543.S. M.Heath.Conflict.1My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.2O, watch, and strive, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,To His divine abode.544.7s. M.Neale.Bearing the Cross.1Every bird that upward springsBears the Cross upon his wings;We without it cannot riseUpward to our native skies.2Every ship that meets the wavesBy the Cross their fury braves;We, on life’s wide ocean tossed,If we have it not are lost.3Hope it gives us when distrest,When we faint it gives us rest;Satan’s craft, and Satan’s might,By the Cross are put to flight.4That from sin earth might be free,Jesus bore it; so must we;Ne’er through faintness lay it down:First the Cross, and then the crown!545.C. M.Heber.In the Day of Distress.1Oh God, that mad’st the earth and sky,The darkness and the day,Oh listen to Thy children’s cry,And help us when we pray!2For wide the waves of bitternessAround our vessel roar,And heavy grows the burdened heart,To view the rocky shore.3The cross our Master bore for us,For him we fain would bear;But mortal strength to weakness turns,And courage to despair!4Have mercy on our failings, Lord!Our sinking faith renew!And when his sorrows visit us,O send his patience too.546.C. M.Doddridge.God Tempers the Wind to the Shorn Lamb.1Great ruler of all nature’s frame,We own Thy power divine;We hear Thy breath in every storm,For all the winds are Thine.2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work Thy sovereign will;And awed by Thy majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo those who seek Thy face;And mingles with the tempest’s roarThe whispers of Thy grace.4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of Paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.547.S. M.Montgomery.The Bow in the Cloud.1Out of the depths of woe,To Thee, O Lord, I cry;Darkness surrounds Thee, but I knowThat Thou art ever nigh.2Like them whose longing eyesWatch till the morning star,Though late and seen through tempests, rise,Heaven’s portals to unbar,—3Like them I watch and pray;And though it tarry long,Catch the first gleam of welcome dayThen burst into a song.4Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For lo, the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace.5Though storms Thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!548.7 & 6s. M.Montgomery.In Time of Tribulation.1In time of tribulation,Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;With humble supplicationTo Thee the spirit flies.2Remembered songs of gladness,Through night’s lone silence brought,Strike notes of deepest sadness,And stir desponding thought.3Hath God cast off forever?Can time His truth impair?His tender mercy neverShall we presume to share?4Hath He His loving-kindnessShut up in bitter wrath?No! it is human blindness,That cannot see His path.5We’ll call to recollectionThe years of Thy right hand,And, strong in Thy protection,Again through Faith we stand.6Thy way is in great waters,Thy footsteps are not known;But let earth’s sons and daughtersConfide in Thee alone!7Through the wild sea Thou leddestThy chosen flock of yore;Still on the wave thou treadest,And Thy redeemed pass o’er.549.6 & 5s. M.Montgomery.I Will Extol Thee, O Lord!1Yea, I will extol Thee,Lord of Life and light!For Thine arm upheld me,Turned my foes to flight.2I implored Thy succor,Thou wast swift to save,To heal my wounded spirit,And bring me from the grave.3Grief may, like the pilgrim,Through the night sojourn,Yet shall joy, to-morrow,With the sun return.4Thou hast turned my mourningInto minstrelsy;Girded me with gladness,Set from thraldom free.5Thee my ransomed powersHenceforth shall adore;Thee, my great Deliverer,Bless forevermore!550.S. M.Breviary.Morning Hymn.1Behold, night’s shadows fade,And morn is in the skies!To Him by whom all things were madeOur aspirations rise.2To break this deathly tranceHelp us, our God, our stay!Give the freed spirit utterance,Its languors charm away!3So sin shall cease to reign,So safety shall be nigh;Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chainsOf death, in victory!551.C. M.Anonymous.Morning Hymn.1Be Thou, O God, by night, by day,My guard, my guide from sin,My life, my trust, my light divine,To keep me pure within.2Pure as the air, when day’s first lightA cloudless sky illumes,And active as the lark that soarsTill heaven shines round its plumes.3So may my soul, upon the wingsOf faith, unwearied rise,Till at the gate of heaven it sings,’Midst light from Paradise.552.12 & 11s. M.Anonymous.Vesper Hymn.1The daylight is fading o’er earth and o’er ocean,The sun has gone down o’er the slumbering sea;And now, in the hush of life’s fitful commotion,We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee.2For oft would’st thou wander alone on the mountain,As eventide spread her dark wing o’er the wave;Now, filling our souls from thy light’s ceaseless fountain;Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save.3And oft as the tumult of life’s heaving billowShall toss our frail bark driving wild o’er night’s deep,Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow,And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep.553.10 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Vespers.1Father supreme! Thou high and holy One,To Thee we bow;Now, when the labor of the day is done,Devoutly, now.2From age to age unchanging, still the sameAll-good Thou art;Hallowed forever be Thy reverend nameIn every heart!3When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,Thy smile was there;Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,We feel Thy care.4Night spreads her shade upon another dayForever past;So o’er our faults, Thy love, we humbly prayA veil may cast.5Silence and sleep, o’er hearts by earth distrest,Now sweetly steal;So every fear that struggles in the breastShall faith conceal.6Thou through the dark will watch above our sleepWith eye of love;And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leapThe hills above.7O, may each heart its gratitude expressAs life expands,And find the triumph of its happinessIn Thy commands!554.8 & 7s. M.Martineau’s Coll.Evening Hymn.1On the dewy breath of evenThousand odors mingling rise,Borne like incense up to heaven,—Nature’s evening sacrifice.2With her fragrant offerings blending,Let our glad thanksgivings beTo Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—Incense of our hearts to Thee.3Thou, whose favors without numberAll our days with gladness bless,Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,Guard our hours of helplessness.4Then, though conscious we are sleepingIn the outer courts of death,Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,Calm we rest in perfect faith.555.7s. M.Doddridge.Night.1While the stars unnumbered rollRound the ever-constant pole,Far above these spangled skiesAll my thoughts to God shall rise.2From on high He shall impartSecret comfort to my heart;He in these serenest hoursGuide my spiritual powers.3He His spirit doth diffuse,Sweeter far than midnight dews;Lifting all my thoughts above,On the wings of faith and love.4What if death my sleep invade;—Should I be of death afraid?Whilst encircled by Thine arm,Death may strike, but cannot harm.5Visions brighter than the mornGreet the deathless spirit born;See, the guardian angel nighWaits to waft my soul on high!6With Thy heavenly presence blest,Death is life, and labor, rest;Welcome sleep or death to me,Still secure, for still with Thee!556.11s. M.Breviary.Even-Song.1Be near us, O Father! through night’s silent hour;Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine;Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower,That even our still sleep may have something of Thine.2O watch o’er our couch; drive the tempter away;From the sins that corrupt and betray keep us free;That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion shall stray,And we dream not a thought that’s displeasing to Thee.3And grant, when deep sleep o’er our senses shall close,That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear;Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the reposeThat, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear.4Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay;Still to Thee we will offer love’s infinite store;Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray;Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore!557.C. M.Breviary.Our Guard By Night.1Lord of the world, who hast preservedUs safely through this day,Now guard us in the silent night,And in all time, we pray!2Be present, in Thy peace, to thoseWho as Thy suppliants wait;Blot out the record of our sin;Our gloom illuminate!3Let not, amid our hours of sleep,Life’s enemy steal in;Let not a vision of the nightHave power to whisper sin.4Guard every avenue from guile,When slumber seals our eyes;And guiltless as we laid us down,So guiltless let us rise.558.11s. M.Breviary.Hymn of Night.1Creator of all! through whose all-seeing mightThis ponderous globe to its hour is true,Thou glad’st us each morn with the vision of light,And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew.2The toils of the day are now brought to their end,And night is preparing her balm for our eyes;Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend;Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise!3We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over allIs enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway,That Thy grace still may shine, ’mid the glooms that appal,As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way.4Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake,Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows;Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake,And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose!5From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free,And still rest on our God, unpolluted and clear;So the tempter shall flee; nor our slumbers endureOne pang of remorse or one shudder of fear.559.L. M.Breviary.Night-Watches.1Throughout the hours of darkness dim,Still let us watch and raise the hymn;And in deep midnight’s awful calm,Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.2Amid the silence, else so drear,Think the Almighty leans to hear;Well pleased to list, at such a time,The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.3Still watch and pray and raise the hymn,Throughout the hours of darkness dim!God will not spurn the humblest guest,But give us of His holy rest.4Glory to God, who is in heaven!Praise to His blessed Son be given!Thee, holy spirit, we implore,Be with us now and evermore!560.7s. M.Wesleyan.Communion Hymn.1Jesus, we thy promise claim;We are met in thy dear name;In the midst do thou appear,Manifest thy presence here!Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace;Thou thyself within us move;Make our feast a feast of love!2Give to us thy humble mind,Patient, fearless, just and kind;Meek and lowly let us be,Full of goodness, full of thee.Still, O Lord, our faith increase,Give to us the fruits of peace,Utterly abolish sin,Write thy law of love within.3Hence may all our actions flow,Love, the proof that Christ we know;Mutual love the token be,Lord, that we have walked with thee!Love, thine image, love impart,Stamp its impress on each heart,Only love to us be given,Lord, we ask no other heaven.561.7s. M.Wesleyan.Communion Hymn.1Partners of a glorious hope,Lift your hearts and voices up!Nobly let us bear the strife,Keep the holiness, of life;2Still forget the things behind,Follow Christ in heart and mind,To the mark unwearied press,Seize the crown of righteousness.3Jesus, fill us with thy love,Never from our souls remove,Heart to heart unite and bless,Keep us in thy perfect peace!4In our lives our faith be known,Faith by holy actions shown;Faith that mountains can remove,Faith that always works by love.562.7 & 6s. M.German.O Sacred Head!1O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down,So scornfully surrounded,With thorns thine only crown;How art thou pale with anguish,With sore abuse and scorn!How do those features languishWhich once were fair as morn!2What language shall I borrowTo thank thee, dearest friend,For this thy dying sorrow,This love that knew no end!O, make me thine forever!And should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, never,Outlive my love to thee!563.L. M.Anonymous.Christ a Quickening Spirit.1We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead,And, quickened, would ascend to thee,Redeemed from sin, set free indeedInto thy glorious liberty.2We cast behind fear, sin and death;With thee we seek the things above;Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe,Of power, of calmness, and of love.3The power, ’mid worldliness and sin,To do, in all, our Father’s will;Like thee, the victory to win,And bid each tempting voice be still.4The calmness perfect faith inspires,Which waiteth patiently and long;The love which faileth not, nor tires,Triumphant over every wrong.5Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord,Thy perfect life in us reveal,And help us, as we live to God,Still more and more with man to feel.564.C. M.*The New Commandment.1Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blessed word of love.2O bond of union, strong and deep!O bond of perfect peace!Not even the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.3Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,“And the sweet tasks of love.”565.L. M.Doddridge.Close of the Year.1God of eternity! from TheeDid infant time his being draw;Moments and days, and months and years,Revolve by Thine unvaried law.2Silent and swift they glide away:Steady and strong the current flows,Lost in eternity’s wide sea,The boundless gulf from which it rose.3Great Source of wisdom! teach our heartsTo know the price of every hour,That time may bear us on to joysBeyond its measure and its power.566.7s. M.Newton.New Year.1Bless, O Lord, each opening yearTo the souls assembling here:Clothe Thy word with power divine,Make us willing to be Thine.2Where Thou hast Thy work begun,Give new strength the race to run;Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,Wipe away the mourner’s tears.3Bless us all, both old and young;Call forth praise from every tongue:Let our whole assembly proveAll Thy power and all Thy love!567.L. M.Anonymous.Thanksgiving Hymn.1Father of mercies! God of peace!Being whose bounties never cease!While to the heavens, in grateful tones,Ascend our mingled orisons,Listen to these, the notes of praise,Which we, a happy people, raise!2Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care,Abodes of peace and plenty are;Our tillage by Thy blessing yieldsAn hundred fold from ripened fields:And flowing grain, and burthened vine,Are tokens of Thy Love divine.3The cradled head of infancyDoth owe its tranquil rest to Thee;Youth’s doubting step, man’s firmer tread,In years mature, by Thee are led;Secure may trembling age, oh Lord!Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word.4Teach us these blessings to improve,Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love;Exalt our hearts, that we may seeThe Giver of all good in Thee;And be Thy word our daily food,Thy service, Lord, our greatest good.568.7s. M.Mary W. Hale.Christmas.1When in silence, o’er the deep,Darkness kept its deathlike sleep,Soon as God His mandate spoke,Light in wondrous beauty broke.2But a beam of holier lightGilded Bethlehem’s lonely night,When the glory of the Lord,Mercy’s sunlight, shone abroad.3“Peace on earth, good-will to men.”Burst the glorious anthem then;Angels, bending from above,Joined that strain of holy love.4Floating o’er the waves of time,Comes to us that song sublime,Bearing to the pilgrim’s earWords to soothe, sustain, and cheer.5For creation’s blessed light,Praise to Thee, Thou God of might!Seraph-strains Thy name should blessFor the Sun of Righteousness!569.P. M.Longfellow.Ordination.1Christ to the young man said: “Yet one thing more,If thou wouldst perfect be;Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow me!”2Within this temple, Christ again, unseen,Those sacred words has said;And his invisible hands to-day have beenLaid on a young man’s head.3And evermore beside him on his way,The unseen Christ shall move,That he may lean upon his arm and say,“Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?”4Beside him at the marriage feast shall be,To make the scene more fair;Beside him in the dark GethsemaneOf pain and midnight prayer.5O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!Like the beloved John,To lay his head upon the Saviour’s breast,And thus to journey on!570.7s. M.C. Wesley.At Sea.1Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of Thy hand,Hide and bring us safe to land.2Father, let our faithful mindRest, on Thee alone reclined:Every anxious thought repress,Keep our souls in perfect peace.3Keep the friends whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave;Bid them walk on life’s rough sea,Bid them come, by faith, to Thee.4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on Thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er;Land us on the heavenly shore.571.7s. M.Mrs. Sigourney.Prayer for the Sailor.1When the parting bosom bleeds,When their native shore recedes,When the wild and faithless mainTakes them to her trust again,Father! view the sailor’s woe—Guide them wheresoe’er they go.2When the lonely watch they keep,Silent on the mighty deep,While the boisterous surges hoarseBear them daily on their course,Eye that never slumbers! shedHoly influence on their head.3When the Sabbath’s peaceful rayO’er the ocean’s breast doth play,Though no throngs assemble there,No sweet church-bell warns to prayer,Spirit! let thy presence beSabbath to the unresting sea.4When the raging billows darkThunder round the storm-tossed bark,Thou who on the whelming waveDidst the loved disciples save,Thou canst hear them when they pray,—Jesus, Saviour, be their stay!572.L. M.C. Wesley.The Sailor’s Hymn.1Lord of the wide-extended main!Whose power the winds and seas controls,Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,Whose Spirit leads believing souls;2Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine;We own Thy way is in the sea,O’erawed by majesty divine,And lost in Thine immensity!3Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,Thine everlasting truth we prove,The wondrous heights of boundless power,The unfathomable depths of love.4Infinite God, Thy greatness spannedThese heavens, and meted out the skies;Lo! in the hollow of Thy handThe measured waters sink and rise.5And here Thine unknown paths we trace,Which dark to human eyes appear:While through the mighty waves we passFaith only sees that God is here.573.C. M.H. K. White.In a Storm.1The Lord our God is full of might,The winds obey His will;He speaks, and in His heavenly heightThe rolling sun stands still.2Rebel, ye waves! and o’er the landWith threatening aspect roar;The Lord uplifts His awful hand,And chains you to the shore.3Howl, winds of night! your force combine;Without His high behest,Ye shall not in the mountain pineDisturb the sparrow’s nest.4Ye nations bend, in reverence bend;Ye monarchs, wait His nod,And bid the choral song ascendTo celebrate our God!574.L. M.E. H. Chapin.For a Charitable Occasion.1When long the soul had slept in chainsAnd man to man was stern and cold;When love and worship were but strainsThat swept the gifted chords of old—By shady mount and peaceful lake,A meek and lowly stranger came,The weary drank the words he spake,The poor and suffering blessed his name.2He went where frenzy held its rule,Where sickness breathed its spell of pain;By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool,And by the darkened gate of Nain.He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast,He raised the contrite sinner’s head,And on the loved ones’ lowly restThe light of better life he shed.3Father, the spirit Jesus knewWe humbly ask of Thee to-night,That we may be disciples tooOf him whose way was love and light.Bright be the places where we treadAmid earth’s suffering and its poor,Until that day when tears are shed,And broken sighs are heard, no more.575.C. M.W. Croswell.He Went About Doing Good.1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spent,Like his, upon the poor.2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.3For Thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And that Thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.576.7 & 6s. M.E. H. Chapin.Triumph of Temperance.1Now, host with host assembling,The victory we win;Lo! on his throne sits tremblingThat old and giant Sin;Like chaff by strong winds scattered,His banded strength has gone,His charmed cup lies shattered,And still the cry is—“On.”2Our fathers’ God, our keeper!Be Thou our strength divine!Thou sendest forth the reaper,The harvest all is Thine.Roll on, roll on this gladness,Till, driven from every shore,The drunkard’s sin and madnessShall smite the earth no more!577.L. M.Sargent.Temperance Hymn.1Slavery and death the cup contains;Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!Softer than silk are iron chainsCompared with those that chafe the soul.2Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing,Whose power the giant fiend obeys;What countless thousands tribute bring,For happier homes and brighter days!3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,Nor leave the broken heart unbound;The wife regains a husband freed!The orphan clasps a father found!4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;Till man no more shall deem it justTo live by forging chains to bindHis weaker brother in the dust.578.11 & 10s. M.Whittier.True Worship and Undefiled.1O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship, which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good:So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war-music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.579.11s. M.J. G. Adams.The Angel in the Prison.1God’s angels! not only on high do they sing,And soar through our skies with invisible wing;But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lieIts sin-stricken children to struggle and die.2They come, in their mercy and power, to dispelThe spectres of gloom from the prisoner’s cell;In love’s name to say to the stricken one there,That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer.3And strong grows the heart of the outcast—and soonIn that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon;The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven,Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven.4God’s angels! Love speed them o’er earth’s wide domain!New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain;Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire,And humanity’s groans in her praises expire.5For the promise of truth—though the doubting deny—Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high;Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow,With the angels above, or the angels below.
543.S. M.Heath.Conflict.1My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.2O, watch, and strive, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,To His divine abode.
S. M.
Heath.
1My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.
1My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2O, watch, and strive, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.
2O, watch, and strive, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.
3Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,To His divine abode.
4Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.
544.7s. M.Neale.Bearing the Cross.1Every bird that upward springsBears the Cross upon his wings;We without it cannot riseUpward to our native skies.2Every ship that meets the wavesBy the Cross their fury braves;We, on life’s wide ocean tossed,If we have it not are lost.3Hope it gives us when distrest,When we faint it gives us rest;Satan’s craft, and Satan’s might,By the Cross are put to flight.4That from sin earth might be free,Jesus bore it; so must we;Ne’er through faintness lay it down:First the Cross, and then the crown!
7s. M.
Neale.
1Every bird that upward springsBears the Cross upon his wings;We without it cannot riseUpward to our native skies.
1Every bird that upward springs
Bears the Cross upon his wings;
We without it cannot rise
Upward to our native skies.
2Every ship that meets the wavesBy the Cross their fury braves;We, on life’s wide ocean tossed,If we have it not are lost.
2Every ship that meets the waves
By the Cross their fury braves;
We, on life’s wide ocean tossed,
If we have it not are lost.
3Hope it gives us when distrest,When we faint it gives us rest;Satan’s craft, and Satan’s might,By the Cross are put to flight.
3Hope it gives us when distrest,
When we faint it gives us rest;
Satan’s craft, and Satan’s might,
By the Cross are put to flight.
4That from sin earth might be free,Jesus bore it; so must we;Ne’er through faintness lay it down:First the Cross, and then the crown!
4That from sin earth might be free,
Jesus bore it; so must we;
Ne’er through faintness lay it down:
First the Cross, and then the crown!
545.C. M.Heber.In the Day of Distress.1Oh God, that mad’st the earth and sky,The darkness and the day,Oh listen to Thy children’s cry,And help us when we pray!2For wide the waves of bitternessAround our vessel roar,And heavy grows the burdened heart,To view the rocky shore.3The cross our Master bore for us,For him we fain would bear;But mortal strength to weakness turns,And courage to despair!4Have mercy on our failings, Lord!Our sinking faith renew!And when his sorrows visit us,O send his patience too.
C. M.
Heber.
1Oh God, that mad’st the earth and sky,The darkness and the day,Oh listen to Thy children’s cry,And help us when we pray!
1Oh God, that mad’st the earth and sky,
The darkness and the day,
Oh listen to Thy children’s cry,
And help us when we pray!
2For wide the waves of bitternessAround our vessel roar,And heavy grows the burdened heart,To view the rocky shore.
2For wide the waves of bitterness
Around our vessel roar,
And heavy grows the burdened heart,
To view the rocky shore.
3The cross our Master bore for us,For him we fain would bear;But mortal strength to weakness turns,And courage to despair!
3The cross our Master bore for us,
For him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair!
4Have mercy on our failings, Lord!Our sinking faith renew!And when his sorrows visit us,O send his patience too.
4Have mercy on our failings, Lord!
Our sinking faith renew!
And when his sorrows visit us,
O send his patience too.
546.C. M.Doddridge.God Tempers the Wind to the Shorn Lamb.1Great ruler of all nature’s frame,We own Thy power divine;We hear Thy breath in every storm,For all the winds are Thine.2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work Thy sovereign will;And awed by Thy majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo those who seek Thy face;And mingles with the tempest’s roarThe whispers of Thy grace.4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of Paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.
C. M.
Doddridge.
1Great ruler of all nature’s frame,We own Thy power divine;We hear Thy breath in every storm,For all the winds are Thine.
1Great ruler of all nature’s frame,
We own Thy power divine;
We hear Thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are Thine.
2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work Thy sovereign will;And awed by Thy majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.
2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work Thy sovereign will;
And awed by Thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo those who seek Thy face;And mingles with the tempest’s roarThe whispers of Thy grace.
3Thy mercy tempers every blast
To those who seek Thy face;
And mingles with the tempest’s roar
The whispers of Thy grace.
4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of Paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.
4Those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumult cease;
And gales of Paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.
547.S. M.Montgomery.The Bow in the Cloud.1Out of the depths of woe,To Thee, O Lord, I cry;Darkness surrounds Thee, but I knowThat Thou art ever nigh.2Like them whose longing eyesWatch till the morning star,Though late and seen through tempests, rise,Heaven’s portals to unbar,—3Like them I watch and pray;And though it tarry long,Catch the first gleam of welcome dayThen burst into a song.4Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For lo, the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace.5Though storms Thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!
S. M.
Montgomery.
1Out of the depths of woe,To Thee, O Lord, I cry;Darkness surrounds Thee, but I knowThat Thou art ever nigh.
1Out of the depths of woe,
To Thee, O Lord, I cry;
Darkness surrounds Thee, but I know
That Thou art ever nigh.
2Like them whose longing eyesWatch till the morning star,Though late and seen through tempests, rise,Heaven’s portals to unbar,—
2Like them whose longing eyes
Watch till the morning star,
Though late and seen through tempests, rise,
Heaven’s portals to unbar,—
3Like them I watch and pray;And though it tarry long,Catch the first gleam of welcome dayThen burst into a song.
3Like them I watch and pray;
And though it tarry long,
Catch the first gleam of welcome day
Then burst into a song.
4Glory to God above!The waters soon will cease;For lo, the swift returning doveBrings home the sign of peace.
4Glory to God above!
The waters soon will cease;
For lo, the swift returning dove
Brings home the sign of peace.
5Though storms Thy face obscure,And dangers threaten loud,Thy holy covenant is sure;Thy bow is in the cloud!
5Though storms Thy face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Thy holy covenant is sure;
Thy bow is in the cloud!
548.7 & 6s. M.Montgomery.In Time of Tribulation.1In time of tribulation,Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;With humble supplicationTo Thee the spirit flies.2Remembered songs of gladness,Through night’s lone silence brought,Strike notes of deepest sadness,And stir desponding thought.3Hath God cast off forever?Can time His truth impair?His tender mercy neverShall we presume to share?4Hath He His loving-kindnessShut up in bitter wrath?No! it is human blindness,That cannot see His path.5We’ll call to recollectionThe years of Thy right hand,And, strong in Thy protection,Again through Faith we stand.6Thy way is in great waters,Thy footsteps are not known;But let earth’s sons and daughtersConfide in Thee alone!7Through the wild sea Thou leddestThy chosen flock of yore;Still on the wave thou treadest,And Thy redeemed pass o’er.
7 & 6s. M.
Montgomery.
1In time of tribulation,Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;With humble supplicationTo Thee the spirit flies.
1In time of tribulation,
Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;
With humble supplication
To Thee the spirit flies.
2Remembered songs of gladness,Through night’s lone silence brought,Strike notes of deepest sadness,And stir desponding thought.
2Remembered songs of gladness,
Through night’s lone silence brought,
Strike notes of deepest sadness,
And stir desponding thought.
3Hath God cast off forever?Can time His truth impair?His tender mercy neverShall we presume to share?
3Hath God cast off forever?
Can time His truth impair?
His tender mercy never
Shall we presume to share?
4Hath He His loving-kindnessShut up in bitter wrath?No! it is human blindness,That cannot see His path.
4Hath He His loving-kindness
Shut up in bitter wrath?
No! it is human blindness,
That cannot see His path.
5We’ll call to recollectionThe years of Thy right hand,And, strong in Thy protection,Again through Faith we stand.
5We’ll call to recollection
The years of Thy right hand,
And, strong in Thy protection,
Again through Faith we stand.
6Thy way is in great waters,Thy footsteps are not known;But let earth’s sons and daughtersConfide in Thee alone!
6Thy way is in great waters,
Thy footsteps are not known;
But let earth’s sons and daughters
Confide in Thee alone!
7Through the wild sea Thou leddestThy chosen flock of yore;Still on the wave thou treadest,And Thy redeemed pass o’er.
7Through the wild sea Thou leddest
Thy chosen flock of yore;
Still on the wave thou treadest,
And Thy redeemed pass o’er.
549.6 & 5s. M.Montgomery.I Will Extol Thee, O Lord!1Yea, I will extol Thee,Lord of Life and light!For Thine arm upheld me,Turned my foes to flight.2I implored Thy succor,Thou wast swift to save,To heal my wounded spirit,And bring me from the grave.3Grief may, like the pilgrim,Through the night sojourn,Yet shall joy, to-morrow,With the sun return.4Thou hast turned my mourningInto minstrelsy;Girded me with gladness,Set from thraldom free.5Thee my ransomed powersHenceforth shall adore;Thee, my great Deliverer,Bless forevermore!
6 & 5s. M.
Montgomery.
1Yea, I will extol Thee,Lord of Life and light!For Thine arm upheld me,Turned my foes to flight.
1Yea, I will extol Thee,
Lord of Life and light!
For Thine arm upheld me,
Turned my foes to flight.
2I implored Thy succor,Thou wast swift to save,To heal my wounded spirit,And bring me from the grave.
2I implored Thy succor,
Thou wast swift to save,
To heal my wounded spirit,
And bring me from the grave.
3Grief may, like the pilgrim,Through the night sojourn,Yet shall joy, to-morrow,With the sun return.
3Grief may, like the pilgrim,
Through the night sojourn,
Yet shall joy, to-morrow,
With the sun return.
4Thou hast turned my mourningInto minstrelsy;Girded me with gladness,Set from thraldom free.
4Thou hast turned my mourning
Into minstrelsy;
Girded me with gladness,
Set from thraldom free.
5Thee my ransomed powersHenceforth shall adore;Thee, my great Deliverer,Bless forevermore!
5Thee my ransomed powers
Henceforth shall adore;
Thee, my great Deliverer,
Bless forevermore!
550.S. M.Breviary.Morning Hymn.1Behold, night’s shadows fade,And morn is in the skies!To Him by whom all things were madeOur aspirations rise.2To break this deathly tranceHelp us, our God, our stay!Give the freed spirit utterance,Its languors charm away!3So sin shall cease to reign,So safety shall be nigh;Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chainsOf death, in victory!
S. M.
Breviary.
1Behold, night’s shadows fade,And morn is in the skies!To Him by whom all things were madeOur aspirations rise.
1Behold, night’s shadows fade,
And morn is in the skies!
To Him by whom all things were made
Our aspirations rise.
2To break this deathly tranceHelp us, our God, our stay!Give the freed spirit utterance,Its languors charm away!
2To break this deathly trance
Help us, our God, our stay!
Give the freed spirit utterance,
Its languors charm away!
3So sin shall cease to reign,So safety shall be nigh;Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chainsOf death, in victory!
3So sin shall cease to reign,
So safety shall be nigh;
Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains
Of death, in victory!
551.C. M.Anonymous.Morning Hymn.1Be Thou, O God, by night, by day,My guard, my guide from sin,My life, my trust, my light divine,To keep me pure within.2Pure as the air, when day’s first lightA cloudless sky illumes,And active as the lark that soarsTill heaven shines round its plumes.3So may my soul, upon the wingsOf faith, unwearied rise,Till at the gate of heaven it sings,’Midst light from Paradise.
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Be Thou, O God, by night, by day,My guard, my guide from sin,My life, my trust, my light divine,To keep me pure within.
1Be Thou, O God, by night, by day,
My guard, my guide from sin,
My life, my trust, my light divine,
To keep me pure within.
2Pure as the air, when day’s first lightA cloudless sky illumes,And active as the lark that soarsTill heaven shines round its plumes.
2Pure as the air, when day’s first light
A cloudless sky illumes,
And active as the lark that soars
Till heaven shines round its plumes.
3So may my soul, upon the wingsOf faith, unwearied rise,Till at the gate of heaven it sings,’Midst light from Paradise.
3So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,
Till at the gate of heaven it sings,
’Midst light from Paradise.
552.12 & 11s. M.Anonymous.Vesper Hymn.1The daylight is fading o’er earth and o’er ocean,The sun has gone down o’er the slumbering sea;And now, in the hush of life’s fitful commotion,We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee.2For oft would’st thou wander alone on the mountain,As eventide spread her dark wing o’er the wave;Now, filling our souls from thy light’s ceaseless fountain;Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save.3And oft as the tumult of life’s heaving billowShall toss our frail bark driving wild o’er night’s deep,Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow,And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep.
12 & 11s. M.
Anonymous.
1The daylight is fading o’er earth and o’er ocean,The sun has gone down o’er the slumbering sea;And now, in the hush of life’s fitful commotion,We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee.
1The daylight is fading o’er earth and o’er ocean,
The sun has gone down o’er the slumbering sea;
And now, in the hush of life’s fitful commotion,
We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to thee.
2For oft would’st thou wander alone on the mountain,As eventide spread her dark wing o’er the wave;Now, filling our souls from thy light’s ceaseless fountain;Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save.
2For oft would’st thou wander alone on the mountain,
As eventide spread her dark wing o’er the wave;
Now, filling our souls from thy light’s ceaseless fountain;
Be near in the darkness, to bless and to save.
3And oft as the tumult of life’s heaving billowShall toss our frail bark driving wild o’er night’s deep,Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow,And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep.
3And oft as the tumult of life’s heaving billow
Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o’er night’s deep,
Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow,
And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep.
553.10 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Vespers.1Father supreme! Thou high and holy One,To Thee we bow;Now, when the labor of the day is done,Devoutly, now.2From age to age unchanging, still the sameAll-good Thou art;Hallowed forever be Thy reverend nameIn every heart!3When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,Thy smile was there;Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,We feel Thy care.4Night spreads her shade upon another dayForever past;So o’er our faults, Thy love, we humbly prayA veil may cast.5Silence and sleep, o’er hearts by earth distrest,Now sweetly steal;So every fear that struggles in the breastShall faith conceal.6Thou through the dark will watch above our sleepWith eye of love;And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leapThe hills above.7O, may each heart its gratitude expressAs life expands,And find the triumph of its happinessIn Thy commands!
10 & 4s. M.
Anonymous.
1Father supreme! Thou high and holy One,To Thee we bow;Now, when the labor of the day is done,Devoutly, now.
1Father supreme! Thou high and holy One,
To Thee we bow;
Now, when the labor of the day is done,
Devoutly, now.
2From age to age unchanging, still the sameAll-good Thou art;Hallowed forever be Thy reverend nameIn every heart!
2From age to age unchanging, still the same
All-good Thou art;
Hallowed forever be Thy reverend name
In every heart!
3When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,Thy smile was there;Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,We feel Thy care.
3When the glad morn upon the hills was spread,
Thy smile was there;
Now, as the darkness gathers overhead,
We feel Thy care.
4Night spreads her shade upon another dayForever past;So o’er our faults, Thy love, we humbly prayA veil may cast.
4Night spreads her shade upon another day
Forever past;
So o’er our faults, Thy love, we humbly pray
A veil may cast.
5Silence and sleep, o’er hearts by earth distrest,Now sweetly steal;So every fear that struggles in the breastShall faith conceal.
5Silence and sleep, o’er hearts by earth distrest,
Now sweetly steal;
So every fear that struggles in the breast
Shall faith conceal.
6Thou through the dark will watch above our sleepWith eye of love;And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leapThe hills above.
6Thou through the dark will watch above our sleep
With eye of love;
And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams leap
The hills above.
7O, may each heart its gratitude expressAs life expands,And find the triumph of its happinessIn Thy commands!
7O, may each heart its gratitude express
As life expands,
And find the triumph of its happiness
In Thy commands!
554.8 & 7s. M.Martineau’s Coll.Evening Hymn.1On the dewy breath of evenThousand odors mingling rise,Borne like incense up to heaven,—Nature’s evening sacrifice.2With her fragrant offerings blending,Let our glad thanksgivings beTo Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—Incense of our hearts to Thee.3Thou, whose favors without numberAll our days with gladness bless,Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,Guard our hours of helplessness.4Then, though conscious we are sleepingIn the outer courts of death,Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,Calm we rest in perfect faith.
8 & 7s. M.
Martineau’s Coll.
1On the dewy breath of evenThousand odors mingling rise,Borne like incense up to heaven,—Nature’s evening sacrifice.
1On the dewy breath of even
Thousand odors mingling rise,
Borne like incense up to heaven,—
Nature’s evening sacrifice.
2With her fragrant offerings blending,Let our glad thanksgivings beTo Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—Incense of our hearts to Thee.
2With her fragrant offerings blending,
Let our glad thanksgivings be
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.
3Thou, whose favors without numberAll our days with gladness bless,Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,Guard our hours of helplessness.
3Thou, whose favors without number
All our days with gladness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber,
Guard our hours of helplessness.
4Then, though conscious we are sleepingIn the outer courts of death,Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,Calm we rest in perfect faith.
4Then, though conscious we are sleeping
In the outer courts of death,
Safe beneath a Father’s keeping,
Calm we rest in perfect faith.
555.7s. M.Doddridge.Night.1While the stars unnumbered rollRound the ever-constant pole,Far above these spangled skiesAll my thoughts to God shall rise.2From on high He shall impartSecret comfort to my heart;He in these serenest hoursGuide my spiritual powers.3He His spirit doth diffuse,Sweeter far than midnight dews;Lifting all my thoughts above,On the wings of faith and love.4What if death my sleep invade;—Should I be of death afraid?Whilst encircled by Thine arm,Death may strike, but cannot harm.5Visions brighter than the mornGreet the deathless spirit born;See, the guardian angel nighWaits to waft my soul on high!6With Thy heavenly presence blest,Death is life, and labor, rest;Welcome sleep or death to me,Still secure, for still with Thee!
7s. M.
Doddridge.
1While the stars unnumbered rollRound the ever-constant pole,Far above these spangled skiesAll my thoughts to God shall rise.
1While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole,
Far above these spangled skies
All my thoughts to God shall rise.
2From on high He shall impartSecret comfort to my heart;He in these serenest hoursGuide my spiritual powers.
2From on high He shall impart
Secret comfort to my heart;
He in these serenest hours
Guide my spiritual powers.
3He His spirit doth diffuse,Sweeter far than midnight dews;Lifting all my thoughts above,On the wings of faith and love.
3He His spirit doth diffuse,
Sweeter far than midnight dews;
Lifting all my thoughts above,
On the wings of faith and love.
4What if death my sleep invade;—Should I be of death afraid?Whilst encircled by Thine arm,Death may strike, but cannot harm.
4What if death my sleep invade;—
Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by Thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.
5Visions brighter than the mornGreet the deathless spirit born;See, the guardian angel nighWaits to waft my soul on high!
5Visions brighter than the morn
Greet the deathless spirit born;
See, the guardian angel nigh
Waits to waft my soul on high!
6With Thy heavenly presence blest,Death is life, and labor, rest;Welcome sleep or death to me,Still secure, for still with Thee!
6With Thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labor, rest;
Welcome sleep or death to me,
Still secure, for still with Thee!
556.11s. M.Breviary.Even-Song.1Be near us, O Father! through night’s silent hour;Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine;Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower,That even our still sleep may have something of Thine.2O watch o’er our couch; drive the tempter away;From the sins that corrupt and betray keep us free;That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion shall stray,And we dream not a thought that’s displeasing to Thee.3And grant, when deep sleep o’er our senses shall close,That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear;Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the reposeThat, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear.4Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay;Still to Thee we will offer love’s infinite store;Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray;Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore!
11s. M.
Breviary.
1Be near us, O Father! through night’s silent hour;Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine;Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower,That even our still sleep may have something of Thine.
1Be near us, O Father! through night’s silent hour;
Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine;
Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the flower,
That even our still sleep may have something of Thine.
2O watch o’er our couch; drive the tempter away;From the sins that corrupt and betray keep us free;That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion shall stray,And we dream not a thought that’s displeasing to Thee.
2O watch o’er our couch; drive the tempter away;
From the sins that corrupt and betray keep us free;
That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion shall stray,
And we dream not a thought that’s displeasing to Thee.
3And grant, when deep sleep o’er our senses shall close,That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear;Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the reposeThat, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear.
3And grant, when deep sleep o’er our senses shall close,
That the heart may still watch, all unclouded and clear;
Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless the repose
That, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear.
4Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay;Still to Thee we will offer love’s infinite store;Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray;Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore!
4Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we pay;
Still to Thee we will offer love’s infinite store;
Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while we pray;
Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore!
557.C. M.Breviary.Our Guard By Night.1Lord of the world, who hast preservedUs safely through this day,Now guard us in the silent night,And in all time, we pray!2Be present, in Thy peace, to thoseWho as Thy suppliants wait;Blot out the record of our sin;Our gloom illuminate!3Let not, amid our hours of sleep,Life’s enemy steal in;Let not a vision of the nightHave power to whisper sin.4Guard every avenue from guile,When slumber seals our eyes;And guiltless as we laid us down,So guiltless let us rise.
C. M.
Breviary.
1Lord of the world, who hast preservedUs safely through this day,Now guard us in the silent night,And in all time, we pray!
1Lord of the world, who hast preserved
Us safely through this day,
Now guard us in the silent night,
And in all time, we pray!
2Be present, in Thy peace, to thoseWho as Thy suppliants wait;Blot out the record of our sin;Our gloom illuminate!
2Be present, in Thy peace, to those
Who as Thy suppliants wait;
Blot out the record of our sin;
Our gloom illuminate!
3Let not, amid our hours of sleep,Life’s enemy steal in;Let not a vision of the nightHave power to whisper sin.
3Let not, amid our hours of sleep,
Life’s enemy steal in;
Let not a vision of the night
Have power to whisper sin.
4Guard every avenue from guile,When slumber seals our eyes;And guiltless as we laid us down,So guiltless let us rise.
4Guard every avenue from guile,
When slumber seals our eyes;
And guiltless as we laid us down,
So guiltless let us rise.
558.11s. M.Breviary.Hymn of Night.1Creator of all! through whose all-seeing mightThis ponderous globe to its hour is true,Thou glad’st us each morn with the vision of light,And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew.2The toils of the day are now brought to their end,And night is preparing her balm for our eyes;Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend;Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise!3We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over allIs enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway,That Thy grace still may shine, ’mid the glooms that appal,As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way.4Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake,Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows;Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake,And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose!5From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free,And still rest on our God, unpolluted and clear;So the tempter shall flee; nor our slumbers endureOne pang of remorse or one shudder of fear.
11s. M.
Breviary.
1Creator of all! through whose all-seeing mightThis ponderous globe to its hour is true,Thou glad’st us each morn with the vision of light,And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew.
1Creator of all! through whose all-seeing might
This ponderous globe to its hour is true,
Thou glad’st us each morn with the vision of light,
And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew.
2The toils of the day are now brought to their end,And night is preparing her balm for our eyes;Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend;Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise!
2The toils of the day are now brought to their end,
And night is preparing her balm for our eyes;
Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend;
Hear our prayers as they spring, and our hymns as they rise!
3We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over allIs enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway,That Thy grace still may shine, ’mid the glooms that appal,As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way.
3We beseech of Thee now, when dim night over all
Is enfolding her shroud and resuming her sway,
That Thy grace still may shine, ’mid the glooms that appal,
As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way.
4Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake,Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows;Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake,And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose!
4Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls be awake,
Keep them free from the deadness that guilt only knows;
Be the dream of the night pure as day, for Thy sake,
And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose!
5From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free,And still rest on our God, unpolluted and clear;So the tempter shall flee; nor our slumbers endureOne pang of remorse or one shudder of fear.
5From all stain of crime let our bosoms be free,
And still rest on our God, unpolluted and clear;
So the tempter shall flee; nor our slumbers endure
One pang of remorse or one shudder of fear.
559.L. M.Breviary.Night-Watches.1Throughout the hours of darkness dim,Still let us watch and raise the hymn;And in deep midnight’s awful calm,Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.2Amid the silence, else so drear,Think the Almighty leans to hear;Well pleased to list, at such a time,The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.3Still watch and pray and raise the hymn,Throughout the hours of darkness dim!God will not spurn the humblest guest,But give us of His holy rest.4Glory to God, who is in heaven!Praise to His blessed Son be given!Thee, holy spirit, we implore,Be with us now and evermore!
L. M.
Breviary.
1Throughout the hours of darkness dim,Still let us watch and raise the hymn;And in deep midnight’s awful calm,Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.
1Throughout the hours of darkness dim,
Still let us watch and raise the hymn;
And in deep midnight’s awful calm,
Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm.
2Amid the silence, else so drear,Think the Almighty leans to hear;Well pleased to list, at such a time,The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.
2Amid the silence, else so drear,
Think the Almighty leans to hear;
Well pleased to list, at such a time,
The wakeful heart, in praise sublime.
3Still watch and pray and raise the hymn,Throughout the hours of darkness dim!God will not spurn the humblest guest,But give us of His holy rest.
3Still watch and pray and raise the hymn,
Throughout the hours of darkness dim!
God will not spurn the humblest guest,
But give us of His holy rest.
4Glory to God, who is in heaven!Praise to His blessed Son be given!Thee, holy spirit, we implore,Be with us now and evermore!
4Glory to God, who is in heaven!
Praise to His blessed Son be given!
Thee, holy spirit, we implore,
Be with us now and evermore!
560.7s. M.Wesleyan.Communion Hymn.1Jesus, we thy promise claim;We are met in thy dear name;In the midst do thou appear,Manifest thy presence here!Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace;Thou thyself within us move;Make our feast a feast of love!2Give to us thy humble mind,Patient, fearless, just and kind;Meek and lowly let us be,Full of goodness, full of thee.Still, O Lord, our faith increase,Give to us the fruits of peace,Utterly abolish sin,Write thy law of love within.3Hence may all our actions flow,Love, the proof that Christ we know;Mutual love the token be,Lord, that we have walked with thee!Love, thine image, love impart,Stamp its impress on each heart,Only love to us be given,Lord, we ask no other heaven.
7s. M.
Wesleyan.
1Jesus, we thy promise claim;We are met in thy dear name;In the midst do thou appear,Manifest thy presence here!Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace;Thou thyself within us move;Make our feast a feast of love!
1Jesus, we thy promise claim;
We are met in thy dear name;
In the midst do thou appear,
Manifest thy presence here!
Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;
Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace;
Thou thyself within us move;
Make our feast a feast of love!
2Give to us thy humble mind,Patient, fearless, just and kind;Meek and lowly let us be,Full of goodness, full of thee.Still, O Lord, our faith increase,Give to us the fruits of peace,Utterly abolish sin,Write thy law of love within.
2Give to us thy humble mind,
Patient, fearless, just and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee.
Still, O Lord, our faith increase,
Give to us the fruits of peace,
Utterly abolish sin,
Write thy law of love within.
3Hence may all our actions flow,Love, the proof that Christ we know;Mutual love the token be,Lord, that we have walked with thee!Love, thine image, love impart,Stamp its impress on each heart,Only love to us be given,Lord, we ask no other heaven.
3Hence may all our actions flow,
Love, the proof that Christ we know;
Mutual love the token be,
Lord, that we have walked with thee!
Love, thine image, love impart,
Stamp its impress on each heart,
Only love to us be given,
Lord, we ask no other heaven.
561.7s. M.Wesleyan.Communion Hymn.1Partners of a glorious hope,Lift your hearts and voices up!Nobly let us bear the strife,Keep the holiness, of life;2Still forget the things behind,Follow Christ in heart and mind,To the mark unwearied press,Seize the crown of righteousness.3Jesus, fill us with thy love,Never from our souls remove,Heart to heart unite and bless,Keep us in thy perfect peace!4In our lives our faith be known,Faith by holy actions shown;Faith that mountains can remove,Faith that always works by love.
7s. M.
Wesleyan.
1Partners of a glorious hope,Lift your hearts and voices up!Nobly let us bear the strife,Keep the holiness, of life;
1Partners of a glorious hope,
Lift your hearts and voices up!
Nobly let us bear the strife,
Keep the holiness, of life;
2Still forget the things behind,Follow Christ in heart and mind,To the mark unwearied press,Seize the crown of righteousness.
2Still forget the things behind,
Follow Christ in heart and mind,
To the mark unwearied press,
Seize the crown of righteousness.
3Jesus, fill us with thy love,Never from our souls remove,Heart to heart unite and bless,Keep us in thy perfect peace!
3Jesus, fill us with thy love,
Never from our souls remove,
Heart to heart unite and bless,
Keep us in thy perfect peace!
4In our lives our faith be known,Faith by holy actions shown;Faith that mountains can remove,Faith that always works by love.
4In our lives our faith be known,
Faith by holy actions shown;
Faith that mountains can remove,
Faith that always works by love.
562.7 & 6s. M.German.O Sacred Head!1O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down,So scornfully surrounded,With thorns thine only crown;How art thou pale with anguish,With sore abuse and scorn!How do those features languishWhich once were fair as morn!2What language shall I borrowTo thank thee, dearest friend,For this thy dying sorrow,This love that knew no end!O, make me thine forever!And should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, never,Outlive my love to thee!
7 & 6s. M.
German.
1O sacred head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down,So scornfully surrounded,With thorns thine only crown;How art thou pale with anguish,With sore abuse and scorn!How do those features languishWhich once were fair as morn!
1O sacred head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
So scornfully surrounded,
With thorns thine only crown;
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How do those features languish
Which once were fair as morn!
2What language shall I borrowTo thank thee, dearest friend,For this thy dying sorrow,This love that knew no end!O, make me thine forever!And should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, never,Outlive my love to thee!
2What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
This love that knew no end!
O, make me thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to thee!
563.L. M.Anonymous.Christ a Quickening Spirit.1We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead,And, quickened, would ascend to thee,Redeemed from sin, set free indeedInto thy glorious liberty.2We cast behind fear, sin and death;With thee we seek the things above;Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe,Of power, of calmness, and of love.3The power, ’mid worldliness and sin,To do, in all, our Father’s will;Like thee, the victory to win,And bid each tempting voice be still.4The calmness perfect faith inspires,Which waiteth patiently and long;The love which faileth not, nor tires,Triumphant over every wrong.5Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord,Thy perfect life in us reveal,And help us, as we live to God,Still more and more with man to feel.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead,And, quickened, would ascend to thee,Redeemed from sin, set free indeedInto thy glorious liberty.
1We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead,
And, quickened, would ascend to thee,
Redeemed from sin, set free indeed
Into thy glorious liberty.
2We cast behind fear, sin and death;With thee we seek the things above;Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe,Of power, of calmness, and of love.
2We cast behind fear, sin and death;
With thee we seek the things above;
Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe,
Of power, of calmness, and of love.
3The power, ’mid worldliness and sin,To do, in all, our Father’s will;Like thee, the victory to win,And bid each tempting voice be still.
3The power, ’mid worldliness and sin,
To do, in all, our Father’s will;
Like thee, the victory to win,
And bid each tempting voice be still.
4The calmness perfect faith inspires,Which waiteth patiently and long;The love which faileth not, nor tires,Triumphant over every wrong.
4The calmness perfect faith inspires,
Which waiteth patiently and long;
The love which faileth not, nor tires,
Triumphant over every wrong.
5Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord,Thy perfect life in us reveal,And help us, as we live to God,Still more and more with man to feel.
5Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord,
Thy perfect life in us reveal,
And help us, as we live to God,
Still more and more with man to feel.
564.C. M.*The New Commandment.1Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blessed word of love.2O bond of union, strong and deep!O bond of perfect peace!Not even the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.3Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,“And the sweet tasks of love.”
C. M.
*
1Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blessed word of love.
1Beneath the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,
His new commandment Jesus gives,
His blessed word of love.
2O bond of union, strong and deep!O bond of perfect peace!Not even the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.
2O bond of union, strong and deep!
O bond of perfect peace!
Not even the lifted cross can harm,
If we but hold to this.
3Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,“And the sweet tasks of love.”
3Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours!
And swift our feet shall move
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice,
“And the sweet tasks of love.”
565.L. M.Doddridge.Close of the Year.1God of eternity! from TheeDid infant time his being draw;Moments and days, and months and years,Revolve by Thine unvaried law.2Silent and swift they glide away:Steady and strong the current flows,Lost in eternity’s wide sea,The boundless gulf from which it rose.3Great Source of wisdom! teach our heartsTo know the price of every hour,That time may bear us on to joysBeyond its measure and its power.
L. M.
Doddridge.
1God of eternity! from TheeDid infant time his being draw;Moments and days, and months and years,Revolve by Thine unvaried law.
1God of eternity! from Thee
Did infant time his being draw;
Moments and days, and months and years,
Revolve by Thine unvaried law.
2Silent and swift they glide away:Steady and strong the current flows,Lost in eternity’s wide sea,The boundless gulf from which it rose.
2Silent and swift they glide away:
Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity’s wide sea,
The boundless gulf from which it rose.
3Great Source of wisdom! teach our heartsTo know the price of every hour,That time may bear us on to joysBeyond its measure and its power.
3Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts
To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.
566.7s. M.Newton.New Year.1Bless, O Lord, each opening yearTo the souls assembling here:Clothe Thy word with power divine,Make us willing to be Thine.2Where Thou hast Thy work begun,Give new strength the race to run;Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,Wipe away the mourner’s tears.3Bless us all, both old and young;Call forth praise from every tongue:Let our whole assembly proveAll Thy power and all Thy love!
7s. M.
Newton.
1Bless, O Lord, each opening yearTo the souls assembling here:Clothe Thy word with power divine,Make us willing to be Thine.
1Bless, O Lord, each opening year
To the souls assembling here:
Clothe Thy word with power divine,
Make us willing to be Thine.
2Where Thou hast Thy work begun,Give new strength the race to run;Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,Wipe away the mourner’s tears.
2Where Thou hast Thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,
Wipe away the mourner’s tears.
3Bless us all, both old and young;Call forth praise from every tongue:Let our whole assembly proveAll Thy power and all Thy love!
3Bless us all, both old and young;
Call forth praise from every tongue:
Let our whole assembly prove
All Thy power and all Thy love!
567.L. M.Anonymous.Thanksgiving Hymn.1Father of mercies! God of peace!Being whose bounties never cease!While to the heavens, in grateful tones,Ascend our mingled orisons,Listen to these, the notes of praise,Which we, a happy people, raise!2Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care,Abodes of peace and plenty are;Our tillage by Thy blessing yieldsAn hundred fold from ripened fields:And flowing grain, and burthened vine,Are tokens of Thy Love divine.3The cradled head of infancyDoth owe its tranquil rest to Thee;Youth’s doubting step, man’s firmer tread,In years mature, by Thee are led;Secure may trembling age, oh Lord!Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word.4Teach us these blessings to improve,Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love;Exalt our hearts, that we may seeThe Giver of all good in Thee;And be Thy word our daily food,Thy service, Lord, our greatest good.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1Father of mercies! God of peace!Being whose bounties never cease!While to the heavens, in grateful tones,Ascend our mingled orisons,Listen to these, the notes of praise,Which we, a happy people, raise!
1Father of mercies! God of peace!
Being whose bounties never cease!
While to the heavens, in grateful tones,
Ascend our mingled orisons,
Listen to these, the notes of praise,
Which we, a happy people, raise!
2Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care,Abodes of peace and plenty are;Our tillage by Thy blessing yieldsAn hundred fold from ripened fields:And flowing grain, and burthened vine,Are tokens of Thy Love divine.
2Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care,
Abodes of peace and plenty are;
Our tillage by Thy blessing yields
An hundred fold from ripened fields:
And flowing grain, and burthened vine,
Are tokens of Thy Love divine.
3The cradled head of infancyDoth owe its tranquil rest to Thee;Youth’s doubting step, man’s firmer tread,In years mature, by Thee are led;Secure may trembling age, oh Lord!Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word.
3The cradled head of infancy
Doth owe its tranquil rest to Thee;
Youth’s doubting step, man’s firmer tread,
In years mature, by Thee are led;
Secure may trembling age, oh Lord!
Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word.
4Teach us these blessings to improve,Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love;Exalt our hearts, that we may seeThe Giver of all good in Thee;And be Thy word our daily food,Thy service, Lord, our greatest good.
4Teach us these blessings to improve,
Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love;
Exalt our hearts, that we may see
The Giver of all good in Thee;
And be Thy word our daily food,
Thy service, Lord, our greatest good.
568.7s. M.Mary W. Hale.Christmas.1When in silence, o’er the deep,Darkness kept its deathlike sleep,Soon as God His mandate spoke,Light in wondrous beauty broke.2But a beam of holier lightGilded Bethlehem’s lonely night,When the glory of the Lord,Mercy’s sunlight, shone abroad.3“Peace on earth, good-will to men.”Burst the glorious anthem then;Angels, bending from above,Joined that strain of holy love.4Floating o’er the waves of time,Comes to us that song sublime,Bearing to the pilgrim’s earWords to soothe, sustain, and cheer.5For creation’s blessed light,Praise to Thee, Thou God of might!Seraph-strains Thy name should blessFor the Sun of Righteousness!
7s. M.
Mary W. Hale.
1When in silence, o’er the deep,Darkness kept its deathlike sleep,Soon as God His mandate spoke,Light in wondrous beauty broke.
1When in silence, o’er the deep,
Darkness kept its deathlike sleep,
Soon as God His mandate spoke,
Light in wondrous beauty broke.
2But a beam of holier lightGilded Bethlehem’s lonely night,When the glory of the Lord,Mercy’s sunlight, shone abroad.
2But a beam of holier light
Gilded Bethlehem’s lonely night,
When the glory of the Lord,
Mercy’s sunlight, shone abroad.
3“Peace on earth, good-will to men.”Burst the glorious anthem then;Angels, bending from above,Joined that strain of holy love.
3“Peace on earth, good-will to men.”
Burst the glorious anthem then;
Angels, bending from above,
Joined that strain of holy love.
4Floating o’er the waves of time,Comes to us that song sublime,Bearing to the pilgrim’s earWords to soothe, sustain, and cheer.
4Floating o’er the waves of time,
Comes to us that song sublime,
Bearing to the pilgrim’s ear
Words to soothe, sustain, and cheer.
5For creation’s blessed light,Praise to Thee, Thou God of might!Seraph-strains Thy name should blessFor the Sun of Righteousness!
5For creation’s blessed light,
Praise to Thee, Thou God of might!
Seraph-strains Thy name should bless
For the Sun of Righteousness!
569.P. M.Longfellow.Ordination.1Christ to the young man said: “Yet one thing more,If thou wouldst perfect be;Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow me!”2Within this temple, Christ again, unseen,Those sacred words has said;And his invisible hands to-day have beenLaid on a young man’s head.3And evermore beside him on his way,The unseen Christ shall move,That he may lean upon his arm and say,“Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?”4Beside him at the marriage feast shall be,To make the scene more fair;Beside him in the dark GethsemaneOf pain and midnight prayer.5O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!Like the beloved John,To lay his head upon the Saviour’s breast,And thus to journey on!
P. M.
Longfellow.
1Christ to the young man said: “Yet one thing more,If thou wouldst perfect be;Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,And come and follow me!”
1Christ to the young man said: “Yet one thing more,
If thou wouldst perfect be;
Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,
And come and follow me!”
2Within this temple, Christ again, unseen,Those sacred words has said;And his invisible hands to-day have beenLaid on a young man’s head.
2Within this temple, Christ again, unseen,
Those sacred words has said;
And his invisible hands to-day have been
Laid on a young man’s head.
3And evermore beside him on his way,The unseen Christ shall move,That he may lean upon his arm and say,“Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?”
3And evermore beside him on his way,
The unseen Christ shall move,
That he may lean upon his arm and say,
“Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?”
4Beside him at the marriage feast shall be,To make the scene more fair;Beside him in the dark GethsemaneOf pain and midnight prayer.
4Beside him at the marriage feast shall be,
To make the scene more fair;
Beside him in the dark Gethsemane
Of pain and midnight prayer.
5O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!Like the beloved John,To lay his head upon the Saviour’s breast,And thus to journey on!
5O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!
Like the beloved John,
To lay his head upon the Saviour’s breast,
And thus to journey on!
570.7s. M.C. Wesley.At Sea.1Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of Thy hand,Hide and bring us safe to land.2Father, let our faithful mindRest, on Thee alone reclined:Every anxious thought repress,Keep our souls in perfect peace.3Keep the friends whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave;Bid them walk on life’s rough sea,Bid them come, by faith, to Thee.4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on Thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er;Land us on the heavenly shore.
7s. M.
C. Wesley.
1Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of Thy hand,Hide and bring us safe to land.
1Lord! whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the watery way;
In the hollow of Thy hand,
Hide and bring us safe to land.
2Father, let our faithful mindRest, on Thee alone reclined:Every anxious thought repress,Keep our souls in perfect peace.
2Father, let our faithful mind
Rest, on Thee alone reclined:
Every anxious thought repress,
Keep our souls in perfect peace.
3Keep the friends whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave;Bid them walk on life’s rough sea,Bid them come, by faith, to Thee.
3Keep the friends whom now we leave;
Bid them to each other cleave;
Bid them walk on life’s rough sea,
Bid them come, by faith, to Thee.
4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on Thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er;Land us on the heavenly shore.
4Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on Thy love depend;
Waft our happy spirits o’er;
Land us on the heavenly shore.
571.7s. M.Mrs. Sigourney.Prayer for the Sailor.1When the parting bosom bleeds,When their native shore recedes,When the wild and faithless mainTakes them to her trust again,Father! view the sailor’s woe—Guide them wheresoe’er they go.2When the lonely watch they keep,Silent on the mighty deep,While the boisterous surges hoarseBear them daily on their course,Eye that never slumbers! shedHoly influence on their head.3When the Sabbath’s peaceful rayO’er the ocean’s breast doth play,Though no throngs assemble there,No sweet church-bell warns to prayer,Spirit! let thy presence beSabbath to the unresting sea.4When the raging billows darkThunder round the storm-tossed bark,Thou who on the whelming waveDidst the loved disciples save,Thou canst hear them when they pray,—Jesus, Saviour, be their stay!
7s. M.
Mrs. Sigourney.
1When the parting bosom bleeds,When their native shore recedes,When the wild and faithless mainTakes them to her trust again,Father! view the sailor’s woe—Guide them wheresoe’er they go.
1When the parting bosom bleeds,
When their native shore recedes,
When the wild and faithless main
Takes them to her trust again,
Father! view the sailor’s woe—
Guide them wheresoe’er they go.
2When the lonely watch they keep,Silent on the mighty deep,While the boisterous surges hoarseBear them daily on their course,Eye that never slumbers! shedHoly influence on their head.
2When the lonely watch they keep,
Silent on the mighty deep,
While the boisterous surges hoarse
Bear them daily on their course,
Eye that never slumbers! shed
Holy influence on their head.
3When the Sabbath’s peaceful rayO’er the ocean’s breast doth play,Though no throngs assemble there,No sweet church-bell warns to prayer,Spirit! let thy presence beSabbath to the unresting sea.
3When the Sabbath’s peaceful ray
O’er the ocean’s breast doth play,
Though no throngs assemble there,
No sweet church-bell warns to prayer,
Spirit! let thy presence be
Sabbath to the unresting sea.
4When the raging billows darkThunder round the storm-tossed bark,Thou who on the whelming waveDidst the loved disciples save,Thou canst hear them when they pray,—Jesus, Saviour, be their stay!
4When the raging billows dark
Thunder round the storm-tossed bark,
Thou who on the whelming wave
Didst the loved disciples save,
Thou canst hear them when they pray,—
Jesus, Saviour, be their stay!
572.L. M.C. Wesley.The Sailor’s Hymn.1Lord of the wide-extended main!Whose power the winds and seas controls,Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,Whose Spirit leads believing souls;2Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine;We own Thy way is in the sea,O’erawed by majesty divine,And lost in Thine immensity!3Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,Thine everlasting truth we prove,The wondrous heights of boundless power,The unfathomable depths of love.4Infinite God, Thy greatness spannedThese heavens, and meted out the skies;Lo! in the hollow of Thy handThe measured waters sink and rise.5And here Thine unknown paths we trace,Which dark to human eyes appear:While through the mighty waves we passFaith only sees that God is here.
L. M.
C. Wesley.
1Lord of the wide-extended main!Whose power the winds and seas controls,Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,Whose Spirit leads believing souls;
1Lord of the wide-extended main!
Whose power the winds and seas controls,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
Whose Spirit leads believing souls;
2Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine;We own Thy way is in the sea,O’erawed by majesty divine,And lost in Thine immensity!
2Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine;
We own Thy way is in the sea,
O’erawed by majesty divine,
And lost in Thine immensity!
3Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,Thine everlasting truth we prove,The wondrous heights of boundless power,The unfathomable depths of love.
3Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove,
The wondrous heights of boundless power,
The unfathomable depths of love.
4Infinite God, Thy greatness spannedThese heavens, and meted out the skies;Lo! in the hollow of Thy handThe measured waters sink and rise.
4Infinite God, Thy greatness spanned
These heavens, and meted out the skies;
Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand
The measured waters sink and rise.
5And here Thine unknown paths we trace,Which dark to human eyes appear:While through the mighty waves we passFaith only sees that God is here.
5And here Thine unknown paths we trace,
Which dark to human eyes appear:
While through the mighty waves we pass
Faith only sees that God is here.
573.C. M.H. K. White.In a Storm.1The Lord our God is full of might,The winds obey His will;He speaks, and in His heavenly heightThe rolling sun stands still.2Rebel, ye waves! and o’er the landWith threatening aspect roar;The Lord uplifts His awful hand,And chains you to the shore.3Howl, winds of night! your force combine;Without His high behest,Ye shall not in the mountain pineDisturb the sparrow’s nest.4Ye nations bend, in reverence bend;Ye monarchs, wait His nod,And bid the choral song ascendTo celebrate our God!
C. M.
H. K. White.
1The Lord our God is full of might,The winds obey His will;He speaks, and in His heavenly heightThe rolling sun stands still.
1The Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey His will;
He speaks, and in His heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.
2Rebel, ye waves! and o’er the landWith threatening aspect roar;The Lord uplifts His awful hand,And chains you to the shore.
2Rebel, ye waves! and o’er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts His awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3Howl, winds of night! your force combine;Without His high behest,Ye shall not in the mountain pineDisturb the sparrow’s nest.
3Howl, winds of night! your force combine;
Without His high behest,
Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Disturb the sparrow’s nest.
4Ye nations bend, in reverence bend;Ye monarchs, wait His nod,And bid the choral song ascendTo celebrate our God!
4Ye nations bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God!
574.L. M.E. H. Chapin.For a Charitable Occasion.1When long the soul had slept in chainsAnd man to man was stern and cold;When love and worship were but strainsThat swept the gifted chords of old—By shady mount and peaceful lake,A meek and lowly stranger came,The weary drank the words he spake,The poor and suffering blessed his name.2He went where frenzy held its rule,Where sickness breathed its spell of pain;By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool,And by the darkened gate of Nain.He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast,He raised the contrite sinner’s head,And on the loved ones’ lowly restThe light of better life he shed.3Father, the spirit Jesus knewWe humbly ask of Thee to-night,That we may be disciples tooOf him whose way was love and light.Bright be the places where we treadAmid earth’s suffering and its poor,Until that day when tears are shed,And broken sighs are heard, no more.
L. M.
E. H. Chapin.
1When long the soul had slept in chainsAnd man to man was stern and cold;When love and worship were but strainsThat swept the gifted chords of old—By shady mount and peaceful lake,A meek and lowly stranger came,The weary drank the words he spake,The poor and suffering blessed his name.
1When long the soul had slept in chains
And man to man was stern and cold;
When love and worship were but strains
That swept the gifted chords of old—
By shady mount and peaceful lake,
A meek and lowly stranger came,
The weary drank the words he spake,
The poor and suffering blessed his name.
2He went where frenzy held its rule,Where sickness breathed its spell of pain;By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool,And by the darkened gate of Nain.He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast,He raised the contrite sinner’s head,And on the loved ones’ lowly restThe light of better life he shed.
2He went where frenzy held its rule,
Where sickness breathed its spell of pain;
By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool,
And by the darkened gate of Nain.
He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast,
He raised the contrite sinner’s head,
And on the loved ones’ lowly rest
The light of better life he shed.
3Father, the spirit Jesus knewWe humbly ask of Thee to-night,That we may be disciples tooOf him whose way was love and light.Bright be the places where we treadAmid earth’s suffering and its poor,Until that day when tears are shed,And broken sighs are heard, no more.
3Father, the spirit Jesus knew
We humbly ask of Thee to-night,
That we may be disciples too
Of him whose way was love and light.
Bright be the places where we tread
Amid earth’s suffering and its poor,
Until that day when tears are shed,
And broken sighs are heard, no more.
575.C. M.W. Croswell.He Went About Doing Good.1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spent,Like his, upon the poor.2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.3For Thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And that Thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.
C. M.
W. Croswell.
1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spent,Like his, upon the poor.
1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure,
And let our treasures still be spent,
Like his, upon the poor.
2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.
2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world’s sad weight,
We, in their gloomy loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.
3For Thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And that Thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.
3For Thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.
576.7 & 6s. M.E. H. Chapin.Triumph of Temperance.1Now, host with host assembling,The victory we win;Lo! on his throne sits tremblingThat old and giant Sin;Like chaff by strong winds scattered,His banded strength has gone,His charmed cup lies shattered,And still the cry is—“On.”2Our fathers’ God, our keeper!Be Thou our strength divine!Thou sendest forth the reaper,The harvest all is Thine.Roll on, roll on this gladness,Till, driven from every shore,The drunkard’s sin and madnessShall smite the earth no more!
7 & 6s. M.
E. H. Chapin.
1Now, host with host assembling,The victory we win;Lo! on his throne sits tremblingThat old and giant Sin;Like chaff by strong winds scattered,His banded strength has gone,His charmed cup lies shattered,And still the cry is—“On.”
1Now, host with host assembling,
The victory we win;
Lo! on his throne sits trembling
That old and giant Sin;
Like chaff by strong winds scattered,
His banded strength has gone,
His charmed cup lies shattered,
And still the cry is—“On.”
2Our fathers’ God, our keeper!Be Thou our strength divine!Thou sendest forth the reaper,The harvest all is Thine.Roll on, roll on this gladness,Till, driven from every shore,The drunkard’s sin and madnessShall smite the earth no more!
2Our fathers’ God, our keeper!
Be Thou our strength divine!
Thou sendest forth the reaper,
The harvest all is Thine.
Roll on, roll on this gladness,
Till, driven from every shore,
The drunkard’s sin and madness
Shall smite the earth no more!
577.L. M.Sargent.Temperance Hymn.1Slavery and death the cup contains;Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!Softer than silk are iron chainsCompared with those that chafe the soul.2Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing,Whose power the giant fiend obeys;What countless thousands tribute bring,For happier homes and brighter days!3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,Nor leave the broken heart unbound;The wife regains a husband freed!The orphan clasps a father found!4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;Till man no more shall deem it justTo live by forging chains to bindHis weaker brother in the dust.
L. M.
Sargent.
1Slavery and death the cup contains;Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!Softer than silk are iron chainsCompared with those that chafe the soul.
1Slavery and death the cup contains;
Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!
Softer than silk are iron chains
Compared with those that chafe the soul.
2Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing,Whose power the giant fiend obeys;What countless thousands tribute bring,For happier homes and brighter days!
2Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys;
What countless thousands tribute bring,
For happier homes and brighter days!
3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,Nor leave the broken heart unbound;The wife regains a husband freed!The orphan clasps a father found!
3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heart unbound;
The wife regains a husband freed!
The orphan clasps a father found!
4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;Till man no more shall deem it justTo live by forging chains to bindHis weaker brother in the dust.
4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;
Till man no more shall deem it just
To live by forging chains to bind
His weaker brother in the dust.
578.11 & 10s. M.Whittier.True Worship and Undefiled.1O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship, which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good:So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war-music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
11 & 10s. M.
Whittier.
1O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship, which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
1O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!
The holier worship, which God deigns to bless,
Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken,
And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!
For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;
To worship rightly is to love each other;
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good:So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
3Follow, with reverent steps, the great example
Of him whose holy work was doing good:
So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war-music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor
Of wild war-music o’er the earth shall cease;
Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,
And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
579.11s. M.J. G. Adams.The Angel in the Prison.1God’s angels! not only on high do they sing,And soar through our skies with invisible wing;But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lieIts sin-stricken children to struggle and die.2They come, in their mercy and power, to dispelThe spectres of gloom from the prisoner’s cell;In love’s name to say to the stricken one there,That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer.3And strong grows the heart of the outcast—and soonIn that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon;The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven,Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven.4God’s angels! Love speed them o’er earth’s wide domain!New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain;Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire,And humanity’s groans in her praises expire.5For the promise of truth—though the doubting deny—Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high;Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow,With the angels above, or the angels below.
11s. M.
J. G. Adams.
1God’s angels! not only on high do they sing,And soar through our skies with invisible wing;But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lieIts sin-stricken children to struggle and die.
1God’s angels! not only on high do they sing,
And soar through our skies with invisible wing;
But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lie
Its sin-stricken children to struggle and die.
2They come, in their mercy and power, to dispelThe spectres of gloom from the prisoner’s cell;In love’s name to say to the stricken one there,That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer.
2They come, in their mercy and power, to dispel
The spectres of gloom from the prisoner’s cell;
In love’s name to say to the stricken one there,
That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer.
3And strong grows the heart of the outcast—and soonIn that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon;The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven,Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven.
3And strong grows the heart of the outcast—and soon
In that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon;
The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven,
Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven.
4God’s angels! Love speed them o’er earth’s wide domain!New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain;Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire,And humanity’s groans in her praises expire.
4God’s angels! Love speed them o’er earth’s wide domain!
New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain;
Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire,
And humanity’s groans in her praises expire.
5For the promise of truth—though the doubting deny—Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high;Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow,With the angels above, or the angels below.
5For the promise of truth—though the doubting deny—
Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high;
Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow,
With the angels above, or the angels below.