The Christian Hymn Book A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others (part 3 of 4)

The Christian Hymn Book A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others (part 3 of 4)

2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; And let thy gospel’s joyful sound, With power, reach every heart.

3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast.

4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies.

691 C. M. The house of God.

My soul! how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! ’Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays.

3 There, mighty God! thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still.

692 C. M. What shall I render. Psalm 116:12.

What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made.

3 How happy all thy servants are, How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee.

4 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love.

5 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.

693 C. M. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. Isaiah 40:31.

Come, O thou King of all thy saints, Our humble tribute own, While, with our praises and complaints, We bow before thy throne.

2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise! How should our souls on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies!

3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows! How languid our desire! How dim the sacred passion glows, Till thou the heart inspire!

4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine, And fill thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine, A heaven on earth appear.

694 C. M. Again the Lord of light and life.

Again the Lord of light and life Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O what a Sun which rose this day Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand different lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.

695 C. M. With the pure thou wilt show thyself pure. 2 Sam. 22:27.

The offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice Unless the heart is there.

2 Upon thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude; No tribute but the vow sincere— The tribute of the good.

3 My offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by thee— If thy pure Spirit touch my breast With its own purity.

4 O, may that Spirit warm my heart To piety and love, And to life’s lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above.

696 C. M. Let us go up to the house of the Lord. Psalm 122:1.

Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here.

2 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal.

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow: And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.

4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.

5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessings from above, That we may render praise.

697 C. M. Quicken us, and we will call on thy name. Psalm 80:18.

Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart; Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.

2 Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise Our raptured thoughts explore.

3 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues.

3 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love; Our feeble notes inspire, Till, in thy blissful courts above, We join the heavenly choir.

698 C. M. Early will I seek thee. Psalm 63:1.

Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.

3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.

4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

699 C. M. The morrow after the Sabbath. Lev. 23:11.

Blest day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days: The laborer’s rest, the saint’s delight, The day of prayer and praise.

2 My Saviour’s face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise: And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days.

3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind: And they who do the Lord’s day love, A happy week shall find.

4 This day I must to God appear, For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine.

700 S. M. Stand up and bless the Lord. Neh. 9:5.

Stand up and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 O for the living flame, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And raise to heaven our thought!

3 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers.

4 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth for evermore.

701 S. M. Come, we that love the Lord.

Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from this place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.

3 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From hope and faith may grow.

5 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

6 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We’re marching o’er this hallowed ground To fairer worlds on high.

702 S. M. Come, sound his praise abroad.

Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his work, and not our own; He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.

703 S. M. Blessed they that hunger. Matt. 5:6.

Hungry, and faint, and poor, Behold us, Lord, again Assembled at thy mercy’s door, Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh, Or we would starve indeed; For we no money have to buy, Nor righteousness to plead.

3 The food our spirits want, Thy hand alone can give; O! hear the prayer of faith, and grant That we may eat and live!

704 S. M. As I have seen thee in the sanctuary. Psalm 63:2.

My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail, To taste thy love divine.

2 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.

3 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies; And on thy watchful providence, My cheerful hope relies.

4 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.

705 S. M. Reunion.

And are we yet alive, And see each other’s face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For his preserving grace.

2 What troubles have we seen! What conflicts have we past! Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last.

3 But out of all, the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above.

4 Then let us make our boast Of his redeeming power, Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more.

706 7s. Come into his courts. Psalm 96:8.

To thy temple we repair; Lord, we love to worship there; There, within the vail, we meet Christ upon the mercy-seat.

2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips, inspire our tongue; Then our joyful souls shall bless Christ, the Lord, our Righteousness.

707 7s. The unity of the Spirit. Eph. 4:3.

Father, hear our humble claim; We are met in thy great name; In the midst do thou appear, Manifest thy presence here.

2 Lord, our fellowship increase; Knit us in the bond of peace; Join our hearts, O Father! join Each to each, and all to thine.

3 Build us in one spirit up, Called in one high calling’s hope— One the spirit, one the aim, One the pure baptismal flame.

708 7s. Wait on the Lord, etc. Psalm 27:14.

Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow: O do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; Tune our lips to sing thy praise.

3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee; here we stay; Lord, from hence we would not go, Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down, lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope.

5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick; the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee.

709 8s & 7s. Far from mortal cares retreating.

Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes, and vain desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the Fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes, Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies.

2 Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. Lord, with favor still attend us; Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our Sun, our Shield, defend us; All our hope is from above.

710 8s & 7s. Love divine, all love excelling.

Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling: All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art, Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, O, breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast: Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest. Take away the love of sinning, Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning, Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation, Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation, Perfectly secured by thee; Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise.

711 8s, 7s & 4s. The Lord is in his holy temple. Heb. 2:20.

God is in his holy temple, All the earth keep silence here; Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear; Holy, holy, Lord of hosts, our Lord, appear.

2 God in Christ reveals his presence, Throned upon the mercy-seat: Saints, rejoice! and sinners, tremble! Each prepare his God to meet: Lowly, lowly, Bow adoring at his feet.

3 Hail him here with songs of praises, Him with prayers of faith surround; Hearken to his glorious gospel, While the preacher’s lips expound; Blesséd, blesséd, They who know the joyful sound.

4 Though the heaven, and heaven of heavens, O thou Great Unsearchable! Are too mean to comprehend thee, Thou with man art pleased to dwell; Welcome, welcome, God with us, Immanuel.

712 8s & 6s. At the hour of prayer. Acts 3:1.

Blest is the hour when cares depart, And earthly scenes are far— When tears of woe forget to start, And gently dawns upon the heart Devotion’s holy star.

2 Blest is the place where angels bend To hear our worship rise, Where kindred hearts their musings blend, And all the soul’s affections tend Beyond the vailing skies.

3 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind Man to his work of love— Bind him to cheer the humble mind, Console the weeping, lead the blind, And guide to joys above.

4 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, Saviour divine, to thee, When they whose work is finished well, In thy own courts of rest shall dwell, Blest through eternity.

713 8s, 7s & 4s. Rejoice with trembling. Psalm 2:11.

In thy name, O Lord, assembling, We thy people, now draw near; Teach us to rejoice with trembling; O that we this day may hear— Hear with meekness— Hear thy word with godly fear.

2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee! Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, We would run, nor weary be, Till thy glory, Without clouds, in heaven we see.

3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore; Tasting of enjoyment greater Than they could conceive before; Full enjoyment— Holy bliss for evermore.

714 H. M. Longing for the house of God.

Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples, are! To thy abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God.

2 O, happy souls, who pray Where God appoints to hear! O, happy men, who pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion’s hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King Shall thither bring our willing feet.

CLOSING HYMNS.

715 L. M. He shall go in and out and find pasture. John 10:9.

Now may the Lord our Shepherd lead To living streams his little flock; May he in flowery pastures feed; Shade us at noon beneath the rock!

2 Now may we hear our Shepherd’s voice, And gladly answer to his call; Now may our hearts for him rejoice, Who knows, and names, and loves us all.

3 When the Chief Shepherd shall appear, And small and great before him stand, O, be the flock assembling here Found with the sheep on his right hand!

716 L. M. Walking with God.

Through all this life’s eventful road, Fain would I walk with thee, my God, And find thy presence light around, And every step on holy ground.

2 Each blessing would I trace to thee; In every grief, thy mercy see; And through the paths of duty move, Conscious of thine encircling love.

3 And when the angel Death stands by, Be this my strength, that thou art nigh; And this my joy, that I shall be With those who dwell in light with thee.

717 L. M. The Lord bless thee, and keep thee. Num. 6:24.

Ere to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, Thy grace, once more, O God, we crave, From folly and from sin to save.

2 May the great truths we here have heard— The lessons of thy holy Word— Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep, And all our souls from error keep.

3 O, may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above.

718 L. M. Let all the people praise thee. Psalm 67:5.

From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator’s praise arise: Let the Redeemer’s name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

719 L. M. Grapes from Eshcol. Num. 13:24.

Happy the saints whose lot is cast Where oft is heard the gospel sound; The word is pleasing to their taste, A healing balm for every wound.

2 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their Saviour oft have met; And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget.

3 This favored lot, my friends, is ours; May we the privilege improve, And find these consecrated hours Sweet earnests of the joys above.

720 L. M. A parting hymn.

Come, Christian brethren, ere we part, Join every voice and every heart; One solemn hymn to God we raise, One final song of grateful praise.

2 Christians, we here may meet no more; But there is yet a happier shore; And there, released from toil and pain, Dear brethren, we shall meet again.

721 L. M. Bid us all depart in peace.

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord; Help us to feed upon thy word; All that has been amiss, forgive, And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good; Cleanse all our sins in Jesus’ blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace.

722 L. M. I will not forget thy word. Psalm 119:16.

Lord, how delightful ’tis to see A whole assembly worship thee, At once they sing, at once they pray! They hear of heaven, and learn the way.

2 O write upon my memory, Lord, The text and doctrine of thy word; That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before.

723 L. M. D. Striving together for the faith, etc. Phil. 1:27.

Lord, cause thy face on us to shine; Give us thy peace, and seal us thine; Teach us to prize the means of grace, And love thine earthly dwelling-place, One is our faith, and one our Lord; One body, spirit, hope, reward: May we in one communion be, One with each other, one with thee.

2 Bless all whose voice salvation brings, Who minister in holy things; Our pastors, rulers, deacons, bless; Clothe them with zeal and righteousness: Let many in the judgment day, Turned from the error of their way, Their hope, their joy, their crown, appear: Save those who preach, and those who hear.

724 L. M. Lord, now we part in thy blest name.

Lord, now we part in thy blest name, In which we here together came; Grant us our few remaining days, To work thy will and spread thy praise.

2 Teach us, in life and death, to bless Thee, Lord, our strength and righteousness; And grant us all to meet above, Where we shall better sing thy love!

725 L. M. The pillar and cloud.

O present still, though still unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray!

2 And, 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.

726 L. M. “Up to the hills, I lift mine eyes.” Psalm 121.

Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th’ eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives, There my almighty Refuge lives.

2 He lives—the everlasting God That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles bless all the day; He spreads the evening vail, and keeps The silent hours, while Israel sleeps.

4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian’s wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise.

5 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare.

727 L. M. Give him the thanks his love demands.

To God the great, the ever-blest, Let songs of honor be addressed! His mercy firm for ever stands; Give him the thanks his love demands!

2 Who knows the wonder of his ways? Who can make known his boundless praise? Blest are the souls that fear him still, And learn submission to his will.

728 L. M. Doxology.

Praise God, ye heavenly hosts above! Praise him all creatures of his love! Praise him each morning, noon and night, Praise him with holy sweet delight!

729 C. M. Thou leadest thy people like a flock. Psalm 77:20.

Thou art our Shepherd, glorious God! Thy little flock behold, And guide us by thy staff and rod, The children of thy fold.

2 We praise thy name that we were brought To this delightful place, Where we are watched, and warned, and taught, The children of thy grace.

3 May all our friends, thy servants here, Meet with us all above, And we and they in heaven appear, The children of thy love.

730 C. M. Prayer for divine direction.

Internal Source of life and light! Supremely good and wise! To thee we bring our grateful vows, To thee lift up our eyes.

2 Our dark and erring minds illume With truth’s celestial rays; Inspire our hearts with sacred love, And tune our lips to praise.

3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace, Through life’s perplexing road; And place us, when that journey’s o’er, At thy right hand, O God!

731 C. M. The seed of the word.

O God, by whom the seed is given, By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast;

2 Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry’s sun’s intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care!

3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, Do thou thy grace supply; The hope, in earthly furrows sown, Shall ripen in the sky.

732 C. M. Parting in hope.

Lord, when together here we meet, And taste thy heavenly grace, Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, We’re loath to leave the place.

2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will That we must part again, O let thy gracious presence still With every one remain!

3 Then let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, Till we, around thy glorious throne, Shall joyous meet above:

4 Where sin and sorrow from each heart Shall then for ever fly, And not one thought that we shall part Once interrupt our joy.

733 C. M. The good Seed.

Almighty God, thy word is cast Like seed into the ground; Now let the dew of heaven descend, And righteous fruits abound.

2 Let not the foe of Christ and man This holy seed remove: But give it root in every heart, To bring forth fruits of love.

734 C. M. Glory to God.

Glory to God! who deigns to bless This consecrated day, Unfolds his wondrous promises, And makes it sweet to pray.

2 Glory to God! who deigns to hear The humblest sigh we raise, And answers every heartfelt prayer, And hears our hymn of praise.

735 S. M. Peace I leave with you. John 14:27.

Lord, at this closing hour, Establish every heart Upon thy word of truth and power To keep us when we part.

2 Peace to our brethren give; Fill all our hearts with love; In faith and patience may we live, And seek our rest above.

3 Through changes, bright or drear, We would thy will pursue; And toil to spread thy kingdom here Till we its glory view.

4 To God, the Only Wise, In every age adored; Let glory from the church arise Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

736 S. M. To the only wise God, our Saviour. Jude 24;25.

To God, the Only Wise, Our Saviour and our King; Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

2 ’Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserve us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer, God, Wisdom and power belong, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting song.

737 S. M. God be merciful to us. Psalm 67:1.

To bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine;—

2 That so thy wondrous way May through the world be known: While distant lands their homage pay, And thy salvation own.

3 Let all the nations join To celebrate thy fame; And all the world, Lord, combine, To praise thy glorious name.

738 S. M. Waiting in hope.

Soon we shall meet again When all our toils are o’er, Where sin, and death, and grief, and pain, And parting are no more.

2 O, happy, happy day That calls thy exiles home; The flaming heavens shall pass away, The earth receive her doom.

3 Saviour, we wait the sound That shall our souls release, And labor that we may be found Of thee in perfect peace.

739 S. M. Absent in the flesh—present in the spirit.

And let our bodies part, To different climes repair; Still and for ever joined in heart The friends of Jesus are.

2 O let us still proceed In Jesus’ work below; And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go.

3 O let our heart and mind, Great God, to thee ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end;

4 Where all our toils are o’er, Our suffering and our pain: Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again.

740 S. M. The spread of truth.

Thy name, almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands: Great is thy grace, and sure thy word; Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honor spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more.

741 S. M. Blessedness of the pure in heart.

Blest are the pure in heart For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is his abode.

2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his temple and his throne Selects the pure in heart.

742 7s. peculiar. Head of the Church triumphant.

Head of the Church triumphant! We joyfully adore thee; Till thou appear, thy members here Shall sing like those in glory.

2 We lift our hearts and voices In blest anticipation, And cry aloud, and give to God The praise of our salvation.

743 7s. Psalm 117.

All ye nations, praise the Lord; All ye lands, your voices raise; Heaven and earth, with loud accord Praise the Lord, for ever praise.

2 For his truth and mercy stand, Past, and present, and to be, Like the years of his right hand, Like his own eternity.

744 7s. Supplication—with thanksgiving. Phil. 4:6.

Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, henceforth, how to live With eternity in view.

2 Blest thy word to old and young, Grant us, Lord, thy peace and love; And, when life’s short race is run, Take us to thy house above.

745 7s, double. Guide us, Lord.

Guide us, Lord! while, hand in hand, Journing toward the better land; Foes we know are to be met, Snares the pilgrim’s path beset; Clouds upon the valley rest, Rough and dark the mountain’s breast; And our home can not be gained, Save through trials well sustained.

2 Guide us while we onward move, Linked in closest bonds of love, Striving for the holy mind, And the soul from sense refined; That when life no longer burns, And the dust to dust returns, With the strength which thou hast given, We may rise to thee and heaven.

746 7s. The God of Peace—make you perfect. Heb. 13:20.

Now may he, who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, Jesus Christ our King and Head, All our souls in safety keep!

2 May he teach us to fulfill What is pleasing in his sight; Perfect us in all his will, And preserve us day and night.

3 Great Redeemer! thee we praise, Who the covenant sealed with blood While our hearts and voices raise Loud thanksgiving unto God.

747 7s. Col 1:11, 12.

Glorious in thy saints appear; Plant thy heavenly kingdom here; Light and life to all impart; Shine on each believing heart;

2 And, in every grace complete, Make us, Lord, for glory meet; Till we stand before thy sight, Partners with the saints in light.

748 7s. I will never leave thee. Heb. 13:5.

For a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend.

2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer; Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep.

3 In thy strength may we be strong; Sweeten every cross and pain; Give us, if thou wilt, ere long Here to meet in peace again.

749 7s. double. Doxology.

Father! glory be to thee, Source of all the good we see! Glory for the blesséd Light Rising on the ancient night! Glory for the hopes that come Streaming through the silent tomb! Glory for thy Spirit given, Guiding us in peace to heaven!

750 8s & 7s. The salutation of peace.

Peace be to this congregation! Peace to every heart therein! Peace, the earnest of salvation, Peace, the fruit of conquered sin;

2 Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver, Peace, to worldly minds unknown, Peace, that floweth, as a river, From the eternal Source alone.

3 O thou God of Peace! be near us, Fix within our hearts thy home; With thy bright appearing cheer us, In thy blesséd freedom come.

4 Come, with all thy revelations, Truth which we so long have sought; Come with thy deep consolations, Peace of God which passeth thought!

751 8s & 7s. Closing hymn.

Israel’s Shepherd, guide me, feed me, Through my pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead me, Where thy flock rejoicing go.

2 Lord, thy guardian presence ever, Meekly kneeling, I implore; I have found thee, and would never, Never wander from thee more.

752 8s & 7s. Apostolic benediction.

May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, And the Father’s boundless love, With the Holy Spirit’s favor, Rest upon us from above.

2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth can not afford.

753 8s & 7s. Praise to Christ.

Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Be to him who reigns above! Young and old thy Name confessing, Saviour! let us share thy love!

2 As the saints in heaven adore thee, We would bow before thy throne; As thine angels bow before thee, So on earth thy will be done!

754 8s, 7s & 4s. Dismission.

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; O refresh us! Traveling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give and adoration For the gospel’s joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May thy presence With us evermore be found.

3 So, whene’er the signal’s given Us from earth to call away; Borne on angel’s wings to heaven Glad the summons to obey, May we ready, Rise and reign in endless day.

755 8s, 7s & 4s. Keep us, Lord.

Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us ever! Vain our hope, if left by thee; We are thine; oh, leave us never, Till thy glorious face we see! Then to praise thee Through a bright eternity.

2 Precious is thy word of promise, Precious to thy people here; Never take thy presence from us, Jesus, Saviour, still be near; Living, dying, May thy name our spirits cheer.

756 8s, 7s & 4s. God of our salvation, hear us.

God of our salvation, hear us; Bless, O bless us, ere we go; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow; Saviour, keep us— Keep us safe from every foe.

2 As our steps are drawing nearer To the place we call our home, May our view of heaven grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; And when dying, May thy presence cheer the gloom.

757 7s & 6s. Praise for salvation.

To thee be praise for ever, Thou glorious King of kings! Thy wondrous love and favor Each ransomed spirit sings.

2 We’ll celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And shout the joyful story Of thy redeeming love.

758 H. M. To God, and the word of his grace. Acts 20:32.

To thee our wants are known, From thee are all our powers; Accept what is thine own, And pardon what is ours: Our praises, Lord, and prayers, receive, And to thy words a blessing give.

2 O, grant that each of us Now met before thee here, May meet together thus, When thou and thine appear: To thy blest presence may we come And dwell in an eternal home.

759 P. M. Show me a token for good. Psalm 86:17.

Of thy love some gracious token Grant us, Lord, before we go; Bless thy word which has been spoken; Life and peace on all bestow! When we join the world again, Let our hearts with thee remain; O direct us And protect us, Till we gain the heavenly shore Where thy people want no more!

THE NEW LIFE—TRUST AND JOY.

760 L. M. The peace of God. Phil. 4:7.

O peace of God, sweet peace of God! Where broods on earth this gentle dove! Where spread those pure and downy wings To shelter him whom God doth love?

2 Whence comes this blessing of the soul, This silent joy which can not fade? This glory, tranquil, holy, bright, Pervading sorrow’s deepest shade?

3 The peace of God, the peace of God! It shines as clear ’mid cloud and storm As in the calmest summer day, ’Mid chill as in the sunlight warm.

4 O peace of God! earth hath no power To shed thine unction o’er the heart; Its smile can never bring it here— Its frown ne’er bid its light depart.

5 Calm peace of God, in holy trust, In love and faith, thy presence dwells— In patient suffering and toil Where mercy’s gentle tear-drop swells.

6 Sweet peace! O let thy heavenly ray Shed its calm radiance o’er my road; Its kindly light shall cheer me on— Guide to the endless peace of God.

761 L. M. God our Father.

Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power? My Father! let me turn to thee, And set each thought of darkness free.

2 Is there a time of rushing grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief? My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume.

3 Is there an hour of peace and joy When hope is all my soul’s employ? My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with thee, their home.

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene, The glow of life, the dying hour, Shall own my Father’s grace and power.

762 L. M. D. The secret place of the Most High. Psalm 91:1.

O this is blessing, this is rest! Into thine arms, O Lord! I flee; I hide me in thy faithful breast, And pour out all my soul to thee, Now, hushing every adverse sound, Songs of defense my soul surround, As if all saints encamped about One trusting heart, pursued by doubt.

2 And O, how solemn, yet how sweet, Their one assured, persuasive strain! “The Lord of hosts is thy retreat, Still in his hands thy times remain.” O tender word! O truth divine! Lord, I am altogether thine; I have bowed down, I need not flee; Peace, peace is found in trusting thee.

3 And now I count supremely kind The rule that once I thought severe; And precious, to my altered mind, At length thy kind reproofs appear. I must be taught what I would know, I must be led where I should go: And all the rest ordained for me, Is to be found in trusting thee.

763 L. M. The repose of faith.

O Father! gladly we repose Our souls on thee, who dwellest above, And bless thee for the peace which flows From faith in thine encircling love.

2 Though every earthly trust may break, Infinite might belongs to thee; Though every earthly friend forsake, Unchangeable thou still wilt be.

3 Though griefs may gather darkly round, They can not vail us from thy sight; Though vain all human aid be found, Thou every grief canst turn to light.

4 All things thy wise designs fulfill, In earth beneath, and heaven above, And good breaks out from every ill, Through faith in thine encircling love.

764 L. M. 6 lines. God is my light and my salvation. Psalm 27:1.

Fountain of light, and living breath, Whose mercies never fail nor fade, Fill me with life that hath no death, Fill me with light that hath no shade; Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy power, and sing thy praise.

2 O Lord, our God, before whose throne Stand storms and fire, O what shall we Return to heaven, that is our own, When all the world belongs to thee? We have no offering to impart, But praises, and a broken heart.

3 O thou who sittest in heaven and seest My deeds without, my thoughts within, Be thou my prince, be thou my priest— Command my soul, and cure my sin: How bitter my afflictions be, I care not, so I rise to thee.

4 What I possess, or what I crave, Brings no content, great God, to me, If what I would, or what I have, Be not possessed and blest in thee: What I enjoy, O, make it mine, In making me—that have it—thine.

765 L. M. I delight to do thy will, O my God. Psalm 40:8.

O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart; Henceforth my chief delight shall be To dedicate myself to thee, To thee, my God, to thee.

2 Whate’er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee, On thee, my God, on thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And, wheresoe’er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee, To thee, my God, to thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing, And safe beneath thy sheltering wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee, In thee, my God, in thee.

766 L. M. 6 lines. My soul trusteth in thee. Psalm 57:1.

Do not I trust in thee, O Lord? Do I not rest in thee alone? Is not the comfort of thy word The sweetest cordial I have known? When vexed with care, bowed down with grief, Where else could I obtain relief?

2 And is it not my chief desire To feel as if a stranger here? Do not my hopes and thoughts aspire Beyond this transitory sphere? And art thou not, while here I roam, My hope, my hiding-place, my home?

3 O, yes! these things are ever true; Thy promise is for ever sure; And all I now am passing through, And all that I may still endure, Will but endear thy word to me, And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee.

4 And now on thee I cast my soul, Come life or death, come ease or pain; Thy presence can each fear control, Thy grace can to the end sustain: Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend, Thou lovest even to the end!

767 L. M. Repose in God’s wisdom.

Whither, O whither should I fly, But to my loving Father’s breast! Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest!

2 In all my ways thy hand I own, Thy ruling providence I see: Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to thee.

3 I have no skill the snare to shun; But thou, O God, my wisdom art; I ever into ruin run; But thou art greater than my heart.

4 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone.

768 L. M. 6 lines. He leadeth me.

“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought, O! words with heavenly comfort fraught, Whate’er I do, whate’er I be, Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me.

2 Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom; By waters still, o’er troubled sea— Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hands in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine— Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis my God that leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory’s won; E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me! He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me.

769 C. M. Thou art my soul’s bright morning star.

My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, The comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul’s bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, And run with joy the shining way To meet my dearest Lord.

770 C. M. Rejoice in the Lord always. Phil. 4:4.

Rejoice, believers in the Lord, Who makes your cause his own; The hope that’s built upon his word, Can ne’er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road, And feeble is your arm, Your life is hid in Christ your God Beyond the reach of harm.

3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint, Or fainting, shall not die; Jesus, the strength of every saint, Will aid you from on high.

4 As surely as he overcame, And triumphed once for you; So surely you that love his name, Shall triumph in him too.

771 C. M. Call me thy servant, Lord.

O not to fill the mouth of fame, My longing soul is stirred: But give me a diviner name; Call me thy servant, Lord!

2 No longer would my soul be known As uncontrolled and free; O, not mine own! O, not mine own! Lord, I belong to thee.

3 Thy servant—me thy servant choose, Nought of thy claim abate! The glorious name I would not lose, Nor change the sweet estate.

4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, This is the name for me; And be the same dear title given Through all eternity.

772 C. M. Psalm 1.

Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet, Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord, Has placed his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night.

3 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine: While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine.

4 Not so the impious and unjust: What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm.

5 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appoints his saints a place.

6 His eyes behold the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell.

773 C. M. D. O lead us gently on.

Father of love, our Guide and Friend, O, lead us gently on, Until life’s trial-time shall end, And heavenly peace be won! We know not what the path may be As yet by us untrod; But we can trust our all to thee, Our Father and our God.

2 If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb The hill of sacrifice, Some angel may be there in time; Deliverance shall arise: Or, if some darker lot be good, O, teach us to endure The sorrow, pain, or solitude, That make the spirit pure!

774 C. M. Thou art my portion, O Lord. Psalm 119:57.

Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t’ obey thy word, And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies.

4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways; Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine; O, save thy servant, Lord: Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in thy word.

775 C. M. 6 lines. The spirit of a little child.

Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me; The changes that will surely come, I do not fear to see: I ask thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing thee.

2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And wipe the weeping eyes; A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, That seeks for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know: I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe’er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts, To keep and cultivate; A work of lowly love to do For him on whom I wait.

776 C. M. Christ loved unseen. 1 Peter 1:8.

Jesus, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thine! The vail of sense hangs dark between Thy blesséd face and mine!

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, Yet art thou oft with me; And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot, As where I meet with thee.

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, When slumbers o’er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought, And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone; I love thee, dearest Lord! and will, Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart, The rending vail shall thee reveal, All glorious as thou art!

777 C. L. M. Job. 1:21.

When I can trust my all with God, In trial’s fearful hour— Bow all resigned beneath his rod, And bless his sparing power; A joy springs up amid distress, A fountain in the wilderness.

2 O! to be brought to Jesus’ feet, Though trials fix me there, Is still a privilege most sweet; For he will hear my prayer; Though sighs and tears its language be, The Lord is nigh to answer me.

3 Then, blesséd be the hand that gave, Still blesséd when it takes; Blesséd be he who smites to save, Who heals the heart he breaks; Perfect and true are all his ways, Whom heaven adores and death obeys.

778 S. M. That Rock was Christ. 1 Cor. 10:4.

Israel the desert trod, Sustained by power divine, While wondrous mercy marked the road With many a mystic sign.

2 When Moses gave the stroke, From Horeb’s flinty side Issued a river, and the rock The Hebrew’s thirst supplied.

3 But O! what nobler themes Does gospel grace afford! From Calvary spring superior streams— There hung the smitten Lord!

4 Of every hope bereft, Sinners to Jesus go; Behold the Rock of Ages cleft, And living currents flow.

5 Here may our spirits bathe, Here may our joys abound! Till (passed the wilderness and death) We tread celestial ground.

779 S. M. Having all in Christ.

My spirit on thy care, Blest Saviour, I recline; Thou wilt not leave me to despair, For thou art love divine.

2 In thee I place my trust; On thee I calmly rest: I know thee good, I know thee just, And count thy choice the best.

3 Whate’er events betide, Thy will they all perform; Safe in thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm.

4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me— Secure of having thee in all Of having all in thee.

780 7s. Make me like a little child.

Jesus, cast a look on me! Give me true simplicity: Make me poor and keep me low, Seeking only thee to know.

2 All that feeds my busy pride, Cast it evermore aside: Bid my will to thine submit: Lay me humbly at thy feet.

3 Make me like a little child, Simple, teachable, and mild; Seeing only in thy light; Walking only in thy might!

4 Leaning on thy loving breast, Where a weary soul may rest; Feeling well the peace of God Flowing from thy precious blood!

781 P. M. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel. Psalm 73:24.

My Shepherd’s mighty aid, His dear redeeming love, His all-protecting power displayed, I joy to prove. Led onward by my Guide, I tread the beauteous scene, Where tranquil waters gently glide Through pastures green.

2 In error’s maze my soul Shall wander now no more; His Spirit shall, with sweet control, The lost restore. My willing steps he’ll lead In paths of righteousness; His power defend, his bounty feed, His mercy bless.

3 Affliction’s deepest gloom Shall but his love display; He will the vale of death illume With living ray. I lean upon his rod, And thankfully adore; My heart shall vindicate my God For evermore.

4 His goodness ever nigh, His mercy ever free, Shall while I live, shall when I die Still follow me. For ever shall my soul His boundless blessings prove, And, while eternal ages roll, Adore and love.

782 7s. The pearl of great price.

’Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasure while we live; ’Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die.

2 After death, its joys will be Lasting as eternity! Be the living God my friend, Then my bliss shall never end.

783 8s & 7s. Except the Lord build the house. Psalm 127:1.

Vainly through night’s weary hours, Keep we watch lest foes alarm; Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, But for God’s protecting arm.

2 Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless; Vain, without his grace and favor, Every talent we possess.

3 Vainer still the hope of heaven That on human strength relies; But to him shall help be given Who in humble faith applies.

4 Seek we, then, the Lord’s Anointed; He shall grant us peace and rest: Ne’er was suppliant disappointed Who through Christ his prayer addressed.

784 7s. 1 John 4:19.

Saviour! teach me, day by day, Love’s sweet lessons to obey; Sweeter lessons can not be, Loving him who first loved me.

2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me.

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me.

4 Love in loving finds employ— In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me.

5 Thus may I rejoice to show That I feel the love I owe; Singing, till thy face I see, Of his love who first loved me.

785 7s & 6s. I will fear no evil. Psalm 23:4.

In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me, No want shall turn me back: My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim; He knows the way he taketh, And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o’er me, Where the dark clouds have been. My hope I can not measure, My path to life is free, My Saviour has my treasure, And he will walk with me.

786 6s & 4s. Be thou my strong Rock. Psalm 31:2.

O strong to save and bless, My Rock and Righteousness, Draw near to me; Blessing, and joy, and might, Wisdom, and love, and light, Are all with thee.

2 My Refuge and my Rest, As child on mother’s breast I lean on thee; From faintness and from fear, When foes and ill are near, Deliver me.

3 O, answer me, my God; Thy love is deep and broad, Thy grace is true; Thousands this grace have shared; O, let me now be heard, O, love me, too.

787 P. M. It is well. 2 Kings 4:26.

Through the love of God our Saviour, All will be well: Free and changeless is his favor; All, all is well: Precious is the blood that healed us; Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us; All must be well;

2 Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well: Ours is such a full salvation; All, all is well: Happy, still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding, All must be well.

3 We expect a bright to-morrow; All will be well; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well; On our Father’s love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well.

788 4s & 6s. Trust in God amid perils.

In time of fear, When trouble’s near, I look to thine abode; Though helpers fail, And foes prevail, I’ll put my trust in God.

2 And what is life But toil and strife? What terror has the grave? Thine arm of power, In peril’s hour, The trembling soul will save.

3 In darkest skies, Though storms arise, I will not be dismayed: O God of light, And boundless might, My soul on thee is stayed!

789 11s. Acquaint now thyself with him. Job. 22:21.

Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road; And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

2 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God; And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path; Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.

790 11s. Heb. 12:2.

O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore, Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more: The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.

3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round: They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see.

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.

791 10s. Complete in Christ.

Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest; Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in his sheltering breast, Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come: With him I found a home, a rest divine; And I since then am his, and he is mine.

2 Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things, Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power, The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings, Could tempt me to forego his love an hour. Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine! Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.

3 The good I have is from his stores supplied; The ill is only what he deems the best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside; And poor without him, though of all possest: Changes may come; I take, or I resign; Content, while I am his, while he is mine.

792 11s. Precious promises.

How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he has said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.

3 Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed! I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress.

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply: The flame shall not hurt you: I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.

6 E’en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose, I will not, I can not, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!

793 10s. Rejoicing in hope. Rom. 12:12.

Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers, sing as I come— Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home! Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to the land of bright spirits I go; Pilgrim and stranger, no more shall I roam: Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

2 Friends fondly cherished, but passed on before; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; Singing to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom: Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home. Sounds of sweet melody full on my ear; Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome— Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

3 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low, Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb! Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn; Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone; Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

794 P. M. Behold the fowls of the air. Matt. 6:26.

The child leans on its parent’s breast, Leaves there its cares, and is at rest; The bird sits singing by his nest, And tells aloud His trust in God, and so is blest ’Neath every cloud.

2 He has no store, he sows no seed; Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed; By flowing stream or grassy mead, He sings to shame Men, who forget, in fear of need, A Father’s name.

3 The heart that trusts for ever sings, And feels as light as it had wings; A well of peace within it springs: Come good or ill, Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings, It is his will!

795 C. P. M. Matthew 14:28, 29.

He bids us come; his voice we know, And boldly on the waters go, To him our Christ and Lord; We walk on life’s tempestuous sea, For he who died to set us free Hath called us by his word.

2 Secure from troubled waves we tread, Nor all the storms around us heed, While to our Lord we look; O’er every fierce temptation bound— The billows yield a solid ground, The wave is firm as rock.

3 But if from him we turn our eye, And see the raging floods run high, And feel our fears within; Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail, Reason and unbelief prevail, And sink us into sin.

4 Lord, we our feeble faith confess; That little spark of faith increase, That we may doubt no more; But fix on thee our steady eye, And on thine outstretched arm rely, Till all the storm is o’er.

796 P. M. Rest, weary heart.

Rest, weary heart, From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and light at last; Cast off the cares that have so long opprest; Rest, sweetly rest!

2 Rest, weary head! Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb; Light from above has broken through its gloom; Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, Where he shall wake thee on a future day, Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast, Rest, sweetly rest!

3 Rest, spirit free! In the green pastures of the heavenly shore, Where sin and sorrow can approach no more; With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed, Beside the streams of life eternal led, For ever with thy God and Saviour blest, Rest, sweetly rest!

797 P. M. The bright and morning star. Rev. 22:16.

Star of morn and even, Sun of Heaven’s heaven, Saviour high and dear, Toward us turn thine ear; Through whate’er may come, Thou canst lead us home.

2 Though the gloom be grievous, Those we leant on leave us, Though the coward heart Quit its proper part, Though the tempter come, Thou wilt lead us home.

3 Saviour pure and holy, Lover of the lowly, Sign us with thy sign, Take our hands in thine; Take our hands and come, Lead thy children home!

4 Star of morn and even, Shine on us from heaven; From thy glory-throne Hear thy very own! Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home!

798 P. M. I will not let thee go.

I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need, Heap ill on ill, I trust thee still, E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed! Do as thou wilt with me, I yet will cling to thee, Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need, I will not let thee go!

2 I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss? No, Lord, thou’rt mine, And I am thine: Thee will I hold when all things else I miss; Though dark and sad the night, Joy cometh with thy light, O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss? I will not let thee go!

3 I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord! Not death can tear Me from his care, Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured. Thou diedst for love to me, I say in love to thee, E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord, I will not let thee go!

799 7s, peculiar. They shall never perish. John 10:28.

Now as long as here I roam, On this earth have house and home, Shall the light of love from thee Shine through all my memory, To my God I yet will cling, All my life the praises sing That from thankful hearts outspring.

2 Every sorrow, every smart, That the Father’s loving heart Hath appointed me of yore, Or hath yet for me in store, As my life flows on I’ll take Calmly, gladly for his sake, No more faithless murmurs make.

3 I will meet distress and pain, I will greet e’en death’s dark reign, I will lay me in the grave, With a heart still glad and brave, Whom the strongest doth defend, Whom the highest counts his friend, Can not perish in the end.

800 P. M. The shining shore.

My days are gliding swiftly by, And I a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly— Those hours of toil and danger. CHORUS. For O! we stand on Jordan’s strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover.

2 We’ll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing.

4 Let sorrow’s rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says, “Come,” and there’s our home, For ever, O! for ever.

801 P. M. Still will we trust.

Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary, And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod; Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary, Still will we trust in God!

2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed, And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; Through him alone who hath our way appointed, We find our peace again.

3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed; Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind.

4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows, And day pour gladness through his golden gates; Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadows Where joy our coming waits.

5 Let us press on in patient self-denial, Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss— Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial; Our crown, beyond the Cross.

802 P. M. God doth not leave his own.

God doth not leave his own! The night of weeping for a time may last; Then, tears all past, His going forth shall as the morning shine; The sunrise of his favors shall be thine— God doth not leave his own.

2 God doth not leave his own! Though “few and evil” all their days appear, Though grief and fear Come in the train of earth and hell’s dark crowd, The trusting heart says, even in the cloud, God doth not leave his own.

3 God doth not leave his own! This sorrow in their life he doth permit, Yea, useth it To speed his children on their heavenward way. He guides the winds—Faith, Hope and Love all say God doth not leave his own.

803 8s & 4s. Trust.

I know not if or dark or bright Shall be my lot; If that wherein my hopes delight Be best, or not.

2 It may be mine to drag for years Toil’s heavy chain; Or day and night my meat be tears On bed of pain.

3 Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee; Or I may dwell alone, and mirth Be strange to me.

4 My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine; And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine.

5 One who has known in storms to sail I have on board; Above the raving of the gale I hear my Lord.

804 P. M. Nearer.

We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Before our eyes Dark mists arise, And vail the glories from the skies: We are too far from thee.

2 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee. Fierce pains oppress, Dark cares distress, Made darker by our loneliness: We are too far from thee.

3 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Dark waters roll Above the soul; Striving to reach the heavenly goal, We are too far from thee.

4 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, Alone, afraid, Our path is laid In darkness; send thy heavenly aid; We are too far from thee.

5 We are too far from thee, our Saviour, Too far from thee, E’en if thy rod Bring us to God, In meekness be the pathway trod, If it but lead to God.

6 Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour, More close to thee, Let come what will Of good or ill, ’Tis one to us, well knowing still Thou drawest us to thee.

805 P. M. I have given him for a leader. Isaiah 55:4.

Jesus! guide our way To eternal day! So shall we, no more delaying, Follow thee, thy voice obeying; Lead us by the hand To our Father’s land!

2 When we danger meet, Steadfast make our feet! Lord, preserve us uncomplaining ’Mid the darkness round us reigning! Through adversity Lies our way to thee.

3 Order all our way Through this mortal day; In our toil with aid be near us; In our need with succor cheer us; When life’s course is o’er, Open thou the door!

ASPIRATIONS.

806 L. M. And dying is but going home.

Now let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting vail, and see The glories of eternity.

2 Born by new, celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth? Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, So near to heaven’s eternal joys?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, While we are walking back to God? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large, Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell.

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below.

807 L. M. That I may win Christ. Phil. 3:8.

Jesus, my love, my chief delight, For thee I long, for thee I pray, Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day.

2 When shall I see thy smiling face, That face which I have often seen? Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness! Scatter the clouds that intervene.

3 Thou art the glorious gift of God, To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all his gifts bestowed, And certain pledge of all the rest.

4 Since I can say this gift is mine, I’ll tread the world beneath my feet, No more at poverty repine, Nor envy the rich sinner’s state.

808 L. M. Col. 3:3, 4.

What sinners value I resign, Lord! ’tis enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Has joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour’s image rise.

809 L. M. Search me, God, and know my heart. Psalm 139:23.

O thou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee; O, burst these bonds, and set it free.

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

4 When rising floods my soul o’erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe— Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head and cheer my heart.

5 Saviour, where’er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; O, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill.

810 L. M. That they be with me where I am. John 17:24.

Let me be with thee where thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest!

2 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where spotless saints thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more!

3 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where none can die, where none remove; There neither death nor life will part Me from thy presence and thy love!

811 C. M. A new heart.

O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free, A heart that always feels the blood So freely shed for me.

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer’s throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, Confiding, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within.

4 A heart in ev’ry thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right, and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, impart; Direct me from above; May thy dear name be near my heart, That dear, best name is Love.

812 C. M. Longing for Heaven.

Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh, When will the moment come, When I shall lay my armor by, And dwell in peace at home?

Chorus.—O, this is not my home, O, this is not my home: This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home.

2 No tranquil joy on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome; This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home.

3 When by affliction sharply tried, I view the gaping tomb, Although I dread death’s chilling tide, Yet still I sigh for home.

4 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom, I long to quit the unhallowed ground, And dwell with Christ at home.

813 C. M. The true riches.

You glittering toys of earth, adieu, A nobler choice be mine; A real prize attracts my view— A treasure all divine.

2 Away, unworthy of my cares, You specious baits of sense; Inestimable worth appears, The pearl of price immense!

3 Jesus to multitudes unknown— O name divinely sweet! Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honor, pleasure meet.

4 Should both the Indies, at my call, Their boasted stores resign, With joy I would renounce them all, For leave to call thee mine.

5 Should earth’s vain treasures all depart Of this dear gift possessed, I’d clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest.

6 Blest Sovereign of my soul’s desires, Thy love is bliss divine; Accept the praise that love inspires, Since I can call thee mine!

814 C. M. Where thou art is heaven.

Jesus hath died that I might live, Might live to God alone; In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one,

2 My soul breaks out in strong desire The perfect bliss to prove; My longing heart is all on fire To be dissolved in love.

3 Give me thyself. From every boast From every wish, set free, Let all I am in thee be lost; But give thyself to me.

4 Thy gifts, alas! can not suffice, Unless thyself be given; Thy presence makes my Paradise, And where thou art, is heaven!

815 C. M. To them that look for him. Heb. 9:28.

Awake, you saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies; Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes.

4 You wheels of nature, speed your course, You mortal powers, decay; Fast as you bring the night of death, You bring eternal day.

816 C. M. We are his workmanship. Eph. 2:10.

I am thy workmanship, O Lord! And unto thee belong; Thou art my shield, my Great Reward, My Glory, and my song.

2 Surround me with thy guardian might, Uphold me with thy grace; Unharmed, conduct me through the fight; Unwearied, through the race.

3 Make me a weapon of thy power, An angel of thy will; To thee devoted, let each hour Its happy task fulfill.

4 Yet dare not I, a child of dust Thus plead my filial claim, But as in him is all my trust, Who bears a Saviour’s name.

817 C. M. So great a cloud of witnesses. Heb. 12:1.

Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see The saints above, how great their joys How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below, And bathed their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod; His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possessed the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Shows the same path to heaven.

818 C. M. O that I had wings like a dove. Psalm 55:6.

The dove, let loose in eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam;—

2 But high she shoots through air and light Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft, through faith’s serener air, To urge my course to thee;—

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, My soul as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way Thy freedom on her wings.

819 C. M. D. Heaven is my home.

I have no resting-place on earth On which to fix my love; But O! my heart is yearning for The promised rest above. ’Tis true, this earth is passing fair, O’er which I sadly roam; But yet it hath no charms for me, For heavén is my home.

2 A pilgrim long I’ve wandered here; But, with a steadfast eye, I see a rest reserved for me, At God’s right hand on high, Then all the joys of earth in vain Shall tempt my feet to roam, To seek a dwelling-place below, Since heavén is my home.

3 O, were this earth as fair as when Primeval Eden smiled, I would not by its glowing charms Be from my hope beguiled; But I would seek a brighter world, Where God has bid me come: Then seek no more to bind me here, For heavén is my home.

820 C. M. The new Jerusalem.

Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stones, Most glorious to behold! Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are paved with gold.

3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens My study long have been; Such sparkling gems by human sight Have never yet been seen.

4 If heavén be thus glorious, Lord, Why should I stay from thence? What folly ’tis that I should dread To die and go from hence!

5 Reach down, reach down thine arms of grace And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne’er break up, And Sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my love, to glory’s gone; Him will I go and see; And all my brethren here below Will soon come after me.

821 C. M. A city which hath foundations. Heb. 11:10.

Jerusalem! my glorious home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee!

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

3 There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you!

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel, at death, dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.

6 Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

822 S. M. A brighter day.

Lord, we expect a day Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away, To realms of light and bliss.

2 There rapturous scenes of joy Shall burst upon our sight; And every pain, and tear, and sigh, Be drowned in endless night.

3 Beneath thy balmy wing, O Sun of Righteousness! Our happy souls shall sit and sing The wonders of thy grace.

4 Nor shall that radiant day, So joyfully begun, In evening shadows die away Beneath the setting sun.

5 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show, And all thy truth record.

823 7s, 6 lines. The soul panting for God. Psalm 42.

As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see: When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near?

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.

824 7s. They that conquer shall wear the crown.

Come, my Christian brethren, come, Let us onward to our home; Though we many trials meet, Jesus makes our trials sweet. CHORUS. We with Jesus soon shall be Happy in eternity: By our Father’s side sit down: They that conquer shall wear the crown.

2 Brother Christian, doubt no more, Christ your Saviour’s gone before; He himself has marked the way, Leading to eternal day. We with Jesus, etc.

3 Let us never be afraid, ’Tis on Christ our help is laid; He will all our foes o’ercome, He will take his exiles home. We with Jesus, etc.

4 Though the world revile and mock, We are built upon the Rock; And while thus we dwell secure, Christ will make our goings sure. We with Jesus, etc.

825 8s & 7s. Prisoners of hope. Zech. 9:12.

Let me go; my soul is weary Of the chain which binds me here; Let my spirit bend its pinion To a brighter, holier sphere. Earth, ’tis true hath friends that bless me With their fond and faithful love; But the hands of angels beckon Onward to the climes above.

2 Let me go; for earth hath sorrow, Sin, and pain, and bitter tears; All its paths are dark and dreary, All its hopes are fraught with fears; Short-lived are its brightest flowers, Soon its cherished joys decay:— Let me go; I fain would leave it For the realms of endless day.

3 Let me go; my heart hath tasted Of my Saviour’s wondrous grace; Let me go, where I shall ever See and know him face to face. Let me go; the trees of heavén Rise before me, waving bright, And the distant, crystal waters Flash upon my failing sight.

4 Let me go; for songs seraphic Now seem calling from the sky— ’Tis the welcome of the angels, Which e’en now are hovering nigh: Let me go: they wait to bear me To the mansions of the blest; Where the spirit, worn and weary, Finds at last its long sought rest.

826 8s. Longing for rest. Psalm 55:6, 7.

O that I had wings like a dove, For, then, would I soon be at rest; I’d fly to the mansions above; The home of the pure and the blest; The place where no sorrow or tears Can ever my pleasures destroy; But where through eternity’s years, I’ll drink from an ocean of Joy!

2 The clouds that now hang o’er my soul, Make dark all the pathway of life; While thunders unceasingly roll In storms of deep anger and strife; I hope for some bright ray to beam From clouds where there yet may be light, But only the lightning’s red gleam Is seen through the darkness of night.

3 I try to be humble and meek, Leave all to my Saviour’s own will; For, He to the tempest can speak, The winds will obey and be still; But now my soul flutters and cries, And longs to be soaring away, From darkness and gloom, to the skies, The regions of bright, endless day.

4 Dear Saviour, O, let me come home, And rest on thy bosom in peace; No more from thy presence to roam— Then tempests and storms shall all cease. I’ll sing of thy wonderful ways, With all of the glorified throng— For ever and ever, thy praise, Shall be the one theme of my song.

827 8s. Having a desire to depart. Phil. 1:23.

To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne. My Saviour, whom absent, I love; Whom, not having seen, I adore; Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power!

2 Dissolve thou those bands that detain My soul from her portion in thee, Ah! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free. When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline;

3 O then shall the vail be removed! And round me thy brightness be poured; I shall meet him, whom absent I loved; I shall see, whom unseen I adored. And then, never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose.

828 S. M. D. A pilgrim’s song.

A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

2 A few more suns shall set O’er these dark hills of time; And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day, O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o’er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

5 A few more meetings here, Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath day. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day, O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

829 8s & 7s. Here and yonder.

Here, we are but straying pilgrims, Here, our path is often dim, But to cheer us on our journey, Still we sing this way-side hymn. CHORUS. Yonder, over the rolling river, Where the shining mansions rise, Soon will be our home for ever, And the smile of the blesséd Giver Gladdens all our longing eyes.

2 Here, our feet are often weary, On the hills that throng our way; Here, the tempest darkly gathers, But our hearts within us say— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc.

3 Here, our souls are often fearful, Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe; But the Lord is our defender, And he tells us we may know, Yonder, over the rolling river, etc.

4 Here, our shadowed homes are transient, And we meet the stranger’s frown; So we’ll sing with joy while going. E’en to death’s dark billow down— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc.

830 7s & 6s. Song of our pilgrimage.

O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, To drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blesséd Jesus Drink endless pleasures in?

2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain’s gone before: He’s given me my orders, And tells me not to fear. And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he’ll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.

3 Through grace I am determined To conquer though I die; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I’ll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them both adieu: And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue.

4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love, And when your warfare’s ended, You’ll reign with him above.

5 O! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend, And if you long for knowledge, On him you may depend; Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.

831 7s & 6s. How long, O Lord.

How long, O Lord, our Saviour, Wilt thou remain away? Our hearts are growing weary Of thy so long delay; O when shall come the moment, When brighter far than morn, The sunshine of thy glory, Shall on thy people dawn.

2 How long, O gracious Master, Wilt thou thy household leave? So long hast thou now tarried, Few thy return believe. Immersed in sloth and folly, Thy servants, Lord, we see, And few of us stand ready With joy to welcome thee.

3 How long, O heavenly Bridegroom, How long wilt thou delay? And yet how few are grieving That thou dost absent stay: Thy very bride, her portion And calling hath forgot, And seeks for ease and glory Where thou, her Lord, art not.

4 O wake thy slumbering virgins, Send forth the solemn cry— Let all thy saints repeat it— The Bridegroom draweth nigh; May all our lamps be burning, Our loins well girded be, Each longing heart preparing With joy thy face to see.

832 7s & 6s. Aspiration.

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above!

2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that’s born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.

833 6s. Arise and depart, for this is not your rest. Mich. 2:10.

Go up, go up, my heart, Dwell with thy God above; For here thou canst not rest, Nor here give out thy love.

2 Go up, go up, my heart, Be not a trifler here; Ascend above these clouds, Dwell in a higher sphere.

3 Let not thy love flow out To things so soiled and dim; Go up to heaven and God, Take up thy love to him.

4 Waste not thy precious stores On creature-love below; To God that wealth belongs, On him that wealth bestow.

5 Go up, reluctant heart, Take up thy rest above; Arise, earth-clinging thoughts; Ascend, my lingering love!

834 6s. My spirit longs for thee.

My spirit longs for thee Within my troubled breast, Through I unworthy be Of so divine a Guest.

2 Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee.

3 Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found.

4 No rest is to be found, But in thy blesséd love: O let my wish be crowned, And send it from above!

835 6s & 5s. I have longed for thy salvation. Psalm 119:174.

Purer yet and purer I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer Every duty find:

2 Hoping still, and trusting God without a fear Patiently believing He will make all clear:

3 Calmer yet and calmer Trial bear and pain, Surer yet and surer Peace at last to gain.

4 Suffering still and doing, To his will resigned, And to God subduing Heart, and will, and mind:

5 Higher yet and higher, Out of clouds and night, Nearer yet and nearer Rising to the light—

6 Oft these earnest longings Swell within my breast, Yet their inner meaning Ne’er can be expressed.

836 11s. I would not live alway. Job. 7:16.

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb; Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

837 11s. I am weary.

I am weary of straying; O fain would I rest, In that far distant land of the pure and the blest; Where sin can no longer her blandishment spread, And tears and temptations for ever are fled.

2 I am weary of hoping, where hope is untrue, As fair but as fleeting, as morning’s bright dew; I long for the land whose blest promise alone Is as changeless and sure as eternity’s throne.

3 I am weary of sighing o’er sorrows of earth, O’er joy’s glowing visions, that fade at their birth, O’er pangs of the loved, which we can not assuage, O’er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of age.

4 I am weary of loving what passes away— The sweetest and dearest, alas, may not stay! I long for that land where those partings are o’er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more.

5 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love; O! when shall I rest in thy presence above; I am weary—but O! let me never repine, While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine.

838 11s. Strangers and pilgrims. 1 Pet. 2:11.

My rest is in heaven—my home is not here; Then why should I murmur when trials appear? Be hushed, my sad spirit, the worst that may come But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home.

2 A pilgrim and stranger, I seek not my bliss, Nor lay up my treasures in regions like this; I look for a city which hands have not piled; I pant for a country by sin undefiled.

3 Afflictions may try me, but can not destroy; One vision of home turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tear that flows from my eyes, But sweetens my hope of that home in the skies.

4 Though foes and temptations my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close; Come joy or come sorrow—the worst may befall, One moment in heaven will make up for all.

5 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not repose upon roses below; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Till, seated with Jesus, I lean on his breast.

6 A scrip for the way and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through the enemy’s land: The road may be rough, but it can not be long: So I’ll smooth it with hope, and I’ll cheer it with song.

839 11s & 10s. I shall be satisfied. Psalm 17:15.

Not here! not here! not where the sparkling waters Fade into mocking sands as we draw near; Where in the wilderness each footstep falters— “I shall be satisfied;” but, O! not here!

2 Not here—where all the dreams of bliss deceive us, Where the worn spirit never gains its goal; Where, haunted ever by the thought that grieves us, Across us floods of bitter memory roll.

3 There is a land where every pulse is thrilling With rapture earth’s sojourners may not know, Where heaven’s repose the weary heart is stilling, And peacefully life’s time-tossed currents flow.

4 Far out of sight, while yet the flesh enfolds us, Lies the fair country where our hearts abide, And of its bliss is nought more wondrous told us Than these few words—“I shall be satisfied.”

5 Satisfied! satisfied! The spirit’s yearning For sweet companionship with kindred minds— The silent love that here meets no returning— The inspiration which no language finds—

6 Shall they be satisfied? The soul’s vague longing— The aching void which nothing earthly fills? O! what desires upon my soul are thronging As I look upward to the heavenly hills.

7 Thither my weak and weary steps are tending— Saviour and Lord! with thy frail child abide! Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings ending, I shall see thee, and “shall be satisfied.”

840 P. M. Lord, tarry not, but come.

Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come.

2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come.

3 Beyond the rising and the setting, I shall be soon; Beyond the calming and the fretting, Beyond remembering and forgetting, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come.

4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, I shall be soon; Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the pulse’s fever beating, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come.

5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, I shall be soon; Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Beyond the ever and the never I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come.

841 10s & 11s. O tell me no more.

O tell me no more of this world’s vain store; The time for such trifles with me now is o’er; A country I’ve found where true joys abound, To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground.

2 The souls that believe, in glory shall live, And me in that number will Jesus receive; My soul, don’t delay, he calls thee away, Rise, follow the Saviour, and bless the glad day.

3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort—go after him, go; Lo, onward I move to a city above, None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.

4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin, ’Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within; And when I’m to die, receive me, I’ll cry, For Jesus has loved me—I can not tell why.

5 But this I do find, we two are so joined, He’ll not live in glory, and leave me behind, So this is the race I’m running, through grace, Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord’s face.

6 Now this is my care, that my neighbors may share These blessings: to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, and death, will you lie, When Jesus assures you free grace is so nigh?

842 8s, 7s & 4s. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us.

Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us O’er the world’s tempestuous sea; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee. Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be.

2 Saviour! breathe forgiveness o’er us; All our weakness thou dost know; Thou didst tread this earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest woe. Lone and dreary, Faint and weary Through the desert thou didst go.

3 Spirit of our God descending! Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy. Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy.

843 10s. Faint yet pursuing.

My feet are worn and weary with the march O’er the rough road and up the steep hill-side; O city of our God! I fain would see Thy pastures green, where peaceful waters glide.

2 My hands are worn and weary, toiling on, Day after day, for perishable meat; O city of our God! I fain would rest— I sigh to gain thy glorious mercy-seat.

3 My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust, Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way, Would fain be made, O Lord, my righteousness! Spotless and white in heaven’s unclouded ray.

4 My eyes are weary looking at the sin, Impiety, and scorn upon the earth; O city of our God! within thy walls All—all are clothed again with thy new birth.

5 My heart is weary of its own deep sin— Sinning, repenting, sinning still again; When shall my soul thy glorious presence feel, And find, dear Saviour, it is free from stain?

6 Patience, poor soul! the Saviour’s feet were worn; The Saviour’s heart and hands were weary too; His garments stained, and travel-worn, and old; His vision blinded with a pitying dew.

7 Love thou the path of sorrow that he trod; Toil on, and wait in patience for thy rest: O city of our God! we soon shall see Thy glorious walls—home of the loved and blest.

844 10s & 11s. The night is far spent, etc. Rom. 13:12.

Soon and for ever the breaking of day Shall chase all the night-clouds of sorrow away; Soon and for ever we’ll see as we’re seen, And know the deep meaning of things that have been, Where fightings without and conflicts within Shall weary no more in the warfare with sin— Where tears, and where fears, and where death shall be never, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever.

2 Soon and for ever—such promise our trust— Though ashes to ashes, and dust be to dust, Soon and for ever our union shall be Made perfect, our glorious Redeemer, in thee: When the cares and the sorrows of time shall be o’er, Its pangs and its partings remembered no more; Where life can not fail and where death can not sever, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever.

3 Soon and for ever the work shall be done, The warfare accomplished, the victory won; Soon and for ever the soldier lay down The sword for a harp, the cross for a crown: Then droop not in sorrow, despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow is brightening and near, When—blesséd reward for each faithful endeavor— Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever!

TEMPTATIONS AND CONFLICTS.

845 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.

2 I 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.

3 But 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.

4 O 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.

846 L. M. We are more than conquerors. Rom. 8:37.

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.

2 In panoply of truth complete, Salvation’s helmet on his head, With righteousness, a breastplate meet; And faith’s broad shield before him spread.

3 With this, omnipotence he moves; From this the alien armies flee; Till more than conqueror he proves, Through Christ, who gives him victory.

4 Thus, 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.

847 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.

2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lust engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou treadest upon enchanted ground; Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all; guard every part; But most, the traitor in thy heart.

4 Come, 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.

848 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 road That leads to life, to bliss, to God.

2 We 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.

3 No 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;

4 No 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.

5 Night 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.

6 Another year—it may be less— And we have crossed the wilderness, Finished the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph won.

849 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.

2 By day, along th’ astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night Arabia’s crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column’s glow.

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray.

4 And 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.

850 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 beware For many foes thy camp surround.

2 The trumpet gives a martial strain: O Israel, gird thee for the fight! Arise, the combat to maintain, And put thine enemies to flight!

3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do; Awake; be vigilant; be brave! The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave.

4 A 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?

5 No! 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!

851 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.

2 Thus 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.

3 I 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.

4 I 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.

852 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 distrust Weigh down my spirit to the dust;

2 When 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.

3 His 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.

853 L. 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.

2 Yet, 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.

3 O, 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!

4 Teach 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.

854 L. 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 find The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight 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.

3 O, 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.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God! one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away; And thy rebellious child is still.

855 L. 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.

2 I 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.

3 The wilderness affords no food, But God for my support prepares, Provides me every needful good, And frees my soul from wants and cares.

4 With 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.

5 I 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.

856 L. 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.

2 True, ’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;

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

4 From 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.

5 Swift 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.

857 L. 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.

2 O 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.”

3 Amid 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.

4 Though 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.

858 L. M. Where is the blessedness ye spake of. Gal. 4:15.

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.

2 Where 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?

3 Where are the happy seasons spent In fellowship with him we loved? The sacred joy, the sweet content, The blessédness that then we proved?

4 Behold, 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.

859 L. 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 be At rest till it find rest in thee.

2 Thy 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 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?

4 Is 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.

860 C. M. So run that ye may obtain. 1 Cor. 9:24.

Rise, O my soul! pursue the path By ancient heroes trod; Ambitious view those holy men Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though 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 blood They conquered every foe: And to his power and matchless grace, Their crowns and honor owe.

4 Lord, may we ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given, And ne’er forsake the blessed road Which led them safe to heaven.

861 C. 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 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.

2 We 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.

3 The 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.

862 C. 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.

2 If for thy sake, upon my name Reproach and shame shall be, I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame; O Lord remember me!

3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest and kind relief; O Lord remember me!

4 When, in the solemn hour of death, I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath— O Lord, remember me!

5 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, Then with the saints at thy right hand, O Lord, remember me!

863 C. 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?

2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are 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?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, With Hope’s exulting eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

864 C. M. Overcoming.

Kind Father, look with pity now On one by sin defiled; While at the mercy-seat I bow, O bless thy erring child.

2 My struggles, Lord, to do thy will, How poor and weak they are! But thou art gracious to me still, Then hear my humble prayer.

3 Let love upon my broken heart Pour out its healing balm; Bid all my trembling fears depart— My troubled spirit calm.

4 And now my hope new courage takes, My faith grows strong and sure; The cloud from off my vision breaks, Again my heart is pure.

5 My 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.

6 There, soon I’ll sing of love divine, With all the ransomed throng, There, Jesus shall be ever mine, His love my endless song.

865 C. 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.

2 Jesus, 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.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I’ve committed to his hands Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father’s face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint for me a place.

866 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.

2 ’Tis God’s all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: ’Tis his own hand presents the prize To thy aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around Holds thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge the way.

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, Have we our race begun! And crowned with victory at thy feet We’ll lay our honors down.

867 C. M. Mighty through God. 2 Cor. 10:4.

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.

2 Where’er the prince of darkness holds His earthly reign abhorred, Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw, And battle for the Lord.

3 We go! we go, to break the chains That bind the erring mind, And give the freedom that we feel To all of human kind.

4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, And seek no gory field; Our weapon is the word of God, His promise is our shield.

5 And still serene and fixed in faith, We fear no earthly harm; We know it is our Father’s work, We rest upon his arm.

868 C. M. Return to me, and I will return to you. Mal. 3:7.

How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart— Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls—“Return!” Dear Lord! and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O! take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou—wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove! And shall a pardoned rebel live To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace! thy healing power, How glorious—how divine! That can to life and bliss restore A heart so vile as mine!

5 Thy pardoning love—so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore; O! keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more.

869 C. M. D. Help thou mine unbelief. Mark 9:24.

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.

2 When 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.

3 And 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.

870 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 ray To those who seek his power.

2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray, Maintain a warrior’s strife; Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day; Obedience is our life.

3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray; For soon the hour will come That calls us from the earth away, To our eternal home.

4 O Saviour, we would watch and pray, And hear thy sacred voice, And walk, as thou hast marked the way, To heaven’s eternal joys.

871 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.

2 The world and worldly things beloved, My anxious thoughts employed; And time, unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, Holy Father, wild despair Chase from my laboring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, That grace can do the rest.

4 My life’s brief remnant all be thine; And when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign, O, speed my soul to thee.

872 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.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears! My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God! in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strength will fail.

5 O, keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee! And let me never, never stray From happiness and thee.

873 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.

2 Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day’s march nearer home.

3 My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times, to faith’s aspiring eye, Thy golden gates appear!

4 Ah, then my spirit faints, To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above.

5 Yet doubts still intervene, And all my comfort flies; Like Noah’s dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies.

6 Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease; While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace.

874 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.

2 Empires 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.

3 Creation’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.

4 A 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.

5 The 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.

875 S. M. Watch!

My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.

2 O, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne’er give o’er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.

3 Ne’er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He’ll take thee at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.

876 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.

2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill; O, may it all my powers engage To do my Master’s will.

3 Arm me with jealous care As in thy sight to live; And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die.

877 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.

2 Lead on, almighty Lord, Lead on, to victory! Encouraged by the bright reward: With joy we’ll follow thee.

3 We’ll follow thee, our Guide, Our Saviour and our King; We’ll follow thee, through grace supplied From heaven’s eternal spring.

4 We hope to see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace.

5 This hope supports us here, It makes our burdens light; ’Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight;

6 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more, And O, sweet thought! for ever rest On yonder peaceful shore!

878 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.

2 Who bow to Christ’s command, Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand— Go forth to glorious war.

3 See on the mountain top The standard of your God; In Jesus’ name ’tis lifted up, All stained with hallowed blood.

4 His standard-bearers, now To all the nations call: To Jesus’ cross, ye nations bow; He bore the cross for all.

5 Go up with Christ your Head; Your Captain’s footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led To certain victory.

6 All power to him is given; He ever reigns the same; Salvation, happiness, and heaven, Are all in Jesus’ name.

879 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 supplies Through his belovéd Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God.

4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole.

5 That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o’ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last.

880 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.

2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.

3 Still heavy is thy heart! Still sink thy spirits down! Cast off the weight, let fear depart, Bid every care be gone.

4 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought, That caused thy needless fear.

5 What, though thou rulest not! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well!

881 S. M. Reaching forth. Phil. 3:13.

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.

2 Make thy salvation sure; All sloth and slumber shun; Nor dare a moment rest secure, Till thou the goal hast won.

3 Thy crown of life hold fast; Thy heart with courage stay; Nor let one trembling glance be cast Along the backward way.

4 Thy path ascends the skies, With conquering footsteps bright; And thou shalt win and wear the prize In everlasting light.

882 7s. 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!

2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;

3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;

4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame we own; Humbled at thy feet we bow, Seeking strength from thee alone.

5 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad repentant songs; O, restore thy suppliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs!

883 7s. 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.

2 Onward, Christian, onward go; Join the war, and face the foe; Will you flee in danger’s hour? Know you not your Captain’s power?

3 Let your drooping heart be glad; March, in heavenly armor clad; Fight, nor think the battle long; Soon shall victory tune your song.

4 Let not sorrow dim your eye; Soon shall every tear be dry: Let not fears your course impede; Great your strength, if great your need.

5 Onward, then, to battle move; More than conqueror you shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldier, onward go.

884 7s. 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;

2 Up! 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.

3 Break through all the force of ill; Tread the might of passion down— Struggling onward, onward still, To the conquering Saviour’s crown!

4 Through 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.

885 8s & 7s. Forgetting the things that are behind. Phil. 3:13.

Onward, Christian, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone, God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee—press thou on!

2 Listen, Christian, their hosanna Rolleth o’er thee—“God is love,” Write upon thy red-cross banner, “Upward ever—heaven’s above.”

3 By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother! Jesus trod it—press thou on!

4 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver; O, for their sake, press thou on!

5 Be 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:

6 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather, That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus—“Father, Not my will, but thine, be done!”

886 8s & 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.

2 Pilgrim, 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.

3 Such a guide—no guide attends thee: Hence for thee my fears arise; If some guardian power befriend thee, ’Tis unseen by mortal eyes.

4 Yes, unseen—but still believe me, Such a guide my steps attends; He’ll in every strait relieve me, He from every harm defends.

5 Pilgrim! see that stream before thee! Darkly winding through the vale; Should its deadly waves roll o’er thee, Would not then thy courage fail?

6 No, that stream has nothing frightful; To its bank my steps I bend; There to plunge will be delightful, Then my pilgrimage will end.

887 8s & 7s. He leadeth me in the paths, etc. Psalm 23:3.

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.

2 In 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.

3 I 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.

888 8s & 7s. Beyond this vale of sorrow.

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.

2 He 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.

3 There 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.

4 But, 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.

5 See 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!

6 Here 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.

889 8s, 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!

2 How 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.

3 We’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!

4 The 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!

890 8s, 7s & 4. 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.

2 What 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.

3 Though 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.

4 Though 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.

5 O 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?

891 8s, 7s & 4s. Under clouds.

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.

2 Look 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.

3 Nought 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.

4 Earthly 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.

892 7s, 6s & 8s. You are not of the world. John 15:19.

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.

2 The 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.

3 This 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.

4 The 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.

5 This 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.

893 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.

2 Enchanted 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.

3 The 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.

4 So, 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.

5 I 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.

6 I 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!

7 Subdued 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.

8 There 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.

894 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.

2 Wilt 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?

3 Canst 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?

4 And 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!

895 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.

2 Fight 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.

3 Lift 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!

896 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 time And his appointéd way?

2 O, oft a deeper test of faith Than prison-cell, or martyr’s stake, The self-renouncing watchfulness Of silent prayer may make.

3 We gird us bravely to rebuke Our erring brother in the wrong; And in the ear of pride and power Our warning voice is strong.

4 Easier 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.

5 But, O, we shrink from Jordan’s side, From waters which alone can save; And murmur for Abana’s banks And Pharpar’s brighter wave.

6 O thou, who in the garden’s shade Didst wake thy weary ones again, Who slumbered at that fearful hour, Forgetful of thy pain—

7 Bend 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!

897 6s & 5s. Psalm 91.

God of our salvation! Unto thee we pray; Hear our supplication, Be our strength and stay.

2 Wretchéd and unworthy, Poor, and sick, and blind, Prostrate we adore thee, Call thy grace to mind.

3 He that dwelleth near thee, Safely shall abide; Ever love and fear thee, In thy strength confide.

4 Sure is thy protection, Safe is thy defense, While in deep affliction, Woe, or pestilence.

5 God of our salvation! Saviour, Prince of Peace, Boundless thy compassion, Infinite thy grace.

6 While with love unceasing, Humbly we adore; Grant us thy rich blessing, And we ask no more.

SUBMISSION AND DELIVERANCE.

898 L. M. Submissiveness.

Be still, my heart! these anxious cares, To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word.

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide?

3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And he refuse to hear thy call? And has he not his promise passed, That thou shalt overcome at last?

4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise.

899 L. M. Whom have I in heaven but thee. Psalm 73:25.

O Lord, thy counsels and thy care, My safety and my comfort are; And thou shalt guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of grace.

2 In whom but thee, in heaven above, Can I repose my trust, my love? And shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with thee?

3 My flesh is hastening to decay; Soon shall the world have passed away; And what can mortal friends avail, When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?

4 But O! my Saviour, be thou nigh, And I will triumph when I die; My strength, my portion, is divine; And Jesus is for ever mine!

900 8s & 4s. Thy will be done.

My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life’s rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done!”

2 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh; Submissive still would I reply, “Thy will be done!”

3 If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize—it ne’er was mine; I only yield thee what was thine: “Thy will be done!”

4 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest: “Thy will be done!”

901 L. M. 6 lines. My grace is sufficient for thee. 2 Cor. 12:9.

To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God’s meekest angel gently comes; No power hath he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again; And yet, in tenderest love, our dear And heavenly Father sends him here.

2 Angel of patience! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling balm, To lay with hope the storms of fear, And reconcile life’s smile and tear, The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father’s will!

3 O thou, who mournest on thy way, With longings for the close of day, He walks with thee, that angel kind, And gently whispers, “Be resigned! Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell, The dear Lord ordereth all things well.”

902 L. M. 6 lines. Thy footsteps are not known. Psalm 77:19.

O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness vails this mortal eye, And wait thy wise, thy holy will, Wrapped yet in fears and mystery; I can not, Lord, thy purpose see; Yet all is well, since ruled by thee.

2 So trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, nobler joys remain, And peace is won through conquered pain.

903 L. M. 6 lines. Deut. 33:25.

When adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o’er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree, That “as my day, my strength shall be.”

2 When, with sad footsteps, memory roves ’Mid smitten joys and buried loves, When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, Still to thy promise, Lord! I flee, That “as my day, my strength shall be.”

3 One trial more must yet be past: One pang—the keenest and the last; And when, with brow convulsed and pale, My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, Redeemer! grant my soul to see, That “as my day, my strength shall be.”

904 C. M. Not as I will. Mark 14:36.

All as God wills! who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told.

2 Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track— That wheresoe’er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back—

3 That more and more a Providence, Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good—

4 That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father’s sight—

5 That care and trial seem at last, Through memory’s sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, In purple distance fair—

6 That all the jarring notes of life, Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm.

7 And so the shadows fall apart And so the west winds play; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day.

905 C. M. I waited patiently for the Lord. Psalm 40:1.

We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour When God shall ope the morning gate, By his almighty power.

2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the day-light springs; Till he shall come, earth’s gloom to chase, With healing on his wings.

3 And even now, amid the gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past.

4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be thine!

5 O guide us till our night is done! Until from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore!

906 C. M. The Lord gave and the Lord, etc. Job. 1:21.

It is the Lord—enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine, Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord—who gives me all, My wealth, my friends my ease; And of his bounties may recall Whatever part he please.

3 It is the Lord—my covenant God— Thrice blesséd be his name— Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, Must ever be the same.

4 Can I, with hopes so firmly built, Be faithless, or repine? No: gracious God! take what thou wilt; To thee I all resign.

907 C. M. Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand.

Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand; And he will keep them still, And you and I shall surely stand With him on Zion’s hill.

2 Him eye to eye we there shall see, Our face like his shall shine; O! what a glorious company, When saints and angels join!

3 O! what a joyful meeting there, In robes of white array! Palms in our hands we all shall bear, And crowns that ne’er decay!

4 When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, Than when we first begun!

5 Then let us hasten to the day When all shall be brought home: Come, O Redeemer! come away! O Jesus! quickly come!

908 C. M. Thy will be done.

Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, “Thy will be done.”

2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path, Should wealth and friends be gone, Still, with a firm and lively faith, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”

3 Although thy steps I can not trace; Thy sovereign right I’ll own; And, as instructed by thy grace, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”

909 C. M. Rev. 7:13-17.

How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their bright array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day?

2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright.

3 Now with triumphant palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky.

4 His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring.

5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor sun with scorching ray; God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day.

6 The Lamb that sits upon the throne, Shall o’er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide.

7 ’Mong pastures green he’ll lead his flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.

910 C. M. It is good that I have been afflicted. Psalm 119:71.

In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay.

2 The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they’re bruised.

3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life’s tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven.

4 All-gracious Lord, whate’er my lot In other times may be, I’ll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to thee.

911 C. M. I will bless the Lord at all times. Psalm 34:1.

Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed, From my example, comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.

3 O, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name; When in distress to him I called, He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all, Who on his succor trust.

912 C. H. M. They looked to him and were lightened. Psalm 34:5.

I look to thee in every need, And never look in vain; I feel thy strong and tender love, And all is well again: The thought of thee is mightier far Than sin and pain and sorrow are.

2 Discouraged in the work of life, Disheartened by its load, Shamed by its failures or its fears, I sink beside the road; But let me only think of thee, And then new heart springs up in me.

3 Thy calmness bends serene above, My restlessness to still; Around me flows thy quickening life, To nerve my faltering will; Thy presence fills my solitude; Thy providence turns all to good.

4 Embosomed in thy covenant love, Held in thy law, I stand; Thy hand in all things I behold, And all things in thy hand; Thou leadest me by unsought ways, And turnest my mourning into praise.

913 S. M. Thy way, not mine, O Lord.

Thy way, not mine, O Lord! However dark it be; O lead me by thine own right hand; Choose out the path for me.

2 Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it matters not, It leads me to thy rest.

3 I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might; But choose thou for me, O my God! So shall I walk aright.

4 The kingdom that I seek Is thine; so let the way That leads to it, O Lord! be thine, Else I must surely stray.

5 My portion thou! my cup With joy or sorrow fill; As ever best to thee may seem, Choose thou my good and ill.

6 Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my joys and cares for me, My poverty or wealth.

7 Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All.

914 S. M. My times are in thy hand. Psalm 31:15.

“My times are in thy hand,” My God, I’d have them there; My life, my friends, my soul I leave Entirely to thy care.

2 “My times are in thy hand,” Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to thee.

3 “My times are in thy hand,” Why should I doubt or fear? My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear.

915 S. M. D. Spiritual wants.

My God, my Strength, my Hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hearest my prayer. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do— On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.

2 I want a Godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

3 I rest upon thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee: But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide Into thy perfect love.

916 S. M. Rom. 14:7, 9.

Blest be thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love thee for thyself, And for that love obey.

2 O thou, our souls’ chief hope! We to thy mercy fly; Where’er we are, thou canst protect, Whate’er we need, supply.

3 Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine.

4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to thee; In death we live, as well as life, If thine in death we be.

917 S. M. Not far from home.

Your harps, ye trembling saints! Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine, Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And, nearer to our house above, We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end, Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench this spark divine.

4 When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame Then will we trust our gracious God, And rest upon his name.

5 Blest is the man, O God! That stays himself on thee: Who waits for thy salvation, Lord! Shall thy salvation see.

918 7s. Having all in having Christ.

Jesus, take me for thine own; To thy will my spirit frame; Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, Over all I have and am.

2 Making thus the Lord my choice, I have nothing more to choose, But to listen to thy voice, And my will in thine to lose.

3 Then, whatever may betide, I shall safe and happy be; Still content and satisfied:— Having all in having thee.

919 7s. All things work together for good. Psalm 31.

Sovereign Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise! All my times are in thy hand; All events at thy command.

2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth— All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend.

3 O thou gracious, wise and just! In thy hands my life I trust; Have I somewhat dearer still?— I resign it to thy will.

4 Thee at all times will I bless; Having thee, I all possess: Ne’er can I bereavéd be, While I do not part with thee.

920 S. M. As a weaned child. Psalm 131:2.

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanéd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases thee.

2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive: What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave; ’Tis enough that thou wilt care— Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he’s neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

921 6s. As thou wilt. Matt. 26:39.

My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of thy word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail— My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt: If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there, Let a few roses blow. But thou on earth, along The thorny pain hast gone; Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done!

4 My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done!

5 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow’s flood To overwhelm my heart; For they are blest with thee, Thy race and conflict won; Let me but follow them; My Lord, thy will be done!

6 My Jesus, as thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly. Leaning on thee, to go Where thou before hast gone; The rest as thou shalt please, My Lord, thy will be done.

7 My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done!

922 8s & 7s. I have led thee in right paths. Prov. 4:11.

O how kindly hast thou led me, Heavenly Father, day by day! Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me, Furnished friends to cheer my way! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten, With thy smile, or with thy rod, ’Twas that still my step might hasten Homeward, heavenward, to my God.

2 O how slowly have I often Followed where thy hand would draw! How thy kindness failed to soften! How thy chastening failed to awe! Make me for thy rest more ready, As thy path is longer trod; Keep me in thy friendship steady, Till thou call me home, my God!

923 8s & 7s. Jesus, I my cross have taken.

Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; I am poor, despised, forsaken— Thou henceforth my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition— All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition— God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me, It has left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them, untrue; Whilst thy graces shall adorn me, God of wisdom, love, and might— Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me, Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Go then—earthly fame and treasure, Come, disaster, scorn, and pain; In thy service, pain is pleasure— With thy favor, loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba Father! I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All will work for good to me.

4 Man may trouble and distress me, ’Twill but drive me to thy breast, Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, ’tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; O, ’twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee.

5 Soul—then know thy full salvation, Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father’s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to save thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission; Soon shall pass thy pilgrim’s days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise!

924 8s, 7s & 4s. Songs for sighing.

Hallelujah! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! Hallelujah! thou repeatest, Angel-host, these notes of love; This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move.

2 Hallelujah! Church victorious, Join the concert of the sky: Hallelujah! bright and glorious! Lift, ye saints, this strain on high! We, poor exiles, Join not yet your melody.

3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Comfort not the faint and worn; Hallelujah! sounds of sadness Best become the heart forlorn; Our offenses We with bitter tears must mourn.

4 But our earnest supplication, Holy God! we raise to thee; Visit us with thy salvation, Make us all thy peace to see! Hallelujah! Ours at length this strain shall be.

925 P. M. O God! be thou my stay.

Father, O hear me now! Father divine! Thou, only thou, canst see The heart’s deep agony: Help me to say to thee “Thy will, not mine!”

2 O God! be thou my stay In this dark hour; Kindly each sorrow hear, Hush every troubled fear, Thee let me still revere, Still own thy power.

3 In thee alone I trust, Thou Holy One! Humbly to thee I pray That through each troubled day Of life, I still may say, “Thy will be done!”

926 6s. Changed from glory to glory. 2 Cor. 3:18.

I did thee wrong, my God; I wronged thy truth and love; I fretted at the rod— Against thy power I strove.

2 Come nearer, nearer still; Let not thy light depart; Bend, break this stubborn will; Dissolve this iron heart!

3 Less wayward let me be, More pliable and mild; In glad simplicity More like a trustful child.

4 Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of thee; O, keep me in the way, However rough it be.

5 Less of the flesh each day, Less of the world and sin; More of thy Son, I pray, More of thyself within.

6 More molded to thy will, Lord, let thy servant be; Higher and higher still, More, and still more, like thee!

927 6s & 4s. Worthy the Lamb.

Come, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus’ fame: Tell what his love hath done; Trust in his name alone; Shout to his lofty throne, “Worthy the Lamb!”

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad theme: To Christ, our gracious King, Strike each melodious string; Join heart and voice to sing, “Worthy the Lamb!”

3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour’s love, Dwell on his name! There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned; While all the heavens resound, “Worthy the Lamb!”

928 6s & 4s. Nearer to thee.

Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!

2 Though like the wanderer, Daylight all gone, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to thee— Nearer to thee!

3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee! Nearer to thee.

4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer my God, to thee— Nearer to thee!

5 Or, if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.

929 12s & 11s. My God and my all.

While thou, O my God, art my help and defender, No cares can o’erwhelm me, no terrors appall: The wiles and the snares of this world will but render More lively my hope in my God and my all.

2 Yes; thou art my refuge in sorrow and danger; My strength when I suffer; my hope when I fall; My comfort and joy in this land of the stranger; My treasure, my glory, my God, and my all.

3 To thee, dearest Lord, will I turn without ceasing, Though grief may oppress me or sorrow befall; And love thee, till death, my blest spirit releasing, Secures to me Jesus, my God and my all.

4 And when thou demandest the life thou hast given, With joy will I answer thy merciful call; And quit thee on earth, but to find thee in heaven— My portion for ever, my God and my all.

930 11s & 10s. A little while. John 14:19.

O for the peace that floweth as a river, Making life’s desert places bloom and smile; O for that faith to grasp the glad For ever, Amid the shadows of earth’s Little While!

2 A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song.

3 A little while to wear the vail of sadness, To toil with weary step through miry ways, Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of Praise!

4 A little while, ’mid shadow and illusion, To strive by faith love’s mysteries to spell, Then read each dark enigma’s bright solution, Then hail sight’s verdict—He doth all things well.

5 And he who is himself the Gift and Giver, The future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad For ever, Will light the shadows of earth’s Little While.

931 11s & 10s. For yet a little while. Heb. 10:37.

A little longer still—patience belovéd; A little longer still, ere heaven unroll The glory, and the brightness, and the wonder, Eternal and divine, that waits thy soul.

2 A little longer ere life, true, immortal, (Not this our shadowy life) will be thine own, And thou shalt stand where winged archangels worship, And trembling bow before the great white throne.

3 A little longer still, and heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our sun a darkness, and our day a night.

4 A little longer, and thy heart, belovéd, Shall beat for ever with a love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No mortal knows, and lives, shall then be thine.

5 A little longer yet, and angel voices Shall sing in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and saints await thee, and God needs thee; Belovéd, can we bid thee linger here!

932 10s. Sufferings and glory. Rom. 8:18.

Through cross to crown! and though thy spirit’s life Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length.

2 Through woe to joy! and though at morn thou weep, And though the midnight finds thee weeping still, Good cheer! good cheer! The shepherd loves his sheep; Resign thee to the watchful Father’s will.

3 Through death to life! and through this vale of tears, And through this thistle-field of life, ascend To the great supper in that world whose years Of bliss unfading, cloudless, know no end.

933 10s. After the toil.

“After the toil,” when the morning breaks On the bloom-crowned hills of the heavenly land; “After the toil,” when each slumberer wakes, ’Neath the glorified touch of the Infinite Hand.

2 “After the toil,” when the dim earth sinks, Like a worn-out pebble in eternity’s sea; “After the toil,” when each thirsty soul drinks Of the River that flows through Immensity.

3 “After the toil,” O shadowing cloud Of time o’er the face of the Infinite; When thou shalt be dropped like a worm-eaten shroud, What a morning will dawn on us after the night!

4 “After the toil,” and the cross that we bear Way-worn and weary through life’s creeping years; Angels will smile on the crown we shall wear, And the songs of salvation will follow our tears.

5 “After the toil,” O! thou who art faint, Rise from the shadows that darken thy way— Rise while thy faith’s raptured pencil shall paint All its glorified dream of the Infinite Day.

934 9s & 8s. The day is at hand. Rom. 13:12.

Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o’er thee, And all the midnight shadows flee; Tinged are the distant skies with glory, A beacon-light hung out for thee; Arise, arise! the light breaks o’er thee, Thy name is graven on the throne, Thy home is in the world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

2 Tossed on time’s rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand; For lo! beyond those scenes emerges The hights that bound the promised land. Behold! behold! the land is nearing, Where the wild sea-storm’s rage is o’er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering; See in what throngs they range the shore!

3 Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o’er thee, Bright as the summer’s noontide ray, The star-gemmed crowns and realms of glory Invite thy happy soul away; Away! away! leave all for glory, Thy name is graven on the throne; Thy home is in that world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

935 P. M. Whatever my God ordains is right.

Whate’er my God ordains is right, His will is ever just; Howe’er he orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall; Wherefore to him I leave it all.

2 Whate’er my God ordains is right; He never will deceive; He leads me by the proper path, And so to him I cleave, And take content What he hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait his day.

3 Whate’er my God ordains is right; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear or shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow all depart.

936 H. M. As Mount Zion, which can not be moved. Psalm 125:1.

Their hearts shall not be moved Who in the Lord confide; But firm as Zion’s hill, They ever shall abide; As mountains shield Jerusalem, The Lord shall be a Shield to them.

2 His blessing on them rests, Like freshening dew from heaven; And succor from his throne In all their need is given; Omnipotence shall guard them well, And peace remain on Israel.

3 One like the Son of God Is walking at their side, When by the fervid flame And fiery furnace tried; And ’tis enough that he is near, To strengthen them in every fear.

937 P. M. Psalm 121.

To heaven I lift mine eye, To heaven, Jehovah’s throne, For there my Saviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply To all he calls his own.

2 He will not faint nor fail, Nor cause thy feet to stray; For him no weary hours assail, Nor evening darkness spreads her vail O’er his eternal day.

3 Beneath that light divine, Securely shalt thou move; The sun with milder beams shall shine, And eve’s still queen her lamp incline Benignant from above.

4 For he, thy God and Friend, Shall keep thy soul from harm, In each sad scene of doubt attend, And guide thy life, and bless thine end, With his almighty arm.

938 12s & 8s. Lord, to whom shall we go. John 6:68.

When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom, When those we love best are laid low; When grief plants in secret her thorn in the bosom, Deserted—“to whom shall we go?”

2 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow: When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing—“to whom shall we go?”

3 Where the sad, thirsty soul turns away from the springs Of pleasure this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flatters its wings, Impatient—“to whom shall we go?”

4 O blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the pilgrim can show; That pierces the vail which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we shall go!

RELAPSE AND RECOVERY.

939 L. M. Blot out my transgressions. Psalm 51.

O Thou that hearest when sinners cry, Though all my sins before thee lie, Behold me not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I can not live without thy light, Cast out and banished from thy sight; Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let a sinner seek thy throne, To plead the merits of the Son.

940 L. M. 6 lines. The returning wanderer.

Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow beneath the rod; For thee, for thee alone, I mourn: I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love.

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace! More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou knowest the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more! The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer.

941 L. M. Deliverance.

Before thy throne with tearful eyes, My gracious Lord, I humbly fall; To thee my weary spirit flies, For thy forgiving love I call.

2 How free thy mercy overflows, When sinners on thy grace rely! Thy tender love no limit knows; O, save me—justly doomed to die!

3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free! The gloom of sin is fled away; My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee, And all my powers thy word obey.

4 Hence while I wrestle with my foes— The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell— Sustain thou me till conflicts close, Then endless songs my thanks shall tell.

942 C. M. Turn thee unto me, etc. Psalm 25:16.

O thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition’s humble sigh; Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow’s weeping eye;

2 See Lord, before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn: Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said—“Return?”

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? O, let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat!

4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light! Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way.

5 O, shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine! And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joy divine.

943 C. M. O for a closer walk with God!

O for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate’er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

944 C. M. O, that I were as in months past. Job. 29:2.

Sweet was the time when first I felt The Saviour’s pardoning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, His praises tuned my tongue; And, when the evening shade prevailed, His love was all my song.

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I called each promise mine.

4 But now, when evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail, And make my soul thy care; I know thy mercy can not fail; Let me that mercy share.

945 8s & 6s. Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. 4:30.

O Saviour, lend a listening ear, And answer my request! Forgive, and wipe the falling tear, Now with thy love my spirit cheer, And set my heart at rest.

2 I mourn the hidings of thy face; The absence of that smile, Which led me to a throne of grace, And gave my soul a resting-place From earthly care and toil.

3 ’Tis sin that separates from thee This poor benighted soul; My folly and my guilt I see, And now upon the bended knee, I yield to thy control.

4 Up to the place of thine abode I lift my waiting eye; To thee, O holy Lamb of God! Whose blood for me so freely flowed, I raise my ardent cry.

946 7s, 6 lines. He hath borne our griefs.

Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne; View him bleeding on the tree, Pouring out his life for thee; There thy every sin he bore: Weeping soul, lament no more.

2 Cast thy guilty soul on him, Find him mighty to redeem; At his feet thy burden lay, Look thy doubts and fears away; Now by faith the Son embrace, Plead his promise, trust his grace.

947 7s, 6 lines. Jesus, Saviour, pity me.

Pity, Lord! this child of clay, Who can only weep and pray— Only on thy love depend: Thou who art the sinner’s Friend; Thou the sinner’s only plea— Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

2 From thy flock, a straying Lamb, Tender Shepherd, though I am; Now, upon the mountain cold, Lost, I long to gain the fold, And within thine arms to be: Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

3 O, where stillest streams are poured, In green pastures lead me, Lord! Bring me back, where angels sound Joy to the poor wanderer found: Evermore my Shepherd be: Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

948 7s. The prodigal invited.

Brother, hast thou wandered far From the Father’s happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother—homeward come.

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life’s most golden hours? Turn thee, brother—God can save.

3 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek him, for he may be found; Call upon him—he is near.

949 8s & 7s. Father, take me.

Take me, O my Father! take me— Take me, save me, through thy Son; That which thou wouldst have me, make me; Let thy will in me be done.

2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying— Take me to thy love my God!

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin! At thy feet, O Father, falling, To thy household take me in.

4 Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely, life and soul I offer, Gift unworthy love like thine.

5 Once the world’s Redeemer, dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee.

6 Father, take me! all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast; In thy love for ever living, I must be for ever blest.

950 10s. Returning.

A weak and weary dove, with drooping wing, And tired of wandering o’er this watery waste, Jesus, my ark! once more a worthless thing, To thee I fly, thy pardoning love to taste.

2 For since I left thy sweet, secure retreat, In search of pleasures fair, though false and vain, My peace—my joy have flown; no rest my feet Have found; and now I turn to thee again!

3 I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine, But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end; No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine; Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend.

4 I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feet In fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay; In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet, But short and transient as the passing day.

5 Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary waste Of sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain, No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest; And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again.

SYMPATHIES AND ACTIVITIES.

951 L. M. Prayer for general peace.

Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace; Complete the work thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done.

2 O, show thyself the Prince of Peace; Command the din of war to cease; O, bid contending nations rest, And let thy love rule every breast!

3 Then peace returns with balmy wing; Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing; Reviving commerce lifts her head, And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.

4 Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord, All move subservient to thy word; O, soon let every nation prove The perfect joy of Christian love!

952 L. M. I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc. John 17:12.

While others pray for grace to die O Lord, I pray for grace to live; For every hour a fresh supply; O see my need and freely give.

2 I do not dread the hour of death; If I am thine, no fears remain; I know that with my parting breath I yield for ever mortal pain.

3 E’en if the darkness should appear Too deep for faith as well as sight, If I am thine, thou wilt be near, And take me to thy heavenly light.

4 But O! my Lord, in life’s highway I crave the sunshine of thy face; And every moment of the day I need thy strong supporting grace.

5 I dare not—will not—Lord, deny That heart and feet both go astray; Therefore the more to thee I cry To keep me in the chosen way.

6 The more my sin and unbelief Keep me from walking near to thee, The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief— The more I long thy face to see.

953 C. M. I was a father to the poor. Job 29:16.

Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another’s pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger’s woes to feel; And bleeds in pity o’er the wound He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms, To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy’s melting eye, A brother in a foe.

5 Peace from the bosom of his God, The Saviour’s grace shall give; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live.

954 C. M. I delivered the poor and the fatherless. Job 59:12.

Bright Source of everlasting love, To thee our souls we raise; And to thy sovereign bounty rear A monument of praise.

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life With every cheering ray, Kindly restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away.

3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, Our cheerful feet repair, And with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourners there.

4 The widow’s heart shall sing for joy; The orphan shall be fed; The hungering soul we’ll gladly point To Christ, the living Bread.

955 C. M. Ye have the poor always with you. Matt. 26:11.

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent Like his, upon the poor.

2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world’s sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate.

3 For thou hast placed us side by side In this wide world of ill; And, that thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still.

4 Small are the offerings we can make; Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour’s sake, They lose not their reward.

956 C. M. A new commandment.

Beneath the shadow of the cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blesséd word of love.

2 O, bond of union, strong and deep! O, bond of perfect peace! Not e’en the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this.

3 Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, And the sweet tasks of love.

957 C. M. Scorn not the slightest word or deed.

Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed, That waits its natal hour.

2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife.

3 No act falls fruitless, none can tell How vast its power may be, Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently.

4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be, God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free.

958 C. M. Make channels for the streams of love.

Make channels for the streams of love, Where they may broadly run; And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one.

2 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried.

3 For we must share, if we would keep, That blessing from above; Ceasing to give, we cease to have: Such is the law of love.

959 C. H. M. Blessed are ye that sow, etc. Isaiah 32:20.

O be not faithless! with the morn Cast thou abroad thy grain! At noontide faint not thou forlorn, At evening sow again! Blessed are they, whate’er betide, Who thus all waters sow beside.

2 Thou knowest not which seed shall grow, Or which may die, or live; In faith, and hope, and patience, sow! The increase God shall give According to his gracious will— As best his purpose may fulfill.

3 O, could our inward eye but view, Our hearts but feel aright, What faith, and love, and hope can do, By their celestial might, We should not say, till these be dead, The power that marvels wrought is fled.

960 C. M. John 12:3.

She loved her Saviour, and to him Her costliest present brought; To crown his head, or grace his name, No gift too rare she thought.

2 So let the Saviour be adored, And not the poor despised, Give to the hungry from your hoard, But all, give all to Christ.

3 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, Give to the weary rest; For sorrow’s children comfort find, And help for all distressed;

4 But give to Christ alone thy heart, Thy faith, thy love supreme; Then for his sake thine alms impart, And so give all to him.

961 C. M. 1 Peter 2:21-23.

What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe!

2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like thee! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others’ sins than all The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord! with thee.

962 C. M. In thee the fatherless findeth mercy. Hos. 14:3.

O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise Above our utmost need, Incline thine ear unto our cry, And hear the orphan plead.

2 Bereft of all a mother’s love, And all a mother’s care, Lord, whither shall we flee for help? To whom direct our prayer?

3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray; Thou shalt our Father be: More than the fondest parent’s care We find, O Lord, in thee.

4 Already Thou hast heard our cry, And wiped away our tears: Thy mercy has a refuge found To guard our helpless years.

5 O, let thy love descend on those Who pity to us show; Nor let their children ever taste The orphan’s cup of woe.

963 C. M. A father of the fatherless. Psalm 68:5.

Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? Thou! Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes!

2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? My father’s dead, my mother’s dead, My God! “remember me.”

3 Thy gracious promise now fulfill, And bid my troubles cease; In thee the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace, and peace.

4 I’ve not a secret care or pain But he that secret knows; Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes.

964 C. M. Bear ye one another’s burdens. Gal. 6:2.

Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy will; Each other’s burdens learn to bear, The law of love fulfill.

2 He that hath pity on the poor, Doth lend unto the Lord: And, lo! his recompense is sure; For more shall be restored.

3 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we move, and live; Freely we have received from thee; And freely may we give.

4 And while we thus obey thy word, And every want relieve, O may we find it, gracious Lord! More blest than to receive.

965 S. M. Not hurt in all my holy mountain. Isaiah 11:9.

Hush the loud cannon’s roar, The frantic warrior’s call, Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all?

2 Want, from the wretch depart; Chains, from the captive fall; Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart: Sufferers are brothers all.

3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition wall; Let love each harsher feeling drown: Christians are brothers all.

4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all.

966 S. M. Establish thou the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17.

O praise our God to-day, His constant mercy bless, Whose love hath helped us on our way, And granted us success.

2 O happiest work below, Earnest of joy above, To sweeten many a cup of woe, By deeds of holy love!

3 Lord! may it be our choice This blesséd rule to keep: Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep.

967 S. M. In the morning sow thy seed. Eccl. 11:6.

Sow in the morn thy seed; At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear, give thou no heed; Broadcast it o’er the land.

2 Thou knowest not which shall thrive— The late or early sown; Grace keeps the precious germ alive, When and wherever strown;

3 The good, the fruitful ground Expect not here nor there; On hillside and in dale ’tis found; Go forth, then, everywhere!

4 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length.

5 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, the moist and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky.

6 Thence, when the glorious end— The day of God—is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, Harvest-home.

968 P. M. The orphan’s prayer.

What though earthly friends may frown, Why should I dejected be? Father, let thy will be known, Let me find my all in thee. Never let my soul despair, God will hear the orphan’s prayer; God will hear, God will hear the orphan’s prayer.

2 Sorrow’s child I long have been, Often for unkindness mourned; Friendless orphan, poor and mean, By the proud and wealthy scorned. Still to God will I repair, God will hear the orphan’s prayer; God will hear, God will hear the orphan’s prayer.

3 Earthly comforts fade and die, Sorrows oft our joys attend; But if we on God rely, He will prove a constant friend. On him I’ll cast every care, He regards the orphan’s prayer; He regards, He regards the orphan’s prayer.

969 8s & 7s. Psalm 126:6.

He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above.

2 Soft descend the dews of heaven; Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through the influence all divine.

3 Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.

4 Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, In the rising grain appear; Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

970 8s & 7s. Life’s work.

All around us, fair with flowers, Fields of beauty sleeping lie; All around us clarion voices Call to duty stern and high.

2 Following every voice of mercy With a trusting, loving heart; Let us in life’s earnest labor Still be sure to do our part.

3 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Let us work with all our might, Lest the wretched faint and perish In the coming stormy night.

4 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Lest, before to-morrow’s sun, We, too, mournfully departing, Shall have left our work undone.

971 8s, 7s & 4s. Freely you have received, etc. Matt. 10:8.

With my substance I will honor My Redeemer and my Lord; Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word: Hallelujah! Now we offer to the Lord.

2 While the heralds of salvation His abounding grace proclaim, Let his saints of every station Gladly join to spread his fame: Hallelujah! Gifts we offer to his name.

3 May his kingdom be promoted; May the world the Saviour know; Be to him these gifts devoted, For to him my all I owe: Hallelujah! Run, ye heralds to and fro.

4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations; Praise him, all ye hosts above; Shout with joyful acclamations His divine, victorious love: Hallelujah! By this gift our love we’ll prove.

972 11s & 10s. That he who loveth God, etc. 1 John 4:21.

One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! The holier worship which God deigns to bless, Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless.

2 Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother! For where love dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other; Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.

3 Follow, with reverent steps, the great example Of him whose holy work was doing good; So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.

4 Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.

973 11s & 10s. I the Lord will hasten it, etc. Isaiah 60:22.

Down the dark future, through long generations, The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease; And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”

2 Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals, The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies; But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.

974 11s & 10s. Peace on earth.

Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever, Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day; Blesséd be God, the hope forsakes him never, That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye.

2 Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other; Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy; For man shall see in every man a brother, And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy.

975 10s. Restore such a one in the spirit, etc. Gal. 6:1.

Breathe thoughts of pity o’er a brother’s fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault: The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt.

2 Send back the wanderer to the Saviour’s fold— That were an action worthy of a saint; But not in malice let the crime be told, Nor publish to the world the evil taint.

3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide; Then is his holy name by men blasphemed! And he afresh is mocked and crucified, Even by those his bitter death redeemed.

4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another’s pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook, And mighty and eternal is thy gain.

976 8s & 5s. Work on, hope on.

Every day hath toil and trouble, Every heart hath care; Meekly bear thine own full measure, And thy brother’s share, Fear not, shrink not, though the burden Heavy to thee prove; God shall fill thy mouth with gladness, And thy heart with love.

2 Patiently enduring, ever Let thy spirit be Bound, by links that can not sever, To humanity. Labor, wait! thy master labored Till his task was done; Count not lost thy fleeting moments— Life hath but begun.

3 Labor! wait! though midnight shadows Gather round thee here, And the storm above thee lowering Fill thy heart with fear— Wait in hope! the morning dawneth When the night is gone, And a peaceful rest awaits thee When thy work is done.

PRIVATE DEVOTIONS.

977 L. M. Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone.

Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone, Let my religious hours alone: Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; Come, my dear Jesus! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare— How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine! In thee thy Father’s glories shine: Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known!

978 L. M. Abide with us; for it is toward evening. Luke 24:29.

Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near: O, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!

2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought—how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour’s breast!

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I can not live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.

4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take; Abide with me till in thy love I lose myself in heaven above.

979 L. M. The fullness of God. Eph. 3:19.

My God, my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice.

2 No more let my ungrateful heart One moment from thy praise depart; But live and sing in sweet accord, The glories of my sovereign Lord.

3 Jesus! thou hope of glory, come, And make my heart thy constant home: Through all the remnant of my days, O let me speak and live thy praise!

980 8s & 4s. In the night watches. Psalm 63:6.

In silence of the voiceless night, When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee, Whom, in the darkness, do I seek, O God, but thee?

2 And if there weigh upon my breast, Vague memories of the day foregone, Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee, And lay them down.

3 Or, if it be the gloom that comes, In token of impending ill, My bosom heeds not what it is, Since ’tis thy will.

4 For, O! in spite of constant care, Or aught beside, how joyfully I pass that solitary hour, My God, with thee!

5 More tranquil than the stilly night, More peaceful than that voiceless hour, Supremely blest, my bosom lies Beneath thy power.

6 For what on earth can I desire, Of all it hath to offer me? Or whom in heaven do I seek, O God, but thee?

981 L. M. In the world, but not of it.

O that I could for ever dwell, Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet; Behold the form I love so well, And all his tender words repeat!

2 The world shut out from all my soul, And heaven brought in with all its bliss, O! is there aught from pole to pole, One moment to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize— A life of penitential love; When I my follies most despise, And raise my highest thoughts above?

4 When all I am I clearly see, And freely own with deepest shame; When the Redeemer’s love to me Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the vail, And of eternal joys partake.

982 L. M. Retirement and meditation. Psalm 4:4.

Return, my roving heart, return, And chase these shadowy forms no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, And thy forsaken God implore.

2 O thou, great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep recess; In these sequestered hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place.

3 Through all the windings of my heart, My search let heavenly wisdom guide; And still its radiant beams impart Till all be searched and purified.

4 Then with the visits of thy love, Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till every grace shall join to prove That God has fixed his dwelling there.

983 L. M. D. The gate of heaven.

Our Father God! not face to face May mortal sense commune with thee, Nor lift the curtains of that place Where dwells thy secret Majesty: Yet wheresoe’er our spirits bend In reverent faith and humble prayer, Thy promised blessing will descend, And we shall find thy Spirit there.

2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet An open gateway into heaven; Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet, And feel our deepest sins forgiven. Here may desponding care look up; And sorrow lay its burden down, Or learn of him to drink the cup, To bear the cross and win the crown.

3 Here may the sick and wandering soul, To truth still blind, to sin a slave, Find better than Bethesda’s pool, Or than Siloam’s healing wave; And may we learn, while here, apart From the world’s passion and its strife, That thy true shrine’s a loving heart, And thy best praise a holy life!

984 C. M. Joy unspeakable. 1 Pet. 1:8.

Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream In earnest pleading flows; Devotion dwells upon the theme, And warm and warmer glows.

2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires, Hope points the upward gaze; And love, untrembling love inspires The eloquence of praise.

3 But sweeter far the still, small voice, Heard by the human ear, When God hath made the heart rejoice, And dried the bitter tear.

4 Nor accents flow, nor words ascend; All utterance faileth there; But listening spirits comprehend, And God accepts the prayer.

985 C. M. Communion with God in retirement.

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O, with what peace, and joy, and love, She then communes with God!

4 There, like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life! Sweet Source of light divine, And all harmonious names in one— My Saviour!—thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love— A boundless, endless store— Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more.

986 C. M. Secret prayer. Matt. 6:6.

Father divine, thy piercing eye Sees through the darkest night, In deep retirement thou art nigh, With heart-discerning sight.

2 There may that piercing eye survey, My duteous homage paid, With every morning’s dawning ray And every evening’s shade.

3 O let thy own celestial fire The incense still inflame; While my warm vows to thee aspire, Through my Redeemer’s name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love My soul in secret bless; So shalt thou deign in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess.

987 C. M. Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts. 1 Pet. 3:15

O could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God, Then would my hours glide sweet away While leaning on his word.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live Anew from day to day, In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away.

3 Blest Jesus, come and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, Thy goodness I’ll adore; And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more.

988 S. M. I am still with thee. Psalm 139:18.

Still with thee, O my God, I would desire to be; By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with thee;—

2 With thee, when dawn comes in, And calls me back to care; Each day returning to begin With thee, my God, in prayer;—

3 With thee, amid the crowd That throngs the busy mart, To hear thy voice, ’mid clamor loud, Speak softly to my heart;—

4 With thee, when day is done, And evening calms the mind: The setting as the rising sun, With thee my heart would find.

5 With thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose, Calm in the shadow of thy wings, Mine eyelids I would close.

6 With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding I would be; By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with thee.

989 7s. Your life is hid with Christ in God. Coll. 3:3.

Let my life be hid in thee, Life of life, and Light of light! Love’s illimitable Sea! Depth of peace, of power the Hight.

2 Let my life be hid in thee, When my foes are gathering round; Covered with thy panoply, Safe within thy holy ground.

3 Let my life be hid in thee, From vexation and annoy; Calm in thy tranquillity, All my mourning turned to joy.

4 Let my life be hid in thee; When my strength and health shall fail, Let thine immortality In my dying hour prevail.

990 7s, double. That I may win Christ. Phil. 3:8.

Jesus, Saviour all divine, Hast thou made me truly thine? Hast thou bought me by thy blood? Reconciled my heart to God? Hearken to my tender prayer, Let me thine own image bear; Let me love thee more and more, Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.

2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace For the heavenly dwelling-place; All thy promises are sure, Ever shall thy love endure; Then what more could I desire, How to greater bliss aspire? All I need, in thee I see, Thou art all in all to me.

991 7s. Thou God seest me. Gen. 16:13.

God is in the loneliest spot Present, though thou know it not; Morning vows and evening prayer Make a Bethel everywhere.

2 Go where duty guides thy feet; There good angels thou shalt meet; Hosts of God thou canst not see, Watch thy steps and wait on thee.

992 12s & 11s. I make mention of you, etc. Rom. 1:9.

When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center, Denied for a time their loved presence to share; In spirit we meet, when the closet we enter, And hold sweet communion together in prayer!

2 O! fondly I think, as night’s curtains surround them, The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps, The angels of light are encamping around them, They are watched by the eye that ne’er slumbers nor sleeps,

3 When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them, And summon them forth to the calls of the day, I will think of that God who will never forsake them, The Friend ever near though all else be away.

4 Then why should one thought of anxiety seize us, Though distance divide us from those whom we love? They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus, Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions above.

5 O! sweet bond of friendship, whate’er may betide us, Though on life’s stormy billows our barks may be driven, Though distance, or trial, or death may divide us, Eternal re-union awaits us in heaven.

AFFLICTIONS.

993 L. M. The things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Cor. 4:18.

Thy will be done! I will not fear The fate provided by thy love; Though clouds and darkness shroud me here, I know that all is bright above.

2 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears; The hopes of earth indeed are gone, But are not ours the immortal years?

3 Father! forgive the heart that clings, Thus trembling, to the things of time; And bid my soul, on angel wings, Ascend into a purer clime.

4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, No sorrows dim celestial love; But these afflictions of the dust, Like shadows of the night, remove.

5 E’en now, above, there’s radiant day, While clouds and darkness brood below; Then, Father, joyful on my way To drink the bitter cup I go.

994 L. M. Blessed are they that mourn. Matt. 5:4.

Deem not that they are blest alone Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God who loves our race has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.

2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years.

3 O, there are days of hope and rest For every dark and troubled night! And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

4 And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bier Dost shed the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again.

5 Nor let the good man’s trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a pierced and broken heart, And spurned of men, he goes to die.

6 For God hath marked each anguished day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.

995 L. M. Let not the water-flood overflow me. Psalm 69:15.

God of my life, to thee I call; Afflicted at thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 He who has helped me hitherto, Will help me all the journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to his endless praise.

4 Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to God; Then count thy present trials small, For heaven will make amends for all.

996 L. M. God only is my rock. Psalm 62:2.

My spirit looks to God alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul for his salvation waits.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways; Pour out your hearts before his face; When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all-sufficient aid.

997 L. M. 6 lines. Heb. 4:15.

As oft, with worn and weary feet, We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er, The thought—how comforting and sweet! Christ took this very path before! Our wants and weaknesses he knows, From life’s first dawning to its close.

2 Do sickness, feebleness, or pain, Or sorrow, in our path appear? The recollection will remain, More deeply did he suffer here! His life, how truly sad and brief, Filled up with suffering and with grief!

3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray, And whisper evil things within, So did he, in the desert way, Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin; When worn, and in a feeble hour, The tempter came with all his power.

4 Just such as I, this earth he trod, With every human ill but sin; And, though indeed the Son of God, As I am now, so he has been. My God, my Saviour, look on me With pity, love and sympathy.

998 L. M. The refiner’s fire. Mal. 3:3.

Saviour! though my rebellious will Has been, by thy blest power, renewed; Yet in its secret workings still How much remains to be subdued!

2 Oft I recall, with grief and shame, How many years their course had run Ere grace my murmuring heart o’ercame, Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”

3 At length thy patient, wondrous love, Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong, Availed that stony heart to move, Which had rebelled, alas! so long.

4 Then was I taught by thee to say, “Do with me what to thee seems best, Give—take, whate’er thou wilt away, Health, comfort, usefulness, or rest.

5 “Be my whole life in suffering spent, But let me be in suffering thine; Still, O my Lord, I am content, Thou now hast made thy pleasure mine.”

999 L. M. 6 lines. Touched with the feeling of, etc. Heb. 4:15.

When gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few; On him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the ill I would not do; Still he who felt temptation’s power, Will guard me in that dangerous hour.

3 When, sorrowing, o’er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend; And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while— My Saviour marks the tears I shed, For “Jesus wept” o’er Lazarus dead.

4 And, O! when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside My dying bed, for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

1000 L. M. I was brought low, and he helped me. Psalm 116:6.

I will extol thee, Lord on high: At thy command diseases fly; Who, but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Thine anger but a moment stays, Thy love is life and length of days: Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores our joy.

1001 C. M. O Lord, save me, and I shall be saved. Jer. 17:14.

Great Source of boundless power and grace! Attend my mournful cry; In hours of dark and deep distress, To thee alone I fly.

2 Thou art my Strength, my Life, my Stay; Assist my feeble trust; O, drive my gloomy fears away, And raise me from the dust.