RELAPSE AND RECOVERY.939L. M.Blot out my transgressions.Psalm 51.O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,Though all my sins before thee lie,Behold me not with angry look,But blot their memory from thy book.2Create my nature pure within,And form my soul averse to sin;Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,Nor hide thy presence from my heart.3I can not live without thy light,Cast out and banished from thy sight;Thy holy joys, my God, restore,And guard me that I fall no more.4Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,His help and comfort still afford;And let a sinner seek thy throne,To plead the merits of the Son.Watts.940L. M. 6 lines.The returning wanderer.Weary of wandering from my God,And now made willing to return,I hear, and bow beneath the rod;For thee, for thee alone, I mourn:I have an Advocate above,A Friend before the throne of love.2O Jesus, full of truth and grace!More full of grace than I of sin;Yet once again I seek thy face,Open thine arms and take me in;And freely my backslidings heal,And love the faithless sinner still.3Thou knowest the way to bring me back,My fallen spirit to restore;O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,Forgive, and bid me sin no more!The ruins of my soul repair,And make my heart a house of prayer.C. Wesley941L. M.Deliverance.Before thy throne with tearful eyes,My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;To thee my weary spirit flies,For thy forgiving love I call.2How free thy mercy overflows,When sinners on thy grace rely!Thy tender love no limit knows;O, save me—justly doomed to die!3Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!The gloom of sin is fled away;My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,And all my powers thy word obey.4Hence while I wrestle with my foes—The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—Sustain thou me till conflicts close,Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.Palmer.942C. M.Turn thee unto me, etc.Psalm 25:16.O thou, whose tender mercy hearsContrition’s humble sigh;Whose hand indulgent wipes the tearsFrom sorrow’s weeping eye;2See Lord, before thy throne of grace,A wretched wanderer mourn:Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?Hast thou not said—“Return?”3And shall my guilty fears prevailTo drive me from thy feet?O, let not this dear refuge fail,This only safe retreat!4Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!Without one cheering ray,Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,How desolate my way.5O, shine on this benighted heart,With beams of mercy shine!And let thy healing voice impartA taste of joy divine.Mrs. Steele.943C. M.O for a closer walk with God!O for a closer walk with God!A calm and heavenly frame!A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb!2Where is the blessedness I knewWhen first I saw the Lord?Where is the soul-refreshing viewOf Jesus and his word?3What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!How sweet their memory still!But they have left an aching voidThe world can never fill.4Return, O holy Dove, return,Sweet messenger of rest;I hate the sins that made thee mourn,And drove thee from my breast.5The dearest idol I have known,Whate’er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.6So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.Cowper.944C. M.O, that I were as in months past.Job. 29:2.Sweet was the time when first I feltThe Saviour’s pardoning bloodApplied to cleanse my soul from guilt,And bring me home to God.2Soon as the morn the light revealed,His praises tuned my tongue;And, when the evening shade prevailed,His love was all my song.3In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,And saw his glory shine;And when I read his holy word,I called each promise mine.4But now, when evening shade prevails,My soul in darkness mourns;And when the morn the light reveals,No light to me returns.5Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,And make my soul thy care;I know thy mercy can not fail;Let me that mercy share.Newton.9458s & 6s.Grieve not the Spirit.Eph. 4:30.O Saviour, lend a listening ear,And answer my request!Forgive, and wipe the falling tear,Now with thy love my spirit cheer,And set my heart at rest.2I mourn the hidings of thy face;The absence of that smile,Which led me to a throne of grace,And gave my soul a resting-placeFrom earthly care and toil.3’Tis sin that separates from theeThis poor benighted soul;My folly and my guilt I see,And now upon the bended knee,I yield to thy control.4Up to the place of thine abodeI lift my waiting eye;To thee, O holy Lamb of God!Whose blood for me so freely flowed,I raise my ardent cry.T. Hastings.9467s, 6 lines.He hath borne our griefs.Weeping soul, no longer mourn,Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;View him bleeding on the tree,Pouring out his life for thee;There thy every sin he bore:Weeping soul, lament no more.2Cast thy guilty soul on him,Find him mighty to redeem;At his feet thy burden lay,Look thy doubts and fears away;Now by faith the Son embrace,Plead his promise, trust his grace.Toplady.9477s, 6 lines.Jesus, Saviour, pity me.Pity, Lord! this child of clay,Who can only weep and pray—Only on thy love depend:Thou who art the sinner’s Friend;Thou the sinner’s only plea—Jesus, Saviour, pity me!2From thy flock, a straying Lamb,Tender Shepherd, though I am;Now, upon the mountain cold,Lost, I long to gain the fold,And within thine arms to be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!3O, where stillest streams are poured,In green pastures lead me, Lord!Bring me back, where angels soundJoy to the poor wanderer found:Evermore my Shepherd be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!9487s.The prodigal invited.Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom the Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother—homeward come.2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother—God can save.3He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek him, for he may be found;Call upon him—he is near.9498s & 7s.Father, take me.Take me, O my Father! take me—Take me, save me, through thy Son;That which thou wouldst have me, make me;Let thy will in me be done.2Long from thee my footsteps straying,Thorny proved the way I trod;Weary come I now, and praying—Take me to thy love my God!3Fruitless years with grief recalling,Humbly I confess my sin!At thy feet, O Father, falling,To thy household take me in.4Freely now to thee I profferThis relenting heart of mine;Freely, life and soul I offer,Gift unworthy love like thine.5Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,Bore our sins upon the tree;On that sacrifice relying,Now I look in hope to thee.6Father, take me! all forgiving,Fold me to thy loving breast;In thy love for ever living,I must be for ever blest.95010s.Returning.A weak and weary dove, with drooping wing,And tired of wandering o’er this watery waste,Jesus, my ark! once more a worthless thing,To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste.2For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat,In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain,My peace—my joy have flown; no rest my feetHave found; and now I turn to thee again!3I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine,But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end;No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine;Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.4I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feetIn fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay;In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet,But short and transient as the passing day.5Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary wasteOf sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain,No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest;And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again.
939L. M.Blot out my transgressions.Psalm 51.O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,Though all my sins before thee lie,Behold me not with angry look,But blot their memory from thy book.2Create my nature pure within,And form my soul averse to sin;Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,Nor hide thy presence from my heart.3I can not live without thy light,Cast out and banished from thy sight;Thy holy joys, my God, restore,And guard me that I fall no more.4Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,His help and comfort still afford;And let a sinner seek thy throne,To plead the merits of the Son.Watts.
L. M.
Blot out my transgressions.Psalm 51.
O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,Though all my sins before thee lie,Behold me not with angry look,But blot their memory from thy book.
O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,
Though all my sins before thee lie,
Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2Create my nature pure within,And form my soul averse to sin;Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
2Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3I can not live without thy light,Cast out and banished from thy sight;Thy holy joys, my God, restore,And guard me that I fall no more.
3I can not live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,His help and comfort still afford;And let a sinner seek thy throne,To plead the merits of the Son.
4Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a sinner seek thy throne,
To plead the merits of the Son.
Watts.
940L. M. 6 lines.The returning wanderer.Weary of wandering from my God,And now made willing to return,I hear, and bow beneath the rod;For thee, for thee alone, I mourn:I have an Advocate above,A Friend before the throne of love.2O Jesus, full of truth and grace!More full of grace than I of sin;Yet once again I seek thy face,Open thine arms and take me in;And freely my backslidings heal,And love the faithless sinner still.3Thou knowest the way to bring me back,My fallen spirit to restore;O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,Forgive, and bid me sin no more!The ruins of my soul repair,And make my heart a house of prayer.C. Wesley
L. M. 6 lines.
The returning wanderer.
Weary of wandering from my God,And now made willing to return,I hear, and bow beneath the rod;For thee, for thee alone, I mourn:I have an Advocate above,A Friend before the throne of love.
Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
For thee, for thee alone, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of love.
2O Jesus, full of truth and grace!More full of grace than I of sin;Yet once again I seek thy face,Open thine arms and take me in;And freely my backslidings heal,And love the faithless sinner still.
2O Jesus, full of truth and grace!
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek thy face,
Open thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
3Thou knowest the way to bring me back,My fallen spirit to restore;O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,Forgive, and bid me sin no more!The ruins of my soul repair,And make my heart a house of prayer.
3Thou knowest the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
C. Wesley
941L. M.Deliverance.Before thy throne with tearful eyes,My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;To thee my weary spirit flies,For thy forgiving love I call.2How free thy mercy overflows,When sinners on thy grace rely!Thy tender love no limit knows;O, save me—justly doomed to die!3Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!The gloom of sin is fled away;My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,And all my powers thy word obey.4Hence while I wrestle with my foes—The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—Sustain thou me till conflicts close,Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.Palmer.
L. M.
Deliverance.
Before thy throne with tearful eyes,My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;To thee my weary spirit flies,For thy forgiving love I call.
Before thy throne with tearful eyes,
My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;
To thee my weary spirit flies,
For thy forgiving love I call.
2How free thy mercy overflows,When sinners on thy grace rely!Thy tender love no limit knows;O, save me—justly doomed to die!
2How free thy mercy overflows,
When sinners on thy grace rely!
Thy tender love no limit knows;
O, save me—justly doomed to die!
3Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!The gloom of sin is fled away;My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,And all my powers thy word obey.
3Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!
The gloom of sin is fled away;
My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,
And all my powers thy word obey.
4Hence while I wrestle with my foes—The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—Sustain thou me till conflicts close,Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.
4Hence while I wrestle with my foes—
The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell—
Sustain thou me till conflicts close,
Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.
Palmer.
942C. M.Turn thee unto me, etc.Psalm 25:16.O thou, whose tender mercy hearsContrition’s humble sigh;Whose hand indulgent wipes the tearsFrom sorrow’s weeping eye;2See Lord, before thy throne of grace,A wretched wanderer mourn:Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?Hast thou not said—“Return?”3And shall my guilty fears prevailTo drive me from thy feet?O, let not this dear refuge fail,This only safe retreat!4Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!Without one cheering ray,Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,How desolate my way.5O, shine on this benighted heart,With beams of mercy shine!And let thy healing voice impartA taste of joy divine.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Turn thee unto me, etc.Psalm 25:16.
O thou, whose tender mercy hearsContrition’s humble sigh;Whose hand indulgent wipes the tearsFrom sorrow’s weeping eye;
O thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition’s humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow’s weeping eye;
2See Lord, before thy throne of grace,A wretched wanderer mourn:Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?Hast thou not said—“Return?”
2See Lord, before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said—“Return?”
3And shall my guilty fears prevailTo drive me from thy feet?O, let not this dear refuge fail,This only safe retreat!
3And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
O, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!
4Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!Without one cheering ray,Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,How desolate my way.
4Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way.
5O, shine on this benighted heart,With beams of mercy shine!And let thy healing voice impartA taste of joy divine.
5O, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joy divine.
Mrs. Steele.
943C. M.O for a closer walk with God!O for a closer walk with God!A calm and heavenly frame!A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb!2Where is the blessedness I knewWhen first I saw the Lord?Where is the soul-refreshing viewOf Jesus and his word?3What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!How sweet their memory still!But they have left an aching voidThe world can never fill.4Return, O holy Dove, return,Sweet messenger of rest;I hate the sins that made thee mourn,And drove thee from my breast.5The dearest idol I have known,Whate’er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.6So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.Cowper.
C. M.
O for a closer walk with God!
O for a closer walk with God!A calm and heavenly frame!A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb!
O for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2Where is the blessedness I knewWhen first I saw the Lord?Where is the soul-refreshing viewOf Jesus and his word?
2Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!How sweet their memory still!But they have left an aching voidThe world can never fill.
3What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4Return, O holy Dove, return,Sweet messenger of rest;I hate the sins that made thee mourn,And drove thee from my breast.
4Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5The dearest idol I have known,Whate’er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.
5The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.
6So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
Cowper.
944C. M.O, that I were as in months past.Job. 29:2.Sweet was the time when first I feltThe Saviour’s pardoning bloodApplied to cleanse my soul from guilt,And bring me home to God.2Soon as the morn the light revealed,His praises tuned my tongue;And, when the evening shade prevailed,His love was all my song.3In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,And saw his glory shine;And when I read his holy word,I called each promise mine.4But now, when evening shade prevails,My soul in darkness mourns;And when the morn the light reveals,No light to me returns.5Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,And make my soul thy care;I know thy mercy can not fail;Let me that mercy share.Newton.
C. M.
O, that I were as in months past.Job. 29:2.
Sweet was the time when first I feltThe Saviour’s pardoning bloodApplied to cleanse my soul from guilt,And bring me home to God.
Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour’s pardoning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2Soon as the morn the light revealed,His praises tuned my tongue;And, when the evening shade prevailed,His love was all my song.
2Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And, when the evening shade prevailed,
His love was all my song.
3In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,And saw his glory shine;And when I read his holy word,I called each promise mine.
3In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
4But now, when evening shade prevails,My soul in darkness mourns;And when the morn the light reveals,No light to me returns.
4But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
5Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,And make my soul thy care;I know thy mercy can not fail;Let me that mercy share.
5Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,
And make my soul thy care;
I know thy mercy can not fail;
Let me that mercy share.
Newton.
9458s & 6s.Grieve not the Spirit.Eph. 4:30.O Saviour, lend a listening ear,And answer my request!Forgive, and wipe the falling tear,Now with thy love my spirit cheer,And set my heart at rest.2I mourn the hidings of thy face;The absence of that smile,Which led me to a throne of grace,And gave my soul a resting-placeFrom earthly care and toil.3’Tis sin that separates from theeThis poor benighted soul;My folly and my guilt I see,And now upon the bended knee,I yield to thy control.4Up to the place of thine abodeI lift my waiting eye;To thee, O holy Lamb of God!Whose blood for me so freely flowed,I raise my ardent cry.T. Hastings.
8s & 6s.
Grieve not the Spirit.Eph. 4:30.
O Saviour, lend a listening ear,And answer my request!Forgive, and wipe the falling tear,Now with thy love my spirit cheer,And set my heart at rest.
O Saviour, lend a listening ear,
And answer my request!
Forgive, and wipe the falling tear,
Now with thy love my spirit cheer,
And set my heart at rest.
2I mourn the hidings of thy face;The absence of that smile,Which led me to a throne of grace,And gave my soul a resting-placeFrom earthly care and toil.
2I mourn the hidings of thy face;
The absence of that smile,
Which led me to a throne of grace,
And gave my soul a resting-place
From earthly care and toil.
3’Tis sin that separates from theeThis poor benighted soul;My folly and my guilt I see,And now upon the bended knee,I yield to thy control.
3’Tis sin that separates from thee
This poor benighted soul;
My folly and my guilt I see,
And now upon the bended knee,
I yield to thy control.
4Up to the place of thine abodeI lift my waiting eye;To thee, O holy Lamb of God!Whose blood for me so freely flowed,I raise my ardent cry.
4Up to the place of thine abode
I lift my waiting eye;
To thee, O holy Lamb of God!
Whose blood for me so freely flowed,
I raise my ardent cry.
T. Hastings.
9467s, 6 lines.He hath borne our griefs.Weeping soul, no longer mourn,Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;View him bleeding on the tree,Pouring out his life for thee;There thy every sin he bore:Weeping soul, lament no more.2Cast thy guilty soul on him,Find him mighty to redeem;At his feet thy burden lay,Look thy doubts and fears away;Now by faith the Son embrace,Plead his promise, trust his grace.Toplady.
7s, 6 lines.
He hath borne our griefs.
Weeping soul, no longer mourn,Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;View him bleeding on the tree,Pouring out his life for thee;There thy every sin he bore:Weeping soul, lament no more.
Weeping soul, no longer mourn,
Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee;
There thy every sin he bore:
Weeping soul, lament no more.
2Cast thy guilty soul on him,Find him mighty to redeem;At his feet thy burden lay,Look thy doubts and fears away;Now by faith the Son embrace,Plead his promise, trust his grace.
2Cast thy guilty soul on him,
Find him mighty to redeem;
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and fears away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
Toplady.
9477s, 6 lines.Jesus, Saviour, pity me.Pity, Lord! this child of clay,Who can only weep and pray—Only on thy love depend:Thou who art the sinner’s Friend;Thou the sinner’s only plea—Jesus, Saviour, pity me!2From thy flock, a straying Lamb,Tender Shepherd, though I am;Now, upon the mountain cold,Lost, I long to gain the fold,And within thine arms to be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!3O, where stillest streams are poured,In green pastures lead me, Lord!Bring me back, where angels soundJoy to the poor wanderer found:Evermore my Shepherd be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
7s, 6 lines.
Jesus, Saviour, pity me.
Pity, Lord! this child of clay,Who can only weep and pray—Only on thy love depend:Thou who art the sinner’s Friend;Thou the sinner’s only plea—Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
Pity, Lord! this child of clay,
Who can only weep and pray—
Only on thy love depend:
Thou who art the sinner’s Friend;
Thou the sinner’s only plea—
Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
2From thy flock, a straying Lamb,Tender Shepherd, though I am;Now, upon the mountain cold,Lost, I long to gain the fold,And within thine arms to be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
2From thy flock, a straying Lamb,
Tender Shepherd, though I am;
Now, upon the mountain cold,
Lost, I long to gain the fold,
And within thine arms to be:
Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
3O, where stillest streams are poured,In green pastures lead me, Lord!Bring me back, where angels soundJoy to the poor wanderer found:Evermore my Shepherd be:Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
3O, where stillest streams are poured,
In green pastures lead me, Lord!
Bring me back, where angels sound
Joy to the poor wanderer found:
Evermore my Shepherd be:
Jesus, Saviour, pity me!
9487s.The prodigal invited.Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom the Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother—homeward come.2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother—God can save.3He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek him, for he may be found;Call upon him—he is near.
7s.
The prodigal invited.
Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom the Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother—homeward come.
Brother, hast thou wandered far
From the Father’s happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother—homeward come.
2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother—God can save.
2Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life’s most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother—God can save.
3He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek him, for he may be found;Call upon him—he is near.
3He can heal thy bitterest wound,
He thy gentlest prayer can hear;
Seek him, for he may be found;
Call upon him—he is near.
9498s & 7s.Father, take me.Take me, O my Father! take me—Take me, save me, through thy Son;That which thou wouldst have me, make me;Let thy will in me be done.2Long from thee my footsteps straying,Thorny proved the way I trod;Weary come I now, and praying—Take me to thy love my God!3Fruitless years with grief recalling,Humbly I confess my sin!At thy feet, O Father, falling,To thy household take me in.4Freely now to thee I profferThis relenting heart of mine;Freely, life and soul I offer,Gift unworthy love like thine.5Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,Bore our sins upon the tree;On that sacrifice relying,Now I look in hope to thee.6Father, take me! all forgiving,Fold me to thy loving breast;In thy love for ever living,I must be for ever blest.
8s & 7s.
Father, take me.
Take me, O my Father! take me—Take me, save me, through thy Son;That which thou wouldst have me, make me;Let thy will in me be done.
Take me, O my Father! take me—
Take me, save me, through thy Son;
That which thou wouldst have me, make me;
Let thy will in me be done.
2Long from thee my footsteps straying,Thorny proved the way I trod;Weary come I now, and praying—Take me to thy love my God!
2Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod;
Weary come I now, and praying—
Take me to thy love my God!
3Fruitless years with grief recalling,Humbly I confess my sin!At thy feet, O Father, falling,To thy household take me in.
3Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin!
At thy feet, O Father, falling,
To thy household take me in.
4Freely now to thee I profferThis relenting heart of mine;Freely, life and soul I offer,Gift unworthy love like thine.
4Freely now to thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine;
Freely, life and soul I offer,
Gift unworthy love like thine.
5Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,Bore our sins upon the tree;On that sacrifice relying,Now I look in hope to thee.
5Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,
Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,
Now I look in hope to thee.
6Father, take me! all forgiving,Fold me to thy loving breast;In thy love for ever living,I must be for ever blest.
6Father, take me! all forgiving,
Fold me to thy loving breast;
In thy love for ever living,
I must be for ever blest.
95010s.Returning.A weak and weary dove, with drooping wing,And tired of wandering o’er this watery waste,Jesus, my ark! once more a worthless thing,To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste.2For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat,In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain,My peace—my joy have flown; no rest my feetHave found; and now I turn to thee again!3I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine,But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end;No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine;Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.4I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feetIn fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay;In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet,But short and transient as the passing day.5Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary wasteOf sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain,No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest;And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again.
10s.
Returning.
A weak and weary dove, with drooping wing,And tired of wandering o’er this watery waste,Jesus, my ark! once more a worthless thing,To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste.
A weak and weary dove, with drooping wing,
And tired of wandering o’er this watery waste,
Jesus, my ark! once more a worthless thing,
To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste.
2For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat,In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain,My peace—my joy have flown; no rest my feetHave found; and now I turn to thee again!
2For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat,
In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain,
My peace—my joy have flown; no rest my feet
Have found; and now I turn to thee again!
3I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine,But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end;No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine;Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.
3I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine,
But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end;
No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine;
Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.
4I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feetIn fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay;In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet,But short and transient as the passing day.
4I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feet
In fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay;
In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet,
But short and transient as the passing day.
5Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary wasteOf sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain,No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest;And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again.
5Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary waste
Of sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain,
No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest;
And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again.
SYMPATHIES AND ACTIVITIES.951L. M.Prayer for general peace.Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,And mark the conquests of thy grace;Complete the work thou hast begun,And let thy will on earth be done.2O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;Command the din of war to cease;O, bid contending nations rest,And let thy love rule every breast!3Then peace returns with balmy wing;Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;Reviving commerce lifts her head,And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.4Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,All move subservient to thy word;O, soon let every nation proveThe perfect joy of Christian love!952L. M.I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc.John 17:12.While others pray for grace to dieO Lord, I pray for grace to live;For every hour a fresh supply;O see my need and freely give.2I do not dread the hour of death;If I am thine, no fears remain;I know that with my parting breathI yield for ever mortal pain.3E’en if the darkness should appearToo deep for faith as well as sight,If I am thine, thou wilt be near,And take me to thy heavenly light.4But O! my Lord, in life’s highwayI crave the sunshine of thy face;And every moment of the dayI need thy strong supporting grace.5I dare not—will not—Lord, denyThat heart and feet both go astray;Therefore the more to thee I cryTo keep me in the chosen way.6The more my sin and unbeliefKeep me from walking near to thee,The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief—The more I long thy face to see.953C. M.I was a father to the poor.Job 29:16.Blest is the man whose softening heartFeels all another’s pain;To whom the supplicating eyeWas never raised in vain;2Whose breast expands with generous warmthA stranger’s woes to feel;And bleeds in pity o’er the woundHe wants the power to heal.3He spreads his kind supporting arms,To every child of grief;His secret bounty largely flows,And brings unasked relief.4To gentle offices of love,His feet are never slow;He views, through mercy’s melting eye,A brother in a foe.5Peace from the bosom of his God,The Saviour’s grace shall give;And when he kneels before the throne,His trembling soul shall live.Mrs. Barbauld.954C. M.I delivered the poor and the fatherless.Job 59:12.Bright Source of everlasting love,To thee our souls we raise;And to thy sovereign bounty rearA monument of praise.2Thy mercy gilds the path of lifeWith every cheering ray,Kindly restrains the rising tear,Or wipes that tear away.3To tents of woe, to beds of pain,Our cheerful feet repair,And with the gifts thy hand bestows,Relieve the mourners there.4The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;The orphan shall be fed;The hungering soul we’ll gladly pointTo Christ, the living Bread.Boden.955C. M.Ye have the poor always with you.Matt. 26:11.Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spentLike his, upon the poor.2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.3For thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And, that thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.4Small are the offerings we can make;Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,If given for the Saviour’s sake,They lose not their reward.Croswell.956C. M.A new commandment.Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blesséd word of love.2O, bond of union, strong and deep!O, bond of perfect peace!Not e’en the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.3Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,And the sweet tasks of love.S. Longfellow.957C. M.Scorn not the slightest word or deed.Scorn not the slightest word or deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.2A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.3No act falls fruitless, none can tellHow vast its power may be,Nor what results infolded dwellWithin it silently.4Work on, despair not, bring thy mite,Nor care how small it be,God is with all that serve the right,The holy, true, and free.958C. M.Make channels for the streams of love.Make channels for the streams of love,Where they may broadly run;And love has overflowing streams,To fill them every one.2But if at any time we ceaseSuch channels to provide,The very founts of love for usWill soon be parched and dried.3For we must share, if we would keep,That blessing from above;Ceasing to give, we cease to have:Such is the law of love.French.959C. H. M.Blessed are ye that sow, etc.Isaiah 32:20.O be not faithless! with the mornCast thou abroad thy grain!At noontide faint not thou forlorn,At evening sow again!Blessed are they, whate’er betide,Who thus all waters sow beside.2Thou knowest not which seed shall grow,Or which may die, or live;In faith, and hope, and patience, sow!The increase God shall giveAccording to his gracious will—As best his purpose may fulfill.3O, could our inward eye but view,Our hearts but feel aright,What faith, and love, and hope can do,By their celestial might,We should not say, till these be dead,The power that marvels wrought is fled.B. Barton.960C. M.John 12:3.She loved her Saviour, and to himHer costliest present brought;To crown his head, or grace his name,No gift too rare she thought.2So let the Saviour be adored,And not the poor despised,Give to the hungry from your hoard,But all, give all to Christ.3Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,Give to the weary rest;For sorrow’s children comfort find,And help for all distressed;4But give to Christ alone thy heart,Thy faith, thy love supreme;Then for his sake thine alms impart,And so give all to him.Cutter.961C. M.1 Peter 2:21-23.What grace, O Lord, and beauty shoneAround thy steps below;What patient love was seen in allThy life and death of woe!2For, ever on thy burdened heartA weight of sorrow hung;Yet no ungentle, murmuring wordEscaped thy silent tongue.3Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,Thy friends unfaithful prove;Unwearied in forgiveness still,Thy heart could only love.4O give us hearts to love like thee!Like thee, O Lord, to grieveFar more for others’ sins than allThe wrongs that we receive.5One with thyself, may every eye,In us, thy brethren, seeThe gentleness and grace that springFrom union, Lord! with thee.962C. M.In thee the fatherless findeth mercy.Hos. 14:3.O gracious Lord, whose mercies riseAbove our utmost need,Incline thine ear unto our cry,And hear the orphan plead.2Bereft of all a mother’s love,And all a mother’s care,Lord, whither shall we flee for help?To whom direct our prayer?3To thee we flee, to thee we pray;Thou shalt our Father be:More than the fondest parent’s careWe find, O Lord, in thee.4Already Thou hast heard our cry,And wiped away our tears:Thy mercy has a refuge foundTo guard our helpless years.5O, let thy love descend on thoseWho pity to us show;Nor let their children ever tasteThe orphan’s cup of woe.963C. M.A father of the fatherless.Psalm 68:5.Where shall the child of sorrow findA place for calm repose?Thou! Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes!2What friend have I in heaven or earth,What friend to trust but thee?My father’s dead, my mother’s dead,My God! “remember me.”3Thy gracious promise now fulfill,And bid my troubles cease;In thee the fatherless shall findPure mercy, grace, and peace.4I’ve not a secret care or painBut he that secret knows;Thou, Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes.964C. M.Bear ye one another’s burdens.Gal. 6:2.Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,Delighting in thy will;Each other’s burdens learn to bear,The law of love fulfill.2He that hath pity on the poor,Doth lend unto the Lord:And, lo! his recompense is sure;For more shall be restored.3To thee our all devoted be,In whom we move, and live;Freely we have received from thee;And freely may we give.4And while we thus obey thy word,And every want relieve,O may we find it, gracious Lord!More blest than to receive.965S. M.Not hurt in all my holy mountain.Isaiah 11:9.Hush the loud cannon’s roar,The frantic warrior’s call,Why should the earth be drenched with gore?Are we not brothers all?2Want, from the wretch depart;Chains, from the captive fall;Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart:Sufferers are brothers all.3Churches and sects, strike downEach mean partition wall;Let love each harsher feeling drown:Christians are brothers all.4Let love and truth aloneHold human hearts in thrall,That heaven its work at length may own,And men be brothers all.Johns.966S. M.Establish thou the work of our hands.Psalm 90:17.O praise our God to-day,His constant mercy bless,Whose love hath helped us on our way,And granted us success.2O happiest work below,Earnest of joy above,To sweeten many a cup of woe,By deeds of holy love!3Lord! may it be our choiceThis blesséd rule to keep:Rejoice with them that do rejoice,And weep with them that weep.967S. M.In the morning sow thy seed.Eccl. 11:6.Sow in the morn thy seed;At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear, give thou no heed;Broadcast it o’er the land.2Thou knowest not which shall thrive—The late or early sown;Grace keeps the precious germ alive,When and wherever strown;3The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;On hillside and in dale ’tis found;Go forth, then, everywhere!4And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.5Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, the moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky.6Thence, when the glorious end—The day of God—is come,The angel-reapers shall descend,And heaven cry, Harvest-home.Montgomery.968P. M.The orphan’s prayer.What though earthly friends may frown,Why should I dejected be?Father, let thy will be known,Let me find my all in thee.Never let my soul despair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.2Sorrow’s child I long have been,Often for unkindness mourned;Friendless orphan, poor and mean,By the proud and wealthy scorned.Still to God will I repair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.3Earthly comforts fade and die,Sorrows oft our joys attend;But if we on God rely,He will prove a constant friend.On him I’ll cast every care,He regards the orphan’s prayer;He regards,He regards the orphan’s prayer.9698s & 7s.Psalm 126:6.He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love,Never tiring, never sleeping,Findeth mercy from above.2Soft descend the dews of heaven;Bright the rays celestial shine;Precious fruits will thus be given,Through the influence all divine.3Sow thy seed; be never weary;Let no fears thy soul annoy;Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.4Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,In the rising grain appear;Look again; the fields are whitening,For the harvest time is near.Hastings.9708s & 7s.Life’s work.All around us, fair with flowers,Fields of beauty sleeping lie;All around us clarion voicesCall to duty stern and high.2Following every voice of mercyWith a trusting, loving heart;Let us in life’s earnest laborStill be sure to do our part.3Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Let us work with all our might,Lest the wretched faint and perishIn the coming stormy night.4Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Lest, before to-morrow’s sun,We, too, mournfully departing,Shall have left our work undone.9718s, 7s & 4s.Freely you have received, etc.Matt. 10:8.With my substance I will honorMy Redeemer and my Lord;Were ten thousand worlds my manor,All were nothing to his word:Hallelujah!Now we offer to the Lord.2While the heralds of salvationHis abounding grace proclaim,Let his saints of every stationGladly join to spread his fame:Hallelujah!Gifts we offer to his name.3May his kingdom be promoted;May the world the Saviour know;Be to him these gifts devoted,For to him my all I owe:Hallelujah!Run, ye heralds to and fro.4Praise the Saviour, all ye nations;Praise him, all ye hosts above;Shout with joyful acclamationsHis divine, victorious love:Hallelujah!By this gift our love we’ll prove.Francis.97211s & 10s.That he who loveth God, etc.1 John 4:21.One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good;So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.Whittier.97311s & 10s.I the Lord will hasten it, etc.Isaiah 60:22.Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease;And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.Longfellow.97411s & 10s.Peace on earth.Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever,Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day;Blesséd be God, the hope forsakes him never,That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye.2Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other;Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy;For man shall see in every man a brother,And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy.Longfellow.97510s.Restore such a one in the spirit, etc.Gal. 6:1.Breathe thoughts of pity o’er a brother’s fall,But dwell not with stern anger on his fault:The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all;Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt.2Send back the wanderer to the Saviour’s fold—That were an action worthy of a saint;But not in malice let the crime be told,Nor publish to the world the evil taint.3The Saviour suffers when his children slide;Then is his holy name by men blasphemed!And he afresh is mocked and crucified,Even by those his bitter death redeemed.4Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;Feel as one member in another’s pain;Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,And mighty and eternal is thy gain.Edmeston.9768s & 5s.Work on, hope on.Every day hath toil and trouble,Every heart hath care;Meekly bear thine own full measure,And thy brother’s share,Fear not, shrink not, though the burdenHeavy to thee prove;God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,And thy heart with love.2Patiently enduring, everLet thy spirit beBound, by links that can not sever,To humanity.Labor, wait! thy master laboredTill his task was done;Count not lost thy fleeting moments—Life hath but begun.3Labor! wait! though midnight shadowsGather round thee here,And the storm above thee loweringFill thy heart with fear—Wait in hope! the morning dawnethWhen the night is gone,And a peaceful rest awaits theeWhen thy work is done.Bailey.
951L. M.Prayer for general peace.Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,And mark the conquests of thy grace;Complete the work thou hast begun,And let thy will on earth be done.2O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;Command the din of war to cease;O, bid contending nations rest,And let thy love rule every breast!3Then peace returns with balmy wing;Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;Reviving commerce lifts her head,And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.4Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,All move subservient to thy word;O, soon let every nation proveThe perfect joy of Christian love!
L. M.
Prayer for general peace.
Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,And mark the conquests of thy grace;Complete the work thou hast begun,And let thy will on earth be done.
Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,
And mark the conquests of thy grace;
Complete the work thou hast begun,
And let thy will on earth be done.
2O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;Command the din of war to cease;O, bid contending nations rest,And let thy love rule every breast!
2O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;
Command the din of war to cease;
O, bid contending nations rest,
And let thy love rule every breast!
3Then peace returns with balmy wing;Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;Reviving commerce lifts her head,And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.
3Then peace returns with balmy wing;
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;
Reviving commerce lifts her head,
And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.
4Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,All move subservient to thy word;O, soon let every nation proveThe perfect joy of Christian love!
4Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy word;
O, soon let every nation prove
The perfect joy of Christian love!
952L. M.I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc.John 17:12.While others pray for grace to dieO Lord, I pray for grace to live;For every hour a fresh supply;O see my need and freely give.2I do not dread the hour of death;If I am thine, no fears remain;I know that with my parting breathI yield for ever mortal pain.3E’en if the darkness should appearToo deep for faith as well as sight,If I am thine, thou wilt be near,And take me to thy heavenly light.4But O! my Lord, in life’s highwayI crave the sunshine of thy face;And every moment of the dayI need thy strong supporting grace.5I dare not—will not—Lord, denyThat heart and feet both go astray;Therefore the more to thee I cryTo keep me in the chosen way.6The more my sin and unbeliefKeep me from walking near to thee,The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief—The more I long thy face to see.
L. M.
I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc.John 17:12.
While others pray for grace to dieO Lord, I pray for grace to live;For every hour a fresh supply;O see my need and freely give.
While others pray for grace to die
O Lord, I pray for grace to live;
For every hour a fresh supply;
O see my need and freely give.
2I do not dread the hour of death;If I am thine, no fears remain;I know that with my parting breathI yield for ever mortal pain.
2I do not dread the hour of death;
If I am thine, no fears remain;
I know that with my parting breath
I yield for ever mortal pain.
3E’en if the darkness should appearToo deep for faith as well as sight,If I am thine, thou wilt be near,And take me to thy heavenly light.
3E’en if the darkness should appear
Too deep for faith as well as sight,
If I am thine, thou wilt be near,
And take me to thy heavenly light.
4But O! my Lord, in life’s highwayI crave the sunshine of thy face;And every moment of the dayI need thy strong supporting grace.
4But O! my Lord, in life’s highway
I crave the sunshine of thy face;
And every moment of the day
I need thy strong supporting grace.
5I dare not—will not—Lord, denyThat heart and feet both go astray;Therefore the more to thee I cryTo keep me in the chosen way.
5I dare not—will not—Lord, deny
That heart and feet both go astray;
Therefore the more to thee I cry
To keep me in the chosen way.
6The more my sin and unbeliefKeep me from walking near to thee,The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief—The more I long thy face to see.
6The more my sin and unbelief
Keep me from walking near to thee,
The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief—
The more I long thy face to see.
953C. M.I was a father to the poor.Job 29:16.Blest is the man whose softening heartFeels all another’s pain;To whom the supplicating eyeWas never raised in vain;2Whose breast expands with generous warmthA stranger’s woes to feel;And bleeds in pity o’er the woundHe wants the power to heal.3He spreads his kind supporting arms,To every child of grief;His secret bounty largely flows,And brings unasked relief.4To gentle offices of love,His feet are never slow;He views, through mercy’s melting eye,A brother in a foe.5Peace from the bosom of his God,The Saviour’s grace shall give;And when he kneels before the throne,His trembling soul shall live.Mrs. Barbauld.
C. M.
I was a father to the poor.Job 29:16.
Blest is the man whose softening heartFeels all another’s pain;To whom the supplicating eyeWas never raised in vain;
Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another’s pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;
2Whose breast expands with generous warmthA stranger’s woes to feel;And bleeds in pity o’er the woundHe wants the power to heal.
2Whose breast expands with generous warmth
A stranger’s woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o’er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
3He spreads his kind supporting arms,To every child of grief;His secret bounty largely flows,And brings unasked relief.
3He spreads his kind supporting arms,
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.
4To gentle offices of love,His feet are never slow;He views, through mercy’s melting eye,A brother in a foe.
4To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy’s melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
5Peace from the bosom of his God,The Saviour’s grace shall give;And when he kneels before the throne,His trembling soul shall live.
5Peace from the bosom of his God,
The Saviour’s grace shall give;
And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.
Mrs. Barbauld.
954C. M.I delivered the poor and the fatherless.Job 59:12.Bright Source of everlasting love,To thee our souls we raise;And to thy sovereign bounty rearA monument of praise.2Thy mercy gilds the path of lifeWith every cheering ray,Kindly restrains the rising tear,Or wipes that tear away.3To tents of woe, to beds of pain,Our cheerful feet repair,And with the gifts thy hand bestows,Relieve the mourners there.4The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;The orphan shall be fed;The hungering soul we’ll gladly pointTo Christ, the living Bread.Boden.
C. M.
I delivered the poor and the fatherless.Job 59:12.
Bright Source of everlasting love,To thee our souls we raise;And to thy sovereign bounty rearA monument of praise.
Bright Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise;
And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2Thy mercy gilds the path of lifeWith every cheering ray,Kindly restrains the rising tear,Or wipes that tear away.
2Thy mercy gilds the path of life
With every cheering ray,
Kindly restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.
3To tents of woe, to beds of pain,Our cheerful feet repair,And with the gifts thy hand bestows,Relieve the mourners there.
3To tents of woe, to beds of pain,
Our cheerful feet repair,
And with the gifts thy hand bestows,
Relieve the mourners there.
4The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;The orphan shall be fed;The hungering soul we’ll gladly pointTo Christ, the living Bread.
4The widow’s heart shall sing for joy;
The orphan shall be fed;
The hungering soul we’ll gladly point
To Christ, the living Bread.
Boden.
955C. M.Ye have the poor always with you.Matt. 26:11.Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spentLike his, upon the poor.2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.3For thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And, that thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.4Small are the offerings we can make;Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,If given for the Saviour’s sake,They lose not their reward.Croswell.
C. M.
Ye have the poor always with you.Matt. 26:11.
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,By lane and cell obscure,And let our treasures still be spentLike his, upon the poor.
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure,
And let our treasures still be spent
Like his, upon the poor.
2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,Who bore the world’s sad weight,We, in their gloomy loneliness,Would seek the desolate.
2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world’s sad weight,
We, in their gloomy loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.
3For thou hast placed us side by sideIn this wide world of ill;And, that thy followers may be tried,The poor are with us still.
3For thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And, that thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.
4Small are the offerings we can make;Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,If given for the Saviour’s sake,They lose not their reward.
4Small are the offerings we can make;
Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour’s sake,
They lose not their reward.
Croswell.
956C. M.A new commandment.Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blesséd word of love.2O, bond of union, strong and deep!O, bond of perfect peace!Not e’en the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.3Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,And the sweet tasks of love.S. Longfellow.
C. M.
A new commandment.
Beneath the shadow of the cross,As earthly hopes remove,His new commandment Jesus gives,His blesséd word of love.
Beneath the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,
His new commandment Jesus gives,
His blesséd word of love.
2O, bond of union, strong and deep!O, bond of perfect peace!Not e’en the lifted cross can harm,If we but hold to this.
2O, bond of union, strong and deep!
O, bond of perfect peace!
Not e’en the lifted cross can harm,
If we but hold to this.
3Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours!And swift our feet shall moveTo deeds of pure self-sacrifice,And the sweet tasks of love.
3Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours!
And swift our feet shall move
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice,
And the sweet tasks of love.
S. Longfellow.
957C. M.Scorn not the slightest word or deed.Scorn not the slightest word or deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.2A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.3No act falls fruitless, none can tellHow vast its power may be,Nor what results infolded dwellWithin it silently.4Work on, despair not, bring thy mite,Nor care how small it be,God is with all that serve the right,The holy, true, and free.
C. M.
Scorn not the slightest word or deed.
Scorn not the slightest word or deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.
Scorn not the slightest word or deed,
Nor deem it void of power;
There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,
That waits its natal hour.
2A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.
2A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life;
A look of love bid sin depart,
And still unholy strife.
3No act falls fruitless, none can tellHow vast its power may be,Nor what results infolded dwellWithin it silently.
3No act falls fruitless, none can tell
How vast its power may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell
Within it silently.
4Work on, despair not, bring thy mite,Nor care how small it be,God is with all that serve the right,The holy, true, and free.
4Work on, despair not, bring thy mite,
Nor care how small it be,
God is with all that serve the right,
The holy, true, and free.
958C. M.Make channels for the streams of love.Make channels for the streams of love,Where they may broadly run;And love has overflowing streams,To fill them every one.2But if at any time we ceaseSuch channels to provide,The very founts of love for usWill soon be parched and dried.3For we must share, if we would keep,That blessing from above;Ceasing to give, we cease to have:Such is the law of love.French.
C. M.
Make channels for the streams of love.
Make channels for the streams of love,Where they may broadly run;And love has overflowing streams,To fill them every one.
Make channels for the streams of love,
Where they may broadly run;
And love has overflowing streams,
To fill them every one.
2But if at any time we ceaseSuch channels to provide,The very founts of love for usWill soon be parched and dried.
2But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
The very founts of love for us
Will soon be parched and dried.
3For we must share, if we would keep,That blessing from above;Ceasing to give, we cease to have:Such is the law of love.
3For we must share, if we would keep,
That blessing from above;
Ceasing to give, we cease to have:
Such is the law of love.
French.
959C. H. M.Blessed are ye that sow, etc.Isaiah 32:20.O be not faithless! with the mornCast thou abroad thy grain!At noontide faint not thou forlorn,At evening sow again!Blessed are they, whate’er betide,Who thus all waters sow beside.2Thou knowest not which seed shall grow,Or which may die, or live;In faith, and hope, and patience, sow!The increase God shall giveAccording to his gracious will—As best his purpose may fulfill.3O, could our inward eye but view,Our hearts but feel aright,What faith, and love, and hope can do,By their celestial might,We should not say, till these be dead,The power that marvels wrought is fled.B. Barton.
C. H. M.
Blessed are ye that sow, etc.Isaiah 32:20.
O be not faithless! with the mornCast thou abroad thy grain!At noontide faint not thou forlorn,At evening sow again!Blessed are they, whate’er betide,Who thus all waters sow beside.
O be not faithless! with the morn
Cast thou abroad thy grain!
At noontide faint not thou forlorn,
At evening sow again!
Blessed are they, whate’er betide,
Who thus all waters sow beside.
2Thou knowest not which seed shall grow,Or which may die, or live;In faith, and hope, and patience, sow!The increase God shall giveAccording to his gracious will—As best his purpose may fulfill.
2Thou knowest not which seed shall grow,
Or which may die, or live;
In faith, and hope, and patience, sow!
The increase God shall give
According to his gracious will—
As best his purpose may fulfill.
3O, could our inward eye but view,Our hearts but feel aright,What faith, and love, and hope can do,By their celestial might,We should not say, till these be dead,The power that marvels wrought is fled.
3O, could our inward eye but view,
Our hearts but feel aright,
What faith, and love, and hope can do,
By their celestial might,
We should not say, till these be dead,
The power that marvels wrought is fled.
B. Barton.
960C. M.John 12:3.She loved her Saviour, and to himHer costliest present brought;To crown his head, or grace his name,No gift too rare she thought.2So let the Saviour be adored,And not the poor despised,Give to the hungry from your hoard,But all, give all to Christ.3Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,Give to the weary rest;For sorrow’s children comfort find,And help for all distressed;4But give to Christ alone thy heart,Thy faith, thy love supreme;Then for his sake thine alms impart,And so give all to him.Cutter.
C. M.
John 12:3.
She loved her Saviour, and to himHer costliest present brought;To crown his head, or grace his name,No gift too rare she thought.
She loved her Saviour, and to him
Her costliest present brought;
To crown his head, or grace his name,
No gift too rare she thought.
2So let the Saviour be adored,And not the poor despised,Give to the hungry from your hoard,But all, give all to Christ.
2So let the Saviour be adored,
And not the poor despised,
Give to the hungry from your hoard,
But all, give all to Christ.
3Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,Give to the weary rest;For sorrow’s children comfort find,And help for all distressed;
3Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,
Give to the weary rest;
For sorrow’s children comfort find,
And help for all distressed;
4But give to Christ alone thy heart,Thy faith, thy love supreme;Then for his sake thine alms impart,And so give all to him.
4But give to Christ alone thy heart,
Thy faith, thy love supreme;
Then for his sake thine alms impart,
And so give all to him.
Cutter.
961C. M.1 Peter 2:21-23.What grace, O Lord, and beauty shoneAround thy steps below;What patient love was seen in allThy life and death of woe!2For, ever on thy burdened heartA weight of sorrow hung;Yet no ungentle, murmuring wordEscaped thy silent tongue.3Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,Thy friends unfaithful prove;Unwearied in forgiveness still,Thy heart could only love.4O give us hearts to love like thee!Like thee, O Lord, to grieveFar more for others’ sins than allThe wrongs that we receive.5One with thyself, may every eye,In us, thy brethren, seeThe gentleness and grace that springFrom union, Lord! with thee.
C. M.
1 Peter 2:21-23.
What grace, O Lord, and beauty shoneAround thy steps below;What patient love was seen in allThy life and death of woe!
What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!
2For, ever on thy burdened heartA weight of sorrow hung;Yet no ungentle, murmuring wordEscaped thy silent tongue.
2For, ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.
3Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,Thy friends unfaithful prove;Unwearied in forgiveness still,Thy heart could only love.
3Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
4O give us hearts to love like thee!Like thee, O Lord, to grieveFar more for others’ sins than allThe wrongs that we receive.
4O give us hearts to love like thee!
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others’ sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.
5One with thyself, may every eye,In us, thy brethren, seeThe gentleness and grace that springFrom union, Lord! with thee.
5One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see
The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord! with thee.
962C. M.In thee the fatherless findeth mercy.Hos. 14:3.O gracious Lord, whose mercies riseAbove our utmost need,Incline thine ear unto our cry,And hear the orphan plead.2Bereft of all a mother’s love,And all a mother’s care,Lord, whither shall we flee for help?To whom direct our prayer?3To thee we flee, to thee we pray;Thou shalt our Father be:More than the fondest parent’s careWe find, O Lord, in thee.4Already Thou hast heard our cry,And wiped away our tears:Thy mercy has a refuge foundTo guard our helpless years.5O, let thy love descend on thoseWho pity to us show;Nor let their children ever tasteThe orphan’s cup of woe.
C. M.
In thee the fatherless findeth mercy.Hos. 14:3.
O gracious Lord, whose mercies riseAbove our utmost need,Incline thine ear unto our cry,And hear the orphan plead.
O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise
Above our utmost need,
Incline thine ear unto our cry,
And hear the orphan plead.
2Bereft of all a mother’s love,And all a mother’s care,Lord, whither shall we flee for help?To whom direct our prayer?
2Bereft of all a mother’s love,
And all a mother’s care,
Lord, whither shall we flee for help?
To whom direct our prayer?
3To thee we flee, to thee we pray;Thou shalt our Father be:More than the fondest parent’s careWe find, O Lord, in thee.
3To thee we flee, to thee we pray;
Thou shalt our Father be:
More than the fondest parent’s care
We find, O Lord, in thee.
4Already Thou hast heard our cry,And wiped away our tears:Thy mercy has a refuge foundTo guard our helpless years.
4Already Thou hast heard our cry,
And wiped away our tears:
Thy mercy has a refuge found
To guard our helpless years.
5O, let thy love descend on thoseWho pity to us show;Nor let their children ever tasteThe orphan’s cup of woe.
5O, let thy love descend on those
Who pity to us show;
Nor let their children ever taste
The orphan’s cup of woe.
963C. M.A father of the fatherless.Psalm 68:5.Where shall the child of sorrow findA place for calm repose?Thou! Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes!2What friend have I in heaven or earth,What friend to trust but thee?My father’s dead, my mother’s dead,My God! “remember me.”3Thy gracious promise now fulfill,And bid my troubles cease;In thee the fatherless shall findPure mercy, grace, and peace.4I’ve not a secret care or painBut he that secret knows;Thou, Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes.
C. M.
A father of the fatherless.Psalm 68:5.
Where shall the child of sorrow findA place for calm repose?Thou! Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes!
Where shall the child of sorrow find
A place for calm repose?
Thou! Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan’s woes!
2What friend have I in heaven or earth,What friend to trust but thee?My father’s dead, my mother’s dead,My God! “remember me.”
2What friend have I in heaven or earth,
What friend to trust but thee?
My father’s dead, my mother’s dead,
My God! “remember me.”
3Thy gracious promise now fulfill,And bid my troubles cease;In thee the fatherless shall findPure mercy, grace, and peace.
3Thy gracious promise now fulfill,
And bid my troubles cease;
In thee the fatherless shall find
Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
4I’ve not a secret care or painBut he that secret knows;Thou, Father of the fatherless,Pity the orphan’s woes.
4I’ve not a secret care or pain
But he that secret knows;
Thou, Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan’s woes.
964C. M.Bear ye one another’s burdens.Gal. 6:2.Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,Delighting in thy will;Each other’s burdens learn to bear,The law of love fulfill.2He that hath pity on the poor,Doth lend unto the Lord:And, lo! his recompense is sure;For more shall be restored.3To thee our all devoted be,In whom we move, and live;Freely we have received from thee;And freely may we give.4And while we thus obey thy word,And every want relieve,O may we find it, gracious Lord!More blest than to receive.
C. M.
Bear ye one another’s burdens.Gal. 6:2.
Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,Delighting in thy will;Each other’s burdens learn to bear,The law of love fulfill.
Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy will;
Each other’s burdens learn to bear,
The law of love fulfill.
2He that hath pity on the poor,Doth lend unto the Lord:And, lo! his recompense is sure;For more shall be restored.
2He that hath pity on the poor,
Doth lend unto the Lord:
And, lo! his recompense is sure;
For more shall be restored.
3To thee our all devoted be,In whom we move, and live;Freely we have received from thee;And freely may we give.
3To thee our all devoted be,
In whom we move, and live;
Freely we have received from thee;
And freely may we give.
4And while we thus obey thy word,And every want relieve,O may we find it, gracious Lord!More blest than to receive.
4And while we thus obey thy word,
And every want relieve,
O may we find it, gracious Lord!
More blest than to receive.
965S. M.Not hurt in all my holy mountain.Isaiah 11:9.Hush the loud cannon’s roar,The frantic warrior’s call,Why should the earth be drenched with gore?Are we not brothers all?2Want, from the wretch depart;Chains, from the captive fall;Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart:Sufferers are brothers all.3Churches and sects, strike downEach mean partition wall;Let love each harsher feeling drown:Christians are brothers all.4Let love and truth aloneHold human hearts in thrall,That heaven its work at length may own,And men be brothers all.Johns.
S. M.
Not hurt in all my holy mountain.Isaiah 11:9.
Hush the loud cannon’s roar,The frantic warrior’s call,Why should the earth be drenched with gore?Are we not brothers all?
Hush the loud cannon’s roar,
The frantic warrior’s call,
Why should the earth be drenched with gore?
Are we not brothers all?
2Want, from the wretch depart;Chains, from the captive fall;Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart:Sufferers are brothers all.
2Want, from the wretch depart;
Chains, from the captive fall;
Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart:
Sufferers are brothers all.
3Churches and sects, strike downEach mean partition wall;Let love each harsher feeling drown:Christians are brothers all.
3Churches and sects, strike down
Each mean partition wall;
Let love each harsher feeling drown:
Christians are brothers all.
4Let love and truth aloneHold human hearts in thrall,That heaven its work at length may own,And men be brothers all.
4Let love and truth alone
Hold human hearts in thrall,
That heaven its work at length may own,
And men be brothers all.
Johns.
966S. M.Establish thou the work of our hands.Psalm 90:17.O praise our God to-day,His constant mercy bless,Whose love hath helped us on our way,And granted us success.2O happiest work below,Earnest of joy above,To sweeten many a cup of woe,By deeds of holy love!3Lord! may it be our choiceThis blesséd rule to keep:Rejoice with them that do rejoice,And weep with them that weep.
S. M.
Establish thou the work of our hands.Psalm 90:17.
O praise our God to-day,His constant mercy bless,Whose love hath helped us on our way,And granted us success.
O praise our God to-day,
His constant mercy bless,
Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.
2O happiest work below,Earnest of joy above,To sweeten many a cup of woe,By deeds of holy love!
2O happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,
To sweeten many a cup of woe,
By deeds of holy love!
3Lord! may it be our choiceThis blesséd rule to keep:Rejoice with them that do rejoice,And weep with them that weep.
3Lord! may it be our choice
This blesséd rule to keep:
Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
And weep with them that weep.
967S. M.In the morning sow thy seed.Eccl. 11:6.Sow in the morn thy seed;At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear, give thou no heed;Broadcast it o’er the land.2Thou knowest not which shall thrive—The late or early sown;Grace keeps the precious germ alive,When and wherever strown;3The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;On hillside and in dale ’tis found;Go forth, then, everywhere!4And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.5Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, the moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky.6Thence, when the glorious end—The day of God—is come,The angel-reapers shall descend,And heaven cry, Harvest-home.Montgomery.
S. M.
In the morning sow thy seed.Eccl. 11:6.
Sow in the morn thy seed;At eve hold not thy hand;To doubt and fear, give thou no heed;Broadcast it o’er the land.
Sow in the morn thy seed;
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear, give thou no heed;
Broadcast it o’er the land.
2Thou knowest not which shall thrive—The late or early sown;Grace keeps the precious germ alive,When and wherever strown;
2Thou knowest not which shall thrive—
The late or early sown;
Grace keeps the precious germ alive,
When and wherever strown;
3The good, the fruitful groundExpect not here nor there;On hillside and in dale ’tis found;Go forth, then, everywhere!
3The good, the fruitful ground
Expect not here nor there;
On hillside and in dale ’tis found;
Go forth, then, everywhere!
4And duly shall appear,In verdure, beauty, strength,The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,And the full corn at length.
4And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
5Thou canst not toil in vain;Cold, heat, the moist and dry,Shall foster and mature the grainFor garners in the sky.
5Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, the moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
6Thence, when the glorious end—The day of God—is come,The angel-reapers shall descend,And heaven cry, Harvest-home.
6Thence, when the glorious end—
The day of God—is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry, Harvest-home.
Montgomery.
968P. M.The orphan’s prayer.What though earthly friends may frown,Why should I dejected be?Father, let thy will be known,Let me find my all in thee.Never let my soul despair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.2Sorrow’s child I long have been,Often for unkindness mourned;Friendless orphan, poor and mean,By the proud and wealthy scorned.Still to God will I repair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.3Earthly comforts fade and die,Sorrows oft our joys attend;But if we on God rely,He will prove a constant friend.On him I’ll cast every care,He regards the orphan’s prayer;He regards,He regards the orphan’s prayer.
P. M.
The orphan’s prayer.
What though earthly friends may frown,Why should I dejected be?Father, let thy will be known,Let me find my all in thee.Never let my soul despair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.
What though earthly friends may frown,
Why should I dejected be?
Father, let thy will be known,
Let me find my all in thee.
Never let my soul despair,
God will hear the orphan’s prayer;
God will hear,
God will hear the orphan’s prayer.
2Sorrow’s child I long have been,Often for unkindness mourned;Friendless orphan, poor and mean,By the proud and wealthy scorned.Still to God will I repair,God will hear the orphan’s prayer;God will hear,God will hear the orphan’s prayer.
2Sorrow’s child I long have been,
Often for unkindness mourned;
Friendless orphan, poor and mean,
By the proud and wealthy scorned.
Still to God will I repair,
God will hear the orphan’s prayer;
God will hear,
God will hear the orphan’s prayer.
3Earthly comforts fade and die,Sorrows oft our joys attend;But if we on God rely,He will prove a constant friend.On him I’ll cast every care,He regards the orphan’s prayer;He regards,He regards the orphan’s prayer.
3Earthly comforts fade and die,
Sorrows oft our joys attend;
But if we on God rely,
He will prove a constant friend.
On him I’ll cast every care,
He regards the orphan’s prayer;
He regards,
He regards the orphan’s prayer.
9698s & 7s.Psalm 126:6.He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love,Never tiring, never sleeping,Findeth mercy from above.2Soft descend the dews of heaven;Bright the rays celestial shine;Precious fruits will thus be given,Through the influence all divine.3Sow thy seed; be never weary;Let no fears thy soul annoy;Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.4Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,In the rising grain appear;Look again; the fields are whitening,For the harvest time is near.Hastings.
8s & 7s.
Psalm 126:6.
He that goeth forth with weeping,Bearing precious seed in love,Never tiring, never sleeping,Findeth mercy from above.
He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love,
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above.
2Soft descend the dews of heaven;Bright the rays celestial shine;Precious fruits will thus be given,Through the influence all divine.
2Soft descend the dews of heaven;
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,
Through the influence all divine.
3Sow thy seed; be never weary;Let no fears thy soul annoy;Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
3Sow thy seed; be never weary;
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne’er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.
4Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,In the rising grain appear;Look again; the fields are whitening,For the harvest time is near.
4Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,
In the rising grain appear;
Look again; the fields are whitening,
For the harvest time is near.
Hastings.
9708s & 7s.Life’s work.All around us, fair with flowers,Fields of beauty sleeping lie;All around us clarion voicesCall to duty stern and high.2Following every voice of mercyWith a trusting, loving heart;Let us in life’s earnest laborStill be sure to do our part.3Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Let us work with all our might,Lest the wretched faint and perishIn the coming stormy night.4Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Lest, before to-morrow’s sun,We, too, mournfully departing,Shall have left our work undone.
8s & 7s.
Life’s work.
All around us, fair with flowers,Fields of beauty sleeping lie;All around us clarion voicesCall to duty stern and high.
All around us, fair with flowers,
Fields of beauty sleeping lie;
All around us clarion voices
Call to duty stern and high.
2Following every voice of mercyWith a trusting, loving heart;Let us in life’s earnest laborStill be sure to do our part.
2Following every voice of mercy
With a trusting, loving heart;
Let us in life’s earnest labor
Still be sure to do our part.
3Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Let us work with all our might,Lest the wretched faint and perishIn the coming stormy night.
3Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Let us work with all our might,
Lest the wretched faint and perish
In the coming stormy night.
4Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,Lest, before to-morrow’s sun,We, too, mournfully departing,Shall have left our work undone.
4Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Lest, before to-morrow’s sun,
We, too, mournfully departing,
Shall have left our work undone.
9718s, 7s & 4s.Freely you have received, etc.Matt. 10:8.With my substance I will honorMy Redeemer and my Lord;Were ten thousand worlds my manor,All were nothing to his word:Hallelujah!Now we offer to the Lord.2While the heralds of salvationHis abounding grace proclaim,Let his saints of every stationGladly join to spread his fame:Hallelujah!Gifts we offer to his name.3May his kingdom be promoted;May the world the Saviour know;Be to him these gifts devoted,For to him my all I owe:Hallelujah!Run, ye heralds to and fro.4Praise the Saviour, all ye nations;Praise him, all ye hosts above;Shout with joyful acclamationsHis divine, victorious love:Hallelujah!By this gift our love we’ll prove.Francis.
8s, 7s & 4s.
Freely you have received, etc.Matt. 10:8.
With my substance I will honorMy Redeemer and my Lord;Were ten thousand worlds my manor,All were nothing to his word:Hallelujah!Now we offer to the Lord.
With my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word:
Hallelujah!
Now we offer to the Lord.
2While the heralds of salvationHis abounding grace proclaim,Let his saints of every stationGladly join to spread his fame:Hallelujah!Gifts we offer to his name.
2While the heralds of salvation
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his saints of every station
Gladly join to spread his fame:
Hallelujah!
Gifts we offer to his name.
3May his kingdom be promoted;May the world the Saviour know;Be to him these gifts devoted,For to him my all I owe:Hallelujah!Run, ye heralds to and fro.
3May his kingdom be promoted;
May the world the Saviour know;
Be to him these gifts devoted,
For to him my all I owe:
Hallelujah!
Run, ye heralds to and fro.
4Praise the Saviour, all ye nations;Praise him, all ye hosts above;Shout with joyful acclamationsHis divine, victorious love:Hallelujah!By this gift our love we’ll prove.
4Praise the Saviour, all ye nations;
Praise him, all ye hosts above;
Shout with joyful acclamations
His divine, victorious love:
Hallelujah!
By this gift our love we’ll prove.
Francis.
97211s & 10s.That he who loveth God, etc.1 John 4:21.One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good;So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.Whittier.
11s & 10s.
That he who loveth God, etc.1 John 4:21.
One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!The holier worship which God deigns to bless,Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken!
The holier worship which God deigns to bless,
Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken,
And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other;Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
2Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother!
For where love dwells, the peace of God is there;
To worship rightly is to love each other;
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
3Follow, with reverent steps, the great exampleOf him whose holy work was doing good;So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
3Follow, with reverent steps, the great example
Of him whose holy work was doing good;
So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
4Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor
Of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease;
Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger,
And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
Whittier.
97311s & 10s.I the Lord will hasten it, etc.Isaiah 60:22.Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease;And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.Longfellow.
11s & 10s.
I the Lord will hasten it, etc.Isaiah 60:22.
Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease;And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”
Down the dark future, through long generations,
The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease;
And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”
2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.
2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,
The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;
But beautiful as songs of the immortals,
The holy melodies of love arise.
Longfellow.
97411s & 10s.Peace on earth.Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever,Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day;Blesséd be God, the hope forsakes him never,That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye.2Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other;Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy;For man shall see in every man a brother,And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy.Longfellow.
11s & 10s.
Peace on earth.
Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever,Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day;Blesséd be God, the hope forsakes him never,That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye.
Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever,
Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day;
Blesséd be God, the hope forsakes him never,
That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye.
2Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other;Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy;For man shall see in every man a brother,And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy.
2Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other;
Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy;
For man shall see in every man a brother,
And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy.
Longfellow.
97510s.Restore such a one in the spirit, etc.Gal. 6:1.Breathe thoughts of pity o’er a brother’s fall,But dwell not with stern anger on his fault:The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all;Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt.2Send back the wanderer to the Saviour’s fold—That were an action worthy of a saint;But not in malice let the crime be told,Nor publish to the world the evil taint.3The Saviour suffers when his children slide;Then is his holy name by men blasphemed!And he afresh is mocked and crucified,Even by those his bitter death redeemed.4Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;Feel as one member in another’s pain;Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,And mighty and eternal is thy gain.Edmeston.
10s.
Restore such a one in the spirit, etc.Gal. 6:1.
Breathe thoughts of pity o’er a brother’s fall,But dwell not with stern anger on his fault:The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all;Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt.
Breathe thoughts of pity o’er a brother’s fall,
But dwell not with stern anger on his fault:
The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all;
Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt.
2Send back the wanderer to the Saviour’s fold—That were an action worthy of a saint;But not in malice let the crime be told,Nor publish to the world the evil taint.
2Send back the wanderer to the Saviour’s fold—
That were an action worthy of a saint;
But not in malice let the crime be told,
Nor publish to the world the evil taint.
3The Saviour suffers when his children slide;Then is his holy name by men blasphemed!And he afresh is mocked and crucified,Even by those his bitter death redeemed.
3The Saviour suffers when his children slide;
Then is his holy name by men blasphemed!
And he afresh is mocked and crucified,
Even by those his bitter death redeemed.
4Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;Feel as one member in another’s pain;Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,And mighty and eternal is thy gain.
4Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;
Feel as one member in another’s pain;
Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,
And mighty and eternal is thy gain.
Edmeston.
9768s & 5s.Work on, hope on.Every day hath toil and trouble,Every heart hath care;Meekly bear thine own full measure,And thy brother’s share,Fear not, shrink not, though the burdenHeavy to thee prove;God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,And thy heart with love.2Patiently enduring, everLet thy spirit beBound, by links that can not sever,To humanity.Labor, wait! thy master laboredTill his task was done;Count not lost thy fleeting moments—Life hath but begun.3Labor! wait! though midnight shadowsGather round thee here,And the storm above thee loweringFill thy heart with fear—Wait in hope! the morning dawnethWhen the night is gone,And a peaceful rest awaits theeWhen thy work is done.Bailey.
8s & 5s.
Work on, hope on.
Every day hath toil and trouble,Every heart hath care;Meekly bear thine own full measure,And thy brother’s share,Fear not, shrink not, though the burdenHeavy to thee prove;God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,And thy heart with love.
Every day hath toil and trouble,
Every heart hath care;
Meekly bear thine own full measure,
And thy brother’s share,
Fear not, shrink not, though the burden
Heavy to thee prove;
God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,
And thy heart with love.
2Patiently enduring, everLet thy spirit beBound, by links that can not sever,To humanity.Labor, wait! thy master laboredTill his task was done;Count not lost thy fleeting moments—Life hath but begun.
2Patiently enduring, ever
Let thy spirit be
Bound, by links that can not sever,
To humanity.
Labor, wait! thy master labored
Till his task was done;
Count not lost thy fleeting moments—
Life hath but begun.
3Labor! wait! though midnight shadowsGather round thee here,And the storm above thee loweringFill thy heart with fear—Wait in hope! the morning dawnethWhen the night is gone,And a peaceful rest awaits theeWhen thy work is done.
3Labor! wait! though midnight shadows
Gather round thee here,
And the storm above thee lowering
Fill thy heart with fear—
Wait in hope! the morning dawneth
When the night is gone,
And a peaceful rest awaits thee
When thy work is done.
Bailey.
PRIVATE DEVOTIONS.977L. M.Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone.Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,Let my religious hours alone:Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.2My heart grows warm with holy fire,And kindles with a pure desire;Come, my dear Jesus! from above,And feed my soul with heavenly love.3Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—How sweet thine entertainments are!Never did angels taste aboveRedeeming grace and dying love.4Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!In thee thy Father’s glories shine:Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,That eyes have seen, or angels known!Watts.978L. M.Abide with us; for it is toward evening.Luke 24:29.Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,It is not night if thou be near:O, may no earth-born cloud ariseTo hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!2When soft the dews of kindly sleepMy wearied eyelids gently steep,Be my last thought—how sweet to restFor ever on my Saviour’s breast!3Abide with me from morn till eve,For without thee I can not live;Abide with me when night is nigh,For without thee I dare not die.4Be near to bless me when I wake,Ere through the world my way I take;Abide with me till in thy loveI lose myself in heaven above.Keble.979L. M.The fullness of God.Eph. 3:19.My God, my heart with love inflame,That I may in thy holy nameAloud in songs of praise rejoice,While I have breath to raise my voice.2No more let my ungrateful heartOne moment from thy praise depart;But live and sing in sweet accord,The glories of my sovereign Lord.3Jesus! thou hope of glory, come,And make my heart thy constant home:Through all the remnant of my days,O let me speak and live thy praise!9808s & 4s.In the night watches.Psalm 63:6.In silence of the voiceless night,When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,O God, but thee?2And if there weigh upon my breast,Vague memories of the day foregone,Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee,And lay them down.3Or, if it be the gloom that comes,In token of impending ill,My bosom heeds not what it is,Since ’tis thy will.4For, O! in spite of constant care,Or aught beside, how joyfullyI pass that solitary hour,My God, with thee!5More tranquil than the stilly night,More peaceful than that voiceless hour,Supremely blest, my bosom liesBeneath thy power.6For what on earth can I desire,Of all it hath to offer me?Or whom in heaven do I seek,O God, but thee?981L. M.In the world, but not of it.O that I could for ever dwell,Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet;Behold the form I love so well,And all his tender words repeat!2The world shut out from all my soul,And heaven brought in with all its bliss,O! is there aught from pole to pole,One moment to compare with this?3This is the hidden life I prize—A life of penitential love;When I my follies most despise,And raise my highest thoughts above?4When all I am I clearly see,And freely own with deepest shame;When the Redeemer’s love to meKindles within a deathless flame.5Thus would I live till nature fail,And all my former sins forsake;Then rise to God within the vail,And of eternal joys partake.Reed.982L. M.Retirement and meditation.Psalm 4:4.Return, my roving heart, return,And chase these shadowy forms no more;Seek out some solitude to mourn,And thy forsaken God implore.2O thou, great God, whose piercing eyeDistinctly marks each deep recess;In these sequestered hours draw nigh,And with thy presence fill the place.3Through all the windings of my heart,My search let heavenly wisdom guide;And still its radiant beams impartTill all be searched and purified.4Then with the visits of thy love,Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;Till every grace shall join to proveThat God has fixed his dwelling there.Doddridge.983L. M. D.The gate of heaven.Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells thy secret Majesty:Yet wheresoe’er our spirits bendIn reverent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find thy Spirit there.2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn of him to drink the cup,To bear the cross and win the crown.3Here may the sick and wandering soul,To truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave;And may we learn, while here, apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife,That thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And thy best praise a holy life!E. H. Chapin.984C. M.Joy unspeakable.1 Pet. 1:8.Sweet is the prayer whose holy streamIn earnest pleading flows;Devotion dwells upon the theme,And warm and warmer glows.2Faith grasps the blessing she desires,Hope points the upward gaze;And love, untrembling love inspiresThe eloquence of praise.3But sweeter far the still, small voice,Heard by the human ear,When God hath made the heart rejoice,And dried the bitter tear.4Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;All utterance faileth there;But listening spirits comprehend,And God accepts the prayer.985C. M.Communion with God in retirement.Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,From strife and tumult far;From scenes where Satan wages stillHis most successful war.2The calm retreat, the silent shade,With prayer and praise agree;And seem by thy sweet bounty madeFor those who follow thee.3There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,And grace her mean abode,O, with what peace, and joy, and love,She then communes with God!4There, like the nightingale she poursHer solitary lays;Nor asks a witness of her song,Nor thirsts for human praise.5Author and Guardian of my life!Sweet Source of light divine,And all harmonious names in one—My Saviour!—thou art mine!6What thanks I owe thee, and what love—A boundless, endless store—Shall echo through the realms above,When time shall be no more.Cowper.986C. M.Secret prayer.Matt. 6:6.Father divine, thy piercing eyeSees through the darkest night,In deep retirement thou art nigh,With heart-discerning sight.2There may that piercing eye survey,My duteous homage paid,With every morning’s dawning rayAnd every evening’s shade.3O let thy own celestial fireThe incense still inflame;While my warm vows to thee aspire,Through my Redeemer’s name.4So shall the visits of thy loveMy soul in secret bless;So shalt thou deign in worlds above,Thy suppliant to confess.Doddridge.987C. M.Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet. 3:15O could I find, from day to day,A nearness to my God,Then would my hours glide sweet awayWhile leaning on his word.2Lord, I desire with thee to liveAnew from day to day,In joys the world can never give,Nor ever take away.3Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart,And make me wholly thine,That I may never more depart,Nor grieve thy love divine.4Thus, till my last, expiring breath,Thy goodness I’ll adore;And when my frame dissolves in death,My soul shall love thee more.988S. M.I am still with thee.Psalm 139:18.Still with thee, O my God,I would desire to be;By day, by night, at home, abroad,I would be still with thee;—2With thee, when dawn comes in,And calls me back to care;Each day returning to beginWith thee, my God, in prayer;—3With thee, amid the crowdThat throngs the busy mart,To hear thy voice, ’mid clamor loud,Speak softly to my heart;—4With thee, when day is done,And evening calms the mind:The setting as the rising sun,With thee my heart would find.5With thee, when darkness bringsThe signal of repose,Calm in the shadow of thy wings,Mine eyelids I would close.6With thee, in thee, by faithAbiding I would be;By day, by night, in life, in death,I would be still with thee.9897s.Your life is hid with Christ in God.Coll. 3:3.Let my life be hid in thee,Life of life, and Light of light!Love’s illimitable Sea!Depth of peace, of power the Hight.2Let my life be hid in thee,When my foes are gathering round;Covered with thy panoply,Safe within thy holy ground.3Let my life be hid in thee,From vexation and annoy;Calm in thy tranquillity,All my mourning turned to joy.4Let my life be hid in thee;When my strength and health shall fail,Let thine immortalityIn my dying hour prevail.9907s, double.That I may win Christ.Phil. 3:8.Jesus, Saviour all divine,Hast thou made me truly thine?Hast thou bought me by thy blood?Reconciled my heart to God?Hearken to my tender prayer,Let me thine own image bear;Let me love thee more and more,Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.2Thou canst fit me by thy graceFor the heavenly dwelling-place;All thy promises are sure,Ever shall thy love endure;Then what more could I desire,How to greater bliss aspire?All I need, in thee I see,Thou art all in all to me.T. Hastings.9917s.Thou God seest me.Gen. 16:13.God is in the loneliest spotPresent, though thou know it not;Morning vows and evening prayerMake a Bethel everywhere.2Go where duty guides thy feet;There good angels thou shalt meet;Hosts of God thou canst not see,Watch thy steps and wait on thee.Conder.99212s & 11s.I make mention of you, etc.Rom. 1:9.When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center,Denied for a time their loved presence to share;In spirit we meet, when the closet we enter,And hold sweet communion together in prayer!2O! fondly I think, as night’s curtains surround them,The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps,The angels of light are encamping around them,They are watched by the eye that ne’er slumbers nor sleeps,3When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them,And summon them forth to the calls of the day,I will think of that God who will never forsake them,The Friend ever near though all else be away.4Then why should one thought of anxiety seize us,Though distance divide us from those whom we love?They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus,Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions above.5O! sweet bond of friendship, whate’er may betide us,Though on life’s stormy billows our barks may be driven,Though distance, or trial, or death may divide us,Eternal re-union awaits us in heaven.Macduff.
977L. M.Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone.Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,Let my religious hours alone:Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.2My heart grows warm with holy fire,And kindles with a pure desire;Come, my dear Jesus! from above,And feed my soul with heavenly love.3Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—How sweet thine entertainments are!Never did angels taste aboveRedeeming grace and dying love.4Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!In thee thy Father’s glories shine:Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,That eyes have seen, or angels known!Watts.
L. M.
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone.
Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,Let my religious hours alone:Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.
Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.
2My heart grows warm with holy fire,And kindles with a pure desire;Come, my dear Jesus! from above,And feed my soul with heavenly love.
2My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—How sweet thine entertainments are!Never did angels taste aboveRedeeming grace and dying love.
3Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!In thee thy Father’s glories shine:Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,That eyes have seen, or angels known!
4Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
Watts.
978L. M.Abide with us; for it is toward evening.Luke 24:29.Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,It is not night if thou be near:O, may no earth-born cloud ariseTo hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!2When soft the dews of kindly sleepMy wearied eyelids gently steep,Be my last thought—how sweet to restFor ever on my Saviour’s breast!3Abide with me from morn till eve,For without thee I can not live;Abide with me when night is nigh,For without thee I dare not die.4Be near to bless me when I wake,Ere through the world my way I take;Abide with me till in thy loveI lose myself in heaven above.Keble.
L. M.
Abide with us; for it is toward evening.Luke 24:29.
Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,It is not night if thou be near:O, may no earth-born cloud ariseTo hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!
Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
O, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!
2When soft the dews of kindly sleepMy wearied eyelids gently steep,Be my last thought—how sweet to restFor ever on my Saviour’s breast!
2When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought—how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour’s breast!
3Abide with me from morn till eve,For without thee I can not live;Abide with me when night is nigh,For without thee I dare not die.
3Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I can not live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
4Be near to bless me when I wake,Ere through the world my way I take;Abide with me till in thy loveI lose myself in heaven above.
4Be near to bless me when I wake,
Ere through the world my way I take;
Abide with me till in thy love
I lose myself in heaven above.
Keble.
979L. M.The fullness of God.Eph. 3:19.My God, my heart with love inflame,That I may in thy holy nameAloud in songs of praise rejoice,While I have breath to raise my voice.2No more let my ungrateful heartOne moment from thy praise depart;But live and sing in sweet accord,The glories of my sovereign Lord.3Jesus! thou hope of glory, come,And make my heart thy constant home:Through all the remnant of my days,O let me speak and live thy praise!
L. M.
The fullness of God.Eph. 3:19.
My God, my heart with love inflame,That I may in thy holy nameAloud in songs of praise rejoice,While I have breath to raise my voice.
My God, my heart with love inflame,
That I may in thy holy name
Aloud in songs of praise rejoice,
While I have breath to raise my voice.
2No more let my ungrateful heartOne moment from thy praise depart;But live and sing in sweet accord,The glories of my sovereign Lord.
2No more let my ungrateful heart
One moment from thy praise depart;
But live and sing in sweet accord,
The glories of my sovereign Lord.
3Jesus! thou hope of glory, come,And make my heart thy constant home:Through all the remnant of my days,O let me speak and live thy praise!
3Jesus! thou hope of glory, come,
And make my heart thy constant home:
Through all the remnant of my days,
O let me speak and live thy praise!
9808s & 4s.In the night watches.Psalm 63:6.In silence of the voiceless night,When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,O God, but thee?2And if there weigh upon my breast,Vague memories of the day foregone,Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee,And lay them down.3Or, if it be the gloom that comes,In token of impending ill,My bosom heeds not what it is,Since ’tis thy will.4For, O! in spite of constant care,Or aught beside, how joyfullyI pass that solitary hour,My God, with thee!5More tranquil than the stilly night,More peaceful than that voiceless hour,Supremely blest, my bosom liesBeneath thy power.6For what on earth can I desire,Of all it hath to offer me?Or whom in heaven do I seek,O God, but thee?
8s & 4s.
In the night watches.Psalm 63:6.
In silence of the voiceless night,When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,O God, but thee?
In silence of the voiceless night,
When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,
O God, but thee?
2And if there weigh upon my breast,Vague memories of the day foregone,Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee,And lay them down.
2And if there weigh upon my breast,
Vague memories of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee,
And lay them down.
3Or, if it be the gloom that comes,In token of impending ill,My bosom heeds not what it is,Since ’tis thy will.
3Or, if it be the gloom that comes,
In token of impending ill,
My bosom heeds not what it is,
Since ’tis thy will.
4For, O! in spite of constant care,Or aught beside, how joyfullyI pass that solitary hour,My God, with thee!
4For, O! in spite of constant care,
Or aught beside, how joyfully
I pass that solitary hour,
My God, with thee!
5More tranquil than the stilly night,More peaceful than that voiceless hour,Supremely blest, my bosom liesBeneath thy power.
5More tranquil than the stilly night,
More peaceful than that voiceless hour,
Supremely blest, my bosom lies
Beneath thy power.
6For what on earth can I desire,Of all it hath to offer me?Or whom in heaven do I seek,O God, but thee?
6For what on earth can I desire,
Of all it hath to offer me?
Or whom in heaven do I seek,
O God, but thee?
981L. M.In the world, but not of it.O that I could for ever dwell,Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet;Behold the form I love so well,And all his tender words repeat!2The world shut out from all my soul,And heaven brought in with all its bliss,O! is there aught from pole to pole,One moment to compare with this?3This is the hidden life I prize—A life of penitential love;When I my follies most despise,And raise my highest thoughts above?4When all I am I clearly see,And freely own with deepest shame;When the Redeemer’s love to meKindles within a deathless flame.5Thus would I live till nature fail,And all my former sins forsake;Then rise to God within the vail,And of eternal joys partake.Reed.
L. M.
In the world, but not of it.
O that I could for ever dwell,Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet;Behold the form I love so well,And all his tender words repeat!
O that I could for ever dwell,
Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet;
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat!
2The world shut out from all my soul,And heaven brought in with all its bliss,O! is there aught from pole to pole,One moment to compare with this?
2The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
O! is there aught from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?
3This is the hidden life I prize—A life of penitential love;When I my follies most despise,And raise my highest thoughts above?
3This is the hidden life I prize—
A life of penitential love;
When I my follies most despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above?
4When all I am I clearly see,And freely own with deepest shame;When the Redeemer’s love to meKindles within a deathless flame.
4When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer’s love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.
5Thus would I live till nature fail,And all my former sins forsake;Then rise to God within the vail,And of eternal joys partake.
5Thus would I live till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the vail,
And of eternal joys partake.
Reed.
982L. M.Retirement and meditation.Psalm 4:4.Return, my roving heart, return,And chase these shadowy forms no more;Seek out some solitude to mourn,And thy forsaken God implore.2O thou, great God, whose piercing eyeDistinctly marks each deep recess;In these sequestered hours draw nigh,And with thy presence fill the place.3Through all the windings of my heart,My search let heavenly wisdom guide;And still its radiant beams impartTill all be searched and purified.4Then with the visits of thy love,Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;Till every grace shall join to proveThat God has fixed his dwelling there.Doddridge.
L. M.
Retirement and meditation.Psalm 4:4.
Return, my roving heart, return,And chase these shadowy forms no more;Seek out some solitude to mourn,And thy forsaken God implore.
Return, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more;
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2O thou, great God, whose piercing eyeDistinctly marks each deep recess;In these sequestered hours draw nigh,And with thy presence fill the place.
2O thou, great God, whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess;
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.
3Through all the windings of my heart,My search let heavenly wisdom guide;And still its radiant beams impartTill all be searched and purified.
3Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its radiant beams impart
Till all be searched and purified.
4Then with the visits of thy love,Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;Till every grace shall join to proveThat God has fixed his dwelling there.
4Then with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fixed his dwelling there.
Doddridge.
983L. M. D.The gate of heaven.Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells thy secret Majesty:Yet wheresoe’er our spirits bendIn reverent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find thy Spirit there.2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn of him to drink the cup,To bear the cross and win the crown.3Here may the sick and wandering soul,To truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave;And may we learn, while here, apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife,That thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And thy best praise a holy life!E. H. Chapin.
L. M. D.
The gate of heaven.
Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells thy secret Majesty:Yet wheresoe’er our spirits bendIn reverent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find thy Spirit there.
Our Father God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells thy secret Majesty:
Yet wheresoe’er our spirits bend
In reverent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find thy Spirit there.
2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn of him to drink the cup,To bear the cross and win the crown.
2Lord! be the spot where now we meet
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may desponding care look up;
And sorrow lay its burden down,
Or learn of him to drink the cup,
To bear the cross and win the crown.
3Here may the sick and wandering soul,To truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave;And may we learn, while here, apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife,That thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And thy best praise a holy life!
3Here may the sick and wandering soul,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda’s pool,
Or than Siloam’s healing wave;
And may we learn, while here, apart
From the world’s passion and its strife,
That thy true shrine’s a loving heart,
And thy best praise a holy life!
E. H. Chapin.
984C. M.Joy unspeakable.1 Pet. 1:8.Sweet is the prayer whose holy streamIn earnest pleading flows;Devotion dwells upon the theme,And warm and warmer glows.2Faith grasps the blessing she desires,Hope points the upward gaze;And love, untrembling love inspiresThe eloquence of praise.3But sweeter far the still, small voice,Heard by the human ear,When God hath made the heart rejoice,And dried the bitter tear.4Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;All utterance faileth there;But listening spirits comprehend,And God accepts the prayer.
C. M.
Joy unspeakable.1 Pet. 1:8.
Sweet is the prayer whose holy streamIn earnest pleading flows;Devotion dwells upon the theme,And warm and warmer glows.
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer glows.
2Faith grasps the blessing she desires,Hope points the upward gaze;And love, untrembling love inspiresThe eloquence of praise.
2Faith grasps the blessing she desires,
Hope points the upward gaze;
And love, untrembling love inspires
The eloquence of praise.
3But sweeter far the still, small voice,Heard by the human ear,When God hath made the heart rejoice,And dried the bitter tear.
3But sweeter far the still, small voice,
Heard by the human ear,
When God hath made the heart rejoice,
And dried the bitter tear.
4Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;All utterance faileth there;But listening spirits comprehend,And God accepts the prayer.
4Nor accents flow, nor words ascend;
All utterance faileth there;
But listening spirits comprehend,
And God accepts the prayer.
985C. M.Communion with God in retirement.Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,From strife and tumult far;From scenes where Satan wages stillHis most successful war.2The calm retreat, the silent shade,With prayer and praise agree;And seem by thy sweet bounty madeFor those who follow thee.3There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,And grace her mean abode,O, with what peace, and joy, and love,She then communes with God!4There, like the nightingale she poursHer solitary lays;Nor asks a witness of her song,Nor thirsts for human praise.5Author and Guardian of my life!Sweet Source of light divine,And all harmonious names in one—My Saviour!—thou art mine!6What thanks I owe thee, and what love—A boundless, endless store—Shall echo through the realms above,When time shall be no more.Cowper.
C. M.
Communion with God in retirement.
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,From strife and tumult far;From scenes where Satan wages stillHis most successful war.
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2The calm retreat, the silent shade,With prayer and praise agree;And seem by thy sweet bounty madeFor those who follow thee.
2The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.
3There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,And grace her mean abode,O, with what peace, and joy, and love,She then communes with God!
3There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
O, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She then communes with God!
4There, like the nightingale she poursHer solitary lays;Nor asks a witness of her song,Nor thirsts for human praise.
4There, like the nightingale she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5Author and Guardian of my life!Sweet Source of light divine,And all harmonious names in one—My Saviour!—thou art mine!
5Author and Guardian of my life!
Sweet Source of light divine,
And all harmonious names in one—
My Saviour!—thou art mine!
6What thanks I owe thee, and what love—A boundless, endless store—Shall echo through the realms above,When time shall be no more.
6What thanks I owe thee, and what love—
A boundless, endless store—
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
Cowper.
986C. M.Secret prayer.Matt. 6:6.Father divine, thy piercing eyeSees through the darkest night,In deep retirement thou art nigh,With heart-discerning sight.2There may that piercing eye survey,My duteous homage paid,With every morning’s dawning rayAnd every evening’s shade.3O let thy own celestial fireThe incense still inflame;While my warm vows to thee aspire,Through my Redeemer’s name.4So shall the visits of thy loveMy soul in secret bless;So shalt thou deign in worlds above,Thy suppliant to confess.Doddridge.
C. M.
Secret prayer.Matt. 6:6.
Father divine, thy piercing eyeSees through the darkest night,In deep retirement thou art nigh,With heart-discerning sight.
Father divine, thy piercing eye
Sees through the darkest night,
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.
2There may that piercing eye survey,My duteous homage paid,With every morning’s dawning rayAnd every evening’s shade.
2There may that piercing eye survey,
My duteous homage paid,
With every morning’s dawning ray
And every evening’s shade.
3O let thy own celestial fireThe incense still inflame;While my warm vows to thee aspire,Through my Redeemer’s name.
3O let thy own celestial fire
The incense still inflame;
While my warm vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer’s name.
4So shall the visits of thy loveMy soul in secret bless;So shalt thou deign in worlds above,Thy suppliant to confess.
4So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign in worlds above,
Thy suppliant to confess.
Doddridge.
987C. M.Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet. 3:15O could I find, from day to day,A nearness to my God,Then would my hours glide sweet awayWhile leaning on his word.2Lord, I desire with thee to liveAnew from day to day,In joys the world can never give,Nor ever take away.3Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart,And make me wholly thine,That I may never more depart,Nor grieve thy love divine.4Thus, till my last, expiring breath,Thy goodness I’ll adore;And when my frame dissolves in death,My soul shall love thee more.
C. M.
Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet. 3:15
O could I find, from day to day,A nearness to my God,Then would my hours glide sweet awayWhile leaning on his word.
O could I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,
Then would my hours glide sweet away
While leaning on his word.
2Lord, I desire with thee to liveAnew from day to day,In joys the world can never give,Nor ever take away.
2Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.
3Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart,And make me wholly thine,That I may never more depart,Nor grieve thy love divine.
3Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.
4Thus, till my last, expiring breath,Thy goodness I’ll adore;And when my frame dissolves in death,My soul shall love thee more.
4Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I’ll adore;
And when my frame dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.
988S. M.I am still with thee.Psalm 139:18.Still with thee, O my God,I would desire to be;By day, by night, at home, abroad,I would be still with thee;—2With thee, when dawn comes in,And calls me back to care;Each day returning to beginWith thee, my God, in prayer;—3With thee, amid the crowdThat throngs the busy mart,To hear thy voice, ’mid clamor loud,Speak softly to my heart;—4With thee, when day is done,And evening calms the mind:The setting as the rising sun,With thee my heart would find.5With thee, when darkness bringsThe signal of repose,Calm in the shadow of thy wings,Mine eyelids I would close.6With thee, in thee, by faithAbiding I would be;By day, by night, in life, in death,I would be still with thee.
S. M.
I am still with thee.Psalm 139:18.
Still with thee, O my God,I would desire to be;By day, by night, at home, abroad,I would be still with thee;—
Still with thee, O my God,
I would desire to be;
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with thee;—
2With thee, when dawn comes in,And calls me back to care;Each day returning to beginWith thee, my God, in prayer;—
2With thee, when dawn comes in,
And calls me back to care;
Each day returning to begin
With thee, my God, in prayer;—
3With thee, amid the crowdThat throngs the busy mart,To hear thy voice, ’mid clamor loud,Speak softly to my heart;—
3With thee, amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, ’mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart;—
4With thee, when day is done,And evening calms the mind:The setting as the rising sun,With thee my heart would find.
4With thee, when day is done,
And evening calms the mind:
The setting as the rising sun,
With thee my heart would find.
5With thee, when darkness bringsThe signal of repose,Calm in the shadow of thy wings,Mine eyelids I would close.
5With thee, when darkness brings
The signal of repose,
Calm in the shadow of thy wings,
Mine eyelids I would close.
6With thee, in thee, by faithAbiding I would be;By day, by night, in life, in death,I would be still with thee.
6With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee.
9897s.Your life is hid with Christ in God.Coll. 3:3.Let my life be hid in thee,Life of life, and Light of light!Love’s illimitable Sea!Depth of peace, of power the Hight.2Let my life be hid in thee,When my foes are gathering round;Covered with thy panoply,Safe within thy holy ground.3Let my life be hid in thee,From vexation and annoy;Calm in thy tranquillity,All my mourning turned to joy.4Let my life be hid in thee;When my strength and health shall fail,Let thine immortalityIn my dying hour prevail.
7s.
Your life is hid with Christ in God.Coll. 3:3.
Let my life be hid in thee,Life of life, and Light of light!Love’s illimitable Sea!Depth of peace, of power the Hight.
Let my life be hid in thee,
Life of life, and Light of light!
Love’s illimitable Sea!
Depth of peace, of power the Hight.
2Let my life be hid in thee,When my foes are gathering round;Covered with thy panoply,Safe within thy holy ground.
2Let my life be hid in thee,
When my foes are gathering round;
Covered with thy panoply,
Safe within thy holy ground.
3Let my life be hid in thee,From vexation and annoy;Calm in thy tranquillity,All my mourning turned to joy.
3Let my life be hid in thee,
From vexation and annoy;
Calm in thy tranquillity,
All my mourning turned to joy.
4Let my life be hid in thee;When my strength and health shall fail,Let thine immortalityIn my dying hour prevail.
4Let my life be hid in thee;
When my strength and health shall fail,
Let thine immortality
In my dying hour prevail.
9907s, double.That I may win Christ.Phil. 3:8.Jesus, Saviour all divine,Hast thou made me truly thine?Hast thou bought me by thy blood?Reconciled my heart to God?Hearken to my tender prayer,Let me thine own image bear;Let me love thee more and more,Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.2Thou canst fit me by thy graceFor the heavenly dwelling-place;All thy promises are sure,Ever shall thy love endure;Then what more could I desire,How to greater bliss aspire?All I need, in thee I see,Thou art all in all to me.T. Hastings.
7s, double.
That I may win Christ.Phil. 3:8.
Jesus, Saviour all divine,Hast thou made me truly thine?Hast thou bought me by thy blood?Reconciled my heart to God?Hearken to my tender prayer,Let me thine own image bear;Let me love thee more and more,Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.
Jesus, Saviour all divine,
Hast thou made me truly thine?
Hast thou bought me by thy blood?
Reconciled my heart to God?
Hearken to my tender prayer,
Let me thine own image bear;
Let me love thee more and more,
Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.
2Thou canst fit me by thy graceFor the heavenly dwelling-place;All thy promises are sure,Ever shall thy love endure;Then what more could I desire,How to greater bliss aspire?All I need, in thee I see,Thou art all in all to me.
2Thou canst fit me by thy grace
For the heavenly dwelling-place;
All thy promises are sure,
Ever shall thy love endure;
Then what more could I desire,
How to greater bliss aspire?
All I need, in thee I see,
Thou art all in all to me.
T. Hastings.
9917s.Thou God seest me.Gen. 16:13.God is in the loneliest spotPresent, though thou know it not;Morning vows and evening prayerMake a Bethel everywhere.2Go where duty guides thy feet;There good angels thou shalt meet;Hosts of God thou canst not see,Watch thy steps and wait on thee.Conder.
7s.
Thou God seest me.Gen. 16:13.
God is in the loneliest spotPresent, though thou know it not;Morning vows and evening prayerMake a Bethel everywhere.
God is in the loneliest spot
Present, though thou know it not;
Morning vows and evening prayer
Make a Bethel everywhere.
2Go where duty guides thy feet;There good angels thou shalt meet;Hosts of God thou canst not see,Watch thy steps and wait on thee.
2Go where duty guides thy feet;
There good angels thou shalt meet;
Hosts of God thou canst not see,
Watch thy steps and wait on thee.
Conder.
99212s & 11s.I make mention of you, etc.Rom. 1:9.When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center,Denied for a time their loved presence to share;In spirit we meet, when the closet we enter,And hold sweet communion together in prayer!2O! fondly I think, as night’s curtains surround them,The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps,The angels of light are encamping around them,They are watched by the eye that ne’er slumbers nor sleeps,3When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them,And summon them forth to the calls of the day,I will think of that God who will never forsake them,The Friend ever near though all else be away.4Then why should one thought of anxiety seize us,Though distance divide us from those whom we love?They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus,Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions above.5O! sweet bond of friendship, whate’er may betide us,Though on life’s stormy billows our barks may be driven,Though distance, or trial, or death may divide us,Eternal re-union awaits us in heaven.Macduff.
12s & 11s.
I make mention of you, etc.Rom. 1:9.
When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center,Denied for a time their loved presence to share;In spirit we meet, when the closet we enter,And hold sweet communion together in prayer!
When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center,
Denied for a time their loved presence to share;
In spirit we meet, when the closet we enter,
And hold sweet communion together in prayer!
2O! fondly I think, as night’s curtains surround them,The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps,The angels of light are encamping around them,They are watched by the eye that ne’er slumbers nor sleeps,
2O! fondly I think, as night’s curtains surround them,
The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps,
The angels of light are encamping around them,
They are watched by the eye that ne’er slumbers nor sleeps,
3When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them,And summon them forth to the calls of the day,I will think of that God who will never forsake them,The Friend ever near though all else be away.
3When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them,
And summon them forth to the calls of the day,
I will think of that God who will never forsake them,
The Friend ever near though all else be away.
4Then why should one thought of anxiety seize us,Though distance divide us from those whom we love?They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus,Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions above.
4Then why should one thought of anxiety seize us,
Though distance divide us from those whom we love?
They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus,
Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions above.
5O! sweet bond of friendship, whate’er may betide us,Though on life’s stormy billows our barks may be driven,Though distance, or trial, or death may divide us,Eternal re-union awaits us in heaven.
5O! sweet bond of friendship, whate’er may betide us,
Though on life’s stormy billows our barks may be driven,
Though distance, or trial, or death may divide us,
Eternal re-union awaits us in heaven.
Macduff.