FAITH AND REPENTANCE.336L. M.The wise choice.Though all the world my choice deride,Yet Jesus shall my portion be;For I am pleased with none beside;The fairest of the fair is he.2Sweet is the vision of thy face,And kindness o’er thy lips is shed;Lovely art thou, and full of grace,And glory beams around thy head.3Thy sufferings I embrace with thee,Thy poverty and shameful cross;The pleasure of the world I flee,And deem its treasures only dross.4Be daily dearer to my heart,And ever let me feel thee near;Then willingly with all I’d part,Nor count it worthy of a tear.G. Terstergan.337L. M.The solace of faith.When human hopes and joys depart,I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;And on my weary spirit stealThe thoughts that pass all earthly weal.2I cast above my tearful eyes,And muse upon the starry skies;And think that he who governs thereStill keeps me in his guardian care.3I gaze upon the opening flower,Just moistened with the evening shower;And bless the love which made it bloom,To chase away my transient gloom.4I think, whene’er this mortal frameReturns again to whence it came,My soul shall wing its happy flightTo regions of eternal light.Roscoe.338L. M.Christ the soul’s portion.Let thoughtless thousands choose the roadThat leads the soul away from God;This happiness, blest Lord, be mine,To live and die entirely thine.2On Christ, by faith, my soul would live,From him my life, my all receive;To him devote my fleeting hours,Serve him alone with all my powers.3Christ is my everlasting all;To him I look, on him I call;He will my every want supplyIn time and through eternity.4Soon will the Lord, my life, appear;Soon shall I end my trials here;Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain;To live is Christ, to die is gain.Hopkins.339L. M.God calling yet.God calling yet! shall I not hear?Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,And still my soul in slumbers lie?2God calling yet! shall I not rise?Can I his loving voice despise,And basely his kind care repay?He calls me still: can I delay?3God calling yet! and shall he knock,And I my heart the closer lock?He still is waiting to receive,And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?4God calling yet! and shall I giveNo heed, but still in bondage live?I wait, but he does not forsake;He calls me still! my heart, awake!5God calling yet! I can not stay;My heart I yield without delay;Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;The voice of God hath reached my heart.From the German.340L. M.Christ the Redeemer and Judge.Now to the Lord, who makes us knowThe wonders of his dying love,Be humble honors paid below,And strains of nobler praise above.2’Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,And washed us in his precious blood;’Tis he who makes us priests and kings,And brings us, rebels, near to God.3To Jesus, our atoning Priest,To Jesus, our eternal King,Be everlasting power confessed;Let every tongue his glory sing.4Behold, on flying clouds he comes,And every eye shall see him move;Though with our sins we pierced him once,Now he displays his pardoning love.5The unbelieving world shall wail,While we rejoice to see the day:Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,Nor let the chariot long delay.341L. M.Self-abasement.Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart!That can from Jesus thus depart;Thus fond of trifles, widely rove,Forgetful of a Saviour’s love.2Dear Lord! to thee I would return,And at thy feet, repentant, mourn;There let me view thy pardoning love,And never from thy sight remove.3O let thy love, with sweet control,Bind every passion of my soul;Bid every vain desire depart,And dwell for ever in my heart.Mrs. Steele.342L. M.Returning.Awaked from sin’s delusive sleep,My heavy guilt I feel, and weep;Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.2Now, from thy throne of grace above,Look down upon my soul in love;That smile shall sweeten all my pain,And make my soul rejoice again.3By thy divine, transforming power,My ruined nature now restore;And let my life and temper shine,In blest resemblance, Lord! to thine.Moore.343L. M.Just as I am.Just as I am—without one plea,But that thy blood was shed for me,And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,O Lamb of God, I come.2Just as I am, and waiting notTo rid my soul of one dark blot—To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,O Lamb of God, I come.3Just as I am, though tossed aboutWith many a conflict, many a doubt,With fears within, and foes without—O Lamb of God, I come.4Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;Sight, riches, healing of the mind,Yea, all I need, in thee to find,O Lamb of God, I come.5Just as I am, thou wilt receive,Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,Because thy promise I believe—O Lamb of God, I come.6Just as I am—thy love unknown,Has broken every barrier down;Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,O Lamb of God, I come.Charlotte Elliott.344L. M.God, be merciful to me a sinner.Luke 18:13.Hear, gracious God! a sinner’s cry,For I have nowhere else to fly;My hope, my only hope’s in thee;O God, be merciful to me!2To thee I come, a sinner poor,And wait for mercy at thy door;Indeed, I’ve nowhere else to flee;O God, be merciful to me!3To thee I come, a sinner weak,And scarce know how to pray or speak;From fear and weakness set me free;O God, be merciful to me!4To thee I come, a sinner vile;Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile!Mercy alone I make my plea;O God, be merciful to me!5To thee I come, a sinner great,And well thou knowest all my state;Yet full forgiveness is with thee;O God, be merciful to me!6To thee I come, a sinner lost,Nor have I aught wherein to trust,But where thou art, Lord, I would be,O God, be merciful to me!345L. M.The love of Christ constraineth.2 Cor. 5:14.Lord, when my thoughts delighted roveAmid the wonders of thy love,Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,And bids intruding fears depart.2For mortal crimes a sacrifice,The Lord of life, the Saviour dies;What love! what mercy! how divine!Jesus, and can I call thee mine?3Repentant sorrows fill my heart,But mingling joy allays the smart;O, may my future life declareThis sorrow and the joy sincere.4Be all my heart and all my daysDevoted to my Saviour’s praise;And let my glad obedience proveHow much I owe, how much I love.Mrs. Steele.346L. M.The contrite heart.Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive;Let a repentant rebel live;Are not thy mercies large and free?May not a sinner trust in thee?2My crimes, though great, can not surpassThe power and glory of thy grace;Great God, thy nature hath no bound;So let thy pardoning love be found.3O, wash my soul from every sin,And make my guilty conscience clean;Here, on my heart, the burden lies,And past offenses pain my eyes.4My lips, with shame, my sins confess,Against thy law, against thy grace;Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,I am condemned, but thou art clear.5Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,I must pronounce thee just in death;And if my soul were sent to hell,Thy righteous law approves it well.6Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,Would light on some sweet promise there,Some sure support against despair.Watts.347L. M.Restore unto to me the joy of thy salvation.Psalm 51.A broken heart, my God, my King,Is all the sacrifice I bring;The God of grace will ne’er despiseA broken heart for sacrifice.2My soul lies humbled in the dust,And owns thy dreadful sentence just;Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,And save the soul condemned to die.3Then will I teach the world thy ways;Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,And they shall praise a pardoning God.4O, may thy love inspire my tongue!Salvation shall be all my song;And all my powers shall join to blessThe Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.Watts.348L. M. 6 lines.Here is my heart.Here is my heart—I give it thee!My God, I heard thee call, and say,“Not to the world, my child—to me!”I heard thy voice and will obey;Here is love’s offering to my King,Which in glad sacrifice I bring.2Here is my heart! so hard before,But now by thy rich grace made meet;Yet bruised and sad, it can but pourIts tears and anguish at thy feet:It groans beneath the weight of sin,It sighs salvation’s joy to win.3Here is my heart! its longings endIn Christ as near his cross it draws;It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,Thy precious blood my ransom was;”In thee, the Saviour, it has foundThat peace and blessedness abound.349L. M. 6 lines.Bethesda.Around Bethesda’s healing wave,Waiting to hear the rustling windWhich spoke the angel nigh, who gaveIts virtue to that holy spring,With patience and with hope endued,Were seen the gathered multitude.2Bethesda’s pool has lost its power!No angel, by his glad descentDispenses that diviner dowerWhich with its healing waters went;But he, whose word surpassed its wave,Is still omnipotent to save.3Saviour! thy love is still the sameAs when that healing word was spoke;Still in thine all-redeeming nameDwells power to burst the strongest yoke!O, be that power, that love, displayed,Help those whom thou alone canst aid.Barton.350L. M. 6 lines.Come unto me, all ye that labor.Matt. 11:28.Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moanHath taught each scene the notes of woe;Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,And let thy tears forget to flow:Behold, the precious balm is foundTo lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.2Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;On Jesus cast thy weighty load;In him thy refuge find, thy rest,Safe in the mercy of thy God:Thy God’s thy Saviour—glorious word!O, hear, believe, and bless the Lord!351L. M.The Star of Bethlehem.When marshaled on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestud the sky,One star alone, of all the train,Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.2Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,From every host, from every gem;But one alone the Saviour speaks—It is the Star of Bethlehem.3Once on the raging seas I rode;The storm was loud, the night was dark,The ocean yawned, and rudely blowedThe wind that tossed my foundering bark.4Deep horror then my vitals froze;Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;When suddenly a star arose—It was the Star of Bethlehem.5It was my guide, my light, my all;It bade my dark forebodings cease;And through the storm and danger’s thrall,It led me to the port of peace.6Now safely moored, my perils o’er,I’ll sing, first in night’s diadem,For ever, and for evermore,The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.H. K. White.352C. M.Power of faith.Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,And saves us from its snares;It yields support in all our toils,And softens all our cares.2The wounded conscience knows its powerThe healing balm to give;That balm the saddest heart can cheer,And make the dying live.3Unvailing wide the heavenly world,Where endless pleasures reign,It bids us seek our portion there,Nor bids us seek in vain.4There, still unshaken, would we restTill this frail body dies;And then, on faith’s triumphant wing,To endless glory rise.Watts.353C. M.Increase our faith.Luke 17:5.O for a faith that will not shrink,Though pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!2That will not murmur nor complainBeneath the chastening rod,But, in the hour of grief or pain,Will lean upon its God;3A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That, when in danger, knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;4That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown,Nor heeds its scornful smile;That seas of trouble can not drown,Nor Satan’s arts beguile.5A faith that keeps the narrow wayTill life’s last hour is fled,And with a pure and heavenly ray,Lights up a dying bed.6Lord, 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.Bath Coll.354C. M.A living faith.Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,And make their empty boastOf inward joys, and sins forgiven,While they are slaves to lust!2How vain are fancy’s airy flights,If faith be cold and dead!None but a living power unitesTo Christ, the living Head.3’Tis faith that purifies the heart;’Tis faith that works by love;That bids all sinful joys depart,And lifts the thoughts above.4Faith must obey our Father’s will,As well as trust his grace;A pardoning God requires us stillTo walk in all his ways.5This faith shall every fear controlBy its celestial power,With holy triumph fill the soulIn death’s approaching hour.Watts.355C. M.Glorying in the cross.Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame,And bear the cross for me?And shall I fear to own thy name,Or thy disciple be?2Forbid it, Lord, that I should dreadTo suffer shame or loss;O, let me in thy footsteps tread,And glory in thy cross.Kirkham.356C. M.Call to repentance.Repent! the voice celestial cries,No longer dare delay:The soul that scorns the mandate dies,And meets a fiery day.2No more the sovereign eye of GodO’erlooks the crimes of men;His heralds now are sent abroadTo warn the world of sin.3O sinners! in his presence bow,And all your guilt confess;Accept the offered Saviour nowNor trifle with his grace.4Soon will the awful trumpet sound,And call you to his bar;His mercy knows the appointed bound,And yields to justice there.5Amazing love—that yet will call,And yet prolong our days!Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,And weep, and love, and praise.Doddridge.357C. M.God giveth grace to the humble.Come, let us to the Lord our God,With contrite hearts return!Our God is gracious, nor will leaveThe desolate to mourn.2His voice commands the tempest forth,And stills the stormy wave;And though his arm be strong to smite,’Tis also strong to save.3Our hearts, if God we seek to know,Shall know him and rejoice;His coming like the morn shall be;Like morning songs his voice.4As dew upon the tender herb,Diffusing fragrance round;As showers that usher in the spring,And cheer the thirsty ground:5So shall his presence bless our souls,And shed a joyful lightThat hallowed morn shall chase awayThe sorrows of the night.Morrison.358C. M.There is joy over one sinner, etc.Luke 15:7.O how divine, how sweet the joy,When but one sinner turns,And, with a humble, broken heart,His sins and errors mourns!2Pleased with the news, the saints below,In songs their tongues employ;Beyond the skies the tidings go,And heaven is filled with joy.3Well pleased the Father sees, and hearsThe conscious sinner’s moan;Jesus receives him in his arms,And claims him for his own.4Nor angels can their joy contain,But kindle with new fire;“The sinner lost is found,” they sing,And strike the sounding lyre.Needham.359C. M.The heart’s surrender.Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart;Possess thy humble throne;Bid every rival hence depart,And claim me for thine own.2The world and Satan I forsake—To thee, I all resign;My longing heart, O Jesus! take,And fill with love divine.3O! may I never turn aside,Nor from thy bosom flee;Let nothing here my heart divide—I give it all to thee.Bourne’s Coll.360C. M.Whoso forsaketh not all that he hath.Luke 14:33.And must I part with all I have,Jesus, my Lord! for thee?This is my joy, since thou hast doneMuch more than this for me.2Yes, let it go; one look from theeWill more than make amendsFor all the losses I sustainOf credit, riches, friends.3Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,How worthless they appear,Compared with thee, supremely good,Divinely bright and fair.4Saviour of souls! while I from theeA single smile obtain,Though destitute of all things else,I’ll glory in my gain.Beddome.361C. M.A plea for mercy.Mercy alone can meet my case,For mercy, Lord, I cry;Jesus, Redeemer, show thy faceIn mercy, or I die.2I perish, and my doom were just;But wilt thou leave me? No!I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust;I will not let thee go.3To thee, thee only, will I cleave;Thy word is all my plea;That word is truth, and I believe—Have mercy, Lord, on me.Montgomery.362C. M.It is I: be not afraid.Matt. 14:27.When I sink down in gloom or fear,Hope blighted or delayed,Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,“’Tis I: be not afraid!”2Or, startled at some sudden blow,If fretful thoughts I feel,“Fear not, it is but I!” shall flowAs balm my wound to heal.3Nor will I quit thy way, though foesSome onward pass defend;From each rough voice the watchword goes,“Be not afraid! ... a friend!”4And O! when judgment’s trumpet clearAwakes me from the grave,Still in its echo may I hear,“’Tis Christ! he comes to save.”363C. P. M.Christ our only hope.Desponding soul, O cease thy woe;Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go,In faith’s appointed way;Let not thy unbelieving fearsStill hold thee back—thy Saviour hears—From him no longer stay.2No works of thine can e’er impartA balm to heal thy wounded heart,Or solid comfort give;Turn, then, to him who freely gaveHis precious blood thy soul to save:E’en now he bids thee live.3Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly!His power and love are ever nighTo those who seek his face;Thy deepest guilt on him was laid;He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid;O, haste to share his grace.T. U. Walters.364S. M.You shall find rest for your souls.Matt. 11:29.Ah! what avails my strife,My wandering to and fro?Thou hast the words of endless life;Ah! whither should I go?2Thy condescending graceTo me did freely move;It calls me still to seek thy face,And stoops to ask my love.3Lord! at thy feet I fall;I long to be set free;I fain would now obey the call,And give up all for thee.C. Wesley.365S. M.Yielding.And can I yet delayMy little all to give?To tear my soul from earth awayFor Jesus to receive?2Nay, but I yield, I yield;I can hold out no more;I sink, by dying love compelled,And own thee conqueror.3Though late, I all forsake;My friends, my all, resign;Gracious Redeemer! take, O take,And seal me ever thine.4Come, and possess me whole,Nor hence again remove;Settle and fix my wavering soulWith all thy weight of love.5My one desire be this,Thy only love to know;To seek and taste no other bliss,No other good below.C. Wesley.366S. M.God’s mercy to the penitent.Sweet is the friendly voiceWhich speaks of life and peace;Which bids the penitent rejoice,And sin and sorrow cease.2No balm on earth like thisCan cheer the contrite heart;No flattering dreams of earthly blissSuch pure delight impart.3Still merciful and kind,Thy mercy, Lord, reveal;The broken heart thy love can bind,The wounded spirit heal.4Thy presence shall restorePeace to my anxious breast;Lord, let my steps be drawn no moreFrom paths which thou hast blessed.Jervis.3677s.Father, I have sinned.Luke 15:18.Love for all! and can it be?Can I hope it is for me?I, who strayed so long ago,Strayed so far, and fell so low!2I, the disobedient child,Wayward, passionate and wild;I, who left my Father’s homeIn forbidden ways to roam!3I, who spurned his loving hold,I, who would not be controlled;I, who would not hear his call,I, the willful prodigal!4I, who wasted and misspentEvery talent he had lent;I, who sinned again, again,Giving every passion rein!5To my Father can I go?At his feet myself I’ll throw,In his house there yet may bePlace, a servant’s place, for me.6See, my Father waiting stands;See, he reaches out his hands;God is love! I know, I see,Love for me—yes, even me.S. Longfellow.3687s.Sighing for home.People of the living God!I have sought the world around,Paths of sin and sorrow trod,Peace and comfort nowhere found.2Now to you my spirit turns,Turns, a fugitive unblessed;Brethren! where your altar burns,O receive me into rest.3Lonely I no longer roam,Like the cloud, the wind, the wave:Where you dwell shall be my home,Where you die shall be my grave.4Mine the God whom you adore,Your Redeemer shall be mine;Earth can fill my heart no more,Every idol I resign.5Tell me not of gain or loss,Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power;Welcome! poverty and cross,Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour.6“Follow me!” I know thy voice,Jesus, Lord! thy steps I see;Now I take thy yoke by choice;Light thy burden now to me.Montgomery.3697s, double.Longing for rest.Does the gospel word proclaimRest for those that weary be?Then, my soul, put in thy claim—Sure that promise speaks to thee:Marks of grace I can not show,All polluted is my best;But I weary am, I know,And the weary long for rest.2Burdened with a load of sin,Harassed with tormenting doubt,Hourly conflicts from within,Hourly crosses from without;All my little strength is gone,Sink I must without supply;Sure upon the earth is noneCan more weary be than I.3In the ark the weary doveFound a welcome resting-place;Thus my spirit longs to proveRest in Christ, the Ark of grace;Tempest-tossed I long have been,And the flood increases fast;Open, Lord, and take me in,Till the storm be overpast!Newton.3707s.Forward.Exodus 14:15.When we can not see our way,Let us trust, and still obey;He who bids us forward go,Can not fail the way to show.2Though the sea be deep and wide,Though a passage seem denied;Fearless let us still proceed,Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.3Though it seems the gloom of night,Though we see no ray of light;Since the Lord himself is there,’Tis not meet that we should fear.4Night with him is never night;Where he is, there all is light;When he calls us, why delay?They are happy who obey.5Be it ours, then, while we’re here,Him to follow without fear;Where he calls us, there to go,What he bids us, that to do.3718s & 6s.The unseen Friend.O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,By faith to cling to thee!2Blest with this fellowship divine,Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;For, as the branches to the vine,My soul would cling to thee.3Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,Here have I found a place of rest;An exile still, yet not unblest,Because I cling to thee.4What though the world deceitful prove,And earthly friends and hopes remove;With patient, uncomplaining love,Still would I cling to thee.5Though oft I seem to tread aloneLife’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,Still whispers, “Cling to me!”6Though faith and hope are often tried,I ask not, need not aught beside;So safe, so calm, so satisfied,The soul that clings to thee!3726s.Cling to the Crucified.Cling to the Crucified!His eye shall guard thee well—For thee, fast from his side,The crimson current fell.2Cling to the Crucified!My weary feet in peaceHis tender hand shall guideTill all thy wanderings cease.3Cling to the Crucified!His love the golden doorFor thee shall open wide,And bless thee evermore.
336L. M.The wise choice.Though all the world my choice deride,Yet Jesus shall my portion be;For I am pleased with none beside;The fairest of the fair is he.2Sweet is the vision of thy face,And kindness o’er thy lips is shed;Lovely art thou, and full of grace,And glory beams around thy head.3Thy sufferings I embrace with thee,Thy poverty and shameful cross;The pleasure of the world I flee,And deem its treasures only dross.4Be daily dearer to my heart,And ever let me feel thee near;Then willingly with all I’d part,Nor count it worthy of a tear.G. Terstergan.
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The wise choice.
Though all the world my choice deride,Yet Jesus shall my portion be;For I am pleased with none beside;The fairest of the fair is he.
Though all the world my choice deride,
Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
The fairest of the fair is he.
2Sweet is the vision of thy face,And kindness o’er thy lips is shed;Lovely art thou, and full of grace,And glory beams around thy head.
2Sweet is the vision of thy face,
And kindness o’er thy lips is shed;
Lovely art thou, and full of grace,
And glory beams around thy head.
3Thy sufferings I embrace with thee,Thy poverty and shameful cross;The pleasure of the world I flee,And deem its treasures only dross.
3Thy sufferings I embrace with thee,
Thy poverty and shameful cross;
The pleasure of the world I flee,
And deem its treasures only dross.
4Be daily dearer to my heart,And ever let me feel thee near;Then willingly with all I’d part,Nor count it worthy of a tear.
4Be daily dearer to my heart,
And ever let me feel thee near;
Then willingly with all I’d part,
Nor count it worthy of a tear.
G. Terstergan.
337L. M.The solace of faith.When human hopes and joys depart,I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;And on my weary spirit stealThe thoughts that pass all earthly weal.2I cast above my tearful eyes,And muse upon the starry skies;And think that he who governs thereStill keeps me in his guardian care.3I gaze upon the opening flower,Just moistened with the evening shower;And bless the love which made it bloom,To chase away my transient gloom.4I think, whene’er this mortal frameReturns again to whence it came,My soul shall wing its happy flightTo regions of eternal light.Roscoe.
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The solace of faith.
When human hopes and joys depart,I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;And on my weary spirit stealThe thoughts that pass all earthly weal.
When human hopes and joys depart,
I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;
And on my weary spirit steal
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.
2I cast above my tearful eyes,And muse upon the starry skies;And think that he who governs thereStill keeps me in his guardian care.
2I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that he who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.
3I gaze upon the opening flower,Just moistened with the evening shower;And bless the love which made it bloom,To chase away my transient gloom.
3I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower;
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.
4I think, whene’er this mortal frameReturns again to whence it came,My soul shall wing its happy flightTo regions of eternal light.
4I think, whene’er this mortal frame
Returns again to whence it came,
My soul shall wing its happy flight
To regions of eternal light.
Roscoe.
338L. M.Christ the soul’s portion.Let thoughtless thousands choose the roadThat leads the soul away from God;This happiness, blest Lord, be mine,To live and die entirely thine.2On Christ, by faith, my soul would live,From him my life, my all receive;To him devote my fleeting hours,Serve him alone with all my powers.3Christ is my everlasting all;To him I look, on him I call;He will my every want supplyIn time and through eternity.4Soon will the Lord, my life, appear;Soon shall I end my trials here;Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain;To live is Christ, to die is gain.Hopkins.
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Christ the soul’s portion.
Let thoughtless thousands choose the roadThat leads the soul away from God;This happiness, blest Lord, be mine,To live and die entirely thine.
Let thoughtless thousands choose the road
That leads the soul away from God;
This happiness, blest Lord, be mine,
To live and die entirely thine.
2On Christ, by faith, my soul would live,From him my life, my all receive;To him devote my fleeting hours,Serve him alone with all my powers.
2On Christ, by faith, my soul would live,
From him my life, my all receive;
To him devote my fleeting hours,
Serve him alone with all my powers.
3Christ is my everlasting all;To him I look, on him I call;He will my every want supplyIn time and through eternity.
3Christ is my everlasting all;
To him I look, on him I call;
He will my every want supply
In time and through eternity.
4Soon will the Lord, my life, appear;Soon shall I end my trials here;Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain;To live is Christ, to die is gain.
4Soon will the Lord, my life, appear;
Soon shall I end my trials here;
Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain;
To live is Christ, to die is gain.
Hopkins.
339L. M.God calling yet.God calling yet! shall I not hear?Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,And still my soul in slumbers lie?2God calling yet! shall I not rise?Can I his loving voice despise,And basely his kind care repay?He calls me still: can I delay?3God calling yet! and shall he knock,And I my heart the closer lock?He still is waiting to receive,And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?4God calling yet! and shall I giveNo heed, but still in bondage live?I wait, but he does not forsake;He calls me still! my heart, awake!5God calling yet! I can not stay;My heart I yield without delay;Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;The voice of God hath reached my heart.From the German.
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God calling yet.
God calling yet! shall I not hear?Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,And still my soul in slumbers lie?
God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumbers lie?
2God calling yet! shall I not rise?Can I his loving voice despise,And basely his kind care repay?He calls me still: can I delay?
2God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I his loving voice despise,
And basely his kind care repay?
He calls me still: can I delay?
3God calling yet! and shall he knock,And I my heart the closer lock?He still is waiting to receive,And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?
3God calling yet! and shall he knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?
4God calling yet! and shall I giveNo heed, but still in bondage live?I wait, but he does not forsake;He calls me still! my heart, awake!
4God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but he does not forsake;
He calls me still! my heart, awake!
5God calling yet! I can not stay;My heart I yield without delay;Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;The voice of God hath reached my heart.
5God calling yet! I can not stay;
My heart I yield without delay;
Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.
From the German.
340L. M.Christ the Redeemer and Judge.Now to the Lord, who makes us knowThe wonders of his dying love,Be humble honors paid below,And strains of nobler praise above.2’Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,And washed us in his precious blood;’Tis he who makes us priests and kings,And brings us, rebels, near to God.3To Jesus, our atoning Priest,To Jesus, our eternal King,Be everlasting power confessed;Let every tongue his glory sing.4Behold, on flying clouds he comes,And every eye shall see him move;Though with our sins we pierced him once,Now he displays his pardoning love.5The unbelieving world shall wail,While we rejoice to see the day:Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,Nor let the chariot long delay.
L. M.
Christ the Redeemer and Judge.
Now to the Lord, who makes us knowThe wonders of his dying love,Be humble honors paid below,And strains of nobler praise above.
Now to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2’Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,And washed us in his precious blood;’Tis he who makes us priests and kings,And brings us, rebels, near to God.
2’Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
’Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us, rebels, near to God.
3To Jesus, our atoning Priest,To Jesus, our eternal King,Be everlasting power confessed;Let every tongue his glory sing.
3To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed;
Let every tongue his glory sing.
4Behold, on flying clouds he comes,And every eye shall see him move;Though with our sins we pierced him once,Now he displays his pardoning love.
4Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move;
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Now he displays his pardoning love.
5The unbelieving world shall wail,While we rejoice to see the day:Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,Nor let the chariot long delay.
5The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let the chariot long delay.
341L. M.Self-abasement.Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart!That can from Jesus thus depart;Thus fond of trifles, widely rove,Forgetful of a Saviour’s love.2Dear Lord! to thee I would return,And at thy feet, repentant, mourn;There let me view thy pardoning love,And never from thy sight remove.3O let thy love, with sweet control,Bind every passion of my soul;Bid every vain desire depart,And dwell for ever in my heart.Mrs. Steele.
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Self-abasement.
Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart!That can from Jesus thus depart;Thus fond of trifles, widely rove,Forgetful of a Saviour’s love.
Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart!
That can from Jesus thus depart;
Thus fond of trifles, widely rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour’s love.
2Dear Lord! to thee I would return,And at thy feet, repentant, mourn;There let me view thy pardoning love,And never from thy sight remove.
2Dear Lord! to thee I would return,
And at thy feet, repentant, mourn;
There let me view thy pardoning love,
And never from thy sight remove.
3O let thy love, with sweet control,Bind every passion of my soul;Bid every vain desire depart,And dwell for ever in my heart.
3O let thy love, with sweet control,
Bind every passion of my soul;
Bid every vain desire depart,
And dwell for ever in my heart.
Mrs. Steele.
342L. M.Returning.Awaked from sin’s delusive sleep,My heavy guilt I feel, and weep;Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.2Now, from thy throne of grace above,Look down upon my soul in love;That smile shall sweeten all my pain,And make my soul rejoice again.3By thy divine, transforming power,My ruined nature now restore;And let my life and temper shine,In blest resemblance, Lord! to thine.Moore.
L. M.
Returning.
Awaked from sin’s delusive sleep,My heavy guilt I feel, and weep;Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
Awaked from sin’s delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel, and weep;
Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
2Now, from thy throne of grace above,Look down upon my soul in love;That smile shall sweeten all my pain,And make my soul rejoice again.
2Now, from thy throne of grace above,
Look down upon my soul in love;
That smile shall sweeten all my pain,
And make my soul rejoice again.
3By thy divine, transforming power,My ruined nature now restore;And let my life and temper shine,In blest resemblance, Lord! to thine.
3By thy divine, transforming power,
My ruined nature now restore;
And let my life and temper shine,
In blest resemblance, Lord! to thine.
Moore.
343L. M.Just as I am.Just as I am—without one plea,But that thy blood was shed for me,And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,O Lamb of God, I come.2Just as I am, and waiting notTo rid my soul of one dark blot—To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,O Lamb of God, I come.3Just as I am, though tossed aboutWith many a conflict, many a doubt,With fears within, and foes without—O Lamb of God, I come.4Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;Sight, riches, healing of the mind,Yea, all I need, in thee to find,O Lamb of God, I come.5Just as I am, thou wilt receive,Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,Because thy promise I believe—O Lamb of God, I come.6Just as I am—thy love unknown,Has broken every barrier down;Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,O Lamb of God, I come.Charlotte Elliott.
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Just as I am.
Just as I am—without one plea,But that thy blood was shed for me,And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am—without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
2Just as I am, and waiting notTo rid my soul of one dark blot—To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,O Lamb of God, I come.
2Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot—
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.
3Just as I am, though tossed aboutWith many a conflict, many a doubt,With fears within, and foes without—O Lamb of God, I come.
3Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within, and foes without—
O Lamb of God, I come.
4Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;Sight, riches, healing of the mind,Yea, all I need, in thee to find,O Lamb of God, I come.
4Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
5Just as I am, thou wilt receive,Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,Because thy promise I believe—O Lamb of God, I come.
5Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe—
O Lamb of God, I come.
6Just as I am—thy love unknown,Has broken every barrier down;Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,O Lamb of God, I come.
6Just as I am—thy love unknown,
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Charlotte Elliott.
344L. M.God, be merciful to me a sinner.Luke 18:13.Hear, gracious God! a sinner’s cry,For I have nowhere else to fly;My hope, my only hope’s in thee;O God, be merciful to me!2To thee I come, a sinner poor,And wait for mercy at thy door;Indeed, I’ve nowhere else to flee;O God, be merciful to me!3To thee I come, a sinner weak,And scarce know how to pray or speak;From fear and weakness set me free;O God, be merciful to me!4To thee I come, a sinner vile;Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile!Mercy alone I make my plea;O God, be merciful to me!5To thee I come, a sinner great,And well thou knowest all my state;Yet full forgiveness is with thee;O God, be merciful to me!6To thee I come, a sinner lost,Nor have I aught wherein to trust,But where thou art, Lord, I would be,O God, be merciful to me!
L. M.
God, be merciful to me a sinner.Luke 18:13.
Hear, gracious God! a sinner’s cry,For I have nowhere else to fly;My hope, my only hope’s in thee;O God, be merciful to me!
Hear, gracious God! a sinner’s cry,
For I have nowhere else to fly;
My hope, my only hope’s in thee;
O God, be merciful to me!
2To thee I come, a sinner poor,And wait for mercy at thy door;Indeed, I’ve nowhere else to flee;O God, be merciful to me!
2To thee I come, a sinner poor,
And wait for mercy at thy door;
Indeed, I’ve nowhere else to flee;
O God, be merciful to me!
3To thee I come, a sinner weak,And scarce know how to pray or speak;From fear and weakness set me free;O God, be merciful to me!
3To thee I come, a sinner weak,
And scarce know how to pray or speak;
From fear and weakness set me free;
O God, be merciful to me!
4To thee I come, a sinner vile;Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile!Mercy alone I make my plea;O God, be merciful to me!
4To thee I come, a sinner vile;
Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile!
Mercy alone I make my plea;
O God, be merciful to me!
5To thee I come, a sinner great,And well thou knowest all my state;Yet full forgiveness is with thee;O God, be merciful to me!
5To thee I come, a sinner great,
And well thou knowest all my state;
Yet full forgiveness is with thee;
O God, be merciful to me!
6To thee I come, a sinner lost,Nor have I aught wherein to trust,But where thou art, Lord, I would be,O God, be merciful to me!
6To thee I come, a sinner lost,
Nor have I aught wherein to trust,
But where thou art, Lord, I would be,
O God, be merciful to me!
345L. M.The love of Christ constraineth.2 Cor. 5:14.Lord, when my thoughts delighted roveAmid the wonders of thy love,Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,And bids intruding fears depart.2For mortal crimes a sacrifice,The Lord of life, the Saviour dies;What love! what mercy! how divine!Jesus, and can I call thee mine?3Repentant sorrows fill my heart,But mingling joy allays the smart;O, may my future life declareThis sorrow and the joy sincere.4Be all my heart and all my daysDevoted to my Saviour’s praise;And let my glad obedience proveHow much I owe, how much I love.Mrs. Steele.
L. M.
The love of Christ constraineth.2 Cor. 5:14.
Lord, when my thoughts delighted roveAmid the wonders of thy love,Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,And bids intruding fears depart.
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
2For mortal crimes a sacrifice,The Lord of life, the Saviour dies;What love! what mercy! how divine!Jesus, and can I call thee mine?
2For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, the Saviour dies;
What love! what mercy! how divine!
Jesus, and can I call thee mine?
3Repentant sorrows fill my heart,But mingling joy allays the smart;O, may my future life declareThis sorrow and the joy sincere.
3Repentant sorrows fill my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart;
O, may my future life declare
This sorrow and the joy sincere.
4Be all my heart and all my daysDevoted to my Saviour’s praise;And let my glad obedience proveHow much I owe, how much I love.
4Be all my heart and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour’s praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
Mrs. Steele.
346L. M.The contrite heart.Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive;Let a repentant rebel live;Are not thy mercies large and free?May not a sinner trust in thee?2My crimes, though great, can not surpassThe power and glory of thy grace;Great God, thy nature hath no bound;So let thy pardoning love be found.3O, wash my soul from every sin,And make my guilty conscience clean;Here, on my heart, the burden lies,And past offenses pain my eyes.4My lips, with shame, my sins confess,Against thy law, against thy grace;Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,I am condemned, but thou art clear.5Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,I must pronounce thee just in death;And if my soul were sent to hell,Thy righteous law approves it well.6Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,Would light on some sweet promise there,Some sure support against despair.Watts.
L. M.
The contrite heart.
Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive;Let a repentant rebel live;Are not thy mercies large and free?May not a sinner trust in thee?
Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive;
Let a repentant rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2My crimes, though great, can not surpassThe power and glory of thy grace;Great God, thy nature hath no bound;So let thy pardoning love be found.
2My crimes, though great, can not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound;
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3O, wash my soul from every sin,And make my guilty conscience clean;Here, on my heart, the burden lies,And past offenses pain my eyes.
3O, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.
4My lips, with shame, my sins confess,Against thy law, against thy grace;Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,I am condemned, but thou art clear.
4My lips, with shame, my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,I must pronounce thee just in death;And if my soul were sent to hell,Thy righteous law approves it well.
5Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,Would light on some sweet promise there,Some sure support against despair.
6Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Watts.
347L. M.Restore unto to me the joy of thy salvation.Psalm 51.A broken heart, my God, my King,Is all the sacrifice I bring;The God of grace will ne’er despiseA broken heart for sacrifice.2My soul lies humbled in the dust,And owns thy dreadful sentence just;Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,And save the soul condemned to die.3Then will I teach the world thy ways;Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,And they shall praise a pardoning God.4O, may thy love inspire my tongue!Salvation shall be all my song;And all my powers shall join to blessThe Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.Watts.
L. M.
Restore unto to me the joy of thy salvation.Psalm 51.
A broken heart, my God, my King,Is all the sacrifice I bring;The God of grace will ne’er despiseA broken heart for sacrifice.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne’er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
2My soul lies humbled in the dust,And owns thy dreadful sentence just;Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,And save the soul condemned to die.
2My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
3Then will I teach the world thy ways;Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,And they shall praise a pardoning God.
3Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
4O, may thy love inspire my tongue!Salvation shall be all my song;And all my powers shall join to blessThe Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.
4O, may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.
Watts.
348L. M. 6 lines.Here is my heart.Here is my heart—I give it thee!My God, I heard thee call, and say,“Not to the world, my child—to me!”I heard thy voice and will obey;Here is love’s offering to my King,Which in glad sacrifice I bring.2Here is my heart! so hard before,But now by thy rich grace made meet;Yet bruised and sad, it can but pourIts tears and anguish at thy feet:It groans beneath the weight of sin,It sighs salvation’s joy to win.3Here is my heart! its longings endIn Christ as near his cross it draws;It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,Thy precious blood my ransom was;”In thee, the Saviour, it has foundThat peace and blessedness abound.
L. M. 6 lines.
Here is my heart.
Here is my heart—I give it thee!My God, I heard thee call, and say,“Not to the world, my child—to me!”I heard thy voice and will obey;Here is love’s offering to my King,Which in glad sacrifice I bring.
Here is my heart—I give it thee!
My God, I heard thee call, and say,
“Not to the world, my child—to me!”
I heard thy voice and will obey;
Here is love’s offering to my King,
Which in glad sacrifice I bring.
2Here is my heart! so hard before,But now by thy rich grace made meet;Yet bruised and sad, it can but pourIts tears and anguish at thy feet:It groans beneath the weight of sin,It sighs salvation’s joy to win.
2Here is my heart! so hard before,
But now by thy rich grace made meet;
Yet bruised and sad, it can but pour
Its tears and anguish at thy feet:
It groans beneath the weight of sin,
It sighs salvation’s joy to win.
3Here is my heart! its longings endIn Christ as near his cross it draws;It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,Thy precious blood my ransom was;”In thee, the Saviour, it has foundThat peace and blessedness abound.
3Here is my heart! its longings end
In Christ as near his cross it draws;
It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,
Thy precious blood my ransom was;”
In thee, the Saviour, it has found
That peace and blessedness abound.
349L. M. 6 lines.Bethesda.Around Bethesda’s healing wave,Waiting to hear the rustling windWhich spoke the angel nigh, who gaveIts virtue to that holy spring,With patience and with hope endued,Were seen the gathered multitude.2Bethesda’s pool has lost its power!No angel, by his glad descentDispenses that diviner dowerWhich with its healing waters went;But he, whose word surpassed its wave,Is still omnipotent to save.3Saviour! thy love is still the sameAs when that healing word was spoke;Still in thine all-redeeming nameDwells power to burst the strongest yoke!O, be that power, that love, displayed,Help those whom thou alone canst aid.Barton.
L. M. 6 lines.
Bethesda.
Around Bethesda’s healing wave,Waiting to hear the rustling windWhich spoke the angel nigh, who gaveIts virtue to that holy spring,With patience and with hope endued,Were seen the gathered multitude.
Around Bethesda’s healing wave,
Waiting to hear the rustling wind
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave
Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience and with hope endued,
Were seen the gathered multitude.
2Bethesda’s pool has lost its power!No angel, by his glad descentDispenses that diviner dowerWhich with its healing waters went;But he, whose word surpassed its wave,Is still omnipotent to save.
2Bethesda’s pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent
Dispenses that diviner dower
Which with its healing waters went;
But he, whose word surpassed its wave,
Is still omnipotent to save.
3Saviour! thy love is still the sameAs when that healing word was spoke;Still in thine all-redeeming nameDwells power to burst the strongest yoke!O, be that power, that love, displayed,Help those whom thou alone canst aid.
3Saviour! thy love is still the same
As when that healing word was spoke;
Still in thine all-redeeming name
Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke!
O, be that power, that love, displayed,
Help those whom thou alone canst aid.
Barton.
350L. M. 6 lines.Come unto me, all ye that labor.Matt. 11:28.Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moanHath taught each scene the notes of woe;Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,And let thy tears forget to flow:Behold, the precious balm is foundTo lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.2Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;On Jesus cast thy weighty load;In him thy refuge find, thy rest,Safe in the mercy of thy God:Thy God’s thy Saviour—glorious word!O, hear, believe, and bless the Lord!
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Come unto me, all ye that labor.Matt. 11:28.
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moanHath taught each scene the notes of woe;Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,And let thy tears forget to flow:Behold, the precious balm is foundTo lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught each scene the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
2Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;On Jesus cast thy weighty load;In him thy refuge find, thy rest,Safe in the mercy of thy God:Thy God’s thy Saviour—glorious word!O, hear, believe, and bless the Lord!
2Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In him thy refuge find, thy rest,
Safe in the mercy of thy God:
Thy God’s thy Saviour—glorious word!
O, hear, believe, and bless the Lord!
351L. M.The Star of Bethlehem.When marshaled on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestud the sky,One star alone, of all the train,Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.2Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,From every host, from every gem;But one alone the Saviour speaks—It is the Star of Bethlehem.3Once on the raging seas I rode;The storm was loud, the night was dark,The ocean yawned, and rudely blowedThe wind that tossed my foundering bark.4Deep horror then my vitals froze;Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;When suddenly a star arose—It was the Star of Bethlehem.5It was my guide, my light, my all;It bade my dark forebodings cease;And through the storm and danger’s thrall,It led me to the port of peace.6Now safely moored, my perils o’er,I’ll sing, first in night’s diadem,For ever, and for evermore,The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.H. K. White.
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The Star of Bethlehem.
When marshaled on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestud the sky,One star alone, of all the train,Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.
When marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.
2Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,From every host, from every gem;But one alone the Saviour speaks—It is the Star of Bethlehem.
2Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks—
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
3Once on the raging seas I rode;The storm was loud, the night was dark,The ocean yawned, and rudely blowedThe wind that tossed my foundering bark.
3Once on the raging seas I rode;
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
4Deep horror then my vitals froze;Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;When suddenly a star arose—It was the Star of Bethlehem.
4Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose—
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
5It was my guide, my light, my all;It bade my dark forebodings cease;And through the storm and danger’s thrall,It led me to the port of peace.
5It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger’s thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6Now safely moored, my perils o’er,I’ll sing, first in night’s diadem,For ever, and for evermore,The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.
6Now safely moored, my perils o’er,
I’ll sing, first in night’s diadem,
For ever, and for evermore,
The Star—the Star of Bethlehem.
H. K. White.
352C. M.Power of faith.Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,And saves us from its snares;It yields support in all our toils,And softens all our cares.2The wounded conscience knows its powerThe healing balm to give;That balm the saddest heart can cheer,And make the dying live.3Unvailing wide the heavenly world,Where endless pleasures reign,It bids us seek our portion there,Nor bids us seek in vain.4There, still unshaken, would we restTill this frail body dies;And then, on faith’s triumphant wing,To endless glory rise.Watts.
C. M.
Power of faith.
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,And saves us from its snares;It yields support in all our toils,And softens all our cares.
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;
It yields support in all our toils,
And softens all our cares.
2The wounded conscience knows its powerThe healing balm to give;That balm the saddest heart can cheer,And make the dying live.
2The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
3Unvailing wide the heavenly world,Where endless pleasures reign,It bids us seek our portion there,Nor bids us seek in vain.
3Unvailing wide the heavenly world,
Where endless pleasures reign,
It bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.
4There, still unshaken, would we restTill this frail body dies;And then, on faith’s triumphant wing,To endless glory rise.
4There, still unshaken, would we rest
Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith’s triumphant wing,
To endless glory rise.
Watts.
353C. M.Increase our faith.Luke 17:5.O for a faith that will not shrink,Though pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!2That will not murmur nor complainBeneath the chastening rod,But, in the hour of grief or pain,Will lean upon its God;3A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That, when in danger, knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;4That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown,Nor heeds its scornful smile;That seas of trouble can not drown,Nor Satan’s arts beguile.5A faith that keeps the narrow wayTill life’s last hour is fled,And with a pure and heavenly ray,Lights up a dying bed.6Lord, 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.Bath Coll.
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Increase our faith.Luke 17:5.
O for a faith that will not shrink,Though pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!
O for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!
2That will not murmur nor complainBeneath the chastening rod,But, in the hour of grief or pain,Will lean upon its God;
2That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God;
3A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That, when in danger, knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;
3A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
4That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown,Nor heeds its scornful smile;That seas of trouble can not drown,Nor Satan’s arts beguile.
4That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That seas of trouble can not drown,
Nor Satan’s arts beguile.
5A faith that keeps the narrow wayTill life’s last hour is fled,And with a pure and heavenly ray,Lights up a dying bed.
5A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life’s last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray,
Lights up a dying bed.
6Lord, 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.
6Lord, 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.
Bath Coll.
354C. M.A living faith.Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,And make their empty boastOf inward joys, and sins forgiven,While they are slaves to lust!2How vain are fancy’s airy flights,If faith be cold and dead!None but a living power unitesTo Christ, the living Head.3’Tis faith that purifies the heart;’Tis faith that works by love;That bids all sinful joys depart,And lifts the thoughts above.4Faith must obey our Father’s will,As well as trust his grace;A pardoning God requires us stillTo walk in all his ways.5This faith shall every fear controlBy its celestial power,With holy triumph fill the soulIn death’s approaching hour.Watts.
C. M.
A living faith.
Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,And make their empty boastOf inward joys, and sins forgiven,While they are slaves to lust!
Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!
2How vain are fancy’s airy flights,If faith be cold and dead!None but a living power unitesTo Christ, the living Head.
2How vain are fancy’s airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead!
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head.
3’Tis faith that purifies the heart;’Tis faith that works by love;That bids all sinful joys depart,And lifts the thoughts above.
3’Tis faith that purifies the heart;
’Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
4Faith must obey our Father’s will,As well as trust his grace;A pardoning God requires us stillTo walk in all his ways.
4Faith must obey our Father’s will,
As well as trust his grace;
A pardoning God requires us still
To walk in all his ways.
5This faith shall every fear controlBy its celestial power,With holy triumph fill the soulIn death’s approaching hour.
5This faith shall every fear control
By its celestial power,
With holy triumph fill the soul
In death’s approaching hour.
Watts.
355C. M.Glorying in the cross.Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame,And bear the cross for me?And shall I fear to own thy name,Or thy disciple be?2Forbid it, Lord, that I should dreadTo suffer shame or loss;O, let me in thy footsteps tread,And glory in thy cross.Kirkham.
C. M.
Glorying in the cross.
Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame,And bear the cross for me?And shall I fear to own thy name,Or thy disciple be?
Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?
2Forbid it, Lord, that I should dreadTo suffer shame or loss;O, let me in thy footsteps tread,And glory in thy cross.
2Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread
To suffer shame or loss;
O, let me in thy footsteps tread,
And glory in thy cross.
Kirkham.
356C. M.Call to repentance.Repent! the voice celestial cries,No longer dare delay:The soul that scorns the mandate dies,And meets a fiery day.2No more the sovereign eye of GodO’erlooks the crimes of men;His heralds now are sent abroadTo warn the world of sin.3O sinners! in his presence bow,And all your guilt confess;Accept the offered Saviour nowNor trifle with his grace.4Soon will the awful trumpet sound,And call you to his bar;His mercy knows the appointed bound,And yields to justice there.5Amazing love—that yet will call,And yet prolong our days!Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,And weep, and love, and praise.Doddridge.
C. M.
Call to repentance.
Repent! the voice celestial cries,No longer dare delay:The soul that scorns the mandate dies,And meets a fiery day.
Repent! the voice celestial cries,
No longer dare delay:
The soul that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.
2No more the sovereign eye of GodO’erlooks the crimes of men;His heralds now are sent abroadTo warn the world of sin.
2No more the sovereign eye of God
O’erlooks the crimes of men;
His heralds now are sent abroad
To warn the world of sin.
3O sinners! in his presence bow,And all your guilt confess;Accept the offered Saviour nowNor trifle with his grace.
3O sinners! in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now
Nor trifle with his grace.
4Soon will the awful trumpet sound,And call you to his bar;His mercy knows the appointed bound,And yields to justice there.
4Soon will the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar;
His mercy knows the appointed bound,
And yields to justice there.
5Amazing love—that yet will call,And yet prolong our days!Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,And weep, and love, and praise.
5Amazing love—that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.
Doddridge.
357C. M.God giveth grace to the humble.Come, let us to the Lord our God,With contrite hearts return!Our God is gracious, nor will leaveThe desolate to mourn.2His voice commands the tempest forth,And stills the stormy wave;And though his arm be strong to smite,’Tis also strong to save.3Our hearts, if God we seek to know,Shall know him and rejoice;His coming like the morn shall be;Like morning songs his voice.4As dew upon the tender herb,Diffusing fragrance round;As showers that usher in the spring,And cheer the thirsty ground:5So shall his presence bless our souls,And shed a joyful lightThat hallowed morn shall chase awayThe sorrows of the night.Morrison.
C. M.
God giveth grace to the humble.
Come, let us to the Lord our God,With contrite hearts return!Our God is gracious, nor will leaveThe desolate to mourn.
Come, let us to the Lord our God,
With contrite hearts return!
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
2His voice commands the tempest forth,And stills the stormy wave;And though his arm be strong to smite,’Tis also strong to save.
2His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though his arm be strong to smite,
’Tis also strong to save.
3Our hearts, if God we seek to know,Shall know him and rejoice;His coming like the morn shall be;Like morning songs his voice.
3Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know him and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be;
Like morning songs his voice.
4As dew upon the tender herb,Diffusing fragrance round;As showers that usher in the spring,And cheer the thirsty ground:
4As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground:
5So shall his presence bless our souls,And shed a joyful lightThat hallowed morn shall chase awayThe sorrows of the night.
5So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
Morrison.
358C. M.There is joy over one sinner, etc.Luke 15:7.O how divine, how sweet the joy,When but one sinner turns,And, with a humble, broken heart,His sins and errors mourns!2Pleased with the news, the saints below,In songs their tongues employ;Beyond the skies the tidings go,And heaven is filled with joy.3Well pleased the Father sees, and hearsThe conscious sinner’s moan;Jesus receives him in his arms,And claims him for his own.4Nor angels can their joy contain,But kindle with new fire;“The sinner lost is found,” they sing,And strike the sounding lyre.Needham.
C. M.
There is joy over one sinner, etc.Luke 15:7.
O how divine, how sweet the joy,When but one sinner turns,And, with a humble, broken heart,His sins and errors mourns!
O how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And, with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!
2Pleased with the news, the saints below,In songs their tongues employ;Beyond the skies the tidings go,And heaven is filled with joy.
2Pleased with the news, the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is filled with joy.
3Well pleased the Father sees, and hearsThe conscious sinner’s moan;Jesus receives him in his arms,And claims him for his own.
3Well pleased the Father sees, and hears
The conscious sinner’s moan;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
4Nor angels can their joy contain,But kindle with new fire;“The sinner lost is found,” they sing,And strike the sounding lyre.
4Nor angels can their joy contain,
But kindle with new fire;
“The sinner lost is found,” they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
Needham.
359C. M.The heart’s surrender.Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart;Possess thy humble throne;Bid every rival hence depart,And claim me for thine own.2The world and Satan I forsake—To thee, I all resign;My longing heart, O Jesus! take,And fill with love divine.3O! may I never turn aside,Nor from thy bosom flee;Let nothing here my heart divide—I give it all to thee.Bourne’s Coll.
C. M.
The heart’s surrender.
Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart;Possess thy humble throne;Bid every rival hence depart,And claim me for thine own.
Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart;
Possess thy humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,
And claim me for thine own.
2The world and Satan I forsake—To thee, I all resign;My longing heart, O Jesus! take,And fill with love divine.
2The world and Satan I forsake—
To thee, I all resign;
My longing heart, O Jesus! take,
And fill with love divine.
3O! may I never turn aside,Nor from thy bosom flee;Let nothing here my heart divide—I give it all to thee.
3O! may I never turn aside,
Nor from thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide—
I give it all to thee.
Bourne’s Coll.
360C. M.Whoso forsaketh not all that he hath.Luke 14:33.And must I part with all I have,Jesus, my Lord! for thee?This is my joy, since thou hast doneMuch more than this for me.2Yes, let it go; one look from theeWill more than make amendsFor all the losses I sustainOf credit, riches, friends.3Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,How worthless they appear,Compared with thee, supremely good,Divinely bright and fair.4Saviour of souls! while I from theeA single smile obtain,Though destitute of all things else,I’ll glory in my gain.Beddome.
C. M.
Whoso forsaketh not all that he hath.Luke 14:33.
And must I part with all I have,Jesus, my Lord! for thee?This is my joy, since thou hast doneMuch more than this for me.
And must I part with all I have,
Jesus, my Lord! for thee?
This is my joy, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
2Yes, let it go; one look from theeWill more than make amendsFor all the losses I sustainOf credit, riches, friends.
2Yes, let it go; one look from thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
3Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,How worthless they appear,Compared with thee, supremely good,Divinely bright and fair.
3Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair.
4Saviour of souls! while I from theeA single smile obtain,Though destitute of all things else,I’ll glory in my gain.
4Saviour of souls! while I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I’ll glory in my gain.
Beddome.
361C. M.A plea for mercy.Mercy alone can meet my case,For mercy, Lord, I cry;Jesus, Redeemer, show thy faceIn mercy, or I die.2I perish, and my doom were just;But wilt thou leave me? No!I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust;I will not let thee go.3To thee, thee only, will I cleave;Thy word is all my plea;That word is truth, and I believe—Have mercy, Lord, on me.Montgomery.
C. M.
A plea for mercy.
Mercy alone can meet my case,For mercy, Lord, I cry;Jesus, Redeemer, show thy faceIn mercy, or I die.
Mercy alone can meet my case,
For mercy, Lord, I cry;
Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face
In mercy, or I die.
2I perish, and my doom were just;But wilt thou leave me? No!I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust;I will not let thee go.
2I perish, and my doom were just;
But wilt thou leave me? No!
I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust;
I will not let thee go.
3To thee, thee only, will I cleave;Thy word is all my plea;That word is truth, and I believe—Have mercy, Lord, on me.
3To thee, thee only, will I cleave;
Thy word is all my plea;
That word is truth, and I believe—
Have mercy, Lord, on me.
Montgomery.
362C. M.It is I: be not afraid.Matt. 14:27.When I sink down in gloom or fear,Hope blighted or delayed,Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,“’Tis I: be not afraid!”2Or, startled at some sudden blow,If fretful thoughts I feel,“Fear not, it is but I!” shall flowAs balm my wound to heal.3Nor will I quit thy way, though foesSome onward pass defend;From each rough voice the watchword goes,“Be not afraid! ... a friend!”4And O! when judgment’s trumpet clearAwakes me from the grave,Still in its echo may I hear,“’Tis Christ! he comes to save.”
C. M.
It is I: be not afraid.Matt. 14:27.
When I sink down in gloom or fear,Hope blighted or delayed,Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,“’Tis I: be not afraid!”
When I sink down in gloom or fear,
Hope blighted or delayed,
Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,
“’Tis I: be not afraid!”
2Or, startled at some sudden blow,If fretful thoughts I feel,“Fear not, it is but I!” shall flowAs balm my wound to heal.
2Or, startled at some sudden blow,
If fretful thoughts I feel,
“Fear not, it is but I!” shall flow
As balm my wound to heal.
3Nor will I quit thy way, though foesSome onward pass defend;From each rough voice the watchword goes,“Be not afraid! ... a friend!”
3Nor will I quit thy way, though foes
Some onward pass defend;
From each rough voice the watchword goes,
“Be not afraid! ... a friend!”
4And O! when judgment’s trumpet clearAwakes me from the grave,Still in its echo may I hear,“’Tis Christ! he comes to save.”
4And O! when judgment’s trumpet clear
Awakes me from the grave,
Still in its echo may I hear,
“’Tis Christ! he comes to save.”
363C. P. M.Christ our only hope.Desponding soul, O cease thy woe;Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go,In faith’s appointed way;Let not thy unbelieving fearsStill hold thee back—thy Saviour hears—From him no longer stay.2No works of thine can e’er impartA balm to heal thy wounded heart,Or solid comfort give;Turn, then, to him who freely gaveHis precious blood thy soul to save:E’en now he bids thee live.3Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly!His power and love are ever nighTo those who seek his face;Thy deepest guilt on him was laid;He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid;O, haste to share his grace.T. U. Walters.
C. P. M.
Christ our only hope.
Desponding soul, O cease thy woe;Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go,In faith’s appointed way;Let not thy unbelieving fearsStill hold thee back—thy Saviour hears—From him no longer stay.
Desponding soul, O cease thy woe;
Dry up thy tears; to Jesus go,
In faith’s appointed way;
Let not thy unbelieving fears
Still hold thee back—thy Saviour hears—
From him no longer stay.
2No works of thine can e’er impartA balm to heal thy wounded heart,Or solid comfort give;Turn, then, to him who freely gaveHis precious blood thy soul to save:E’en now he bids thee live.
2No works of thine can e’er impart
A balm to heal thy wounded heart,
Or solid comfort give;
Turn, then, to him who freely gave
His precious blood thy soul to save:
E’en now he bids thee live.
3Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly!His power and love are ever nighTo those who seek his face;Thy deepest guilt on him was laid;He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid;O, haste to share his grace.
3Helpless and lost, to Jesus fly!
His power and love are ever nigh
To those who seek his face;
Thy deepest guilt on him was laid;
He bore thy sins, thy ransom paid;
O, haste to share his grace.
T. U. Walters.
364S. M.You shall find rest for your souls.Matt. 11:29.Ah! what avails my strife,My wandering to and fro?Thou hast the words of endless life;Ah! whither should I go?2Thy condescending graceTo me did freely move;It calls me still to seek thy face,And stoops to ask my love.3Lord! at thy feet I fall;I long to be set free;I fain would now obey the call,And give up all for thee.C. Wesley.
S. M.
You shall find rest for your souls.Matt. 11:29.
Ah! what avails my strife,My wandering to and fro?Thou hast the words of endless life;Ah! whither should I go?
Ah! what avails my strife,
My wandering to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life;
Ah! whither should I go?
2Thy condescending graceTo me did freely move;It calls me still to seek thy face,And stoops to ask my love.
2Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
3Lord! at thy feet I fall;I long to be set free;I fain would now obey the call,And give up all for thee.
3Lord! at thy feet I fall;
I long to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
C. Wesley.
365S. M.Yielding.And can I yet delayMy little all to give?To tear my soul from earth awayFor Jesus to receive?2Nay, but I yield, I yield;I can hold out no more;I sink, by dying love compelled,And own thee conqueror.3Though late, I all forsake;My friends, my all, resign;Gracious Redeemer! take, O take,And seal me ever thine.4Come, and possess me whole,Nor hence again remove;Settle and fix my wavering soulWith all thy weight of love.5My one desire be this,Thy only love to know;To seek and taste no other bliss,No other good below.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Yielding.
And can I yet delayMy little all to give?To tear my soul from earth awayFor Jesus to receive?
And can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away
For Jesus to receive?
2Nay, but I yield, I yield;I can hold out no more;I sink, by dying love compelled,And own thee conqueror.
2Nay, but I yield, I yield;
I can hold out no more;
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror.
3Though late, I all forsake;My friends, my all, resign;Gracious Redeemer! take, O take,And seal me ever thine.
3Though late, I all forsake;
My friends, my all, resign;
Gracious Redeemer! take, O take,
And seal me ever thine.
4Come, and possess me whole,Nor hence again remove;Settle and fix my wavering soulWith all thy weight of love.
4Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wavering soul
With all thy weight of love.
5My one desire be this,Thy only love to know;To seek and taste no other bliss,No other good below.
5My one desire be this,
Thy only love to know;
To seek and taste no other bliss,
No other good below.
C. Wesley.
366S. M.God’s mercy to the penitent.Sweet is the friendly voiceWhich speaks of life and peace;Which bids the penitent rejoice,And sin and sorrow cease.2No balm on earth like thisCan cheer the contrite heart;No flattering dreams of earthly blissSuch pure delight impart.3Still merciful and kind,Thy mercy, Lord, reveal;The broken heart thy love can bind,The wounded spirit heal.4Thy presence shall restorePeace to my anxious breast;Lord, let my steps be drawn no moreFrom paths which thou hast blessed.Jervis.
S. M.
God’s mercy to the penitent.
Sweet is the friendly voiceWhich speaks of life and peace;Which bids the penitent rejoice,And sin and sorrow cease.
Sweet is the friendly voice
Which speaks of life and peace;
Which bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease.
2No balm on earth like thisCan cheer the contrite heart;No flattering dreams of earthly blissSuch pure delight impart.
2No balm on earth like this
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.
3Still merciful and kind,Thy mercy, Lord, reveal;The broken heart thy love can bind,The wounded spirit heal.
3Still merciful and kind,
Thy mercy, Lord, reveal;
The broken heart thy love can bind,
The wounded spirit heal.
4Thy presence shall restorePeace to my anxious breast;Lord, let my steps be drawn no moreFrom paths which thou hast blessed.
4Thy presence shall restore
Peace to my anxious breast;
Lord, let my steps be drawn no more
From paths which thou hast blessed.
Jervis.
3677s.Father, I have sinned.Luke 15:18.Love for all! and can it be?Can I hope it is for me?I, who strayed so long ago,Strayed so far, and fell so low!2I, the disobedient child,Wayward, passionate and wild;I, who left my Father’s homeIn forbidden ways to roam!3I, who spurned his loving hold,I, who would not be controlled;I, who would not hear his call,I, the willful prodigal!4I, who wasted and misspentEvery talent he had lent;I, who sinned again, again,Giving every passion rein!5To my Father can I go?At his feet myself I’ll throw,In his house there yet may bePlace, a servant’s place, for me.6See, my Father waiting stands;See, he reaches out his hands;God is love! I know, I see,Love for me—yes, even me.S. Longfellow.
7s.
Father, I have sinned.Luke 15:18.
Love for all! and can it be?Can I hope it is for me?I, who strayed so long ago,Strayed so far, and fell so low!
Love for all! and can it be?
Can I hope it is for me?
I, who strayed so long ago,
Strayed so far, and fell so low!
2I, the disobedient child,Wayward, passionate and wild;I, who left my Father’s homeIn forbidden ways to roam!
2I, the disobedient child,
Wayward, passionate and wild;
I, who left my Father’s home
In forbidden ways to roam!
3I, who spurned his loving hold,I, who would not be controlled;I, who would not hear his call,I, the willful prodigal!
3I, who spurned his loving hold,
I, who would not be controlled;
I, who would not hear his call,
I, the willful prodigal!
4I, who wasted and misspentEvery talent he had lent;I, who sinned again, again,Giving every passion rein!
4I, who wasted and misspent
Every talent he had lent;
I, who sinned again, again,
Giving every passion rein!
5To my Father can I go?At his feet myself I’ll throw,In his house there yet may bePlace, a servant’s place, for me.
5To my Father can I go?
At his feet myself I’ll throw,
In his house there yet may be
Place, a servant’s place, for me.
6See, my Father waiting stands;See, he reaches out his hands;God is love! I know, I see,Love for me—yes, even me.
6See, my Father waiting stands;
See, he reaches out his hands;
God is love! I know, I see,
Love for me—yes, even me.
S. Longfellow.
3687s.Sighing for home.People of the living God!I have sought the world around,Paths of sin and sorrow trod,Peace and comfort nowhere found.2Now to you my spirit turns,Turns, a fugitive unblessed;Brethren! where your altar burns,O receive me into rest.3Lonely I no longer roam,Like the cloud, the wind, the wave:Where you dwell shall be my home,Where you die shall be my grave.4Mine the God whom you adore,Your Redeemer shall be mine;Earth can fill my heart no more,Every idol I resign.5Tell me not of gain or loss,Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power;Welcome! poverty and cross,Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour.6“Follow me!” I know thy voice,Jesus, Lord! thy steps I see;Now I take thy yoke by choice;Light thy burden now to me.Montgomery.
7s.
Sighing for home.
People of the living God!I have sought the world around,Paths of sin and sorrow trod,Peace and comfort nowhere found.
People of the living God!
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found.
2Now to you my spirit turns,Turns, a fugitive unblessed;Brethren! where your altar burns,O receive me into rest.
2Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblessed;
Brethren! where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.
3Lonely I no longer roam,Like the cloud, the wind, the wave:Where you dwell shall be my home,Where you die shall be my grave.
3Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave:
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave.
4Mine the God whom you adore,Your Redeemer shall be mine;Earth can fill my heart no more,Every idol I resign.
4Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my heart no more,
Every idol I resign.
5Tell me not of gain or loss,Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power;Welcome! poverty and cross,Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour.
5Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power;
Welcome! poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour.
6“Follow me!” I know thy voice,Jesus, Lord! thy steps I see;Now I take thy yoke by choice;Light thy burden now to me.
6“Follow me!” I know thy voice,
Jesus, Lord! thy steps I see;
Now I take thy yoke by choice;
Light thy burden now to me.
Montgomery.
3697s, double.Longing for rest.Does the gospel word proclaimRest for those that weary be?Then, my soul, put in thy claim—Sure that promise speaks to thee:Marks of grace I can not show,All polluted is my best;But I weary am, I know,And the weary long for rest.2Burdened with a load of sin,Harassed with tormenting doubt,Hourly conflicts from within,Hourly crosses from without;All my little strength is gone,Sink I must without supply;Sure upon the earth is noneCan more weary be than I.3In the ark the weary doveFound a welcome resting-place;Thus my spirit longs to proveRest in Christ, the Ark of grace;Tempest-tossed I long have been,And the flood increases fast;Open, Lord, and take me in,Till the storm be overpast!Newton.
7s, double.
Longing for rest.
Does the gospel word proclaimRest for those that weary be?Then, my soul, put in thy claim—Sure that promise speaks to thee:Marks of grace I can not show,All polluted is my best;But I weary am, I know,And the weary long for rest.
Does the gospel word proclaim
Rest for those that weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim—
Sure that promise speaks to thee:
Marks of grace I can not show,
All polluted is my best;
But I weary am, I know,
And the weary long for rest.
2Burdened with a load of sin,Harassed with tormenting doubt,Hourly conflicts from within,Hourly crosses from without;All my little strength is gone,Sink I must without supply;Sure upon the earth is noneCan more weary be than I.
2Burdened with a load of sin,
Harassed with tormenting doubt,
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without;
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must without supply;
Sure upon the earth is none
Can more weary be than I.
3In the ark the weary doveFound a welcome resting-place;Thus my spirit longs to proveRest in Christ, the Ark of grace;Tempest-tossed I long have been,And the flood increases fast;Open, Lord, and take me in,Till the storm be overpast!
3In the ark the weary dove
Found a welcome resting-place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace;
Tempest-tossed I long have been,
And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in,
Till the storm be overpast!
Newton.
3707s.Forward.Exodus 14:15.When we can not see our way,Let us trust, and still obey;He who bids us forward go,Can not fail the way to show.2Though the sea be deep and wide,Though a passage seem denied;Fearless let us still proceed,Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.3Though it seems the gloom of night,Though we see no ray of light;Since the Lord himself is there,’Tis not meet that we should fear.4Night with him is never night;Where he is, there all is light;When he calls us, why delay?They are happy who obey.5Be it ours, then, while we’re here,Him to follow without fear;Where he calls us, there to go,What he bids us, that to do.
7s.
Forward.Exodus 14:15.
When we can not see our way,Let us trust, and still obey;He who bids us forward go,Can not fail the way to show.
When we can not see our way,
Let us trust, and still obey;
He who bids us forward go,
Can not fail the way to show.
2Though the sea be deep and wide,Though a passage seem denied;Fearless let us still proceed,Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.
2Though the sea be deep and wide,
Though a passage seem denied;
Fearless let us still proceed,
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.
3Though it seems the gloom of night,Though we see no ray of light;Since the Lord himself is there,’Tis not meet that we should fear.
3Though it seems the gloom of night,
Though we see no ray of light;
Since the Lord himself is there,
’Tis not meet that we should fear.
4Night with him is never night;Where he is, there all is light;When he calls us, why delay?They are happy who obey.
4Night with him is never night;
Where he is, there all is light;
When he calls us, why delay?
They are happy who obey.
5Be it ours, then, while we’re here,Him to follow without fear;Where he calls us, there to go,What he bids us, that to do.
5Be it ours, then, while we’re here,
Him to follow without fear;
Where he calls us, there to go,
What he bids us, that to do.
3718s & 6s.The unseen Friend.O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,By faith to cling to thee!2Blest with this fellowship divine,Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;For, as the branches to the vine,My soul would cling to thee.3Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,Here have I found a place of rest;An exile still, yet not unblest,Because I cling to thee.4What though the world deceitful prove,And earthly friends and hopes remove;With patient, uncomplaining love,Still would I cling to thee.5Though oft I seem to tread aloneLife’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,Still whispers, “Cling to me!”6Though faith and hope are often tried,I ask not, need not aught beside;So safe, so calm, so satisfied,The soul that clings to thee!
8s & 6s.
The unseen Friend.
O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,By faith to cling to thee!
O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
2Blest with this fellowship divine,Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;For, as the branches to the vine,My soul would cling to thee.
2Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;
For, as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to thee.
3Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,Here have I found a place of rest;An exile still, yet not unblest,Because I cling to thee.
3Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here have I found a place of rest;
An exile still, yet not unblest,
Because I cling to thee.
4What though the world deceitful prove,And earthly friends and hopes remove;With patient, uncomplaining love,Still would I cling to thee.
4What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to thee.
5Though oft I seem to tread aloneLife’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,Still whispers, “Cling to me!”
5Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,
Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,
Still whispers, “Cling to me!”
6Though faith and hope are often tried,I ask not, need not aught beside;So safe, so calm, so satisfied,The soul that clings to thee!
6Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to thee!
3726s.Cling to the Crucified.Cling to the Crucified!His eye shall guard thee well—For thee, fast from his side,The crimson current fell.2Cling to the Crucified!My weary feet in peaceHis tender hand shall guideTill all thy wanderings cease.3Cling to the Crucified!His love the golden doorFor thee shall open wide,And bless thee evermore.
6s.
Cling to the Crucified.
Cling to the Crucified!His eye shall guard thee well—For thee, fast from his side,The crimson current fell.
Cling to the Crucified!
His eye shall guard thee well—
For thee, fast from his side,
The crimson current fell.
2Cling to the Crucified!My weary feet in peaceHis tender hand shall guideTill all thy wanderings cease.
2Cling to the Crucified!
My weary feet in peace
His tender hand shall guide
Till all thy wanderings cease.
3Cling to the Crucified!His love the golden doorFor thee shall open wide,And bless thee evermore.
3Cling to the Crucified!
His love the golden door
For thee shall open wide,
And bless thee evermore.
BAPTISM.373L. M.Ashamed of Jesus.Jesus, and shall it ever be,A mortal man ashamed of thee:Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glory shines through endless days.2Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner farLet evening blush to own a star!He sheds the beams of light divineO’er this benighted soul of mine.3Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soonLet morning be ashamed of noon;’Tis midnight with my soul, till he,Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.4Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,On whom my hopes of heaven depend!No! when I blush, be this my shame,That I no more revere his name.5Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,When I’ve no guilt to wash away,No tear to wipe, no good to crave,No fears to quell, no soul to save.6Till then—nor is my boasting vain—Till then I’ll boast a Saviour slain!And O! may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me!7His institutions would I prize,Take up my cross, the shame despise—Dare to defend his noble cause,And yield obedience to his laws.Gregg.374L. M.The spirit of obedience.We love thy name, we love thy laws,And joyfully embrace thy cause;We love thy cross, the shame, the pain,O Lamb of God, for sinners slain.2We sink beneath the mystic flood;O, bathe us in thy cleansing blood;We die to sin, and seek a grave,With thee, beneath the yielding wave.3And as we rise, with thee to live,O, let the Holy Spirit giveThe sealing unction from above,The breath of life, the fire of love.375L. M.Following.Jesus my all to heaven has gone,He whom I fix my hopes upon;His path I see, and I’ll pursueThe narrow way, till him I view.2The way the holy prophets went,The road that leads from banishment,The King’s highway of holiness—I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.Cennick.376L. M.Christ’s example.Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave,And meekly sought a watery grave;Come see the sacred path he trod,A path well-pleasing to our God.2His voice we hear, his footsteps trace,And hither come to seek his face,To do his will, to feel his love,And join our songs with songs above.3Hosanna to the Lamb divine!Let endless glories round him shine!High o’er the heavens for ever reign,O Lamb of God! for sinners slain!377L. M.The baptism of Jesus.Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb,Who loved our race ere time began,Who vailed his Godhead in our clay,And in an humble manger lay.2To Jordan’s stream the Spirit led,To mark the path his saints should tread;With joy they trace the sacred way,To see the place where Jesus lay.3Baptized by John in Jordan’s wave,The Saviour left his watery grave;Heaven owned the deed, approved the way,And blessed the place where Jesus lay.4Come, all who love his precious name;Come tread his steps, and learn of him;Happy beyond expression theyWho find the place where Jesus lay.378L. M.A baptismal hymn.The great Redeemer we adore,Who came the lost to seek and save—Went humbly down from Jordan’s shoreTo find a tomb beneath its wave!2With thee into thy watery tomb,Lord, ’tis our glory to descend;’Tis wondrous grace that gives us roomTo share the grave of such a friend.3Yet, as the yielding waves give wayTo let us see the light again,So, on the resurrection day,The bands of death proved weak and vain.4Thus, when thou shalt again appear,The gates of death shall open wide:Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,And rise and triumph at thy side.Stennett.379L. M.If any man serve me, etc.John 12:26.See how the willing converts traceThe path their great Redeemer trod:And follow through his liquid graveThe meek, the lowly Son of God!2Here they renounce their former deeds,And to a heavenly life aspire,Their rags for glorious robes exchanged,They shine in clean and bright attire.3O sacred rite, by thee the nameOf Jesus we to own begin;This is our resurrection pledge,Pledge of the pardon of our sin.4Glory to God on high be given,Who shows his grace to sinful men;Let saints on earth, and hosts in heaven,In concert join their loud Amen.Stennett.380C. M.Hinder me not.Gen. 24:56.In all my Lord’s appointed ways,My journey I’ll pursue;Hinder me not, you much-loved saints,For I must go with you.2Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,I’ll follow where he goes;Hinder me not, shall be my cry,Though earth and hell oppose.3Through trials and through sufferings too,I’ll go at his command;Hinder me not, for I am boundTo my Immanuel’s land.4And when my Saviour calls me home,Still this my cry shall be—Hinder me not—come, welcome death—I’ll gladly go with thee.Ryland.381C. M.He that is ashamed of me, and of my word.Mark 8:38.Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdainThe mean, ungenerous thought;Shall we disown that friend whose bloodTo man salvation brought?2With the glad news of love and peace,From heaven to earth he came;For us endured the painful cross,For us despised the shame.3To his command let us submitOurselves without delay;Our lives—yea, thousand lives of ours,His love can ne’er repay.4Each faithful follower Jesus viewsWith infinite delight;Their lives to him are dear—their deathIs precious in his sight.5To bear his name—his cross to bear—Our highest honor this!Who nobly suffers for him now,Shall reign with him in bliss.382C. M.He left us an example.Buried beneath the yielding wave,The great Redeemer lies;Faith views him in the watery grave,And thence beholds him rise.2With joy we in his footsteps tread,And would his cause maintain,Like him be numbered with the dead,And with him rise and reign.3Now, blest Redeemer, we to theeOur grateful voices raise;Washed in the fountain of thy blood,Our lives shall be thy praise.383C. M.Lord, if thou wilt, etc.Matt. 8:2.O Lord, and will thy pardoning loveEmbrace a wretch so vile?Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,And bless me with thy smile?2Hast thou the cross for me endured,And all its shame despised?And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,With thee to be baptized?3Didst thou the great example lead,In Jordan’s swelling flood!And shall my pride disdain the deed,That’s worthy of my God!4O Lord, the ardor of thy loveReproves my cold delays;And now my willing footsteps moveIn thy delightful ways.384C. M.The Holy Spirit descended, etc.Luke 3:22.Meekly in Jordan’s flowing streamThe great Redeemer bowed;Bright was the glory’s sacred beamThat hushed the wondering crowd.2Thus God descended to approveThe deed that Christ had done;Thus came the emblematic Dove,And hovered over the Son.3So may the Spirit come to-dayTo our baptismal scene;Let thoughts of earth be far away,And every mind serene.4This day we give to holy joy;This day to heaven belongs;Raised to new life, we will employIn melody our tongues.S. F. Smith.385C. M.I come to do thy will.Heb. 10:7.“I come,” the great Redeemer cries,“To do thy will, O Lord!”At Jordan’s flood, behold! he sealsThe sure prophetic word.2“Thus it becomes us to fulfillAll righteousness,” he said;He spake obedient, and beneathThe yielding wave was laid.3Hark! a glad voice—the Father speaks,From heaven’s exalted hight;“This is my Son, my well beloved,In whom I do delight.”4Jesus, the Saviour, well beloved!His name we will profess,Like him, desirous to fulfillEach law of righteousness.5No more we’ll count ourselves our own,But his in bonds of love;O! may such bonds for ever drawOur souls to things above.386S. M.Math. 3:16.Come and behold the placeWhere once your Saviour lay;Confess that he is Lord of all,And humble homage pay.2Laid in the watery grave,He quickly rose again;Buried with him, we too shall rise,And endless life obtain.3Now may the Spirit crown,With tokens of his grace,The solemn service of this day,And bid us go in peace.387S. M.The same.Saviour, thy law we love,Thy pure example bless,And with a firm, unwavering zeal,Would in thy footsteps press.2Not to the fiery painsBy which the martyrs bled;Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,Our favored feet are led—3But, at this peaceful tide,Assembled in thy fear,The homage of obedient hearts,We humbly offer here.388S. M.Follow thou me.John 21:22.Here, Saviour, we would come,In thine appointed way;Obedient to thy high commands,Our solemn vows we pay.2O, bless this sacred rite,To bring us near to thee;And may we find that as our day,Our strength shall also be.389S. M.Thus it becometh us.Matt. 3:15.With willing hearts we treadThe path the Saviour trod;We love th’ example of our Head,The glorious Lamb of God.2On thee, on thee alone,Our hope and faith rely;O thou who didst for sin atone,Who didst for sinners die.3We trust thy sacrifice,To thy dear cross we flee;O, may we die to sin, and riseTo life and bliss in thee.3907s, 6 lines.Lord, save me.Matt. 14:30.Jesus, Lamb of God, for meThou, the Lord of life, didst die;Whither—whither, but to thee,Can a trembling sinner fly?Death’s dark waters o’er me roll,Save, O save, my sinking soul!2Never bowed a martyred head,Weighed with equal sorrow down;Never blood so rich was shed,Never king wore such a crown!To thy cross and sacrifice,Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.3All my soul, by love subdued,Melts in deep contrition there;By thy mighty grace renewed,New-born hope forbids despair;Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive,Thou hast bid me look and live.4While with broken heart I kneel,Sinks the inward storm to rest;Life—immortal life—I feelKindled in my throbbing breast;Thine—for ever thine—I am,Glory to the bleeding Lamb!Ray Palmer.3917s.And hath washed us from our sins, etc.Rev. 1:5.Jesus, to thy wounds I fly;Purge my sins of deepest dye;Lamb of God, for sinners slain,Wash away my crimson stain.2Purge me in that sacred flood,In that fountain of thy blood;Then thy Father’s eye shall seeNot a spot of guilt in me.C. Wesley.3927s, 6 lines.He is our peace.Eph. 2:14.Weary souls that wander wideFrom the central point of bliss,Turn to Jesus crucified;Fly to those dear wounds of his;Sink into the purple flood,Rise into the life of God.2Find in Christ the way of peacePeace unspeakable, unknown;By his pain he gives you ease,Life, by his expiring groan;Rise, exalted by his fall;Find in Christ your all in all.3O believe the record true,God to you his Son hath given!You may now be happy too;Find on earth the life of heaven;Live the life of heaven above,All the life of glorious love.C. Wesley.3938s & 7s.Hear and obey.Humble souls, who seek salvationThrough the Lamb’s redeeming blood,Hear the voice of revelation;Tread the path that Jesus trod.2Hear the blest Redeemer call you;Listen to his heavenly voice;Dread no ills that can befall you,While you make his way your choice.3Plainly here his footsteps tracing,Follow him without delay,Gladly his command embracing;Lo! your Captain leads the way.Fawcett.3948s, 7s & 4.Calling on the name of the Lord.Acts 22:16.Gracious Saviour, we adore thee;Purchased by thy precious bloodWe present ourselves before thee,Now to walk the narrow road:Saviour guide us—Guide us to our heavenly home.2Thou didst mark our path of duty;Thou wast laid beneath the wave;Thou didst rise in glorious beauty,From the semblance of the grave;May we followIn the same delightful way.Cutting.
373L. M.Ashamed of Jesus.Jesus, and shall it ever be,A mortal man ashamed of thee:Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glory shines through endless days.2Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner farLet evening blush to own a star!He sheds the beams of light divineO’er this benighted soul of mine.3Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soonLet morning be ashamed of noon;’Tis midnight with my soul, till he,Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.4Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,On whom my hopes of heaven depend!No! when I blush, be this my shame,That I no more revere his name.5Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,When I’ve no guilt to wash away,No tear to wipe, no good to crave,No fears to quell, no soul to save.6Till then—nor is my boasting vain—Till then I’ll boast a Saviour slain!And O! may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me!7His institutions would I prize,Take up my cross, the shame despise—Dare to defend his noble cause,And yield obedience to his laws.Gregg.
L. M.
Ashamed of Jesus.
Jesus, and shall it ever be,A mortal man ashamed of thee:Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glory shines through endless days.
Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee:
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through endless days.
2Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner farLet evening blush to own a star!He sheds the beams of light divineO’er this benighted soul of mine.
2Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star!
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.
3Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soonLet morning be ashamed of noon;’Tis midnight with my soul, till he,Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
3Ashamed of Jesus! Just as soon
Let morning be ashamed of noon;
’Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
4Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,On whom my hopes of heaven depend!No! when I blush, be this my shame,That I no more revere his name.
4Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
5Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,When I’ve no guilt to wash away,No tear to wipe, no good to crave,No fears to quell, no soul to save.
5Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6Till then—nor is my boasting vain—Till then I’ll boast a Saviour slain!And O! may this my glory be,That Christ is not ashamed of me!
6Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then I’ll boast a Saviour slain!
And O! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
7His institutions would I prize,Take up my cross, the shame despise—Dare to defend his noble cause,And yield obedience to his laws.
7His institutions would I prize,
Take up my cross, the shame despise—
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.
Gregg.
374L. M.The spirit of obedience.We love thy name, we love thy laws,And joyfully embrace thy cause;We love thy cross, the shame, the pain,O Lamb of God, for sinners slain.2We sink beneath the mystic flood;O, bathe us in thy cleansing blood;We die to sin, and seek a grave,With thee, beneath the yielding wave.3And as we rise, with thee to live,O, let the Holy Spirit giveThe sealing unction from above,The breath of life, the fire of love.
L. M.
The spirit of obedience.
We love thy name, we love thy laws,And joyfully embrace thy cause;We love thy cross, the shame, the pain,O Lamb of God, for sinners slain.
We love thy name, we love thy laws,
And joyfully embrace thy cause;
We love thy cross, the shame, the pain,
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain.
2We sink beneath the mystic flood;O, bathe us in thy cleansing blood;We die to sin, and seek a grave,With thee, beneath the yielding wave.
2We sink beneath the mystic flood;
O, bathe us in thy cleansing blood;
We die to sin, and seek a grave,
With thee, beneath the yielding wave.
3And as we rise, with thee to live,O, let the Holy Spirit giveThe sealing unction from above,The breath of life, the fire of love.
3And as we rise, with thee to live,
O, let the Holy Spirit give
The sealing unction from above,
The breath of life, the fire of love.
375L. M.Following.Jesus my all to heaven has gone,He whom I fix my hopes upon;His path I see, and I’ll pursueThe narrow way, till him I view.2The way the holy prophets went,The road that leads from banishment,The King’s highway of holiness—I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.Cennick.
L. M.
Following.
Jesus my all to heaven has gone,He whom I fix my hopes upon;His path I see, and I’ll pursueThe narrow way, till him I view.
Jesus my all to heaven has gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His path I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2The way the holy prophets went,The road that leads from banishment,The King’s highway of holiness—I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.
2The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King’s highway of holiness—
I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.
Cennick.
376L. M.Christ’s example.Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave,And meekly sought a watery grave;Come see the sacred path he trod,A path well-pleasing to our God.2His voice we hear, his footsteps trace,And hither come to seek his face,To do his will, to feel his love,And join our songs with songs above.3Hosanna to the Lamb divine!Let endless glories round him shine!High o’er the heavens for ever reign,O Lamb of God! for sinners slain!
L. M.
Christ’s example.
Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave,And meekly sought a watery grave;Come see the sacred path he trod,A path well-pleasing to our God.
Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave,
And meekly sought a watery grave;
Come see the sacred path he trod,
A path well-pleasing to our God.
2His voice we hear, his footsteps trace,And hither come to seek his face,To do his will, to feel his love,And join our songs with songs above.
2His voice we hear, his footsteps trace,
And hither come to seek his face,
To do his will, to feel his love,
And join our songs with songs above.
3Hosanna to the Lamb divine!Let endless glories round him shine!High o’er the heavens for ever reign,O Lamb of God! for sinners slain!
3Hosanna to the Lamb divine!
Let endless glories round him shine!
High o’er the heavens for ever reign,
O Lamb of God! for sinners slain!
377L. M.The baptism of Jesus.Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb,Who loved our race ere time began,Who vailed his Godhead in our clay,And in an humble manger lay.2To Jordan’s stream the Spirit led,To mark the path his saints should tread;With joy they trace the sacred way,To see the place where Jesus lay.3Baptized by John in Jordan’s wave,The Saviour left his watery grave;Heaven owned the deed, approved the way,And blessed the place where Jesus lay.4Come, all who love his precious name;Come tread his steps, and learn of him;Happy beyond expression theyWho find the place where Jesus lay.
L. M.
The baptism of Jesus.
Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb,Who loved our race ere time began,Who vailed his Godhead in our clay,And in an humble manger lay.
Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb,
Who loved our race ere time began,
Who vailed his Godhead in our clay,
And in an humble manger lay.
2To Jordan’s stream the Spirit led,To mark the path his saints should tread;With joy they trace the sacred way,To see the place where Jesus lay.
2To Jordan’s stream the Spirit led,
To mark the path his saints should tread;
With joy they trace the sacred way,
To see the place where Jesus lay.
3Baptized by John in Jordan’s wave,The Saviour left his watery grave;Heaven owned the deed, approved the way,And blessed the place where Jesus lay.
3Baptized by John in Jordan’s wave,
The Saviour left his watery grave;
Heaven owned the deed, approved the way,
And blessed the place where Jesus lay.
4Come, all who love his precious name;Come tread his steps, and learn of him;Happy beyond expression theyWho find the place where Jesus lay.
4Come, all who love his precious name;
Come tread his steps, and learn of him;
Happy beyond expression they
Who find the place where Jesus lay.
378L. M.A baptismal hymn.The great Redeemer we adore,Who came the lost to seek and save—Went humbly down from Jordan’s shoreTo find a tomb beneath its wave!2With thee into thy watery tomb,Lord, ’tis our glory to descend;’Tis wondrous grace that gives us roomTo share the grave of such a friend.3Yet, as the yielding waves give wayTo let us see the light again,So, on the resurrection day,The bands of death proved weak and vain.4Thus, when thou shalt again appear,The gates of death shall open wide:Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,And rise and triumph at thy side.Stennett.
L. M.
A baptismal hymn.
The great Redeemer we adore,Who came the lost to seek and save—Went humbly down from Jordan’s shoreTo find a tomb beneath its wave!
The great Redeemer we adore,
Who came the lost to seek and save—
Went humbly down from Jordan’s shore
To find a tomb beneath its wave!
2With thee into thy watery tomb,Lord, ’tis our glory to descend;’Tis wondrous grace that gives us roomTo share the grave of such a friend.
2With thee into thy watery tomb,
Lord, ’tis our glory to descend;
’Tis wondrous grace that gives us room
To share the grave of such a friend.
3Yet, as the yielding waves give wayTo let us see the light again,So, on the resurrection day,The bands of death proved weak and vain.
3Yet, as the yielding waves give way
To let us see the light again,
So, on the resurrection day,
The bands of death proved weak and vain.
4Thus, when thou shalt again appear,The gates of death shall open wide:Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,And rise and triumph at thy side.
4Thus, when thou shalt again appear,
The gates of death shall open wide:
Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,
And rise and triumph at thy side.
Stennett.
379L. M.If any man serve me, etc.John 12:26.See how the willing converts traceThe path their great Redeemer trod:And follow through his liquid graveThe meek, the lowly Son of God!2Here they renounce their former deeds,And to a heavenly life aspire,Their rags for glorious robes exchanged,They shine in clean and bright attire.3O sacred rite, by thee the nameOf Jesus we to own begin;This is our resurrection pledge,Pledge of the pardon of our sin.4Glory to God on high be given,Who shows his grace to sinful men;Let saints on earth, and hosts in heaven,In concert join their loud Amen.Stennett.
L. M.
If any man serve me, etc.John 12:26.
See how the willing converts traceThe path their great Redeemer trod:And follow through his liquid graveThe meek, the lowly Son of God!
See how the willing converts trace
The path their great Redeemer trod:
And follow through his liquid grave
The meek, the lowly Son of God!
2Here they renounce their former deeds,And to a heavenly life aspire,Their rags for glorious robes exchanged,They shine in clean and bright attire.
2Here they renounce their former deeds,
And to a heavenly life aspire,
Their rags for glorious robes exchanged,
They shine in clean and bright attire.
3O sacred rite, by thee the nameOf Jesus we to own begin;This is our resurrection pledge,Pledge of the pardon of our sin.
3O sacred rite, by thee the name
Of Jesus we to own begin;
This is our resurrection pledge,
Pledge of the pardon of our sin.
4Glory to God on high be given,Who shows his grace to sinful men;Let saints on earth, and hosts in heaven,In concert join their loud Amen.
4Glory to God on high be given,
Who shows his grace to sinful men;
Let saints on earth, and hosts in heaven,
In concert join their loud Amen.
Stennett.
380C. M.Hinder me not.Gen. 24:56.In all my Lord’s appointed ways,My journey I’ll pursue;Hinder me not, you much-loved saints,For I must go with you.2Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,I’ll follow where he goes;Hinder me not, shall be my cry,Though earth and hell oppose.3Through trials and through sufferings too,I’ll go at his command;Hinder me not, for I am boundTo my Immanuel’s land.4And when my Saviour calls me home,Still this my cry shall be—Hinder me not—come, welcome death—I’ll gladly go with thee.Ryland.
C. M.
Hinder me not.Gen. 24:56.
In all my Lord’s appointed ways,My journey I’ll pursue;Hinder me not, you much-loved saints,For I must go with you.
In all my Lord’s appointed ways,
My journey I’ll pursue;
Hinder me not, you much-loved saints,
For I must go with you.
2Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,I’ll follow where he goes;Hinder me not, shall be my cry,Though earth and hell oppose.
2Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I’ll follow where he goes;
Hinder me not, shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.
3Through trials and through sufferings too,I’ll go at his command;Hinder me not, for I am boundTo my Immanuel’s land.
3Through trials and through sufferings too,
I’ll go at his command;
Hinder me not, for I am bound
To my Immanuel’s land.
4And when my Saviour calls me home,Still this my cry shall be—Hinder me not—come, welcome death—I’ll gladly go with thee.
4And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be—
Hinder me not—come, welcome death—
I’ll gladly go with thee.
Ryland.
381C. M.He that is ashamed of me, and of my word.Mark 8:38.Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdainThe mean, ungenerous thought;Shall we disown that friend whose bloodTo man salvation brought?2With the glad news of love and peace,From heaven to earth he came;For us endured the painful cross,For us despised the shame.3To his command let us submitOurselves without delay;Our lives—yea, thousand lives of ours,His love can ne’er repay.4Each faithful follower Jesus viewsWith infinite delight;Their lives to him are dear—their deathIs precious in his sight.5To bear his name—his cross to bear—Our highest honor this!Who nobly suffers for him now,Shall reign with him in bliss.
C. M.
He that is ashamed of me, and of my word.Mark 8:38.
Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdainThe mean, ungenerous thought;Shall we disown that friend whose bloodTo man salvation brought?
Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdain
The mean, ungenerous thought;
Shall we disown that friend whose blood
To man salvation brought?
2With the glad news of love and peace,From heaven to earth he came;For us endured the painful cross,For us despised the shame.
2With the glad news of love and peace,
From heaven to earth he came;
For us endured the painful cross,
For us despised the shame.
3To his command let us submitOurselves without delay;Our lives—yea, thousand lives of ours,His love can ne’er repay.
3To his command let us submit
Ourselves without delay;
Our lives—yea, thousand lives of ours,
His love can ne’er repay.
4Each faithful follower Jesus viewsWith infinite delight;Their lives to him are dear—their deathIs precious in his sight.
4Each faithful follower Jesus views
With infinite delight;
Their lives to him are dear—their death
Is precious in his sight.
5To bear his name—his cross to bear—Our highest honor this!Who nobly suffers for him now,Shall reign with him in bliss.
5To bear his name—his cross to bear—
Our highest honor this!
Who nobly suffers for him now,
Shall reign with him in bliss.
382C. M.He left us an example.Buried beneath the yielding wave,The great Redeemer lies;Faith views him in the watery grave,And thence beholds him rise.2With joy we in his footsteps tread,And would his cause maintain,Like him be numbered with the dead,And with him rise and reign.3Now, blest Redeemer, we to theeOur grateful voices raise;Washed in the fountain of thy blood,Our lives shall be thy praise.
C. M.
He left us an example.
Buried beneath the yielding wave,The great Redeemer lies;Faith views him in the watery grave,And thence beholds him rise.
Buried beneath the yielding wave,
The great Redeemer lies;
Faith views him in the watery grave,
And thence beholds him rise.
2With joy we in his footsteps tread,And would his cause maintain,Like him be numbered with the dead,And with him rise and reign.
2With joy we in his footsteps tread,
And would his cause maintain,
Like him be numbered with the dead,
And with him rise and reign.
3Now, blest Redeemer, we to theeOur grateful voices raise;Washed in the fountain of thy blood,Our lives shall be thy praise.
3Now, blest Redeemer, we to thee
Our grateful voices raise;
Washed in the fountain of thy blood,
Our lives shall be thy praise.
383C. M.Lord, if thou wilt, etc.Matt. 8:2.O Lord, and will thy pardoning loveEmbrace a wretch so vile?Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,And bless me with thy smile?2Hast thou the cross for me endured,And all its shame despised?And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,With thee to be baptized?3Didst thou the great example lead,In Jordan’s swelling flood!And shall my pride disdain the deed,That’s worthy of my God!4O Lord, the ardor of thy loveReproves my cold delays;And now my willing footsteps moveIn thy delightful ways.
C. M.
Lord, if thou wilt, etc.Matt. 8:2.
O Lord, and will thy pardoning loveEmbrace a wretch so vile?Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,And bless me with thy smile?
O Lord, and will thy pardoning love
Embrace a wretch so vile?
Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,
And bless me with thy smile?
2Hast thou the cross for me endured,And all its shame despised?And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,With thee to be baptized?
2Hast thou the cross for me endured,
And all its shame despised?
And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,
With thee to be baptized?
3Didst thou the great example lead,In Jordan’s swelling flood!And shall my pride disdain the deed,That’s worthy of my God!
3Didst thou the great example lead,
In Jordan’s swelling flood!
And shall my pride disdain the deed,
That’s worthy of my God!
4O Lord, the ardor of thy loveReproves my cold delays;And now my willing footsteps moveIn thy delightful ways.
4O Lord, the ardor of thy love
Reproves my cold delays;
And now my willing footsteps move
In thy delightful ways.
384C. M.The Holy Spirit descended, etc.Luke 3:22.Meekly in Jordan’s flowing streamThe great Redeemer bowed;Bright was the glory’s sacred beamThat hushed the wondering crowd.2Thus God descended to approveThe deed that Christ had done;Thus came the emblematic Dove,And hovered over the Son.3So may the Spirit come to-dayTo our baptismal scene;Let thoughts of earth be far away,And every mind serene.4This day we give to holy joy;This day to heaven belongs;Raised to new life, we will employIn melody our tongues.S. F. Smith.
C. M.
The Holy Spirit descended, etc.Luke 3:22.
Meekly in Jordan’s flowing streamThe great Redeemer bowed;Bright was the glory’s sacred beamThat hushed the wondering crowd.
Meekly in Jordan’s flowing stream
The great Redeemer bowed;
Bright was the glory’s sacred beam
That hushed the wondering crowd.
2Thus God descended to approveThe deed that Christ had done;Thus came the emblematic Dove,And hovered over the Son.
2Thus God descended to approve
The deed that Christ had done;
Thus came the emblematic Dove,
And hovered over the Son.
3So may the Spirit come to-dayTo our baptismal scene;Let thoughts of earth be far away,And every mind serene.
3So may the Spirit come to-day
To our baptismal scene;
Let thoughts of earth be far away,
And every mind serene.
4This day we give to holy joy;This day to heaven belongs;Raised to new life, we will employIn melody our tongues.
4This day we give to holy joy;
This day to heaven belongs;
Raised to new life, we will employ
In melody our tongues.
S. F. Smith.
385C. M.I come to do thy will.Heb. 10:7.“I come,” the great Redeemer cries,“To do thy will, O Lord!”At Jordan’s flood, behold! he sealsThe sure prophetic word.2“Thus it becomes us to fulfillAll righteousness,” he said;He spake obedient, and beneathThe yielding wave was laid.3Hark! a glad voice—the Father speaks,From heaven’s exalted hight;“This is my Son, my well beloved,In whom I do delight.”4Jesus, the Saviour, well beloved!His name we will profess,Like him, desirous to fulfillEach law of righteousness.5No more we’ll count ourselves our own,But his in bonds of love;O! may such bonds for ever drawOur souls to things above.
C. M.
I come to do thy will.Heb. 10:7.
“I come,” the great Redeemer cries,“To do thy will, O Lord!”At Jordan’s flood, behold! he sealsThe sure prophetic word.
“I come,” the great Redeemer cries,
“To do thy will, O Lord!”
At Jordan’s flood, behold! he seals
The sure prophetic word.
2“Thus it becomes us to fulfillAll righteousness,” he said;He spake obedient, and beneathThe yielding wave was laid.
2“Thus it becomes us to fulfill
All righteousness,” he said;
He spake obedient, and beneath
The yielding wave was laid.
3Hark! a glad voice—the Father speaks,From heaven’s exalted hight;“This is my Son, my well beloved,In whom I do delight.”
3Hark! a glad voice—the Father speaks,
From heaven’s exalted hight;
“This is my Son, my well beloved,
In whom I do delight.”
4Jesus, the Saviour, well beloved!His name we will profess,Like him, desirous to fulfillEach law of righteousness.
4Jesus, the Saviour, well beloved!
His name we will profess,
Like him, desirous to fulfill
Each law of righteousness.
5No more we’ll count ourselves our own,But his in bonds of love;O! may such bonds for ever drawOur souls to things above.
5No more we’ll count ourselves our own,
But his in bonds of love;
O! may such bonds for ever draw
Our souls to things above.
386S. M.Math. 3:16.Come and behold the placeWhere once your Saviour lay;Confess that he is Lord of all,And humble homage pay.2Laid in the watery grave,He quickly rose again;Buried with him, we too shall rise,And endless life obtain.3Now may the Spirit crown,With tokens of his grace,The solemn service of this day,And bid us go in peace.
S. M.
Math. 3:16.
Come and behold the placeWhere once your Saviour lay;Confess that he is Lord of all,And humble homage pay.
Come and behold the place
Where once your Saviour lay;
Confess that he is Lord of all,
And humble homage pay.
2Laid in the watery grave,He quickly rose again;Buried with him, we too shall rise,And endless life obtain.
2Laid in the watery grave,
He quickly rose again;
Buried with him, we too shall rise,
And endless life obtain.
3Now may the Spirit crown,With tokens of his grace,The solemn service of this day,And bid us go in peace.
3Now may the Spirit crown,
With tokens of his grace,
The solemn service of this day,
And bid us go in peace.
387S. M.The same.Saviour, thy law we love,Thy pure example bless,And with a firm, unwavering zeal,Would in thy footsteps press.2Not to the fiery painsBy which the martyrs bled;Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,Our favored feet are led—3But, at this peaceful tide,Assembled in thy fear,The homage of obedient hearts,We humbly offer here.
S. M.
The same.
Saviour, thy law we love,Thy pure example bless,And with a firm, unwavering zeal,Would in thy footsteps press.
Saviour, thy law we love,
Thy pure example bless,
And with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in thy footsteps press.
2Not to the fiery painsBy which the martyrs bled;Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,Our favored feet are led—
2Not to the fiery pains
By which the martyrs bled;
Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,
Our favored feet are led—
3But, at this peaceful tide,Assembled in thy fear,The homage of obedient hearts,We humbly offer here.
3But, at this peaceful tide,
Assembled in thy fear,
The homage of obedient hearts,
We humbly offer here.
388S. M.Follow thou me.John 21:22.Here, Saviour, we would come,In thine appointed way;Obedient to thy high commands,Our solemn vows we pay.2O, bless this sacred rite,To bring us near to thee;And may we find that as our day,Our strength shall also be.
S. M.
Follow thou me.John 21:22.
Here, Saviour, we would come,In thine appointed way;Obedient to thy high commands,Our solemn vows we pay.
Here, Saviour, we would come,
In thine appointed way;
Obedient to thy high commands,
Our solemn vows we pay.
2O, bless this sacred rite,To bring us near to thee;And may we find that as our day,Our strength shall also be.
2O, bless this sacred rite,
To bring us near to thee;
And may we find that as our day,
Our strength shall also be.
389S. M.Thus it becometh us.Matt. 3:15.With willing hearts we treadThe path the Saviour trod;We love th’ example of our Head,The glorious Lamb of God.2On thee, on thee alone,Our hope and faith rely;O thou who didst for sin atone,Who didst for sinners die.3We trust thy sacrifice,To thy dear cross we flee;O, may we die to sin, and riseTo life and bliss in thee.
S. M.
Thus it becometh us.Matt. 3:15.
With willing hearts we treadThe path the Saviour trod;We love th’ example of our Head,The glorious Lamb of God.
With willing hearts we tread
The path the Saviour trod;
We love th’ example of our Head,
The glorious Lamb of God.
2On thee, on thee alone,Our hope and faith rely;O thou who didst for sin atone,Who didst for sinners die.
2On thee, on thee alone,
Our hope and faith rely;
O thou who didst for sin atone,
Who didst for sinners die.
3We trust thy sacrifice,To thy dear cross we flee;O, may we die to sin, and riseTo life and bliss in thee.
3We trust thy sacrifice,
To thy dear cross we flee;
O, may we die to sin, and rise
To life and bliss in thee.
3907s, 6 lines.Lord, save me.Matt. 14:30.Jesus, Lamb of God, for meThou, the Lord of life, didst die;Whither—whither, but to thee,Can a trembling sinner fly?Death’s dark waters o’er me roll,Save, O save, my sinking soul!2Never bowed a martyred head,Weighed with equal sorrow down;Never blood so rich was shed,Never king wore such a crown!To thy cross and sacrifice,Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.3All my soul, by love subdued,Melts in deep contrition there;By thy mighty grace renewed,New-born hope forbids despair;Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive,Thou hast bid me look and live.4While with broken heart I kneel,Sinks the inward storm to rest;Life—immortal life—I feelKindled in my throbbing breast;Thine—for ever thine—I am,Glory to the bleeding Lamb!Ray Palmer.
7s, 6 lines.
Lord, save me.Matt. 14:30.
Jesus, Lamb of God, for meThou, the Lord of life, didst die;Whither—whither, but to thee,Can a trembling sinner fly?Death’s dark waters o’er me roll,Save, O save, my sinking soul!
Jesus, Lamb of God, for me
Thou, the Lord of life, didst die;
Whither—whither, but to thee,
Can a trembling sinner fly?
Death’s dark waters o’er me roll,
Save, O save, my sinking soul!
2Never bowed a martyred head,Weighed with equal sorrow down;Never blood so rich was shed,Never king wore such a crown!To thy cross and sacrifice,Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.
2Never bowed a martyred head,
Weighed with equal sorrow down;
Never blood so rich was shed,
Never king wore such a crown!
To thy cross and sacrifice,
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.
3All my soul, by love subdued,Melts in deep contrition there;By thy mighty grace renewed,New-born hope forbids despair;Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive,Thou hast bid me look and live.
3All my soul, by love subdued,
Melts in deep contrition there;
By thy mighty grace renewed,
New-born hope forbids despair;
Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive,
Thou hast bid me look and live.
4While with broken heart I kneel,Sinks the inward storm to rest;Life—immortal life—I feelKindled in my throbbing breast;Thine—for ever thine—I am,Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
4While with broken heart I kneel,
Sinks the inward storm to rest;
Life—immortal life—I feel
Kindled in my throbbing breast;
Thine—for ever thine—I am,
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
Ray Palmer.
3917s.And hath washed us from our sins, etc.Rev. 1:5.Jesus, to thy wounds I fly;Purge my sins of deepest dye;Lamb of God, for sinners slain,Wash away my crimson stain.2Purge me in that sacred flood,In that fountain of thy blood;Then thy Father’s eye shall seeNot a spot of guilt in me.C. Wesley.
7s.
And hath washed us from our sins, etc.Rev. 1:5.
Jesus, to thy wounds I fly;Purge my sins of deepest dye;Lamb of God, for sinners slain,Wash away my crimson stain.
Jesus, to thy wounds I fly;
Purge my sins of deepest dye;
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Wash away my crimson stain.
2Purge me in that sacred flood,In that fountain of thy blood;Then thy Father’s eye shall seeNot a spot of guilt in me.
2Purge me in that sacred flood,
In that fountain of thy blood;
Then thy Father’s eye shall see
Not a spot of guilt in me.
C. Wesley.
3927s, 6 lines.He is our peace.Eph. 2:14.Weary souls that wander wideFrom the central point of bliss,Turn to Jesus crucified;Fly to those dear wounds of his;Sink into the purple flood,Rise into the life of God.2Find in Christ the way of peacePeace unspeakable, unknown;By his pain he gives you ease,Life, by his expiring groan;Rise, exalted by his fall;Find in Christ your all in all.3O believe the record true,God to you his Son hath given!You may now be happy too;Find on earth the life of heaven;Live the life of heaven above,All the life of glorious love.C. Wesley.
7s, 6 lines.
He is our peace.Eph. 2:14.
Weary souls that wander wideFrom the central point of bliss,Turn to Jesus crucified;Fly to those dear wounds of his;Sink into the purple flood,Rise into the life of God.
Weary souls that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified;
Fly to those dear wounds of his;
Sink into the purple flood,
Rise into the life of God.
2Find in Christ the way of peacePeace unspeakable, unknown;By his pain he gives you ease,Life, by his expiring groan;Rise, exalted by his fall;Find in Christ your all in all.
2Find in Christ the way of peace
Peace unspeakable, unknown;
By his pain he gives you ease,
Life, by his expiring groan;
Rise, exalted by his fall;
Find in Christ your all in all.
3O believe the record true,God to you his Son hath given!You may now be happy too;Find on earth the life of heaven;Live the life of heaven above,All the life of glorious love.
3O believe the record true,
God to you his Son hath given!
You may now be happy too;
Find on earth the life of heaven;
Live the life of heaven above,
All the life of glorious love.
C. Wesley.
3938s & 7s.Hear and obey.Humble souls, who seek salvationThrough the Lamb’s redeeming blood,Hear the voice of revelation;Tread the path that Jesus trod.2Hear the blest Redeemer call you;Listen to his heavenly voice;Dread no ills that can befall you,While you make his way your choice.3Plainly here his footsteps tracing,Follow him without delay,Gladly his command embracing;Lo! your Captain leads the way.Fawcett.
8s & 7s.
Hear and obey.
Humble souls, who seek salvationThrough the Lamb’s redeeming blood,Hear the voice of revelation;Tread the path that Jesus trod.
Humble souls, who seek salvation
Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood,
Hear the voice of revelation;
Tread the path that Jesus trod.
2Hear the blest Redeemer call you;Listen to his heavenly voice;Dread no ills that can befall you,While you make his way your choice.
2Hear the blest Redeemer call you;
Listen to his heavenly voice;
Dread no ills that can befall you,
While you make his way your choice.
3Plainly here his footsteps tracing,Follow him without delay,Gladly his command embracing;Lo! your Captain leads the way.
3Plainly here his footsteps tracing,
Follow him without delay,
Gladly his command embracing;
Lo! your Captain leads the way.
Fawcett.
3948s, 7s & 4.Calling on the name of the Lord.Acts 22:16.Gracious Saviour, we adore thee;Purchased by thy precious bloodWe present ourselves before thee,Now to walk the narrow road:Saviour guide us—Guide us to our heavenly home.2Thou didst mark our path of duty;Thou wast laid beneath the wave;Thou didst rise in glorious beauty,From the semblance of the grave;May we followIn the same delightful way.Cutting.
8s, 7s & 4.
Calling on the name of the Lord.Acts 22:16.
Gracious Saviour, we adore thee;Purchased by thy precious bloodWe present ourselves before thee,Now to walk the narrow road:Saviour guide us—Guide us to our heavenly home.
Gracious Saviour, we adore thee;
Purchased by thy precious blood
We present ourselves before thee,
Now to walk the narrow road:
Saviour guide us—
Guide us to our heavenly home.
2Thou didst mark our path of duty;Thou wast laid beneath the wave;Thou didst rise in glorious beauty,From the semblance of the grave;May we followIn the same delightful way.
2Thou didst mark our path of duty;
Thou wast laid beneath the wave;
Thou didst rise in glorious beauty,
From the semblance of the grave;
May we follow
In the same delightful way.
Cutting.