REMISSION OF SINS.395L. M.The joys of pardon.Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful soundTo malefactors doomed to die;Publish the bliss the world around;You seraphs, shout it from the sky!2’Tis the rich gift of love divine;’Tis full, outmeasuring every crime;Unclouded shall its glories shine,And feel no change by changing time.3For this stupendous love of heaven,What grateful honors shall we show!Where much transgression is forgiven,Let love in equal ardors glow.4By this inspired, let all our daysWith gospel holiness be crowned;Let truth and goodness, prayer and praiseIn all abide, in all abound.Gibbons.396L. M.Blessed is the man whose sin is covered.Rom. 4:7.Earth has a joy unknown in heaven—The new-born joy of sins forgiven!Tears of such pure and deep delight,O angels! never dimmed your sight.2You saw of old on chaos riseThe beauteous pillars of the skies;You know where morn exulting springs,And evening folds her drooping wings.3Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,Abroad his errands you fulfill;Or, throned in floods of beamy day,Symphonies in his presence play.4Loud is the song—the heavenly plainIs shaken with the choral strain;And dying echoes, floating far,Draw music from each chiming star.5But I amid your choirs shall shine,And all your knowledge shall be mine;You on your harps must lean to hearA secret chord that mine shall bear.397L. M.Self-dedication.Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,Purchased alone by blood divine;With full consent I yield to thee,And own thy sovereign right to me.2Grant me, in mercy, now a placeAmong the children of thy grace;A wretched sinner, lost to God,But ransomed by Immanuel’s blood.3Thee, my new Master, now I call,And consecrate to thee my all:Lord, let me live and die to thee;Be thine through all eternity.Davies.398L. M.Happy day.O happy day, that fixed my choiceOn thee, my Saviour and my God!Well may this glowing heart rejoice,And tell its raptures all abroad.CHORUS.Happy day, happy day,When Jesus washed my sins away;He taught me how to watch and pray,And live rejoicing every day.2O happy bond, that seals my vowsTo him who merits all my love!Let cheerful anthems fill his house,While to that sacred shrine I move.3’Tis done; the great transaction’s done;I am my Lord’s, and he is mine;He drew me, and I followed on,Charmed to confess the voice divine.4Now rest, my long divided heart!Fixed on this blissful center rest;Here have I found a nobler part,Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.5High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,That vow renewed shall daily hear;Till in life’s latest hour I bow,And bless in death a bond so dear.Doddridge.399L. M.Joy of consecration to Christ.O sweetly breathe the lyres above,When angels touch the quivering string,And wake, to chant Immanuel’s love,Such strains as angel-lips can sing!2And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays;When pardoned souls their raptures tell,And, grateful, hymn Immanuel’s praise.3Jesus, thy name our souls adore;We own the bond that makes us thine;And carnal joys, that charmed before,For thy dear sake we now resign.4Our hearts, by dying love subdued,Accept thine offered grace to-day;Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed,We bow, and give ourselves away.5In thee we trust—on thee rely;Though we are feeble, thou art strong;O, keep us till our spirits flyTo join the bright, immortal throng!Palmer.400L. M. 6 lines.The sure refuge.Now I have found the ground whereinSure my soul’s anchor may remain;The wounds of Jesus, for my sin,Before the world’s foundation slain;Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,When heaven and earth are fled away.2O Love, thou bottomless abyss!My sins are swallowed up in thee;Covered is my unrighteousness;From condemnation now I’m free;While Jesus’ blood through earth and skies,Mercy, free, boundless mercy! cries.3With faith I plunge me in this sea,Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;Hither, when hell assails, I flee,I look into my Saviour’s breast.Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!Mercy is all that’s written here.4Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head,Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—Steadfast on this my soul relies:Father, thy mercy never dies.C. Wesley.401L. M.What shall I render unto thee.Psalm 116:12.Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears,My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,What can I do, O Love Divine,What to repay such gifts as thine?2What can I do, so poor, so weak,But from thy hands new blessings seek,A heart to feel thy mercies more,A soul to know thee, and adore?3O teach me at thy feet to fall,And yield thee up myself, my all!Before thy saints my debts to own,And live and die to thee alone!4Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,Expand, and raise, and fill my heart!So may I hope my life shall beSome faint return, O Lord, to thee.F. Lyte.402C. M.Not as the world giveth.John 14:27.How happy is the Christian’s state!His sins are all forgiven;A cheering ray confirms the grace,And lifts his hopes to heaven.2Though in the rugged path of lifeHe heaves the pensive sigh;Yet, trusting in his God, he findsDelivering grace is nigh.3If, to prevent his wandering steps,He feels the chastening rod,The gentle stroke shall bring him backTo his forgiving God.4And when the welcome message comesTo call his soul away,His soul in raptures shall ascendTo everlasting day.403C. M.I was blind, but now I see.John 9:25.Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found;Was blind, but now I see.3Through many dangers, toils, and snares,I have already come;’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home.3The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion beAs long as life endures.4Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail,And mortal life shall cease,I shall possess within the vailA life of joy and peace.Newton.404C. M.Newness of life.Rom. 6:4.How happy every child of grace,Who knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place—I seek my home in heaven.2A country far from mortal sight,Yet O, by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saint’s delight,The heaven prepared for me.3O what a blesséd hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day.4We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with his glorious presence here,Our earthen vessels filled.5O, would he all of heaven bestow!Then like our Lord we’ll rise;Our bodies, fully ransomed, goTo take the glorious prize.6On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,Who bought the bliss for me,And shout and wonder at his grace,Through all eternity.C. Wesley.405S. M.By grace are ye saved.Eph. 2:8.Grace! ’tis a charming sound,Harmonious to the ear;Heaven with the echo shall resound,And all the earth shall hear.2Grace first contrived the wayTo save rebellious man;And all the steps that grace display,Which drew the wondrous plan.3Grace led our wandering feetTo tread the heavenly road;And new supplies each hour we meet,While pressing on to God.4Grace all the work shall crownThrough everlasting days;It lays in heaven the topmost stone,And well deserves our praise.Doddridge.406S. M.Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.Psalm 139:6.Blest Saviour! Friend divine!Thou source of boundless love!The hope of all thy saints on earth,The joy of all above!2How can I tell thy worth!How make thy glories known!No language can thy goodness speak,No tongue thy mercies own!3My words can not expressThe sweetness of thy name!Nor can my feeble lips declareThe wonders of thy fame!4Then take my trusting heart,I can not give thee more;Make rich my soul’s deep poverty,From thine unwasting store!W. T. Moore.4078s & 7s, peculiar.A new creature.2 Cor. 5:17.Since first thy word awaked my heart,Like light new dawning o’er me,Where’er I turn my eyes, thou artAll light and love before me.2Naught else I feel, or hear, or see,All bonds of earth I sever;Thee, O my Lord, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.3Like him whose fetters dropped awayWhen light shone o’er his prison,My soul now touched by mercy’s ray,Hath from its chains arisen.4And shall the soul thou bidd’st be free,Return to bondage? Never;Thee, O my God, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.Moore.408P. M.Joy unspeakable and full of glory.1 Peter 1:8.How happy are they who their Saviour obey,And have laid up their treasures above!Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peaceOf a soul in its earliest love!2This comfort is mine, since the favor divineI have found in the blood of the Lamb:Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received,What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name!3’Tis a heavén below my Redeemer to know,And the angels can do nothing moreThan to fall at his feet, and the story repeat,And the lover of sinners adore!4Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song;O that all to this refuge may fly!He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and diedTo redeem such a rebel as I!5On the wings of his love I am carried aboveAll my sin, and temptation, and pain;O why should I grieve, while on him I believe!O why should I sorrow again!6O the rapturous hight of that holy delight,Which I find in the life-giving blood!Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed,Being filled with the fullness of God!7Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praiseWho has died me from sin to redeem;Whether many or few, all my years are his due;They shall all be devoted to him.8What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss!How unspeakably happy am I!Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled—With believers to live and to die!C. Wesley.
395L. M.The joys of pardon.Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful soundTo malefactors doomed to die;Publish the bliss the world around;You seraphs, shout it from the sky!2’Tis the rich gift of love divine;’Tis full, outmeasuring every crime;Unclouded shall its glories shine,And feel no change by changing time.3For this stupendous love of heaven,What grateful honors shall we show!Where much transgression is forgiven,Let love in equal ardors glow.4By this inspired, let all our daysWith gospel holiness be crowned;Let truth and goodness, prayer and praiseIn all abide, in all abound.Gibbons.
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The joys of pardon.
Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful soundTo malefactors doomed to die;Publish the bliss the world around;You seraphs, shout it from the sky!
Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful sound
To malefactors doomed to die;
Publish the bliss the world around;
You seraphs, shout it from the sky!
2’Tis the rich gift of love divine;’Tis full, outmeasuring every crime;Unclouded shall its glories shine,And feel no change by changing time.
2’Tis the rich gift of love divine;
’Tis full, outmeasuring every crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,
And feel no change by changing time.
3For this stupendous love of heaven,What grateful honors shall we show!Where much transgression is forgiven,Let love in equal ardors glow.
3For this stupendous love of heaven,
What grateful honors shall we show!
Where much transgression is forgiven,
Let love in equal ardors glow.
4By this inspired, let all our daysWith gospel holiness be crowned;Let truth and goodness, prayer and praiseIn all abide, in all abound.
4By this inspired, let all our days
With gospel holiness be crowned;
Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise
In all abide, in all abound.
Gibbons.
396L. M.Blessed is the man whose sin is covered.Rom. 4:7.Earth has a joy unknown in heaven—The new-born joy of sins forgiven!Tears of such pure and deep delight,O angels! never dimmed your sight.2You saw of old on chaos riseThe beauteous pillars of the skies;You know where morn exulting springs,And evening folds her drooping wings.3Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,Abroad his errands you fulfill;Or, throned in floods of beamy day,Symphonies in his presence play.4Loud is the song—the heavenly plainIs shaken with the choral strain;And dying echoes, floating far,Draw music from each chiming star.5But I amid your choirs shall shine,And all your knowledge shall be mine;You on your harps must lean to hearA secret chord that mine shall bear.
L. M.
Blessed is the man whose sin is covered.Rom. 4:7.
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven—The new-born joy of sins forgiven!Tears of such pure and deep delight,O angels! never dimmed your sight.
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven—
The new-born joy of sins forgiven!
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
O angels! never dimmed your sight.
2You saw of old on chaos riseThe beauteous pillars of the skies;You know where morn exulting springs,And evening folds her drooping wings.
2You saw of old on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies;
You know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.
3Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,Abroad his errands you fulfill;Or, throned in floods of beamy day,Symphonies in his presence play.
3Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,
Abroad his errands you fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonies in his presence play.
4Loud is the song—the heavenly plainIs shaken with the choral strain;And dying echoes, floating far,Draw music from each chiming star.
4Loud is the song—the heavenly plain
Is shaken with the choral strain;
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each chiming star.
5But I amid your choirs shall shine,And all your knowledge shall be mine;You on your harps must lean to hearA secret chord that mine shall bear.
5But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge shall be mine;
You on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine shall bear.
397L. M.Self-dedication.Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,Purchased alone by blood divine;With full consent I yield to thee,And own thy sovereign right to me.2Grant me, in mercy, now a placeAmong the children of thy grace;A wretched sinner, lost to God,But ransomed by Immanuel’s blood.3Thee, my new Master, now I call,And consecrate to thee my all:Lord, let me live and die to thee;Be thine through all eternity.Davies.
L. M.
Self-dedication.
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,Purchased alone by blood divine;With full consent I yield to thee,And own thy sovereign right to me.
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased alone by blood divine;
With full consent I yield to thee,
And own thy sovereign right to me.
2Grant me, in mercy, now a placeAmong the children of thy grace;A wretched sinner, lost to God,But ransomed by Immanuel’s blood.
2Grant me, in mercy, now a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel’s blood.
3Thee, my new Master, now I call,And consecrate to thee my all:Lord, let me live and die to thee;Be thine through all eternity.
3Thee, my new Master, now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all:
Lord, let me live and die to thee;
Be thine through all eternity.
Davies.
398L. M.Happy day.O happy day, that fixed my choiceOn thee, my Saviour and my God!Well may this glowing heart rejoice,And tell its raptures all abroad.CHORUS.Happy day, happy day,When Jesus washed my sins away;He taught me how to watch and pray,And live rejoicing every day.2O happy bond, that seals my vowsTo him who merits all my love!Let cheerful anthems fill his house,While to that sacred shrine I move.3’Tis done; the great transaction’s done;I am my Lord’s, and he is mine;He drew me, and I followed on,Charmed to confess the voice divine.4Now rest, my long divided heart!Fixed on this blissful center rest;Here have I found a nobler part,Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.5High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,That vow renewed shall daily hear;Till in life’s latest hour I bow,And bless in death a bond so dear.Doddridge.
L. M.
Happy day.
O happy day, that fixed my choiceOn thee, my Saviour and my God!Well may this glowing heart rejoice,And tell its raptures all abroad.CHORUS.Happy day, happy day,When Jesus washed my sins away;He taught me how to watch and pray,And live rejoicing every day.
O happy day, that fixed my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
CHORUS.
Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day.
2O happy bond, that seals my vowsTo him who merits all my love!Let cheerful anthems fill his house,While to that sacred shrine I move.
2O happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.
3’Tis done; the great transaction’s done;I am my Lord’s, and he is mine;He drew me, and I followed on,Charmed to confess the voice divine.
3’Tis done; the great transaction’s done;
I am my Lord’s, and he is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice divine.
4Now rest, my long divided heart!Fixed on this blissful center rest;Here have I found a nobler part,Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.
4Now rest, my long divided heart!
Fixed on this blissful center rest;
Here have I found a nobler part,
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.
5High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,That vow renewed shall daily hear;Till in life’s latest hour I bow,And bless in death a bond so dear.
5High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear;
Till in life’s latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.
Doddridge.
399L. M.Joy of consecration to Christ.O sweetly breathe the lyres above,When angels touch the quivering string,And wake, to chant Immanuel’s love,Such strains as angel-lips can sing!2And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays;When pardoned souls their raptures tell,And, grateful, hymn Immanuel’s praise.3Jesus, thy name our souls adore;We own the bond that makes us thine;And carnal joys, that charmed before,For thy dear sake we now resign.4Our hearts, by dying love subdued,Accept thine offered grace to-day;Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed,We bow, and give ourselves away.5In thee we trust—on thee rely;Though we are feeble, thou art strong;O, keep us till our spirits flyTo join the bright, immortal throng!Palmer.
L. M.
Joy of consecration to Christ.
O sweetly breathe the lyres above,When angels touch the quivering string,And wake, to chant Immanuel’s love,Such strains as angel-lips can sing!
O sweetly breathe the lyres above,
When angels touch the quivering string,
And wake, to chant Immanuel’s love,
Such strains as angel-lips can sing!
2And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays;When pardoned souls their raptures tell,And, grateful, hymn Immanuel’s praise.
2And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays;
When pardoned souls their raptures tell,
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel’s praise.
3Jesus, thy name our souls adore;We own the bond that makes us thine;And carnal joys, that charmed before,For thy dear sake we now resign.
3Jesus, thy name our souls adore;
We own the bond that makes us thine;
And carnal joys, that charmed before,
For thy dear sake we now resign.
4Our hearts, by dying love subdued,Accept thine offered grace to-day;Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed,We bow, and give ourselves away.
4Our hearts, by dying love subdued,
Accept thine offered grace to-day;
Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed,
We bow, and give ourselves away.
5In thee we trust—on thee rely;Though we are feeble, thou art strong;O, keep us till our spirits flyTo join the bright, immortal throng!
5In thee we trust—on thee rely;
Though we are feeble, thou art strong;
O, keep us till our spirits fly
To join the bright, immortal throng!
Palmer.
400L. M. 6 lines.The sure refuge.Now I have found the ground whereinSure my soul’s anchor may remain;The wounds of Jesus, for my sin,Before the world’s foundation slain;Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,When heaven and earth are fled away.2O Love, thou bottomless abyss!My sins are swallowed up in thee;Covered is my unrighteousness;From condemnation now I’m free;While Jesus’ blood through earth and skies,Mercy, free, boundless mercy! cries.3With faith I plunge me in this sea,Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;Hither, when hell assails, I flee,I look into my Saviour’s breast.Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!Mercy is all that’s written here.4Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head,Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—Steadfast on this my soul relies:Father, thy mercy never dies.C. Wesley.
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The sure refuge.
Now I have found the ground whereinSure my soul’s anchor may remain;The wounds of Jesus, for my sin,Before the world’s foundation slain;Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,When heaven and earth are fled away.
Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul’s anchor may remain;
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin,
Before the world’s foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.
2O Love, thou bottomless abyss!My sins are swallowed up in thee;Covered is my unrighteousness;From condemnation now I’m free;While Jesus’ blood through earth and skies,Mercy, free, boundless mercy! cries.
2O Love, thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallowed up in thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness;
From condemnation now I’m free;
While Jesus’ blood through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy! cries.
3With faith I plunge me in this sea,Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;Hither, when hell assails, I flee,I look into my Saviour’s breast.Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!Mercy is all that’s written here.
3With faith I plunge me in this sea,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour’s breast.
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that’s written here.
4Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head,Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—Steadfast on this my soul relies:Father, thy mercy never dies.
4Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head,
Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:
Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;
Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—
Steadfast on this my soul relies:
Father, thy mercy never dies.
C. Wesley.
401L. M.What shall I render unto thee.Psalm 116:12.Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears,My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,What can I do, O Love Divine,What to repay such gifts as thine?2What can I do, so poor, so weak,But from thy hands new blessings seek,A heart to feel thy mercies more,A soul to know thee, and adore?3O teach me at thy feet to fall,And yield thee up myself, my all!Before thy saints my debts to own,And live and die to thee alone!4Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,Expand, and raise, and fill my heart!So may I hope my life shall beSome faint return, O Lord, to thee.F. Lyte.
L. M.
What shall I render unto thee.Psalm 116:12.
Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears,My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,What can I do, O Love Divine,What to repay such gifts as thine?
Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears,
My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O Love Divine,
What to repay such gifts as thine?
2What can I do, so poor, so weak,But from thy hands new blessings seek,A heart to feel thy mercies more,A soul to know thee, and adore?
2What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from thy hands new blessings seek,
A heart to feel thy mercies more,
A soul to know thee, and adore?
3O teach me at thy feet to fall,And yield thee up myself, my all!Before thy saints my debts to own,And live and die to thee alone!
3O teach me at thy feet to fall,
And yield thee up myself, my all!
Before thy saints my debts to own,
And live and die to thee alone!
4Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,Expand, and raise, and fill my heart!So may I hope my life shall beSome faint return, O Lord, to thee.
4Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,
Expand, and raise, and fill my heart!
So may I hope my life shall be
Some faint return, O Lord, to thee.
F. Lyte.
402C. M.Not as the world giveth.John 14:27.How happy is the Christian’s state!His sins are all forgiven;A cheering ray confirms the grace,And lifts his hopes to heaven.2Though in the rugged path of lifeHe heaves the pensive sigh;Yet, trusting in his God, he findsDelivering grace is nigh.3If, to prevent his wandering steps,He feels the chastening rod,The gentle stroke shall bring him backTo his forgiving God.4And when the welcome message comesTo call his soul away,His soul in raptures shall ascendTo everlasting day.
C. M.
Not as the world giveth.John 14:27.
How happy is the Christian’s state!His sins are all forgiven;A cheering ray confirms the grace,And lifts his hopes to heaven.
How happy is the Christian’s state!
His sins are all forgiven;
A cheering ray confirms the grace,
And lifts his hopes to heaven.
2Though in the rugged path of lifeHe heaves the pensive sigh;Yet, trusting in his God, he findsDelivering grace is nigh.
2Though in the rugged path of life
He heaves the pensive sigh;
Yet, trusting in his God, he finds
Delivering grace is nigh.
3If, to prevent his wandering steps,He feels the chastening rod,The gentle stroke shall bring him backTo his forgiving God.
3If, to prevent his wandering steps,
He feels the chastening rod,
The gentle stroke shall bring him back
To his forgiving God.
4And when the welcome message comesTo call his soul away,His soul in raptures shall ascendTo everlasting day.
4And when the welcome message comes
To call his soul away,
His soul in raptures shall ascend
To everlasting day.
403C. M.I was blind, but now I see.John 9:25.Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found;Was blind, but now I see.3Through many dangers, toils, and snares,I have already come;’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home.3The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion beAs long as life endures.4Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail,And mortal life shall cease,I shall possess within the vailA life of joy and peace.Newton.
C. M.
I was blind, but now I see.John 9:25.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found;Was blind, but now I see.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
3Through many dangers, toils, and snares,I have already come;’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home.
3Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
3The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion beAs long as life endures.
3The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.
4Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail,And mortal life shall cease,I shall possess within the vailA life of joy and peace.
4Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the vail
A life of joy and peace.
Newton.
404C. M.Newness of life.Rom. 6:4.How happy every child of grace,Who knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place—I seek my home in heaven.2A country far from mortal sight,Yet O, by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saint’s delight,The heaven prepared for me.3O what a blesséd hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day.4We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with his glorious presence here,Our earthen vessels filled.5O, would he all of heaven bestow!Then like our Lord we’ll rise;Our bodies, fully ransomed, goTo take the glorious prize.6On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,Who bought the bliss for me,And shout and wonder at his grace,Through all eternity.C. Wesley.
C. M.
Newness of life.Rom. 6:4.
How happy every child of grace,Who knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place—I seek my home in heaven.
How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!
This earth, he cries, is not my place—
I seek my home in heaven.
2A country far from mortal sight,Yet O, by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saint’s delight,The heaven prepared for me.
2A country far from mortal sight,
Yet O, by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint’s delight,
The heaven prepared for me.
3O what a blesséd hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day.
3O what a blesséd hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day.
4We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with his glorious presence here,Our earthen vessels filled.
4We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here,
Our earthen vessels filled.
5O, would he all of heaven bestow!Then like our Lord we’ll rise;Our bodies, fully ransomed, goTo take the glorious prize.
5O, would he all of heaven bestow!
Then like our Lord we’ll rise;
Our bodies, fully ransomed, go
To take the glorious prize.
6On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,Who bought the bliss for me,And shout and wonder at his grace,Through all eternity.
6On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,
Who bought the bliss for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace,
Through all eternity.
C. Wesley.
405S. M.By grace are ye saved.Eph. 2:8.Grace! ’tis a charming sound,Harmonious to the ear;Heaven with the echo shall resound,And all the earth shall hear.2Grace first contrived the wayTo save rebellious man;And all the steps that grace display,Which drew the wondrous plan.3Grace led our wandering feetTo tread the heavenly road;And new supplies each hour we meet,While pressing on to God.4Grace all the work shall crownThrough everlasting days;It lays in heaven the topmost stone,And well deserves our praise.Doddridge.
S. M.
By grace are ye saved.Eph. 2:8.
Grace! ’tis a charming sound,Harmonious to the ear;Heaven with the echo shall resound,And all the earth shall hear.
Grace! ’tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2Grace first contrived the wayTo save rebellious man;And all the steps that grace display,Which drew the wondrous plan.
2Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3Grace led our wandering feetTo tread the heavenly road;And new supplies each hour we meet,While pressing on to God.
3Grace led our wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour we meet,
While pressing on to God.
4Grace all the work shall crownThrough everlasting days;It lays in heaven the topmost stone,And well deserves our praise.
4Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves our praise.
Doddridge.
406S. M.Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.Psalm 139:6.Blest Saviour! Friend divine!Thou source of boundless love!The hope of all thy saints on earth,The joy of all above!2How can I tell thy worth!How make thy glories known!No language can thy goodness speak,No tongue thy mercies own!3My words can not expressThe sweetness of thy name!Nor can my feeble lips declareThe wonders of thy fame!4Then take my trusting heart,I can not give thee more;Make rich my soul’s deep poverty,From thine unwasting store!W. T. Moore.
S. M.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.Psalm 139:6.
Blest Saviour! Friend divine!Thou source of boundless love!The hope of all thy saints on earth,The joy of all above!
Blest Saviour! Friend divine!
Thou source of boundless love!
The hope of all thy saints on earth,
The joy of all above!
2How can I tell thy worth!How make thy glories known!No language can thy goodness speak,No tongue thy mercies own!
2How can I tell thy worth!
How make thy glories known!
No language can thy goodness speak,
No tongue thy mercies own!
3My words can not expressThe sweetness of thy name!Nor can my feeble lips declareThe wonders of thy fame!
3My words can not express
The sweetness of thy name!
Nor can my feeble lips declare
The wonders of thy fame!
4Then take my trusting heart,I can not give thee more;Make rich my soul’s deep poverty,From thine unwasting store!
4Then take my trusting heart,
I can not give thee more;
Make rich my soul’s deep poverty,
From thine unwasting store!
W. T. Moore.
4078s & 7s, peculiar.A new creature.2 Cor. 5:17.Since first thy word awaked my heart,Like light new dawning o’er me,Where’er I turn my eyes, thou artAll light and love before me.2Naught else I feel, or hear, or see,All bonds of earth I sever;Thee, O my Lord, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.3Like him whose fetters dropped awayWhen light shone o’er his prison,My soul now touched by mercy’s ray,Hath from its chains arisen.4And shall the soul thou bidd’st be free,Return to bondage? Never;Thee, O my God, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.Moore.
8s & 7s, peculiar.
A new creature.2 Cor. 5:17.
Since first thy word awaked my heart,Like light new dawning o’er me,Where’er I turn my eyes, thou artAll light and love before me.
Since first thy word awaked my heart,
Like light new dawning o’er me,
Where’er I turn my eyes, thou art
All light and love before me.
2Naught else I feel, or hear, or see,All bonds of earth I sever;Thee, O my Lord, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.
2Naught else I feel, or hear, or see,
All bonds of earth I sever;
Thee, O my Lord, and only thee,
I live for, now, and ever.
3Like him whose fetters dropped awayWhen light shone o’er his prison,My soul now touched by mercy’s ray,Hath from its chains arisen.
3Like him whose fetters dropped away
When light shone o’er his prison,
My soul now touched by mercy’s ray,
Hath from its chains arisen.
4And shall the soul thou bidd’st be free,Return to bondage? Never;Thee, O my God, and only thee,I live for, now, and ever.
4And shall the soul thou bidd’st be free,
Return to bondage? Never;
Thee, O my God, and only thee,
I live for, now, and ever.
Moore.
408P. M.Joy unspeakable and full of glory.1 Peter 1:8.How happy are they who their Saviour obey,And have laid up their treasures above!Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peaceOf a soul in its earliest love!2This comfort is mine, since the favor divineI have found in the blood of the Lamb:Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received,What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name!3’Tis a heavén below my Redeemer to know,And the angels can do nothing moreThan to fall at his feet, and the story repeat,And the lover of sinners adore!4Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song;O that all to this refuge may fly!He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and diedTo redeem such a rebel as I!5On the wings of his love I am carried aboveAll my sin, and temptation, and pain;O why should I grieve, while on him I believe!O why should I sorrow again!6O the rapturous hight of that holy delight,Which I find in the life-giving blood!Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed,Being filled with the fullness of God!7Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praiseWho has died me from sin to redeem;Whether many or few, all my years are his due;They shall all be devoted to him.8What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss!How unspeakably happy am I!Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled—With believers to live and to die!C. Wesley.
P. M.
Joy unspeakable and full of glory.1 Peter 1:8.
How happy are they who their Saviour obey,And have laid up their treasures above!Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peaceOf a soul in its earliest love!
How happy are they who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above!
Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!
2This comfort is mine, since the favor divineI have found in the blood of the Lamb:Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received,What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name!
2This comfort is mine, since the favor divine
I have found in the blood of the Lamb:
Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received,
What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name!
3’Tis a heavén below my Redeemer to know,And the angels can do nothing moreThan to fall at his feet, and the story repeat,And the lover of sinners adore!
3’Tis a heavén below my Redeemer to know,
And the angels can do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet, and the story repeat,
And the lover of sinners adore!
4Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song;O that all to this refuge may fly!He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and diedTo redeem such a rebel as I!
4Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song;
O that all to this refuge may fly!
He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as I!
5On the wings of his love I am carried aboveAll my sin, and temptation, and pain;O why should I grieve, while on him I believe!O why should I sorrow again!
5On the wings of his love I am carried above
All my sin, and temptation, and pain;
O why should I grieve, while on him I believe!
O why should I sorrow again!
6O the rapturous hight of that holy delight,Which I find in the life-giving blood!Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed,Being filled with the fullness of God!
6O the rapturous hight of that holy delight,
Which I find in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed,
Being filled with the fullness of God!
7Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praiseWho has died me from sin to redeem;Whether many or few, all my years are his due;They shall all be devoted to him.
7Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praise
Who has died me from sin to redeem;
Whether many or few, all my years are his due;
They shall all be devoted to him.
8What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss!How unspeakably happy am I!Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled—With believers to live and to die!
8What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss!
How unspeakably happy am I!
Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled—
With believers to live and to die!
C. Wesley.
SPIRIT OF ADOPTION.409L. M.You hath he quickened.Col. 2:13.Like morning—when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light—2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit dark and lost before;And, freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there.3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire;But when he swept its chords along,Then angels stooped to hear the song.4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise,In music worthy of the skies.Moore.410L. M.The gift of the Holy Spirit.Acts 2:38.O Lord! and shall thy Spirit restIn such a wretched heart as mine!Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!Favor astonishing, divine!2When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,And hope almost expires in night,Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?3Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;Else would my hopes for ever die,And every cheering ray depart.4When some kind promise glads my soul,Do I not find his healing voiceThe tempest of my fears control,And bid my drooping powers rejoice!5Let thy kind Spirit in my heartFor ever dwell, O God of love!And light and heavenly peace impart—Sweet earnest of the joys above.Mrs. Steele.411L. M.The beatitudes.Blessed are the humble souls that seeTheir emptiness and poverty;Treasures of grace to them are given,And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.2Blessed are the men of broken heart,Who mourn for sin with inward smart;The blood of Christ divinely flows,A healing balm for all their woes.3Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace,Hunger and thirst for righteousness;They shall be well supplied, and fedWith living streams and living bread.4Blessed are the men of peaceful life,Who quench the glowing coals of strife;They shall be called the heirs of bliss,The sons of God, the God of peace.5Blessed are the sufferers who partakeOf pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;Their souls shall triumph in the Lord:Glory and joy are their reward.Watts.412L. M.In Christ.God of my life! thy boundless grace,Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;Father! I come, I come to thee.2Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield!Whose precious blood was shed for me,Into thy hands my soul I yield;Saviour! I come, I come to thee.413L. M.He is not ashamed to call them brethren.Heb. 2:11.Honor and happiness uniteTo make the Christian’s name a praise;How fair the scene, how clear the light,That fills the remnant of his days!2A kingly character he bears,No change his priestly office knows;Unfading is the crown he wears,His joys can never reach a close.3Adorned with glory from on high,Salvation shines upon his face;His robe is of the ethereal dye,His steps are dignity and grace.4Inferior honors he disdains,Nor stoops to take applause from earth,The King of kings himself maintainsThe expenses of his heavenly birth.5The noblest creature seen below,Ordained to fill a throne above;God gives him all he can bestow,His kingdom of eternal love!6My soul is ravished at the thought!Methinks from earth I see him rise!Angels congratulate his lot,And shout him welcome to the skies!Cowper.414C. M.Peace in the storm.Lord, in whose might the Saviour trodThe dark and stormy wave,And trusted in his Father’s arm,Omnipotent to save;—2When thickly round our footsteps riseThe floods and storms of life,Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to stillThe dark and fearful strife.3Strong in our trust, on thee reposed,The ocean path we’ll dare,Though waves around us rage and foam,Since thou art present there.Bulfinch.415C. M.Crying, Abba, Father.Gal. 4:6.Father! I wait before thy throne;Call me a child of thine;And let the Spirit of thy Son,Fill this poor heart of mine.2There shed thy promised love abroad,And make my comfort strong;Then shall I say, my Father, God!With an unwavering tongue.Watts.416C. M.We have left all, etc.Matt. 19:27.There is a name I love to hear,I love to speak its worth;It sounds like music in mine ear,The sweetest name on earth.2It tells me of a Saviour’s love,Who died to set me free;It tells me of his precious blood,The sinner’s perfect plea.3It tells me of a Father’s smile,Beaming upon his child;It cheers me through this “little while,â€Through desert, waste, and wild.4It bids my trembling heart rejoice;It dries each rising tear;It tells me in “a still small voice,â€To trust and never fear.5Jesus! the name I love so well,The name I love to hear!No saint on earth its worth can tell,No heart conceive how dear.6This name shall shed its fragrance stillAlong this thorny road,Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hillThat leads me up to God.417C. M.The Spirit of God dwelleth within you.1 Cor. 3:16.Lord, let thy Spirit penetrateThis heart and soul of mine;And my whole being with thy gracePervade, O Life divine!2As this clear air surrounds the earth,Thy grace around me roll;As the fresh light pervades the air,So pierce and fill my soul.3As from these clouds drops down in loveThe precious summer rain,So from thyself pour down the floodThat freshens all again.4As these fair flowers exhale their scentIn gladness at our feet,So from thyself let fragrance breathe,More heavenly and more sweet.5Thus life within our lifeless hearts,Shall make its glad abode;And we shall shine in beauteous lightFilled with the light of God.Bonar.418S. M. D.I will write my law in their hearts.Heb. 8:10.Great source of life and light!Thy heavenly grace impart,Thy Holy Spirit grant, and writeThy law upon my heart;My soul would cleave to thee;Let naught my purpose move;O, let my faith more steadfast be,And more intense my love!2Long as my trials last,Long as the cross I bear,O, let my soul on thee be castIn confidence and prayer!Conduct me to the shoreOf everlasting peace,Where storm and tempest rise no more,Where sin and sorrow cease.419S. M.That they may be one in us.John 17:21.Thy Spirit shall uniteOur souls to thee our Head;Shall form us to thine image bright,That we thy paths may tread.2Death may our souls divideFrom these abodes of clay;But love shall keep us near thy sideThrough all the gloomy way.3Since Christ and we are one,Why should we doubt or fear!If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,He’ll fix his members there.Doddridge.4207s, 6 lines.In whom we have redemption.Col. 1:14.Blesséd are the sons of God;They are bought with Jesus’ blood;They are ransomed from the graveLife eternal they shall have;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.2They are justified by grace,They enjoy the Saviour’s peace;All their sins are washed away;They shall stand in God’s great day:With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.3They are lights upon the earth—Children of a heavenly birth—One with God, with Jesus one;Glory is in them begun;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.Humphreys.4218s & 7s.God, our salvation.Call Jehovah thy salvation,Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade;In his secret habitationDwell, and never be dismayed.Guile nor violence can harm thee,In eternal silence there;There no tumult shall alarm thee;Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.2Since with pure and firm affectionThou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of his protectionHe will shield thee from above:Thou shalt call on him in trouble;He will hearken; he will save;Here for grief reward thee double;Crown with life beyond the grave.Montgomery.4228s, 6s & 4s.The Holy Spirit the Comforter.Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathedHis tender, last farewell,A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathedWith us to dwell.2He came in tongues of living flame,To teach, convince, subdue;All powerful as the wind he came,As viewless too.3He came, sweet influence to impart,A gracious, willing guest,While he can find one humble heartWherein to rest.4And his that gentle voice we hear,Soft as the breeze of even,That checks each fault, that calms each fear,And speaks of heaven.423P. M.The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.We ask for peace, O Lord!Thy children ask thy peace;Not what the world calls rest,That toil and care should cease,That through bright sunny hoursCalm life should fleet away,And tranquil night should fadeIn smiling day—It is not for such peace that we would pray.2We ask for peace, O Lord!Yet not to stand secure,Girt round with iron pride,Contented to endure:Crushing the gentle strings,That human hearts should know,Untouched by others’ joysOr others’ woe;Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.3We ask thy peace, O Lord!Through storm, and fear, and strife,To light and guide us on,Through a long struggling life:While no success or gainShall cheer the desperate fight,Or nerve, what the world calls,Our wasted might:Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.4It is thine own, O Lord!Who toil while others sleep,Who sow with loving careWhat other hands shall reap:They lean on thee entrancedIn calm and perfect rest:Give us that peace, O Lord!Divine and blest,Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best.Miss A. A. Procter.424H. M.He will give the Holy Spirit, etc.Luke 11:13.O Thou that hearest prayer,Attend our humble cry,And let thy servants shareThy blessings from on high:We plead the promise of thy word;Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.2If earthly parents hearTheir children when they cry—If they, with love sincere,Their varied wants supply—Much more wilt thou thy love display,And answer when thy children pray.425C. H. M.The world knoweth us not.1 John 3:1.Let others boast their ancient line,In long succession great;In the proud list let heroes shine,And monarchs swell the state,Descended from the King of kings,Each saint a nobler title sings.2Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son,Own me an heir divine;I’ll pity princes on the throne,When I can call thee mine:Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,And lose their luster in my eyes.3Content, obscure, I pass my days,To all I meet unknown,And wait till thou thy child shalt raise,And seat me near thy throne:No name, no honors here I crave,Well pleased with those beyond the grave.4Jesus, my elder brother, lives;With him I, too, shall reign;Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,Shall make the promise vain;In him my title stands secure,And shall while endless years endure.5When he, in robes divinely bright,Shall once again appear,Thou, too, my soul, shalt shine in light,And his full image bear:Enough!—I wait th’ appointed day—Blessed Saviour, haste, and come away!Cruttenden.
409L. M.You hath he quickened.Col. 2:13.Like morning—when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light—2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit dark and lost before;And, freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there.3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire;But when he swept its chords along,Then angels stooped to hear the song.4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise,In music worthy of the skies.Moore.
L. M.
You hath he quickened.Col. 2:13.
Like morning—when her early breezeBreaks up the surface of the seas,That, in their furrows, dark with night,Her hand may sow the seeds of light—
Like morning—when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light—
2Thy grace can send its breathings o’erThe spirit dark and lost before;And, freshening all its depths, prepareFor truth divine to enter there.
2Thy grace can send its breathings o’er
The spirit dark and lost before;
And, freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there.
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,In silence lay the unbreathing wire;But when he swept its chords along,Then angels stooped to hear the song.
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
Then angels stooped to hear the song.
4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise,In music worthy of the skies.
4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise,
In music worthy of the skies.
Moore.
410L. M.The gift of the Holy Spirit.Acts 2:38.O Lord! and shall thy Spirit restIn such a wretched heart as mine!Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!Favor astonishing, divine!2When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,And hope almost expires in night,Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?3Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;Else would my hopes for ever die,And every cheering ray depart.4When some kind promise glads my soul,Do I not find his healing voiceThe tempest of my fears control,And bid my drooping powers rejoice!5Let thy kind Spirit in my heartFor ever dwell, O God of love!And light and heavenly peace impart—Sweet earnest of the joys above.Mrs. Steele.
L. M.
The gift of the Holy Spirit.Acts 2:38.
O Lord! and shall thy Spirit restIn such a wretched heart as mine!Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!Favor astonishing, divine!
O Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest
In such a wretched heart as mine!
Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!
Favor astonishing, divine!
2When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,And hope almost expires in night,Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?
2When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,
And hope almost expires in night,
Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,
Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?
3Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;Else would my hopes for ever die,And every cheering ray depart.
3Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!
’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hopes for ever die,
And every cheering ray depart.
4When some kind promise glads my soul,Do I not find his healing voiceThe tempest of my fears control,And bid my drooping powers rejoice!
4When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping powers rejoice!
5Let thy kind Spirit in my heartFor ever dwell, O God of love!And light and heavenly peace impart—Sweet earnest of the joys above.
5Let thy kind Spirit in my heart
For ever dwell, O God of love!
And light and heavenly peace impart—
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
Mrs. Steele.
411L. M.The beatitudes.Blessed are the humble souls that seeTheir emptiness and poverty;Treasures of grace to them are given,And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.2Blessed are the men of broken heart,Who mourn for sin with inward smart;The blood of Christ divinely flows,A healing balm for all their woes.3Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace,Hunger and thirst for righteousness;They shall be well supplied, and fedWith living streams and living bread.4Blessed are the men of peaceful life,Who quench the glowing coals of strife;They shall be called the heirs of bliss,The sons of God, the God of peace.5Blessed are the sufferers who partakeOf pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;Their souls shall triumph in the Lord:Glory and joy are their reward.Watts.
L. M.
The beatitudes.
Blessed are the humble souls that seeTheir emptiness and poverty;Treasures of grace to them are given,And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
Blessed are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2Blessed are the men of broken heart,Who mourn for sin with inward smart;The blood of Christ divinely flows,A healing balm for all their woes.
2Blessed are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace,Hunger and thirst for righteousness;They shall be well supplied, and fedWith living streams and living bread.
3Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace,
Hunger and thirst for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied, and fed
With living streams and living bread.
4Blessed are the men of peaceful life,Who quench the glowing coals of strife;They shall be called the heirs of bliss,The sons of God, the God of peace.
4Blessed are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the glowing coals of strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.
5Blessed are the sufferers who partakeOf pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;Their souls shall triumph in the Lord:Glory and joy are their reward.
5Blessed are the sufferers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord:
Glory and joy are their reward.
Watts.
412L. M.In Christ.God of my life! thy boundless grace,Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;Father! I come, I come to thee.2Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield!Whose precious blood was shed for me,Into thy hands my soul I yield;Saviour! I come, I come to thee.
L. M.
In Christ.
God of my life! thy boundless grace,Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;Father! I come, I come to thee.
God of my life! thy boundless grace,
Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;
My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;
Father! I come, I come to thee.
2Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield!Whose precious blood was shed for me,Into thy hands my soul I yield;Saviour! I come, I come to thee.
2Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield!
Whose precious blood was shed for me,
Into thy hands my soul I yield;
Saviour! I come, I come to thee.
413L. M.He is not ashamed to call them brethren.Heb. 2:11.Honor and happiness uniteTo make the Christian’s name a praise;How fair the scene, how clear the light,That fills the remnant of his days!2A kingly character he bears,No change his priestly office knows;Unfading is the crown he wears,His joys can never reach a close.3Adorned with glory from on high,Salvation shines upon his face;His robe is of the ethereal dye,His steps are dignity and grace.4Inferior honors he disdains,Nor stoops to take applause from earth,The King of kings himself maintainsThe expenses of his heavenly birth.5The noblest creature seen below,Ordained to fill a throne above;God gives him all he can bestow,His kingdom of eternal love!6My soul is ravished at the thought!Methinks from earth I see him rise!Angels congratulate his lot,And shout him welcome to the skies!Cowper.
L. M.
He is not ashamed to call them brethren.Heb. 2:11.
Honor and happiness uniteTo make the Christian’s name a praise;How fair the scene, how clear the light,That fills the remnant of his days!
Honor and happiness unite
To make the Christian’s name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days!
2A kingly character he bears,No change his priestly office knows;Unfading is the crown he wears,His joys can never reach a close.
2A kingly character he bears,
No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.
3Adorned with glory from on high,Salvation shines upon his face;His robe is of the ethereal dye,His steps are dignity and grace.
3Adorned with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face;
His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.
4Inferior honors he disdains,Nor stoops to take applause from earth,The King of kings himself maintainsThe expenses of his heavenly birth.
4Inferior honors he disdains,
Nor stoops to take applause from earth,
The King of kings himself maintains
The expenses of his heavenly birth.
5The noblest creature seen below,Ordained to fill a throne above;God gives him all he can bestow,His kingdom of eternal love!
5The noblest creature seen below,
Ordained to fill a throne above;
God gives him all he can bestow,
His kingdom of eternal love!
6My soul is ravished at the thought!Methinks from earth I see him rise!Angels congratulate his lot,And shout him welcome to the skies!
6My soul is ravished at the thought!
Methinks from earth I see him rise!
Angels congratulate his lot,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
Cowper.
414C. M.Peace in the storm.Lord, in whose might the Saviour trodThe dark and stormy wave,And trusted in his Father’s arm,Omnipotent to save;—2When thickly round our footsteps riseThe floods and storms of life,Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to stillThe dark and fearful strife.3Strong in our trust, on thee reposed,The ocean path we’ll dare,Though waves around us rage and foam,Since thou art present there.Bulfinch.
C. M.
Peace in the storm.
Lord, in whose might the Saviour trodThe dark and stormy wave,And trusted in his Father’s arm,Omnipotent to save;—
Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod
The dark and stormy wave,
And trusted in his Father’s arm,
Omnipotent to save;—
2When thickly round our footsteps riseThe floods and storms of life,Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to stillThe dark and fearful strife.
2When thickly round our footsteps rise
The floods and storms of life,
Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to still
The dark and fearful strife.
3Strong in our trust, on thee reposed,The ocean path we’ll dare,Though waves around us rage and foam,Since thou art present there.
3Strong in our trust, on thee reposed,
The ocean path we’ll dare,
Though waves around us rage and foam,
Since thou art present there.
Bulfinch.
415C. M.Crying, Abba, Father.Gal. 4:6.Father! I wait before thy throne;Call me a child of thine;And let the Spirit of thy Son,Fill this poor heart of mine.2There shed thy promised love abroad,And make my comfort strong;Then shall I say, my Father, God!With an unwavering tongue.Watts.
C. M.
Crying, Abba, Father.Gal. 4:6.
Father! I wait before thy throne;Call me a child of thine;And let the Spirit of thy Son,Fill this poor heart of mine.
Father! I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine;
And let the Spirit of thy Son,
Fill this poor heart of mine.
2There shed thy promised love abroad,And make my comfort strong;Then shall I say, my Father, God!With an unwavering tongue.
2There shed thy promised love abroad,
And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, my Father, God!
With an unwavering tongue.
Watts.
416C. M.We have left all, etc.Matt. 19:27.There is a name I love to hear,I love to speak its worth;It sounds like music in mine ear,The sweetest name on earth.2It tells me of a Saviour’s love,Who died to set me free;It tells me of his precious blood,The sinner’s perfect plea.3It tells me of a Father’s smile,Beaming upon his child;It cheers me through this “little while,â€Through desert, waste, and wild.4It bids my trembling heart rejoice;It dries each rising tear;It tells me in “a still small voice,â€To trust and never fear.5Jesus! the name I love so well,The name I love to hear!No saint on earth its worth can tell,No heart conceive how dear.6This name shall shed its fragrance stillAlong this thorny road,Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hillThat leads me up to God.
C. M.
We have left all, etc.Matt. 19:27.
There is a name I love to hear,I love to speak its worth;It sounds like music in mine ear,The sweetest name on earth.
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
2It tells me of a Saviour’s love,Who died to set me free;It tells me of his precious blood,The sinner’s perfect plea.
2It tells me of a Saviour’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
3It tells me of a Father’s smile,Beaming upon his child;It cheers me through this “little while,â€Through desert, waste, and wild.
3It tells me of a Father’s smile,
Beaming upon his child;
It cheers me through this “little while,â€
Through desert, waste, and wild.
4It bids my trembling heart rejoice;It dries each rising tear;It tells me in “a still small voice,â€To trust and never fear.
4It bids my trembling heart rejoice;
It dries each rising tear;
It tells me in “a still small voice,â€
To trust and never fear.
5Jesus! the name I love so well,The name I love to hear!No saint on earth its worth can tell,No heart conceive how dear.
5Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.
6This name shall shed its fragrance stillAlong this thorny road,Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hillThat leads me up to God.
6This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.
417C. M.The Spirit of God dwelleth within you.1 Cor. 3:16.Lord, let thy Spirit penetrateThis heart and soul of mine;And my whole being with thy gracePervade, O Life divine!2As this clear air surrounds the earth,Thy grace around me roll;As the fresh light pervades the air,So pierce and fill my soul.3As from these clouds drops down in loveThe precious summer rain,So from thyself pour down the floodThat freshens all again.4As these fair flowers exhale their scentIn gladness at our feet,So from thyself let fragrance breathe,More heavenly and more sweet.5Thus life within our lifeless hearts,Shall make its glad abode;And we shall shine in beauteous lightFilled with the light of God.Bonar.
C. M.
The Spirit of God dwelleth within you.1 Cor. 3:16.
Lord, let thy Spirit penetrateThis heart and soul of mine;And my whole being with thy gracePervade, O Life divine!
Lord, let thy Spirit penetrate
This heart and soul of mine;
And my whole being with thy grace
Pervade, O Life divine!
2As this clear air surrounds the earth,Thy grace around me roll;As the fresh light pervades the air,So pierce and fill my soul.
2As this clear air surrounds the earth,
Thy grace around me roll;
As the fresh light pervades the air,
So pierce and fill my soul.
3As from these clouds drops down in loveThe precious summer rain,So from thyself pour down the floodThat freshens all again.
3As from these clouds drops down in love
The precious summer rain,
So from thyself pour down the flood
That freshens all again.
4As these fair flowers exhale their scentIn gladness at our feet,So from thyself let fragrance breathe,More heavenly and more sweet.
4As these fair flowers exhale their scent
In gladness at our feet,
So from thyself let fragrance breathe,
More heavenly and more sweet.
5Thus life within our lifeless hearts,Shall make its glad abode;And we shall shine in beauteous lightFilled with the light of God.
5Thus life within our lifeless hearts,
Shall make its glad abode;
And we shall shine in beauteous light
Filled with the light of God.
Bonar.
418S. M. D.I will write my law in their hearts.Heb. 8:10.Great source of life and light!Thy heavenly grace impart,Thy Holy Spirit grant, and writeThy law upon my heart;My soul would cleave to thee;Let naught my purpose move;O, let my faith more steadfast be,And more intense my love!2Long as my trials last,Long as the cross I bear,O, let my soul on thee be castIn confidence and prayer!Conduct me to the shoreOf everlasting peace,Where storm and tempest rise no more,Where sin and sorrow cease.
S. M. D.
I will write my law in their hearts.Heb. 8:10.
Great source of life and light!Thy heavenly grace impart,Thy Holy Spirit grant, and writeThy law upon my heart;My soul would cleave to thee;Let naught my purpose move;O, let my faith more steadfast be,And more intense my love!
Great source of life and light!
Thy heavenly grace impart,
Thy Holy Spirit grant, and write
Thy law upon my heart;
My soul would cleave to thee;
Let naught my purpose move;
O, let my faith more steadfast be,
And more intense my love!
2Long as my trials last,Long as the cross I bear,O, let my soul on thee be castIn confidence and prayer!Conduct me to the shoreOf everlasting peace,Where storm and tempest rise no more,Where sin and sorrow cease.
2Long as my trials last,
Long as the cross I bear,
O, let my soul on thee be cast
In confidence and prayer!
Conduct me to the shore
Of everlasting peace,
Where storm and tempest rise no more,
Where sin and sorrow cease.
419S. M.That they may be one in us.John 17:21.Thy Spirit shall uniteOur souls to thee our Head;Shall form us to thine image bright,That we thy paths may tread.2Death may our souls divideFrom these abodes of clay;But love shall keep us near thy sideThrough all the gloomy way.3Since Christ and we are one,Why should we doubt or fear!If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,He’ll fix his members there.Doddridge.
S. M.
That they may be one in us.John 17:21.
Thy Spirit shall uniteOur souls to thee our Head;Shall form us to thine image bright,That we thy paths may tread.
Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to thee our Head;
Shall form us to thine image bright,
That we thy paths may tread.
2Death may our souls divideFrom these abodes of clay;But love shall keep us near thy sideThrough all the gloomy way.
2Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near thy side
Through all the gloomy way.
3Since Christ and we are one,Why should we doubt or fear!If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,He’ll fix his members there.
3Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear!
If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,
He’ll fix his members there.
Doddridge.
4207s, 6 lines.In whom we have redemption.Col. 1:14.Blesséd are the sons of God;They are bought with Jesus’ blood;They are ransomed from the graveLife eternal they shall have;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.2They are justified by grace,They enjoy the Saviour’s peace;All their sins are washed away;They shall stand in God’s great day:With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.3They are lights upon the earth—Children of a heavenly birth—One with God, with Jesus one;Glory is in them begun;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.Humphreys.
7s, 6 lines.
In whom we have redemption.Col. 1:14.
Blesséd are the sons of God;They are bought with Jesus’ blood;They are ransomed from the graveLife eternal they shall have;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.
Blesséd are the sons of God;
They are bought with Jesus’ blood;
They are ransomed from the grave
Life eternal they shall have;
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
2They are justified by grace,They enjoy the Saviour’s peace;All their sins are washed away;They shall stand in God’s great day:With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.
2They are justified by grace,
They enjoy the Saviour’s peace;
All their sins are washed away;
They shall stand in God’s great day:
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
3They are lights upon the earth—Children of a heavenly birth—One with God, with Jesus one;Glory is in them begun;With them numbered may we be,Here, and in eternity.
3They are lights upon the earth—
Children of a heavenly birth—
One with God, with Jesus one;
Glory is in them begun;
With them numbered may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
Humphreys.
4218s & 7s.God, our salvation.Call Jehovah thy salvation,Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade;In his secret habitationDwell, and never be dismayed.Guile nor violence can harm thee,In eternal silence there;There no tumult shall alarm thee;Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.2Since with pure and firm affectionThou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of his protectionHe will shield thee from above:Thou shalt call on him in trouble;He will hearken; he will save;Here for grief reward thee double;Crown with life beyond the grave.Montgomery.
8s & 7s.
God, our salvation.
Call Jehovah thy salvation,Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade;In his secret habitationDwell, and never be dismayed.Guile nor violence can harm thee,In eternal silence there;There no tumult shall alarm thee;Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.
Call Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade;
In his secret habitation
Dwell, and never be dismayed.
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal silence there;
There no tumult shall alarm thee;
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.
2Since with pure and firm affectionThou on God hast set thy love,With the wings of his protectionHe will shield thee from above:Thou shalt call on him in trouble;He will hearken; he will save;Here for grief reward thee double;Crown with life beyond the grave.
2Since with pure and firm affection
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection
He will shield thee from above:
Thou shalt call on him in trouble;
He will hearken; he will save;
Here for grief reward thee double;
Crown with life beyond the grave.
Montgomery.
4228s, 6s & 4s.The Holy Spirit the Comforter.Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathedHis tender, last farewell,A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathedWith us to dwell.2He came in tongues of living flame,To teach, convince, subdue;All powerful as the wind he came,As viewless too.3He came, sweet influence to impart,A gracious, willing guest,While he can find one humble heartWherein to rest.4And his that gentle voice we hear,Soft as the breeze of even,That checks each fault, that calms each fear,And speaks of heaven.
8s, 6s & 4s.
The Holy Spirit the Comforter.
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathedHis tender, last farewell,A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathedWith us to dwell.
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
2He came in tongues of living flame,To teach, convince, subdue;All powerful as the wind he came,As viewless too.
2He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;
All powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.
3He came, sweet influence to impart,A gracious, willing guest,While he can find one humble heartWherein to rest.
3He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,
While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
4And his that gentle voice we hear,Soft as the breeze of even,That checks each fault, that calms each fear,And speaks of heaven.
4And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breeze of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
423P. M.The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.We ask for peace, O Lord!Thy children ask thy peace;Not what the world calls rest,That toil and care should cease,That through bright sunny hoursCalm life should fleet away,And tranquil night should fadeIn smiling day—It is not for such peace that we would pray.2We ask for peace, O Lord!Yet not to stand secure,Girt round with iron pride,Contented to endure:Crushing the gentle strings,That human hearts should know,Untouched by others’ joysOr others’ woe;Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.3We ask thy peace, O Lord!Through storm, and fear, and strife,To light and guide us on,Through a long struggling life:While no success or gainShall cheer the desperate fight,Or nerve, what the world calls,Our wasted might:Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.4It is thine own, O Lord!Who toil while others sleep,Who sow with loving careWhat other hands shall reap:They lean on thee entrancedIn calm and perfect rest:Give us that peace, O Lord!Divine and blest,Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best.Miss A. A. Procter.
P. M.
The peace of God.Phil. 4:7.
We ask for peace, O Lord!Thy children ask thy peace;Not what the world calls rest,That toil and care should cease,That through bright sunny hoursCalm life should fleet away,And tranquil night should fadeIn smiling day—It is not for such peace that we would pray.
We ask for peace, O Lord!
Thy children ask thy peace;
Not what the world calls rest,
That toil and care should cease,
That through bright sunny hours
Calm life should fleet away,
And tranquil night should fade
In smiling day—
It is not for such peace that we would pray.
2We ask for peace, O Lord!Yet not to stand secure,Girt round with iron pride,Contented to endure:Crushing the gentle strings,That human hearts should know,Untouched by others’ joysOr others’ woe;Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.
2We ask for peace, O Lord!
Yet not to stand secure,
Girt round with iron pride,
Contented to endure:
Crushing the gentle strings,
That human hearts should know,
Untouched by others’ joys
Or others’ woe;
Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.
3We ask thy peace, O Lord!Through storm, and fear, and strife,To light and guide us on,Through a long struggling life:While no success or gainShall cheer the desperate fight,Or nerve, what the world calls,Our wasted might:Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.
3We ask thy peace, O Lord!
Through storm, and fear, and strife,
To light and guide us on,
Through a long struggling life:
While no success or gain
Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls,
Our wasted might:
Yet pressing through the darkness to the light.
4It is thine own, O Lord!Who toil while others sleep,Who sow with loving careWhat other hands shall reap:They lean on thee entrancedIn calm and perfect rest:Give us that peace, O Lord!Divine and blest,Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best.
4It is thine own, O Lord!
Who toil while others sleep,
Who sow with loving care
What other hands shall reap:
They lean on thee entranced
In calm and perfect rest:
Give us that peace, O Lord!
Divine and blest,
Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best.
Miss A. A. Procter.
424H. M.He will give the Holy Spirit, etc.Luke 11:13.O Thou that hearest prayer,Attend our humble cry,And let thy servants shareThy blessings from on high:We plead the promise of thy word;Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.2If earthly parents hearTheir children when they cry—If they, with love sincere,Their varied wants supply—Much more wilt thou thy love display,And answer when thy children pray.
H. M.
He will give the Holy Spirit, etc.Luke 11:13.
O Thou that hearest prayer,Attend our humble cry,And let thy servants shareThy blessings from on high:We plead the promise of thy word;Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.
O Thou that hearest prayer,
Attend our humble cry,
And let thy servants share
Thy blessings from on high:
We plead the promise of thy word;
Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.
2If earthly parents hearTheir children when they cry—If they, with love sincere,Their varied wants supply—Much more wilt thou thy love display,And answer when thy children pray.
2If earthly parents hear
Their children when they cry—
If they, with love sincere,
Their varied wants supply—
Much more wilt thou thy love display,
And answer when thy children pray.
425C. H. M.The world knoweth us not.1 John 3:1.Let others boast their ancient line,In long succession great;In the proud list let heroes shine,And monarchs swell the state,Descended from the King of kings,Each saint a nobler title sings.2Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son,Own me an heir divine;I’ll pity princes on the throne,When I can call thee mine:Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,And lose their luster in my eyes.3Content, obscure, I pass my days,To all I meet unknown,And wait till thou thy child shalt raise,And seat me near thy throne:No name, no honors here I crave,Well pleased with those beyond the grave.4Jesus, my elder brother, lives;With him I, too, shall reign;Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,Shall make the promise vain;In him my title stands secure,And shall while endless years endure.5When he, in robes divinely bright,Shall once again appear,Thou, too, my soul, shalt shine in light,And his full image bear:Enough!—I wait th’ appointed day—Blessed Saviour, haste, and come away!Cruttenden.
C. H. M.
The world knoweth us not.1 John 3:1.
Let others boast their ancient line,In long succession great;In the proud list let heroes shine,And monarchs swell the state,Descended from the King of kings,Each saint a nobler title sings.
Let others boast their ancient line,
In long succession great;
In the proud list let heroes shine,
And monarchs swell the state,
Descended from the King of kings,
Each saint a nobler title sings.
2Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son,Own me an heir divine;I’ll pity princes on the throne,When I can call thee mine:Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,And lose their luster in my eyes.
2Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son,
Own me an heir divine;
I’ll pity princes on the throne,
When I can call thee mine:
Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,
And lose their luster in my eyes.
3Content, obscure, I pass my days,To all I meet unknown,And wait till thou thy child shalt raise,And seat me near thy throne:No name, no honors here I crave,Well pleased with those beyond the grave.
3Content, obscure, I pass my days,
To all I meet unknown,
And wait till thou thy child shalt raise,
And seat me near thy throne:
No name, no honors here I crave,
Well pleased with those beyond the grave.
4Jesus, my elder brother, lives;With him I, too, shall reign;Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,Shall make the promise vain;In him my title stands secure,And shall while endless years endure.
4Jesus, my elder brother, lives;
With him I, too, shall reign;
Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,
Shall make the promise vain;
In him my title stands secure,
And shall while endless years endure.
5When he, in robes divinely bright,Shall once again appear,Thou, too, my soul, shalt shine in light,And his full image bear:Enough!—I wait th’ appointed day—Blessed Saviour, haste, and come away!
5When he, in robes divinely bright,
Shall once again appear,
Thou, too, my soul, shalt shine in light,
And his full image bear:
Enough!—I wait th’ appointed day—
Blessed Saviour, haste, and come away!
Cruttenden.
THE HOPE OF ETERNAL LIFE.426L. M.Our life is a vapor.James 4:14.How vain is all beneath the skies!How transient every earthly bliss!How slender all the fondest tiesThat bind us to a world like this!2The evening cloud, the morning dew,The withering grass, the fading flower,Of earthly hopes are emblems true,The glory of a passing hour.3But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,And all beneath the skies is vain,There is a brighter world on high,Beyond the reach of care and pain.4Then let the hope of joys to comeDispel our cares and chase our fears;If God be ours, we’re traveling home,Though passing through a vale of tears.427L. M.Fight the good fight of faith.1 Tim. 6:12.Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,And gird the gospel armor on;March to the gates of endless joy,Where Jesus, the great Captain’s gone.2Hell and thy sins resist thy course;But hell and sin are vanquished foes;Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,And sung the triumph when he rose.3Then let my soul march boldly on,Press forward to the heavenly gate;There peace and joy eternal reign,And glittering robes for conquerors wait.4There shall I wear a starry crown,And triumph in almighty grace,While all the armies of the skiesJoin in my glorious Leader’s praise.Watts.428C. M.The land of promise.There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign,Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.2There everlasting spring abides,And never withering flowers;Death, like a narrow sea, dividesThis heavenly land from ours.3Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,Stand dressed in living green;So to the Jews old Canaan stood,While Jordan rolled between.4But timorous mortals start and shrinkTo cross this narrow sea,And linger, shivering on the brink,And fear to launch away.5O! could we make our doubts remove,Those gloomy doubts that rise,And see the Canaan that we love,With unbeclouded eyes;6Could we but climb where Moses stood,And view the landscape o’er;Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,Should fright us from the shore.Watts.429C. M.The land that is afar off.Isaiah 33:17.Far from these narrow scenes of night,Unbounded glories rise;And realms of infinite delight,Unknown to mortal eyes.2Celestial land! could our weak eyesBut half thy charms explore,How would our spirits long to rise;And dwell on earth no more:3There pain and sickness never come,And grief no place obtains;Health triumphs in immortal bloom,And endless pleasure reigns!4No cloud these blissful regions know,For ever bright and fair!For sin, the source of every woe,Can never enter there.5There no alternate night is known,Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;But glory from the sacred throneSpreads everlasting day.Mrs. Steele.430C. M.We all shall meet in heaven.Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that bindsOur glowing hearts in one;Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our mindsTo harmony divine.It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.2What though the northern wintry blastShall howl around our cot;What though beneath an eastern sunBe cast our distant lot;Yet still we share the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.3From eastern shores, from northern lands,From western hill and plain,From southern climes, the brother-bandsMay hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when life and time are o’er,We all shall meet in heaven.4From Burmah’s shores, from Afric’s strand,From India’s burning plain,From Europe, from Columbia’s land,We hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.5No lingering look, nor parting sigh,Our future meeting knows;There friendship beams from every eye,And love immortal glows.O sacred hope! O blissful hope!Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are pastWe all shall meet in heaven.Sutton.431C. M.The heavenly Canaan.On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan’s fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.2O the transporting, rapturous scene,That rises to my sight!Sweet fields arrayed in living green,And rivers of delight!3There generous fruits that never failOn trees immortal grow;There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,With milk and honey flow.4All o’er these wide, extended plains,Shines one eternal day;There God, the Son, for ever reigns,And scatters night away.5No chilling winds nor poisonous breathCan reach that healthful shore;Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,Are felt and feared no more.6When shall I reach that happy place,And be for ever blest!When shall I see my Father’s face,And in his bosom rest!7Filled with delight, my raptured soulWould here no longer stay;Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,Fearless I’d launch away.Stennett.432C. M.Hope in trouble.When musing sorrow weeps the past,And mourns the present pain,’Tis sweet to think of peace at last,And feel that death is gain.2’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,And dread a Father’s will;’Tis not that meek submission flies,And would not suffer still.3It is that heaven-born faith surveysThe path that leads to light,And longs her eagle plumes to raise,And lose herself in sight.4It is that troubled conscience feelsThe pangs of struggling sin,And sees, though far, the hand that heals,And ends the strife within.5O, let me wing my hallowed flightFrom earth-born woe and care,And soar above these clouds of night,My Saviour’s bliss to share.B. W. Noel.433C. M.Light in darkness.O there’s a better world on high;Hope on, thou pious breast;Faint not, thou traveler; on the skyThy weary feet shall rest.2Anguish may rend each vital part;Poor man, thy strength how frail!Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,When flesh and heart shall fail.3Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,Thy feet must surely go;Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;’Tis thy last scene of woe.4Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—Shall guard the traveler through;“Hail!†shalt thou cry: “hail! promised land!And, wilderness, adieu!â€5O Father, make our souls thy care,And bring us safe to thee;Where’er thou art—we ask not where—But there ’tis heaven to be.434C. M.Abiding in hope.Since I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.2Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurled,Then I would smile at Satan’s rage,And face a frowning world.3Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,And storms of sorrow fall,May I but safely reach my home,My God, my heaven, my all.4There shall I bathe my weary soulIn seas of heavenly rest;And not a wave of trouble rollAcross my peaceful breast.Watts.435C. M.God our only hope.When reft of all, and hopeless careWould sink us to the tomb,What power shall save us from despair,What dissipate the gloom?2No balm that earthly plants distillCan soothe the mourner’s smart,No mortal hand, with lenient skill,Bind up the broken heart.3But One alone, who reigns above,Our woe to joy can turn,And light the lamp of life and love,That long has ceased to burn.4Then, O my soul! to that One flee,To God thy woes reveal;His eye alone thy wounds can see,His power alone can heal.Drummond.436C. M.Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5.My soul! triumphant in the Lord,Proclaim thy joys abroad,And march with holy vigor on,Supported by thy God.2Through every winding maze of life,His hand has been my guide;And in his long-experienced care,My heart shall still confide.3His grace through all the desert flows,An unexhausted stream;That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount,Shall be my endless theme.4Beyond the choicest joys of time,Thy courts on earth I love;But O! I burn with strong desireTo view thy house above.5There, joined with all the shining band,My soul would thee adore;A pillar in thy temple fixed,To be removed no more.Doddridge.4378s & 4s.Vain world, adieu.When for eternal worlds we steer,And seas are calm, and skies are clear,And faith, in lively exercise,Sees distant fields of Canaan rise,The soul for joy then spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,Vain world, adieu.2With cheerful hope, her eyes exploreEach land-mark on the distant shore,The trees of life, the pastures green,The golden streets, the crystal stream;Again for joy she spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,I’m going home.3The nearer still she draws to land,More eager all her powers expand;With steady helm, and free bent sail,Her anchor drops within the vail;And now for joy she folds her wings,And her celestial sonnet sings,I’m safe at home.438C. M.Hope maketh not ashamed.Rom. 5:5.The world may change from old to new,From new to old again;Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,Within our hearts remain.2Hope leads the child to plant the flower,The man to sow the seed;Nor leaves fulfillment to her hour—But prompts again to deed.3And ere upon the old man’s dustThe grass is seen to wave,We look through falling tears, to trustHope’s sunshine on the grave.4O, no, it is no flattering lure,No fancy weak or fond,When hope would bid us rest secureIn better life beyond.5Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor tears,Her promise may gainsay;The voice divine speaks through our years,To cheer us on our way.Sarah F. Adams.439P. M.The Rock of Salvation.If life’s pleasures charm you, give them not your heart,Lest the gift ensnare you from your God to part;His favor seek, his praises speak;Fix here your hope’s foundation;Serve him, and he will ever beThe Rock of your Salvation.2If distress befall you, painful though it be,Let not grief appall you—to your Saviour flee;He ever near, your prayer will hear,And calm your perturbation;The waves of woe shall ne’er o’erflowThe Rock of your Salvation.3When earth’s prospects fail you, let it not distress,Better comforts wait you—Christ will surely bless;To Jesus flee—your prop he’ll be,Your heavenly consolation;For griefs below can not o’erthrowThe Rock of your Salvation.4Dangers may approach you; let them not alarm;Christ will ever watch you, and protect from harm,He near you stands, with mighty handsTo ward off each temptation;To Jesus fly; he’s ever nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.5Let not death alarm you, shrink not from his blow;For your God shall arm you, and victory bestow,For death shall bring to you no sting,The grave no desolation:’Tis sweet to die with Jesus nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.F. S. Key.4406s & 4s.Jesus is mine.Now I have found a friend,Jesus is mine;His love shall never end,Jesus is mine.Though earthly joys decrease;Though human friendships cease,Now I have lasting peace;Jesus is mine.2Though I grow poor and old,Jesus is mine;He will my faith uphold,Jesus is mine;He shall my wants supply,His precious blood is nigh,Nought can my hope destroy,Jesus is mine!3When earth shall pass away,Jesus is mine.In the great Judgment day,Jesus is mine.O! what a glorious thingThen to behold my King,On tuneful harp to sing,Jesus is mine.4Farewell mortality!Jesus is mine.Welcome eternity!Jesus is mine,He my Redemption is,Wisdom and Righteousness,Life, Light and Holiness,Jesus is mine.Ryle.
426L. M.Our life is a vapor.James 4:14.How vain is all beneath the skies!How transient every earthly bliss!How slender all the fondest tiesThat bind us to a world like this!2The evening cloud, the morning dew,The withering grass, the fading flower,Of earthly hopes are emblems true,The glory of a passing hour.3But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,And all beneath the skies is vain,There is a brighter world on high,Beyond the reach of care and pain.4Then let the hope of joys to comeDispel our cares and chase our fears;If God be ours, we’re traveling home,Though passing through a vale of tears.
L. M.
Our life is a vapor.James 4:14.
How vain is all beneath the skies!How transient every earthly bliss!How slender all the fondest tiesThat bind us to a world like this!
How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
2The evening cloud, the morning dew,The withering grass, the fading flower,Of earthly hopes are emblems true,The glory of a passing hour.
2The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true,
The glory of a passing hour.
3But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,And all beneath the skies is vain,There is a brighter world on high,Beyond the reach of care and pain.
3But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a brighter world on high,
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
4Then let the hope of joys to comeDispel our cares and chase our fears;If God be ours, we’re traveling home,Though passing through a vale of tears.
4Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares and chase our fears;
If God be ours, we’re traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.
427L. M.Fight the good fight of faith.1 Tim. 6:12.Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,And gird the gospel armor on;March to the gates of endless joy,Where Jesus, the great Captain’s gone.2Hell and thy sins resist thy course;But hell and sin are vanquished foes;Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,And sung the triumph when he rose.3Then let my soul march boldly on,Press forward to the heavenly gate;There peace and joy eternal reign,And glittering robes for conquerors wait.4There shall I wear a starry crown,And triumph in almighty grace,While all the armies of the skiesJoin in my glorious Leader’s praise.Watts.
L. M.
Fight the good fight of faith.1 Tim. 6:12.
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,And gird the gospel armor on;March to the gates of endless joy,Where Jesus, the great Captain’s gone.
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus, the great Captain’s gone.
2Hell and thy sins resist thy course;But hell and sin are vanquished foes;Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,And sung the triumph when he rose.
2Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3Then let my soul march boldly on,Press forward to the heavenly gate;There peace and joy eternal reign,And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
3Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4There shall I wear a starry crown,And triumph in almighty grace,While all the armies of the skiesJoin in my glorious Leader’s praise.
4There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader’s praise.
Watts.
428C. M.The land of promise.There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign,Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.2There everlasting spring abides,And never withering flowers;Death, like a narrow sea, dividesThis heavenly land from ours.3Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,Stand dressed in living green;So to the Jews old Canaan stood,While Jordan rolled between.4But timorous mortals start and shrinkTo cross this narrow sea,And linger, shivering on the brink,And fear to launch away.5O! could we make our doubts remove,Those gloomy doubts that rise,And see the Canaan that we love,With unbeclouded eyes;6Could we but climb where Moses stood,And view the landscape o’er;Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,Should fright us from the shore.Watts.
C. M.
The land of promise.
There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign,Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2There everlasting spring abides,And never withering flowers;Death, like a narrow sea, dividesThis heavenly land from ours.
2There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,Stand dressed in living green;So to the Jews old Canaan stood,While Jordan rolled between.
3Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
4But timorous mortals start and shrinkTo cross this narrow sea,And linger, shivering on the brink,And fear to launch away.
4But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5O! could we make our doubts remove,Those gloomy doubts that rise,And see the Canaan that we love,With unbeclouded eyes;
5O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;
6Could we but climb where Moses stood,And view the landscape o’er;Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,Should fright us from the shore.
6Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er;
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
Watts.
429C. M.The land that is afar off.Isaiah 33:17.Far from these narrow scenes of night,Unbounded glories rise;And realms of infinite delight,Unknown to mortal eyes.2Celestial land! could our weak eyesBut half thy charms explore,How would our spirits long to rise;And dwell on earth no more:3There pain and sickness never come,And grief no place obtains;Health triumphs in immortal bloom,And endless pleasure reigns!4No cloud these blissful regions know,For ever bright and fair!For sin, the source of every woe,Can never enter there.5There no alternate night is known,Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;But glory from the sacred throneSpreads everlasting day.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
The land that is afar off.Isaiah 33:17.
Far from these narrow scenes of night,Unbounded glories rise;And realms of infinite delight,Unknown to mortal eyes.
Far from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise;
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2Celestial land! could our weak eyesBut half thy charms explore,How would our spirits long to rise;And dwell on earth no more:
2Celestial land! could our weak eyes
But half thy charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise;
And dwell on earth no more:
3There pain and sickness never come,And grief no place obtains;Health triumphs in immortal bloom,And endless pleasure reigns!
3There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no place obtains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns!
4No cloud these blissful regions know,For ever bright and fair!For sin, the source of every woe,Can never enter there.
4No cloud these blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of every woe,
Can never enter there.
5There no alternate night is known,Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;But glory from the sacred throneSpreads everlasting day.
5There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.
Mrs. Steele.
430C. M.We all shall meet in heaven.Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that bindsOur glowing hearts in one;Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our mindsTo harmony divine.It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.2What though the northern wintry blastShall howl around our cot;What though beneath an eastern sunBe cast our distant lot;Yet still we share the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.3From eastern shores, from northern lands,From western hill and plain,From southern climes, the brother-bandsMay hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when life and time are o’er,We all shall meet in heaven.4From Burmah’s shores, from Afric’s strand,From India’s burning plain,From Europe, from Columbia’s land,We hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.5No lingering look, nor parting sigh,Our future meeting knows;There friendship beams from every eye,And love immortal glows.O sacred hope! O blissful hope!Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are pastWe all shall meet in heaven.Sutton.
C. M.
We all shall meet in heaven.
Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that bindsOur glowing hearts in one;Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our mindsTo harmony divine.It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.
Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds
Our glowing hearts in one;
Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds
To harmony divine.
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus’ grace has given—
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.
2What though the northern wintry blastShall howl around our cot;What though beneath an eastern sunBe cast our distant lot;Yet still we share the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.
2What though the northern wintry blast
Shall howl around our cot;
What though beneath an eastern sun
Be cast our distant lot;
Yet still we share the blissful hope,
Which Jesus’ grace has given—
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.
3From eastern shores, from northern lands,From western hill and plain,From southern climes, the brother-bandsMay hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when life and time are o’er,We all shall meet in heaven.
3From eastern shores, from northern lands,
From western hill and plain,
From southern climes, the brother-bands
May hope to meet again;
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus’ grace has given—
The hope, when life and time are o’er,
We all shall meet in heaven.
4From Burmah’s shores, from Afric’s strand,From India’s burning plain,From Europe, from Columbia’s land,We hope to meet again;It is the hope, the blissful hope,Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are past,We all shall meet in heaven.
4From Burmah’s shores, from Afric’s strand,
From India’s burning plain,
From Europe, from Columbia’s land,
We hope to meet again;
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus’ grace has given—
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.
5No lingering look, nor parting sigh,Our future meeting knows;There friendship beams from every eye,And love immortal glows.O sacred hope! O blissful hope!Which Jesus’ grace has given—The hope, when days and years are pastWe all shall meet in heaven.
5No lingering look, nor parting sigh,
Our future meeting knows;
There friendship beams from every eye,
And love immortal glows.
O sacred hope! O blissful hope!
Which Jesus’ grace has given—
The hope, when days and years are past
We all shall meet in heaven.
Sutton.
431C. M.The heavenly Canaan.On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan’s fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.2O the transporting, rapturous scene,That rises to my sight!Sweet fields arrayed in living green,And rivers of delight!3There generous fruits that never failOn trees immortal grow;There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,With milk and honey flow.4All o’er these wide, extended plains,Shines one eternal day;There God, the Son, for ever reigns,And scatters night away.5No chilling winds nor poisonous breathCan reach that healthful shore;Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,Are felt and feared no more.6When shall I reach that happy place,And be for ever blest!When shall I see my Father’s face,And in his bosom rest!7Filled with delight, my raptured soulWould here no longer stay;Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,Fearless I’d launch away.Stennett.
C. M.
The heavenly Canaan.
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan’s fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
2O the transporting, rapturous scene,That rises to my sight!Sweet fields arrayed in living green,And rivers of delight!
2O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3There generous fruits that never failOn trees immortal grow;There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,With milk and honey flow.
3There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
4All o’er these wide, extended plains,Shines one eternal day;There God, the Son, for ever reigns,And scatters night away.
4All o’er these wide, extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Son, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
5No chilling winds nor poisonous breathCan reach that healthful shore;Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,Are felt and feared no more.
5No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
6When shall I reach that happy place,And be for ever blest!When shall I see my Father’s face,And in his bosom rest!
6When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest!
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest!
7Filled with delight, my raptured soulWould here no longer stay;Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,Fearless I’d launch away.
7Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
Stennett.
432C. M.Hope in trouble.When musing sorrow weeps the past,And mourns the present pain,’Tis sweet to think of peace at last,And feel that death is gain.2’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,And dread a Father’s will;’Tis not that meek submission flies,And would not suffer still.3It is that heaven-born faith surveysThe path that leads to light,And longs her eagle plumes to raise,And lose herself in sight.4It is that troubled conscience feelsThe pangs of struggling sin,And sees, though far, the hand that heals,And ends the strife within.5O, let me wing my hallowed flightFrom earth-born woe and care,And soar above these clouds of night,My Saviour’s bliss to share.B. W. Noel.
C. M.
Hope in trouble.
When musing sorrow weeps the past,And mourns the present pain,’Tis sweet to think of peace at last,And feel that death is gain.
When musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,
’Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.
2’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,And dread a Father’s will;’Tis not that meek submission flies,And would not suffer still.
2’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father’s will;
’Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.
3It is that heaven-born faith surveysThe path that leads to light,And longs her eagle plumes to raise,And lose herself in sight.
3It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.
4It is that troubled conscience feelsThe pangs of struggling sin,And sees, though far, the hand that heals,And ends the strife within.
4It is that troubled conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin,
And sees, though far, the hand that heals,
And ends the strife within.
5O, let me wing my hallowed flightFrom earth-born woe and care,And soar above these clouds of night,My Saviour’s bliss to share.
5O, let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour’s bliss to share.
B. W. Noel.
433C. M.Light in darkness.O there’s a better world on high;Hope on, thou pious breast;Faint not, thou traveler; on the skyThy weary feet shall rest.2Anguish may rend each vital part;Poor man, thy strength how frail!Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,When flesh and heart shall fail.3Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,Thy feet must surely go;Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;’Tis thy last scene of woe.4Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—Shall guard the traveler through;“Hail!†shalt thou cry: “hail! promised land!And, wilderness, adieu!â€5O Father, make our souls thy care,And bring us safe to thee;Where’er thou art—we ask not where—But there ’tis heaven to be.
C. M.
Light in darkness.
O there’s a better world on high;Hope on, thou pious breast;Faint not, thou traveler; on the skyThy weary feet shall rest.
O there’s a better world on high;
Hope on, thou pious breast;
Faint not, thou traveler; on the sky
Thy weary feet shall rest.
2Anguish may rend each vital part;Poor man, thy strength how frail!Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,When flesh and heart shall fail.
2Anguish may rend each vital part;
Poor man, thy strength how frail!
Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,
When flesh and heart shall fail.
3Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,Thy feet must surely go;Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;’Tis thy last scene of woe.
3Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,
Thy feet must surely go;
Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;
’Tis thy last scene of woe.
4Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—Shall guard the traveler through;“Hail!†shalt thou cry: “hail! promised land!And, wilderness, adieu!â€
4Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—
Shall guard the traveler through;
“Hail!†shalt thou cry: “hail! promised land!
And, wilderness, adieu!â€
5O Father, make our souls thy care,And bring us safe to thee;Where’er thou art—we ask not where—But there ’tis heaven to be.
5O Father, make our souls thy care,
And bring us safe to thee;
Where’er thou art—we ask not where—
But there ’tis heaven to be.
434C. M.Abiding in hope.Since I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.2Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurled,Then I would smile at Satan’s rage,And face a frowning world.3Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,And storms of sorrow fall,May I but safely reach my home,My God, my heaven, my all.4There shall I bathe my weary soulIn seas of heavenly rest;And not a wave of trouble rollAcross my peaceful breast.Watts.
C. M.
Abiding in hope.
Since I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.
Since I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurled,Then I would smile at Satan’s rage,And face a frowning world.
2Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I would smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
3Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,And storms of sorrow fall,May I but safely reach my home,My God, my heaven, my all.
3Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
4There shall I bathe my weary soulIn seas of heavenly rest;And not a wave of trouble rollAcross my peaceful breast.
4There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
Watts.
435C. M.God our only hope.When reft of all, and hopeless careWould sink us to the tomb,What power shall save us from despair,What dissipate the gloom?2No balm that earthly plants distillCan soothe the mourner’s smart,No mortal hand, with lenient skill,Bind up the broken heart.3But One alone, who reigns above,Our woe to joy can turn,And light the lamp of life and love,That long has ceased to burn.4Then, O my soul! to that One flee,To God thy woes reveal;His eye alone thy wounds can see,His power alone can heal.Drummond.
C. M.
God our only hope.
When reft of all, and hopeless careWould sink us to the tomb,What power shall save us from despair,What dissipate the gloom?
When reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair,
What dissipate the gloom?
2No balm that earthly plants distillCan soothe the mourner’s smart,No mortal hand, with lenient skill,Bind up the broken heart.
2No balm that earthly plants distill
Can soothe the mourner’s smart,
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.
3But One alone, who reigns above,Our woe to joy can turn,And light the lamp of life and love,That long has ceased to burn.
3But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to joy can turn,
And light the lamp of life and love,
That long has ceased to burn.
4Then, O my soul! to that One flee,To God thy woes reveal;His eye alone thy wounds can see,His power alone can heal.
4Then, O my soul! to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;
His eye alone thy wounds can see,
His power alone can heal.
Drummond.
436C. M.Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5.My soul! triumphant in the Lord,Proclaim thy joys abroad,And march with holy vigor on,Supported by thy God.2Through every winding maze of life,His hand has been my guide;And in his long-experienced care,My heart shall still confide.3His grace through all the desert flows,An unexhausted stream;That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount,Shall be my endless theme.4Beyond the choicest joys of time,Thy courts on earth I love;But O! I burn with strong desireTo view thy house above.5There, joined with all the shining band,My soul would thee adore;A pillar in thy temple fixed,To be removed no more.Doddridge.
C. M.
Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5.
My soul! triumphant in the Lord,Proclaim thy joys abroad,And march with holy vigor on,Supported by thy God.
My soul! triumphant in the Lord,
Proclaim thy joys abroad,
And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by thy God.
2Through every winding maze of life,His hand has been my guide;And in his long-experienced care,My heart shall still confide.
2Through every winding maze of life,
His hand has been my guide;
And in his long-experienced care,
My heart shall still confide.
3His grace through all the desert flows,An unexhausted stream;That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount,Shall be my endless theme.
3His grace through all the desert flows,
An unexhausted stream;
That grace, on Zion’s sacred mount,
Shall be my endless theme.
4Beyond the choicest joys of time,Thy courts on earth I love;But O! I burn with strong desireTo view thy house above.
4Beyond the choicest joys of time,
Thy courts on earth I love;
But O! I burn with strong desire
To view thy house above.
5There, joined with all the shining band,My soul would thee adore;A pillar in thy temple fixed,To be removed no more.
5There, joined with all the shining band,
My soul would thee adore;
A pillar in thy temple fixed,
To be removed no more.
Doddridge.
4378s & 4s.Vain world, adieu.When for eternal worlds we steer,And seas are calm, and skies are clear,And faith, in lively exercise,Sees distant fields of Canaan rise,The soul for joy then spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,Vain world, adieu.2With cheerful hope, her eyes exploreEach land-mark on the distant shore,The trees of life, the pastures green,The golden streets, the crystal stream;Again for joy she spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,I’m going home.3The nearer still she draws to land,More eager all her powers expand;With steady helm, and free bent sail,Her anchor drops within the vail;And now for joy she folds her wings,And her celestial sonnet sings,I’m safe at home.
8s & 4s.
Vain world, adieu.
When for eternal worlds we steer,And seas are calm, and skies are clear,And faith, in lively exercise,Sees distant fields of Canaan rise,The soul for joy then spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,Vain world, adieu.
When for eternal worlds we steer,
And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
And faith, in lively exercise,
Sees distant fields of Canaan rise,
The soul for joy then spreads her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.
2With cheerful hope, her eyes exploreEach land-mark on the distant shore,The trees of life, the pastures green,The golden streets, the crystal stream;Again for joy she spreads her wings,And loud her lovely sonnet sings,I’m going home.
2With cheerful hope, her eyes explore
Each land-mark on the distant shore,
The trees of life, the pastures green,
The golden streets, the crystal stream;
Again for joy she spreads her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I’m going home.
3The nearer still she draws to land,More eager all her powers expand;With steady helm, and free bent sail,Her anchor drops within the vail;And now for joy she folds her wings,And her celestial sonnet sings,I’m safe at home.
3The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her powers expand;
With steady helm, and free bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vail;
And now for joy she folds her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
I’m safe at home.
438C. M.Hope maketh not ashamed.Rom. 5:5.The world may change from old to new,From new to old again;Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,Within our hearts remain.2Hope leads the child to plant the flower,The man to sow the seed;Nor leaves fulfillment to her hour—But prompts again to deed.3And ere upon the old man’s dustThe grass is seen to wave,We look through falling tears, to trustHope’s sunshine on the grave.4O, no, it is no flattering lure,No fancy weak or fond,When hope would bid us rest secureIn better life beyond.5Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor tears,Her promise may gainsay;The voice divine speaks through our years,To cheer us on our way.Sarah F. Adams.
C. M.
Hope maketh not ashamed.Rom. 5:5.
The world may change from old to new,From new to old again;Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,Within our hearts remain.
The world may change from old to new,
From new to old again;
Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,
Within our hearts remain.
2Hope leads the child to plant the flower,The man to sow the seed;Nor leaves fulfillment to her hour—But prompts again to deed.
2Hope leads the child to plant the flower,
The man to sow the seed;
Nor leaves fulfillment to her hour—
But prompts again to deed.
3And ere upon the old man’s dustThe grass is seen to wave,We look through falling tears, to trustHope’s sunshine on the grave.
3And ere upon the old man’s dust
The grass is seen to wave,
We look through falling tears, to trust
Hope’s sunshine on the grave.
4O, no, it is no flattering lure,No fancy weak or fond,When hope would bid us rest secureIn better life beyond.
4O, no, it is no flattering lure,
No fancy weak or fond,
When hope would bid us rest secure
In better life beyond.
5Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor tears,Her promise may gainsay;The voice divine speaks through our years,To cheer us on our way.
5Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor tears,
Her promise may gainsay;
The voice divine speaks through our years,
To cheer us on our way.
Sarah F. Adams.
439P. M.The Rock of Salvation.If life’s pleasures charm you, give them not your heart,Lest the gift ensnare you from your God to part;His favor seek, his praises speak;Fix here your hope’s foundation;Serve him, and he will ever beThe Rock of your Salvation.2If distress befall you, painful though it be,Let not grief appall you—to your Saviour flee;He ever near, your prayer will hear,And calm your perturbation;The waves of woe shall ne’er o’erflowThe Rock of your Salvation.3When earth’s prospects fail you, let it not distress,Better comforts wait you—Christ will surely bless;To Jesus flee—your prop he’ll be,Your heavenly consolation;For griefs below can not o’erthrowThe Rock of your Salvation.4Dangers may approach you; let them not alarm;Christ will ever watch you, and protect from harm,He near you stands, with mighty handsTo ward off each temptation;To Jesus fly; he’s ever nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.5Let not death alarm you, shrink not from his blow;For your God shall arm you, and victory bestow,For death shall bring to you no sting,The grave no desolation:’Tis sweet to die with Jesus nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.F. S. Key.
P. M.
The Rock of Salvation.
If life’s pleasures charm you, give them not your heart,Lest the gift ensnare you from your God to part;His favor seek, his praises speak;Fix here your hope’s foundation;Serve him, and he will ever beThe Rock of your Salvation.
If life’s pleasures charm you, give them not your heart,
Lest the gift ensnare you from your God to part;
His favor seek, his praises speak;
Fix here your hope’s foundation;
Serve him, and he will ever be
The Rock of your Salvation.
2If distress befall you, painful though it be,Let not grief appall you—to your Saviour flee;He ever near, your prayer will hear,And calm your perturbation;The waves of woe shall ne’er o’erflowThe Rock of your Salvation.
2If distress befall you, painful though it be,
Let not grief appall you—to your Saviour flee;
He ever near, your prayer will hear,
And calm your perturbation;
The waves of woe shall ne’er o’erflow
The Rock of your Salvation.
3When earth’s prospects fail you, let it not distress,Better comforts wait you—Christ will surely bless;To Jesus flee—your prop he’ll be,Your heavenly consolation;For griefs below can not o’erthrowThe Rock of your Salvation.
3When earth’s prospects fail you, let it not distress,
Better comforts wait you—Christ will surely bless;
To Jesus flee—your prop he’ll be,
Your heavenly consolation;
For griefs below can not o’erthrow
The Rock of your Salvation.
4Dangers may approach you; let them not alarm;Christ will ever watch you, and protect from harm,He near you stands, with mighty handsTo ward off each temptation;To Jesus fly; he’s ever nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.
4Dangers may approach you; let them not alarm;
Christ will ever watch you, and protect from harm,
He near you stands, with mighty hands
To ward off each temptation;
To Jesus fly; he’s ever nigh,
The Rock of your Salvation.
5Let not death alarm you, shrink not from his blow;For your God shall arm you, and victory bestow,For death shall bring to you no sting,The grave no desolation:’Tis sweet to die with Jesus nigh,The Rock of your Salvation.
5Let not death alarm you, shrink not from his blow;
For your God shall arm you, and victory bestow,
For death shall bring to you no sting,
The grave no desolation:
’Tis sweet to die with Jesus nigh,
The Rock of your Salvation.
F. S. Key.
4406s & 4s.Jesus is mine.Now I have found a friend,Jesus is mine;His love shall never end,Jesus is mine.Though earthly joys decrease;Though human friendships cease,Now I have lasting peace;Jesus is mine.2Though I grow poor and old,Jesus is mine;He will my faith uphold,Jesus is mine;He shall my wants supply,His precious blood is nigh,Nought can my hope destroy,Jesus is mine!3When earth shall pass away,Jesus is mine.In the great Judgment day,Jesus is mine.O! what a glorious thingThen to behold my King,On tuneful harp to sing,Jesus is mine.4Farewell mortality!Jesus is mine.Welcome eternity!Jesus is mine,He my Redemption is,Wisdom and Righteousness,Life, Light and Holiness,Jesus is mine.Ryle.
6s & 4s.
Jesus is mine.
Now I have found a friend,Jesus is mine;His love shall never end,Jesus is mine.Though earthly joys decrease;Though human friendships cease,Now I have lasting peace;Jesus is mine.
Now I have found a friend,
Jesus is mine;
His love shall never end,
Jesus is mine.
Though earthly joys decrease;
Though human friendships cease,
Now I have lasting peace;
Jesus is mine.
2Though I grow poor and old,Jesus is mine;He will my faith uphold,Jesus is mine;He shall my wants supply,His precious blood is nigh,Nought can my hope destroy,Jesus is mine!
2Though I grow poor and old,
Jesus is mine;
He will my faith uphold,
Jesus is mine;
He shall my wants supply,
His precious blood is nigh,
Nought can my hope destroy,
Jesus is mine!
3When earth shall pass away,Jesus is mine.In the great Judgment day,Jesus is mine.O! what a glorious thingThen to behold my King,On tuneful harp to sing,Jesus is mine.
3When earth shall pass away,
Jesus is mine.
In the great Judgment day,
Jesus is mine.
O! what a glorious thing
Then to behold my King,
On tuneful harp to sing,
Jesus is mine.
4Farewell mortality!Jesus is mine.Welcome eternity!Jesus is mine,He my Redemption is,Wisdom and Righteousness,Life, Light and Holiness,Jesus is mine.
4Farewell mortality!
Jesus is mine.
Welcome eternity!
Jesus is mine,
He my Redemption is,
Wisdom and Righteousness,
Life, Light and Holiness,
Jesus is mine.
Ryle.