TEMPTATIONS AND CONFLICTS.845L. M.When I would do good, evil is present.Rom. 7:21.In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,Thou art my portion and my song;Thy ways, with me, are always just,But mine, with thee, are often wrong.2I can not do the things I would,For sin is in my flesh concealed;So evil takes the place of good,And all my weakness stands revealed.3But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean,And give me strength to do the right;While on thy promises I lean,All darkness changes into light.4O give me grace the wrong to shun,The right to follow all my days,And when life’s victory is won,Then will I give thee all the praise.W. T. Moore.846L. M.We are more than conquerors.Rom. 8:37.The Christian warrior, see him standIn the whole armor of his God;The Spirit’s sword is in his hand,His feet are with the gospel shod.2In panoply of truth complete,Salvation’s helmet on his head,With righteousness, a breastplate meet;And faith’s broad shield before him spread.3With this, omnipotence he moves;From this the alien armies flee;Till more than conqueror he proves,Through Christ, who gives him victory.4Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,Sin, death, and hell he tramples down,Fights the good fight, and wins at length,Through mercy, an immortal crown.Montgomery.847L. M.Put on the whole armor of God.Eph. 6:11.Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;See where thy foes against thee rise,In long array, a numerous host;Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.2See where rebellious passions rage,And fierce desires and lust engage;The meanest foe of all the trainHas thousands and ten thousands slain.3Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;Perils and snares beset thee round;Beware of all; guard every part;But most, the traitor in thy heart.4Come, then, my soul! now learn to wieldThe weight of thine immortal shield;Put on the armor from above,Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.Mrs. Barbauld.848L. M.Let us go forth without the camp.Heb. 13:13.Silent, like men in solemn haste,Girded wayfarers of the waste,We press along the narrow roadThat leads to life, to bliss, to God.2We fling aside the weight and sin,Resolved the victory to win;We know the peril, but our eyesRest on the splendor of the prize.3No idling now, no wasteful sleep;We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;No shrinking from the desperate fight,No thought of yielding or of flight;4No love of present gain nor ease,No seeking man nor self to please.—With the brave heart and steady eye,We onward march to victory.5Night is far spent, and morn is near—Morn of the cloudless and the clear;’Tis but a little and we comeTo our reward, our crown, our home.6Another year—it may be less—And we have crossed the wilderness,Finished the toil, the rest begun,The battle fought, the triumph won.Bonar.849L. M.A pillar of cloud by day, etc.Exodus 13:21.When Israel, of the Lord beloved,Out from the land of bondage came,Her father’s God before her moved,An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.2By day, along th’ astonished landsThe cloudy pillar glided slow;By night Arabia’s crimsoned sandsReturned the fiery column’s glow.3Thus present still, though now unseen,O Lord, when shines the prosperous day,Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,To temper the deceitful ray.4And O, when gathers on our path,In shade and storm, the frequent night,Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath,A burning and a shining light.Sir W. Scott.850L. M.Fight the good fight of faith.Tim. 6:12.O Israel, to thy tents repair:Why thus secure on hostile ground?Thy King commands thee to bewareFor many foes thy camp surround.2The trumpet gives a martial strain:O Israel, gird thee for the fight!Arise, the combat to maintain,And put thine enemies to flight!3Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;Awake; be vigilant; be brave!The coward, and the sluggard too,Must wear the fetters of the slave.4A nobler lot is cast for thee;A kingdom waits thee in the skies:With such a hope, shall Israel flee,Or yield, through weariness, the prize?5No! let a careless world reposeAnd slumber on through life’s short day,While Israel to the conflict goes,And bears the glorious prize away!Kelly.851L. M.Psalm 3d.The tempter to my soul hath said—“There is no help in God for thee;”Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,My glory, shield, and solace be.2Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,He heard me from his holy hill;At his command the waves rolled by;He beckoned—and the winds were still.3I laid me down and slept—I woke—Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;Bright from the east the morning broke—Thy comforts rose on me again.4I will not fear, though arméd throngs’Compass my steps in all their wrath;Salvation to the Lord belongs:His presence guards his people’s path.Montgomery.852L. M.The Lord is nigh to all that call on him.Psalm 145:18.When, in the hour of lonely woe,I give my sorrows leave to flow,And anxious fear and dark distrustWeigh down my spirit to the dust;2When not e’en friendship’s gentle aidCan heal the wounds the world has made,O this shall check each rising sigh—My Saviour is for ever nigh.3His counsels and upholding careMy safety and my comfort are:And he shall guide me all my days,Till glory crown the work of grace.Conder.853L. M.I have considered the days of old.Psalm 77:5.Lord! I have foes without, within,The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.2Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,I call to mind what God hath wrought—Thy wonders in the days of old,Thy mercies great and manifold.3O, then to thee I stretch my hands,Like failing streams through desert sands;I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!4Teach me thy will, subdue my own;Thou art my God, and thou alone;Release my soul from trouble, Lord!Quicken and keep me by thy word.Montgomery.854L. M.Why art thou cast down.Psalm 42:5.When darkness long has vailed my mind,And smiling day once more appears;Then, my Creator! then I findThe folly of my doubts and fears.2Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,And blush that I should ever beThus prone to act so base a part,Or harbor one hard thought of thee.3O, let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learn—That God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.4Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!But, when my faith is sharply tried,I find myself a learner yet,Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.5But, O my God! one look from theeSubdues the disobedient will,Drives doubt and discontent away;And thy rebellious child is still.Cowper.855L. M.We walk by faith.2 Cor. 5:7.By faith in Christ I walk with God,With heaven, my journey’s end, in view;Supported by his staff and rod,My road is safe and pleasant too.2I travel through a desert wide,Where many round me blindly stray;But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,And keeps me in the narrow way.3The wilderness affords no food,But God for my support prepares,Provides me every needful good,And frees my soul from wants and cares.4With him sweet converse I maintain;Great as he is, I dare be free;I tell him all my grief and pain,And he reveals his love to me.5I pity all that worldlings talkOf pleasures that will quickly end;Be this my choice, O Lord! to walkWith thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.Newton.856L. M.I press toward the mark.Phil. 3:14.Awake, our souls; away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone;Awake, and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.2True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,Who feeds the strength of every saint;3The mighty God, whose matchless powerIs ever new and ever young,And firm endures, while endless yearsTheir everlasting circles run.4From thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a full supply;While those who trust their native strength,Shall melt away, and droop, and die.5Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amid the heavenly road.Watts.857L. M.Lord, save us; we perish.Matt. 8:25.The billows swell, the winds are high;Clouds overcast my wintry sky;Out of the depths to thee I call;My fears are great, my strength is small.2O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,And guide and guard me through the storm;Defend me from each threatening ill:Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.”3Amid the roaring of the sea,My soul still hangs her hope on thee;Thy constant love, thy faithful care,Is all that saves me from despair.4Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,My Saviour through the floods I seek:Let neither winds nor stormy mainForce back my shattered bark again.Cowper.858L. M.Where is the blessedness ye spake of.Gal. 4:15.O where is now that glowing loveThat marked our union with the Lord?Our hearts were fixed on things above.Nor could the world a joy afford.2Where is the zeal that led us thenTo make our Saviour’s glory known;That freed us from the fear of men,And kept our eyes on him alone?3Where are the happy seasons spentIn fellowship with him we loved?The sacred joy, the sweet content,The blessédness that then we proved?4Behold, again we turn to thee,O cast us not away, though vile!No peace we have, no joy we see,O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.Kelly.859L. M. 6 lines.Love—which passeth knowledge.Eph. 3:19.Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,I see from far thy beauteous light:Inly I sigh for thy repose;My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest till it find rest in thee.2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.3’Tis mercy all, that thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in thee;Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to thee-ward tend?4Is there a thing beneath the sunThat strives with thee my heart to share?Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there:Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in thee.G. Terstergan.860C. M.So run that ye may obtain.1 Cor. 9:24.Rise, O my soul! pursue the pathBy ancient heroes trod;Ambitious view those holy menWho lived and walked with God.2Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;And in example live;Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,Still fresh instruction give.3’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious bloodThey conquered every foe:And to his power and matchless grace,Their crowns and honor owe.4Lord, may we ever keep in viewThe patterns thou hast given,And ne’er forsake the blessed roadWhich led them safe to heaven.Needham.861C. M. D.O! it will be glorious.Christians, keep your armor bright,Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;In union strong together fight;Hosanna to our King!Come, laud and magnify his name,Nor let his praises cease;His ways are ways of pleasantnessAnd all his paths are peace.CHORUS.O it will be glorious.With crowns and palms victorious,And Jesus reigning over us,When our sad warfare’s o’er.2We will not act the coward’s part,But onward all proceed:Our Captain shall his grace impartIn every time of need.Great peace have they who love his cause,And on his word rely;From such as keep his holy laws,The enemy will fly.3The world and sin may grieve us sore,And rouse our weakest fears;Our march is but a few days moreThrough this dark vale of tears.Death may assail, and Satan too,With his opposing powers;But let us prove our valor true,The victory is ours.862C. M.O Lord, remember me.O thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,O Lord, remember me.2If for thy sake, upon my nameReproach and shame shall be,I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame;O Lord remember me!3When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest and kind relief;O Lord remember me!4When, in the solemn hour of death,I wait thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath—O Lord, remember me!5And when before thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to thee,Then with the saints at thy right hand,O Lord, remember me!Hawes.863C. M.Endure hardness as a good soldier.2 Tim. 2:3.Am I a soldier of the cross,A follower of the Lamb?And shall I fear to own his cause,Or blush to speak his name?2Must I be carried to the skiesOn flowery beds of ease,While others fought to win the prize,And sailed through bloody seas?3Are there no foes for me to face?Must I not stem the flood?Is this vile world a friend to grace,To help me on to God?4Sure I must fight, if I would reign;Increase my courage, Lord!I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,Supported by thy word.5Thy saints, in all this glorious war,Shall conquer, though they die;They see the triumph from afar,With Hope’s exulting eye.6When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thine armies shineIn robes of victory through the skies,The glory shall be thine.Watts.864C. M.Overcoming.Kind Father, look with pity nowOn one by sin defiled;While at the mercy-seat I bow,O bless thy erring child.2My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,How poor and weak they are!But thou art gracious to me still,Then hear my humble prayer.3Let love upon my broken heartPour out its healing balm;Bid all my trembling fears depart—My troubled spirit calm.4And now my hope new courage takes,My faith grows strong and sure;The cloud from off my vision breaks,Again my heart is pure.5My soul mounts up on wings of lightAnd soars to climes above—The regions where all things are bright,The home of Peace and Love.6There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,With all the ransomed throng,There, Jesus shall be ever mine,His love my endless song.W. T. Moore.865C. M.With all boldness.Phil. 1:20.I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,Nor to defend his cause,Maintain the honors of his word,The glory of his cross.2Jesus, my Lord, I know his name,His name is all my trust;Nor will he put my soul to shame,Nor let my hope be lost.3Firm as his throne his promise stands,And he can well secureWhat I’ve committed to his handsTill the decisive hour.4Then will he own my worthless nameBefore his Father’s face,And in the new JerusalemAppoint for me a place.Watts.866C. M.Run with patience.Heb. 12:1.Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,And press with vigor on;A heavenly race demands your zeal,And an immortal crown.2’Tis God’s all-animating voiceThat calls thee from on high:’Tis his own hand presents the prizeTo thy aspiring eye.3A cloud of witnesses aroundHolds thee in full survey:Forget the steps already trod,And onward urge the way.4Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,Have we our race begun!And crowned with victory at thy feetWe’ll lay our honors down.Doddridge.867C. M.Mighty through God.2 Cor. 10:4.Nay, tell us not of dangers direThat lie in duty’s path;A warrior of the cross can feelNo fear of human wrath.2Where’er the prince of darkness holdsHis earthly reign abhorred,Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw,And battle for the Lord.3We go! we go, to break the chainsThat bind the erring mind,And give the freedom that we feelTo all of human kind.4But, O, we wear no burnished steel,And seek no gory field;Our weapon is the word of God,His promise is our shield.5And still serene and fixed in faith,We fear no earthly harm;We know it is our Father’s work,We rest upon his arm.Lamar.868C. M.Return to me, and I will return to you.Mal. 3:7.How oft, alas! this wretched heartHas wandered from the Lord!How oft my roving thoughts depart—Forgetful of his word!2Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!”Dear Lord! and may I come?My vile ingratitude I mourn;O! take the wanderer home.3And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive,And bid my crimes remove!And shall a pardoned rebel liveTo speak thy wondrous love?4Almighty grace! thy healing power,How glorious—how divine!That can to life and bliss restoreA heart so vile as mine!5Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet,Dear Saviour, I adore;O! keep me at thy sacred feet,And let me rove no more.Mrs. Steele.869C. M. D.Help thou mine unbelief.Mark 9:24.Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’s shadows gathering brood,When faith in thee almost departs,And gloomiest fears intrude,Forsake us not, O God of grace,But send those fears relief;Grant us again to see thy face;Lord, help our unbelief.2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes be dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now for ever fled—When the bright promise of our springIs but a withering leaf—Lord, to thy truth still let us cling,Help thou our unbelief.3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love, nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief,And if a trembling doubt arise,Help thou our unbelief.Bulfinch.870C. M.Watch and pray.Mark 13:33.The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Through life’s brief, fleeting hour,And gives the Spirit’s quickening rayTo those who seek his power.2The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Maintain a warrior’s strife;Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;Obedience is our life.3The Saviour bids us watch and pray;For soon the hour will comeThat calls us from the earth away,To our eternal home.4O Saviour, we would watch and pray,And hear thy sacred voice,And walk, as thou hast marked the way,To heaven’s eternal joys.871C. M.When shall I come and appear before God.Psalm 42:2.As o’er the past my memory strays,Why heaves the secret sigh?’Tis that I mourn departed days,Still unprepared to die.2The world and worldly things beloved,My anxious thoughts employed;And time, unhallowed, unimproved,Presents a fearful void.3Yet, Holy Father, wild despairChase from my laboring breast;Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,That grace can do the rest.4My life’s brief remnant all be thine;And when thy sure decreeBids me this fleeting breath resign,O, speed my soul to thee.872C. M.Let me not wander from thy commandments.Psalm 119:10.Alas, what hourly dangers rise!What snares beset my way!To heaven, O, let me lift mine eyes,And hourly watch and pray.2How oft my mournful thoughts complain,And melt in flowing tears!My weak resistance, ah, how vain!How strong my foes and fears!3O gracious God! in whom I live,My feeble efforts aid;Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,Though trembling and afraid.4Increase my faith, increase my hope,When foes and fears prevail;And bear my fainting spirit up,Or soon my strength will fail.5O, keep me in thy heavenly way,And bid the tempter flee!And let me never, never strayFrom happiness and thee.Mrs. Steele.873S. M.Ever with the Lord.1 Thess. 4:17.“For ever with the Lord,”Amen, so let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.2Here in the body pent,Absent from him I roam,Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.3My Father’s house on high,Home of my soul, how nearAt times, to faith’s aspiring eye,Thy golden gates appear!4Ah, then my spirit faints,To reach the land I love,The bright inheritance of saints,Jerusalem above.5Yet doubts still intervene,And all my comfort flies;Like Noah’s dove, I flit betweenRough seas and stormy skies.6Anon the clouds depart,The winds and waters cease;While sweetly o’er my gladdened heartExpands the bow of peace.Montgomery.874C. M. peculiar.The fashion of this world, etc.1 Cor. 7:31.This world is poor from shore to shore,And, like a baseless vision,Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;There’s nothing rich but heaven.2Empires decay, and nations die,Our hopes to winds, are given;The vernal blooms in ruin lie,Death reigns o’er all beneath the sky;There’s nothing sure but heaven.3Creation’s mighty fabric allShall be to atoms riven—The skies consume, the planets fall,Convulsions rock this earthly ball;There’s nothing firm but heaven.4A stranger, lonely here I roam,From place to place am driven;My friends are gone, and I’m in gloom,This earth is all a dismal tomb;I have no home but heaven.5The clouds disperse—the light appears,My sins are all forgiven;Triumphant grace has quelled my fears:Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!I’m on my way to heaven.Nelson.875S. M.Watch!My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.2O, watch, and fight, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,To his divine abode.Heath.876S. M.Occupy till I come.Luke 19:13.A charge to keep I have,A God to glorify,A never-dying soul to save,And fit it for the sky.2To serve the present age,My calling to fulfill;O, may it all my powers engageTo do my Master’s will.3Arm me with jealous careAs in thy sight to live;And O, thy servant, Lord, prepareA strict account to give.4Help me to watch and pray,And on thyself rely,Assured, if I my trust betray,I shall for ever die.C. Wesley.877S. M.To him that overcometh.Rev. 2:7.Arise, ye saints, arise!The Lord our Leader is;The foe before his banner flies,For victory is his.2Lead on, almighty Lord,Lead on, to victory!Encouraged by the bright reward:With joy we’ll follow thee.3We’ll follow thee, our Guide,Our Saviour and our King;We’ll follow thee, through grace suppliedFrom heaven’s eternal spring.4We hope to see the dayWhen all our toils shall cease;When we shall cast our arms away,And dwell in endless peace.5This hope supports us here,It makes our burdens light;’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,Till faith shall end in sight;6Till, of the prize possessed,We hear of war no more,And O, sweet thought! for ever restOn yonder peaceful shore!878S. M.Go forth to glorious war.Hark, how the watchmen cry!Attend the trumpet’s sound;Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—The powers of hell surround.2Who bow to Christ’s command,Your arms and hearts prepare;The day of battle is at hand—Go forth to glorious war.3See on the mountain topThe standard of your God;In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,All stained with hallowed blood.4His standard-bearers, nowTo all the nations call:To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;He bore the cross for all.5Go up with Christ your Head;Your Captain’s footsteps see;Follow your Captain, and be ledTo certain victory.6All power to him is given;He ever reigns the same;Salvation, happiness, and heaven,Are all in Jesus’ name.C. Wesley.879S. M.Be strong in the Lord.Eph. 6:10.Soldiers of Christ, arise!And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesThrough his belovéd Son.2Strong in the Lord of Hosts,And in his mighty power;Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,Is more than conqueror.3Stand, then, in his great might,With all his strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And fortify the whole.5That having all things done,And all your conflicts past,You may o’ercome through Christ alone,And stand entire at last.C. Wesley.880S. M.Therefore will not we fear.Psalm 46:2.Give to the winds thy fears,Hope, and be undismayed;God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,God shall lift up thy head.2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou his time; so shall this nightSoon end in joyous day.3Still heavy is thy heart!Still sink thy spirits down!Cast off the weight, let fear depart,Bid every care be gone.4Far, far above thy thoughtHis counsel shall appear,When fully he the work hath wrought,That caused thy needless fear.5What, though thou rulest not!Yet heaven, and earth, and hellProclaim, God sitteth on the throne,And ruleth all things well!Gerhardt.881S. M.Reaching forth.Phil. 3:13.My soul, it is thy GodWho calls thee by his grace;Now loose thee from each cumbering load,And bend thee to the race.2Make thy salvation sure;All sloth and slumber shun;Nor dare a moment rest secure,Till thou the goal hast won.3Thy crown of life hold fast;Thy heart with courage stay;Nor let one trembling glance be castAlong the backward way.4Thy path ascends the skies,With conquering footsteps bright;And thou shalt win and wear the prizeIn everlasting light.8827s.If we confess our sins.1 John 1:9.God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame we own;Humbled at thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from thee alone.5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad repentant songs;O, restore thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!J. Taylor.8837s.That they go forward.Ex. 14:15.Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,Onward, Christian, onward go;Fight the fight, maintain the strife,Strengthened with the bread of life.2Onward, Christian, onward go;Join the war, and face the foe;Will you flee in danger’s hour?Know you not your Captain’s power?3Let your drooping heart be glad;March, in heavenly armor clad;Fight, nor think the battle long;Soon shall victory tune your song.4Let not sorrow dim your eye;Soon shall every tear be dry:Let not fears your course impede;Great your strength, if great your need.5Onward, then, to battle move;More than conqueror you shall prove;Though opposed by many a foe,Christian soldier, onward go.8847s.Let us not sleep, as do others.1 Thess. 5:6.Sleep not, soldier of the cross!Foes are lurking all around;Look not here to find repose;This is but thy battle-ground;2Up! and take thy shield and sword;Up! it is the call of heaven:Shrink not faithless from the Lord:Nobly strive as he hath striven.3Break through all the force of ill;Tread the might of passion down—Struggling onward, onward still,To the conquering Saviour’s crown!4Through the midst of toil and pain,Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast:Every triumph thou dost gainMakes more sweet thy coming rest.Gaskell.8858s & 7s.Forgetting the things that are behind.Phil. 3:13.Onward, Christian, though the regionWhere thou art be drear and lone,God hath set a guardian legionVery near thee—press thou on!2Listen, Christian, their hosannaRolleth o’er thee—“God is love,”Write upon thy red-cross banner,“Upward ever—heaven’s above.”3By the thorn-road, and none other,Is the mount of vision won;Tread it without shrinking, brother!Jesus trod it—press thou on!4By thy trustful, calm endeavor,Guiding, cheering, like the sun,Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver;O, for their sake, press thou on!5Be this world the wiser, stronger,For thy life of pain and peace;While it needs thee, O no longerPray thou for thy quick release:6Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,That thou be a faithful son;By the prayer of Jesus—“Father,Not my will, but thine, be done!”S. Johnson.8868s & 7s.Here we have no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,Passing through this darksome vale?Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger,And will not thy courage fail?CHORUS.I am bound for the kingdom,Will you go to glory with me?Hallelujah! praise you the Lord.2Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me,Wandering o’er this waste so wide;Yet no harm will e’er befall me,While I’m blest with such a guide.3Such a guide—no guide attends thee:Hence for thee my fears arise;If some guardian power befriend thee,’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.4Yes, unseen—but still believe me,Such a guide my steps attends;He’ll in every strait relieve me,He from every harm defends.5Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!Darkly winding through the vale;Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,Would not then thy courage fail?6No, that stream has nothing frightful;To its bank my steps I bend;There to plunge will be delightful,Then my pilgrimage will end.8878s & 7s.He leadeth me in the paths, etc.Psalm 23:3.Holy Father, thou hast taught meI should live to thee alone;Year by year, thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown;When I wandered, thou hast found me,When I doubted, sent me light;Still thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in thy sight.2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength—the Spirit’s strength, indeed.3I would trust in thy protecting,Wholly rest upon thine arm;Follow wholly thy directing,Thou, mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at thy side.8888s & 7s.Beyond this vale of sorrow.Dark and thorny is the desertThrough which pilgrims make their way;But beyond this vale of sorrowLie the realms of endless day.Dear young soldiers, do not murmurAt the troubles of the way;Meet the tempest—fight with courage—Never faint, but often pray.2He whose thunder shakes creation;He that bids the planets roll;He that rides upon the tempest,And whose scepter sways the whole—Jesus, Jesus, will defend you;Trust in him and him alone;He has shed his blood to save you,And will bring you to his throne.3There on flowery fields of pleasure,And the hills of endless rest,Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever,Reign and triumph in your breast.There ten thousand flaming seraphsFly across the heavenly plain;There they sing immortal praises!Glory, glory is their theme.4But, methinks, a sweeter concertMakes the crystal arches ring,And a song is heard in ZionWhich the angels can not sing:Who can paint those sons of glory,Ransomed souls that dwell on high,Who, with golden harps, for everSound redemption through the sky.5See the heavenly host in raptureGazing on these shining bands;Wondering at their costly garments,And the laurels in their hands;There upon the golden pavement,See the ransomed march along!While the splendid courts of glorySweetly echo with their song!6Here I see the under shepherds,And the flocks they fed below,Here with joy they dwell together,Jesus is their shepherd now.Hail! you happy, happy spirits!Welcome to the blissful plain—Glory, honor, and salvation;Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.8898s, 6s & 7s.Luke 11:27.Must Simon bear the cross alone,And all the world go free?No, there’s a cross for every one,And there’s a cross for me.Yes, there’s a cross on Calvary,Through which by faith the crown I see;To me ’tis pardon bringing;O that’s the cross for me!2How happy are the saints above,Who once went mourning here!But now they taste unmingled love,And joy without a tear.For perfect love will dry the tear,And cast out all tormenting fear,Which round my heart is clinging;O that’s the love for me.3We’ll bear the consecrated cross,Till from the cross we’re free;And then go home to wear the crown,For there’s a crown for me.Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above,The purchase of my Saviour’s love,For me at his appearing;O that’s the crown for me!4The saints shall hear the midnight cry;The Lord will then appear,And virgins rise with burning lamps,To meet him in the air;For there’s a home in heaven prepared,A house by saints and angels shared,Where Christ is interceding;O that’s the home for me!G. N. Allen.8908s, 7s & 4.Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5O my soul! what means this sadness?Wherefore art thou thus cast down?Let thy griefs be turned to gladness;Bid thy restless fears begone;Look to Jesus,And rejoice in his dear name.2What though Satan’s strong temptationsVex and grieve thee day by dayAnd thy sinful inclinationsOften fill thee with dismay;Thou shalt conquer,Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.3Though ten thousand ills beset thee,From without and from within,Jesus saith he’ll ne’er forget thee,But will save from hell and sin.He is faithfulTo perform his gracious word.4Though distresses now attend thee,And thou treadest the thorny road;His right hand shall still defend thee;Soon he’ll bring thee home to God,Therefore praise him,Praise the great Redeemer’s name.5O that I could now adore himLike the heavenly host above,Who for ever bow before him,And unceasing sing his love,Happy songsters!When shall I your chorus join?Fawcett.8918s, 7s & 4s.Under clouds.Here behold me, as I cast meAt thy throne, O glorious King!Tears fast thronging, child-like longing,Son of man to thee I bring.Let me find thee—Me, a poor and worthless thing.2Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee;Let thy Spirit dwell in mine:Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me,Only thee to know I pine:Let me find thee—Take my heart and grant me thine.3Nought I ask for, nought I strive for,But thy grace, so rich and free,That thou givest whom thou lovest,And who truly cleave to thee;Let me find thee—He hath all things who hath thee.4Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure,Glorious name or richest hoardAre but weary, void, and dreary,To the heart that longs for God:Let me find thee—I am ready, mighty Lord.Joachim Neander.8927s, 6s & 8s.You are not of the world.John 15:19.The sun above us gleamingIs not the sun for me;Though joyful be his beaming,And beautiful to see;There is a Sun of RighteousnessWho cheers and saves me by his grace,All copious on me streaming,O that’s the Sun for me.2The kings and lords of nations,Are not the kings for me;Too low their highest stations;Too mean their dignity:The King of kings and Lord of lords,Almighty in his ways and words,The word of his salvation,O that’s the king for me.3This house of death and mourningIs not the house for me,Where all to dust are turning,In tears and agony;But there’s a house not made with hands,It ever stood and ever stands,Beyond the world’s last burning;O that’s the house for me.4The wars the hero fights in,Are not the wars for me;The war my heart delights in,Shall end in victory;’Tis not a war of flesh and blood;I fight for heaven, I fight for God,A kingdom with my rights in,—O that’s the war for me.5This land of sin and sorrow,Is not the land for me,Where anguish oft I borrowFrom dying company;Th’ immortal land is far away,I’ll enter it on some bright day,That day may be to-morrow—O that’s the land for me.A. Crithfield.89311s.Whereas I was blind, now I see.John. 9:25.O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness,Hath chastened my wanderings and guided my way,Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness,And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.2Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair,I followed the rainbow—I caught at the toy;And still in displeasure thy goodness was there,Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy.3The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below;The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam;Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe;And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream.4So, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part,I turned to the refuge thy pity displayed;And still did this eager and credulous heartWeave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade.5I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heavenWould be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn;Thou showedst me the path, it was dark and uneven;All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn.6I dreamed of celestial reward and renown,I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave;I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown,I asked, and thou showedst me the cross and a grave!7Subdued and instructed, at length to thy will,My hopes, and my wishes, my all I resign;O give me a heart that can wait and be still,Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine.8There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe,But they stand in a region by mortals untrod;There are rivers of joy—but they roll not below;There is rest—but it dwells in the presence of God.Grant.89411s & 10s.He that shall endure unto the end.Matt. 24:13.The captive’s oar may pause upon the galley,The soldier sleep beneath his pluméd crest,And peace may fold her wing o’er hill and valley,But thou, O Christian! must not take thy rest.2Wilt thou find rest of soul in thy returningTo that old path thou hast so vainly trod?Hast thou forgotten all thy weary yearningTo walk among the children of thy God?3Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription—Behold we count them happy which endure?What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,Repass the stormy waters to secure?4And God will come in his own time and power,To set his earnest-hearted children free;Watch only through this dark and painful hour,And the bright morning yet will break for thee!89510s & 11s.Be thou faithful unto death.Rev. 2:10.Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest;Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest;Onward and upward still be thine endeavor;The rest that remaineth endureth for ever.2Fight the fight, Christian; Jesus is o’er thee;Run the race, Christian; heaven is before thee;He who hath promised, faltereth never;O, trust in the love that endureth for ever.3Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth;Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth:Thee from the love of Christ, nothing shall sever;Mount, when the work is done—praise God for ever!Staughton.8968s & 6s.Some great thing!2 Kings 5:13.Shall we grow weary in our watch,And murmur at the long delay,Impatient of our Father’s timeAnd his appointéd way?2O, oft a deeper test of faithThan prison-cell, or martyr’s stake,The self-renouncing watchfulnessOf silent prayer may make.3We gird us bravely to rebukeOur erring brother in the wrong;And in the ear of pride and powerOur warning voice is strong.4Easier to smite with Peter’s sword,Than watch one hour in humbling prayer;Life’s great things, like the Syrian lord,Our hearts can do and dare.5But, O, we shrink from Jordan’s side,From waters which alone can save;And murmur for Abana’s banksAnd Pharpar’s brighter wave.6O thou, who in the garden’s shadeDidst wake thy weary ones again,Who slumbered at that fearful hour,Forgetful of thy pain—7Bend o’er us now, as over them,And set our sleep-bound spirits free,Nor leave us slumbering in the watchOur souls should keep with thee!Whittier.8976s & 5s.Psalm 91.God of our salvation!Unto thee we pray;Hear our supplication,Be our strength and stay.2Wretchéd and unworthy,Poor, and sick, and blind,Prostrate we adore thee,Call thy grace to mind.3He that dwelleth near thee,Safely shall abide;Ever love and fear thee,In thy strength confide.4Sure is thy protection,Safe is thy defense,While in deep affliction,Woe, or pestilence.5God of our salvation!Saviour, Prince of Peace,Boundless thy compassion,Infinite thy grace.6While with love unceasing,Humbly we adore;Grant us thy rich blessing,And we ask no more.
845L. M.When I would do good, evil is present.Rom. 7:21.In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,Thou art my portion and my song;Thy ways, with me, are always just,But mine, with thee, are often wrong.2I can not do the things I would,For sin is in my flesh concealed;So evil takes the place of good,And all my weakness stands revealed.3But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean,And give me strength to do the right;While on thy promises I lean,All darkness changes into light.4O give me grace the wrong to shun,The right to follow all my days,And when life’s victory is won,Then will I give thee all the praise.W. T. Moore.
L. M.
When I would do good, evil is present.Rom. 7:21.
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,Thou art my portion and my song;Thy ways, with me, are always just,But mine, with thee, are often wrong.
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
Thou art my portion and my song;
Thy ways, with me, are always just,
But mine, with thee, are often wrong.
2I can not do the things I would,For sin is in my flesh concealed;So evil takes the place of good,And all my weakness stands revealed.
2I can not do the things I would,
For sin is in my flesh concealed;
So evil takes the place of good,
And all my weakness stands revealed.
3But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean,And give me strength to do the right;While on thy promises I lean,All darkness changes into light.
3But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean,
And give me strength to do the right;
While on thy promises I lean,
All darkness changes into light.
4O give me grace the wrong to shun,The right to follow all my days,And when life’s victory is won,Then will I give thee all the praise.
4O give me grace the wrong to shun,
The right to follow all my days,
And when life’s victory is won,
Then will I give thee all the praise.
W. T. Moore.
846L. M.We are more than conquerors.Rom. 8:37.The Christian warrior, see him standIn the whole armor of his God;The Spirit’s sword is in his hand,His feet are with the gospel shod.2In panoply of truth complete,Salvation’s helmet on his head,With righteousness, a breastplate meet;And faith’s broad shield before him spread.3With this, omnipotence he moves;From this the alien armies flee;Till more than conqueror he proves,Through Christ, who gives him victory.4Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,Sin, death, and hell he tramples down,Fights the good fight, and wins at length,Through mercy, an immortal crown.Montgomery.
L. M.
We are more than conquerors.Rom. 8:37.
The Christian warrior, see him standIn the whole armor of his God;The Spirit’s sword is in his hand,His feet are with the gospel shod.
The Christian warrior, see him stand
In the whole armor of his God;
The Spirit’s sword is in his hand,
His feet are with the gospel shod.
2In panoply of truth complete,Salvation’s helmet on his head,With righteousness, a breastplate meet;And faith’s broad shield before him spread.
2In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation’s helmet on his head,
With righteousness, a breastplate meet;
And faith’s broad shield before him spread.
3With this, omnipotence he moves;From this the alien armies flee;Till more than conqueror he proves,Through Christ, who gives him victory.
3With this, omnipotence he moves;
From this the alien armies flee;
Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.
4Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,Sin, death, and hell he tramples down,Fights the good fight, and wins at length,Through mercy, an immortal crown.
4Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,
Sin, death, and hell he tramples down,
Fights the good fight, and wins at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.
Montgomery.
847L. M.Put on the whole armor of God.Eph. 6:11.Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;See where thy foes against thee rise,In long array, a numerous host;Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.2See where rebellious passions rage,And fierce desires and lust engage;The meanest foe of all the trainHas thousands and ten thousands slain.3Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;Perils and snares beset thee round;Beware of all; guard every part;But most, the traitor in thy heart.4Come, then, my soul! now learn to wieldThe weight of thine immortal shield;Put on the armor from above,Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.Mrs. Barbauld.
L. M.
Put on the whole armor of God.Eph. 6:11.
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;See where thy foes against thee rise,In long array, a numerous host;Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.
2See where rebellious passions rage,And fierce desires and lust engage;The meanest foe of all the trainHas thousands and ten thousands slain.
2See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lust engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
3Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;Perils and snares beset thee round;Beware of all; guard every part;But most, the traitor in thy heart.
3Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all; guard every part;
But most, the traitor in thy heart.
4Come, then, my soul! now learn to wieldThe weight of thine immortal shield;Put on the armor from above,Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
4Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armor from above,
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
Mrs. Barbauld.
848L. M.Let us go forth without the camp.Heb. 13:13.Silent, like men in solemn haste,Girded wayfarers of the waste,We press along the narrow roadThat leads to life, to bliss, to God.2We fling aside the weight and sin,Resolved the victory to win;We know the peril, but our eyesRest on the splendor of the prize.3No idling now, no wasteful sleep;We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;No shrinking from the desperate fight,No thought of yielding or of flight;4No love of present gain nor ease,No seeking man nor self to please.—With the brave heart and steady eye,We onward march to victory.5Night is far spent, and morn is near—Morn of the cloudless and the clear;’Tis but a little and we comeTo our reward, our crown, our home.6Another year—it may be less—And we have crossed the wilderness,Finished the toil, the rest begun,The battle fought, the triumph won.Bonar.
L. M.
Let us go forth without the camp.Heb. 13:13.
Silent, like men in solemn haste,Girded wayfarers of the waste,We press along the narrow roadThat leads to life, to bliss, to God.
Silent, like men in solemn haste,
Girded wayfarers of the waste,
We press along the narrow road
That leads to life, to bliss, to God.
2We fling aside the weight and sin,Resolved the victory to win;We know the peril, but our eyesRest on the splendor of the prize.
2We fling aside the weight and sin,
Resolved the victory to win;
We know the peril, but our eyes
Rest on the splendor of the prize.
3No idling now, no wasteful sleep;We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;No shrinking from the desperate fight,No thought of yielding or of flight;
3No idling now, no wasteful sleep;
We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;
No shrinking from the desperate fight,
No thought of yielding or of flight;
4No love of present gain nor ease,No seeking man nor self to please.—With the brave heart and steady eye,We onward march to victory.
4No love of present gain nor ease,
No seeking man nor self to please.—
With the brave heart and steady eye,
We onward march to victory.
5Night is far spent, and morn is near—Morn of the cloudless and the clear;’Tis but a little and we comeTo our reward, our crown, our home.
5Night is far spent, and morn is near—
Morn of the cloudless and the clear;
’Tis but a little and we come
To our reward, our crown, our home.
6Another year—it may be less—And we have crossed the wilderness,Finished the toil, the rest begun,The battle fought, the triumph won.
6Another year—it may be less—
And we have crossed the wilderness,
Finished the toil, the rest begun,
The battle fought, the triumph won.
Bonar.
849L. M.A pillar of cloud by day, etc.Exodus 13:21.When Israel, of the Lord beloved,Out from the land of bondage came,Her father’s God before her moved,An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.2By day, along th’ astonished landsThe cloudy pillar glided slow;By night Arabia’s crimsoned sandsReturned the fiery column’s glow.3Thus present still, though now unseen,O Lord, when shines the prosperous day,Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,To temper the deceitful ray.4And O, when gathers on our path,In shade and storm, the frequent night,Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath,A burning and a shining light.Sir W. Scott.
L. M.
A pillar of cloud by day, etc.Exodus 13:21.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,Out from the land of bondage came,Her father’s God before her moved,An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father’s God before her moved,
An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.
2By day, along th’ astonished landsThe cloudy pillar glided slow;By night Arabia’s crimsoned sandsReturned the fiery column’s glow.
2By day, along th’ astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night Arabia’s crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column’s glow.
3Thus present still, though now unseen,O Lord, when shines the prosperous day,Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,To temper the deceitful ray.
3Thus present still, though now unseen,
O Lord, when shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray.
4And O, when gathers on our path,In shade and storm, the frequent night,Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath,A burning and a shining light.
4And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.
Sir W. Scott.
850L. M.Fight the good fight of faith.Tim. 6:12.O Israel, to thy tents repair:Why thus secure on hostile ground?Thy King commands thee to bewareFor many foes thy camp surround.2The trumpet gives a martial strain:O Israel, gird thee for the fight!Arise, the combat to maintain,And put thine enemies to flight!3Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;Awake; be vigilant; be brave!The coward, and the sluggard too,Must wear the fetters of the slave.4A nobler lot is cast for thee;A kingdom waits thee in the skies:With such a hope, shall Israel flee,Or yield, through weariness, the prize?5No! let a careless world reposeAnd slumber on through life’s short day,While Israel to the conflict goes,And bears the glorious prize away!Kelly.
L. M.
Fight the good fight of faith.Tim. 6:12.
O Israel, to thy tents repair:Why thus secure on hostile ground?Thy King commands thee to bewareFor many foes thy camp surround.
O Israel, to thy tents repair:
Why thus secure on hostile ground?
Thy King commands thee to beware
For many foes thy camp surround.
2The trumpet gives a martial strain:O Israel, gird thee for the fight!Arise, the combat to maintain,And put thine enemies to flight!
2The trumpet gives a martial strain:
O Israel, gird thee for the fight!
Arise, the combat to maintain,
And put thine enemies to flight!
3Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;Awake; be vigilant; be brave!The coward, and the sluggard too,Must wear the fetters of the slave.
3Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;
Awake; be vigilant; be brave!
The coward, and the sluggard too,
Must wear the fetters of the slave.
4A nobler lot is cast for thee;A kingdom waits thee in the skies:With such a hope, shall Israel flee,Or yield, through weariness, the prize?
4A nobler lot is cast for thee;
A kingdom waits thee in the skies:
With such a hope, shall Israel flee,
Or yield, through weariness, the prize?
5No! let a careless world reposeAnd slumber on through life’s short day,While Israel to the conflict goes,And bears the glorious prize away!
5No! let a careless world repose
And slumber on through life’s short day,
While Israel to the conflict goes,
And bears the glorious prize away!
Kelly.
851L. M.Psalm 3d.The tempter to my soul hath said—“There is no help in God for thee;”Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,My glory, shield, and solace be.2Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,He heard me from his holy hill;At his command the waves rolled by;He beckoned—and the winds were still.3I laid me down and slept—I woke—Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;Bright from the east the morning broke—Thy comforts rose on me again.4I will not fear, though arméd throngs’Compass my steps in all their wrath;Salvation to the Lord belongs:His presence guards his people’s path.Montgomery.
L. M.
Psalm 3d.
The tempter to my soul hath said—“There is no help in God for thee;”Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,My glory, shield, and solace be.
The tempter to my soul hath said—
“There is no help in God for thee;”
Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.
2Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,He heard me from his holy hill;At his command the waves rolled by;He beckoned—and the winds were still.
2Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned—and the winds were still.
3I laid me down and slept—I woke—Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;Bright from the east the morning broke—Thy comforts rose on me again.
3I laid me down and slept—I woke—
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke—
Thy comforts rose on me again.
4I will not fear, though arméd throngs’Compass my steps in all their wrath;Salvation to the Lord belongs:His presence guards his people’s path.
4I will not fear, though arméd throngs
’Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs:
His presence guards his people’s path.
Montgomery.
852L. M.The Lord is nigh to all that call on him.Psalm 145:18.When, in the hour of lonely woe,I give my sorrows leave to flow,And anxious fear and dark distrustWeigh down my spirit to the dust;2When not e’en friendship’s gentle aidCan heal the wounds the world has made,O this shall check each rising sigh—My Saviour is for ever nigh.3His counsels and upholding careMy safety and my comfort are:And he shall guide me all my days,Till glory crown the work of grace.Conder.
L. M.
The Lord is nigh to all that call on him.Psalm 145:18.
When, in the hour of lonely woe,I give my sorrows leave to flow,And anxious fear and dark distrustWeigh down my spirit to the dust;
When, in the hour of lonely woe,
I give my sorrows leave to flow,
And anxious fear and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust;
2When not e’en friendship’s gentle aidCan heal the wounds the world has made,O this shall check each rising sigh—My Saviour is for ever nigh.
2When not e’en friendship’s gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made,
O this shall check each rising sigh—
My Saviour is for ever nigh.
3His counsels and upholding careMy safety and my comfort are:And he shall guide me all my days,Till glory crown the work of grace.
3His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are:
And he shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.
Conder.
853L. M.I have considered the days of old.Psalm 77:5.Lord! I have foes without, within,The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.2Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,I call to mind what God hath wrought—Thy wonders in the days of old,Thy mercies great and manifold.3O, then to thee I stretch my hands,Like failing streams through desert sands;I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!4Teach me thy will, subdue my own;Thou art my God, and thou alone;Release my soul from trouble, Lord!Quicken and keep me by thy word.Montgomery.
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I have considered the days of old.Psalm 77:5.
Lord! I have foes without, within,The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.
Lord! I have foes without, within,
The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,
Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,
The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.
2Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,I call to mind what God hath wrought—Thy wonders in the days of old,Thy mercies great and manifold.
2Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,
I call to mind what God hath wrought—
Thy wonders in the days of old,
Thy mercies great and manifold.
3O, then to thee I stretch my hands,Like failing streams through desert sands;I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!
3O, then to thee I stretch my hands,
Like failing streams through desert sands;
I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,
Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!
4Teach me thy will, subdue my own;Thou art my God, and thou alone;Release my soul from trouble, Lord!Quicken and keep me by thy word.
4Teach me thy will, subdue my own;
Thou art my God, and thou alone;
Release my soul from trouble, Lord!
Quicken and keep me by thy word.
Montgomery.
854L. M.Why art thou cast down.Psalm 42:5.When darkness long has vailed my mind,And smiling day once more appears;Then, my Creator! then I findThe folly of my doubts and fears.2Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,And blush that I should ever beThus prone to act so base a part,Or harbor one hard thought of thee.3O, let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learn—That God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.4Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!But, when my faith is sharply tried,I find myself a learner yet,Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.5But, O my God! one look from theeSubdues the disobedient will,Drives doubt and discontent away;And thy rebellious child is still.Cowper.
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Why art thou cast down.Psalm 42:5.
When darkness long has vailed my mind,And smiling day once more appears;Then, my Creator! then I findThe folly of my doubts and fears.
When darkness long has vailed my mind,
And smiling day once more appears;
Then, my Creator! then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,And blush that I should ever beThus prone to act so base a part,Or harbor one hard thought of thee.
2Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.
3O, let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learn—That God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
3O, let me then at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn—
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!But, when my faith is sharply tried,I find myself a learner yet,Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.
4Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.
5But, O my God! one look from theeSubdues the disobedient will,Drives doubt and discontent away;And thy rebellious child is still.
5But, O my God! one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away;
And thy rebellious child is still.
Cowper.
855L. M.We walk by faith.2 Cor. 5:7.By faith in Christ I walk with God,With heaven, my journey’s end, in view;Supported by his staff and rod,My road is safe and pleasant too.2I travel through a desert wide,Where many round me blindly stray;But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,And keeps me in the narrow way.3The wilderness affords no food,But God for my support prepares,Provides me every needful good,And frees my soul from wants and cares.4With him sweet converse I maintain;Great as he is, I dare be free;I tell him all my grief and pain,And he reveals his love to me.5I pity all that worldlings talkOf pleasures that will quickly end;Be this my choice, O Lord! to walkWith thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.Newton.
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We walk by faith.2 Cor. 5:7.
By faith in Christ I walk with God,With heaven, my journey’s end, in view;Supported by his staff and rod,My road is safe and pleasant too.
By faith in Christ I walk with God,
With heaven, my journey’s end, in view;
Supported by his staff and rod,
My road is safe and pleasant too.
2I travel through a desert wide,Where many round me blindly stray;But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,And keeps me in the narrow way.
2I travel through a desert wide,
Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,
And keeps me in the narrow way.
3The wilderness affords no food,But God for my support prepares,Provides me every needful good,And frees my soul from wants and cares.
3The wilderness affords no food,
But God for my support prepares,
Provides me every needful good,
And frees my soul from wants and cares.
4With him sweet converse I maintain;Great as he is, I dare be free;I tell him all my grief and pain,And he reveals his love to me.
4With him sweet converse I maintain;
Great as he is, I dare be free;
I tell him all my grief and pain,
And he reveals his love to me.
5I pity all that worldlings talkOf pleasures that will quickly end;Be this my choice, O Lord! to walkWith thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.
5I pity all that worldlings talk
Of pleasures that will quickly end;
Be this my choice, O Lord! to walk
With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.
Newton.
856L. M.I press toward the mark.Phil. 3:14.Awake, our souls; away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone;Awake, and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.2True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,Who feeds the strength of every saint;3The mighty God, whose matchless powerIs ever new and ever young,And firm endures, while endless yearsTheir everlasting circles run.4From thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a full supply;While those who trust their native strength,Shall melt away, and droop, and die.5Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amid the heavenly road.Watts.
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I press toward the mark.Phil. 3:14.
Awake, our souls; away, our fears;Let every trembling thought be gone;Awake, and run the heavenly race,And put a cheerful courage on.
Awake, our souls; away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,And mortal spirits tire and faint;But they forget the mighty God,Who feeds the strength of every saint;
2True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint;
3The mighty God, whose matchless powerIs ever new and ever young,And firm endures, while endless yearsTheir everlasting circles run.
3The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4From thee, the overflowing spring,Our souls shall drink a full supply;While those who trust their native strength,Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While those who trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5Swift as an eagle cuts the air,We’ll mount aloft to thine abode;On wings of love our souls shall fly,Nor tire amid the heavenly road.
5Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.
Watts.
857L. M.Lord, save us; we perish.Matt. 8:25.The billows swell, the winds are high;Clouds overcast my wintry sky;Out of the depths to thee I call;My fears are great, my strength is small.2O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,And guide and guard me through the storm;Defend me from each threatening ill:Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.”3Amid the roaring of the sea,My soul still hangs her hope on thee;Thy constant love, thy faithful care,Is all that saves me from despair.4Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,My Saviour through the floods I seek:Let neither winds nor stormy mainForce back my shattered bark again.Cowper.
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Lord, save us; we perish.Matt. 8:25.
The billows swell, the winds are high;Clouds overcast my wintry sky;Out of the depths to thee I call;My fears are great, my strength is small.
The billows swell, the winds are high;
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call;
My fears are great, my strength is small.
2O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,And guide and guard me through the storm;Defend me from each threatening ill:Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.”
2O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill:
Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.”
3Amid the roaring of the sea,My soul still hangs her hope on thee;Thy constant love, thy faithful care,Is all that saves me from despair.
3Amid the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
4Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,My Saviour through the floods I seek:Let neither winds nor stormy mainForce back my shattered bark again.
4Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek:
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.
Cowper.
858L. M.Where is the blessedness ye spake of.Gal. 4:15.O where is now that glowing loveThat marked our union with the Lord?Our hearts were fixed on things above.Nor could the world a joy afford.2Where is the zeal that led us thenTo make our Saviour’s glory known;That freed us from the fear of men,And kept our eyes on him alone?3Where are the happy seasons spentIn fellowship with him we loved?The sacred joy, the sweet content,The blessédness that then we proved?4Behold, again we turn to thee,O cast us not away, though vile!No peace we have, no joy we see,O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.Kelly.
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Where is the blessedness ye spake of.Gal. 4:15.
O where is now that glowing loveThat marked our union with the Lord?Our hearts were fixed on things above.Nor could the world a joy afford.
O where is now that glowing love
That marked our union with the Lord?
Our hearts were fixed on things above.
Nor could the world a joy afford.
2Where is the zeal that led us thenTo make our Saviour’s glory known;That freed us from the fear of men,And kept our eyes on him alone?
2Where is the zeal that led us then
To make our Saviour’s glory known;
That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eyes on him alone?
3Where are the happy seasons spentIn fellowship with him we loved?The sacred joy, the sweet content,The blessédness that then we proved?
3Where are the happy seasons spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessédness that then we proved?
4Behold, again we turn to thee,O cast us not away, though vile!No peace we have, no joy we see,O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.
4Behold, again we turn to thee,
O cast us not away, though vile!
No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.
Kelly.
859L. M. 6 lines.Love—which passeth knowledge.Eph. 3:19.Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,I see from far thy beauteous light:Inly I sigh for thy repose;My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest till it find rest in thee.2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.3’Tis mercy all, that thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in thee;Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to thee-ward tend?4Is there a thing beneath the sunThat strives with thee my heart to share?Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there:Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in thee.G. Terstergan.
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Love—which passeth knowledge.Eph. 3:19.
Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,I see from far thy beauteous light:Inly I sigh for thy repose;My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest till it find rest in thee.
Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light:
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in thee.
2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.
2Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.
3’Tis mercy all, that thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in thee;Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to thee-ward tend?
3’Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?
4Is there a thing beneath the sunThat strives with thee my heart to share?Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there:Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in thee.
4Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there:
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
G. Terstergan.
860C. M.So run that ye may obtain.1 Cor. 9:24.Rise, O my soul! pursue the pathBy ancient heroes trod;Ambitious view those holy menWho lived and walked with God.2Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;And in example live;Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,Still fresh instruction give.3’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious bloodThey conquered every foe:And to his power and matchless grace,Their crowns and honor owe.4Lord, may we ever keep in viewThe patterns thou hast given,And ne’er forsake the blessed roadWhich led them safe to heaven.Needham.
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So run that ye may obtain.1 Cor. 9:24.
Rise, O my soul! pursue the pathBy ancient heroes trod;Ambitious view those holy menWho lived and walked with God.
Rise, O my soul! pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod;
Ambitious view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
2Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;And in example live;Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,Still fresh instruction give.
2Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,
Still fresh instruction give.
3’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious bloodThey conquered every foe:And to his power and matchless grace,Their crowns and honor owe.
3’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood
They conquered every foe:
And to his power and matchless grace,
Their crowns and honor owe.
4Lord, may we ever keep in viewThe patterns thou hast given,And ne’er forsake the blessed roadWhich led them safe to heaven.
4Lord, may we ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given,
And ne’er forsake the blessed road
Which led them safe to heaven.
Needham.
861C. M. D.O! it will be glorious.Christians, keep your armor bright,Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;In union strong together fight;Hosanna to our King!Come, laud and magnify his name,Nor let his praises cease;His ways are ways of pleasantnessAnd all his paths are peace.CHORUS.O it will be glorious.With crowns and palms victorious,And Jesus reigning over us,When our sad warfare’s o’er.2We will not act the coward’s part,But onward all proceed:Our Captain shall his grace impartIn every time of need.Great peace have they who love his cause,And on his word rely;From such as keep his holy laws,The enemy will fly.3The world and sin may grieve us sore,And rouse our weakest fears;Our march is but a few days moreThrough this dark vale of tears.Death may assail, and Satan too,With his opposing powers;But let us prove our valor true,The victory is ours.
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O! it will be glorious.
Christians, keep your armor bright,Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;In union strong together fight;Hosanna to our King!Come, laud and magnify his name,Nor let his praises cease;His ways are ways of pleasantnessAnd all his paths are peace.CHORUS.O it will be glorious.With crowns and palms victorious,And Jesus reigning over us,When our sad warfare’s o’er.
Christians, keep your armor bright,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
In union strong together fight;
Hosanna to our King!
Come, laud and magnify his name,
Nor let his praises cease;
His ways are ways of pleasantness
And all his paths are peace.
CHORUS.
O it will be glorious.
With crowns and palms victorious,
And Jesus reigning over us,
When our sad warfare’s o’er.
2We will not act the coward’s part,But onward all proceed:Our Captain shall his grace impartIn every time of need.Great peace have they who love his cause,And on his word rely;From such as keep his holy laws,The enemy will fly.
2We will not act the coward’s part,
But onward all proceed:
Our Captain shall his grace impart
In every time of need.
Great peace have they who love his cause,
And on his word rely;
From such as keep his holy laws,
The enemy will fly.
3The world and sin may grieve us sore,And rouse our weakest fears;Our march is but a few days moreThrough this dark vale of tears.Death may assail, and Satan too,With his opposing powers;But let us prove our valor true,The victory is ours.
3The world and sin may grieve us sore,
And rouse our weakest fears;
Our march is but a few days more
Through this dark vale of tears.
Death may assail, and Satan too,
With his opposing powers;
But let us prove our valor true,
The victory is ours.
862C. M.O Lord, remember me.O thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,O Lord, remember me.2If for thy sake, upon my nameReproach and shame shall be,I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame;O Lord remember me!3When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest and kind relief;O Lord remember me!4When, in the solemn hour of death,I wait thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath—O Lord, remember me!5And when before thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to thee,Then with the saints at thy right hand,O Lord, remember me!Hawes.
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O Lord, remember me.
O thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,O Lord, remember me.
O thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me.
2If for thy sake, upon my nameReproach and shame shall be,I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame;O Lord remember me!
2If for thy sake, upon my name
Reproach and shame shall be,
I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame;
O Lord remember me!
3When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest and kind relief;O Lord remember me!
3When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest and kind relief;
O Lord remember me!
4When, in the solemn hour of death,I wait thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath—O Lord, remember me!
4When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath—
O Lord, remember me!
5And when before thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to thee,Then with the saints at thy right hand,O Lord, remember me!
5And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then with the saints at thy right hand,
O Lord, remember me!
Hawes.
863C. M.Endure hardness as a good soldier.2 Tim. 2:3.Am I a soldier of the cross,A follower of the Lamb?And shall I fear to own his cause,Or blush to speak his name?2Must I be carried to the skiesOn flowery beds of ease,While others fought to win the prize,And sailed through bloody seas?3Are there no foes for me to face?Must I not stem the flood?Is this vile world a friend to grace,To help me on to God?4Sure I must fight, if I would reign;Increase my courage, Lord!I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,Supported by thy word.5Thy saints, in all this glorious war,Shall conquer, though they die;They see the triumph from afar,With Hope’s exulting eye.6When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thine armies shineIn robes of victory through the skies,The glory shall be thine.Watts.
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Endure hardness as a good soldier.2 Tim. 2:3.
Am I a soldier of the cross,A follower of the Lamb?And shall I fear to own his cause,Or blush to speak his name?
Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2Must I be carried to the skiesOn flowery beds of ease,While others fought to win the prize,And sailed through bloody seas?
2Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
3Are there no foes for me to face?Must I not stem the flood?Is this vile world a friend to grace,To help me on to God?
3Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4Sure I must fight, if I would reign;Increase my courage, Lord!I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,Supported by thy word.
4Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5Thy saints, in all this glorious war,Shall conquer, though they die;They see the triumph from afar,With Hope’s exulting eye.
5Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With Hope’s exulting eye.
6When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thine armies shineIn robes of victory through the skies,The glory shall be thine.
6When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
Watts.
864C. M.Overcoming.Kind Father, look with pity nowOn one by sin defiled;While at the mercy-seat I bow,O bless thy erring child.2My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,How poor and weak they are!But thou art gracious to me still,Then hear my humble prayer.3Let love upon my broken heartPour out its healing balm;Bid all my trembling fears depart—My troubled spirit calm.4And now my hope new courage takes,My faith grows strong and sure;The cloud from off my vision breaks,Again my heart is pure.5My soul mounts up on wings of lightAnd soars to climes above—The regions where all things are bright,The home of Peace and Love.6There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,With all the ransomed throng,There, Jesus shall be ever mine,His love my endless song.W. T. Moore.
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Overcoming.
Kind Father, look with pity nowOn one by sin defiled;While at the mercy-seat I bow,O bless thy erring child.
Kind Father, look with pity now
On one by sin defiled;
While at the mercy-seat I bow,
O bless thy erring child.
2My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,How poor and weak they are!But thou art gracious to me still,Then hear my humble prayer.
2My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,
How poor and weak they are!
But thou art gracious to me still,
Then hear my humble prayer.
3Let love upon my broken heartPour out its healing balm;Bid all my trembling fears depart—My troubled spirit calm.
3Let love upon my broken heart
Pour out its healing balm;
Bid all my trembling fears depart—
My troubled spirit calm.
4And now my hope new courage takes,My faith grows strong and sure;The cloud from off my vision breaks,Again my heart is pure.
4And now my hope new courage takes,
My faith grows strong and sure;
The cloud from off my vision breaks,
Again my heart is pure.
5My soul mounts up on wings of lightAnd soars to climes above—The regions where all things are bright,The home of Peace and Love.
5My soul mounts up on wings of light
And soars to climes above—
The regions where all things are bright,
The home of Peace and Love.
6There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,With all the ransomed throng,There, Jesus shall be ever mine,His love my endless song.
6There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,
With all the ransomed throng,
There, Jesus shall be ever mine,
His love my endless song.
W. T. Moore.
865C. M.With all boldness.Phil. 1:20.I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,Nor to defend his cause,Maintain the honors of his word,The glory of his cross.2Jesus, my Lord, I know his name,His name is all my trust;Nor will he put my soul to shame,Nor let my hope be lost.3Firm as his throne his promise stands,And he can well secureWhat I’ve committed to his handsTill the decisive hour.4Then will he own my worthless nameBefore his Father’s face,And in the new JerusalemAppoint for me a place.Watts.
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With all boldness.Phil. 1:20.
I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,Nor to defend his cause,Maintain the honors of his word,The glory of his cross.
I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause,
Maintain the honors of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2Jesus, my Lord, I know his name,His name is all my trust;Nor will he put my soul to shame,Nor let my hope be lost.
2Jesus, my Lord, I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3Firm as his throne his promise stands,And he can well secureWhat I’ve committed to his handsTill the decisive hour.
3Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I’ve committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.
4Then will he own my worthless nameBefore his Father’s face,And in the new JerusalemAppoint for me a place.
4Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father’s face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint for me a place.
Watts.
866C. M.Run with patience.Heb. 12:1.Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,And press with vigor on;A heavenly race demands your zeal,And an immortal crown.2’Tis God’s all-animating voiceThat calls thee from on high:’Tis his own hand presents the prizeTo thy aspiring eye.3A cloud of witnesses aroundHolds thee in full survey:Forget the steps already trod,And onward urge the way.4Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,Have we our race begun!And crowned with victory at thy feetWe’ll lay our honors down.Doddridge.
C. M.
Run with patience.Heb. 12:1.
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,And press with vigor on;A heavenly race demands your zeal,And an immortal crown.
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands your zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2’Tis God’s all-animating voiceThat calls thee from on high:’Tis his own hand presents the prizeTo thy aspiring eye.
2’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high:
’Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thy aspiring eye.
3A cloud of witnesses aroundHolds thee in full survey:Forget the steps already trod,And onward urge the way.
3A cloud of witnesses around
Holds thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge the way.
4Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,Have we our race begun!And crowned with victory at thy feetWe’ll lay our honors down.
4Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have we our race begun!
And crowned with victory at thy feet
We’ll lay our honors down.
Doddridge.
867C. M.Mighty through God.2 Cor. 10:4.Nay, tell us not of dangers direThat lie in duty’s path;A warrior of the cross can feelNo fear of human wrath.2Where’er the prince of darkness holdsHis earthly reign abhorred,Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw,And battle for the Lord.3We go! we go, to break the chainsThat bind the erring mind,And give the freedom that we feelTo all of human kind.4But, O, we wear no burnished steel,And seek no gory field;Our weapon is the word of God,His promise is our shield.5And still serene and fixed in faith,We fear no earthly harm;We know it is our Father’s work,We rest upon his arm.Lamar.
C. M.
Mighty through God.2 Cor. 10:4.
Nay, tell us not of dangers direThat lie in duty’s path;A warrior of the cross can feelNo fear of human wrath.
Nay, tell us not of dangers dire
That lie in duty’s path;
A warrior of the cross can feel
No fear of human wrath.
2Where’er the prince of darkness holdsHis earthly reign abhorred,Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw,And battle for the Lord.
2Where’er the prince of darkness holds
His earthly reign abhorred,
Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw,
And battle for the Lord.
3We go! we go, to break the chainsThat bind the erring mind,And give the freedom that we feelTo all of human kind.
3We go! we go, to break the chains
That bind the erring mind,
And give the freedom that we feel
To all of human kind.
4But, O, we wear no burnished steel,And seek no gory field;Our weapon is the word of God,His promise is our shield.
4But, O, we wear no burnished steel,
And seek no gory field;
Our weapon is the word of God,
His promise is our shield.
5And still serene and fixed in faith,We fear no earthly harm;We know it is our Father’s work,We rest upon his arm.
5And still serene and fixed in faith,
We fear no earthly harm;
We know it is our Father’s work,
We rest upon his arm.
Lamar.
868C. M.Return to me, and I will return to you.Mal. 3:7.How oft, alas! this wretched heartHas wandered from the Lord!How oft my roving thoughts depart—Forgetful of his word!2Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!”Dear Lord! and may I come?My vile ingratitude I mourn;O! take the wanderer home.3And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive,And bid my crimes remove!And shall a pardoned rebel liveTo speak thy wondrous love?4Almighty grace! thy healing power,How glorious—how divine!That can to life and bliss restoreA heart so vile as mine!5Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet,Dear Saviour, I adore;O! keep me at thy sacred feet,And let me rove no more.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Return to me, and I will return to you.Mal. 3:7.
How oft, alas! this wretched heartHas wandered from the Lord!How oft my roving thoughts depart—Forgetful of his word!
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart—
Forgetful of his word!
2Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!”Dear Lord! and may I come?My vile ingratitude I mourn;O! take the wanderer home.
2Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!”
Dear Lord! and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O! take the wanderer home.
3And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive,And bid my crimes remove!And shall a pardoned rebel liveTo speak thy wondrous love?
3And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove!
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4Almighty grace! thy healing power,How glorious—how divine!That can to life and bliss restoreA heart so vile as mine!
4Almighty grace! thy healing power,
How glorious—how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
A heart so vile as mine!
5Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet,Dear Saviour, I adore;O! keep me at thy sacred feet,And let me rove no more.
5Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
O! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
Mrs. Steele.
869C. M. D.Help thou mine unbelief.Mark 9:24.Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’s shadows gathering brood,When faith in thee almost departs,And gloomiest fears intrude,Forsake us not, O God of grace,But send those fears relief;Grant us again to see thy face;Lord, help our unbelief.2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes be dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now for ever fled—When the bright promise of our springIs but a withering leaf—Lord, to thy truth still let us cling,Help thou our unbelief.3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love, nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief,And if a trembling doubt arise,Help thou our unbelief.Bulfinch.
C. M. D.
Help thou mine unbelief.Mark 9:24.
Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’s shadows gathering brood,When faith in thee almost departs,And gloomiest fears intrude,Forsake us not, O God of grace,But send those fears relief;Grant us again to see thy face;Lord, help our unbelief.
Father, when o’er our trembling hearts
Doubt’s shadows gathering brood,
When faith in thee almost departs,
And gloomiest fears intrude,
Forsake us not, O God of grace,
But send those fears relief;
Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief.
2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes be dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now for ever fled—When the bright promise of our springIs but a withering leaf—Lord, to thy truth still let us cling,Help thou our unbelief.
2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes be dead,
And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now for ever fled—
When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withering leaf—
Lord, to thy truth still let us cling,
Help thou our unbelief.
3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love, nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief,And if a trembling doubt arise,Help thou our unbelief.
3And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,
Nor love, nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;
Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief,
And if a trembling doubt arise,
Help thou our unbelief.
Bulfinch.
870C. M.Watch and pray.Mark 13:33.The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Through life’s brief, fleeting hour,And gives the Spirit’s quickening rayTo those who seek his power.2The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Maintain a warrior’s strife;Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;Obedience is our life.3The Saviour bids us watch and pray;For soon the hour will comeThat calls us from the earth away,To our eternal home.4O Saviour, we would watch and pray,And hear thy sacred voice,And walk, as thou hast marked the way,To heaven’s eternal joys.
C. M.
Watch and pray.Mark 13:33.
The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Through life’s brief, fleeting hour,And gives the Spirit’s quickening rayTo those who seek his power.
The Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Through life’s brief, fleeting hour,
And gives the Spirit’s quickening ray
To those who seek his power.
2The Saviour bids us watch and pray,Maintain a warrior’s strife;Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;Obedience is our life.
2The Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Maintain a warrior’s strife;
Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;
Obedience is our life.
3The Saviour bids us watch and pray;For soon the hour will comeThat calls us from the earth away,To our eternal home.
3The Saviour bids us watch and pray;
For soon the hour will come
That calls us from the earth away,
To our eternal home.
4O Saviour, we would watch and pray,And hear thy sacred voice,And walk, as thou hast marked the way,To heaven’s eternal joys.
4O Saviour, we would watch and pray,
And hear thy sacred voice,
And walk, as thou hast marked the way,
To heaven’s eternal joys.
871C. M.When shall I come and appear before God.Psalm 42:2.As o’er the past my memory strays,Why heaves the secret sigh?’Tis that I mourn departed days,Still unprepared to die.2The world and worldly things beloved,My anxious thoughts employed;And time, unhallowed, unimproved,Presents a fearful void.3Yet, Holy Father, wild despairChase from my laboring breast;Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,That grace can do the rest.4My life’s brief remnant all be thine;And when thy sure decreeBids me this fleeting breath resign,O, speed my soul to thee.
C. M.
When shall I come and appear before God.Psalm 42:2.
As o’er the past my memory strays,Why heaves the secret sigh?’Tis that I mourn departed days,Still unprepared to die.
As o’er the past my memory strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh?
’Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die.
2The world and worldly things beloved,My anxious thoughts employed;And time, unhallowed, unimproved,Presents a fearful void.
2The world and worldly things beloved,
My anxious thoughts employed;
And time, unhallowed, unimproved,
Presents a fearful void.
3Yet, Holy Father, wild despairChase from my laboring breast;Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,That grace can do the rest.
3Yet, Holy Father, wild despair
Chase from my laboring breast;
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,
That grace can do the rest.
4My life’s brief remnant all be thine;And when thy sure decreeBids me this fleeting breath resign,O, speed my soul to thee.
4My life’s brief remnant all be thine;
And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O, speed my soul to thee.
872C. M.Let me not wander from thy commandments.Psalm 119:10.Alas, what hourly dangers rise!What snares beset my way!To heaven, O, let me lift mine eyes,And hourly watch and pray.2How oft my mournful thoughts complain,And melt in flowing tears!My weak resistance, ah, how vain!How strong my foes and fears!3O gracious God! in whom I live,My feeble efforts aid;Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,Though trembling and afraid.4Increase my faith, increase my hope,When foes and fears prevail;And bear my fainting spirit up,Or soon my strength will fail.5O, keep me in thy heavenly way,And bid the tempter flee!And let me never, never strayFrom happiness and thee.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Let me not wander from thy commandments.Psalm 119:10.
Alas, what hourly dangers rise!What snares beset my way!To heaven, O, let me lift mine eyes,And hourly watch and pray.
Alas, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven, O, let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2How oft my mournful thoughts complain,And melt in flowing tears!My weak resistance, ah, how vain!How strong my foes and fears!
2How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!
3O gracious God! in whom I live,My feeble efforts aid;Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,Though trembling and afraid.
3O gracious God! in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4Increase my faith, increase my hope,When foes and fears prevail;And bear my fainting spirit up,Or soon my strength will fail.
4Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5O, keep me in thy heavenly way,And bid the tempter flee!And let me never, never strayFrom happiness and thee.
5O, keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee!
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.
Mrs. Steele.
873S. M.Ever with the Lord.1 Thess. 4:17.“For ever with the Lord,”Amen, so let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.2Here in the body pent,Absent from him I roam,Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.3My Father’s house on high,Home of my soul, how nearAt times, to faith’s aspiring eye,Thy golden gates appear!4Ah, then my spirit faints,To reach the land I love,The bright inheritance of saints,Jerusalem above.5Yet doubts still intervene,And all my comfort flies;Like Noah’s dove, I flit betweenRough seas and stormy skies.6Anon the clouds depart,The winds and waters cease;While sweetly o’er my gladdened heartExpands the bow of peace.Montgomery.
S. M.
Ever with the Lord.1 Thess. 4:17.
“For ever with the Lord,”Amen, so let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.
“For ever with the Lord,”
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality.
2Here in the body pent,Absent from him I roam,Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.
2Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.
3My Father’s house on high,Home of my soul, how nearAt times, to faith’s aspiring eye,Thy golden gates appear!
3My Father’s house on high,
Home of my soul, how near
At times, to faith’s aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear!
4Ah, then my spirit faints,To reach the land I love,The bright inheritance of saints,Jerusalem above.
4Ah, then my spirit faints,
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
5Yet doubts still intervene,And all my comfort flies;Like Noah’s dove, I flit betweenRough seas and stormy skies.
5Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies;
Like Noah’s dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.
6Anon the clouds depart,The winds and waters cease;While sweetly o’er my gladdened heartExpands the bow of peace.
6Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease;
While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace.
Montgomery.
874C. M. peculiar.The fashion of this world, etc.1 Cor. 7:31.This world is poor from shore to shore,And, like a baseless vision,Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;There’s nothing rich but heaven.2Empires decay, and nations die,Our hopes to winds, are given;The vernal blooms in ruin lie,Death reigns o’er all beneath the sky;There’s nothing sure but heaven.3Creation’s mighty fabric allShall be to atoms riven—The skies consume, the planets fall,Convulsions rock this earthly ball;There’s nothing firm but heaven.4A stranger, lonely here I roam,From place to place am driven;My friends are gone, and I’m in gloom,This earth is all a dismal tomb;I have no home but heaven.5The clouds disperse—the light appears,My sins are all forgiven;Triumphant grace has quelled my fears:Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!I’m on my way to heaven.Nelson.
C. M. peculiar.
The fashion of this world, etc.1 Cor. 7:31.
This world is poor from shore to shore,And, like a baseless vision,Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;There’s nothing rich but heaven.
This world is poor from shore to shore,
And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;
There’s nothing rich but heaven.
2Empires decay, and nations die,Our hopes to winds, are given;The vernal blooms in ruin lie,Death reigns o’er all beneath the sky;There’s nothing sure but heaven.
2Empires decay, and nations die,
Our hopes to winds, are given;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o’er all beneath the sky;
There’s nothing sure but heaven.
3Creation’s mighty fabric allShall be to atoms riven—The skies consume, the planets fall,Convulsions rock this earthly ball;There’s nothing firm but heaven.
3Creation’s mighty fabric all
Shall be to atoms riven—
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;
There’s nothing firm but heaven.
4A stranger, lonely here I roam,From place to place am driven;My friends are gone, and I’m in gloom,This earth is all a dismal tomb;I have no home but heaven.
4A stranger, lonely here I roam,
From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I’m in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;
I have no home but heaven.
5The clouds disperse—the light appears,My sins are all forgiven;Triumphant grace has quelled my fears:Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!I’m on my way to heaven.
5The clouds disperse—the light appears,
My sins are all forgiven;
Triumphant grace has quelled my fears:
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!
I’m on my way to heaven.
Nelson.
875S. M.Watch!My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.2O, watch, and fight, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,To his divine abode.Heath.
S. M.
Watch!
My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.
My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2O, watch, and fight, and pray;The battle ne’er give o’er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.
2O, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3Ne’er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down:Thy arduous work will not be doneTill thou obtain thy crown.
3Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,To his divine abode.
4Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath,
To his divine abode.
Heath.
876S. M.Occupy till I come.Luke 19:13.A charge to keep I have,A God to glorify,A never-dying soul to save,And fit it for the sky.2To serve the present age,My calling to fulfill;O, may it all my powers engageTo do my Master’s will.3Arm me with jealous careAs in thy sight to live;And O, thy servant, Lord, prepareA strict account to give.4Help me to watch and pray,And on thyself rely,Assured, if I my trust betray,I shall for ever die.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Occupy till I come.Luke 19:13.
A charge to keep I have,A God to glorify,A never-dying soul to save,And fit it for the sky.
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify,
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
2To serve the present age,My calling to fulfill;O, may it all my powers engageTo do my Master’s will.
2To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill;
O, may it all my powers engage
To do my Master’s will.
3Arm me with jealous careAs in thy sight to live;And O, thy servant, Lord, prepareA strict account to give.
3Arm me with jealous care
As in thy sight to live;
And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give.
4Help me to watch and pray,And on thyself rely,Assured, if I my trust betray,I shall for ever die.
4Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
C. Wesley.
877S. M.To him that overcometh.Rev. 2:7.Arise, ye saints, arise!The Lord our Leader is;The foe before his banner flies,For victory is his.2Lead on, almighty Lord,Lead on, to victory!Encouraged by the bright reward:With joy we’ll follow thee.3We’ll follow thee, our Guide,Our Saviour and our King;We’ll follow thee, through grace suppliedFrom heaven’s eternal spring.4We hope to see the dayWhen all our toils shall cease;When we shall cast our arms away,And dwell in endless peace.5This hope supports us here,It makes our burdens light;’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,Till faith shall end in sight;6Till, of the prize possessed,We hear of war no more,And O, sweet thought! for ever restOn yonder peaceful shore!
S. M.
To him that overcometh.Rev. 2:7.
Arise, ye saints, arise!The Lord our Leader is;The foe before his banner flies,For victory is his.
Arise, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is;
The foe before his banner flies,
For victory is his.
2Lead on, almighty Lord,Lead on, to victory!Encouraged by the bright reward:With joy we’ll follow thee.
2Lead on, almighty Lord,
Lead on, to victory!
Encouraged by the bright reward:
With joy we’ll follow thee.
3We’ll follow thee, our Guide,Our Saviour and our King;We’ll follow thee, through grace suppliedFrom heaven’s eternal spring.
3We’ll follow thee, our Guide,
Our Saviour and our King;
We’ll follow thee, through grace supplied
From heaven’s eternal spring.
4We hope to see the dayWhen all our toils shall cease;When we shall cast our arms away,And dwell in endless peace.
4We hope to see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
5This hope supports us here,It makes our burdens light;’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,Till faith shall end in sight;
5This hope supports us here,
It makes our burdens light;
’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight;
6Till, of the prize possessed,We hear of war no more,And O, sweet thought! for ever restOn yonder peaceful shore!
6Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more,
And O, sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore!
878S. M.Go forth to glorious war.Hark, how the watchmen cry!Attend the trumpet’s sound;Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—The powers of hell surround.2Who bow to Christ’s command,Your arms and hearts prepare;The day of battle is at hand—Go forth to glorious war.3See on the mountain topThe standard of your God;In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,All stained with hallowed blood.4His standard-bearers, nowTo all the nations call:To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;He bore the cross for all.5Go up with Christ your Head;Your Captain’s footsteps see;Follow your Captain, and be ledTo certain victory.6All power to him is given;He ever reigns the same;Salvation, happiness, and heaven,Are all in Jesus’ name.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Go forth to glorious war.
Hark, how the watchmen cry!Attend the trumpet’s sound;Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—The powers of hell surround.
Hark, how the watchmen cry!
Attend the trumpet’s sound;
Stand to your arms: the foe is nigh—
The powers of hell surround.
2Who bow to Christ’s command,Your arms and hearts prepare;The day of battle is at hand—Go forth to glorious war.
2Who bow to Christ’s command,
Your arms and hearts prepare;
The day of battle is at hand—
Go forth to glorious war.
3See on the mountain topThe standard of your God;In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,All stained with hallowed blood.
3See on the mountain top
The standard of your God;
In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up,
All stained with hallowed blood.
4His standard-bearers, nowTo all the nations call:To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;He bore the cross for all.
4His standard-bearers, now
To all the nations call:
To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow;
He bore the cross for all.
5Go up with Christ your Head;Your Captain’s footsteps see;Follow your Captain, and be ledTo certain victory.
5Go up with Christ your Head;
Your Captain’s footsteps see;
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory.
6All power to him is given;He ever reigns the same;Salvation, happiness, and heaven,Are all in Jesus’ name.
6All power to him is given;
He ever reigns the same;
Salvation, happiness, and heaven,
Are all in Jesus’ name.
C. Wesley.
879S. M.Be strong in the Lord.Eph. 6:10.Soldiers of Christ, arise!And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesThrough his belovéd Son.2Strong in the Lord of Hosts,And in his mighty power;Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,Is more than conqueror.3Stand, then, in his great might,With all his strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And fortify the whole.5That having all things done,And all your conflicts past,You may o’ercome through Christ alone,And stand entire at last.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Be strong in the Lord.Eph. 6:10.
Soldiers of Christ, arise!And put your armor on,Strong in the strength which God suppliesThrough his belovéd Son.
Soldiers of Christ, arise!
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his belovéd Son.
2Strong in the Lord of Hosts,And in his mighty power;Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,Is more than conqueror.
2Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
3Stand, then, in his great might,With all his strength endued;But take, to arm you for the fight,The panoply of God.
3Stand, then, in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
4Leave no unguarded place,No weakness of the soul;Take every virtue, every grace,And fortify the whole.
4Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul;
Take every virtue, every grace,
And fortify the whole.
5That having all things done,And all your conflicts past,You may o’ercome through Christ alone,And stand entire at last.
5That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o’ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.
C. Wesley.
880S. M.Therefore will not we fear.Psalm 46:2.Give to the winds thy fears,Hope, and be undismayed;God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,God shall lift up thy head.2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou his time; so shall this nightSoon end in joyous day.3Still heavy is thy heart!Still sink thy spirits down!Cast off the weight, let fear depart,Bid every care be gone.4Far, far above thy thoughtHis counsel shall appear,When fully he the work hath wrought,That caused thy needless fear.5What, though thou rulest not!Yet heaven, and earth, and hellProclaim, God sitteth on the throne,And ruleth all things well!Gerhardt.
S. M.
Therefore will not we fear.Psalm 46:2.
Give to the winds thy fears,Hope, and be undismayed;God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,God shall lift up thy head.
Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
2Through waves, through clouds and storms,He gently clears thy way;Wait thou his time; so shall this nightSoon end in joyous day.
2Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
3Still heavy is thy heart!Still sink thy spirits down!Cast off the weight, let fear depart,Bid every care be gone.
3Still heavy is thy heart!
Still sink thy spirits down!
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
Bid every care be gone.
4Far, far above thy thoughtHis counsel shall appear,When fully he the work hath wrought,That caused thy needless fear.
4Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.
5What, though thou rulest not!Yet heaven, and earth, and hellProclaim, God sitteth on the throne,And ruleth all things well!
5What, though thou rulest not!
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well!
Gerhardt.
881S. M.Reaching forth.Phil. 3:13.My soul, it is thy GodWho calls thee by his grace;Now loose thee from each cumbering load,And bend thee to the race.2Make thy salvation sure;All sloth and slumber shun;Nor dare a moment rest secure,Till thou the goal hast won.3Thy crown of life hold fast;Thy heart with courage stay;Nor let one trembling glance be castAlong the backward way.4Thy path ascends the skies,With conquering footsteps bright;And thou shalt win and wear the prizeIn everlasting light.
S. M.
Reaching forth.Phil. 3:13.
My soul, it is thy GodWho calls thee by his grace;Now loose thee from each cumbering load,And bend thee to the race.
My soul, it is thy God
Who calls thee by his grace;
Now loose thee from each cumbering load,
And bend thee to the race.
2Make thy salvation sure;All sloth and slumber shun;Nor dare a moment rest secure,Till thou the goal hast won.
2Make thy salvation sure;
All sloth and slumber shun;
Nor dare a moment rest secure,
Till thou the goal hast won.
3Thy crown of life hold fast;Thy heart with courage stay;Nor let one trembling glance be castAlong the backward way.
3Thy crown of life hold fast;
Thy heart with courage stay;
Nor let one trembling glance be cast
Along the backward way.
4Thy path ascends the skies,With conquering footsteps bright;And thou shalt win and wear the prizeIn everlasting light.
4Thy path ascends the skies,
With conquering footsteps bright;
And thou shalt win and wear the prize
In everlasting light.
8827s.If we confess our sins.1 John 1:9.God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame we own;Humbled at thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from thee alone.5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad repentant songs;O, restore thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!J. Taylor.
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If we confess our sins.1 John 1:9.
God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!
God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
Listen to thy suppliant ones,
Thou, to whom all grace belongs!
2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;
2Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;
3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;
3Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain;
4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame we own;Humbled at thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from thee alone.
4These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame we own;
Humbled at thy feet we bow,
Seeking strength from thee alone.
5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad repentant songs;O, restore thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!
5God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad repentant songs;
O, restore thy suppliant ones,
Thou to whom all grace belongs!
J. Taylor.
8837s.That they go forward.Ex. 14:15.Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,Onward, Christian, onward go;Fight the fight, maintain the strife,Strengthened with the bread of life.2Onward, Christian, onward go;Join the war, and face the foe;Will you flee in danger’s hour?Know you not your Captain’s power?3Let your drooping heart be glad;March, in heavenly armor clad;Fight, nor think the battle long;Soon shall victory tune your song.4Let not sorrow dim your eye;Soon shall every tear be dry:Let not fears your course impede;Great your strength, if great your need.5Onward, then, to battle move;More than conqueror you shall prove;Though opposed by many a foe,Christian soldier, onward go.
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That they go forward.Ex. 14:15.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,Onward, Christian, onward go;Fight the fight, maintain the strife,Strengthened with the bread of life.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christian, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the bread of life.
2Onward, Christian, onward go;Join the war, and face the foe;Will you flee in danger’s hour?Know you not your Captain’s power?
2Onward, Christian, onward go;
Join the war, and face the foe;
Will you flee in danger’s hour?
Know you not your Captain’s power?
3Let your drooping heart be glad;March, in heavenly armor clad;Fight, nor think the battle long;Soon shall victory tune your song.
3Let your drooping heart be glad;
March, in heavenly armor clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Soon shall victory tune your song.
4Let not sorrow dim your eye;Soon shall every tear be dry:Let not fears your course impede;Great your strength, if great your need.
4Let not sorrow dim your eye;
Soon shall every tear be dry:
Let not fears your course impede;
Great your strength, if great your need.
5Onward, then, to battle move;More than conqueror you shall prove;Though opposed by many a foe,Christian soldier, onward go.
5Onward, then, to battle move;
More than conqueror you shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldier, onward go.
8847s.Let us not sleep, as do others.1 Thess. 5:6.Sleep not, soldier of the cross!Foes are lurking all around;Look not here to find repose;This is but thy battle-ground;2Up! and take thy shield and sword;Up! it is the call of heaven:Shrink not faithless from the Lord:Nobly strive as he hath striven.3Break through all the force of ill;Tread the might of passion down—Struggling onward, onward still,To the conquering Saviour’s crown!4Through the midst of toil and pain,Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast:Every triumph thou dost gainMakes more sweet thy coming rest.Gaskell.
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Let us not sleep, as do others.1 Thess. 5:6.
Sleep not, soldier of the cross!Foes are lurking all around;Look not here to find repose;This is but thy battle-ground;
Sleep not, soldier of the cross!
Foes are lurking all around;
Look not here to find repose;
This is but thy battle-ground;
2Up! and take thy shield and sword;Up! it is the call of heaven:Shrink not faithless from the Lord:Nobly strive as he hath striven.
2Up! and take thy shield and sword;
Up! it is the call of heaven:
Shrink not faithless from the Lord:
Nobly strive as he hath striven.
3Break through all the force of ill;Tread the might of passion down—Struggling onward, onward still,To the conquering Saviour’s crown!
3Break through all the force of ill;
Tread the might of passion down—
Struggling onward, onward still,
To the conquering Saviour’s crown!
4Through the midst of toil and pain,Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast:Every triumph thou dost gainMakes more sweet thy coming rest.
4Through the midst of toil and pain,
Let this thought ne’er leave thy breast:
Every triumph thou dost gain
Makes more sweet thy coming rest.
Gaskell.
8858s & 7s.Forgetting the things that are behind.Phil. 3:13.Onward, Christian, though the regionWhere thou art be drear and lone,God hath set a guardian legionVery near thee—press thou on!2Listen, Christian, their hosannaRolleth o’er thee—“God is love,”Write upon thy red-cross banner,“Upward ever—heaven’s above.”3By the thorn-road, and none other,Is the mount of vision won;Tread it without shrinking, brother!Jesus trod it—press thou on!4By thy trustful, calm endeavor,Guiding, cheering, like the sun,Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver;O, for their sake, press thou on!5Be this world the wiser, stronger,For thy life of pain and peace;While it needs thee, O no longerPray thou for thy quick release:6Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,That thou be a faithful son;By the prayer of Jesus—“Father,Not my will, but thine, be done!”S. Johnson.
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Forgetting the things that are behind.Phil. 3:13.
Onward, Christian, though the regionWhere thou art be drear and lone,God hath set a guardian legionVery near thee—press thou on!
Onward, Christian, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone,
God hath set a guardian legion
Very near thee—press thou on!
2Listen, Christian, their hosannaRolleth o’er thee—“God is love,”Write upon thy red-cross banner,“Upward ever—heaven’s above.”
2Listen, Christian, their hosanna
Rolleth o’er thee—“God is love,”
Write upon thy red-cross banner,
“Upward ever—heaven’s above.”
3By the thorn-road, and none other,Is the mount of vision won;Tread it without shrinking, brother!Jesus trod it—press thou on!
3By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it—press thou on!
4By thy trustful, calm endeavor,Guiding, cheering, like the sun,Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver;O, for their sake, press thou on!
4By thy trustful, calm endeavor,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun,
Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver;
O, for their sake, press thou on!
5Be this world the wiser, stronger,For thy life of pain and peace;While it needs thee, O no longerPray thou for thy quick release:
5Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace;
While it needs thee, O no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release:
6Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,That thou be a faithful son;By the prayer of Jesus—“Father,Not my will, but thine, be done!”
6Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,
That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus—“Father,
Not my will, but thine, be done!”
S. Johnson.
8868s & 7s.Here we have no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,Passing through this darksome vale?Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger,And will not thy courage fail?CHORUS.I am bound for the kingdom,Will you go to glory with me?Hallelujah! praise you the Lord.2Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me,Wandering o’er this waste so wide;Yet no harm will e’er befall me,While I’m blest with such a guide.3Such a guide—no guide attends thee:Hence for thee my fears arise;If some guardian power befriend thee,’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.4Yes, unseen—but still believe me,Such a guide my steps attends;He’ll in every strait relieve me,He from every harm defends.5Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!Darkly winding through the vale;Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,Would not then thy courage fail?6No, that stream has nothing frightful;To its bank my steps I bend;There to plunge will be delightful,Then my pilgrimage will end.
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Here we have no continuing city.Heb. 13:14.
Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,Passing through this darksome vale?Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger,And will not thy courage fail?CHORUS.I am bound for the kingdom,Will you go to glory with me?Hallelujah! praise you the Lord.
Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,
Passing through this darksome vale?
Knowest thou not ’tis full of danger,
And will not thy courage fail?
CHORUS.
I am bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me?
Hallelujah! praise you the Lord.
2Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me,Wandering o’er this waste so wide;Yet no harm will e’er befall me,While I’m blest with such a guide.
2Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me,
Wandering o’er this waste so wide;
Yet no harm will e’er befall me,
While I’m blest with such a guide.
3Such a guide—no guide attends thee:Hence for thee my fears arise;If some guardian power befriend thee,’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
3Such a guide—no guide attends thee:
Hence for thee my fears arise;
If some guardian power befriend thee,
’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
4Yes, unseen—but still believe me,Such a guide my steps attends;He’ll in every strait relieve me,He from every harm defends.
4Yes, unseen—but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attends;
He’ll in every strait relieve me,
He from every harm defends.
5Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!Darkly winding through the vale;Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,Would not then thy courage fail?
5Pilgrim! see that stream before thee!
Darkly winding through the vale;
Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail?
6No, that stream has nothing frightful;To its bank my steps I bend;There to plunge will be delightful,Then my pilgrimage will end.
6No, that stream has nothing frightful;
To its bank my steps I bend;
There to plunge will be delightful,
Then my pilgrimage will end.
8878s & 7s.He leadeth me in the paths, etc.Psalm 23:3.Holy Father, thou hast taught meI should live to thee alone;Year by year, thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown;When I wandered, thou hast found me,When I doubted, sent me light;Still thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in thy sight.2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength—the Spirit’s strength, indeed.3I would trust in thy protecting,Wholly rest upon thine arm;Follow wholly thy directing,Thou, mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at thy side.
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He leadeth me in the paths, etc.Psalm 23:3.
Holy Father, thou hast taught meI should live to thee alone;Year by year, thy hand hath brought meOn through dangers oft unknown;When I wandered, thou hast found me,When I doubted, sent me light;Still thine arm has been around me,All my paths were in thy sight.
Holy Father, thou hast taught me
I should live to thee alone;
Year by year, thy hand hath brought me
On through dangers oft unknown;
When I wandered, thou hast found me,
When I doubted, sent me light;
Still thine arm has been around me,
All my paths were in thy sight.
2In the world will foes assail me,Craftier, stronger far than I;And the strife may never fail me,Well I know, before I die.Therefore, Lord, I come, believingThou canst give the power I need;Through the prayer of faith receivingStrength—the Spirit’s strength, indeed.
2In the world will foes assail me,
Craftier, stronger far than I;
And the strife may never fail me,
Well I know, before I die.
Therefore, Lord, I come, believing
Thou canst give the power I need;
Through the prayer of faith receiving
Strength—the Spirit’s strength, indeed.
3I would trust in thy protecting,Wholly rest upon thine arm;Follow wholly thy directing,Thou, mine only guard from harm!Keep me from mine own undoing,Help me turn to thee when tried,Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,Keep me ever at thy side.
3I would trust in thy protecting,
Wholly rest upon thine arm;
Follow wholly thy directing,
Thou, mine only guard from harm!
Keep me from mine own undoing,
Help me turn to thee when tried,
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,
Keep me ever at thy side.
8888s & 7s.Beyond this vale of sorrow.Dark and thorny is the desertThrough which pilgrims make their way;But beyond this vale of sorrowLie the realms of endless day.Dear young soldiers, do not murmurAt the troubles of the way;Meet the tempest—fight with courage—Never faint, but often pray.2He whose thunder shakes creation;He that bids the planets roll;He that rides upon the tempest,And whose scepter sways the whole—Jesus, Jesus, will defend you;Trust in him and him alone;He has shed his blood to save you,And will bring you to his throne.3There on flowery fields of pleasure,And the hills of endless rest,Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever,Reign and triumph in your breast.There ten thousand flaming seraphsFly across the heavenly plain;There they sing immortal praises!Glory, glory is their theme.4But, methinks, a sweeter concertMakes the crystal arches ring,And a song is heard in ZionWhich the angels can not sing:Who can paint those sons of glory,Ransomed souls that dwell on high,Who, with golden harps, for everSound redemption through the sky.5See the heavenly host in raptureGazing on these shining bands;Wondering at their costly garments,And the laurels in their hands;There upon the golden pavement,See the ransomed march along!While the splendid courts of glorySweetly echo with their song!6Here I see the under shepherds,And the flocks they fed below,Here with joy they dwell together,Jesus is their shepherd now.Hail! you happy, happy spirits!Welcome to the blissful plain—Glory, honor, and salvation;Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.
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Beyond this vale of sorrow.
Dark and thorny is the desertThrough which pilgrims make their way;But beyond this vale of sorrowLie the realms of endless day.Dear young soldiers, do not murmurAt the troubles of the way;Meet the tempest—fight with courage—Never faint, but often pray.
Dark and thorny is the desert
Through which pilgrims make their way;
But beyond this vale of sorrow
Lie the realms of endless day.
Dear young soldiers, do not murmur
At the troubles of the way;
Meet the tempest—fight with courage—
Never faint, but often pray.
2He whose thunder shakes creation;He that bids the planets roll;He that rides upon the tempest,And whose scepter sways the whole—Jesus, Jesus, will defend you;Trust in him and him alone;He has shed his blood to save you,And will bring you to his throne.
2He whose thunder shakes creation;
He that bids the planets roll;
He that rides upon the tempest,
And whose scepter sways the whole—
Jesus, Jesus, will defend you;
Trust in him and him alone;
He has shed his blood to save you,
And will bring you to his throne.
3There on flowery fields of pleasure,And the hills of endless rest,Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever,Reign and triumph in your breast.There ten thousand flaming seraphsFly across the heavenly plain;There they sing immortal praises!Glory, glory is their theme.
3There on flowery fields of pleasure,
And the hills of endless rest,
Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever,
Reign and triumph in your breast.
There ten thousand flaming seraphs
Fly across the heavenly plain;
There they sing immortal praises!
Glory, glory is their theme.
4But, methinks, a sweeter concertMakes the crystal arches ring,And a song is heard in ZionWhich the angels can not sing:Who can paint those sons of glory,Ransomed souls that dwell on high,Who, with golden harps, for everSound redemption through the sky.
4But, methinks, a sweeter concert
Makes the crystal arches ring,
And a song is heard in Zion
Which the angels can not sing:
Who can paint those sons of glory,
Ransomed souls that dwell on high,
Who, with golden harps, for ever
Sound redemption through the sky.
5See the heavenly host in raptureGazing on these shining bands;Wondering at their costly garments,And the laurels in their hands;There upon the golden pavement,See the ransomed march along!While the splendid courts of glorySweetly echo with their song!
5See the heavenly host in rapture
Gazing on these shining bands;
Wondering at their costly garments,
And the laurels in their hands;
There upon the golden pavement,
See the ransomed march along!
While the splendid courts of glory
Sweetly echo with their song!
6Here I see the under shepherds,And the flocks they fed below,Here with joy they dwell together,Jesus is their shepherd now.Hail! you happy, happy spirits!Welcome to the blissful plain—Glory, honor, and salvation;Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.
6Here I see the under shepherds,
And the flocks they fed below,
Here with joy they dwell together,
Jesus is their shepherd now.
Hail! you happy, happy spirits!
Welcome to the blissful plain—
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign.
8898s, 6s & 7s.Luke 11:27.Must Simon bear the cross alone,And all the world go free?No, there’s a cross for every one,And there’s a cross for me.Yes, there’s a cross on Calvary,Through which by faith the crown I see;To me ’tis pardon bringing;O that’s the cross for me!2How happy are the saints above,Who once went mourning here!But now they taste unmingled love,And joy without a tear.For perfect love will dry the tear,And cast out all tormenting fear,Which round my heart is clinging;O that’s the love for me.3We’ll bear the consecrated cross,Till from the cross we’re free;And then go home to wear the crown,For there’s a crown for me.Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above,The purchase of my Saviour’s love,For me at his appearing;O that’s the crown for me!4The saints shall hear the midnight cry;The Lord will then appear,And virgins rise with burning lamps,To meet him in the air;For there’s a home in heaven prepared,A house by saints and angels shared,Where Christ is interceding;O that’s the home for me!G. N. Allen.
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Luke 11:27.
Must Simon bear the cross alone,And all the world go free?No, there’s a cross for every one,And there’s a cross for me.Yes, there’s a cross on Calvary,Through which by faith the crown I see;To me ’tis pardon bringing;O that’s the cross for me!
Must Simon bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for every one,
And there’s a cross for me.
Yes, there’s a cross on Calvary,
Through which by faith the crown I see;
To me ’tis pardon bringing;
O that’s the cross for me!
2How happy are the saints above,Who once went mourning here!But now they taste unmingled love,And joy without a tear.For perfect love will dry the tear,And cast out all tormenting fear,Which round my heart is clinging;O that’s the love for me.
2How happy are the saints above,
Who once went mourning here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.
For perfect love will dry the tear,
And cast out all tormenting fear,
Which round my heart is clinging;
O that’s the love for me.
3We’ll bear the consecrated cross,Till from the cross we’re free;And then go home to wear the crown,For there’s a crown for me.Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above,The purchase of my Saviour’s love,For me at his appearing;O that’s the crown for me!
3We’ll bear the consecrated cross,
Till from the cross we’re free;
And then go home to wear the crown,
For there’s a crown for me.
Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above,
The purchase of my Saviour’s love,
For me at his appearing;
O that’s the crown for me!
4The saints shall hear the midnight cry;The Lord will then appear,And virgins rise with burning lamps,To meet him in the air;For there’s a home in heaven prepared,A house by saints and angels shared,Where Christ is interceding;O that’s the home for me!
4The saints shall hear the midnight cry;
The Lord will then appear,
And virgins rise with burning lamps,
To meet him in the air;
For there’s a home in heaven prepared,
A house by saints and angels shared,
Where Christ is interceding;
O that’s the home for me!
G. N. Allen.
8908s, 7s & 4.Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5O my soul! what means this sadness?Wherefore art thou thus cast down?Let thy griefs be turned to gladness;Bid thy restless fears begone;Look to Jesus,And rejoice in his dear name.2What though Satan’s strong temptationsVex and grieve thee day by dayAnd thy sinful inclinationsOften fill thee with dismay;Thou shalt conquer,Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.3Though ten thousand ills beset thee,From without and from within,Jesus saith he’ll ne’er forget thee,But will save from hell and sin.He is faithfulTo perform his gracious word.4Though distresses now attend thee,And thou treadest the thorny road;His right hand shall still defend thee;Soon he’ll bring thee home to God,Therefore praise him,Praise the great Redeemer’s name.5O that I could now adore himLike the heavenly host above,Who for ever bow before him,And unceasing sing his love,Happy songsters!When shall I your chorus join?Fawcett.
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Hope thou in God.Psalm 42:5
O my soul! what means this sadness?Wherefore art thou thus cast down?Let thy griefs be turned to gladness;Bid thy restless fears begone;Look to Jesus,And rejoice in his dear name.
O my soul! what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness;
Bid thy restless fears begone;
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.
2What though Satan’s strong temptationsVex and grieve thee day by dayAnd thy sinful inclinationsOften fill thee with dismay;Thou shalt conquer,Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.
2What though Satan’s strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee day by day
And thy sinful inclinations
Often fill thee with dismay;
Thou shalt conquer,
Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.
3Though ten thousand ills beset thee,From without and from within,Jesus saith he’ll ne’er forget thee,But will save from hell and sin.He is faithfulTo perform his gracious word.
3Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within,
Jesus saith he’ll ne’er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin.
He is faithful
To perform his gracious word.
4Though distresses now attend thee,And thou treadest the thorny road;His right hand shall still defend thee;Soon he’ll bring thee home to God,Therefore praise him,Praise the great Redeemer’s name.
4Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou treadest the thorny road;
His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon he’ll bring thee home to God,
Therefore praise him,
Praise the great Redeemer’s name.
5O that I could now adore himLike the heavenly host above,Who for ever bow before him,And unceasing sing his love,Happy songsters!When shall I your chorus join?
5O that I could now adore him
Like the heavenly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love,
Happy songsters!
When shall I your chorus join?
Fawcett.
8918s, 7s & 4s.Under clouds.Here behold me, as I cast meAt thy throne, O glorious King!Tears fast thronging, child-like longing,Son of man to thee I bring.Let me find thee—Me, a poor and worthless thing.2Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee;Let thy Spirit dwell in mine:Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me,Only thee to know I pine:Let me find thee—Take my heart and grant me thine.3Nought I ask for, nought I strive for,But thy grace, so rich and free,That thou givest whom thou lovest,And who truly cleave to thee;Let me find thee—He hath all things who hath thee.4Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure,Glorious name or richest hoardAre but weary, void, and dreary,To the heart that longs for God:Let me find thee—I am ready, mighty Lord.Joachim Neander.
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Under clouds.
Here behold me, as I cast meAt thy throne, O glorious King!Tears fast thronging, child-like longing,Son of man to thee I bring.Let me find thee—Me, a poor and worthless thing.
Here behold me, as I cast me
At thy throne, O glorious King!
Tears fast thronging, child-like longing,
Son of man to thee I bring.
Let me find thee—
Me, a poor and worthless thing.
2Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee;Let thy Spirit dwell in mine:Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me,Only thee to know I pine:Let me find thee—Take my heart and grant me thine.
2Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee;
Let thy Spirit dwell in mine:
Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me,
Only thee to know I pine:
Let me find thee—
Take my heart and grant me thine.
3Nought I ask for, nought I strive for,But thy grace, so rich and free,That thou givest whom thou lovest,And who truly cleave to thee;Let me find thee—He hath all things who hath thee.
3Nought I ask for, nought I strive for,
But thy grace, so rich and free,
That thou givest whom thou lovest,
And who truly cleave to thee;
Let me find thee—
He hath all things who hath thee.
4Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure,Glorious name or richest hoardAre but weary, void, and dreary,To the heart that longs for God:Let me find thee—I am ready, mighty Lord.
4Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure,
Glorious name or richest hoard
Are but weary, void, and dreary,
To the heart that longs for God:
Let me find thee—
I am ready, mighty Lord.
Joachim Neander.
8927s, 6s & 8s.You are not of the world.John 15:19.The sun above us gleamingIs not the sun for me;Though joyful be his beaming,And beautiful to see;There is a Sun of RighteousnessWho cheers and saves me by his grace,All copious on me streaming,O that’s the Sun for me.2The kings and lords of nations,Are not the kings for me;Too low their highest stations;Too mean their dignity:The King of kings and Lord of lords,Almighty in his ways and words,The word of his salvation,O that’s the king for me.3This house of death and mourningIs not the house for me,Where all to dust are turning,In tears and agony;But there’s a house not made with hands,It ever stood and ever stands,Beyond the world’s last burning;O that’s the house for me.4The wars the hero fights in,Are not the wars for me;The war my heart delights in,Shall end in victory;’Tis not a war of flesh and blood;I fight for heaven, I fight for God,A kingdom with my rights in,—O that’s the war for me.5This land of sin and sorrow,Is not the land for me,Where anguish oft I borrowFrom dying company;Th’ immortal land is far away,I’ll enter it on some bright day,That day may be to-morrow—O that’s the land for me.A. Crithfield.
7s, 6s & 8s.
You are not of the world.John 15:19.
The sun above us gleamingIs not the sun for me;Though joyful be his beaming,And beautiful to see;There is a Sun of RighteousnessWho cheers and saves me by his grace,All copious on me streaming,O that’s the Sun for me.
The sun above us gleaming
Is not the sun for me;
Though joyful be his beaming,
And beautiful to see;
There is a Sun of Righteousness
Who cheers and saves me by his grace,
All copious on me streaming,
O that’s the Sun for me.
2The kings and lords of nations,Are not the kings for me;Too low their highest stations;Too mean their dignity:The King of kings and Lord of lords,Almighty in his ways and words,The word of his salvation,O that’s the king for me.
2The kings and lords of nations,
Are not the kings for me;
Too low their highest stations;
Too mean their dignity:
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
Almighty in his ways and words,
The word of his salvation,
O that’s the king for me.
3This house of death and mourningIs not the house for me,Where all to dust are turning,In tears and agony;But there’s a house not made with hands,It ever stood and ever stands,Beyond the world’s last burning;O that’s the house for me.
3This house of death and mourning
Is not the house for me,
Where all to dust are turning,
In tears and agony;
But there’s a house not made with hands,
It ever stood and ever stands,
Beyond the world’s last burning;
O that’s the house for me.
4The wars the hero fights in,Are not the wars for me;The war my heart delights in,Shall end in victory;’Tis not a war of flesh and blood;I fight for heaven, I fight for God,A kingdom with my rights in,—O that’s the war for me.
4The wars the hero fights in,
Are not the wars for me;
The war my heart delights in,
Shall end in victory;
’Tis not a war of flesh and blood;
I fight for heaven, I fight for God,
A kingdom with my rights in,—
O that’s the war for me.
5This land of sin and sorrow,Is not the land for me,Where anguish oft I borrowFrom dying company;Th’ immortal land is far away,I’ll enter it on some bright day,That day may be to-morrow—O that’s the land for me.
5This land of sin and sorrow,
Is not the land for me,
Where anguish oft I borrow
From dying company;
Th’ immortal land is far away,
I’ll enter it on some bright day,
That day may be to-morrow—
O that’s the land for me.
A. Crithfield.
89311s.Whereas I was blind, now I see.John. 9:25.O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness,Hath chastened my wanderings and guided my way,Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness,And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.2Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair,I followed the rainbow—I caught at the toy;And still in displeasure thy goodness was there,Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy.3The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below;The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam;Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe;And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream.4So, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part,I turned to the refuge thy pity displayed;And still did this eager and credulous heartWeave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade.5I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heavenWould be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn;Thou showedst me the path, it was dark and uneven;All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn.6I dreamed of celestial reward and renown,I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave;I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown,I asked, and thou showedst me the cross and a grave!7Subdued and instructed, at length to thy will,My hopes, and my wishes, my all I resign;O give me a heart that can wait and be still,Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine.8There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe,But they stand in a region by mortals untrod;There are rivers of joy—but they roll not below;There is rest—but it dwells in the presence of God.Grant.
11s.
Whereas I was blind, now I see.John. 9:25.
O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness,Hath chastened my wanderings and guided my way,Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness,And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.
O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness,
Hath chastened my wanderings and guided my way,
Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness,
And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.
2Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair,I followed the rainbow—I caught at the toy;And still in displeasure thy goodness was there,Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy.
2Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair,
I followed the rainbow—I caught at the toy;
And still in displeasure thy goodness was there,
Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy.
3The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below;The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam;Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe;And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream.
3The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below;
The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam;
Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe;
And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream.
4So, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part,I turned to the refuge thy pity displayed;And still did this eager and credulous heartWeave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade.
4So, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part,
I turned to the refuge thy pity displayed;
And still did this eager and credulous heart
Weave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade.
5I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heavenWould be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn;Thou showedst me the path, it was dark and uneven;All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn.
5I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven
Would be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn;
Thou showedst me the path, it was dark and uneven;
All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn.
6I dreamed of celestial reward and renown,I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave;I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown,I asked, and thou showedst me the cross and a grave!
6I dreamed of celestial reward and renown,
I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave;
I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown,
I asked, and thou showedst me the cross and a grave!
7Subdued and instructed, at length to thy will,My hopes, and my wishes, my all I resign;O give me a heart that can wait and be still,Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine.
7Subdued and instructed, at length to thy will,
My hopes, and my wishes, my all I resign;
O give me a heart that can wait and be still,
Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine.
8There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe,But they stand in a region by mortals untrod;There are rivers of joy—but they roll not below;There is rest—but it dwells in the presence of God.
8There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe,
But they stand in a region by mortals untrod;
There are rivers of joy—but they roll not below;
There is rest—but it dwells in the presence of God.
Grant.
89411s & 10s.He that shall endure unto the end.Matt. 24:13.The captive’s oar may pause upon the galley,The soldier sleep beneath his pluméd crest,And peace may fold her wing o’er hill and valley,But thou, O Christian! must not take thy rest.2Wilt thou find rest of soul in thy returningTo that old path thou hast so vainly trod?Hast thou forgotten all thy weary yearningTo walk among the children of thy God?3Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription—Behold we count them happy which endure?What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,Repass the stormy waters to secure?4And God will come in his own time and power,To set his earnest-hearted children free;Watch only through this dark and painful hour,And the bright morning yet will break for thee!
11s & 10s.
He that shall endure unto the end.Matt. 24:13.
The captive’s oar may pause upon the galley,The soldier sleep beneath his pluméd crest,And peace may fold her wing o’er hill and valley,But thou, O Christian! must not take thy rest.
The captive’s oar may pause upon the galley,
The soldier sleep beneath his pluméd crest,
And peace may fold her wing o’er hill and valley,
But thou, O Christian! must not take thy rest.
2Wilt thou find rest of soul in thy returningTo that old path thou hast so vainly trod?Hast thou forgotten all thy weary yearningTo walk among the children of thy God?
2Wilt thou find rest of soul in thy returning
To that old path thou hast so vainly trod?
Hast thou forgotten all thy weary yearning
To walk among the children of thy God?
3Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription—Behold we count them happy which endure?What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,Repass the stormy waters to secure?
3Canst thou forget thy Christian superscription—
Behold we count them happy which endure?
What treasure wouldst thou, in the land Egyptian,
Repass the stormy waters to secure?
4And God will come in his own time and power,To set his earnest-hearted children free;Watch only through this dark and painful hour,And the bright morning yet will break for thee!
4And God will come in his own time and power,
To set his earnest-hearted children free;
Watch only through this dark and painful hour,
And the bright morning yet will break for thee!
89510s & 11s.Be thou faithful unto death.Rev. 2:10.Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest;Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest;Onward and upward still be thine endeavor;The rest that remaineth endureth for ever.2Fight the fight, Christian; Jesus is o’er thee;Run the race, Christian; heaven is before thee;He who hath promised, faltereth never;O, trust in the love that endureth for ever.3Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth;Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth:Thee from the love of Christ, nothing shall sever;Mount, when the work is done—praise God for ever!Staughton.
10s & 11s.
Be thou faithful unto death.Rev. 2:10.
Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest;Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest;Onward and upward still be thine endeavor;The rest that remaineth endureth for ever.
Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest;
Watch for day, Christian, when night is longest;
Onward and upward still be thine endeavor;
The rest that remaineth endureth for ever.
2Fight the fight, Christian; Jesus is o’er thee;Run the race, Christian; heaven is before thee;He who hath promised, faltereth never;O, trust in the love that endureth for ever.
2Fight the fight, Christian; Jesus is o’er thee;
Run the race, Christian; heaven is before thee;
He who hath promised, faltereth never;
O, trust in the love that endureth for ever.
3Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth;Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth:Thee from the love of Christ, nothing shall sever;Mount, when the work is done—praise God for ever!
3Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth;
Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth:
Thee from the love of Christ, nothing shall sever;
Mount, when the work is done—praise God for ever!
Staughton.
8968s & 6s.Some great thing!2 Kings 5:13.Shall we grow weary in our watch,And murmur at the long delay,Impatient of our Father’s timeAnd his appointéd way?2O, oft a deeper test of faithThan prison-cell, or martyr’s stake,The self-renouncing watchfulnessOf silent prayer may make.3We gird us bravely to rebukeOur erring brother in the wrong;And in the ear of pride and powerOur warning voice is strong.4Easier to smite with Peter’s sword,Than watch one hour in humbling prayer;Life’s great things, like the Syrian lord,Our hearts can do and dare.5But, O, we shrink from Jordan’s side,From waters which alone can save;And murmur for Abana’s banksAnd Pharpar’s brighter wave.6O thou, who in the garden’s shadeDidst wake thy weary ones again,Who slumbered at that fearful hour,Forgetful of thy pain—7Bend o’er us now, as over them,And set our sleep-bound spirits free,Nor leave us slumbering in the watchOur souls should keep with thee!Whittier.
8s & 6s.
Some great thing!2 Kings 5:13.
Shall we grow weary in our watch,And murmur at the long delay,Impatient of our Father’s timeAnd his appointéd way?
Shall we grow weary in our watch,
And murmur at the long delay,
Impatient of our Father’s time
And his appointéd way?
2O, oft a deeper test of faithThan prison-cell, or martyr’s stake,The self-renouncing watchfulnessOf silent prayer may make.
2O, oft a deeper test of faith
Than prison-cell, or martyr’s stake,
The self-renouncing watchfulness
Of silent prayer may make.
3We gird us bravely to rebukeOur erring brother in the wrong;And in the ear of pride and powerOur warning voice is strong.
3We gird us bravely to rebuke
Our erring brother in the wrong;
And in the ear of pride and power
Our warning voice is strong.
4Easier to smite with Peter’s sword,Than watch one hour in humbling prayer;Life’s great things, like the Syrian lord,Our hearts can do and dare.
4Easier to smite with Peter’s sword,
Than watch one hour in humbling prayer;
Life’s great things, like the Syrian lord,
Our hearts can do and dare.
5But, O, we shrink from Jordan’s side,From waters which alone can save;And murmur for Abana’s banksAnd Pharpar’s brighter wave.
5But, O, we shrink from Jordan’s side,
From waters which alone can save;
And murmur for Abana’s banks
And Pharpar’s brighter wave.
6O thou, who in the garden’s shadeDidst wake thy weary ones again,Who slumbered at that fearful hour,Forgetful of thy pain—
6O thou, who in the garden’s shade
Didst wake thy weary ones again,
Who slumbered at that fearful hour,
Forgetful of thy pain—
7Bend o’er us now, as over them,And set our sleep-bound spirits free,Nor leave us slumbering in the watchOur souls should keep with thee!
7Bend o’er us now, as over them,
And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch
Our souls should keep with thee!
Whittier.
8976s & 5s.Psalm 91.God of our salvation!Unto thee we pray;Hear our supplication,Be our strength and stay.2Wretchéd and unworthy,Poor, and sick, and blind,Prostrate we adore thee,Call thy grace to mind.3He that dwelleth near thee,Safely shall abide;Ever love and fear thee,In thy strength confide.4Sure is thy protection,Safe is thy defense,While in deep affliction,Woe, or pestilence.5God of our salvation!Saviour, Prince of Peace,Boundless thy compassion,Infinite thy grace.6While with love unceasing,Humbly we adore;Grant us thy rich blessing,And we ask no more.
6s & 5s.
Psalm 91.
God of our salvation!Unto thee we pray;Hear our supplication,Be our strength and stay.
God of our salvation!
Unto thee we pray;
Hear our supplication,
Be our strength and stay.
2Wretchéd and unworthy,Poor, and sick, and blind,Prostrate we adore thee,Call thy grace to mind.
2Wretchéd and unworthy,
Poor, and sick, and blind,
Prostrate we adore thee,
Call thy grace to mind.
3He that dwelleth near thee,Safely shall abide;Ever love and fear thee,In thy strength confide.
3He that dwelleth near thee,
Safely shall abide;
Ever love and fear thee,
In thy strength confide.
4Sure is thy protection,Safe is thy defense,While in deep affliction,Woe, or pestilence.
4Sure is thy protection,
Safe is thy defense,
While in deep affliction,
Woe, or pestilence.
5God of our salvation!Saviour, Prince of Peace,Boundless thy compassion,Infinite thy grace.
5God of our salvation!
Saviour, Prince of Peace,
Boundless thy compassion,
Infinite thy grace.
6While with love unceasing,Humbly we adore;Grant us thy rich blessing,And we ask no more.
6While with love unceasing,
Humbly we adore;
Grant us thy rich blessing,
And we ask no more.