504.C. M.Anonymous.Peace Be Unto This House.1Lord of the families below!To Thee our prayers we send;Do Thou from danger and from woeThis dwelling-place defend.2Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;Here let Thy love abide!Our every joy in Thee more blest,Each sorrow sanctified.3May our petitions when we meet,And every secret prayer,Come up before Thy mercy-seat,And find acceptance there.4Teach us, with hearts made one in love,To do Thy pure commands;And give us, in Thy time, above,A house not made with hands.505.7s. M.C. Wesley.Brotherly Love.1Lord! subdue our selfish will;Each to each our tempers suit,By Thy modulating skill,Heart to heart, as lute to lute.2Sweetly on our spirits move;Gently touch the trembling strings;Make the harmony of love,Music for the King of kings!506.S. M.Anonymous.The Hour of Prayer.1It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.2The dark and deadly blightThat walks at noontide hour,The midnight arrow’s secret flight,O’er us have had no power:But smiles from loving eyesHave been around our way,And lips on which a blessing liesHave bidden us to pray.3O, blessed is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.507.L. M.Anonymous.Hymn of a Household.1For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord,The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven,Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word,And answered prayers, and sins forgiven.2Whene’er we tread on danger’s height,Or walk temptation’s slippery way,Be still, to lead our steps aright,Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay!3Be ours Thy blessed presence still;United hearts, unchanging love;No thought that contradicts Thy will,No wish that centres not above!4And since we must be parted here,Support us when the hour shall come;Dry gently Thou the mourner’s tear,Rejoin us in our heavenly home.508.C. M.Anonymous.Family Evening Worship.1Now from the altar of our heartsLet warmest thanks arise;Assist us, Lord, to offer upOur evening sacrifice.2This day our God has been our sun,Our keeper and our guide,His arm around our weakness thrown,His angels at our side.3Moments and mercies multipliedHave made up all the day;Moments came fast, but mercies wereMore swift and free than they.4New hours, new blessings, and new joys,Do a new song require;Till we can praise Thee as we should,Accept our hearts’ desire!509.L. M.S. S. Cutting.Family Hymn. Evening.1Father, we bless the gentle careThat watches o’er us day by day,That guards us from the tempter’s snare,And guides us in the heavenward way:—We bless Thee for the tender loveThat mingles all our hearts in one,—The music of the soul;—above’Tis purer spirits’ unison.2Father, ’tis evening’s solemn hour,And cast we now our cares on Thee;Darkly the storm may round us lower,Peace is within,—Christ makes us free;—And when life’s toil and joy are o’er,And evening gathers on its sky,Our circle broke,—we sing no more,—O, may we meet and sing on high.510.L. M.Moore.The Spirit of God Moved Upon the Waters.1Like morning, when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light;2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit, dark and lost before;And freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there!3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire,But when he swept its chords along,E’en angels stooped to hear the song.4So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall riseIn music worthy of the skies.511.8, 7 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Calls of the Spirit.1Brother, will you slight the messageSent in mercy from above?Every sentence, O how tender,Every line how full of love!Heavenly accentsFull of strength and peace and love!2Tempted souls, they bring you succor;Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;And with deepest consolationChase away the falling tears;Tender heralds,Blessed he their word who hears!3Holy angels, hovering round us!Waiting spirits! speed your way,Hasten to the court of heaven,Tidings bear without delay,That our spiritsGlad the message will obey.512.L. M.Anonymous.In Spiritual Deadness.1O Thou, who all things dost control,Chase this dead slumber from my soul!With reverent joy, with loving awe,Give me to keep Thy perfect law.2O, let a ray from Thy pure lightPierce through the gathering shades of night!Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,And holy conquering faith inspire.3This deadly slumber when I feelAfresh upon my spirit steal,Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,And wake me, that I sleep no more!513.L. M.Wesleyan.Seeking Rest.1O Thou, in whom the weary findAlone their permanent repose;Send light into my doubting mind,Relieve my fears, assuage my woes;O let my soul on Thee be cast,Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.2Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,Long have I wandered to and fro;O’er earth in endless circles roved,Nor found whereon to rest below;Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:Save! for the waters still are high.3Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,The things of earth, for Thee I leave;Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,Into the ark of love receive;Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,And still it, Father, on Thy breast.4Fill with inviolable peace;’Stablish in faith my restless heart;In Thee let all my wanderings cease,From Thee may I no more depart;Never again from Thee remove,Loved with an everlasting love!514.10s. M.Dr. Tuckerman.My Heaven in Thee.1Father divine, this deadening power control,Which to the senses binds the immortal soul;O break this bondage, Lord! I would be free,And in my soul would find my heaven, in Thee.2My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heavenTo the immortal soul can e’er be given;O, let Thy kingdom now within me come,And as above, so here, Thy will be done!3My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find—My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned;No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair,For where my God is found, my heaven is there.515.S. M.Wesleyan.Watch and Pray, Lest Ye Enter into Temptation.1Father, this slumber shakeFrom off my heavy soul!Say to me now,—awake! awake!And I will make thee whole!2Touch with Thy strengthening hand;Arouse me in this hour;And make me fully understandThe thunder of Thy power.3Give me on Thee to call;Always to watch and pray,Lest I into temptation fall,And cast my shield away.4For each assault preparedAnd watchful may I be,Forever standing on my guard,And looking unto Thee.516.S. M.C. Wesley.For Help in Temptation.1Thou seest my feebleness;Father! be Thou my power,My help and refuge in distress,My fortress and my tower!2Give me to trust in Thee;Be Thou my sure abode;My helm and sword and buckler be,My Saviour and my God!3Myself I cannot save,Myself I cannot keep;But strength in Thee I surely have,Whose eyelids never sleep.4My soul to Thee alone,For always, I commend;Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own,And lovest to the end.517.S. M.C. Wesley.Aspiration.1O come and dwell in me,Spirit of power within!And bring Thy glorious libertyFrom sorrow, fear and sin.2The inward, deep disease,Spirit of Health, remove!Spirit of perfect Holiness!Spirit of perfect Love!3Hasten the joyful dayWhich shall all sin consume;When old things shall be done away,And all things new become!518.C. M.Wesleyan.Desires for Holiness.1O, for a heart to praise my God,A heart from sin set free;A heart that always feels how good,Thou, Lord, hast been to me.2O for an humble, trustful heart,Believing, true, and clean,Which neither life nor death can partFrom Him who dwells within;—3A heart in every thought renewed,And full of love divine,Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,Conformed, O Lord, to Thine.4Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart;Come quickly from above;O, write Thy name upon my heart!Thy name, O God, is love.519.S. M.Mrs. Hemans.For Heavenly Thoughts.1Come to me, thoughts of heaven!My fainting spirit bearOn your bright wings, by morning given,Up to celestial air,Away, far, far away,From thoughts by passion given,Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day,O blessed thoughts of heaven!2Come in my tempted hour,Sweet thoughts! and yet againO’er sinful wish and memory, showerYour soft effacing rain;Waft me where gales divineWith dark clouds ne’er have striven;Where living founts forever shine;O blessed Thoughts of heaven!520.C. M.Bath Coll.Prayer for Faith.1O, for a faith that will not shrinkThough pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!2A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That when in danger knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;—3Lord, give us such a faith as this,And then, whate’er may come,We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed blissOf an eternal home.521.C. M.Montgomery.Prayer for Submission.1One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,When I am wholly Thine;Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,And let that will be mine.2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,In Thee I firmly trust;Thy ways, unknown or understood,Are merciful and just.3May I remember that to TheeWhate’er I have I owe;And back in gratitude from meMay all Thy bounties flow.4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,When used as talents lent;Those talents only well employed,When in Thy service spent.5And though Thy wisdom takes away,Shall I arraign Thy will?No, let me bless Thy name, and say“The Lord is gracious still.â€6A pilgrim through the earth I roam,Of nothing long possessed,And all must fail when I go home,For this is not my rest.522.C. M.C. Wesley.For the Divine Presence.1Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,While here on earth we rove;Speak to our hearts, and let us feelThe kindlings of Thy love.2With Thee conversing, we forgetAll toil and time and care;Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,If Thou art present there.3Here then, our God, be pleased to stay,And bid our hearts rejoice;Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway,And echo to Thy voice.4Thou callest us to seek Thy face;Thy face, O God, we seek,Attend the whispers of Thy grace,And hear Thee inly speak.523.C. M.Wesley.Struggling Upward.1Father divine, our wants relieveIn this our evil day;To all Thy tempted children giveThe power to watch and pray.2Long as our fiery trials last,Long as the cross we bear,O, let our souls on Thee be cast,In never-ceasing prayer!3Thy spirit of untroubled peaceGive us in faith to claim,To wrestle till we see Thy face,And know Thy hidden name.4Till Thou Thy perfect love impart,Till Thou Thyself bestow,Be this the cry of every heart,—I will not let Thee go;5I will not let Thee go, unlessThou tell Thy name to me;With all Thy great salvation bless,And make me all like Thee.6Then let us, on the mountain top,Behold Thine unveiled face,Where faith in sight is swallowed up,And prayer in endless praise.524.7 & 6s. M.Wesleyan.Longing for Rest in God.1O almighty God of love!Thy holy arm display;Send us succor from above,Against the evil day;Arm our weakness with Thy power;Put Thy strength our hearts within;Be our stronghold and our towerAgainst the assaults of sin.2Could we of Thy strength take hold,And always feel Thee near,Confident, divinely bold,Our souls would know no fear.Nothing could their firmness shock;Though the gates of hell assail,Were we built upon the rockThey never could prevail.3Thou would’st, in the trying hour,A sure protection be,Guard us from temptation’s power,And fix our souls on Thee.Lord, on Thee our trust is placed;Never thence may we remove;In the arms of love embraced,Thine everlasting love.525.S. M.*Why Art Thou Cast Down, My Soul?1We pray for truth and peace;With weary hearts we askSome rest in which our souls may ceaseFrom life’s perplexing task.We weep—yet none is found;We weep—yet hope grows faint;—And deeper in its mournful soundGoes up our wild complaint.2Only to living faithThe promises are shown;And by the love that passes deathThe rest is won alone.Be ours the earnest heart,Be ours the steady will,To work in silent trust our part;For God is working still.3Then newer lights shall riseAbove these clouds of sin,And heaven’s unfolding mysteriesTo glad our souls begin.Our hearts from fear and wrongShall win their full release,With God’s own might forever strong,And calm with God’s own peace.526.C. M.Anonymous.Prayer for Faith.1That might of faith, O Lord! bestow,Which cannot ask in vain;Which will not let the angel goUntil the prayer it gain.2On me the faith divine bestowWhich doth the mountain move;And all my spotless life shall showThe omnipotence of love.3And, Father, when I doubt that ICan live, and sin no more;Then if on Thee I dare rely,The faith shall bring the power.527.L. M.Anonymous.For Self-Renunciation.1Father of might, my bonds I feel,And long for perfect liberty;I would deny my selfish will,And, Father, give up all to Thee!2O, with Thy strength my weakness fill!That strength shall every foe subdue;The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill,The wishes to the cross untrue.3A sinless mind in me reveal,Thy spirit’s fulness, Lord, impart!Till all my spotless life shall tellThe abundance of a loving heart.4So shall I own Thy perfect sway,And, sitting humbly at Thy feet,Thy law with all my heart obey,And all my soul to Thee submit.528.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Dedication to God.1Holy Father, Thou hast taught meI should live to Thee alone;Year by year, Thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown.When I wandered, Thou hast found me;When I doubted, sent me light;Still Thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in Thy sight.2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength,—the spirit’s strength indeed.3I would trust in Thy protecting,Wholly rest upon Thine arm,Follow wholly Thy directing,Thou mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to Thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at Thy side!529.L. M.Doddridge.The Patient Waiting upon God.1Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,And let His word support your souls;Well can He bear your courage up,And all your foes and fears control.2He waits His own well-chosen hourThe intended mercy to display;And His paternal pities move,While wisdom dictates the delay.3Blest are the humble souls that waitWith sweet submission to His will;Harmonious all their passions move,And in the midst of storms are still;—4Still, till their Father’s well-known voiceWakens their silence into songs;Then earth grows vocal with His praise,And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.530.L. M.C. Wesley.God Our Deliverer.1God of my life, whose gracious powerThrough varied deaths my soul hath led,Or turned aside the fatal hour,Or lifted up my sinking head!2In all my ways Thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to Thee.3Whither, oh whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast;Secure within Thine arms to lie,And safe beneath Thy wings to rest!4I have no skill the snare to shun,But Thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run:But Thou art greater than my heart.5Foolish, and ignorant, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving Thee alone.531.C. M.*The Power of Trust.1My God! in life’s most doubtful hour,In sharpest pains of death,Who waits on Thee hath peace and power;Thou present help of faith!2Thy crown of joy upon his head,Thy light upon his face,Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread,On to the happy place.3And though the cross were sharp and high,The lifted Lord could seeThe souls he loved drawn nearer byHis love’s last energy.4Help me, O God! to seek—to win,Through struggles and through prayer,The faith which frees my soul from sin,And brings Thy blessing there.5So shall my cross of conquered shameMy fainting brothers raise,So Thy triumphant mercy flameAround my path of praise.6And earth, with all its pain and toil,By love’s pure presence blest,Shall wear the calm celestial smileOf heaven’s eternal rest.532.C. M.Anonymous.Through Cross to Light.1Bear on, my soul! the bitter crossOf every trial hereShall lift thee to thy heaven above,But shall not enter there.2Bear on, my soul! on God rely;Deliverance will come;A thousand ways the Father hathTo bring His children home.3And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide,Hast kindly led me on;Taught me to rest my fainting headUpon Thy heart alone.4So comforted and so sustained,With dark events I strove,And found, when rightly understood,All, messengers of love.533.11 & 10s. M.*THE MIGHT OF FAITH.1We will not weep; for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blessed sight;We will not doubt,—if darkness still doth try us,Our souls have promise of serenest light.2We will not faint,—if heavy burdens bind us,They press no harder than our souls can bear,The thorniest way is lying still behind us,We shall be braver for the past despair.3O, not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending,Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last,All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,Life shall be with us when the Death is past.4Help us, oh Father!—when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their friend,Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness,—till the joyful end.534.8 & 7s. M.Montgomery.Faith.1Call the Lord thy sure salvation,Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade;In His secret habitationDwell, nor ever be dismayed!2There no tumult can alarm thee,Thou shalt dread no hidden snare,Guile nor violence shall harm thee,In eternal safeguard there.3There, though winds and waves are swelling,God, thy hope, shall bear through all;Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,Thee no evil shall befall.4He shall charge His angel legionsWatch and ward o’er thee to keep,Though thou walk through hostile regions,Though in desert wilds thou sleep.5Since, with pure and firm affection,Thou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of His protectionHe shall shield thee from above.535.8 & 7s. M.Moravian.Bearing the Reproach of Christ.1Cross, reproach, and tribulation,Ye to me are welcome guests,When I have this consolation,That my soul in Jesus rests.2The reproach of Christ is glorious;Those who here his burden bearIn the end shall prove victorious,And eternal gladness share.3Bear then the reproach of Jesus,Ye who live a life of faith!Lift triumphant songs and praises,Even in martyrdom and death.4Bonds and stripes, and evil story,Are our honorable crowns;Pain is peace, and shame is glory,Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.536.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Faith.1Let the world despise and leave me,—Once they left my Saviour too;Let all human hopes deceive me,Thou wilt never be untrue;And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,God of wisdom, love and might!Foes may hate and friends disown me,Yet the darkness shall be light.2Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;Come, disaster, scorn and pain!In Thy service pain is pleasure,With Thy favor loss is gain.I have learned to call Thee Father,I have fixed my heart on Thee;Storms may howl and clouds may gather,All must work for good to me.3Man may trouble and distress me,’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;Life with trials hard may press me,Thou canst give me sweetest rest.O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,While Thy love is left to me;O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,Were that joy unmixed with Thee!537.L. M.Doddridge.Seeing the Invisible.1Eternal and immortal King!Thy peerless splendors none can bear;But darkness veils seraphic eyes,When God with all his glory’s there.2Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,The great Invisible can see;And with its tremblings mingle joy,In fixed regard, great GOD! to Thee.3Then every tempting form of sin,Shamed in Thy presence, disappears;And all the glowing raptured soulThe likeness it contemplates, wears.4O ever conscious to my heart!Witness to its supreme desire:Behold it presseth on to Thee,For it hath caught the heavenly fire.5This one petition would it urge—To bear Thee ever in its sight;In life, in death, in worlds unknown,Its only portion and delight!538.C. M.Breviary.Faith, Hope, and Love.1Supreme disposer of the heart!Thou, since the world was made,Hast the blest fruits of holinessTo holy hearts displayed.2Here, hope and faith their links uniteWith love in one sweet chain;But when all fleeting things are past,Love shall alone remain.3O love! O true and fadeless light!And shall it ever be,That after all our toils and tearsThy sabbath we shall see?4’Mid thousand fears and dangers nowWe sow our seed, with prayer,But know that joyful hands shall reapThe shining harvests there.5O God of justice, God of power!Our faith and hope increase,And crown them, in the future years,With endless love and peace.539.7s. M.Wesleyan.Christian Love.1Father! we look up to Thee;Let us in Thy love agree;Thou, who art the God of peace,Bid contention ever cease.2Make us of one heart and mind,Self-forgetful, true and kind;Strong, yet meek in thought and word,Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord.3Let us for each other care,Each the other’s burden bear;Ready, when reviled, to bless;Studious of the law of peace.4Father! all our souls inspire,Fill us with love’s sacred fire;Guided by that blessed light,Order all our steps aright.5Free from anger, free from pride,Let us thus in Thee abide;All the depths of love express,—All the heights of holiness.540.S. M.Montgomery.The Sower.1Sow in the morn thy seed,At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear give thou no heed,Broadcast it o’er the land!Beside all waters sow,The highway furrows stock,Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,Drop it upon the rock!2The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;O’er hill and dale and plain ’tis found,Go forth, then, everywhere!And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.3Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, and moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky;Then when the glorious end,The day of God, shall come,The angel-reapers shall descend,At heaven’s great harvest-home.541.L. M.Watts.Press Onward to the Mark.1Awake, our souls, away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone.Awake and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.2True ’tis a strait and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,That feeds the strength of every saint.3From Thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,While such as trust in human strengthShall melt away, and droop, and die.4Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.542.S. M.Anonymous.The Whole Armor of God.1Followers of Christ! arise,And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesTo each obedient son.2Stand forth in His great might,With all His strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.3And, above all, lay holdOf faith’s victorious shield;Armed with that adamant and gold,Ye cannot lose the field.4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And consecrate the whole.5That having all things done,And conquered in the strife,To nobler service ye pass on,And an undying life!
504.C. M.Anonymous.Peace Be Unto This House.1Lord of the families below!To Thee our prayers we send;Do Thou from danger and from woeThis dwelling-place defend.2Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;Here let Thy love abide!Our every joy in Thee more blest,Each sorrow sanctified.3May our petitions when we meet,And every secret prayer,Come up before Thy mercy-seat,And find acceptance there.4Teach us, with hearts made one in love,To do Thy pure commands;And give us, in Thy time, above,A house not made with hands.
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Lord of the families below!To Thee our prayers we send;Do Thou from danger and from woeThis dwelling-place defend.
1Lord of the families below!
To Thee our prayers we send;
Do Thou from danger and from woe
This dwelling-place defend.
2Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;Here let Thy love abide!Our every joy in Thee more blest,Each sorrow sanctified.
2Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;
Here let Thy love abide!
Our every joy in Thee more blest,
Each sorrow sanctified.
3May our petitions when we meet,And every secret prayer,Come up before Thy mercy-seat,And find acceptance there.
3May our petitions when we meet,
And every secret prayer,
Come up before Thy mercy-seat,
And find acceptance there.
4Teach us, with hearts made one in love,To do Thy pure commands;And give us, in Thy time, above,A house not made with hands.
4Teach us, with hearts made one in love,
To do Thy pure commands;
And give us, in Thy time, above,
A house not made with hands.
505.7s. M.C. Wesley.Brotherly Love.1Lord! subdue our selfish will;Each to each our tempers suit,By Thy modulating skill,Heart to heart, as lute to lute.2Sweetly on our spirits move;Gently touch the trembling strings;Make the harmony of love,Music for the King of kings!
7s. M.
C. Wesley.
1Lord! subdue our selfish will;Each to each our tempers suit,By Thy modulating skill,Heart to heart, as lute to lute.
1Lord! subdue our selfish will;
Each to each our tempers suit,
By Thy modulating skill,
Heart to heart, as lute to lute.
2Sweetly on our spirits move;Gently touch the trembling strings;Make the harmony of love,Music for the King of kings!
2Sweetly on our spirits move;
Gently touch the trembling strings;
Make the harmony of love,
Music for the King of kings!
506.S. M.Anonymous.The Hour of Prayer.1It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.2The dark and deadly blightThat walks at noontide hour,The midnight arrow’s secret flight,O’er us have had no power:But smiles from loving eyesHave been around our way,And lips on which a blessing liesHave bidden us to pray.3O, blessed is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.
S. M.
Anonymous.
1It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.
1It is the hour of prayer:
Draw near and bend the knee,
And fill the calm and holy air
With voice of melody!
O’erwearied with the heat
And burden of the day,
Now let us rest our wandering feet,
And gather here to pray.
2The dark and deadly blightThat walks at noontide hour,The midnight arrow’s secret flight,O’er us have had no power:But smiles from loving eyesHave been around our way,And lips on which a blessing liesHave bidden us to pray.
2The dark and deadly blight
That walks at noontide hour,
The midnight arrow’s secret flight,
O’er us have had no power:
But smiles from loving eyes
Have been around our way,
And lips on which a blessing lies
Have bidden us to pray.
3O, blessed is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.
3O, blessed is the hour
That lifts our hearts on high!
Like sunlight when the tempests lower,
Prayer to the soul is nigh;
Though dark may be our lot,
Our eyes be dim with care,
These saddening thoughts shall trouble not
This holy hour of prayer.
507.L. M.Anonymous.Hymn of a Household.1For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord,The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven,Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word,And answered prayers, and sins forgiven.2Whene’er we tread on danger’s height,Or walk temptation’s slippery way,Be still, to lead our steps aright,Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay!3Be ours Thy blessed presence still;United hearts, unchanging love;No thought that contradicts Thy will,No wish that centres not above!4And since we must be parted here,Support us when the hour shall come;Dry gently Thou the mourner’s tear,Rejoin us in our heavenly home.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord,The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven,Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word,And answered prayers, and sins forgiven.
1For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord,
The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven,
Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word,
And answered prayers, and sins forgiven.
2Whene’er we tread on danger’s height,Or walk temptation’s slippery way,Be still, to lead our steps aright,Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay!
2Whene’er we tread on danger’s height,
Or walk temptation’s slippery way,
Be still, to lead our steps aright,
Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay!
3Be ours Thy blessed presence still;United hearts, unchanging love;No thought that contradicts Thy will,No wish that centres not above!
3Be ours Thy blessed presence still;
United hearts, unchanging love;
No thought that contradicts Thy will,
No wish that centres not above!
4And since we must be parted here,Support us when the hour shall come;Dry gently Thou the mourner’s tear,Rejoin us in our heavenly home.
4And since we must be parted here,
Support us when the hour shall come;
Dry gently Thou the mourner’s tear,
Rejoin us in our heavenly home.
508.C. M.Anonymous.Family Evening Worship.1Now from the altar of our heartsLet warmest thanks arise;Assist us, Lord, to offer upOur evening sacrifice.2This day our God has been our sun,Our keeper and our guide,His arm around our weakness thrown,His angels at our side.3Moments and mercies multipliedHave made up all the day;Moments came fast, but mercies wereMore swift and free than they.4New hours, new blessings, and new joys,Do a new song require;Till we can praise Thee as we should,Accept our hearts’ desire!
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Now from the altar of our heartsLet warmest thanks arise;Assist us, Lord, to offer upOur evening sacrifice.
1Now from the altar of our hearts
Let warmest thanks arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.
2This day our God has been our sun,Our keeper and our guide,His arm around our weakness thrown,His angels at our side.
2This day our God has been our sun,
Our keeper and our guide,
His arm around our weakness thrown,
His angels at our side.
3Moments and mercies multipliedHave made up all the day;Moments came fast, but mercies wereMore swift and free than they.
3Moments and mercies multiplied
Have made up all the day;
Moments came fast, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.
4New hours, new blessings, and new joys,Do a new song require;Till we can praise Thee as we should,Accept our hearts’ desire!
4New hours, new blessings, and new joys,
Do a new song require;
Till we can praise Thee as we should,
Accept our hearts’ desire!
509.L. M.S. S. Cutting.Family Hymn. Evening.1Father, we bless the gentle careThat watches o’er us day by day,That guards us from the tempter’s snare,And guides us in the heavenward way:—We bless Thee for the tender loveThat mingles all our hearts in one,—The music of the soul;—above’Tis purer spirits’ unison.2Father, ’tis evening’s solemn hour,And cast we now our cares on Thee;Darkly the storm may round us lower,Peace is within,—Christ makes us free;—And when life’s toil and joy are o’er,And evening gathers on its sky,Our circle broke,—we sing no more,—O, may we meet and sing on high.
L. M.
S. S. Cutting.
1Father, we bless the gentle careThat watches o’er us day by day,That guards us from the tempter’s snare,And guides us in the heavenward way:—We bless Thee for the tender loveThat mingles all our hearts in one,—The music of the soul;—above’Tis purer spirits’ unison.
1Father, we bless the gentle care
That watches o’er us day by day,
That guards us from the tempter’s snare,
And guides us in the heavenward way:—
We bless Thee for the tender love
That mingles all our hearts in one,—
The music of the soul;—above
’Tis purer spirits’ unison.
2Father, ’tis evening’s solemn hour,And cast we now our cares on Thee;Darkly the storm may round us lower,Peace is within,—Christ makes us free;—And when life’s toil and joy are o’er,And evening gathers on its sky,Our circle broke,—we sing no more,—O, may we meet and sing on high.
2Father, ’tis evening’s solemn hour,
And cast we now our cares on Thee;
Darkly the storm may round us lower,
Peace is within,—Christ makes us free;—
And when life’s toil and joy are o’er,
And evening gathers on its sky,
Our circle broke,—we sing no more,—
O, may we meet and sing on high.
510.L. M.Moore.The Spirit of God Moved Upon the Waters.1Like morning, when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light;2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit, dark and lost before;And freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there!3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire,But when he swept its chords along,E’en angels stooped to hear the song.4So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall riseIn music worthy of the skies.
L. M.
Moore.
1Like morning, when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
1Like morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit, dark and lost before;And freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there!
2Thy grace can send its breathings o’er
The spirit, dark and lost before;
And freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there!
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire,But when he swept its chords along,E’en angels stooped to hear the song.
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire,
But when he swept its chords along,
E’en angels stooped to hear the song.
4So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall riseIn music worthy of the skies.
4So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.
511.8, 7 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Calls of the Spirit.1Brother, will you slight the messageSent in mercy from above?Every sentence, O how tender,Every line how full of love!Heavenly accentsFull of strength and peace and love!2Tempted souls, they bring you succor;Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;And with deepest consolationChase away the falling tears;Tender heralds,Blessed he their word who hears!3Holy angels, hovering round us!Waiting spirits! speed your way,Hasten to the court of heaven,Tidings bear without delay,That our spiritsGlad the message will obey.
8, 7 & 4s. M.
Anonymous.
1Brother, will you slight the messageSent in mercy from above?Every sentence, O how tender,Every line how full of love!Heavenly accentsFull of strength and peace and love!
1Brother, will you slight the message
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence, O how tender,
Every line how full of love!
Heavenly accents
Full of strength and peace and love!
2Tempted souls, they bring you succor;Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;And with deepest consolationChase away the falling tears;Tender heralds,Blessed he their word who hears!
2Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with deepest consolation
Chase away the falling tears;
Tender heralds,
Blessed he their word who hears!
3Holy angels, hovering round us!Waiting spirits! speed your way,Hasten to the court of heaven,Tidings bear without delay,That our spiritsGlad the message will obey.
3Holy angels, hovering round us!
Waiting spirits! speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay,
That our spirits
Glad the message will obey.
512.L. M.Anonymous.In Spiritual Deadness.1O Thou, who all things dost control,Chase this dead slumber from my soul!With reverent joy, with loving awe,Give me to keep Thy perfect law.2O, let a ray from Thy pure lightPierce through the gathering shades of night!Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,And holy conquering faith inspire.3This deadly slumber when I feelAfresh upon my spirit steal,Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,And wake me, that I sleep no more!
L. M.
Anonymous.
1O Thou, who all things dost control,Chase this dead slumber from my soul!With reverent joy, with loving awe,Give me to keep Thy perfect law.
1O Thou, who all things dost control,
Chase this dead slumber from my soul!
With reverent joy, with loving awe,
Give me to keep Thy perfect law.
2O, let a ray from Thy pure lightPierce through the gathering shades of night!Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,And holy conquering faith inspire.
2O, let a ray from Thy pure light
Pierce through the gathering shades of night!
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire,
And holy conquering faith inspire.
3This deadly slumber when I feelAfresh upon my spirit steal,Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,And wake me, that I sleep no more!
3This deadly slumber when I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal,
Then, Lord, descend with quickening power,
And wake me, that I sleep no more!
513.L. M.Wesleyan.Seeking Rest.1O Thou, in whom the weary findAlone their permanent repose;Send light into my doubting mind,Relieve my fears, assuage my woes;O let my soul on Thee be cast,Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.2Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,Long have I wandered to and fro;O’er earth in endless circles roved,Nor found whereon to rest below;Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:Save! for the waters still are high.3Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,The things of earth, for Thee I leave;Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,Into the ark of love receive;Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,And still it, Father, on Thy breast.4Fill with inviolable peace;’Stablish in faith my restless heart;In Thee let all my wanderings cease,From Thee may I no more depart;Never again from Thee remove,Loved with an everlasting love!
L. M.
Wesleyan.
1O Thou, in whom the weary findAlone their permanent repose;Send light into my doubting mind,Relieve my fears, assuage my woes;O let my soul on Thee be cast,Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.
1O Thou, in whom the weary find
Alone their permanent repose;
Send light into my doubting mind,
Relieve my fears, assuage my woes;
O let my soul on Thee be cast,
Till sin’s fierce tyranny be past.
2Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,Long have I wandered to and fro;O’er earth in endless circles roved,Nor found whereon to rest below;Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:Save! for the waters still are high.
2Far, far from Thee, O God, removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O’er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below;
Back unto Thee, at last, I fly:
Save! for the waters still are high.
3Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,The things of earth, for Thee I leave;Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,Into the ark of love receive;Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,And still it, Father, on Thy breast.
3Selfish pursuits and pleasure’s maze,
The things of earth, for Thee I leave;
Pat forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace,
Into the ark of love receive;
Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,
And still it, Father, on Thy breast.
4Fill with inviolable peace;’Stablish in faith my restless heart;In Thee let all my wanderings cease,From Thee may I no more depart;Never again from Thee remove,Loved with an everlasting love!
4Fill with inviolable peace;
’Stablish in faith my restless heart;
In Thee let all my wanderings cease,
From Thee may I no more depart;
Never again from Thee remove,
Loved with an everlasting love!
514.10s. M.Dr. Tuckerman.My Heaven in Thee.1Father divine, this deadening power control,Which to the senses binds the immortal soul;O break this bondage, Lord! I would be free,And in my soul would find my heaven, in Thee.2My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heavenTo the immortal soul can e’er be given;O, let Thy kingdom now within me come,And as above, so here, Thy will be done!3My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find—My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned;No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair,For where my God is found, my heaven is there.
10s. M.
Dr. Tuckerman.
1Father divine, this deadening power control,Which to the senses binds the immortal soul;O break this bondage, Lord! I would be free,And in my soul would find my heaven, in Thee.
1Father divine, this deadening power control,
Which to the senses binds the immortal soul;
O break this bondage, Lord! I would be free,
And in my soul would find my heaven, in Thee.
2My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heavenTo the immortal soul can e’er be given;O, let Thy kingdom now within me come,And as above, so here, Thy will be done!
2My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heaven
To the immortal soul can e’er be given;
O, let Thy kingdom now within me come,
And as above, so here, Thy will be done!
3My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find—My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned;No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair,For where my God is found, my heaven is there.
3My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find—
My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned;
No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair,
For where my God is found, my heaven is there.
515.S. M.Wesleyan.Watch and Pray, Lest Ye Enter into Temptation.1Father, this slumber shakeFrom off my heavy soul!Say to me now,—awake! awake!And I will make thee whole!2Touch with Thy strengthening hand;Arouse me in this hour;And make me fully understandThe thunder of Thy power.3Give me on Thee to call;Always to watch and pray,Lest I into temptation fall,And cast my shield away.4For each assault preparedAnd watchful may I be,Forever standing on my guard,And looking unto Thee.
S. M.
Wesleyan.
1Father, this slumber shakeFrom off my heavy soul!Say to me now,—awake! awake!And I will make thee whole!
1Father, this slumber shake
From off my heavy soul!
Say to me now,—awake! awake!
And I will make thee whole!
2Touch with Thy strengthening hand;Arouse me in this hour;And make me fully understandThe thunder of Thy power.
2Touch with Thy strengthening hand;
Arouse me in this hour;
And make me fully understand
The thunder of Thy power.
3Give me on Thee to call;Always to watch and pray,Lest I into temptation fall,And cast my shield away.
3Give me on Thee to call;
Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away.
4For each assault preparedAnd watchful may I be,Forever standing on my guard,And looking unto Thee.
4For each assault prepared
And watchful may I be,
Forever standing on my guard,
And looking unto Thee.
516.S. M.C. Wesley.For Help in Temptation.1Thou seest my feebleness;Father! be Thou my power,My help and refuge in distress,My fortress and my tower!2Give me to trust in Thee;Be Thou my sure abode;My helm and sword and buckler be,My Saviour and my God!3Myself I cannot save,Myself I cannot keep;But strength in Thee I surely have,Whose eyelids never sleep.4My soul to Thee alone,For always, I commend;Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own,And lovest to the end.
S. M.
C. Wesley.
1Thou seest my feebleness;Father! be Thou my power,My help and refuge in distress,My fortress and my tower!
1Thou seest my feebleness;
Father! be Thou my power,
My help and refuge in distress,
My fortress and my tower!
2Give me to trust in Thee;Be Thou my sure abode;My helm and sword and buckler be,My Saviour and my God!
2Give me to trust in Thee;
Be Thou my sure abode;
My helm and sword and buckler be,
My Saviour and my God!
3Myself I cannot save,Myself I cannot keep;But strength in Thee I surely have,Whose eyelids never sleep.
3Myself I cannot save,
Myself I cannot keep;
But strength in Thee I surely have,
Whose eyelids never sleep.
4My soul to Thee alone,For always, I commend;Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own,And lovest to the end.
4My soul to Thee alone,
For always, I commend;
Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own,
And lovest to the end.
517.S. M.C. Wesley.Aspiration.1O come and dwell in me,Spirit of power within!And bring Thy glorious libertyFrom sorrow, fear and sin.2The inward, deep disease,Spirit of Health, remove!Spirit of perfect Holiness!Spirit of perfect Love!3Hasten the joyful dayWhich shall all sin consume;When old things shall be done away,And all things new become!
S. M.
C. Wesley.
1O come and dwell in me,Spirit of power within!And bring Thy glorious libertyFrom sorrow, fear and sin.
1O come and dwell in me,
Spirit of power within!
And bring Thy glorious liberty
From sorrow, fear and sin.
2The inward, deep disease,Spirit of Health, remove!Spirit of perfect Holiness!Spirit of perfect Love!
2The inward, deep disease,
Spirit of Health, remove!
Spirit of perfect Holiness!
Spirit of perfect Love!
3Hasten the joyful dayWhich shall all sin consume;When old things shall be done away,And all things new become!
3Hasten the joyful day
Which shall all sin consume;
When old things shall be done away,
And all things new become!
518.C. M.Wesleyan.Desires for Holiness.1O, for a heart to praise my God,A heart from sin set free;A heart that always feels how good,Thou, Lord, hast been to me.2O for an humble, trustful heart,Believing, true, and clean,Which neither life nor death can partFrom Him who dwells within;—3A heart in every thought renewed,And full of love divine,Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,Conformed, O Lord, to Thine.4Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart;Come quickly from above;O, write Thy name upon my heart!Thy name, O God, is love.
C. M.
Wesleyan.
1O, for a heart to praise my God,A heart from sin set free;A heart that always feels how good,Thou, Lord, hast been to me.
1O, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels how good,
Thou, Lord, hast been to me.
2O for an humble, trustful heart,Believing, true, and clean,Which neither life nor death can partFrom Him who dwells within;—
2O for an humble, trustful heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him who dwells within;—
3A heart in every thought renewed,And full of love divine,Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,Conformed, O Lord, to Thine.
3A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
Conformed, O Lord, to Thine.
4Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart;Come quickly from above;O, write Thy name upon my heart!Thy name, O God, is love.
4Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
O, write Thy name upon my heart!
Thy name, O God, is love.
519.S. M.Mrs. Hemans.For Heavenly Thoughts.1Come to me, thoughts of heaven!My fainting spirit bearOn your bright wings, by morning given,Up to celestial air,Away, far, far away,From thoughts by passion given,Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day,O blessed thoughts of heaven!2Come in my tempted hour,Sweet thoughts! and yet againO’er sinful wish and memory, showerYour soft effacing rain;Waft me where gales divineWith dark clouds ne’er have striven;Where living founts forever shine;O blessed Thoughts of heaven!
S. M.
Mrs. Hemans.
1Come to me, thoughts of heaven!My fainting spirit bearOn your bright wings, by morning given,Up to celestial air,Away, far, far away,From thoughts by passion given,Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day,O blessed thoughts of heaven!
1Come to me, thoughts of heaven!
My fainting spirit bear
On your bright wings, by morning given,
Up to celestial air,
Away, far, far away,
From thoughts by passion given,
Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day,
O blessed thoughts of heaven!
2Come in my tempted hour,Sweet thoughts! and yet againO’er sinful wish and memory, showerYour soft effacing rain;Waft me where gales divineWith dark clouds ne’er have striven;Where living founts forever shine;O blessed Thoughts of heaven!
2Come in my tempted hour,
Sweet thoughts! and yet again
O’er sinful wish and memory, shower
Your soft effacing rain;
Waft me where gales divine
With dark clouds ne’er have striven;
Where living founts forever shine;
O blessed Thoughts of heaven!
520.C. M.Bath Coll.Prayer for Faith.1O, for a faith that will not shrinkThough pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!2A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That when in danger knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;—3Lord, give us such a faith as this,And then, whate’er may come,We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed blissOf an eternal home.
C. M.
Bath Coll.
1O, for a faith that will not shrinkThough pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!
1O, for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!
2A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That when in danger knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;—
2A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;—
3Lord, give us such a faith as this,And then, whate’er may come,We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed blissOf an eternal home.
3Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
521.C. M.Montgomery.Prayer for Submission.1One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,When I am wholly Thine;Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,And let that will be mine.2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,In Thee I firmly trust;Thy ways, unknown or understood,Are merciful and just.3May I remember that to TheeWhate’er I have I owe;And back in gratitude from meMay all Thy bounties flow.4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,When used as talents lent;Those talents only well employed,When in Thy service spent.5And though Thy wisdom takes away,Shall I arraign Thy will?No, let me bless Thy name, and say“The Lord is gracious still.â€6A pilgrim through the earth I roam,Of nothing long possessed,And all must fail when I go home,For this is not my rest.
C. M.
Montgomery.
1One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,When I am wholly Thine;Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,And let that will be mine.
1One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,
When I am wholly Thine;
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.
2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,In Thee I firmly trust;Thy ways, unknown or understood,Are merciful and just.
2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.
3May I remember that to TheeWhate’er I have I owe;And back in gratitude from meMay all Thy bounties flow.
3May I remember that to Thee
Whate’er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all Thy bounties flow.
4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,When used as talents lent;Those talents only well employed,When in Thy service spent.
4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.
5And though Thy wisdom takes away,Shall I arraign Thy will?No, let me bless Thy name, and say“The Lord is gracious still.â€
5And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?
No, let me bless Thy name, and say
“The Lord is gracious still.â€
6A pilgrim through the earth I roam,Of nothing long possessed,And all must fail when I go home,For this is not my rest.
6A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
522.C. M.C. Wesley.For the Divine Presence.1Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,While here on earth we rove;Speak to our hearts, and let us feelThe kindlings of Thy love.2With Thee conversing, we forgetAll toil and time and care;Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,If Thou art present there.3Here then, our God, be pleased to stay,And bid our hearts rejoice;Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway,And echo to Thy voice.4Thou callest us to seek Thy face;Thy face, O God, we seek,Attend the whispers of Thy grace,And hear Thee inly speak.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
1Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,While here on earth we rove;Speak to our hearts, and let us feelThe kindlings of Thy love.
1Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,
While here on earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of Thy love.
2With Thee conversing, we forgetAll toil and time and care;Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,If Thou art present there.
2With Thee conversing, we forget
All toil and time and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou art present there.
3Here then, our God, be pleased to stay,And bid our hearts rejoice;Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway,And echo to Thy voice.
3Here then, our God, be pleased to stay,
And bid our hearts rejoice;
Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.
4Thou callest us to seek Thy face;Thy face, O God, we seek,Attend the whispers of Thy grace,And hear Thee inly speak.
4Thou callest us to seek Thy face;
Thy face, O God, we seek,
Attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.
523.C. M.Wesley.Struggling Upward.1Father divine, our wants relieveIn this our evil day;To all Thy tempted children giveThe power to watch and pray.2Long as our fiery trials last,Long as the cross we bear,O, let our souls on Thee be cast,In never-ceasing prayer!3Thy spirit of untroubled peaceGive us in faith to claim,To wrestle till we see Thy face,And know Thy hidden name.4Till Thou Thy perfect love impart,Till Thou Thyself bestow,Be this the cry of every heart,—I will not let Thee go;5I will not let Thee go, unlessThou tell Thy name to me;With all Thy great salvation bless,And make me all like Thee.6Then let us, on the mountain top,Behold Thine unveiled face,Where faith in sight is swallowed up,And prayer in endless praise.
C. M.
Wesley.
1Father divine, our wants relieveIn this our evil day;To all Thy tempted children giveThe power to watch and pray.
1Father divine, our wants relieve
In this our evil day;
To all Thy tempted children give
The power to watch and pray.
2Long as our fiery trials last,Long as the cross we bear,O, let our souls on Thee be cast,In never-ceasing prayer!
2Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O, let our souls on Thee be cast,
In never-ceasing prayer!
3Thy spirit of untroubled peaceGive us in faith to claim,To wrestle till we see Thy face,And know Thy hidden name.
3Thy spirit of untroubled peace
Give us in faith to claim,
To wrestle till we see Thy face,
And know Thy hidden name.
4Till Thou Thy perfect love impart,Till Thou Thyself bestow,Be this the cry of every heart,—I will not let Thee go;
4Till Thou Thy perfect love impart,
Till Thou Thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart,—
I will not let Thee go;
5I will not let Thee go, unlessThou tell Thy name to me;With all Thy great salvation bless,And make me all like Thee.
5I will not let Thee go, unless
Thou tell Thy name to me;
With all Thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like Thee.
6Then let us, on the mountain top,Behold Thine unveiled face,Where faith in sight is swallowed up,And prayer in endless praise.
6Then let us, on the mountain top,
Behold Thine unveiled face,
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
And prayer in endless praise.
524.7 & 6s. M.Wesleyan.Longing for Rest in God.1O almighty God of love!Thy holy arm display;Send us succor from above,Against the evil day;Arm our weakness with Thy power;Put Thy strength our hearts within;Be our stronghold and our towerAgainst the assaults of sin.2Could we of Thy strength take hold,And always feel Thee near,Confident, divinely bold,Our souls would know no fear.Nothing could their firmness shock;Though the gates of hell assail,Were we built upon the rockThey never could prevail.3Thou would’st, in the trying hour,A sure protection be,Guard us from temptation’s power,And fix our souls on Thee.Lord, on Thee our trust is placed;Never thence may we remove;In the arms of love embraced,Thine everlasting love.
7 & 6s. M.
Wesleyan.
1O almighty God of love!Thy holy arm display;Send us succor from above,Against the evil day;Arm our weakness with Thy power;Put Thy strength our hearts within;Be our stronghold and our towerAgainst the assaults of sin.
1O almighty God of love!
Thy holy arm display;
Send us succor from above,
Against the evil day;
Arm our weakness with Thy power;
Put Thy strength our hearts within;
Be our stronghold and our tower
Against the assaults of sin.
2Could we of Thy strength take hold,And always feel Thee near,Confident, divinely bold,Our souls would know no fear.Nothing could their firmness shock;Though the gates of hell assail,Were we built upon the rockThey never could prevail.
2Could we of Thy strength take hold,
And always feel Thee near,
Confident, divinely bold,
Our souls would know no fear.
Nothing could their firmness shock;
Though the gates of hell assail,
Were we built upon the rock
They never could prevail.
3Thou would’st, in the trying hour,A sure protection be,Guard us from temptation’s power,And fix our souls on Thee.Lord, on Thee our trust is placed;Never thence may we remove;In the arms of love embraced,Thine everlasting love.
3Thou would’st, in the trying hour,
A sure protection be,
Guard us from temptation’s power,
And fix our souls on Thee.
Lord, on Thee our trust is placed;
Never thence may we remove;
In the arms of love embraced,
Thine everlasting love.
525.S. M.*Why Art Thou Cast Down, My Soul?1We pray for truth and peace;With weary hearts we askSome rest in which our souls may ceaseFrom life’s perplexing task.We weep—yet none is found;We weep—yet hope grows faint;—And deeper in its mournful soundGoes up our wild complaint.2Only to living faithThe promises are shown;And by the love that passes deathThe rest is won alone.Be ours the earnest heart,Be ours the steady will,To work in silent trust our part;For God is working still.3Then newer lights shall riseAbove these clouds of sin,And heaven’s unfolding mysteriesTo glad our souls begin.Our hearts from fear and wrongShall win their full release,With God’s own might forever strong,And calm with God’s own peace.
S. M.
*
1We pray for truth and peace;With weary hearts we askSome rest in which our souls may ceaseFrom life’s perplexing task.We weep—yet none is found;We weep—yet hope grows faint;—And deeper in its mournful soundGoes up our wild complaint.
1We pray for truth and peace;
With weary hearts we ask
Some rest in which our souls may cease
From life’s perplexing task.
We weep—yet none is found;
We weep—yet hope grows faint;—
And deeper in its mournful sound
Goes up our wild complaint.
2Only to living faithThe promises are shown;And by the love that passes deathThe rest is won alone.Be ours the earnest heart,Be ours the steady will,To work in silent trust our part;For God is working still.
2Only to living faith
The promises are shown;
And by the love that passes death
The rest is won alone.
Be ours the earnest heart,
Be ours the steady will,
To work in silent trust our part;
For God is working still.
3Then newer lights shall riseAbove these clouds of sin,And heaven’s unfolding mysteriesTo glad our souls begin.Our hearts from fear and wrongShall win their full release,With God’s own might forever strong,And calm with God’s own peace.
3Then newer lights shall rise
Above these clouds of sin,
And heaven’s unfolding mysteries
To glad our souls begin.
Our hearts from fear and wrong
Shall win their full release,
With God’s own might forever strong,
And calm with God’s own peace.
526.C. M.Anonymous.Prayer for Faith.1That might of faith, O Lord! bestow,Which cannot ask in vain;Which will not let the angel goUntil the prayer it gain.2On me the faith divine bestowWhich doth the mountain move;And all my spotless life shall showThe omnipotence of love.3And, Father, when I doubt that ICan live, and sin no more;Then if on Thee I dare rely,The faith shall bring the power.
C. M.
Anonymous.
1That might of faith, O Lord! bestow,Which cannot ask in vain;Which will not let the angel goUntil the prayer it gain.
1That might of faith, O Lord! bestow,
Which cannot ask in vain;
Which will not let the angel go
Until the prayer it gain.
2On me the faith divine bestowWhich doth the mountain move;And all my spotless life shall showThe omnipotence of love.
2On me the faith divine bestow
Which doth the mountain move;
And all my spotless life shall show
The omnipotence of love.
3And, Father, when I doubt that ICan live, and sin no more;Then if on Thee I dare rely,The faith shall bring the power.
3And, Father, when I doubt that I
Can live, and sin no more;
Then if on Thee I dare rely,
The faith shall bring the power.
527.L. M.Anonymous.For Self-Renunciation.1Father of might, my bonds I feel,And long for perfect liberty;I would deny my selfish will,And, Father, give up all to Thee!2O, with Thy strength my weakness fill!That strength shall every foe subdue;The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill,The wishes to the cross untrue.3A sinless mind in me reveal,Thy spirit’s fulness, Lord, impart!Till all my spotless life shall tellThe abundance of a loving heart.4So shall I own Thy perfect sway,And, sitting humbly at Thy feet,Thy law with all my heart obey,And all my soul to Thee submit.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1Father of might, my bonds I feel,And long for perfect liberty;I would deny my selfish will,And, Father, give up all to Thee!
1Father of might, my bonds I feel,
And long for perfect liberty;
I would deny my selfish will,
And, Father, give up all to Thee!
2O, with Thy strength my weakness fill!That strength shall every foe subdue;The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill,The wishes to the cross untrue.
2O, with Thy strength my weakness fill!
That strength shall every foe subdue;
The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill,
The wishes to the cross untrue.
3A sinless mind in me reveal,Thy spirit’s fulness, Lord, impart!Till all my spotless life shall tellThe abundance of a loving heart.
3A sinless mind in me reveal,
Thy spirit’s fulness, Lord, impart!
Till all my spotless life shall tell
The abundance of a loving heart.
4So shall I own Thy perfect sway,And, sitting humbly at Thy feet,Thy law with all my heart obey,And all my soul to Thee submit.
4So shall I own Thy perfect sway,
And, sitting humbly at Thy feet,
Thy law with all my heart obey,
And all my soul to Thee submit.
528.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Dedication to God.1Holy Father, Thou hast taught meI should live to Thee alone;Year by year, Thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown.When I wandered, Thou hast found me;When I doubted, sent me light;Still Thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in Thy sight.2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength,—the spirit’s strength indeed.3I would trust in Thy protecting,Wholly rest upon Thine arm,Follow wholly Thy directing,Thou mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to Thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at Thy side!
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Holy Father, Thou hast taught meI should live to Thee alone;Year by year, Thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown.When I wandered, Thou hast found me;When I doubted, sent me light;Still Thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in Thy sight.
1Holy Father, Thou hast taught me
I should live to Thee alone;
Year by year, Thy hand hath brought me
On through dangers oft unknown.
When I wandered, Thou hast found me;
When I doubted, sent me light;
Still Thine arm has been around me,
All my paths were in Thy sight.
2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength,—the spirit’s strength indeed.
2In the world will foes assail me,
Craftier, stronger far than I;
And the strife may never fail me,
Well I know, before I die.
Therefore, Lord, I come, believing
Thou canst give the power I need;
Through the prayer of faith receiving
Strength,—the spirit’s strength indeed.
3I would trust in Thy protecting,Wholly rest upon Thine arm,Follow wholly Thy directing,Thou mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to Thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at Thy side!
3I would trust in Thy protecting,
Wholly rest upon Thine arm,
Follow wholly Thy directing,
Thou mine only guard from harm!
Keep me from mine own undoing,
Help me turn to Thee when tried,
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,
Keep me ever at Thy side!
529.L. M.Doddridge.The Patient Waiting upon God.1Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,And let His word support your souls;Well can He bear your courage up,And all your foes and fears control.2He waits His own well-chosen hourThe intended mercy to display;And His paternal pities move,While wisdom dictates the delay.3Blest are the humble souls that waitWith sweet submission to His will;Harmonious all their passions move,And in the midst of storms are still;—4Still, till their Father’s well-known voiceWakens their silence into songs;Then earth grows vocal with His praise,And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.
L. M.
Doddridge.
1Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,And let His word support your souls;Well can He bear your courage up,And all your foes and fears control.
1Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
And let His word support your souls;
Well can He bear your courage up,
And all your foes and fears control.
2He waits His own well-chosen hourThe intended mercy to display;And His paternal pities move,While wisdom dictates the delay.
2He waits His own well-chosen hour
The intended mercy to display;
And His paternal pities move,
While wisdom dictates the delay.
3Blest are the humble souls that waitWith sweet submission to His will;Harmonious all their passions move,And in the midst of storms are still;—
3Blest are the humble souls that wait
With sweet submission to His will;
Harmonious all their passions move,
And in the midst of storms are still;—
4Still, till their Father’s well-known voiceWakens their silence into songs;Then earth grows vocal with His praise,And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.
4Still, till their Father’s well-known voice
Wakens their silence into songs;
Then earth grows vocal with His praise,
And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.
530.L. M.C. Wesley.God Our Deliverer.1God of my life, whose gracious powerThrough varied deaths my soul hath led,Or turned aside the fatal hour,Or lifted up my sinking head!2In all my ways Thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to Thee.3Whither, oh whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast;Secure within Thine arms to lie,And safe beneath Thy wings to rest!4I have no skill the snare to shun,But Thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run:But Thou art greater than my heart.5Foolish, and ignorant, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving Thee alone.
L. M.
C. Wesley.
1God of my life, whose gracious powerThrough varied deaths my soul hath led,Or turned aside the fatal hour,Or lifted up my sinking head!
1God of my life, whose gracious power
Through varied deaths my soul hath led,
Or turned aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head!
2In all my ways Thy hand I own,Thy ruling providence I see:Assist me still my course to run,And still direct my paths to Thee.
2In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
3Whither, oh whither should I fly,But to my loving Father’s breast;Secure within Thine arms to lie,And safe beneath Thy wings to rest!
3Whither, oh whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father’s breast;
Secure within Thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest!
4I have no skill the snare to shun,But Thou, O God, my wisdom art;I ever into ruin run:But Thou art greater than my heart.
4I have no skill the snare to shun,
But Thou, O God, my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run:
But Thou art greater than my heart.
5Foolish, and ignorant, and blind,Lead me a way I have not known;Bring me where I my heaven may find,The heaven of loving Thee alone.
5Foolish, and ignorant, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving Thee alone.
531.C. M.*The Power of Trust.1My God! in life’s most doubtful hour,In sharpest pains of death,Who waits on Thee hath peace and power;Thou present help of faith!2Thy crown of joy upon his head,Thy light upon his face,Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread,On to the happy place.3And though the cross were sharp and high,The lifted Lord could seeThe souls he loved drawn nearer byHis love’s last energy.4Help me, O God! to seek—to win,Through struggles and through prayer,The faith which frees my soul from sin,And brings Thy blessing there.5So shall my cross of conquered shameMy fainting brothers raise,So Thy triumphant mercy flameAround my path of praise.6And earth, with all its pain and toil,By love’s pure presence blest,Shall wear the calm celestial smileOf heaven’s eternal rest.
C. M.
*
1My God! in life’s most doubtful hour,In sharpest pains of death,Who waits on Thee hath peace and power;Thou present help of faith!
1My God! in life’s most doubtful hour,
In sharpest pains of death,
Who waits on Thee hath peace and power;
Thou present help of faith!
2Thy crown of joy upon his head,Thy light upon his face,Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread,On to the happy place.
2Thy crown of joy upon his head,
Thy light upon his face,
Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread,
On to the happy place.
3And though the cross were sharp and high,The lifted Lord could seeThe souls he loved drawn nearer byHis love’s last energy.
3And though the cross were sharp and high,
The lifted Lord could see
The souls he loved drawn nearer by
His love’s last energy.
4Help me, O God! to seek—to win,Through struggles and through prayer,The faith which frees my soul from sin,And brings Thy blessing there.
4Help me, O God! to seek—to win,
Through struggles and through prayer,
The faith which frees my soul from sin,
And brings Thy blessing there.
5So shall my cross of conquered shameMy fainting brothers raise,So Thy triumphant mercy flameAround my path of praise.
5So shall my cross of conquered shame
My fainting brothers raise,
So Thy triumphant mercy flame
Around my path of praise.
6And earth, with all its pain and toil,By love’s pure presence blest,Shall wear the calm celestial smileOf heaven’s eternal rest.
6And earth, with all its pain and toil,
By love’s pure presence blest,
Shall wear the calm celestial smile
Of heaven’s eternal rest.
532.C. M.Anonymous.Through Cross to Light.1Bear on, my soul! the bitter crossOf every trial hereShall lift thee to thy heaven above,But shall not enter there.2Bear on, my soul! on God rely;Deliverance will come;A thousand ways the Father hathTo bring His children home.3And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide,Hast kindly led me on;Taught me to rest my fainting headUpon Thy heart alone.4So comforted and so sustained,With dark events I strove,And found, when rightly understood,All, messengers of love.
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Bear on, my soul! the bitter crossOf every trial hereShall lift thee to thy heaven above,But shall not enter there.
1Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross
Of every trial here
Shall lift thee to thy heaven above,
But shall not enter there.
2Bear on, my soul! on God rely;Deliverance will come;A thousand ways the Father hathTo bring His children home.
2Bear on, my soul! on God rely;
Deliverance will come;
A thousand ways the Father hath
To bring His children home.
3And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide,Hast kindly led me on;Taught me to rest my fainting headUpon Thy heart alone.
3And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide,
Hast kindly led me on;
Taught me to rest my fainting head
Upon Thy heart alone.
4So comforted and so sustained,With dark events I strove,And found, when rightly understood,All, messengers of love.
4So comforted and so sustained,
With dark events I strove,
And found, when rightly understood,
All, messengers of love.
533.11 & 10s. M.*THE MIGHT OF FAITH.1We will not weep; for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blessed sight;We will not doubt,—if darkness still doth try us,Our souls have promise of serenest light.2We will not faint,—if heavy burdens bind us,They press no harder than our souls can bear,The thorniest way is lying still behind us,We shall be braver for the past despair.3O, not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending,Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last,All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,Life shall be with us when the Death is past.4Help us, oh Father!—when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their friend,Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness,—till the joyful end.
11 & 10s. M.
*
1We will not weep; for God is standing by us,And tears will blind us to the blessed sight;We will not doubt,—if darkness still doth try us,Our souls have promise of serenest light.
1We will not weep; for God is standing by us,
And tears will blind us to the blessed sight;
We will not doubt,—if darkness still doth try us,
Our souls have promise of serenest light.
2We will not faint,—if heavy burdens bind us,They press no harder than our souls can bear,The thorniest way is lying still behind us,We shall be braver for the past despair.
2We will not faint,—if heavy burdens bind us,
They press no harder than our souls can bear,
The thorniest way is lying still behind us,
We shall be braver for the past despair.
3O, not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending,Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last,All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,Life shall be with us when the Death is past.
3O, not in doubt shall be our journey’s ending,
Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last,
All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending,
Life shall be with us when the Death is past.
4Help us, oh Father!—when the world is pressingOn our frail hearts, that faint without their friend,Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessingStrengthen our weakness,—till the joyful end.
4Help us, oh Father!—when the world is pressing
On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend,
Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessing
Strengthen our weakness,—till the joyful end.
534.8 & 7s. M.Montgomery.Faith.1Call the Lord thy sure salvation,Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade;In His secret habitationDwell, nor ever be dismayed!2There no tumult can alarm thee,Thou shalt dread no hidden snare,Guile nor violence shall harm thee,In eternal safeguard there.3There, though winds and waves are swelling,God, thy hope, shall bear through all;Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,Thee no evil shall befall.4He shall charge His angel legionsWatch and ward o’er thee to keep,Though thou walk through hostile regions,Though in desert wilds thou sleep.5Since, with pure and firm affection,Thou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of His protectionHe shall shield thee from above.
8 & 7s. M.
Montgomery.
1Call the Lord thy sure salvation,Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade;In His secret habitationDwell, nor ever be dismayed!
1Call the Lord thy sure salvation,
Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade;
In His secret habitation
Dwell, nor ever be dismayed!
2There no tumult can alarm thee,Thou shalt dread no hidden snare,Guile nor violence shall harm thee,In eternal safeguard there.
2There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare,
Guile nor violence shall harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
3There, though winds and waves are swelling,God, thy hope, shall bear through all;Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,Thee no evil shall befall.
3There, though winds and waves are swelling,
God, thy hope, shall bear through all;
Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,
Thee no evil shall befall.
4He shall charge His angel legionsWatch and ward o’er thee to keep,Though thou walk through hostile regions,Though in desert wilds thou sleep.
4He shall charge His angel legions
Watch and ward o’er thee to keep,
Though thou walk through hostile regions,
Though in desert wilds thou sleep.
5Since, with pure and firm affection,Thou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of His protectionHe shall shield thee from above.
5Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of His protection
He shall shield thee from above.
535.8 & 7s. M.Moravian.Bearing the Reproach of Christ.1Cross, reproach, and tribulation,Ye to me are welcome guests,When I have this consolation,That my soul in Jesus rests.2The reproach of Christ is glorious;Those who here his burden bearIn the end shall prove victorious,And eternal gladness share.3Bear then the reproach of Jesus,Ye who live a life of faith!Lift triumphant songs and praises,Even in martyrdom and death.4Bonds and stripes, and evil story,Are our honorable crowns;Pain is peace, and shame is glory,Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.
8 & 7s. M.
Moravian.
1Cross, reproach, and tribulation,Ye to me are welcome guests,When I have this consolation,That my soul in Jesus rests.
1Cross, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,
That my soul in Jesus rests.
2The reproach of Christ is glorious;Those who here his burden bearIn the end shall prove victorious,And eternal gladness share.
2The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here his burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.
3Bear then the reproach of Jesus,Ye who live a life of faith!Lift triumphant songs and praises,Even in martyrdom and death.
3Bear then the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith!
Lift triumphant songs and praises,
Even in martyrdom and death.
4Bonds and stripes, and evil story,Are our honorable crowns;Pain is peace, and shame is glory,Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.
4Bonds and stripes, and evil story,
Are our honorable crowns;
Pain is peace, and shame is glory,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.
536.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Faith.1Let the world despise and leave me,—Once they left my Saviour too;Let all human hopes deceive me,Thou wilt never be untrue;And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,God of wisdom, love and might!Foes may hate and friends disown me,Yet the darkness shall be light.2Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;Come, disaster, scorn and pain!In Thy service pain is pleasure,With Thy favor loss is gain.I have learned to call Thee Father,I have fixed my heart on Thee;Storms may howl and clouds may gather,All must work for good to me.3Man may trouble and distress me,’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;Life with trials hard may press me,Thou canst give me sweetest rest.O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,While Thy love is left to me;O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,Were that joy unmixed with Thee!
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Let the world despise and leave me,—Once they left my Saviour too;Let all human hopes deceive me,Thou wilt never be untrue;And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,God of wisdom, love and might!Foes may hate and friends disown me,Yet the darkness shall be light.
1Let the world despise and leave me,—
Once they left my Saviour too;
Let all human hopes deceive me,
Thou wilt never be untrue;
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might!
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Yet the darkness shall be light.
2Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;Come, disaster, scorn and pain!In Thy service pain is pleasure,With Thy favor loss is gain.I have learned to call Thee Father,I have fixed my heart on Thee;Storms may howl and clouds may gather,All must work for good to me.
2Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor loss is gain.
I have learned to call Thee Father,
I have fixed my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
3Man may trouble and distress me,’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;Life with trials hard may press me,Thou canst give me sweetest rest.O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,While Thy love is left to me;O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,Were that joy unmixed with Thee!
3Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Thou canst give me sweetest rest.
O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee!
537.L. M.Doddridge.Seeing the Invisible.1Eternal and immortal King!Thy peerless splendors none can bear;But darkness veils seraphic eyes,When God with all his glory’s there.2Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,The great Invisible can see;And with its tremblings mingle joy,In fixed regard, great GOD! to Thee.3Then every tempting form of sin,Shamed in Thy presence, disappears;And all the glowing raptured soulThe likeness it contemplates, wears.4O ever conscious to my heart!Witness to its supreme desire:Behold it presseth on to Thee,For it hath caught the heavenly fire.5This one petition would it urge—To bear Thee ever in its sight;In life, in death, in worlds unknown,Its only portion and delight!
L. M.
Doddridge.
1Eternal and immortal King!Thy peerless splendors none can bear;But darkness veils seraphic eyes,When God with all his glory’s there.
1Eternal and immortal King!
Thy peerless splendors none can bear;
But darkness veils seraphic eyes,
When God with all his glory’s there.
2Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,The great Invisible can see;And with its tremblings mingle joy,In fixed regard, great GOD! to Thee.
2Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,
The great Invisible can see;
And with its tremblings mingle joy,
In fixed regard, great GOD! to Thee.
3Then every tempting form of sin,Shamed in Thy presence, disappears;And all the glowing raptured soulThe likeness it contemplates, wears.
3Then every tempting form of sin,
Shamed in Thy presence, disappears;
And all the glowing raptured soul
The likeness it contemplates, wears.
4O ever conscious to my heart!Witness to its supreme desire:Behold it presseth on to Thee,For it hath caught the heavenly fire.
4O ever conscious to my heart!
Witness to its supreme desire:
Behold it presseth on to Thee,
For it hath caught the heavenly fire.
5This one petition would it urge—To bear Thee ever in its sight;In life, in death, in worlds unknown,Its only portion and delight!
5This one petition would it urge—
To bear Thee ever in its sight;
In life, in death, in worlds unknown,
Its only portion and delight!
538.C. M.Breviary.Faith, Hope, and Love.1Supreme disposer of the heart!Thou, since the world was made,Hast the blest fruits of holinessTo holy hearts displayed.2Here, hope and faith their links uniteWith love in one sweet chain;But when all fleeting things are past,Love shall alone remain.3O love! O true and fadeless light!And shall it ever be,That after all our toils and tearsThy sabbath we shall see?4’Mid thousand fears and dangers nowWe sow our seed, with prayer,But know that joyful hands shall reapThe shining harvests there.5O God of justice, God of power!Our faith and hope increase,And crown them, in the future years,With endless love and peace.
C. M.
Breviary.
1Supreme disposer of the heart!Thou, since the world was made,Hast the blest fruits of holinessTo holy hearts displayed.
1Supreme disposer of the heart!
Thou, since the world was made,
Hast the blest fruits of holiness
To holy hearts displayed.
2Here, hope and faith their links uniteWith love in one sweet chain;But when all fleeting things are past,Love shall alone remain.
2Here, hope and faith their links unite
With love in one sweet chain;
But when all fleeting things are past,
Love shall alone remain.
3O love! O true and fadeless light!And shall it ever be,That after all our toils and tearsThy sabbath we shall see?
3O love! O true and fadeless light!
And shall it ever be,
That after all our toils and tears
Thy sabbath we shall see?
4’Mid thousand fears and dangers nowWe sow our seed, with prayer,But know that joyful hands shall reapThe shining harvests there.
4’Mid thousand fears and dangers now
We sow our seed, with prayer,
But know that joyful hands shall reap
The shining harvests there.
5O God of justice, God of power!Our faith and hope increase,And crown them, in the future years,With endless love and peace.
5O God of justice, God of power!
Our faith and hope increase,
And crown them, in the future years,
With endless love and peace.
539.7s. M.Wesleyan.Christian Love.1Father! we look up to Thee;Let us in Thy love agree;Thou, who art the God of peace,Bid contention ever cease.2Make us of one heart and mind,Self-forgetful, true and kind;Strong, yet meek in thought and word,Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord.3Let us for each other care,Each the other’s burden bear;Ready, when reviled, to bless;Studious of the law of peace.4Father! all our souls inspire,Fill us with love’s sacred fire;Guided by that blessed light,Order all our steps aright.5Free from anger, free from pride,Let us thus in Thee abide;All the depths of love express,—All the heights of holiness.
7s. M.
Wesleyan.
1Father! we look up to Thee;Let us in Thy love agree;Thou, who art the God of peace,Bid contention ever cease.
1Father! we look up to Thee;
Let us in Thy love agree;
Thou, who art the God of peace,
Bid contention ever cease.
2Make us of one heart and mind,Self-forgetful, true and kind;Strong, yet meek in thought and word,Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord.
2Make us of one heart and mind,
Self-forgetful, true and kind;
Strong, yet meek in thought and word,
Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord.
3Let us for each other care,Each the other’s burden bear;Ready, when reviled, to bless;Studious of the law of peace.
3Let us for each other care,
Each the other’s burden bear;
Ready, when reviled, to bless;
Studious of the law of peace.
4Father! all our souls inspire,Fill us with love’s sacred fire;Guided by that blessed light,Order all our steps aright.
4Father! all our souls inspire,
Fill us with love’s sacred fire;
Guided by that blessed light,
Order all our steps aright.
5Free from anger, free from pride,Let us thus in Thee abide;All the depths of love express,—All the heights of holiness.
5Free from anger, free from pride,
Let us thus in Thee abide;
All the depths of love express,—
All the heights of holiness.
540.S. M.Montgomery.The Sower.1Sow in the morn thy seed,At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear give thou no heed,Broadcast it o’er the land!Beside all waters sow,The highway furrows stock,Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,Drop it upon the rock!2The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;O’er hill and dale and plain ’tis found,Go forth, then, everywhere!And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.3Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, and moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky;Then when the glorious end,The day of God, shall come,The angel-reapers shall descend,At heaven’s great harvest-home.
S. M.
Montgomery.
1Sow in the morn thy seed,At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear give thou no heed,Broadcast it o’er the land!Beside all waters sow,The highway furrows stock,Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,Drop it upon the rock!
1Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o’er the land!
Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Drop it upon the rock!
2The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;O’er hill and dale and plain ’tis found,Go forth, then, everywhere!And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.
2The good, the fruitful ground
Expect not here nor there;
O’er hill and dale and plain ’tis found,
Go forth, then, everywhere!
And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
3Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, and moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky;Then when the glorious end,The day of God, shall come,The angel-reapers shall descend,At heaven’s great harvest-home.
3Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky;
Then when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
At heaven’s great harvest-home.
541.L. M.Watts.Press Onward to the Mark.1Awake, our souls, away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone.Awake and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.2True ’tis a strait and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,That feeds the strength of every saint.3From Thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,While such as trust in human strengthShall melt away, and droop, and die.4Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
L. M.
Watts.
1Awake, our souls, away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone.Awake and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.
1Awake, our souls, away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone.
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2True ’tis a strait and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,That feeds the strength of every saint.
2True ’tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
3From Thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,While such as trust in human strengthShall melt away, and droop, and die.
3From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust in human strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
4Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
542.S. M.Anonymous.The Whole Armor of God.1Followers of Christ! arise,And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesTo each obedient son.2Stand forth in His great might,With all His strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.3And, above all, lay holdOf faith’s victorious shield;Armed with that adamant and gold,Ye cannot lose the field.4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And consecrate the whole.5That having all things done,And conquered in the strife,To nobler service ye pass on,And an undying life!
S. M.
Anonymous.
1Followers of Christ! arise,And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesTo each obedient son.
1Followers of Christ! arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
To each obedient son.
2Stand forth in His great might,With all His strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.
2Stand forth in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
3And, above all, lay holdOf faith’s victorious shield;Armed with that adamant and gold,Ye cannot lose the field.
3And, above all, lay hold
Of faith’s victorious shield;
Armed with that adamant and gold,
Ye cannot lose the field.
4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And consecrate the whole.
4Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul;
Take every virtue, every grace,
And consecrate the whole.
5That having all things done,And conquered in the strife,To nobler service ye pass on,And an undying life!
5That having all things done,
And conquered in the strife,
To nobler service ye pass on,
And an undying life!