MARRIAGE HYMNS.1297C. M.John 2:2.Since Jesus freely did appearTo grace a marriage feast;Lord, we ask thy presence hereTo make a wedding guest.2Upon the bridal pair look down,Who now have plighted hands;Their union with thy favor crown,And bless the nuptial bands.3With gifts of grace their hearts endow,Of all rich dowries best;Their substance bless, and peace bestowTo sweeten all the rest.4In purest love their souls unite,That they, with Christian care,May make domestic burdens light,By taking mutual share.Berridge.1298C. M.Not good for man to be alone.Gen. 2:18.Not for the summer hour alone,When skies resplendent shine,And youth and pleasure fill the throne,Our hearts and hands we join.2But for those stern and wintry daysOf sorrow, pain, and fear,When heaven’s wise discipline doth makeOur earthly journey drear.3Not for this span of life alone,Which like a blast doth fly;And, as the transient flowers of grass,Just blossom, droop, and die.4But for a being without end,This vow of love we take;Grant us, O Lord, one home at last,For thy great mercy’s sake.Mrs. Sigourney.12997s.They twain shall be one.Matt. 19:5.Father of the human race,Sanction with thy heavenly graceWhat on earth hath now been done,That these twain be truly one.2One in sickness and in health,One in poverty and wealth,And as year rolls after year,Each to other still more dear.3One in purpose, one in heart,Till the mortal stroke shall part;One in cheerful piety,One for ever, Lord, with thee.Collyer.
1297C. M.John 2:2.Since Jesus freely did appearTo grace a marriage feast;Lord, we ask thy presence hereTo make a wedding guest.2Upon the bridal pair look down,Who now have plighted hands;Their union with thy favor crown,And bless the nuptial bands.3With gifts of grace their hearts endow,Of all rich dowries best;Their substance bless, and peace bestowTo sweeten all the rest.4In purest love their souls unite,That they, with Christian care,May make domestic burdens light,By taking mutual share.Berridge.
C. M.
John 2:2.
Since Jesus freely did appearTo grace a marriage feast;Lord, we ask thy presence hereTo make a wedding guest.
Since Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast;
Lord, we ask thy presence here
To make a wedding guest.
2Upon the bridal pair look down,Who now have plighted hands;Their union with thy favor crown,And bless the nuptial bands.
2Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favor crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.
3With gifts of grace their hearts endow,Of all rich dowries best;Their substance bless, and peace bestowTo sweeten all the rest.
3With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Of all rich dowries best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow
To sweeten all the rest.
4In purest love their souls unite,That they, with Christian care,May make domestic burdens light,By taking mutual share.
4In purest love their souls unite,
That they, with Christian care,
May make domestic burdens light,
By taking mutual share.
Berridge.
1298C. M.Not good for man to be alone.Gen. 2:18.Not for the summer hour alone,When skies resplendent shine,And youth and pleasure fill the throne,Our hearts and hands we join.2But for those stern and wintry daysOf sorrow, pain, and fear,When heaven’s wise discipline doth makeOur earthly journey drear.3Not for this span of life alone,Which like a blast doth fly;And, as the transient flowers of grass,Just blossom, droop, and die.4But for a being without end,This vow of love we take;Grant us, O Lord, one home at last,For thy great mercy’s sake.Mrs. Sigourney.
C. M.
Not good for man to be alone.Gen. 2:18.
Not for the summer hour alone,When skies resplendent shine,And youth and pleasure fill the throne,Our hearts and hands we join.
Not for the summer hour alone,
When skies resplendent shine,
And youth and pleasure fill the throne,
Our hearts and hands we join.
2But for those stern and wintry daysOf sorrow, pain, and fear,When heaven’s wise discipline doth makeOur earthly journey drear.
2But for those stern and wintry days
Of sorrow, pain, and fear,
When heaven’s wise discipline doth make
Our earthly journey drear.
3Not for this span of life alone,Which like a blast doth fly;And, as the transient flowers of grass,Just blossom, droop, and die.
3Not for this span of life alone,
Which like a blast doth fly;
And, as the transient flowers of grass,
Just blossom, droop, and die.
4But for a being without end,This vow of love we take;Grant us, O Lord, one home at last,For thy great mercy’s sake.
4But for a being without end,
This vow of love we take;
Grant us, O Lord, one home at last,
For thy great mercy’s sake.
Mrs. Sigourney.
12997s.They twain shall be one.Matt. 19:5.Father of the human race,Sanction with thy heavenly graceWhat on earth hath now been done,That these twain be truly one.2One in sickness and in health,One in poverty and wealth,And as year rolls after year,Each to other still more dear.3One in purpose, one in heart,Till the mortal stroke shall part;One in cheerful piety,One for ever, Lord, with thee.Collyer.
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They twain shall be one.Matt. 19:5.
Father of the human race,Sanction with thy heavenly graceWhat on earth hath now been done,That these twain be truly one.
Father of the human race,
Sanction with thy heavenly grace
What on earth hath now been done,
That these twain be truly one.
2One in sickness and in health,One in poverty and wealth,And as year rolls after year,Each to other still more dear.
2One in sickness and in health,
One in poverty and wealth,
And as year rolls after year,
Each to other still more dear.
3One in purpose, one in heart,Till the mortal stroke shall part;One in cheerful piety,One for ever, Lord, with thee.
3One in purpose, one in heart,
Till the mortal stroke shall part;
One in cheerful piety,
One for ever, Lord, with thee.
Collyer.
DEDICATORY.1300L. M.How much less this house.1 Kings 8:27.The perfect world, by Adam trod,Was the first temple built to God;His fiat laid the corner-stone,And heaved its pillars one by one.2He hung its starry roof on high—The broad, illimitable sky;He spread its pavement, green and bright,And curtained it with morning light.3The mountains in their places stood,The sea—the sky—and “all was good;”And when its first few praises rang,The “morning stars together sang.”4Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea,And earth, and sky, a house for thee;But in thy sight our offering stands—An humbler temple, “made with hands.”5We can not bid the morning starTo sing how bright thy glories are;But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear.N. P. Willis.1301H. M.Peace be within thy walls.Psalm 122:7.In sweet, exalted strains,The King of glory praise;O’er heaven and earth he reigns,Through everlasting days;Beneath this roof, O deign to showHow God can dwell with men below.2Here may thine ears attendOur interceding cries;And grateful praise ascend,All fragrant, to the skies;Here may thy word melodious sound,And spread the joys of heaven around.3Here may the attentive throngImbibe thy truth and love;And converts join the songOf seraphim above;And willing crowds surround thy board,With sacred joy and sweet accord.4Here may our unborn sonsAnd daughters sound thy praise,And shine like polished stonesThrough long-succeeding days;Here, Lord! display thy saving power,While temples stand, and men adore.Francis.1302L. M.He called the name of that place Bethel.Gen. 28:19.O bow thine ear, Eternal One,On thee our heart adoring calls;To thee the followers of thy SonHave raised, and now devote these walls.2Here let thy holy days be kept;And be this place to worship given,Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,The house of God, the gate of heaven.3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,As incense, let thy children’s prayer,From contrite hearts and lips sincere,Rise on the still and holy air.4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;Here let thy truth beam forth to save,As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.5And when the lips, that with thy nameAre vocal now, to dust shall turn,On others may devotion’s flameBe kindled here, and purely burn!Pierpont.1303C. M.In his temple we speak of his glory.Psalm 29:9.O thou whose own vast temple standsBuilt over earth and sea,Accept the walls that human handsHave raised to worship thee.2Lord, from thine inmost glory send,Within these courts to bide,The peace that dwelleth, without end,Serenely by thy side.3May erring minds, that worship here,Be taught the better way;And they who mourn, and they who fear,Be strengthened as they pray.4May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,And pure devotion rise,While round these hallowed walls the stormOf earth-born passion dies.W. C. Bryant.13047s.Make them joyful in my house of prayer.Isaiah 56:7.Lord of hosts, to thee we raiseHere a house of prayer and praise!Thou thy people’s hearts prepareHere to meet for praise and prayer.2Let the living here be fedWith thy word, the heavenly bread;Here in hope of glory blest,May the dead be laid to rest.3Here to thee a temple stand,While the sea shall gird the land;Here reveal thy mercy sure,While the sun and moon endure.4Hallelujah!—earth and skyTo the joyful sound reply;Hallelujah!—hence ascendPrayer and praise till time shall end.Montgomery.
1300L. M.How much less this house.1 Kings 8:27.The perfect world, by Adam trod,Was the first temple built to God;His fiat laid the corner-stone,And heaved its pillars one by one.2He hung its starry roof on high—The broad, illimitable sky;He spread its pavement, green and bright,And curtained it with morning light.3The mountains in their places stood,The sea—the sky—and “all was good;”And when its first few praises rang,The “morning stars together sang.”4Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea,And earth, and sky, a house for thee;But in thy sight our offering stands—An humbler temple, “made with hands.”5We can not bid the morning starTo sing how bright thy glories are;But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear.N. P. Willis.
L. M.
How much less this house.1 Kings 8:27.
The perfect world, by Adam trod,Was the first temple built to God;His fiat laid the corner-stone,And heaved its pillars one by one.
The perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple built to God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one.
2He hung its starry roof on high—The broad, illimitable sky;He spread its pavement, green and bright,And curtained it with morning light.
2He hung its starry roof on high—
The broad, illimitable sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright,
And curtained it with morning light.
3The mountains in their places stood,The sea—the sky—and “all was good;”And when its first few praises rang,The “morning stars together sang.”
3The mountains in their places stood,
The sea—the sky—and “all was good;”
And when its first few praises rang,
The “morning stars together sang.”
4Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea,And earth, and sky, a house for thee;But in thy sight our offering stands—An humbler temple, “made with hands.”
4Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for thee;
But in thy sight our offering stands—
An humbler temple, “made with hands.”
5We can not bid the morning starTo sing how bright thy glories are;But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear.
5We can not bid the morning star
To sing how bright thy glories are;
But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,
Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear.
N. P. Willis.
1301H. M.Peace be within thy walls.Psalm 122:7.In sweet, exalted strains,The King of glory praise;O’er heaven and earth he reigns,Through everlasting days;Beneath this roof, O deign to showHow God can dwell with men below.2Here may thine ears attendOur interceding cries;And grateful praise ascend,All fragrant, to the skies;Here may thy word melodious sound,And spread the joys of heaven around.3Here may the attentive throngImbibe thy truth and love;And converts join the songOf seraphim above;And willing crowds surround thy board,With sacred joy and sweet accord.4Here may our unborn sonsAnd daughters sound thy praise,And shine like polished stonesThrough long-succeeding days;Here, Lord! display thy saving power,While temples stand, and men adore.Francis.
H. M.
Peace be within thy walls.Psalm 122:7.
In sweet, exalted strains,The King of glory praise;O’er heaven and earth he reigns,Through everlasting days;Beneath this roof, O deign to showHow God can dwell with men below.
In sweet, exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
O’er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days;
Beneath this roof, O deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.
2Here may thine ears attendOur interceding cries;And grateful praise ascend,All fragrant, to the skies;Here may thy word melodious sound,And spread the joys of heaven around.
2Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries;
And grateful praise ascend,
All fragrant, to the skies;
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heaven around.
3Here may the attentive throngImbibe thy truth and love;And converts join the songOf seraphim above;And willing crowds surround thy board,With sacred joy and sweet accord.
3Here may the attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above;
And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.
4Here may our unborn sonsAnd daughters sound thy praise,And shine like polished stonesThrough long-succeeding days;Here, Lord! display thy saving power,While temples stand, and men adore.
4Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polished stones
Through long-succeeding days;
Here, Lord! display thy saving power,
While temples stand, and men adore.
Francis.
1302L. M.He called the name of that place Bethel.Gen. 28:19.O bow thine ear, Eternal One,On thee our heart adoring calls;To thee the followers of thy SonHave raised, and now devote these walls.2Here let thy holy days be kept;And be this place to worship given,Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,The house of God, the gate of heaven.3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,As incense, let thy children’s prayer,From contrite hearts and lips sincere,Rise on the still and holy air.4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;Here let thy truth beam forth to save,As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.5And when the lips, that with thy nameAre vocal now, to dust shall turn,On others may devotion’s flameBe kindled here, and purely burn!Pierpont.
L. M.
He called the name of that place Bethel.Gen. 28:19.
O bow thine ear, Eternal One,On thee our heart adoring calls;To thee the followers of thy SonHave raised, and now devote these walls.
O bow thine ear, Eternal One,
On thee our heart adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Have raised, and now devote these walls.
2Here let thy holy days be kept;And be this place to worship given,Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,The house of God, the gate of heaven.
2Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,As incense, let thy children’s prayer,From contrite hearts and lips sincere,Rise on the still and holy air.
3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children’s prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;Here let thy truth beam forth to save,As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.
4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,
On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.
5And when the lips, that with thy nameAre vocal now, to dust shall turn,On others may devotion’s flameBe kindled here, and purely burn!
5And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion’s flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn!
Pierpont.
1303C. M.In his temple we speak of his glory.Psalm 29:9.O thou whose own vast temple standsBuilt over earth and sea,Accept the walls that human handsHave raised to worship thee.2Lord, from thine inmost glory send,Within these courts to bide,The peace that dwelleth, without end,Serenely by thy side.3May erring minds, that worship here,Be taught the better way;And they who mourn, and they who fear,Be strengthened as they pray.4May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,And pure devotion rise,While round these hallowed walls the stormOf earth-born passion dies.W. C. Bryant.
C. M.
In his temple we speak of his glory.Psalm 29:9.
O thou whose own vast temple standsBuilt over earth and sea,Accept the walls that human handsHave raised to worship thee.
O thou whose own vast temple stands
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2Lord, from thine inmost glory send,Within these courts to bide,The peace that dwelleth, without end,Serenely by thy side.
2Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.
3May erring minds, that worship here,Be taught the better way;And they who mourn, and they who fear,Be strengthened as they pray.
3May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.
4May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,And pure devotion rise,While round these hallowed walls the stormOf earth-born passion dies.
4May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.
W. C. Bryant.
13047s.Make them joyful in my house of prayer.Isaiah 56:7.Lord of hosts, to thee we raiseHere a house of prayer and praise!Thou thy people’s hearts prepareHere to meet for praise and prayer.2Let the living here be fedWith thy word, the heavenly bread;Here in hope of glory blest,May the dead be laid to rest.3Here to thee a temple stand,While the sea shall gird the land;Here reveal thy mercy sure,While the sun and moon endure.4Hallelujah!—earth and skyTo the joyful sound reply;Hallelujah!—hence ascendPrayer and praise till time shall end.Montgomery.
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Make them joyful in my house of prayer.Isaiah 56:7.
Lord of hosts, to thee we raiseHere a house of prayer and praise!Thou thy people’s hearts prepareHere to meet for praise and prayer.
Lord of hosts, to thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise!
Thou thy people’s hearts prepare
Here to meet for praise and prayer.
2Let the living here be fedWith thy word, the heavenly bread;Here in hope of glory blest,May the dead be laid to rest.
2Let the living here be fed
With thy word, the heavenly bread;
Here in hope of glory blest,
May the dead be laid to rest.
3Here to thee a temple stand,While the sea shall gird the land;Here reveal thy mercy sure,While the sun and moon endure.
3Here to thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.
4Hallelujah!—earth and skyTo the joyful sound reply;Hallelujah!—hence ascendPrayer and praise till time shall end.
4Hallelujah!—earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply;
Hallelujah!—hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.
Montgomery.
MISCELLANEOUS.1305L. M.Here have we no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.“We’ve no abiding city here;”Sad truth, were this to be our home;But let this thought our spirits cheer,“We seek a city yet to come.”2“We’ve no abiding city here;”We seek a city out of sight:Zion its name—the Lord is there,It shines with everlasting light.3O sweet abode of peace and love,Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!Had I the pinions of the dove,I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.4But, hush, my soul! nor dare repine;The time my God appoints is best;While here, to do his will be mine,And his to fix my time of rest.Kelly.1306L. M.The mercies of God.Rom 12:2.My God, how endless is thy love!Thy gifts are every evening new;And morning mercies, from above,Gently distill like early dew.2Thou spreadest the curtains of the night,Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;Thy sovereign word restores the light,And quickens all my drowsy powers.3I yield my powers to thy command;To thee I consecrate my days;Perpetual blessings from thy handDemand perpetual songs of praise.Watts.1307L. M.Lord, let thy goodness lead our land.Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,Still saved by thine almighty hand,The tribute of its love to bringTo thee, our Saviour and our King.2Let every public temple raiseTriumphant songs of holy praise;Let every peaceful, private home,A temple, Lord, to thee become.3Still be it our supreme delightTo walk as in thy glorious sight;Still in thy precepts and thy fear,Till life’s last hour to persevere.1308C. M.Submission.Teach us, in time of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God,And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.2In every changing scene of life,Whate’er that scene may be,Give us a meek and humble mind,A mind at peace with thee.3Do thou direct our steps aright;Help us thy name to fear;And give us grace to watch and pray,And strength to persevere.4Then may we close our eyes in death,Without a fear or care;For death is life, and labor rest,If thou art with us there.1309C. M.Psalm. 145:18.Dear Father, to thy mercy-seatMy soul for shelter flies;’Tis here I find a safe retreatWhen storms and tempests rise.2My cheerful hope can never die,If thou my God art near;Thy grace can raise my comforts highAnd banish every fear.3My great Protector, and my Lord!Thy constant aid impart;O let thy kind, thy gracious word,Sustain my trembling heart.4O! never let my soul removeFrom this divine retreat;Still let me trust thy power and love,And dwell beneath thy feet.1310C. M.The hour of prayer.Thou Lord of life! whose tender careHath led us on till now,We in this quiet hour of prayerBefore thy presence bow.2Thou, blesséd God! hast been our Guide;Through life, our Guard and Friend;O, still, on life’s uncertain tide,Preserve us to the end!3To thee our grateful praise we bring,For mercies day by day:Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing,Lord, teach us how to pray!1311C. M.Love of God.Thou Grace divine, encircling all,A soundless, shoreless sea!Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,O Love of God most free!2When over dizzy steeps we go,One soft hand blinds our eyes,The other leads us safe and slow,O Love of God most wise!3And though we turn us from thy face,And wander wide and long,Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,O Love of God most strong!4The saddened heart, the restless soul,The toilworn frame and mind,Alike confess thy sweet control,O Love of God most kind!5But not alone thy care we claim,Our wayward steps to win:We know thee by a dearer name,O Love of God within!6And filled and quickened by thy breath,Our souls are strong and freeTo rise o’er sin, and fear, and death,O Love of God, to thee!Eliza Scudder.1312C. M.They that seek me early shall find me.Prov. 8:17.Happy the child whose tender yearsReceive instruction well,Who hates the sinner’s path, and fearsThe road that leads to hell.2’Twill save us from a thousand snaresTo mind religion young,Grace will preserve our following years,And make our virtues strong.3To thee, Almighty God, to theeOur childhood we resign;’Twill please us to look back and seeThat our whole lives were thine.4O let the work of prayer and praiseEmploy my youngest breath;Thus I’m prepared for longer days,Or fit for early death.Watts.1313C. M. 6 lines.Vespers.O Shadow in a sultry land,We gather to thy breast,Whose love, unfolding like the night,Brings quietude and rest,Glimpse of the fairer life to be,In foretaste here possessed;2From aimless wanderings we come,From drifting to and fro;The wave of being mingles deep,Amid its ebb and flow;The grander sweep of tides sereneOur spirits yearn to know!3That which the garish day had lost,The twilight vigil brings,While softlier the vesper bellIts silver cadence rings,—The sense of an immortal trust,The brush of angel wings!4Drop down behind the solemn hills,O Day, with golden skies!Serene above its fading glow,Night, starry-crowned, arise!So beautiful may heaven be,When life’s last sunbeam dies!1314S. M.Christ the Day-Star.We lift our hearts to thee,Thou Day-star from on high:The sun itself is but thy shade,Yet cheers both earth and sky.2O, let thy rising beamsDispel the shades of night;And let the glories of thy love,Come like the morning light!3How beauteous nature now!How dark and sad before!—With joy we view the pleasing change,And nature’s God adore.4May we this life improve,To mourn for errors past;And live this short, revolving day,As if it were our last.J. Wesley.1315C. M.Evening.O Lord! another day is flown,And we, a feeble band,Are met once more before thy throne,To bless thy fostering hand.2Thy heavenly grace to each impart;All evil far remove;And shed abroad in every heartThine everlasting love.3Our souls, obedient to thy sway,In Christian bonds unite;Let peace and love conclude the day,And hail the morning light.4Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine,A flock by Jesus led,The Sun of Righteousness shall shineIn glory on our head.5O still restore our wandering feet,And still direct our way,Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greetThe dawn of endless day.H. K. White.1316P. M.Flee as a bird.Flee as a bird to your mountain,Thou who art weary of sin;Go to the clear flowing fountain,Where you may wash and be clean!Fly, for the avenger is near thee;Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;He on his bosom will bear thee,Thou who art weary of sin,O thou who art weary of sin.2He will protect thee for ever,Wipe every falling tear;He will forsake thee, O never,Sheltered so tenderly there;Haste, then, the hours are flying,Spend not the moments in sighing,Cease from your sorrow and crying,The Saviour will wipe every tear,The Saviour will wipe every tear.1317P. M.Evening prayer.I come to thee to-night,In my lone closet, where no eye can see,And dare to crave an interview with thee,Father of love and light.2Softly the moonbeams shineOn the still branches of the shadowy trees,While all sweet sounds of evening on the breezeSteal through the slumbering vine.3Thou gavest the calm reposeThat rests on all; the air, the birds, the flower,The human spirit in its weary hour,Now at the bright day’s close.4Father! my soul would bePure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—And as the stars whose nightly course is true,So would I be to thee.5Not for myself aloneWould I the blessings of thy love implore;But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,Whom thou hast called thine own.6And for my heart’s best friends,Whose steadfast kindness o’er my painful yearsHas watched, to soothe affliction’s griefs and tears,My warmest prayer ascends.7And now, O Father, takeThe heart I cast with humble faith on thee,And cleanse its depths from each impurity,For my Redeemer’s sake.13186s & 4.Calvary.Whene’er I think of thee,O! sacred Calvary,Love fills my breast.Flow, then, the joyous tears;Flee, all my guilty fears;Saviour! thy cross appears,And I find rest.2When from thy bleeding sideI see the crimson tideStreaming for me;Faith in thy flowing blood,O! spotless Lamb of God,Points me from earth’s dark clod,Upward to thee.3When death’s unsparing dartPierces my fainting heart,Sweetly I’ll sing:Grave! thou no terror hast;All fearful gloom is past;Victor through Christ at last,Death has no sting!W. Baxter.13198s & 7s.Invitation.Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,Sinners, ruined by the fall!Here a pure and healing fountain,Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;In a full, perpetual tide,Opened when the Saviour died.2Come in sorrow and contrition,Wounded, impotent, and blind;Here the guilty find remission,Here the lost a refuge find;Health this fountain will restore;He that drinks shall thirst no more.3Come, ye dying, live for ever,’Tis a soul-reviving flood;God is faithful—he will neverBreak the covenant, sealed in blood;Signed, when our Redeemer died,Sealed, when he was crucified.Montgomery.13207s, 6 lines.Glory to our King.Glory, glory to our King!Crowns unfading wreathe his head;Jesus is the name we sing—Jesus risen from the dead;Jesus, Victor of the grave;Jesus, mighty now to save.2Now behold him high enthroned;Glory beaming from his face,By adoring angels ownedGod of holiness and grace:O for hearts and tongues to sing,Glory, glory to our King.3Jesus, on thy people shine;Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,That with angels we may join—Share their bliss, and swell their songs:Glory, honor, praise, and power,Lord, be thine for evermore.Kelly.13218s & 7s.Night.Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,Ere I lay me down to sleep:Bid thy angels pure and holy,Round my bed their vigil keep.2Great my sins are, but thy mercyFar outweighs them every one;Down before thy cross I cast them,Trusting in thy help alone.3Keep me through this night of peril,Underneath its boundless shade;Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,When my pilgrimage is made!4None shall measure out thy patienceBy the span of human thought;None shall bound the tender merciesWhich thy holy Son hath wrought.5Pardon all my past transgressions;Give me strength for days to come;Guide and guard me with thy blessing,Till thine angels bid me home!Thos. Park.13228s & 7s.Our Mediator.Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,There for ever to abide;All the heavenly host adore thee,Seated at thy Father’s side.2There for sinners thou art pleading;There thou dost our place prepare;Ever for us interceding,Till in glory we appear.3Worship, honor, power, and blessing,Thou art worthy to receive;Loudest praises, without ceasing,Meet it is for us to give.4Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.Bakewell.13238s, 7s & 4s.Adoration.Let us sing the King Messiah,King of Righteousness and Peace;Hail him, all his happy subjects,Never let his praises cease!Ever hail him,Let his honors still increase!2How transcendent are thy glories!Fairer than the sons of men,While thy blesséd mediationBrings us back to God again!Blessed Redeemer,How we triumph in thy reign!3Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero,Make thy word of truth thy car,Prosper in thy course triumphant,All success attend thy war!Gracious Victor,Let mankind before thee bow!4Blessed are all that touch thy scepter,Blessed are all that own thy reign!Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,Rescued from his galling chain!Saints and angels,All who know thee bless thy name!1324H. M.Excellency of Christ.O you immortal throngOf angels round the throne,Join with our feeble songTo make the Saviour known:On earth you knew his wondrous grace:In heaven you view his beauteous face.2You saw the heavenly childIn human flesh arrayed,All innocent and mild,While in a manger laid;And praise to God, and peace on earth,Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.3You in the wildernessBeheld the tempter spoiled,Well known in every dress,In every combat foiled:And joyed to crown the Victor’s head,Before his frown when Satan fled.4Around the bloody treeYou pressed with strong desire,That wondrous sight to see—The Lord of life expire!And could your eyes have known a tear,In sad surprise had dropped it there.5Around his sacred tombA willing watch you keep,Till the blest moment comeTo rouse him from his sleep:Then rolled the stone, and all adoredWith joy unknown, our rising Lord.6When, all arrayed in light,The shining Conqueror rode,You hailed his rapturous flightUp to the throne of God;Your golden wings you waved around,And struck your strings of sweetest sound.7The warbling notes pursue,And louder anthems raise,While mortals sing with youTheir own Redeemer’s praise.And you, my heart, with equal flame,Perform your part with joy the same.Doddridge.
1305L. M.Here have we no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.“We’ve no abiding city here;”Sad truth, were this to be our home;But let this thought our spirits cheer,“We seek a city yet to come.”2“We’ve no abiding city here;”We seek a city out of sight:Zion its name—the Lord is there,It shines with everlasting light.3O sweet abode of peace and love,Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!Had I the pinions of the dove,I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.4But, hush, my soul! nor dare repine;The time my God appoints is best;While here, to do his will be mine,And his to fix my time of rest.Kelly.
L. M.
Here have we no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.
“We’ve no abiding city here;”Sad truth, were this to be our home;But let this thought our spirits cheer,“We seek a city yet to come.”
“We’ve no abiding city here;”
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
“We seek a city yet to come.”
2“We’ve no abiding city here;”We seek a city out of sight:Zion its name—the Lord is there,It shines with everlasting light.
2“We’ve no abiding city here;”
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion its name—the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
3O sweet abode of peace and love,Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!Had I the pinions of the dove,I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.
3O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.
4But, hush, my soul! nor dare repine;The time my God appoints is best;While here, to do his will be mine,And his to fix my time of rest.
4But, hush, my soul! nor dare repine;
The time my God appoints is best;
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
Kelly.
1306L. M.The mercies of God.Rom 12:2.My God, how endless is thy love!Thy gifts are every evening new;And morning mercies, from above,Gently distill like early dew.2Thou spreadest the curtains of the night,Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;Thy sovereign word restores the light,And quickens all my drowsy powers.3I yield my powers to thy command;To thee I consecrate my days;Perpetual blessings from thy handDemand perpetual songs of praise.Watts.
L. M.
The mercies of God.Rom 12:2.
My God, how endless is thy love!Thy gifts are every evening new;And morning mercies, from above,Gently distill like early dew.
My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distill like early dew.
2Thou spreadest the curtains of the night,Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;Thy sovereign word restores the light,And quickens all my drowsy powers.
2Thou spreadest the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3I yield my powers to thy command;To thee I consecrate my days;Perpetual blessings from thy handDemand perpetual songs of praise.
3I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Watts.
1307L. M.Lord, let thy goodness lead our land.Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,Still saved by thine almighty hand,The tribute of its love to bringTo thee, our Saviour and our King.2Let every public temple raiseTriumphant songs of holy praise;Let every peaceful, private home,A temple, Lord, to thee become.3Still be it our supreme delightTo walk as in thy glorious sight;Still in thy precepts and thy fear,Till life’s last hour to persevere.
L. M.
Lord, let thy goodness lead our land.
Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,Still saved by thine almighty hand,The tribute of its love to bringTo thee, our Saviour and our King.
Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King.
2Let every public temple raiseTriumphant songs of holy praise;Let every peaceful, private home,A temple, Lord, to thee become.
2Let every public temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise;
Let every peaceful, private home,
A temple, Lord, to thee become.
3Still be it our supreme delightTo walk as in thy glorious sight;Still in thy precepts and thy fear,Till life’s last hour to persevere.
3Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life’s last hour to persevere.
1308C. M.Submission.Teach us, in time of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God,And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.2In every changing scene of life,Whate’er that scene may be,Give us a meek and humble mind,A mind at peace with thee.3Do thou direct our steps aright;Help us thy name to fear;And give us grace to watch and pray,And strength to persevere.4Then may we close our eyes in death,Without a fear or care;For death is life, and labor rest,If thou art with us there.
C. M.
Submission.
Teach us, in time of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God,And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.
Teach us, in time of deep distress,
To own thy hand, O God,
And in submissive silence learn
The lessons of thy rod.
2In every changing scene of life,Whate’er that scene may be,Give us a meek and humble mind,A mind at peace with thee.
2In every changing scene of life,
Whate’er that scene may be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,
A mind at peace with thee.
3Do thou direct our steps aright;Help us thy name to fear;And give us grace to watch and pray,And strength to persevere.
3Do thou direct our steps aright;
Help us thy name to fear;
And give us grace to watch and pray,
And strength to persevere.
4Then may we close our eyes in death,Without a fear or care;For death is life, and labor rest,If thou art with us there.
4Then may we close our eyes in death,
Without a fear or care;
For death is life, and labor rest,
If thou art with us there.
1309C. M.Psalm. 145:18.Dear Father, to thy mercy-seatMy soul for shelter flies;’Tis here I find a safe retreatWhen storms and tempests rise.2My cheerful hope can never die,If thou my God art near;Thy grace can raise my comforts highAnd banish every fear.3My great Protector, and my Lord!Thy constant aid impart;O let thy kind, thy gracious word,Sustain my trembling heart.4O! never let my soul removeFrom this divine retreat;Still let me trust thy power and love,And dwell beneath thy feet.
C. M.
Psalm. 145:18.
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seatMy soul for shelter flies;’Tis here I find a safe retreatWhen storms and tempests rise.
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat
My soul for shelter flies;
’Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
2My cheerful hope can never die,If thou my God art near;Thy grace can raise my comforts highAnd banish every fear.
2My cheerful hope can never die,
If thou my God art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high
And banish every fear.
3My great Protector, and my Lord!Thy constant aid impart;O let thy kind, thy gracious word,Sustain my trembling heart.
3My great Protector, and my Lord!
Thy constant aid impart;
O let thy kind, thy gracious word,
Sustain my trembling heart.
4O! never let my soul removeFrom this divine retreat;Still let me trust thy power and love,And dwell beneath thy feet.
4O! never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.
1310C. M.The hour of prayer.Thou Lord of life! whose tender careHath led us on till now,We in this quiet hour of prayerBefore thy presence bow.2Thou, blesséd God! hast been our Guide;Through life, our Guard and Friend;O, still, on life’s uncertain tide,Preserve us to the end!3To thee our grateful praise we bring,For mercies day by day:Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing,Lord, teach us how to pray!
C. M.
The hour of prayer.
Thou Lord of life! whose tender careHath led us on till now,We in this quiet hour of prayerBefore thy presence bow.
Thou Lord of life! whose tender care
Hath led us on till now,
We in this quiet hour of prayer
Before thy presence bow.
2Thou, blesséd God! hast been our Guide;Through life, our Guard and Friend;O, still, on life’s uncertain tide,Preserve us to the end!
2Thou, blesséd God! hast been our Guide;
Through life, our Guard and Friend;
O, still, on life’s uncertain tide,
Preserve us to the end!
3To thee our grateful praise we bring,For mercies day by day:Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing,Lord, teach us how to pray!
3To thee our grateful praise we bring,
For mercies day by day:
Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing,
Lord, teach us how to pray!
1311C. M.Love of God.Thou Grace divine, encircling all,A soundless, shoreless sea!Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,O Love of God most free!2When over dizzy steeps we go,One soft hand blinds our eyes,The other leads us safe and slow,O Love of God most wise!3And though we turn us from thy face,And wander wide and long,Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,O Love of God most strong!4The saddened heart, the restless soul,The toilworn frame and mind,Alike confess thy sweet control,O Love of God most kind!5But not alone thy care we claim,Our wayward steps to win:We know thee by a dearer name,O Love of God within!6And filled and quickened by thy breath,Our souls are strong and freeTo rise o’er sin, and fear, and death,O Love of God, to thee!Eliza Scudder.
C. M.
Love of God.
Thou Grace divine, encircling all,A soundless, shoreless sea!Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,O Love of God most free!
Thou Grace divine, encircling all,
A soundless, shoreless sea!
Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,
O Love of God most free!
2When over dizzy steeps we go,One soft hand blinds our eyes,The other leads us safe and slow,O Love of God most wise!
2When over dizzy steeps we go,
One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us safe and slow,
O Love of God most wise!
3And though we turn us from thy face,And wander wide and long,Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,O Love of God most strong!
3And though we turn us from thy face,
And wander wide and long,
Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,
O Love of God most strong!
4The saddened heart, the restless soul,The toilworn frame and mind,Alike confess thy sweet control,O Love of God most kind!
4The saddened heart, the restless soul,
The toilworn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control,
O Love of God most kind!
5But not alone thy care we claim,Our wayward steps to win:We know thee by a dearer name,O Love of God within!
5But not alone thy care we claim,
Our wayward steps to win:
We know thee by a dearer name,
O Love of God within!
6And filled and quickened by thy breath,Our souls are strong and freeTo rise o’er sin, and fear, and death,O Love of God, to thee!
6And filled and quickened by thy breath,
Our souls are strong and free
To rise o’er sin, and fear, and death,
O Love of God, to thee!
Eliza Scudder.
1312C. M.They that seek me early shall find me.Prov. 8:17.Happy the child whose tender yearsReceive instruction well,Who hates the sinner’s path, and fearsThe road that leads to hell.2’Twill save us from a thousand snaresTo mind religion young,Grace will preserve our following years,And make our virtues strong.3To thee, Almighty God, to theeOur childhood we resign;’Twill please us to look back and seeThat our whole lives were thine.4O let the work of prayer and praiseEmploy my youngest breath;Thus I’m prepared for longer days,Or fit for early death.Watts.
C. M.
They that seek me early shall find me.Prov. 8:17.
Happy the child whose tender yearsReceive instruction well,Who hates the sinner’s path, and fearsThe road that leads to hell.
Happy the child whose tender years
Receive instruction well,
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
2’Twill save us from a thousand snaresTo mind religion young,Grace will preserve our following years,And make our virtues strong.
2’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young,
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtues strong.
3To thee, Almighty God, to theeOur childhood we resign;’Twill please us to look back and seeThat our whole lives were thine.
3To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign;
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
4O let the work of prayer and praiseEmploy my youngest breath;Thus I’m prepared for longer days,Or fit for early death.
4O let the work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Thus I’m prepared for longer days,
Or fit for early death.
Watts.
1313C. M. 6 lines.Vespers.O Shadow in a sultry land,We gather to thy breast,Whose love, unfolding like the night,Brings quietude and rest,Glimpse of the fairer life to be,In foretaste here possessed;2From aimless wanderings we come,From drifting to and fro;The wave of being mingles deep,Amid its ebb and flow;The grander sweep of tides sereneOur spirits yearn to know!3That which the garish day had lost,The twilight vigil brings,While softlier the vesper bellIts silver cadence rings,—The sense of an immortal trust,The brush of angel wings!4Drop down behind the solemn hills,O Day, with golden skies!Serene above its fading glow,Night, starry-crowned, arise!So beautiful may heaven be,When life’s last sunbeam dies!
C. M. 6 lines.
Vespers.
O Shadow in a sultry land,We gather to thy breast,Whose love, unfolding like the night,Brings quietude and rest,Glimpse of the fairer life to be,In foretaste here possessed;
O Shadow in a sultry land,
We gather to thy breast,
Whose love, unfolding like the night,
Brings quietude and rest,
Glimpse of the fairer life to be,
In foretaste here possessed;
2From aimless wanderings we come,From drifting to and fro;The wave of being mingles deep,Amid its ebb and flow;The grander sweep of tides sereneOur spirits yearn to know!
2From aimless wanderings we come,
From drifting to and fro;
The wave of being mingles deep,
Amid its ebb and flow;
The grander sweep of tides serene
Our spirits yearn to know!
3That which the garish day had lost,The twilight vigil brings,While softlier the vesper bellIts silver cadence rings,—The sense of an immortal trust,The brush of angel wings!
3That which the garish day had lost,
The twilight vigil brings,
While softlier the vesper bell
Its silver cadence rings,—
The sense of an immortal trust,
The brush of angel wings!
4Drop down behind the solemn hills,O Day, with golden skies!Serene above its fading glow,Night, starry-crowned, arise!So beautiful may heaven be,When life’s last sunbeam dies!
4Drop down behind the solemn hills,
O Day, with golden skies!
Serene above its fading glow,
Night, starry-crowned, arise!
So beautiful may heaven be,
When life’s last sunbeam dies!
1314S. M.Christ the Day-Star.We lift our hearts to thee,Thou Day-star from on high:The sun itself is but thy shade,Yet cheers both earth and sky.2O, let thy rising beamsDispel the shades of night;And let the glories of thy love,Come like the morning light!3How beauteous nature now!How dark and sad before!—With joy we view the pleasing change,And nature’s God adore.4May we this life improve,To mourn for errors past;And live this short, revolving day,As if it were our last.J. Wesley.
S. M.
Christ the Day-Star.
We lift our hearts to thee,Thou Day-star from on high:The sun itself is but thy shade,Yet cheers both earth and sky.
We lift our hearts to thee,
Thou Day-star from on high:
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2O, let thy rising beamsDispel the shades of night;And let the glories of thy love,Come like the morning light!
2O, let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light!
3How beauteous nature now!How dark and sad before!—With joy we view the pleasing change,And nature’s God adore.
3How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!—
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature’s God adore.
4May we this life improve,To mourn for errors past;And live this short, revolving day,As if it were our last.
4May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
And live this short, revolving day,
As if it were our last.
J. Wesley.
1315C. M.Evening.O Lord! another day is flown,And we, a feeble band,Are met once more before thy throne,To bless thy fostering hand.2Thy heavenly grace to each impart;All evil far remove;And shed abroad in every heartThine everlasting love.3Our souls, obedient to thy sway,In Christian bonds unite;Let peace and love conclude the day,And hail the morning light.4Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine,A flock by Jesus led,The Sun of Righteousness shall shineIn glory on our head.5O still restore our wandering feet,And still direct our way,Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greetThe dawn of endless day.H. K. White.
C. M.
Evening.
O Lord! another day is flown,And we, a feeble band,Are met once more before thy throne,To bless thy fostering hand.
O Lord! another day is flown,
And we, a feeble band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.
2Thy heavenly grace to each impart;All evil far remove;And shed abroad in every heartThine everlasting love.
2Thy heavenly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.
3Our souls, obedient to thy sway,In Christian bonds unite;Let peace and love conclude the day,And hail the morning light.
3Our souls, obedient to thy sway,
In Christian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,
And hail the morning light.
4Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine,A flock by Jesus led,The Sun of Righteousness shall shineIn glory on our head.
4Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine,
A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of Righteousness shall shine
In glory on our head.
5O still restore our wandering feet,And still direct our way,Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greetThe dawn of endless day.
5O still restore our wandering feet,
And still direct our way,
Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.
H. K. White.
1316P. M.Flee as a bird.Flee as a bird to your mountain,Thou who art weary of sin;Go to the clear flowing fountain,Where you may wash and be clean!Fly, for the avenger is near thee;Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;He on his bosom will bear thee,Thou who art weary of sin,O thou who art weary of sin.2He will protect thee for ever,Wipe every falling tear;He will forsake thee, O never,Sheltered so tenderly there;Haste, then, the hours are flying,Spend not the moments in sighing,Cease from your sorrow and crying,The Saviour will wipe every tear,The Saviour will wipe every tear.
P. M.
Flee as a bird.
Flee as a bird to your mountain,Thou who art weary of sin;Go to the clear flowing fountain,Where you may wash and be clean!Fly, for the avenger is near thee;Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;He on his bosom will bear thee,Thou who art weary of sin,O thou who art weary of sin.
Flee as a bird to your mountain,
Thou who art weary of sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain,
Where you may wash and be clean!
Fly, for the avenger is near thee;
Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;
He on his bosom will bear thee,
Thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.
2He will protect thee for ever,Wipe every falling tear;He will forsake thee, O never,Sheltered so tenderly there;Haste, then, the hours are flying,Spend not the moments in sighing,Cease from your sorrow and crying,The Saviour will wipe every tear,The Saviour will wipe every tear.
2He will protect thee for ever,
Wipe every falling tear;
He will forsake thee, O never,
Sheltered so tenderly there;
Haste, then, the hours are flying,
Spend not the moments in sighing,
Cease from your sorrow and crying,
The Saviour will wipe every tear,
The Saviour will wipe every tear.
1317P. M.Evening prayer.I come to thee to-night,In my lone closet, where no eye can see,And dare to crave an interview with thee,Father of love and light.2Softly the moonbeams shineOn the still branches of the shadowy trees,While all sweet sounds of evening on the breezeSteal through the slumbering vine.3Thou gavest the calm reposeThat rests on all; the air, the birds, the flower,The human spirit in its weary hour,Now at the bright day’s close.4Father! my soul would bePure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—And as the stars whose nightly course is true,So would I be to thee.5Not for myself aloneWould I the blessings of thy love implore;But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,Whom thou hast called thine own.6And for my heart’s best friends,Whose steadfast kindness o’er my painful yearsHas watched, to soothe affliction’s griefs and tears,My warmest prayer ascends.7And now, O Father, takeThe heart I cast with humble faith on thee,And cleanse its depths from each impurity,For my Redeemer’s sake.
P. M.
Evening prayer.
I come to thee to-night,In my lone closet, where no eye can see,And dare to crave an interview with thee,Father of love and light.
I come to thee to-night,
In my lone closet, where no eye can see,
And dare to crave an interview with thee,
Father of love and light.
2Softly the moonbeams shineOn the still branches of the shadowy trees,While all sweet sounds of evening on the breezeSteal through the slumbering vine.
2Softly the moonbeams shine
On the still branches of the shadowy trees,
While all sweet sounds of evening on the breeze
Steal through the slumbering vine.
3Thou gavest the calm reposeThat rests on all; the air, the birds, the flower,The human spirit in its weary hour,Now at the bright day’s close.
3Thou gavest the calm repose
That rests on all; the air, the birds, the flower,
The human spirit in its weary hour,
Now at the bright day’s close.
4Father! my soul would bePure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—And as the stars whose nightly course is true,So would I be to thee.
4Father! my soul would be
Pure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—
And as the stars whose nightly course is true,
So would I be to thee.
5Not for myself aloneWould I the blessings of thy love implore;But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,Whom thou hast called thine own.
5Not for myself alone
Would I the blessings of thy love implore;
But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,
Whom thou hast called thine own.
6And for my heart’s best friends,Whose steadfast kindness o’er my painful yearsHas watched, to soothe affliction’s griefs and tears,My warmest prayer ascends.
6And for my heart’s best friends,
Whose steadfast kindness o’er my painful years
Has watched, to soothe affliction’s griefs and tears,
My warmest prayer ascends.
7And now, O Father, takeThe heart I cast with humble faith on thee,And cleanse its depths from each impurity,For my Redeemer’s sake.
7And now, O Father, take
The heart I cast with humble faith on thee,
And cleanse its depths from each impurity,
For my Redeemer’s sake.
13186s & 4.Calvary.Whene’er I think of thee,O! sacred Calvary,Love fills my breast.Flow, then, the joyous tears;Flee, all my guilty fears;Saviour! thy cross appears,And I find rest.2When from thy bleeding sideI see the crimson tideStreaming for me;Faith in thy flowing blood,O! spotless Lamb of God,Points me from earth’s dark clod,Upward to thee.3When death’s unsparing dartPierces my fainting heart,Sweetly I’ll sing:Grave! thou no terror hast;All fearful gloom is past;Victor through Christ at last,Death has no sting!W. Baxter.
6s & 4.
Calvary.
Whene’er I think of thee,O! sacred Calvary,Love fills my breast.Flow, then, the joyous tears;Flee, all my guilty fears;Saviour! thy cross appears,And I find rest.
Whene’er I think of thee,
O! sacred Calvary,
Love fills my breast.
Flow, then, the joyous tears;
Flee, all my guilty fears;
Saviour! thy cross appears,
And I find rest.
2When from thy bleeding sideI see the crimson tideStreaming for me;Faith in thy flowing blood,O! spotless Lamb of God,Points me from earth’s dark clod,Upward to thee.
2When from thy bleeding side
I see the crimson tide
Streaming for me;
Faith in thy flowing blood,
O! spotless Lamb of God,
Points me from earth’s dark clod,
Upward to thee.
3When death’s unsparing dartPierces my fainting heart,Sweetly I’ll sing:Grave! thou no terror hast;All fearful gloom is past;Victor through Christ at last,Death has no sting!
3When death’s unsparing dart
Pierces my fainting heart,
Sweetly I’ll sing:
Grave! thou no terror hast;
All fearful gloom is past;
Victor through Christ at last,
Death has no sting!
W. Baxter.
13198s & 7s.Invitation.Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,Sinners, ruined by the fall!Here a pure and healing fountain,Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;In a full, perpetual tide,Opened when the Saviour died.2Come in sorrow and contrition,Wounded, impotent, and blind;Here the guilty find remission,Here the lost a refuge find;Health this fountain will restore;He that drinks shall thirst no more.3Come, ye dying, live for ever,’Tis a soul-reviving flood;God is faithful—he will neverBreak the covenant, sealed in blood;Signed, when our Redeemer died,Sealed, when he was crucified.Montgomery.
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Invitation.
Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,Sinners, ruined by the fall!Here a pure and healing fountain,Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;In a full, perpetual tide,Opened when the Saviour died.
Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the fall!
Here a pure and healing fountain,
Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when the Saviour died.
2Come in sorrow and contrition,Wounded, impotent, and blind;Here the guilty find remission,Here the lost a refuge find;Health this fountain will restore;He that drinks shall thirst no more.
2Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty find remission,
Here the lost a refuge find;
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
3Come, ye dying, live for ever,’Tis a soul-reviving flood;God is faithful—he will neverBreak the covenant, sealed in blood;Signed, when our Redeemer died,Sealed, when he was crucified.
3Come, ye dying, live for ever,
’Tis a soul-reviving flood;
God is faithful—he will never
Break the covenant, sealed in blood;
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was crucified.
Montgomery.
13207s, 6 lines.Glory to our King.Glory, glory to our King!Crowns unfading wreathe his head;Jesus is the name we sing—Jesus risen from the dead;Jesus, Victor of the grave;Jesus, mighty now to save.2Now behold him high enthroned;Glory beaming from his face,By adoring angels ownedGod of holiness and grace:O for hearts and tongues to sing,Glory, glory to our King.3Jesus, on thy people shine;Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,That with angels we may join—Share their bliss, and swell their songs:Glory, honor, praise, and power,Lord, be thine for evermore.Kelly.
7s, 6 lines.
Glory to our King.
Glory, glory to our King!Crowns unfading wreathe his head;Jesus is the name we sing—Jesus risen from the dead;Jesus, Victor of the grave;Jesus, mighty now to save.
Glory, glory to our King!
Crowns unfading wreathe his head;
Jesus is the name we sing—
Jesus risen from the dead;
Jesus, Victor of the grave;
Jesus, mighty now to save.
2Now behold him high enthroned;Glory beaming from his face,By adoring angels ownedGod of holiness and grace:O for hearts and tongues to sing,Glory, glory to our King.
2Now behold him high enthroned;
Glory beaming from his face,
By adoring angels owned
God of holiness and grace:
O for hearts and tongues to sing,
Glory, glory to our King.
3Jesus, on thy people shine;Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,That with angels we may join—Share their bliss, and swell their songs:Glory, honor, praise, and power,Lord, be thine for evermore.
3Jesus, on thy people shine;
Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,
That with angels we may join—
Share their bliss, and swell their songs:
Glory, honor, praise, and power,
Lord, be thine for evermore.
Kelly.
13218s & 7s.Night.Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,Ere I lay me down to sleep:Bid thy angels pure and holy,Round my bed their vigil keep.2Great my sins are, but thy mercyFar outweighs them every one;Down before thy cross I cast them,Trusting in thy help alone.3Keep me through this night of peril,Underneath its boundless shade;Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,When my pilgrimage is made!4None shall measure out thy patienceBy the span of human thought;None shall bound the tender merciesWhich thy holy Son hath wrought.5Pardon all my past transgressions;Give me strength for days to come;Guide and guard me with thy blessing,Till thine angels bid me home!Thos. Park.
8s & 7s.
Night.
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,Ere I lay me down to sleep:Bid thy angels pure and holy,Round my bed their vigil keep.
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep:
Bid thy angels pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.
2Great my sins are, but thy mercyFar outweighs them every one;Down before thy cross I cast them,Trusting in thy help alone.
2Great my sins are, but thy mercy
Far outweighs them every one;
Down before thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in thy help alone.
3Keep me through this night of peril,Underneath its boundless shade;Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,When my pilgrimage is made!
3Keep me through this night of peril,
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,
When my pilgrimage is made!
4None shall measure out thy patienceBy the span of human thought;None shall bound the tender merciesWhich thy holy Son hath wrought.
4None shall measure out thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which thy holy Son hath wrought.
5Pardon all my past transgressions;Give me strength for days to come;Guide and guard me with thy blessing,Till thine angels bid me home!
5Pardon all my past transgressions;
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with thy blessing,
Till thine angels bid me home!
Thos. Park.
13228s & 7s.Our Mediator.Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,There for ever to abide;All the heavenly host adore thee,Seated at thy Father’s side.2There for sinners thou art pleading;There thou dost our place prepare;Ever for us interceding,Till in glory we appear.3Worship, honor, power, and blessing,Thou art worthy to receive;Loudest praises, without ceasing,Meet it is for us to give.4Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.Bakewell.
8s & 7s.
Our Mediator.
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,There for ever to abide;All the heavenly host adore thee,Seated at thy Father’s side.
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father’s side.
2There for sinners thou art pleading;There thou dost our place prepare;Ever for us interceding,Till in glory we appear.
2There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
3Worship, honor, power, and blessing,Thou art worthy to receive;Loudest praises, without ceasing,Meet it is for us to give.
3Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
4Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.
4Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,
Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.
Bakewell.
13238s, 7s & 4s.Adoration.Let us sing the King Messiah,King of Righteousness and Peace;Hail him, all his happy subjects,Never let his praises cease!Ever hail him,Let his honors still increase!2How transcendent are thy glories!Fairer than the sons of men,While thy blesséd mediationBrings us back to God again!Blessed Redeemer,How we triumph in thy reign!3Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero,Make thy word of truth thy car,Prosper in thy course triumphant,All success attend thy war!Gracious Victor,Let mankind before thee bow!4Blessed are all that touch thy scepter,Blessed are all that own thy reign!Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,Rescued from his galling chain!Saints and angels,All who know thee bless thy name!
8s, 7s & 4s.
Adoration.
Let us sing the King Messiah,King of Righteousness and Peace;Hail him, all his happy subjects,Never let his praises cease!Ever hail him,Let his honors still increase!
Let us sing the King Messiah,
King of Righteousness and Peace;
Hail him, all his happy subjects,
Never let his praises cease!
Ever hail him,
Let his honors still increase!
2How transcendent are thy glories!Fairer than the sons of men,While thy blesséd mediationBrings us back to God again!Blessed Redeemer,How we triumph in thy reign!
2How transcendent are thy glories!
Fairer than the sons of men,
While thy blesséd mediation
Brings us back to God again!
Blessed Redeemer,
How we triumph in thy reign!
3Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero,Make thy word of truth thy car,Prosper in thy course triumphant,All success attend thy war!Gracious Victor,Let mankind before thee bow!
3Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero,
Make thy word of truth thy car,
Prosper in thy course triumphant,
All success attend thy war!
Gracious Victor,
Let mankind before thee bow!
4Blessed are all that touch thy scepter,Blessed are all that own thy reign!Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,Rescued from his galling chain!Saints and angels,All who know thee bless thy name!
4Blessed are all that touch thy scepter,
Blessed are all that own thy reign!
Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,
Rescued from his galling chain!
Saints and angels,
All who know thee bless thy name!
1324H. M.Excellency of Christ.O you immortal throngOf angels round the throne,Join with our feeble songTo make the Saviour known:On earth you knew his wondrous grace:In heaven you view his beauteous face.2You saw the heavenly childIn human flesh arrayed,All innocent and mild,While in a manger laid;And praise to God, and peace on earth,Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.3You in the wildernessBeheld the tempter spoiled,Well known in every dress,In every combat foiled:And joyed to crown the Victor’s head,Before his frown when Satan fled.4Around the bloody treeYou pressed with strong desire,That wondrous sight to see—The Lord of life expire!And could your eyes have known a tear,In sad surprise had dropped it there.5Around his sacred tombA willing watch you keep,Till the blest moment comeTo rouse him from his sleep:Then rolled the stone, and all adoredWith joy unknown, our rising Lord.6When, all arrayed in light,The shining Conqueror rode,You hailed his rapturous flightUp to the throne of God;Your golden wings you waved around,And struck your strings of sweetest sound.7The warbling notes pursue,And louder anthems raise,While mortals sing with youTheir own Redeemer’s praise.And you, my heart, with equal flame,Perform your part with joy the same.Doddridge.
H. M.
Excellency of Christ.
O you immortal throngOf angels round the throne,Join with our feeble songTo make the Saviour known:On earth you knew his wondrous grace:In heaven you view his beauteous face.
O you immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
On earth you knew his wondrous grace:
In heaven you view his beauteous face.
2You saw the heavenly childIn human flesh arrayed,All innocent and mild,While in a manger laid;And praise to God, and peace on earth,Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.
2You saw the heavenly child
In human flesh arrayed,
All innocent and mild,
While in a manger laid;
And praise to God, and peace on earth,
Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.
3You in the wildernessBeheld the tempter spoiled,Well known in every dress,In every combat foiled:And joyed to crown the Victor’s head,Before his frown when Satan fled.
3You in the wilderness
Beheld the tempter spoiled,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foiled:
And joyed to crown the Victor’s head,
Before his frown when Satan fled.
4Around the bloody treeYou pressed with strong desire,That wondrous sight to see—The Lord of life expire!And could your eyes have known a tear,In sad surprise had dropped it there.
4Around the bloody tree
You pressed with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see—
The Lord of life expire!
And could your eyes have known a tear,
In sad surprise had dropped it there.
5Around his sacred tombA willing watch you keep,Till the blest moment comeTo rouse him from his sleep:Then rolled the stone, and all adoredWith joy unknown, our rising Lord.
5Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch you keep,
Till the blest moment come
To rouse him from his sleep:
Then rolled the stone, and all adored
With joy unknown, our rising Lord.
6When, all arrayed in light,The shining Conqueror rode,You hailed his rapturous flightUp to the throne of God;Your golden wings you waved around,And struck your strings of sweetest sound.
6When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
You hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
Your golden wings you waved around,
And struck your strings of sweetest sound.
7The warbling notes pursue,And louder anthems raise,While mortals sing with youTheir own Redeemer’s praise.And you, my heart, with equal flame,Perform your part with joy the same.
7The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer’s praise.
And you, my heart, with equal flame,
Perform your part with joy the same.
Doddridge.
CONTENTS.No.No. of Hymns.I. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.1-23II. GOD.Being and Perfections;in Creation;in Providence;in Redemption.24-116III. CHRIST.The Nativity;Life and Ministry;Sufferings;Crucifixion;Burial and Resurrection;Ascension;Coronation;Mediatorial Reign.117-265IV. THE GOSPEL.Proclamation;Invitations;Faith and Repentance;Baptism;Remission of Sins;Spirit of Adoption;Hope of Eternal Life.266-440V. THE CHURCH.Divine Constitution;Officers;Love, Unity and Fellowship;Lord’s Supper;Prayer and Social Meetings;Growth and Future Triumphs441-610VI. PUBLIC WORSHIP.The Lord’s Day;Gratitude and Praise;Opening;Closing.611-759VII. THE NEW LIFE.Trust and Joy;Aspirations;Temptations and Conflicts;Submission and Deliverance;Relapse and Recovery;Sympathies and Activities;Private Devotions;Afflictions.760-1032VIII. THE PRESENT AND THE FUTURE.Life and Death;Second Advent;Resurrection;Final Judgment;Heaven.1033-1169IX. HOME.The Family;Morning Hymns;Evening Hymns;Youth and Age.1170-1229X. TIMES AND SEASONS.Seed-time and Harvest;Old and New Year;Thanksgiving;Fasts;Missionary Assemblies;The Sea;Marriage;Dedications.1230-1304XI. MISCELLANEOUS.1305-1331