment come
Anon. When I shall lay my armor by,
OUO 207, 114, 854.
And dwell with Christ at home ?
1 Sweet rivers of redeeming love 2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,
I see before me lie No peaceful, sheltering dome
Had I the pinions of a dove, This world 's a wilderness of woe,
I 'd to those rivers fly. This world is not my home.
2 I'd rise superior to my pain, 3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest
With joy outstrip the wind He bade me cease to roam,
I 'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, And fly for succor to his breast,
And leave the world behind. And he 'd conduct me home.
3 A few more days, or years at most, 4 When by affliction sharply tried,
My troubles will be o'er Faith tells of scenes to come,
I hope to join the heavenly host Those endless joys prepared above,
On Canaan's happy shore. And then I sigh for home.
4 My rapturous soul shall drink and feast 5 Weary of wandering round and round
In unbounded sea
love's This vale of sin and gloom,
The glorious hope of endless rest I long to leave the unhallowed ground,
Is ravishing to me. And dwell with Christ at home.
Elisabeth Mills
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2 Long was to be her voyage the time, — What though the angry waves roll high,
Six thousand years almost, And darkness reigns around ?
Ere she would make the highland hights, Let hope be bright in every eye
Along the heavenly coast Our ship is homeward bound.
Yet with her sails expanded wide, What though no moon nor stars appear
On, on, she swiftly flew, Amid the gloom profound ?
Bearing with ardent hope and love We will not yield a place to fear
Her passengers and crew. Our ship is homeward bound.
3 Ort tempests have assailed her round, What though the lightnings glare above,
And stormy winds rose high ;
And deafening thunders roar ?
And dark have been the mountain waves Yet with the eye of faith and love
That bore her to the sky We view the distant shore.
But o'er them all, with steady helm, We know that friends will meet us there,
She onward pressed her way
- .We loved in life before
Her compass, true unto the pole, And angel forms, all bright and fair,
Guides her to endless day. Line the immortal shore.

4 Long, long, she has been out, and now Then the fearful thunders roar,
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She nears her haven home And the lightnings glare

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A beacon light hangs o'er her bow, We're nearing the eternal shore,
And bids her thither come ;
And we are almost there.
And voices joyful oft are heard, Then heave, ye waves, on every side,
And music swelling high And onward, homeward bear
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With rapture now they cry. For we are almost there.
5 Now soon will she be safely moored The coward peers, with trembling form,
And anchored in the bay Into the gloom profound
Aod all her passengers on shore But we can smile to view the storm
Will keep a festal day Our ship is homeward bound
And long their songs of joy will rise And though for us, on time's dark wave
Beneath high heaven's dome ;
No place of rest be found,
They've passed the stormy sea of time, let our hearts be true and brave
They've reached their haven home. Our ship is homeward bound.
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2 Let all your lamps be bright, 1 thou whom we adore
And trim the golden flame To bless our earth again,
Gird up your loins as in his sight Assume thine own almighty power,
His coming thus proclaim. And o'er the nations reign.
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command,

2 The world's desire and hope,
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And ready all appear. Eternal Lord of heaven !
4 0, happy servant he,

3 A gracious Saviour, thou
Wilt all thy children bless
In such a posture found 1
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And every knee to thee shall bow,
And be with honor crowned. And every tongue confess.
Philip Doddridge.
4 According to thy word
Oil 607, 77, 732. Now be thy grace revealed,
1 Far down the ages now, And with the knowledge of the Lord
Much of her journey done, Let all the earth be filled.
Charles Wesley.
The pilgrim church pursues her way,
Until ber crown be won. 813 77, 658, 601.
Let us keep steadfast guard
2 No slacker grows the fight, With lighted hearts all night,
No feebler is the foe, That when Christ comes, we stand pre-
Nor less the need of armor tried, pared,
Of shield and spear and bow. And meet him with delight.
3 Thus onward still we press At midnight's season chill
Through evil and through good, Lay Paul and Silas bound,
Through pain and poverty and want, Bound and in prison, sang they still,
Through peril and through blood. And singing, freedom found.
4 Still faithful to our God, Our prison is this earth,

And to our Captain true ;
And we
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The kingdom in our view. Set us, believing, free I
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These ages of delay. Till the last glorious morn.
3 Come, for the corn is ripe 5 We long to hear thy voice,

Put in thy sickle now To see thee face to face,
Reap the great harvest of the earth To share thy crown and glory then,
Sower and reaper thou. As now we share thy grace.
4 Come, spoil the strong man's house, 6 Come, Lord, and wipe away
Bind him and cast him hence ;
The curse, the sin, the stain,
Show thyself stronger than the strong, And make this blighted world of ours
Thyself Omnipotence. Thine own fair world again.
Horatius Bona.9
5 Come, and begin thy reign
Of everlasting peace
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1 In expectation sweet,
Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
We'll wait, and sing, and pray,
Great King of righteousness.
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And see an endless day.
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1 The Church has waited long 2 He comes ! The conqueror comes !
Her absent Lord to see Death beneath his sword

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A friendless stranger she. And rise to meet their Lord.
2 How long, Lord our God, 3 The trumpet sounds, Awake
Holy and true and good, The obey
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Her sighs and tears and blood ? To realms of endless day.
3 Saint after saint on earth, 4 Thrice happy morn for those
Has lived and loved and died Who love the ways of peace
And as they left us, one by one, No night of sorrow e'er shall close
We laid them side by side. Or shade their perfect bliss.
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My soul for that calm day For that tremendous day,
0, wash me in thy precious blood, And fill us now with watchful care,
And take my sins away 1
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3 A few more struggles here, 2 To pray, and wait the hour,
A few more partings sore, That awful hour unknown,
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toils, When, robed in majesty and power,
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4 'T is but a little while, 3 may we all be found
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Reign, thou King of kings, Throughout eternal days,
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3 Jesus died,
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Bleeding Jesus, blessed Saviour, Waiting for our Lord's returning
Now reigns on high. At dawn or even.
4 New in heaven he 's interceding 7 When he comes, a voice from heaven

For dying men Shall pierce the tomb
Soon he '11 finish all his pleading, " Come, ye blessed of my Father,
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Tossed with stronger tempests, rise Shakes the earth and rends the skies,
Darker storms the mountains sweep, Rising millions shall proclaim

Fiercer lightnings rend the skies. Blessings on the Saviour's name.
3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud, 3 Hail redeeming Son of God
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Pale amazement, restless fear Ransomed hosts will shout aloud

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Shall the Judge of men appear. To the Lord of earth and heaven !
Anon.
4 But, though from his awful face,
Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly, OzA. 407, 272, 720.
Fear not ye, his chosen race, 1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time,
Your redemption draweth nigh. When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Reginald Heber. Every nation, every clime,
Shall his righteous will obey.
OUU 605, 720, 457.
1 Clouds of glory lingering, 2 Mightiest kings his power shall own ;
Haste ! our blessed Jesus bring Heathen tribes his name adore ;
Gleam no longer from afar, Satan and his host, o'erthrown,

Like a dim, uncertain star. Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.
2 Speed thy coming, blessed One !
3 Then shall wars and tumults cease
We are fainting, sad, and lone ;
Then be banished grief and pain ;
Why doth yet the star of day Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Its bright rising thus delay ? Undisturbed, shall ever reign.
Harriet Auber.
3 Meek and humble trusting ones,
Zion's suffering, trodden sons, 825 720, 480, 531.
Day and night prevail in prayer, 1 Hasten, Lord, the promised hour
Till the kingdom ye shall share. Come in glory, come in power
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823 904, 605, 272.
Christ, the Lord, will come again, 2 Time has nearly reached its sum
None shall wait for him in vain All things wait for thee to come
I shall then his glory see Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Christ will come and call for me. Come, and reign forevermore.
fosiah Conder.
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Nov thine ancient flock bring in !
Reign, when sin shall be no more ;
Filled with righteousness divine, Reign, when death no more shall be

Claim a ransomed world for thine. Reign to all eternity.
Anon.
827 Eltham. 7 Si DL Lowell Mason.

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All our life-joy overcast, All that tells the world is loss,
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771, 901, 778.
2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; Come, that we may see thee nigh
Higher yet that star ascends. Then the sheep shall feed in peace
Traveler, blessedness and light, Hushed forever trouble's sigh,
Peace and truth, its course portends !
Sin and sorrow's triumph cease.
Anon.
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For the morning seems to dawn.
Don your armor, be not sleeping
Traveler, darkness takes its flight
One short hour, and 't will be past
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
One brief hour of toil and weeping,
Watchman, let thy wondering cease
Then comes heaven and home at last.
Hie thee to thy quiet home
Traveler, lo the Prince of peace,
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2 Let your eyes to heaven be turning,
Lo ! the Son of God is come !
Darkened sun and falling stars,
John Bowring. See the crimson heavens burning,
o2iU 771, 901, 778. Earth prepared for final wars
1 Son of God, thy people's shield, Hear the scoffer ask with jeering,
" Where's the sign that he is nigh ? "
Must we still thine absence mourn ?
Let thy promise be fulfilled Turn your eyes with joy and fearing
Thou hast said, " I will return." To the omens in the sky.
Gracious Master, soon appear 3 Signs in nature oft have told us

Quickly bring thy morning's light Of the saints' glad jubilee
Then will cease the constant tear, Soon shall azure skies enfold us,
Hope be turned to joyful sight. And upon the jasper sea
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Longs and watches, weeps and prays, And in heaven's eternal brightness ,
So the church must loner for thee. We shall know as we are known.
L. D. San ice.
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Publish, the tidings abroad. Long, long, here we have wandered,
Yes, yes, O yes, Burdened with sorrow and care
Publish the tidings abroad. Home, home, home, home,
Sorrow breathes not in its air.
3 Bright, bright, seraphs attending,
2 Home, home, there in thy bowers,
Shouts, shouts, filling the air ;
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Sin, sin, never can enter
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There will the wanderers rest.
5 Long, long, we have been waiting, 4 Home, home, bliss to the parted
Who, who, love his blest name Friends, friends, meet on its shore ;
Now, now, we are delighting, Here, here, lonely they've left us

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Patiently wait for the Lord. Home to their dwelling of love
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Few thy return helieve. Shall shine as does the day
Immersed in sloth and folly, And God, our King and Portion,
Thy servants, Lord, we see In fullness of his grace,
And few of us stand ready Shall we behold forever,
With joy to welcome thee. And worship face to face.
John M. Neale.
3 0, wake thy slumbering people
Send forth the solemn cry ODD 857, 415.
Let all the saints repeat it, 1 for the robes of whiteness
" The Saviour draweth nigh !
for the tearless eyes
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Our loins well girded be, Of
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Anon. The endless joy of keeping
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Who comes to crown the right. In that sweet meeting-place I
Arise, arise, good Christian, 3 Jesus, thou King of Glory,'
Let right to wrong succeed 1 soon shall dwell with thee

Let penitential sorrow 1 soon shall sing the story
To heavenly gladness lead, Of thy great love to me
To light that has no evening, Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter
That knows no moon nor sun, E'en now before thy throne, m
The light so new and golden, That all my love may center
The light that is but one. In thee, and thee alone.
C. L. Smith.
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From their cold beds arise, Shall walk the streets of gold
Our ransomed dust revived, Our ears shall hear with transport
Bright beauties shall put on, The hosts celestial sing
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So a soul that's born of God, There is everlasting peace,
Pants to view his glorious face Rest, enduring rest in heaven ;
Upward tends to his abode, There will sorrow ever cease,

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Let your lamps be burning bright O'er all my foes ?
In God's word is beaming light
Live by faith, and not by sight 2 When will the trumpet sound,
Crowns are your reward. That calls me home ?
The grand, sabbatic year,
3 Mid the darts of angry foe, When will it come ?
Onward, fearless, onward go,
The good soldier's courage show, 3 In yonder realms of light,
On to victory By faith I see
Let thine eyes be turned to me, A crown of glory bright,
Jesus says, " I'll rescue thee Prepared for me.
Overcome, and faithful be,
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Thou shalt glory see !
That happy day,
4 Tones of thunder through the sky, When sorrow, sin, and pain
Angel voices sounding high, Shall flee away
Echo still the mighty cry,
" Jesus, quickly come I
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Quickly he'll return again, The prize in view,
With his saints he'll come to reign, And through the storms of life
While all heaven will shout, " Amen !

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5 Marriage supper now prepared, My
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By the guests will then be shared, keep me near thy side
In fair, righteous robes arrayed, Be thou my friend.
Like the Bridegroom King.
G-lory to Jehovah's name 1
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Sound aloud the glad acclaim, Be thou my guard
To the Lamb that once was slain, And, when my work is done,
Alleluias bring My great reward.
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The breadth of Immanuel's land,
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Survey, by the side of my Lord.
The day of eternity come.
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
From earth we shall quickly remove,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
And mount to our promised abode,
My fullness of rapture I find,
The house of our Father above,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
The palace of angels and God.
3 How happy the people whose home By faith we already behold

Is found in the city of God That lovely Jerusalem here
As pilgrims no more they shall roam, Her walls are of jasper and gold,
Nor travel a dangerous road. As crystal her buildings are clear.
Physician divine, unto me Immovably founded in grace,
Thy soul-healing blessing now give, She stands as she ever has stood ;
And keep me while waiting for thee, And soon, at the end of our race,
And then to that city receive. We'll rest in that city of God.
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2 Watchman, see, the lightis beaming
Wafted on the balmy air,
Brighter still upon thy way
See the millions, hear them singing,
Signs through all the earth are gleaming.
Soon the pilgrim will be there.
Omens of the coming day Sidney S. Brewer.
When the Jubal trumpet, sounding,
Shall awake from earth and sea
o4d 844, 601, 412.
All the saints of God, now sleeping,

1 Gracious Father, guard thy children
Clad in immortality.
From
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Save, save them, Lord, from falling
3 Watchman, hail the light ascending In this dark and trying hour.
Of the grand, Sabbatic year Thou wilt surely prove thy people,
All with voices loud proclaiming All our graces must be tried
That the kingdom now is near But thy word illumes our pathway,
Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder, And in God we still confide.
Canaan's glorious hights arise; 2 We are in the time of waiting

Salem, too, appears in grandeur, Soon we shall behold our Lord,
Towering 'neath its sunlit skies Wafted far away from sorrow,
To receive our rich reward.
4 Watchman, in the golden city,
Keep us, Lord, till thine appearing,
Seated on his jasper throne,
Pure, unspotted from the world
Zion's King, arrayed in beauty,
Let thy Holy Spirit cheer us
Reigns in peace from zone to zone
Till thy banner is unfurled.
There on sunlit hills and mountains,
Golden beams serenely glow 3 With what joyful exultation
Purling streams and crystal fountains, Shall the saints thy banner see,
On whose banks sweet flow'rets blow. When the Lord for whom we've waited
Shall proclaim the Jubilee !
5 Watchman, see, the land is nearing, Freedom from this world's pollutions ;
With its vernal fruits and flowers Freedom from all sin and pain
On, just yonder, — how cheering
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Bloom forever Eden's bowers. And from death's destructive reign.
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They are holy, just, and true. Joy of every longing heart.
On the words of life they 're feeding,
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3 In that world of light and beauty, By thine own eternal Spirit
In that golden city fair, Rule in all our hearts alone
Soon its pearly gates they '11 enter, By thine all-sufficient merit
And of all its glories share. Raise us to thy glorious throne.
There, divine the soul's expansions Charles Wesley.
Free from sin, and death, and pain ;

o4b 1367, 850, 601.
Tears will never dim those mansions 1 This is not my place of resting
Where the saints immortal reign. Mine 's a city yet to come
4 Soon He comes ! with clouds descending Onward, to it, I am hastening,
All his saints, entombed, arise On to my eternal home.
The redeemed, in anthems blending, In it, all is light and glory
O'er it shines a nightless day
Shout their victory through the skies.
Every trace of sin's sad story,
0, we long for thine appearing
Saviour, quickly come
All the curse has passed away.
Come, !
Blessed hope our spirits cheering,

! 2 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
Take thy ransomed children home. By the streams of life along
Annie R. Smith. On the freshest pastures feeds us,
o45 732, 499, 608. Turns our sighing into song.
1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Born to set thy people free Soon we bid farewell to pain
From our fears and sins release us, Nevermore are sad and weary,
Let us find our rest in thee Never, never sin again.
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Let the breastplate, peace, be on thee, Cometh with unwonted power,
Take the Spirit's sword in hand Knowing that his reign will cease
Boldly, fearlessly, go forth then, When the kingdom shall be given
In Jehovah's strength to stand. To the mighty Prince of peace.
Wicked gather round thee,

spirits 5 Christian, rouse ! fight in this warfare,
Legions of those foes to God Cease not till the victory 's won
Principalities most mighty Till your Captain loud proclaimeth,
Walk unseen the earth abroad " Servant of the Lord, well done 1
They are gathering to the battle, He, alone, who thus is faithful,
Strengthened for the last deep strife Who abideth to the end,
Christian,arm be watchful, ready,
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Shall the storm your footsteps stay?
Hasten on, through joy and sorrow, 849 607, 603.
Or whatever may betide, Time, thou speedest on but slowly
Wait not for the calm to-morrow, Hours, how tardy is your pace !
Faithful at your work abide. Ere with him, the high and holy,
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3 Pilgrims, on ! what though in dangers,
Here is naught but care and mourning
Life's eventful course pursue
Comes a joy, it will not stay
Labor on, ye friendless strangers,
Fairly shines the sun at dawning,
Grace will guide you safely through.
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Saviour comes for me,
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4 Pilgrims, on there 's rest in heaven,
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Rest from every anxious care, Of the hosts redeemed by love !
Rest in Jesus' smiles, forgiven, 0, the hallelujahs ringing

Peaceful and eternal there. Through the halls of light above !
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Come, extend thy wonted favor So shall we, at thine appearing,
To our ruined, guilty race Wait thy smiling face to see
Come, thou blest, exalted Saviour So, the joyful summons hearing,
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3 His word our lamp, his truth our guide, Obedience brings the blessing near
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Tour redemption draweth nigh. my Saviour,
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And are sure the land is near 3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
Onward, onward we are hasting, Far away from thee I pine
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Let your voices 0^ thy Spirit feel in mine ?
Sound aloud your holy cheer. my Saviour,
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When shall I be wholly thine ?
855 857, 132.
4 Nearer is my soul's salvation,
Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here Spent the night, the day at hand ;
Christ, to all believers precious, Keep me in my

lowly station,
Lord of lords shall soon appear. Watching for thee, till I stand,
Mark the tokens my Saviour,
Of his heavenly kingdom near. In thy bright and promised land.
Yes, the prize shall soon be given ;
5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning
We his open face shall see Swift to hear, and slow to roam,
Love, the earnest of our heaven, Watching for thy glad returning
Love our full reward shall be To restore me to my home
Love shall crown us Come, my Saviour,
Kings through all eternity. my Saviour, quickly come
Charles Wesley. John S. B. Monsell
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Cease thy mourning Christ is coming

Zion still is well beloved. Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come !
John R. Macduff.
3 God, thy God, will now restore thee
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Here their boasts and triumphs end
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Of the hour of Judgment near.
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2 Earth can now but tell the story
Of thy bitter cross and pain Now a final doom proclaims
All who worship beast or image
She shall yet behold thy glory
When thou comest back to reign Soon shall feel the avenging flames
Christ is coming
Grace no longer
Shelters their unworthy names.
Let each heart repeat the strain.
3 Long thy exiles have been pining, 4 Here are they who now are waiting,
Far from rest, and home, and thee And have patience to endure
While the dragon's hosts are raging,
But, in heavenly vesture shining,
These confide in God, secure
Soon they shall thy glory see
Faith of Jesus
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Gloom and darkness flee away.
Who in death and darkness lay
3 While the foe becomes more daring,
God of Israel, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand
While he enters like a flood,
Let the message be victorious
God the Saviour is preparing
Through the world, in every land
Means to spread his light abroad
Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly,
Every tongue and every language
Soon shall hear tbe truth of God.
And thy blessing now command.
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For lo, beyond those scenes emerges told?
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Christian, behold, the land is nearing, for the day-spring that cometh from God
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O'er pangs for the loved which we cannot fear;
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5 Jesus, my Saviour, when shall I behold come !
That morning long promised by prophets To be a firm pillar in God's sacred dome,
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Chase all our griefs away. The Son of God, is here
Come, blessed Lord let every shore !
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And answering island sing Andhim with delight
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Unmingled, pure, and free, His reign of peace above,
Of union with our living Head, And drink, with unexhausted joy,
Of fellowship with thee ? The river of his love.
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The plan of salvation eye will see faith's To live forever and reign with me ;
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1 The day of wrath, that dreadful day,
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What power shall be the sinner's stay ?

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How shall he meet that dreadful day ?
4 His enemies with wild dismay
Fly from the sight, and shun the day ;
2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll,
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, The flaming heavens together roll,
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Isaac Watts. Besounds the trump that wakes the dead,
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1 Dark brood the heavens over thee, When man to Judgment wakes from clay.
Black clouds of gloom are gathering fast, Be thou, Christ, thy people's stay,
In awful power thy God has come, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
Thy days of sin and mirth are past. Walter Scott.
2 Dark brood the heavens over thee, O/O 638, 136, 847.
Bed flames of death are bursting round 1 When thou shalt come with trumpet sound,
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders With countless angels hovering round,
roar, Saviour ! grant me, in the air,
How shakes the heaving, broken ground With all thy saints, to meet thee there
3 Dark brood the heavens over thee, 2 Weep, my soul ere that great day
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Behold, the Judge of all appears When God shall shine in stern array
Unnumbered millions throng around, weep thy sin, that thou mayest be
Baised from the buried dust of years. In that severest Judgment free
4 Dark brood the heavens over thee 3 Christ ! forgive, remit, protect,
Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom And thy servant with the elect,
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Destruction opens wide for thee That I may hear the voice that calls
Thy blindly chosen, final home. The righteous to thy heavenly halls
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That none who love him may be sad. When God shall dwell indeed with men.
3 The Lord is coming! saints, rejoice!
2 Saints your heads that day is near
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We soon shall hear his glorious voice, When your Redeemer shall appear,
Majestic, uttered from afar,
To take the kingdom and the crown,
As on he hastes his conquering car.
And make his ransomed church his own.
4 The Lord coming vengeful, dire,
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When dark night of death is gone
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Who walk not in the narrow path. That morning of eternity.
Anon.
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1 Our Saviour comes to raise the just, watching for that glorious day
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Who long have slumbered in the dust When with the voice of trumpet loud
His voice will break their long repose, The Judge appears on yonder cloud.
Anon.
And snatch them from the last of foes.
OOLi 19, 347, 212.
2 He comes to change the waiting ones
1 The Lord is coming ! seas, retire !
Who now endure the world's cold frowns

Ye mountains, melt to liquid fire !
Their feet are planted on the Rock

Ye oceans, cease to ebb and flow
They fear not, though a little flock. His stately steppings ye should know.
3 Sinner, dost thou not dread thy doom ? 2 The Lord coming Who shall stand ?
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Stern justice lifts the avenging sword He with the righteous garment on
To slay the mocker of Grod's word. Which Christ our glorious King hath won.
4 then repent, ere the decree, 3 The Lord is coming watch and pray ! !
" Let him that's filthy, filthy be," So shalt thou hasten that glad day ;
From the stern Judge's lips shall fall, So shalt thou then escape the snare,
And thou for rocks and mountains call And Christ's eternal glory share.
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Behold the Lord of glory crowned, Bid ragged rocks upon you fall
Arrayed in majesty divine, Seek, in the cavern's gloomy maze,
And in his highest glories shine. A refuge from his piercing gaze.
3 The grave yields up its precious trust, 5 But saints who here have waited long,
Which long has slumbered in the dust, Now raise with joy the choral song,
Resplendent forms ascending, fair, Lo ! this is he, our coming Lord,
Now meet the Saviour in the air. He saves according to his word.
Reginald Heber.
4 Descending with his azure throne,
He claims the kingdom for his own GOO 212, 316, 914.
The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing.

1 The Lord is coming ! glad and free
Proclaim the note of jubilee.
And hail him their triumphant King.
Arouse, ye nations, countless throng,
5 joyful day, when he appears Ring out the tidings loud and long.
With all his saints, to end their fears
Our Lord will then his right obtain,
2 This earth, with her ten thousand wrongs,
And in his kingdom ever reign.
Will soon be tuned to nobler songs
Our praise shall then, in realms of light,
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With all his universe unite.
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As once in lowly form he came For our redemption draweth nigh

A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The great glad day of sin's eclipse
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. Is trembling on heaven's finger-tips.
The Lord will come a dreadful form, —

4 The trumpet sounds o'er land and sea,
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With wreath of flame and robe of storm, And heaven rolls back the melody
On cherub wings and wings of wind, The sleeping nations of the dead
Anointed Judge of human-kind. Awake, and leave their earth-dark bed.
Can this be He who wont to stray 5 The Lord, our Saviour, Prince of heaven.
A pilgrim on the world's highway ;
Descends 'mid clouds all thunder riven ;
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride ? Look up, ye saints, behold your King,
God I is this the Crucified ? He comes deliverance to bring.
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4 Soon will he rule the earth with grace,
Repeat the sounding joy.
And make the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
No more let sin and sorrow grow,
And wonders of his love.
Nor thorns infest the ground Isaac Watts.
887 Lisbon. O i IVI i Daniel Read.
1. And will the Ju And must the dead a-rise? And not a single soulescape His all-discerning eyes ?
1086, 89, 403, And the last awful day shall pour
How will my heart endure His blessings on your head.
The terrors of that day, Philip Doddridge.
When earth and heaven, before the Judge, 000 1040, 558, 736.
Astonished, shrink away 1 Behold, the day is come
The righteous Judge is near
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The mansions of the dead,
And sinners, trembling at their doom,
Shall soon their sentence hear.
Hark from the gospel's cheering sound
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What joyful tidings spread! 2 Angels, iD bright attire,

Conduct him through the skies
•1 Ye sinners, seek his grace Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire-,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear
Attend him as he flies.
Fly to the shelter of the cross,
3 The whole creation groans
And find salvation there.
But saints arise and sing:
5 So shall that curse remove, They are the ransomed of the Lord,
By which the Saviour bled •,
And he their God and King.
Benjamin Beddome.
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2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 1 And must I be to Judgment brought.
Thou ruler of my heart, And answer in that day,
How could I bear to hear thy voice For every vain and idle thought,
Pronounce the word, Depart And every word I say ?
3 What ! from my Lord,

to be banished 2 Yes every secret of my heart
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To rocks and mountains cry !

Shall shortly be made known,
And yet to them must call in vain And I receive my just desert
For who his wrath can fly ? For all that I have done.
4 0, wretched state of deep despair, 3 How careful, then, ought I to live,
To see my God remove, With what religious fear
And fix my doleful station where Who such a strict account must give
I cannot taste his love !
For my behaviour here
Isaac Waits,
4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
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1 The angel comes, —
he comes to reap
The watchful power bestow
So shall I to my ways take heed,
The harvest of the Lord
In all I speak or do.
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep, Charles Wesley.
Wide waves his flaming sword.
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2 And who are they in sheaves to bide Throned on a cloud, the Judge will come,
The fire of vengeance, bound ? Bright flames prepare his way
The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Choked the fair crop around. Lead on the dreadful day.
3 And who are they reserved in store, No more shall bold blasphemers say,
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God's treasure-house to fill ? Judgment will ne'er begin
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The wheat, a hundredfold that bore, No more abuse his long delay
Amid surrounding ill. By carelessness and sin.
4 King of mercy ! grant us power Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
Thy fiery wrath to flee For all his poor oppressed,
In thy destroying angel's hour To save the people of his love,
0, gather us to thee And give the weary rest.

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The great decisive day Victorious from the dead
Which from the verge of mortal life So his disciples rise and reign
Shall bear thee far away. With their triumphant Head.
3 Yet does one short, preparing hour 2 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds
One precious hour remain — Christ shall with shouts descend ;
Rouse, then, my soul, with all thy power, And the last trumpet's awful voice
Nor let it pass in vain. The heavens and earth shall rend.
Anon.
3 The saints of God, from death set free,
Ot/4 7077, 207, 774.
With joy shall mount on high
1 Hark the glad sound the Saviour comes,
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The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,

The Saviour promised long
Shall meet them in the sky.
He comes to reign on David's throne
Lift up your joyful song. 4 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go
2 He comes, the prisoner to release,
And dwell forever with the Lord,
In Satan's bondage held
Beyond the reach of woe.
The gates of brass before him burst, Isaac Watts,
The iron fetters yield.
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3 He comes to usher in the morn 1 Each setting sun draws near the day
With his celestial ray, When, at Jehovah's word,
And on the eyes oppressed with night The heavens like smoke shall pass away,
To pour eternal day. Revealing Christ our Lord.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 2 To speak our doom he will descend,
The wounded soul to cure, Beheld by every eye
And, with the treasures of his grace, Life or destruction shall attend
To bless the humble poor. Those Judgments from on high.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 3 Then weigh thyself with anxious care,
Thy welcome shall proclaim, And seek a throne of grace
And heaven's eternal arches ring Thy soul his Spirit can prepare
With thy beloved name. To stand before his face.
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To have my worthless name left out, Ah ! see, the graves are opening now.
When thou for them shalt call? The saints come forth, and every brow
3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace
Beams with a radiant joy;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place To life immortal they arise,
Inheritors of Paradise,
In that expected day.
Thy pardoning voice, let me hear,
Where death cannot destroy.
To still each unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray. Stupendous scene those men of old,— !
Prophets, who have the story told

4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Of this transcendent day,
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The patriarchs, apostles too,
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To see thy smiling face
Who lived and died with it in view,
Come forth in bright array.
Then joyfully thy praise I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of endless grace. Now satisfied ; for like their Lord,
Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. Whose promise shines within the word,
His likeness they should wear
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Now the kingdoms of this world Then the sinner's hope shall close
Are the kingdoms of his Son. Then begin his final woes
3 He shall reign from pole to pole Then he knocks, but knocks in vain,
With supreme, unbounded sway Who shall break his iron chain ?
He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Then he knocks, but knocks in vain,
Yonder heavens have passed away Who shall break his iron chain ?
Then beneath his iron rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall Earth is fleeing, fleeing fast,
Hallelujah! to our G-od, And its beauty fades at last j
Lo, he comes to conquer all. beloved, then, awake,
James Montgomery.
Bonds of carnal slumber break
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1 To the kingdom promised long, While remains one hour of day
With his shining angel throng, Wake, beloved, watch and pray,
Righteous vengeance to fulfill, While remains one hour of day
Recompense for good and ill,
Adam's race from dust to call, Judgment cometh ;
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Lo, He cometh, Judge of all
Adam's race from dust to call,
Judgment cometh ;
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Steadfast, steadfast let us stand,

Lo, He cometh, Judge of all. For the Judge is nigh at hand ;
2 He shall speak, and earth shall hear Steadfast let us rest each night,
Rending rocks shall quake with fear, Steadfast wake at morning light.
And the waking dead shall come Steadfast let us rest each night,
From the silence of the tomb. Steadfast wake at morning light.
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Gracious Saviour, Loved and served the Lord below,
Own me in that day as thine He will say, " Come near ye blessed,
3 At dead awaken,
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Their redemption is at hand. Where no foe can e'er molest
3 See, the Lord appears in view
Happy in the Saviour's love,
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Deeply wailing, Hallelujah
Shall the true Messiah see Praise his gracious name and word.
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Heaven and earth shall flee away Every tear is wiped away ;
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High on thy eternal throne 907 857, 772.
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Claim the kingdom for thine own ! See their great exalted Head :
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Solemn tones break on the ear Truth and justice go before him ;
Louder now its echoes bounding, Now the blissful sentence hear
All the earth astonished hear Hallelujah 1
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Judge divine, soon appear!
Christ our Saviour doth appear.
3 Come, ye blessed of my Father,
2 See the righteous dead are waking,
Enter into life and joy
Coming forth from dust anew ;
Banish all your fears and sorrows

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Endless praise be your employ

Jesus Christ appears to view !
Hallelujah
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Welcome bliss without alloy.

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"With joy their Lord surrounding Every eye shall see his wounds
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, Great his glory, great his glory
His presence sheds eternal day
Every knee to him shall bow,
On those prepared to meet him.
3 But sinners filled with guilty fears,
3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
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4 Great God what do I see and hear

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4 All who love him view his glory,
The Judge of man I see appear In his bright, once-marred face
On clouds of glory seated Jesus cometh all his people
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Beneath his cross I view the day Now their heads with gladness raise ;
When heaven and earth shall pass away, Happy mourners ! happy mourners !
And thus prepare to meet him. Lo, on clouds he comes, he comes I
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5 See redemption, long expected,
1 Lo, he cometh countless trumpets !
On that awful day appear
Christ's appearance usher in :
All his people, once despised,

'Midst ten thousand saints and angels
Joyful meet him in the air :
See our Judge and Saviour shine

Hallelujah! hallelujah !
Hallelujah ! hallelujah
Welcome, welcome, Lamb once slain. Saviour, now thy kingdom comes.
John Cennicn.
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In glorious liberty, And all his glory see.
In endless life to reign. Lo, thisis he, our glorious Lord,
Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord, He comes according to his word.
He comes according to his word. The Saviour, promised long,
To David's glorious Son, Appears, on earth to reign
The glad hosanna raise, Awake the swelling song,
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Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord,
Lo, this is he, our glorious Lord, He comes according to his word.
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Those who smote him with the reed "Ye mountains on us fall,"
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For his hand will find out all in that day.
And made his temples bleed, will be there. Anon
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W00DW0RTH. L. M. William B. Bradbury.
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Yet not one anxious, murmuring thought 1 Blessed are they henceforth that die
Should with our mourning passions Reclining on the Saviour's breast
Wend, They cease from every care and sigh.
Nor would our bleeding hearts forget From all their labors they have rest.
The almighty, ever-living Friend.
2 No more they meet with cruel foes,
Beneath a numerous train of ills No more with anxious care oppressed :
Our feeble flesh and heart may fail They warred the conflict till life's close ;
Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, Their toil is o'er, they sweetly rest.
O'er every gloomy fear prevail.
3 The living saints have yet to meet
Our Father, God to thee we look,
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And brave the tempter's utmost ire
Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend The grave will be a blest retreat
And on thy covenant love and truth, While earth is whelmed in troubles dire.
Our sinking souls shall still depend
Anon. 4 Thy righteous will be done, God !
915 927, 924. To meet the foe and overcome,

How sweet the hour of closing day, Or lay me down beneath the sod
When all is peaceful and serene, To rest till thou shalt call me home.
R. F. Cottrell.
And the broad sun's retiring ray
Sheds mellow luster o'er the scene !
t/1 I 927, 918.
Such is the Christian's parting hour 1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb ;
So peacefully he sinks to rest Take this new treasure to thy trust
When faith, endued from Heaven with And give these sacred relics room
power, To slumber in the quiet dust.
Sustains and cheers his languid breast. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Mark but that radiance of his eye, Invades thy bounds no mortal woes ;
That smile upon his wasted cheek Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
They tell us of his hope on high While angels watch the soft repose.
In language that no tongue can speak. 3 So Jesus slept God's dying Son ;
Who would not wish to die like those Passed through the grave, and blessed
Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless? the bed
To sink into that soft repose, Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
Then wake to perfect happiness ? The morning break, and pierce the shade.
William Bathursl. Isaac Watts.
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2 Weep not as those who weep in vain, 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
Nor like the hopeless ones complain ;
With luster brighter far shall shine,
Our frosted buds, our withered flowers, Revive with ever-during bloom,
Shall spring again in fairer bowers. Safe from diseases and decline.
3 blessed hope to mourners given G Let sickness blast, let death devour,
The hope of union sweet in heaven ! If heaven but recompense our pains
No more to part, no more to weep, Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
No more to sleep death's silent sleep. If firm the word of God remains.
Samuel Wesley, Jr.
4 Then let this hope our spirits cheer v3) 924, 927.
The promised morn will soon appear,
The morn that sets the prisoners free,
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F. E. Belden.
Can reach the silent slumberer there.
919 974, 923.
1 The morning flowers display their sweets, 2 He lived, his Saviour to adore,
And gay their silken leaves unfold, And meekly all his sufferings bore
As careless of the noontide heats, He loved, and all resigned to Grod ;
As fearless of the evening cold. Nor murmured at his chastening rod.
2 Nipped by the wind's unkindly blast, 3 Does earth attract thee here ? they cried
Parched by the sun's directer ray. The dying Christian thus replied,
The momentary glories waste, While pointing upward to the sky,
The short-lived beauties die away. " My treasure is laid up on high."
3 So blooms the human face divine 4 —
He sleeps in Jesus soon to rise,
When youth its pride of beauty shows When the last trump shall rend the skies
Fairer than spring the colors shine, Then burst the fetters of the tomb,
And sweeter than the virgin rose. To wake in full, immortal bloom.
4 Or worn by slowly rolling years, 5 He sleeps in Jesus —

cease thy grief;
Or broke by sickness in a day, Let this afford thee sweet relief-
The fading glory disappears, That, freed from death's triumphant reign,
The short-lived beauties die away. In heaven he will live again.
Annie R. Smith.
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The fondest hopes the soonest die, Frail, smiling solace of an hour
And harps but once to gladness strung So soon our transient comforts fly,
Are on the weeping-willows hung. And pleasure only blooms to die.
3 How much of grief, how little joy, 2 Is there no kind, no healing art,
How little gold, how much alloy, To soothe the anguish of the heart ?
How many doubts, how many fears Divine Redeemer, be thou nigh
Ye bring us, O ye passing years Thy comforts were not made to die.
4 Though sorrow dims our vision here, 3 Let gentle Patience smile on pain,
Faith points beyond this mortal sphere, Till dying Hope revives again ;
Where tears of anguish never flow, She wipes the tear from Sorrow's eye,
Where pain and death none ever know. And Faith points upward to the sky.
F. E. Belden. Anne Steele.
923 Retreat. M, Thomas Hastings.
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I shall from him receive the prize,
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The starry crown to victors due.
In all his majesty appear.
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With holy confidence to rest Then shall they rise to meet their God,
In hope of being ever blest. And ever dwell in his abode.
3 Asleep in Jesus Peaceful rest,
! Celestial dawn ! Triumphant hour
Whose waking supremely blest
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No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour Which bids the sleeping dust arise,
That manifests the Saviour's power. And join the anthems of the skies
4 Asleep in Jesus ! Soon to rise, This weary life will soon be past,
When the last trump shall rend the skies The lingering morn will come at last,
Then burst the fetters of the tomb, And gloomy mists will roll away
And wake in full, immortal bloom. Before that bright, unfading day.
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Of earthly hopes are emblems true Then let the hope of joys to come
The glory of a passing hour.
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears
But though earth's fairest blossoms die, If God be ours, we're traveling home,
And all beneath the skies is vain, Though passing through a vale of tears.
David E. Ford.
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Shall peace and hope no more arise ? 1 As the sweet flower that scents the morn.
No future morning light the tomb, But withers in the rising day,
Nor day-star gild the darksome skies ? Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,
3 Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears !
Thus swiftly fled its life away.
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness
2 It died ere its expanding soul
sprang,
Had ever burned with wrong desires,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,
Had ever spurned high Heaven's control,
And heaven with praise and wonder rang. Or ever quenched its sacred fires.
4 Faith sees the bright eternal doors 3 It died to died to cares,

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Unfold to make his children way ; But for a moment felt the rod
They shall be clothed with endless life, mourner, such the Lord declares,
And shine in everlasting day. Such are the children of our God.
Timothy Dwight. John IV. Cunnington.
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2 Their hatred and their love are lost,
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Since no device, nor work is found,
They have no share in all that 's done
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
Beneath the circuit of the sun. Anon.
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And thou hast willed these eyes should There is a morning star must shine,
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And all those shadows shall depart.
3 Blest be the grief that closer binds Though faith may droop and tremble here,
Our mourning hearts, Lord, to thee That day of light shall surely come
Blest be the faith, in death that finds — His path will lead him safely home
A hope of immortality When twilight breaks, the dawn is near.
4 Thus dust to dust, and earth to earth, Though hope seem now to hope in vain,
And ashes cold we lay away And Death, seem king of all below,
To wait that glad, immortal birth, There yet shall come the morning gloWj
The promised resurrection day. And wake our slumbers once again.
F. E. Belden. Anon.
932 Federal Street. L. M. Henry Kemble Oliver.
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Alike in God's all-seeing eye,
The infant's day, the patriarch's age. And use the moments as they fly.
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933 Naomi, C. M. Hans George Naegeli.
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2 When shall the tedious night be gone ? 2 The graves of all his saints he blest,
When will our Lord appear ? And softened every bed ;
Our fond desires would pray him down, Where should the dying members rest,
Our love embrace him here. But with their dying Head ?
3 Let faith arise, and climb the hills, 3 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And from afar descry And showed our feet the way
How distant are his chariot wheels, Up to the Lord we all shall fly
And tell how fast they fly. At the great rising day.
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And lo the graves obey
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And waking saints, with joyful eyes,

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Salute the expected day.
Awake, ye nations under ground ;
Isaac Watts. Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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934 647, 937,
1 Jesus made known the path of light,

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Which righteous men shall tread

1 A lovely infant sleeps in death ;
He showed the way, the truth, the life,

;
How beautiful and fair !
Yes, even now, though void of breath,

In rising from the dead.
God's impress still is there.
2 Then let these fleshly yearnings cease,
Let joy our hearts expand 2 And if thus fair and lovely here,
Death is them a peaceful sleep
to Beneath death's icy hand,
Who keep their Lord's command. will it not be beauteous there,
3 This sleeping dust ere long shall rise, 'Mid the immortal band ?
And these dead bones awake, 3 When Jesus bids it rise and live
When Christ in glory rends the skies, With all the saints in light,
And all the kingdoms shake. A glorious body then he'll give,
Anon.
Resplendent to the sight
935 943, 147.
Why should we tremble to convey 4 Though nature weeps when lovely ties
The Christian to the tomb ? So strongly bound are riven,
Yet faith the Saviour's words applies,
There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
" Of such the realms of heaven
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5 Night falls, but soon the morning light
Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, Its glories shall restore
And trample on the tombs And thus the eyes that sleep in death,
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My great Redeemer ever lives, Shall wake to close no more.

My God, my Saviour, comes. William B. O. Peabody.
The mighty conqueror shall appear, UOU 724, 647.

1 When the awful voice
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High on a royal seat
This rending earth shall shake,
And death, the last of all our foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.
When opening graves shall yield their
charge,
Then shall I see thy lovely face And dust to life awake,
With strong, immortal eyes, 2 Those bodies that corrupted fell,
And feast upon thy wondrous grace Shall incorrupt arise,
With pleasure and surprise. And mortal forms shall spring to life
Isaac Watts.
Immortal in the skies.
UOO 041, 644. 3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung
1 Behold the western evening light Is now at last fulfilled
It melts in deepening gloom ;
And Death yields up his ancient reign,
So calmly Christians sink away, And, vanquished, quits the field.
Descending to the tomb. 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
2 The winds breathe low, the yellow leaf And now in triumph sing :
Scarce whispers from the tree ; Grave, where is thy victory?

So gently flows the parting breath And where, Death, thy sting ?
William Cameron.
When good men cease to be.
3 How mildly on the wandering cloud

y4U 779, 943.
1 Unconscious now in peaceful sleep,
sunset beam is cast 1
The From all her cares at rest,
So sweet the memory left behind While friends around are called to weep.
When loved ones breathe their last. She is divinely blessed.
4 And lo ! above the dews of night 2 Away from Satan's tempting snare,
The vesper star appears Her 's no longer tried
faith
So faith lights up the mourner's heart, In Jesus she is sleeping there
Whose eyes are dim with tears. For in bright hope she died.
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0, who that saw thy parting hour Each moment brings a parting word,
Could wish thee hack again ? And many a falling tear.
3 Angels shall guard thy sleeping dust, 2 And though these years, to mortals given,
And, as thy Saviour rose, Are filled with grief and pain,
The grave again shall yield her trust, —
There is a hope, the hope of heaven,
And end thy deep repose. Where loved ones meet again.
4 Thy Lord, before to glory gone, 3 glorious morning quickly come, !
Shall bid thee come away And wake this slumbering clay
And calm and bright shall break the dawn Touch these pale lips, so cold and dumb,
Of heaven's eternal day. With thine immortal ray.
Dale. F. E. Belden.
943 LlLLlE. Ci IVIi F. E. Belden.
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From suffering and from sin released, Freed from the ills of mortal life,
And safe from every snare. They wait a rich reward.
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2 Why shrinks my soul ? In death's embrace 4 My Lord, before to glory gone,

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And angels, hovering o'er the place, And calm and bright shall break the dawn
His lowly pillow kept. Of heaven's eternal day.
3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, 5 Then let my faith each fear dispel,
And as the Saviour rose, And gild with light the grave
The grave again shall yield her trust, To him my loftiest praises swell,
And end my deep repose. Who died from death to save.
Ray Palmer.
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Where storms arise and ocean rolls, There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And all is drear but heaven. And joys supreme are given ;
3 ThereFaith lifts up her tearless eye,

There rays divine disperse the gloom
The heart no longer riven,
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb,
And views the tempest passing by, Appears the dawn of heaven.
Anon.
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2 Rest for the fevered brain, 4 Lord, let us put on thee
Rest for the throbbing eye In perfect holiness,

Thro' these parched lips of thine no more And rise prepared thy face to see
Shall pass the moan or sigh. Thy bright, unclouded face.
3 Soon shall the trump of God 5 Thy grace with glory crown,
Give out the welcome sound Who
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That shakes thy silent chamber walls, And then triumphantly come down,
And breaks the turf-sealed ground. And take us up to heaven.
Charles Wesley.
4 Ye dwellers in the dust.
Awake come forth and
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Sharp has your frost of winter been, 1 0, for the death of those
But bright shall be your spring. Who slumber in the Lord !
0, be like theirs my last repose,

5 'T was sown in weakness here, Like theirs my last reward
'T will then be raised in power
That which was sown an earthly seed, 2 Their bodies in the ground
Shall rise a heavenly flower In silent hope may lie,
Horatius Bonar, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound

Shall call them to the sky.
947 89, 949.
1 We know, by faith we know, 3 Then ransomed they will soar

If this vile house of clay, On wings of faith and love.
This tabernacle, sink below, To meet the Saviour they adore,
In ruinous decay And reign with him above.
2 We have a house above, 4 With us their names shall live
Not made with mortal hands Through the remaining years,
And firm as our Redeemer's love Embalmed with all .our hearts can give ;
That heavenly fabric stands. Our praises and our tears.

3 Full of immortal hope, 5 0, for the death of those
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Of everlasting life. Like theirs my last reward !
James Montgomery.
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I weep with those that weep ; . When portals dark are riven.
For I have felt death's chilling wave, How blessed here to mourn,
And crossed its waters deep. And there be comforted
3 I have the keys of death, When Christ shall call again his own,
To me they have been given And bring them from the dead
F. E. Belden.
950 Gorton. S. M. L. Von Beethoven.
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4 Lord, accept the praise
Till he shall bid it rise.
Of these our humble songs,
3 Arrayed in glorious grace Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
Shall these vile bodies shine, With our immortal tongues.
Zsaai' Watts.
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There passions rage no more, Comes to me o'er and o'er
And there the weary pilgrim rests I 'm nearer to my parting hour
From all the toils he bore. Than e'er I 've been before.
3 There all, both small and great, 2 Nearer my Father's house,
Partake the same repose Where many mansions be
And there in peace the ashes mix Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns,
Of those who once were foes. Nearer the crystal sea.
4 All, by the hand of death, 3 Nearer my going home,
Partake a common tomb Laying my burden down,
Yet saints shall not forever sleep Leaving my cross of heavy grief,
Not theirs the sinner's doom. Wearing my starry crown.
R. Blair. Pkoebe Cary.
953 Meet Again. 7s. l.s.h AL l.
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Meet where songs shall ne'er grow old, Careworn souls, by tempests driven,
Sweetly tuned to harps of gold. 0, how sweet to meet in heaven !
L S. Hall.
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No more by sin and sorrow pressed. For soon with a celestial smile
Are hushed in quiet sleep. We '11 meet to part no more.
Anon.
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From wounds that sink so deep And there in union sweet
No earthly hand relieves. Sing of a Saviour's love.
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Soon the spoiler seeks his prey, Turn we to the gospel's light
Soon he bears us all away. Thou didst triumph o'er the grave,
Yet the seed, upraised, again Thou wilt all thy people save
Clothes with green the smiling plain ;
Ransomed by thy blood they rise,
Onward as the seasons move, Mounting victors to the skies.
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James Montgomery.
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3 Sleep, dear sister, kind and tender, Where no wintry winds are blowing,
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Annie R. Smith.
959 Fern Dell. OS & /Si Isaac B. Woodbury.
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Blessed Lord, thy will be done. Thou hast taken but thine own
3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning. Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Mercy still is on the throne Evermore thy will be done.
Thomas- Hastings.
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2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, 1 Sister, thou art sweetly sleeping,

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Thou no more wilt join our number, Dearest sister, how we miss thee
Thou no more our songs shalt know. Miss thee in the house of prayer.
3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us 2 Thou wilt sleep, but not forever
Here thy loss we deeply feel Jesus died, and rose again ;
But 't is God that hath bereft us, Soon he '11 come in clouds of glory,
He can all our sorrows heal. Thou wilt rise with him to reign.
4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, 3 Sister, then we hope to meet thee
When this mortal life is fled Then we '11 take thee by the hand
Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee, Then we'll twine our arms around thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed. In that bright and happy land.
S. F. Smith. Mrs. Small.
962 Sleep. 8S & 7S. Geo. E. Lee.
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How our aching hearts despair. Wave above her lowly bed.
Round the silent grave we linger
Till the setting sun is low, 2 With what grief and anguish riven
Feeling all our hopes have perished Should we see the loved depart,
With the flower we cherished so. If there were no promise given
3 We may sleep, but not forever, soothe the wounded heart
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In the lone and silent grave If the chainswith which death binds them
Blessed be the Lord that taketh, Ne'er again should broken be,
Blessed be the Lord that gave. And his prison which confines them
In the bright, eternal city, Ne'er be burst to set them free !
Death can never, never come

3 But a gloriousclay is nearing,
In his own good time he'll call us
Earth's long-wished-for jubilee,
From our rest to home, sweet home.
Mrs. M. A. Kidder. When creation's King appearing,
Shall proclaim his people free
964 When upborne on Love's bright pinion,
1 Passed away from earth forever, They shall shout from land and. sea,
Free from all its cares and fears, "Death, where is thy dark dominion !
She again will join us never Grave, where is thy victory !
While we tread this vale of tears U. Smith.

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And feet of restless millions Nor break the happy slumbers
Shall o'er thy chambers tread Of death's dark, silent home.
Earthquakes, whirlwinds, tempests, Couch of tranquil slumber
Tear the quivering ground For the weary brow
Voices, trumpets, thunders, Best of faint and toiling,
Fill the air around Take this loved one now.
Horatitis Bonar.
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We love to see its colors glow, How long or short our life may be
But while we look, they die We feel no anxious care
Life fails as soon to-day 'tis here
: Though life depart, our joys shall last
To-morrow it may disappear. When life and all its joys are past.
Jane Taylor.
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1 If I in thy likeness, Lord, may awake,
That scatters death's dark gloom
And shine, a pure image of thee,
It cheers the saddened spirits up,
Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break
It gilds the Christian's tomb ;
The fetters of death, and be free.
It brings the resurrection near,
When those we love shall re-appear. 2 I know this stained tablet must first be
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3 Then mourn we not as those whose hopes
To let thy bright features be drawn ;
With fleeting life depart

I know I must suffer the darkness of night,
For we have heard a voice from heaven To welcome the coming of dawn.
To every stricken heart
" Blest are the dead, forever blest, 3 0, 1 shall be satisfied when I can cast
Who from henceforth in Jesus rest." The shadow of nature all by,
When this dreary world from my vision is
4 With kind regard the Lord beholds passed,
His saints when called to die, To live in an unclouded day.
And precious in his holy sight
4 I feel the blest morning begins to draw
Their sacred dust shall lie
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When time's dreary fancy shall fade ;
And they shall rise to die no more.
O, then in thy likeness may I but appear,
In glory and beauty arrayed
5 A few more days, and we shall meet !
The loved whose toil is o'er, 5 When on thine own image in me thou hast
And plant with joy our bounding feet smiled,
On Canaan's radiant shore, Within thy blest mansion, and when
Where, free from all earth's cares and fears, The arms of my Father encircle his child,
We '11 part no more through endless years. I shall be satisfied then

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While o'er our gladness lone shadows creep. Fond hopes have vanished flown with — ;
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Telling of dear ones gone to the tomb. Joy turns to sadness, life seems but pain
0, shall we ever meet thee again ?
3 Guarding thy slumbers, cypress shall wave. Yes,we shall meet thee on heaven's shore.
Mournful and silent, over thy grave. Where death and partings come nevermore
Angels their vigils watchful shall keep, There, will our Saviour dry every tear
Waiting thy blissful waking from sleep. Sorrowful mourner, be of good cheer.
F. E. Belden,
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From tears and woes, union sweet
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Thine is repose There we shall meet,
Where none ever weary: Where sad tears fall never :
Sweet be thy rest. Sweet be thy rest.

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thy side Press lightly on them till the night be
The wide arms of mercy were spread to past,
infold thee, And the far east give note of coming day
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless The day of re-appearing how it speeds !
hath died. He who is true and faithful speaks the

word:
3 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere Then shall we ever be with those we love
wrong to deplore thee, Then shall we be forever with the Lord.
When Grod was thy ransom, thy guardian,
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They hasten up to meet their coming
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1 Thus in the quiet joy of kindly trust, and light

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To the safe keeping of the silent cell. without the tear.
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2 Open, ye gates ! The glorious King 1 Thy kingdom come. Thus day by day
Approaches with a holy throng We lift our hands to God and pray
Open, ye gates Saints, angels, sing
! But who has ever duly weighed
On golden harps the victor's song The meaning of the words he said ?
3 righteous nation ! enter in, 2 Thy kingdom come. O day of joy,
That kept the law of truth below, When praise shall every tongue employ
Enter the place, all free from sin, When hate and strife and war shall cease,
Where life's pure waters gently flow. And man with man shall be at peace.
4 Within these walls shall they remain, 3 Jesus on Zion's hill,
shall reign
Who trusted, mighty Lord in thee !
And the earth with glory fill
all
Death, their last enemy, is slain His word shall Paradise restore,
They have a right to life's fair tree. And sin and death afflict no more.
R. F. Cottrell.
4 God's holy then be done
will shall
974 19, 64, 336.
By all who
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1 Lo round the throne, a glorious band,
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For saints shall then as angels be,

The myriads stand
saints in countless
All changed to immortality.
Of every tongue redeemed to God, Anon.
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.
97b 638, 932, 104.
2 Through tribulation great they came 1 Great God, whose universal sway
They bore the cross, despised the shame ; All heaven reveres, all worlds obey,
But now from all their labors rest Now make the Saviour's glory known ;
In God's eternal glory blest. Extend his power, exalt his throne.
3 They see the Saviour face to face 2 Thy scepter well becomes his hands
They sing the triumph of his grace Angels submit to his commands
And day and night, with ceaseless praise, His justice shall protect the poor,
To him their loud hosannas raise. And pride and rage prevail no more.
4 O may we tread the sacred road 3 With power he vindicates the just,
That holy saints and martyrs trod, And treads the oppressor in the dust
Wage to the end the glorious strife, His righteous government shall last
And win, like them, a crown of life Till days,and years, and time be past.
Mary L. Duncan. Anon.
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2 We Ve no abiding city here, 1 When Goddescends with men to dwell,
We seek a city out of sight And all creation wakes anew,
Zion its name, —
the Lord is there,
What tongue can half the wonders tell ?
It shines with everlasting light.
What eye the dazzling glory view ?
3 O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are 2 Zion, the desolate, again
Shall see her lands with roses bloom,
blest
Had I the pinions of a dove,
And Carmel's mount and Sharon's plain
Shall yield their spices and perfume
I 'd fly to thee, and be at rest.
3 Celestial streams shall gently flow,
4 But hush, my soul nor dare repine !
The time my God appoints is best The wilderness shall joyful be,
on parched grounds shall grow,
Lilies
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
And gladness spring on every tree
Thomas Kelly.
4 The weak be strong, the fearful bold,
97o 816, 301, 336. The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing,
1 There is a land mine eye hath seen The lame shall walk, the blind behold,
In visions of enraptured thought, And joy through all the earth shall ring;
So which spreads between
bright, that all
5 The high and low shall meet in love,
Is with its radiant glories fraught,
All pride shall die, and meekness reign,
2 A land upon whose blissful shore When Christ descends from worlds above
There rests no shadow, falls no stain To dwell with men on earth again.
Ballou.
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet gain. UO\) 801, 186, 914.
3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, 1 There is a fold whence none can stray,
With varying hues of shade and light And pastures clothed in living green,
It hath no need of suns to rise Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
To dissipate the gloom of night Or gloomy night is never seen.
4 There sweeps no desolating wind 2 Far up the everlasting hills
Across that calm, serene abode In God's own glorious light it lies
The wanderer there a home may find His smile its vast dimension fills
Within the paradise of God With joy divine that never dies.
Gurden Robins. East
381
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St. Peter. C. M.
1. Je- ta-salem, mj happy home, 0, how I long for thee! When will mj sorrows have an end ? Thy joys when shall I seel
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2 Thy walls are of precious stone,
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1 Zion, the city of our God,
Most glorious to behold How glorious is the place !
Thy gates are richly set with pearl, The Saviour there has his abode,
Thy streets are paved with gold. And saints will see his face.
3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks 2 There all the fruits of glory grow,
My study loDg have been ; And joys that never die
Such dazzling views, by human sight And streams of grace and knowledge flow.
Have never yet been seen. The soul to satisfy.
4 Lord, help us by thy mighty grace 3 Come, set your faces Zionward,
To keep in view the prize The sacred road inquire,
Till thou dost come to take us home And let the city of the Lord
To that blest paradise. Be henceforth your desire.
Anon.
4 The gospel shines to give you light
VOU 1162, 201, 147.
No longer, then, delay
1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
The Spirit waits to guide you right,
To our believing eyes !
And Jesus is the way.

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies. 5 Lord, regard thy people's prayer,
Thy promise now fulfill,
2 From the third heaven, where God resides
And young and old by grace prepare
That holy, happy place,
To dwell on Zion's hill.
The New Jerusalem comes down, Anon.
Adorned with shining grace.
9o4 774, 854, 179.
3 Attending angels shout for joy, 1 what hath Jesus bought for me !
And the bright armies sing Before my

ravished eyes
Ye saints, behold the sacred seat Life's river all divine I see,
Of your descending King ! And trees of paradise.
4 The God of glory down to men
2 I see immortal saints in light,
Removes his blest abode
Men are the objects of his love, Who taste the pleasure there
They all are robed in spotless white,
And he their gracious God.
And conquering palms they bear.
5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye 3 what are all my sufferings here,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and Lord, thou count me meet
If,
fears, With that enraptured host to appear,

And death itself, shall die. And worship at thy feet?
6 How bright the vision 0, how long! 4 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Shall this glad hour delay ? Take life or friends away
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, '
But let me find them all again
And bring the welcome day In that eventful day 1
Isaac Watts. Charles Wesley
333
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No Sorrow There, S. M. E. W. Dunbar.
1. There'll be no eight in heaven,— In that blest world above ; No anx-ious toil, no weary hours ; For la - bor there is love.
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89, 688, 788.

2 There '11 be no grief in heaven;
UOO 732, 238. 762.
1 And is there, Lord, a rest
For life is one glad day,
For weary souls designed,
And tears are of those former things Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Which all have passed away. Or sorrow entrance find ?
3 There '11 be no sin in heaven
2 Is there a blissful home,
Behold that blessed throng, Where
kindred minds shall meet,
All holy in their spotless robes, And live, and love, nor ever roam
All holy in their song. From that serene retreat ?
4 There '11 be no death in heaven 3 My soul would thither tend,
For they who gain that shore While toilsome years are given
Have won their immortality, Then let me, gracious God, ascend
And they can die no more. To sweet repose in heaven !
Fredrick D. Huntington. Ray Palmer.
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There all our sorrows end Eternal beauties rise,
We gain a peaceful rest at last, A land of love, a land of light,
With Jesus Christ, our Friend. Unseen by mortal eyes.
No slightest touch of pain, No cloud those regions know,
Nor sorrow's least alloy, Realms ever bright and fair
Can violate our rest, or stain For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Our purity of joy. Can never enter there.
In that eternal day, may the prospect fire
Noclouds nor tempests rise Ourhearts with ardent love,
There gushing tears are wiped away Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Forever from our eyes. Bear every thought above.
Charles Wesley. Anne Steele
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989 Yarina. C. M. d. George F. Root.
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1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And see the Canaan that we love,

And cast a wishful eye
With unbeclouded eyes To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
Where my possessions lie.
And view the landscape o'er,

0, the transporting, rapturous scene
Not all this world's pretended good That rises to my sight
Could ever charm us more. Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
Isaac Watts. And rivers of delight.
990 486, 450.

2 There, generous fruits that never fail,
1 Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Nor sense nor reason known On trees immortal, grow ;
There rocks and hills and brooks and vale,

What joys the Father hath prepared
For those that love his Son
With milk and honey flow.
O'er all those wide, extended plains,
But the good Spirit of the Lord
Shines one eternal day
Reveals a heaven to come ;
There Christ, the sun, forever reigns,
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
And scatters night away.
2 Pure is the land the saints espy, 3 When shall I reach that happy place,
And all the region peace And be forever blest ?
No wanton lips nor envious eye When shall I see my Father's face,
Can see or taste the bliss. And in his kingdom rest ?
Those holy gates forever bar Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Pollution, sin, and shame Would here no longer stay
None shall obtain admittance there Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
But followers of the Lamb. Fearless, I'd launch away.

Samuel Stennett.
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With fear on every side, Secure from every ill
When fiercely howls the gathering storm, Unheard-of bliss and joys untold
And foams the angry tide, Within its borders dwell.
Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom,
Breaks forth the light of morn, There living waters ceaseless flow
Bright beaming from my Father's house, Fromout the heavenly throne
To cheer the soul forlorn. There fairest fruits perennial grow,
3 In that pure home of tearless joy And want is never known.
Earth's parted friends shall meet, Nor sun by day nor moon by night
With smiles of love that never fade, This heavenly city needs,
And blessedness complete. But glory sheds a crystal light
There, there adieus are sounds unknown That never wanes nor fades.
Death frowns not on that scene,
But life and glorious beauty shine, Nor sin nor sorrow cometh there,
Untroubled and serene. Nor ever death nor pain,
Anon. In love abiding, free from care,
VaO 989, 486. The saints forever reign.

1 There is a city, fair and bright, Among the many mansions there,
That eye hath never seen, 0, is there one for me ?
Where ever dwelleth pure delight, Dear Lord, an humble place prepare,
And heavenly praise serene. That I may dwell with thee.
Anon-
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So o'er the tossing sea of years 4 Ear hath not heard, eye hath not seen,
We glance the eye and stretch the hand The glories of that home of song ;
Where, robed in fadeless light, appears Though stormy billows roll between,
The border of the shining land. I go to j oin the angel throng.
3 There angel hosts of glorious ones, But of the joys beyond the tide,
With sinless hearts and stainless hands, The welcomes on that golden strand,
Call us in glad and loving tones, The best shall be from Him who died
And bid us welcome to their bands. To bring me to the shining land.
H. L. Hastings.
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Victorious in the fight ? Arise in splendor bright
Were these the trophies they had won, They followed long its guiding ray,
Reserved in worlds of light ? Till beamed a clearer light.
3 Once they were mourners here below, From desert waste, and cities full,
And poured out cries and tears From dungeons dark, they've come,
They wrestled hard, as we do now, And now they claim their mansion fair,
With sins, and doubts, and fears. They ve found their long-sought home.
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Beautiful fruit they always bear, Beautiful palms the conquerors show,
Beautiful rivers gliding by, Beautiful robes the ransomed wear,
Beautiful fountains never dry, Beautiful all who enter there,
3 Beautiful light without the sun, 5 Beautiful throne of Gfod, the Lamb,
Beautiful day revolving on, Beautiful seats at his right hand,
Beautiful worlds on worlds untold, Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease,—
Beautiful streets of shining gold, Beautiful home of perfect peace.
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998 EWING. 7s & 6s. D. Alexander Ewing.
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And bright with many an angel, dear and future vision
And all the martyr throng That eager hearts expect
The Prince is ever in them, E'en now by faith I see thee,
The daylight is serene E'en here thy walls discern
The pastures of the blessed To thee my thoughts are kindled,
Are decked in glorious sheen. And strive and pant and yearn.
There is the throne of David, Jerusalem the golden,
And there, from care released, Thou hope of saints below,
The song of them that triumph, In thee is all my glory,
The shout of them that feast In me is all my woe
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Are clad in robes of white. And love thee evermore.
sweet and blessed country, sweet and blessed country
The home of God's elect Shall I e'er see thy face ?
sweet and blessed country, sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect I Shall I e'er win thy grace ?
Jesus, in mercy bring us Exult, dust and ashes
To that dear land of rest The Lord shall be thy part
Who art, with God the Father, His only, his forever,
And Spirit, ever blest. Thou shalt be and thou art.
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1 There is a world to come, And a joy no mortals know

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In that holy, happy land. Hail with joy the rising morn.
3 Pain or sickness ne'er shall enter, 5 Sing, sing, ye heirs of glory,

Grief nor woe my lot shall share ;
Shout your triumph as you go
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A captive here I would pine still :
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How long a pilgrim must I wander here ? O give me wings I now would ! fly,
There 's my home, there 's my home. And be there, and be there.
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they come, With salvation's walls surrounded,
To enter those mansions prepared as their Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
home.
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Springing from eternal love,
The Lord, our Redeemer, in righteousness
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
reigns
His scepter of empire he now doth assume,
And all fear of want remove :
And kindly doth welcome his followers Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
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Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
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Be this my ambition, to follow For I the rough pathway have trod. "
The path my Redeemer has trod, Dear Saviour, thy promise is precious,
Be an heir of his heavenly kingdom, Thy guidance I evermore crave
And dwell in the city of God. help me to walk in thy footsteps,
And trust in thy power to save
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Though wide be the path that they travel, Let me dwell with the King in his beauty,
And pleasant and easy the way, And I ask, 0, 1 ask for no more.
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Their songs are blithe and sweet
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All radiant with light. And forever be at rest.
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Arise, and struggle into light Though humbled long, awake at length,
Thegreat Deliverer calls, Arise And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
3 Shake off the bands of sad despair 2 Put thy beauteous garments on,
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And God shall set the captive free. Thy glories shall the world confess.
4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace, 3 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer,
Be purged from every sinful stain His hand thy ruin shall repair,
Be like your Lord, his word embrace, Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
Nor bear his hallowed name in vain. To guard thee in eternal peace.
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1013 Captivity , Li M i
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For human guilt and human woe There 's none but kindred souls can tell.
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And joy from heart to heart. And let thy grace abound.
3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride,
2 With harmony thy servants bless,
Our wishes all above, That we may show to thee
Each can his brother's failings hide,
How good, how sweet, how pleasant 't is
And show a brother's love. When brethren all agree.
4 When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows
3 May Zion s good be kept in view,
And union sweet, and dear esteem,

And bless our feeble aim,
In every action glows.
That all we undertake to do,
May glorify thy name.
5 Love is a golden chain that binds Anon.
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And he 'san heir of heaven who finds
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His bosom glow with love.
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Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite And gathered into one,

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We hand in hand go on.
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Descend on every soul We all delight to prove ; .
And heavenly peace wilh balmy wing The grace through every vessel flows
Shades and revives the whole. In purest streams of love.
3 'T is pleasant as the morning dews 4 And if our fellowship below

That fall on Zion's hill, In Jesus be so sweet,
Where God his mildest glory show3, What hight of rapture shall we know
And makes his grace distill. When round his throne we meet
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5 No more a lily among thorns,
Our heavenly Father, Lord, thou art,
Weary and faint and few
Thy favored children we But countless as the stars of heaven,
may we love each other here Or as the early dew.
As we are loved by thee
6 Then entering the eternal halls
Heirs of the same immortal bliss,
In robes of victory,
Our hopes and fears the same
That mighty multitude shall keep
With bonds of grace our hearts unite,
The joyous jubilee.
With mutual love inflame. Horatius Bonar.
So may the vain, contentious world \Sj2Sj 899, 794, 854.

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lOiy 775, 395, 208.
1 Church of the ever-living God, 2 'Tis joy to think the angel train,
The
Father's gracious choice, Who in heaven's temple shine,
Amid the voices of this earth To seek our earthly temples deign,
How feeble is thy voice And in our anthems join.
2 A little flock !
— so called by Him 3 But chief 'tis joy to think that He
Who bought thee with his blood To whom his church is dear,
A little flock, disowned of men, Delights her gathered flock to see,
But owned and loved of God. Her joint devotions hear.
3 Not many rich or noble ones,
4 Then who would choose to walk abroad,
Not many great or wise •,
While here such joys are given ?

They whom God makes his kings and "
This is indeed the house of God,
priests
Are poor in human eyes.
And this the gate of heaven !
4 But the chief Shepherd comes at length, 5 And if on earth a scene like this
Their feeble days are o'er, Our mortal love inspires,
No more a handful in the earth, 'Twill be more sweet to taste the bliss
A
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2 I love thy church, God !

4 When we asunder part,
Her walls before thee stand, It gives us inward pain
Dear as the apple of thine eye, But we shall still be joined in heart,
And graven on thy hand. And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives

3 For her my tears shall fall,
Our courage by the way
For her my prayers ascend,
While each in expectation lives,
To her my cares and toils be given
Till toils and cares shall end.
And longs to see the day.
my highest joy 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
4 Beyond
I prize her heavenly ways,
And sin, we shall be free
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
Her hymns of love and praise. John Fawcett.
5 Sure as thy truth shall last, \SduO 810, 236, 668,
To Zion shall be given 1 Let party names no more
The brightest glories earth can yield, The
Christian world o'erspread ;
And brighter bliss of heaven. Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Timothy Dwight.
Are one in Christ, their Head.
102JI 688, 266, 89.
1 Blest be the tie that binds 2 Among the saints on earth
Our hearts in Christian love !
Let mutual love be found,
The fellowship of kindred minds Heirs of the same inheritance,
Is like to that above. With mutual blessings crowned.
2 Before our Father's throne 3 Thus will the church below
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pour our ardent prayers ;
Resemble that above,
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,- Where streams of pleasure ever flow /
Our comforts, and our cares. And every heart is love.

till we reach that place,
3 We share our mutual woes, 4 And,
Our mutual burdens bear, Our daily prayer shall be
And often for each other flows That we may dwell before thee, Lord,
The sympathizing tear. In love and unity.
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Foes on every side beset us, But can never cease to love thee
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1 Come, and let us sweetly join,
Brethren, we should learn the rather
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Free from wrath and strife to live,
Give we all with one accord
Far removing Glory to our common Lord
All that might offend or grieve.
Hands, and hearts, and voices raise,
4 Then each esteem his brother
let Sing as in the ancient days,
Better than himself to he Antedate the joys above,
And let each prefer another, Celebrate the feast of love.
Full of love, from envy free
2 Strive we, in affection strive,
Happy are we
Let the purer flame revive,
When in this we all agree.
Anon. Such as in the martyrs glowed,
Dying champions for their God
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1 Zion stands with hills surrounded,, We like them may live and love
Zion, kept by power divine
Called we are their joys to prove,
Saved with them from future wrath,
All her foes shall be confounded,
Partners of like precious faith.
Though the world in arms combine
Happy Zion, 3 Sing we, then, in Jesus' name,
What a favored lot is thine Now as yesterday the same
2 Every human tie may perish, One in every time and place,
Friend to friend unfaithful prove, Full of love, and truth, and grace
Mothers cease their own to cherish, We for Christ, our Master, stand,
Heaven and earth at last remove Lights in a benighted land
But no changes We our dying Lord confess
Can attend Jehovah's love. We are Jesus' witnesses.
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3 Make us of one heart and mind,
Root out every seed of ill,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Utterly abolish sin,
Lowly, meek, in thought and word
Write thy law of love within.
Altogether like our Lord.
5 Hence may all our actions flow,
4 Let us for each other care,
Love the proof that Christ we know
Each the other's burden bear
Mutual love the token be,
To thy Church the pattern give,
Lord, that we belong to thee
Show how true believers live.
6 Love, thine image, love impart,
5 Free from anger and from pride,
Stamp it now on every heart
Let us thus in God abide
Only love to us be given
May our daily life express Love, the crowning grace of heaven.
Constant love and holiness. Charles Wesley.
6 Let us then with joy remove 102y 904. 605. 718,
To the family above 1 Glory be to God above,
On the wings of angels fly God from whom all blessings flow
To our mansions in the sky. Make we mention of his love,
Charles Wesley.
Publish we his praise below
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1 While we walk with God in light, 2 Called together by his grace,
God our hearts doth still unite We are met in Jesus' name
Dearest fellowship we prove, See with joy each other's face,
Fellowship in Jesus' love Followers of the bleeding Lamb.
2 Sweetly each, with each combined, 3 More and more let love abound
In the bonds of duty joined, Let us never, never rest,
Feels the cleansing blood applied, Till we are in Jesus found,
Daily feels that Christ hath died. And of paradise possessed
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Where you dwell shall be my home, Still for more on thee we call,
Where you die shall be my grave ;
Thou who fillest all in all.
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine Move, and actuate, and guide,
Earth can fill my soul no more, Divers gifts to each divide
Every idol I resign. Placed according to thy will,
3 Tellme not of gain or loss, Let us all thy work fulfill
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power. Never from our office move,
Welcome poverty and cross, Needful to each other prove,
Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. Let us daily growth receive,
" Follow me!" I know thy voice 1
More and more in Jesus' live.
Jesus, Lord thy steps I see
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Light thy burden now to me. Touched with tender sympathy

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lOdl 771, 778, 901, Every member feel its share.
1 Christ, from whom all blessings flow, Many are we now and one,
Pattern for thy, saints below, We who Jesus have put on
Hear us, who thy nature share, Names, and sects, and parties fall
Who thy mystic body are. Thou, Christ, art all in all.
Charles Wesley.
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And ye shall prove my gospel true Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry
By all the works that I have done, Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,
By all the wonders ye shall do. Or the world's pleasures, or its praise ?
3 "Teach all the nations my commands 2 The love of Christ doth me constrain
I 'm with you till the world shall end :
To seek the wandering souls of men

All power is vested in my hands With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
I can destroy, and I defend. To snatch them from the open grave.
4 He spake, and light shone round his head :
3 For this let men revile my name
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode No cross I shun, I fear no shame :
They to the farthest nations spread All hail, reproach, and welcome pain
The grace of their ascended Lord. Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
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Isaac Watts.
lOdd 108, 638, 19,

4 My life, my blood, I here present,
If for thy truth they may be spent
1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear,
Fulfill thy sovereign counsel, Lord
Attentive to our earnest prayer
Thy will be done, thy name adored.
We plead for those who plead for thee Johann J. Winkler
Successful pleaders may they be.
l(Jd5 736, 365, 47.
2 clothe their words with power divine, 1 Ye Christian heralds ! go, proclaim
And those words be ever thine
let Salvation through Immanuel's name
To them thy sacred truth reveal, To distant climes the tidings bear,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. And plant the Bose of Sharon there.
3 Teach them to sow the precious seed ;
2 He '11 shield you with a wall of fire,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed With flaming zeal your breast inspire,
Teach them the souls of men to gain Bid raging winds their fury cease,
Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain. And hush the tempest into peace.
4 Let thronging multitudes around 3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound, Then we shall meet to part no more,
In humble strains thy grace implore, Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall,
And feel thy Spirit's living power.
Benjamin Beddome.
And crown our Jesus —Lord of all
Anon.
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2 Men die in darkness at your side 1 Go, messenger of peace and love,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb To people plunged in shades of night
Take up the torch and wave it wide Like angels sent from fields above
The torch that lights time's thickest Be thine to shed celestial light.
gloom.
3 Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray
2 Go to the hungry, food impart
To paths of peace the wanderer guide
Be wise the erring soul to win,
And lead the thirsty, panting heart
Go forth into the world's highway,
Where streams of living water glide.
Compel the wanderer to come in.
3 0, faint not in the day of toil
4 Go, labor on your hands are weak,
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Your knees are faint, your soul cast down

When harvest waits the reaper's hand,
Yet falter not the prize you seek
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Go gather in the glorious spoil,
Is near, —
a kingdom and a crown !
And joyous in his presence stand.
Horatius Bonar. 4 Thy love a rich reward shall find
lOOl 973, 136, 47. From Him who sits enthroned on high
1 Hold up thy light, child of grace !
For they who turn the erring mind
Be not afraid to let it shine Shall shine like stars above the sky.
On all around, but rather fear
To hide this precious light divine. 1039 638, 801, 914.
1 Lord, how full of sweet content
2 Hold up thy light Thou canst not tell,
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Our years of pilgrimage are spent
However feeble be its ray,
Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,
But some poor soul may catch its beam, At home, abroad, on land or sea.
And by it find the narrow way.
3 Hold up thy light with steady hand, 2 To us remains nor place nor time
Though it be faint Who does not know,
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Our country is in every clime
Where darkness reigns, how far and clear We can be calm and free from care
Even a little light will show? On any shore, since God is there.
4 Hold up thy light 'Tis God's command, 3 While place we seek, or place we shun,
!
And till with thee time cease to roll, The soul finds happiness in none
His voice thou canst not disobey But with our God to guide our way,
But at the peril of thy soul. 'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Anon. William Cowper.
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So sweet the tidings are May evermore ascend,
" Zion, behold thy Saviour King That haven of repose to find,
He reigns and triumphs here " ! Where all our labors end j
3 How happy are our ears, 5 Where all our toils are o'er,
That hear the joyful sound Our suffering and our pain I
Which kings and prophets waited for, Who meet on that eternal shore
And sought, but never found Shall never part again.
4 How blessed are our eyes, 6 O happy, happy place,

That see this heavenly light Where saints and angels meet
Prophets and kings desired it long, There we shall see each other's face,
But died without the sight And all our brethren greet.
Charles Wesley.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ 104^ 762, 736, 89.
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

1 Lord of the harvest, hear
And deserts learn the joy.
Thy needy servants' cry
Isaac Watts. Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
1041 89, 236, 762,

And all our wants supply.
1 And though our bodies part, 2 On thee we humbly wait
To different climes atar, Our wants are in thy view
Still ever joined as one in heart The harvest, truly, Lord, is great,
The friends of Jesus are. The laborers are few.
2 let us still proceed 3 Convert and send forth more,
In Jesus' work below To spread thy truth abroad;
And, following our triumphant Head, And let them speak thy word of power,
To further conquests go. As workers with their God.
3 The vineyard of the Lord 4 O them spread thy name,
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Before his laborers lies, Their mission fully prove
And lo we see the vast reward
! Thy universal grace proclaim,
Which waits us in the skies. Thine all redeeming love.
Charles Wesley.
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We praise thee for the joyful news Repay your arduous toil.
Which our glad ears have heard. Lydia H. Sigourney.
3 may we treasure well 1045 558, 762, 584.
The counsels that we hear, 1 Sow in the morn thy seed,

Till righteousness and holy joy Ateve hold not thy hand
In all our hearts appear. To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o'er the land.
4 Water the sacred seed,
And give it large increase 2 And duly stall appear,
May neither storms, nor rocks, nor thorns. In verdure, beauty, strength,
Prevent the fruits of peace. The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
5 And though we sow in tears,
3 Thou canst not toil in vain
Yet we at last shall come,
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
And gather in our sheaves with joy
Shall foster and mature the grain
At heaven's great harvest home.
Anon. For garners in the sky.
1044 1040, 810, 658.
4 Then, when the glorious end,
1 Laborers of Christ, arise, The day of God, shall come,
And gird you for the toil The angel reapers shall descend,
The dew of promise from the skies And heaven shout, " Harvest home !
James Montgomery.
Already cheers the soil.
1046 558, 732.
2 Go where the sick recline, 1 The harvest dawn is near,
Where mourning hearts deplore The year delays not long,
And where the sons of sorrow pine, And he who sows with many a tear
Dispense your hallowed store. Shall reap with many a song.
3 Be faith, which looks above, 2 Sad to his toil he goes,
With prayer, your constant guest His seed with weeping leaves
And wrap the Saviour's changeless love But he shall come at twilight's close,
A mantle round your breast. And bring his golden sheaves.
George Burgess.
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That God is on the field, when he That for the travail of thy soul
Is most invisible. Thou rnayst behold thy seed.
3 Blest too he who can divine

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Where truth and justice lie, Increase the number still

And dares to take the side that seems Of those who in thy word believe,
Wrong to man's blinded eye. And do thy holy will.
4 Then learn to scorn the praise of men, 3 Lord, by thy Spirit us prepare
And learn to lose with God
To follow thy command,
For Jesus won the world through shame. To execute thy utmost aim,
And beckons thee his road. And in thy presence stand.
Countess Zinzendorf.
5 For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win 1050 899, 179, 308.
To doubt would be disloyalty, 1 Go forth on wingsof faith and prayer^

To falter would be sin. Ye pages brightwith love
Frederick W. Faber. Though mute, the joyful tidings bear
Salvation from above.
X04o 207, 774, 204.
1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 2 Go, tell the sinful, careless soul
Nor deem it void of power The warning God has given
There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed Go, make the wounded spirit whole,
That waits its natal hour. With healing balm from heaven.
2 A whispered word may touch the heart, 3 Go to the rude, the dark, the poor,
And call it back to life That live estranged from God
A look of love bid sin depart, Bid them the pearl of price secure,
And still unholy strife. Bought with a Saviour's blood.
3 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, 4 O Jesus, Friend of dying men,
Nor care how small it be Thy presence we implore
God is with all that serve the right, Without thy blessing all is vain
The holy, true, and free. Be with us evermore.
Anon. Thomas Hastings.
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Raise your banner in the sky,
Comfort troubles, banish grief
Let it float there, wide unfurled,
With the Spirit's sword arrayed,
Scatter sin and unbelief:
Bear it onward, lift it high.
3 'Mid the homes of want and woe, 5 Be the banner still unfurled,
Strangers to the living word, Bear
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Let the Saviour's herald go, Till the kingdoms of the world
Let the voice of hope be heard. Are the kingdoms of the Lord.
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By God's grace to you revealed,
Brave the foe, proclaim the word, Should you dare to keep it back,
Sons and daughters of the Lord. You the rich reward may lack.
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The night is fast approaching, The summer quickly ended,
And soon will come again. And lost thy soul at last.
The Master calls for reapers,
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3 Come down from hill and mountain,
And ready at command.
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In morning's ruddy glow,
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Nor faint in heat or cold 3 Soon, on a cloud of glory,
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Draws round its wealth of gold. All faces gather paleness,
4 Mount up the hights of wisdom, And nations quake with fear.
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1054 833, 367, Shall evermore be thine.
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Why wasting all the day ? Shall echo thy refrain,
The Master soon is coming The anthem of redemption,
To bear the fruit away To Jesus that was slain.
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Then, pilgrim, worn and weary, 4 Wan reaper in the harvest,
Press on, the goal is nigh ; Let this thy strength sustain,
The prize is straight before thee ; Each sheaf that fills the garner
There's resting by-and-by. Brings you eternal gain
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1 Speed thy servants, Saviour, speed them
Catching moments through the day,
Thou art Lord of winds and waves
Nothing small or lowly scorning
They were bound, but thou hast freed
While we work, and watch, and pray ;
them;
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Free-will offerings by the way.
Be thou with them ;
3 Not for selfish praise or glory, 'T is thine arm alone that saves.
Nor for things of transient worth, 2 Friends and home and all forsaking,
But to send the blessed story Lord, they go at thy command ;
Of the gospel o'er the earth, As their stay thy promise taking,
Telling mortals While they traverse sea and land
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 0, be with them ;
Lead them safely by the hand.

4 Up and ever at our calling,
3 Where no fruit appears to cheer them,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
And they seem to toil in vain,
Or till — sin's dominion falling
Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them,
Christ shall in his kingdom come,
Then their sinking hopes sustain
And his children
Thus supported,
Keach their everlasting home.
Let their zeal revive again.
5 Steadfast then, in our endeavor, 4 In the midst of opposition
Heavenly Father, may we be Let them trust, Lord, in thee;
And forever and forever, When success attends their mission,
We will give the praise to thee Let thy servants humble be
Alleluia, Never leave them,
Singing all eternity. Till thy face in heaven they see.
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1 Father, hear the prayer we offer Till our cold and selfish natures,
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But for strength that we may ever That more happy and more blessed
Live our lives courageously. 'T is to give than to receive.
2 Not forever by watersstill
3 Wondrous honor hast thou given
Would we idly, quiet stay, To our humblest charity,
But would smite the living fountains In thine own mysterious sentence,
From the rocks along our way. " Ye have done it unto me !
3 Be our strength in hours of weakness, Give us faith to trust thee boldly,

In our wanderings, be our guide Hope, to stay our souls on thee
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Father, be thou at our side Give us thine own charity.
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Through an influence all divine. Thou shalt labor not in vain.
Anon.
3 Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy
10u5 162, 130, 277.
; 1 With my substance I will honor
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, My Redeemer and my Lord
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening 1 All were nothing to his word.
See the rising grain appear; 2 While the heralds of salvation
Look again ! the fields are whitening, His abounding grace proclaim,
For the harvest time is near. Let his friends, of every station,
Thomas Hastings. Gladly join to spread his. fame.
1U04 762, 92, 130.
3 Be his kingdom now promoted,
1 Cast thy bread upon the waters, Let the earth her Monarch know
Thinking not 't is thrown away Be my all to him devoted;
God himself saith, " Thou shalt gather To my Lord my all I owe.
Benjamin Francis,
It again some future day."
2 Cast thy bread upon the waters
1066 277, 162, 534.
Vain were all our toil and labor,
Wildly though the billows roll, Did not God that labor bless
They but aid thee as. thou toilest Vain, without his grace and favor,
Truth to spread from pole to poleo Every talent we possess.
3 As the seed, by billows floated Vainer still the hope of heaven,
To some distant island lone, That on human strength relies •,
So to human souls benighted But to him shall help be given

That thou sowest may be borne. Who in humble faith applies.
4 Cast thy bread upon the waters Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed
Why wilt thou still doubting stand ? He shall grant us peace and rest
Bounteous shall God send the harvest, Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
If thou sow with liberal hand. Who through Christ his prayer ad-
dressed. Harriet Auber.
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Warriors, struggling, faint and fall In your closet and at home,
Bid them fight on God relying !
In the village, in the city,
Jesus comes to conquer all Or wherever you may roam
Lift the voice in notes of gladness, Pray that he will send the Spirit
Ring the shout along the sky, Into some dear sinner's heart,
Cease your tears, ye sons of sadness, And that in his soul's salvation
Sing rejoice your God is nigh.
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You may bear some humble part.
Lift the voice like music blended
With heart-healing minstrelsy; Brother, you may sing for Jesus
Cry, thy warfare now is ended how precious is his love !
Lo, thy Saviour comes to thee Praise him for his boundless blessings,
Soon beyond time's night of sadness, Ever coming from above
Watchmen, ye shall joyful sing Sing how Jesus died to save you,
Eye to eye shall see with gladness, How your sin and guilt he bore,
When the Lord shall Zion bring. How his blood hath sealed your pardon,-
Sing for Jesus evermore.
1068 844, 601, 499.
Brother, you may work for Jesus Brother, you may live for Jesus,
God has given you a place Him who died that you might live
In some portion of* his vineyard, 0, then all your ransomed powers
And will give sustaining grace. To his service freely give
He has bidden you to labor, Thus for Jesus you may labor,
And has promised a reward And for Jesus sing and pray
Even joy and life eternal Consecrate your life to Jesus
In the kingdom of your Lord. Love and serve him every day.
866
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And the heathen lands explore, Anchored yet within the bay,
You can find the heathen nearer, You can lend a hand to help them,
You can help them at your door As they launch their boat away.
If you cannot speak like angels,

If you cannot preach like Paul, If you are too weak to journey
You can tell the love of Jesus, Up the mountain steep and high,
You can say he died for all. You can stand within the valley,
While the multitude go by
3 If you cannot he the watchman,
You can chant in happy measure,
Standing high on Zion's wall,
As they slowly pass along
Pointing out the path to heaven,
Though they may forget the singer,
Offering life and peace to all
They will not forget the song.
With your prayers and with your bounties
You can do what heaven demands, If you have not gold and silver
You can be like faithful Aaron, Ever ready to command,
Holding up the prophet's hands. If you cannot to'ard the needy
4 While the souls of men are dying, Reach an ever-open hand,
And the Master calls for you, You can visit the afflicted,
Let none hear you idly saying, O'er the erring you can weep,
" There is nothing I can do !
You can be a true disciple

Gladly take the task he gives you, Sitting at the Saviour's feet.
Let his work your pleasure be
Answer quickly when he calleth, If you cannot in the harvest
" Here am I, Lord, send me." Garner up the richest sheaves,
Daniel March. Many a grain both ripe and golden
1070 501, 503, 850. Oft some careless reaper leaves
1 If you cannot on the ocean Go and glean among the briers,
Sail among the swiftest fleet, Growing rank against the wall,
Rocking on the highest billows, For it may be that the shadow
Laughing at the storms you meet, Hides the heaviest wheat of all.
Ellen H, Gates.
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2 Thus do these willing souls to-day 1 Let plenteous grace descend on those
Their ardent zeal express, Who, hoping in thy word,
And in the Lord's appointed way This day have solemnly declared
Fulfill all righteousness. That Jesus is their Lord.
3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, 2 With cheerful feet may they advance,
And would his cause maintain And run the Christian race,
Like him be numbered with the dead, And, through the troubles of the way,
And with him rise and reign. Find all-sufficient grace.
4 His presence oft revives our hearts, 3 Lord, plant us all into thy death,
And drives our fears away That we thy may prove
life
"When he commands, and strength imparts. Partakers of thy cross beneath,

We cheerfully obey. And of thy crown above.
Benjamin Beddome.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, love divine,
1072 899, 114, 943. Thy grace to us be given
1 While in this sacred rite of thine To a new life our souls incline,
Ourselves we offer now, A life for God and heaven.
Shine o'er the waters, Dove divine, Anon.
And seal the cheerful vow. 1074 80, 179, 395.
2 All glory be to Him whose life 1 Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer
For ours was freely given, We now devote to thee
Who aids us in the spirit's strife, Let them thy covenant mercies share,
And makes us meet for heaven. And thy salvation see.
3 To thee we gladly now resign 2 In early days their hearts secure
Our life and all our powers From worldly snares, we pray
Accept us in this rite divine, And let them to the end endure
And bless these hallowed hours. In every righteous way.
4 may we die to earth and sin, 3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live
Beneath the mystic flood In holy faith and fear ;
And when we rise, may we begin And then to heaven do thou receive,
To live anew for God. And bring our children there.
S. F. Smith. Edward Bickersteth.
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2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 1 Planted in Christ, the living Vine,
" Nor scorn their humble name This day, with one accord,
For 't was to bless such souls as these Ourselves, with humble faith and joy,
The Lord of angels came. We yield to thee, Lord.
3 We bring them, Lord , with thankful hands 2 Joined in one body may we be,
And them up to thee
yield One inward life partake,
Joyful that we ourselves are thine, One be our heart, one heavenly hope
Thine let our offspring be. In every bosom wake.
4 Ye little flock 1 with pleasure hear, 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils,
Ye children seek his face ! One wisdom be our guide

And fly, with transport, to receive Taught by one Spirit from above,
The blessings of his grace. In thee may we abide.
Philip Doddridge.
4 Around this feeble, trusting band
i07O 895, 698, 623.
Thy sheltering pinions spread,
1 Baptized into our Saviour's death, Nor let the storms of trial beat
Our souls to sin must die Too fiercely on our head.
With Christ our Lord we live anew,
With Christ ascend on high. 5 Then, when among the saints in light,
We all immortal shine,
2 There by his Father's side he sits,
Anthems of everlasting praise,
Enthroned divinely fair Dear Saviour, shall be thine.
Yet owns himself our Brother still, 5. F. Smith.
And our fore-runner there.
1078 779, 7077, 933.
3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 1 "Forbid them not," the Saviour cried,
;
On wings of faith and love " But suffer them to come

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Above, our choicest treasure lies, Ah, then maternal tears were dried,
And be our hearts above. And unbelief was dumb.
4 Let not earth's pleasures draw us down 2 Lord, we believe, and we obey;
Lord, give us strength to rise, We bring them at thy word
And through thy strong, attractive power, Be thou our children's strength and stay
At last to gain the prize, Their portion and reward.
Anon. Thomas Hastings.
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2 With faith in thy blest name we come, 1 How blest the hour when first we gave
The Spirit's cleansing power confess Our guilty souls to thee, O God 1
Saviour, from thy heavenly home A cheerful sacrifice of love,

Confirm the covenant of thy grace Bought with the Saviour's precious
blood.
3 Descend, descend, Dove,
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2 How blest the vows we here record !
On these dear followers of the Lord How blest the grace we here receive !
Exalted Head of all the church,

Thy promised aid to them afford.
Buried — to rise with Christ our Lord,
New lives of holiness to live.
4 Let faith, assisted now by signs, 3 How blest the solemn rite that seals
The wonders of thy love explore Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven
And, washed in thy redeeming blood, How blest the emblem that reveals
Let them depart and sin no more. God reconciled, and peace with heaven
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4 Thus through the emblematic grave
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Thou art our Pattern, through the wave
On these baptismal waters shine, We follow thee, blest Son of God.
And teach our hearts, in highest strain, S. F. Smith.
To praise the Lamb for sinners slain.
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2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, 1 Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave,
And joyfully embrace thy cause And meekly sought a watery grave ;
We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, Come, see the sacred path he trod
Lamb of God, for sinners slain. A path well pleasing to our God.
3 We sink beneath the mystic flood 2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace,
bathe us in thy cleansing blood And hither come to seek his face,
We die to sin, and seek a grave To do his will, to feel his love,
With thee, beneath the yielding wave And join our songs with those above.
4 And, as we rise, with thee to live, 3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine 1
let the Holy Spirit give Let endless glories round him shine
The sealing unction from above, High o'er the heavens forever reign,
The breath of life, the fire of love. Lamb of God for sinners slain.
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And hovered o'er the Son. Found on this earth his grave.
3 So, blessed Spirit, come to-day 2 "We with him to

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To our baptismal scene A holy life of faith,
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Our hope and faith rely, In thine appointed way;
thon who wilt for sin atone, Let glory o'er these scenes be shed,
Who didst for sinners die I And smile on us to-day.
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3 We trust thy sacrifice,
To thy dear cross we flee; lOOt/ 870, 403, 732.
may we die to sin, and rise 1 Saviour, thy law we love,
To life and bliss in thee.

Thy pure example bless
Anon. And, with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in thy footsteps press.
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1 Here, Saviour, we would come 2 Not to the fiery pains

In thine appointed way By which the martyrs bled ;
Obedient to thy high commands, Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,
Our solemn vows we pay. Our favored feet are led:
2 bless this sacred rite, 3 But, at this peaceful tide,
To bring us near to thee Assembled in thy fear,
And may we find that as our day The homage of obedient hearts
Our strength may also be. We humbly offer here.
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3 As through the world we go,
So full of care and sin,
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1 Choose ye his cross to bear
May we by word and action show
That Jesus reigns within.
Who bowed in Jordan's wave ?
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In faith, a watery grave?
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2 He taught the solemn way 3 Tread in his steps, with prayer

He fixed the holy rite Invoke his Spirit free,
He bade his ransomed ones obey, And as he burst the gates of death
And keep the path of light. So may our rising be.
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Entered Jordan's yielding wave, To all in him believing
Rose from out the crystal flood,

He bids us seek this hallowed grave,
To his example cleaving.
Owned and sealed the Son of God
Chorus.
By the Father's voice of love, I'llfollow then my glorious Lord,
By the heaven-descending dove Whate'er the ties I sever
Saviour, Pattern, guide for me, He saves my soul, he's left his word
I, like him, baptized would be. To guide me now and ever.
2 In the garden, o'er his soul

2 For me the cross and shame to bear,
Dear Saviour, thou wast willing
Sorrow's whelming waves did roll
Nor would I shrink thy yoke to wear,
And on Calvary's cruel tree, All righteousness fulfilling.
Jesus bowed in death for me.
I with him am crucified 3 Jesus, to thee I yield my all
my hope is—:he hath died In thy kind arms infold me
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At his feet my place I take,
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My heart is fixed, no fears appall,
Thy gracious power shall hold me.
Bear the cross for his dear sake. Anon.
3 In the new-made tomb he lay, lUt/4 [Tune, Promise, No, 772.] 8s & 7s. 61,
Taking all its dread away
1 Gracious Saviour, we adore thee
Purchased by thy precious blood,
Burst he through its rock-bound door,
now and evermore.
We present ourselves before thee,
Glorious
Now to walk the narrow road
I with Christ would buried be Saviour, guide us
In this rite required of me,- Guide us to the throne of God.
Rising from the mystic flood,
2 Thou didst mark our path of duty
Living hence anew to God. ;
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Thou didst rise in glorious beauty

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1 Salem's bright King, Jesus by name, We would follow
In ancient time to Jordan came, Thee, who from our sins wilt save.
All righteousness to fill Anon.
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Whose name was John, a man of God, 1 'Tis down into the water
To do his Master's will. Where we believers go,
To serve our Lord and Master
2 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream
In righteous acts below
The Baptist led the holy Lamb, We lay our mortal bodies
And there did him baptize Beneath the yielding wave,
Jehovah saw his holy Son, An emblem of the Saviour
And was well pleased in what he'd done, When he lay in the grave.
And owned him from the skies. 2 The light of truth is spreading,
3 This is my
Son, Jehovah cries
And shining now for thee
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On him, to rest, the Spirit flies
To set the captive free
children, hear ye him !
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He for us all a pattern laid And cast their scandals on thy cause
Before his supper he did eat, We come to boast our Saviour's name,
He rose and washed his brethren's feet. And make our triumph in his cross.
3 'T was Christ, the Lord of earth and sky 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He laid his royal garments by, He that was dead hath left the tomb ;
And washed their feet, to show that we He lives above their utmost rage,
Should always kind and humble be. And we are waiting till he come.
Isaac Watts.
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5 " You call me Lord, and Master too : And friends betrayed him to his foes
Then do as I have done to you
2 Before the mournful scene began,
Allmy commands and counsel heed, He took the bread,and blessed and brake
And show your love by word and deed. What love through all his actions ran !
6 " Ye shall be happy if ye know What wondrous words of grace he spake t
And do these things by faith, Delow 3 " This is my body, broke for sin
For I'll protect you till I come, "
Receive and eat the living food :
And then I'll take you to your home."

Then took the cup, and blessed the wine
Anon.
" 'T is the new covenant in my blood."
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1 Atthy command, Lord, our hope, 4 " Do this," he said, " till time shall end,
We come around thy table here Meet at my table, and record,
We break the bread, we bless the cup, In memory of your dying Friend,
That show thy death, till thou appear. The love of your departed Lord."
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
And trusts for life in One that died We
show thy death, we sing thy name,
We hope for heavenly crowns above Till thou return, and we shall eat
From a Redeemer crucified. The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts.
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2 And while we meet together thus, 1 'T was wondrous depth of heavenly love
We show that we are one in thee : That brought our Saviour from above
Thy precious blood was shed for us To walk with men, a sinful race,
Thy death, O Lord, has set us free. To seek and save them by his grace.
3 We have one hope-—that thou wilt come 2 He left his own majestic bliss,
Thee in the air we wait to see To sojourn in a world like this
Then thou wilt give thy saints a home, Not to be honored as deserved,
And we shall ever reign with thee. But he was here as one who served.
Anon.
3 He was a true and constant friend
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He loved his chosen to the end
1 The sun had set on Syria's plain. And to impress a lesson meet,
The night had bloomed with stars again, He washed his dear disciples' feet.
When, as his fateful hour drew nigh,
4 " Ye call me Lord, and that is true
The Saviour knew that he must die.
Then do as I have done to you
2 As still drew nigh that hour of dread,
Since 't is your privilege to know,
Wait and sad,
his disciples pale
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When he, with love's compassion sweet, R. F. Cottrell.
Knelt lowly down and washed their feet,
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3 Draw near to us, Lord, we pray 1 In imitation, Lord, of thee,
We follow in thy steps to-day This solemn service we repeat
Here with thy saints 't is joy to meet, For thine example, full of grace,
And bow, and humbly wash their feet. Has made this humble duty sweet.
4 thou bright King, within whose hand 2 Renew each sacred spark of love,
The ages glide like grains of sand, And vitalize the holy flame
Now hear us pray that we may be May union strong our hearts unite
All lowly, meek, and pure, like thee. While this we do in Jesus' name.
5 And when the glorious morn shall break, 3 Our great Example thou shalt be,
And at thy voice each sleeper wake, In washing thy disciples' feet
Remember us, Lord, we pray And as we follow thy command,
Roll from our grave this stone away Make thou our fellowship complete.
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And cleanse, and keep me clean. James Montgomery.
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Wash me, and mine thou art 1 Lord, at thy table we behold
Wash me, but not my feet alone, The wonders of thy grace,
My hands, my head, my heart. But most of all admire that we
Should find a welcome place,
4 The atonement of thy blood apply,
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2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
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Thy testamental cup I take,
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And thus remember thee.
With that we'll rest content.
3 Gethsemane can I forget ? 2 Our Lord and Saviour says " we ought
Or there thy conflict see, To wash each other's feet
Thine agony and bloody sweat, We will not set aside as naught
And not remember thee ? Instruction so complete.
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 3 Then praise to Jesus for his word
And rest on Calvary, We'll show his love to each
Lamb of God, my Sacrifice Of our dear brethren in the Lord,
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Wash all my sins away. Of lowliness complete.
3 Thou dying Lamb thy precious blood !

4 Who would reject his offered grace?
Shall never lose its power, Refuse to bow the knee ?
Till all the ransomed Church of God Disdain to take the humble place,
Are saved, to sin no more. Where he has deigned to be ?
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream 5 Let all who would be like their Lord,
Thy flowing wounds supply, Accepted in his sight,
Redeeming love has been my theme, Not only hear, but do his word
And shall be till I die. In doing there's delight.
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For me a blood-bought, free reward, 1 Behold the Lord of earth and sky
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6 There in a nobler, sweeter song,
To humbly wash their feet
I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 2 Didst thou, dear Lord, perform this task
Is ransomed from the grave. For men so low as we ?
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1 Behold God's own exalted Son, 3 Why should we blush thy will to do ?
Adored by seraphs bright, Or shrink from following thee ?
A servant now to men become, We would the sacred scene renew
With men he takes delight. Of thy humility.
2 Admiring angels wondering view 4 Thy blessed promise we would claim,
The condescending love As now we humbly ask
Of him to whom their homage due That thy sweet grace may in us frame
Was offered once above. True meekness for our task.
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To feast on thee by faith. In word and life appear.
3 Faith eats the bread of life, 3 The purchase of thy blood,

And drinks the living wine By sin no longer led,
It looks beyond this scene of strife, The path our dear Redeemer trod
Unites us to the Vine. May we rejoicing tread.
4 Soon shall the night be gone,

4 In self-forgetting love
Our Lord will come again Be our communion shown,

The marriage supper of the Lamb Until we join the church above,
Will usher in his reign. And know as we are known.
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For us he died,
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Called by his holy name,
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A portion of his Spirit
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Thus we, in love together knit,
And though the task be menial
On Jesus' breast recline.
Which he for us hath set,
His own divine example
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His glorious name to raise
We never should forget.
And holy joy fill every mind, That he, the High and Holy,
And every voice be praise. Whose life-work was complete,
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Let us now thy fullness see
Thou must save, and thou alone.
While we here converse with thee
In my hand no price I bring Hearken to our ardent prayer,
Simply to thy cross I cling. Let us all thy blessings share.
3 When my pilgrimage I close, 2 While we thus with glad accord
Victor o'er the last of foes, Meet around thy table, Lord,
When I soar to worlds unknown, Bid us feast with joy divine
See thee on thy Judgment throne, On the appointed bread and wine ;
Kock ofAges, cleft for me, Emblems may they truly prove
Let me hide myself in thee. Of our Saviour's bleeding love.
Augustus M. Toplady.
3 Weak, unworthy, sinful, vile,
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Thou canst all our sins forgive,
Sacrifice complete for me
Thou canst bid us look and live.
Thou who didst for my poor sake
Suffer on the cursed tree
Lord, we wonder and adore
Thou didst teach submission sweet 0, for grace to love thee more
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Washing thy disciples' feet.
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Thus to do as He hath done? We remember still thy death
Thou a wretched, dying worm
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Gladly would I wash his feet,
2 While in faith we drink the wine,
Bowing in submission sweet.
Of thy blood we see the sign ;
3 Such a joy may not he mine, Wash us pure from every stain,
Thus to prove my love for thee Thou that comest soon to reign.
Such a privilege divine 3 Lord, we thus remember thee,
Thou hast never given me But we long thy face to see-
But, in blest submission sweet, Long to reach our heavenly home ;
I may wash thy servant's feet. Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come
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Bring before us all the story 1 From the table now retiring,
Of thy life, and death of woe Which for us the Lord hath spread,
And, with hopes of endless glory, May our souls refreshment finding,
Wean our hearts from all below. Grow in all things like our Head.
Draw us nearer and still nearer His example while beholding,
To thy pierced and bleeding side, May our lives his image bear
Till our view of self grows clearer Him our Lord and Master calling,
In the light of Him who died. His commands may we revere.
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And erring feet have trampled down We'll banish thoughts of envious pride,
The ordinance of God. As Jesus' friends should do.
Come brothers, sisters, let us raise Dear Saviour help us keep more near
This long -forgotten rite The good old Bible ways
Bow each to each with humble minds, Head, hands, and feet we pray thee wash,
And walk in duty's light. That we may speak thy praise.
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Nor sit the last and lowest at thy board
Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled,
Nearer than ever — still my Shield and Sun.
I only ask one reconciling word.
4 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
3 One word from thee, my Lord ! one smile,
Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy,
one look,
And I could face the cold, rough world The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and
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Horatius Bonar.
And with that treasure in my heart could
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Thou bidst me take my place, a welcome To us the bread of life each moment be.
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1122 249, 100. So let us drink, and, on life's fullness fed,
1 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face ;
With heavenly joy each quickening pulse
Here would I touch and handle things un- shall bound.
seen ;
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace, 3 " The hour has come !
" with us in peace sit
And all my weariness upon thee lean. down ;
Thine own we are, O love us to the end !
2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God Serve us our banquet, ere the nights dark
Here drink with thee the royal wine of frown
heaven Vail from our sight the presence of our
Here would I lay aside
Friend.
each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. 4 Some will betray thee, "Master, is it I ? " —
Leaning upon thy love, we ask in fear,
3 Too soon we rise the symbols disappear
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The feast, though not the love, is passed To thee, the strong, for strength, when sin
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'Tis blessed to serve one another in love.
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Until he come. Until the ancient graves be stirred,
His fearful drops of agony, And with the great commanding word.
His life-blood shed for us we see The Lord shall come.
The wine shall tell the mystery, 6 blessed hope with this elate, !
Until he come. Let not our hearts be desolate.

And thus that dark betrayal night, But, strong in faith, in patience wait,
With the last advent we unite Until he come
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Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around. And humbler the pomp of procession and
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3 Here may our unborn sons Where the heart is the altar whence in-
And daughters sound thy praise, cense shall roll,
And shine, like polished stones, And Messiah the King who shall plead
Through long-succeeding days for the soul.
Here, Lord, display thy saving power, Father, come in but not in the cloud
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While temples stand and men adore. Which filled the bright courts where thy
chosen ones bowed
4 Here may the listening throng But come in that Spirit of glory and grace
Receive thy truth in love Which beams on the soul and illumines
Here Christians join the song the race.
Of seraphim above, come in the power of thy life-giving-
Till all, who humbly seek thy face, word,
Rejoice in thy abounding grace. And reveal to each heart its Redeemer
Benjamin Francis.
and Lord,
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1 We rear not a temple, like Judah's of old given,
Whose portals were marble, whose vault- And love fill the air with the fragrance of
ings were gold heaven.

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Thy will was in the builders' thought 1 Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought The bounds of the eternal hills,
Through mortal motive, scheme, and plan, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
Thy wise, eternal purpose ran. To dwell in temples made with hands
No lack thy perfect fullness knew; 2 Endue thy creatures with the grace
For human needs and longings grew That shall adorn thy dwelling-place
This house of prayer — this home of rest The beauty of the oak and pine,
Here may thy saints be often blessed. The gold and silver, make them thine.
In weakness and in want we call 3 Both now and ever, Lord, protect
On thee, for whom the heavens are small The temple of thine own elect
Thy glory is thy children's good, Be thou in us and we in thee,
Thy joy thy tender fatherhood. Through time and in eternity.
J. M. Neale.
Father ! deign these walls to bless,
Make this the abode of righteousness, lldl 64, 108. 301.
And let these doors a gateway be 1 And wilt thou, eternal God,
To lead us from ourselves to thee. On earth establish thine abode ?
Anon. Then look propitious from thy throne,
1129 624, 64, 19. And take this temple for thine own.
Maker of land and rolling sea, 2 These walls we to thy honor raise
We dedicate this house to thee
Long may they echo with thy praise
And what our willing hands have done, And thou, descending, fill the place
We give to God and to the Son. With choicest tokens of thy grace.
Come, fill this house with heavenly grace, 3 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
While sinners throng the sacred place, With all the graces of his train
And saints, with angel hosts above, While power divine his word attends,
Unite to sing redeeming love. To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
Here the mourning soul find rest
let 4 And in the great decisive day,
Upon the loving Saviour's breast When God the nations shall survey,
And with the sense of sins forgiven, May it before the world appear
Each heart aspire to God and heaven. That souls were born to glory here.
D. C. Eddy. Philip Doddridge.
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And be this place to worship given, This temple, Lord, to thee we raise
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, Thine eye be open night and day,
The house of God, the gate of heaven. To guard this house of pray er and praise.
3 Here may thine honor dwell and here ;
2 Within these walls let heavenly peace
As incense, let thy children's prayer, And holy love and concord dwell
From contrite hearts and lips sincere, Here give the burdened conscience ease,
Rise on the still and holy air. And here the wounded spirit heal.
4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung, 3 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign
Here let thy truth beam forth to save Here to abide, no transient guest ?
As when of old thy Spirit hung Here will our great Redeemer reign,
On wings of light o'er Jordan's wave. And here the Holy Spirit rest ?
Anon.
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Yet choose not, Lord, this shrine alone
1 The perfect world by Adam trod
Was the temple built by God
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Come thou and dwell in every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.
His fiat laidthe corner-stone,
James Montgomery.
And raised its pillars one by one.
IldO 19, 256, 875.
2 He hung its starry roof on high 1 Here, in thy name, Eternal God,
The broad expanse of azure sky ; We build this earthly house for thee;
He spread its pavement, green and bright, choose it for thy fixed abode,
And curtained it with morning light. And guard it long from error free.
3 The mountains in their places stood, When
The sea, the sky, and all "was good. — 2
And
Lord, we seek thy face,
here,
dying sinners pray to live,
And when its first pure praises rang, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place
The " morning stars together sang. And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive
A Lord, 't is not ours to make the sea 3 When here thy messengers proclaim
And earth and sky a house for thee The blessed gospel of thy Son,
But in thy sight our offering stands, Still, by the power of his great name,
An humbler temple, " made with hands." Be mighty signs and wonders done.
Benjamin Beddome, Anon.
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2 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell 1 Builder of mighty worlds on worlds,
Thy glory here make known ;
How poor the house must be,
Thy people's home, O come and fill, That with our human, sinful hands
And seal it as thine own. We may erect to thee
3 When sad with care, by sin oppressed, 2 Christ, thou art our Corner-stone
Here may the burdened soul On thee our hearts are built
Beneath thy sheltering wing find rest Thou art our Lord, our Light, our Life,
Here make the wounded whole. Our Sacrifice for guilt.
4 And when the last long Sabbath morn 3 In thy blest name we gather here,
Upon the just shall rise, And set apart the ground
May all who ownthee here, be borne The walls that on this rock shall rise,
To mansions in the skies. Thy praises shall resound.
Anon, Anon.
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To thee this temple we devote, 1 thou, whose own vast temple stands,
Our Father and our God Built over earth and sea,
Accept it thine, and seal it now Accept the walls that human hands
Thy Spirit's blest abode. Have raised to worship thee.
Here may the prayer of faith ascend, 2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
The voice of praise arise Within these courts to bide,
And may each lowly service prove The peace that dwelleth without end
Accepted sacrifice. Serenely by thy side
Here may the sinner learn his guilt, 3 May erring minds that worship here
And weep before his Lord Be taught the better way
Here, pardoned, sing a Saviour's love, And they who mourn and they who fear,
And here his vows record, Be strengthened as they pray.
Peace be within these sacred walls -, 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
Prosperity be here And pure devotion rise,
O smile upon thy people, Lord, While round these hallowed walls the storm
And evermore be near. Of earth-born passion dies.
J. R. Scott. William Cutten Bryant
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1140 Mark that Pilgrim. Arranged.
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And the blood of martyrs crieth Of to-morrow boasting surely,
From its bosom, where there lieth While from those who 're walking purely,
Millions upon millions slain : They extort dishonest gain :
"Lord, how thy word given,

long ere, Yea, the meek are burdened, driven ;
All the wicked shall be driven Want and care to them are given
From the earth by bolts of heaven ? But they lift the cry to heaven,
Jesus, come, —
O come to reign." —
"Jesus, come, O come to reign."
3 Kingdoms now are reeling, falling Christian, cheer thee ; land is nearing ;
Nations lie in woe appalling, Still be hopeful, nothing fearing

On their sages vainly calling Soon, in majesty appearing,
All these wonders to explain ; You '11 behold the Lamb once slain :
While the slain around are lying, O how joyful then to hear him,
God's own little flock are sighing, While all nations shall revere him,
And in secret places crying, Saying to his flock who fear him,
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"Jesus, come, O come to reign." —
" I have come on earth to reign!"
Anon.
1141 Bound for the Land of Canaan. Arranged.
To-geth-er let us sweetly live;— I am bound for the land of Canaan: n

To-geth - er love to Jesus give ;— I am bound for the land of Canaan
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2 Together let us watch and pray •,— While higher still our joys shall rise ;
I am bound for the land of Canaan : 1 am bound for the land of Canaan.
And wait redemption's joyous day ;
4 Then come with me, beloved friend ;
I am bound for the land of Canaan. 1 am bound

for the land of Canaan :
3 Our songs of praise shall fill the skies ;

The joys to come shall never end ;—
I am bound for the land of Canaan : 1 am bound for the land of Canaan.
Anon.
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thinks I hear; — Th' expected day has come. Behold, the hearensjthe earth, the sea, Pro-claim the year of Ja-bi
Ju - bi-lee; Return, ye exiles, home,
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Illuminated by the Lamb, And look beyond the vale of tears
In glory doth appear. To yon celestial hill.
Fair Zion rising from the tombs
To meet the Bridegroom lo he comes, : !
2 Look far beyond this narrow space,
And hails the festive year. Look forward to that heavenly place.
The saints' secure abode.
3 My soul is striving to be there ;
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
I long to rise and wing the air,
And trace the sacred road. And wing your passage to the skies,
Strong in the strength of God.
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things
that I had an angel's wings !
I'd quickly see my God.
3 Who suffer with their Master here,
Shall soon before his face appear,
4 Fly, lingering moments, fly, O fly !
And by his side sit down :
1 thirst, I pant, I long to try To patient faith the prize is sure,
Angelic joys to prove !
And all that to the end endure
Soon I'll receive from Christ my Lord The cross, shall wear the crown.
Eternal life, the great reward,
And shout redeeming love. 4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope
Anon.
It lifts the fainting spirit up !
1143 897, 874. It brings to life the dead :

Our conflicts here shall soon
1 Come on, my partners in distress, be past,
My comrades in the wilderness, And you and I ascend at last,
Who still your burdens feel Triumphant with our Head.
Anon.
1144 , „
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1145 Deliverance will Come.
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The sweat was on his brow, And locked him up alone,
His garments worn and dusty, That nothing might disturb him
His step seemed very slow Till his best Friend should come.
But he kept pressing onward, Hope made for him a pillow,
For he was wending home ; And faith, a garment rare,
shouting as he journeyed,
Still To keep him in his slumbers
Deliverance will come. Till Jesus should appear.
3 The songsters in the arbor 6 At length the trumpet sounded,
That stood beside the way The shadows fled away,
Attracted his attention, The gilded rays of glory
Inviting his delay Proclaimed the coming day ;
His watchword being " Onward !"

Then when the light of morning
He stopped his ears, and ran, Broke in his little room,
Still shouting as he journeyed, He rose, and cried, Hosanna !
Deliverance will come. Deliverance has come

4 I saw him in the evening, 7 I heard the song of triumph
The sun was bending low He sang upon that shore,
He 'd overtopped the mountain, Saying, Jesus has redeemed me,
And reached the vale below I '11 suffer now no more
His eyes were dim and heavy, And casting his eyes backward
His journey, it was done On the race that he had run,
He shouted, as it ended, He raised the loud hosanna,
Deliverance will come Deliverance has come
John B. Matthias.
1146
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A theilling cry—we hear the sound ;
This was his soul-inspiring song The faithful watchmen lift their voice ;
"With courage, bold, the sword I'll wield, From land to land the world around
The battle is not long. It bids the saints rejoice :
Then weep no more, but well endure Te pilgrims, rise, break forth and sing
The conflict, till thy work is done The glorious coming of your King
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Seemed, with one voice, to make reply : For dark and dangerous is the night
" Time's wasting sands are nearly run, And daring scoffers gather round
Eternity is nigh. The evil servants smite.
Then weep no more with warning tones, — Te faithful ones the strict watch keep,
Portentous signs are thickening round, With lamps well trimmed, and do not sleep
The whole creation, waiting, groans, The thrilling cry, we hear it sound,
To hear the trumpet sound." " Prepare to meet your Lord."
4 Not far from home O blessed thought! In earth's dark hour God's word gives light.
The traveler's lonely heart to cheer ;
Its rays dispel the thickening gloom ;
Which oft a healing balm has brought, The path to glory now is bright
And dried the mourner's tear. The Bridegroom soon will come.
Then weep no more, since we shall meet Then lift your voices, saints, and sing
Where weary footsteps never roam Tour sweetest strains to Zion's King
Our our joys complete,
trials past, —
The thrilling cry we hear it sound,
Safe in our Father's home. "Prepare to meet your Lord."
Annie R. Smith. Anon.
1149 Come J ES U S U NKNOWN.
. Come to Jesus, come to Je-sns, Come to Je - sus just now, Jnst now come to Je-sns, Come to Je - sns jast now.
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2 He will save you, he will save you, 4 He is waiting, he is waiting,

He will save you just now ; He is waiting just now
Just now he will save you, Just now he is waiting,
He will save you just now. He is waiting just now.
3 He is able, he is able, 5 He will bless you, he will bless you,
He is able just now He will bless you just now
Just now he is able, Just now he will bless you,
He is able just now. He will bless you just now.
Anon.
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1150 I'm a Pilgrim. Arranged.
Fine.
pil - grim, and I'm a stran-ger; I can tar-ry, can tar-ry but a night;
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Do not de- tain me, for I am go - ing To v, here the fountains are ev - er flow-ing.
2 There the glory is ever shining With this your portion, your heart's desire,
0, my longing heart, my longing heart is Why will you perish in raging fire ?
there
5 Father, mother, and sister, brother
Here in this country so dark and dreary,
If you will not journey with me, I must go !
I long have wandered forlorn and weary.

Now since your vain hopes you will thus
3 There's the city to which I journey cherish,
My Redeemer, my Eedeemer is its light Should I too linger, and with you perish ?
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying. 6 Farewell, drear earth, by sin so blighted,
In immortal beauty soon you'll be arrayed
Farewell, neighbors, with tears I've warned
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He who has formed thee, will soon restore
thee,
I must leave you, I must leave you, and be
gone
And then the dread curse shall never more be.
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Mary S. B. Dana.
1151 Whispering Angels, Arranged,
Wea - ry pil-grim why this sad-ness? Why 'mid sor-row's scenes de - dine ? The tri - al strange,brings joy and
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2 Earth anew, with robe of glory, In the new earth, paradise ;
Shall rejoice in hill and vale ; Yes, in the new earth, paradise.
And sweetest harpings tell the story
Of the love that could not fail Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness
O yes, the love that could not fail. To Mount Zion thou art come !
3 Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure, Now swell thy songs of joyful gladness,
Where joy's gushing songs arise And rejoice in thy blest home ;
Thine own, and Jesus' heavenly home.

Thou shalt have all thy well-stored treasure, Anoft,
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Blest mansions in glory's domain 1 ; Lo ! the time hastens on, soon the morning
And the promise sure, sweetly fell from his will dawn,
lips, When
the King shall in glory descend :
" For you I '11 return again." Weexpectsoon to join the bright, holy throng,
In the kingdom that never shall end.
3 How long, O Lord, shall we watch and weep Chorus.
For the rightful heir to reign ? O Saviour dear Saviour ! ! O Saviour, come
And the myriad saints in silence sleep, Here we mourn and we sigh,
Who wait thy return again ? And we daily cry,
"Come and gather the faithful home."
4 See the signs fulfilled of his advent near !
2 All the prophets of old saw a beautiful world,
Soon he comes in his kingdom to reign !
And they looked for the same with delight
Not long will the wheels of his chariot stay, And apostles have told of a city of gold,
That brings his return again. Where the Lamb is its glorious light.
5 The soul once bowed 'neath its burden of woe 3 O we long to be there, where no sorrow or care
Shall rejoice o'er the flowery plain, Can
disturb that sweet, heavenly rest
And a dazzling crown deck the careworn And we hope soon to share in those beauties
brow, so rare
When the King in his beauty shall reign ! In reserve for the good and the blest.
Annie R. Smith Anon.
1154 Heavenly Music, lis. Arranged.
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And earnestly longing I stretch forth my hand; If Jesus permit, the wild surges I'll brave
Send a convoy of angels, dear Jesus, I pray 1 For that heavenly music hath ravished me 60,
Let me join that sweet music; come, take me I must join in the chorus I'll go let me go.
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1155 Remember Lot's Wife, lis, Arranged.
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While dangers are pending, escape for thy 5 The ways of religion true pleasure afford,
life No pleasures can equal the joys of the Lord
And look not behind thee ; remember Lot's Forsake then the world and escape for thy
wife. life,
3 The bold apostate will tempt you to stay
first And look not behind thee ; remember Lot's
And tell you that lions are found in the way wife. ;
He means to deceive you, escape for thy life 6 But if you determine the call to refuse, !
And not look behind thee ; remember Lot's And venture the way of destruction to choose,
wife. For hell, you will part with the blessings of
4 How many poor souls has the tempter be- life,
guiled ! And then, if not now, you '11 remember Lot's
With specious temptations how many defiled wife.
Anon.
1156 Drooping Souls, arranged.
"P f^gr.
1. Drooping sonls, no long-er grieve; Heaven is pi- tions. If on Christ yon do believe, Ton will find him precious.
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2 From his hands, his feet, his side, 3 Grace he offers full and free,
Kuns a healing fountain Drooping souls to gladden
See the consolation tide, Hear him say, Come unto me, '
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Boundless as the ocean. Weary, heavy laden " :
See the living waters move Though your sins like mountains high,
For the sick and dying ;
Rise and reach to heaven,
Now resolve to gain his love, Soon as you on him rely,
Or to perish trying. All shall be forgiven.
Anon.
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1157 Choir of Angels. Arranged.
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2 Hark ! the tidings onward rolling, 5 Now on wings of light ascending,

Jesus comes, the world controlling With a shining host attending
Hark the tidings onward rolling,
! Now on wings of light ascending,
Jesus comes to reign. See them mount the skies.
3 See the sign in heaven appearing, 6 See, the banner waves in glory,
And the blazing chariot nearing ; While ten thousand tell the story
See the sign in heaven appearing, See, the banner waves in glory,
And the Saviour there. And the saints are there.
4 See the earth in terror shaking, 7 They are saved from death forever,
And the dead to life awaking ; Praise to Him who did deliver
See the earth in terror shaking, They are saved from death forever,
And the saints arise. And to die no more.
Anon.
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1159 Bear Me On. C. M. Arranged.
1. O how I long to see that day When the redeemed shall come To Zi-on, clad in
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And with a heaven-enraptured soul 5 Jerusalem I long to see,
I'll join redemption's song. Blest city of my King
3 see all Israel safe at home,
I'll And eat the fruit of life's fair tree,
Singing on Zion's hight And hear the blood-washed sing.
And Jesus crowned upon his throne, 6 My longing heart cries out,O, come !
Creation's Lord, by right. Creation groans for thee !
4 All hail the morn of glory 's nigh

! The weary pilgrim sighs, O, come !
The pilgrim longs to see, Bring immortality.

Anon.
1160 Paradise. Arranged.

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That bloom through all the year ! When his bright kingdom comes
O for thy rosy bowers, The sun shall be ashamed
The wilderness to cheer Before his dazzling thrones.
To thee we shall return, The moon, confounded, then
And to Mount Zion come Shall hide her silver ray,
With songs sing joyfully, And saints of every age
And shout the "harvest home," Rejoice in glorious day.
Awake the harp and lute, exiled Paradise,
In praises to the King O how I long for thee 1
Who reigns on David's throne, Robe thou anew the earth,
To him hosannas bring. Bring back life's healing tree.
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Freely flash before him From their princely station
Myriads, with supreme delight, Shout his glorious victories,
Instantly adore him Sing his great salvation ;
Angels' trumps resound his fame ; Cast their crowns before his throne ;
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim Cry, in reverential tone,

All the music of his name, " Glory be to God alone,
Heaven echoing the theme. Holy, holy, holy One !
Anon.
1162 New Jerusalem. C. M. d.

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O there are the bright crowns of glo-ry,
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2 There endless springs of life are flowing, Faith now beholds the flowing river,
There are the helds of living green Coming from underneath the throne
Mansions of beauty are before them, There, too, the Saviour reigns forever,
And the King of the saints is seen. And he '11 welcome the faithful home.
Soon our conflicts and toils will be ended, Would you walk by the banks of the river,
We '11 be tried and be tempted no more With thefriendsyouhave loved byyourside?
And the saints of all ages and nations Would you join in the song of the angels ?
We shall greet on that heavenly shore. Then be ready to follow your Guide.
Anon.
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1165 Hail, Happy Day! Arranged.
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more by doubts or fears distressed, We now shall gain onr promised rest, And be for-er-er blest; hail, hap-pj day!
2 Swell loud the glad note, our bondage now is 2 Awake ye ! awake ! no time now for repos-
over, ing;
The jubilee proclaims us free, The Lord is near breaks on the ear,—
!
O hail, happy day ! O come, come away !
The day that brings a sweet release, Come, come where Jesus' love will be,
That crowns our Jesus Prince of peace, Who says, 1 meet with two or three
And bids our sorrows cease ;
Sweet promise made to thee !
O hail, happy day come, come away
3 O happy day, that ends our tears and

hail,
sorrows, 3 With joy I accept the gracious invitation,
That brings us joy without alloy, My heart exults with rapturous hope,
O hail, happy day !
O come, come away !
There peace shall wave her scepter high, When Jesus comes, O may we meet
And love's fair banner greet the eye, A happy throng at his dear feet
Proclaiming victory ; Our joy will be complete,
O hail, happy day come, come away I
4 We hail thy bright beams, O morn of Zion's

4 Come where sacred song the pilgrim's heart
glory,
cheering,
is
Thy blessed light breaks on our sight,
hail, happy day !
Come, and learn there the power of prayer,
Fair Beulah's fields before us rise,
O come, come away !
In sweetest notes of sympathy

And sweetly burst upon our eyes We praise and pray in harmony ;
The joys of Paradise;
Love makes our unity ;
O hail, happy day

O come, come away
5 Thrice hail, happy day, when earth shall
smile in gladness, Night soon will be o'er, and endless day
5 ap-
And Eden bloom o'er nature's tomb, pearing ;
O hail, happy day !
Away from home no more we roam,
Where life's pure waters gently glide, O come, come away !
Safe by the dear Redeemer's side, And when the trump of God shall sound,
Forever we '11 abide ;
The saints no more by death are bound :
O hail, happy day He owns our Jesus crowned ;
come, come away !
1166
o, come, come away for time's career is 6 O come, come away, my Saviour, in thy glory
closing Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
Let worldly care henceforth forbear ; O come, come away !
O, come, come away !

O come, my Lord, thy right maintain,
Come, come our holy joys renew,
!
And take thy throne, and on it reign :
Where love and heavenly friendship grew Then earth shall bloom again
The Spirit welcomes you !
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1167 When the King of Kings Comes. N. Billings.
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1. When the King of kings comes, When the Lord of lords comes, shall have a joy • fal day,
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We shall have a joy - ful day, When the King of kings comes ! Great Bab -
y - Ion is brok en down,
And kingdoms once of great re • nown, And saints now snf - f ring wear the crown, When the King of kings comes.
2 When the trump of God calls, 4 When the world its course has run,
When the last of foes falls, When the Judgment is begun
We shall have a joyful day, We shall have a joyful day,
Whenthe King of kings comes When the King of kings comes;
O, then the saints, raised from the dead, see the sons of God well known,
To
Are with the living gathered, All spotless to their Father shown,
And all made like their glorious Head, And Jesus all his brethren own,
When the King of kings comes. When the King of kings comes.
8 When the foe's distress comes, 5 When the conqueror's hour comes,
Then the church's "rest" comes When he with great power comes,
We shall have a joyful day, We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes When the King of kings comes
And then the new Jerusalem, To see all things by him restored,
Surpassing all reports of fame, And God himself alone adored
Shines, worthy of its Maker's name, By all the saints, with one accord,
When the King of kings comes. When the King of kings comes.
1168 Loving-Kindness. L. M, Arranged.

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1. A- wake, my sonl, in joy - ful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He just - ly claims a song from me;
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1169 He's Coming, Arranged.
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How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim's ear, As lie wan-ders in exile from home
Soon, soon will the Sav-iour in glo-ry ap - pear, (omit.)
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And soon will the king-dom come. He's com-ing, coming, com-ing soon I know, Coming
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sleep ransomed shall come,
Shall be open as wide as before, And worship our heavenly King.
And themillions that sleep in the mighty deep Hallelujah, Amen Hallelujah again
! !
Shall live on this earth once more. Soon, if faithful, we all shall be there ;
3 There we'll meet ne'er to part in our happy O, be watchful, be hopeful, be joyful till
Eden home, then,
Sweet songs of redemption we'll sing :
And a crown of bright glory we'll wear.
Anon.
1170 Ship Zion. C. M, Scottish.
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3 Our compass is the sacred word

Our anchor, blooming hope ;
The love of God our maintop sail,
And Christ our captain's name, And Christ oar captain's name,
And faith our cable rope.
And Christ oar captain's name. 4 The sun is up, the clouds are gone,
The heavens above are clear
fete The city bright, appears in sight;
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We're getting round the pier.
2 And you not afraid some storm

are 5 And when we all are landed safe
Your bark will overwhelm ? On the celestial plain,
No, bless the Lord, we need not fear Our song shall be, "Worthy's the Lamb
Our Father's at the helm. For rebel sinners slain."
Anon.
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1171 This Groaning Earth. Arranged.
1. This groaning earth is too dark and drear For the saint's e home; from heaven will
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D. S. Joy - ousand bright our
soon ap-pear, And we know that the moment is draw-in? near When she in her glory shall come.
home shall be, And we'll walk in the shadow of Life's fair tree With our Saviour forev - er - more.
Her gates of we soon shall see, we soon
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2 We'll gladly exchange a world like this, 3 O, there the loved of earth shall meet,
Where death triumphant reigns, Whom death has sundered here
For a beautiful home in that land of bliss, The prophets and patriarchs there we'll greet,
Where all is happiness, joy, and peace, And all shall worship at Jesus' feet,
And nothing can enter that pains. No more separation to fear.
There is no more sorrow and no more night, Though trials and griefs await us here,
For the darkness shall flee away The conflict will soon be o'er;
The crucified Lamb is its glorious light, This glorious hope our hearts doth cheer,
And the saints shall walk with him in white For we know that the Saviour will soon ap-
In that happy, eternal day. pear,
And then we shall grieve no more.
1172 Will You Go? Arranged.

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pending, bleeding,
And the deep-laden boughs of life's fair tree are Then, ascended on high, at the throne Interced-
bending, ing,
And where life's crystal stream is unceasingly O, secure pardon now, while sweet mercy's ex-
flowinar, tended,
And the verdure of spring is eternally growing. Ere the harvest is past and the summer is ended.
3 Now while pardon's last hour is expiring in He's prepared thee a home, sinner, canst thou
heaven, believe it ?
And the last gracious call is on earth being And invites thee to come, sinner, wilt thou re-
given, ceive it ?
haste 6inner haste, leave thy sinful behavior,
! O, come, sinner, come ; for the time is receding,
The commandments embrace and the faith of And the Saviour will soon and forever cease
pleading. Anon.
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And joy to hail him near. For there 's a crown for me.
Yes, perfect love will dry the tear, Yes, there 's a crown in heaven above,
And cast out all tormenting fear The purchase of my Saviour's love,
Which round my heart is clinging For me at his appearing:
O, that's the love for me, etc. 0, that 's the crown for me, etc.
Thomas Shepherd.
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" Come home, my people, time is no more
You 've washed your robes white, your con- O, there'll be glory, joy, peace, and love;
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Nothing to harm us in heaven above
O, let us be faithful, and we '11 be blest,
3 Hastening to see thee, my soul would rise When Jesus calls us to eternal rest.
To meet my Saviour in yonder skies Anon.
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1175 Resurrection Morning. Arranged.
1. In the resurrection morning ire shall see the Saviour coming, And the sons of God a-shouting in the Kingdom of the Lord.
We shall rise, we shall rise, When the might-y trmn-pet rends the u - nre skies
hal-le-Iu-jah! hal -la-la-jali! we shall rise,
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2 We feel the advent glory while the vision ; And we'll shortly hail each other, on fair
seems to tarry Canaan's happy shore.
We will comfort one another with the words 4 We will tell the pleasing story, when we meet
of Holy Writ.
our friends in glory,
3 By faith we can discover that our warfare '11 And we '11 keep ourselves all ready for to hail
soon be over, the Heavenly King. Anon.
1176 Come and Reign,

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Gome and reign ; come and reign, Je-sns, quick-ly come ; For now it fills my heart with joy To know I'm almost home.
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Cho.— Come, and reign, &c. But there eternal youth shall bloom,
3 Here I grieve the friends I love, And bright shall beam each eye.
And they in turn grieveme ; Cho. — Come, and reign, &c.
But, O my Saviour ! grant me grace,
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4 Here we meet and part again,
Cho.— Come, and reign, &c.
As far and near we roam
Cho.— Come, and reign, &c. But there we '11 meet to part no more,
3 Here disease invades our frame, And sweetly rest at home.
We sicken, droop, and die Cho.— Come, and reign, &c. Anon.
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Though oft from thy presence in sadness I In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
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1178 Afton. lis. d.
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Soon shall we hear the voice, "'Tis done: 4 Hail, brethren, hail it's the new-born year !
Child, your Father calls ; come home." Michael's trump we soon shall hear,
3 Come, sinners, come, let us all awake ! Then will the saints and angels sing,
And the Spirit's truths partake " Glory be to heaven's King." Anon.
1180 Will You Meet Us?

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By the grace of God we '11 meet you, Jesus lives and reigns forever,
By the grace of God we'll meet you, Jesns lives and reigns forever
On Canaan's happy shore. On Canaan's happy shore.
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Ye harpers of bliss, soon I '11 meet you above, Where ever are flowing pure streams of salvation
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story, Redemption is nearing O seek preparation!
Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus' love. Soon the King in his beauty for us will appear.
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1182 tried.
1 Be patient, be patient, no longer despairing, Be humble, the spirit of meekness adorning,
Though bright hope deferred fills with sorrow Be f aithful,proclaiming the last notes of warning
thyheart Be watchful, to hail the glad dawn of that morning
Though bitter the cup thy soul has been sharing, When the King in his beauty for us shall appear.
Let not fond affections from Heaven depart.
.Not long will He tarry, in doubt here us leaving; 4 Be patient, be patient, a little while longer,
He '11 come for his children who for him are griev- And Jesus the kingdom to us will restore.
ing. Be cheerful, enduring, thy faith growing stronger,
Oh, wait for the promise of glory receiving, Till trials are passed, and thy conflicts are o'er.
When the King in his beauty for us shall appear. Be patient, the Lord all his saints will deliver,
With love, peace, and joy, will surround them for-
2 Bepatient, be patient, the light shining o'er thee, ever,
Will guide through the shades that encompass Where naught shall e'er cloud, or their sweet
the way union sever,
The Saviour has trod the rough pathway before With the King in his beauty they '11 reign ever-
thee; more.
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Cho. — I do believe, I now believe That Jesns died for me, And that he shed his precioas blood From sin to set me free.
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And all my varied wants relieve, And here I will unwearied lie,
In this accepted hour. Till thou thy Spirit give.
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My weary, longing eyes Could I but see thy face
O let me now receive that gift; Now let me hear thy quickening voice,
My soul without it dies. And taste thy pardoning grace.
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1. Are we al - most there? are we al - most there? Says the weary saint, as he 6ighs for home ]
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That flows through the paradise of God; At the boasted trophies man doth rear
And he longs to wake from life's troubled dream, To enter the giddy halls of mirth ;
To walk those golden streets abroad. But ah how vain do they all appear
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3 He is weary and sick of this world's rude strife, For he 's had an earnest of those joys
And pants for a holy, peaceful clime Which the righteous alone can ever share
To glow with the vigor of endless life, He turns with contempt from these earthly toys,
And be compassed no more by the bounds of And fervently asks, " Are we almost there?"
time. He is waiting to hear the trumpet sound,
4 His eye is fixed on the world to come And to meet the Saviour in the air;
He walks by faith through this vale of care, The day-star dawns ; soon with joyous bound
And oft inquires, as he draws near home, He can 6ay indeed, "We are almost there."
With anxious heart, " Are we almost there?" Anon.
1185 Cannot Go Back. lis. Arranged.
1. For i Canaan I've started, and on I most go, 'Till all the bright glories of E - den I know; Pre)
( made no reserve, and I'm sure I'll not lack, While onward I journey, and do not draw back; and \ do not draw back.
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And prove my obedience by not drawing back. Let 's be true to our King and never draw back.
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( Je - eus, my all, to heaven is gone Je ; - bus 6ays he will be with us to the end;
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1. An angel's voice now breaks upon the ear, In 6olemn tones, a message loud and clear,
To ev-ery nation, kindred, people, tongue :

" Fear God andgivehim praise—Ms judgment's come.
2 Another angel follows in the train The same, unmingled wrath shall surely drink,
Listen, O earth, and catch another strain And in the lake of fire at last shall 6ink.
Great Babylon is fallen in her pride 4 Here is the patience of the saints who wait
Nations have shared her wine her Lord denied. —
Till Jesus comes and ends their mortal state
They God's commandments keep, pure from
3 Now the third angel lifts his voice, O, hark above, I
If any worship beast, or bear his mark, And faith of Jesus, in the bond of love.
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1188 Angels Hovering Round. Arranged.
1. There are angels hovering round, There are angels hoTeringroand jels, an gels hovering ronnd.
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They will carry tidings home, Poor sinners are coming home,
They will carry, carry tidings home. Poor sinners, sinners are coming home.
3 To the new Jerusalem, 5 And Jesus bids them come,
To the new Jerusalem, And Jesus bids them come,
To the new, the new Jerusalem. And Jesus, Jesus bids them come.
1189 Wish You Well. Arranged.
1. My brother, 1 w ish jon well, My brother, I wishyoa well; When mj Lord comes I trnst I shall Be mentioned in the promised land.
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1191 Revive Us Again.

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'And I will cause him to draw near, and he shall approach unto me."—Jer. 30 : 21.
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"Casting all your care upon him, forhecareth for you." i Pet. 5:7. — "Are not five sparrows sold for two
farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God ? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
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Thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul : thou hast redeemed my life." —Lam. 3 ; 58.
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"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
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"Rejoice because your names are written in heaven." —
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"For we are made partakers of Christ, if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast unto the end.'
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'Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompense of reward." — Heb. 10 : 35.
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1210 Build on the Rock,

"Whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built
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"Who, for the joy that was set before him, endured the cross."— Heb. 12: 2,
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1212 Hark! Hark I My Soul.

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"For what shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul ? Or what shall a man give
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1216 Sunlight in the Heart.

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1220 Washed White as Snow,

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white assnow;
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" Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse * * and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts if I will not
open you the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing that there shall not be room to receive it." —Mai. 3 10. :
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1225 Jesus, Lover of My Soul.

"I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor
things lo come, nor hight, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is
in Christ Jesus our Lord." —
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Other refuge have I none, Just and holy is thy name,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; I am all unrighteousness
Leave, O leave me not alone Vile and full of sin I am,
Still support and comfort me Thou art full of truth and grace.
All my trust on thee is stayed, 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found-
All my help from thee I bring Grace to pardon all my sin
Cover my defenseless head Let the healing streams abound,
With the shadow of thy wing. Make and keep me pure within
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, Thou of life the Fountain art,
More than all in thee I find Freely let me take of thee
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Spring thou up within my heart,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Rise to all eternity.
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And the people asked Him, saying, What shall we do?"—Luke 3 : 10.
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1227 Keep Your Windows Open.

"Now whenDaniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house: and his windows being open
in his chamber toward Jerusalem, he kneeled upon his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks be-
fore his God, as he did aforetime." Dan. 6 : 10. —
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"Neither is there salvation in any other: for then: is none other name under heaven given among men,
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4. If he wills that I should la - bor In his vine-yard day by day,
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" And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of
the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name that at :
the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth ; and
that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Phil. 2 :8-n. —
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1230 Keep Me.

"The peace of God which passeth understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."
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1233 Joy Cometh in the Morning.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." —Ps. 30: 5.
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1234 Am I My Brother's Keeper?
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•Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." —Eccl. o : 10.
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"A certain man made a great supper, and bade many: and sent his servant at supper time to say to them
that were bidden, Come ; for all things are now ready. And they all with one consent began to make excuse.
* * So that servant came, and showed his lord these things. Then the master of the house, being angry, said
to his servant, Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor and the maimed,
and the halt, and the blind. * * For I say unto you, That none of those men which were bidden shall taste
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his blood shall be upon his own head. He heard the sound of the trumpet, and took not warning ; his blood shall be
upon him. But he that taketh warning shall deliver his soul." Eze. 33 4, 5.— :
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" Wherefore take unto yon the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and hav-
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" Through God we shall do valiantly, for he it is that treadeth down our enemies."— Ps. 60 : 1a.
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•' He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing
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F. E. Belden. •They that sow in tears shall reap in joy." — Ps. 126 : 5. D. S. Hakes.
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" Lift up your eyes and look on the fields ; for they are white already to harvest." —John 4 : 35.
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Ere he found his sheep that was lost.
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"And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth he began to cry out, and say, Jesus, thou son of David,
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"The gates of it shall not be shut at all by day ; for there shall be no night there." —Rev. 21 : 25.
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'Evening and morning, and at noon, will I pray."— Ps. 55 : 17.
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" But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be."— Matt. 24 37. :
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" Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."—Acts 2 : 21.
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3. Trust-ing on - ly in thy mer - it, Would I seek thy face ; Heal my wounded, broken
4. Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me; Whom have I on earth be-
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1276 Nothing for Jesus,

"Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have
treasure in heaven and come and follow me. But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful
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for he had great possessions." —

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1277 Father, We Come to Thee.

" God Is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." —Ps. 46
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Thy might -y arm we seek For strength in-deed. Fa-ther, we come to thee,
And on a bright -er shore We dwell with thee.
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'And the Lord said unto Noah. Come, thou and all thy house, into the ark." — Gen. 7 : 1.
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2. O trust in self no longer, For self will sure - ly fail Tempta- tions will grow
3. Shall we be of the number Who seek for souls to 6ave Or shall we sink to
4. Then come while hope is offered, Thy com -ing shall be blest; E - ter- nal life is
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slum - ber On sin's de - lu - sive wave ? How dread would be the wak - ing, How
prof-fered With -in the Ark of rest. The dove of peace shall hov - er A-
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"And, behold, two blind men sitting by the wayside, when they heard that Jesus passed by, cried out, saying
Have mercy on us, O Lord, thou son of David." —Matt. 20 : 30.
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2. Je-sus is pass-ing, Je-sus is pass-ing, Come now, ye lame, to the
3. Je-sus is pass-ing, Je-sus is pass-ing, Come, all ye poor, to the
4. Je-sus is pass-ing, Je-sus is pass-ing, Come, ye afflict - ed by
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1280 Why Not Come to Jesus?

"The Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst
come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely."— Rev. 22 17. :
F. E. B. F. E. Beldkn.
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4. Now the Ho - ly Spir - it Whis - pers his dear name, An - gels bend - ing
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1281 The Great Physician.

•"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases." — Ps. 103 13.
William Hunter. Arr. by J. H. Stockton.
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"Incline your ear.and come unto me ; hear, and your souls shall live." — Isa. « : i
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Think of the won-der ful love he has promised, Promised for you and for me;
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Tho' we have sinned, he has mer - cy and par - don, Par - don for you and for me.
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P. P. B. " Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian." —Acts 26 : 28. P. P. Buss.
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"An angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the
troubling of the water stepped in, was made whole of whatsoever disease he had."—John 5 : 4.
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'Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation."— 2 Cor. 6 : 2.
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"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so I would have told you; I go to prepare a place
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4.0 heav - ing, swelling bil-lows, Bear onward to my home!Be-yond these drear -y
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2. A - part from oth - er giv-ers A poor way- far- er stood, He 6aw the gifts they
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1289 I am Coming to the Cross.

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Lead Them to Thee.

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Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of God." Luke 18 ; 16. —
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"For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments : and his commandments are not
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" Behold, 1 stand at the door, and knock any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him,
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"Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." — Ps. 103 *3-
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If a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them he gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth
into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray ? " Matt. 18 : 12. —
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1300 Give Me the Bible.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."—Ps. 119 : 105.
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8. Give me the Bi-ble, all my steps en -light -en, Teach me the dan - ger
4. Give me the Bi-ble, lamp of life im-mor-tal, Hold up that splen-dor
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"The lawof the Lord is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the Lord is sure, making
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"Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to
fulfill. For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise
pass from the law, till all be fulfilled. Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least command-
ments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven but whosoever :
shaD do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven." Matt. 5: 17-19. —
"Whosoever committeth sin transgresseth also the law: for sin is the transgression of the law."
—1 John 3: 4.
"Wherefore th^. law is holy, and the commandment holy, and just, and good." Rom. 7: 12. —
"Do we then make void the law through faith? God forbid: yea, we establish the law."—'
Rom. 3:31.
" It is time for thee, Lord, to work: for they have made void thy law." Ps. 119: 126. —
" Teaching for doctrines the commandments of men. For laying aside the commandment of God,
ye hold the tra'dition of men." Mark 7 7, 8. — :
"O Israel, thy prophets are like the foxes in the deserts. * * * They have seen vanity and lying
divination, saying, The Lord saith and the Lord hath not sent them and they have made others to
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spoken."—Eze. 13:4-8.
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MUSIC— "HOLD TO THE HELM."

1 Stand bythe law once proclaimed from 3 Since by the law we are sinners proved to be,
Sinai Christ has died that we may all be free :
Some its teachings and its force deny : Free from the death which the broken law
What says the Saviour ? now hearken and demands,
obey, But not from obedience to its commands.
"Not one jot or tittle shall pass away."
Chorus : 4 Now if the law was unknown till Sinai,
Stand by the law, stand by the law All were righteous who before did die !
Jesus the law did magnify And, if its precepts by Christ were done away,
Stand by the law if you hope to enter heaven ; There lives not a sinner on earth to-day 1
The law proves us sinners through Christ ;
we 're forgiven. 5 All yearly sabbaths, and offerings the same,

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are its precepts, consider them again, Lost their meaning when the Saviour came
Love to God, and love to fellow-men : But kill the law, and the devil goes to heaven
Four point to God and the duty that we owe, No need of a Saviour, or sins forgiven 1
And six, our relation to mortals show. F. E. Belden.
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the subject of the law was being discussed publicly, and sung with good effect at the close of the meeting. Although
the last stanza is a conclusion truthfully drawn from the arguments of those who endeavor to show that God's law is no
longer binding, yet it is designed to be sung only on occasions when it will be most effectual to present the absurdity
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1320 He Will Gather the Wheat in His Garner.

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He will gather the wheat into his garner; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire." — Luke 3 : 17.
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"There shall come In the last walking after their own lust, and saying, Where is the promise
days scoffers,
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for such things, be diligent, that ye may be found of him in peace, without spot, and blameless." 2 Pet. 2:3-14. —
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1323 Waiting and Watching.

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"So likewise ye, when ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors. Verily I say
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Un - til the Sav - iour comes a - gain To ban - ish death and sin.
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1326 Behold the Bridegroom.

"And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came and they that were ready went in with him to the ;
marriage and the door was shut." Matt. 25 10.

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" Waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ." — i Cor. i : 7.
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1332 When the King Shall Claim His Own.

" For the Son of man shall come In the glory of his Father, with his angels ; and then he shall reward every
man according to his works."— Matt. 16 : 27.
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4. We shall greet the loved and lov - ing, Who have left us lone - ly here
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1333 Come, Saviour, Come.

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" Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints.' -Jude 15.
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3. King-doms at their base are crumbling, Hark! his char-iot wheels are rumbling;
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Earth her lat - est pangs is summing Shout, ye saints, your Lord is com - ing.
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4. There those lov'd ones who have long been parted, Will all meet that day ;The tears of those who are
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3. The sec - ond this mes -sage of woe did repeat: "The Church is not
4. The third message fol - lows, the last to be given, To point, once a-
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part -ed from Heav'n, And her love to earth's kings has un - law - ful ly giv'n."
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"That ye come behind in no gift ; waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ."— i Cor. i : 7.
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"A cloud received him out of their sight. * * This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall
so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven." —Acts i : 9, n. " Behold he cometh with clouds, and
every eye shall see him." —Rev. 1 : 7.
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1343 Shall We Stand at His Coming?

" Not every one that saith unto me. Lord, Lord, shall enter into the Kingdom of heaven ; but he that doeth
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self will his mo - tives behold On - ly they who, obeying, have toiled, striving, praying,
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1344 Look for the Way-Marks.

"The secret things belong unto the Lord our God, but those things which are revealed belong unto us and
to our children, forever." —
Deut. 29 : 29.
" Surely the Lord God will do nothing but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets." Amos 3 7
" For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man : but holy men of God spake as they were
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moved by the Holy Ghost " 2 Pet. 1 : 21. —

"There is a God in heaven that revealeth secrets, and maketh known to the king Nebuchadnezzar what
shall be in the latter days, "—Dan. 2 : 28.
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"Thou, O and behold a great image. This great image, whose brightness was excellent, stood
king, sawest,
before thee, and the form thereof was terrible. This image's head was of fine gold, his breast and his arms of
silver, his belly and bis thighs of brass, his legs of iron, his feet part of iron and part of clay. Thou sawest till
that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and
brake them to pieces. Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold broken to pieces together, and be-
came like the chaff of the summer threshing-floors and the wind carried them away, that no place was found
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for them and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth.
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dream; and we will tell the interpretation thereof before the king." Dan. 2 31-36. — :
Interpretation of the Dream.

"Thou, O
king (Nebuchadnezzar), art a king of kings; for the God of heaven hath given thee a kingdom
(Assyrian, or Babylonian kingdom), power, and strength, and glory. Thou art this head of gold. And after thee
shall arise another kingdom inferior to thee (Medo-Persia), and another third kingdom of brass (Grecia), which
shall bear rule over all the earth. And the fourth kingdom (Rome) shall be strong as iron : forasmuch as iron
breaketh in pieces and subdueth all things, and as iron that breaketh all these, shall it break in pieces and bruise.
* * * * And as the toes of the feet (the ten divisions of the Roman kingdom, formed between the years
356 and 483, A. D.) were part of iron and part of clay, so the kingdom shall be partly strong and partly bro-
ken. And whereas thou sawest iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men;
but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay. [For over fourteen hundred years
the ten kingdoms of Europe, with few changes, have remained distinct and separate from each other, notwith-
standing the efforts of emperors and generals to unite them, both by marriage and by force of arms.] And
in the days of these kings ( or kingdoms, as used in the preceding interpretation of the head of gold and the
kingdom that was to follow) shall the God of heaven set up a kingdom, which shall never be destroyed : and
the kingdom shall not be left to other people, but it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and
it shall stand forever." —
Dan. 2 : 37-44. It is evident that the kingdom of the God of heaven was not set up
at the first advent of Christ, nearly nineteen hundred years ago, inasmuch as the image was to be smitten upon
the feet by the setting up of that kingdom ; and the feet were not formed by Rome's division into ten parts,
represented by the ten toes, until 483 years after Christ. If his first advent was the smiting of the image, it
should have been smitten near the thighs instead of upon the feet ; for Rome
became absolute mistress of the world
(by the conquest of Egypt) only 30 years before the birth of our Saviour ; and hence, that part of the image should
have been smitten which represented theiirstperiod of Rome's existence, instead of that which represented the last,
if, indeed, the smiting was the first, and not the second, advent of Christ. The "smiting" results in total destruction
and annihilation ef all earthly kingdoms, which will occur at the second coming of Christ.
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1346 Beautiful Valley of Eden.

"He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord." Isa. 51 : 3.
Rev. W. O. Cushing. Wm. F. Sherwin.
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1349 IMMANUEL'S LAND.

"The desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose, * * and they shall see the glory of the Lord." — Isa. 33 : 1, 2.
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all for a well-tuned harp O for the "hal-le- !
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1350 The Half has Never been Told.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared
for them that love him."— i Cor. 2 : 9.
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1351 Kingdom of Rest,

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And I saw a new heaven and a new earth : for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away." — Rev. 21:1,
Mrs. M, T. Haughey. M. T. Haughey.
think of a home in the kingdom of rest, Where the loved of the Lord will a -bide;
2. O kingdom of rest! would we taste of thy bliss, And share in the pro m-ised re-ward,
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1352 Shall We Know Each Other There?

Then shall I know even as also I am known." — i Cor. 13 : 13.
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— Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face." — i Cor. 13 : 13.
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" Oh that I had wings like a dove, for then I would fly away and be at rest" —Ps. 55 :6.
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"And saw a new heaven and a new earth for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away ; and ther*
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a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven, saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is
with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their
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1358 Forever with the Lord,

" Having a desire to depart, and be with Christ ; which is far better." Phil, i : 23. — "When Christ, who is
our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory." — Col. 3 : 4.
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"For - ever with the Lord " Fa - ther, if 'tis thy will, The prom - ise of that !
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3. I'm go - ing home, and cold, pale death Has lost its ter - rors, since 1 know
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"These died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar otf, and were persuaded
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"Thy land shall be called Beulah, for the Lord delighteth in thee." — Isa. 62 : 4.
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•Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun In the kingdom of their Father." —Matt. 13 : 43.
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1364 Heaven at Last.

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes ; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither
shall there be any more pain : for the former things are passed away." Rev. 21:4. —
HORATIUS BONAR, D. D. W.J. KlRKPATRICK.
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" Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things that are before." —Phil. 3 : 13.
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1368 Shall We Meet?
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He maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust." — Matt. 5 145.
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2. Wa -ter, pure water, for young and for old, Poured by the hand di -vine;
3. Wa -ter, pure water, yes this is the song, This is the theme for you;
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Fall - ing from heav - en like jew - els of light, Fall - ing for you and me
Give me pure wa - ter so health-f ul and cold, Fill up this cup of mine
This is the drink for the youth -ful and strong, Pure as the morning dew.
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Sweet is the breath of the blos-soming spring, Kissed by the sil - ver rain (siUer rain);
This is the gift from our Father's own hand, In ev-ery land 'tis found (it is found);
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This is the song of the showers that fall O-ver the lake and lea (o-ver the lea):
Gay is the song that the lit -tie birds sing O-ver the hill and plain (over the plain):
This is the song of the tern - perance band Echoed the world a - round (alla-ronnd):
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If God be for us, who can be against us?" — Rom. 8 : 31.
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Marching on we go, While our cause we know Must prevail;
Hear us when we call, Help us, one and all, By thy grace
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Gird your ar-mor on, Stand firm, ev-'ry one, Best your cause upon His ho -ly word.
Shield and banner bright,Gleaming in the light, Battling for the right, We ne'er can fail.
When the battle's done, And the vict'ry won, May we wear the crown Be - fore thy face.
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Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and show my people their transgression." — Isa. 58 : 1
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2. Ring the bells in the East and in the West; Ref - or - ma- tion has be-gun. All u-
3. Ring it out ring it out in ev-'ry home; Ref -or ma -tion has be-gun. Letthe
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swell the song, And press the foe on ev - 'ry field, Till justice shall triumph o-ver wrong,
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And all the hosts of e - vil yield. Ring it out! ring it out! Let the
And truth and right shall reign o'er all.
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" Be not afraid nor dismayed ; * * for the battle is not yours, but God's." — 2 Chron. 20 15.
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Dwight Williams. W. J. Bostwick.

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fight (na-tion's fight, nation's fight) ! Cities, towns, shall feel the stroke, Hills be dark-enedwith the smoke,
free (land and free, land and free) ;Brothers,let the key-note ring, Mothers,pray, and chil-dren,sing;
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Horse and foot in bat-tie heat (bat - tie heat, bat - tie heat) Shall to- geth-er clashing
Drive the traf-fic to the wall (to the wall, to the wall) ; Pro - hi - bi - tion shout it, !
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meet (clash-ing meet, clash-ing meet), Shall to -geth-er clashing meet (clash-ing meet, clash-ing meet)
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Loud and long (loud and long), loud and long, loud and long ; Strike the key-note bold and strong.
Not in play (not in play), not in play, not in play; It shall be a stur-dy fray.
Pray and vote (pray and vote) ! pray and vote, pray and vote, And ring out a grand key-note.
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1382 Yield not to Temptation.

"God Is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able." — i Cor. 10 :"i3.
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2. Shun e - vil com - pan - ions, Bad language dis-dain, God's name hold in
3. To him that o'er - com - eth God giv - eth a crown, Through faith we shall
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1383 Look not upon the Wine.

Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder." Prov. 23 31, 32. — :
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8. Go thou, un-veil his form, And bid the erring flee; O lift the de-mon's mask,
4. Lift up the tempt-ed soul Now fall -en in despair, Di-rect his thoughts above,
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Because thou hast not given him warning, he shall die in his sin ; * * but his blood will I require at thine
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Launch the life-boat see; the ship is stranding There are loved ones you may save:
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3. Oft up -on life's dark and 6torm-y o-cean Stur-dy manhood's bark is tossed;
4. O for hearts to love as did the Mas -ter Those who 6ad-ly fail in life!
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Where's the pi - lot for our sons and daughters, To guide them 6afe - ly by?
Where's the faith that 6tills the wild com-mo - tion Be -fore a 6oul is lost?
O for will - ing hands that la - bor fast - er The fierc - er grows the strife I
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"But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself with the portion of the king's meat, nor
with the wine which he drank." Dan. i:8. —
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1. Stand - ing by a pur - pose true, Heed - ing God's com-mand,

2. Ma - ny might - y men are lost, Dar - ing not to stand,
3. Ma - ny gi - ants great and tall, Stalk - ing thro' the land,
4. Hold the tem-p'rance ban - ner high! On to vie - fry grand I
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Who for God had been a host By join - ing Dan - iel's band!
Head - long to the earth would fall If met by Dan - iel's band
Sa tan and his host de - f y, And shout for Dan - iel's band
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1386 Pure, Cold Water.

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"Therefore let us not sleep, as do others ; but let us watch and be sober." —2 Thess. 5 : 6.
Arthur W. French. Frank M. Davis.
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2. Yonder Rum's camp-lights are burning; Hark to the revel-ry there! Waiting the conflict re-
3. Our aim is vig-i- lance ever, We canal -low no de-feat; True hearted soldiers will
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turning, Scouts are abroad ev'ry-where We must be watchful and ready, See ev - 'ry
never Join in the coward's re -treat; Wa - ry and watchful be keeping, Tho' the task
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" Righteousness exalteth a nation : but sin is a reproach to any people." —Prov. 14 :
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—A ty - rant is ris - ing, look well to the warn -ing,
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And hon - or the name of thine own Wash-ing- ton; Young land of the free,
Our sis - ter-land, greet - ed and praised from a - far; Shout back o'er the sea,
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But his rule shall cease, And the reign of peace Ush - er in the gold -en day.
Till the land is free, And the vie - to - ry Crowns the temp'rance army strong.
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1. Hear the temp* ranee call, Freemen one and all, Hear your country's earnest cry ; See your na - tive land
2. Leave the shop and farm, Leave your bright hearths warm To the polls the land to save Let your leaders be
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Liftherbeck'nlnghand; — Sons of freedom, come ye nigh.

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3. Mas-ter, the ter - ror is o - ver, The el - e-inents sweet-ly rest; Earth's sun in the
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Holt Spirit 136-167 REWARD OF SAINTS 973-1010

HYMNS AND TUNES.

To whom our prayers and prais-es

our voic-es all u - nite

3 bless us as we meet to-day, 2 On thee alone our hopes we rest,

5 Help us to worship thee aright 4 Fulfill in us thy faithful word,

WORSHIP— OPENING HYMNS.

136, 101, 104. 316, 104, 23.

3 May and hope and love abound,

WORSHIP— OPENING HYMNS.

1. A gain our earth ly cares we leave, And to Thy courts re - pair;

207, 204, 733.

To make our graces grow. To aid our feeble praise.

1 Jesus, our Lord, make no delay

WORSHIP— OPENING HYMNS.

1. Je - sus, we look to thee, Thy prom- ised pres ence claim;

2 Thy name salvation is, 1 Come, ye that fear the Lord,

12 688, 191, 403. 4 Then be his paths your choice,

WORSHIP— OPENING HYMNS.

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suit dis-dain! Shall

we seek thee, Lord, vain ?

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2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,

1 Great God, attend while Zion sings

2 Not now on Zion's hight alone i Eternal God, celestial King,

Thy favored worshipers may dwell, Exalted be thy glorious name

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2 How terrible thy glories be 5 Now I am thine, forever thine,

Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,

3 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing

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Tillthen thy service shall be ours,

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Rise and a - dore.

2 Now the trumpet raise

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4 Living only to thy glory, 3 For thy countless blessings given,

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